#up to you and whatever you're comfortable with; though

[orphicsun]

idk im thinking about ellie trying to get her girl off, but shes just too stressed to fall over the edge so ellie has to do her very best to keep her focused enough to get the release she needed :(

warnings: 18+ blurb, oral sex + nipple play + clit stim (r! receiving), lovey sex

"It's just so dumb. I felt like I was the only one doing the peer review shit right. The feedback I got was not even two full sentences. And the worst part? My professor doesn't even care!"

Ellie pauses from in between your legs for probably the tenth time. She isn't annoyed with you, but seeing you so stressed out over a class, feeling the stiffness in your body worries her.

She squeezes the inside of your thigh affectionately. "Which class is this again?"

"Psychology," you grumble pitifully. "It should be my easiest class, but people make it so complicated."

Ellie gives you a soft look of empathy and nods along. "Yeah. You know, we don't have to do this if you're not in the mood."

You shake your head, adjusting to slide further down the bed. She follows further down with you. "It's not that. I just keep thinking about it.."

She slowly crawls up your body, hers encompassing yours now. Two soft kisses on your ear, then a row down your jawline. Her breath is warm, the sensation on your skin almost enough to take your mind off of your stress. "Just focus on me, okay? I'm going to touch you. I want you to tell me how it feels..and nothing else. You understand?"

You nod, and she smiles, unable to keep herself from leaving a comforting kiss on your cheek. "Good girl."

One of her hands traces a line down your body, stopping at your chest. She doesn't firmly roll your nipples between her hands as she would usually do, but instead traces a thumb over. Before you can even think of bringing up another grievance, you feel her soft lips attach to your nipple, applying gentle suction that makes you instinctively arch your back into her mouth and moan.

Ellie's hand squeezes your other boob before heading further down, sliding a finger through your slick. You can feel her lips curving up when you shudder at her touch. With a slick-coated finger, she pulls your clitorial hood back to give your aching clit some direct stimulation. Your mind is empty of whatever was bothering you, even if just for a bit.

"C'mon, pretty girl. Tell me how it feels," Ellie says, her low voice muffled with your tit. She continues to work you, not having much of a problem getting you further as you were already stimulated from her mouth.

"Feels so good, Els. Please don't stop."

She wouldn't dream of stopping, either. Though she only wishes to give you some stress relief, the way you whine and buck up into her touch naturally makes her own pussy clench and leak.

"I can feel you twitching, honey. Just let go for me." Another finger rubs faster at your clit, making you nearly squeal in pleasure. Her teeth eases your nipple into a soft nip, not wanting to snap you out of your state of pleasure. You love it, though. You cup her face and try to pull her mouth even further down against you.

Ellie wants to sigh in relief when she finally feels you tense up from something other than your worries. You grasp the side of her face, fingers lacing thoughtlessly through her hair. Ellie doesn't stop working over your chest and clit until you come down from the intense orgasm she pulled from you.

All she can do now is bury her face between your tits and wrap her arms around your torso, holding you tight. She knows you're most likely exhausted from the orgasm and the lack of sleep you've been getting recently, so she has no plans on returning back to her apartment. She simply holds you tight for tonight.

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[mallory524]

the thunderbolts when you’re sick

tags- fluff, you’re sick, medicine, comfort, implied teammates to lovers, everyone lives together post-thunderbolts

notes- i am sick and this is how I’m coping. i want to make more of these so gimme ideas!

Yelena

Yelena knows you’re sick before you do. She notices that you’re coughing and sneezing throughout the day, you’re burning up every time you touch, and you’re sleeping a lot more than usual. One afternoon, you wake up on the couch to see Yelena sitting next to you with a carton of orange juice and a bunch of medicine. “You’re taking some of this” “Yelena, I’m not-” “DO NOT give me that. I know you’re sick and I think you know it now, too”. You may not be the most cooperative patient in the world, but Yelena does not care. She will keep bugging you to take your medication, rest, and eat healthy until the day when you finally feel better.

Bucky

Bucky knows you. He is not going to listen to a second of the old “I’m fine / I’m not sick / I can still do whatever I always do” routine. Bucky uses those kinds of phrases for everything, so he knows exactly what you’re doing. (Super soldiers can’t get sick, but if he could, that’s just how he would act, too). He makes sure the Thunderbolts leave for missions while you’re still asleep so that you don’t have the chance to try to convince Bucky you’re fine. Everyone goes along with this plan because they all know you’re in no condition to get back out there yet. Every time, without fail, Bucky leaves a little note letting you know where he is, when he thinks they’ll be back, and that he loves you.

Ava

Ava isn’t too perceptive when it comes to this sort of thing. She doesn’t pay attention to the little indicators that you’re coming down with something... at first. The day you’re on a mission and she has to slow down so you can catch up, it’s like she finally sees. The weary look in your eyes, the messy hair, the old clothes, the overall drowsiness, it all adds up. She doesn’t know how she didn’t see it before. After that, Ava doesn’t want you going on any missions for a while, or even leaving the tower for that matter. She doesn’t want you to think it’s because she doesn’t believe in you or something. She’s just worried. She can’t stop imagining you trying to fight someone, and your opponent taking advantage of your weakened state and seriously injuring you. Plus: if you ever say you’re achy or sore, her heart will break, because she remembers what it’s like to be in constant pain.

John

You told John that you weren’t feeling good, and he told you to take some medicine and a nap. The next day, he walks into the living room and sees you curled up in a chair, fast asleep. He gently sets the back of his hand against your forehead, and he can feel that you're burning up. Now he feels awful because you’re clearly a lot worse off than he thought, and he had dismissed you. Careful to not wake you up, he carefully wraps a big, soft blanket around you, and walks out the door to buy some cold and flu medicine. For the rest of the time that you’re sick, he makes you soup, does your laundry, sits next to you on the couch and lets you fall asleep on his shoulder, anything you want. He can’t even pretend to be annoyed. You’ve been there for him time and time again, and he’s going to be there for you now.

Alexei

Alexei is caring to the point of being over the top. He will try to make you whatever food you want to eat. (The key word being "try"... some food is burnt). He will sit on the couch and watch whatever tv show or movie you want to watch. He will carry you to your room because, “I am strong! How can I, in good conscience, make you walk to your room on your own when you are so ill?” You want to remind him that you’re perfectly capable of walking from one room to another, but it’s so nice and you are feeling pretty weak right now so maybe it’s not the worst thing in the world… The rest of the Thunderbolts are starting to get annoyed, though. They think you’re being pampered too much, and that you’ll never even try to get better and rejoin the team. They’re probably just jealous that they still have to walk places.

Bob

Bob’s really worried about you. You tell him that he doesn’t have to fuss over you, that you’ll be fine, and that you’ll just stay in your room until you’re better. His heart breaks because you’re starting to sound like him every time he’s ever gotten sick. You deserve to be fussed over. He makes you tea, he regularly takes your temperature, and he proudly tells you one morning that he folded your laundry for you. Plus, the man is bulletproof and more powerful than all the Avengers combined; I’m gonna go out on a limb here and say he probably doesn’t get sick anymore. It’s so nice that you can just cuddle up and not worry about getting him sick, too.

[secretlovezz]

Your Muse

Eddie Munson x Artist!reader

Summary: Eddie finds out what the little secret you’ve been hiding in your sketchbook is.

Warnings: Just fluff I think

Wordcount: 2,332

Eddie knows that you love to draw.

Since the day he met you, you have always had a pen or pencil in hand, doodling whenever the opportunity presented itself. Worksheets, no matter the class, filled to the brim with messy sketches of whatever came to your mind. Palms covered in hearts and flowers from when you got bored listening to your teachers' lessons. But most of the time you would dig into your backpack to retrieve the mysterious little black book that you spent most of your time drawing in.

It was a thing that you never let anyone look at what filled the pages of your sketchbook, not even Eddie had seen the inside of it, and as your best friend he'd be lying if he said he wasn't curious about what exactly you were hiding. On more than one occasion, though he hates to admit it, he had thought about taking a peek at the, what he presumed were promiscuous, pages of art you spent so much of your precious time working on but the thought alone made him feel an inkling of guilt that he just couldn't get passed.

“What are you drawin’ this time, huh?” Eddie’s question ends in a prolonged yawn; he’s laid back comfortably in your bed trying to take a nap but the scratch of your pencil against rough paper keeps his curiosity piqued enough to overcome his exhaustion from school for the time being. He stretches like a cat along the length of your bed and his feet dangle off the edge, toes wiggling after being still for so long.

You're sitting at your desk hunched over in a way Eddie is sure must be uncomfortable, but he doesn’t say anything because he knows his posture isn't much better. He tries to glance over the top of your shoulder for a chance to see what exactly your drawing but he wasn’t nearly quiet enough because you’re quick to shut the book before his eyes can even break over the hill of your shoulder and all he can do is grunt in annoyance in correspondence to your secrecy. A deep rumble releases from the depth of his chest before he roughly plants his face into your pillow. The smell of your shampoo is enough to make him forget his previous irritation.

Spinning in your chair to face him you smile in amusement, “Why are you so nosey? Wayne didn’t teach you to mind your manners or somethin’?” You're teasing him and he knows it, he lifts his hand just enough to flash you his middle finger and the melody of the giggle you let out in response to his antics makes the beat of his heart accelerate to an alarming rhythm and his stomach flutter with the most vicious of butterflies. He's never been more grateful for a pillow because he’s sure that the heat that’s spreading along the skin of his face is causing his cheeks to redden an embarrassing amount. He can’t believe that just the sound of your laugh has him practically falling to your feet in absolute devotion. He turns his head to glare at you but finds that the glowing smile stretched along your lips, lifting the apple of your cheek which further rounds your face, has his own face softening into a gentle grin that almost matches the brightness of yours. 

Eddie continues to look at you even as you turn away to gently guide your fingers along the worn leather of your sketchbook, there is a look of uncertainty that flashes in your eyes and if Eddie wasn’t paying close attention to you like he always does he wouldn’t have noticed. He makes an effort to change the subject, “We should order in some pizza or something, I’m fuckin’ starving.” 

“Aren’t you always?” Eddie swats your thigh just barley from how you spin your chair to avoid his hand, grumbling words you assume to be comebacks.

You laugh again and despite your previous comment you get up to make the call for your usual pizza with no argument, somewhat of a tradition when Eddie comes over, and dig into the bag Eddie had haphazardly tossed on the foot of your bed when he first got to your place for his wallet; you paid last time so it’s his turn.

The door to your room creaks almost eerily when you open it to step out and creaks again when you close it; he hates that sound. For a while Eddie doesn’t move, just lays comfortable listening to the faint sound of your voice in the kitchen as you order the food. Eddie wishes you had made the call closer so he can hear the sound of your honeyed voice even if it wasn’t aimed at him.

He looks around your room regardless of the fact that he’s been in there more than his own room as of late. His probing eyes find their way to your desk and on your desk, just as you had left it only moments ago, is the little black sketchbook he was always so curious about.

