#and an exam to write

[helpiamlostsomewhereinthegarden]

Mikey: Just SHUT UP!

Mikey: I'm going to kill the next person I fucking see I swear to goddd

Takemichi: Hello! hi! i'm so happy to see you!

Baji and Mitsuya dying from laughter:

Mikey: Hey omg....! omg whats going on *hugs Takemichi *

Takemichi: Wow! i'm so happy to see you!

[managone16]

James and Regulus have been in a secret relationship for almost 3 years now, and after 2 and a half years they eloped. No one knows that they are together, live together, have a cat together and the fact that they are married.

Now, six months after their marriage, they all go to a trip to Greece. 'All' means all of them, and by that time Jegulus decide that they are finally going to tell their friends.

So, they slowly drop hints. They start to touch more, begin to do things for each other much like they do at home, until the point their friends are so fucking confused on what's happening with them and they just think that they are in some weird situationship or are fuck buddies now, because none of them have ever thought of the two of them together in a relationship like that.

The whole reveal is super chaotic and heartwarming, with screaming, shock, laughter and some angst. The reason they hid is quite significant too, and this idea has been stuck in my head for so long I wanna write it now. 😭😭😭

[bi-writes]

nah i don't fuck with ai generated fics because y'all don't sit there for weeks in front of your blank doc and cry like the rest of us

[inky-duchess]

Fantasy Guide to Building A Culture

Culture is defined by a collection of morals, ethics, traditions, customs and behaviours shared by a group of people.

Hierarchy and Social Structures

Within every culture, there is a hierarchy. Hierarchies are an important part of any culture, usually do ingrained that one within the culture wouldn't even question it. Hierarchy can be established either by age, gender or wealth and could even determine roles within their society. Sometimes hierarchy can may be oppressive and rigid whilst other times, ranks can intermingle without trouble. You should consider how these different ranks interact with one another and whether there are any special gestures or acts of deference one must pay to those higher than them. For example, the Khasi people of Meghalaya (Northern India), are strictly matrillineal. Women run the households, inheritance runs through the female line, and the men of the culture typically defer to their mothers and wives. Here are a few questions to consider:

How is a leader determined within the culture as a whole and the family unit?

Is the culture matriarchal? Patriarchal? Or does gender even matter?

How would one recognise the different ranks?

How would one act around somebody higher ranking? How would somebody he expected to act around somebody lower ranking?

Can one move socially? If not, why? If so, how?

Traditions and Customs

Traditions are a staple in any culture. These can be gestures or living life a certain way or to the way a certain person should look. Traditions are a personal detail to culture, they are what make it important. Tradition can dictate how one should keep their home, run their family, take care of their appearance, act in public and even determine relationship. Tradition can also be a double edged sword. Traditions can also be restrictive and allow a culture to push away a former member if they do not adhere to them, eg Traditional expectations of chastity led to thousands of Irish women being imprisoned at the Magdelene Laundries. Customs could be anything from how one treats another, to how they greet someone.

How important is tradition?

What are some rituals your culture undertakes?

What are some traditional values in your world? Does it effect daily life?

Are there any traditions that determine one's status?

Values and Opinions

Values and Opinions are the bread and butter of any culture. This is the way your culture sees the world and how they approach different life hurdles. These may differ with other cultures and be considered odd to outsiders, what one culture may value another may not and what opinion another holds, one may not. There will be historical and traditional reasons to why these values and opinions are held. Cultures usually have a paragon to which they hold their members to, a list of characteristics that they expect one to if not adhere to then aspire to. The Yoruba people value honesty, hard work, courage and integrity. Here are some questions to consider?

How important are these ethics and core values? Could somebody be ostracised for not living up to them?

What are some morals that clash with other cultures?

What does your culture precieved to be right? Or wrong?

What are some opinions that are considered to be taboo in your culture? Why?

Dress Code

For many cultures, the way somebody dresses can be important. History and ethics can effect how one is meant to be dressed such as an expectation of chastity, can impose strict modesty. While other cultures, put more importance on details, the different sorts of clothes worn and when or what colour one might wear. The Palestinian people (من النهر إلى البحر ، قد يكونون أحرارا) denoted different family ties, marriage status and wealth by the embroidery and detailing on their thoub.

Are there traditional clothes for your world? Are they something somebody wears on a daily basis or just on occasion?

Are there any rules around what people can wear?

What would be considered formal dress? Casual dress?

What would happen if somebody wore the wrong clothes to an event?

