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Date Night.

Drew Starkey x f!reader

a/n: drew has me like, “i beg your finest pardon.” the entire time in this fic.. so just a fair warning right now, there is smut in this fic. please read at your own discretion 😀 !MDNI! this is also my first smut fic, apologies if it’s not great.. that’s all, enjoy! - tt 🫧

“You look so good, baby.” Drew blurred out. He’d been admiring Y/n the entire night, as they were on their date tonight at their favorite place downtown L.A. Y/n looked up as she drank her wine, catching his eyes.

“Why thank you, baby.” She said giving him the sweet smile Drew loves. Drew stayed silent and kept moving his eyes from her face down to her neck to her chest. “My eyes are up here, sir.” Y/n said tilting her head at him. Drew chuckled at her comment. “Hmm.” He hummed tilting his head back at her. “I'm sorry. I’m just admiring one of my favorite pair of pillows.” He said. “Debating if I should cum on those or my other favorite pair.” Y/n nearly choked on her pasta. “Drew!” She yelled in whisper. Drew chuckled again and leaned back in his chair. “What? It's a very hard decision.” He said shrugging his shoulders. “You know what? I’ll leave that decision to you. I love when you tell me where to cum. It’s different every time.” he smirked, picking up his wine. Y/n felt her cheeks get warm. “Drew, please.” she said shaking her head. Drew loved seeing how shy she got when he talked ‘dirty’ to her, in a way he felt some pride knowing he was the only one that got to see her like this.

Their waiter approached their table before Drew could say anything else. “How are we doing guys? Can I get a check for you?” They asked. “Yeah, that would be great thank you.” Drew answered. A few moments later, the waiter returned with their bill. As Drew reached down his pocket to grab his wallet and started filling out the receipt, Y/n took this time to have a little fun too, maybe even have her own debate question herself. Feeling the shyness start to leave her body, she bit her lip thinking about what she wanted to do after they’d left the restaurant. Slowly, she moved one foot toward Drew, making contact with his leg under the table. She started moving her foot up and down his leg, teasing him. Drew looked up from the table, “Watch yourself.” He said, his voice was deep and raspy, like he was warning her. Y/n let out a chuckle, never ceasing her actions, like she wanted to taunt him, kind of like what he did to her. She knew what this would lead to, so she didn’t want to stop.

All of a sudden, Drew wrapped his hand around her ankle from under the table, making her stop. “Y/n, I’m not playing.” He said again with his deep voice. He’s getting closer. She thought to herself. Deciding to stop for the moment, she obeyed him and stopped. Shortly after the waiter gave Drew his card back, they both got up from their seat and made their way towards the exit doors. Drew kept his hand dangerously low on her back as they walked, keeping her close to him.

Like a true gentleman, when they got to Drew’s car, he opened the passenger door for Y/n and helped her get in safely before lightly shutting the door. Once he was situated in his seat, they started making their way back to Drew’s apartment. Y/n decided it was the perfect time to continue her little game. “So I did some thinking.” She spoke up. Drew placed his hand on her thigh, “mhm?” He hummed. “What about, baby?” He asked, glancing at her slightly before bringing his eyes back to the road. “About what you said earlier.” She said as they came to a red light. Drew furrowed his eyebrows at her signaling to be more specific. “About where you should cum.” She said looking at him with her signature innocent look on her face.

Drew chuckled with a smirk and began nodding his head, understanding her. “And what’s the verdict?” He asked rubbing her thigh. Y/n bit her lip before responding. “I think you should cum inside me.” She said. Drew paused for a second, then chuckled again. “You’re funny.” He said not taking her decision seriously. She leaned over bringing a hand up unbuttoning two buttons of his shirt. She started rubbing his upper exposed chest and whispered, “I’m serious, I wanna feel your warm cum in me.” Y/n can see drew clench his jaw. Oh we’re super close. She thought to herself again. “Babe, you’re playing a dangerous game right now, you know that?” He asked as pulling into the parking garage. “It’s a game I’m willing to play.” She said leaning back into her seat and unbuckled her seatbelt. She reached over to open her car door only to be stopped by Drew.

“Stay.” He said turning off the car and unbuckled his own seatbelt. He got out of the car and made his was way over to Y/n’s side and opened the door for her, making sure to grab a hold of her hand so that she got out safely. Without another word they both made their way inside the apartment building. As they walked through the lobby, Drew kept his hand on her back, guiding her towards the elevators.

Ding! The elevator doors opened, Drew let Y/n go in first, once he was inside he pressed the button to his floor. Without letting the doors close first, Drew couldn’t handle the tension anymore. He lightly pushed Y/n against the elevator wall, smashing his lips into hers. Y/n moaned at the contact. Drew felt her smile against his lips, he pulled away looking down at her lips. “This what you wanted?” He said gripping her hips, pressing himself on her letting her feel how hard he was. “Hmm? Getting me hard infront of the whole restaurant.” He reached down bundling up her long dress then pulled one of her legs up and wrapped it around him, slowly grinding himself on her. Y/n gasped at the contact, feeling herself getting wetter then before as Drew gripped her bare ass cheek in his hand while the other stayed firmly on her hip. He leaned again to kiss her again. Y/n reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck pulling him closer. Ding! They heard the elevator chimed again.

Drew pulled away from her as the elevator doors slowly started to open. Y/n quickly adjusted her dress, feeling her cheeks warm from how heated she was. She could feel herself pulse from the activities that just took place. Luckily no one was waiting for the elevator as they slowly walked out. She looked up at Drew as they made their way to his door, she couldn’t help but feel her legs get weak just by looking at him. His cheeks just as flushed as hers. They way he clenched his jaw, feeling her stare. When he reached into his pocket, Y/n looked down at the bulge in his pants, she nearly came at the sight.

As they reached his door, Y/n stepped in between him and his door, and started kissing his jaw to his neck. Her hand reached down and started palming his hard on. Drew paused his actions and groaned, placing a hand on the wall to steady himself. “So needy, baby. Couldn’t wait till we got inside?” He said reached a hand up and gripped her jaw pulling her head up to look at him. She bit her lip and shook her head. “How could I when you look this good.” She said. Drew let out a small laugh, “Oh you’re telling me.” He said giving her a peck. “Had to stop myself from taking you on the table at the restaurant.” He whispered, Y/n bit her lip, still palming him making him let a small moan. “Especially after that little stunt you pulled under that table.” He huffed. “Almost like you wanted me to lose it infront of everyone.” Y/n grinned at him. Loving this side of him. She loved antagonizing him.

“Such a bad girl, baby.” He whispered looking down as the way her hand rubbed him slowly. “Look at you, so desperate.” He placed his hand on top of hers, adding more force making him groan again. Y/n let out a chuckle. “But you love it.” She said. Drew looked back up making eye contact with her. There it is. She thought to herself. His eyes were dark and full of lust. “Oh, you’re in for it now.” He said then lifted her up on his shoulder making her giggle. “Drew!” She squealed. He unlocked the door with his keep bringing them inside his apartment. He quickly shut the door and walked over to the kitchen counter, placing Y/n on her feet against the counter.

Drew wasted no time putting his lips on hers, placing his hands on her ass bringing her close to him, making sure there was no space between them. Y/n already had her arms wrapped around his neck doing the same thing. She moaned into their kiss as he continued squeezing her. He started bundling up her dress with one hand and brought his other hand to her clothed pussy making her gasp into their kiss. “Oh fuck.” Drew groaned. “Acting all shy in public but look at you.” He pulled away from their kiss to look down at how she soaked up his fingers. “So wet n’ ready for me.” He said making her moan again. “Fuck Drew please.” She huffed. “What is it baby? Tell me what you want.” He whispered placing small pecks down her jaw to her neck. “I need you, right now.” She moaned.

Drew lifted her dress over her head and turned her around, lightly pushing her down so she leaned her stomach on the counter top. He paused at the sight, moving forward so his hips met hers. “So fucking gorgeous.” He whispered lightly slapping her ass. He loved the way she moved her hips side to side. So needy. He thought to himself. She started grinding herself on him trying to find some relief. Drew started unbuttoning his shirt, letting her continue her actions. That was until her saw her reached a hand down to touch herself through her panties. He reached under to grab her wrist to stop her. “Don’t.” He said in a firm voice. She placed her hands on the counter top and looked back at him. “M’taken too long.” She said. Drew grinned at her. “You want it?” He said antagonizing her. She nodded. “M’okay, but you’re going to take it then.” He said unbuckling belt. “Better not try to pull away when you can’t handle it anymore.” He said pulling down his pants along with his boxers, letting his hard swollen cock spring out. “You asked for it.” He said before pulling her panties to the side.

Y/n leaned back down on the counter, keeping her hands on top to steady herself. Drew rubbed the tip of his cock on her slit causing Y/n to gasp at the contact. Slowly he started inserting himself in her. Drew can feel her clench around him as she took him in completely. “Oh fuck.” Y/n moaned. Without letting her adjust to him, he started pounding into her.

All you could hear were the sounds of skin slapping against each other along with moans and groans echoing in Drew’s apartment. “So fucking wet, baby.” Drew looked down to see his cock completely glazed every time he’d pull out. “You like when I talk to you this why?” He groaned. Y/n moaned in response, unable to come up with words. All she could think about was the way his cock filled her up. The way he was starting to hit her spot. “Hm? Got you all worked up, you can’t answer me?” He asked. Still thrusting himself into her, he pulled her up so her back met his chest. She hooked her arm around his neck and turned her head to look up at him. “What’s up, baby? Can’t take it?” He asked looking at her face. It was filled with so much pleasure. They way her mouth curved into a smile, trying to respond but would be replaced with a moan. “M’fuck Drew, I’m gonna cum.” She finally let out. She moved back down to the counter, placing one arm on top for leverage and her other hand holding Drew’s wrist, feeling herself reaching her climax.

“Yeah? Cum for me, baby. C’mon.” He said pounding harder into her. Y/n felt the knot in her stomach quickly come undone as she started cuming. “F-fuck.” She moaned, gripping his wrist harder. Barely recovering from her ending point, all of a sudden drew pulled out of her and turned her around to pick her up and carried her to his sofa. “Not done with you yet.” Drew said laying her down on the couch and immediately inserting himself in her. Y/n gasped, “f-fu-too much Drew.” She groaned as he starting thrusting into her again. Drew placed one of her legs over his shoulder, giving him access to go deeper and leaned down to meet her gaze, “I told you, you were going to take it baby.” He whispered, giving her peck. “Said you wanted to play right?” He said giving her kisses down her neck to her chest. The only response he got from her were moans that echoed throughout the apartment.