It was wrong, his desire to grab it so he could selfishly get a glimpse of something that was absolutely none of his business. It was a breach of privacy but he had never had such an opportunity, the book was almost always in your line of sight never fully giving someone the chance to open it. He looks at the door, ears straining to see if you were on your way back to the room, but he hears nothing and so, with shaky hands, he stretches his arm across the gap between your bed and the desk and gently grabs the book. The guilt pours in almost immediately and he sighs in frustration. In truth he doesn’t know why he’s so adament on finding out what’s in it, he guesses that maybe he doesn’t like that you feel the need to hide something from him- or maybe he was just greedy, wanting to know everything there was to know about you so that he may keep you closer to his heart more than you were to anyone else's-, he was pretty sure you trusted him he just wasn’t sure why you didn’t with this.

You’ve had no problem letting him have his quick glances at other drawings; the little butterflies you’d draw with precision along the lining of homework, or the randomly drawn eyes in between sections of your notes, why was this so different?

Eddie sighs once more before placing the book back onto your desk, taking care to place just as it was. 

The door opens just as Eddie lays back down and his heart almost bursts out of his chest at how quickly you did it. He still feels that sliver of guilt when you move to giddily plop yourself beside him, letting your fingernails rub at his scalp and rake through the tangles in his unruly hair with a pretty little grin sat perfectly etched into your face. He face plants into the pillow again.

“I almost looked through your sketchbook,” for some reason Eddie’s never felt more full of shame, “I didn’t though.” He says the last part sternly as if to reiterate that you can trust him enough not to try again. 

You stay relatively quiet, hand still making its way through the frizzy waves, fingers curling the hair around themselves in an attempt to create curls. Eddie usually enjoys your random spurts of touchiness, revels in it, because it only happens once in a blue moon- when you’re too comfortable to register the way you’re touching him so intimately, but right now it does very little to quiet his nerves in the way he hoped it might. He wonders if you're mad at him.

The silence is deafening, he’s not sure why he said anything at all, the undeniable need to hold himself accountable when it comes to you is aggravating. Even with the reputation of someone like him it was incredibly hard to lie to you. The time he snuck a bite of your lunch abruptly crosses his mind, he remembers how it took all of ten seconds of your frowning stare for him to give in and stop blaming Henderson.

The thought is thrown out the window when he feels your body cuddle up to him, “It’s you.” you whisper the words so quietly he almost misses it.

His head turns to you, for what seems like the nth time tonight, only to find you already looking at his face close enough he can feel the warmth of your breath against his shuttering lips. You’re so close, maybe too close because he’s sure you can see the way his pupils dilated and the way his nose goes a little red in correspondence. 

Eddie’s brows furrow, “What’s me?”

Your eyes dart to look at everything but his eyes, you look at the crease formed from confusion between his brows and the way it makes his button nose scrunch a little, the smile lines that are prominent even without his usual smug grin, you look at the pink of his lips and the way the skin peels from how often he bites at them, you do see the way his pupils dilate and how his nose gets red, “The drawings in the sketchbook- their all drawing of you.”

At first he just watches you, brown doe like eyes looking for signs of deceit or sarcasm as if he thinks you’re seconds away from laughing in his face and telling him “It was a joke” because he doesn't want it to be. He wants to know if you look at him the way he looks at you. He needs to know if you notice how the corner of his eyes crinkle when he laughs the way he notices the way your eyes shine like gold in the light of the morning sun. Do you take notice of the beauty mark that lays hidden under the shield of his eyelashes the way he takes note of and admires every visible mark and scar that litters your face and body? Do you see Eddie the way he sees you? He hopes you do.

The breath he takes before speaking is uncharacteristically shakey compared to the usual confidence he holds in his chest, “Yeah?” 

Your confirming hum, even with it being laced with uncertainty, has his heart soaring to heights of tenderness he has never felt before. He brings his hand to your face and lets his ringed fingers, calloused and scarred, delicately trace the features he swears were sculpted by some sort of deity before letting it settle against your warming cheek with an adoration that could make even the coldest of hearts leap. His touch is so filled with irrefutable love that it could be mistaken for worship in the purest of forms and God does it make your heart ache with a passion like no other.

The euphoric feeling of exhilaration that fills the both of you and the room has you both giggling like children, pressing your foreheads together at the ridiculousness of the situation, everything not having fully settled in your minds.

This natural feeling of contentment between the two of you is all Eddie ever craves. He hoped almost everyday for moments like this- to be the reason you light up with laughter even in moments of seriousness.

“So… Am I like your muse or something? Cause y’know I’d be totally flattered.” The words are muttered as to not disrupt the intimacy of the moment but the teasing tone of his voice is there and a smirk that has his smile lines deepening, a sight you treasure, inches across his flushed face. When you jokingly begin to roll away from him in response to his mocking his hands press firmly into the dip of your waist to keep you close, he couldn’t even possibly think of being more than a foot away from you right now and he’d never pass up the chance to hold you close.

Eddie rubs his nose against yours, his hair tickles your collarbone, “I think you basically confessed to me by the way, sweetheart.”

You think your best friend is the only person in the world who would still crack jokes during times like this. You cuddle your face closer to his letting your lips brush against his just enough to make his breath hitch, “Oh yeah? Maybe you just have an ego and think I confessed to you. I gotta admit Munson, that's a little presumptuous of you.” Your fingers brush a little of his dark hair out of the way.

His hand moves from your waist to your cheek to the back of your neck to tangle his fingers into the hair by the base, “Well maybe I’m feeling a little egotistical.” The kiss he then places on your lips is nothing short of intoxicating, a gentleness that doesn’t exclude the devastating hunger he feels for you. It’s all consuming and all him. His lips are softer than you imagine and as his tongue slides against the seal of your lips for permission to enter you can taste the faintness of the cigarette he had smoked before getting to your place. His tongue dances with your own sensually instead of dirtily and slowly instead of frenzied like he wanted you to feel every ounce of absolute passion he felt. You pull him impossibly closer, hands clenched tightly into the tattered fabric of his metallica t-shirt, only pulling away when you’ve both run out of breath.

Heavy breathing fills the silence of your bedroom and even with his exasperation Eddie trails his lips across your cheek and along your neck like he never wants to stop. “You should pose for me the next time I draw you.”

“I could pose naked.” He giggles immaturely just at the thought.

“Never mind, you ruined it.”

[sqgeism]

Amphoreus men with reader who has insomnia? Maybe they have perpetual eye bags and can fall asleep literally anywhere but in bed

Hope you're doing well

𐙚 𓏵𓏵𓏵 𐙚 he'd stay and treat his lady | amphoreus men x gender neutral reader

💌     —      ; give everything to his new baby !  sleep is hard, or at least it has been on specifically your bed, as of recently. despite concerns raised by your boyfriend, he finds it a little funny. considering the fact that you've not only managed to fall asleep in the garden of your home, but some chimera's have somehow found you.

love mail — did i put 5 requests together.. yes... 5 birds with ONE STONE 🩷🩷 but they all had similar prompts so i just put 'em all together :3 sorry individual anons that you won't get the notif i answered !! i love u guys, thank you for requesting anonnies f(^ー^; ♡ please forgive my laziness i swear i'll lock in. ACTUALLY had to drink two mountain dews writing this bc i could not force myself to finish this within the day if i didnt

anaxa doesn't know what to do after he finds you asleep on top the coffee table, which is right in front of the very comfy couch you two bought.

he knows you and him are busy, the academy has been working the professors overtime recently and you teach multiple subjects to multiple classes, so it's no wonder you're practically restless. it's just.. he wishes you could sleep in bed again. when you do get the opportunity for shut eye, it'll always be somewhere stupid. his least favorite was on your desk, as being hunched over like that can have long lasting back pains as a consequence (trust him, he knows)

so when one night, expecting to see you on the counters or atop the fridge, anaxa's natural frown deepens at the realization you don't seem to be sleeping in any unconventional place. have you finally relearned the skill to sleep in bed again? nope.. not quite, since the sheets are flat and untouched.

where on amphoreus are you?

that's when his train of thought is interrupted by little chitters outside, *the garden?* animals aren't typically seen around your home, but he supposes that it isn't impossible. but that's also the one place he hasn't checked, and if he's a moment too late to you getting mauled by.. whatever's out there, anaxa doesn't feel like losing another eye in hopes to see a loved one. though something that makes such a cute noise can't be too harmful.

and as always, anaxa is almost never incorrect. because there you are, in all your genius, asleep in the middle of the freshly cut garden with.. chimera's around you?

the little things are slipping into your coat, or rubbing themselves against your sleeping body. they seemed to think you'd give them attention, but they were just helping you fall deeper into sleep. fluffy balls of sweetness acted like a warm blanket, and you stood no chance, even with your issues with sleep.

and here anaxa is, having to deal with your antics for the millionth time. but if it was an issue—he'd be complaining, and even if he does, you know he doesn't mean it. like this very moment; "you're so weird," the scholar grumbles under his breath, yet he's careful as he approaches, careful to not startle you or the chimeras. "—i can't believe i have to deal with you." while he takes off his coat and covers you, all while he slowly carries you into his lap on the grass, settling you down comfortably to lean against him. "and you're just.. the worst."

he says these things while you're now asleep on him, his arms securely around you and keeping you close to support your body. if you were awake, surely you'd be teasing him about how affectionate he's choosing to be at the moment. and it seems the chimera's have gotten comfy too, the colorful critters beginning to yawn as he runs his fingers through your hair.

he wants to think he hates you for distracting him from his greater goal, for softening him up. for making him afraid to lose again.

but he can't, not when you're here and you wear the ring that reminds him of his promise. his promise to love you for however long he has and for far longer past death. his prophecy is neverchanging, but so is his love. and his legacy after death will never be truly told if your name is not mentioned alongside his.

mydei gets it. honestly, he does. sleep doesn't come easy to any of them, but mydei knows you're not exactly a heir. you're mortal, and you need things that he doesn't quite understand but he tries to. when he began catching you still up long past 2am, whether your nose buried in a book or eating leftovers from dinner, it worries him. he tries to soothe you back to sleep, but nothing works. and he has to watch you walk out that door with clearly not enough energy to function.

and it's the same thing tonight, he's laying on the couch with a novel in hand as you walk over to him. the time? 12:48 am. mydei wants to hide his unpleased expression, but he's sure his eyes narrow and his brows furrow slightly, however they're quick to melt into a much more tender expression as you move between his legs to lay on his chest, huffing.

"i'm tired, mydei." your voice is weak, and you feel limp on top of him. it actually causes somewhat discomfort to the warrior for a moment, as the feeling of a body on top of him is not foreign.. unfortunately. "i wish i could sleep. i really.. really do."

your hands ball into fists out of frustration, a trembling breath escaping you. but large, careful hands go over yours. breaking down that fist as he intertwines his fingers between the gap of yours, a perfect fit, as your two hearts are. "i don't know how i can help, but if i can find something, i'll be sure to tell you as soon as possible."

his lips softly kiss your forehead. "but i'm here. every night, and day, just come to me when it's too much." then he kisses each of your eyelids, and to mydei's surprise.. they don't open after he moves away. and you've fallen asleep, after a week of restlessness, you're brought into a dream state from kisses.

the chrysos heir would laugh, but he chooses to let you rest, rubbing soothing circles to your back as he waits for day to come.

phainon.. oh.. phainon... he's been so worried about the whole thing. he's gotten you some sleep medication, which does work, but he wants you to be able to sleep without them again. especially since there are times where you purposefully don't take them, and he has to find out when he comes home at 11pm and you're still up.

although tonight, when you're the one that comes home late, he's quick to catch on to the clear fatigue that's caught up with you. "baby?"