Language

Language can also be ingrained as part of a Culture. It can be a specific way one speaks or a an entirely different language. For example, in the Southern States of America, one can engage in a sort of double talk, saying something that sounds sweet whilst delivering something pointed. Bless their heart. I have a post on creating your own language here.

Arts, Music and Craft

Many cultures are known for different styles of dance, their artwork and crafts. Art is a great part of culture, a way for people to express themselves and their culture in art form. Dance can be an integral part of culture, such as céilí dance in Ireland or the Polka in the Czech Republic. Handicrafts could also be important in culture, such as knitting in Scottish culture and Hebron glass in Palestine. Music is also close to culture, from traditional kinds of singing such as the White Voice in Ukraine and the playing of certain instruments such as the mvet.

Food and Diet

The way a culture prepares or intakes or treats certain foods are important to a culture. In some cultures, there is a diet yo adhere to, certain foods are completely banned. With Jewish culture, pork is prohibited along with fish such as sturgeon, along with shellfish and certain fowl. Meat must also be prepared in a certain way and animal byproducts such as dairy, must never be created or even eaten around this meat. This is known as kosher. The way one consumes food is also important to culture. In some cultures, only certain people may eat together. Some cultures place important on how food is eaten. In Nigerian culture, the oldest guests are served first usually the men before the women. In Japanese culture, one must say 'itadakimasu' (I recieve) before eating. Culture may also include fasting, periods of time one doesn't intake food for a specific reason.

What are some traditional dishes in your world?

What would be a basic diet for the common man?

What's considered a delicacy?

Is there a societal difference in diet? What are the factors that effect diet between classes?

Is there any influence from other cuisines? If not, why not? If so, to what extent?

What would a typical breakfast contain?

What meals are served during the day?

What's considered a comfort food or drink?

Are there any restrictions on who can eat what or when?

Are there any banned foods?

What stance does your world take on alcohol? Is it legal? Can anybody consume it?

Are there any dining customs? Are traditions?

Is there a difference in formal meals or casual meals? If so, what's involved?

Are there any gestures or actions unacceptable at the dinner table?

How are guests treated at meals? If they are given deference, how so?

[theoldkyokodied]

This bloodweave art dump has it all: The price of devotion, the serenity of simple touches, cat to cat communication and iasip redraws with slightly altered dialogue

[jjenthusee]

imagining a college au with jason. he’s carrying your bag because u overpack your backpack and it’s hurting your shoulders. the two of you get overpriced tea and coffee to romanticize school and study with each other but never truly get anything done because you have to talk about the newest book release and listen to the couple breaking up in the study room next door. he waits for ur classes to get done, bringing a small snack to share. he purposely brings headphones that still have the wires connected to share with u because you mentioned it once that you would want to experience the closeness of it with someone special. he’s there when your water bottle leaks and it spills all over you, he doesn’t want you feeling the pressure of the attention, so he splashes the water on himself too and the two of u are walking in damp clothes, laughing, arm in arm as strangers wonder how the two of u ended up like that. he helps you look for your favorite pen that u lost in the library. he loves the way ur face morphs into concentration and pokes at u with his pen when he wants ur attention again. he prefers sitting across from you because he wants to be the first person you see when you look up from your laptop.

pt. 2 here cause i’m delusional lol

[zhukzucraft]

nuclear family as described by Iskall

[blumoontf2]

Cop pulls me over and says papers, I say scissors, I win! … … …I was then shot 78 times

[hotcinnamonsunset]

proof that you CAN use math in every day life😌✌🏼

[walmart-icarus]

When the task force find themselves in a safe house in the middle of Cuba for a recon mission, they all become bored.

The heat is unbearable. Everyone except Ghost have sunburns, although he’s a sweaty mess under that mask.

Naturally, Soap spends most of the time shirtless. It’s driving Simon fucking mad.

He can’t stop looking at his happy trail, the way the sweat makes his Mohawk cling to his skin, that fuckass tattoo of Charlie Brown on his lower back. Ghost has been through torture, seen his friends and family die and many unspeakable things, but nothing made him doubt his survival as much as this did.

“Gaz, tell my mum I love her” Johnny groans dramatically, stretching his back, revealing the waistband of his boxers. Ghost can’t breathe.

Gaz rolls his eyes and chucks a water bottle at the Scott.

Price walks into the room smoking an authentic Cuban cigar (one of the main reasons he even accepted the mission) and narrows his eyes at his boys. His gaze ends up landing on Ghost.

“Take the fucking mask off, lieutenant, or yer gonna pass out when we need you.”