He began sucking on her breast, giving them the attention they’ve been craving and brought a hand down to her pussy rubbing her clit. Y/n arched her back. “Ohh g-god, babyy.” She moaned loudly lacing her fingers in between Drew’s hair while her other hand clawed at his bicep. “M’could feel you clenching, baby. You’re so close.” He smirked sitting back up on his knees. “Fuck yes.” She managed to say holding herself up by her elbows and looked down where their bodies connected. Drew’s smirk never left his face as he slowly watched her come undone. “Oh my god. I'm c-cumming.” She moaned leaned back down with her back arched. She brought a hand down to Drew’s wrist trying to stop him from rubbing her sensitive clit. He removed her hand, placing it on her stomach. "Just like that baby, coat my fucking cock." He moaned as she came, her legs shook in the process. Drew leaned down again taking her lips in his. She let out a satified moan as they continued kissing.

Without pulling out of her, he grabbed a hold of her arms bringing her up with him. She furrowed her eyebrows at him making Drew smirk. "Ride me." he said leaning himself on the couch setting her on top of him. Y/n huffed with faint smile. "I can't." she said honestly. Drew leaned up capturing her lips again. "Thought you wanted to play, baby." he said before leaning back against the couch. "I'll help you if you can't anymore, c'mon." he said moving his hips up against hers. He's going to be the death if me. Y/n thought to herself. She leaned into Drew placing her hands on chest and shoulders for leverage as she started rocking her hips against his.

Drew let out a low moan as she continued grinding on him. He reached up and cupped one of her breast, leaning into her, he took the other breast in his mouth, sucking on her nipple. Y/n moaned placing her hands on his knees, arching her back slightly, giving Drew more access. She started moving in a up and down motion now, feeling the same knot again for the third time. "F-fuck, baby." She moaned placing a hand on her pussy as it started to feel warm from how much it was being penetrated. "You got it, baby. Doing so good." He said encouraged her holding her up from her hips, trying to relieve some of the tension on her thighs. "Taking me in so good." He said feeling the way she started clenching around him again. Drew could feel himself start to reach his ending point too. "Fuckk, come here." He said pulling her into his chest. She wrapped her arms around his neck, placing her head on his shoulder. Drew wrapped an arm around her waist while the other held her up by her hip and started thrusting upwards in fast motion. "Oh my-yes, baby. Right there." Y/n moaned into his ear, unwrapping her arms from his neck and squeezed his shoulders. "Yeah? You like that, baby?" he groaned. " Yes-oh my-." She couldn’t finish her sentence. Drew already knew what she was going to say as she started clenching him harder. "Cum, baby. C'mon you got it." he said looking up at her face. He loved watching the way she came undone. He loved the way she'd arch her back with her mouth wide open, staying silent for a moment before moaning loudly as she came. Y/n gasped as she felt herself cum all over his cock again for the third time. She knew Drew was close to cumming too so with small strength she had left she started rocking her hips on him again, faster than earlier. Drew moaned gripping her hips tighter. "Ahh fuck." he groaned. "Cum in me, baby." Y/n moaned placing a hand on his jaw. Drew locked eyes with her. "F-fuck. You mean it?" he asked. Y/n smirked, "Yes, Drew. I want to feel your cum, please." She said.

Drew gripped her hips again making her grind on him even faster. It didn’t take long for him to cum in her. "Oh fuck, baby." he moaned with his eyes closed shut. He held her hips down, stopping her from moving as he shot up in her. Y/n sighed with a smile loving the feeling of his warm cum inside her.

Drew finally opened his eyes after a couple seconds, seeing the satisfied smile on Y/n's face. "That what you wanted?" He asked leaning up to kiss her. Y/n moaned against his lips. "Yes." She answered. Drew smirked. "Such a dirty girl, wanting me to cum inside you." he said leaning back down on the couch admiring the way she looked on top of him. Y/n gave him a tired smile as they locked eyes for a moment. "So fucking pretty." he added rubbing his hands on her sore thighs.

Y/n looked down noticing her panties were still on. She chuckled. “You could’ve at least taken off my underwear you know.” She said. “There was no time. Gettin’ me all worked up, faster this way.” He said. “Plus looks hotter.” He smirked. Y/n chuckled at his response. “Such a freak, babe.” She said leaning her head on his chest. “Says the one that wanted me to cum inside her.” He said. Y/n lightly smacked his chest. “Take me upstairs.” She chuckled. Drew gladly wrapped her legs around his waist and started making his way up the stairs to his room. “Round 4 in the shower?” He asked. “Alright relax, Joseph.” She said making Drew laugh.

“Well… maybe.” She said.

[messenger-of-babel]

Home is Where the Heart is

Summary: You could never tell what Jason was thinking, and this particular night he has a lot on his mind. (Jason Todd x reader)

Word Count: 2.0K

Notes: Mini vent- had a bad day and this week has been really tough so I’m changing up the layout of today as well so I could put out a fic that was a little easier on my mind (I always need to have more pep in my step when I write for my lanterns idk why haha. So sorry Kyle my baby I want to do you justice so you're on backburner). It was indeed written to Ed Sheeran on loop cause I needed to lock in fr. ❤️❤️

Enjoy Lovelies~! xx

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When Jason looked at you, you often wondered what he was thinking.

What was passing through his mind that made his irises gleam that brilliant shade of emerald or let the natural curve of his smile adored his face. However, every time that you asked he just blew his hair from his eyes gruffly, but let the smile stay. "That's a secret," he'd say before his hand would pull you to kiss side and he'd press a soft kiss on your forehead.

It was a little known fact that the Red Hood was in fact Jason Todd, but it was known to even less that Jason Todd was actually a romantic at heart. Sure, he had a mouth on him, and he was on the receiving end of your hand up the back of his head more often than he wasn't. But he was also the quiet kind of clingy, the kind that would never ask to hug you or initiate contact, but would stay up so he could have your back pressed against his chest the second you slipped into bed. He'd laugh when you brushed the hair out of his eyes, the scar on the corner of his mouth unable to stop his boyish grin. It was those moments in your kitchen that made you think that maybe, just maybe, your life was all normal.

You knew it wasn't.

When your fingers brush against his forehead you know that the white tuft in his hair was a painful reminder of his death, the scar on his lips you so lovingly kissed caused by the very man who had killed him. His hands were littered with small scars from blocking knives and protecting his head from glass instead of childhood memories of climbing trees. His back was a canvas of white slashes that intersected in a map-like pattern, a surface already so touched that the symmetrical red lines you left seemed less stunning in comparison. Legs sporting burn marks, bruises permanent along his ribs; that was the Jason that you knew. So even if some days you pretended that he was some ordinary civilian like yourself, you still loved Jason with all your heart.

On this particular night he had come home from patrol, sitting on the kitchen counter while you patched him up. You had been a pretty awful field doctor the first time you offered, but he braved through your prods and pokes with a wince. He didn't say anything about the way you wrapped the bandages too loosely or that you had forgotten some antiseptic and had given the wrong type of topical painkiller. Jason could see the worry on your face, so he leant forward and kissed your forehead tiredly, thanking you with a soft murmur.

You didn't need to know when he slunk off the bathroom to rewrap the bandages, or when he reapplied ointment in the right area. He picked glass out of his own skin when you missed some, letting the shards clatter down the sink. All that consumed him was the thought of how soft you were when you handled him, when you passed the bandage around his middle, or when you tried to clean the wound with as little antiseptic as possible to try and prevent the stinging. He normally hated having to doctor himself up, meaning that even the smallest of injuries tended to scar under his negligence. Yet with you he had been ashamed of the scars, hyper aware of how your eyes lingered on them. More so, how other people stared at them when you were out together. So, for months he spent nights in the bathroom redoing the handiwork you insisted so passionately on learning, just so that there wouldn't be a scar you could blame yourself for later.

You were absolutely perfect, so there was no reason that he couldn't be for you too.

You had become better though, and that was through the help of Alfred. Now you had patched him up efficiently and tightly, patting his hip affectionately when you pull the bandage tight. "Almost done," you smile up at him, fingers pulling the end of the bandage tight and reaching for a bandage clip. "Just got to secure it and you'll be good to go."

He smiles and drops a tired kiss to your skin as usual, pulling your fingers away when you’re done so he can raise them to his lips. "Thanks, darl." he grins, eyes tired but grin still lively as ever. He slides off the counter to wrap his hands around your waist, kissing your nose. You just huff and give him a side glance, arms circling his neck without hesitation.

"What's got you all worked up?" you ask with a light laugh when he’s overly affectionate with you, making Jason groan and drop his head into your hair.

"Just tired." he mumbles. "Bruce pissed me off again today, started lecturing me on the way home."

"Bruce pisses you off most days." you chide. "How did you ever escape the lecture?" you chuckle, moving with him as he begins to sway.

"I turned the commlink off and came up through Southside Gotham so he couldn't follow me." he grins.

There it was.

"There's always something with you, isn't there?" you shake your head, beginning to spin around with him softly in the candlelight. He laughs, and you imagine it’s the sound of a young boy finally getting to live life normally again.

"Always is, babe. you know me." he chuckles, and his eyes flutter over to the candles you have on the counter. It was always dark when he came home normally, and in his tired state he hadn't questioned it. After all, his family worked best in the dark.

"Power outage at the moment?" he asks.

"Power got cut off." you murmur back with a sigh. "We missed last payment. Only a few days, but you know how quick they jump on those these in Gotham. It's all paid up now, but it'll take a day or two to get back. Cold things from the freezer are in the washing machine with the ice blocks."

He hums, stroking a hand up and down your back. "You're well prepared. Sorry for making you deal with them, I'll handle it next time, I promise."

Jason hated using Bruce's money.

Not only was it something that sat bitter in his mouth ever since he had come back, but he didn’t need it. Dick had also rejected it and moved to Bludhaven, and even though he'd never admit it, Jason respected the way he managed to build a home for himself there. He wanted to do that too, and he could do it damn well by himself. He still took some money, but it was no more than a wage from Bruce. He considered protecting Gotham his job, and he wasn't stupid. He wasn’t going to let his pride get in the way of helping you both live. He hated to see you stress about finances, but you never asked him. You never asked him to reach out to Bruce for more or reach out to Bruce yourself.

The first time rent had gone up it had nearly priced the both of you out of the cozy apartment you lived in, and you had been in tears for days trying to find a second job to cover the expenses. Yet you didn’t come begging for Bruce's assistance, no. You looked at him with those teary eyes and asked him to help make a budget with you so you could figure a way out, and you did. You were the most resilient person he knew, the most resilient person he loved.

He held you closer as he spun you softly around the kitchen.

