#and proceeds to yap their ears off

[spookysapphicxx]

sleepy masc x buzzing femme who pounces the second they wake up

[inupibaldspot]

Walk him like a dog

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x Reader

Note ₊˚⊹♡ : The first year trio are watching Gojo who is completely head over heels for you.

To the world, Gojo Satoru is the strongest but to the people who know him Gojo Satoru is a menace.

When he was in high school, he was a different breed. Yaga could not sleep at times from all the stress Gojo would cause; be it either an earful from the higher ups or checking the news only to find out there had been an explosion conveniently where Gojo’s mission was assigned.

Sometimes he would get pictured sent to him by the problem student himself, a picture with a beaten up enemy and Gojo winking at the camera with a note saying ‘Yay~ another victory! I mean it’s as normal as breathing for me (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ’

Even when Yaga would use his authority and lecture him, sometimes Gojo Satoru would not listen; be it simply ignoring or rebutting it with his opinion— an opinion no one asks for.

And when that happens, Yaga would pull out his secret weapon ‘You’! He didn’t use this card all the time but at time Gojo was simply so uncooperative, he had to! Any word coming from you would be listened to by him as if it were law. Right now, at the age of 28 he seemed to have matured- no stopped acting as childish and Yaga didn’t have to rely on you so often.

That same Yaga watches from the window at his new first years— Kugisaki Nobara, Itadori Yuji and Fushiguro Megumi— behind a bush, hiding peeking over to you and Gojo who were on a bench.

“Ah…” Kugisaki sweat dropped at the pair. “Gojo-sensei is so smitten.” She said observing at how you were simply reading a book, as Gojo yaps away but one thing very obvious was the gentle look he gave you.

When you finally looked Gojo’s way, their white haired teacher suddenly stops, they notice a faint blush peeping under his blindfolds and when he does starts talking he stammers. THE Gojo Satoru was stammering, biting his tongue simply because you were looking at him.

“Kugisaki, let’s leave.” Itadori covers his eyes, his right eye peeps through the cracks of his fingers. “Sensei is doing such a bad job at flirting with y/n, I’m getting embarrassed.”

Kugisaki lifts her hands and grabs the collar of Itadori’s and starts shaking it. “This is the closest we’re getting to romance in this school and I want to be the witness.” She grits her teeth.

Just then Nanami walks along the path, making the pair look over. You smile as you call out. “Nanami-kun.”

Nanami stops and waits as you stand from your bench, walking over to greet him. The students stare; as soon as you got off the bench and walks Gojo follows suit not even a millisecond later.

Kugisaki cringes. “He is like a puppy…”

They could vaguely hear Gojo start to make fun of Nanami, but when you think his ‘joke’ was a slight bit too harsh; they watch you give Gojo a side eye and almost immediately their teacher shuts up.

‘y/n has the strongest sorcerer at the palm of their hands .’ Kugisaki and Itadori collectively thought.

Before Kugisaki could comment she senses a small wet feeling on her forehead, then another and then she was drowning in it. Suddenly it started raining.

“Geh. Let’s get out of here.” Kugisaki says as she quickly brought her hands up to cover her bangs. “I don’t want my hair to frizz up.”

Itadori and Fushiguro follows her lead as they walk away to the nearby building and when they did reach shelter, Kugisaki quickly turns around to check on their teacher and you, a fellow sorcerer.

Her mouth drops slightly taking in the situation at hand, Nanami was no where in sight. She assumes he left because of the rain too.

But that wasn’t the focus.

Her eyes were focused on Gojo and you, holding hands smiling fondly at each other, she also noted that he was using ‘Infinity’ to not get wet from the rain.

Gojo laughs as he raises one of your hands high which makes you let out laugh, but complies as you proceed to twirl. As soon as you make two twirls, their teacher places his hands on your face as his leans down, his lips on yours.

Kugisaki and Itadori squeal and blushes at the intimate scene infront of them, jumping. “Sensei, finally did it! He kissed y/n—!” Itadori smiles.

They watch you smile into the kiss and you bring your hands up behind his neck, slowly trailing them into his hair, deepening the kiss.

“I’m so happy,Kugisaki.” Itadori wipes his tears with the back of his hands, extremely happy for his teacher’s happiness and success in his love life.

“I don’t know why you guys are making such a fuss.” Fushiguro finally decides to add into the antics of his classmates.

“Huh?” Kugisaki quickly turns and glares at the dark haired man. ”Is your heart made of stone or something,Fushiguro?”

“Yeah! I heard Gojo-sensei basically raised you.” Itadori chirps in. “You should be more happy for him.”

Kugisaki nods in agreement.

“I mean…” Fushiguro sighs as his hands are up massaging his temple, mentally preparing for the outburst to come.

“They’re married…”

“Ehhhhh???”

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[aeternxm-aa]

it sure as fuck ain't like takeshi to dwell on things for too long! life is too short for that shit - besides, he can handle a little rejection every now and then - ain't that hard to respect someone's boundaries!

❝ wait, really? y'wanna see 'em? ❞ the surprise is evident. the excitement even more so. takeshi's quick to shift seats so that they're sitting right next to each other - no regard for personal space, not him! takeshi's gettin' up close and personal. it's better that way, trust. he's just excited to show someone his work for once!

❝ okay - okay, so this one right here? it was in uh, fuck - where was it? shit, i can't remember! but there's this waterfall right, an' i went campin' there with m' brother - we're twins, by the way - an' i made 'em get up at the ass-crack o' dawn so we could hike down an' get the waterfall right at sunrise! y'see how the sun hits the water at tha' time? all shiny like, sorta like glass - i mean i still gotta edit this photo, but i figure once i do? shit - m' gonna be rollin' in money! ❞

a pang of guilt hits him as the man's face falls. he feels bad and for a moment almost takes back his words but the other seems to pop back up almost immediately as he pulls out the other camera. it certainly does look well loved and he wants to question how long the man has had this one but he doesn't want to appear rude. he instead listens to what he has to say, lips quirking into a small smile.

' you would be correct. i love a good nature shot. ' having spent a lot of his life out in nature, it was no surprise that he would. ' i'd love to see the ones you have if you really wouldn't mind. '

[affableramen]

how they kiss

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tags: early stage of relationship ; suggestive ; fluff

minors do not interact

Wriothesley

unintentionally starts exploring your curves while in a deep kiss

starts with gentle lip wrapping around yours

will die for you to touch his hair

runs his cold metal gloves across your cheek making a sensual contrast of temperatures 

moans into the kiss <3

Neuvilette

you start first, but he is the one to deepen it

when he is in a middle of the kiss, he is so spaced out he might not notice he pulled you on top of his desk in his very office

decides that you are completely his after one kiss. he probably won’t let you go so easily coz he’s madly in love

is actually very embarrassed after your first kiss and cannot hide his face that is red as a tomato 

can’t even look you in the eyes after that 

Tartaglia

he is sweet like a cupcake

makes sure to cuddle and hug you a lot before proceeding to a kiss

kisses your chin, cheeks, forehead etc everywhere near your lips before finally getting to them

needs to hold your hands while doing that

feels awkward and doesn't know what to say except for “wow” after having you kiss him

Pantalone

300 years of sleep, doesn’t even remember how to touch a woman

grips your chin lightly waiting for an approval in your eyes to proceed before pulling you in the kiss

he will 💯 let you lead the kiss for the first few seconds (before wrapping his arms around your neck and seeking entrance to your mouth with fervour)

if you kiss n bite his ears which are erogenous zone for him he will become as red as a tomato

just like Wriothesley, is a kiss moaner

Capitano

he is rough when he kisses you but it’s because he loves you so much

grips your hair on the back of your head for additional passion

doing it steadily just bores him so he will definitely push you against the wall devouring your lips 

will abruptly stop the kiss once it gets too sensual for the both of you because is afraid to scare you off with unwanted intimacy 

passionate lip biter 

Alhaitham

is very soft

has very gentle hands that caress your face all over when he gives you the sweetest kiss of your life

loves entangling your hair with his fingers while caught up in the moment

will probably also have his hands roam over your back

encourages you to not be nice with him and bite his lips 

Dottore

doesn't know how to kiss but trusts you’d teach him

is afraid he’ll unintentionally hurt you with his teeth so goes very slowly

very chaotic and energy demanding kiss leaves both of you satisfied but breathless

wants you to pull his tie/bow while doing that 

grabs your neck and brings you closer to him because he is not satiated enough

Dainsleif

the kisses from him are generally rough and fervent

can be quite nice if you ask him too

wraps his arms around you like a mad man and kisses not only your lips but all over your face 

impatiently groaning while sucking the soul out of your mouth

will be really grateful if you bite him 

Baizhu

is the first to kiss you

will do it with you exclusively in the private place hidden from curious gazes

will yap if you take his glasses off during the kiss but secretly likes it

caresses your face a lot, moves your hair out of the place coz he wants to touch your neck properly as well

he tastes minty and herbal 

so basically who kisses you first: Capitano, Baizhu, Dottore, Wriothesley, Dain

who waits for you to kiss them: Neuvillette, Pantalone, Alhaitham, Tartaglia

[savouringmidnights]

“Three hours past midnight”

(A Xavier x Non!Mc Reader fic)

🌟 Disclaimer: If the following trigger warnings or the general genre of the fic make you uncomfortable, then please do not proceed ahead, thank you! 🌟

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TW: Angst,

Slight implications of Lemon

Heavily written from the Reader’s perspective

🌟 Disclaimer: If the following trigger warnings or the general genre of the fic make you uncomfortable, then please do not proceed ahead, thank you! 🌟

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Three hours past midnight…

It is often termed by many as the witches’ hour,

Although that wasn’t the only expression you’ve come across throughout the days of your existence.

‘Devil’s hour’, ‘time of pure evil’, ‘juncture in time bridging the world of the spirits with the world of the mortals’, yada yada; were among the many.

Initially when you were little, you too would be scared of the monster underneath your bed, or the hand that would come to reach out from behind the mirror….but

Being blessed with Insomnia, you slowly learnt to co-exist among the forces.

Maybe your amity with these forces proved to be stronger than those of the universe,

Resulting in your encounter with a certain Deepspace Hunter, sleeping amongst the bushes, the earth providing him with a humble sack…

“Umm…”, your nightly stroll was successfully done for…

But being a honest samaritan, you couldn’t leave him be there…so you got down to your knees and gently shook his arm…

No response.

“Umm excuse me, mister”,

No response.

You continued your motions for several minutes, when finally tickling a leaf against his nose did the job.

“Huh…?”, his voice seemed as soft as the fluffy clouds above…

“Hello hi sorry for waking you up but…you’re literally sleeping on the grass?”

He groaned, rubbing his eyes, as he slowly stretched and sat up…

“Sorry…I got drowsy…”

You nodded sympathetically, you couldn’t relate…

“Where do you live? I can help you get there or if it’s far away you can stay the night at mine…it is 3 in the morning after all…”

“Hmm?”

“I said—”

“No I heard you…well I live few blocks away…”

“Well then…you’re welcomed to rest the night at mine…”

“…”

“…”

“As long as you’re not a criminal or robber or—”

“Xavier. Deepspace Hunter working under the Hunters’ Association.”, he cut you off speaking up.

You nod, “(Name). I work as a—”, you stop as you catch him dozing off while standing…huh…

“Wait wait wait! Don’t doze off here again!”

….

Three hours past midnight…

Your lips always curl up at the reminiscence of that night when you’d first met your now boyfriend…who would whether or whether not given the chance could fall asleep anywhere and everywhere, regardless of the consequences…

You let out a silent giggle remembering the midnight you’d confessed to him your feelings, right after several months of hangouts and meet-ups…

Upon returning back home, you’d call him like usual interrogating about his day and work…your conversation would only carry on further if he’d give you the green signal that the Wanderers weren’t annoying stressful that day…let’s say every night you got that green signal…

What would you do? You would yap on about your day, while he would listen listen listen…

“Xavi…did you fall asleep?”