Ghost doesn’t answer. Doesn’t tear his eyes away from Soap to look at the Captain, either. Even if he opened his mouth, a strangled sound would probably come out.

Gaz chucks another bottle, but at Simon this time.

[onmywayt0insanitu]

when your bf is an "unfair" advantage

[duchi-nesten]

remember when i joked about cujo being a secret agent?????? well him and perry the platypus are friends and meet up once a month to drink and spill tea

[sakuravalenp]

- Thats... definetly not healthy - But it looks beautiful, doesn't it? - DC X DP

Inspired by this prompt, but a bit too far away from it to be a prompt fill (I think?). It's also more of a prompt as well, since I don't know how to continue it nor have the time to do so at the time.

So what if, instead of Danny being sent to find Jason because of Clockwork, he just notices the jewel because it looks really pretty… but in a deeply unhealthy way? Like how looking tubercular was considered fashionable in the Victorian era.

Set this in liminal Amity Park. Danny’s class is in Gotham for an event that Jason, Dick and Tim are attending too. I’m thinking, classical book convention: Lancer saw the opportunity to take his class on a field trip. Who cares if it’s in Gotham? They’re Amity Parkers. Jason of course wanted to go, there’s this section on old photos that caught Tim's attention, and Dick saw it as a sibling bonding opportunity, so it ended up being a 3 siblings bonding activity. 

The Amity kids are allowed to roam freely, and Danny, while walking with Sam and Tucker, suddenly spots Jason, the sight is so beautiful he has to stop, Sam and Tucker continuing to walk deep into one of their rants. 

Little jewels orbit Jason’s soul like a miniature planetary system, and Danny finds himself staring, mesmerized. He doesn’t realize how long he’s been staring until the trio approaches him, and the one with the shiny soul asks bluntly:

“Why are you staring?”

Danny, too used to Amity’s deep liminality, just assumes the guy knows what he looks like and made this aesthetic choice deliberately. So Danny, completely deadpan, responds:

“I mean, I have to ask how and why, obviously.” He gestures toward Jason’s chest. “I admit, it’s mesmerizing, but… doesn’t it hurt?”

Jason, utterly confused, opens his mouth to respond, only for someone else to beat him to it.

“What hurts?” Sam peeks over Danny’s shoulder, having finally noticed he’d stopped walking. “Whoa, that looks so cool! How’d you get it like that?”

“Cool?” Tucker says, appearing on Danny’s other side, squinting at Jason.. “I say it looks uncomfortable.”

“But you gotta admit the shining is quite captivating.” Danny responds. 

Tim and Dick squint at Jason, trying to see what the kids are seeing. Jason does not appreciate being talked about like he’s a museum exhibit, and he still has no idea what these kids are talking about. But before he can ask, the goth girl is calling another girl over, who gushes at him too, and then she calls over another group of teenagers.

Before the Waynes know what’s happening, an entire class has surrounded Jason, arguing about whether the weird, beautiful, thing they’re seeing is worth how visibly unhealthy it looks.

Dicks efforts to calm the teenage group is futile, and Jason is getting increasingly more frustrated, Dick is sure he’s close to sploding and he wants to avoid that. This outing was primarily for Jason. Tim, realizing there’s no use trying to question the teens yet, focuses on being an annoying little sibling and records Jason's slow descent into rage.

It isn’t until Lancer appears and scolds his class for the scene they’re making that the group is dissolved. Lancer apologizes with the three and makes Danny apologize as well since he obviously started all the mess. Danny thought that would be it, but now the bats want their answers.

[urenbyneighbor]

Me writing my Jegulus fanfiction: let's see, I have about 35 chapters planned... I'm writing one chapter a week... I'm at the 5th chapter...

I should be done by the end of the summer !

Maths: If I may-

Me: You may not.

[tittiesnhrtz]

ghostface!ellie x reader

minors & men dni , fingering, cunnilingus, knife play, nipple play, overstim

it's a chilly october night, the leaves are still vibrant with autumn hues outside your window. a crisp breeze weaves through the trees outside, sending a gentle rustle through the branches. the faint scent of vanilla, pumpkin spice and cinnamon hangs in the air inside your home, wrapping all the furniture and the trinkets like a shroud. you’re sitting on your sage couch, wrapped in a cozy crocheted sweater, wearing loose shorts and leg warmers to keep your feet warm on the cold tiles beneath you. your parents are away for a few days at your grandma's, with her health getting worse, it's been hard for her to take care of herself.

