#i had to go back to doing stuff like this. just warm ups. 5 minute sketches. it helps!

[sinsydia]

Your art makes me really motivated to continue drawing — was in but of a slump but looking through your page and anatomy skills made me wanna be better and improve <3 ty for being u

YES PLEASE CONTINUE! whenever im in a slump i just do anatomy studies. Or whatever i think i need work on! Please reach out to me if you ever want to talk about art!

Also im glad my drawings have motivated you to draw! Thats freaking awesome. 🖤🖤🖤 your little anon message helped motivate me to draw too!

[urcoolgf]

BEACH DAY

pairing. bf¡rafe && reader

content. fluff

summary. you && rafe take a day trip to his favorite beach, && you have an unexpected visitor…

“baby we gotta go! c’mon,” rafe quickly called to you from your shared bedroom. he had been waiting for you to finish getting ready for the past 20 minutes, and he was starting to get impatient.

“hold on, i’m almost done!,” you answered back.

“jesus it’s just the beach—no makeup, no doing the hair—just a swimsuit,” he whispered to himself. as he put the last of his own things into your bag that sat on the bed.

“okay, sorry, sorry! i’m done,” you rushed out of the bathroom with your hairbrush, hair clip, some hair ties, your favorite sunscreen, and some other things rafe couldn’t identify crammed in your hands.

“baby, it’s just the beach, we’ll be back tonight. do you really need all that?”

“yes! because once my hair gets wet i’ll have to redo it, and i need my stuff! so, unless you wanna look like you’re dating a lion, i suggest you don’t complain,” you replied while shoving your things into the same bag on the bed.

“alright, alright! bring your stuff, but we gotta go,” rafe laughed while picking up the bag that had gained about 5 pounds after dumping your things into it.

the two of you made your way out to his jeep—he had already taken the roof and doors off in preparation for your beach day, which only made you more excited. after you hopped into the passenger seat, rafe placed the bag on your lap so that nothing would fall out on the ride there.

“got it sweetheart?,” he asked, his smirk still made your knees go weak even after all this time, and even if you’re sitting. once he got into the driver’s seat and started the car, he immediately handed you the aux cord because he knew you loved picking music—especially during the summer. so, naturally you click over to your summer playlist and hit shuffle; Dreams by Fleetwood Mac begins to blast through the speakers and out into the hot air.

as you’re singing your heart out on the drive to the beach, rafe can’t help but steal glances at you—completely at peace, in your most natural and beautiful state, totally comfortable in the passenger seat of his car—he loved you like this. his fingers tapped against the wheel to the familiar beat, it was one of your favorites, so of course, rafe knew it by heart.

many upbeat songs later, you arrived at rafe’s favorite beach. this one was never really crowded, and had perfect clear water, and beautiful clean sand. he suspected this was because it was hidden.

“um… pretty sure this isn’t the beach, rafe,” you say as you stare at the forest on the other side of the windshield.

“just trust me, yeah?,” he smiled, turning off the car, getting out, and moving towards your side to help you out. once you were both out of the car, and rafe had taken the bag from you because of course he wouldn’t let you carry it, you began to follow him through the wooded area. there was a faint path, but rafe still had to clear some branches for you first.

once you made it to the edge of the woods, the bright blue water was revealed, and the sun’s reflection off the sand almost blinded you.

“rafe… this is beautiful! where has this place been my whole life?,” you said running out into the warm sand.

“where is everyone?,” you ask, almost excitedly.

“no one really knows about this place—that’s what makes it so special,” he smiled at you. and you just couldn’t help but run over to him as he placed the bag on the sand and unexpectedly jump into his arms. he caught you anyways, hands under your legs that wrapped around him as you grabbed the sides of his face and pulled him into a sweet kiss. once you pulled away, you put your arms around his neck and held him tight, nestling your head into the crook of his neck.

“it’s perfect, baby,” you whispered against his neck, your hot breath driving rafe crazy. he placed you down softly, and with a quick kiss on your forehead you were ready to get into the ocean. you quickly took off your shorts and baby tee that covered your bikini while rafe just stared—eyes moving from your face, down your body, and back to your face.

“what? something on my face?,” you asked, running your hands over your cheeks and lips.

“no. jus’ love you,” he replied with a soft, almost shy, smile. he then pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his toned chest you would never really get used to seeing. the faint ab lines that adorned his stomach, and soft biceps had you practically drooling—no matter how many times you had seen it before—thankfully, he wasn’t paying attention to where your gaze was falling. rafe grabbed his phone and speaker, putting your summer playlist on shuffle—it made your heart melt.

“you have my playlist saved?,” you asked softly.

“‘course i do, baby. wouldn’t be a beach trip without it, hm?,”

I Will Wait by Mumford & Sons begins blasting through the speaker as rafe tosses his phone onto the towels he had set up, and you swear you’ve never been happier than in this exact moment.

you begin running towards the water—and even though you got a head start—rafe catches up to you and picks you and tosses your torso over his shoulder, carrying you into the warm water as you’re squealing for him to put you down.

“it’s not even cold, sweetheart! feels nice doesn’t it?,” he said, finally releasing you into the gravity of the water.

“feels perfect. i love you, rafe cameron,” you say quietly, grabbing back onto his shoulders for support and intimacy, one could argue.

“i love you more, baby,” he pulls you in and kisses you—it’s intoxicating and you can feel the world around you stop.

—

you had been tanning for awhile now—rafe reading some book he brought with him—when suddenly, you feel a softness against your leg. startled, you quickly move your leg away and look back.

“oh my gosh! rafe, it’s a kitty!,” you said excitedly, while moving to sit up. rafe looks up to see your eyes widen and a big smile appear on your face.

“would you look at that? hey, little buddy,” he said as you began petting the cat’s soft fur. no tag, no owner? you thought as rafe moved onto your towel, reaching his hand out gently for the cat to smell.

“you think he’s a stray?,” you ask, concerned—but rafe can tell you’re secretly hopeful he is.

“maybe? i mean… he’s got no collar,” he answered hesitantly, knowing where this was going.

—

as rafe drove you both back home from the beach after watching the sunset, the bag that sat in your lap on the way there had been discarded to the floor and replaced with the small animal.

Love Grows by Edison Lighthouse playing softly through the stereo as you gently pet the sleeping kitty.

“so what should we name him?,” you turned toward rafe with a big smile on your face as he shook his head with a smirk.

“i cannot believe i let you talk me into keeping him…”

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[twijaxx]

tw: period sex, breeding, occ kaiser, female reader, unprotected sex, begging(?) blood(obviously) smut

my requests are open btwww

It was supposed to be a normal day, you woke up all happy thinking about the date you are supposed to have with Kaiser later that day. But you were mistaken, your body had other plans for today, your period came.. and it was one of the strongest kind..

“Man fuck the word.”-you thought, scrunching up in bed. Your back is about to break, your uterus is straight up taking boxing classes on the rest of your organs in that area. With the rest of your strength you reached out for your phone and un locked it.

“Baby, i won’t be able to make it today… I’m so sorry, i’m bleeding out like a fountain and my tummy hurts. If you want u can come over and spend some time with me at home. i’m srs sorry”

“omw liebling”

Well.. that was quick, you thought Kaiser would be mad at you, after all he got a little temper but he doesn’t seem mad.. does he?? While you were thinking you heard keys ruffle besides the door to your apartment.

“Schatz, don’t worry it’s me!” -he said as he quickly entered your apartment and then your room. You still were in your bed holding your stomach like it was about to run away.

“Do you need something? painkillers? tea? food??? Wait don’t even answer, i will be right back.” oh?! this was kind new, kaiser never acted like this but you didn’t mind, it was nice.

After a while he came back with a cup of tea, painkillers and scrambled eggs (🤤) He reached out and handed u the painkillers and brought the cup of tea to your lips.

“Be careful, it’s hot” -he said. You swallowed the painkillers and slowly started to eat your food, as Kaiser just stared at you like he wanted to ask you smth, like you owed him something now.

“What is it?? you’re staring at me” - you asked him, unsure what he would respond but after all it couldn’t be that bad right??

“I- Can i fuck you?” What did he just say?!!?? “i heard that it can relieve some part of the pain. I don’t want u to be in pain”

You would never! thought Kaiser was into this kind of stuff.. but after all you’re laying on your bed with towels beneath you, as he rubs his tip against your lips in slow circular motions.

“Kaiser.. stop teasing.. please” -you said, your voice barely above a whisper because of how embarrassed you were. You didn’t have to ask him twice tho.. he lined up his tip with your hole and trusted forward entering you whole which caused you to moan out his name. You where so much hotter and much more sensitive then usually.

“Shit- you are so hot and tight, warum habe ich das nicht früher gemacht”

After he made sure you were comfortable he started moving. As he was slowly pulling out he saw his dick covered in your blood, god he could cum just from the sight of this and you realized that because he was twitching inside of you like a virgin.

“Scheiße, Engel, ich liebe dich. Ich liebe dich, ngh~ du ziehst mich so in deinen Bann, ich weiß nicht, wie lange ich durchhalten werde.” What was he talking about?? at this point Kaiser was completely! pussy drunk and it’s only been like 5 minutes since he putted it in.

His thrust grew sloppier and the grip on your hips tightened, you could feel similar knot forming in your clit as he abused your sweet spot.

“ich werde kommen! oh mein Gott, mghhh~~ are you gonna cu-m with me? please, please Komm mit mir!” Hearing him beg made you clench around him even tighter then usually. He never begs, he orders, he’s mean and he always control his emotions while you two have sex, but now? he’s too far gone to even think normally with how warm your insides are.

“Oh shit! Kaiser- ahh! ahh~ i’m gonna- cummingimcummingkaiserkaiseriloveyou!!” Your mind went blank for a moment, while he was still thrusting in you, chasing his own release. Overstimulating you in the same time with how fast he was going. Tears streamed down your cheeks while his grip on your waist bruised your porcelain skin.

Soon after, he splurged his seed deep inside of you thrusting his hips couple more times to get down down from his high. Once he pulled out he saw his cum mixed up with your blood creating this somehow pink substance.

“i’m gonna go grab a wet towel, wait here” U looked at his back as he walked out of your room, but what you didn’t see was that he was hard again.. after what he just witnessed.

Translation (sorry if it’s wrong i’m not german😭)

warum habe ich das nicht früher gemacht = why didn’t I do this sooner?

“Scheiße, Engel, ich liebe dich. Ich liebe dich, ngh~ du ziehst mich so in deinen Bann, ich weiß nicht, wie lange ich durchhalten werde.” = "Shit, angel, I love you. I love you, ngh~ you have me so under your spell, I don't know how long I'll last."

“ich werde kommen! oh mein Gott, mghhh~~ are you gonna cu-m with me? please, please Komm mit mir!” = "I'm going to cum! Oh my God, mghhh~~ Are you going to cum with me? Please, please, come with me!"

YALL MISSED ME, RIGHTTT???I MISSED YALL TOO i was gone for so long and im delivering this filthy work I HOPE YALL ENJOY THO. now im disappearing again!! byeeee!!

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[darylmydix]

THE SCARS WE SHARE | daryl dixon – 001

summary: you were the only good thing daryl had in his life. bonded by similar trauma, you suffered abuse at the hands of your stepmother, just as daryl had suffered from his own father. when you finally decide to escape your abusive home life, you're forced to leave behind your best friend in the process. now with the world in an apocalyptic state, you're left wondering if daryl was even alive.

pairings: daryl dixon x f!reader.

warnings: smut, violence, blood and gore, unrequited love, best friends to lovers, mentions of s/a, mentions of abuse, mention of suicidal thoughts/attempts, mention of drug use, use of deadly weapons, fluff, angst, slow burn, strong language, kidnapping, coercion, seasons 5-11, 18+, minors dni.

word count: 1.7k

Warm water trickles your skin, washing away your filth. Physically you weren’t dirty, but subconsciously you felt that way; you’re curled up in the fetal position on the bathtub floor, as still as a frightened rabbit. Your body felt numb, and you envisioned yourself anywhere but where you were now.

You had been laying in this position for about 20 minutes now. You knew eventually you’d have to get up. You didn’t want the wrath of your stepmother banging on the door shouting about how you were running up the water bill.

You finally find your strength to get up, turning off the water. You sit for a few more minutes in silence. It was quiet in the house. You figured your stepmother had gone to bed. You grab your towel from atop of the toilet tank, standing up to wrap it around your body.

You step onto the shaggy rug outside of the tub, drying your feet off. Last thing you wanted to hear was complaints about how you left the floor wet. Your stepmom would bitch about anything if she could.