“Perfectly awake my star…”

Oh did you forget to mention about the nickname he’d given you….the one that made you believe you were celestial…

you would internally squeal each time he would call you so…

Anyways…so after you were done going on about his and yours day…you let out the buildup inside your heart…

“Xavi…I need to tell you something…”

“Anything my star…I’m all ears…”

“I think…”

“I think I’ve fallen for you…fallen in too deep…”

And it was true…you were far gone…

Silence coursed through the call…you tensed…did you mess up?

“X-Xavier…?”

*tring*

The call died…

So did a big part inside of you…

Had you messed up that bad…you just wanted to confess to him…just—

*Knock. Knock. Knock.*

You looked through the peephole, before opening

“Xavier—mmf…”

He kissed you…the kiss that made you feel the energy of a million stars…

….

Three hours past midnight…

He was so silly

He was so soft

He was so sweet

He was so yours…

Looking up at the ceiling, as your eyes trail back to his sleeping form on the right side of your bed…the one which had become his second favorite spot for slumber.

Who would be able to tell apart such a peaceful and innocent face that he was one of the most skilled Deepspace Hunters of the Association…

Yet he possessed his weaknesses, he couldn’t get a single plushie from the Arcade and which would always leave him frustrated every time you had Arcade dates…his insistence surpassed your advices everytime, deeming the same result each time…

To calm him down? All it took was a soft kiss on the cheek, and a few words of affirmation.

Of course he knew you were an insomniac and he’d worry his pretty head about you each night, so he thought he should make you some hot milk, maybe it would help you…

He was super insistent…and all you could do was pray…pray that your kitchen lives to see the light of the upcoming day…

“…”

“…”

“…”

“…”

“The milk wasn’t supposed to spill all over, now was it Xavi?”

“…”

“…No…”

You sigh as the both of you clean up the disaster that was now your kitchen…

“This is the reason why I tell you to not touch anything in a kitchen…but who listens to me…you even burned yourself Xavier! What am I to do to you—”

Your words died out, as you felt warmth settle around your waist, holding you securely in place…

“You have no right to scold me my star…I was only looking out for you…”

Kisses glide down your neck traversing towards your shoulders, as if dew drops trickling down a leaf stalk…

….

Three hours past midnight…

Strong arms lift you up in bridal style carrying you to the haven you two had built within those four walls of your bedroom…

“Mm… *kiss* Xavi… *kiss* the kitch- *kiss*”

“It will survive…now I want your entire attention on me…”, that was your man…always jealous of the little things in your life, whenever you’d value them more than him…how dare you…

He was so gentle, so soft so fluffy looking…he played the innocence card very strategically using his face…who could tell otherwise right? But you knew…you knew he was anything but pure…

Flopping you down onto your bed, his mouth crashed against yours once more, his tongue soon finding homage inside of the warm cavern of the inside of your mouth while his hands carry out their own artistic endeavour down all over your body…finally reaching their destination once he pulls down the straps of your night-dress ever so delicately, the cold breeze of the outside creeping through your skin from outside you closed off windows…His other hand continue it’s exploration down to your thighs, spreading then apart, as he massages them…

Soft sinful moans of pleasure spill out of your lips as your hands secure around his neck…but your lips never leave his, as if caught up in a deadlock…You palms slowly descend down to his shirt, unbuttoning each hastily and carelessly…you needed him…his own hands soon join helping you discard the fabrics which constrained both your bodies…

He broke the kiss to breathe, breathe for the both of you for you had forgotten what perception was, being so lost within each new sensation provided to you by him…the ecstasy that made you feel one with the Earth…

Had you confided within yourself, how much illumination your Light Evolver brought into the dark nights of your soul? You two were the pinnacle of the famous saying ‘opposites attract’. Your beliefs of the Earthly forces being ever so stronger than those of the Universe proved to grow stronger…you didn’t want anything that transcended you to the beyonds…all you wanted was to become one with the Earth, the absolute holism he brought upon your life…Opposites yet so alike…. ‘He was Sunshine while you were Midnight Rain…’

a melody as grounded and pure as Nature herself…

….

Three hours past midnight…

Who would have known Fate, Herself would descend down upon the Earth, directly into the new beginning of your chapter, pulling her strings to work…

You met her today…she was a relatively new Hunter who had joined only a month ago…yet her skills knew no bounds…

She was honeyed like the warm breeze during the Spring,

She was as fresh as a newly bloomed delicate flower—as charismatic as the Golden Hour of the Evening…

She had made you drawn to her with just one conversation…

How did you meet? Well you used good friends with Tara from before she joined at the Association she wouldn’t stop gushing about her partner and her talent…that’s how sweet she was…

But one thought which kept gnawing it’s way through your heart and mind was…

‘How come Xavier never told me about her…he does tell me of everything about his day and work…’

Not like he was bound to or anything to you…no…

Maybe they aren’t close enough, yet.

but…you couldn’t figure out the unsettling feeling that started blooming inside of your heart…

Where did you meet? A few evenings back, at Destiny Cafe.

….

Three hours past midnight…

They get paired up for almost every mission, or he would suggest he should accompany her. Their bond seemed to be strengthening, it was a good thing…you always wanted your boyfriend to get along with his colleagues as well as possible…

He has become busier than ever…

Weeks pass, so does a month…everything begins so gradually. The calls start to become less, so do the texts…Dates cease to exist, he doesn’t come over anymore…

There was always one reason…

“I’m sorry my star I’m too tired after today’s mission, cannot keep my eyes open for too long…”

“Miss U.”

“Promise U will meet up soon later…”

Promises, promises so many promises, piled up, stack after stack, all of them failed to get executed…

Still you hold onto them…

hold onto something hollow…

….

Three hours past midnight…

You lay up alone in your bed, basking in the coldness of your epiphany…

What epiphany you ask? It was the sudden illumination, forcefully introduced by the universe into the warm darkness of your nights…

You were at Destiny Cafe this evening, for a cup of coffee, where you saw the two of them together. Maybe they were discussing about a mission? Maybe status reports of the previous day? How come he didn’t tell you he’d be out…you’d texted him earlier…

He said he was busy. Busy for you, but not for her…when will he come to visit next? All sorts of thoughts seemed to clutter up together inside of your mind…

…They say that the eyes are the windows to the soul…is that why when you saw his, your whole world suddenly seemed to come to stop? You cannot explain the warmth and color that emerged from the depths, of his being.

The empty galaxy within his eyes get slowly suffused with constellations of stars.

Each one holding a significant message.

Every time she would talk or chat or speak…

It was nothing like you’d ever witnessed or experienced first hand.

Were you overthinking? Or were you just devoid of thoughts?

….

Three hours past midnight…

Time was eternal yet relative, is that why it seemed to loop along the curvature of the broken record player that you’d been reduced to, ever so slowly? Each day had become a realisation factor of the equation the two of them seemed to hold out to you, for you to solve…Alas you were only a writer, so you phrased them using your thread of words, sewing pages upon pages, until the fabric of reality was ready to be worn by you…

You witnessed the way she’d transformed the barren planet of his heart (which you never knew existed) with the beautiful blossoms of life, colour and seasons. The love he held behind his eyes for her was cosmic…as if it has been deep-rooted throughout centuries waiting for the perfect moment to be poured out and the moment was now. You saw how perfectly the colors of his soul blended with hers, every hue and gloss intermingling with one another ever so perfectly, as if it was meant to be…

You’d lost track of the time since he stopped calling you ‘his star’, you weren’t that, never, it was all a hoax…you were a ‘failed star’. You never knew much about how the forces of the universe functioned, forever afraid of the flight that may crash you down upon the rough hard ground of reality, hence you’ve always been too grounded to Earth, in that way gravity could never hurt you anymore right?

But now that you saw them, it was as if seeing the cosmos was celebrating the union of the souls, without whom She had been so long shrouded within the darkness of the nights…

The darkness which you’d (once) embraced and loved.

….

Three hours past midnight…

You’d drank a lot tonight.

You hated her.

Hated her guts, for stealing the light of your life.

You hated the fact that you could simply and truly never loathe her and her friendship…and how significant they had shaped to be in your life…

You hated the fact that you were one with the dark nights.

You hated the audacity of Fate to mingle with the strings of your life as if it were Her story.

You hated that you had to be forced in the concept of ‘Soulmates’.

You hated how the two of them were the epitome of that meaning.

You hated how their existence even surpassed the Metaphysical realm of beliefs.

“You hated how you longed for your forgotten trysts.”

“You hated every fatal fantasy that creeped through your mind.”

“You hated how you’ve done each of them with him all in your head.”

“You hated how it paved the way to your laboured breaths, every night.”

You hated how he would not even remember you anymore or have the minute decency to even call you up or text you.

You hated because you knew it wasn’t true, and the amount of times he’d tried to reach out before it all faded to the point of exhaustion.

You hated how you dissociated yourself from their lives, letting them live as the Universe had wished for.

You hated how his voice would ring in your ears every morning, day, evening and night and all you could do was weep…weep and weep…

You hated how you often you weeped in the coldness of your bed, alone with no one to hold onto.

You hated that your bed wasn’t his second favorite place of slumber any longer, but it was her apartment.

You hated how you’ve lost track of time.

You hated how you longed to understand the ways of the cosmos.

You hated how you wanted to run to him and cry to his chest.

You hated how you wanted yourself to be selfish.

You hated how you wanted him to be happy.

You hated how you wanted to pour yourself out to him, how you wanted to hear along the lines that you were mistaken, utterly mistaken…that he was still yours…that he loved you…

You hate how half of you was still living with a fool’s paradise, embracing every wishful thinking clutching them close to the chambers of your heart so they couldn’t escape…

You hated how the other half was ever so rational, and had achieved it’s closure.

You hated how you’d made him your North Star…but the poles of your World were never a reality.

You loathed how perfectly they fit against each other as if two puzzle pieces, that gave Love and the Deepspace it’s fundamental significance.

….

Three hours past midnight…

You had officially lost the ability of a writer of the story of your life…being reduced to merely a narrator of your own chapters, forced to narrate yourself and only yourself while Fate played with the Story of your Life…

Once again it has been proved that the auspicious forces always stood victorious over the malevolent ones…you remembered the famous saying,

‘History repeats itself, First as a Tragedy, Second as a Farce…’

How foolish of you to believe that the forces of the Universe emerged victorious for they were superior and coerced the other inferior…

How foolish of you to believe in the false amity of these forces you’d been long acquainted with…

The monster underneath your bed re-emerged, so did the hand reaching out to you from behind the mirror…

but they weren’t there to hurt you, they were there to comfort you while you pathetically weeped over the love which you never had.

They felt pity, watching you clutch onto your pillow every night and ‘the planet shaped purple promise rings that you never had the chance to gift to him’…, head buried on his side of the bed, drenching your bed-sheets which used to be once ablaze in his presence…

But you pushed them away…far far away…

It was three hours past midnight…

And you were finally feeling drowsy…

Sleepy…

You wanted to sleep, and sleep and sleep…

It was three hours past midnight…

When you had finally succumbed to the slumber that drowned you into the land of illusions…

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(Inspirations from the songs: Midnight Rain and Guilty as Sin by Taylor Swift.)

[kaybugga]

Chris Sturniolo x Fem!Reader

Your ovulation hits you really hard while Chris is streaming, and you really can't wait.

Note: “ʚ♡ɞ” is a POV switch! NOT PROOF READ!

TW: Smut, p in v, getting caught, overstimulation, teasing, swearing, oral, (F receiving), mentions of ovulation

WC: 2.1k

Being a woman can be the worst. One week you’ll be suffering through your period, the next, you’re unbelievably horny because of ovulation.

Chris just has to be streaming with his brothers today. You, Nick, Chris, and Matt are all crowded into Matt’s room, the three brothers are in front of the camera, yapping about god-knows what. You’re sitting off to the side out of frame, scrolling on social media to make an attempt to distract you from the way Chris’ arms flex.

Why does he have to be so hot?

You’re not sure how much longer you can take, so you do the only logical thing, text him that you’re horny. You watch him glance down to his phone, raise a brow, and clearly look at the message you sent him. His eyes widen a bit before sending a reply. You smile a bit before continuing to text him.