"work was horrible." you grumble, slugging towards him seated at the dining table before making yourself comfortable on the nearest chair (him). "i missed you, and i'm tired."

you feel his laugh echo in his throat, hands on your thighs pull you closer, before they move to your waist and stay there, humming teasingly. "i'm sorry to hear that, honey. you need anything? there's some dinner if you're hungry. i'll heat it up for you." he offers, caressing your form as you shake your head. what a touchy chair.

"i just wanna be able to sleep normally again, phai." you yawn, but you know well enough that your body will still refuse to rest. you forgot to stop by a pharmacy before going home, and you've run out of your sleeping meds. "i know, and you will soon baby. don't make your pretty head hurt any more than it already is, alright?" he dips down to kiss you tenderly with great passion. hey, if you can't sleep, he'll at least try to make the moments you're awake enjoyable. his left hand cups your cheek in order to tilt your head, his own shifting the opposite way to deepen the exchange of love. "you're alright, honey." he murmurs against your lips, pressing one last peck before he smiles. "i know you'll bounce back, you always do."

© sqgeism or wtv (^_^;)

[red5cars]

shepherd's pie - the meeting

soap x f!reader tags: mentions of religion and purity culture (purity rings), lighthearted, soap being an ass an: been thinking of johnny tormenting his poor religious neighbor and this came to be. moreso for fun (a rarity). enjoy!

imagine moving across the world for your faith. maybe that wasn't the entire reason but the little town you picked were filled with people like you.

devout, condescending, catholics.

it was different, but familiar, home away from home. at the very least, you wouldn't feel out of place.

or so you thought.

the apartment was.. quaint, to say the least.

nothing outlandish considering the budget you were working with, but it seemed it was made with the intention of hosting one person and one person only.

though, who were you to complain about one of god's gifts? (or rather, your pastor's connections if you'd like to get specific)

moving to a different country is no easy or cheap feat, packing up your life to start anew in a place where no one knows you.

in truth, you were aching to get away. there was nothing wrong with the town you originated from, all the citizens sweet and southern, but static. unchanging in a world that was known for nothing but change.

it was like a broken record, interacting with the same people day in and day out. a change of scenery was in order the moment you realized you could predict miss julianne's answer to "what did you do this weekend"?

prophetic gifts or not, staying there offered nothing but stale comfort. and you needed, deserved something fresh.

which lead you here; standing in the middle of an unfurnished, off-white, cramped flat. aka, your new home.

well, you need to make it feel like home first.

knock knock.

before you can even start sifting through boxes, a firm knock on the door interrupts you. strange, you're positive the moving company got everything (if they didn't, it's no big deal. you had to downsize a considerable amount for the move), so it could just be someone knocking on the wrong door.

you chalk it up to just that, moving back to the task at hand. grabbing your key, lining it up with the edge of the tape before digging it in and-

knock knock knock.

okay, maybe they have the right door.

the knocks continue, becoming quicker in succession as you make your way to the door. your fingers pinch the lock, taking a deep breath before twisting it and then the doorknob.

"'bout time ye opened up th' door, makin' me wait till fuckin' christ- …mas.."

a man, with the most obscene haircut you've ever saw, stands in front of you. for a moment, it seemed every bone in his body had nothing but hate. that is, till he laid his eyes on you, disappearing and leaving confusion in it's absence.

"..ye're not mitch," he says, looking you up and down, deciding if you're real or not.

in response, you shake your head, offering up a soft smile, "no, i'm not. i'm actually the new tenant, and you?"

he stares at you for a minute longer, darting between your face and the space behind you. it's almost uncomfortable how long it takes for him to process this information but the moment he does, his lips curl upwards, body leaning against the frame.

"new tenant?" he repeats, watching you nod your head in confirmation, "well, didnae ken mitch left his place ta such a bonnie thing," he sucks his teeth in after, eyes roving over your form in a different way. secular, sensual, words that begin with 's'.

strange and discomforting flattery aside, you've only just met the man. may as well give him the benefit of the doubt.

you hope he doesn't notice the slight strain in your smile, "yes i actually just moved in this morning." you give him your name, which he immediately tries on his lips. "bi' foreign," he says, and you can only nod in agreement.

"and you are-" he hardly gives you a chance to ask, reaching out and taking your hand in his. he shakes it enthusiastically, the force of his movement making you follow along. whatever benefit you gave him is long forgotten now, as well is the appropriate amount of time for strangers to make physical contact.

"johnny, but a'body calls me th' most braw jim ye'll ever meet," while not the most clear, his cocky attitude communicates enough. to think one of the first people you meet in this apparently "holy" town seems anything but.

the smile on your face becomes harder to maintain, especially when he has not let go of your hand. desperate to get away, you begin to slip your hand out of his, the other pushing on your door, "well, it was nice meeting you, johnny, but i'm a bit busy so if you'll excuse me," you manage to retract your hand completely from his grasp, only needing to close the door and you'll be rid of him.

unfortunately, it isn't that easy.

it happens in a blur, johnny grabbing your hand again, not to shake, but to examine. his sudden movement takes you by surprise, and you can no longer maintain pleasantries with this brute, "johnny!"

"this a purity ring?" he asks abruptly, turning your hand over in his, steel blue eyes honed in on the metallic band on your left finger.

his question stuns you. this.. caveman, who has done nothing but eye you, squeeze your hand, and just make you uncomfortable is now brushing his thumb over the engravement of Matthew 5:8 on your purity ring, which you didn't even expect him to know what it is!

then again, he has done nothing but subvert your expectations since meeting him five minutes ago.

rather than a simple slip, you go ahead and yank your hand away, cradling it in it's partner, "yes.. why?" it's like soothing a burn, the memory of his skin still hot on yours.

his eyes are still glued to your ring, slowly ascending to meet your gaze. in a way, it's intense, holding all of your attention. then, he eases it by breaking into a simple smile, "well, didnae take ye for a religious hen, bonnie. i myself am a believer," his hand moves to his shirt, fishing out a necklace from beneath the collar. no way, he can't, it-

sure enough, dangling from his gold chain is a dainty cross.

"..oh," it should reassure you, but does anything but.

johnny only nods, tucking it back under his shirt, "aye, nae as devout but i still partake every now an' then," he says, rambling a bit as you attempt to make sense of who the man before you really is.

"..got a purity ring myself," you tune back in when he says it, noting the way his smile has shifted back into a grin. you're tempted to say something in response, but nothing comes to mind, still reeling from the prior discovery.

"y'ken," his voice drops to a whisper, "i hav' it on me" it's like he's sharing a secret, the way he inches closer as he speaks.

your mouth remains shut but your eyes ask where is it? which makes him crack into a full grin.

he gets closer, a hairs breadth keeping you apart. johnny's hand reaches back out for your ringed one, stroking your finger as he tells you:

"well, had ta get it resized to fit 'round my cock."

it's the last straw, pulling yourself back and slamming the door shut on him. as you lean against the door, you can feel your heart pounding in your ears. oh gosh, this man, he's.. he's..

"nice t'meet ye, neighbor!"

he's the devil himself.

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

OKOK HEAR ME OUT HEAR ME OUUUTTT dream bbq ena x fem!buff reader. and the reader tries to maybe fluster ena from time to time, offering help carrying things or even lifting ena up.. giggling nd kicking my feet

I'm all ears <3

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You were strong. There were no doubts about that. For most of your life, you enjoyed doing heavy labor and shattering stereotypes.

But after getting roped up in Ena and Froggy's line of work, the jobs you did grew rather odd, although they were done nevertheless.

If you had to lift something that's heavy even for Froggy? You're on it.

Did you have to carry Ena away from situations that Meanie was escalating? Only a handful of times.

But you still remember how flustered she got whenever that happened.

It used to be awkward having to hold her upper and lower torso, although now you figured out a way so it's comfortable for her...and as much as Meanie wants to hate it she can't find it in herself to.

When you both started dating, now you'd have to sweep her away from someone if she's ready to fight them because they made a comment about you being "unladylike".

You've heard those insults a lot throughout your life, and you grew a tough shell so they didn't bother you as much. But it's still sweet having a partner who defends you tooth and nail...even though you don't wanna see her get hurt.

"Your deescalation tactics are most impressive, dear--but this still counts as PDA on the clock!!! Unhand me before anyone sees-!!"

But she immediately shuts up when you give her a kiss, her eyes bluescreening.

"You still want me to let go?"

"...do that and I'll push you into the ocean." She wraps her arms around you tightly, as if almost daring you to try.

Somedays, you can tell she wants to be carried without her needing to say a word. Like when her discombobulated limbs just....don't feel like working for whatever reason.

During one bad shift, she's literally falling apart and cracking under pressure, but you're there to hold her and put her back together.

In her hangover/humanoid form, she just clings to you, nuzzling her face into your neck while the orange projection of Meanie disappears for some time.

You could feel how weak she is--physically and emotionally--and so you treat her very delicately when she's in this state.

Thankfully, she's easier to hold since she has a more complete body, but you'd rather have your girlfriend back to her normal polygonal-self. So you'll stay and wait as long as it takes, protecting her from everything bad.

[satorucci]

Toji with his daughter? And a huge breeding kink

dad toji <3

♡ cw: incest, stripper reader x dad toji, breeding, possessiveness, manipulation, slight dumbification, slight hunter x prey dynamics/references, not proofread bc it's 1am :(((

currently listening to: your girl - lana del rey

nonnie note: thank you for this ask, nonnie! sorry it's so long! i love toji, so i went overboard :') i hope this satisfies your needs, i know it is a bit more on the ambiguous side for reader, but i wanted to do something a little playful <3 either way, i hope you enjoy mwah

author's note: remember kids, this is fiction! do not treat real-life adult entertainers like this, n' abide by what makes them comfortable!

MDNI

♡ dad toji, who you've never had the best relationship with - well, actually, who you've never had much of a relationship with. after he walked out on your mom, her downward spiral happened rather quickly. your childhood memories were filled with images of a woman in constant mourning, kneeling on the floor, head smashed into the duvet of her bed as she cried. spilled and empty liquor bottles littering your home. you wondered what could have possibly been so good about that man, your father. he'd walked out on her for another woman - one he claimed had changed him. you were so young when it happened, you didn't know what any of it meant. all you knew was that suddenly, you had been left alone with your mother who quickly turned into a drunken mess.

♡ dad toji, who hasd no contact with you after the age of five. sometimes you thought of him - tried to remember the face of the tall, muscular man who'd abandoned you and left you with a sorry excuse for a mother. sometimes your mother would mention that you resembled him, usually during her drunkest moments, when she wanted nothing more than for you to disappear from her sight. and in these moments, you hurriedly made yourself scarce, scrambling to your room or the basement where you would avoid each and every mirror you passed. if you resembled that man in the slightest, you didn't want to know. you found yourself trying to actively forget even the most minor of details about him - his raven hair and that scar on his lip.