You were going to need to be resilient.

He inhaled the scent of your shampoo and let his arms bask in the warmth of you. Your skin against his made the thrumming in his side ease and the headache blistering behind his eyes subside. As you relaxed against him, his head raced of all the ways that he could tell you. Tell the most perfect being that had ever walked into your life that he was leaving, and not only that, he was going to have to break your heart on the way out.

He cursed Bruce. He cursed Bruce for making enemies that had cunning greater than his own, for dragging him into the mess he had created. He had yelled and spat and screamed at the older man until his voice resonated off the cave walls, storming from the cave after tonight's fight. Bruce had asked the impossible of him, after they both got their asses handed to them in a surprise attack. They had taunted Bruce, not the Batman, and had enough evidence to bring Bruce's world and carefully hidden persona crumbling down around him. It just so happened that they had enough to bring Jason's down as well.

They knew about you.

Pictures of you had fluttered down towards him, filling him with an indescribable sense of fear. As hard as they fought, they had let the new visitor of Gotham's nightlife slip through their fingers and Bruce had asked him to break up with you not a second later. There was no empathy, there was no kindness or waiting for it to sink in for him.

But there never was.

In that moment Bruce was Batman, but Red Hood had been the scared Jason Todd.

How did he tell you that he wanted to break up when that was the furthest thing from the truth? That he would walk through hell barefoot and dunk himself in the Lazarus pit again if that mean that you were still there to warm his bed at night? How could he tell you that he didn't love you when his heart ached to tell you it every time he got the courage? He could play the tears, play the part of a sad breakup. That part was easy, considering how this was shaping to be one of the hardest things he'd ever had to do. It was the rage that he couldn't muster, for once. Rage was something that he saved for the streets, a place already so crime ridden and scummy that his bitterness and anger were practically masked under the filth. It wasn't a place for your home, the little shelter the both of you had carved out of Gotham with your own two hands.

So, he spun you around the room, eyes watering with tears yet to shed as he thought about how to let you go. He knew you wanted to stay, and that made his heart ache in return. It was like losing a part of him that hadn't even been lost yet, a void already forming in his chest. He sniffled lightly and thankfully you didn’t hear or notice his arms squeezing tighter, as if to imprint the feeling of you against his body. He tried to tell himself it was only a temporary thing, that he could explain it all to you later when the threat was done. That thought often lost against the conjured image of your heartbroken eyes his mind created to torture him, and the persistent thought that you'd probably never want to see him again when he was about to break your heart so violently.

You don't notice something is wrong until the first tear hits your hair, silently giving way to more. You notice the slight shake in his arms and the tension still wound in his body. Normally the stiffness in his muscles flowed out of him like water when he stepped over the threshold of the house, but not tonight.

"What are you thinking about?" you ask softly, pressing into him to try and comfort him, your heart panging in confusion at his strange behaviour.

Jason would never tell you, but when he looked at you he wondered what the rest of your life together would look like, and if you'd ever considering changing your name to 'Todd'.

[kazucee]

POV: what if I told you that I've fallen? | HSR men and how they'd fall.

.ᐟ What if I told you that I've fallen (nevermind) What if I told you that I've fallen (oh nevermind) What if I told you that I've fallen (oh nevermind)

.ᐟWhat if I told you that I've fallen (oh nevermind I said nevermind) I shouldn't tell you that I've fallen...

[inspired by a post by @/outromoony]

Phainon fell holding onto you desperately, shielding you with his body.

Mydei fell in every single timeline, all ending tragically but one.

Anaxa fell clutching his chest where his heart should've been.

Aventurine fell without the guarantee of a winning hand.

Ratio calculated which way to fall and how to fall only to end up looking like a fool.

Dan Heng fell silently, memorizing every bit of the feeling.

Luo Cha fell with his eyes close in silent prayer and a soft smile on his face.

Jing Yuan fell, asleep.

Blade didn't fall, he crashed.

Jiao Qiu made you believe that he fell when he didn't, only to fall unexpectedly over the simplest of things.

Moze had been falling from the very start.

Sunday fell believing that no one would catch him.

Gepard denied ever falling but proceeded to act very obvious about it.

Sampo didn't fall, he pushed you instead.

Argenti fell wholeheartedly and as gracefully as he could before landing on his face.

Gallagher stared with a deadpan, snorted, then fell hard.

Boothill fell head first, laughing, with guns blazing.

Luka tripped and didn't even notice it.

Mr. Reca fell saying 'nononononono you've got to be kidding me'

Welt had a feeling he fell but didn't acknowledge it till he knew for sure.

[sunyyyy1]

me standing next to the guy i like as if I'm not having five mental breakdowns at the same time.

this is from the and they were roommates fic by @dreadpirateurania13 which i LOVE !!!

[moondwellerthatdwells]

The modern team awesome thing

Eugene: You ever get so tired you start seeing spiders?

Varian: me when i take 17 benadryl and start seeing the Hat Man

Eugene: THE WHO!?

Varian: oh, is this not a safe space suddenly?

[zerillia]

*ੈ✩‧₊˚"I can wait, As long as it takes.“🥀˚:

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Pairings: BadBoy/Troublemaker-hyunjin x Daddygirl/religious-FemReader.

Warning: Swearing?(not really tho..), Suggestive dialogue, Soft!DomHyun! VirginReader?. Not full smut. not extensively tagging in order to preserve the whole reason of a story.

Authors Note: First fic i've written this year. Writers block had me in a headlock (not that I mind being in headlocks) Recommended Song: Blind Eyes Red by MINNIE (for the sake of the tention yk) Reuploaded from my now deleted other blog!!.

Word count: 2,569 words!

Y/n: “You shouldn’t have come. You can’t be-”

Hyunjin: “So? What’s your dad gonna do?” he interrupted, climbing through your window.

Your heart raced as you watched him gracefully hop down into your from the windowsill, his dark eyes gleaming with a hint of defiance. You knew that look all too well. it was the same one he had when he’d convinced you to sneak out of the house for the first time, the same one that had led you both into countless late-night adventures and near-misses with trouble. But this was different. you had a boy in your room, your father would flip out if he ever found out about this.

Hyunjin sauntered over to the bed, a cocky smirk playing on his lips as he plopped down on the fluffy, white comforter. His black hoodie and ripped jeans starkly contrasted with the room's soft decor, making it feel like a scene from a rebellious teen movie. You couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and anxiety as he surveyed the space, his eyes lingering on the frilly pillows and the collection of teddy bears neatly arranged at the head of the bed.

"You still sleep with those?" he teased, reaching out to poke at the nearest bear.

The light from the moon streamed in through the window, casting a silver glow over the room. It was a stark contrast to the warm, yellow light that usually filled the space. The shadows played across Hyunjin's face, highlighting his sharp features. His eyes went back to you, resting on your thin nightgown that barely covered your legs. You felt a flush rise to your cheeks as he took in the sight of you, his gaze lingering for a moment longer than it should have.

"Hyunjin," you whispered, "you can't just show up here like this."

He leaned back, his hands behind his head, stretching out on the bed. "Why not?"

You sat on the bed, pulling the comforter closer to your chest, subtly covering yourself. "You know why. What if my dad hears you?"

Hyunjin's smirk grew wider. "It's not like I've never been here before."

The words hung in the air, a reminder of the countless nights he had snuck into your room in the past, bringing with him a taste of freedom that had always seemed just out of reach in the confines of your strict household. But this time, it felt like there was something else behind this visit.

"What do you want?" you asked, trying to keep the tremor out of your voice.

Hyunjin's expression grew serious, his eyes locking onto yours. "You've been avoiding me."

You felt your stomach clench. It was true. Since you had both started dating, you had been pulling away from your him, afraid your father would find out.

"I just…it's complicated," you finally managed to say, your voice small.

Hyunjin sat up, his expression softening. He reached out and took your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Look, I know your dad's not exactly thrilled about me being around. But you can't just push me away because of him."

You sighed, looking down at your intertwined fingers. "It's not just him. I don't want to lose you, if he finds out…"

Hyunjin's thumb traced small circles on the back of your hand, the touch soothing. "We'll figure it out" he said, his voice a quiet promise.

He leaned in closer, and you felt your breath hitch in your throat. Before you could say anything more, Hyunjin's lips pressed against yours, the warmth of his breath mixing with the coolness of the night air. His kiss was soft and gentle, but it sent a jolt of electricity through your body, reminding you of all the reasons you had fallen for him in the first place. It was as if he could feel your fears and hesitations, and he was trying to chase them away with the sweetness of his touch.

Your eyes fluttered shut, and you found yourself leaning into the kiss, allowing the familiar feeling of his arms around you to wash over you like a comforting wave. His hand moved from yours to the small of your back, pulling you closer. The fabric of his hoodie brushed against your bare skin of your arms, sending goosebumps along them.

As the kiss deepened, you could feel the tension in your body slowly dissipate. You had missed this, missed him. The way he made you feel like you were the only person in the world who mattered. The way his touch could silence the million thoughts racing through your mind.

But before reality could begin to creep back in, he slowly laid your back into the bed, his body hovering over yours. The plush mattress enveloped you, and the cool fabric of your comforter sent a shiver down your spine as it grazed your skin.

Hyunjin's hand slid from your back to your neck, gently cradling your head as he deepened the kiss. His other hand trailed down the curve of your side, the lightest of touches leaving a trail of fire behind it. Your breaths grew shallower, and you felt your heart pounding in your chest like a drum.

You knew you should stop this, knew the potential consequences if your father caught you, but the warmth of Hyunjin's embrace was like a sedative, making you feel safe and loved in a way you hadn't felt. You had been so caught up in the fear of discovery that you hadn't realized how much you craved his closeness, how much you had missed the way he made you feel alive.

As his hand moved higher up your thigh, the fabric of your nightgown riding up, you clenched your thighs together involuntarily.

Hyunjin paused for a moment, his hand resting on the soft skin of your leg He looked into your eyes, questioningly, as if asking for permission to go further. You bit your lower lip, the throb in your core growing stronger. The silence between you was deafening, filled only with the sound of your heart beating and the occasional rustle of the leaves outside.

"It's okay," he whispered against your neck, his breath hot against your skin. "I've got you."

You nodded, the weight of your fears momentarily lifted by his comforting words. He kissed you again, his hands moving with a gentle urgency that sent a thrill through your veins. Each touch, each kiss felt like a declaration, a promise that he was here, that you weren't alone in this.

As your hands roamed under his hoodie, feeling the firmness of his back and the warmth of his skin, he began to whisper sweet nothings in your ear. "You're so beautiful," he murmured, his voice a soothing melody that sent shivers down your spine. "You're mine, and I'll always protect you."