Afterwards, you quietly get up from your seat and sneak out the door without being noticed over their yelling at a stupid video or some shit. You’re not really paying attention because the one thing you can pay attention to is the ache between your legs. You step into Chris’ room and can’t help but lay onto his bed, tossing a random shirt to the floor while you lean against the head of his bed, noticing his door open moments later.

“Fuucckk, Ma. You can’t send shit like that to me while I’m sitting there streaming. Y’know how hard it was to hide how turned on I was?”

Chris growls while locking the door and stalking towards the bed, his icy blue eyes clouded with desire. He doesn’t give you time to answer because before you know it, he’s pressing you down into his mattress with his right hand pinning both of yours above your head. You were not expecting him to act this way, not one bit.

ʚ♡ɞ

“$10 that he’s sitting in the bathroom scrolling through TikTok.”

Matt snickers as he reads the Twitch chat who are at their own little debate of what in the world Chris is doing right now.

“Y’know what? I’ll take that. Prepare to lose $10, bitch.”

Nick laughs while reading out a few donos. It’s safe to say neither chat or the two brothers will be guessing where their other triplet is, and what he’s doing.

ʚ♡ɞ

“Chris. . .”

You whine out now that he’s stripped you of your shirt and is teasing the ever living crap out of you, his tongue grazing over the peak of your nipples lightly while his unoccupied hand is toying with the waistband of your sweatpants.

“What is it, Ma?”

He groans against the valley of your breasts, licking a long stripe from his original spot all the way up to behind your ear, nipping against the soft skin ever so lightly.

“I need you so bad.”

You whine softly while trying to move your hips up into his. He lets out a deep chuckle and proceeds to take his shirt off; his hands immediately moving to hold your hips, his nails leaving slight imprints from how hard he’s holding onto you. His eyes don’t leave yours for even a second as his head moves down, down, down until he’s reached the band of your sweatpants. 

“Lift your hips, Ma, can’t help you unless these come off.”

He commands, and you imminently comply, hips lifting as he slips the comforting pants from your legs, tossing them somewhere on the floor. Shivers run through your body as he moves his head down to bite your inner thighs. You’re about to let out a small breathy moan as he gets closer to your heat, but his hand slaps over your mouth, leaving your eyes widened in shock.

“Matt and Nick are still streaming in there, want them to know what we’re doing?”

He asks with a small growl, and you shake your head ‘no’ in response, and slowly, his hand retreats from your mouth and back to your thighs.

ʚ♡ɞ

“What the fuck?”

Nick says while turning his head around the room, his gaze lingering lightly where Chris’ room would be.

“Did you not hear that?

Nick questions Matt with a raised brow. He could swear that he heard something, he just can't figure it out for the life of him.

“Dude, what are you on?”

Matt laughs as he reads chat questioning Nick’s sanity.

“I swear on my life I heard something, I shit you not.”

Nick insists with his hands going into his hair with wide eyes.

ʚ♡ɞ

“Ch-chris!”

You whine against his hand while he lays under the blanket as his tongue obliterates you. Before he dove underneath the blanket, he warned that there would be no stopping until he was done, and there would be absolutely not a sound that comes from your lips that isn’t his name or begging to finish.

“Ma, choose your next words carefully.” 

Chris hisses against your sore and abused clit. He’s been under that blanket for what feels like no time at all and forever at the same time. He’s acting like a starved man who simply can’t get enough of the way your sweet juices taste.

“P- please let me finish. I-’ve been qui-uiet like you asked.”

You say as you try to prevent the moans that want to so desperately escape from your lungs. He’s denied you to come for a while now, and the knot that forms and then disappears is getting borderline painful, but in such a delightful way. 

“I don’t know if you’ve earned that yet.”

He tuts against you while teasing your entrance with the tip of his tongue. You rut your hips forward, but are immediately stopped by his big hands gripping you harder and holding you in place. 

“Wow, you’re pretty desperate, huh?”

He chuckles darkly before letting you get the pleasure you ache so badly for. You let out a gasp that you quickly shut up with your teeth sinking into your bottom lip, dangerously close to drawing blood. Your eyes roll back into your head as his tongue bottoms out, every unforgiving movement drawing you closer to your orgasam.  

“C’mon, Ma, I know you're close.”

Chris chuckles teasingly before diving right back into your sopping wet pussy. Each chuckle or groan he lets out causes vibrations to travel through you. The knot becomes tighter, tighter, and tighter until it snaps. Your teeth sink into the palm of your hand to muffle the moans pushing past your lips. Your eyes push back inside your head while each sound around you becomes nothing but distant muffles. 

“Fuck, Chris.” 

You gasp when you come down from your high, feeling his lips suction onto you for just one last taste. You feel yourself shudder from the slight pop sound his lips make. He flips the blanket off himself and rises above to look down at you, leaving you with the perfect view of his abs and chest.

“Taste yourself on my lips, Ma.”

Chris instructs before capturing your lips in a desperate, hot kiss, reaching down to pump himself a few times, groaning against your lips as his red tip leaking of precum pushes against your opening. You hiss when he runs over your clit, and he lets out a dark chuckle.

“Still sensitive down there, Ma?”

He teases while lining himself up with you, and ever so slightly pushing his tip in. You nod before resting your head back onto a pillow. You already know keeping quiet is going to be a lot harder than you originally thought.

ʚ♡ɞ

“God damn, Chris is taking his sweet ass time.”

Matt complains while glancing through chat with one particular comment catching his eye.

“Oh my fucking god, what if he’s fucking his girlfriend in the other room?”

Matt gasps after reading more messages about the possibility, because turns out, the mics have picked up a lot more noises than Nick and Matt have been paying attention to.

“Ew! I hope not! That’s fucking gross, and such a nasty thing to do.” 

Nick complains while shaking his head, hoping the chat was wrong about what you and Chris could be doing, saying you both left the room, and are still gone.

ʚ♡ɞ

“Every time we fuck, you seem tighter and tighter.”

Chris groans after bottoming out. You’re being pushed into a mean mating press with a ball gag in your mouth. Chris was against using it at first, insisting that you’d be able to take it without making a noise, newsflash, you wouldn’t be able to even with all the hope he had for you. 

“Forget you can’t talk, guess that makes our job of keeping silent a whole lot easier, huh?”

Chris chuckles as he begins to pull out painfully slowly before just stopping as his tip rests inside you. You lift your head to see what he’s doing, mustering the most angry glare you can manage before he’s slamming into you at full force, his cock making a delightful squelching noise as it pushes its way into you. You forget what it’s like to feel without him so deep inside you as he does this over, and over, and over. He doesn’t stop doing this as he blabbers nonsense before speeding up. The sound of skin slapping against skin invades your ears while the sweet smell of sex pushes into your nose, making your eyes roll back in your head. 

ʚ♡ɞ

“Okay, I hear that shit now. They know my room is right here, right?”

Matt complains as he does the necessary things they would normally do to end a stream. Nick looks at him with an ‘I told you so’ look, making Matt roll his eyes. They go through their normal procedures of ending the stream, the faint sound of a rocking bed in a nearby room going through their mics.

“Can they… just… not?”

Nick asks while cringing at the sound of the bed hitting against Chris’ back wall and the soft sound of skin slapping on skin.

“So, I'm going up to my room, you’re welcome to join me.”

Nick says, standing up quicker than he’s ever done before and speed walking out of the room and up towards his own. Matt follows behind quickly while pulling his earbuds out of his pocket, hoping that music would drown the sound out.

ʚ♡ɞ

“F-fuck, Ma, I’m so- so close, i’m gonna come so deep inside you we never see another drop, got that?”

Chris huffs after you’ve come for the third time now. If your mouth wasn’t so rudely blocked, your lips would be parted with unmuffled moans spilling out without a filter. You try to nod, but simply can’t because of how good he’s fucked you dumb.

“Aww, is my baby so fucked dumb on my cock that she can’t talk?:

He says with a moan at the end as he hits your g-spot, making your back arch off the bed super far. The sound of skin on skin has lessened into something vile with your juices seeping from where you two meet with it plastering all over your inner thighs and forming the ring around the base of where he bottoms out.

He begins to ramble on about whatever as you feel your abdomen tighten at the sign of another orgasam, legs shaking as if there was an earthquake perfectly below you. You fail to hear what he says as a glass shattering feeling floods your system, the small, yet tight knot inside you exploding from the intense bliss.

“Fuck Ma, you always make me feel so fucking good.” 

Chris says tiredly as he reaches around your head to remove the gag, removing it as a string of saliva connects your lips and the ball. 

“Hey, Ma, can ya’ hear me? I need you here with me.”

He says, pressing a kiss to your head and tapping your lips slightly. Your vision unblurs and your hearing unmuffles. Your eyes focus on the sweaty view of Chris hovering above. A small silver chain dangles from his neck with hair plastered to his forehead, if you weren’t delirious right now, you’d cherish the view.

“Hey love.”

You mumble lowly before hearing a small slightly worried chuckle. You hear him say something, but aren’t sure completely what it is as your eyes begin to drift closed from how tired you are. When he comes back to the room, you’re barely awake.

“Hey Ma, you alright?”

Chris asks while approaching the bed where you tiredly nod. He hums in response before taking the warm, damp cloth to your sore pussy, gently cleaning you to the best of his abilities. You let out pained hisses every time he runs over your center, getting soft apologies from him. As a response. Once he’s done, he glances towards the wall where his and Matt’s room meet, hoping he or the stream- Oh shit, the stream.

[mywifealhaitham]

pre release boothill relationship headcanons!!!

a/n: I'm fiending off crumbs... I've wanted to read some x reader of him but theres none so I gotta write it myself. I hope the other 4 boothill fans enjoy

warnings: gn!reader, like 2 gendered pet names (pretty girl/boy), most of this is written with bias because we don't have alot to go off, obviously written prerelease, when we actually get content of him I'll definitely be rewriting

LEAKS AHEAD!!!

bc: Valentine_DD_ on twt

- Boothill is described as a righteous person if his bottom line doesn't get crossed, so he definitely treats you good. probably more on the protective side when it comes to you, he's probably not afraid to use his gun if someone is threatening you.

- and believe me he's intimidating. from his overall tough and "unruly" cowboy look to his mechanical body it leaves enemies just a little challenged. he lowers his voice too and probably has a more fierce look in his eyes too. after any threats have been delt with he probably turns to you and turns into the sweetest thing ever, a wide grin across his face and his hands on your cheeks peppering you with small kisses.

- Its said he's a bit sophisticated due to his experiences so I'd like to imagine sometimes he charms you with facts and details about other planets or just genuinely sharing some tips and tricks he's picked up from other cultures. he's also a person who can get along with others pretty well but he can easily give strangers an impression he's selfish and is a bad person.

- again this kinda feeds into he's basically you'd guard dog... but I mean who wouldn't want to be saved by a handsome and sweet cowboy. despite his unpredictable personality and looks he's a huge gentleman for sure. always opens doors and pulls out chairs for you, makes sure your behind him and okay if any danger approaches and practically listens to your every command (lowkey giving off my girl and I don't argue she tells me to shut up and I do)

- one part I'm so excited to see is what they mean by he's illiterate and using metaphors. it's probably just him using slang but it's still kinda cute. I feel like his cheesy and strange metaphors turn into pick up lines when talking to you. perhaps he'll pull a "did it hurt when you fell from heaven?" or something cheesier. Definitely a huge nickname guy, almost never uses your real name. I'm guessing he'd use stuff like doll, sugar, baby, pretty girl/boy and more teasing names. heavy on doll and sugar and just imagine him saying it in a deep southern accent... 😍 kicking my feet. also I imagine he loves making you giggle by not cursing (because he literally cant) and normally he'd get pissed if someone laughed at him like that if it's you he doesn't mind at all.

- that's pretty much it for like analyzing the leaks I saw but now the stuff up ahead is just bias yapping because I always project

- HE DEFINITELY IS A HAND KISSER. greets you by getting on one knee, holding his hat to his chest and kissing your hand. makes eye contact with you too and does that toothy smirk of his IM SWOONINGGG

- maybe he's a dancer! pulls you into his arms and places his hat on your head when a good song plays in taverns. even if your clueless on any type of dances then he'll pull you along to the beat whispering Instructions in your ear.