♡ dad toji, who has little to no idea about who you are when you become a ward of the state at age 16. social services had tried reaching out to him multiple times, exhaustingly telling him over and over "mr. fushiguro, you do have a daughter. we're trying to find housing for her. wouldn't it be better that she be raised in a home with one of her biological parents?" to which he always responded, "nope, don't got a kid that age. at least, not one i remember. if she's really my kid, then i'm sure she'll make herself a way in life."

♡ dad toji, who, in reality, wanted nothing more than to move you into his house. but he was nowhere near being a fit parent. whatever your mother had done to get you removed from the home was sure to be less traumatic than living in toji's one-bedroom flat which was devoid of life. he had two children, neither of which he'd seen in a decade. contrary to popular belief, it wasn't because he didn't want to see them - it was to keep them away from him. from his lifestyle, his job, his lack of parental devotion. toji, who was scarred, physically and mentally, from years of earning less-than-clean money, didn't want to be hindered by a kid, nor did he want to bear the burden of fucking one of his kids up, though it seemed the girl's mother had done of fine job of that, anyways.

♡ dad toji, who sometimes wonders what you're up to two years after social services kept blowing his fucking phone up. no one ever called him about his son, so he figured he was doing just fine in the adoptive home he'd grown up in. the guy who'd adopted him, though despised by toji, seemed like a decent parental figure. the girl on the other hand, toji wondered about. you would be 18 by now, and he'd received no phone calls about you being in a prison or some shit, so he figured you had made your own way. he didn't remember your exact birthday, but he thought it'd passed some months ago, if the timeline he remembered was to be trusted. "ah, fuck it. why the fuck do i care?"

♡ dad toji, who had no clue that you'd aged out of the system when you turned 18, never finding a family that wanted such a "damaged" teen. by 18, you'd tried all there was to try. alcohol, drugs, sex, money. you'd clawed a path for yourself in this world without the help of your mother or your father, and you'd continue to do so. as soon as you hit 18, you found yourself dressed skimpily, twirling around a pole in a dirty club at a stripping audition. so long as you had a body, you had access to money, and you'd drain the pockets of anyone dry so long as it got you what you needed in life. you didn't have the luxury of affording wants, but maybe this could be a new beginning for you.

♡ dad toji, who doesn't know that his sweet little girl has become one of the most requested dancers at one of the hottest strip clubs in Vegas. the nightlife is dangerous, and you tiptoe a fine line with every customer you grant an audience. the customers you serve range far and wide - most are bald or graying old men, hoping for a secret reprieve from their wives, some are incredibly attractive men, too young to hold the wealth they do - and they throw it at you in droves as you take your top off, revealing perky tits, and gyrating your hips on their laps, "accidentally" grinding your cunt against their hard cocks. "anything for the money" is what you tell yourself.

♡ dad toji, who finds himself on a rare night out in the Vegas strip. for once, he's not here on official business, just hoping for a casual drink and maybe some action from one of those pretty, pretty girls who work at his favorite strip club. he hasn't been in two years and he's oh-so-curious to see what new stock they have. when he enters the club, it's packed from wall-to-wall with (mostly) men, eyes glued on the stage in front of them. even those in the very back are doing all they can to get a close-up of the beauty on the stage. from where toji is in the crowd, he can already tell she's not one of the usuals from a couple years ago, oh no, this one is new, and she's lively. she looks like fun. twirling around the pole, skimpy pink and white lace on display as her tits are nearly popping out of her tiny top. everytime she squats, the crowd gets a view of the tightness of her cunt against pink lace. toji can almost make out her clit in the getup, and he can think of no one else he'd rather drag back to his flat and fuck the sense out of. he imagines this one looks really good when she's fucked dumb.

♡ dad toji, who doesn't realize his daughter is the one gyrating on the stage when he walks in. toji, who doesn't realize that when he walks up to the owner of the club and requests "the new one in pink", that he's referring to his own daughter. toji, who, for the first time in a long time is thrumming with excitement as he waits in the private room for his woman of the night to come in and grind against his already-hard cock. when you walk in, he can't help but tilt his head back and smirk. yeah, you're just as pretty up close as you were from the back of the club.

♡ dad toji, who stops you before you get right to business. "woah, woah, pretty girl. slow down a bit. i like to get to know someone first. i'm a bit of an old man, so i can't keep up with a quick pace right off the bat." you let out a customary giggle, but he's attuned to notice the bit of annoyance that flashes behind your eyes. oh, you'll be fun. this time, when you start, you start slowly, circling the table in the center of the private room with intentionality, locking eyes with the man splayed across the curved loveseat. his stare causes a bit of intimidation to bloom in your gut. he's so intense, watching your every movement, examining you as if you were something of value and he was determining exactly what that value was - almost as if you were something to hunt. you'd seen those eyes only a few times before in the club, but these kinds of men weren't the type to request private dances, they were the type to hide behind the dumpsters outside of the dressing rooms, waiting to ambush dancers and ask them for their number or something more. this one - this one was bold. and undeniably attractive.

♡ dad toji, who notices the slight flush of your face as you struggle to maintain eye contact with him. he can't help the grin that spreads across his face as he readjust on the loveseat, making his hard-on more noticeable. for your entertainment, of course. you move in slow circles, using the table as a prop that you dance around, eventually stepping up on it, and dancing on it. there's a small pole that protrudes from the table, and you use it to do small spins and swings, nothing too elaborate, as they're not as sturdy as the ones on the stages. his eyes never leave you, they never wander listlessly from one part of your body to the next, they always wander with purpose. surveying each and every part of you. the sparkle in his dark eyes isn't lost on you every time you lift your leg in the air, giving him a peek of your cunt straining against the fabric of your panties. you hope he can't see the wetness.

♡ dad toji, who is thrilled when you finally step down from the table and the real show begins. your hands lightly creep up his thighs, touch as light as a feather, before you turn your back to him, giving him a first-class view of your hips and ass as you grind into him. you're delicate, unlike how you were on the stage. there, you were electric, but in this small room, one-on-one with a dangerously attractive man twice your age, you move with caution. toji wants more. he wants what he saw on the stage. as you grind into his lap carefully, cutely, his hands come up to roughly grip your thighs. you let out a gasp and quickly turn around. "there's a not touch policy-" toji cuts you off with a firm squeeze, and his thumbs rubs gentle circles into the fat of your thighs as you look down at him. his eyes meet yours, dark and sinister, but gazing up at you as if pleading with you. "you can't tell me you don't like it, darlin'. tell me you don't and i won't touch you again, but i promise i can make this worth your time, too." his hands travel up your thighs, finding their place on your lovehandles, kneading them lovingly. "n' i'm a really good tipper." you gulp down a protest and simply nod your head.

♡ dad toji, who, as you face him, and lower yourself onto his clothed cock, finds his hands roaming across your body. you're oh so delicate. so easy to maneuver, to sway. he wonders what in your life has led to you being so malleable. maybe a shitty boyfriend or an absent father. he chuckles to himself at the irony. what if his own daughter is out doing this shit because she had no daddy growing up? oh well, not his problem. not at this very moment. toji's hands guide your hips as you grind down on him, forcing a harder grind, more pressure on his aching cock. he can feel the outline of your cunt's lips against him and he wants so much more from you. his hand reaches for the flimsy string in the back that holds your top together, pulling it and watching as your tits come into view right in front of him. the music in the background is causing the room to vibrate slightly, the dim lighting in the room adding to the ambiance of sinister pleasure that's about to take place.

♡ dad toji, who forgets that he's in a professional establishment as he takes one of your perky nipples into his mouth and you gasp, a small hand finding its way into his hair and gripping harshly. "ah! t-too much-" he releases your nipple with a "pop!" and stares up at you. "wan' me to stop? i was just about to show you what a good patron i can be", and again, you give in. you let him do as you please, because you can't deny the throbbing in your own cunt. you don't know what all he's about to do to you, but you know that you've only ever slept with one customer, telling yourself you wouldn't make it a habit, but you think you might be about to break that rule.

♡ dad toji, who sucks on your nipples harshly while you grind against him. the dance has ceased and left only desperation in its wake. you're desperate to get off, and you can feel his hard cock beneath you. his hands guide your hips back and forth, back and forth, at a fast pace, your clit catching on his cock with each swipe and you feel as though you can barely catch your breath. toji, who reaches a hand up into your hair, tugging it harshly causing you to let out a breathy whine, and buck his hips up into your cunt repeatedly. his mouth only leaves your tits to leave small kisses along your chest, your neck, you jaw. you want more. you have to have more, but it can't be here. before you can pop the question, toji is, once again, staring at you with those onyx eyes. "wanna get outta here? my place is only a few minutes away." you know it isn't smart to say yes, but you want the raven-haired man in your lap to fuck you into another plane. so you nod.

♡ dad toji, who handles you with no mercy the moment the two of you cross the threshold of his door. his hands are all over you, your face, your neck, your back, pressing your body firmly against his own. he quickly discards the jacket around your shoulders - you'd been so turned on when leaving the club early that you didn't even change. you simply threw on a jacket that would cover your skimpy clothes as you left, struggling to keep up with toji in your high heels. your back hits the wall harshly as he's forcing his tongue into your mouth. you lean into the messy kiss, nipples hardening from the kiss and the cold air of his flat. he hikes your leg up, pressing his cock against your cunt, grinding lewdly. "so wet, you're soaking my clothes, too, darlin'" he whispers into your ear. you try to shy away from him, as if the comment had embarrassed you, but toji uses his free hand to grasp your cheeks, making you face him. "keep your eyes on me". his voice is a low, dangerous growl, and you comply.

♡ dad toji, who nearly drags you to his bedroom. you take note of how empty his living space is. there are no pictures, no decorations. it looks as if someone has just moved in, but you don't have time to make any deductions about this before you're being thrown on the bed. toji is on top of you in seconds, handing tracing up your arms, spreading them flat against the bed, and locking hands with you as he continues to kiss you into oblivion. you unconsciously rub your legs together, begging for some sort of relief, and toji laughs breathlessly when he notices. "my pretty girl wants more, hm?" and you nod. "use your words, then. tell me what you want." you look at him in disbelief. you'd been with dominant men before, but they didn't play with their food before devouring it. "tell me, or you'll get nothin'", and you can tell he's dead serious. you muster up your courage to tell him, "i want you..." he cocks his head and grins before leaning close to your ear. "want me to what? finger you? eat you? fuck you? what'd ya want from me? wanna hear you tell me." all of the above. you want him to do all of the above, but you don't think that's the response he wants. "i want you to use me". and that's all it takes for toji's self-control to snap.

♡ dad toji, who's making you hold your knees up as he lap at your soaking cunt, pink panties long gone. his tongue dips in and out of you at a rapid pace as the sound of squelching and your whines fill the room. the whines turn into loan, exasperated moans when two thick fingers find their place knuckle-deep inside of you as his mouth never leaves your clit. you don't know how long you can keep holding up your legs as they're already beginning to shake. toji cocks his head, angling his fingers even deeper and brushing against that sweet, sweet spot inside of you as he continues to lick your clit. pressing a flat tongue against it, using the tip of his tongue to tease you, sucking your clit into his mouth, as his fingers absolutely abuse your insides. you've never met a man like this. when he brings you to your first orgasm, it's so intense, you're not sure you'll be able to continue, but before you can even catch your breath, toji is rising from the spot on the bed where he was kneeling, wiping mouth and licking his fingers, before reaching for the waistband of his pants.