the glow from the TV feels distant now, the reporter’s voice filling the otherwise silent room. it’s the same grim news cycle: more bodies found, more gruesome and grotesque details of the dead bodies that should make your skin crawl and erupt with goosebumps. but honestly? you’re just tired. tired of the stories and the police coming up empty.

two of your friends from your friend group are dead, and what'd they have in common? you dated them both at some point. this detail shouldn't probably be necessary or even worth dwelling on, but considering how almost everyone who's either flirted with you or gone on a date with you has no doubt ended up dead—killed by the infamous ghostface himself.

yes, a him. that's what mostly everyone believes but you're somehow sure it's not a man. the way ghostface toys with his victims, the blackmail and emotional mind games—it all feels too calculated, too clever to be the work of a man. not that you think men are stupid, but something about this whole situation just feels... off.

the sound of the doorbell jolts you out of your thoughts. ellie, your best friend, is supposed to be here any minute. she's been your rock through the whole ghostface ordeal. and you think you might be catching feelings for her. her stupid puns and that goofy smile plastered on her face whenever she'd talk about space, dinosaurs, comic books or anything that interested her really, got to you at some point.

with a sigh, you push yourself off the cozy couch, and shuffle over to the door. but when you swing it open, what should've been ellie on the other side is just empty air. that’s strange. you step outside, scanning the porch and the yard, half-expecting to see some kids laughing at their ding-dong ditch prank. instead, you’re hit with a chill as a dark figure catches your eye. a ghostface mask. your heart drops. but before you can even process what you just saw, it vanishes into the shadows.

you stumble back inside and lock the door, but then you hear it—a crash from the kitchen. a china dish smashing to the floor. fuck, what if this is it? what if you’re ghostface’s next target? with a tentative breath, you step inside the kitchen, holding a lamp, ready to strike. except, it's not ghostface, it's just ellie, standing there with a sheepish smile on her face.

"fuck- i thought you were-" you start, your voice trailing off as the memory of the figure outside flashes in your mind.

"i'm sorry, jus' thought i'd surprise you and come in through the back." she explains, motioning toward the kitchen door, which was slightly ajar. "you should seriously learn to lock your doors."

her gaze then drops to the shards scattered across the kitchen floor, the delicate china dish now a jumbled mess of white and pastel blooms. "sorry 'bout that." she mutters, rubbing the back of her neck.

you let out a breath, feeling a mix of relief and irritation. lowering the lamp, you speak. "next time, just ring the doorbell?”

ellie grins. "yeah, sorry."

"whatever, just help me clean this mess." you motion to the mess on the white and black kitchen tiles.

"yep."

you can't stay mad at ellie and it's not the first time she's done something stupid like this.

𓍯𓂃

after what felt like an eternity of cleaning up the mess, you and ellie finally collapse onto your bed, grateful for the distraction of a movie. the small TV on the cabinet across the room flickers to life, and the eerie sounds of SAW II fill the space. you can feel ellie’s presence beside you—she’s sitting awfully close, her warmth radiating against your side. you steal a glance at her, and to your surprise, you catch her gulping, almost instinctively, not once, but three times already. though you're not sure if it's because of the proximity or the gore-y scenes displaying on the screen.

“not a fan of gore movies?”

she chuckles nervously, her eyes glued to the screen. “not exactly in love with the idea of people torturing each other.”  a hint of laughter in her voice, but you can sense something else underneath. something you pass off as anxiety.

you turn your attention back to the movie, but it’s hard to concentrate when you can feel the heat radiating from her. the scene on the screen darkens, and the tension builds as the characters navigate their terrifying predicament. you can’t help but steal another glance at ellie, who’s now looking directly at you.

the characters on the screen scream in despair, but you hardly register it. instead, your focus is drawn to the way her tongue glides over her plump pink lips. and god you want to kiss her badly, to taste the sweetness of her lips.

you don't miss the way her eyes dart down to your lips or the way her chest rises and falls with each breath. you take a breath, steeling yourself, and decide to be bold. you lean in slightly, heart pounding as you gauge her reaction. the air is tense, and you can see her breath hitch, taking that as an invitation, you close the gap.

her lips are slightly cracked but surprisingly soft. she makes a noise against your lips, hands gliding up to rest against your hips, but then they slowly start to wander. under your sweater, from your hips to your waist. ellie can’t help how warm her hands feel against your skin, how smooth, there’s not even callouses on them like hers. the kiss is a bit hungry and impatient, her tongue licking the seam of your lips. your hands move from your lap to cup her face as you part your lips.