- gets so lovesick when drunk it drives everyone mad. any folks he's sitting with at a bar gets a whole speech on his wonderful beautiful darling who he owes his live and would happily die by their hand. and may God save you when you come pick him up because he'll be all over you. Immediately he wraps a arm around your waist as he slurrs his hello as he proceeds to tell you he loves you like 40 times. besides the mass amounts of kisses you'll receive once you both reach a private spot he let's some feelings that he might be too shy to share normally, holding your face as he calls you his pretty girl/boy and how he's so lucky to have you.

- honestly not the best for cuddling however unfortunately he needs to cuddle you to sleep so goodluck! his metal body isn't completely uncomfortable it's just cold alot. he tries to get around this by literally preheating himself with blankets before you go to bed.

very bad boothill brainrot atm... only a few more weeks until we get official content 😭 everyone hold hands we got this

here's the actual leaks if anyone is curious ^_^

[ktjislove1119]

(๑>؂•̀๑) how they act when they're drunk

pairing : p1harmony x male reader

rating : fluffy and comedy bc im funny <3

requested : yes !!! thank u for ur request <3 plss dont b afraid to send me some more, no matter who or if its ot6 (it just might take me a thousand years...) i love getting requests sm hehe

warnings : obvs mention of alcohol and being intoxicated

ᯓᡣ𐭩 yoon keeho

i see keeho as an EMOTIONAL DRUNK, like incredibly vocal about everything he is feeling at all times. he acts just like an incredibly clingy, emotional drunk that won’t get off of you. we already know how touchy he is when hes sober (rip jiung LMAO), imagine that when he’s 1. super sensitive 2. constantly wanting to feel love from you, his boyfriend, and 3. incredibly vocal about everything but especially — wanting to physical touch from you. you’d probably have to reason with him for twenty minutes why you need to leave him for twenty seconds just to piss.

“kyo, i need to pee so bad, i don’t think you get it,”

“no! you don’t get how, if you leave me here, i’ll die. i’ll seriously die. i think i’ll stop breathing or something.”

“that won’t happen.”

“you won’t know that for sure until it happens — and then what?!”

you eventually have to settle for bringing him into the bathroom where he has the right mind to just stand in the corner in silence while you do your business. it’s a really funny sight, his head hanging low and an obvious pout on his lips.

“i feel like” is the beginning of a lot of his sentences where he proceeds to explain everything he is feeling about everything in grand detail. it’s a cute thing he does, but sometimes you do have to cut him off because he has zero filter and could possibly end up offending someone (”i feel like that girl’s boyfriend right across the couch from us, that’s staring right at us, with the really ugly outfit is really, really, ugl-” “oh! wow, shouldn’t you be drinking some more water, kyo? hahah…”)

he apologizes several times throughout the night for being so bothersome, but really, it’s not that big of a deal. just because you have to listen to him ramble for a little longer than usual and sometimes choose your words more carefully, but it really isn’t as if it’s the end of the world. just be sure to reassure him at the end of the night that you didn’t mind keeping him company and stuff and he’ll be a happy man.

“i’m sorry for being so much when i’m drunk…and always saying i won’t get drunk like this again,” he whispers softly, his hand playing with your fingers as your sat in the now quiet living space. you retract your hand from his, moving it to play with his loose strands of hair.

“it’s okay, i don’t really mind, y’know? i’ll always be here,” your smile melts his heart and for some reason he starts crying.

“i just love you so much and i don’t know what i did to deserve you, you’re the perfect boyfriend and i’m just here crying, i’m sorry,” his sobs get progressively louder and it takes everything in you to not chuckle at his abnormally emotional self. you just comfort him, whispering sweet nothings into his ear until he properly calms down into an eventual nap.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 choi taeyang

i think theo is the type of drunk to either go COMPLETELY SILENT or COMPLETELY YAP someone’s ear off. he already has so much to say when he’s sober (he’s so funny i love him), so when he’s drunk, that either gets amplified to a million or completely shut down. the night could look like you constantly asking him if he’s okay as he stares off into the void or you having to constantly stop him from causing a really messy altercation with his unfiltered opinions. he acts like a complete prince to you, though, trust he will bat his eyes all pretty and pretend as if he didn’t just insult a person to filth right in front of you.

on the nights where he goes silent, you have to constantly just nudge him and ask if he’s okay. he looks up at you with wide, blank and slowly nods his head, which makes you reiterate your question, and he does the same thing. it’s a little bit scary how quiet and to himself he gets, but at least you don’t have worry about him bouncing off the walls idk. if he ever needs help with something or just wants your attention, he will just tug on you or your clothes, literally being silent the entire time.

feeling a lazy hand pull on yours, you turn to taeyang and raise your brows in question. he motions over to the bottle of water in his hands (that he had gotten himself when you weren’t looking) and makes a twisting motion with his freehand. obviously, you comply, opening the water bottle for him and handing it over without question.

“you feeling okay?” you ask softly, sitting next to him and brushing his hair aside. he nods after gulping down the water, leaning against your shoulder and taking a deep breath. he’s so mellowed out like this that he falls asleep on your shoulder and stays like that until he wakes. he goes to sleep thankful that he has such a patient boyfriend and a smile on his face, his hand reaching for and holding yours before he knocks out.

on the other hand, if you’re dealing with the loud and chaotic taeyang, i wish you all the best…this man is a straight menace. there is a high chance he could end up pissing off the wrong person at some point of the night and you need to drag him out of a situation before it gets really bad. he’s a very straightforward man, obviously, but when he’s sober he has a filter most of the time and knows the right time and place. when he’s drunk, that differentiation he has for that goes out the window.

“why did you wear those pants and shirt, they’re ugly together.” he says frankly to a drunk keeho, whose face scrunches up at the blatant insult and looks as if he is about to cry, which taeyang then eggs on, “wait don’t cry, that’d be really sad if the reason you were to cry is because of your own decision,”

“taeyang, enough! oh my god,” you say, pulling him away from the keeho who was now curled up on the floor and clutching his clothes.

“oh, hi, baby,” he grins and throws an arm around your shoulder, dragging you down immensely with his weight, “i didn’t see you there,” a cheesy line he says almost every time he’s drunk, “do you like my outfit today? i chose it with you in mind,” he blows you a kiss and you have to hold yourself back from smooshing his face with your hand.

“just shh, please, before you say something so cheesy-”

“woah! that girl’s boyfriend is really ugly! should we help her? do you think he’s holding her hostage?!” his loud, booming voice fills the room and it takes everything in you to not abandon him there to fend for himself.

immediately, you bow to the couple and say quick apologies and move to hopefully move taeyang away from the scene. but he just puts more gasoline on the fire by kindly saying, “miss, do you need help? put the number three up if that strange man is bothering you!”

“taeyang, please, shut up!”

ᯓᡣ𐭩 choi jiung

oh my god jiung gets really PHILOSOPHICAL, like really philosophical. and he gets a little sappy, but most of the time he reels it in before he gets overly emotional. out of nowhere, he’ll ask you the most complex moral questions or things about the universe and fate and stuff like that, then immediately follow it up with, “oh, well, whatever :D” as if he didn’t just make you rethink your life choices. but it ends up being a sweet behavior of his because it somehow ends with him bashfully praising you and being explicitly very thankful for the relationship the two of you have.

“i read somewhere,” he starts and you knew that you were in for a rough one, “that some people believe that they’re connected with their soulmate through an invisible red string. have you ever heard of that?”

“i have,”

“do you believe in it?”

“…i don’t know, that’s a really complex subject — fate and stuff,”

he shrugs, looking onward at seemingly nothing, “i don’t think it’s that believable but then i think about us and i start to believe in stuff like that,” there’s a long pause before he says, “but also, i think fate isn’t completely responsible for us meeting. i don’t know how to explain it, but i don’t want to give all the credit of our relationship to something like fate — i feel like we’re more than that, y’know?”

his question leaves you contemplating everything about your relationship, trying to think like jiung and imagine.

“if people believe that there is a string connecting them to their soulmate, they probably would leave everything up to fate and not actively search for their soulmate, right? i don’t think that was the case with me — well, i wasn’t always trying to find someone for me, but i don’t…hm, i don’t know how to word it. what do you think?”

“i think…” there’s silence as you think about how to formulate your words, settling on, “i just know i love you, jiung, it shouldn’t be that complicated.”

he processes your words for a couple of seconds before laughing as if you had said the funniest thing in the world. the type of laugh that makes him drop his jaw and release gasps for air from how hard he was laughing. his hand was now holding yours and he’s squeezing as if his life depends on it.

“you’re right,” he manages in between gasps of air, “you’re right. i love you too, that’s enough,” he drops his head into your shoulder where he hums in content, “yes, i should just think about how lucky i am to even have you — no matter how it happened or what the chances were because that doesn’t matter now. what matters now is that we are now together,” he links your pinkies together, grinning wide like a child, “i love it, how we’re so connected.”

“by that string you were talking about?” you tease, making him shake his head.

“no, just how we work together and how you love me and how i love you,”

his heartfelt words and unusually very sincere considering his current state, but you accept them with a genuine smile and knocking of his forehead against yours. a drunk man’s words are his sober thoughts, or however the saying goes.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 hwang intak

intak…he’s so funny bruh. he’s an ENTERTAINER drunk, the party guy that ends up getting all the attention, but really that wasn’t his end goal. he’s definitely the type to pretend to want all the attention on him, but really he just wants to impress you…even though you’re already dating…he wants to be the only one you look at and will put on a show in order for that to happen.

someone was urgently calling your name, following it up with your boyfriends and something about the pool. obviously, concerned for his safety, you drop everything and rush to the backyard where the pool was.

“oh, there he is,” intak cheers, walking over and picking you up with his strong arms, “i was wondering where my baby was,” he’s sloppily kissing your cheek after that comment and grinning ear to ear the entire time.

“what’s going on? are you alright?” you ask, immediately concerned for his health.

“i’m fine, are you okay?” he shoots back, tilting his head to the side with a pout, “you feel good?”

“i feel great, but someone said something about you and a pool so i came running as soon as i heard,” you explained, taking in the scene and realizing that there were now people eagerly awaiting something.

“oh! that’s nothing!” he cheerfully says, booping your nose with his finger, “mr. worry over here, huh? that shows how much you love me, y’know?” he begins dragging you off to go inside, but someone from the surrounding crowd shouts.

“wait, intak!! you said you’d hold your breath underwater for two minutes! come on, man, i already bet money that you’d be able to!!”

intak grins ear to ear, not at all bothered by the person shouting, “oh! i’m not doing that anymore, sorrryyy!!” his apology is elongated with his voice dragging out the last syllable.

“what?! you can’t do that!”

“i just did — pfttt!” he sticks his tongue out and blows a raspberry before completely dragging you inside and into the house, “babe, wanna watch me stuff three cupcakes in my mouth?” he curiously asks, which you obviously deny in fear of his wellbeing (three cupcakes? he’d definitely choke on them and you were not aware of how to do the Heimlich maneuver).

“no, it’s okay intak,” you politely decline, making your way to the icebox that hopefully has spare waterbottles.

“did you know i could drink an entire water bottle in under seven seconds? here, let me show you-”

“no, no, it’s okay intak,” you repeat, grabbing his hand that was reaching for the bottle and putting it back to his side, “just drink the water normally okay?”

his eyes are just full of so much love, slightly tinged red, with his naturally red blushing cheeks and he obediently nods yes.

“yesss, sirrr!” he chants, going to drink the water at a normal pace.

after sitting down for a couple of seconds, you begin scanning the room for any free space you two could occupy. but intak interprets it as you losing interest in him so he says something drastic to get your attention again, “wanna see me do a backflip off the counter? i finally learned how to! (he did not.)”

“no, it’s okay, intak,” you repeat once more, smoothing out his hair and smiling softly at him. “how about i watch you get comfortable on the couch over there where you can take a breather?”

“well, as long as you watch me,” he agrees, a carefree smile on his face as he lets you guide him to the couch.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 haku shota

shota just likes sticking by your side when he’s drunk, a SILENT CLINGY drunk. hes an introverted extrovert so he only really wants to be near someone that he feels completely comfortable with, which at the top of that list would be you. he hangs by your side, almost completely silent. and when he isn’t silent, it’s the quietest random noises that he makes to get your attention.