♡ dad toji, whose cock is the biggest you've ever seen. veins protrude, full of blood and arousal as his cock twitches in his hand. "what? ya scared?" you take a deep breath and shake your head, trying to convey some sort of confidence in your response. toji just laughs. "well, then, if you're not scared, then you're gonna be a good girl and take daddy's cock like a champ, right?" daddy? yes. yes, you'll be a good girl for daddy, so long as it's toji. "yes, daddy. i'll be so good". and toji thinks he might be enamoured by you. his hands find purchase on either side of your head, caging you in with no escape. he's so big, looming over you as he leans down to kiss your forehead. it's the kindest thing he's done all night, the only gentleness he's shown you.

♡ dad toji, who guides his cock inside you with little mercy. you find yourself holding your breath as the stretch burns your insides. "breathe" he commands, and you do, in small spurts. his hands find your knees, spreading them further apart for easier entrance. toji grunts. "damn darlin', you're tight. thought i'd worked you open." you try your best to focus on breathing as his cock splits you wide open, and by the time he bottoms out, you're sweating. your hands find his arms, holding onto them for some sort of support as you catch a big breath. he begins to pull out, and then slams his cock back in. in an instant the breath you'd collected is gone. toji begins at a breakneck pace, his cock bullying your cervix with each thrust. you can't help the near-screams that fall from your lips, and toji devours each one, grinning down at you as your grip on his arms get ever-tighter. your cunt grips him like a vice as his pumps in and out of you, over and over, listening to your coos and cries with so much pleasure.

♡ dad toji, who frees one of his arms from your grasp, to find your clit. he rubs small circles around it as he continues thrusting into you like he'll never get the chance to fuck a cunt like this again. your cries turn slowly turn into mindless whines, "please, please, keep going, keep going!" and toji obliges. he leans down, biting down on your neck, imagining what you'd look like pregnant and full with another one of his kids. if it were you, he thinks he just might stick around. you're so perfect. "good, huh, pretty baby? wan' me to keep fuckin' you good?" you nod furiously, nails digging into his arm. he leans down, biting down on your ear and you let out a cry. "wanna stay with me, have my kids?" for a moment, you're caught off guard, but the rhythm of his cock and the way he's stimulating your clit proves to be too much for you to think straight. "yes!" you scream. "yes, give me your kids, please! fill me up, make me yours!", and again, toji obliges you.

♡ dad toji, who was wrung three orgasms from you before he has his first. "wan' me to cum inside you, darlin'? wanna be daddy's girl forever? wanna be a mommy? raise all my kids, hm?" you nod over and over, begging him, "please make me a mommy!" toji's pace quickens as he begins to near his high. he can imagine you now, stuck in his house, round and pregnant with his kids, the whole world knowing that you're his and his alone. the thought alone is enough to make him cum, but the way your cunt is gripping him like a prayer has him going over the edge. "okay, baby, i hear you loud and clear. don't let a single drop go to waste." and you respond with a series of "yes daddy's" as toji cums harshly, fucking his seed even deeper into you. he keeps his cock in you, as your cunt pulses and spasms around him, cumming again. his pretty little stripper. hopefully, his pretty little wife, one day. who says you can't turn a whore into a housewife? toji's sure he can. if it's you, he can. toji, who slowly drags his cock out of you, only to replace it with his fingers. pushing his cum deeper yet into you, and placing a kiss on your lips.

♡ dad toji, who, surprisingly takes good care of you after fucking your brains out. he brings you water, snacks, a towel, but he doesn't let you wipe the cum from yourself, not yet. "we're guaranteed a baby if you keep it in a little longer", and you roll your eyes as he chuckles. "didn't know they had girls like you at that club." he says. you mumble back to him, "didn't know they had patrons like you, either. speaking of, where's my tip?" toji stares blankly at you before laughing. "was the tip you got not good enough, darlin'?" oh, it definitely was, but you still want your money. as he laughs, you notice a scar on his lips. one you haven't noticed all night long. it reminds you shockingly of your father. the one who walked out on you, the one you haven't seen in over a decade. "grab my wallet. it's on the nightstand beside you. just take what you want." you lift your eyebrows in surprise at him, and he shrugs. "you earned it." you don't argue with him, taking the wallet and opening it up.

♡ dad toji, who stares at you confused as you look at the wallet in horror and disbelief. "the hells wrong with you-" he begins, but before he can finish, he's cut off by you holding up the wallet, showing him the sole picture he'd ever had of his daughter. the one he kept with him always, the sole reminder that she was real and somewhere out there. "why do you have a picture of me?"

[charlie-shmarlie]

Cuddling with him: Loki Laufeyson headcanons

Quiet time with the god of mischief ♡

Warnings: fluffy, clingy Loki,

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It may not seem like it, but Loki is actually a big fan of cuddling. He won't tell you, so you'll just have to figure it out yourself, but when you do, he'll be elated.

He will NEVER admit it, but he secretly enjoys being the little spoon from time to time. He'll put up a big fuss about it, but deep down, he really loves the feeling of just being held and feeling protected for once.

He likes being the big spoon, too, of course. Holding you so close and feeling the gentle warmth of your skin brings him a sense of peace.

His body temperature runs cool so you'll never get overheated when curled up next to him.

Usually holds you from the back so he can bury his face into your hair. He'll wrap both of his arms around your waist, too, to hold you close to his chest like a freaking seat belt.

Tangles his legs with yours so it's harder for you to move away from him.

Oh, you want to get up? Absolutely not. You asked for this, and you're not gonna back out of it now.

Oh yeah, and if you ask him for cuddles, he's gonna groan and complain about it. Explaining to you exactly why he thinks the activity is ridiculous while simultaneously guiding you to the bed and pulling you down next to him.

"You can't be serious. You do understand that I have much more important things to attend to than just laze about with you- come here, you're too far away- than just laze about with you all day-"

Soft kisses to the nape of your neck and into your hair <3

If he's had a rough day, Loki just *might* actually ask you for cuddles. It likely won't be verbal, though. It might be in a simple gesture or some not-so subtle hints that he's craving your affection dropped into the middle of whatever conversation you're currently having.

Sometimes, your presence is so comforting to him that he falls asleep right then and there, and next thing you know, you've got a god softly snoring in your ear.

Swears he doesn't snore (he does).

But he is 10 times more likely to sleep better while you're sleeping next to him.

If you fall asleep in his arms, he might be tempted to prank you in some way but never goes through with it. Your peaceful expression and soft breaths strip him of his desire to cause trouble for you, and he often finds himself just laying in silence, admiring you.

If you were ever to bring up that he cuddles you to ANYONE, oh buddy, you're so cooked. You might as well just write out your obituary now cause you don't have much longer.

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[undeadd011]

𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘾𝙊𝙐𝘾𝙃 - 𝙚.𝙬

summary: one bed (or technicially couch) trope with bestfriend!ellie. warnings: fingering, thigh riding, cunnalingus, choking, all r!recieving, goofy goobers. word count: 3,778 words

ellie speaking, reader speaking.

"jesus" ellie complains as she slams the door, wind fighting against it. the cold causes a dusty pink to frost her cheeks. as much as you both want to collapse into your sleeping bags and let some much needed rest consume you - safety comes first. so the both of you, guns lazily at your sides, take a quick look around the unfamiliar cabin.

finding nothing but woods surrounding the cabin and nothing but the two of you inside, collapsing on the couch is the next move. you're both a little winded from trotting through the forest as well as the cold outside.

you catch ellie take a glance from you to the floor before sighing and beginning to pull her sleeping bag out. she tosses it on the floor then stands to remove her coat. your brows furrow as you sit up a little, realizing that she's trying to give you the couch "you're not sleeping on the floor" you tell her with a bit of an annoyed tone. not necessarily annoyed at her, but at the fact that she thinks you'd ever let her sleep on the floor.

she takes a glance around the room, motioning her hand out as if to point out the obvious. there's only one couch and nowhere else to sleep. "well you fucking aren't either." she responds while laying out her sleeping bag "i don't mind, really" ellie assures as she goes to sit down.

before she can make it to the ground, you lean forwards and tug the sleeping bag right out from under her ass. when ellie lands on the wooden floor, her jaw clenches as she dead stares you. however, there's only so mad she can be when you're smiling at her like it's the funniest thing you've ever done.

"just come share the couch" you suggest casually, laying her sleeping bag with yours before you lay onto your side, facing the back of the couch. ellie just stays on the floor for a moment awkwardly, lips parting then closing as she considers the offer. "there isn't room, you'll be uncomfortable." she says, though if you turned around you'd see the hesitation she took in declining.

you sigh and shrug your coat off, tossing it over the back of the couch. "if it gets uncomfortable then i'll just push you off" you tease, making her scoff a small laugh. then you turn your head back to look at her "really. i don't mind if you don't" you assure her.

you wait a few seconds to see if she'll come but when you hear no movement you eventually give up. too tired to argue. sleep is already pulling you away from conciousness. however, your eyes flutter back open when the couch cushion dips in from behind. a short smile spreads your lips whilst shuffling forwards to make as much room for ellie as possible.

her elbow presses into your back and you can pretty much sense the fact that she's trying to maintain space out of respect for your comfort. but fuck that. "we're both girls els" you say as if either of you are anywhere close to straight. before she can ask what you mean, ellie feels your hand grip hers to pull her arm across your waist.

she pauses, unsure of if this is a good idea. she's already been feeding her own delusion for months of wishing you liked her like she likes you. but at the end of the day, there's already so little room on the couch and there's no sign of discomfort from you so she leans into it, shuffling forwards a bit to have a little more room on the three seated sofa- unintentionally making your bodies just barely touch.

