#it might be 3am as i write this and i stayed up. for what? for them. of course

[sexisbetteronthemoon]

Just read your newest fic at 3am and I’m already obsessed it’s so good! No worries if you don’t have an answer since this fic is just a little oneshot, but do you think the lion swap would affect Keith and Lance’s animals? Would Shiro lose his?

!!! i was contemplating this! :D

like i'm still not sure on a chapter 2, but i was thinking about these things and if i do go for it, it'll cover this. i was even thinking that the animals might even shift over time to take on new forms as the paladins grow as people, or that maybe they remain the same but get older in conjunction with them.

was also thinking that maybe Keith would come back from the space whale, and during a fight, his little sausage dog suddenly becomes a huge fuckoff creature before shifting back to a sausage dog like nothing happened.

for Shiro, i thought maybe his animal could 

a) stay behind in coma so they're not really sure what's going on and they still don't have answers

b) be awake but translucent and none of them can touch it or communicate with it (and it basically haunts the Black Lion)

c) get stuck with Shiro in the Black Lion, and Lance's serval can see it when they or are otherwise unconscious like Lance can see Shiro.

meanwhile, Kuron has no animal and can't get a new one! but somehow, the black lion still responds to him! weird! wonder what that's about! 👀 

d) it could also straight up vanish, and Shiro would have to make a new one to pilot again, so there's the added bit of "i'm missing a piece of my soul and idk if i can handle cutting off another piece" (this one's my favorite tbh)

just! so many thoughts! so many possibilities!

i also want to write Allura's as the pokémon Diancie lol (except it would be an altean creature, not a pokémon).

with the Lion switch, their animals could change like their bayards do and they switch back and forth, idk, this au is in my brain now..

also lowkey had the thought that Keith's sausage dog changes into a copy of Kosmo when he takes the Black Lion, except red, and everyone is like, “What the fuck is that? A space wolf? Keith, you have a space wolf now? Okay, edgelord.”

and Kosmo fucking LOSES IT in excitement that his dad is like him when they encounter each other. (Kosmo even considers Keith's soul piece to be its dad. oh no, help i'm crying!)

[boy-eclipse]

so i was scrolling pinterest and then i suddenly had 10 more sebaciel text posts in my photo gallery. how odd. wonder how they got there.

[zivazivc]

Sorry if this has already been asked before but why did the band break up? And did they break up on decent terms? Do they still talk to each other sometime?

It has been asked before, I just never answered jshfbdjcbh I'm still piecing everything together and stuff is changing or getting tweaked all the time, so I'm always super hesitant about answering these types of questions, afraid that people will take whatever I say as the final answer. So basically what I'm going to answer now will already contradict what I told some people already. And maybe in the future the story might go a little differently too (although I'm pretty satisfied with the current events)

Uhhh, get ready for a long info dump. I didn't expect I'd write this much...

Floyd basically stayed with the band for 8 years (from 14 till 22) and got pretty messed up in the process. The rest of the guys are all quite older than him so I guess I could say they were more responsible, or at least had a better understanding of their own limits (also they grew up in this kind of environment or grew up aware of it, while Floyd was oblivious and naive about all of it) and while they do get drunk and do drugs often, none of them are really dependent on them. They are also pretty good judges of character and know how to avoid trouble. Floyd on the other hand drove in with no breaks and constantly got himself in trouble that the rest (mostly Les) had to drag him out of. He also developed bipolar during this time (in my story Floyd constantly fluctuates between being saturated and being desaturated because of this) and his manic and depressive episodes started getting out of hand after his teenage years. (None of them are aware it's a mental disorder that's making him act so out of character.)

Floyd was becoming miserable because of this and all of his problems pilling up, and started blaming Les for the way he was. Les never argued this which only fueled Floyd to blame him more. In the end he was getting so frustrated and irritable that Floyd constantly tried starting arguments with him, even putting him down and getting aggressive at times because Les gets very unresponsive and closed off during personal conversations (guy is a giant onion of suppressed trauma that Floyd is hellbent on peeling open).

Eventually there was one fight too many, terrible things were said, some objects flew through the air, and Floyd walked out (or Hed kicked him out, I haven't decided yet) with the promise of going home and never seeing them again.

So, yeah, it was very messy and Floyd was the primary asshole, even though he's not really to blame either...