You felt yourself relaxing, your body responding to his gentle coaxing. His words were a balm to your soul, easing the ache of loneliness that had been growing since you had started hiding your relationship from your father. With Hyunjin, you felt seen, heard, and cherished.

Hyunjin's lips trailed down your neck, leaving a trail of tender kisses that sent your pulse racing. His hands moved with care, exploring the curves of your body with a reverence that made you feel like the most precious thing in the world. His touch was a silent reassurance that no matter what happened, he would be there for you.

"Tell me if you want me to stop," he murmured, his voice a gentle rumble against your skin. His fingers danced along the hem of your nightgown, hinting at the desire to explore further.

You took a deep, shaky breath and nodded. "I trust you.." you whispered, more to yourself then him.

Hyunjin's eyes searched yours, looking for any signs of doubt. Finding none, he leaned back down to kiss you again, his movements deliberate and tender. He knew this was new territory for you, and he didn't want to rush you. He had always been the one to take the lead in your adventures, but this was different. This was something that required patience, something that required his complete and utter respect.

As his hand slid up your thigh again, you felt your body respond with an anticipation that was both thrilling and terrifying. His touch was featherlight, as if he could feel the tremble in your muscles, the racing of your heart. He took his time, kissing you deeply, letting you set the pace as his thumb grazed the sensitive skin of your inner thigh.

You could feel your resolve wavering, the heat pooling in your lower stomach begging for more. You parted your legs slightly, the fabric of your nightgown sliding up as Hyunjin's hand followed, tracing the curve of your thigh. His eyes searched yours, looking for any sign of hesitation. You swallowed hard, nodding slightly, and the corner of his mouth lifted in a knowing smile.

His touch grew bolder, his fingertips brushing against your panties. A soft gasp escaped your lips, and he took it as an invitation to press his thumb against the fabric, feeling the dampness that had gathered there. The fabric was a thin barrier between his hand and your need, and you could feel the heat of his skin even through the material.

He whispered, his voice thick with desire. "Do you want me to keep going?"

You nodded, unable to form words as his thumb began to make slow, deliberate circles, teasing the sensitive skin beneath your underwear. He was so attentive, so focused on giving you pleasure that you felt your body begin to unravel. The tension coiled tight in your stomach started to spread, a warm, pulsing ache that grew with every stroke of his thumb

He leaned down to kiss you again, his tongue delving into your mouth as his hand continued to work magic between your legs. His other hand slipped up to cup your breast, his thumb flicking over the peak of your nipple. You arched into his touch, your breathing becoming ragged. Hyunjin was a master at reading your silent cues, and he knew you were ready for more.

"Do you want me to go harder?" he asked, his voice a gruff whisper against your ear. "I'll give you whatever you need, just tell me."

You nodded, "Please.." Biting down on your lower lip to keep from crying out too loudly. His touch grew stronger, more insistent, as he worked your clit with a firm pressure that had your toes curling into the bed. The feeling was overwhelming, a delicious mix of pleasure and pain that made your body quiver with need.

Hyunjin's eyes searched yours, looking for any sign of distress. Seeing only passion, he leaned down to kiss you harder, his tongue dancing with yours as his hand continued to move between your legs. The sensation was intense, and you found yourself moaning into his mouth when he kissed you, your nails digging into his shoulders. He groaned in response, his own arousal evident in the way he pushed against you, his erection pressing through the fabric of his jeans.

But he remained focused on you, his touch gentle even as he increased the pressure. He whispered sweet nothings in your ear, reassuring you that he would stop if you needed him to. His words were a gentle reminder that you were in control, that this was about your pleasure, not just his. It was a stark contrast to the aggressive persona he had cultivated over the years, but it was one that you had always known was there, hidden beneath the layers of rebellion and bravado.

Your breath coming in pants as you whispered, "i want this so bad…"

Hyunjin's eyes lit up with a fierce hunger, but he kept his promise, his touch remaining gentle and measured. He kissed you harder, his tongue exploring your mouth as if he could taste your desire. His hand moved to your other thigh, lifting it slightly to give him better access. His thumb circled your clit in a slow, steady rhythm that had you writhing against him, desperately seeking more.

He whispered in your ear, "You're so wet, so beautiful… all you need to do is tell me when you're ready." His words were a gentle command that made your stomach flip with excitement. You could feel the tension building, each stroke of his thumb pushing you closer to the edge. You clung to him, your body trembling as you approached climax.

As you reached the peak, he slowed down, his touch featherlight, not wanting to overwhelm you. His eyes searched yours, looking for the final sign. your breath hitching in your throat, and with that, he began to move his thumb in quick, firm circles, the pressure just right.

"Hyunjin," you gasped, your voice shaking. The room was spinning, the pleasure building so high you thought you might shatter.

"Shhh, baby. That's it," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that seemed to resonate through your entire body. "Let go, I've got you."

And with that, you did. Your orgasm crashed over you like a wave, your body convulsing in his arms as he held you through it all. The world outside your bedroom faded away, leaving only the two of you in the warm cocoon of your love.

As the aftershocks of pleasure subsided, you felt his hand slow, his touch gentle and soothing. He kissed your forehead, his warmth enveloping you like a blanket. "Are you okay?" he asked, genuine concern in his voice.

You nodded, your eyes still closed, a soft smile playing on your lips. "More than okay," you murmured. You had never felt so cherished, so desired.

He leaned back, his eyes still on you, watching the way the moonlight painted your skin. "I've wanted to do that for so long," he said, his voice filled with wonder. "To make you feel good, to be the one to make you come."

You opened your eyes to find him looking down at you, his gaze filled with a mix of lust and admiration that made your cheeks flush an even deeper shade of red at the sight of his erection. "I can wait," he murmured, his thumb still tracing lazy circles on your skin. "As long as it takes."

You nodded, feeling the warmth of his body pressing into yours. His words were a gentle reminder of his patience, his willingness to go slow even when the fire between you burned hotter than ever. "Thank you," you breathed, your voice barely above a whisper.

Hyunjin leaned down to kiss you again, his lips soft and tender as they brushed against yours. His hand slid out from under your nightgown, the absence of his touch leaving a trail of longing in its wake. "We'll take it slow," he promised. "As slow as you want."

He laid beside you, his arm draped over your waist, his fingers idly tracing patterns on your skin. His eyes searched yours, looking for any hint of discomfort or regret. But all he found was a soft smile, one that grew wider as his hand slid up to cup your cheek. "You're so gorgeous," he whispered, his thumb brushing away a stray tear that had escaped your lashes.

Constructive criticism Is welcome.🤗

[immadatdisney2]

VARIGO WEEK 2025 EVERYBODY!!!

*insert Mariah Carey doing the "it's time!" meme here*

Okay, my shitty graphic design skills put aside here is the official prompt list for this year's Varigo Week!!!

Day One - "Because I love you idiot!"

Day Two - Empty stomach

Day Three - Inspired by song lyrics

Day Four - "I'm just so tired"

Day Five - Bad habits

Day Six - Listening

Day Seven - Free day!

So this is just a fun, silly challenge week to celebrate our favorite Disney rejected ship with no limits or rules. EXCEPT FOR THIS ONE!

I ask- nay, I implore you to PLEASE DO NOT USE AI FOR THIS! The whole point is to show your love for these silly little gay scientists and just using a computer takes all the heart out of it. It dosnt matter if you don't think your good at creating, whatever quick doodle or cheesy fanfic is a hundred times better than whatever a computer can come up with. Please, I promise everyone will love it just don't use the fucking computer.

Anyways, yeah this doesn't really have any other rules, just to have fun. The dates are June 8th through June 14th and you don't have to make something for everyday (but that's why I post this a few months in advance to give people time to prepare) so absolutely no pressure, just do as much as you feel like doing and you can do absolutely whatever you want to participate like fanart, fanfic, cosplay, animatics or anything else you can come up with, it's free game people!

When the time comes, tag it under VarigoWeek2025! (You can tag me too if you want to but it's not necessary) and if you have any questions or want more details feel free to ask me on my blog or comment and make sure to reblog to spread the word<3!

-ImMadAtDisney

[theerurishipper]

Tim Drake, for no reason at all:

Dick Grayson, Tim's big brother in every conceivable way for the past several years:

[theatricalmage]

This audio with the juice box fellas

[blueberrybeomgyu]

୨⎯ "insomnia" ⎯୧ (lcy)

+*:🍓:*﹤smut w a little plot, sub!anton, roommates/friends to lovers, unprotexted sex, edging, wet dreams, palming, blowjobs, light nipples touching, petnames: baby boy, anton calls reader noona, switching povs, fem reader, clit rubbing / wc: 5k / masterlist

✧･ﾟ: *

anton can't sleep. 

he tosses and turns just to wake up two hours later, hot, sweaty, and heaving. he writes it off as having nightmares, but that doesn’t explain the hard-ons he always has. he considers getting one off to help him relax, and that works for the first two nights. then, in the days that follow, it's like no matter how long he goes at it, getting himself all whiny and desperate, he can't cum. that realization only makes it harder to stay asleep, lucky if he dozes off for forty minutes.

it's so aggravating. during lecture, he can barely keep his eyes open, but when his head hits the pillow, it's like he can't shut his mind up. 

tonight, he gives up around 1 am after going in and out of sleep for an entire hour. he's restless but exhausted, and his mood is shot when you walk in the apartment. you had a long shift, so you can’t wait to snuggle in bed and watch a couple of comfort movies. you stop by the kitchen on your way to your room, unable to ignore your roommate's quiet grumbles. 

“anton?” you call out, but his back is turned toward you, and he's still mumbling to himself, fiddling with a container.

“sweetheart, is everything alright?” you ask, placing an arm on his shoulder and gently turning him toward you. 

“m fine, can't get this stupid box open.” he mumbles grumpily. in his hands, a box of hot cocoa packets is bent out of shape. you look at him in question (how did he bend the box like that? they aren't hard to open), but your attention is instead drawn to his features.

to put it short, he looks terrible. his eyes are puffy and red like he's been crying, his hair is tangled like he hasn't brushed it in days, and his oversized shirt is hanging off his shoulder, wrinkled and stretched out like he’s been pulling at it.

“do you need help?” you reach for the box, but he moves out of your way, tucking the box to himself protectively as he continues struggling with it.

anton knows he looks stupid, struggling to open this goddamn box, but ever since his problem of not getting off started, he hasn't been able to look you in the eyes. every time you guys make eye contact, he feels ashamed.

what’s frustrating is that he doesn’t know why. you're beautiful, and he can't lie and say he's not attracted to you, but he's never thought about you in a sexual way, because he’s put in great effort to not do so.

so why is it hard to be around you all of a sudden? he can’t help but feel sad about the circumstances, as he was enjoying the friendship you two had been building for the past three months.