"night" "goodnight"

a couple moments pass and ellie is slipping into unconciousness. there is no sound besides the creaks of the old cabin and whatever lurks in the woods. still, something pulls her from slumber. it's your body pushing backwards into hers.

ellie assumes your just getting comfortable until your leg gently hooks around her ankle, pulling it forwards between your legs. she feels herself freeze even the slightest movement. breathing suddenly feels optional.

ellie is still unsure if it was of any kind of intention until your foot glides up and down the bottom of her leg slowly, gently. your butt pushing back again. almost instinctively her hand squeezes your waist as she asks "what are you doing?"

her questioning makes you reconsider your actions for a moment. had you been taking the hints wrong? was she not into you? into this? "i dunno.." tone shyer now, your foot pauses against her ankle, slowly slipping off her.

there's a stillness that makes you think you must have made things awkward. you're ripped from your devastation when ellie makes a split second decision to wrap her arm further around you. tugging you into her. there's a short pause, just enough for ellie to question if that's what you had wanted but then you roll over until your squished with your back against the couch - face to face with ellie.

the stunned yet hopeful look in ellie's pretty brown eyes reflect the same emotion as yours. neither move first, but simultaniously your lips press together. maybe it's the lack of sleep but the feeling of her lips on yours somehow both relaxes and lights up everything in you so intensely. there's a safety within the trust you two have and a danger in the risk of that trust.

her hand is on your side, her thumb barely sliding beneath your shirt. your hands find place cupping her rose colored cheeks. it starts pure and innocent. you've both been waiting for the intimacy that breaks the line of friendship for a long time. she squeezes your side and you cup her jaw more, both your lips pulling and pushing, feeling infuriated that you can't mend your bodies closer.

your leg eventually rests up over her hip. that's where it starts. it isn't a big deal, just a small action. until she subconciously shifts her leg and it nudges against your clothed pussy. regardless of if it was purposeful or not, your response is to grind yourself into her thigh.

ellie takes the hint, breaking her mouth away from yours as she presses her knee up with intention this time. your lips part with a gasp as you meet her eyes slowly. after a beat, ellie speaks "you're so fucking pretty" the glimmer of admiration in her eyes tells you she means it with every bone in her body. though you have little time to be sappy when her hand slips down to your waist. ellie pulls your hips forward - grinding her thigh into your core again.. and again, starting to build a rythym.

her eyes stay locked on your face as you softly exhale, your hips fighting against her grip as you try to grind your hips harder and needier then the pace she's set. the smallest smile creeps onto ellie's lips at your tangible need.

her hand grips harder to still your hip, thigh still rubbing right into your clothed pussy. the softest whine leaves your lips in both frustration and pleasure. ellie looks in awe of the fact that she's eliciting this kind of reaction. all you can do is continue to cup her face whilst shifting close as possible and tucking your head beneath her chin, hiding your face into your bestfriends neck.

the pride stays within ellie's expression as she pulls you down over her thigh again and again. you're starting to grow irritated with your jeans stunting the pleasure you want, her hands guiding your hips how she wants only makes it worse.

with a sigh, your hand pulls hers off your waist. she's frozen with concern until you pull her hand toward your jeans. she's just about to work your button open when suddenly she pauses. "here-" she shifts forwards, pushing you further into the couch. "on your back" she tells you.

you comply, watching as she sits up on her knee's between your legs. seeing your bestfriend between your legs, unbuttoning your jeans is already enough to have you aching for her to do whatever she wants.

ellie tugs your pants off. then her hands rest on your knee's whilst she looks over you. she first gazes at the very visible damp spot on your white underwear. then her eyes roam to how your hands lay at your sides, hair being messed up by the pillow beneath you - the best part being your face. lips parted, eyes pleading for her to do something.

every moment is painfully slow when her hands glide down your legs. but it's worth every second when she carefully straightens out your panties, like you're a doll she's scared she'll break. it's sweet - however, her thumb pressing onto your clit takes you out of your state of admiration.

ellie begins circling her thumb slowly, watching your facial expressions twist into pleasure with each movement. your hands impatiently reach down to take off your underwear but the second your fingers graze the material, her free hand gently grabs your wrist. her tone is soft but firm "no. just- i've got you. don't." as she speaks, her hand pushes your arm back to your side.

"but-" you are instantly cut off from speaking when once again her thumb firmly presses circles around your clothed clit. in reaction your hips push up - you look a little dumbfounded by her audacity to cut you off. but before you can start again she's roaming her free hand up over your stomach, then she shuffles on top of your body till she can press her mouth eagerly onto yours.

her thumb stays softly toying with your clit over your underwear. it's enough to make your hips squirm softly for more, but still - it's not what you need. her free hand proceeds, pausing just for a second to gently brush the back of her hand over your hardened nipple. you still have your shirt on but the soft touch of her knuckles makes your body shiver nonetheless. it almost tickles.

you feel her lips twist into a smile against yours, then her knuckles brush over your nipple again, making you sigh through your nose at the ticklish feeling. her lips break off of yours, lips brushing along your cheek, her face hovering just next to yours to listen as you gasp softly each time her thumb strokes over your clothed pussy.

ellie's other hand is slowly sliding up from your tit, just grazing over your skin ticklishly. ellie pulls back from your face to look at you, her breath still warm against your cheek. her hand brushes over your skin further upwards, her knuckles making their way over your collarbone, then reaching your neck. her eyes are loving and touch soft as she brushes your hair away from your neck.

you love how sweet she is, you do, but.. there's something else you want. you bring your hand up to rest over the hand on your neck. your eyes roam to ellie's and you're met with a questioning look. ellie's expression turns to slight surprise as you press her hand down, silently asking her fingers to splay out over your throat.

her thumb is still lazily stroking over your underwear when her palm presses down. her fingers just are barely touching the sides of your neck on their own now. ellie doesn't miss how your head tilts back slightly - silently asking for her to proceed. "yeah?" ellie softly breathes out, eyes questioning to be sure.

you nod quickly, making her smile at your eagerness. she does as you wanted, her hand wrapping around your throat with a pressure that's just enough to make everything a little more hazy - but not enough to hurt.

her fingers begin to slip beneath your underwear and two of her fingers very gently press against your aching hole, circling slowly. a whine pushes from your mouth but it comes choked due to the increased pressure on your neck.

she doesn't need to tease you about how soaked you are for her - the look in her eyes melded with her grin she gives you says enough. her thumb strokes the side of your neck to keep your attention both on her and the pleasure your recieving. her two fingers, already wet just from your folds, slowly press inside of you.

your mouth falls open with a gentle moan, your hips already pushing down towards her hand in a silent plea for more. more of anything. ellie's presses a kiss to your cheek - squeezing your throat still as she begins to pump her digits in and out just a couple times, feeling your pussy squeeze each time, aligned with the small gasps and soft moans you elicit.

ellie curls her fingers up experimentally, rubbing just the right spot inside of you - it causes you to grab at her side, your fingers gently digging into her skin. you want need that again, and she can certainely tell. her fingers curl up once more, then again, she keeps going - a rythym being set.

"ellie.." you whine out her name as your fingers clasp around her wrist, eyes shutting. it feels embarassing to fall apart so quickly for her - but she doesn't think it's embarassing at all, infact it's the most satisfying reaction she feels like she could get from someone.

ellie's fingers curl up harder, eliciting a whine that you choke out. your breath is uneven and she decides to remove her hand from your throat to instead grasp your jaw, turning your face towards hers. "'s it feel good?" ellie isn't the most confident person in the world so you can tell that it isn't just dirty talk, she's genuinely questioning you on her abilities.

she doesn't make it easy to respond when her thumb strokes over your clit in time with the curl of her fingers. "f- uck" you whine, not missing the grin spreading back onto her face again at your struggle. your eyes narrow but you don't have the will to argue, instead finally responding with "uh-huh" whilst as your legs squeeze her sides, twitching slightly as your hips stutter up.

ellie releases your jaw and her fingers stop for just a second. you would complain if you weren't watching as she shifts down between your legs. ellie's fingers resume curling into your fluttering walls, the moan you choke out is flithy as is but it turns to a even louder cry when her lips close in around your clit. your squirming and pretty noises make ellie wish she could stay here all day. any worry or regret for pushing the boundaries of friendship dissapeared the second she knew you wanted this as much as she does.

"ellie!" you cry out again, no longer able to resist your hands snaking into her hair. she hums back in response, the vibration only making it all the better. your fingers subconciously grasp harder into her hair for stability.

ellie's fingers pump faster, curling harder in desperation for more of your pleasured reactions. unsurprisingly, she gets what she wants when your legs tense up around her head. in response she latches her mouth around your clit harder, suckling in a way that makes your legs tense and shake harder.

you're getting much closer but you're also growing extremely sensitive from her teeth and tongue's assault on your clit. the previous teasing to it had done nothing to help. ellie can tell it must be a lot by the way your hips are jerking up each time her fingers curl or her mouth clasps around your clit.

she resorts to pressing down on your stomach to still you, whilst gently flicking her tongue against your swollen nerves. apparently that didn't lessen any of the feeling because instantly the sound of her name spills from your lips, sounding like a plea as you abruptly gush over her still pumping fingers. your thighs clasp and your body shakes, head tilted back as you mutter curses and gasp softly through your orgasm.

she's memorized by your reaction. she really is. that's exactly why she needs more. you think she's just guiding you through it, making sure that you've rode out your high completely. it gets to the point where your stomach nearly aches from the orgasm and your clit is twitching sensitively. yet, her fingers still curl and pump into you.

"ellie i'm done y- oh- shit, els. too fucking much" you can't communicate coherently when her lips come to suck down on your clit again, swapping between that and flicking her tongue against the swollen nerve.

"want me to stop?" she mumbles right against your clit whilst still fucking her fingers into you like her hand isn't beginning to cramp up. her eyes meet yours and although a tear brims your eyes, she see's the pleasure all over your fucked out expression, making her decide to continue.

you don't want her to stop but your palms are almost subconciously pushing at the top of her head as your hips fight to buck up into her. ellie smacks your hands away gently. "keep them to yourself." she mumbles with mild irritation before getting straight back to devouring you.

you only listen for so long before you're squirming, mind a haze and it's all too much. your palm pushes at her head once more. with a sigh, her fingers still and she lifts her head up slightly "seriously." she grumbles, mouth shining with your cum as she gives you a more stern look - one you don't personally tend to receive from ellie, though many others do.

you're irritated at the fact that she halted her movements and you want to complain but given the circumstances, you'd rather just do what she wants so she'll continue. "okay! sorry." you say, shooting a bit of a glare at ellie before your head tilts into the pillows, hands coming up to rest next to it.

with a roll of ellie's eyes, teeth and tongue take your clit back whilst her two fingers curl up into your sensitive walls, you feel your eyes flutter shut when you whine, both hands grasp the pillow next to your head so you don't instinctively reach out to grasp at her hair again.

ellie's unoccupied hand moves away from your stomach to instead push your thigh's open further for her - but it's nearly impossible for you to stop how your trembling legs close in on her. so eventually she grips your ankle, gently lifting your leg over her shoulder for better access.

your heel is digging into ellie's back with each curl of her fingers or harsh flick of her tongue. your pleasured struggle only makes her more determined to finish you off. ellie's fingers slide out of your pussy, a second of emptiness that makes your head lift to look down but she instantly replaces it with her tongue now fucking into you instead. her thumb going to your clit instead to rub back and forth with fervor. it's a little too much for how overstimulated you are.

you sit up slightly, knuckles turning white from the grasp in the blankets you take. your hips twisting and twitching makes it hard for ellie to keep her tongue fucking into you but she's a determined girl, her face only pressing into you more, tongue pushing faster whilst her thumb on your nerves is making your stomach and pussy both squeeze.

you sit up further so you can place your hand over hers, bringing it off your thigh and onto your stomach so you can hold onto itt for support. ellie is quick to respond by squeezing your hand back comfortingly.

