#two x reader

[sleepyficss]

sleeping in a storm.

two x reader, romantic & fluff

authors note:

this takes place in tpot 13 – so avoid this for spoilers !!

As a glance out the nearest window granted you with the sight of a de–rooted tree being carried away by the harsh winds, you had no choice but to admit to yourself; this storm was unnerving you.

Since when had anywhere in Goiky received weather this bad? Much less life-threatening storms?

The only thing stopping you from losing your willpower was the presence of Two – although, you can't be sure that the same can be said for them. Every strike of lightning and slam of thunder had left them flailing around for a moment, before getting their composure back.

You couldn't quite understand just how a being with such power would be scared of a storm. If they were really that frightened, couldn't they just teleport themselves away, similar to Four and X? (You were beginning to hold a real grudge against those two for abandoning you all here while in the middle of a terrible storm to who-knows-where).

Your lovely host, Two, had just announced that the 'challenge' for today was to 'stop all the wildlife outside from getting indoors', before rushing you all to climb up several flights of stairs.

You had, unsurprisingly, began losing your breath after the second staircase. The same could be said for many of the other contestants, however, it was well-known between all the participating objects that Two had developed sort of a soft-spot for you. Therefore, you felt your body begin to move without any help from your own limbs as you had accidentally started to fall behind everyone else, looking behind you and making eye contact with Two.

It truly wasn't uncommon to receive 'special treatment' from them like this, where they had used their mysterious power to lift you into the air and glide you along behind everyone else, allowing you to catch your breath. Two avoided your gaze, a small knowing grin on their face as they pretended to not notice the green magic emanating from around you.

You rolled your eyes playfully, attempting to ignore the slight growing blush on your face as you were, once again, reminded of Gaty's annoyance at you. Nearly every conversation with the wooden object led to her trying to convince you that Two liked you more than a friend. Whilst you assumed that she would know them the best, you had trouble believing Gaty on this.

Before you knew it, lost in your thoughts, everyone had made it to the third floor. Two quickly lowered you to the carpeted ground, not wanting too many other contestants to notice, yet trying not to accidentally harm you by dropping you too fast.

They rushed to the front of the group, opening up a door and announcing, "I've set up residency here on the third floor, so your task is to keep anything from getting to my room and disturbing my rest!"

As objects began piling into the room behind Two, you couldn't help yourself to visually investigate every corner of the room. Disappointingly, it didn't seem like a permanent living space, or perhaps Two was just an intense minimalist. Either way, you couldn't help but admit the room was a bit boring.

You were broken away from your nosey thoughts by the sound of snoring – the previously mentioned algebralien had already knocked themself out in their bed. You couldn't stop the amused, yet amicable, silent breath of air that left you.

The amusement quickly left your body as Pencil wasted no time in approaching Two and slapping them awake. Your breathe caught in your throat, not knowing whether to laugh or be upset on Two's behalf at the audacity of the newly un-eliminated contestant.

Springing back up as if they'd never fallen asleep in the first place, Two lifted up a bottle in their hand, "This milk our favourite little chef's have conjured up always knocks me right out!"

"Anyways – CLOUDYAY, you guys can protect us from the dragons above on the roof! DEATH PACT YET AGAIN, protect the ground floor from those pesky bugs. TEAM TWO! Head back to the basement and keep those fish at bay."

Realising that the teams were being sorted for their main goal today, you shuffled over to stand behind Tennis Ball and Bottle. Being in 🎶🎶 (otherwise known as BAGGED), Liy had become a recent addition to the team, and you were glad to welcome her back. It was good to have someone more confident and strong-headed as an asset.

"And our team?" The mentioned object spoke up as Two stood there.

A surprised look overtook their face, as if they had forgotten that you were contestants too.

Almost immediately, their eyes landed on you behind Bottle (or should you say, through Bottle?), and wrapped an extended arm around you, and lifted you up and over your teammates, as they all instinctively ducked under your moving form, "You! Can protect me! From up here, in case the other teams fail the challenge."

They almost looks proud of themself, hugging you close to their side. A blush lit up on your face from the close-contact with them, barely comprehending their words. A glance up at your teammates had you noticing a couple rolling eyes, and frustrated expressions directed towards their host.

"...And the rest of our team?" Liy sighed out with exasperation.

Two's body went rigid against yours for a moment, before using their unoccupied hand to point towards their window, "Deal with him."

Twisting your head slightly enough to watch your team walk up to the window, you didn't need to glance out the window to know what they meant as an ear-piercing, 'aw, seriously?' echoed throughout the hotel.

A shiver followed through your body from the noise as you winced, feeling a comforting hand rubbing your arm slightly as Two reacted next to you.

The next moment, without much further prompting, every team took off out the door, and you could hear several feet running against the floor for a few moments until it was just the sound of intense winds and aggravated creatures outside.

For a moment, you stood in one spot, before realising Two had let go of you to make their way into their bed. You glanced their way, before nervously staring out the window across the room.