the unexpected warmth of her tongue against your cheek sends a shiver down your spine, silencing the whirlwind of thoughts that had been racing through your mind. it’s a ticklish sensation, one that catches you off guard. you let out a small gasp which is muffled into her mouth. ellie continues to explore, her tongue tracing the soft contours of your cheek as if she’s savoring every little bump and curve. there’s a clumsiness to it, an awkwardness that feels endearing rather than off-putting.

when you pull away, a delicate string of saliva connects your lips. your cheeks heat up as you notice the drool glistening in her chin, a sight that is enough to make your panties wet. you lean in and lick the drool off of her, and you can feel her tense up, her hands on your waist squeezing gently. the only source of light is from the TV, and it casts shadows over both of your bodies, the screen and the voices of the characters now completely forgotten. you can feel her hands move from your waist and she’s suddenly cupping your breasts over your bra.

“is this okay?” her thumb traces circles over the soft mounds, staring at you for an answer.

you nod in return and help her remove your sweater and your bra, tossing it somewhere in the darkness. her gaze flicks down to your breasts and for awhile, she just stares. and then a quiet curse follows. her hands move to knead your breasts, watching the skin closely. then, she takes a nipple between her fingers and gently pinches it, watching your every reaction. her mouth latches onto your other breast, her tongue darting out to swirl around it and suck the hardened nub as she pleases, the soft symphony of your quiet noises echoing in the night.

you arch your back, pushing your breasts further into her mouth. she alternates between both of them, giving them both equal attention. her mouth goes dry and she has to pull away with a pop, her green eyes searching your own.

“i wanna feel you.”

her breath hitches and before she knows it, your hands are on the waist band of her jeans, fingers looping into her brown belt. her eyes darken with desire as she looks at you.

“yeah, baby?” she exhales.

the nickname makes your cunt tighten around nothing and you're hastily unbuckling her belt and tossing it away. your fingers work to unbutton her jeans and you slip a hand inside. she lets out a gentle groan as your teeth bite into the flesh of her neck. you leave a series of bruising kisses in their wake as your palm comes into contact with her boxers. to your surprise, she's soaking wet. you almost want to tease her but your desire prevails over it and you're slipping your fingers into her boxers, tracing her slick folds. she's making the prettiest noises too, already falling apart under your touch. but little did you know, she's spent years dreaming of this moment. paintings and drawings of you hidden under her bed, along with the candid pictures that she oh so eagerly waits to get off to every night.

"say you want me."

her breathing is unsteady as she opens her mouth to speak. "fuck." she grunts softly and leans her head into your shoulder. "i want you, baby. please."

her pathetic begging and whines are enough for you to give in, her cunt throbbing as your fingers rub her slick along it. it greedily sucks in your digit as you slowly add it. she feels ecstatic because this isn't a dream anymore, it's real. you add another digit, eliciting a pornographic moan from her. it isn't long until your fingers are curling around her g-spot and her walls are squelching around them.

""m close..s-so close."

"i know. just cum for me, yeah?" you coo into her ear before nipping at the skin just below her ear. and she does exactly that, letting out a strangled sob as her body gets the release she's been chasing for. you take your fingers out of her boxers and suck them clean. ellie still has her eyes shut and her head against your shoulder but she can hear the way your mouth wraps around your fingers and sucks her juices off. she's pulling away and looking at you.

and then, she's guiding you down to lay on the bed, lifting your hips up to remove your shorts until you're splayed in just your cotton panties and leg warmers in front of her. she almost moans at the sight.

"you're so-" she starts, but cuts herself off. leaning down to hover over you and planting a kiss on your temple, on your cheek and one on your collarbone. one of her hands starts rubbing the inside of your thigh as she leans in and kisses you, sloppily. her hand comes to rub your clothed cunt and you feel her muffled moan inside your mouth, as you swallow the noise. she pulls back to look down at you.

"look how wet." she smirks and you almost regret not teasing her about her own drenched underwear.

you can only whimper and lift your hips up in return as her hands hook under the waistband of your underwear and pull it off of you.

"god, so gorgeous and so wet....all for me." she murmurs, more to herself than you. her pupils are blown wide, lips parted as she moves your legs up and pushes them apart. your hands find purchase on her ass beneath her flannel as she mouths at the skin of your neck like it's her hobby. as you squeeze her jeans-clothed ass, you swear you feel an outline of something resembling a... knife. in her back pocket. you take the object out and it's indeed a knife. ellie was in a daze to notice or feel what you were doing— to busy enjoying your skin after only having imagined what it must have felt like in her dreams. your voice, however, causes her to look up from your neck. you dangle the knife in front of her.