"mph- elliee" "come on pretty" your voice is high and rasped, hers is soft and soothing - yet with a eager impatience to see you fall apart again. at this point you aren't even moaning, just breathlessly gasping with small whines from how dry your throat is. you feel the tension in your gut, it builds with each and every bit of pressure your swollen nerves take until finally your walls squeeze around nothing, her tongue flattening over your hole.

you squeeze ellie's hand so hard it hurts but she doesn't mind, too entranced by your fucked out expression and the way you leak on her tongue. you don't fully comprehend ellie's small praises "there you go" and "that's it" fading into the background as she continues to stimulate your pussy softly between words till you begin coming down.

once you're back down to reality, both of ellie's hands leave all other occupation to instead softly rub along your sides. her tongue laps at your pussy once, then twice more. enough to make your eyes shut, legs twitch and pussy clench for her one last time.

her eyes are glued to the aftermath of the mess she's made, the sight of cum dripping out of you whilst you pant heavily - a soft smile on your face is enthralling to her. ellie has the decency to come back up your body and press her lips to your sweat ridden forehead. two of ellie's fingers slowly push your cum back inside of you.

your arms wrap up around ellie's neck. face burying into her shoulder, you feel as she kisses the top of your head. her fingers slowly slip out of you as she slowly pushes up off of you "hold on" she speaks soothingly. just as fast as she gets off the couch - she returns just as with a cloth and your water bottle. she wets the cloth and then gets back on the sofa whilst she spreads your knee's apart. ellie kneels between your thighs to slowly and gently clean you up.

you're completely memorized by this side of her. the soft yet intense and intimate side of ellie. once ellie's done cleaning you up, you grab her arm and pull her to lay down with you. she falls forwards into the couch with a soft huff of a laugh. now that the boundary of friendship is broken, you shuffle to lay yourself onto your friend - resting your head onto her, burying your face in her neck.

her palms smooth over your hair and back, then you both slowly drift off. the conversation of whatever that was can wait till the morning. all you both know is that you feel safe within each others hold and platonic or not you love each other all the same.

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Head canons for husband bang chan being very touchy with his wife. Can you make it spicy?

• Constant Touching: Chan is always touching you, and he doesn’t even pretend to hide it. Arm draped around your shoulders? Check. Hand casually sliding down to your ass while standing in line at the grocery store? Double check. He acts like it's the most normal thing in the world, and honestly, it kind of is now.

• Boob Guy Energy: When you're cuddling on the couch, watching movies or just scrolling through your phones, he’ll casually slide his hand under your shirt. Not aggressively—just comfortably palming your boob like it's his stress ball. He'll absentmindedly squeeze it every now and then like he's not even thinking about it… even though he totally is.

• Sneaky Thigh Touches: If you're sitting next to him, car rides, at a restaurant, even with friends around—his hand, always find your thigh. He’ll rest it there harmlessly at first, but eventually, his fingers will start slowly creeping higher. Sometimes, he'll give a slow squeeze, and when you glance at him, he’ll just give you that sweet, innocent smile like What? I'm just relaxing.

• The Waistband Thing: Chan loves slipping his hand under your waistband whenever you’re cuddled up. Pants, pajama shorts, whatever. He’ll just slide his hand down, not even trying to start anything sexual, just resting his fingers there, feeling your warmth. Sometimes it’s just cupping you, sometimes his fingers teasing lightly. Always with that smug little tilt to his mouth because he knows you like it.

• Casual PDA, But Naughty: In public, he’s mostly tame, but sometimes if he’s feeling cheeky, he’ll grab your ass while helping you into the car or while pretending to "fix" your jacket. His favourite thing is seeing you flinch a little but say nothing, secretly loving the way he touches you like you’re his.

• Shameless Bedroom Cuddles: In bed, his cuddles aren’t sweet and proper. they’re possessive. He spoons you with his chest pressed against your back, one hand sliding down automatically to cup your breast or dip under the band of your underwear. It’s never demanding, it’s like he needs to have skin-to-skin contact with you to sleep properly.

• Blunt Compliments: He’ll murmur random things like, “Your thighs are perfect for me to hold,” or “I love how soft you feel under my hands,” when he’s half-asleep or just idly touching you. His voice is always a bit husky, full of warmth and want.

• Zero Shame: If you ever tease him like, "You're obsessed with my boobs," he’ll just shrug, grin, and say something like, “Yeah? And what about it?” Completely unashamed. If anything, he’ll squeeze them harder just to prove a point.

• Your Reactions = His Addiction: Your little shivers, your sharp intakes of breath, the way you press closer when he touches you,he lives for that. He wants you to melt for him without even realizing it, and you do… every single time.

• Mutual Secret: The truth is, you love every second of it, even when you pretend to scold him or roll your eyes. You love how much he craves you without needing to make it a huge production. Just small, constant, claiming touches. It's proof roof that even years into marriage, you’re still the center of his world.

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shine for you.

GENERAL AUDIENCES - 1,793 - VASH THE STAMPEDE X F!READER

content: mutual pining, guilt, depressed behaviors from Vash, admission of feelings, kissing

there, under the stars, both of you found the courage to be honest.

"You've been alone up here all night."

You lingered halfway up the ladder to the roof of the vehicle, watching Vash the Stampede lounging under the stars. His red jacket lay beside him like a second skin he’d temporarily shed, and his eyes were distant — lost somewhere beyond the silver glow of the moons. He gave a silent wave of acknowledgment and motioned for you to climb the rest of the way. When you finally settled beside him, you felt instantly warmer — his nearness always did that to you. It was something you missed the second it was gone.

Though he tried, as always, to hide his emotions behind a soft smile and a glint of deflection in his eye, you’d spent enough time by his side to start reading between the lines. The small twitches of his hand. The tight line of his jaw. The way his eyes didn’t just look at the stars—they searched them, like they were holding something he'd lost.

Whatever was on his mind tonight, it was heavy. If left alone with it too long, it would devour him.

"Do y'wanna talk about it?" you asked, voice soft.

He turned his head and looked at you again, offering a small, gentle smile — one that made your heart leap like a shooting star. It wasn’t the smile he gave to strangers or townsfolk or even to Meryl and Nicholas when they were joking around. It was one he saved just for you. And he let it linger for a long moment, as if memorizing the comfort in your gaze.

"You're really sweet for asking," he said quietly. "But no. They're my thoughts to live with."

"Doesn't mean you have to live with 'em alone," you replied, nudging his leg with yours. "If you don’t wanna talk, let me be up here with you, at least."

"Okay."

That one word held more weight than you'd expected. You pulled the backpack you'd brought into your lap and rummaged inside until you found the wool blanket — one notably large enough for two. Without asking, you covered both of you with it, grateful for the excuse to shift closer. He didn’t protest, and that said more than words.

Silence stretched out between you, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. Quite the opposite. You watched the sky together in an easy quiet, the stars winking behind gauzy clouds. You hoped it was helping — that your presence was enough to crack the stormclouds inside his mind.

"Did you lose anyone?" he finally asked gently. "Back in your town?"

You didn’t respond at first, but when you nodded, the movement was barely visible. His expression changed — open grief flickering behind those teal eyes.

"Is that what you're up here thinking about?"

It was his turn to offer a small nod. It was then you saw it painted on his beautiful features. The guilt, the regret, the heartbreak carved into the lines of his face like a story he couldn’t stop reliving.

"It's not because…because I wish I could change it," he whispered. "I just should have done more."

"You did everything you could, Vash."

"I could’ve done better. Could’ve tried harder. And then maybe you wouldn’t be…alone."

"But I’m not alone," you said, voice firmer now. "I’m with people every day — granted, I would barely consider Nicholas as people — but I have you. I feel less alone with you now than I ever did back in town."

He looked at you — really looked at you — and his eyes widened slightly, awestruck, like he couldn’t believe you were real.

"You did so well, Vash," you continued, softer. "Every day I wake up breathing, I have you to thank. You’re my hero."

"You deserve a better one."

"I have the perfect one," you said, smile quirking at the corner. "Why do you think I haven’t left yet?"

He hesitated, then said quietly, "Because you’ve got nowhere else to go."

You shook your head. "No. Because I don’t want to go anywhere else. I wanna stay right here, next to you. Where I feel safe."

He might’ve argued again. Probably would’ve, if you hadn’t scooted even closer and laid your hand on his chest. That stilled him completely. You could feel the beat of his heart pick up beneath your palm.

"That’s not what’s troubling you," you murmured. "What’s on your mind, angel?"

He could’ve burst from the pressure of it. Instead, he let it spill.

"Every time we stop somewhere, I think you’re going to stay there," he admitted. "I’m… afraid you’re going to stay. That one day, you’ll decide it’s easier without me."

"So why don’t you ask me to stay with you?"

"Because I can’t," he said, shaking his head. "Because I have the life I do and you deserve better and it’s selfish —"

"It’s not selfish to ask for something you want."

"But —"

"It’s not," you said, hand now cupping his cheek. "You’re good, Vash. Better than anyone I’ve ever met. And if anyone deserves to get what they want —"

"I want to know if your lips are as soft as they look," he interrupted, the words tumbling out of him before he could stop them. Then, horror-struck, "I — I'm sorry. I —"

You kissed him.

Softly. Without hesitation. Without doubt.

When you pulled away, he stared at you like you’d shattered every law of physics.

"Wow," he breathed. "You…kissed me."

You pressed your forehead to his, eyes fluttering shut. "I'd like to keep kissing you. If you'll let me."

"You can have anything you want."

He moved clumsily but eagerly, his flesh hand coming up to rest on your cheek as he kissed you again — slightly too fast, slightly too hard, but full of emotion that words couldn’t begin to cover.

"Don’t leave me," he whispered between kisses. "That’s what I want. I know I shouldn’t… because I’m me. People around me, they get hurt, and —"

"I’m not leaving."

He opened his eyes, startled by how quickly and easily you'd said it.

"We’ll be in the next town tomorrow," you said. "Nicholas mentioned getting a motel so you can actually sleep in a bed for once."

"What about tonight?" he asked quietly. "Are you sleeping up here?"

"Yeah. If that's where you're going to be, that's where I'm going to be."

He didn’t respond, just offered you a position against him — invitation enough. You curled against his side, hand resting gently on his stomach, your head tucked under his chin. He hesitated only a moment before wrapping the blanket tighter around you both.

Even if this was the only night it ever happened, Vash knew he’d never forget the feeling of you curling closer, your breathing syncing with his, your warmth pressing against the cold that usually lived under his skin.

"Hey, Vash?" you asked after a moment.

"Hmm?"

"Can I tell you somethin’?"

"You can tell me anything."

"Sometimes I feel like a bad person 'cause…I don’t really think about that town anymore. At least, not as anything more than the place we met."

Your fingers traced gentle patterns across the scars and metal under his shirt. You weren’t finished, and he let the silence linger for you to find the rest.

"Of course I feel bad so many people died. But Vash…I wouldn’t trade meeting you for the world. If I could go back and do it all again, I’d do everything the same, just to end up here."

He said nothing — just held you closer and accepted the kiss you pressed to his jaw, letting out a shaky breath as you pulled away. He opened his mouth, but you beat him to it.

"Hold on, just…one more second. I — I can do this." You pulled back just enough to look him in the eye. "I love you, Vash. I…"

"Love you," he finished for you. "I love you. I do. And that…scares me. It does. Because I can’t lose you. It’s why I haven’t asked you to leave. I know I should. I know you’d be safer if you forgot me. But I want to protect you. There’s nowhere I want you more than right here."