You open the door, peeking your head out to make sure she wasn’t walking around the hallway. It was radio silence, and dark. You shuffle down to your bedroom, your feet pattering against the hardwood floors. You notice your stepmother’s bedroom door was closed, officially confirming that she was indeed asleep.

You softly close your bedroom door behind you, letting out a meek sigh. You dry yourself off, quickly trying to change so you could head out for the night. You needed the fresh air. You felt suffocated the longer you stayed in here. You grab your set of house keys from your nightstand, leaving back out of your bedroom. You tiptoe past your stepmom’s room, making your way into the living room.

You slipped on your shoes that were sitting by the front door, and you were almost home free until you heard her voice. “Going somewhere?” You jump in surprise, the lights suddenly flicked on to reveal your stepmother sitting at the dining room table. She’s sitting with a bottle of tequila on the table, the glass she was drinking it from in her hands. She was drunk to all hell.

“I’m– I’m just going for a walk…” You stutter, timidly. She scoffs. “Don’t lie to me. You’re going to those trailer parks to see that hillbilly Dixon boy, aren’t you?” You don’t respond, and she snickers. “Those boys ain’t nothin’ but trouble. I don’t see why you even go over there. What’re you doing? Letting them run a train on you?”

You bite down on your bottom lip, holding back your tears. “I’m just going for a walk.” You repeat, opening your front door to leave. “Make sure you get your money's worth, you slut!” She shouts. You slam the door behind you, wiping your tears away with the back of your hand.

You stuff your hands in the pockets of your sweater as you make your way to the trailer parks. It wasn’t too far from where you lived, probably like a 20 minute walk if you had to estimate it.

Your best friend Daryl Dixon, who you were on your way to see, used to live a couple blocks down from you. That was before the house fire that claimed the life of his mother happened. Now he, his older brother Merle, and their father Will were living in a shaggy trailer park neighborhood.

“Right where they belonged” your stepmother would say. You make it to the trailer parks, walking through until you get to the Dixon residence. You notice their lights were on, meaning they were likely awake. As you readied yourself to walk up the stairs, the sound of a loud crash makes you freeze. “You ever talk to me like that again, boy, I’ll make you wish you died in that fire too. Ya hear me?!”

Will Dixon could be heard yelling from inside. A pretty normal occurrence for the Dixon home. “Man, get off me!” You hear Daryl shout back, his heavy southern accent easy to distinguish. “You leave out that door boy, you can sleep out there tonight.”

“Like I give a damn!” The door is suddenly ripped open, and Daryl steps outside, slamming it close behind him. The brunette pauses as he sees you at the end of the stairs, staring up at him. He’s quiet for a moment. “You heard all that?” He asks, coming down the steps towards you.

“Just the end of it.” You say. You notice there’s a cut on his lower lip. Your eyebrows knit together in concern as you reach up, letting your thumb gently brush over the wound. “Your lip’s busted.” You frown. Daryl winced, moving his head back from your touch.

“To hell with it.” He mutters. “Whad’ya doin’ here?”

Your head tips to the side slightly, and you give him a small smile. “I’m always here.”

You and Daryl sat without a word, your backs rested up against a southern magnolia tree in the woods. This was a spot you two always went when you wanted to get away from everything. It usually involves you both in silence listening to wildlife. You didn’t mind it. Daryl wasn’t a man of many words anyway. Hasn’t been since his mom’s death. Regardless of if you guys did talk or not, you were just happy to be in his presence.

“Merle’s in jail.” He disrupts the silence, picking a stick off the ground before he begins to break it apart piece by piece. Merle was always in jail so that didn’t surprise you one bit.

Both the Dixon boys weren’t strangers when it came to trouble, but Merle was the worst of the two. Anytime Daryl caught himself in any trouble with the law it came from dumb shit Merle dragged him into.

You truly couldn’t stand Merle, but you could never tell that to Daryl. His loyalty to his older brother was impeccable. You hope one day he could get out of that phase and come to the realization that Merle wasn’t good for him.

“What did he do this time?” You ask, not really needing to as you could guess that it probably involved him assaulting someone. He wasn’t exactly a people person. “He beat the hell outta some guy in a bar.”

‘Bingo. Right on the mark.’

“That brother of yours isn’t gonna be satisfied until he’s locked in there for life.” You mumbled. Daryl shoots you a look. “What? You can’t just go around beating people up without consequences. That’s not how the world works.”

“Asshole probably deserved it.” He murmured, chucking the stick. You roll your eyes, deciding not to push the subject any further. You hear Daryl wince, and you look over to see him messing around with the cut on his lip.

You dig in the pockets of your sweater in search of something you could wipe the blood off with. Great forces are on your side as you pull out an alcohol prep wipe. You often carried them around for moments like these. This isn’t the first time you’ve cleaned up a wound left on Daryl by his father, or even a wound on yourself.

You rip open the package before gently grabbing the brunette’s face to make him look over at you. “Hold still.” You say, placing the wipe on his open wound. He winces again, trying to move his head back but you don’t let him. “Oh cut it out you big baby, it’s not that bad. You don’t want it to get infected, do you?”

Daryl grumbles, but sits still to let you work. It’s quiet as you do, nothing but the sound of an owl hooting. You could feel Daryl’s eyes on you, and your focus shifts from his lip to his blue hues. “What?”

“That come from her?” He questions, nodding his head to the choke bruise on your neck. He wasn’t sure how he hadn’t noticed it before. You swallow a lump that was beginning to well up at the back of your throat and shake your head. “She had another guy come by today. This one was into choking…”

Daryl’s jaw clenched in anger. Every time he heard about the men your stepmother invited over he just wanted to go there himself to rid you of the burden once and for all. But he didn’t want to put you in a worse situation than you already were in. “You don’t deserve what she’s doin’ to you.”

“Neither do you.” You remark. “But that’s just our reality.”

“Don’t have to be.” He declared. You pull the wipe from his lip, deciding it was clean enough. You ball it up, tossing it wherever on the ground. “Done.” You smile faintly, moving on from the topic. You didn’t want to think about it right now. “S’gettin’ late,” he comments. “Want me to walk you back home?” He offers.

“What’re you gonna do?” You remember his dad telling him not to come back. You’d think that he truly didn’t mean that but even you knew that Will made sure there was no way Daryl could get back inside the house tonight. “I’ma come back here to sleep. Ain’t the first time my old man’s kicked me out. Damn sure ain’t gonna be the last.”

You nod. “Then it looks like I’m staying.” You insist, settling against the tree. Daryl shakes his head. “I don’t need you to-”

“Shut up.” You cut him off before he could argue. “I’m staying.” You lean your head against the tree, your eyes closing. Daryl stares at you for a moment. Your stubbornness amazed him sometimes. It was worse than his own, but he knew he couldn’t fight you when you made up your mind on something.

“Fine.” He says, settling against the tree along with you. You scoot a bit closer to the brunette, letting your head fall on his shoulder. He tenses a bit, but calms his nerves. His body relaxes underneath you.

“Hey.” Daryl mutters, unsure if you’re awake or fast asleep already. You hum in response. “You really ain’t gotta be here.” He tries once more to change your mind. You smile.

“I’m always here.”

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[hamilton-here]

𝒜𝒸𝒸𝒾𝒹𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝒴𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓈 𝒫𝓉.1

Authors Note: Hey everyone! This is my very first post on Tumblr. I’m still figuring out how everything works on here, so apologies if the formatting’s a bit off. If you have any feedback, let me know. Thanks so much for reading and I hope you enjoy! P.S I honestly hate this...Lots of love xx

Summary: Reader gets added into the f1 group-chat by mistake

Warning: none

MASTERLIST

Pt1, Pt2, Pt3, Pt4, Pt5, Pt6, Pt7, Pt8, Pt9

࣪𓏲ᥫ᭡ ₊ ⊹ ˑ ִ ֶ 𓂃࣪𓏲ᥫ᭡ ₊ ⊹ ˑ ִ ֶ 𓂃࣪𓏲ᥫ᭡ ₊ ⊹ ˑ ִ ֶ

You never meant to end up in that group chat.

One minute you were scrolling through your messages and the next, a swarm of notifications flooded in. GIFs, memes and inside jokes that made no sense from a group chat named GridBanterGC 🏁. Apparently, someone named MadMax had meant to add someone else. You were the wrong number. The usernames presented were even more confusing; HoneyBadger, SmoothOperator, Pastry and a lot more.

[MadMax has added unknown user to GridBanterGC🏁]

MadMax: don’t worry guys I finally added Alex

Norrified: Are you sure? Because that is not Alex’s number man

SmootherOperator: that isn’t even close to Alex’s number HAHAHA

Pastry: Who did you even add?

User: um…hello?

Hulk: what have you done Max?

Baguetteboi: Uh...hi there. What’s your name?

User: Why would I tell randoms my name? Do you guys even have brain cells?

MrSaturday: Fair. As a matter of fact we do have brain cells! Well, some of us.

But before you could press leave chat, a message caught your attention.

Hammertime: Do I even bother asking what happened? Ignore them newbie, feel free to leave or stay. I promise we don’t bite.

You smiled as you read his message, feeling a warm connection despite not knowing who Hammertime actually was.

MadMax: Sorry guys I didn’t mean to add them. Bloody fat thumbs…

HoneyBadger: How do you even stuff up that bad?

User: You’re telling me you dragged me into this stupid group-chat with idiotic names accidentally?

Pastry: Exactly.

User: You can easily just block me, problem solved. Honestly what are you guys, 14 year olds who don’t think?

Hulk: we just got roasted…by a random in like 5 seconds

Hammertime: Leave the newbie alone. Anyway, don’t mind them. You’ll get used to the chaos. If you need a break, hit me up or I can tell these wildlings to stop harassing you.

You felt a small flutter in your chest at the message, wondering what kind of person he was behind the screen.

You didn’t know much about Hammertime just his kindness and the way he made you feel welcome. But there was something about him that was starting to intrigue you more than the others.

The conversation shifted to random memes and more lighthearted jokes, but you kept finding yourself glancing at Hammetime’s name whenever he spoke, the soft mystery he exuded pulling you in.

You set your phone down with a soft sigh, wondering how long it would take to figure out who those people are behind the screen.

࣪𓏲ᥫ᭡ ₊ ⊹ ˑ ִ ֶ 𓂃࣪𓏲ᥫ᭡ ₊ ⊹ ˑ ִ ֶ 𓂃࣪𓏲ᥫ᭡ ₊ ⊹ ˑ ִ ֶ ࣪𓏲ᥫ᭡ ₊ ⊹ ˑ ִ ֶ 𓂃࣪𓏲ᥫ᭡

The next day, the group chat was its usual chaotic self. You sometimes commenting throughout. But this time, there was something different.

You didn’t just see the jokes and memes, you saw Hammertime’s messages first. He was calm, cool, collected and somehow in the mess of it all, you found yourself looking forward to his next message.

But what really caught you off guard was a message from Hammertime that afternoon.

Hammertime: Funny how someone can show up by accident and still end up being the best part of the day unlike the rest of you

You blinked at the message, unsure how to respond. Your fingers hovered over the keyboard, but for once you didn’t know what to say.

You typed back and erased your reply twice before finally settling on;

User: Is that your way of saying you’re glad I’m here?

Seconds passed. Then a minute. Your phone buzzed again.

Hammertime: Maybe. Don’t let it go to your head though.

SmootherOperator: stop flirting you two, that’s my job

You laughed quietly, pulling your knees to your chest as you sat curled up on your couch. There was something different about him or whoever he was. Polite, thoughtful, with this quiet sort of charm that didn’t try too hard.

You didn’t even know his real name, but somehow that didn’t seem to matter. You smiled to yourself, heart fluttering just a bit. You didn’t know who Hammertime really was…but maybe you didn’t need to. Not yet.

For now, the mystery was enough.

[takes1]

heyy I must tell you all those tsukishima fics were so good😭 i used to literally log on to tumblr everyday just becausd of yoy😭 can I request a mattsun x oblivious reader?? Where he has tried multiple times to tell her thwt he likes her but something or the other happens and he can't and also thr reader has absolutely no idea that he likes her. Maybe in thr end he can be like do you not like me and stuff snd then she is so confused becsue she did not think thwt he'd like her back snd lmao they go out later

mattsun x oblivious!reader

the sheer quantity of tsukki lovers was a shock when i first started posting that old series lemme tell you. i rlly appreciate that!!

warnings. sfw, fluff

details. libero!reader / girls team!reader / mattsun fluff / aoba johsai fluff / oblivious!reader / platonic?cuddling / mattsun is always warm / giving you his jacket trope / rbf!mattsun / thinking he hates you trope / pda / 2k words

links. my masterlist. more haikyuu. my ao3. requests OPEN

There was only so much to be done about the bitter cold tonight. The Aoba Johsai teams had their joint biyearly dinner, but thanks to a last-minute close for renovation at your usual spot, you and at least fifteen others were stuck waiting for a reservation outside on the town square.