“do you want some more water?” you ask your boyfriend, noticing that he was now nursing an empty water bottle. his big dark eyes look up at you and he nods his head in confirmation. you stand up to get the beverage and he follows suit, shooting up out of his sitting position and clinging to your arm as you navigate through the crowd.

it’s funny too because when he’s drunk he has a really weird and unexplainable possessive streak??? he is still silent when showing that possessiveness, so it really just looks and sounds like a jealous puppy that is following you around and trying to keep as many strangers away from you as possible. it’s cute since its incredibly harmless and it doesn’t warner any scolding or quick apologies from you whenever he does show any territorial behavior, instead you just look at his cute annoyed expression and appease him.

on the way to get his water, there was someone in the crowd that had recognized you and wanted to catch up. not seeing a problem with that, because there really isn’t any in the first place, you obliged and began chatting with them. it was a friendly convo, the person even greeting the silent shota by your side, but the man didn’t acknowledge them. after explaining how your boyfriend was a little out of it due to his intoxication, the person nodded in understanding. and shota thought that that would be the end of it…to his immense displeasure, the person didn’t leave you guys alone. and he was starting to feel more and more annoyed at their presence. he wrapped his hand around yours and squeezed tight enough that it got your attention. finally having your eyes on him, he batted his eyes at you innocently and motioned over to the empty water bottle you were still holding. remembering why you had even gotten up in the first place, you excuse yourself and soul from the conversation, which made smile in accomplishment.

“thank you,” he quietly whispers after accepting the water from you, leaning in for a soft kiss. you smile at his gentle behavior, immediately kissing back and then pulling away to let him drink some. he eagerly looks around like a lost puppy, as if he’s trying to find something. and just as you’re about to question him, he puts his head down in defeat and simply drinks.

“what was that?” you chuckle, bringing him in closer and smiling at his now slightly wet lips and sparkling eyes.

“nothing,” he says, leaning in for several more pecks in a row — which you obviously comply to. his clingy behavior and craving for your lips against his doesn’t falter at all through the night, but no one is complaining.

(he was trying to see if the person that was “bothering” you two earlier had seen the two of you be all lovey-dovey, but he couldn’t find them in the crowd)

ᯓᡣ𐭩 kim jongseob

jongseob is so funny when he’s drunk in the sense he’s a YAPPING and CLINGY mess, but SHYYY at the same time. at the beginning of the night, it isn’t that bad, to be honest. he’s capable of taking care of himself and standing on his own (literally and figuratively lmao) and even engaging in coherent conversation with others, but after a while he just wants to talk to you. yes, he’s still talking (probably about anything and everything too), but he just wants to stick by your side. oh, he’s also a really big blushing mess — acting like you guys are in middle school all over again and it's your first day as an officla couple, sometimes forgets you guys are actually dating and it’s not just a one sided crush (poor seobie lmao)

you and jongseob were sitting on the sidelines of the party. close enough that your legs were touching each others, but definitely not super cuddly on top of each other. your boyfriend was talking on and on about a vast variety of topics, sounding as if he was speaking in tongue twisters, but you really were trying your hardest to keep up. you were looking forward, but after hearing him stutter over his words a little, you turned to look towards him.

unsurprisingly, his eyes were already watching you and when you made eye contact he ducked his head down and began fiddling with his fingers. it was adorable, but it made you confused because ? did you have something on your face? or was he just not feeling good because the alcohol was catching up to him.

“you alright, babe?” his cheeks go ablaze at the pet name, but he aggressively nods his head to prove that he was fine.

“you wanna keep telling me about the progress of your island in animal crossing, then? i was really invested, y’know?” you grin and scoot closer to him, putting your arm around his seat and getting more comfortable.

“you were listening?” he asks quietly, hyper aware that your bodies were now much closer and you were leaning into him.

“of course i was, seob,” you answer easily, sighing in content. jongseob shyly holds your hand and moves closer to you, his face feeling as if it were going to explode from how hard he was blushing. he’s acting as if you haven’t been dating for the longest time.

give the two of you ten minutes uninterrupted and you’ll find jongseob shamelessly holding you close as he mutters mindless nothings as a way of staying awake. you offer several times to just go home, but he stubbornly argues that you two are too comfortable too move.

“i really like your eyes,” he says, studying your face and then pursing his lips, “but your nose is also really nice…and your lips, even your ears…unfair,” he sighs, dropping his head to rest on the couch cushion to his left as he faces you head on. you laugh at what seems to be a very serious dilemma for him, running your hand up and down his arm.

“what are you talking about, seob? you’re the prettiest guy i know, much prettier and more handsome than me,” you compliment to lift his spirits, but obviously all the sincerity is still there, “especially your smile,”

he buries his head into the cushion and you swear you hear him scream (?), but the music surrounding you guys could be making you delusional (you’re not he really did scream).

your boyfriend continues being a shy mess for as long as he’s drunk then begs for you to forget everything he said and how he acted when he’s sobered up because he’s so embarrassed.

[dearjoons]

🥁BANDMATE!JIMIN HEADCANNONS

warnings: he’s lwk an asshole. garageband!au. bassguitarist!reader. mid 2000s. smoking. tae, kook, & yoongs are the other members. (emo bangtan save me)

lulu speaks: um hi🧍🏻‍♀️very slight variation of skaterboy!jimin bc im still at the restaurant. he’s rodrick heffley in a different font 😌 ( a bit more of a dick)

𖤐 bandmate!jimin who drums like he’s fighting someone—sticks flying, muscles flexed, jaw clenched, sweat dripping down his temple—and then he throws you a cocky little grin mid-song. you die.

𖤐 bandmate!jimin who taps his drumsticks on everything. his thigh, your kitchen countertop, your spine when he walks behind you.

𖤐 bandmate!jimin who taught you how to light a cigarette once a few years ago, and ended up liking how the smoke curled out of your mouth just a little too much. now, he always lights them for you without warning—placing one between your open lips mid-sentence, flicking his lighter, watching you like it’s art.

𖤐 bandmate!jimin who calls you “bass bitch” when he’s being annoying, but if someone outside the band even utters an insult your way, he’ll come back grinning with a busted lip.

𖤐 bandmate!jimin who bites back a laugh whenever you make a joke. he thinks you’re hilarious, he’s just got a reputation to uphold.

𖤐 bandmate!jimin who insists on sharing cigarettes with you because it’s “half the lung damage”. it’s really because he likes the taste your lipgloss leaves on the head of the cigarette.

𖤐 bandmate!jimin who lounges around your house after rehearsal. see, it’d be normal since your other bandmates do it—jungkook curled up in the living room couch, yoongi petting your family cat, taehyung rummaging through your pantry—but of course it’s not normal. because jimin insists on sitting on your countertop…shirtless.

𖤐 bandmate!jimin who hates when you flirt with other guys, which he makes half-apparent with little comments like “he looks like a douche”, “does he even know what real music is?” later that night, he plays his drums harder than he ever has before. he can’t meet your eyes. callouses form on the parts of his hand where he grips his sticks.

𖤐 bandmate!jimin who almost missed his starting cue when you wore ripped fishnets and combat boots to a gig. after the show, you muttered “what the hell was that?”. he didn’t talk the whole ride home. wouldn’t look you in the eye, either.

𖤐 bandmate!jimin who will say things like, “that’s an ugly ass shirt,” and then proceed to stare you down like you are the only woman on the planet.

𖤐 bandmate!jimin who once got caught sketching you in the margins of a setlist by yoongi. he didn’t even look up, just said, “you better keep your mouth shut if you wanna keep your hands.”

𖤐 bandmate!jimin who carved your initials in his nth pair of drumsticks. he took care of them like they were made of gold.

𖤐 bandmate!jimin who smudges his eyeliner just right.

𖤐 bandmate!jimin who insists on burning you new CDs every few weeks. they’re full of songs that are inside jokes, sprinkled with some of his faves. sandwiched in between songs are short voice recordings of him either yapping your ear off or mumbling lyrics he thought of when he was stoned.

𖤐 bandmate!jimin who always smells like that shitty, stupid cologne he stole from his older brother.

𖤐 bandmate!jimin who silently admires the way you manage to play the most toe-curling guitar solo with your bare fingers—sometimes with fresh, short acrylics on.

lulu speaks pt2: hi i don’t like this ok bye

masterlist. navigation.

[thegnomelord]

#23 with male reader and soap. After a mission m!reader helps him clean himself in the shower maybe because soap got injured on the field or just really sore. And he washes off the blood/dust/dirt and helps dry him off and it turns into something kinda fluffy. I just wanna play with this man's stupid mohawk so bad.

Honestly me too, I just see that strip of hair and get the urge to tug on it, completely forgetting the man's fictional 😅 Ended up writing washing his hair and showering together because hyperfixation lol Play the game HERE.

Prompt: Washing their hair

CW: NSFW but no sex, non sexual nudity, M reader, showering together, hair washing, just fluffy fluffy fluff.

As much as you care about Soap, you've got to admit he's a bit of a dumbass, a reckless dumbass to boot. You tell him to be careful and what does he do? End up falling out of a second story window and rolling down a good 60 feet down a muddy hill while chasing after a target. You hear him swear the entire way down from where you're tucked away safely behind the sight of your sniper rifle.

By the time you get back to base Johnny feels as miserable as he looks, covered in so much mud you can't see his skin and his entire back wreathed in dull throbbing pain, not to mention the numerous cuts and scraps. And that's on top of Price chewing him out about safety and Ghost and Gaz teasing him the entire flight back to base.

"Not a word lad," He growls, giving you the stink eye. "Price already yapped me ear off." Soap turns to his heel in an attempt to head to the communal showers, biting his lip to stop himself from swearing out god, king, and country when his muscles scream at him.

"Wasn't going to." You stop him, one firm hand tugging on his bulletproof vest so you don't jostle him too much, though even that has drops of mud splashing on your clothes. "Come on, you can shower in my room."

He looks at you skeptically, but it doesn't take much to sway his mind when you offer him simple comforts; privacy, warm hands to wash away the days pains, a warmer body to remind him he's alive. He follows you without a word, neither one of you caring about the mud you track— tomorrow's problems.

"Foooock." The groan comes deep from his bones, perfectly encapsulating all he feels as you methodically unclip his gear, taking the world's weight off his shoulders and dropping it haphazardly on the bathroom's tiled floor. "Feel like a fockin' hog," He frowns.

"Look like you rolled in a pig sty." You helpfully supplement, receiving a few words in Gaelic which you don't even attempt to understand, though the humor in his tone is crystal clear even when you take hold of the bottom of his shirt; the mud and grime had gone through every layer of clothing, leaving not a single inch of skin clean.

He attempts to raise his arms to help you, only to suddenly yell out a "Oh ye fockin' cunt!" when pain flares from his shoulder down the entire length of his spine. You swear you hear his spine crack at least a dozen times by the time you pull his shirt off his mud wet skin.

"You sound like an old geezer." You chuckle to lighten the mood, dropping to your knees to untie his shoelaces and take off his boots, then the rest of his clothes.

"Says the bloke who's left knee tells the weather." He bites back, a bit of teeth on display as he grimaces, another few curses leaving his lips when he has to lower his arm. "Or tries to, yer got as much accuracy as the bloody reporters on the telly."

"Starting to complain like one too," You add, not at all surprised when Soap proceeds to brush his muddy hand across your face. "Of you fucker," Your words gain a childish little giggle from him, and he lets you guide him into the shower.

Your bathroom's one of the few that has a tub in it —a relic of past tenants before the army remodeled the base into an actual military installation— you had to bribe Price with a lot of high quality cigars to get it, but every penny was worth it. There's a tap as well as a detachable showerhead up top that Johnny eagerly uses, turning the water hot and just standing under the stream while you disrobe.

The clean water turns muddy the second it hits his skin, brown muck swirling around your feet as you step into the tub behind him. "How's that sweetheart?" You ask, taking the soap bottle and squirting a heavy amount onto your hands, not bothering with a sponge and instead using your fingers to wash away the dirt on his skin.

