#but I don't know which box he's in right now lol...

[dragonmarquise]

Thanks to @scenegraph I managed to get one of those FireMan figure kits!! Yesss!!

It was a bit hard to put together at some points, but I got through it! Also ended up being a lot more fun than I expected. :>

Explanation for last photo: I had to use some tools for "gentle persuasion" to get some of the parts to stay together. Only one of the tools is actually gentle. :P

At first I was worried I would break something if I used the hammer. But after having to deal with my fingers hurting from trying to stick some of the pieces together, I figured said pieces were probably sturdy enough to survive the hammer if they were giving me this much trouble.

And they are! I am genuinely impressed how sturdy a lot of these parts are, lol

(One last thing, I really hope they make more figures with more of the World Three Navis. Especially ColorMan, even though I'm pretty sure it'd probably be hell to trying and translate his noodle arms into a figure, but I can dream dang it!! ;o; )

[aechlys]

Went to work training in my subrosa album tshirt and someone made the terrible mistake of asking about it. 🤣

[cherrynpink]

between neighbours

pairing: perv!joshua x f!reader

genre: neighbours to lovers, smut (with a bit of plot) MDNI!

warnings: joshua is a perverttt lol, panty sniffing, perv yet still gentleman joshua (it is a fine line to walk), making out, mentions on masturbating, joshua in tank top (yes it is a warning), switch!joshua, switch!oc, dom!joshua? later, fingering, spanking, joshua is a bit mean but its ok bcs so is oc, oral (m! receiving), unprotected sex (DON'T do this!), he's hitting it from the back, creampie, lmk if i missed anything!

w.c.: 4.6k

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note: joshua in black tank top save me... save me joshua in black tank top. i wrote this bcs i love joshua in tank top if u can't tell n i saw a huge lack of perv joshua rep in the community.

also posting after so long did u miss me hehe (i will cry if u say no) anywaysss my requests are open if u have something u wanna read or just talk. i am very very open to making friends here so u can message me if u want. feedback is highly appreciated hope u like this one hehehe :3

Joshua was a nice guy.

Probably the nicest guy you’ve ever come across. He had been the sweetest to you ever since you had moved into the apartment next to him. It was your first time living alone as an adult, and he had been nothing but helpful since the day you met him. Setting up all your furniture because “What are neighbours for?”, helping you sort out all your stuff from your boxes and arrange everything, convincing your landlord to install a new AC unit, making you homemade meals until your kitchen was set up; you name it and Joshua had probably done it for you. You were nervous to move to a new city where you knew no one, but he made the transition so much easier for you. You found out he was a graphic designer and often worked from home, so he was literally there at your beck and call at even the most insignificant sign of trouble. Not to forget, he wasn’t too hard on the eyes, in fact so pretty it ached your heart- the way his eyes would widen as he laughed or whenever he was confused, the way his arms would bulge out of the black tank top he wore when he was helping you set up your bed, sweat dripping down his face which made you want to take him on the very bed he was arranging right then and there. Yeah, Joshua was such a nice guy.

Or atleast that’s what you thought and what his actions said. Because yeah he’s nice, but he’s not this nice to anyone. He would never admit it, but he’s followed you around like a puppy and helped you out so much because he just wants you so fucking bad. He would stare as your ass whenever you bent down to pick up the boxes, completely unaware of Joshua ogling your ass hanging out of your shorts. It got worse for him when the AC stopped working and all you would wear were stupid low cut tank tops. His eyes would travel to your cleavage, neck wet with sweat. You had to know your tits were out, right? Still, he was somehow coping, dropping his sweatpants down and fisting his cock as soon as he got home, your Instagram post open on his phone in his other hand as he came all over his hand staring at your pictures.

He wanted to be a gentleman, he truly did; but then came that fateful Saturday. Your living room and bedroom were almost set up, and you had asked him to get the blankets and bedsheets from one of your boxes. Now, Joshua would say what happened next was through no fault of his own. Packing is stressful, and one might often put things in the wrong box or label them wrong. Sometimes things might just fall into a box and you might’ve not noticed. So it was really not his fault when he lifted one of the pink sheets and found a red material peak through the bottom. Not thinking much of it, he unfolded the sheets, only to find your delicate red lace panties fall on his feet.

A normal person who was unaffected by you would just pick them up and put them right back in the box or in your drawers, as if they hadn’t even noticed them. But, he can’t for his life explain or justify what he did next, as he picked up the lace in his hand and brought it up to his nose without a thought, sniffing the soft material as he immersed his nose in the faint vanilla scent. Make no doubt, Joshua was not usually a panty sniffing creep; in fact till this very moment the thought hadn’t even occurred to him but even though your panties were washed and clean, he could practically feel the fragrance of your cunt and the taste of your essence. Your voice calling him from the kitchen brough him back to reality and as if his rational part of the brain had stopped working, he quickly shoved them in his pockets. As soon as you both were done for the day, he rushed to his room- a very familiar scene on his bed with his boxers still on him, just barely pulled down to take his cock out as he stroked it up and down eagerly as he moaned out your name with the newest addition of his face buried in your stolen panties.

Joshua feels so so guilty. He feels so bad for stealing your panties and then wrapping the warm material around his dick and covering them in his cum, ruining them. What he feels worse about is even though he feels guilty he cannot stop because there’s something so sick in him that loves it. He loves marking them. Loves to think of marking you the same way, marking him as yours. And what he feels even worse about is that ever since that day, whenever he goes over to your apartment to help you, he ends up stealing another pair, and another, and another to the point you’ve gotten concerned over your lack of panties. He's heard you complain to your friend over the phone that maybe you forgot to pack them since so many of them were missing but poor you, unaware of the fact they’re right across your wall in your sweet neighbour’s bedside drawer.

“Joshua, I think there’s a problem with my stove.” You call out to him.

“Wait, let me check.” He says, walking towards you. “Step back a bit.”

He checks the gas valves and calls the gas company to get it checked, which results in you finding out that the pipes need to be changed.

“Y/n, this won’t be changed until tomorrow morning.” He says as calmly, booking an appointment on his phone for a handyman.

“Why can’t anything go right!” you groan out as you fall on the coach, your head in your hands. “Maybe I wasn’t ready to live alone yet.” You mumble. “Fuck! Should’ve gotten a roommate, my mom was right.”

“Hey, this happens to everyone.” He says as he sits down beside you. “When I first started living alone I literally set my house on fire the second day, not even kidding, you’re doing much better than I am.” You laugh as his words comfort you.

“I’ll make dinner at mine today, okay?”

“No way Josh, I’ll just order something. I’ve already troubled you so much I can’t-”

“C’mon it’s no fun eating alone.” He says with a pout. “I bet once you’re fully set you won’t even want to hang out with me, let me enjoy the last few days I have left cooking for you.” He teases you as you laugh.

"No way i'm leaving you alone shua, you're gonna be cooking for me all the time." You giggle.

Now Joshua had called you over for dinner so sweetly and nonchalantly, but between all this crisis management he had totally forgotten about the fact that your panties, that he stole, were littered all over his room because he wasn’t planning to bring you over tonight. But unaware Joshua just let you stroll into his apartment as you settled in there, talking to him as you “helped” him cook for the both of you. You weren’t really helping. Just letting him do all the work and whenever he did ask you to do something, you messed it up some way or the other so you just opted for sitting on the counter rocking your legs back and forth as you explained in detail the seven part Hailey Bieber stalker series from Youtube.

“Right? Okay so Selena has this ‘g’ tattoo behind her ear after her sister Gracie, and guess what! Hailey got the same-”

“You said that you would help me y/n.”

“I am helping! I’m entertaining you shua, if it wasn’t for me you’d just get bored.” You say as you shrug your arms. “Plus you don’t know about this triangle! It’s was all over my feed a few months ago, why are you such a boomer.” You whined, frustrated at the lack of his knowledge of pop culture.

“Okay, I’m sorry” he says as he adds seasonings to the pot. “Tell me what happens next, she copied her tattoo?”

“She DID copy her tattoo, but you’re so ungrateful I’m not telling you anymore.” You say, getting off the counter. Before he can protest, you say, “I’m going to the bathroom.” Heading towards his room.

As you enter the bathroom in his room, it is only natural for you to be curious as to what he has in there. You check all his cabinets and drawers. A cleanser? Tick. A shampoo that is not a 4 in 1 atrocity? A win for you. An actual moisturizer? You are very pleased. Once you get out, you examine his room. Books on his bed side table, laptop neatly shut on his work desk, a few clothes scattered on his bed but nothing too out of the ordinary. But as your eyes scan the bed, what do you see but something very familiar and very missing from your boxes under one of his shirts, before your hand is reaching down to grab it.

Now, it finally hits him. Joshua FINALLY remembers that he had left you alone his room, and if his memory serves him right, he had left a pair of your baby blue panties on his bed. Shit. Did you see it yet? Are you horrified at him? Do you hate him? Now it was time for him to panic as he turns the stove off and hurries towards his room hoping you weren’t out yet, only to find his worst fears come true as he opens the door, panties dangling from your hand as you stand in front of his bed, eyes wide and lips slightly apart, staring at him.

“Are these mine shua?” you ask innocently, even though you know the answer all too well.

“Y/n wait let me explain I-”

“How many more do you have?” not a single note of anger in your voice, but rather curiosity.

“I-” Joshua doesn’t have any words to explain his situation. How does he tell you he’s been stealing you panties and sniffing and cumming in them? He tries to find the words to not make you mad and think of him as a creep before he sees you walking towards him, standing so close to him that he can feel your breathe on his face as you reach up, your panties still bundled in your palm, and the next second you lips are on his, taking him by surprise as his eyes widen. He first stands there frozen, but is quick to keep up with you as he deepens the kiss, pushing you back with his hands on your waist. He can hear his heart beating in his ears and it’s insane how worked up you’ve gotten him over just a kiss. He feels your nails trance over his neck, making his shudder. You pull away, deliberately letting out a sensual sigh.

“Could’ve just asked me for them, why’d you steal, hmm?” you say as you lean in once again, this time slipping your tongue into his warm mouth, his hips pressing into you from under, making you gasp as you feel his hardened length against your lower abdomen.

“Not very gentleman like of you shua.” You say teasingly.

Eager to assert control over him, you push him towards the bed, your feet stumbling and stepping over his as the back of his knees meet the edge and he sits down, legs spread wide before you’re sitting in his lap, legs on either side of him. When you pull away from his lips the sight in front of you is one to see, Joshua under you in his stupid white tank top this time (another one of your favorites) that clings to him so tight you can see his chest bulging out, sweat droplets on his forehead, cheeks flushed and a fucked out look in his eyes. You get off of him as you kneel down beneath him, but not before handing him the very panties he had stolen from you. You pull his sweatpants down, watching his half hard length trapped in his boxers.

“Y/n, please.” He whimpers above you. It’s funny really, how you’re under him yet the one to hold all the control. Your lips ghost over his boxers, and he can practically feel himself burst when he opens his eyes only to see your big doe eyes in front of his trapped length, before you’re reaching down to wrap your lips around his clothed member, mouthing at it as a wet patch forms on his boxers.

“What do you do with them?” you ask with a small smile on your face as you tilt your neck slightly, eyes so innocent that if he himself wasn't there he would never believe the words coming out of your mouth.

“It’s embarrassing.” He whispers only loud enough for you to barely hear him.

“I won’t let you fuck me if you don’t tell me.” You say as you finally lower his boxers, his hips lifting to help you. “Do you sniff them?” your fingers rub his tip teasingly, spreading around the pre-cum.

“I- fuck, yes! I do.” He finally confesses.

“Mhm, what else?” you say, one hand still running along his hard length while the other reaches to play with his balls, making him moan out loud in surprise.

“Shit I- I wrap them around me and jerk off!” he says which apparently pleases you because you wrap your plush lips around his tip, sucking softly as your hand wraps around his base in a light grip and he sighs in relief; but that only lasts so long before you’re pulling away once again.

“Did you cum in them?” you ask, stopping all your ministrations and placing your hands in your lap.

“Y/n, please-”

“I won’t do anything if you don’t answer me.”

“I did, fuck please! Need your mouth.” He says and you decide not to torture him anymore, wrapping your lips completely around him as you take more than half of him in one go, and it was NOT as easy and effortless as you made it look because Joshua is bigger than you expected. You run your tongue all around, feeling the ridges and veins popping out and you might just cry out of happiness because you actually think his cock is the prettiest you’ve ever seen.

You just rest it against your tongue for a while, letting him feel the warmth before you’re pulling it out, only to deep throat him at once and oh, the sound he lets out is music to your ears. You continue to bob up and down on his dick, as it hits the back of your throat repeatedly whilst your hand pumps the part that you can’t fit, his head thrown back in pleasure and yours in a fucked-out state as his hand grab your hair a makeshift ponytail, manoeuvring your mouth on him as he pleases. His eyebrows are furrowed, eyes closed as the sounds of your gagging and his moaning fill the room. After a point, you give in to him, letting him use you as he pleases, like a doll- only for his pleasure, and you don’t mind it one bit.

“Fuck Y/n, you’re so much better when you shut up for once, doing so good for me.” He grunts out.

His other hand roams around the bed, finding the blue lace before he brings it up to his nose, taking in your scent. All you see when you blink up to him is his buff chest rising up and down, teeth biting down on his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood but that still isn’t enough to make control his moans. He’s shaking now, so so close to his high as his mind goes blank and he gives a particularly sharp tug at your hair, making you flood your panties beneath your denim shorts, your slick travelling down and escaping the fabric as you rub your thighs.

“Thought about this so many times, fuck!” he groans as he feels your throat close up around him. his heavy cock stretches your lips out completely as you struggle to keep him in, your jaw aching accommodating his cock. Tears begin to form in your eyes as his hips increase his face, his moans signalling how close he is to his release. His breathe turns erratic and his grip in your hair tightens, as his voice breaks and his warm cum fills your mouth with no warning. He rocks your head back and forth amidst it slowly as he’s still cumming in your mouth, his seed travelling down your throat as you gag on it further, tears streaming down your face and eyes rolling back. When he’s finally spent, he pulls you off of him, a string a saliva still connects you to the head as dribbles down to your chest and you see him smirk, your panties still bunched in his palm and your tears dried on your cheeks.

“Open.” He demands with a light tap on your cheek as you open your mouth, tongue out to show him his cum smeared on his lips and tongue, and you can feel the dynamic shift already.

“Good girl, swallow.”

He pulls you up to give you a messy kiss, as if he didn’t just cum in your mouth and it kind of warms you from the inside and makes your chest flutter because even amidst this, he does act like a gentleman (as if he didn’t just literally fuck you throat seconds ago). You’re flipped onto your stomach in a second as you see him rid himself of his bottoms. One second you’re begging for him to come back to you, next he’s on top of you, pressed against you so close, hands travelling along the curve of your spine before coming down to rest against your hip, pulling you up as he forces you on your hands and knees. You hear him kneel behind, murmuring out “fuck” quietly to himself as his hands reach forward to unbutton your shorts, pulling them down just below the curve of your ass as they fall to your knees and he’s face to face with your soaked covered center.

His long fingers reach between your thighs, pushing them apart just slightly as to look at the mess you’ve made when he’s barely touched as they make contact with your slick covered soft skin. And before you know it,

smack!

his hand is pulled away from you as it comes down to hit your plush ass, your entire body stumbling forward with the impact as a loud cry erupts from your throat in surprise. He’s pulling the lace material above your cheeks, his hand rubbing it gently, soothing your skin.

“You good baby?” he asks from behind- one hand stabilizing your body with its tight grip on your hips while the other continues to caress your ass. There’s a change in his tone, voice turning raspier and deeper, much different than the Joshua you knew but not that you were complaining. And it’s embarrassing for you to explain how much wetter you felt yourself get at his actions as he brings up the hand resting on your hips up your back, grabbing your hair from behind and pulling you towards him.

“You want more, or should I stop?” he whispers, mouth resting just above your ear as he towers over you. When you turn your head to face him, you see his lust driven eyes as he looks down on you- hand still in your hair before he’s reaching down to press a kiss to your lips once again. This one much different than the way he’s kissed you before- full of impatience and hunger. You manage to moan out a “more” into the kiss as he’s pulling away and forcing your face into the pillow once again.

He's returned to slapping your behind, stopping occasionally to rub against your skin to ease the sting. Your loud cries and the sound of his hand hitting you fills the room, but what is harder for you than to bear the pain is controlling how turned on you are right now, as you feel your wetness dripping down your thighs and you’re pretty sure he sees it too, one of his hands coming down to run the tip of his finger along your slit.

“Joshua, mhm, please!” you whine out, but it seems he’s not stopped with the teasing as his fingers gently graze against your clit for second before pulling away again, continuing to play with your folds.

“Fuck, you’re dripping all over.” He murmurs to himself. “You like being spanked? That’s what got you so wet? Prettiest cunt I’ve ever seen baby.” He laughs cruelly, looking at you only to see you hiding your face in the pillow out of the embarrassment.

“What? Not so bold anymore Y/n?” he teases you. “Don’t be shy baby, it’s only me.” he says, spreading out your folds with his fingers as you clench around nothing, feeling another glob of your slick leaking out, the cool air near your warmth making you shiver. A familiar warm and giddy feeling runs through your chest and makes its way down your stomach, making you flutter and moan out in surprise as you feel him spit right on your heat. Without a warning, he’s pushing 2 of his fingers in at one go- your back arching and hips pushing behind, begging for more out of his fingers. His thumb is navigating its way through your folds, making contact with your enlarged nub as you moan out his name, fingers scissoring inside you in a steady pace.

“Joshua, more!” you grunt, your arms losing strength every passing second and the band in your gut getting closer to snapping as he continues to edge you, slowing down just as he feels you getting closer to cumming every time. Your legs are probably shaking at this point, your pleads and cries filling the room every time you feel his knuckles make contact with your insides curling them just enough to make your entire body jerk at his touch. You’re breathless, gripping the sheets clenching around his fingers hard enough to crush them as your legs tremble beneath, a high-pitched loud moan leaving your throat, bucking into his hand right as you’re about-

And he stops. Fingers stopping all their movement as they’re still inside you, knuckles just resting at your opening, but that doesn’t last long either as he’s pulling them out in one go and that’s enough to break you as you feel tears wet the pillow under you, whining out and complaining to him as the loss of contact.

“Want you to cum around my cock pretty.” He justifies, voice dripping in honey as if he’s not done the filthiest things to you just seconds before. You gather the strength to lift your upper body, palms laying flat on the sheets as you turn your head to look at him teary eyed, hoping he’ll show you some mercy, only for him to lock his gaze right into yours and licking your essence off his fingers. It’s obscene really, you watch him swirl his tongue around his fingers, tasting all of you as he moans out.

“Gonna eat you next time baby.” He coos as he pulls your hips towards him by force, your back arching in reflex, pushing yourself onto him. He’s taking his length in his hand and tapping it’s head against your spent core, digits reaching to draw 8 figures on your clit, making you squeak as you hear a low deep throated chuckle from behind you. He keeps running his tip up and down your slit, teasing you till no return and all you can do is whine and beg him to give you more.

With no warning, he’s shoving his entire length inside you- giving you no time to adjust as you jerk forward, a loud cry erupting from you as he groans out due to the warm feeling. You can practically feel him throb inside you because of how deep in he is, and just as a tear is about to drop from your lashes you feel him pulling more than halfway out, only to slam right back into you until you hear his balls make contact with your cunt. Your fingers cramped from the way you’re holding onto the sheets as his hand travel up your spine and grab your hair once again.