"So, uhm... Do you want me to... Stand by the door? To make sure nothing gets in here..?"

"Oh!" Two looked oddly surprised at you, "I didn't actually mean what I said. If anyone fails the challenge, I think it would be more likely for me to protect you."

The green number laughed a little, wiggling their fingers at you as they were coated in green magic. Now you felt a bit silly for thinking that you'd be the one protecting them.

As you continued standing there, embarrassed, Two patted the empty spot beside them with a slight dark tint to their cheeks, "You can, uh, join me... If you'd like?"

A blush lit up your face much faster than it did theirs. However, it didn't take much thought for you to consciously move your legs to the other side of the bed.

Two lifted up the blanket for you, looking to the side nervously with an awkward smile on their face. You joined them in looking the opposite direction, and slid yourself beside them.

This was... More than awkward. You couldn't stop yourself from nearly drowning in your own nervous sweat, as you felt Two moving around to get more comfortable under the covers. You soon joined them, pulling the blanket closer to yourself while staying too-aware of the little amount of space between you two, trying hard to not accidentally rub up against them.

A deep breath in the silence, and you tried to regain your nerves, before Two cleared their throat, "Would you, uh... Like any milk?"

You felt bad for jumping at the sudden sound of their voice, shaking your head at their offer. It was fine. This was fine. You knew Two liked you, at least as a close friend, but... This was a little odd to be doing with someone who was just a friend, right?

Maybe you were just getting too into your own head, or maybe... You just needed to steel your nerves. Push yourself to take the first step between you two...

"Two..." The mentioned number hummed in acknowledgement, "Can we cuddle?"

That was not what you meant. You should not have just asked that. You mentally kicked yourself in the head, you were trying to improve your relationship with Two, not ruin it and make it horribly awkward! How were you going to fix this –?

The noticeable sound of glass breaking clearly echoed in the small room, and you whipped your head in the direction of Two out of concern.

Their 'specialty chef-made' milk had spilt on the floor as they dropped the bottle behind them, off the bed. They stared at you with their eyes as large as saucepans, and the darkest blush you had ever seen on their face.

"Two? H-Hey, Two, I'm so–" You were interrupted immediately.

"No, no! I'm sorry – I mean, yes! I'd love to – uh, I-I'd like to cuddle, if you... You'd like...?" They stuttered out, surprising you with their willing answer.

You meekly nodded, unconsciously hiding your face slightly as you melted lower into the blankets. Two shakily reached their hands out, pulling you flush to them with much less certainty than they held earlier when pulling you away from your team. It could almost make you laugh.

With hesitation, you wrapped an arm around their side, and lowered your head against their chest to avoid any chances of eye-contact. A deep breath calmed your nerves slightly. A light pressure placed itself on your head, before you realised in was Two's hand, comfortingly rubbing against your head.

A final sigh left your chest as you relaxed into the pillows, and closed your eyes. You felt yourself drifting off alongside Two, softly gripping them in your hands and listening to their light breathes.

You nearly found yourself in dreamland, before Two spoke up, barely audible to anyone but the two of you, "Hey, I-I think I like y –"

A heavy weight collapsed on top of your body and pushed the breath from your lungs. Two's sudden yelling filled your ears as you drearily opened your eyes again.

"FISH! THERE'S A FISH ! TEAM TWO are up for elimination –"

"Oh – Oh my god! Two, what –" You began to raise your voice at them, before you were pulled out from underneath the slimy green monster, and pulled into the air by familiar green magic once again.

You could do nothing but stare with wide eyes as Two was chased around the small room, practically yelling for their life as you comfortably levitated near the ceiling.

You weren't exactly sure what they were trying to tell you earlier, but you do know they were right about being the one to protect you.

[fritz-federleicht]

Two (Sleep Token) imagines

- Declaration of love: He posts a special photo

- I won't let you go: You wear a dress he won't let you go to the club in

[charliepoopyfart]

They made having blue hair and pronouns illegal in piltover

[yuwuta]

you hook up with izuku drunkenly at someone’s birthday party and it’s not even that you regret it in the morning it’s just that your post nut clarity hits that you slept with the boy you’ve known since pre-k all because of a couple of drinks and when he wakes up you’re still freaking out and you make him pinky promise that this won’t mess with your friendship, “izuku do you hear me? we are NOT going to be that pair of sad best friends that fucks everything up just because of sex. sex is nothing. we’re never gonna do it again, so we’ll be fine right?” and the whole time he’s nodding along with wide, glassy eyes not listening to a goddamn thing you’re saying because he’s been in love with you since middle school, and last night you said you loved him, too. granted he was inside of you, and he said it first, but you said it back, and by that point it was well after one in the morning so the only thing you two were drunk on were each other. it’s probably why the very next day he is at your doorstep with a notebook in hand and a grin on his face that’s something right in between cocky and sweet when he says “i think we should sleep together again. and before you say no, i made a list about why 😁 number one: we’re really good at it. number two—”