"Heaven." Johnny sighs, his muscles fluttering beneath your hands, mud and blood washing away to reveal deep blooming bruises across his back. "Shite, that hits the spot." He leans against you, the slow but firm pressure of your fingers massaging the sore muscles around the blotchy bruises making him groan. You lean in to place gentle kisses on the darkest bruises, "So good fer me bonnie," he hums, using his arms the best he can to at least wash the mud off his face.

You two float in a sort of mindless space where nothing outside the shower matters, the sound of water running and Soap's occasional groan filling your ears, all your focus on the way your hands rub him down; from shoulders to his back, down to his feet and then back up to his face when he turns around.

Once the water runs clear again you turn off the shower and start the tap so the tub fills with enough water to keep him warm, maneuvering him to sit in the tub while you step out to dry yourself off and put on boxers.

"Don't need ta be pampered like a show mutt," He grumbles, the hot water easing the soreness in his frame and making his exhaustion prominent, Johnny's eyelids starting to droop despite his best efforts to stay awake.

"I know, but you hair's a damn crow's nest." You snort, running your fingers through the mess on his head and showing the gunk stuck on your fingers, hell, you even pull a damn twig out.

His eyes widen, "Well fock me," Soap grimaces, gives a bone deep sigh as you settle behind him, sitting partially on the tub. Cupping water in your palms you rub your fingers down the length of his mohawk, loosening the dirt sticking to the strands until rivulets of watery mud run down his neck.

"Maybe later." You both chuckle, squirting the shampoo Soap always loves to smell on you in your hand and lathering your palms up before bringing them back to his hair. Soap mumbles something, leaning his head into your hands whenever you scratch a particularly itchy spot on his scalp.

His head tips back as much as his aching shoulders let him, his eyes settling on your face. I got it made, he thinks to himself, desperately trying to keep his eyelids open so he can see how you focus on even a simple task like washing his hair. Every brush of your fingers across his dirty strands fills his chest with lingering warmth, every scratch of your nails across his scalp making his eyes droop just a bit more.

Johnny doesn't even notice the slight sting when you occasionally tug on a knot, your touch making his mind buzz pleasantly like the low background static of a TV on late nights, and Soap doesn't realize he's dosing off.

You notice how he leans against your leg, leaning over to see his eyes closed and chest steadily rising and falling. You let him sleep for a bit while you finish up cleaning his hair and then use the detachable shower head to wash the bubbly shampoo off.

"What is'it?" He mumbles when you gently shake him awake, eyelids fluttering open and shut.

"Need you to get up Johnny." You hum and it's laughable how easily he follows your instructions, needing a bit of help to stand up when his back still aches like hell, a shiver racing down his spine as the cold air of your bathroom nips at his skin. "Fock, do'ah look like a snowman?" He grumbles at the cold.

You chuckle instead of saying anything, silencing any other complaints with sweet kisses on his lips as you towel him dry.

Soon after you two are huddled under the covers, his body draped over yours and using your chest as a pillow. Your fingers card through his slightly damp hair, the soft brown strands like feathers against your skin and your touch making him sigh and melt against you.

"Hey lad?" He suddenly says, voice a gentle whisper; like he's about to reveal a secret kept from the world — something only meant for you.

"Yeah Johnny?" You ask, a few stars reflecting in his blue eyes from your window.

Your heart melts at the soft and goody smile he gives you, "Love you." he says, leaning his head into your hand that's in his hair.

You smile and lean your head to kiss him, "Love you too," You mutter against his lips, and when you pull away he's already drifted off to sleep like a babe, soft breath tickling your skin and arms possessively wrapped around your waist like you'll disappear.

But you catch the way he smiles in his sleep.

[catwouthats]

Thinking of how Kerdly would care for each other if the other was sick.

Berdly would pretend he knows what he’s doing, immediately make it worse and proceed to freak out and go to Noelle. He’d then learn what Kris actually needs and do all that shit for them (cold towel on forehead, shittily made soup, etc), but he’d be very stuck on the “they might need a distraction from pain” part (and forget about the needing rest part), so he’d yap their ear off. Kris on the other hand would either instantly know what to do because they’ve rented out library books about all their friends OR they would assume stupid shit. Like they would eat Berdly’s food in front of him, Berdly would be confused with his mouth open in shock, then Kris would grab his beak and spit all of it out into his mouth. Berdly would obviously choke and start to go on a rant, but then immediately shut up once Kris starts grooming his feathers. OR WAIT Kris would know what to do from books but pretend they don’t know so that Berdly could feel smart while teaching them.

[glitterforashes]

Hey, idk if you’re still active but if you are could you do Larry HC please!

𝐒𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮 ; 𝐋𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

>>>>> heyyy chat so contrary to popular belief i am indeed alive (but barely) and upon remembering i do have a page and multiple people who would like to hear from me i decided to drop a lil single iykwim 🔥. no but on a srs note im sorry for disappearing and I hope u enjoy! thank you for requesting, lovely <3

is the modern day Bob Ross

has so many pairs of jeans with paint and pen marks all over them

regularly walks around with a blunt tucked behind his ear

is actually the sweetest dude ever

is way smarter than you’d think he is

regularly asks to paint you, only to end up painting something completely different

walks you to your classes at school (on accident. you always end up crossing paths and then he starts yapping and forgets you two dont have the same classes and proceeds to have to sprint to make it to his own class on time)

yall first met through the elevator. you were waiting for it, and the doors opened, and he was inside with earbuds in very aggressively playing an air-guitar solo. stood up straight the second he realized you were there and then refused to speak or look at you for the elevator ride. was so embarrassed he wanted to cry. he told Sally about it. Sally laughed at him so hard he started coughing.

you started seeing him around more often after that, and you two became friends

your name in his phone is “Blink” because when you first met all you did was stare at him then blink very slowly.

his name in your phone is “Master of Puppets”. i will not be elaborating

you spend a lot of time in his apartment

his mom has stopped asking if you’ll be over, just asks when so she knows if she needs to make extra supper.

he steals YOUR clothes. if you accidentally leave a tshirt at his place you’ll never see it again

stares unblinkingly at you sometimes. it freaks you out.

“larry. im about to poke you in the eye.”

“oh, my bad dude.”

you two have a best-friends-that-get-asked-if-they’re-dating-constantly-and-say-no-but-would-also-marry-each-other kind of friendship

is a rememberer. remembers every little thing you tell him. you like apples? there will be apples at his place next time for you. you dont like being cold? he turns his ceiling fan off when you come around.

is very attentive, but nobody would ever know because he never comments on what he sees.

you signed him up for Homecoming King elections one year. he did NOT find it as funny as you did.

he won.

the popular kids were pissed.

he was pissed.

you laughed your ass off.

has LED’s in his room. they’re always blue or red.

paints his nails

tried to pierce his own ears once. it didn’t work. he showed up at your door with a stud earrings poking through his earlobe and blood running down his neck.

“larry what the freak did you do.”

“earrings :(“

likes to cuddle once he gets more comfortable with you

if you two are sitting on the couch together, his arm is permanently over the back of it and by default around you in a way

manspreads like no other. its so annoying.

actually is a gentleman and very considerate

doesn’t ever flirt with you too hard or initiate physical touch, lets you do it to avoid making you uncomfortable

is playful

“larry, you’re standing too close.” “scared you’re gonna fall in love?” “you wish.”

once you two are very comfortable around each other he’ll come up behind you and rest his chin on your shoulder or on top of your head and slink his arms around your waist real lazily.

“whatcha doin?” “minding my business.”

at first, if you stayed the night, he’d sleep on the floor despite your protests and let you sleep in his bed.

now you two share his bed, and occasionally wake up with your legs tangled together.

loves being little spoon even though he would never tell anybody but you that fact.

bagel bite enthusiast.

larry chucked a sweater at you as you sat on his bed, poised and rigid, trying to be a good model for his still-life portrait of you. “what’s this for?” you asked. although majority of his body was hidden behind the canvas, you could see the slight movements of his arms and shoulders as he moved the paint brush across the scene. “you’re shivering.” he stated shortly, clearly in focus mode. although you didn’t know how he could manage to focus so diligently with Sanity Falls blaring from his record player and filling every crevice of the room.

“sorry.” you said, quickly tugging the sweater on then re-assuming your previous pose. you didn’t know why you agreed to model for him every time he asked. zero out of ten times has the portrait ever actually turned out to be a portrait of you. once, he literally made you pose for an hour just to end up painting a picture of himself riding a unicorn. you were pretty sure he had smoked a little more than his body weight could handle that day. his brown eyes peeked from over the canvas every so often, observing you, which you didn’t mind. larry had probably seen more of your body than you cared to admit, or realize, considering you two felt more than comfortable changing in front of each other and sleeping with just tshirts and underwear on in the same room.

it felt like hours had passed before you saw larry rise from his seat on the stool, his knees and elbows popping loudly as he stretched. “alright. the genius has concluded his work.” he smirked, glancing at you through his lashes. “larry, i don’t even think you know how to spell concluded.” you teased as you followed his lead, standing and stretching and groaning as your muscles began to loosen again.

“so, what creature did you paint this time?” you walked towards him but he grabbed the canvas and held it close to him, squinting his eyes at you. “uhm, you can’t see it.” he said sassily. “uhm, ‘i cant see it’ my left nut! i just sat and posed for two hours dude, let me see!” you advanced on him and reached your hand out to grab the canvas but he ducked away, extending an arm out to keep you at a distance. “okay! fine, but you have to stand there,” he pointed to a spot a few steps away, “and close your eyes.”

you pursed your lips and rolled your eyes, putting your hands on your hips as you dramatically took a few steps back and closed your eyes. “gosh, how atrocious could it be if i need to close my eyes first?” you said. usually, he’d chuckle or laugh, but he didn’t this time. you heard some rustling and then a beat of silence before he said, “okay, open them.”

you opened your eyes and your hands immediately flung to your mouth, covering it as your eyes widened. in front of you was larry, in all his messy-haired, paint-splattered-jean, muscle tank top glory holding a painting of you. a hyper-realism painting of you. he managed to fit *every* detail into it, capturing every dip and curve and mark on your face. the painting only went from your shoulders and up, but that alone had you on the verge of tears.

“larry..” you mumbled, taking a step forward to examine it closer. he even managed to note the small freckles you had, so small that you forgot you even had them sometimes. “do you like it?” he asked quietly, his demeanor starting to change from nervous to insecure. “yes!” you said quickly. “yes, yes i love it! it’s beautiful.” you said. you stepped forward and took the painting gently from his hands and placed it on the easel before launching your arms around his nape, falling into an easy hug as he wrapped his arms loosely around your waist and rested his cheek on top of your head.

“thank you.” you said quietly, resting your head on his shoulder. “you’re welcome.” you two stood like that for a bit, neither of you ready nor feeling the need to break the hug, when you felt him mumbling against your hair. “huh?” you said. he lifted his chin and repeated, “c-o-n-c-l-u-d-e-d. concluded.”

one, two, three beats of silence before you were giggling and slapping his shoulder, looking up at his smug and smiling face. “oh whatever! you probably googled that. that’s why you told me to close my eyes.” “oh you wish! don’t be bitter cause im smarter than you.” “you could only dream of being smarter than me.” you smiled, shaking your head with laughter. your laughter turned into a lazy grin as you rocked your bodies side to side, looking at his face. “seriously, thank you.” “no problem.” he said. you turned your head away from him to glance behind you at the painting. it wasn’t until then that you noticed a very small, very enthusiastic stick-figure rendition of larry in the corner of the canvas holding up a flower. you decided you wouldn’t tell him you noticed as you smiled again, wondering how you managed to make a friend like him.

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

We’ve heard of Adam adopting a hellhound puppy but what about a hellhound puppy adopting Adam!

He scares off a sinner who’s bothering them (totally not because their eyes remind him of the first wolf pup he ever trained, or their cries give him flashbacks to one of his kids getting attacked by a predator. He just wanted to beat up a sinner) and now the damn thing won’t leave him alone.

They keep following him around and yapping his ear off. He is NOT going to get attached. Que them slowly melting his crusty, ancient heart until he’d literally die for them.