"..why do you have a knife?"

her eyes widen a fraction before she smirks and takes the knife from you. "protection. why else?" she answers like you were dumb to even ask the question in the first place. “don’t wanna risk getting killed with ghostface on the loose.”

a pause. "but...it could come handy for other things." she glides the knife down your clavicle to your breasts, the hitching of your breath only serving to encourage her. she presses it down against one of your nipples before moving it lower— where you're aching for her the most.

the cold blade presses against your puffy clit and you moan loudly. "ellie..."

"shh." she coos, grinning down at you, almost sinisterly. she pushes it further against the bundle of nerves, making you whimper. "i need-" she cuts you off by lining the knife along your delicate entrance, you let out a cry and your eyes widen in fear and shock. she seems to notice it and pulls the knife away, but not before gliding it up and down your folds.

"i'm not gonna hurt you, baby." the words roll of her tongue like honey and you feel bad for fearing her in the first place. she places the knife beside you on the sheets and moves to place herself in between your legs. a couple of kisses to your clit before she's greedily licking at your pussy. tongue moving at a relentless pace against your clit as her hands come up to grope your tits. moans fall out of your lips like a prayer and she pushes her tongue inside your cunt before pulling back and lapping away at your juices. you're awfully close and she knows it, she can sense it by the way you're arching your back and gripping the sheets, your knuckles almost white.

"cum on my face, pretty girl." her words vibrate against your clit, causing you to moan out her name.

that elicits a moan from ellie, herself. something stirs in her, hearing you moan her name out like that. and she inserts two fingers into your sopping cunt. curling them graciously against your g-spot, hitting it over and over again as her mouth does the same to your clit.

"ellie..i can't..fuck-" your final cry of pleasure, reverberates through her body. she removes her fingers but keeps lapping at your pussy even after you cum. your weak cries do nothing to pull her away. her grip on your thighs tighten and she pushes them apart from closing. you squirm and squeak due to the overstimulation, nudging her away with all your force, but it's too weak. she doesn't seem too keen on stopping, a hand pushing down on your stomach to stop you from squirming.

"s-stop." it isn't until that word comes out of your mouth that she stops and pulls away to look at your wrecked form. cheeks flush and hair tousled. you don't know how much it affects her. you never do.

"sorry, got too carried away." she murmurs. but she's anything but sorry. after helping you lay your head down on the pillow, she pulls the covers up your body. she can tell she's tired you out by the way your eyes are half lidded and your limbs look sore. she soothes you by wrapping her arms around you, intertwining your hands, and placing a kiss on your forehead. eventually, you drift asleep.

the longer she looks at you, the world outside fades further into obscurity. you, who's sleeping blissfully, completely unaware of the fact that the knife that was pressing against your clit a few minutes ago was the same knife that she used to brutally stab and dismember the body of a classmate who dared flirt with you. you, who's probably having sweet dreams while she has to go and take care of the unconscious body of the guy who rang your doorbell this very night.

this is my first time writing smut or anything close to a fan fic!! so if you see any mistakes js ignore it :3

[arcanefeelings]

don't mind me just thinking about kuroo's bedhead and how he sleeps with his head between two pillows and him coming home one day and passing out between your legs early on in your relationship-

like, it's not even sexual. he's just exhausted from the day he's had and your thighs are just so soft and perfect and - just a for a minute, he swears, he'll move in a minute. but one minute turns into two, then five, and you realise your boyfriend is very much asleep.

except he moves as he sleeps, his nose nudging the warmth between your legs, just over the crotch of your shorts. and then he hums in his sleep, biceps curling around your thighs with a satisfied sigh.

and you're swallowing. hard. lower lip caught between your teeth and chest rising with shaky breaths. because his face is right there. but he's asleep and you two hadn't even gone that far yet.

so you close your eyes, one hand clenching your (kuroo's) oversized shirt in a tight fist, the other gripping the couch cushion for your sanity. slowly, you draw a breath, trying to will back the wave of arousal that was so drawn to him.

you fight the urge to push into him, to chase the warm puffs of his breath tingling through the layers of fabric separating you.

no. this was wrong. he was sleeping.

should you wake him up? but he looked so peaceful - but he was right. there.

you throw your head back with a soft sound of frustration.

you were stuck.

note: part two maybe?