[rafeandonlyrafe]

whatever you want

words: 1.5k

warnings: 18+ only, smut, ab riding, tit fucking, semi public sex, established relationship, cumming in mouth, mentions of future and past sex, lots of talk about rafes muscles, reader is kinda described as having big (or at least decent sized) breasts, lots of banter can these bitches just shut up and fuck oh my goddddd

“again.” you call, almost sounding drunk despite being completely sober.

rafe sighs, rolling his eyes, but the side of his lip quirks up, unable to hide how much he likes your fascination.

rafe flexes again, his arms bulging and pecs tightening. you reach out, smoothing your hands over the hard muscles.

“you're so strong.” you coo, sat on rafes lap despite the hot temperature of the day, which resulted in rafe pulling his shirt off.

"you're acting like you've never seen me shirtless before.” rafe says with a chuckle.

“shh, let me appreciate you.” you shake your head. sure, you've seen him shirtless plenty of times but rafe was bulking up for summer and it caused all his muscles to be deliciously defined.

“alright, whatever.” rafe flexes again, not going to argue too much when he has your hands obsessively touching every part of his body.

your hands move down to his stomach, fingers running over his abs. “if you let me ride your abs, i’d let you do whatever you want to me.”

“you-” rafe places his hands on his hips, sitting up straighter. “you want to ride my abs?”

“yeah.” you nod, quirking your head to the side. “you know, like rub my pussy against them.”

“shit, do it right now.” rafe looks down at your short shorts, barely covering more than your underwear does.

“yes!” you squeal out, hopping up and tugging your bottoms and panties off, not caring that you’re in the backyard and anyone could theoretically come by. “lay back.” you instruct.

rafe lays on the couch, smiling up at you as you climb on top of him. “you’ll have to flex for me as im doing this.” you inform rafe, placing your pussy on his abdomen. “especially your pecs.” you poke his chest.

“you’re such a slut for my body.” rafe chuckles, hands coming to your hips, pushing you further down, feeling your wetness as your thighs spread even more open.

“i can’t help that you’re so sexy.” you shrug, hips starting to move back and forth in a slow rock, carefully building up the pace, wanting to enjoy being sat on his stomach.

you lean forward, placing your hands on his chest for stability, pressing your clit further against his muscles. rafe flexes his muscles and they harden underneath you.

“rafe!” you squeal. 

“i guess you like that, huh?” rafes hands squeeze at your hips and lift up, placing you harder back down on his stomach. “oh, you like that too.” he smiles as he bounces you again and you moan out.

“i really like that.” you hum, eyes struggling to stay open with the pleasure, but you want to keep your eyes on rafe beneath you. its rare he lets you take over like this.

you moan as you both bounce, using your knees to go up and down while rafe assists so you don’t get burnt out. 

you pull your top off, revealing the bikini top you’re wearing underneath, ready to go swimming whenever you’re done playing with rafe, needing to get in the water on this sweltering day.

“jesus, your tits are perfect.” rafe smiles as he watches your chest bouncing, sitting up to rub his face in between your pushed together breasts, the bikini top holding them tight together.

“not as perfect as yours.” you giggle, hands squeezing at his chest, palms over his nipples.

“don’t call them tits.” rafe rolls his eyes as he lays back, head against the cushion.

“well, whatever you wanna call them, i fucking love your muscles. your pecs-” you squeeze your hands again, digging into his soft flesh until rafe flexes and they harden. “your biceps-” you move your hands, and rafe flexes again, his muscles bulging. “your abs.” this time you press your pussy down, rubbing against the contours and ridges.

“you’re lucky that you offered to let me do whatever i want to you otherwise i wouldn’t have agreed to this.” rafe smirks.

“oh yeah?” you raise an eyebrow. “what are you gonna do to me?” there’s truly nothing rafe could do to your body that wouldn’t bring you pleasure, you glow just under his attention alone.

“fuck your tits.” rafe smirks, eyes moving down from your face to your chest. “as soon as your done, right here for anyone to see.”

“damn, you could do anything and you don’t want to fuck my asshole or tie me up?” you laugh, expecting something more from rafe.

“you’d let me do all that whenever anyways.” rafe pushes your hips down, grinding you against him. you moan and lean forward, your hands coming back to rafes chest. 

“keep doing that.” you whimper, eyes sliding closed as your mouth drops open, moans filling the air and being carried away by the wind. 

rafe keeps moving, the veins in his forearm flexing as your wetness spreads over his abs, coating them in your slick, allowing your pussy to drag even easier.

“im-im close.” you warn, swallowing thickly.

rafe grunts and increases his hold, tightening his grip on your hips so you can’t slip loose, grinding you down as he flexes his abs, the hardness rubbing against your clit making you moan out, body falling forward as you cum hard, shaking as rafe lets up on you, hands loosening and moving to rub your back.