"I could never forget you, Vash," you whispered. "You’re part of me now."

He just held you, your words sinking into the parts of him he thought were long dead. He looked up at the sky with new eyes, stroking your temple with gentle fingers as you finally drifted into sleep, your face tucked against his neck.

He didn’t need to sleep. Not when he had this. Not when he had you.

In the quiet of the night, he listened to your breath and the steady beat of your heart, and for the first time in forever, he felt peace.

“C’mon, Needle-noggin! We’re burnin’ daylight, and I ain’t waitin’ all day for lovebirds to roll outta bed,” Nico called from below, voice crackling with impatience and amusement in equal measure.

Vash leaned over the side of the vehicle with the gentlest roll of his eyes, one arm still firmly wrapped around you as you slept. “She’s still resting,” he replied in a rare tone of quiet protectiveness. “I’ll get her up. Just…give me five more minutes, yeah?”

Nico huffed but didn’t argue. “Five. Then I’m driving off with or without you on the roof.”

As the footsteps faded and Vash relaxed again, his gaze returned to you. The early morning light cast your sleeping face in gold, softening every angle, every shadow. His fingers — always careful, always trembling with restraint — brushed a loose strand of hair from your cheek.

“I meant it,” he whispered, almost afraid to say it too loud. “All of it. Every word.”

You stirred slightly, nestling closer as though even unconscious you sought the warmth only he could give.

And maybe that was what undid him the most — how naturally you fit into the empty spaces in his life. Not with force or demand, but with presence. A steady light, undeterred by the storms within him.

He had known fear. Loss. The weight of eons. But lying there, your breath brushing against his collarbone, your hand resting softly on his chest, Vash allowed himself — for the first time in longer than he could remember — to believe in a future that wasn’t drenched in tragedy.

A future that began in small moments like this.

In quiet promises whispered into morning light.

He closed his eyes, resting his chin lightly against the top of your head. “I’ll do everything I can to make sure you never regret choosing me.”

And though you were still drifting somewhere between dreams and waking, a smile ghosted across your lips — as if you'd heard him.

As if you already knew.

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[emotionlcss]

❝ nah, you're not competing with anyone, you've got nothing to worry about. ❞ chase spoke, the words falling from his lips before he could really stop them from coming out. though, he supposed that it didn't really matter either, he was telling the truth about it. typically at this point in the night he would've been saying whatever the other had wanted to hear to get them into bed, but she was already laying beside him, and chase didn't need to lie to her. it was easy to just be himself, and he wasn't expecting anything from her either. it was enough to just be laying here, having a nice time together, and there was nothing that needed to be proved. ❝ you're gonna push me out of bed? really? i don't think you could even if you tried. and if you did try, i'd just bring you down with me. then we'd be tangled on the floor together, and i can promise it's not as comfortable as this bed. ❞ chase grinned, winking over at her.

it was her next comment that caused his brows to furrow together, lips parting to ask the question as he chuckled. ❝ sexy people parties? what the hell is that? because it sounds like a bad porn, or a sex party - and if you tell me you've been to one of those, then i'm suddenly very jealous. ❞ he spoke once more, a soft laugh as he still listened to her. ❝ just don't go around telling people i'm that nice, i've still got a reputation to uphold. ❞ he was only partly joking, knowing that it wouldn't really do anything if she told people he was nice, and he wouldn't mind it either. ❝ my night was good, unexpected but i'm happy that you showed up here. turned my night into something else, and i didn't mind that at all. was kind of nice to sit outside and look at the sky instead of entertaining. ❞ and it helped that his company was nice to look at too. ❝ you're welcome to come to any party that you want, and you can keep my bed warm for as long as you want too. i don't mind the company, especially when they're as cute as you. ❞ 

Abigail let out a loud, dramatic sigh at his words with her hand resting on her chest, over her heart. "All those girls I have to be competing with.." She brought out before smirking at him, obviously playing. There was no way in hell that she would ever be able to top the girls that were after him or whom he dated with. Sure, he might think they were boring but they were each drop dead gorgeous. "You're sweet. I'll be fine, if I wouldn't feel comfortable with you I don't think I'd be laying here." She admitted.

Squealing as he poked out his tongue to the palm of her hand, the blonde pulled it back and wiped it off to his sheets. Abigail gave him a soft push afterwards. "Careful there, if you continue like this I'll push you out of the bed." She challenged chuckling. Abigail watched him as he spoke, the bit of sun reflecting on his perfect skin. "Hey - I've been to parties, just not sexy people parties." She defended with a smirk. "It was a lot, can't deny that, and I was nervous but I'm really glad that you were there. I had fun." She admitted, eyes closing for a few seconds. "You are a really nice guy and I don't mean this in any offending kind of way at all but you´re not what I expected. It surprises me." She admitted, peeking up at him for a few seconds before closing her eyes again. "How was your night? I hope I didn't take too much of your time. Next time you're able to party freely again."

At the comment about the bed and her returning to it she chuckled. "I might just climb through your window and sneak in while you're out at a game or partying or whatever - keeping the bed warm.' She smiled at the thought of that and snuggled up some more between the sheets, their feet touching.

[lizpaige]

you could write some Adam & Matthew bonding, if you're still in need of prompts, that could be cute af

hiiiiiii 💕 ty for the prompt and YES i need more i am here until saturday so i got lots of time to kill lol i thought of a couple diff ideas for this (like adam teaching matty to drive or tutoring him in something or chatting about college pressure or adam picking him up drunk from a college party and vowing not to tell his bros etc) but went the more hurt/comfort route after the last prompt some post gw everyone reunited at the barns bit. hope you likey! feel free to ask for more 🙃

“Matty, can you sit with him while I’m out?” Ronan asked in the same voice that was reserved for when he genuinely needed something - a voice Matthew didn't hear very often.

“Yeah?” Matthew looked over to Adam, frail and thin, gray and fading, sitting on the porch with a mug of tea and a blanket on his lap.

“I’ll be right back.”

“Okay, sure.”

Matthew dutifully walked out to the porch and smiled. “Hiya.”

Adam grimaced. “Hi.”

“Can I sit with you?”

“He didn’t need to ask you to watch me.”

Matty shrugged, not sure how to respond and definitely not wanting to get involved in whatever weird thing was going on between them. Adam and Ronan were always so intense about everything they did even when they seemed to be having fun and in love and whatever.

“Um, he didn’t?”

Adam looked at him for a beat before the smallest of smiles, the briefest of curved lips and an eye roll. He patted the spot next to him and Matthew sat down.

They didn’t say much. Matthew liked that about Adam, he didn’t feel the need to fill silence, which was nice when Matthew wanted some peace and quiet. Adam also didn’t baby him. He treated Matthew like a real person, even though he probably knew he wasn’t, but then again, Ronan wasn’t real either, was he?

Matthew wasn’t the best at not filling silence though. He got a little squirmy and uncomfortable and twitchy when it went on too long and when he felt like he was supposed to say something. Adam nearly died for his brother and he hadn’t really talked to him since, but that’s a big thing and what the heck do you say to someone after they did something like that?

“I’m glad you’re not dead,” Matty said without thinking. It was true, but he knew he probably should have said it differently.

Adam didn’t seem to mind, though. He looked at him for a long moment, smiled and nodded. “I’m glad you’re not dead, either.”

[phantomtorched]

When Ayaka smiles at Tatsu, the uncertainty that had been there until a second ago seems to have drained out of her a little more.

"Thank you for listening!" she exclaims, and truth be told, her heart is beating faster after her performance - but it's not a bad kind of feeling at all. If anything, the thrill of knowing he's heard her song is exciting, even if she's not quite sure she'd have the same reaction if it were anyone else listening.

"What did you think? I know I need to practice more, but... I'm pretty happy with it right now."

@kidwcnder ( starter! )

[overlymetaromantic]

Wait... who's the top and who's the bottom between Maki and Kaito?

It's whoever you personally want it to be LMAO 😂 (If you want a marginally longer answer, here's a slightly busted screengrab of my Hiatus Q&A answer to the question lolololol 😂😂😂)

[theobrowningfd]

Jason understood exactly what Theo was trying to convey, that weird age right as teen years started where they started to test those boundaries. Both of his kids being teenagers Lilly at the cusp and Riley two years in the thick of it, but only the latter acting out. Not to say Lilly won't down the line but Theo wasn't thinking that far ahead. "Exactly, and I gotta let that go. Allow them to be their own person, moreso than a year ago or more," but he'd be there for those times when they did crave the childish things, the familiar and comfortable items of their past. Theo was cruising now at the pace beside his brother, his heart rate at a steady pace but not feeling too much too fast. "Thankfully both of us are on the same page, she's supportive for me and I for her," and they only wanted what was best for the kids. As they rounded a corner, he slowed down not to trip or worse, and then picked it up again as it straightened out, following right beside Jason. "Yeah, and he was such a trooper, what bothers me though is how quick it all happened. The switch I mean. Not Tam and I and the babies," though he was aware of that being quick too and though he wouldn't change it for the world, he knew it was fast. "I tried to check in as much as I could, with both kids. Giving them the space and time for myself to just be with them, whether solo or together like old times," he still kicked himself over this whole situation with Riley and acting out. "Trust me, I know how hot headed boys can be. Between you and I, and whatever shit we got into as kids," he shook his head and rolled his eyes. At the mention of the school counselor, Theo nodded, "honestly I didn't even think of that. But that's a good starting point." For a moment Theo looks d at Jason and just smiled to himself, "you know. You're doing a pretty good job with imparting wisdom. My kids are the luckiest to have an uncle like you. And the twins? They hit the jackpot."

A small smile touched Jason's lips as his brother spoke, nodding his head, "there at that weird age where they're trying to find themselves as adults as much as kids, so they pull away from the more… juvenile stuff." Jason could remember it. You wanted nothing to do with the things that you used to enjoy, wanted to find new things that made you feel older, more mature, in control of your life. But eventually, you started craving those comforting things that once gave you so much joy and reminded you of childhood and family and love… the good stuff. Not that Jason, himself, was looking to have an egg hunt any time soon. "It'll be nice," he assured his brother, knowing that the kids getting something from each parent would make them feel that they were still thought of and included, even if they couldn't be with their dad for that day. And it was good that he and his ex-wife still got along enough that they could spend those little moments together for the kids, too. Slowing down as they rounded a corner, he picked up a little speed once they were on the straight and narrow again, listening to his brother talk about therapy, Riley finding out about the pregnancy, him lashing out. "It makes sense -- from his point of view, I mean. He rolled with a lot of punches. Mom and dad getting divorced, dad having a new girlfriend, moving into a new house, dad's girlfriend also living in that new house… then dad's going to have new babies, I'm sure that's scary for him, trying to figure out where that leaves space for him. And you know how hotheaded boys are." Which probably explained Riley was the one upset, and not Lilly. "Therapy's tough to get a kid into," or a grown adult for that matter, "but maybe the counselor at school could talk to him? I think sometimes dad is the last person you want to talk to about those big things, especially if you see dad partially responsible for it, you know?"