“i got it.” he mutters again, tone sharp and stern. you watch him for a couple seconds and conclude that he doesn't in fact have it.

“are you sure, toni? i can-”

“i said i've got it.” he snaps, voices suddenly raised and face scrunched up in annoyance. you slightly flinch at his outburst, a wave of your own irritation washing over you. 

“excuse me?” you ask, offended by his tone. his face falls and he turns away from you again. seconds later, his shoulders begin to shake with his sobs. 

he wishes you would leave him alone, because having your eyes on him makes him feel things he can’t explain. he just wants to have some hot cocoa, get off, then go the fuck to sleep. 

“oh, toni.” you coo, mood softening as you begin rubbing his back. “what's the matter?”

you and anton aren’t extremely close, and not by lack of trying. you’re so attracted to him, but love being his friend and don’t want to mess it up by asking him out. despite that, you've never seen him in this state before. his usually cheerful, even charismatic personality is completely gone, turned into something snappy and miserable. 

“i'm so tired.” he says, his voice shaky and so quiet you almost don’t hear him. the palms of his hands come to rub his eyes aggressively. “can't sleep, no matter what i do.”

you wonder how long he had to be in this state to be acting like this, feeling a bit guilty that you hadn't noticed the signs earlier. you think for a second about how to help. 

“i was going to go watch some movies in bed.” you offer after a few moments of silence. “do you want to join me? it might be nice to have some company for a little bit.” 

he lowers his hands from his eyes and thinks about your offer. you guys have huddled in bed for movies before, so it isn’t a wild suggestion, and your bed is always so warm, multiple blankets and plushies adding extra cushion. he turns around, ignoring the heavy feeling he gets from looking at you.

“here, i'll even make this for you.” you gently remove the box from his hands, ripping its cardboard flap and opening it with ease. he looks at you in surprise for a second, then nods. 

“okay, why don't you go get settled and i'll be there in a minute?” 

he pads softly to your room, shoulders slumped and feet dragging.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:

anton is buried underneath your duvet and blankets, only his eyes up to his forehead visible when you walk into your bedroom. 

“comfy, are we?” you ask with a light chuckle, reaching out to hand him his cocoa. he sits up in bed and takes the mug. after changing into pajamas in the bathroom, you settle into your own space and pull up a selection of movies on your phone. 

“how's the cat returns?” you ask, watching as he downs the drink and snuggles back into the sheets. 

“fine.” he mumbles, eyes droopy. you feel bad for him again, hoping he'll be able to get some sleep tonight.

you get through that and a third of coraline when you hear anton huff loudly. you glance down to see that he's snuggled up by your chest, eyes shut and breath even. he’s never slept in your bed before, but you don’t want to wake him up from some much needed rest. you take a moment to appreciate his beauty. in the glow from your bedside lamp, you can see his rosy cheeks and furrowed eyebrows, and your heart swells with fondness. maybe this will make you guys even closer. you smile in triumph and continue the movie. 

ten minutes later, you hear it. you ignore it the first time, but it happens again soon after. anton lets out a faint whimper. for a second, you think he's talking to you, but he doesn't respond when you call out his name. instead, he full-on moans. 

“n-noona.” he mumbles. the blankets have fallen from his chest and pooled around his pelvis, and you see his hips twitch slightly. “please…”

was he…having a wet dream?

surely not, you tell yourself. the circumstances of this happening are quite unlikely. 

“y/n…need you.” he whines quietly, and your eyes jump to the size of saucers. 

he was having a wet dream about you?!

your cheeks heat up, feeling flattered but scandalized. he doesn't say anything else, but his breath picks up rapidly, becoming more choked off as it progresses. seconds later, he jerks awake, gasping and panting, his fingers tangled into the blankets. you watch as he squeezes his eyes shut and tries to slow down his breath. then, he opens them again and looks up from your chest. 

“oh, noona, did i wake you? i'm sorry.” he asks, voice thick and words slurred.

you ignore the way hearing him call you that now makes you hot all over, arousal manifesting in your panties. he sits up with messy hair and puffy cheeks. is he just going to pretend like he wasn't dreaming about you? 

“what?” you scoff, a smile tugging at your lips. you can't help but laugh at how weird this situation was.

“sorry for disturbing you, i'll head back to my room now.” you watch in disbelief as he sluggishly stands up from the bed and not-so subtly covers his boner with his large shirt.

the truth is, anton can't wait to get out of your vicinity. your scent is stuck to his clothes, and he doesn't know why he likes it so much. that shameful feeling is back, and he wants it off his skin.

“wait, anton.” you call out, dropping your phone on the sheets and just barely catching his wrist.

shit. he turns back to you, eyes falling to your mouth, and he could've sworn you were almost…smirking?

“did you get to sleep?” you ask, but your eyes lack genuine curiosity.

“oh, yeah, i guess i did.” he answers awkwardly, looking everywhere but your eyes. he’s so cute, and his nervousness makes you feel empowered.

“what did you dream about?” 

“what?” he looks at you finally with a look of confusion.

“dreams? did you have any?” you slowly lead him to sit back down. he follows easily, pulled back onto your soft, comfortable blankets.

“uhm, no, not that i remember.” 

“you can't remember what you dreamt about?” you ask, incredulous. he looks away for a second, thinking, then turns back to you and shakes his head. 

“i think i've been having nightmares a lot recently. i keep waking up on the verge of a panic attack.” he explains. you hum in contemplation. you can’t help but wonder if any more of these “nightmares” have actually been wet dreams, and if so, how many of them have been about you. 

slowly, your hand trailed along his thigh, and you delight in the sound of his breath hitching. his body is tense, eyes looking at you in question. “but that's alright, i guess i don't w-want to if they were that scary.” he stutters as your hand trails higher and higher. you’re giving him a sultry look, and he wonders if this is going where he thinks it’s going, and is surprised to realize maybe he wants it to go there, despite it being so sudden.

“that's interesting, because i think i know what you dreamt about, and why you can't get to sleep.” you say, circling your finger around a spot right on his hip. they twitch under your touch, and you almost coo again watching him try to restrain himself. 

you’re not sure where you suddenly got the nerve to act like this, but you say to hell with it. you’ve been harboring a crush on him ever since you became his roommate, and he obviously shares the same desire, if his subconscious is anything to go off of. his shy demeanor only makes you more confident. you move on from his hip and slide a hand up his loose shirt.

anton’s almost relieved by your statement—he wants almost nothing more than to have a full night's rest—but he finds it hard to focus on your words as your nails lightly scrape his skin. his eyelids flutter prettily.

“when was the last time you came?” you ask abruptly, causing anton’s eyes to snap open.

“i’m sorry?”

“you likely can't go to sleep because you're so tense. when you do, you can't stay asleep because you keep having wet dreams about me that eventually wake you back up.” you’re not sure if the last part is true, but that’s your working theory. you watch as he struggles to comprehend your statement as you graze a couple of fingers over his nipple, voice catching in a gasp. 

“what are you talking about? i'm not even having inappropriate thoughts about you.” he defends, because he tries so hard to not have inappropriate thoughts about you. he doesn’t want to be a pervert and take advantage of the friendship you guys have, so he pushes away any sexual thoughts that creep up in his mind. sometimes it’s so hard, but he values your company so much, and doesn’t want to upset you.

“oh, yeah? so when you moaned, ‘y/n noona, i need you’ in your sleep, you weren't having inappropriate thoughts about me?” you ask, over-exaggerating the way he moaned. his eyes squeeze shut at the feeling of you tugging on his nipple, then you trail your hand back down to lightly trace his bulge. his hips lift towards your hand, and you pull it away. 

even in his aroused, half-asleep mind, your words make sense. why he feels shame looking at you, why he’s always rock solid when he wakes up. it’s not a far fetch to think he’s been having sexual dreams, nor is it to wonder if those dreams are about you, since you’re the only person he’s been attracted to lately. 

you wrap your hand around his member through his pants, snatching him out of his thoughts. 

“f-fuck.” he gasps quietly, surprised at your actions. “what are you doing?”

“did you think you could get off on the thought of me and i wouldn't take up the opportunity to finally fuck you?” 

questions swim around in his head. have you been wanting to have sex with him? you’ve been thinking about him inappropriately this whole time? the mere idea of you finding him attractive gets him even more hot and bothered, but he has no time to dwell on these thoughts once you start palming him roughly through his sweatpants.

“oh, g-god.” he whimpers out after a few minutes, hips finally bucking into your touch. “please, ‘m close.” his breath quickens again, uneven and harsh like it was in his sleep. his cheeks are dusted with baby pink, embarrassed about how close he’s gotten so quick, but he can’t help it. you’re so beautiful and you’re touching him and he’s realizing maybe his feelings are bigger than he previously thought. 

“you're gonna cum from humping my hand?” you ask, unimpressed. “we haven’t even started yet.”

your words make him feel like he’s being boiled alive. part of him can’t believe this is happening, but he’s so desperate to please you. anton gasps, pushing his hips back onto the blankets to get away from the stimulation.

“please, stop. wanna last.” he begs. he’s so cute, all weak and compliant, and you want to tease him more, see how long he holds out, but you can tell how much he wants to last, so you relent. he mumbles weak “thank you”s as he comes from the edge, and once his breathing returns to normal, you straddle him. he opens his eyes and looks at you in question, audibly gulping when he sees your dark, hungry gaze. he starts a sentence, but you cut him off as you grind your cunt against his member. 

“god, y/n.” he groans, throwing his head back into the pillows. 

“sorry, you were saying?” you ask, giggling meanly. you keep the movement up, building a rhythm while watching him struggle to string words together.

“i can’t– ahh– can’t believe t-this is happening.” he manages, interrupted by a particularly rough grind. for a second, his head catches on the opening of your cunt, and even through two layers of clothing, the feeling has him reeling.

“hm.” you sigh into the feeling and accept the fact that you were gonna have to throw these underwear away. “why’s that?”

“you’re so pretty a-and nice and– fuck, fuck, need you, please.” he whimpers out, echoing the words he spoke while asleep. you take in the sight of him, and he just looks so beautiful, brown hair fanning out beneath him. his lips are red from him biting them, and you can’t resist the temptation to lean down and kiss him. he tastes a little like the cocoa he had earlier.

it starts out slow, anton taking a couple of seconds to comprehend the situation, overcome his shock, and actually kiss you back. then it becomes more of him panting against your mouth, hips jerking erratically under your weight.

you still don’t want him to finish just yet, so you lift off of him and ignore the displeased whine he lets out. you pull his sweatpants off slowly while lightly scratching the skin of his thighs, reveling in the sharp gasp he takes. he’s so responsive, so fun to play with.