“fuck.” you whine, snuggling into his chest, letting your hips drop down, feeling rafes hardness pressing against your stomach.

rafe starts to move as you cry out, not ready to do anything more than close your eyes and feel his warmth against your cheek.

“come on, brat.” rafe chuckles. “i wanna fuck your tits while you’re all spaced out from your orgasm. you know i love you like this.” 

you hum a sound thats close enough to agreement that rafe flips you so you’re underneath him, laying on your back on the couch as he stands.

“you’re so gorgeous like this.” rafe says as he undoes his belt buckle, then pushing his pants and underwear down, his hard cock popping up.

“wanna taste.” you whine, eyes still droopy.

“nope.” rafe shakes his head. “we made a deal. i know you like to taste me, but im fucking your tits. take your top off.”

rafe pulls at the strings of your bikini, flinging it away to reveal your pink nipples to the sunlight.

“fine, but will you at least cum a little in my mouth?” you pout as rafe kneels on either side of you, glad that the outdoor couch is big enough for all of these activities.

“sure, baby.” rafe chuckles, just another way of showing how desperate you are for him.

rafes hands land on your tits, palms rubbing on your nipples, feeling them harden against his palms, not unlike when he was flexing his muscles for you earlier.

rafes hands move to the sides of your breasts, pushing them together. “god, you look so fuckable right now.”

“yeah? gonna fuck me later then? maybe out on the boat hm? after you’re done with my tits?”

“the boat, the bed, the counter, the shower, im gonna have you everywhere.” rafe bends down to press a kiss to the tip of your nose.

you smile up at him, a lazy, tired smile. rafe angles his hips down, the head of his cock pushing against the underside of your tits before slipping in between them.

“oh!” your eyebrows raise, surprised at the unusual feeling, but certainly not disliking it as he begins to move back and forth.

“shit.” rafe grunts. “fuck.”

you swat rafes hands away, pressing your tits together for him. rafe leans forward, hands landing on either side of your neck, his face contorted in pleasure directly over yours.

you look down, eyes watching the head of rafes cock appearing and disappearing between your breasts.

“this is- this is fucking good.” rafe grunts, moving faster. “im- im not gonna last very long.”

you stick your tongue out, rafes cock just long enough to hit it with the tip of his cock as he thrusts. you relish the taste, pulling your tongue back into your mouth every couple thrusts to spread the taste.

“thats it, baby.” rafe moans, one hand moving to your mouth, two fingers pulling at the side of your lip, spreading your mouth wider.

you moan out, tongue open and ready for his cum. rafe fucks forward as fast as he can, just like he does your pussy when you spread your legs wide for him.

“cumming.” rafe manages to say as he surges forward, burying his cock in your mouth as his hand wraps around his length, stroking up and down as he reaches his high, cum spurting into your mouth as you happily swallow.

rafe moans slowly die out and become quieter until hes pulling out of your mouth. “get up my legs are about to give out.” he says quickly, and you barely slide off the couch before he collapses.

you giggle and climb on top of him, pressing kisses to his cheek as his chest heaves up and down.

“im guessing you liked that.” you rub your thumb over his bottom lip.

“yeah.” rafe smiles, his eyes sliding shut.

“so, boat ride now?”

“jesus, woman give me a second.” rafe laughs, pulling you into a gentle kiss.

[specshroom]

Demon / imp friend who keeps pretending they can't control their tail⤵

Pretending to be bashful when it winds its way around your thigh or wraps around your waist.

"Oh! Sorry haha, this damn thing. Like it has a mind of it's own 😅"

You let it slide because you like them, until one day you see them not so discreetly catch a pencil with their tail and manoeuvre it expertly back into the pen holder on the desk it fell from.

You pretend not to notice, your sneaky suspicion now confirmed.

So the next time they're sitting next to you and their slinky tail starts winding around the fat of your thigh, you're so ready for it.

"You're doing it again."

They turn away from what they were pretending to focus on, act all bashful and start apologising,

"Oh shit, I'm sorry."

Before your demonic friend can retreat, you cross your legs, effectively trapping their coiled tail between your warm thighs.

"It's alright, I don't mind."

You say dismissively, as you lightly stroke the arrow shaped point at the end of the tail with your thumbs.

You feel them shiver and look up to see them practically panting, staring down at you with heart shaped eyes and hot cheeks.

⛧𖤍⛧

[vampyhvnt]

Olderhusband!nanami listening to you complain and whine about your cramps. Minutes later, he's back from the grocery store, all prepared— pads, tampons, painkillers, even snacks you're craving. (God I love this man).

Olderhusband!nanami who couldn't give a fuck about what people think about your age gap. He's proud, infact— for having such a young and beautiful wife on his arm (he's always wondering how he landed you). He wouldn't have it any other way.