Some real Brother Bear shit

AWWWWW MY FUCKING HEART THIS IS TOO PURE

Then they follow him to the hotel and insist on having a room in the same hall so they can be together and they never leave Adams side.

Maybe Adam has told them a bit about what happened with Lucifer so when the king tries to make a move now the hellhound looks him in the eye and says "I've got your number old man, you won't hurt him again." Then proceeds to pick Adam up and walk away.

Lucifer: The fuck????

Adam: Please put me down

[midnight--sadness]

subong: ma, auntie minyeo is calling my phone because you're not picking up your own cell

gihun: ah ^_^ it shut off, i'm charging it. mind if i borrow yours so i can talk? i won't be long!

subong: sure

and then gihun proceeds to yap on the phone for 25 minutes because apparently him and minyeo just have to go through entire lists of gossip they've heard about, walking around the house whilst subong is following right behind him. he wants his phone back but also he does not want gihun to see the messages from his groupchat or photo album 🫣😬

inho is no better... his hands are occupied with whatever report he needs to write, fingers full of dried ink and correction fluid and he can't pick up his phone which is ringing. so he asks subong to hold the phone to his ear while he still works on the papers. and now subong has to stand there in what feels like an eternity, his arm is about to give up- since when did he become the secretary around here??!

gihun and minyeo being gossip besties is such a god tier hc anon!!! i love it!! 🫶

also, i know for a fact that subong would follow gihun around bc he wants to know the gossip. like he doesn't want him going through his phone or anything, but as soon as gihun hangs up and subong has his phone back in his hands, he is asking gihun every single detail abt his talk with minyeo.

and with inho it's the same, except that he has to stand closer since inho won't tell him anything abt the phone call. says it's important business and he can't share it with anyone, especially a blabber mouth like subong.

[pavlovianfuckery]

it's a bird, it's a plane, it's… zz top with a steel chair? PT1

AO3

PT2

The Master-masterlist

Fandom Masterlist

A/N: *gestures vaguely* nobody show Pavl an Image ever or she will run with it and there will be diabeetus.jpg

So yeah this is the shirt stays thing I've been yapping about since June last year, it kind of got away from me, it was supposed to be a short 1k ish words thing but fuck me I guess

Summary: Who else is normal about the little local businessman cosplay?

Pairing: Blaine DeBeers/F!Reader

Notes: sex toys, the inherent eroticism of dressing someone, banter, fluff, this is my 'hint of boot licking for my mental health' tag, guest-starring the emotional support dressing gown™

Length: 5k-ish

It's not that you mind occasionally spending the night or miss the late night cab rides, it's really not. Despite being not quite the first time, waking up in his bed still feels new and a bit strange. It's nice, though. Lovely, even. The bed itself being much larger than your own and the bedding making yours look like something bound for the rag bin isn't why, though.

You're not sure if cuddly is the right word for it, but there's a casual closeness in the morning. Rather than a full-on octopus-cling it's a brush of hands, a leg sliding nonchalantly between yours as if it belongs there, and at this point it's starting to feel like it might. The morning light is a bit too bright here but other than that it's very nearly perfect, at least until the blaring of an alarm that certainly isn't yours pierces the peaceful little bubble and makes you groan into the pillow.

"You've got to be kidding me." Since its your day off, you'd been fully planning to spend at least another hour in bed or possibly several, depending on how things…developed. But it's starting to look like that's not an option. Wrapping a hand around his forearm, you pout at him. "Stay, just a little bit longer."

But he's already disentangling his limbs from yours and pulling back, reaching for the phone. Turning the alarm off, he sighs and scratches the back of his head, inadvertently messing his hair up even more.

"Tempting offer, but I can't. Service today. Although…" Reaching out, he tucks a few stray hairs behind your ear, "I might have a little job for you."

"So first you're kicking me out of bed and then you have the nerve of putting me to work?" Even though it was supposed to be mostly lighthearted, you can't quite keep a hint of disappointment out of your voice. Not like you could guilt him into staying in bed, but it's still worth a shot.

"How about hear me out first. Who knows," he bats his eyelashes at you in a way that definitely shouldn't be working as well as it does, "you might even enjoy it." That gets your attention, and you can't deny being at least a little interested.

"Alright, but this better be good."

"I'm going to take a shower, and in the meantime I'd like you to get my suit out of the closet for me. Think you can manage that?"

"Not exactly selling it so far, but fine." You're not sure what you're supposed to enjoy about that but it's not exactly a big ask, and you can't deny being at least a little curious about where he's going with this. "What else?"

"You'll see." That only serves to make the curiosity worse. If it was only that, he wouldn't look so much like a cat about to devour a canary and knowing without a doubt that they'll get away with it. To be fair, looking the way he does as he stretches, nude form silhouetted against the huge window and bathed in morning sun, he could get away with a lot.

You don't even bother trying to hide that you're looking. Why would you? Right now, he's yours. As he makes his way to the en suite, you proceed to do exactly that. It's such a cliché but you can't deny that as much as you hate it when he leaves, you do love to watch him go. Rather than shutting the door he lingers in the doorway, quirking a brow at you.

"You getting up, or are you planning to keep staring?" With the way he almost preens, he's not doing a very good job of convincing you that he minds it in the slightest, though.

"The staring thing." You put every ounce of lechery available into it as you let your gaze drift lower. "Definitely the staring."

Rather than some clever comeback he just grins and shakes his head, stepping away and out of view. The hiss of the shower turning on is loud and incredibly tempting through the open door and for a second you think about joining him, but since there seems to be something of a time crunch, you ultimately reject the idea. Maybe some other time.

As you reluctantly get out of bed, your gaze is drawn to the crumpled pile of red, black and yellow on the floor. For someone who insists on having nice things, sometimes he really doesn't take the best care of them.

Bending down, you pick the discarded dressing gown up with a small sigh. Mostly on a whim, you abandon the search for your own clothes and pull it on. Eyesore or not, the damn thing is actually nice. Despite being too big it's nothing short of decadent against your bare skin and it smells of him, which you don't mind in the slightest. Pulling it closed, you treat yourself to a self-indulgent sniff or two before getting started on what you're actually supposed to be doing.

The closet being a walk-in really shouldn't surprise you, but you suppose that by some peoples standards it's a completely reasonable thing to have. It's hard to have much against it when his sense of vanity benefits you, though. Catching sight of yourself in the full-length mirror sends a little flutter of happiness through you, even though your hair is a bit of a mess. If someone had told you a year ago that this is where you'd be now, you wouldn't have believed it.

The suit itself is easy enough to find, off to one side on a wooden hanger. The dress shirt you have to actually look for, but with everything organized so neatly it's not too hard. Dragging a finger over the row of shirts you can't resist leafing through the blacks, rich blues and maroons before getting to crisp white. Picking out what you're fairly confident is the right shirt you hang it next to the suit. As much as you enjoy the thought of him going commando it wouldn't exactly be appropriate, so it looks like you'll have to go fish.

The first drawer is entirely filled with identical pairs of black socks, which certainly seems practical enough but isn't what you're looking for. Next drawer up is also socks. This one isn't nearly as full and they look kind of fancy, so you're pretty sure these are the ones you want. Still a couple of things to go, though.

Next drawer is just jeans, so you close it without investigating further. Another one has t-shirts in tidy little stacks, on first glance consisting of mostly black and grays, with odd pop of blue or maroon here and there. There's a few band shirts mixed in there though, soft from wear, but you only recognize about half of the names. As you run a hand over the cotton, you toy with the thought of sneaking some more color in there, maybe something dark green could be nice. For now, you just close the drawer.

One of the smaller top drawers has ties, all laid out in neat little rolls, each in its own compartment. There's not too many to pick from which makes it easier, and you quickly recognize the one you've seen him wear to things like this before. Conveniently enough the belts are in the same drawer, all off to one side, and it's not difficult to tell which one is the correct one. They're all black leather, but only one of them looks like a smooth, shiny roll of licorice, almost tempting you to try and take a bite out of it. By your count, there's just one more thing to go, and since you haven't heard the shower in a little while you try to get back the task at hand with a bit more focus. Since you've been through quite a few drawers by now, finding the underwear drawer isn't too hard. Choosing to ignore the more unfortunate parts of it, you quickly pick a pair of plain black boxers out of the drawer. As you go to close it a flash of silver catches your eye but before you can investigate further, a pair of arms slides around your waist.

"You look good in this."

You're not sure if he's being genuine or not so you laugh, turning around to face him.

"You might want to try that in a room without a mirror next time." Compared to you he's had time to fix his hair, though for the obvious reasons he's not dressed. In order to save yourself from being distracted by the sight of him wearing nothing but a towel you quickly turn back to the drawer, picking the unassuming bits of elastic up. "What are these?"

"Part of the uniform, I'm afraid. Turns out, flapping shirt-tails aren't all that great at inspiring confidence in mourning people. Awfully touchy of them if you ask me, but what can you do when you've got a business to run?" He shrugs, stepping away and sloppily draping the towel over the top of the closet door. "Bring those, too."

Careful not to wrinkle anything, you gather everything up and follow him back to the bedroom, laying everything out on the bed. Rather than getting dressed he just sits down on the edge of the bed and looks at you expectantly.

"Anything else you want, or was that it?"

"One more thing, actually." He's batting his eyelashes at you again, and for a brief moment you consider telling him that he really doesn't need to do that, he can just ask for what he wants. But it's actually kind of cute, so you decide against it. "I'd like you to dress me."

That's new.

"Yeah?" Raising a hand you go to rake your fingers through his hair almost on reflex, remembering only at the last second that you'd better not. "Aren't you in a hurry?"

"Not that much of a hurry. Haven't got all day though, so you better get to it." Usually you're focused on getting him out of his clothes and not the other way around, but you can't see why it would pose much of a problem.

"Alright."

You're pretty sure that there's probably some sort of 'proper' order to do it but you just grab the socks first, unfolding them as you go. It's different, kneeling at his feet like this in a context that isn't inherently sexual. Not bad by any means, but you're not convinced that you'll be able to take it very seriously.

Turns out, it's actually a bit trickier than you expected it to be, dressing someone else. Everything feels a bit backwards. To make it a bit easier you gently wrap a hand around his ankle, guiding his foot up to rest against your thigh before starting to roll the sock on. There's something almost meditative about it, smoothing the thin fabric up his calf and making sure it's not folded at the top, that the seam at the toe isn't rubbing. Being fond of this particular pair of legs and feet probably helps, though. Once satisfied with how it looks, you gently tap the top of his now socked foot.

"Other side." The second time it's a bit faster, but not by much, and he's actually surprisingly quiet for the whole thing. After straightening the elastic a final time you give his calf a squeeze, dropping a quick kiss to his knee. "Does that get your stamp of approval, then?"

"Guess it does." Despite the dismissive tone he's clearly enjoying this just as much if not more than you do. It doesn't exactly come as a huge surprise that he likes being waited on hand and foot though, even if it's kind of literal at the moment. "You look damn good on your knees, doll."

"I know." You don't really mean to sound conceited but it's kind of hard not to when the proof is starting to stare you in the face, more or less. Keeping your tone airy, you push his foot off and reach for the boxers next. "You might want to behave if you plan to make that service, though."

"And you still need to work on your threats." Not too long ago, you wouldn't have thought that this kind of teasing back and forth would be something you'd grow to actually like, but you do. It's familiar and comfortable, perhaps even more so now that it's not simply being used as a shield for something else.

"Who says it's a threat?" You tap his calf, getting him to step into the boxers so you can pull them up. "Up." Despite being on a bit of a time crunch you still try not to rush, enjoying the way the soft dusting of hair on his legs tickle your knuckles as you pull the boxers the rest of the way up. Pressing a quick kiss to his shoulder you slide your hand under the elastic, making sure that everything is where it's supposed to be, maybe even a bit too thoroughly.

"Now who's misbehaving?"

"Who, me?" You slowly pull your hand back out, busying yourself with making sure that the elastic lays perfectly flat all the way around. Once satisfied, you can't resist dragging your nails over the swell of his ass, almost irresistible in the thin black fabric. "I'd never."

"Sure you wouldn't," he chuckles, lips twitching into a reluctant smile.