“oh,” you whisper, shocked to realize he’s not wearing underwear. “so what’s this? were you expecting to come in here and get your dick wet?” you ask in disbelief, eyeing his cock. it’s about average, but thick, and just thinking about having that in you has your pussy throbbing. you’re just teasing, but your words break anton into a cold sweat. 

“n-no! no– these are m-my pajamas.” he explains desperately, words clipping off into a whine as you lift his hard cock with two fingers then let it flop back down. you can’t help but be mesmerized by it. it was a deep shade of pink, almost red, and a white bead of precum was forming at the tip. you subconsciously lick your lips at the sight. you professionally move on from the fact that anton doesn’t sleep with underwear on in favor of running your tongue across the slit of anton’s dick.

he let out a choked sound and his hips jerk violently, but you’re able to back up before his penis collides with your nose. 

“toni, if you want me to touch you here, you have to be still.” you warn, one hand coming to rest on his hip.

“sorry, sorry, i can do that. i can-” his rambling is cut off by you taking his entire head into your mouth. “shit, shit, i– ‘m.” his hands come to tangle into your hair, but you pull off of his dick and place his arms back by his side. you don’t say anything, but you’re sure he gets the command.

“gonna cum already, baby boy?” you ask teasingly, rubbing his wrists gently. his breath hitches at the pet name, and you make a mental note to revisit that later.

“no,” he mumbles defensively. your eyebrow lifts in suspicion, but you take his word for it.

“if you get close, let me know, okay?” you hold eye contact while saying it, and he responds with a nod. “no, baby. answer with your words. can you do that for me?”

“i’ll let you know, promise.” he says, nodding quickly, so desperate to get your mouth back on his dick. you’re not sure how much you believe him, but you oblige, slowly taking his member into your mouth inch by inch. since he’s on the shorter side, it doesn’t take long for you to bottom out, his tip barely even reaching the back of your throat, but he’s hot and heavy on your tongue.

you wait and adjust for a second then begin a pace. under you, anton doesn’t say anything, the only communication being his gasps and grunts. you can tell he’s close by the way his hips stutter, desperate to buck up into the wet heat, but still, he doesn’t say anything. you pull off his dick to instead suck at the head, tongue sliding across and dipping into the slit. almost immediately, anton verbally explodes.

“stop! stop, please– too much, ahh–” he rambles, stuttering around portions of a sentence. he’s so embarrassed, but it’s not his fault you’re playing his body like a fiddle. 

you love the sound of him begging, so you keep up the ministrations a bit longer until his whines are so loud that he’s practically screaming, squirming on your blankets. you pull off again and rub up and down his thighs slowly. he gasps and pants as he comes down, so tense, and his cock is even more red, twitching as a steady stream of precum leaks out of the tip. it’s so vulgar that it almost drives you insane, and you’re starting to think you’re gonna lose it if you don’t sit on his cock in the next few minutes, but you push through it.

“aw, that looks like it hurts. want me to help you, or should i just leave you like this?” you ask, rubbing lightly at the head. in anton’s sleep-deprived, sexually frustrated mind, he can’t see how much you want him, how you’re just as desperate as he is, and thinks you’re serious.

“no, please, please, don’t leave me, it hurts so bad.” his hips jump lightly, drawing your attention to his member in an effort to prove his point. “i can’t–can’t get off alone, need you.” he can’t even fathom the thought of you leaving him like this, tender and submissive and so, so hard. 

you can’t help but coo at that. you slip your pajamas and underwear, as well as his shirt, off, then straddle him again. you grind your cunt against his member again, this time without the barrier of clothing. before he can beg, you crash your lips into his, swallowing any small sounds that try to escape. 

you kiss him until your lips hurt, making up for all the time you spent silently pining after him, not knowing he wanted you just as bad. when you pull away, he’s struggling to catch his breath and looking at you like you hung the stars. 

“you’re s-so stunning, i c-can’t believe you l-like me.” he mumbles through stuttered breaths. his hands lay awkwardly by his sides, and you lift them up to rest on your hips. his thumbs rub circles into them shyly, which causes your heart to swell up.

“how could i not like you, sweet boy? you’re so handsome and smart, so caring.” you run your hand through his tangled hair, gently undoing a couple of knots as you remember the traits and quirks that made you like him from the beginning. he practically melts into your touch and praise, but you’re not done with him just yet. you raise your hips and lean into his ear.

“you’ve been such a good boy, do you want me to fuck you now?” you barely get the question out before he’s nodding again, all eager at the idea of finally feeling your walls against his cock. 

anton watches with slow, bated breath as you line your opening up with his length, but then you actually take it in, bottoming out with no hesitation, and his eyes roll into his head. he screams, but the sound is muffled due to his teeth trapping his bottom lip. you sigh in pleasure while letting yourself adjust to the feeling, then study his features as you clench around his dick.

his eyebrows furrow, and he lets out another high-pitched keen, and you’re mesmerized by his beauty. anton’s grip on your hips tightens as you lift up and slide back down, but you feel a bit annoyed that his eyes remain closed. 

“look at me, toni.” you request, hands resting on his chest to support your weight. his eyes barely open, fluttering like it’s a struggle, and you can't help but think again that he’s just so cute. you want to destroy him.

“good job.” you praise and graze his nipples with your fingers. his hips jerk at the sensation, pushing himself deeper into you, and you squeeze your eyes shut momentarily as a wave of pleasure washes over you. you breathe through it in an attempt to hold on to some sanity. on the next inhale, you pick up the pace, sliding his length in and out of you rapidly. 

“oh, oh god- fuck, th-that’s so good, you’re so good.” anton rambles, his voice strained and high-pitched in a way you’ve never heard before. you’re instantly obsessed with the sound and make a tsk-ing noise when he bites his bottom lip. you lift your hand off of his chest and squish his cheeks. his bottom lip juts out in a forced pout.

“none of that, baby boy. i wanna hear you.”

“-t’s embarrassing.” he mumbles weakly, which tapers off into another moan as you sink down fully and roll your hips. you throw your head back, feeling his thick size touch you in places you’ve never reached. you pick up a rhythm of sliding him in and out of you a couple of times then bottoming out and rolling your hips.

“damn, anton. you f-feel amazing.” you moan, stuttering when his hips buck into your own. you look back at him and his eyes are still open, and he’s giving you that look again, the one that makes you want to shy away under all of that adoration. before you can, he throws his head back, baring his pretty, flushed neck as another high-pitched noise rips its way out of his throat. 

“f-fuck, -m so-sorry, can’t look– gonna cum, i’m–” 

you still on his lap and ignore the frustrated noise he lets out. next to his ear, you whisper, “not yet, toni. don’t you want to make me feel good too?”

he nods dumbly, unaware of how good he’s already making you feel. his eyes are empty and glossed over as you guide his hand to your clit. he rubs it experimentally, and your pleased sigh has him speeding up a bit, pressing a little harder to hear more of those sounds from you. 

his entire body is tense and burning hot, so close to the release he’s been chasing for a week, and watching your beautiful body react to his touch only makes it worse. he wants to get you there first, but when you roll your hips down again, he doesn’t think he can do it.

“p-please don’t move, please, please.” he begs, words slurring and eyes shining with desperation. he’s so deeply submitted to you that it’s almost unbearable, and you have the sudden need to please him, make him cum so hard he forgets his name, then kiss him to sleep. you support your weight with your shaky arms and lift your hips up.

“fuck me, baby. don’t you wanna cum?” you ask, putting on your sweetest voice for him. 

“fuck yeah, yes, need it.” anton grunts out. he wraps your arms around his neck and grips your hips tightly before roughly thrusting into your cunt. 

“oh, fuck, toni–” you gasp out with your face burried in his neck. his desperation shows through his lack of rhythm, his strokes uneven and harsh. he’s hitting your sweet spot so aggressively it feels like you might lose your mind, then his hand comes to rub your clit again, the grip on your waist strong enough to hold you up with one hand. 

“oh, god. cum, please cum, i-i can’t hold it.” he begs, words interlaced with keens and gasps. despite your previous permission, he’s still so desperate to please you, even with wet cheeks and eyebrows furrowed in agony. the sight, the feeling of him pounding into your sweet spot, and the harsh, uneven rubbing on your clit sends you into overdrive. you cum so hard your hearing almost goes out, but you can faintly make out his muffled screams, and you feel him cream in you, hot fluids spilling back over his cock as he works himself through it. 

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

eventually, the air stills, and for the first time in hours, anton’s tense body fully relaxes, his bones melding into your pillows. you lift off of him to let him fully catch his breath, and slip into the bathroom. his eyes are closed when you return, and flutter open when he feels something warm and wet touch his skin. 

you’re clean now, having wiped yourself down in the bathroom, and he’s silent as you clean him up as well. his blinks are slow like his eyelids are heavy, and you’re overwhelmed with the desire to leave kisses all over his puffy cheeks. 

you put discarded clothing as well as any dirty blankets in your laundry basket, then climb under the duvet with him. he’s warm and cozy when you pull him to lay on your chest again.

it’s silent for a few minutes, but you know he’s not asleep, because his breath is irregular.

“...noona?” he calls out so quietly you’re surprised you hear it, alert to make sure he’s got everything he needs, so you hum in response. 

“did you mean it? that you think i’m…handsome, and stuff?” he mumbles. his voice is so soft and sweet that you just wanna eat him up, but you don’t wanna disturb his comfort. 

“i meant every word, anton. i’ve adored you since we met.” you confess while running your fingers through his fluffy, tangled hair. 

moments of silence pass.

“i think i’ve been denying my crush on you for the past four weeks.” he whispers again, almost uncertain. his words have your heartbeat picking up, the idea of him reciprocating your romantic feelings makes you so happy you could jump on the bed, because you don’t know how you would’ve gone back to being just friends after tonight.

similar thoughts run through anton’s mind. he can’t believe he didn’t see his feelings for you sooner. it feels like after a full week, he’s finally able to relax into his skin again. you’re so comforting, and remembering how you took care of him gives him butterflies. curiously, he looks up at you, and your eyes are staring back at him, as soft and sparkly as they’ve always been. he can’t believe how deep his feelings for you actually run. 

your lips curl into a big smile, then you're suddenly cupping his cheeks and pressing warm, wet kisses all over his face.

“so cute. you’re so, so cute. i can’t resist any longer.” you say through smooches. he grunts in feigned annoyance, pretending that his heart isn’t threatening to jump out of his chest. you lay him back down, but he still has one question on his mind.