Olderhusband!nanami loves to spoil you every chance he gets, your birthday, your anniversary christmas etc. It doesn't have to be a certain holiday, you can be talking to him about something you liked at the mall and next thing you know he's gifting it to you!

Olderhusband!nanami loves to send you the most dad pics ever. He'll also add a cheesy text at the end, 'The view is so pretty today. Reminds me of you, my love❤'. He's just so cute isn't he?

Olderhusband!nanami who knows EVERYTHING there is to know about you, your favorite color, favorite food, drink, ring size etc. Probably has a list of things about you in it just incase he forgets (he won't).

This is the most tooth rotting thing I've ever wrote. I'll definitely make a part two🙈.

Part twooo finally.

[shotmrmiller]

god going on a date with johnny whom you matched on tinder and he's the type of guy you avoid like the plague; jaw-dropping good looks, cheeky ㅤㅤsmiles, hits the gym more in a week than you've done all year and worst of all, could charm the pants off a snake.

so it's truly no wonder that you end up letting him bury his face between your thighs and lap at your glistening sex until your moans almost turn into screams and you haven't even left the bar's driveway, then left to watch johnny wipe the condensation off the windshield with a spare shirt so he can drive you home all the while his chin drips with your slick.

he fucks you against the front door once inside, legs hooked over his arms, then again over your couch, hand curled around your throat, and again, in front of your full length mirror while he tells you how pretty you look taking all of him, to look at how pretty you look, his crystalline eyes latching onto yours through the reflection, pretty as a peach.

then he leaves you with his spend sticking your thighs together, a languid kiss that tastes of you, and with his personal number on a scrap piece of paper.

and that's the last you hear of him. he'd said that he's quite a busy man, military and whatnot, and all in all, while you'd raked your nails down his back on the first date, it had been a date. you require more than good sex to get into a committed relationship.

a swipe of your thumb brings up tinder again, and you match with another bloke not your type. big, broad man, biceps the size of your thighs with a deadpan stare that sees right through false bravado. but he's doesn't seem to care in the slightest that he makes you nervous, doesn't care that you stutter out responses to his rather abnormal questions.

simon takes you home and sits eerily silent with his hands dwarfing the steering wheel as you chew on your lip before tentatively inviting him in for a nightcap, and you must be the luckiest person on the planet because he's just as devoted to your pleasure as your last partner.

he brings you peak after peak with his tongue, his fingers, swirls your pearl with the tip of his misaligned nose. then he lets you be on top first, concentration knitting your brows togethee as you try to fit all of him in and pride warms your cheeks when you can hear his teeth audibly grind as his fingers bite into the soft of your waist once you take him to the root, thighs flush against his hips.

you come undone more times than you can count, the neighbors more than likely knowing his name by the time he walks out the front door (after checking the locks on your windows) and that's that.

until it isn't because a text from johnny awakens your phone screen, an invite to a restaurant downtown next saturday, one you've only ever fancied of eating at and well-

a date is a date, isn't it?

you tell him to pick you up at seven and he tells you to wear something you wouldn't mind letting him keep underneath, preferably something in red. (must've seen that particular number while you looked for some sleeping shorts before he left that night.)

hopefully you won't feel too bad breaking things off with whoever doesn't ask you to be theirs first.

(simon and johnny fuck each other to the thought of you back at base, simon's fist viciously tight around johnny's cock as he's got him drooling into the flattened pillow, almost like she's fucking you too, eh, johnny?)

[yeyinde]

also. Johnny is an accidental cockwarmer. he whines and goads you into letting him fuck you before bed every night because he cannae kip wi'oot fuckin' yer cunt. but it's always a bad decision because after rutting into like an animal, panting and groaning into your ear from being oversensitive and chafed (he'd fucked you three times already), when he does cum, he passes out. instantly. won't budge. won't wake.

and in the morning, when he does stir, well. why waste the opportunity, right? he's already buried inside of you, anyway.

Soap can't handle anything other than accidental cockwarming. he tries to have you keep him in your mouth while he watches a game, but ends up face-fucking you after a minute.

Gaz is a daddydom (without the daddy kink) and no one can convince me otherwise. but it's just about the caretaking. the affection. cradling you in his lap as he leans against the headboard, flipping through reruns of Golden Girls and spoon feeding you desert despite you protest because you're so full already, Gaz, you can't—

but of course you can. because Gaz wouldn't give you more than you can handle, right? he knows what's best for you. so sit pretty on his cock and be good for him, yeah?

(he might also be a lil bit of a mean!dom, too, but it's buried under so many layers of affection that you can barely notice it.)

Gaz, like Price, will keep himself inside of you any chance he gets.

and Simon is just mean. likes fucking you until you're oversensitive and raw and then stays tucked inside of you, tucking a smirk into your nape when you whine and squirm and beg him to just pull out already, it's too much.

he won't, of course. because he likes it when you cry yourself to sleep in a frazzled mess of overstimulation and sensitivity, still wrapped up nice and soft around his cock. likes fucking you through the night, too, while you whimper in your sleep, his come spilling out all over the sheets.