"Fuck-k!" Oikawa shuddered loudly, teeth chattering as he stepped out from the restaurant you were all barred from.

Somebody whined, "I just wanna sit down!"

Iwa trailed close behind, steam practically coming off of his head as he stared down at his phone. He kept his foot in the door for an older couple, sparing a passive-aggressive look at how easily they were seated.

"It'll be another 20 minutes at least," You overheard him, quiet but frothing with frustration, to your own team captain.

Only a few were properly dressed for the weather outside. It was getting darker fast, and the wind was picking up.

You were able to catch a glimpse of his phone screen. He had the estimated wait time from the restaurant's website; 5 groups were before you, but they were nowhere to be seen.

A harsh wind howled through the street and inspired you to jump behind the nearest body. You and the other liberos were lucky to have your faces protected by the gathered group of shoulders and chests, but that's where your blessings ended. Your cardigan could've been made of tissue paper, how thin it was.

The wind settled and you glanced to see who you had nestled up to- you jumped back with a muffled yelp. It went ignored because of the symphony of complaints, curses to the weather.

Matsukawa was glowering down at you. God, was he warm, but he was so mean.

He was the most unsettling member of the guys' team by far. You got along fine with everyone else, but there was some unspoken hatred in his eyes every time you had to interact with him.

He often tried to speak with you after practice, about receiving of all things, quizzing you about your methods from the games he watched or practices he caught. You didn't like how his questions were made to make you feel stupid, so you tended to keep it short with him and run away as soon as you could.

His stare was harsh and judgmental, his frown deep and unforgiving. It gave the impression that he was tearing you apart in his mind.

"Awww, (Y/n)," Your captain, whom you had backed into, put her arms around you at once.

She didn't offer as much heat as him, but it helped to make you feel safer, and wanted. You turned and pressed your face against her chest as she pulled her jacket around the both of you.

Most of the girls were huddled similarly, choice of attire more of an issue than the heavy-coated guys.

Matsukawa wore a thick, black work hoodie, nice thick pants, boots, and a utility jacket over that. You squinted, jealous and bitter, at how he wasn't shivering at all.

"Tw- t-twenty- minutes?" You shuddered against her, sniffling.

She hummed, her cold, dead fingers no help against your sides.

The wind was so strong that it stole your breath with every gust. Your ears were throbbing, your nose numb, even when another teammate joined the huddle.

Not only had you not dressed for the cold, but you didn't expect to be standing so much, so your heels were killing your feet. Another twenty minutes wasn't doable.

"Hey! There's some benches over here!" Somebody called from down the sidewalk and around the corner.

Those that knew it would take longer, especially in uncomfortable shoes, instantly started to migrate away from the door of the restaurant.

The benches were a little wet from the light drizzle earlier. It made most of your teammates hesitate to sit down, including you. You gave a dismal sniffle, completely exhausted from shivering, unable to get any colder or more glum. You peeled off your cardigan.

"Hey, wait wait-!"

"Noo!"

Your teammates gasped, grabbing at you, as you used it to wipe the bench dry.

You turned, offering them a seat, your ferocious shaking in direct contrast to the point you were trying to make.

"It- was-wasn't keeping me warm-- anyway," You struggled to declare.

The three of you sat down on the freezing metal. At least it was dry now. You stared, twitching hard, at the soggy ball in your numb fingers and tried to zone out.

Your eyes had been closed when someone big squeezed in next to you, at the end of the bench. It was too much energy to open them to see who it was.

But a heavy, warm, and cozy presence over you shocked you to open your eyes again.

"Put this on before you pass out," Matsukawa muttered, hands grabbing at the back of his own hoodie, too.

Your face would've felt warm if not for the conditions. It was already stinging, but it stung some more.

"Thank you," You shivered.

His lowered, studied stare at you as you struggled to put on his hoodie with numbed limbs made you feel like a dumbass. He probably thought you were an idiot.

His arm was so solid as he took his outer jacket back, to put it on over his long sleeve shirt. You quickly put up the plush hood and pulled the drawstrings, ears pounding at the relief of some heat.

Then his arm was back, around your shoulders, rubbing firm to get you warmed up faster.

"Thank you," You repeated, better now, and all you could possibly think to say.

When you glanced at him, you found him looking around. There was a protective air to him, like he was busy watching for something while he took care of you. He wore it well.

His hoodie smelled distinctly like him and you found that you did not mind it in the slightest. You were subtle, pulling it over your nose -breathing deep now that you weren't struggling to filter this icy cold air-, letting your body get wracked by his strong rubbing, your head steadied a little on the inside of his big shoulder. It slowly fell, heavier, on him as you learned to trust that he was being helpful.

The wind picked up again- this time you felt invulnerable to its brutality, but he squeezed his working arm into your waist and pulled you, shockingly easy, into his side with no space left between your bodies.

At this point, you were feeling guilty for enjoying it so much. There was no ounce of softness in his angry face to indicate he wanted to hold you. His nose crunched more at the wind, now that he had less layers to protect him. You could only assume he was just being chivalrous.

It made the remainder of the wait harder, in a different way.

"Oh," Iwa raised his brow at you as you passed him to go inside.

He didn't look at you for long, because he referred his gaze to Matsukawa and exchanged a smirk you couldn't see.

When you were all seated, nobody went to sit right next to you. The table was full except for the one seat while everyone filed in. At first, Watari pulled the chair out, but took one look at you and also said, "Ooh," before sitting elsewhere.

Matsukawa sat down without so much as a look at you.

Every guy at the table was looking at him, so you knew you were right about something. You just didn't know what, yet.

The whole evening, he was quiet and only spoke a few times when directly referred to. Otherwise, you felt the weight of his subtle, unwavering gaze anytime you mustered up the courage to contribute to the conversation at the table.

Surely he just wanted his hoodie back. He wore it so often, so it must have been how pitiful you looked outside to make him give it up like that.

Bellies full, bill paid, and a little more relaxed after a fun dinner out with friends despite his presence, you were all starting to leave to go home.

You stood still outside for a moment, sniffling but content, pulling up a route on your phone to walk back to the bus stop. It was a subtle way to wait for him to come out, so you could give him back his hoodie and brave the freezing journey back.

"You got somebody to walk you back?"

He leaned down to speak quietly, just to you. You watched his hand close the distance and rest on your shoulder. It made you stutter.

"Not- not officially."

Then he was walking you back to the bus stop, making a silent trek more difficult than it had to be if you had just gone by yourself. When you spared some meager glances at him, he had that same vibe about him- like he was preoccupied, displeased, and would be unpleasant if you tried to say anything.

It would be another five minutes for the bus.

He stood close to you, his arm against yours, because this bench was wet and you weren't going to repeat that mistake.

"Do you- uh," He rocked a little on his heels when you looked at him, "Do you not... like me?"

It was a staggering question. You held yourself, painfully aware that you were only standing because of his hoodie around you.

"Sure, I like you," You said in a stilted tone.

It wasn't enough and you knew it as it rolled off your tongue.

You cleared your throat. He looked away.

"I mean- I thought you hated me before today, so," You gave an empty laugh to help ease the tension.

"Hate you?" He turned towards you, hands in his pockets. It was the most emotion you had ever seen on his face.

Clearly, something was off. You squinted at him but only could hold it for a second, "Well, yeah, you're kinda... mean-,"

The shock on his face made you stumble over your words.

"But- uh, today you were so nice! Thank you, for your hoodie, that was very sweet-," You glanced around his face, confused, trailing off, "-of, you..."

He ran a hand through his hair with a sigh, eyes closed, pained at your words. You felt astoundingly guilty, more cold than ever, in a way.

"I gave you my hoodie because I like you."

He put the hand back in his pocket, turning to face the street, watching the lamp posts with a forlorn air about him, "I've been tryin' to ask you out for months."

Your mouth hung open. You covered it, after a few seconds, with your hand.

Was that what all the looks meant? Was that seriously what he was getting at every time he spoke to you? Your face warmed- a welcome sensation.

"I... didn't know," You said simply, pressing up to his side.

It worked, thank god, and though it took him a second, he put a hefty arm around you.

"You were really that clueless?" He muttered, rubbing his warm face with his other hand.

The truth did feel pretty obvious in hindsight, but you reminded him, "You're more intimidating than you think."

In the quiet, the bus sighed around the corner.

"So... I can keep the hoodie?"

You looked up at him, excited at what you could see now as his nervousness. He pressed a hasty kiss to the top of your head as the bus rolled to a stop in front of you.

"Hell, yeah."

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10 mg

1k0 | Joel Miller x fem reader | ao3

Warnings: 18+ mdni. consensual somnophilia, dirty talk, piv, creampie a/n: same couple: 5 days collection, but can be read alone ; Thank you @aurorawritestoescape for beta reading 💕😘

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Joel woke up in the middle of the night, feeling warmth against his torso and lower stomach. Your back was against his chest, your bare ass nestled against his crotch, your breathing slow. Deep asleep, he thought.

You both fell asleep while his soft and soothed cock was still inside you, his cum dripping from your pussy to the sheets. He always hoped to wake up still buried in you, and to feel his length growing inside your core. Then his hips would resume their thrusts as if the night didn’t pass by.

But not today. Today, his cock was against your ass, out of you. Hard, already weeping. He was so fucking stiff that it was almost painful. He needed to plunge his shaft into your warmth, to feel it wrapped by your walls and squeezed by them. To be inside what was his.

“I need to fuck her, baby”, he said in your ear, his voice so low that even if you had been awake you probably wouldn't have heard him. He jerked his cock, still covered in your wetness and his cum, and nestled it at your still seeping hole. When his tip brushed against all that dampness, he grunted. God, you were so fucking hot.

“Shit, sweetheart, I can already stuff you with my cock.”

His other hand slipped under the sheets, in front of your pussy up to your folds, and his fingers helped him enter gently. “Oh fuck”, he grumbled, feeling your warmth surrounding him. He kept thrusting and didn’t stop, pressing the tips of his fingers against his shaft until your pussy swallowed him whole. You softly moaned. Over your head, he looked at the nightstand, the glass of water, the bottle of sleeping pills. His hand slid up to your breast and cupped it. How he wished he could have taken it in his mouth, and sucked your hard nipple. Fuck, just thinking about it made him even harder.

“ ’m gonna fuck you slow at first, don't wanna wake you up yet.”

He moved his hand down to your hip. Leaving the sheet on you, forcing himself to imagine every curve of your body under the fabric. 

Your pussy was taking his cock perfectly, as always. Made for him. He brushed his nose against your collarbone then the back of your neck, breathing in your scent, letting his soft mustache and beard brush against your skin, and you moaned again.

“Ya like it, uh? Letting me use ya whenever I want? Even while you’re sleeping, jesus…”, he whispered in your ear, even though you couldn’t hear him, and that turned him on even more. Your body was warm against his, and finally he removed the sheet that was covering you and the moon let him see the curves of your body.

“Fuck. You’re so hot, baby”, he murmured, caressing the skin on your hip. This time you moaned louder and he slowed down, whispering softly, his forehead against the back of your head "don't wake up sweetheart, please. Not yet. Let me use you a little more."

He moved his torso slightly away from your back, looking down at your ass, only being able to see the shadow of his cock sinking into you.

“Fully stuffed with my cock, shit. I like fucking you like that. Slowly. Feeling her.”

Every time he was pulling back, he wanted to thrust in roughly, cling to your hips, his fingers digging into your skin. Each time he stopped himself, wanting to keep you a little more for himself. Enjoying this moment when you let him fully use your body. Unaware of what he was doing, how he was doing it.

“She’s always ready to take this cock, mmm, baby? Always ready to get fuckin’ ruined.”

His breathing was speeding up, and he wondered how he was going to wake you up. Would he dive in suddenly like he was thinking about it for several minutes? Covering your mouth with his hand to prevent you from waking up the neighbors. 

Or would he thrust just a little harder, gripping your hip with more pressure. Lightly nibbling your shoulder.

“Fuck…taking it so good…”

He took your hand in his and pinned them to the sheets, intertwining his fingers with yours and leaned forward slightly. Diving his hips in yours again. “I love to fuck you when you’re asleep. Miss your mouth in these moments, but fuck…” 

He felt his cock twitch, and grunted to himself “don’t you fucking dare. Not yet.” He slowed the pace trying to calm down. “Fuck, this pussy is not even clenching me yet and I wanna shoot my load, damn.”