You reach for the shirt next, not sure if it's technically the right order or not, but you figure it probably doesn't make that big of a difference either way. Fully expecting it to be easier, you're quickly proved wrong. He somehow manages to be highly distracting without even doing anything except look at you. On top of that the buttons are small and a bit fiddly, making you spend longer than strictly necessary on each one, and by extension focusing on what's underneath the shirt. In some ways it might be worse than when he was fully naked, and you know that it makes absolutely no sense, but that doesn't help keep your eyes from being drawn to the graceful line of his wrist as you do up the cuffs, brushing your knuckles over his sternum as you work your way up his chest. Before doing the last button up you brush your lips over his throat, planting a kiss to the spot where his jaw meets his neck.

"I'm sorry, I can't help myself," you whisper against his skin, doing it quickly one more time before tearing yourself away. Clearing your throat, you reach for the elastic. "Guessing these go next?"

"Mm. If you figure it out, there might be a treat for you after."

Though unfamiliar, it's not too hard to figure out how they're supposed to work so you drop back onto your knees, perhaps a little too eagerly.

"Pretty sure I got it. Guessing it's something like…this?" It's simple enough to pull the elastic up his leg but you still take your time, brushing your lips against his skin and letting your touch linger for a few moments more than you need to. Taking care that it all lays flat, you arrange the fan of shorter lengths against the outside of his thigh. "Clips to the shirt?"

"More or less." Petting your hair, he gives it a gentle tug, voice turning teasing and almost condescending, in the exact way that he knows gets under your skin. "Better work a little harder if you want that treat, though."

Rather than comment on his tone you get started on the clips, doing your best to ensure that both sides are even. But you make sure to do it in the most roundabout way possible, doing up one clip on one side, then doing the corresponding clip on the other side. Every time you move from one side to the other you make sure to brush against him or touch him somewhere, just because. It's not outright fondling, but the effect it has on him is definitely noticeable, especially when his cock is tantalizingly close to your face the entire time. You're tempted to put your mouth over him, but since that'd mean undoing some of your hard work and having to get new, clean boxers you settle for gently nuzzling. The feel of him twitching against your cheek through the fabric is enough to make your mouth start to water, and it's a bit of a struggle to pull back and fasten the last clip, though you do your best not to show it.

"Problem?" You smile up at him, trying to look as innocent as possible, but it's not very successful.

"You're realize that you're going to pay for that later, right?" His breathing is just a hint faster, and the slight scratchy edge to his voice doesn't help it sound very serious either, so you're not too worried on that front.

"Maybe you're the one that needs to work on his threats." If you brush against him again as you reach for the trousers, that's entirely on accident. Possibly. "Look, nearly done."

Not wanting to test his patience any further, you do genuinely try to behave for the last of it and keep your hands mostly to yourself. The zipper is a bit tough, but once that's up and it's mostly sight out of mind, it gets easier. After the button comes the belt. You're so used to it coming out that feeding it back through the loops yourself feels very strange.

It's been a while since you tied a tie, but in some ways it turns out to be just like riding a bike, as long as you don't think too hard. The suit jacket is about as simple as it gets, aside from how the line of his shoulders through the shirt making you itch to take everything right off again.

"I think that's it." Looking at the clock, it hasn't been as long as you thought, though he definitely could've gotten dressed faster on his own. But then, that hadn't really been the point of this little exercise. You follow him back to the closet and watch him fuss in front of the mirror for what feels like an hour, but it's probably a minute at most.

"I suppose that'll do." Straightening the tie one last time, he meets your eyes in the mirror. "And I really do have a treat for you."

"Oh, you do?" The words are out of your mouth before you can stop them. "And here was me thinking you meant something else."

That gets you a chuckle, at least.

"Try to behave, and you might get the something else later." Turning on his heel he goes back towards the bedroom.

"Is that a promise?" You're not sure if he heard or not, so you follow, hovering by the bedroom door and waiting to see what he'll do. The 'what' turns out to be rummaging in the nightstand on his side of the bed until he finds what he's looking for. You're not sure what you'd been expecting, but the sleek, black, vaguely egg-shaped thing cradled in the palm of his hand is not it.

"You bought me a vibrator?" Not that there's anything wrong with that, but he's seen the box you keep under the bed, so you doubt that he genuinely believes that you need another one.

"I did, but I think you're going to like this one." A quick fiddle with the buttons on the tail of it has it coming to life with a short bzz-bzz before going quiet again. It's not until he gets out his phone that you fully connect the dots.

"You bought me a remote-controlled vibrator." It's actually kind of a thoughtful gift all things considered and it can't have been that cheap, either. "And I'm guessing you've got the controls on there?"

"That's a very good guess. Give me a minute and it should," he taps his phone a few times, until eventually the toy goes bzz-bzz again, "do that." Stepping in close, he traps you between his body and the door jamb, leaving you with nowhere to go. "Was thinking about taking it for a spin. You interested?"

"I'm not not interested." Flattening your hands against his chest, you try to think. "I haven't even asked how long you'll be gone."

"Sounds like someone is eager to have me back in her grasp." It doesn't sound like he's got a problem with that though, quite the opposite.

"So what if I am?" Rather than denying it you calmly meet his gaze, giving the tie a gentle tug. "How long?"

"Hour and a half, maybe two, tops. So, what do you say?" Holding the toy up by the tail, he gives it a little shake.

"Alright, I'll play." What's the worst thing that can happen? It can't be too bad if he won't be gone that long, even if he decides to be an ass about it.

"That's what I like to hear." As he pulls the dressing gown open, you half expect him to coax your legs apart with his knee in that way he seems fond of doing, but instead he reaches down and gently rubs the toy over your mound. "Open your legs for me, sweetheart." Refusing doesn't even cross your mind, how could it, especially when he's looking at you like that?

After the way he teased you earlier it doesn't take much for the toy to slip inside, settling just so and pressing deliciously into your walls. The tail part ends up nestling over your clit, pressing just firmly enough to remind remind you that it's there. A quick tap on his phone has it rumbling to life and maybe you really should have thought this through, because the thing packs a punch.

"That's working, right?" He grins as you reflexively squeeze your legs together, nearly trapping his hand between them. He lets the toy work for a few more seconds, just long enough for you to start wondering if this was really such a good idea before he turns it back off.

"Definitely working."

"Good." Stepping back, he nonchalantly taps the phone against the side of his leg. "Much as I'd like to stay and play with you, I do have somewhere to be, so…" For a minute you'd kind of forgotten about that, and even though you're not usually the clingy type you can't help feeling a little sad as you watch him go. At the top of the stairs he stops, glancing at you over his shoulder.

"You coming? Not quite done with you yet." The no doubt deliberate double entendre isn't lost on you as you go to follow him downstairs. About halfway down the toy hums to life, making the rest of the way a bit wobbly, to his great amusement. "Everything alright, there?"

"What do you think?" The delivery isn't as deadpan as you were going for but it doesn't make much of a difference. If the look on his face is anything to go by, he's noticed your unusually firm grip on the banister.

"I'm thinking you should get down here and finish the job."

On some level you suppose that you should be grateful that he puts the shoes on rather than asking you to, but he's still clearly expecting you to tie them. With the toy still purring away getting on your knees is somewhat of a shaky affair, which he only seems to enjoy. It's incredibly distracting though, and when your faced with the laces, your mind goes blank for a few embarrassing seconds.

You've never spared a thought to how shoes could be sexy, and you know how to tie a pair of shoes, you know you do. But with pleasure slowly building between your legs and him idly stroking the back of your neck, you can't remember how to do it. Instead you're gripped by the urge to drop down on all fours and run your tongue over the glossy leather. Mouth already starting to water, you're not really thinking as you bow your head, almost physically itching to do it. But rather than give in to it you close your eyes and take a few slow, deep, very careful breaths.

"Clock's kinda ticking, doll." The words snap you out of it, which is probably just as well. If you'd sprung that on him, you' doubt you'd ever hear the end of it. At least you can finally remember how to tie a pair of shoes, and even with the toy still keeping you from focusing fully it's fairly quick to have them done up in neat bows, making sure not to tighten them too much. Straightening his leg, he gives your work a once-over.

"That's actually not too bad." Turning the toy off he slips the phone into his pocket, grinning down at you as as you lean against his thigh with a frustrated noise. "Think you can behave while I'm gone?"

"Depends on what you mean by 'behave'." Not like he's in any way the right person to decide what counts as good behavior anyway, though you don't say that part out loud.

"Nothing much." He shrugs, giving the back of your neck one last squeeze before letting go. "Just don't want you to come while I'm gone. You can manage that, right?"

"Kind of insulted that you're insinuating that I can't, but fine." Even with the toy, it doesn't sound too difficult. Getting back on your feet you stretch, enjoying the way his gaze slides down your body as the dressing gown falls completely open.

"Not insinuating anything, just hoping that I'm making myself clear, here."

"Pretty sure I've got it." As you move to step away, he wraps a hand around your wrist.

"Don't I get a goodbye kiss?" You're not sure if he's joking or not, but you quickly lean in and give him a peck on the cheek, making him quirk a brow. "That's it, really?"

"Weren't you in a hurry?" Pulling away, you can't keep from smiling. It's almost kind of sad, how deeply in love you've fallen without meaning to, despite everything. "You can have more when you get back."

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((Makoto or Kotone were the choices, so I'm gonna go with Makoto since her birthday is coming up!))

6. OTP for your muse? (Makoto)

Okay, alright, lemme get the first one out of the way so I'm not yapping everyone's ears off with my ramblings.

*takes a deep breath in and then proceeds to go on a long-ass tangent about Shumako and how much I love it*

I could write a whole ten page essay about Shumako. They are one of the best couples in P5. I went through my second playthrough very recently and wanted to try romancing another girl, but then I got sad because Makoto was right there and she's just so GOOD and AMAZING and I couldn't abandon her, I could not leave my girl behind. They have such an amazing dynamic together, because you got Makoto who appears to be cold and unfeeling on the outside but she's just a lonely girl who is forced to keep her head down and follow the rules since that's what she's been taught to do, and she has no one supporting her and no one she can turn to for help, not even her own sister during the game, then along comes Joker. Here comes this sweeping wind, this ray of light and hope, this gentleman who teaches her to live by the way she wants to live, to tell her rules are not always made to be followed, and to teach her how to enjoy life! They are...so so good for each other, I love the dynamic they have in the Metaverse too. Makoto the holder of the braincell, the tactician and the smarts of the group, and Joker the reckless leader who plays by his own cards. THEY ARE JUST THE BEST!!! I LOVE THEM SO SO MUCH!!

I'm also a HUUUUGE huge fan of Ryukoto and Makoann. The delinquent of the school and the hardass student council president dynamic is GOOD SHIT!! VERY GOOD SHIT!! I love Makoann a lot because they're the first females of the group, and I like how they butted heads with each other at first but once Makoto joined the thieves Ann began to understand Makoto a little more. I think Ann should take Makoto on shopping trips, show her what teenage girls her age are into and that kind of stuff. Plus like, mixing fire and nuke powers together can make for a SERIOUSLY DEADLY combination!

I'm also so so in love with the platonic bonds that can come from those two as well. Makoto just really really needs strong friendships because she's been so incredibly lonely for the majority of her life. She wants to find a place where she can belong, and the Thieves are perfect for her.

7. NOTP for your muse? (Makoto)

Once again, any of the adults in this case. That's pretty much a given.

I'd also say Futaba and Makoto, but it's not like it's a HUGE NOTP for me. I don't see them as romantic candidates, that's all. I moreso see them as something platonic or even familial. I remember in game Makoto mentioned to Futaba something about never having a little sister before, and that stuck with me. When you look at Makoto and Futaba together in game, there's a lot of moments where Makoto will outright protect and shield Futaba from a lot of the dangers in the Metaverse. She held on to Futaba when the explosion happened inside Shido's palace, and during Futaba's breakdown in her own palace I remember Makoto crouching down to be by Futaba's side. I love seeing Makoto's caring and compassionate side. Those two especially have a lot in common seeing as they both experienced losing a parental guardian they were highly attached to, and I think they should definitely talk more about it.