“noona, w-will you…be my girlfriend?” his uncertain tone is back, despite everything.

“i better be.” you say lightly, half-joking. you continue running your fingers through his hair, and anton’s eyelids become so heavy that he can’t keep them open despite wanting to stay here in this moment with you. 

you want to be sure before you drift off yourself, so you wait for a few more minutes, and then his breath evens out, and anton falls asleep.

✧･ﾟ: *

a/n : this story on ao3 <33 pls lmk if i missed any tags i should add! this is my first ff so it's lacking, but i tried my best to fix up any obvious plotholes!!

[swee-thy-art]

The bois

I've seen people doing this trend and thought that I could draw these two. Since I don't draw them that much.

[ttsblogg]

I’m Drew Starkey.

drew starkey x f!actress

a/n: the film for this fic will be Burlesque. fight me I love this movie. it’s just so hot like miss christina did her thing for real. for context, y/n plays Alli of course, and Jacob Elordi will play Jack. also Drew is a shy baby in this fic, it’s a adorable. anyways, i hope you all enjoy! this is my first fic so heyyy ;) - tt 🫧

There she was, slowly stepping out of her limo. Greeting everyone with her bright smile, along with a small wave. “Y/n! Y/n!” Fans called out to her, photographers quickly turned their heads to face in the direction they heard her name being called and started yelling out for her trying to get her attention so they can snap a photo of her. Y/n chuckled at how demanding they were, even before she reached the red carpet. Her assistant helped adjust her dress before she headed toward the walking area. Her assistant helped her adjust her dress before she made her way towards the carpet. She soon was met by flashing lights blazing at her. To some, this could be very intimidating but not to Y/n. Not anymore. Not tonight.

Tonight marked the debut of Y/n’s new movie ‘Burlesque’, it was her biggest project so far. It pushed her out of her usual comfort zone, something she hasn’t done in her career. She revealed a part of herself she’s never shown before, a new talent no one’s heard or seen before. This film was something new, glamorous; brilliant. It was inspiring, courageous, filled with fierceness and sultriness. In just one week, it earned a perfect score of 100% on the Tomatometer. Critics described Y/n’s performance as “hot” and “enchanting”, they called it “the new and improved Y/n” with her “outstanding voice” and “stunning looks”.

“Y/n look here! Y/n over the shoulder!” The photographers yelled as their flashing lights shined on Y/n, capturing her form fitting; glittery dress, along with her perfectly contoured face. She did her best to look at as many camera lenses as she could. As she focused on the flashing cameras, she failed to realise someone was admiring her from afar.

Drew Starkey, he’d been a big fan of y/n for a long time now. He first discovered her when he watched ‘The Edge of Seventeen’, he was hooked on her ever since. She just had a way of carrying herself, it attracted him. He was in awe of how she gave her all into every role she had. He already had a favorite part about her without even meeting her.

Her eyes.

Her perfect y/e/c eyes. The way they got brighter every time she was talking about something she loved or about something she was excited; happy about. And the way they’d turn a dark shade of green when she was upset, or mad. She thought she kept small things like this hidden, things no one seemed to notice. But Drew saw every one of them. He was completely fascinated by her. To finally see her in person, he wasn’t going to pass the opportunity to look her as much as he could. “Would you like to meet her?” Madelyn asked. Drew snapped out of his daze and looked over at Madelyn. He let out a nervous laugh, “I don’t think I’d be able to say a word if I did.” He answered honestly and looked back up at Y/n as she exited the red carpet. Making her way closer to Drew and other celebrities.

Talk to y/n? No. I can’t right? What if I talk to her and fuck it up. Drew thought to himself. “Well, this can be your only chance Drew.” Madelyn said, smiling at Y/n as she conversed with Jacob Elordi. He was her love interest in the movie. Drew would be lying if he said he wasn’t a tad bit jealous. He certainly was. Getting to kiss and hold her like that. Man was lucky to say the least. “Fuck, she’s getting closer.” Drew mumbled, looking down at his feet. “Oh you fucking pussy.” Madelyn snarled at him. “Y/n! Hi, my name is Madelyn. I’m such a big fan.” Madelyn spoke up to Y/n. “Madelyn! Yes I know you! Oh my god are you kidding? I loveee OBX!” She answered. Drew’s eyes widened, he looked up at Y/n. “You seriously watch OBX?” Madelyn asked in disbelief. Y/n scoffed, “Seriously? I watch it religiously, it’s so good!” Y/n beamed. She looked over to the person next to Madelyn, recognizing them right away, “And you must be Drew Starkey.” She said holding her hand out for him to shake. Drew opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out. It wasn’t until Madelyn nudged him, knocking him out of his thoughts.

He cleared his throat, “I’m Drew Starkey.” He said taking a hold of Y/n’s hand. Y/n chuckled at his response. “Right, is that not what I said?” She furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. “Righ- Yes. I-I I’m sorry. Let me start over.” Drew stuttered. “Yes, I’m Drew. It is very nice to meet you, Y/n. I-I’m also a big fan of your work.” Drew finally greeted her. She smiled, “Like wise, Drew.” They let go of each others hands. “Well, I hope you guys enjoy the movie. Thank you for coming out tonight.” She looked between the two. “I’m sure we will. Nice meeting you again, Y/n.” Madelyn said, giving her a hug. Y/n waved goodbye to Drew, seemingly as he was still star struck by her presence. She chuckled again as Drew gave her a small wave.

He watched as she walked away towards the curtains that lead into the theater room. Once she was out of his sight, the moment of their interaction finally clicked, making him snap back to reality. He looked over at Madelyn as she stood next to him with her arms crossed over her chest in annoyance. “I fucked that up, didn’t I?” He asked. “Ya think?” She rolled her eyes. “Oh god. I just humiliated myself.” He said running his fingers through his hair. “Yeah well I wouldn’t be surprised if she thought you were a weirdo. Let’s go.” She said tugging his arm.

Walking into the theater, Madelyn and Drew had help from their assistants to locate their seats. Once they found them, they sat and started talking amongst themselves and the people sitting around them. As Drew conversed with some of his friends, he couldn’t help but let his eyes wonder around the room, looking for Y/n. Hoping to spot her. “Drew, you good man?” Jonathan asked. “Hmm? Oh yeah man, I’m alright.” He said looking back at his friend. Jonathan furrowed his eyebrows, “Alright then.” He said with a scoff.

A few minutes went by before it was time for everyone to take their seats. As they did, the lights dimmed except for the spotlights at the front of the theater. The director and producer stepped out from behind the curtains. The audience immediately rose up and started clapping. They began their speech by talking a little bit about the film and why they chose to make it the way they did. Gradually, they started calling out the names of the cast members. One by one, each actor and actress stepped forward and came out onto the stage.

“And last but certainly not least, everyone please give a warm welcome to our favorite, Miss Y/f/n!” They announced. Everyone including Drew stood up and clapped. Y/n heard whistling and cheering coming from every way of the theater. She came out with the biggest smile and waved at everyone as she walked alongside her co-stars. She walked towards her spot next to Jacob, who gently held her waist and kissed her cheek. Drew instantly felt his cheeks get warm. Alright buddy, relax. He thought to himself. Y/n patted Jacob’s back and removed herself from his embrace. Shortly after Y/n’s introduction, the producer started crediting everyone for helping make the film, along with everyone on it. “.. And Y/n man.. This woman right here, she is so so talented in every which way. Y/n thank you for bringing Alli to life the way you did. I can’t wait to hopefully work with you again and see what more you bring to this world.. that goes for everyone standing up here.. you’re awesome. Seriously, you brought our vision together. After a year of fighting trying to find the right people, I have no regrets casting any of you. You guys absolutely nailed every part of this movie to the ‘T’, and for that I love every single one of you. Muah.” They said. Y/n pouted her lips and fanned her eyes, not wanting her tears to ruin her makeup. Jacob saw and quickly wrapped his arm around her shoulder. “With that being said, I hope everyone enjoys the film, thank you.”

Drew cleared his throat, trying to calm his nerves. “Relax, dude.” Madelyn whispered. She’s known about Drew’s little crush he’s had on Y/n for a while now, so she knew how jealous he got. She often teased him about being too scared to slide into Y/n’s dm. Of course, he denied it each time.

“Are you sure you’re okay, man?” Jonathan whispered for his right side. “Yeah why wouldn’t I be?” Drew asked, glaring at Jacob. Jonathan chuckled, “Well you staring at Jacob like you want to murder him and you’ve been fidgeting.” He told him. Drew sighed and looked over at him. “I’m good.” he stated. “Look, if I were you, whenever you have chance alone with her, just be you, D. Your.. self.” Jonathan said before turning back around. We’ll see. Drew thought to himself.

time skip..

After the movie ended, Drew was even more captivated by Y/n. He didn’t even care for the love scenes she had with Jacob anymore. He was too memorized by her every move. And her voice. God her voice. Who knew she was full of that much talent. This woman was pure perfection. If she didn’t get casted for Barbie, he didn’t know who would. The way she danced, and the way she used her eyes. His favorite part. She can easily suck you in and send you into a trance with those eyes.

“Here man, you need this.” Jonathan said handing him a a drink. Drew chuckled and accepted it. He and his friends made it to the after party shortly after leaving the theater. So they decided to have some fun and have some drinks, to ease the nerves after being on camera most of their afternoon.

“Ugh you should’ve seen the way he acted! He was like in shock!” Madelyn exclaimed. She was updating their friends about Drew’s little fangirl moment he had earlier with Y/n. “Nah nah c’mon give my boy a chance, he was just amazed by her. I mean who wouldn’t be, right D?” Jonathan defended him. Drew laugh and sipped his drink. “Exactly, who wouldn’t be?” He nodded his head. His friends kept going back and forth about the whole situation. Eventually, Drew let his eyes wonder again. Until he spot a the same silhouette wrapped in the sparkling dress he saw earlier. Y/n. She didn’t have to turn around for him to know. The only difference was that she was alone.

Seeing that his friends were preoccupied by arguing he took it as great opportunity for him to sneak away. He made his way towards the bar where she was. He then leaned over the counter and called over the bartender to order his drink. Y/n noticed him right away. She smiled to herself before turning head to look at him. “So, was your name Drew Starkey? Or were you just mocking me?” She spoke up. Drew smiled before turning to look at her. “I have a feeling I’m never going to live that down, huh?” He said. Y/n laughed, fully turning her body to face him, Drew doing the same. “I guess time will tell.”