Joshua loves your pussy. Now that he’s had it once he’s not sure he can go without it. Your tight walls are clenching around him so hard he might come right then and there. He musters up some strength in him, rocking his hips into you at a steady pace at first as to not overwhelm you with his length, but you’re apparently not satisfied, begging him “harder, more!” under him. And who was he to say no to you? he laughs with a particular strong thrust of his hips into yours, showing you no mercy. He fucks you hard, fucks you fast, fucks you like a man depraved. Because all this time he had been dreaming of your warm wet cunt wrapped around him, and now that he had you he wanted to savor every second of it.

His grip on you in tight, chants of “good girl” leaving him as you mutter out incoherent nonsense. Tears are streaming down your cheeks, overwhelmed with the pleasure that overpowers the pain of his hardness slamming inside you again and again. And he feels so close to his edge, so he chases it- skin slapping against yours as his hand on your clit speeds up, your hips rocking back to meet him instinctively. Your eyes roll back, the knot in your stomach tightening as you begin to tense up. Brows furrowed as he repeatedly hits the very spot that drives you over the edge.

“Fuck shua! Gonna- gonna cum!” you whine out. “Please baby, please- oh!” and with that you’re letting go, eyes going blank, limbs going numb as you crash head onto the pillow as you cum with a broken sob, squeezing him so hard that his hips too falter, as he paints your insides white, not a care in the world that he’s not wearing a condom. You’re probably on birth control, right? Even if you’re not, he would love to see you swell with his baby. But he’ll cross that bridge when he comes to it.

He pulls out of you, his cum leaking down your thighs as he falls besides your completely spent body. You turn onto your back, running your hands through his hair as he kisses you, much gentler than before this time.

“You did good.” He murmurs against your lips with a slight smile looking at your tear-stained cheeks.

“Fucking pervert.” You tease him.

“What? As if you didn’t stare at my chest whenever I helped you lift boxes.” He says, hands running against your back. “I felt objectified!”

“Hey! I didn’t steal underwear!”

“Want me to beg for them next time?”

He is a nice guy after all.

[honeyedfate]

i'll be here when you're back | 이희승

pairing. lee heeseung x gf!reader

ever since his room was revealed to the world on mbc world, heeseung has not known peace—whether it be from engenes or his very own girlfriend

genre. fluff (they're making out? it's cute)

a/n. it's been months but heeseung's room still gives me the giggles. the title doesn't have anything to do with the fic except that it's the song i was listening to while writing it lol it fits the vibes? (don't ask me what the lyrics are) enjoy x

"what's so funny?" you look up to heeseung turning in his gaming chair, glancing over his shoulder at you with a curious smile, his headphones resting around his neck.

you wave him off, still giggling. "you wouldn't like it."

he cocks his head, standing up. "what do you mean? i always find the stuff you show me funny. we share the same brain cell."

"this is different," you say, scooching over so heeseung can join you on the floor with his back against his bedframe. "no, wait—"

heeseung has your phone in his hands before you can stop him. he swiftly leans back, holding out his arm to keep you away while typing in your password. the phone unlocks to a paused tiktok video of what he immediately recognises as his room.

"why are you watching this?" he glances at you with a sideways grin as you make to grab for your phone again only for him to lean back more and hold his phone above his head. "babe, you're in my room, you don't need to—wait, were you reading the comments again?"

"don't close the app," you plead at his narrowed eyes, practically lying on top of him now that he's fully horizontal. "i don't want to lose my spot in the comments."

heeseung scoffs and shuts off your phone. "it's not that funny, you know."

"oh, but it is."

he lets out a mock gasp. "people making fun of your boyfriend's interior design choices is funny to you? wow, my girlfriend hates me. i knew it."

you snort in his face. "hee, what choices? i saw the video. that singular shoe is not an artistic choice. we both know you've been looking for the other one since march."

he looks to his left, staring at the shoe that's still very much sitting on top of the box it came with. "i wonder if it's having fun and eating well wherever it is in the world," he mumbles wistfully.

you poke his cheek. "can i have my phone back?"

"so you can laugh at me with people on the internet? absolutely not. i'd rather you just make fun of me the old fashioned way—throw tomatoes in my face, pin a note on my back, shove me into a corner and point a finger at me. at least that'll make me feel like i have some dignity left."

you break into laughter. "i would love to, honestly, but the only thing you guys have in the kitchen is ramen. i don't want to break your pretty face with hard noodles, plus it'll probably echo so loud in here, the neighbours will think there's a shooting."

"oh, so you're a comedian now," heeseung says in a mockingly sweet tone before his hands attack your sides without warning. you're squirming as uncontrollable giggles take over, leaving you gasping helplessly while begging for him to stop.

finally, he pulls back when you manage to grab his wrists, holding them in place as you catch your breath. his grin softens. "truce?" he asks, voice low and teasing.

you nod, deflating on his chest while he tightens his arm around your waist to keep you close. "you're the worst," you say into the fabric of his sweater.

heeseung chuckles. "says the one giggling for ten minutes straight over comments teasing her boyfriend."

"i wasn't laughing that hard."

"right," he says with a drawling lilt in his voice. "when i heard you through my headphones, i thought, 'which dude is making you laugh like that under my roof?' only to find out it's engenes. it's an even crueler fate, if you ask me."

you shrug one shoulder, looking away nonchalantly when his gaze drops to your lips. "you'd agree if you read them. someone said, 'this gotta be solitary confinement.' you have to admit, that's funny! i have the right to laugh at their brilliance."

he stares at you blankly. "how is this solitary confinement when you're on top of me?"

"i'm not always here," you reply, raising an eyebrow. "someone else said you're evacuation ready. all you have to do is pick up those keyboards over there and walk out."

the slightest twitch in the corner of his lips spurs you on to keep going. "there was another comment saying you put the room in bedroom."

"okay, get off," heeseung says flatly while making no move to push you off. "that one's not even funny."

"maybe not." you glance at all the free space next to you. "but you could get a rug, babe."

he groans, tipping his head back and exposing the smooth stretch of his throat to you. of course, you lean up and press a brief kiss on his adam's apple. he looks down at you, smiling almost shyly before he shakes his head. "you're cute. but we're not having that conversation again."

pouting, you gesture around you. "you always say you don't spend enough time in your room to bother putting anything in it, but admit it—you were happy when we got that bin from daiso."

heeseung snorts and bobs your nose. "yes, i'm the happiest man alive. every day i wake up and i thank god that i have a girlfriend and a rubbish bin."

"see!" you ignore the amused look on his face and lay your head on his chest. the tension in your shoulders melts the moment you hear the familiar beat of his heart against your ear. "think about how much happier you would be when your room no longer looks like belift uses it for enhypen's dance practices."

he chuckles softly while running his fingers through your hair. "i've seen that one. someone commented that my room could fit the backup dancers, too."

you laugh. "it could."

comfortable silence wraps around you like a warm blanket, neither feeling the need to speak. you eventually lift your head to glance at him, lips curving into a smile when you see that his eyes are closed. you lean down and place a delicate kiss on his lips, light and fleeting, but enough to leave him grinning.

you repeat your action, your lips brushing his in the faintest touch only to feel him kiss you back, so gently it seems like a secret. you pull back when you heeseung's tongue traces your lower lip. his eyes flutter open, a silent question mark reflected in his dark eyes when you don't kiss him again. you tilt your head, mischief glinting in your gaze.

"hee?" you say quietly and he blinks up at you with large, doe-like eyes.

"hm?" he looks ridiculously soft and vulnerable lying underneath you like that. it almost has you changing your mind, but you love a good set-up.

"did you know engenes call you bitchless?"

you let out a surprised laugh when he flips you over. in the blink of an eye, he has you pinned beneath him and his lips are on you, peppering your face with tiny pecks, leaving behind a trail of laughter from you.

you try to push him away by the chest, but heeseung is relentless, placing kiss after kiss on your cheeks, the corner of your lips, your forehead, your jaw. you can feel him smile against your skin and you can't help but giggle deliriously. "what are you doing?"

"proving them wrong," he says while nibbling on the sensitive spot behind your ear, working his way down to the curve where your neck and collarbone meet. "obviously."

"obviously," you mumble back, selfishly enjoying the feeling of his lips on you. heeseung slowly lifts you up, somehow moving you onto the bed and laying your head on his pillow. his warm hand slips under your shirt, happy to roam your skin aimlessly while he kisses you dumb. there's nothing but heeseung on your mind, just him and the muffled groans leaving his lips when you pull on his hair while his knee rests between your legs.

then, the door falls open with a bang and you nearly push him off the bed.

"oh my god, sorry!"

heeseung flails, comically wide-eyed, and whips around to yell at whoever's at the door. you look past him to see riki standing with his back to the room, spewing incoherent apologies while his neck flushes bright red.

you pat your boyfriend's shoulder to catch his attention, silently shooting him a look when he frowns at you, lips pulled in a pout. smiling, you peck them one last time before pushing him aside to lie beside you. "riki, you can turn around."

the younger boy does, looking incredibly sheepish. "sorry for barging in. i didn't know y/n was here."

"it's fine," you say reassuringly. "don't worry about it."

"knock next time," heeseung grumbles before he pulls you up to sit beside him with a sigh. "what's up?"

riki rubs the back of his neck. "i'm going to the department store to get some stuff for my room, just wanted to see if you wanted to come along." in a quieter tone he adds, "the others are busy."

"so was i," heeseung mumbles and you smack him upside the head. gently, of course.

"he's going," you say to riki. "can i come with?"

"yeah, of course!" his face brightens up instantly. "i'll order the taxi, meet me downstairs in five!"

"wait, ni-ki—" heeseung hastily jumps up, but the boy has already left and closed the door behind him, leaving him to stare at it like he's just been bereft of every shred of joy and peace he's ever known. he turns to you with an exasperated look on his face. "seriously? to get things for his room? you planned this."

you shake your head, rising to your knees to be more at his eye level while doing a horrible job at suppressing your giggles. "i wish i did, but the joke wrote itself. now go put on some pants. he said downstairs in five."

[arten1234]

Spoiled | Draco Malfoy x Reader

Summary: tooth rotting fluff lol! My first post so please leave support!

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"Draco I don't need those shoes," you whined for the millionth time, but the boy had turned a deaf ear to your complaining. You had barely looked at the shoes, and all you had said was,

“These are cute,” not even sparing them a second glance because of the price tag. The next day you opened the door to your dorm to see Draco holding something behind his back, which usually meant one thing.

"Yes you do, my love, they would look stunning on you,” Draco argued back, his eyes soft as he shoved the box into your hands.

"You need to stop spending money on me-" you said, a mixture of a whine and a groan coating your words, as you sat down on the edge of your bed to try on the pair of much too expensive heels.

"Who else would I spend it on, plus I love spoiling you, is there a problem with that?" Draco said, all while bending down to help you fasten the straps on your ankles, even though you both knew you could buckle them yourself.

"It makes me feel bad you know I can't buy you all this expensive stuff and I don't want you to feel like I don't love you because I can't buy you stuff-" you huffed out before dramatically flopping onto the bed.

"You know I don't think like that, you show me your love in many other ways trust me, now look at how good you look in these shoes" Draco said, hiding his amusement at your childish actions as his two large hands hauled you back up.

You gave him a glare and walked over to your full sized mirror and gasped at how good you looked in the shoes. Fuck he was always right.

"Baby I love it" you squeaked out completely forgetting your past annoyance at the purchase.

"And this my love is why I spoil you"

[sharky-teeth]

top dean/bottom sam fics that perfectly exemplify why bottom sam is the best (the list got kind of super long because i'm just too passionate about this topic):

take the things you love by hathfrozen: i think everybody and their grandma knows this one but i had to include it, this is our gospel. literally changed my life.

mommy dearest by tradwifesam: if you don't like feminization, read this and see the vision.

Softly, as a morning sunrise by LaughableLament: one of my go-to authors for fun and short PWPs.

Noise Complaint by formalizing: a lesson on how to make a thousand words count!

Coast On Through by philalethia: this actually contains switching, but when i tell you it has some of the best samdean scenes ever...

Feel About the Same Most Every Day: pining that you can feel in your bones.

Like a Machine by ani_coolgirl: camboy!sam perfection.

Untouchable for Life by Sintari: another one for my camboy!sam enthusiasts.

Undertow by Molly: starts out angsty and ends with psychic sex vibes, what's not to love?

Birthday Boy by DickBaggins: sam's ass is dean's birthday present, need i say more?

Keeping it Clean by themegalosaurus: swesson filth <3

this thing, for which we break by orbiting_saturn: intense and intimate, as PWP as it comes.

Sweltering by WhoopsOK: brothers with benefits done right. slutty sam as a treat!

weecest:

With A Bit Of Spit And Luck by elsi: in my top 5 weecest of all time, which is saying something because the competition is crazy.

Bulletproof by road_rhythm: gunplay! incredible characterization, if you have a kink for guilty dean who's unable to stop himself, and pushy sammy, this is the one.

Heart of Worms by Ninni: very moody, and beautifully written.

Petulant by formalizing: another short read that hits all the right spots and leaves you wanting more.

and all is right in Dean's world by ladygizarme: loved dean's characterization here, he left me feeling unsettled.

for those like me who need some jokes with your p*rn:

The Koala Conundrum by De_Nugis: (mentions of switching) to this day, one of the most unique & refreshing stories i've read, an absolute masterpiece.

the one with aphrodisiac: this one managed to be hilarious and hot in equal measure, an amazing feat.

Incidentally, It Was Christmas by ani_coolgirl: one of my favorite fics of the year! ani's humor is impeccable! if you also believe in the sam-sexual dean truth, this is a must read.

Tongue-Tied by ADeedWithoutaName: cursed!dean unable to speak, and sam speaking for both of them, you know where this goes...

Dicks in a Box by fictionallemons: buried alive and how do sam and dean decide to spend their time? it ain't cuddling!

Versatile, Tender and Delicious by themegalosaurus: improper use of a zucchini. read and find out.

for my omega sam lovers:

Five Weeks & its sequel Three Weeks Too Late by rei_c: probably my favorite wincest a/b/o of all time! i could've read 100k of this universe, loved the details put into it.

A Blind Fool's Luck by hellhoundsprey: this is also a favorite! i remember the tension in this fic had me dizzy. this author has an incredible way with descriptions, vivid and unique writing style.

Phantom Pain by hellhoundsprey: weecest! love their dynamic here so much, great blending of a/b/o traits while keeping them in character.

Clover by hellhoundsprey: perfectly done late seasons getting together! with the right amount of schmoop. clearly this author is very dear to me lol

know the feeling by sammyatstanford: this is the longest work in this list, around 40k words, and so worth it! really enjoyed the worldbuilding.

now to my favorite flavor (bottom sam with a side of delicious angst):

Lesser Evils by Dyed_Red: [non-con] not for everyone, but definitely for me. if you love samdean at odds and suffering, this will push all the right buttons. life-changing fic.

Is It Tomorrow (Or Just the End of Time) by elsi: the angst here is so glorious. from beginning to end it's angst, angst, then more angst. there is no resolution to their issues, and i love that.

Collision Course by lovetincture: one of the most believable first time stories i've read, spot on characterization and raw descriptions. didn't shy away from the ugly side of incest.

You can run away with me any time you want by Trojie: sam leaving for stanford fic! oh this one hurts like a motherfucker. there's a line in here that's so beautiful, it lives in my brain.

his skin barely keeping him inside by hathfrozen: another banger by hathfrozen, i have a weak spot for first time in a long time stories.

No such thing as Forgiveness by hellhoundsprey: lawyer!sam getting his life sent off track when big brother comes back to the picture... the unhealthy dynamic here is to die for.

Blood sacrifice sex magic type of thing by Goshen: sam performing ritual sex to cure his demon brother... as he should.

Worship Not These False Idols by killabeez: ruby fucking sam while pretending to be dean. as amazing as it sounds.

Circles of Light by WhoopsOK: there is a "Magical Healing Ass" tag. enough said

end of list! i tried to only include works with less than 10k hits here, so someone might find something they haven't read before. i didn't include warnings, so definitely check out the tags first. all these fics are seriously amazing, i hope more people will read these gems <3

[musicallisto]

omg for the valentine's prompt echo: sender leaves a voicemail, confessing their feelings with charles, u decide if receiver or sender :) (drgnsfly)

· · · · ♡ YOU WIN SOME, YOU WIN SOME (cl16)

… starring charles leclerc x f!reader ... 2.1k words ... in which losing an offhanded bet to pierre gasly never felt so good to charles leclerc. ... lol i know this was supposed to be short but im a chronic overwriter and i got carried away by this idea <3 piarles have my very heart and soul

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐑𝐂 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 know better by now than to make pacts with Pierre Gasly.

To be fair, it began so long ago—years upon years of late-night dinners after disappointing races hammering the habit in. Muscle memory, like corners of a track. Pierre says something outrageous to get a laugh out of Charles; Charles answers he'll gladly do it when he hits some impossible milestone.

"I think you should do a video with Squeezie, mate. You'd be aaaall over Twitter." "Yeah, right! When you beat me in chess, maybe."

"So are you ever gonna release an album where you sing or?" "When I'm world champion, sure. I'll let you do the adlibs."

And it always works, always does get a laugh out of Charles, even after the most botched races, once again powerless victim to Ferrari's fads, and somehow even after his very first breakup. Charles must've promised the moon and then some, in the sacred outline of a conspirational grin; things only the Norman can get out of him, it seems, and things he's already forgotten all about.

So it isn't that weird, truth be told, that he forgot about you too.

The pact is sealed on a charter jet. Charles can't remember where from and where to; somewhere between Europe and the Americas, because the flight had seemed eternal to him, gripping the seat's leather armrest every time the small plane jolted up and down from turbulence. For a second he'd thought the soft wheezing sound was an impending mechanical failure, precipitating them all to their death into the cold, unforgiving Atlantic... until he'd opened his eyes and noticed Pierre sneering at him.

"I don't understand how you're still not used to it with how much we fly."

"I don't understand how you get used to it," Charles had retorted. "It's just not natural! Man was not made to fly."

"Yeah, 'cause man was definitely made to go three hundred kilometers an hour in a big carbon box."

His exasperated sigh, arms crossing over his chest and eyes fluttering closed should be enough for Pierre to understand the conversation is over and out, but Charles can still feel his amused gaze on him. The Monégasque's pursed lips melt into a smile.

"Stop it," he groans.

"I'm not doing anything!"

There's a mock offense in Pierre's tone, quickly replaced by honeyed mischief when he speaks again.

"Just imagine you're sitting with Y/N instead of me."

Charles' eyes snap open.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Obviously he knows what that's supposed to mean, but he still has to brace himself for the conversation that comes next. For the high-pitched voice and offensively bad Southern accent.

"Oh no, Y/N, I'm so scared! The plane is going to explode! Hold my hand or I'll cry!"

"Okay, first of all, I'm not Marseillais," Charles' eyes narrow, "and second, I don't... need her to hold my hand or anything."

"But you'd like that," Pierre replies pointedly.

From the way Charles shifts in his seat, turning to face the window and muttering a "whatever", the Frenchman knows he's struck a nerve. He's more gentle when he speaks again, after a few seconds of silence.

"So when are you gonna tell her you're madly in love with her?"

"I'm not madly in love with anyone."

"You told me you think of her every time you pass Ascari because the little flowers that grow down the side of the track are her exact favorite color."