But Floyd didn't make it home (was too scared to sneak through Bergen Town to get to the tree (i don't think i can judge him for that either)) and he just returned to the reckless lifestyle, this time without anyone being there to keep him safe. So if he was messed up before, this is the time period where he got absolutely fucked up. This is also when he got heavily addicted to sour worms. And when he chronically slept around (half the time just to get offered free worms or have somewhere to sleep, other times because he was having manic episodes and was feeling hypersexual). (This is also potentially the period when he had the two eggs with that techno troll, but I'm still thinking if I want that to be canon to the story or not.) During this time he also grew to become very anxious and his self-confidence went to shit when he was being himself.

Then after about three years of that, he bumped into Les at some party. He wanted to dodge him out of shame but Les grabbed his arm and manhandled him outside to talk. Floyd felt like shit about the way they had split up and tried apologizing for all the stuff he had said and done to Les, but Les wasn't having any of that because he wasn't angry at Floyd, he was just worried about him. Les is also insanely empathetic like Floyd, and he knew that Floyd never really meant any of it, and that he was just looking for an outlet when he was hurting. Also he does think he is to blame for the way Floyd ended up.

Les wanted to know why he didn't go home like he had said (because that was the only reason Les had even let him walk out in the first place). A few exchanged words later and Floyd broke down telling him all the awful things he'd done, and Les promised to help him, feeling insanely guilty. Floyd wondered if he was allowed back in the band but Les made it clear that the band wasn't good for him and that he was never taking him back. Instead Les helped him go though rehab. I don't think trolls have those institutions (or at least not many are aware of them or how they work (I'm sorry but I refuse to believe the Trolls world has internet and cellphones, Mountrageons can keep that for themselves lol)), so it was more or less just Les finding Floyd a job and his own place to stay in the middle of bumfuck nowhere where he had no option but to detox, and constantly checking up on him to make sure he was doing okay. During this time they grew pretty close again. Or maybe the better term would be that Les slowly started putting his walls down again.

Hed needed a while to warm up to Floyd again. He's almost as protective of Les as Les is of him, and he resented Floyd for the way he had treated him.

Flea is pretty phlegmatic when it comes to any sort of arguing or drama. He was casual about seeing Floyd again, they were never super close anyway.

And Liv, she left the band when she and Hed broke up (haven't decided if that happened before or after Floyd left), so Floyd didn't get to see her again after bumping into Les at the party. And I haven't thought yet if they'd ever meet again somewhere later in life. But if they did, I think they'd both be happy to see each other.

Anyway...

Floyd managed to detox and successfully kept the job for about a year, but then he became manic again and messed it all up. After that he returned to his nomadic lifestyle, but he never fell as hard as those three years again. In my story Floyd's life is a constant cycle of getting his life together and fucking it up and booking to the next place. And he and Les are trapped in a never-ending cat and mouse game where they're both trying to fix each other.

So, uh, Les and Floyd are still very close and see each other somewhat often...

(sometimes monthly, sometimes yearly)

Yeah...

I am so fucking obsessed with them I'm gonna hurl. Please take this song before I combust:

[darlingdaisyfarm]

꒰ Stan & Ford bj headcanons ꒱

a/n: was debating whether i should post smth angsty but honestly? nahh, i decided to let go of the cringe and simply embrace the classic: dicks dicks dicks. no regrets!

also yeah, not me using gifs of their most tragic, lowest point moment of life while writing about sucking their dicks

warning: nsfw!! | second part

〃 STANFORD

𖹭 okay listen. he has absolutely imagined you blowing him while he’s lecturing. imagined himself giving a serious talk about some multidimensional travel or whatever. and you’re under the table, pretty little mouth sucking him so slow it’s torture, and he’s trying to keep his voice steady. Ford is picturing the way his voice trembles when your tongue swirls. he's insane about it. he thinks about it at night and has to shamefully jerk off in the bathroom at 3am :(

𖹭 his ideal fantasy is when he’s bent over a cluttered lab table, pants barely pushed down, one hand scribbling formulas and the other gripping your hair while you suck him off. “don’t stop. i’m so close to finishing this equation— hhah—don’t you dare stop—“ soo he’s finishing a theorem and finishing in your mouth at the same time. Ford Pines core