He slid his hand between your body and the bed, and rubbed your clit. “You’re gonna come in your sleep baby? Bet ya can do that for me.” He kissed your shoulder, burying himself ever so gently into you. “Come on, sweetheart, give it to me.” Your clit throbbed under his finger and your pussy clenched. “Yeah, just like that, baby. Squeeze me.” His cock twitched, ready to give in. “Just a little bit more….” He stroked your clit as patiently as ever, waiting for your release, then his own. He felt you flinch, and you barely had the time to stammer, “J…Joel? Oh fuck, I’m gonna…oh fuck!”

You came right after waking up, your pussy squeezing his shaft. He fucked you through your orgasm, praising you with his “good girl, soaking my cock,” until you felt him pulse, squirting his spurts of cum against your walls.

“Oh shit, Joel…” Your body was trembling in his arms as he was holding you tight against him, his orgasm exploding after all those whispers and slow thrusts. He held you against his sweaty body, unable to move.

“Sweetheart…”, he finally mumbled against the crook of your neck.

“I love when you’re using me”, you said, kissing his hand.

“I love it too, baby. She was still dripping, you know…ruining the sheets. Begging for me to fuck her.”

“I bet she was. That little slut”, you laughed and pinched him. You tried to turn around but he held you tighter.

“Can't leave this warmth baby. Let me fall asleep like this. I'll fuck you again in a couple of hours. Ok?”

He kissed your neck.

You nodded, but thought that you’d love to fuck yourself slowly on his shaft while he was asleep, and feel him grow inside you.

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In Every Universe | Pt. 5

Reader is referenced as a "girl" at the end. Also my favorite one so far.

Spencer Agnew x Reader Warnings: None WC: 1,748 Pt. 1, Pt. 2, Pt. 3, Pt. 4, Pt. 5, Pt. 6

“Hey, what’s up you guys? Now, today Angela and Amanda are a little busy, but we still wanted to film a games video. So, Spencer, what’re we doing today?” Your enthusiastic voice introduced before gesturing to Spencer, who is sitting beside you with an unenthusiastic face. He looks into the camera and in a monotone voice, says, “We’re going to collect my pages.” “That’s right you guys, we’re playing Slender: The Eight Pages today. Now, I don’t know about you, but I used to watch my little cousins playing this game when it first came out, so I’m excited to get to play it for real now.”

“Yeah, I mean it’s a pretty simple game in terms of premise, but I’ve only beaten it a handful of times back in college,” he casually says as he boots up the game. You look to the camera and hold your hands up as you lean back.

“Alright, didn’t know we had an expert here.” At this he looks at you with a cute, cocky look on his face.

“I’m always the expert here.” You scoff at his bold proclamation and play-punch his arm. Spencer decides that since he’s already had plenty of experience with this game, he’ll let you go first. It feels a little clunky playing games in front of the crew and on camera, but after a few minutes of just wandering around the forest, you ease into it. That is until Slender appears behind you and you turn only to be jumpscared by sudden static and Slenderman’s face. That’s when Spencer decides to take the mouse next, so you move to the right a little to allow Spencer to take the center stage, but instead of allowing it, he grabs your chair and pulls you closer.

“Don’t think you can escape,” his playful voice says as he loads up the new game. You roll your eyes at his idea that you were trying to get away from him.

“I wasn’t trying to escape, I was just giving you more room for the people at home to see this handsome face,” you say as you bring your hand up and poke his cheek, which he swats away. You glance over at him and see the familiar flustered smile on his face.

“Yeah, well the people will have to deal with your fat head covering me up,” he says cheekily. You scoff at him, smacking his arm again before leaning against him some. There’s always been something about Spencer that made you and everyone else around him want to just cuddle up with him, and it’s great that he allows it. Even through his hoodie, he’s rather warm, which you enjoy using to warm yourself up when the set gets chilly.

“Yknow, this kinda reminds me of that game we played the other day. What was it? The roblox one?”

“Doors?”

“Yeah, Doors. That one was way more terrifying than this though, way more jumpscares.”

“Yeah that’s because you sucked at it and kept dying.”

“Hey, you died as much as me, don’t lie.”

“I died as much as you because you’d get me killed.”

“Not true! You’re such a liar, dude.”

Spencer shrugs and you watch as he collects his sixth page, narrowly avoiding Slenderman’s static each time. By now, you’ve unknowingly begun clinging to his arm, leaning closer to the screen to watch how good he is.

“This isn’t fair. Bring Angela and Amanda back, I don’t want to be the only one bad at games here.” He laughs at this, which nearly gets him killed, but he looks away just in time. “Did you ever see Marble Hornets?”

“Yeah, a couple times. That was a while ago though, probably like, 2015.”

“I rewatched it recently, and honestly? So good.”

“No yeah, better than the stuff I made back in college for sure.”

“I don’t know, you had some good stuff. You looked so cute back then.”

“And not now? Wow, I see how it is.”

“No, you’re actually really pretty. Pretty fucking ugly.” Spencer’s laugh rings in your ears, but not long after do you hear the familiar static as his screen is overtaken and he dies. You both groan and he turns to look at you.

“This is your fault, you distracted me,” he says as he pokes you in the shoulder. You bring your hand up to rub the spot as you scoot forward to the desk, grabbing the mouse and keyboard to move them closer to you.

“It was my plan all along. Now you’ll be forced to sit here for ten minutes watching me.”

“Ten minutes? Really?”

“Shut up.”

Like Spencer said, you did not last ten minutes, probably at most four. But, like the gentle soul he is, he allows you to play again. Surprisingly, you find yourself getting the hang of it. You’re so tuned into the game you hardly notice when Spencer speaks up again.

“Y’know, I’m surprised we never played this game back when we joined Smosh,” he says, you glance over at his somewhat wistful expression, snickering before turning back.

“We were too busy being the best people on set.” You smile before realizing that this is a piece of information your fans don’t know about, and you also quickly remember that you are, in fact, on camera. “Oh yeah, guys, so we both joined Smosh around the same time in 2014. I was also an editor, so we had to work together a lot, and what do you know? We became besties.”

“Yeah, Y/n’s my bestie.”

“Yeah, but I wasn’t as well versed in the videogame scene as Spence, I mean, no one is, so we would spend time after work playing games together. So this is really just like old times.”

“One time in a behind the scenes video, you could see us in the background hunched over a screen together. The comments were crazy, like ‘Yellow shirt guy has a girlfriend at Smosh’.”

“But this was years after we had joined, after we had had our fair share of HR meetings about whether or not we’re dating. Even my friends at the time did.”

“And now we just can’t seem to stop ourselves from making out on camera, nothing's changed.” You laugh at this and turn to look at him, before dramatically looking down to his lips.

“Oh no, it’s happening again…” As if reading your mind, the both of you slowly lean in, before quickly pulling back with a laugh. You look over to see Alex shaking his head behind the camera, and you retreat into your embarrassed shell. “Okay, cut that, cut that.” Spencer shakes his head.

“No, we’re keeping it. Also, you died.” This draws you back to the screen, where you hadn’t even noticed that your screen was overtaken by static.

“Shit!”

“That’s why no girls kiss me. They immediately die.” You laugh before scooting back from the desk to give him room.

“Well, that explains a lot about you.”

The game starts up for the final time. Spencer has thoroughly decided to lock in, wanting to beat this stupid game and prove himself as the best gamer at Smosh. You sit beside him, still leaning on him as you watch him play the game. Pretty quickly though, you realize what the comments are going to say. You were already pretty heavily shipped together as Y/s/n, but you leaning on him? Joking about kissing him? Calling him cute? It’s nothing other cast members haven’t done, but still, you know the Y/s/n shippers are going to go crazy. Now, you personally don’t mind it, finding the edits of you two to be pretty cute, but you don’t know how Spencer might feel. Maybe he really wants to keep the closeness of your relationship private, maybe he doesn’t want to see edits of you two together. Deciding to maybe reduce the fuel to the fire, you pull back once again, not too far, but now you’re no longer touching. It only takes him a second to notice your absence.

“I swear to god, if you don’t get back here right now, I’m firing you.” You huff out a laugh at this, still not moving back yet.

“I- what? You’re not even my boss, dude.”

“While you’re on Smosh Games, I am. Besides, my arm is getting cold.” At this, you see him glancing back at you, giving you a look which you know is meant to comfort you. It’s one thing you hate about Spencer, how he sees through you so easily. I mean, being friends for about 10 years does that to a person. Rolling your eyes, you move back in, leaning up against his shoulder and watching him play. 7/8 pages collected. Every time he moves the screen there’s static, and it’s putting you on edge.

“How do you keep knowing where all the pages are going to be?”

“I just know. I’m that good.” You roll your eyes again at his hubris. “I think you could beat this though, with time.”

“Think I could get as good as you some day?”

“Hundred percent.”

The conversation falls silent again as you both stay locked in on the screen. Your hearts racing in your chest as you see out of the corner of the screen, the final white page. You hold your breath, watching as Spencer darts through the woods and just as static is appearing again, he collects the final page. At that moment, you release a heavy sigh, clapping your hands together in excitement. You see Spencer turn his chair to face you, a smug look on his face as he holds up his hand, and you do the same, before clapping your hands together between you two.

“This just in, Charles Spencer Agnew has collected all of his pages. We did it folks.” You look over at Spencer and see him pushing his curls back with his hand, sighing heavily and looking at you with a large grin.

“That felt pretty good, I’m not gonna lie. Got to show a girl my gaming skills.” You scoff out a laugh and turn back to the camera.

“And now I’ve been swooned. Guys, this has been Y/n and Spencer. Be sure to check back in next week where we’ll hopefully have Amanda and Angela back. I hope you all have enjoyed this in the meantime. See y’all later!"

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sleepy (arthurtv)

a movie hangout turns into a sleepy one

just some domestic fluff for once :> almost 2k words

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You smiled at your phone, looking at Arthur's last message from a couple of hours ago. You had just gotten off work, opting to spend the night with your boyfriend. Tomorrow was Saturday anyway, and luckily you had the next few days off.

This wasn't your first night at his shared place with Flo, but you were still a bit nervous. Almost a year into the relationship, you both had spent many nights at each other's places. You even had most of your essentials there already - toothbrush, some clothes, makeup etc. You knew you had no reason to be nervous. You couldn't wait to be in his arms already.

about 15min away x

You turn your music back on, waiting for your stop.

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Getting in the lift, you check yourself in the mirror. Despite the hectic workday, your makeup survived. Your hair is slightly askew, so you style it to look more presentable. Your outfit is laid-back and slightly sweaty from the tube as it was quite hot and crowded. You make a mental note to throw them in the wash in your apartment tomorrow.

The lift pings, and you step out. Disconnecting your headphones, you see that Arthur liked your last message. You smile at the thought of him as you reach his door. You knock lightly and he opens the door 5 seconds later.

"You know you can just walk in at this point, right?" His smile is radiating as he reaches you for a hug.

"I'd prefer to be polite, honey," you hug him back, crossing your arms behind his neck as his hands hold your back. Leaning back, he gives you a light kiss, tugs you inside and closes the door.

You take in his appereance: freshly washed navy sweater, black shorts and neat white socks. His curly hair is all over the place; his stubble shaping his face perfectly. He stops your staring by kissing you. You hold his face in-between your hands as he holds your waist. You both lose yourselves to each other for a bit, enjoying the moment to its fullest. As soon as he departs his soft lips from yours, you miss him.

"Go and get comfy darling, I already made you your tea." He says, letting go of you and walking to the kitchen.

"Oohhh, give me one minute!" You rush to his bedroom to quickly get changed; you hear him laugh before you disappear behind the door of his room. You open his drawers for your clothes, but you spot his t-shirts. Giving into the urge, you take the most plain white shirt he owns and you wear that instead. You also change into your sweatpants and put up your hair. You peek into his bedside mirror, admiring how his shirt fits you. You can tell he has done his laundry, because the shirt smells... fresh.

You walk out of his room to the kitchen, noticing the way he's locked in to whatever he is doing. This man is most definitely indulging in chess right now. You take a seat next to him, taking a sip of your warm tea.

As soon as you sit down, he closes his phone. He looks at your fit, noticing his shirt on you. A smile graces his face as he stands up to hug you from your side, leaning into you.

"I love it when you wear my stuff. Looks way better on you." He whispers into your ear, pressing his face into your hair. You feel the warmth of the tea and his words go through you, turning your head to give him a kiss on his cheek.

"Did you win your game?" You ask him, indulging in your tea some more.

"Yeah, I played such a good move." He rests his head on top of yours, still holding you close.

You sit in a comfortable silence for a bit. You drink your tea and he still leans into your side.

"What do you want to watch today?" Arthur asks you.

You think before you answer, "Actually, it's your turn to pick this time."