(fucking Simon is a razor's edge of pleasure and pain, and you better get used to the ache, the sting, because he's a big boy with an even bigger appetite and who wouldn't like having their little bird roosting on their lap?)

Simon is shoving you to your knees to keep him warm when the mood strikes him, which is usually whenever is most inconvenient to you.

[sleepyficss]

two headcanons.

two x reader, romantic

authors note:

sorry i haven't posted anything!! i've been duper busy, i am writing up those requests tho!!

- they struggle a lot with learning how to love tbh.

- if anything, they probably haven't even felt love for someone before, much less had a reason to show it.

- two is very emotional though, so they feel VERY strong feelings for you once they're developed.

- they love just being able to FEEL you (in a nonsexual way, i swear).

- seeing as two spent probably their entire life in the equation playground, i doubt they experienced much physical touch (especially considering they aren't OVERLY liked over there...)

- plus, if you aren't an algebralien yourself, you probably have a very different texture from them. if you let them, they would feel every inch of your body in a completely nonsexual, just soft and curious, way.

- someone asks to talk to you privately, you start walking over to them but stop in your tracks, "uhh... two?"

"yes?" blinks without a thought behind those eyes.

"can you... let go of my hand?... x wanted to talk to me."

"o-oh!! i'm sorry, let me just–"

- and, man, the first time they kiss you? IMMEDIATELY ADDICTED.

- kiss them once as a "have a good day!" as they go to host their show? ...what have you done.

- they're late to their own contest because they got caught up smothering you in hugs and kisses. you had to physically peel them off you and remind them that they actually had a show to host.

- cuddles are so common between you two, and in literally every position ever.

- in bed? their body is pushed flush against yours with every possible limb tangled (you wake up in a completely different position, but still somehow touching).

- on the couch? they have an arm around your waist, lightly rubbing your side just because they love the feeling of your skin (don't tell fourteen D;), and pushing their face into the warmth of your body.

- and dates!! honestly, not much thought is put behind them unless you're the one planning a fancy date...

- two prefers just to stay home and bake cakes together....

- or rather, they bake the cake, while you sit on the counter as the moral support and cake tester (and for kisses!!)

- or or!! dates at two's amusement park? since they know everything there, they know where to go first, where will get you both a concussion, where there's a stage with nothing ever happening on it...

- they do enjoy a few fancy dates though, like if you take them out to a fancy restaurant? they'll probably just order a fancy cake straight up instead of any actual dinner, but whatever...

- if you ever meet any of the other algebraliens, given that it'd most likely be four and x, they'd be SO NERVOUS.

- chances are, they'll either 1. embarrass two, or 2. hurt you.

- if it's JUST x, two will happily introduce you both!! x is the sweetest thing, there's little chance that you won't get along. now all three of you can hang out!!

- if its four, however...

- four is OUT for blood, will literally non-casually mention every embarrassing/mean thing that two has done.

- you're a little upset to be told that two 'stole' four's contestants. but two is quick to cover up saying that they weren't happy with four. you're conflicted, but that doesn't matter, because now there's two powerful numbers going at each other's throats.

- i can definitely see four warming up to you, in a clingy insect – almost little brotherly way. or maybe you strongly dislike each other and butt heads. dunno

- now, about the show...

- if you're a contestant, you will definitely be getting special treatment – even if two doesn't realise it.

- all the other contestants, watching as two basically gives you immunity every round while they all struggle to fight for the win: ...

- two would actually end the entire show before letting you get hurt.

- about to fall down a conveniently massive hole? two jumps in to pick you up with their magic before you get very far.

- or, about to fall for someone's 'prank' that will definitely end up with you needing to be recovered? they're warning you, but immediately bats a blind eye to the next victim.

- if you ever do somehow get killed? and need to be recovered, two feels SO BAD that they couldn't have saved you. will literally cry with you in their arms, hugging the life out of you apologising.

- the five other contestants that also just got recovered: bro.... ... .

- even before you two have confessed to each other, the moment they realise that they LIKE you, they make it so obvious omfg.

- the first person to confess is just a matter of whether you're confident enough to do it first, because you WILL know that two has a crush on you.

- all the other contestants do too. two constantly blabs their mouth off to gaty about you.

- everyone pushes one of you to confess in hopes two will stop being annoying about it. but they somehow get WORSE about you afterwards.

- come up with an idea to help your team with the contest? two's kicking their legs like hehe!! look at them go!! they're so smart :)

- two tries so hard to keep you from getting eliminated – they don't want to see you sad about losing, but they would also be so sad to not have you competing anymore!! they love watching your actions and thought processes, as a host, its one of the few ways they can get away without it being creepy.

- if you do get voted out though, they're totally pulling the "ha ha i needed a co-host anyways!!" (i see you, iii mephone.......)