Of course, there's nothing to retort to that. Not that it would do much anyway; Pierre is Charles' closest friend on the grid, and has been for more years than his hands, now calloused from the gloves, can count; he doesn't need any word from the younger man, just the twitch of his eyelid and the shadow of his dimple, to know Charles is irrevocably enamored with his old friend.

"I'm just saying, if you're gonna be whipped for someone, at least make it your girlfriend."

"Ferrari is enough of a girlfriend to me," Charles snorts, but he doesn't miss how talking about you evaporated all the flying fright in his belly.

"Okay, hear me out," Pierre leans in conspiratorially, "if you win Monaco... you have to tell her."

Charles stares him down for long, long seconds. It's another one of those mindless pacts they sign together, a purely recreational agreement they'll both have forgotten by the time they hit the tarmac... and Pierre's eyes and slight smile are so familiar and enticing, and it's not like Charles has got any chance of winning Monaco soon, anyway, not after adding yet another DNF to his streak—by the time he stands on the top step before the marina, you'll have found someone, and perhaps even he will have, too, and all will be forgotten.

"Yeah, okay. Promise."

Promises to the wind. Utterly inconsequential.

Especially because Charles doesn't win Monaco the next year, and watches his teammate prowl on the podium instead. Nor does he even come close the following.

So by the time 2024 comes around, he's completely forgotten about his promise—more of a bet, really—to Pierre Gasly in that jet all those years ago. Although, of course, in the gaps left by the deep rumble of the engines, the only thing he hears is your voice from when you wished him good luck over the phone just an hour ago.

"This year's yours, champion! I'll be watching you on TV. Make me proud!"

Charles has never been more thankful for a boring race than the moment he races past the chequered flag, barely making out the mechanics' triumphant fists behind the tears clinging to his lashes. The walls he'd leaned against, catching his breath climbing Monte Carlo's steep hills as a child, kiss him one last time, beckoning him forth into the pitlane where he eventually comes to a halt, dizzy like only Monaco winners are.

Most of the celebrations immediately after are a blur. From the garage's bone-crushing embrace to the roaring crowd and a billion adoring eyes on him, like he is their god—it all clouds into one gigantic red and white haze and the immeasurable, euphoric lightheadedness of being on top of the world.

Charles is still in his drenched race suit, dripping from Mediterranean waters, when Pierre Gasly finds him in the harbor, beaming head to toe, and hugs him as tightly as his sore arms will allow.

"Bravo ma poule," Pierre laughs, and the vibration against Charles' chest makes him laugh too. "I knew you'd do it."

If this were a usual race they would debrief it right then and there, and Charles would no doubt hear detailed, explosive accounts of every act of vehicular manslaughter Esteban has attempted against his teammate; but this is no usual race, this is Monaco, its trophy now bearing Charles Leclerc's name until the end of time; so Pierre grabs his friend by the shoulders instead and looks him straight in the eye.

"So, you won Monaco."

"I did," Charles giggles.

"And you remember what that means, right?"

Charles doesn't like the sly smile he sees on Pierre's face—he knows it too well.

"That means we're gonna party?"

"That means you have to tell Y/N you love her."

For some crazy reason, Charles doesn't flinch at the thought, doesn't even try to argue against it, pretend he does not remember the pact—because it seems like a perfectly good idea, the most logical course of action to take. He's a Monaco Grand Prix winner—he's just won Monaco! He's drunk on the adrenaline, traversed up and down by a million lightning bolts; he could run a mile, or skydive into the sea, or even tell you he's been dying of love for you since the day you met.

This year's yours, champion! Make me proud!

"She's... she's in Paris right now, for work," he replies. "I'll have to do it when she comes back—"

"Call her."

"What?"

"Call her!"

"Like—now?"

"Yes, now! If you don't do it with me right now you're never gonna do it. You're not getting off easy."

Charles hesitates for a split second—so much for lightning-fast reflexes!—and then his hand reaches for his back pocket, and he goes to your contact like some higher being is piloting his every move.

One tone, two tones...

"Voicemail," Charles breathes out, frantic, looking over at Pierre like it's an implacable fatality only he can get him out of. Pierre opens his palms, widening his eyes with a shake of the head, his every muscle screaming, "So? Are you dumb?", and Charles nods, clears his throat.

"Ahem! Erm... hi. Hi! Hi Y/N. I'm calling to say I won! I won the race, I won in Monaco... at last," he smiles into the phone, somehow oblivious to the fact he's about to pour his heart out in front of his best friend. "And I, uh... I also wanted you to know that I'm... really sorry you couldn't make it to the race, because... the truth is I—I like you. Like, more than as a friend. I like you so much, and I've liked you for so long, it's... you've given me so much strength over the years, so much confidence and resilience to bounce back and I never expected to fall for you like this when we met but sometimes it just... happens! And I wanted to dedicate this victory to you. To thank you for sticking with me even when I suck horribly, or when I'm in a bad mood because I suck horribly... you're among the most important people in my life, and that's why I want you to have the most important day in my life too. At least if you don't feel the same way, you know, I still get... one victory. Uh, yeah! Bisous, bye!"

He misses the hang-up button once and then buries his phone in his pocket to never ever hear from it again. Pierre stands dumbfounded as his friend grimaces tentatively.

"Too much?"

But Pierre can't stop chuckling and shakes his head.

"Honestly, brother, I don't even wanna make fun of you, that was genuinely cute."

And the Frenchman grabs the Monégasque by the shoulder, whisking the little prince away into the fervent clamor of his Principality.

Charles' hands don't start shaking until well into the night. The rest of the evening passed in the blink of an eye amidst congratulatory kisses, unending interviews, and the grandest, finest dinner he's never had to pay for. But now Charles is sitting on the edge of his bed, trying to tie his nicest shoes for the afterparty, with the utmost certainty his eyes will burn out of his skull if he glances at the lit-up screen of his phone. No use putting it on Do Not Disturb, chucking it across the room, opening and closing the calculator app like a mad tiger pacing inside a circus trailer... the notification taunts him; three missed calls from you, and two voicemails he will never, ever open.

At least never ever sober.

He barely even remembers the exact words he used in that voicemail. Maybe it wasn't that bad, maybe there's still room to save face, salvage his ego. Pass it off as mere gratitude from a friend to a friend. He didn't say I love you, after all—right? Could he have?

The electric chime of his doorbell snaps him out of his reverie. Surely the taxi. It's a long way down to the first floor—dammit, Charles, who even needs a house with this many stairs?—and he's a little flushed by the time he rushes out the front door to the iron gate, distracted enough to forget to check the security cameras.

A gust of wind picks up just as he opens the gate... and stops dead in his tracks. You're only wearing a frilly summer dress, of course the night chill would make you shiver... you? At his doorstep?

You look up at him, all parted lips and disheveled hair in the night, and he swears your eyes light up the tranquil street a thousand times more than the car lights in the distance. He takes you in, you, you! So splendid and breathless like a comet made woman—your suitcase in your hand, the French taxi driving off behind, and he pieces it all together.

"Y/N...?"

"You had something to tell me," is all you answer, your face pure, gleaming, like the trophy he kissed facing the sea.

[cornfieldsrambles]

YOU HAVE PERMISSION TO INFODUMP PLEASE TELL ME ABOUT WIGGLY'S SIBLINGS???? THAT HE APPARENTLY HAS????

omg ok SO

Meet the Lords in Black. Charming, aren't they?

Yes, Wiggly does indeed have four brothers who all do different things, so I'll cover them one by one, in order of introduction (since we've already met each of them in Nightmare Time at least once). BTW Nightmare Time has a fuckton of lore in it that I won't go into here, so even though I am about to spoil significant parts of it for you, I do recommend watching it, it's really good and if there's enough interest they might make a third one!

(Also you might notice they're all in doll form in this picture. This is how we knew them up until NPMD introduced us to what I call their Tumblr sexyman forms. Which are rad as hell by the way.)

So you already know Wiggly. That little green fucker, Wiggog Y'Wrath, the Capitalist Cthulu who does uwu-speak and starts a cult by invading people's minds. This will become a bit of a reoccurring theme with these guys. He's also the only one to successfully start an apocalypse, and the only one to have attempted to birth himself into our reality. (Or is he? We'll get to that...) He does seem to have some kind of dominion over the other LiB, as whenever all five of them show up there's always emphasis placed on him, like in NPMD where he does most of the talking while his siblings occasionally butt in.

Now for Bliklotep. Blinky seems to have slightly lower-scale ambitions than Wiggly, but don't let that fool you. Eyeball Boi is still incredibly dangerous. He runs an amusement park, WatcherWorld, deep within the Hatchetfield Witchwood. But it's not for the amusement of the patrons. Oh no. It's for Blinky's own amusement. Once you step inside, every insecurity, every shred of potential conflict will be ripped to the forefront, turning people against each other to the point of trying to kill each other until he's fully infected their minds. It's implied that, if not all, but a significant chunk of the workers at WatcherWorld were once patrons before having their minds taken over by Blinky. He's also implied to be the thing in Trail To Oregon that Jack Bauer sees during his venom-induced hallucination, as Blinky is referred to as "The Watcher With 1,000 Eyes", which is exactly what JB says he sees? Making Blinky the only LiB to induce a Starkid crossover. My headcanon is that the Dikrats founded Hatchetfield. But regardless.

Next up on the roster is Tinky. T'noy Karaxis, the Time Bastard. You may be wondering about that one line in NPMD where he recognised Pete as a Spankoffski, and said he "could have the whole set in his toybox". Has Tinky gone after Pete's relatives?

Well. Um. You know Ted, right? Yeah, his name is Spankoffski. He's Pete's big brother. We actually got the surname reveal before the brother reveal, lol. And that's not the only reveal we got about Ted. Our boy Teddy Bear has this whole entire tragic backstory and it turns out he gets fucked over in literally every timeline! Isn't that fun?

So, to summarise an entire episode: Tinky makes travel fuckery happen, Ted wants to go back in time to fix his life, accidentally goes back to before the time machine was created and gets stuck in the past, literally. Tinky is watching and laughing at the whole thing, then shows up to blow Ted's brain to smithereens with his weird little magic box, the Bastard's Box, where he stores all the people he toys with. Anyway Ted eventually catches up with the present by aging, except now no one knows who he is, he's... actually I won't spoil that. But once he dies he ends up eternally trapped and tortured in the Bastard's Box. Yaaay.

Fast forward to Nightmare Time 2 and we get introduced to Nibbly, in possibly the most unexpected way imaginable. He's revealed to have been behind a whole episode literally right at the end of said episode, and even though it was kind of foreshadowed, it hits you like a freight train in the best way. Remember when I said Wiggly was the only one who tried to birth himself into reality? That was kind of a lie. Nibblenephim can sort of do that anyway. Every year, he can possess a bunch of carcasses and create a living form to walk the earth for one night. He also has a cult of followers who provide him with the carcasses, as well as a sacrifice to feed on. There's a little more to it, specifically with how the sacrifice is chosen, but again, I'm trying to spoil as little as possible. Go watch Nightmare Time. Nibbly also seems to have a "pig" motif, and his theme song, The Nibbly Ditty, is a banger, easily my favourite of the three LiB theme songs we've heard so far.

And finally, we are introduced to Pokotho, in the very last episode of NMT2.

Except no. We were formally introduced to Pokey there, yes, but we've seen his apocalypse already. Long before NPMD, before Nightmare Time, even before Black Friday.

Yeah, remember me saying that Wiggly was the only one to successfully start an apocalypse? That was also a lie! Pokey already did that, and he did it without ever showing his masked face. Remember The Guy Who Didn't Like Musicals? The blue spores that came down in a meteor and turned everyone into singing zombies? That was Pokey's doing! That's his blue spores! That's his apocalypse!

This also provides an explanation for why blowing up the meteor didn't work. Emma and Hidgens were right about the hivemind thing, but wrong about the location of the central brain. It wasn't the meteor - the meteor was just the vessel which carried the spores to Earth. The central brain was sitting safely up in the Black and White, laughing as Paul blew himself to smithereens. The central brain was Pokey, the Singular Voice, the most uncompromising of his brothers. The one who hates every voice that is not his own, hence the hivemind and making all of his zombies speak in HIS voice.

Anyway in NMT2 he's happily collecting musical zombies by taking on a human form and infiltrating a fighting ring of superpowered children until he has enough to kickstart another apocalypse. (Don't question it, we're almost done). He also calls himself Otho, not Pokey, making him the only LiB to have two different abbreviations of his name. Hannah is also there (remember her? Lex's little sister?) and she is like incredibly important to this whole thing, she has a super powerful mind, but that's a whole other thing.

But I did mention Hannah for a reason. Because you said "Wiggly's SIBLINGS". And while the Lords in Black are always referred to as brothers, they do have one more sibling. A sister. A Queen in White. And her name is Webby.

Yep, Hannah's imaginary friend isn't imaginary, who could have guessed? She's benevolent, always trying her best to combat her brothers' antics, but given that there's one of her and five of them, this is a bit of an uphill battle. Webby doesn't have a full name that we know of, nor does she have a doll. We don't know much about her. And she may not be all-powerful - but then again, neither are her brothers.

Infodump concluded. Hope this helps, it was very fun to write.

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

the heavy boxes

buttercup, chapter sixteen

a/n: i can't believe this series is finally complete... it started as just a therapeutic little thing I wrote for a week I was really feeling down from an anniversary of something traumatic (if you've read this series, then you can probably guess what it was, so I don't gotta go into the nitty gritty here in the lighthearted authors notes), but then I went and made it a long ass series. i blame the new season of daredevil for that one lol.

summary: “yeah, but that was when it was just my place,” he murmured, making you grin even wider, “I wanna fuck my girl in our home…” his palms swept lower down your form before he plucked you up onto the countertop next to the sink.

warnings: matt murdock x baker!reader, smut, neighbours to lovers, rape recovery, ptsd, moving, matt in a slutty tight t-shirt, kissing, dirty talk, size kink, manhandling, masturbation, mutual masturbation, fingering, orgasm denial, edging, multiple orgasms, squirting, protected sex, penetrative sex

word count: 3008

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Foggy and I are right around the corner, we’ll be there in two seconds!

As you glanced down at the text from Karen, Matt brushed passed you and asked, “who is it?” as he carried a hefty moving box in his arms towards the messy towers in the corner of your apartment.

“Oh, you know,” you sighed as you stuffed the phone pack into your pocket, “just my secret lover,” you decided to joke with a smirk as you returned to the cardboard box before you, now stuffed full and ready for you to flip closed.

Your words conjured a soft chuckle from him as he then set the container down, “oh, really?”

“Yeah, he’s pretty great,” you went on as he then shifted towards where you stood, “has a thing for running around the city at night, defending people. I mean, you couldn’t possibly relate to something like that, mister lawyer,” your arms caught his sides as he neared, “also, he does it in this whole get-up that’s very kinky,” you fought the urge to giggle as you snaked your touch around his frame, “and he compares himself to the devil a lot, which, I mean, that’s hot,” you uttered before you gave in to the losing battle and a laughter began to billow out of you, mixing and mingling with Matt’s own before his lips soon muffled your merriment with a kiss.

It didn’t take long for the sweet peck to escalate into a full-blown make out session, the both of you swiftly riling each other up so much that your feet began to shuffle, shifting you back till your spine collided against the far-off wall. Plucking you up into his arms, Matt smiled against your kiss as your soft thighs enveloped his hips and your core pressed up against his growing hardness.

But then, just before his greedy fingers had the chance to peel off your shirt, just before it could explode into something much more, a knock suddenly tapped against the front door of your apartment.

“Oh, no, no,” Matt promptly whined as you broke the kiss, “tell them to walk around the block or something,” he murmured desperately against your cheek as he already knew precisely who was waiting out in the hallway, “just five more minutes, that’s all I need.”

“Five minutes, yeah right,” you giggled as he tried to capture your lips once again, “put me down, Matty,” you uttered before he begrudgingly obeyed, still hard as a rock in his pants as you simply skipped towards the door to open it, “hi, guys!” you played off your remaining laughter as mere joy to see your friends faces, “thanks for this, really.”

“Hey, I was in since the moment you said free pizza,” Foggy admitted, raising up both of his palms.

“Just as long as it’s not one with mushrooms on it,” Karen cocked her head as she crossed the threshold.

Though moving all of your belongings quite literally just across the hall seemed like a small task, you quickly grew thankful for the extra hands that had gracefully agreed to help out. However, as you all began to shift the items from one apartment to the other, a specific hitch in your plan became so apparent that it was suddenly all you could fixate on.

It wasn’t often that you caught your wonderful partner on a day where he wasn’t either clad to go to court or clad to hit the streets, but seeing him today, in a t-shirt that clung onto his bulky frame as if it was about to burst at the seams, distracted you more than you cared to admit.

And the fact that the man was also marching around and carrying all of the boxes that you couldn’t even push an inch across the floor, only made matters worse as you nearly started drooling as his muscles flexed and bulged, completely on display.

The guy also didn’t have to revel so obviously in the fact either, but being the man that Matthew was, as soon as his sharp senses effortlessly picked up on the evident clues, a cocky grin stayed plastered on his features till he soon caught your waist, as you tried to pass by, and snuck you around a tall mountain of boxes to sneak a kiss so teasing that it only fanned the flames even further.

But after he had given the first poke, the teasing swiftly became a two-way street as you both seized every opportunity to slyly steal kisses and sizzling touches whenever the two of you were alone, or even just partly obscured, for longer than a few seconds.

Although, as soon as your friends left and the door to the apartment slammed shut behind them, you and Matthew rushed to each other like moths to a flame.

Pent up from the torture, you crashed against one another, your lips once again locked at an instant before Matt uttered, “fucking finally!” his feet shuffled, shifted you with him, further into the now cluttered abode, “I can’t tell you how hard it was to not just christen the apartment while they were still here,” a breath filled your lungs as flashes of his desperation flickered in your imagination, bending you over a stack of boxes, only to pause and cover back up each time one of your friends entered the room.

“But we’ve already had sex in here more times than I can remember,” you furrowed your brows as he backed you up and into the kitchen.

“Yeah, but that was when it was just my place,” he murmured, making you grin even wider, “I wanna fuck my girl in our home…” his palms swept lower down your form before he plucked you up onto the countertop next to the sink.

Slotting himself in between your thighs, he smiled against your lips as one of his hands floated up to tilt your jaw into the kiss that he pressed against your mouth.  

The whole dance that had stretched throughout the entire moving process had riled the both of you up so much that foreplay now would only draw out the torment as the pair of you each felt as if you were about to explode.

His lips migrated down the column of your neck as he swiftly stuffed a hand down your pants, his fingers slipping under the waistband of your panties to wet his fingers on your slickness. As he found your buzzing clit in a dizzying rub, the grip you had on his broad shoulders floated up and tangled in his short hair, your nails gently scratching along his scalp.

With one hand nestled between your thighs, swirling your puffy pearl and giving it the attention it deserved, his other palm drifted up along the outline of your frame till his touch found your jaw. Your cheek was aflame beneath his hand as his thumb soon stretched out to trace your soft lips, although when he briefly dipped it just shyly inside of your mouth, you caught him off guard when your mind melted and your lips wrapped around his digit, your gentle tongue swiftly fluttering against his skin and making him groan. Soon, two others took the thumb’s place, keeping your sweet mouth occupied as your legs began to tremble on either side of his hips.

Now, the man didn’t need to pet you for long before you unravelled for him, moaning around his fingers before your head tilted back, unplugging your mouth as your hips rocked back against his touch.