He grumbles and huffs out a breath, "Can't decide today. Wouldn't mind anything, darling." You can tell from his mood he's tired. He had to bulk record videos as he has an upcoming sponsored trip and Freezy invited him to a quick shoot. He'd also texted you after the shoot that he had an impromptu meeting with Bach and their producer to discuss about future guests for their podcast. Needless to say, he also had a busy day.

You face him, looking up at him, "We don't have to watch anything. We can just go straight to bed."

He frowns, holding you a bit tighter, "I didn't make you come all the way out here to sleep. I wanna watch something with you."

You finish drinking your tea and stand up to put the mug in the dishwasher. Arthur lets go of you, trailing behind you. After putting the mug away, you face him and hold his hands.

"Arthur, I promise I'm alright with us just cuddling and sleeping."

He frowns again, sighing, "Let's watch something short, please."

You try to fight his stubborness, "I mean it, it's your turn to pick. And I'm a suckler for tradition - this will mess up our turns for selecting. We can skip today and you still pick the next time."

He lifts his head up, pondering. Defeatedly, he admits: "I guess you're right."

You peck his lips, "I promise it's okay. We can do a movie night when you get back."

He whines in defeat, leaning against the kitchen counter, "Yeah, but we could have one now.."

He's laughing by the time he finishes his sentence, knowing it's a lost cause. You laugh with him, admiring him.

He steps closer to you and holds you by your side, "Are you sure you can't make it tomorrow?" You lean into his touch, swiping away a strand of hair on his forehead.

"I think tomorrow's gonna be long. I haven't seen my uni mates for ages, so it might be off the rails."

He nods. You also nod back at him.

"You look really good in my shirt." He blurts out of nowhere, clearly getting distracted by your choice of outfit.

You snort and lightly push your finger into his side as a joke. He dramatically gasps and jerks away from your touch, sarcastically offended at your teasing.

"Okay Mr. Frederick, I think it's time for bed. I need to take my makeup off first though." You pace yourself towards his room with Arthur following you.

"Okay, wait, I need to know, did you see her at work today?" He curiously asks, referring back to a previous conversation you had with him about a worker at your job.

"Oh.. my god. I completely forgot! Today was fucking insane." You say in frustration. He laughs loudly at your tone.

Arthur shuts the door to his room as you sit behind his desk.

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You walk out of the bathroom and look at Arthur, who is sitting against the headboard, phone in hand (chess, again), completely focused. He's taken off most of his clothes, leaving you a sight to shamelessly stare at. You take off your socks as you climb into bed next to him. His focus on the game is unwaivered, so you observe the gameplay.

You still don't understand it. One of the first nights you spent together, Arthur had spent an entire night teaching you how to play chess - you stayed up until 5AM. Unfortunately, as soon as you fell asleep, it all left you. By the time you woke up, you remembered nothing and Arthur jokingly complained about wasting a night on wasted potential. You make an effort to understand, but it just doesn't stick. At least Arthur knows you care, and that's all that matters to him.

In a few minutes, the game is over with another successful win for Arthur. You pump your fist in the air to celebrate with him.

"That was such a good game." He sighs out, yawning at the end.

"And for the winner," you tilt your head, "a kiss on the cheek."

His cheeks tint pink as he leans into you.

"Are you ever gonna try to learn it again?" He speaks quietly, sleepiness evident in his voice.

"Maybe one day, when we're old and grey."

You kiss his cheek again and you turn off the bedside lamp on your side, ready to go to bed. Arthur follows suit, turning off his and facing you right away. He lies on his back, lifting his arm up so you could scoot closer to him and rest your head on his chest. When you do, he places his hand in your hair, scratching your scalp lightly, like he always does. You feel his abs with your free hand.

You sigh out a breath of relief, feeling comfortable and cozy in his embrace. The feeling of his fingers in your hair almost lulls you to sleep. You can feel him exhale as he kisses the top of your head.

"I can't wait." Arthur breaks the night's silence and wakes you up.

"Hmph?" is the only thing you can huff out from your tired state.

"To grow old and grey. Preferably with you."

Warmth spreads through your body. His late night confession wakes you up even more as you kiss his chest.

"I meant it as well." You reply, making sure that you share his sentiments.

"I know our year anniversary is coming up, but I can't lie, I've felt like this for a bit now. I just.. feel so comfortable with you. I like having someone to come home to, in a sense. You make everything interesting, and I like experiencing life with you."

He doesn't say anything for a bit. You let his words sink in. His confession has made your heart-rate double, and you can feel his as well. A tear escapes your eye, but you don't wipe it away. Arthur clears his throat.

"I love you."

You lift yourself up from his embrace to lean on your hand and stare at his face. He is near tears, and he stares lovingly into your eyes.

"I love you, Arthur."

You kiss him, softly and tentatively. You cup his face in your hands as he slides his hand on your neck, pulling you even closer. You both lose yourselves in this sensation, letting every emotion pour out into the kisses. It's sweet and innocent, slowly enjoying each other as your hands roam on his soft skin, holding him close. It's simple, as if this is the easiest thing you have ever done. Nothing feels as intimate as this.

You separate, heavy breathing filling the quiet room. Even in the dark room, you can tell how Arthur's skin is tinted pink. He starts pecking his lips on your face - forehead, temples, cheeks, nose, the corners of your mouth, chin, jawline and neck. You screw your eyes shut and revel in his affection. He lands the final kiss on your lips.

As the emotions wear off, sleepiness comes in full swing. You physically can't hold your eyes open any longer, so you settle your head near Arthur's chest again, embracing him and running your nails on his back. His hands land in your hair again as he holds you close.

As you're dozing off, you hear Arthur mumble.

"Fuck I love you."

You smile.

"I love you, Arthur."

You both fall asleep not long after.

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hope this didn't suck 🙂‍↕️ i haven't proofread this in a month so hopefully there's no glaring mistakes

[ladykailitha]

Heartbreak in Overdrive Part 5

I'm hoping that last week as glitch, but it seemed like the numbers were down on most of my fics last week. I hope this week will be better.

There is just this disparity from just six to eight months ago until now. I had 200-300 notes a post and now I'm lucky to get over 100.

In this we have their first meeting and we find out why Steve pushed so hard to for it be Eddie in this shoot.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

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Eddie tried to look into the photographer but he appeared to be a ghost the last three years. All his stuff prior to that were all Nat Geo stuff and he didn’t mean pretty pictures of animals and nature. It was hard core stuff.

Wars, famines, plagues. The worst humanity had to offer and he made it beautiful. The man had awards. Plural. Why would the guy be interested in a makeup brand? And how on earth would Ravenscroft have even heard of him to hire him in the first place?

It made no sense.

So since he had to use this guy’s ‘team’ he was going to make life as miserable for them as possible. He deliberately didn’t set his alarm, didn’t shower, and even stopped at Starbucks for a latte. He didn’t even like Starbucks.

He arrived about about an hour late wearing sweats and flipflops and a faded band t-shirt. He slurped loudly on his iced latte as strolled through the doors to the studio. His feet petered to a stop as he took in the scene before him.

The equipment had been setup with a large bed with red satin sheets in the middle of the room. The lights were soft and a warm yellow. Sitting on a simple folding chair just a few feet from the bed was a man setting up his camera.

Eddie looked around. “Aw... did I miss it? Where did everyone go?”

Then the man looked up at him with the most blinding smile. Eddie’s mouth went dry and he was out of drink. He gulped heavily.

The man chuckled and shook his head. He stood up and walked over to Eddie. “I was told that you might be trouble so I booked the studio for two days.”

The cloying nature of the latte seemed to have stuck to his throat because Eddie couldn’t breathe. He swallowed harshly. “You seem to have the advantage, as I don’t know jack shit about you.”

“Steve Harrington,” he said brightly, sticking out his hand to shake, but Eddie just stared at him. Steve shrugged and put the hand in his pocket. “This is my first major fashion shoot and I am super thrilled that you ultimately agreed to my terms.”

Eddie glared at him. “Something I am very much not happy about, by the way. My hair and scalp is very sensitive and the smallest thing can throw it out of wack.”

“So Vickie has been telling Robin and Max,” Steve said, nodding in agreement. “When we found out that you liked to have your own hair and makeup artist, we looked into why. So Vickie has been telling my crew everything they need to make sure everything will go well.”

Eddie blinked at him for a moment as he tried to process that information. “Speaking of your team where are they? I expected this place to be teaming with people.”

“They aren’t here right now,” Steve said softly. “I sent them off for breakfast and they should be back in about twenty minutes. Which will give us plenty of time for us to get to know each other so you can be comfortable doing the shoot. You were told we were doing a couple of nudes, right?”

Eddie nodded. He looked around for a place to sit that wasn’t the bed or the folding chair and spotted a large lounge chair in black velvet. He looked over at Steve suddenly reassessing the other man.

Steve followed his line of sight and smirked. “You can sit there, but I’ve got a better idea. If you’ll just follow me. There’ll even be a garbage to toss your cup.” Eddie stared at him in awe. “Unless you’re planning on using it in the shoot. Which I wouldn’t recommend hawking another brand.” He winked at Eddie.

“Yeah, no,” Eddie said breathlessly. He had been completely turned around and now he was the one off balance.

Steve led him into a side room that had all his changes of clothes and was completely decked out to do hair and makeup, including a sink and yes a small garbage can. Which he used immediately to toss the cup. But there were also comfy seating chairs and even a couch with the beautician’s chair in front of large mirror. It was his dressing room.

Steve sat in one of the large comfy chairs and indicated that he should sit too. He flopped on the sofa and wagged his eyebrows at Steve causing him to burst out laughing. It was a nice sound.

“So I wanted to go over how the shoot will go,” Steve said, broad smile on his face. “We will start you off on the folding chair, completely clothed and in white, but the make up will be dark. Kind of like a devil’s face on angel kind of feel. Then with each change of outfit the clothes will get darker and sexier while the makeup gets lighter. About half way through the transformation we’ll move on to the lounge chair, to really highlight the changes you’re going through. Then the lightest makeup with be with the nudes. Partly to show off your body, and party so I can return those sheets and get my deposit back.”

Eddie burst out laughing himself. Not at the plan but the deposit joke. “Well if I ruin them, I’ll pay the rental fees.”

Steve grinned back. “Thanks. Also, usually I use an assistant but not on nude shoots. My models don’t need an extra pair of eyes ogling them. Ellie will lay out the outfit and then leave. You’ll get dressed and then knock twice on the door when you’re ready for hair and makeup. Then Max and Robin will come in. Max will do your hair and Robin will do your makeup. Then you’ll come out and bring that extra something that Ravenscroft hired you for and then rinse and repeat for the outfits until the nude shots.”

Eddie raised an eyebrow. It all sounded too good to be true. So it must be the nude shots that were the catch. “Yeah and what happens with those?” he asked jutting his chin up.

“You’ll come out in a robe,” Steve said not rising to the bait. “And then when you feel comfortable enough to disrobe, you do so. But my team stays in the room next to us until you’re fully covered with the robe.”

Eddie’s jaw dropped. “God, where have you been my life? Like how is it so easy for you but so hard for everyone else?”

Steve’s smile was tender and a little pained. “Because I’ve seen the worst of humanity and I firmly believe everyone deserves their dignity. No matter who it is. But especially you. I’ve been to a couple of your shoots and you aren’t the big brat people paint you as. You just stand up for yourself because you know your worth and it is immense.”

Maybe instead of being a brat...Eddie thought. He could flirt with this man. Make him crack this facade of civility. Because it had to be that, right?

Right?

~

Steve glanced over Tommy’s shoulder and frowned. There was something wrong with the lighting.

“Hey, can I look at your earlier shots?” he asked, glancing over at Eddie who was becoming more and more irritable with each passing second.

But before Carol could hand him the memory card with another camera to view them in, Eddie erupted about someone blocking the light from the disco ball. Steve winced, because he had knew something was wrong but didn’t know enough about club lighting to figure it out before Eddie blew a gasket.

Tommy turned to Steve and waved his arm the direction Eddie had fled. “Do you see what I have to put with with this guy?!”

“Well, let’s go through the other shots and see if we can’t find who he’s talking about.” Steve steadfastly ignored the comment about Eddie’s behavior because he was close to saying the same thing.

It took them about an hour, but Steve found out that one of the male models in the background was out of frame, but just enough in the way to block out the light glinting off the disco ball. And worse, he had done it on purpose. He had been trying to get Eddie into trouble for the shoot and maybe in fired.

His reason?

The dude was one of five finalists that the liquor company had looked at before deciding on Eddie. He had a friend on the production who snuck him in and with so many extras milling around it was easy to just get fitted for costume and make Eddie’s day as miserable as possible.