“Not to change the subject, but that movie.. just.. woah.” He said. “That good, huh?” She teased. Drew snickered, “Yeah, i mean Y/n you outdid yourself, seriously. I- have you ever considered starting a music career?” He cut himself off. Y/n laughed throwing her head back. Drew took his time observing her. He’d already seen her up close earlier but right now seemed different. She seemed more at ease, there were no cameras, no fans, no assistant, it was just her. “You’re funny, Drew Starkey.” She said coming down from her laugh. “What! I’m serious!” He laughed. “Okay, well, no I have not considered starting a music career.” She answered. “And why not? Your voice is amazing. You’d top every chart, no question about it.” Y/n took a second to process what he said.

In all honesty, she has thought about starting a music career in the past, but she felt like she wasn’t as passionate about it compared to acting. Acting was her true passion. She knew she’d never grow tired of playing different roles. Acting made her happy because she could become someone new each time. The variety kept her interested, and the work never felt boring. She loved the idea of stepping into someone else's shoes and telling their story. That devotion for acting is what drove her more than anything else.

“I-I mean i did think to start it once if I’m being completely honest but it’s just not for me.” She looked up at Drew. “But thank you for saying that though, that’s very sweet of you.” She smiled, he smiled back at her. “Trust me, I can go on.” He admitted. Y/n looked away as she felt her cheeks get warm.

“I don’t mean to be too forwa-“ Drew was cut off. “Hey babe, I’ve been looking all over for you, ready to head out to Eric’s? He just texted asking if we were on our way.” Jacob approached Y/n. Babe? “Yeah, for sure just give me a few minutes.” She said, Jacob nodded, shot Drew a quick smile, and then walked away. “I’m so sorry about that, you were saying?” Y/n asked turning back to Drew, giving him her attention again. “Y-yeah, umm I’m sorry I didn’t know you guys wer-“ Y/n gasped. “Oh J-Jacob and me! Oh no not at all, he literally calls everyone babe.” Y/n laughed. Drew let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding in and rubbed his neck. “Oh okay, then would be safe for me to ask for your number?”

Drew couldn’t even believe the words coming out of his mouth. If his past self from a few hours ago knew he was now asking for her number, he’d lose it… Y/n smirked. “It is definitely very safe for you to ask for my number.” She said holding out her hand, Drew smiled at her and handed her his phone. After she put her number in it, she leaned in and gave a kiss on his cheek.

“Well, it was nice meeting you, Drew Starkey. Hope to hear from you soon.” She said. “Oh you will, Y/f/n.” Drew said then watched her walk away towards the exit doors.

[sethsclearwater]

synopsis: based on this request from  🧼 anon where seth does something small for reader and she realizes just how much she loves him and gives him the sloppiest head of both of their lives

warnings: oral (male receiving)

word count: 1.62k

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you and seth had a fairly simple relationship. he was the most level headed person you knew and you could be quite a handful at times which led to you constantly feeling grateful beyond words for how patient and kind he always was with you. 

you had just arrived back from emily’s, quietly stepping into your shared apartment with seth when you faintly smelled a citrus-like cleaning scent that seemed to be permeating throughout your apartment, “seth,” you called softly, setting your keys down on the little wood shelf you and seth shared at the entrance of your apartment.

kicking your shoes off, you headed over to the bedroom where you found your boyfriend folding the absurd amount of laundry you two had left piling up all week long. clearly, seth had paid attention when you first moved in together and mentioned how much you loathed laundry.

“pretty girl,” seth smiled when he heard your soft footsteps entering the bedroom, peeking over his shoulder for a moment to flash you a small smile before he was going back to folding one of your old sweatshirts.

you couldn’t help the wave of gratitude that washed over you mind, your heart and brain desperately working together to try and figure out a way to pay him back for all the times he’d done something big (although they seemed like small things to him) like this for you without even thinking twice about it.

pausing for a moment, you sucked in a breath before you were quickly stepping over to him just as he had set down the last piece of now clean and folded laundry. your hands were on him, sliding them up to grip his biceps and spin him around before he could even begin to process what you were doing, “‘s wrong?” seth asked, watching you with what could only be described as a worried expression crossing his features.

you shook your head, just sliding your hands down his bare chest until you found the band of his sweatpants, “jus’ need you,” you whispered and his features noticeably softened at your words. seth nodded, sliding his hands up your hips to begin to pull your shirt off, “not like that-” you murmured, sliding your determined hands down to meet his and pry them off your skin.

seth stayed silent, only watching as you tugged his sweatpants and boxers down before gently pushing him back until the backs of his knees met the bed and he slowly sank down until he was seated on the bed in front of you, “what are you-” seth started, his voice slowly fading off until it silenced as he watched you sink to your knees in front of him so you were now face to face with his cock.

“wanted to say thank you,” you whispered your explanation, looking up at him through your lashes which had his cock hardening. seth sucked in a breath, sliding his hands down his thighs until he reached out to thread his nimble fingers through your hair.

“for the laundry?” he asked, a breathy laugh following his words which had you cracking a smile, somehow even more turned on by the fact that he clearly didn’t think his actions were worthy of any thanks, let alone what was going to be the sloppiest blowjob of the man’s life.

you hummed, still peeking up at him with doe eyes that you knew would have him melting under you in a matter of moments, “for everything,” you responded, not waiting for him to pry any more information out of you before you were cupping his cock in your hand and diving down to suckle at the tip of his length.

thankfully, seth couldn’t seem to come up with any more questions about why you felt the need to give him a blowjob at 2 pm on a sunday, instead he just let out a low groan when he felt the way you swirled your tongue around the tip of his cock.

you were pumping the base of his cock with your hand, slowly dropping your head to take in the remained of his length until your lips met the soft skin of your hand, “fuck you feel so good-” seth whined, his fingers tightening in your hair.

slowly, you released your grip on his cock in favor of attempting to take all of him down your throat. seth’s breathing hitched when you sank your lips the rest of the way down his length, the tip of his cock bumping up against the back of your throat as your nose brushed up against his happy trail, “holy fuck-” seth groaned, a shaky breath leaving his lips as he mentally reminded himself to at least try and last a somewhat reasonable amount of time.

you could barely hide your body’s response to him, suddenly needing to squeeze your thighs even tighter together than you already were in a weak attempt to give your pussy some attention. once you were confident you wouldn’t be gagging around the poor boy, you slowly lifted your head, pausing to suckle at the head of his cock once more before you were diving back down.

seth’s quiet whimpers and heavy breaths filled the room, his grip on your hair tightening even further as he helped you set a slow and steady pace as you sucked his cock, “you feel like heaven pretty girl - you have no idea,” seth exhaled, the words barely leaving his lips before he let out another low groan when you swallowed around his cock, your throat constricting around the tip of him in all the right ways.

before he could cum right there, he was lifting your head up, allowing you both to catch your breaths for a moment. you were sucking in heavy lungfuls of air, your spit and seth’s precum now a mess on your lips and his cock, “holy shit-” seth groaned when he saw the mess you were making on his lap, “nevermind keep going-” he quickly decided, suddenly not caring how much more he lasted as he tugged your head back down so you were back to deepthroating the boy. 

his grip on your hair tightened again as he tugged you up and down his length, setting a quicker pace this time as more and more precum began seeping out of his tip, the salty taste spreading over your tongue with each stroke, “taking my cock like such a good girl,” seth praised, dropping his head back to let out another groan when you licked up a stripe up the underside of his cock as he pulled your head back up before quickly sinking back down again.

your heart was pounding in your chest, both of you working overtime to help seth meet his much-needed release. his fingers were clenching around your hair as he set a faster pace, your combined fluids now trickling down his thighs as he got closer and closer to cumming.

you reached your hand up to cup his heavy balls in your hand, rolling them inbetween your fingers with just enough pressure that seth was immediately tugging you all the way down his cock so he could shoot his load down your throat. a slew of dirty praises fell from your imprinter’s lips as he unloaded his cum in your mouth, holding your head all the way down so your nose was now buried in his happy trail to ensure you’d be swallowing every last drop of his release.

you were sucking in deep breaths through your nose, slowing your fingers’ movements on his balls as you began swallowing as much of his release as you could. once seth was sure he’d finished filling you up, he began to soften his grip on your hair and soothingly scratch at your scalp as he allowed you to lift your head up and off his now softening cock.

you licked the salty taste of your mixed fluids off your lips as you peeked up at him, eyes watery from how deep he had been buried in you, “i didn’t hurt you did i?” seth asked breathlessly, untangling his fingers from your hair so he could hook his hands under your arms and lift you up and into his lap.

letting out a soft laugh, you shook your head, absolutely loving the way he always managed to be concerned about you, “didn’t hurt me,” you reassured, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to his lips which he gladly returned, sliding his hands down to rest on your hips as he pulled you closer to him.

when he finally allowed you to part from his lips, he murmured a quiet “thank you,” before gently kneading at your hips. you let a soft giggle escape your lips, sliding your hands up his chest to wrap around his neck and thread your fingers through his hair.

“thank you,” you whispered, “i love you,” you added, both of you smiling as seth allowed your words to sink in for a moment before responding.

“i love you too pretty girl,” he murmured, pressing one more slow kiss to your lips before he was parting, “you okay with me finishing up the laundry and then we can keep going? i think we’re gonna need the whole bed for what i’m thinking about doing to you,” he mused, a playful glimmer in his eyes that had you giggling and nodding.

[0rczy]

Some Roommates AU fanart because I’m obsessed. Tried making some storybeats for scenes I found especially fun, this one’s from the chapter “fuck around and find out”!

This from chapter “project 2”

From “pathetic fallacies and falsities”

And from “the day before legacy day”.

Also, I really enjoyed the outfit descriptions from the legacy day chapter, so here are some of them, the way I pictured them:

(I’m pretty sure a dress shirt’s collar doesn’t look frilly, but I like the image of Hugo wearing flashy stuff so. Yeah.)

Please read this story it’s so good so far omg

[winter510]

I’m very new to fanfic, I literally only got into it bc of Vat7k. I wanna read more fics but I noticed an issue almost immediately while looking for new ones, so uh-

Does anyone know any sex-repulsed-ace friendly Vat7k/Varigo fics lol?

I’d prefer ones with no sex at all, but I wanna keep options open, so I can still deal if it’s just alluded to. Btw I’ve already read And They Were Roomates & A Silent Opera, but that’s it.

[twotangledsisters]

New Art of Lady Caine (my fave pirate who's never actually confirmed to be a pirate in all of media)

+ New Fic Tomorrow: I Trust You (Not To Stab Me In The Back)

Aka, how Caine met her second-in-command.

Aka, how Caine unknowingly kidnapped a teenager.