As you were panting with your hazy haze directed at the tall ceiling, you felt Matt’s hand dissipate as he stumbled back, dragging slow steps across the kitchen till he bumped against the counters on the opposite side and swiftly leaned back against them.

Though just as you felt the intoxicating high cause your eyelids to grow heavy, you blinked down just in time to catch as Matthew’s palm cupped the hardness that tented his pants, before he swiftly seized the zipper to free himself.

The slow stroke he then granted his throbbing length caused a pout to find your lips before your own touch began to travel down your frame, acting of its own accord to give yourself some relief.  

Though as you stared, and your hand snuck its way down to mimic the manner he had just touched you moments before, you soon couldn’t help but whine, “Matty,” your eyes traced his tight fist as it leisurely twisted up and down his cock.

“What?” he chuckled, knowing full well how you wanted him to get back within your reach, though only smirked at the way you whimpered.

“Don’t play that game,” you panted, “do you really wanna get off all the way over there, all lonely?”

“Oh, honey, I thought you liked to watch.”

“That’s so not the point,” a shiver ran down your spine as a smile twinkled on your features.

“So, what is your point then?” he slowly pushed away from the counter, though didn’t near you yet.

“Are you seriously gonna make me beg?” you giggled as the spark of satisfaction his slight shift granted you made you dizzily kick off both your pants as well as your soaked panties beneath.

“Yeah,” he exhaled as he tugged open the junk drawer directly next to his hip, “I think I am,” he cockily uttered before his fingers conjured a condom from the catch all compartment.

A long sigh flowed through your smile before you then huffed, “please.”

“Please, what?” his feet slowly began to carry him towards you.

“Please fuck me, Matty,” your chest rose and fell rapidly as he got near, your eyes dipping to his dick as he swiftly rolled on the rubber.

Catching your legs, he yanked you even closer to the edge, scooting you near to wrap your thighs around his frame, “tell me again.”

And as you felt him nudge his hardness against your weepy core, briefly parting your petals with his girth, you whimpered, “please fuck m–,” before a gasp suddenly flowed form your lungs as he gave you exactly what you wanted. Burying himself inside your warmth, his hips then locked up as a sigh slipped from him and fanned across your heated cheeks, his nose ghosting against the tip of your own as you both revelled in the sensation. And as your cunt clenched around his girth, his heavy sack nestled up against your slick skin, a hazy smile found you both.

Though just as a faint giggle bubbled in your throat, Matt parted his lips once more and said, “again,” as he then slowly dragged his cock back out of you, making your eyes roll in your skull.

“F-fuck me, p-please,” you repeated as your eyes flickered down to catch sight of how your cream stained his fat girth, the slickness echoing throughout the apartment as his length then filled you up once again.

“Like that?” he offered you another thrust, slow and deep, “is this how this little pussy wants to be pounded?” his hand floated up to cup the side of your face, “could that make you cum again for me?”

“Y-yes!” you nodded as his electric rhythm caused you to gasp.

“Well,” his fingers drifted up to tangle in the edges of your hairline, “then keep begging me all pretty and I’ll do just that,” he uttered before capturing your lips in a fevered kiss.

Foggy echoes flowed from your lips as he then began to fuck you. Scorching lips dancing down the column of your neck, his grasp swiftly ripped off your shirt to clear the path for his kisses to wander down towards your chest.

And as he buried his face in your tits, littering the soft peaks in hickeys, your own touch clawed at his broad shoulders as you held on for dear life, nearly ripping holes in the fabric of his t-shirt as your fists clenched the cotton tightly.

But by the time that you felt the end grow near once again, the begging fell short on your lips and ended up costing you your orgasm as Matthew then boldly took a step back and let his cock slip out of your pussy completely.

“Wa-wait!” you swiftly grasped after him as your cunt fluttered, twitching around nothing as you promptly backed away from that intoxicating edge.

“What? I’m just holding up my part of the deal, baby,” he tried to keep a straight face, “if you wanna try again, I’ll be in the bedroom,” he uttered playfully before slipping out of your reach.

“Matt!” a short giggle bubbled through your gasp as you jumped off the counter and landed on your wobbly legs, “that’s not fair,” you tried to catch up to him, though when you did, your jelly-like legs stumbled and you ended up taking him down with you just as his hand wrapped around your waist. Tumbling to the floor, you swiftly seized the opportunity and swung a leg over his frame before he had the chance to slip away once more, “do you have any idea how close I was?”

“Is that really a question?” he smirked as you rolled on top of him.

“So you were an asshole on purpose, good to know,” you then reached down to grasp his cock, “then I guess you won’t mind if I repay the favour,” you slowly sank back down upon his length, your thighs trembling slightly on either side of his hips at the delectable stretch, “see how you do if you have to keep begging for it…”

“Oh, that’s cute,” he chuckled teasingly, his eyes briefly fluttering as he once again felt your velvety walls cling around him, “but we both know you’re way too nice to not let me cum.”

Letting out a gasp even though you knew he was right, as you did admittedly love to make him feel good, you still argued, “I-I could do it.”

Propping himself up to a sitting position, his face was suddenly much closer to your own as he cocked his head, “oh yeah?”

“Yeah,” your cunt couldn’t help but clamper down around his cock as you then watched him peel his tight shirt over his head and toss it off to the side.

Inching in a bit closer, he uttered, “then fucking do it,” before you then shoved him back to lay flat on the floor beneath you, the grin only brightening on his face as he let you plant your palms on his broad chest for support before you mustered up the strength to move.

Though a bit shaky at first, slowly raising up your hips before lowing yourself back down upon his fat cock, you soon found a rhythm that made your toes curl.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” his grip dented your thighs as they flexed with each molten rock of your hips, “bounce that ass for me,” he groaned beneath you, “ride me, just like that.”

Gliding your palms down to where his own was glued to your skin, you caught both of his before he weaved his fingers in with your own, letting you hold his hands as you chased your high, rolling your hips till you felt yourself catch back up to where you’d been.

And as you then finally came once more, the edging Matt had tormented you with turned out to only amplify the release as you then gushed around his girth, your cunt fluttering around him so fiercely that it forced his dick out completely, letting your pussy soak his pants, that still remained half on his body. Quivering above him, your fingers soared down to replace his girth, prolonging the high as you feverishly rubbed your puffy clit as well as hooked your digits inside of you till your juices no longer drenched your possessed efforts.  

“Oh my god, yes, that’s my girl,” you heard him grunt as he nearly reached out to give you a hand, though only helped keep you upright as you spasmed atop of him.

You were completely boneless, barely registering as he then rolled you over to lay on the ground, it wasn’t till you blinked up at him to discover him hovering above you that you noticed that it hadn’t just been your dizziness that had turned the world upside down.

Dropping down to support his weight on his burly forearms, he now only had to tilt his chin for his lips to crash against your own.

“God, I love you,” his low timbre washed over your still tingling senses as he eventually withdrew from the breathless kiss.

Feeling something change in the air, you knew with but a look upon his features that the little game had been dropped, forgotten the very moment that he slid his cock back inside your haven.

“I love you,” your legs curled up to tangled around his hips as he slowly eased himself even deeper, “I love you so fucking much…” you murmured hazily before you then kissed him once again, your whimpers soon vibrating against his tongue.

Staring up at him through hooded eyes, your mouth hung agape as he began to buck into you, taking your breath away at each slow and deep stroke he offered you, plugging you up so perfectly that your pussy soon began to sing for him once again in sinfully sloshing sounds each time his girth would nudge against your g-spot.

Though usually concealed beneath his clothing, the cross necklace that he always wore now dangled from his neck, swaying like a pendulum as it kissed your cheek, caressing your skin at each zealous thrust, his heavy balls smacking against your leaky mess each and every time.

And when you eventually came one last time, once again squirting, though this time around his girth as he kept up his efforts for just a few more snaps of his hips before he as well fell apart, holding you close as you both panted through your matching smiles.  

© 2025 thyme-in-a-bubble 

[ghostly-bat]

This one is for @gosuckmydickgrayson simply inspired by whatever conversation we were having under a post (I don't remember which one lol)

Basically Jon's accepted the fact that Damian is pretty for a long time now but dumbly enough hasn't realized that his feelings go beyond physical attraction. Damian's only now realizing that Jon is hot, it's freaking him out and his blaming himself for not noticing sooner like the emotionally repressed bat that he is. (Like buddy where have you been??)

Their respective ages in this one are around 18 to 19 btw! Or super early twenties you decide uwu

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Damian's been going off about a mission that went absolutely off the rails for the past 15 minutes. Something about how no one listens to him, how they should because he's always right. Irey says that maybe if he said it nicer, they'd listen to him, and that just makes Damian throw daggers at her before he resumes his lecturing.

He is lecturing everybody, Jon included.

Jon, however, is not listening. He's had a hard time listening to Damian for years now actually. Though to be fair, he has had his moments where he would tune out Damian on purpose simply because he just didn't feel like hearing about how Tim took whatever was left of the Lucky Charms and left the empty box in the pantry.

But this was different. Because Damian could be telling him about whatever game he's been playing or whatever anime he's been watching, and Jon himself would notice the small beauty mark under Damian's left eye, the way his lashes frame his eyes, the soft and delicate features that are often paired with a stern look or an annoyed frown, the way his skin looks like it has almost no imperfections, and before he knows it, Damian is snapping his fingers in front of his face, bringing him back to reality.

It was in one of these many moments that Jon Kent realized,

"Holy shit... Damian's really fucking pretty," and it was for sure going to be his downfall.

When he realized around the age of 13 that his best friend was absolutely beautiful, Jon did his best to repress it; he did his best to not think about it because,

'Why would I find Damian pretty? He can be so bossy and arrogant'

'He acts like such a know-it-all, thinks he's right all the time'

'It's probably just puberty, it's nothing too serious'

These were things he told himself for the longest time. Did his best to find reasons to not think that Damian is pretty, but in all honesty, the last thing he wanted to do was admit that

"Oh my god... my best friend is pretty."

It's something that would keep him awake at night from the ages of 13 to 16.

It was something that would genuinely stress him out, something that would genuinely frustrate him to the point where, if Damian asked him to hang out, he'd make up some type of excuse like, "I'm going to my grandparents' farm this weekend" or "Sorry, D, my mom grounded me this week," because when he did hang out with Damian or when he was anywhere near Damian's vicinity, all he could do was focus on his pretty face.

Jon would stare at Damian wishing he would just get uglier, his life would be so much easier if Damian was uglier. But if he stared for too long his mind would begin to wonder about how long Damian's lashes have gotten and how cute his nose was.

He hated it.

Jon was so blaming Damian's mom for this. Why'd he have to look so much like her.

When he did decide to admit the fact that he found Damian really, really pretty, the first person he went to about his dilemma was Kon, and he wasn't much help because Kon's immediate first response was:

"Oh. So you like them mean and pretty, huh?"

The smirk that Kon was giving Jon told him everything he needed to know, and that was that Kon knew long before he did.

(And Kon had known that not only did Jon find Damian attractive, but that he clearly felt something more than just the fact that Damian was attractive. But that was something that Jon needed to discover for himself.)

Jon also picked up on the fact that Kon didn't just use the word mean to describe Damian, but he also used the word pretty, which could only mean…

"Wait... you also think Damian's pretty?"

"I have eyes, Jon. I know a pretty face when I see one, and so does everybody else."

Oh, and how true that was, because as soon as Kon said those words, that's when Jon realized that he definitely was not the only one who also thought Damian Wayne was pretty.

He proceeded to have another existential crisis about it.

And so, after the years of mental acceptance he's had to do, (he finally accepted it around the age of 17) he was now standing in the middle of the Watchtower, getting scolded with the rest of his team from the man he found absolutely stunning.

"I hope you all realize this is why we have plans; this is why we talk about strategy; this is why we don't react on impulse—"

"It got the job done, though."

'Oh, Tai... this is not the time to be talking back right now,' everyone collectively thought.

Damian stopped his rant for a brief moment, looked dead in the eye at his teammate, and said, "Oh, do not get me started on you—"

Damian liked things done a certain way, and everyone on this team should know that by now, but everyone on this team is also just as stubborn as the next.

So Jon stands there, alongside the rest of his teammates as they continue to get reprimanded, arms crossed and staring.

He sees Damian's lips moving, but... they look really soft. 'I wanna kiss him...' he thinks (oh, and that was a new thought he'd have to come back to later), and the way Damian's nose scrunches up when he's ranting about whatever is cute. Maybe it's just him, but 'Are Damian's eyes greener? They seem shinier.' Damian, in general, is really distracting.

And in that moment, Jon's brain decided that

'Hey, wouldn't it be great, just awesome to think your thoughts out loud!,'

So then, without thinking: "You're pretty when you're mad..."

Damian immediately stops and turns to look at Jon with a look that can only be described as horribly shocked and confused.

Everyone else also stops and turns to look at Jon.

And of course, Jon realizes a second too late what he just said.

There's a moment of silence before Damian speaks again because he needs to process what he just heard. He's shocked, bemused, and flattered? He is feeling everything in between, and it feels like he's in crisis mode.

"E—excuse me!?"

"I—"

"You—"

Damian was already red in the face, but it's for a completely different reason now.

"I—I didn't mean it!"

"You didn't mean it!?"

"I mean, I wasn't listening!?"

"You weren't listening!?"

Goddamn it, Jon really needs to get his foot out of his mouth. And he really needs to pay better attention because wait... when did Damian get into his personal space?

'Oh... his skin looks really soft...'

Now that Damian was closer, he could smell that smell that was oh so Damian. How he was fighting the impulse to cup Damian's face and simply admire him.

"Jon! Are you listening!?"

Oh yeah, he was getting yelled at.

Jon lets out a sigh; it's his own way of admitting defeat. Because it's been so hard keeping all this in for so long. And he already went ahead and said what he said so now seems like a better time than ever.

"I'm sorry, Dames... You're just really distracting..."

And Jon sees the red go from Damian's cheeks to his ears and down his neck. He also notices that Damian got shorter? Or maybe he himself got taller?

Yeah, that was probably it.

Damian at this point has absolutely no idea what to say. What could he say!?

He was confused and feeling so many things at once; he felt warm—in fact, everything felt warm.

'When did everything start to feel so warm!?' His thoughts felt like they were going into overdrive.

But wait... when did he get so close to Jon?

'Was Jon always this tall? There's no way I had to crane my neck up this high just to talk to him,' Damian thought.

He notices that Jon is slightly tanner; it makes his freckles more prominent. And his hair... it's longer, shaggier. It somehow suits him, making Damian feel some type of way. Oh, and those blue eyes, those pretty blue eyes with just a hint of violet.

Jon really is handsome.

It was kind of pissing him off.

And then his eyes begin to travel from Jon's face down to his chest, and almost immediately, he regrets it.

'His chest is... big... and his arms...'

Jon's suit wasn't doing much to hide it either. It seemed to be too tight now, and it was incredibly distracting.

Damian swallows; his throat feels dry now because when did Jon start filling out?

Why is he taller?

He was already tall to begin with! He doesn't need to be any taller!

Damian is now having an internal crisis and feels like he's going crazy.

He decides the best course of action is to take a deep breath and take five steps back from his best friend.

Emphasis on best friend, he reminds himself.

This action helps Jon relax a bit too, but then it's quickly replaced with confusion.

"Get a new uniform."

"What?"

"Get a new uniform before I make you one myself," Damian says through gritted teeth and with very clear annoyance.

"This whole thing has been absolutely ridiculous; everyone is dismissed!"

However, no one really leaves; they all just sort of stand there processing what they just witnessed as they watch Damian round a corner and disappear.

"... What the hell was that?" Kathy is the first one to break the awkward tension.

Jon just groans, throwing his head back and covering his face with his hands out of embarrassment.

Damian is now left with the fact that he finds his own best friend, Jon Kent, attractive in more ways than one. And the fact that Jon clearly feels the same about him is making his brain melt just a little bit.

[nanamisbbygirl]

—☆ friends with benefits!

chapter 2. dorm rooms

paring: geto suguru x reader

genre: college au, drama, smut with plot

summary: a pact of pleasure between friends runs the risk of ruining everything. passionate flames burn the hardest. you and geto care about each other, but what happens when sex gets tangled with friendship?

cw: fwb! dynamic (obviously), shower sex, praise kink, dacryphilia if you squint, teasing, toxic dynamic, hickeys, no aftercare, some fluff and humor too

a/n: i tried to include some of their friend group dyanmic, hopefully it comes off natural i don't have a lot of friends lol

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A month had passed since that fateful houseparty, and you could not stop thinking about Geto. It was impossible to get him off your mind. Your body would ache for him in the middle of the night, thinking about his skillful fingers and just how well he seemed to fit inside of you. 

You couldn’t replicate his rhythm, your imagination just wasn’t cutting it. To say you were frustrated would be an understatement. A part of you wanted to ask him to fuck you again, but you thought that it would be for the best if you didn’t. 

Besides, it seemed as though Geto had moved on to his next victims already. You didn’t see him much, but when you did, there was another girl hanging around him. That hurt you, even if you knew it shouldn’t have. You couldn’t help yourself from crying when you went home, but you knew better. It all felt so pathetic that you were so attached to him. The no strings attached part was made very clear to you. So why did you feel this way? 

Geto acted as if nothing had happened between the two of you, which was not surprising, he told you that much after all. You still laughed together with your friends and of course went out occasionally. On your move-in day, he even helped you– even though it was brief, his muscles were quite useful in picking up some boxes. 

You and Shoko had been lucky enough to be roommates. Although luck had little to do with it, more like submitting the applications at the same time and fudging the responses in order to make sure you were 100% compatible. The only downside was that you didn’t have your own showers. 

That’s why you once again found yourself in Geto’s room– he was lucky enough to have a private room, with an ensuite as well.

“You guys can use it whenever you want, I don’t mind.” He had once said to you and Shoko, but you wondered if that would still be the case after what happened between the two of you.  

Yet, you still found yourself knocking at his door. You had just officially moved into your dorm building, while Geto had already been settled in for about a week. You needed to take a shower, and with how exhausted you were, you weren’t in the mood to use the communal ones. 

“Hey,” he seemed a little bit surprised to see you at the threshold of his room. “What’s up?” 

You lifted the shower caddy, “does the offer still stand– I could really use a shower right now. I stink.” 

He laughed, letting you in. 

“Just give me a sec to clean up a little in there.” He opened the door to his bathroom, and you peeked in. There were a couple towels on the floor, and some tissues that needed to be thrown out. You noticed a box of condoms sitting on his countertop, which he quickly threw under the sink. A small bottle of lube also caught your eye. 

“Actually-” you perked up, “there’s something I want to talk about before…” 

Your voice trails off and Geto raises his eyebrow, looking at you confused. He sat down on his dorm bed, waiting for you to continue. 

“What is it?” He asked, leaning back, placing his hands before his head. 

“If I’m being honest, I can’t stop thinking about… well you know that night.” 

Geto feels a lump forming in his throat, he’s worried that you’re about to confess your love for him or something. His eyes narrow, watching as you stumble over yourself. 

You have to remember the key words: no strings attached. 

“I guess what I’m saying is that- I physically want to be with you again.” You say, flustered. 

“You want me to fuck you again?” He tries to clarify. 

“Maybe, yeah, I mean if you’d be okay with that.” You try saving yourself any more embarrassment, thinking that Geto would just laugh in your face. “And it would be just physical, like-like friends with benefits or something.” 