So not only was the guy tossed out, his friend was fired too.

After that the shoot went so smoothly that Tommy and Carol took Steve out for dinner as a thank you.

“Man,” Carol said with a sigh as they waited for their food. “Like who the fuck notices that there was someone in their light like that?”

Steve shrugged, bringing his beer to his lips. “Someone who is used to having to fight to be seen. Someone who is so dedicated to their craft that they are so in tuned with his surroundings he can sense something is wrong.”

Tommy chuckled and shook his head. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were describing yourself.” He rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “I guess that makes sense. Probably why he became a model in the first place. What better way to be seen then through the lens of a camera.”

“Shit, Steve,” Carol whined. “You’ve got me kinda liking Eddie!”

Steve grinned up at them. “People aren’t usually assholes for no reason. There are a few, let’s not lie. But most of the time it’s because they’ve been treated like shit and now they’re trying to be shitty first so they don’t get hurt.”

He wagged his eyebrows and Tommy flushed. Because yeah, that was exactly what his deal in high school was.

“Okay, okay,” Carol said rolling her eyes. “We’ll be a bit nicer to the little shit. But he is still a little shit.”

Steve nodded and then raised his glass. “I’ll take that.”

~

Steve was on his way to crafty to find a water bottle or two, when he saw Argyle outside of a dressing room on his phone.

“Hey, man,” he greeted. “What’s up?”

Argyle looked up at him and then grinned. “Steve! My man! I’m glad you made it, how are you liking the shoot so far?”

Steve laughed and hugged him. “The food is definitely better and the access to clean water, too.”

Argyle patted him on the back and then stepped back. “Always a plus for sure.”

Steve jerked his head toward the dressing room. “You waiting on someone?”

“Huh?” Argyle said and then smacked his forehead. “Yeah. His highn-ass kicked me out when I was just trying to tell him the new direction the brand wanted to go.”

“I’m sorry,” Steve said jerking his head back. “Did he say why?”

“Like I just walked in and apparently he was still getting undressed or whatever,” Argyle replied with a half-shrug. “I don’t see what the deal was, like he’s doing a nude shoot.”

Steve blinked at him in wide mouthed shock. “Holy shit. You just walked in while he was changing? Because he was a dude and doing a nude shoot? Like seriously what? Would you do that to a female model?”

Argyle reared his head back. “No, of course not. I could lose my job, man.”

“But you’re attracted to men, too,” Steve said scratching his cheek. “So don’t you think the same rules should apply to men as they do with women to avoid getting shit for it?”

“Yeah, I guess,” he replied grumpily.

Steve patted him the shoulder. “Just be mindful, okay? I’d hate to see you in trouble because someone accused you of something you didn’t do.” Then he turned on his heel and went back in search of his bottle of water.

~

Jonathan let out a sigh and turned to Will and Steve. “Well that went as well as come be expected. And for once I’m with Eddie on this one. If I can’t bring him into the shot and have it look natural and not like he’s just tacked on somewhere, I really shouldn’t be doing this.”

Will gave his brother’s arm a gentle squeeze. “I’m struggling to figure it out, too. Like there has to be a way to have the girls in the middle without taking the focus off Henry but not forcing Eddie to the back.”

“They need height,” Steve said shaking his head. “If there was a way to get some height on everyone else then Eddie could be in the frame but still kept from tearing Henry’s throat out.”

Will tilted his head to the side. “What do you mean, Steve?”

“Like if their were tiered like an Olympic podium,” he explained. “But with five of them, and you put Henry on top and Eddie on the bottom, then you get this beautiful affect and everyone is happy.”

Jonathan stroked his chin. “That could work. I’ll send a couple of PAs out, see if they can find something like that. I mean wedding rental places might have something similar enough.”

Miraculously a nearby theatre had used something like it for a recent production and was happy to lend them to Jonathan for a small fee.

They made sure it was safe enough to take the weight of the models and set it up. Then they sent Chrissy to bring Eddie back. It worked like a dream and made for a photo spread that could win awards.

~

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[theywantedplayer]

AN-I hope you guys are liking these new ones, I'm really trying to get some done when I can, since I'm in uni and have to study. I want to rebrand and change some things about my acct but still write for NHL. I got really bad ADHD so it's hard for me to force myself to write so I just gadda take it as it comes.

But please please let me know if you're liking the new stuff! much love

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"Yeah, sure, you can do that," you laughed, shaking your head.

You were behind the Ducks' bench, wiping the ice off Carlsson’s skates as Trevor chatted your ear off—something he always seemed to do during practice. You are one of the equipment managers for the Ducks, so you knew the team well. But Trevor? You knew him well, only because he couldn’t seem to keep himself away from you. Always chatting and joking, even sometimes sending you Insta reels at random times, the last one he sent you was a dashcam footage of a car crash and he sent it with a message saying 

Trevor-“He’s so dead right there’s no way he could have survived that” You-“Trevor is 3 in the morning” Trevor-“Ok so” Trevor-*sends another  You-“What the fuck is your fyp” Trevor-“Idk but I'm not complaining”

"Come onnnn, you know I can," he groaned, leaning over the boards with pout like he was trying to convince you, why was it kinda working?

"You really think you can score in the first five minutes, huh?" you asked, glancing up from Carlsson’s skates.

"Duh. And what do I get if I do?" He challenged, tilting his helmet up so you could see the cocky glint in his eyes.

"I dunno, Zegras. What do you want?"

"A date with you, obviously," he shrugged, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

You rolled your eyes, finally looking up at him. "I don’t think you’ll pull it off, so sure you got yourself a deal." You extended your hand for him to shake.

Instead of shaking it, he bumped it with his gloved fist, his stupid grin stretching across his face. As he skated away to rejoin his teammates, he called back, "So Friday then?"

You shook your head at the so-called man-child and turned back to Carlsson, finishing up his skates. You tapped his ankle to let him know he was good to go.

"You’re all set, Leo," you said, tossing the wet  towel over your shoulder.

The rookie stood up, still grinning like he knew something you didn’t. "He’s been practicing, you know," he said knowingly. "Every time we run 5-on-5s in practice, he scores in the first five minutes."

Your stomach dropped. You glanced over just in time to see Trevor looking at you from across the ice, that smug little smirk painted all over his face.

“That cheater”

That son of a—

The sound of the goal horn cut off your curse.

Three minutes into the game, and of course, Trevor freaking Zegras had just buried one.

He celebrated with his linemates before skating back to the bench, high-fiving down the line. You knew that look on his face before he even turned toward you, that same shit-eating grin you saw all through warm-ups before the game.

And then, as if he hadn’t just pulled off the cockiest move in history to get a girl, he casually called out to you, "Soooo, what are you thinking for Friday? I’m thinking maybe Chinese food... orrrr—actually, you know what? We’ll figure it out." He waved you off like it was no big deal before turning around and skating to center ice 

You shook your head, biting back a smile.

"Warned ya."

You turned to see Leo sitting beside you on the bench, wearing the same smug grin as Trevor.

"Wipe that smile off your face. You’ve been hanging out with him too much," you teased, nudging his visor playfully.

It looks like you had Friday night plans, after all.

[blond3ang3l]

❄️Snowy day with Batkids❄️

(Male reader)

Dick- 17 Jason- 16 Tim-12 Duke & Cass- 10 Steph- 7 Damian-5

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“Get your cold ass hands off me you son of a bitch!”

“No way, not after you had us outside for two hours because you lost the key.”

You shook your head listening to your two step children go back and forth. You had came home to see them in nothing but pajamas outside to your confusion. What made it worse was that it was snowing heavy, at least 4 inches now. You had just came back from food shopping and Bruce was out grabbing other stuff. You two left the oldest two to watch their younger siblings so just how did they end up out here? You unlocked the door and pushed them into the house to warm up.

“Cmon boys. I’m gonna go check on your brothers and sisters. You two try not to kill each other please.”

Your hand went to the back of their heads rubbing it softly before going upstairs to check on the younger five kids. It was the middle of the days so the youngest two Damian and Steph were in their rooms napping. You stepped into the room and your heart practically melted. The two tended to argue about literally nothing but they looked so adorable. The two fell asleep on the floor next to each other after they seemed to have finished painting. They were covered in it and their finished products were on the floor. Steph’s was a picture of the family and Damian’s seemed to be of you, Bruce, and Talia. A small smile came on your face and you picked the two up and laid them in their beds. You’d have to bathe them later but it was so worth it.

Duke was playing quietly with Cass in their shared room. As you stepped in the two kids practically lit up. You were ambushed and tackled to the floor making you groan but chuckle as well.

“I’m glad you guys are happy to see me.”

“Daddy! Is papa Bruce with you? He said he was gonna train me when he got back from the store!”

You smiled at Cass’s eagerness to see and be like her other father. It was adorable how much you guys children adored him.

“No, but he is on his way. Why don’t you get dressed so you’ll be ready when he comes.”

She practically squealed with excitement at your words. Duke was holding on to your leg. You looked down to him and he was smiling up at you. It was damn cute, while bruce had Cass, Damian, Dick and Stephanie you had Duke and Jason who were total daddy boys for you. You pressed your lips to his forehead before letting go back to playing.

That was four now only one was missing. When you heard a sudden crash from the bathroom you knew it was the last one.

“Tim, what are you doing this time?”

He turned around and all you see is him messing with your hair and skin care. The twelve year olds face was covered in your charcoal mask making you shake your head to keep from laughing.

“I uh- I didn’t know you’d be home so soon dad.”

“Uh huh, and you seem to be havin a real good time with my stuff kid.

You wet a rag to wipe the excess away from his eyes to keep it from getting inside them.

“Need to be careful boy. Next time wait for me to help you. Or ask Dick, he knows how to do it without getting messy. And ask before you just touch my stuff, you could have been allergic to something in this”

“My bad dad.”

You hummed in response until you hand sudden thought.

“Wait a minute did you not hear your brothers knocking on the door?”

“Oh no I did. But they wouldn’t let me play the game with them so I ignored it.”

You deadpanned at your son’s words and got ready to scold him when you heard Stephanie’s small voice calling out to you.

“Dada!”

You had a long day ahead of you..

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I’m gonna make a part two probably next week

My Christmas sucked so writing what I want my future to be<3

[lilacgaby]

Firstly I wanna say I love your writing and although I’m very new to your page I’m OBSESSED 🤩

This is my first request ever so I hope I’m doing this correctly. ANYWAYS- I was hoping for like an ice hockey au where it’s like bakugou playing midoroya’s team and bakugou doesn’t like the way deku is looking at reader in the stands even though bakugou and readers relationship isn’t public and they fight and all that good stuff.

Thanks I totally appreciate you! Hope you’re well and have a great day!!

title: iced out.

pairing: hockeyplayer!bakugo x girlfriend!reader

"he'll need an ice pack when i'm done with him."

note: my love you're so smart omgg, i loved this au! ty for the support i hope this is a good read <3

it was the match up of the season.

everyone knew of the rivalry between bakugo and midoriya, every match they'd have would end in shoves, bloodied noses, bruises, and cards called. the audience was thankful for the dividers that kept them safe from the confrontations that would always break out in corners, bakugo usually pushing midoriya away forcefully into them just to get control of the puck.

you were there at that match for katsuki after the matches, waiting outside the locker rooms to drive home. you knew first hand just how much he wanted to win against midoriya. he'd confessed to you how they used to be close friends, but after midoriya 'lied' about getting excepted into an overseas junior team, he had been ostracized from katsuki's life.

they hadn't faced each other since last season, the bracket hadn't allowed for it. until today.

you, katsuki's girlfriend since before he got drafted into a team, were pepping him up before the first interval. his teammates already knew about you, but the public didn't.

katsuki preferred in this way, he thought. saying "those damn publicists would shove cameras and mics down our throats if they knew." you didn't mind either way, the bile of jealousy at every woman who thought they had a chance with katsuki going away after multiple times of him cursing them out.

katsuki had never had to experience that though, not until today.

you were in the stands, the front row of one of the many sections in the rink. it was a full house today, but you stood out because of your limited edition jersey given to you by katsuki himself.

while the practice period was going on, he was calming himself down. his coach had told him that a clear head is all he needed to beat midoriya into a pulp, or something like that. 'easy shit.' he thought.

but like a shark who smelled blood, his pupils dilated severely as he saw him throwing a puck to you. you caught it, raising your hand to thank him and you let an appreciative smile, flipping it over to see his number on the back of it (how did he even write that?). at your shocked expression, he laughed.

and he had the audacity to make a phone sign with his hand after?

oh, he was gonna need to call someone once bakugo was done with him, he was sure of it.

the promise of calm was gone as fast as it came, an impossibly angrier katsuki coming back as he finished warm ups.

at the sound of the timer, katsuki played aggressive. the first 20 minutes was full of this mentally. he was rushing in and hitting, shoving anyone in his way. he 'accidentally' launched the puck into midoriya's helmet at the fifteen minute mark.

the teams managed to stay even though, but katsuki was scoring a majority of the points for his team. the only thing in his way was midoriya, like always.

midoriya, who kept his eyes locked on you while the puck wasn't in play. who kept waving to his fans, but sending winks to you.

katsuki had decided to murder him. or rather, his team.

he hit another puck in easily, already having the game be the highest scoring one in the league for the year. midoriya managed to match one up again, barely keeping on his heels.

the score was now 5-5, katsuki wanted to finish it in this interval. going into a sudden death overtime would just be too tiring.

they were tied again with only 2 minutes left on the clock. all it took was midoriya to eye you again, that was enough to spite bakugo.

with a minute left he finally got control of the puck, as midoriya got in his way. katsuki predicted a fake out, and sent the puck flying with a curve.

as the keeper missed, and with 3 seconds left.

he scored.

the arena cheered, the cameras caught on midoriya's smirk and small claps, the pissed off looks from midoriya's teammates, and the celebration of katsuki's team.

they had to play again to let the puck slide for 3 seconds, out of courtesy, but katsuki took a victory lap, looking straight at you.

the second he was free he walked straight through the rink, much to his manager's dismay. this caught the attention of the media, who had all eyes on him. he saw none of it, passing by fans without a care in the world as he grabbed your face and kissed you, making you drop the puck.

midoriya was seen with an 'ohhh' expression on his face as the rink went crazy, flashes all in your faces as katsuki pulled back, hips lips now smeared with your lip gloss. you two were on the jumbotron, and you awkwardly waved as the attention was focused on you two suddenly.