𖹭 he can’t take eye contact. HE CANTTTT!! like if you look up at him while you’re doing it? he has to cover his face with his hand, my shy boy!! he makes this broken little noise like “oh—gods above—“ and shakes his head

𖹭 Ford grips your wrist when he’s close and if pose allows it. not your hair, but your wrist more than all. smth about the control of it. the intimacy. the little squeeze he gives as if to say please stay with me

𖹭 he’s OBSESSED with being milked. sorry. no other word. he wants slow, sloppy, deep suction while you use your hands and tongue and all your filthy skills to drain him dry. he’ll bite his knuckles to stop from moaning too loud and then make such a mess in your mouth. so much of it. like he’s been saving it for you

𖹭 well, since i love writing him as a freak and pervert, then ill also have to share this weird headcanon of mine. . . he likes to cum on his papers. i’m serious. like if he’s working and you surprise him with a blowjob? he’ll try to pull out at the last second and accidentally spurt all over his notes. then moan your name like you ruined him on purpose

𖹭 “you’re perfect like this. you’re doing so well. my perfect darling. . .”

𖹭 guys if we talk about where he likes to cum. . . listen. this man wants to fill your mouth, watch you swallow, then kiss you slow. he’s obsessed with the intimacy of it

𖹭 but also?? when he’s in his freak era? he’ll pull out and paint your tongue, your lips, your chin, your chest. and just stare like he’s watching a masterpiece dry

𖹭 he has to sit down afterward, always. he needs a cup of tea and ten minutes to write about it in his “private” journal

𖹭 flinches when you lick the frenulum. he’s ticklish there in a way that makes his breath catch and he literally fists the sheets, which is humiliating for him, idk. he’ll be like “ah—wh—hah, be careful, i—“ and then whimper into the back of his hand and cry like a pathetic old man he is!! yummy!

𖹭 sometimes he forgets to breathe. literally has to stop himself from holding his breath. you’ll have to tap his thigh like “hello? breathe babe!!!“

𖹭 he’s lowkey a pervert about hearing your throat work. . . like if he hears that wet gluck noise, he’s biting his fist and cumming so fast

𖹭 he won’t admit he likes gagging. he gets hard from the thought of you gagging on him. he doesn’t even need to see it. he’ll be alone, doing god knows what in the lab, and he’ll remember that time you couldn’t quite fit all of him, how your throat flexed and he’ll get hard

𖹭 he’s the kind of man who thinks he wouldnt need it. who might even stiffen up the first time you drop to your knees, but that’s just the thing about him, he’s starving and he doesn’t even know it

𖹭 he whimpers, obviously. strained little sounds in his throat because poor man trying so hard to keep his dignity stitched together, but it all goes to hell the moment your tongue flattens under the head of his cock. hes super sensitive

𖹭 Ford likes it when you touch his thighs while doing it. press your palms to them. he doesn’t know why it sends him spiraling but it does. makes him whimper harder

𖹭 his hands are shaky. they don't grab your head at first, they hover. then finally settle in your hair

𖹭 after he cums, i think he's burying his face in his hands or your shoulder or whatever he can reach. shuddering. that's because he's so embarrassed by how loud he was, how his hips twitched, how his thighs clenched around you.

𖹭 yess, Ford can avoid eye contact. sometimes he tries not to look but then he peeks and makes such slutty, broken, pathetic face. will whisper “don’t look at me like that” but u know he doesn’t mean it

𖹭 he pants. literally pants. like a dog. you wouldn't expect it from professor cool-calculated-explorer man, but as soon as you get your mouth on him, his breathing goes all stuttery, shallow, hot against the collar of his shirt. head tilted back. chest heaving. trying so hard to keep it together but failing miserably. “nnh—p-please slow d—fuck—just like that, darling, j-just—“

𖹭 he jerks his hips a little without meaning to. tries to be respectful, to let you set the pace, but once he’s deep enough in your throat, he makes these little shallow, guilty thrusts into your mouth and his voice breaks. “s-sorry, love. mnn, gods forgive me, I can’t—I can’t not—“

𖹭 if you wear glasses, he’ll cum on them. he will. and apologise. and then get hard again from how hot it looks

𖹭 will beg you to let him return the favor. right now. will beg to taste you, let him kneel too, pls

𖹭 his thighs always tighten. you can feel the tremble if you'll put your hand on them. he might grab the sheets or whatever’s behind him. he makes this helpless ughhnnn sound when he's getting close

𖹭 an advice for you. . . don’t rush, don’t treat it like a chore. it freaks him out. he’s already anxious about intimacy, so if you seem detached or too mechanical, he’ll overthink it.