He scans you up and down as you nervously stand in front of him, anticipating his rejection. There was a quiet break in your conversation, as Geto stared into your eyes. 

“Okay.” He starts, pausing to think. “But only if it’s just physical. I’m not looking for a relationship.” 

You nod, “yeah ‘promise.” 

“You can’t fall in love with me. This isn’t some movie–I’m not Justin Timberlake.” 

Smiling, you reply: “right. I’m not Mila Kunis.” 

Geto hummed, “you’re not my girlfriend and I’m not your boyfriend. We fuck and we stay friends. Got it?” 

“Yes,” you pause, you weren’t used to Geto having such a cold front. His tone sent a shiver down your spine. 

“And another thing,” he started, “it’s probably for the best if you don’t tell anyone about our little arrangement.” 

“That’s fine with me.” You tell him. 

“So,” he said, whipping out a grin, “does that mean you want me to join you in your shower?” 

With those words, you were being pressed up against the shower glass, his warm body behind you, cranking your neck to the side and abusing it with kisses. The dorm shower was small, but you were making it work. 

You could feel his hard dick against your back, how the rubbery texture of the condom poked and rubbed against the curve of your butt. 

His lips found yours, as the steam in the bathroom seemed to intensify. This was exactly what you had been fantasizing about– his large stature taking control of you, fucking you into oblivion. 

“I want you to fuck me so bad,” you whispered in between breaths, your voice nearly been drowned out by the sound of running water. 

Geto’s arms travel around you; one circling your waist, the other putting you in a make-shift headlock, bracing your shoulders. His biceps pressed against your face, and you noticed how much bigger they seemed, making you wonder if he’d been working out more over the summer. 

His dick was lined up with your slit, and with slow thrusts forward, Geto let his dick glide over your pussy, teasing your entrance. 

“Keep begging for it,” he growled in your ear, heating up your core, letting your body mold into his. This was a different side of his sexuality, something more intense, lustful even. Although you didn’t hate it, it riled you up, giving you an animalistic urge to fulfill. 

“Please Su,” you hiccup, “I need you!” 

You squirmed, trying to rub back on him, to force his thick cock inside of you but the arm that was around your waist kept you in place. You were under puddy in his hands, at his mercy, hoping that he would fuck you the way you wanted. 

“Not good enough,” he continued. “Let me really hear you beg for it.” 

Your lip quivered, gripping the glass door like there was no tomorrow. You let out various babbles, hoping that it would satisfy him, pleading desperately for him to go inside of you. Although, your mind was hazy, distressed by the feeling of his shaft toying with your slit. 

“Please, please, please, I need you to fuck me! Please Su, I wanna feel you stretch me out!” You whine, tears rolling down your cheeks, but that seems to only turn him on more. How cute you were when you were desperate. 

“Atta girl.” He begins lining himself up with your entrance, “that wasn’t so hard, was it?” You shake your head, feeling his cock head dipping into your hole. 

Unlike when he had taken your virginity, he wasn’t as slow or patient, burying his cock deep inside you, rutting up, hitting all the right places. You couldn’t contain the moans and whimpers that you let you– the stretch was amazing. 

“You like being fucked like this?” He asked, making you cry out a weak ‘yes.’ He was smirking, and you could feel it as he pressed his lips against your ear, nibbling it gently before returning some of his attention onto your neck. 

He knew it would be best to not leave any marks, but the option was so tempting. He wanted you to squirm and thrash in his arms as he left love bruises on your not-so-innocent skin. While thinking about just how cruel that would be, his hand found your clit quickly, watching you crumble over his touch. 

“I wanna cum!” You whine, causing his speed to pick up. Both his cock and his fingers worked at an extremely fast pace, bringing you closer and closer to the edge. You kept letting out your squeaky moans, telling him how close you felt. 

That’s when he decided to sink his teeth into your soft neck, driving you over the edge. You didn’t want to imagine the mark that it would leave– first of all being too distracted by the wave of emotion crashing over you. Your thighs shook, relying on Su’s strong arms to hold you in place. You had basically molded to his form. 

You could feel the creamy rings you were forming around him, as the sloppy sounds filled the bathroom. 

Geto’s groans increased too, panting into your ear, letting you know that you were a good girl, and that he was close too. Throbbing inside of you, he pulled out, doing what he had done the first time; ripping off the condom and letting his seed drizzle onto your back. It rolled down your butt and onto the shower floor. 

He held you for a second long, “can you stand?” 

“I-I think so.” You tell him as he starts letting go, reaching for the shower head. He washed the cum off your back, letting some of the water hit his chest as well. 

Somehow he managed to not get his hair wet, and as soon as he had cleaned you up, he let you continue your shower. Alone. 

Catching your breath, you showered as quickly as you could, exhausted from the recent events. When you got out of the bathroom, Geto was in sweats and a t-shirt, scrolling on his phone while sitting at his desk. You had your tower around your body. 

“Satoru asked if you and Sho wanted to get dinner together at the dining hall. What do you want me to tell him?” He questioned, wondering if you were too tired to do anything else. 

“Sure, I’m getting hungry.” Geto nodded, clicking his fingers on his phone before sending the message. “Do you think I can borrow a t-shirt? I forgot to bring a clean one.” 

Before you slept together, a question like this would be the norm. You often borrowed clothes from him, so you didn’t think it was an out-of-the-blue question. Yet, Geto looked at you with a bit of a sneer.

“Sure,” he said begrudgingly, tossing you a plain black shirt. You let the towel fall, redressing in your fresh clothes. Geto averted his eyes, keeping his vision fixed on his phone screen. 

You placed your dirty clothes in a little bag, as Geto started to get up, making his way to the door. You trailed behind him, pointing to your bag. “I’ll pick these up after dinner, is that okay?” You didn’t see why it wouldn’t be okay. 

“Whatever,” he grunted, “just don’t get used to leaving your shit at my place.” 

I’m not your boyfriend, his words from earlier rung in your ear, wondering why that meant that he needed to be so rude to you. You thought nothing would change, and you’d still be friends. 

You said nothing as you walked, until Geto’s fingers touched your neck. 

“I think you got a little something right here.” He snickered. 

Opening your phone camera, you catch a glimpse of the hickeys he’s left on your skin. Mouth falling open, you wonder how on earth you’re gonna cover it up. 

Shoving him slightly, you sneer. “What happened to keeping everything hush hush, hm? 

He nudges you slightly in return, “relax, can’t you just say it’s a burn from one of those heat tools?” 

“Right, like Shoko’s gonna believe that?” You whine, rolling your eyes. 

You’re nervous as you enter the dining hall, thinking about just what your friends would say. Shoko would know it wasn’t the result of a hair straightener, and you weren’t the best liar. 

So, when Gojo teased you about it, you made sure to tell the truth– well, part of the truth. 

“A guy gave it to me,” you smirk, feeling Geto’s leg kick you slightly under the table. 

“Oh yeah?” Geto’s eyebrows perked up. 

You nodded, “yup, he helped me move some boxes up the stairs cause the elevator was jammed.” You can feel the way Geto is staring daggers into you. You didn’t mind the lie though, afterall, your little fling was meant to be a secret. 

“I don’t remember this?” Your roommate interjected. 

“It’s because you weren’t there yet.” You prayed that no one could see through your facade, other than Geto, that is. 

“Hmph, whatever– just keep a sock on the door.” She said with a chuckle. 

You laughed alongside her, catching Geto’s eyes. He had an interesting smile on his face. He was amused by the way you were covering his tracks. Only the two of you knew where those marks came from, and they sure as hell weren’t from some stranger in your dorm building. 

“Lucky guy,” Geto said jokingly. Gojo hummed in agreement. “Are you gonna introduce us?” 

That’s when you kicked Geto’s leg in return, “I don’t think he’s interested in me like that.” God, you hated the way he teased you, although you figured there would be more of this in your near future.  You also realized that you would need to be more careful with your sneaking around. In order for the arrangement to work, your friendship needed to be a priority, if not, everything would break.

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Back to you

Summary: in a world where everyone has a soulmate, you find yours in the least expected way.

Pairing: Felix x fab!reader

Genre: fluff, angst, smut, sci fi au, slice of life au

Word Count: 8.8k

Warnings: time jumps, kissing lol, unprotected sex (don't), creampie, making love, dirty talk?, kinda an open ending

Notes: stuck in my sci fi era lol i had this idea for a while and decided to finish it recently. let me know what you think!

If you enjoyed, please consider a like, reblog, or comment as it keep me motivated.

Divider by @sweetmelodygraphics

Please do not copy, translate, modify, use, or repost this work elsewhere without my permission. ©️moonchild9350 (2024)

“We’re done!”

Two words, two little words. Who would have thought those two words would break Felix’s heart. He thought Xania was the one, after all she was supposed to be his soulmate.

Felix turned to walk down Xania’s stairs, taking each step slowly, one foot in front of the other. He scratched his blonde hair, messing up the little hairs that were pulled back into a ponytail. He had a frown on his face, as he contemplated where he went wrong.

Now, without Xania, he was back to square one. He needed to remedy this and fast before others found out. The world frowns upon a twenty five year old bachelor, especially in a world where people have a soulmate assigned to them since birth.

It’s the year 3050, and humanity has improved for the better, natural selection weeding out the weak. Aging is slower due to scientific advancement, where now every year the earth rotates around the sun, humans do not age as they did a century ago. Instead every five years, a human ages one year. In this case, Felix has been twenty-five for five years now. Next year on his birthday, he will finally be twenty six…and still without finding his soulmate.

Felix continues to walk down the street, muttering under his breath, conflicted on what to do next. He would have to go back to the company Soulmate and Co. and file a complaint against the lady who told him Xania was his soulmate. Deciding that this is what he’s going to do, he turns around and hails a hover car, giving the address of the building he needs.

The ride doesn’t take long as the car glides through the sky, bypassing other hover cars and buildings. Once there, he slips a coin into the pouch next to his seat and exits the car. He takes a moment to view the building in front of him, tilting his head back so he can take in the whole thing.

It seems to reach all the way to the sky, the glass reflecting the bright sun that is shining today.

He marches up the steps and through the double doors, walking past the seating area, which is filled with various other clients, some smiling while others are distraught, their heads in their hands. He continues to walk through the foyer, making his way to the front desk.

“The matchmakers please,” Felix tells the person behind the desk.

She nods at his request and signals for a guide to take him to his destination. He follows the lady, to an elevator with glass doors at the end of the hall. She beckons him to enter the glass container and presses a button labeled ‘level 50’ before stepping back with a smile.

The elevator ascends gracefully, gliding on the gears without a sound, the many floors passing by with a blur. A minute passes and then two until he finally reaches the floor he needs. The elevator doors open with a hiss and Felix exits, stepping outside of the box.

He looks left and right, before noticing a directory plastered on the wall straight ahead. He doesn’t give this a second glance, having been here before, but instead makes his way down the hall until he reaches a door with a placard on it identifying “Mavis, Matchmaker”

Felix pushes open the door and marches in, determination in his step. Mavis’s secretary looks up and smiles, waiting for him to approach the desk.

“How can I help you?” She asks pleasantly, ignoring the annoyed face Felix makes at her.

“I need to speak with Mavis,” Felix pauses for a moment before he decides to add, “now.”

The secretary eyes him, most likely deciding if he would be a threat. She must have ultimately decided he was ok because she smiled once more before pressing a button and announcing that he was here.

Felix only had to wait a brief moment when the door to the left opened, revealing a beautiful girl in the doorway. She had the signature insignia, signaling that she was a matchmaker plastered on her chest for all to see.

“Mr. Lee,” she said shocked, her eyes widened at the sight of him.

“Mavis, I need to speak with you.”

Mavis stepped out of the way, beckoning him into her office. Felix quickly walked over, sitting in one of the many chairs scattered throughout the small office.

“What can I do for you? If I remember correctly, you had found your soulmate? Why are you here?”

Felix looked at mavis incredulously. “Why am I here? Because xania broke up with me! She’s not my soulmate, which means you messed up!”

He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. He was furious, and how can he not be? Because of the matchmakers mistake, he’d be the laughing stock of his family, having to explain that he was told the wrong person was his soulmate.

Mavis looked at him, her eyes widened at the accusation. “Surely there was a mistake. Xania is your soulmate…the roster confirmed it,” she hurriedly said as she pulled up a database with her fingers.

She scanned the various documents, her hand moving this way and that as she looked up his profile. finding the page she needed, she stared at it for a moment, her eyes moving across the screen.

As she came to a certain area, her eyes widened and her mouth opened as she took a deep breath. Recovering quickly, she straightened up and looked at Felix.

“It seems there indeed was a mistake. I am so sorry Mr. Lee. Xania was not your soulmate.”

Felix stared at Mavis, fighting the urge to say something he would regret. Instead he said, “thank you, yes there has been a mistake. And now I need you to tell me who is my soulmate.”

Mavis hesitated, not sure what to say. “Well…I can but it’s complicated. It seems like your true soulmate is already bound to someone else…”

Bound to someone else? Shit. What is he to do now? His soulmate is galavanting with another person.

“So what do I do now?” Felix asked dejectedly, his head hanging down.

Mavis thought for a moment, considering the options. Typically there’s no way to go back and change the pathway of things, but she had pity on Felix. After all it was her mistake.

“There is a way…but mind you it’s very dangerous.”

Felix perked up, his ears intent on listening to what Mavis had to say. He’d do anything and he means anything to be with his proper soulmate.

“You can go back in time and find your soulmate, meet them, talk to them, convince them they’re your soulmate. Rewrite the story. You’ll have to time travel, but we can get you there. Five spins around the sun should do it.”

Time travel? Felix didn’t even know such a thing existed, but then again, he shouldn’t be shocked.

“Ok, I’ll do it,” Felix said with determination.

Mavis nodded, pleased with Felix’s answer. She pressed a button on her desk, before speaking softly, “please send a device member to my office.”

She released the button and smiled as she placed her hands on her desk. Felix shifted awkwardly in his seat, unsure of where to look or what to say as Mavis was silent. He decided to look at the files on her shelf, his eyes roaming over script he couldn’t understand.

He looked with interest until the door opened suddenly, causing him to jump slightly in his seat.

“Ah, come in please. Have a seat. “ Mavis said as a shy looking girl in blue scrubs walked in.

She looked curiously at Felix, taking him in. She carefully sat in the chair next to him and looked at Mavis, waiting for instruction.

“Melody, this here is Mr. Lee. Due to some unfortunate circumstances, he needs to go back to the past, specifically five years ago. Can you escort him to the vault and assist him please?”

Melody nodded, a soft smile spreading on her face. “Most certainly.”

Mavis smiled, “great! Well off you both go! Good luck Mr. Lee!”

She swiveled away, her back to Felix and melody. Felix got up as his escort got up and followed her out of the office. They walked through narrow hallways, went down flights of stairs, the walk seeming to go on forever until stopping at a large metal door.

Felix watched as she placed her palm on a scanner, the laser reading her dna ensuring her identity matched who she said she was. A soft beep rang in the otherwise empty corridor, the door springing open slightly.

Melody stepped in between the crack, Felix following right behind her. The door shut with a finite click, locking them within the room.

As Felix faced forward, the lights within the room turned on, illuminating the area with soft light. He scanned the room nothing seeming of interest until his eyes landed on the machine in the center of the room.

It had glass walls, just like everything in the building, a small panel just to the left of the door. Melody walked over to a switch on the wall and lifted it, a soft humming sound present within the room as things powered up.

She went to the panel and started pressing button after button, most likely setting the time frame for which he has to go back. After a while, she turned to face him.

“Mr. Lee, please step within the box.”

Felix cautiosouly walked to the glass box and stepped inside. Despite the walls being made of glass, he couldn’t help but feel a little claustrophobic, the walls closing in on him.

He jumped at the sound of static, melody’s voice echoing in the small chamber.

“I will transport you back to five years ago. You will still be twenty five. Complete your mission but know you only have one year to complete your task, whether you are successful or not. Once you are done, you’ll know what to do in order to get back.”

Felix was nervous, his heart rapidly beating so hard within his chest, he felt as if it would jump out any moment. He wiped the thin sheen of sweat that had formed on his forehead as he stared at Melody through the glass wall.

She gave a thumbs up and smiled before pressing a green button. The humming noise slowly intensified, until there was a buzzing sound echoing in his ear.

The air in front of him started to ripple, the atoms slowly manipulating themselves to transport him to a different time and place.

As his surroundings started to fade and become unrecognizable, he felt a tingle on his skin, almost as if he was being touched with a million needles. The feeling intensified until his belly started to churn, nausea taking over as the air became harder to breathe.

There was a flash of white light and just when he thought he would pass out from the sensation within the room, there was quiet and stillness…but only for a moment.

The air expanded, his breath caught off until…. -- -- It was a clear night, the sky black, the stars twinkling and the moon bright. There was barely any wind blowing, but the trees swayed nonetheless, providing a refreshing breeze on this summer night.

You were laying on a blanket in your backyard, star gazing, enjoying your night off. The night was silent, that is until you heard a low buzz, traveling from one ear to the other.

You dismissed the sound until the buzz got louder, almost deafening. Sitting upright, you looked around, searching for the source of the annoying sound.

You were about to give up after not seeing anything when the space in front of you shifted, a small hole opening up in the night air.

You stared horrified, unable to move as the hole got bigger, and a bright light appeared within the space.

You let out a scream as a man fell from the hole, his arms outstretched as he tumbled through, landing directly on top of you, causing you to fall backwards.

You let out a huff as your head lightly bounced on the soft grass, your eyes wide as you stared at the man who came from nowhere.

He laid there dazed, his eyes trying to focus as he attempted to breathe. You took him in, eyeing his features of dazzling brown eyes that seemed to shine even at night, millions of freckles littering his face like the stars of the night sky, and small, plush heart shaped lips.

This man was beautiful, that you couldn’t deny. An angel for sure sent from heaven. However, that thought dashed from your head as he opened his mouth to speak.

“Oh shit! I’m sorry!” The man said as he scrambled to get off of you, grunting as he fell over in the process.

“Ahh!” You exclaimed, scooting over to him to help him up. “Are you alright?”

He looked at you, his eyes taking you in before he blushed and looked down.

“I’m ok,” he replied softly. “I’m sorry, I um…I think…actually, I have no clue what happened…or if I’m even in the correct place.”

You chuckled as the man stuttered through his explanation, as he clearly had no clue what was going on.

“How about we start with your name?” You suggested, sitting next to him.

“Name. Right. Yeah. Ummm…I’m Felix,” he said as continued to stare at the ground.

“Well, Felix, I’m y/n.”

'Y/n,’ Felix thought, ‘such a beautiful name for a beautiful girl.’ When you said your name, he felt his heart flutter and a warm sensation spread through him, which was contrary to how he felt not even five minutes ago.

He was in the right place. He’s not sure how he knew, he just felt that it felt right deep within.

Felix returned his gaze to you, taking in your calm demeanor, despite just seeing him come out of a black hole essentially. His eyes roamed your face, your eyes trained on him in concern, your lips slightly parted.

He felt his heart race as he continued to stare at you remembering how you felt underneath him, so soft and perfect.

Felix shook his head, coming back to the time at hand. He looked around the yard, taking in the little oasis you had created. There were fairy lights illuminating the space, the lights twinkling in the night air in such a way it almost seemed magical.

In the corner was a hot tub, the steam rising in the air beckoning whoever was near to relax within its waters. He looked down at the ground in which both of you were sitting, taking in the blanket and pillows you had set up.