"didn't i tell you so? these losers are breathing down our throats."

"yeah, oh my god kats' your eye!" you gasped as you saw the bruise starting to form over his eye.

he wore a stupid smirk on his face as you fussed over him. his eyes squinted as he saw the rival team give themselves 'good luck next times' and 'we'll get em back's. midoriya in particular was being the captain as always, cheering up his team though occasionally looking back at you. katsuki sneered, he won the game and the girl! take that deku.

"why do you have that dumbass look on your face?"

"hah?! my face isn't dumb woman!"

[ysrjune]

wait i lowkey have an idea!! so sam is at a party with friends and stuff. and he sees this girl and he’s like star struck. like “wow this girl is stunning” then he tries to go and flirt with her and make her all nervous and flustered? WRONG! she makes him all nervous and flustered! she teases him and shit and it’s like super cute. Then he gets all nervous, begins to stutter, etc etc. i hope u like the idea!! tyy 🤭🤭

𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐞 🎲

summary: sam highkey a bitch LMFAOO

"you wont." corey rolled his eyes at sam with a beer in his hand. "what makes you think that you'd be able to make a girl like her nervous? you're a loser, dude." the blond laughs at his friend. sam rolled his eyes back and blew cigarette smoke into coreys dumb face. "twenty bucks I can. I mean, I talked to lyssa last year." he takes the cig out of his mouth and crushes it under his shoe on the floor.

"no, she talked to you." corey corrects sam and takes a sip of the cheap beer that didnt even taste like REAL beer. "and she CONTINUED to talk to you. all that happened was you warmed up to her, and its not like you even lasted long. that relationship was a good six months before it took a toll." jeez, he didnt have to call sam out like that. "alright, shut your big mouth." sam shakes his head, looking over at the girl he had his eyes on for the past hour "we dont gotta bet anything, kay? just watch me do it. no problem." sam says with confidence and puts his God awful shades on.

she was talking to a friend with a drink in hand.. not that cheap beer or any other alcoholic drink—just punch. right when sam was about to approach her, his breath hitched and he walked right past her to go over to the drinks. he looks over at corey, and ofcourse his friend is making faces at him and laughing. "told ya so." he could make out what corey had said from afar. the tall boy groans and stays in a corner with his cup of punch, waiting for her friend to leave so he could get to the other one with nobody else making him nervous.

to his surprise, it didnt take too long.. maybe 5 minutes before her friend went to go talk to her boyfriend. swiftly but also shyly, sam went right up to her with a small smirk on his lips. "hey, uh.." he starts, staring into her eyes. "youu???" she chuckled and sipped her juice. "i-im uh.. im.." he looks up at corey, who was laughing, then back to his little crush. "im sam.. monroe.." he wanted to kill himself. why did he say his full name? you introduce yourself just as he did. "why d'you have shades on? we're inside.. pretty dark, too." aside from the colorful lights shining on everyone's skin. sam was under a purple light while you were under a green.

"um.. i... uh.." he looks down to his feet nervously. "i dunno.." he shakes his head, now smiling. "i just uh.." he finally looked at your face. "thought they would make me more comfortable, I guess." he says. "you scared of girls?" you smile back. "no.." his tongue plays with the metal inside his mouth from his lip piercing. "so, whyre you talking to me sam. need something?" "no.. i mean—uh.. yeah.. sort of." his foot shuffles, making it too obvious how nervous he is. "like.. your number maybe.." "you want my number.. why?" you cross your arms just to tease. ".. to call you? uh.. take you out sometime.." "I dont know. you seem timid about what you're asking." you laugh playfully.

".. I dont know what that means." he takes his shades off but keeps his gaze anywhere but on you." you raise your eyebrows and stay put for a few seconds before bringing him down for a kiss. hes just some random guy from a party, what harm would this do? he'll forget about it by the morning.. hopefully. sam wasnt too bad of a kisser, but he was obviously he hadnt been kissed in a long time. he was desperate and a little sloppy.. grabbing onto your waist and snooping down to your ass.

to his unexpected surprise, you pulled away, causing him to whimper softly. "mmh.. whyd you do that? kiss me.." he keeps you caged in his arms, foreheads pressed together. "cause it was better to get to the point than letting you continue to embarrass yourself." you leave another kiss om his lips before bringing him to a closet and doing a few things.. 😊

by the end of the night, he got your number.. and twenty bucks from corey just because he was impressed. "your huzz game goes SO strong, dude." corey says.. and sam slaps him because thats stupid as fuck to say. "I already told you to not use words that I dont know, idiot."

@erosmutt @d0llfilth @xhunnybeeex @anakinstwinklebunny @literally-izzy

[schlattslambo]

hot for teacher | schlatt 18+

A/n: this has truly been burning my brain. reader is female presenting. I will work on some more gender neutral stuff in the future I promise!! Please enjoy<3

C/w: spanking, name calling (slut), power dynamic (teacher x student), spitting, use of daddy towards the end

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Why you decided to go back to college to get another degree, you have no idea. All you know is that this class is boring as hell and you aren’t sure why it’s even needed for your degree. The only upside was the fact that it was your first class of the day so you could get it over with. Plus the professor was kind of hot too.

It’s a warm day today, way warmer than it should be for this time of year, so you decide to show a little skin to your writing class. Your skirt is just long enough to cover your ass, and your shirt is low cut and cropped. Honestly, it’s like you’re not even wearing a shirt at all.

You walk into the classroom, plopping down in the back like you usually do.

“Ms (y/n),” Your professor says from the front of the room. “Come and see me please.”

You roll your eyes. Mr Schlatt might be hot, but he was strict. He didn’t allow gum chewing, eating or drinking - except water, of course- and locked his classroom 5 minutes after it was meant to start so nobody who was late could get in. He constantly got under your skin about your writing and your formatting, and was seeming to start early with his criticisms of you today.

“Yes, Mr Schlatt?” You ask, crossing your arms.

“Did you leave the rest of your clothes at home?” Mr Schlatt asks, raising an eyebrow.

“No, stupid, this is it.” You scoff.

Mr Schlatt could take a lot, but seeing you like that, acting all defiant and shit pissed him off. He wanted to knock you down a peg or two. His jaw works as he glares at you.

“What do you want?” You ask.

“I wanted to see you because your last essay was all over the place.” Mr Schlatt says. “It had a good foundation, but it could use some work.”

“Did I fail the assignment, or what?” You snap. “I worked hard on that essay!”

“You would receive a 50, which is failing,” Mr Schlatt pauses. “This essay is a large part of your grade, and your grade is already low enough as it is.”

“What??” You yelp. “How could I fail?! This is ridiculous!”

“I want you to redo the essay.” Mr Schlatt adds, reaching into his desk and pulling out a piece of paper and handing it to you. “This is an essay template. I’d like for you to come in during any free time that you have and work on it with me.”

You glare at him. “I’m not redoing that fucking essay.” You growl.

Mr Schlatt’s eyes darken in a way that you’ve never seen before. He takes off his glasses and places them down gently before his eyes go back to you. Your eyes widen slightly at how scary he looks.

“First off, you do not speak to me like that.” Mr Schlatt says. “Second, you will be redoing this essay. It is not a full rewrite, it is just a large edit. If you do not do this, you will receive a zero for it. And that zero would make you fail the class and you will not graduate. Am I clear?”

Your eyes widen. Surely he’s joking. This is college for fucks sake! He can’t have this power over you. Especially over some essay.

“You can’t do that!” You yell.

“I can and I will,” Mr Schlatt says. “Now, from what I’ve learned over the course of the semester is that you typically have some free time around 1pm. I’d like you to come back here at 1 so we can go over this work.”

With that, Mr Schlatt dismisses you. You stomp over to your seat and plop down, taking out your phone. You barely work in the class out of defiance, but catch Mr Schlatt glancing at you. You glare at him and he just shakes his head, leaning over to help another student.

Two classes later, you figure it’s best to just go back to Mr Schlatt’s classroom. You need to graduate. You hate college and want to get out as fast as possible. You barge into the room, making Mr Schlatt look up at you. He heaves a sigh.

You have to be Mr Schlatt’s least favorite student, but he cannot stop thinking about how you need to be put in your place. You are a student, and he is a professor. He deserves respect, and you’re going to give him that respect one way or another.

“Glad to see that you came back,” Mr Schlatt says.

It’s the end of his day and his tie is loosened, his sleeves are rolled up, and his hair is messy. You sit in the seat across from his desk and look at him while he finishes scribbling something down. Turning the paper over, he looks at you.

“Let’s get this over with.” You sigh.

The first few minutes of the edit are simple enough. You sigh and try and add in the notes that Mr Schlatt left for you.

“This is stupid,” You grumble. “Why can’t you just pass me?”

“I want you out of my class just as much as you want to get out of it,” Mr Schlatt says. “But I can’t just pass you because you want to leave. You have to earn that right.”

You sit quietly for a moment, then a smirk breaks out on your face.

“Is there any other way that you could pass me?” You ask, twirling some hair around your finger.

Mr Schlatt’s eyes narrow. “No,” He grits. “Now finish writing.”

Thankfully for him, you don’t notice Mr Schlatt’s pants becoming tighter at the crotch. You’re pushing his limits and if you don’t stop soon, you’re going to be pushed into his office’s supply closet and taught a lesson.

“You’re too hot to be this rude,” You grumble.

“You’re too old to be this defiant.” Mr Schlatt snaps back. “You have two seconds to continue this last paragraph or I’m kicking you out and you can fail the class.”

You look up at him and smirk. “Make me.”

The band holding Mr Schlatt back snaps and he stands up, slamming his palms on the wooden desk.

“Get into my office,” He growls. “Now.”

You jump at the loud noise as your eyes widen. You stare up at Mr Schlatt dumbfounded.

“Did I stutter?” He asks. “Get up and get into my office.”

You stand up so quickly that the chair that you were sitting in nearly falls over. Mr Schlatt leads you into his office and closes the door, locking it. You’re speechless, but the slowly growing puddle in your panties speaks volumes.

With two long strides, Mr Schlatt is inches from your face. He’s so close that you can smell the whiskey that he puts in his coffee to deal with students like you. Your knees nearly give out but you lean against the wall.

“You’ve been pushing me and pushing me (y/n).” Mr Schlatt breathes. “I’m so close to losing control.”

You smile softly. “Then lose control.” You reply.

“You sure about that, dollface?” Mr Schlatt smirks. “I don’t think you’ll be able to handle it.”

“Try me.” You reply.

In a swift motion, you’re grabbed and bent over the wooden desk in Mr Schlatt’s office. He kicks your ankles apart and presses his crotch against your ass, yanking your hair back. You gasp and bite your lip.

“Now, (y/n),” Mr Schlatt breathes. “This is your last chance to back out.”

“No way.” You sigh.

“Stubborn little slut,” Mr Schlatt grumbles, landing a harsh smack on your ass. “Now be fuckin’ quiet. Can’t have anyone hearing what a slut you are.”