- except they don't really expect you to do anything as a co-host, except maybe eat cake and gossip with them during challenges.

- bUUUuut.. .

- if you aren't a contestant, at the end of each day, two immediately goes looking for you (assuming you're either at home, or out doing something else, not physically there for the contest).

- after the first day of tpot, they come home all beat up and upset because it all ended so badly :(

- once they've told you what happened, you're like "lowkey deserved.... but come here you big baby :("

- you do feel a little bloodlust for these contestants you've presumably not met before, but two reassures you that they're all mostly nice!... just not today.

- in turn, maybe give them some tips on hosting?? not that you've necessarily got any experience, or maybe you do? they'd appreciate it!!

- when the next time goes much better, you're definitely treating them to cuddles and cake at the end of the day :3

- you almost feel like a proud mother when you hear from them that they're on really friendly terms with a few of their contestants ;;

- if you decide to join them for a day, to meet the contestants and see them all in action for once?

- two is honestly SO nervous about it, wanting everything to go perfectly despite nothing ever going to plan EVER since the show started.

- you both turn up, two is sweating nervously as hell, and everyone's like who is THAT.

- the minute people ask about you, two is distracted and goes on a rant about you and how lovely and amazing and cool you are.

- they love you too much, they forget that they're meant to host a show until someone's like "uh. two? we get it, you love them. can we get on with today's challenge?"

- you spend the rest of the day sitting around, talking to contestants, and trying to get two to chill out while they're on freakout mode.

- obviously, it all goes out of whack, people need to get revived, the cake has rocky's puke on it, you probably have rocky's puke on you...

- jk that would never happen, two would get themselves killed before letting you get hurt (that shits like acidic)

- but as you both get home at the end of the day, they're like "i'm sorry that went so badly.... you're probably disappointed..."

- give that algebralien a smoochin!!!!!!

- let them know that it was perfect to you, and that you loved meeting all their contestants :)

- they might offer to invite you again in the future, if they know the challenge will be mostly mild.

- either way, their favourite part of the day will always be coming home to you for cuddles and to talk about the events of that day.

- or crying about pencil being mean to them.

[interneteclipse]

cait x VB

inspired by this pic of me in the summer !

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

ring pop proposal ♡

fem reader, pure fluff, childhood friends to lovers lemme alone do not perceive me yk the drill by now, lil self indulgent fic cus i love childhood friends to lovers and puppy crushes, polar opposite’s trope, this reeks of my oc x canon katsu ship sooooo shh shh do not perceive.

the first person who realizes katsuki has a crush on you is his mom because when she comes to pick him up one day from kindergarten he suddenly mentions you. it’s an innocent little interaction he had with you that mitsuki doesn’t think much about at first, simply surprised her son managed to befriend someone outside of his little group of friends until he starts mentioning you more and more.

soon you’re the only thing he talks about and katsuki even starts begging her to have you come over to play. mitsuki is extremely curious to know what kind of person you are to have been able to enchant her son the way you have, she says it’s fine as long as your parents agree.

you’re a sweet little thing, almost the complete opposite of her little devil’s spawn. you’re polite and a little shy when you ask “ is it okay if i come to play at katsu’s house, please miss katsuki’s mom ?” and how could she say no to you ? she pulls at your cheek lovingly and her son almost snarls at her.

“no touchin’ !” he snarks, pulling you against him like you were his teddy bear.

mitsuki was the first to realize her son had a crush on you when you were always around. when he found something cool during a class trip you were there and whenever he was upset it was always because you had argued about something irrelevant that seemed so much bigger in the eyes of a child.

she realized because katsuki had, and in some ways, will always be rowdy. he’s rough and temperamental and moody—basically, he can be quite the brat. (she wonders where he gets that from a lot) but he’s different with you.

he’ll always be a little rough around the edges but it’s the thought that counts. he drags you around a little too hard but it's to show you something he knows you'd like and you repay him by being patient with him and letting him drag you around to his hearts content. he let’s you use the crayons he’d just denied another classmate seconds ago and when it’s really early in the morning and you’re still sleepy unlike your more energetic friend, he waits for you. sitting with you in the reading corner quietly commenting on a little bit of everything in the book you’re sharing until you’re awake enough to start the day because katsuki wanted you to be together through anything no matter what, starting the day without you was simply unimaginable.

you offer him your kindness and he repays you with his loyalty. acting like your guard dog, protecting you from everything and everyone he considers a threat to you. he goes a bit overboard but it’s the thought that counts and he’s definitely got the right intentions.

“ i’m g’nna marry yn when i grow up !” katsuki proclaims from the backseat of the car after mitsuki had come to pick him up. she looks at him through the rear view mirror only to see he’s not even looking at her, looking out the window somewhat longingly, watching as his school fades away from his sight, further and further and further away from you. she smiles to herself.

“yeah ?” she asks “yeah !” he responds proudly, crossing his arms “ i asked yn if she wanted to be my wife an’ she said yeah, so we’re gettin’ married !”