“Looks like I interrupted you…I’m sorry,” Felix said softly.

“It’s ok,” you said with a smile. You let a moment pass before opening your mouth once more, curiosity getting the best of you.

“So um…time travel?” You said gesturing to the air in which Felix fell from.

You wondered where he came from and most importantly why, especially why he landed within your yard.

“Uh yeah, I’m from the future on a mission,” Felix replied, as his hand ran through his blond locks.

“Ahh the future. What’s your mission?”

Felix hesitated unsure if he should tell you the reason why’s he here. He decided against it, wanting to get a feel first before diving in. He has a year after all, why rush it.

“I can’t tell you that unfortunately,” Felix said apologetically.

You hummed and brushed his statement away, leaving it at that. You knew he would tell you when he’s ready, if at all.

“Well, it’s late and you probably have no where to stay, so you can crash here while you work on your mission if you’d like,” you said as you got up and dusted the dirt from your shorts.

Felix stared at you in shock, surprised you would offer your home to someone you didn’t know so readily.

“Oh..ok, yeah…sure thanks!”

Felix got up as well, reaching down to help you fold the blanket you were sitting on. He followed you to your door, curiosity plastered on his face as you opened the door and stepped into your home.

He was taken aback, the space feeling so…homey. It was decked out in lights, their glow illuminating the space with soft light, making it more intimate. The space radiated a floral scent, one that was intense but surprisingly was not overwhelming in the small space.

Your home was just so…you.

The thought made Felix chuckle in delight.

“Well it’s not much, but this is my home,” you said, gesturing to the small space.

“I like it, it’s very comfortable,” Felix said in earnest.

You smiled and nodded, happy that he liked your little space. You bustled around, making your way to the kitchen.

“Tea?” You asked as your hands started dancing through the air, shifting through the options you had in your inventory.

“Sure,” Felix said watching as you selected an option, the kettle appearing from thin air onto the stove.

You turned the heat on, the flames licking the bottom of the kettle immediately. Felix watched silently as you bustled around the kitchen, humming a little song as you prepared snacks.

The kettle whistled, the shrill sound loud in the otherwise quiet room. You grabbed two mugs and poured the tea before carefully carrying them to the couch. You gave Felix his, and then brought the snacks over.

Sitting down, you looked at the man next to you. He seemed nervous, his fingers drumming on the cup. Your eyes roamed his body, taking in his little frame, his baby face. He really was cute you’d have to say.

Felix looked up at you suddenly, his eyes meeting yours. You smiled reassuringly, hoping he’d understand he can be himself.

It didnt take long for Felix to open up, his bubbly personality shining through. You listened to him talk about his life in the future, his job where he helps others figure out what they want to do with their lives.

He talks about his friends, how close they are and how they’ve saved him more times than he can count. He even mentioned how he thought he found his soulmate, but apparently it was a mistake, one that is rarely made.

You eyed him, noticing that something was off when he mentioned his soulmate. You couldn’t place a finger to it but decided to leave it, knowing he’ll tell you the details when he’s ready.

The night passed in conversation, you feeling at home with Felix which was odd since you’ve just met him. You looked at the clock and noticed how late it was.

“Shit,” you muttered, “I need to get to bed. I work tomorrow.”

Felix nodded and helped you clean up. He knew the night would have to end eventually but he’s sad it did so soon.

“You can have the couch,” you said as you started making a makeshift bed.

Felix stood in the corner watching as you finished his bed and then went to your closet grabbing a shirt. He took it from your hands gratefully.

“Sorry, it’s the biggest I have,” you said sheepishly.

“It’s ok, thanks.”

You nodded, happy he didn’t mind the clothes. “Well I’m going to grab a shower, make yourself at home.”

Felix watched as you grabbed some clothes and stepped into the bathroom, closing the door softly. He heard the shower start, the sound of water hitting the wall.

He sat down on the couch, his eyes roaming around the room. He can’t wait to shower you with love, take care of you, after all you’re his soulmate whether you’ve realized it or not.

-- --

The next morning, you awakened to the smell of bacon, the scent permeating your home. Your belly growled, signaling you to feed it which made you chuckle.

You stretched and stood up before padding to the kitchen. The sight of Felix at the stove cooking made your heart swell, a smile gracing your face. You stood in the corner and watched him, watching as he tried to finish the meal.

He was struggling a little bit but trying nonetheless, little curses falling from his mouth. Turning around he noticed you, causing him to drop the spoon he was holding.

You chuckled at his clumsiness, bending down to pick up the utensil.

Felix was startled at the sight of you, his cheeks instantly reddening. There you stood in your little sleep shirt and shorts, leaving nothing to the imagination. He could see your tits, your nipples hardened and poking through the silk. His eyes wandered down to your ass, so round and plush within the little shorts.

He looked away in embarrassment as you stood up, spoon in hand. He took it from your hand and went back to finishing up breakfast.

You sat down and waited, your chin in your hand. This was nice, a man cooking for you. A cute one at that. Felix walked over with your plate in hand, setting it down in front of you.

“Bon appetite!” He said, bowing slightly.

You giggled and picked up your fork to dig in. The first bite was…interesting so to say, the taste strong mixed with…

“Umm, Felix? Did you use salt in this?”

Felix looked up at you, his eyes wide. “Yeah, I did. Is it too much?”

You shook your head yes, shyly looking down.

Felix put down his fork and bowed his head. “I’m sorry, y/n. I’ll get better I promise. I just wanted to fix something for you after you took me in.”

Now you felt bad, your heart falling at the sight of the little pout that formed on his face. He did work hard to prepare this for you, waking up way before you to do so.

“It’s ok, it’s still good. Let’s dig in ok?”

Felix smiled at your attempt to reconcile, picking up his fork once more. You both ate, enjoying each others company.

It’s been awhile since you’ve had anyone else in the house with you, since you opted to live alone. So it was weird to share such an intimate meal with someone else and a stranger at that.

After eating, you sat back, content that your belly was full.

“Thanks for breakfast Felix. I have to get ready for work now. You can make yourself at home though.”

Felix smiled, happy you enjoyed his meal. He watched as you got up and padded away to your closet, your hips swaying with each step.

He got up and started clearing away the dishes, falling into the routine of cleaning. He had everything planned out, and would start his mission once you left for work.

Felix startled as you came up behind him, now fully dressed with your work uniform, your hair nicely done and your makeup complete to perfection

“Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you. I’m leaving now. If you need anything while I’m gone just call. Here I’ll send you my phone number.”

Felix watched as you scrolled through your book, punching in your number and swiping your finger away sending it to his contact list. He pulled it up, staring at the digital screen in front of him. He saved your number, smiling at the name you gave yourself.

He walked to the door with you, standing aways back as you slipped into your shoes. He wished you a good day at work, watching as you softly shut the door behind you.

Felix stood there for a moment more before turning to go back into your home, ready to set his plan in action.

Day after day, week after week, month after month, Felix doted on you. He made your meals, helped around the house, he did anything you wanted him to do.

You had game nights, movie nights, crafting nights. Any type of activity he could do while spending time with you, he did it.

Felix loved spending time with you too. He learned your habits, how you immediately went to the snack cabinet after work. How you liked your baths, the bubbles not too high, the water hot, and with a glass of wine.

He learned that you didn’t like scary movies, remembering how you locked yourself in the bathroom after a scene, refusing to come out until he coaxed you out with the promise of cuddles.

That was on the agenda tonight, a movie and cuddles. You snuggled in within Felix’s arms, your head on his chest as his arms wrapped around your body protectively.

You were growing to love these quiet moments, just the two of you in a room illuminated with fairy lights. There was a storm brewing outside, the sound of the wind rattling the windowpane. Fall has rolled in into your little town, therefore, it has rained almost everyday, blanketing the world with the little drops falling from the sky.

However, you didn’t mind, being safe and warm within his arms. You nuzzled in, your head rubbing on his chest, causing Felix to look down at you.

“That tickles,” Felix chuckled, squeezing your arm.

“Mm sorry,” you sighed as you repeated your action.

Felix chuckled and returned his attention to the screen. You listened to his heart beating loudly beneath your ear, the rhythm increasing with each passing second.

You smiled at the fact, your eyes traveling back to the movie Felix had picked out to watch. You both went back to watching the movie, the end nearing.

Once the closing scene played, Felix started to shift, causing your head to move. You let out a whine, disgruntled at the fact your pillow was moving.

You slowly got up, your hair disheveled. Felix began laughing, his voice filling your small space as he clutched his stomach. You pouted and swatted at him, crossing your arms in defiance.

Felix wiped the tears from his eyes and pulled you into a hug, his arms wrapping around your body tightly. He squeezed and rocked you back and forth, ignoring your giggles and protests to let you go.

You felt your heart flutter, the cute but intimate moment making your cheeks flush with a hint of red.

Felix continued to rock you, his breath hot in your ear as he laughed. You know how to make him stop. With renewed vigor, you grabbed his shoulder and bit down lightly, your teeth sinking into his soft skin.

Felix yelped and scooted back, his eyes wide as he looked between you and his shoulder.

“You bit me!” He accused, as he chuckled.

You shrugged and giggled, getting up from the couch. You were tired and ready to go to bed. Felix watched as you went through your bedtime routine, his eyes following you with every step you took, forgetting about the slight sting on his shoulder.

Occasionally, you’d stop and strike a funny pose, giggling as Felix laughed at your antics. Eventually Felix got up and started getting his bed ready, as you finished up in the bathroom.

You settled into bed and watched as Felix finished his routine. You chuckled as Felix rushed to his bed, complaining that he was cold. He settled in quickly before sitting up and looking your way.

“Night y/n!”

“Night Felix,” you said blowing him a kiss.

You let out a giggle as Felix quickly laid down and covered himself with his blanket as he let out a little squeak. You turned out the light and settled in, closing your eyes to sleep.

The rain was pelting the windows, the sound calming in the dark. You snuggled in, preparing to sleep when a loud crack of thunder rang out, causing the house to vibrate.

Did you hear a scream? Your eyes snapped open as you strained your ears, listening for the sound again.

Time passed and the rain continued to fall. You were about to close your eyes once more when you heard a soft whisper within the room.

“Y/n?” Felix whispered, listening for your response.

When you didn’t say anything, he repeated his question, calling out to you softly yet a little more loud.

“Yes?” You responded, sitting up within your blankets.

“Can I sleep with you? I’m um…I don’t really like thunderstorms…”

You could hear the panic in his voice, his voice cracking as he said the last word.

“Of course, come here Lix,” you softly said, pulling back your covers for him to join you.

You felt the bed dip and Felix shuffle beneath the covers, scooting as close as he could to you. You wrapped your arms around him, cradling his head to you as if to comfort him.

Felix was shaking in your arms, his face tucked into your chest. He was embarrassed. How could he be your soulmate, the person who’s supposed to love and protect you, if he’s scared of a measly thunderstorm?

He closed his eyes and breathed you in, your scent calming him despite the storm outside. Eventually he lifted his head up and looked you in the eyes.

You stared back at him, holding his gaze as you held him close.

“Thank you,” Felix whispered, his lip turning upwards as if to smile.

“Of course,” you whispered back, as you slowly stroked his back.

You both laid there, listening to the rain and gazing into each others eyes. You were glad it was dark, that way Felix couldn’t see the crimson that littered your cheeks.

The air was charged with want, the need to be close to each other palpable. Felix shuffled closer until his lips were inches away from yours.

You could feel his nose on yours, his ragged breath on your lips as he held onto you. Your heart was beating rapidly, as nerves took over, your palms sweaty as you gripped Felix’s shirt.

“Y/n,” Felix whispered before closing the gap between you, his soft lips pressing gently to yours.

He held them there for a moment more before breaking away, a shaky breath leaving his lips.

“Felix,” you whispered as you connected your lips again, wanting to feel his lips on yours again.

the rain pelted the windows, the thunder rang out, and the lighting illuminates the two of you, tucked away within your blankets, bodies pressed against each other as you lazily pressed your lips together.

The moment was soft, gentle, intimate, as if this moment was meant to be.

And in Felix’s mind, it was, without a doubt fate.

After the eventful night embraced in each others arms, kissing the night away, your relationship turned for the better.

Felix was ecstatic as he felt closer to his goal than ever. He was holding your hand, swinging it back and forth as you both walked home from a day of shopping.

He took the opportunity to spoil you, buying you whatever you wanted. He found himself smiling whenever you would thank him, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“I spy something blue!” You exclaimed, squeezing his hand in yours.

Felix’s eyes roamed the street, looking for whatever had caught your eye. Spotting a blue car, his grinned sure he got it this time.

“That blue car there,” he said as he pointed at the vessel.

“Ugh how are you so good at this?” You whined, pouting at the fact that he got another guess right.

Felix shrugged and chuckled. He pulled you along in the direction of your home, wanting to get back as soon as possible.

A few minutes later, you arrived at your home. Felix pressed his finger against the scanner on the door, the box emitting a tune signaling it accepted his fingerprint. You both tumbled into your home, laughing at the joke you had just made.

Felix dropped the bags he was holding and pulled you in for a kiss, swallowing your shriek of surprise. You relaxed instantly in his embrace, matching his pace as he moved his lips with yours.

He pulled away for a moment before pressing a sweet kiss to your lips again and again until you were giggling, your face warm, and heart fluttering at his affection.

“Such a sweet sound,” Felix cooed as he pressed another kiss to your lips.

“Come on, let’s get the snacks ready! I’m ready to have a nice soak!”

You both decided to have a relaxing night in your hot tub, the weather not too cold or hot. You began cutting up various fruits and veggies, as Felix gathered some sweets.

“Make sure to get my favorite cookies!” You reminded him as he piled the plate high with a bunch of his homemade brownies.

“Right,” Felix said as he snapped his fingers, hurriedly searching through the inventory for your favorite chocolate cookies.

You chuckled and began plating the food you just cut up. Satisfied with your work, you walked to your closet, reaching in to pull out your swim suit.

You let out a shriek as Felix wrapped his arms around you and peppered wet kisses on your neck, mumbling at how beautiful you were.

You giggled as you attempted to get away, but to no avail as his hold on you was iron tight.

Felix spun you around before crashing his lips to yours, kissing you passionately as he moaned. You let out a whimper as he nipped at your lip, your core dripping with arousal as you clutched onto his shirt.

But, what were you doing? You both really shouldn’t be doing…whatever this is.

You pulled away suddenly, ignoring the look of shock on Felix’s face. You grabbed your swimsuit and made your way to the bathroom, letting Felix know you’d meet him outside.

Felix stood rooted in place confused, wondering what he did wrong. He always kisses you like this, shows you this type of affection ever since that night of the storm.

Typically you didn’t mind, fully embracing his kisses, cuddles, and teasing. What made you pull back like that?

Felix slowly turned around and began to change, slipping on his swim trunks and tossing his shirt to the side. He went outside and made his way to the hot tub, his mind preoccupied with what just happened.

He lowered himself in the warm water, sighing as he felt his muscles loosen. Shortly after he got in, you came out, slowly making your way to the hot tub.

Felix tried not to ogle at you, at your curves that were accentuated in the swim suit that barely covered anything. He felt his self blush and his cock twitch.

He needed to calm down and not ruin this night. He took a few deep breaths as he closed his eyes, opening them a few moments later feeling renewed.

You placed the snacks down before getting in and sitting next to Felix.

You both sat there in silence, looking anywhere but at each other. Felix traced the bubbles that popped up in the water, his fingers drifting closer to you.

The tension was thick, palpable in the night air. You tried to focus on the bubbles, the way the warm water enveloped your body, but all you could think of was Felix.

Felix with his bubbly self. Felix and how he takes care of you, cooking, cleaning, treating you as if you are the only woman in the world. Felix with his blonde hair that you love to run your fingers through. Felix with the smile that makes you feel warm and fuzzy inside, your stomach doing flips as he looks at you.

Felix. Felix. Felix. That’s all your life has become since you’ve met him. Normally you wouldn’t care but you realized you were developing feelings for him, which was playing with fire.

You had a soulmate out there and so did Felix and here you both were playing house. You felt the tears form, threatening to spill over any moment as you continued to think of him.

You couldn’t do this. Excusing yourself, you got out of the water and walked back to the house. Felix stared after you, his lower lip trembling.

He’s messed up, big time. You can’t even look at him. He stayed a little longer, his mind racing over the last few months and how things were.

He remembers your sweet smile as he cooks yet another amazing meal for you. He remembers your giggles as he spun you around the room, dancing to the slow song on the radio. He remembers your sweet face as he rained kisses down your face and neck, the sweet sounds you’d make as he nipped at your skin.

Things were perfect and he blew it. Wiping the stray tears that had fallen, he gets up and gathers the untouched plates and carries them to the house.

You left the lights on for him, but you yourself were asleep, buried underneath your layers of blankets. He tidied up as quietly as he could and then changed.

He figured you would want your space tonight, so he made his bed on the couch, somewhere he hasn’t slept in ages. As he lays down and looks at the ceiling, his heart breaks once more, this time because of his own stupidity.

He has to fix this, make things right. And he needs to do it soon.

Things between you two did not improve. It was the middle of spring with the flowers blooming and most days the rain fell from the sky blanketing the world with a chill that went to the bone.

Felix still resided with you, still made your meals, made sure you had everything you needed. He gave you your space, too scared to approach you and here you tell him to leave for good.

You worked long hours, opting to stay at the office then be with Felix in your small house. You figured if he was out of sight, he couldn’t plague you with his puppy dog eyes and sweet pouts as he doted on you.

However, that came to an end when Felix pleaded for you to come back at a decent hour and let him cook for you. You wanted to say no, but then he looked at you with wide eyes, his pink lips in a pout.

As you stared at him, you caved agreeing to his dinner. You tried not to break the facade as he grinned, his eyes sparkling at your acceptance.

You left for work as usual, your mind preoccupied with the little night he had planned for you two. You were nervous, not having spent a night alone with him since…well since that one fated fall night.

You willed the day to go slowly, but of course that was not the case, the end of your shift approaching rather quickly.

To make matters worse, your boss let you off early, thinking they were doing you a service to get your weekend started early.

Grabbing your bags, you made your way home, opting to walk instead of riding in a hover car. Approaching your door, you placed your finger on the scanner, the pad turning green.

You stepped in your apartment, taking in the scent of something delicious being cooked in the kitchen. You kicked off your shoes and padded into the kitchen, watching as Felix scampered around the space, adding finishing touches to the meal.

It took him a while to notice you but once he did he yelped, startled at your presence.

“Y/n!” Felix said as he rushed to your side.

“Welcome home!” He said as he grasped your hand, ushering you to the kitchen. “Sit, sit.”

You sat down and waited as he dished up dinner. You had to admit everything smelled and looked amazing. Felix dished his plate and the sat down.

“Well let’s dig in!” Felix exclaimed as he picked up his fork.

You forked some of the pasta into your mouth, your eyes rolling back at the flavors as they burst on your tongue. You recovered quickly as you continued to shovel food into your mouth. How could you be mad at this man when he cooks like this?

Felix watched from the corner of his eyes, pleased that you enjoyed his meal. He needed tonight to go well. He would reveal it all to you, his purpose, his reason.

Halfway through the meal, he decided to begin, thinking it was as good a time as ever.

“Y/n, can we talk?”

You put your fork down and looked at Felix. Here we go, you thought.

“I want to explain to you why I’m here.” Felix took a deep breath before continuing on. “I’m from the future and if you remembered, my soulmate was actually not mines but someone else’s. The matchmakers proposed I go back in time to find my true soulmate, to start over almost. To find…you.”