Before you can respond, Mr Schlatt’s thick fingers find their way between your legs and to your swollen clit. Your knees finally give out, but thankfully you’re lying on the desk.

“Oh fuck,” you whine.

“You’re already so wet,” Mr Schlatt smirks. “Is this from being a defiant brat?”

You can’t help but nod as he presses against the nub, pleasure shooting through you. You yelp as your shorts and panties are ripped down, exposing your ass.

“I think you need an attitude adjustment, don’t you?” Mr Schlatt leans down, his breath hot against your ear.

You watch as he grabs a ruler off of the desk and you squirm against him.

“No!” You manage. “I don’t need an attitude adjustment!”

Mr Schlatt ignores you and pins your hands behind your back. Your eyes screw shut and you whimper softly. The defiance is gone and your clit throbs as you wait for the ruler to smack your ass.

“Count ‘em for me, slut.” Mr Schlatt says before the ruler comes down on your ass with a harsh slap.

“Fuck!” You yelp. “One.”

Smack.

Smack.

SMACK.

The ruler snaps as tears begin to fall. Mr Schlatt tosses the other piece of the ruler to the side before rubbing a soothing hand on your ass.

“Now, have you learned your lesson?” Mr Schlatt asks, releasing your wrists.

“Mhm.” You sniffle.

“Atta girl.” Mr Schlatt praises. “Now since you took that so well, turn over.”

He helps you turn onto your back and as soon as you’re facing him, he kneels.

“What are you doing?” You ask.

“Rewarding you, the fuck’s it look like I’m doing?” Mr Schlatt asks, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh.

His facial hair tickles slightly, making goosebumps rise on your skin. The closer his kisses get to your center, the more desperate you get. You’re nearly dripping on the desk now and can barely take anymore. So, you grip Mr Schlatt’s hair and tug, shoving his face into your cunt. He grunts in surprise but then starts licking.

He switches from soft featherlike licks to harsh sucking. You look down at the man between your legs, and he’s flushed, eating you out like it’s his last goddamn meal. He’s slurping up your juices and the way his eyes are closed and his arms are wrapped around your thighs bring you closer.

“F-fuck, Mr Schlatt…” You moan. “You feel so good.”

Mr Schlatt looks up at you and his pupils are blown. His normal chocolate brown eyes are nearly black as he pulls away from your pussy, a string of juices and saliva connecting the two of you.

“Daddy.” He rasps.

“Huh?”

“Call me Daddy.”

You smile down and grip his hair, shoving his face back where you need it most. The action makes his cock twitch in his pants and precum dot at his tip. A harsh suck on your clit makes you arch your back.

“Daddy, fuck!” You mewl. “Keep doing that.”

Mr Schlatt groans against you, reaching up and probing your wet hole with his thick finger. He slides it in effortlessly and is quick to find the spot that makes your vision blur.

Your thighs clench on his head as you feel the tightness in your stomach. The grip that you have on his hair is like iron as you grind your hips. Your orgasm hits you like a truck, your hole squeezing Mr Schlatt’s finger like a vice. He allows you to ride it out, the noises you’re making only driving him closer to his own orgasm.

With one minor leg adjustment, Mr Schlatt’s cock brushes against his zipper just right and he cums. He groans against you, hips thrusting into nothing. He’s sure he looks pathetic, but he doesn’t give a fuck. He’s got his hottest student’s pussy in his mouth right now.

He pulls back once you’re done and stands up. You gasp as he grips your jaw with a smile.

“Open.” He orders.

You allow your jaw to go slack and Mr Schlatt allows a big glob of spit to land in your mouth. You swallow, tasting yourself.

“Good girl.” Mr Schlatt praises, patting your cheek.

“Am I gonna pass?” You ask, looking up at him through your lashes.

“We might have to have a few more meetings to go over things, but I think you’ll manage a passing grade.”

You leave Mr Schlatt’s office that afternoon and walk off, your clit still throbbing. You’re sure the next few meetings aren’t going to be nearly as boring as you thought they would be.

[noodle-is-unstable]

I DONT REMEMBER WHAT I ASKED FOR ORIGINALLY FOR KINKTOBER BUT I HAVE A BETTER ONE I ALREADY KNOW ITS BETTER

*AFTER CARE SMAU*

NO! YOU'LL GET HEAD CANNONS AND YOU'LL LIKE IT (affectionately). I also don't remember the original but I remember it was good 🥲

How the JJK Characters give aftercare

(Head Cannons)

Ft ~ Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, Kento Nanami, Toji Fushiguro, Ryoumen Sukuna, Choso, Takuma Ino, Shiu Kong, Uraume, Yuki Tsukumo, Shoko Ieiri, Mahito Kink ~ Aftercare (not a kink but needed) Synopsis ~ How the JJK Characters would give you aftercare Content Warning ~ 18+, talks of cum, being sore, post sex things. Idk adult stuff

Gojo ~

General: 7/10 Does his best but is loopy himself after fucking his own brains out. Is attentive and caring though Clean Up: Brings you a warm towel and will whipe you down. Feels it's more intimate than a bath Cuddles: STAGE 5 CLINGER. After Gojo unloads he needs 30 minutes just to snuggle into you before clean up can even commence. If he could fuse with you he would Communication: Talks non stop about how much he loves you, how good it was, asking if you had a good time. A love sick puppy Unwinding: Enjoys ordering takeout and scrolling on TikTok with you. Will not leave your side

Geto ~

General: 8/10 He will make sure you're take care of and you know you're loved but can't wait to clean up Clean Up: Runs you a bubble bath with candles and oils. Will wash you without you asking him Cuddles: There's probably some hand holding and hair brushing but not much actual cuddling after. Your both sticky with sweat and need to clean up Communication: Will always ask if you're okay, how you're feeling and if he can do anything for you. Just tell him what you want or need and he's on it Unwinding: Existing near each other. Some body part has to be touching, legs, hands, feet, anything. Reading or on your phones beside each other

Nanami ~

General: 9/10 Does exactly what he should to make you feel safe and loved. Almost perfect Clean Up: Once you can stand he'll have you in the shower, cleaning you up. He'll probably have a chair for you to sit on while he washes your hair and body Cuddles: Absolutely holds you tight after. Kissing the top of your head while you use him as a pillow until you're both coherent enough to move to the shower Communication: KING OF COMMUNICATION. Asks if you're okay, sore anywhere, can he massage you, did you have a good time, anything you want to try next time? He will be able to write an essay about each of your sex sessions Unwinding: Reading on the couch together, some music playing. Your heads probably in his lap and you both have tea he made

Toji ~

General: 6/10 I don't care what anyone says, Toji is a HUGE CARE BEAR! He does the best he know how to show you care and affection after he wrecks you Clean Up: Toji will clean you up with a warm, soapy cloth then run you a bath where he'll massage you. He knows he puts your body through it so he's going to care for it too Cuddles: Not a huge after sex cuddler but will kiss any bruises or marks he left Communication: Shit communication, but he tries. Asks how you're feeling and if you can walk. Will carry you if you can't Unwinding: Watching a movie or TV show and here's where the cuddles come in. He'll pull you into him on the couch and play with your hair or rib circles on your back

Sukuna ~

General: 10/10 FIGHT ME! oh you think Sukuna will just ignore you? WRONG! He will move mountains, boil the ocean, do anything for you. You aren't just some concubine after all, you're HIS minx, strong and worthy of the king so he'll treat you like royalty Clean Up: Carries you to the hot springs to bathe. You won't have to move a muscle. Sitting between his legs or on his lap he'll use two hands to wash you and the other two to massage you Cuddles: You won't leave his grasp for two hours minimum. You won't walk anywhere, not just because you can't but because he won't let you. He'll be holding you with all four arms Communication: Talks you through everything. Cooes about how good you are. Makes sure you aren't hurt and you know he loves you and thinks you're strong. Praises you SO much

Unwinding: A feast will be had. All of your favorite foods and drink, ready for you. Most likely just talking and laughing together but sometimes you'll watch a movie or TV when you eat

Choso ~

General: 5/10 mostly because let's be real you're the one doing the aftercare. This poor man is so overstimulated and fucked out Clean Up: You share a bath together and probably have a rubber ducky named Rupert. You have to set up the bath and help him in though Cuddles: Big cuddle bug. Needs to have as much of his body pressed to you as he can. Nuzzling into your neck and maybe even laying on top of you to get closer Communication: He needs reassurance and you give it. Always asks if he did good, did you enjoy yourself? Can't stop talking about how good you felt and how amazing you are Unwinding: Staying in bed and continuing your binge show. He still needs to get his cuddles out and uses you as a pillow. If he could curl up on you, he would

Ino ~

General: 6/10 he tries his best to give you aftercare but he always ends up more fucked out than you Clean Up: Shared shower where you both wash eachother off. Normally hugging and dancing to soap eachother up instead of using hands Cuddles: A whiney little cuddler. If you move a way an inch he'll pout because he just wants to be beside you Communication: Not great. He'll ask if you had fun and are okay but not much more than that Unwinding: Gaming together while eating trash snacks. Either your in his lap or he's in yours while you okay some multiplayer game

Shiu ~

General: 9/10 This man knows how to care for you. Definitely a gentle love after treating you like a whore Clean Up: Will gently shower you off and wash your hair before running you a bath with epsom salt, candles, bubbles and fresh flower petals (he picks them up fresh from a florist daily) Cuddles: Holds you for as long as you want, even if it's the rest of the night until morning. He won't stop holding you until you're ready Communication: Amazing communication. Specifically asks you if any part hurts, if you're okay, if he went too far at any point. He'll praise you to the gods too and make sure you know how amazing you are and how good you did Unwinding: A home cooked meal together. Singing and dancing in the kitchen while you make food together because you're both starved after

Uraume ~

General: 5/10 still shy about everything even if you've been together 1,000 years. Just adorably awkward but still wants to care for you Clean Up: Runs you a bath but will leave you to enjoy it alone. Will leave you're favorite soaps out for you Cuddles: Absolutely no cuddling until you're both clean. Just doesn't like the feeling and the mess. After though cuddles are fair game Communication: They're shy and a little timid so asking if they did okay or you're okay is always hard. They still do though. Unwinding: You sitting on the kitchen counter just talking while they make a snack. You'll probably go to cuddle and read while you eat it

Yuki ~

General: 8/10 fuck hard care harder. Yuki knows she's a beast in the sheets and needs to care for you after Clean Up: Warm washcloth is her go to. You don't even have to get up, she'll clean you up Cuddles: After you're cleaned up she'll hold you and pet your hair. Holding you tight to make you feel safe Communication: Needs to make sure she didn't go too hard. Constantly checking in on you and praising how good you did. You'll absolutely know how loved and cared for you are Unwinding: Interlocked while on your phones. Doing separate things but doing them together

Shoko ~

General: 7/10 Decent. Acceptable really, not the best but could be worse Clean Up: Let's you shower first, will sometimes join you but not every time Cuddles: Shower first, cuddles later. The second you're both done she's starting up the shower Communication: She will absolutely check in and make sure you're okay and you know you're loved. Could whisper sweet nothings to you for hours Unwinding: Cuddling on the couch, a movie in the background. Shoko is probably knitting or something while you're on your phone

Mahito ~

General: -3/10. Trash after care for a sewer man. To be fair he just doesn't know better or understand Clean Up: None. He's fine being dirty especially after doing the nasty. Wants to bask in the smell of sex for as long as he can Cuddles: CLINGY! SO CLINGY! Careful he will try to crawl under your skin. He can't get close enough to you and koala wraps around you Communication: Bad. Shitty and bad. He doesn't want to talk he just wants to cling to you Unwinding: Good luck, you'll be carrying him around for the rest of the day/night. There is no unwinding, only Mahito clinging to you

About the Kink: Aftercare while not a kink is very important when participating in kinks or sex in general. It's the practice of giving care after sex. Normally through cleanup, cuddling and communication. How to Practice the Kink Safely:

With any kink it's important to have a safe word, action and sound. The action is in case it's not possible to be verbal. The sound is incase it's not possible to make words or move. Pick something easy to remember and wouldn't come up naturally. Eg. Red, 3 fast taps, 3 repeating grunts

Before anything occurs you should communicate your aftercare expectations, giving and receiving. Clean up is dependent on the person, some prefer a washcloth and others prefer a full on shower. Cuddles and non sexual intimacy are important after sex to feel closer, a deeper connection and help relax. Communication is also important to make sure both parties enjoyed themselves, and helps with emotional bonding. Spending non-sexual time together after sex helps to build a stronger relationship and helps unwind from sexual activities. Taking care of your partner and being taken care of us important to a healthy and happy bond.