“huh. how’d you propose ? you don’t have a ring.” she jests.

katsuki responds immediately and exclaims he does have one, shuffling around to reach for something in his pocket. he pulls out a plastic ring pop holder, the candy on top is missing and mitsuki can imagine what happened to it.

“gave her one of these !”

“so that’s why you had me buy those from the store last time,” she hums. “ you ate it, though.”

katsuki tries to roll his eyes but just ends up looking up and to the side, mitsuki recognizes it as him trying to mimic what she does a lot and she snorts.

“well duh, we both did ! ‘f i kept it in my pocket it woulda gotten gross !” he defends. mitsuki simply responds with a hum, smile on her face growing larger as she hears her son happily chatting about the rest of his day with you.

she knows her katsuki is hard to handle. extremely so. but when she sees the way you both interact she can tell something is there. you don’t ‘handle’ him. you like being around him. you like playing and talking with him, she sees how happy you make him whenever you come over for playdates. he holds your hand when you get scared and you hug him tight and beam when you see him again after he’s gotten over a nasty cold.

she can tell you make her son happy and he does the same for you in the way children do with pinky promises and shy cheek kisses, kisses over tiny wounds and refusing to be separated whenever the rowdier one of you both gets his recess time taken away for being naughty.

mitsuki hopes this crush, this love you have for her son can grow along with you. she hopes you’ll stick around as katsuki grows up more and potentially more rowdy and rougher around the edges but even more enamored with you. and with the way her son is squirming around in his seat and tugging at his seatbelt, giddy about you accepting his ring pop proposal, she has a funny feeling you’ll be sticking around for a long time.

[sevikastrapjuice]

☆ gf!sevika ‹ who snores loudly. at first, it was hard for you to adjust to this habit of hers but now, you can't go without it! it's like a white noise that allows you to sleep like a baby ›

☆ gf!sevika ‹ who fell deeply in love when she first saw you, back when you were working at the brothel ›

☆ gf!sevika ‹ who, despite her confidence and somewhat snarky attitude, became extremely flustered when you finally admitted you loved her. i swear, the whole world did stop at that moment for her! ›

☆ gf!sevika ‹ who wakes you up with her thigh between your legs, teasing you so seductively that you can't contain your sweet little moans! "c'mon darling, it's time to wake up! I want your moans to be the first thing i hear from you!" ›

☆ gf!sevika ‹ who became the talk of the town after everyone knew how much younger than sevika you were. not that she minds tho, she loves being the expert when it comes to showing you the most pleasurable things in life. ›

☆ gf!sevika ‹ that always expects you to have a lighter in hand, just in case she wants to smoke. she just needs to squeeze your upper thigh and you know it's time to take the lighter out! ›

☆ gf!sevika ‹ who has a biting kink! oh believe me, this woman loves to look at herself in the mirror and see your teeth marks on her skin. it turns her on so fucking much! ›

☆ gf!sevika ‹ who always uses her cape to make an entrance, in the bedroom is no different! this woman will showcase her new strap-ons using her cape for theatrical effects! ›

☆ gf!sevika ‹ who goes feral when you call her "handsome" or "good boy". the last time you did, she made sure your voice was gone from how much she made you scream and moan. "you look so handsome on top of me, baby.", that was all it took! ›

[trackinglessons]

abby is beefy and chubby and i will die on this hill if you think otherwise ur wrong

[senascoop]

┊ ENHYPEN NSFW LINKS!! ☁︎

pairing: enhypen hyung line x female reader . warnings: twt p.rn links, a lot of nasty stuff tbh . [note: here you go my engene girlies >.<] [ARCHIVE]

♫︎ REBLOGS + FEEDBACKS ARE ALWAYS APPRECIATED

heeseung couldn't control himself when you intentionally wore his favourite pink panties. and to tease you back, he rubs his cock all over the pretty fabric but never putting it in... even as you grew wetter and wetter.

heeseung spooning you while going at it because you're his princess. telling you to play with your tits while he thrusts into you.

jay couldn't even wait and so, he pushed your panties to the side and fucked your pussy even through your orgasm.

jay was a little too confident talking to the waitress and being all friendly, so you didn't hesitate to tease him in public (was that mean? yes, but you believed he deserved it and he didn't seem to mind either)

jake pulling you onto his lap after a fight. caressing your body from behind as he makes you ride him, facing away from him.

jake loves it. he loves sucking on your boobs, touching you everywhere and then while fulfilling his daily boob requirement he touches himself in between.

sunghoon hates it when people underestimate him, especially his cute gf. so to prove himself—he fingers you, while his other hand is busy tweaking and rubbing your nipple between his fingers. all the while you try your best not to move as per the bet.

sunghoon after having a bad day at work wants nothing more than a handjob from his favourite girl (you're his only girl.)

[stray-cat-with-internet-access]