Silence rang out through the space, neither of you saying a word.

Felix was your soulmate? Felix is your…

Maybe that’s why it just always felt good, felt right with him. Why you always trusted him.

Felix is your soulmate.

You felt your heart beat, your cheeks flush, as you fumbled with your fingers. You didn’t dare look at Felix, ashamed at how you’ve treated him over the last few months.

Shit. What a mess this is.

“Y/n?” Felix inquired cautiously.

“Sorry. I was just processing everything.”

You truly were, your brain trying to wrap around the fact that you found your soulmate.

“I’m sorry. I just felt like you should know. The timing felt right.”

You nodded agreeing. You got up and started clearing the dishes, your mind reeling with his words. Felix helped you, working silently along you.

After you set the dishes down, you turned and almost bumped into him. You muttered an apology and cautiously looked him in the eye.

Felix stared back at you, his lips parted. You watched as a strand of his hair fell in his face. His beautiful, perfect face. You stood still as he came closer, until he wrapped his arms around your waist.

You both stood there in your kitchen, gazing into each other’s eyes, taking in every detail, of the need and lust hidden behind the orbs.

You held your breath as Felix leaned forward to connect his lips to yours, the feeling so familiar, as if he was welcoming you home.

Your lips moved together softly, gently, neither one of you in a rush. You wrapped your arms around his neck, your fingers teasing the hairs there as he deepened the kiss.

Felix moaned as his tongue met yours, the two appendages tangling together in a passionate dance. He needed more of you. He trailed his hands down your waist, your thighs, tapping the flesh to signal you to jump.

You caught on and jumped, wrapping your legs around his waist. Felix walked you to your bed, his lips on yours whenever he got the chance.

Right as he got to your bedroom, he tripped over his feet, dropping you in the process. You landed on your back, shocked as Felix tumbled onto the floor.

“Oh my god! Are you ok?” You asked, scrambling to peer over the edge of the bed.

“I’m fine,” Felix responded, his face red in embarrassment.

You chuckled, not believing that just happened. Felix looked at you in shock, his embarrassment increasing so much so his ears turned red.

“Oh come here,” you giggled pulling him on top of you.

You crashed your lips on his, smiling as he immediately reciprocated. You lost yourself in his kisses as his hands wandered your body, trailing his fingertips along your skin, goosebumps rising in its wake.

Felix moaned as he cupped your breasts, massaging the flesh gently. He could feel his cock swell, straining against the fabric of his boxers. He ground his hips into yours, his bulge nudging your clothed core.

You whimpered at the feel of him, canting your hips up into his, silently begging for more. Felix leaned back and shucked his shirt and sweats off and made his way to you, helping you rid yourself of your clothes.

You laid bare before him, your chest heaving as you panted, your slick leaking out of your pussy.

Felix gazed down at your body, feeling like he was in heaven.

“So beautiful and all mine,” he whispered as he parted your legs to slot himself between them.

He connected his lips to yours once more as he grasped his cock, running it through your folds. You were so wet, your slick coated his length as he teased you over and over.

“Please Lix,” you begged, wrapping your arms around his neck.

You let out a groan as he slowly pushed in, his cock sending shocks of pain through your core as he stretched you open. You whimpered as he continued to push in, slowly, gently until he was completely inside you, his cock sheathed snuggly in your warm walls.

“Are you ok?” Felix asked, concern laced in his eyes.

You nodded and swiveled your hips, silently begging him to move. Felix grinned before pulling out just to push back in right. Over and over and thrusted into you, the pain transitioning to pleasure as he fucked you.

He watched you with every thrust, not wanting to miss your moans, your little pants, the way your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he hit your sweet spot over and over.

“Taking me so well love. God I love you y/n.” Felix groaned as he snapped his hips into yours.

He wasn’t going to last long, not with how you clenched around him, how you whispered his name. He reached down to thumb at your clit, grinning as you let out a squeal at the added pleasure.

“That’s it love, feels good doesn’t it?” Felix teased as he circled the bud, adding more pressure as he dragged his cock within your walls.

You looked up at Felix, how flushed he looked above you as he fucked you, as your walls took him like you were made for him. You felt more arousal gush out of you as you remembered you were made for him.

You were his. He was yours.

And as your mind flooded with that thought, the way his finger thumbed your clit, at how he fucked you just right, your orgasm washed over you causing you to let out a straggled moan.

Your walls clenched around him rhythmically as you came, driving him insane. Felix let out a growl as he stilled his hips against yours, his cum flooding your walls.

He leaned down and pressed his lips to yours, mumbling “you're mine,” again and again.

“I’m yours,” you breathed out as you came down within your lovers arms.

The days passed into summer, each day a treat with Felix by your side. You both have found each other and that was something to celebrate on a daily basis.

Felix showered you with love, waking you up with kisses as he slid between your thighs, making love to you as the sun rose in the sky, bathing you both with its warm light.

He made sure you were well fed, that you wanted for nothing. He peppered you with kisses whenever he could, loving how you would giggle as he kissed your nose, your cheeks, your lips, your neck.

Life was good which is something you haven’t been able to say in a long time. — — You both sat in bed one morning, tangled in each others embrace. As you slid your fingers through his hair, you hummed a little song, happy and content.

Felix lifted his head up and smiled. “What has my love so happy this morning?”

“Hmm maybe you,” you chuckled as you pulled him close.

“Now why is that I wonder,” he teased as he pressed a kiss to your lips and pushed his cock within you.

“Ah Felix!” You groaned as he rocked his hips into yours, slow and gentle as the wind gently blew through your open window.

Felix buried his head in your neck as he brought both of you to your highs, your fingers playing with his hair.

“Y/n, this pussy, your sweet pussy.” Felix moaned as your pussy clenched around him.

“You’re mine!” He growled as he bite into the side of your neck, soothing the area with his tongue afterwards.

“I’m yours!” You whimpered as you came, wrapping your legs around him.

Felix’s hips stuttered as he reached his climax, his seed painting your walls white in the early morning hours.

He collapsed on top of you, steadying his breath as he came down. You both laid there in silence, basking in each other’s afterglow.

“So what happens now?” You asked breaking the silence. “Do I come back with you? To the future?”

Felix thought for a moment. Deep down he knew what he had to do, but he didn’t want to leave you. What if it doesn’t work and he doesn’t see you again in the future?

No, he wasn’t going to take that chance. He would bring you with him.

“Come with me. We can go back together.”

You considered his words for a moment. You didn’t want to part with him, so going with him seemed like the best option.

“Hmmm ok,” you agreed.

“Let’s get dressed and we can go back to the agency and see what we can do.”

You agreed and got up with him. You both showered and got dressed quickly, not wanting to waste any more time.

Felix hailed a hover car and you both got in, directing the driver to go to the agency. Once there, Felix ushered you quickly to the matchmaker’s office, hoping to see Mavis.

He grinned when he saw her, running up to the woman and accidentally startling her.

“Mr. Lee! What are you doing here?”

“I was successful Mavis! I found my soulmate. We’re ready to go back!”

Mavis looked over his shoulder and saw you standing a ways back, swaying back and forth slightly.

“Ah, I can see that,” Mavis said with approval. “Come with me.”

She led both of you to the room Felix was in before, the Time Machine familiar this time around.

“Alright, get in,” Mavis said gesturing towards the glass box.

Felix grabbed your hand and pulled you into the box. Once settled, Felix gave Mavis the thumbs up, signaling you both were ready.

Mavis nodded and pressed a few more buttons, the buzzing sound Felix remembered from last time intensifying.

Felix turned to you and pressed a kiss to your lips.

“I love you,” he whispered.

“I love you too,” you gushed as you squeezed his hand.

The air began to ripple, the room began to disintegrate. The air became thin, both of you gasping for breath as a pain hit your stomachs.

Felix closed his eyes briefly as he felt a stabbing pain in his chest. He squeezed your hand in earnest, hoping it would be over soon.

However, time passed and the feeling remained.

Something wasn’t right.

Felix opened his eyes and stared ahead in horror as his eyes took in the vast emptiness. You were still with him, gripping his hand as tight as you could, your face laced with pain.

“Y/n!” He said, wrapping you in his arms.

Felix looked around. You were both in an empty space, nothing was around. No people, no buildings, no trees. Nothing.

He felt like he was going to throw up, the pain in his chest slowly dissipating, but not fast enough.

You both sank to your knees, kneeling on air, clutching each other.

How is this possible? Where are you? Was there a malfunction with the machine?

Felix screamed for help, pleading, begging for anyone to help him. To help you.

But to his horror, no one came to the rescue, both of you trapped in some type of glitch.

Felix held you in his arms, glancing at your beautiful face. At least he had you, his soulmate.

That’s why he went back into he past in the first place right?

To find his soulmate and here you were with him, in his arms.

His soulmate, someone he can love for eternity and you both had eternity now locked in whatever place you were in.

He brushed your hair away from your face, and gazed into your beautiful brown eyes and whispered

“I love you.”

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[lunalunelover]

smoke session with nicho

warnings and content : afab fem reader, soft dom nicholas, switchy sub afab fem reader, weed consumption, use of “good girl” and “sir”, thigh riding, handjob, unprotected sex (don't do that lol), creampie, fingering, oral (reader receiving), and cum eating

word count: ~4k

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Ever since Nicholas found out that you smoked weed he’s been dropping hints about wanting to smoke with you every time you hang out. Today, after a long day of classes, and finally a weekend of nothing in particular planned you decide to finally bite and ask him over.

While going to grab your stash and pink rolling paper from your desk drawer you hear your phone ping and light up with a “here :p” text from Nicho. 

“Hey!” He greets with that cheeky little grin of his, leaning down to give you a quick hug before you step aside and let him into your apartment. 

It’s small, nothing too crazy since you’re living on your own, and a little dingy appliances wise but you were lucky enough to get cheap rent from a landlord who didn’t care if you stank up the hallway a few times a week with your solo “decompression time” so you didn’t plan on moving anytime soon. Nicho kicks off his shoes at the door before settling himself on your couch and and dropping the plastic shopping bag you just realized he’s holding on the coffee table in front of him. 

“What did ya bring?”

“Snacks! I thought it was fair since you’re hosting, and providing, and from the looks of it, rolling.” he says gesturing to the rollers box in your hand while taking out a variety of chips and drinks and instant ramen cups from the bag. 

“Damn, well aren’t you a good smoking buddy!” You smile, and sit next to him on the couch, gently pushing some of the bag contents out of your way to have space to get to work. 

“I’ve never rolled my own before.” he suddenly admits, coming to sit a bit closer to you and watch while you put the weed pellets in the grinder.

“It’s not that hard for real, just takes some practice to get it right. I only started rolling my own like…. I dunno a little over a year ago now? Had to. I live alone now, obviously, so I don’t have anyone to do it for me.” you shrug, spilling the crushed weed into a prepped pink paper, quickly and carefully and rolling it like the expert you are. Nicholas whistles in awe. 

“You’re good! Your paper’s cute too.” He says nodding in approval. You thank him and get to work rolling a second joint for yourself while he settles back on the couch and flicks the lighter on. “You wanna watch something?” 

“Sure, I’m in the middle of rewatching New Girl if that’s fine?” 

“I haven’t seen it but that’s cool, you quote it a lot so I know it’s funny.” He says shooting you a smile which you return and sit back next to him, shoulder to shoulder. 

You turn your head to him so he can light your joint with the lighter he’s already got held up and lit for you and for a second your eyes meet from across the flame before you take a drag and turn your head forward to blow it out. 

You and Nicho…. are friends you guess. Always ending up at the same functions and hanging out together cause you really do get along well. He’s funny, and easy going, and always asking cutely inquisitive questions about you. You’ve grown fond of him, though you have never hung out one on one, despite wanting to more and more as of late. 

However, part of why you have been semi ignoring his hints to smoke together is for two very important reasons. One: You have been developing a bit of a massive crush on him for a few weeks now. You’re not sure what changed really. You’ve always found him attractive and he’s always been pretty comfortable to be around, but you noticed a shift in his gaze at you last time him, Fuma, Ej and you went out into town together. Maybe it was just the drinks or the lighting but you could’ve sworn he looked at you like he was going to try to kiss you that night. Doesn’t help that he decided to choose that day to break the touch barrier with you and has been more comfortable initiating it. Even now, sitting next to you, he’s absent mindedly drumming his fingers on your knee. Course he hasn’t looked at you like that since, but you wonder if he will again today. Since he’ll be intoxicated again. And you wonder if he’ll actually act on it this time now that you’re alone. Not just wonder. Hope. Which brings you to reason number two. Something about weed makes you extra horny. You genuinely have no idea what it is but every single time you’ve smoked with someone that you were attracted to you ended up hooking up. It lowers your defenses that you have so carefully put up so as not to bother or make anyone uncomfortable, while also completely taking away your filter. Both mental and verbal. That would normally stop you from saying or doing anything suggestive in mixed company. 

Yet… you’ve been single for at least six months now, you have this place all to yourself, and your annoyingly attractive and maybe flirtatious friend practically begged you to smoke with him. Who were you to say no when all the variables were quite nicely in place?

You knew your high was starting to hit when you found yourself giggling at jokes you’ve long since stopped laughing at in your rewatches since you knew they were coming, how the light of the Tv screen seemed shaper and more hard to ignore than before, and how you were oh so very aware of Nicho’s hand on your knee which has now switched from drumming to drawing small unrecognizable shapes on your knee and lower thigh. You feel yourself start to take shallower breaths as a feeling starts to grow in your stomach and you feel your face start to heat up a little. 

“You okay?” You hear Nicho’s voice ask, and you slowly turn to meet his piercing gaze from next to you. The Look is back. Here we go…

“Mmm? No yeah I’m… I’m fine why?” 

“You’re breathing weird and you got all tense suddenly, thought you were about to panic or something.” he continues, sounding genuinely concerned but you have a hard time focusing on that with the way you notice his eyes land on your lips for a beat before dropping all the way to your thigh as he taps it. “Your leg flexed up.”

“Did it?”

“Yeah… You sure you’re fine?” He asks again, tilting his head a little and making the effect of his gaze all the more enticing. 

“I’m sure. You just- I mean I don’t know. Weed makes me. Feel weird. Sometimes. It’s nothing don’t worry about it.”

“I just what?”

“What?”

“I just what? You started to say something and then bullshit your way out of it. I just what?” 

“You… I don’t know you make me nervous I guess. And your hand feels nice on my knee- or whatever.” Your mutter quickly, refusing to meet his eyes, but you can hear the smile in his voice when he replies.

“Oh?”

“I guess.”

“You’re cute when you’re nervous, by the way.”

“What?” You turn to him this time, blinking in surprise. You didn’t expect him to flirt so readily, especially when your own flirting was so awkward and indirect but he just smiles at you.

“I saaaaid”, he leans towards you a bit, deliberately staring at your lips now, as his hand slides up your thigh a bit more, making your breath catch in anticipation. “You’re cute when you’re nervous.” he repeats breaking his gaze with your lips to lean back and take a hit from his joint. You let out a small breath you didn’t realize you were holding. 

“Not you teasing me…”

“Am I?” he asks, blowing the smoke out to the side. 

“Leaning in like that like you’re gonna kiss me and then… not.” You take a hit of your own joint now, a little annoyed with how easily you’re giving away your feelings to him after having held back from being so direct for weeks. 

“Do you want me to kiss you?”

“Don’t ask stupid questions.” You breathe out, rolling your eyes at him. 

“Won’t happen again, promise.” he responds, smiling that annoyingly charming smile again and leaning towards you once more. 

Your heart races as he finally closes the gap between you, and the kiss is so soft and disarming you almost completely loose your senses and drop the still lit joint you hold between your fingers. He pulls back and leans away from you to put out the light on his and set it on the coffee table before swiftly pulling you onto his lap. You blink down at him, reaction time slowed by the weed filling your brain and tilt your head in question. 

“Always thought you’d look pretty looking down at me. Wanted to test the theory out.” He says, cupping your face with his hand and brushing his thumb across your bottom lip while he does. Your breath catches in your throat and you let out a small “oh.” in response. To which he giggles. His giggles are adorable to be frank. Just as soft and disarming as the kiss. He then takes the joint from between your fingers and relights it, holding it to his lips and not breaking eye contact with you as he takes a long drag. 

He then beckons to you with a finger and you lean forward a little with your mouth open a bit, catching his drift already. He puckers his lips to blow smoke at you which you inhale greedily with your eyes fluttering shut. His lips meet yours before you’re able to breathe out again, making your head woozy with lust, weed, and lack of oxygen but it feels so… so good. So much so that when he breaks the kiss to start kissing you along your jaw and down your neck while running his hand along your thigh you let out a small moan. 

“Feel good, baby?” 

Baby the sudden nickname would’ve been enough to make you moan again on its own, but then he started to bite and lick at the skin on your collar bones that are exposed due to your tank top. 

“Fuck, Nicho…” you half moan half sigh out in response as his hand moves up under your shirt to cups and squeezes your breast while you run one hand through his hair and grip one of his biceps with the other to feel how they flex under your touch while he touches you over your bra. 

“I’ll take that as a yes…” he mutters, and you can feel his proud little smirk against your chest. 

He finally moves back just enough to slip your tank top up over your head and you take the opportunity to help him out of his black t-shirt so you can finally see, and more importantly feel, his muscled chest. You two had been friends long enough to have been in a few situations like pool parties and such in which you had seen him without a shirt on. You’d be lying if you said the thought of how his pretty toned abs would feel under your fingers didn’t cross your mind when you saw them flexed and shimmering with water under the soft glow of moon and porch light at your friend’s house. You never thought you’d have the chance but here you are now, perched on his lap as he takes hits from your joint and looks at you hungrily while you run your hands up and down his chest, and feel him getting hard already underneath you.

“You’re so pretty.” You softly admit, meeting his eyes, “Been noticing it for a while but… god you’re so pretty.” You repeat running your hands back up to clasp behind his neck. You smile to yourself noticing his ears turn pink and his gaze get a little less confident, clearly embarrassed by your sudden compliment but from the way you feel his dick twitch in his pants under you, you know he enjoyed every second of it. 

“Could say the same to you.”

“Then do it.” you giggle down at him, semi absent mindedly starting to grind down into him a little.

“You’re really pretty.” he says his voice a little shakier than before as your movements become a bit more pronounced. Still, his gaze darkens a bit as he takes another drag and blows it out slow to the side this time before facing you again. “Open your mouth, pretty.” He softly demands, and instinctively you do. He then brings the joint to your lips and you close your lips around it, just like before. “Breathe.” and you do, still subtly grinding into him while his free hand snakes around your back and deftly unclips your bra. “Blow for me, baby.” he instructs after moving the joint from your lips and leaning forward to catch the smoke while you blow, closing the gap before you can breathe in again to kiss you for a moment and then breaking it again. “You follow orders well.” he hums kissing down your chest again. 

“I like to do what I’m told.” you shamelessly admit and he chuckles before closing his lips around your nipple while his hand plays with the other. 

“Keep being a good girl for me and I’ll make it worth your time.” he says while moving to your other breast, you can’t help but moan in response, the weed making your ability to stay quiet fly out the window. “Do you want that?”

“Mmhmm.” you nod, closing your eyes and grinding shamelessly against him. You’re certain there’s a wet patch growing on his thigh now, from your wetness leaking from your needy cunt, through your underwear and thin little shorts, and onto his dark gray sweatpants. 

“Use your words, baby.” he instructs. Pulling away from you to finish off the joint and absentmindedly toss the roach to the coffee table while looking at you with those pretty piercing eyes of his. He leans back, hands stilling your hips while he waits for you to speak, blowing out the smoke stored in his mouth and you quickly lean forward to catch it in yours before it dissipates. 

“Please, Nicho… quit teasing and fuck me already.” You feign annoyance and reply. 

“Well since you asked so nicely.” he jokes meeting your lips again, but with a more hungry and deeper kiss. His tongue tangling with yours and roaming your mouth while you both pant and moan a bit into each other. You both taste of nothing but weed and desire but you swear you are on cloud 9 from his kiss alone. He, tragically, breaks it again. “Off.” he orders, slightly tugging your shorts and underwear down by the waist band. You stand quickly to pull them all the way off and leave them at your feet as he remains seated and does the same with his boxers and sweatpants, his dick springing to attention and already taught and leaking. Your thighs clench on instinct at the sight of it, feeling yourself somehow get even wetter. It’s perfect, not too big but not disappointingly small either, and the kind of thickness you know is gonna feel incredible stretching you out. “Sit. Bring the other joint with you.” he orders again. 

“Yes sir.” You half joke but when you catch his eye after settling back on his thigh, you notice his expression change. “Oh you liked that, didn’t you, pretty boy?” 

“Maybe. Do it again.” 

“Why should I? Haven’t been given an order.”

“Oh so you’re a brat now?” he asks, his eyebrows are knit in annoyance but his voice is tinged in amusement and his lips almost twitch into a smile. 

“Maybe…” you giggle moving forward to kiss him but he stops you with a finger to your lips. 

“Gimmie the joint. While we smoke, I need you to jerk me off while you ride my thigh. You don’t get to feel how good im gonna fuck you until you’ve made yourself cum, understood?”

“…Yes sir.”

“Good girl.” he smirks, before putting the joint between his pretty lips and taking a drag while you start to get to work. 

You let a thread of spit fall from your mouth onto his dick to help your hand move up and down it, gathering his precum from the tip and pinching it on the way down making him shudder out a breath while he exhales smoke and holds the joint to your lips. You continue like this, just as before but far more stimulating for the both of you. Him passing the joint between the two of you and instructing you on when to open, breathe, and blow. You getting higher and more turned on by the second while his free hand roams your body. Sometimes guiding your hips against his thigh, which he intermittently flexes and releases to make you whimper and moan for him, or grabbing and kneading at your breasts or ass. It was intoxicating, the feeling of it all coupled with his soft but demanding voice telling you what to do, and you were already so wet and turned on that it didn’t take long for you to find yourself gasping and moaning as you came softly all over his thigh. 

“Such a good girl for me.” Nicho coos from below you as you come to a stop, your hand stilling on his cock which, shockingly has yet to come undone. Nicho lifts you off his lap and repositions you so you’re laying back on the couch while you catch your breath. He brings one leg up to a bend against your chest while he leans down to kiss you, letting his cock rub lazily against your folds and making you shiver as your pussy begins to clench around nothing, hungry for what’s to come. “You ready?” 

“Yes, sir.” you breathe out in response and he immediately snakes a hand between the two of you to guide himself inside your needy cunt. You both gasp as he easily slides all the way into you, filling you up completely, before he slowly begins to move. 

Nicholas is a vision above you. Jaw dropped, eyes shut tight, and brows furrowed as he rolls his hips into you at a steady rhythm, not bothering to hold back his whines and moans unlike most guys you’d been with before. His hair sticks to his forehead a bit from the sweat glistening on it and you look down to see how his abs tense and relax as he thrusts into you. You start to move to match his pace, grinding down to meet him while you shamelessly stare up at him in awe and join his chorus of moans. 

“Fuck you feel so good, pretty. So so good. Fuck.” he manages to say between moans, before kissing you again and quickly moving to bite and suck on your nipples, making your moans louder and back start to arch a little. “You sound so pretty for me too, baby. Keep moaning like that and I’m gonna cum.” he warns, fucking into you deeper and faster while his tongue bites and swirls around your nipples interchangeably, which prompts your back to arch more and your lewd chorus of moans and skin slapping against skin grows louder. 

“F-fuck Nicho you feel so good. You fill me up so good pretty boy.” you moan, raking your nails across his back while he continues to devour your neck and chest in a way you’re certain will leave lots of bruises and he moans against your chest. “Nicho I’m close again, please. I’m so close.”

“Yeah? Fuck, baby me too.” he says snaking a hand between you to rub your clit in tight fast circles making you scream out in pleasure as the knot in your stomach threatens to snap. “Where do you want me to cum pretty?” he grunts, clearly fighting his hardest to not cum too soon. 

“Inside. Fucking fill me up, pleas god. I want you to-“ he cuts you off with a hungry kiss and a groan, still working your clit, and it’s enough to make you fall apart. You clench around his cock, moaning into his mouth more than kissing it, and soon after he does the same. Releasing and painting your insides with his cum. But he doesn’t stop fucking into you, and you’re barely able to ride out the high of your first orgasm as you feel the next one starting to build up again, his dick still hard inside you. 

“Wait I wanna taste you. Is that okay?” He asks, slowing his thrusts to an agonizing pace while he waits for you to respond. 

“God yes. Please yes.” you gasp out. He kisses you one last time before removing his cock from your pussy, both of your cum spilling out of you leaving you feeling empty but not for long. He quickly lowers himself down between your thighs and glances up at you as he licks up from your dripping cunt to your clit and swallows the mix of your juices while making eye contact with you and smiling, making your eyes roll back in pleasure. “Fuuuuuck Nicho ohmygod!” 

Nicholas’s lips close around your sensitive clit, sucking on it for a bit before his tongue ventures to thrust slowly in and out of your cunt. He moves his head back and forth and up and down, rubbing his nose against your clit while his tongue fucks into you. You feel yourself getting close again already as he starts to groan and move faster, lips attaching to your clit again when he fucks two fingers into you and you instinctively grab hold of his hair to stable yourself. The weed and pleasure mixing to make you feel like if you don’t hold on to him you’d float away for sure. One of Nicho’s hands slides up your stomach to your breast while he continues eating you out ferociously, barely pausing to take breaths and whisper praises to you while you moan out his name. It’s not until your legs shake and clench around him do you realize you’re cumming again, the pleasure having been so overwhelming you lost yourself in it a bit until you’re dragged back down to earth when it all stops and he removes himself from between your legs to kiss you again. You can taste yourself and him on his lips and tongue and you’re so hazy and content that you find yourself moaning into his mouth again before he breaks the kiss to lay his head on your chest and look you in the eye. 

“That was… really good. Been waiting to do that for a while…” He admits grinning shyly, his lips and chin still glistening with your wetness and spit. 

“Oh yeah?” You half ask half tease, running your hands softly through his hair making his eyes flutter closed as he hums in affirmation. “…Honestly me too.” you finally admit. 

“Oh, I know.” He giggles, looking up at you again and making your face flash hot and you look away shyly as if you hadn’t been moaning his name moments before. 

“That obvious, huh?”

“Yeah, but it’s okay. I thought it was cute how you tried to hide how flustered you got whenever we touched. Made me wanna do it more.” he admits, standing up. “You wanna go shower, change into something else, and eat something? You must be starving.” He suggests pulling you up off the couch and into his arms, lazily resting his hands on your hips and leaning down to kiss you softly a few times before you could answer.

“Sure… you wanna join me?”

“Oh absolutely.” he grins, kissing you again before you lead him off to your bathroom with a giggle. 

✧⁠*⁠。✧⁠*⁠。✧⁠*⁠。

[miracleocean]

☞ GRUMPY NIGHT

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( i have vision of JAson has a bulk body )

☞ After the long night of hell, the door swing open frustratedly with Jason’s body standing intimately. You flinched when he threw himself on the couch with a loud groan.

☞ All he NEEDs is rest and quiet, yet you still nag him about how the day is while patching up his wounds. He annoyed the touch from you, the soft touch or soft voice like a fly. It’s annoying.

“Can you stfu?”

“Excuse me?”

“I need to rest alone”

“But I just want to help”

“Do you know word ‘alone’?”

You know, he said out of his tiredness. He doesn't mean to. You want to be an understanding partner, but it doesn't mean you don’t a feeling. You are hurt and upset at his unwanted attitude.

“Fine”

You close the aid kits and push to him angrily, storm out from the room. He’s laying there with finally peace. He let out a a heavy sigh that he doesn’t know he held it. There is nothing better than rest alone. Jason thinks so.

Because Jason is resting on our bedroom, and you are angry at him right now. The couch is not the best choice nor the worst. Except those blood stains he left. Strangely, your size fits on the couch comfortably. Maybe it’s not that bad you think with your heavy eyelids.

Your dream is wide.

There is dreamless sleep before a big ass red bear in front of you. You and the bear are standing in the boxing ring with bear hands. there is no fucking way you gonna alive before the heartbeat. It's crushing you into a breathless hug.

"Ah!"

You left out a squeaky voice from the weird nightmare. your forehead is sweating. you still feel breathless and hot from it. Before you looked down what the hell was on you.

"Jason?"

The big man who x3 of your size stays quiet, but you know he doesn't sleep yet. His hands rest on your waist, and his face bury in your neck. Pull you closer so you can hear his heartbeat.

It might look cute, but it's too crowded, too hot, and uncomfortable to be trapped under the 196 pounds, trust.

You called him a few times before he left a grumpy noise.

"What?"

"Can you get off? It's too hot."

"Put banket away then."

"You're on top of it."

"..."

"..."

"Can you get ou--"

"No."

Your face frowned at his words before anything got worse. He kissed on your forehead, which stunned you from unusual softness.

Moment of silence. Before you break it.

"What's wrong with you?"

He knows you asked about his action at night. Jason isn't sure if his words have enough weight to learn you. He wants to say he is sorry, that he didn't mean to, how much it is empty, he needs his spoon back. But he is man of his pride.

"The bed is cold." What an ass excuse.

"Put the banket on then."

Jason pulled his head up and frowned at you like a spoiled cat before you chuckled at the sight.

"Come back to bed."

"You said you want to rest alone."

"You know I didn't mean to. You act dramatic."

You grasp with your hand on your chest. "Excuse me?"

"Excuse you. Now come back to bed."

You pout all the way the red eyed man carries you back to the room. He tries to kiss your pout away, but it doesn't work.

"Need a snack?" You looked at him with death eyes. He left a defens heavy sigh. Jason knows exactly what he needs to do.

"I'm sorry." You raise an eyebrow. "The bed is cold without you and... and I can't sleep without my pillow. Okay?" You are looking out of the man anxiety before revealing a smile that is relieved in his chest. "Much better."

Jason lays you on the bed again now that he is hugging you without complaining.

"Goodnight, love."

"Goodnight, pup."

i have future plan about angst but i good at fluffy tho. maybe i will do Bruce(s) next maybe 3P? (i actually don't care LOL)

[persesphonestears]

Imagine the Soulmate AU but it's the one where you receive your soulmates scars, where you're Logan's soulmate, but you're his soulmate from 'Wade's' universe. The one he never met (You can be a mutant too or just like a freaky huge (but legal) age gap lol) before he died.

But since Logan just regenerates, he always thought he never had a soulmate, he never had any random scars that appeared that weren't his, so he never really thought he'd ever find the person he was meant to be with.

But then, you, a young (compared to Logan) pretty/handsome thing, moves in across the hall from Wade's apartment. Now if you had had the ability to choose, you'd not be living in this apartment complex, it really looked like you were going to be stabbed while going for a walk. But you didn't have anywhere near enough money to buy a decent apartment in NYC of all places.

You look like you've been through hell and back, which Logan has been, but you don't know that., with all of the scars covering your body. The thing that catches Wade's eye when he sees you moving in, struggling with a box filled with whatever hobby you have, is the amount of scar tissue that seems to overlap itself gracing over your knuckles, or more specifically, between your knuckles.

Internally freaking out over the fact if Logan does have someone he loves, that maybe he won't constantly stab Wade through his head anytime he gets annoyed, but more importantly, he'll be finally happy. Even if Wade won't admit it, he does care about Logan, not just his abs, or chest, or face, or arms, or- you get the point he's hot.

So Wade goes onto plan how to meddle just right to be able to get the two of you to meet, and start to date and then make babies and have little Wolverine spawn running around (Doesn't matter if you're a man, he'll find a way.). Wade has to admit, you're very attractive as well, the children you and Logan would make would be immaculate.

!!not proof read at all lol!!

Don't know what compelled me to think of this or decide to write this drabble. But I did. So. :D

Edit: Uh didn't expect people to like this so much- so now currently making a full thing(Probably a oneshot but might make a few parts) rather than just a drabble!!

Divider made by @cafekitsune !! - also in the image description!

[gonnadafturpunk]

I was wondering if you can write a Bumblebee(B-127) x Cybertronians!reader, where B-127 was staring at trash burning, and the reader fell out of the trash chute, and he saves the reader just in time before the reader went in the fire, and we help him build Steve?

AWHHH RAHHH I LOVE I LOVE HIMMM (I’m in my bumblebee onesie as we speak)

I LOVE ITTY IGHHFKDSKSKDKFKFKFIGIG

B-127 x cybertronian! Reader

Spoilers for Transformers One if you haven’t seen it. 

gnreader, mentions death, injuries, and angst, not edited.

"I don't want to go back up there, anyway..."

I listened to Chihiro and Ocean Eyes while making this lol.  

You were a miner. A very low-ranking miner. 

You had tried to be happy. Sometimes it didn't work.

You always ended up frowning, doing your job.

You had a [Preferred paint color] paint job and were always covered in scratches or dirt. It was rough. It was so rough. 

You were always tired, always looking pitiful. You didn’t know why you did. You were working towards saving Cybertron. 

You weren’t treated with much respect. You were always being taken advantage of. By anyone. The bots who worked aside you, your superiors, everyone. It seems cliche, but it does.

Doesn’t everyone get stepped on, especially in this environment? Well, you could argue yes, but it sure was damn different.  

You already had a dangerous job, and felt so invisible and treated with such disregard. You were by yourself, always by yourself. 

Sometimes, on little breaks, you thought to yourself. You thought to yourself a lot; Too much for a little ol’ bot with a low-ranked job. It was hard to find your reason in life and who you were. 

 Sometimes you’d question why you had no cog or were not of high rank. You’d question why you even had to mine for Energon anyway. Why were you always mining for it? It was hours on end.

No sleep sometimes. Barely, if you’re lucky. 

One day, you were working on putting packages and boxes together to send to the other bots to put on the transport.

You were leaning over the edge of the conveyor belt, even though you shouldn't have, to make sure some of the packages were sealed correctly. It is true that some slack and rush, and don't even check if it's right or corrected.

something had happened in which all the bots had to evacuate for something.

You tried getting up from leaning over the edge, but instead, you got shoved and pushed.

You had fallen in. It happened so fast. It's like you fell sideways but you went downward.

You or anybody else didn't have time to react. Did they even care? Probably not. Maybe some did.

You hit the side of your helm and it felt like you blacked out. You blacked out on what seemed like the conveyor belt to the...To the trash chute!?

You were barely even conscious. You really just look up and then close your eyes. You couldn't think much about anything. All of this happened too fast. You felt a cold liquid run down your face (do they even bleed? or. would I say leak?)

That's really beside the fact.

You did hear "Oh my primus," a couple times from the bots above you, but really it was kinda late to grab you or get anyone to save you.

Now to B now!

Bumblebee was simply watching trash. Trash that goes into the burner.

He didn't really get the point, but at least he could keep this assignment.

Sure he felt lonely, but again, it wasn't like he didn't fully enjoy his job. He could just hang by himself all day.

All B was was just a bot who was by himself a lot. All the time. No one even came down there.

Yeah, sometimes he wanted someone who he could talk to, or hang out with. It felt like hell. Maybe it was. I mean he did work near the trash burner on one of the lowest levels. It might as well be.

Even trying to be optimistic, he would find himself frowning at the trash like this.

( LMAO THIS POOR BABY)

Anyway, he really did try to stay as sane as he could.

when he heard a sound coming from the trash chute, he couldn't help but wonder what it could possibly be.

"Do they just send anything down here now?" he went.

"It can barely fit down the chute," he continued, getting closer to it.

Once whatever was in the chute got close to the end, it came down fast.

With a BANG, you fall on the conveyor belt, limp.

"Oh my Primus, it's another bot!" he said, quickly acting, pulling your limp frame off of the conveyor belt before you could reach the trash. He stopped the machine and placed you on the ground.

You look kinda conscious but definitely not responsive.

He took off his protective helmet and tried to figure out your situation.

"Are you alright?" He tries to speak to you.

All you could do was move your eyes. Little by little you realize you were on the ground.

"Do you need help?" He asked again, panicking, especially after realizing you had a cut or a bruise of some sort on your helm.

"Try getting up, maybe I could help you if you get Energon running through you again," he suggested.

You blink a couple times.

You try to recognize where you are. You couldn't Though, was that really the most of your worries. You fell into the conveyor belt and almost died for crying out loud.

You groan and put a servo on your helm as you get up slowly.

You rub your face plate and look back at it. Dirt, dust, and-- shit you're leaking.

You put your servo back and down and look around. Everything through your optics felt so saturated. It felt not normal. You hadn't even noticed the bot next to you, looking just as concerned for you as you were for yourself.

You could honestly care less about your surroundings or who this other bot was. At least for now. Not in a mean way. You just felt hurt. Your frame felt numb and so did your face plate.

"Y-you fell down the chute..." He began, looking at you.

You rubbed your helm a bit more and looked at him then at where you would've ended up if he didn't do anything.

"Thank you," you said simply.

"My pleasure," he replied.

"I'm guessing don't have many.. uhm options to get back up there..do I?" You asked.

He shook his helm.

"I could help you- with your injury that is. You seemed to have taken a really big fall," he said, grabbing something.

You guess you did. You barely remembered what had happened it had all gone down so quick.

You looked down. Maybe if you hadn't leaned over the edge, none of this would've happened. You were lucky to even still be online.

B looked at you, after grabbing a bandage. He saw you were upset. He couldn't blame you. Maybe you had it good up there.

"Hey, uhh, I never got your name--" He starts, trying to distract you.

You widened your eyes, getting ready to respond.

"Oh, it's Y/N," you began.

You look at him as he gives you the bandage, hoping he'll respond with his name back.

"Well, Y/N, I'm B-127, I work here at this very level...Just me..." he says smiling...Kinda.

You give a weak smile. He seemed sweet. And alone. Just like you.

"I worked as a low-rank miner who packaged boxes for transport," you go on. "Not so different from picking out valuable stuff from scrap, and watching trash." you finish.

"Looks like I'm stuck down here, but at least you seem cool," you say smiling a little more.

He smiles back sitting with you. He was pretty happy. You were a person he could talk to.

"At least we'll have one another," he says.

"It's better than what my life was up there." You say, thinking.

"I'd rather be down here than be up there," you continue.

After a couple of days, a bot couldn't tell if you guys had been friends all your life or if you guys met a couple days prior.

It was funny because, after about a month, you guys decided to build a buddy!

You decided to name him Steve :3

After building Steve, you had wanted to make a mask just like B's.

"I made a mask like yours, B. Isn't it hella badass? I got it from you," you laugh.

He definitely calls himself Badass after that

(that's where he got the name from!)

You both are glad you found each other when you guys did. You both needed it.

silly ahh alien LMAO

-Lena