𖹭 aaand if you’re too aggressive without warming him up, he’ll freeze. he needs the build-up, the slowness, my tender gentle boy

𖹭 one last thing, praise him. sure, some people want to be degraded, but Ford wants to be worshipped. tell him he tastes good. tell him you love doing this for him. tell him he’s smart, and handsome, and cute, and that hes your good boy and yours, i think he'll get sooo emotional. his EGO becomes cosmically huge.

〃 STANLEY

𖹭 absolutely loves receiving head, he's simple like that. maybe a lil obsessed with it, especially if its not some one-night stand or hook up, but when it's his partner doing it for him while in relationship. it’s about adoration, because Stanley thinks you're the sexiest thing alive when you're doing it and he will gladly show you how much he's enjoying it. grunts, groans, gasps, whole body involved.

𖹭 if he could have it his way you’d be on your knees every time he sat down with a drink in his hand

𖹭 he gets hard fast, this more applies to mullet Stan though. like you just say smth nasty (or even the smallest praise) and boom

𖹭 he gets off on you humping the bed while doing it. like if you’re desperate and grinding down while sucking him off? he’s gonna LOSE HIS MIND. “you that needy for it, huh? gotta get yourself off while you suck my dick? goddamn baby” he’ll start thrusting into your mouth all sloppy and turned on

𖹭 Stan likes when you hold his stomach. if you put both hands on his belly while you’re going down on him, he shudders. it makes him feel wanted. hot, attractive. “that’s it baby, hold onto me. you like this fuckin’ gut, don’t ya?”

𖹭 “open up, there you go. gimme that tongue, yeah, just like that, you fuckin’ love this, huh?”, “you better be ready to swallow all of it, sweetheart, ‘cause I ain’t holdin’ back.”

𖹭 he will enjoy it even more if you'll let him know you also enjoy it. if you'll you moan while sucking him off, he’ll throw his head back and go “holy SHIT” like he wasn’t ready. “that feel good, baby? feel it in your throat, huh?”

𖹭 gets so damn nasty if you beg for it. whispering “please gimme your cum, Stan, wanna taste you,”. will make him bend you over the nearest surface right after. you won’t walk straight <3

𖹭 loves to slap your ass afterward. in a loving way of course !! praises you for ten minutes straight. then offers you a beer and tells you you’re his favorite person in the world.

𖹭 ill talk about this more later but Stan loves sitting back in an armchair, legs spread wide, hips tilted up slightly, shirt unbuttoned but still on. gripping your hair, one leg bouncing, grinning with his teeth bared. and he loves it when you’re on your back and he kneels over your face. the reverse angle makes him moan so so sooo loud

𖹭 so damn talkative, he talks through the whole thing, and this man is so good at dirty talk. “you like that?” “you’re so good at this, holy shit.” “look at that pretty mouth stretched open like that.” “fuck, sweetheart, don’t stop.”

𖹭 he has a thing for watching your lips wrap around the tip. literally whines when you take just the head and swirl your tongue.

𖹭 i mean usually it all starts with his groans and grunts but please believe me when i say he moans like a whore when receiving head. he gets really loud and needy. i just believe that Stan is the type of guy who's really loud during sex, not even just blowjob.

𖹭 he’s a thrusting type!! can’t help it, his hips stutter. if you hold onto his hips and don’t let him move, he gets desperate. he’ll beg

𖹭 oh um. . . he cums hard. like. . . i mean, stomach-twitching, thigh-clenching, head-thrown-back hard. and he doesn’t mind where. down your throat? yes. across your tongue yes. on your cheek? yeah he loves that too

𖹭 i love Stan's smile so i think afterwards he usually laughs, smiles, jokes about smth. gets so soft, rubs his thumb across your mouth. “shit, baby, that was. . .ffuckkk. c’mere. lemme kiss you.”

𖹭 doesn’t care if it’s messy. he PREFERS messy. drool, spit, tears, makes him feel like you need him. and Stan needs to be needed

𖹭 Stan likes using his fingers too. his thick thumb on your cheek, knuckles brushing your jaw, fingers pressing into your neck, anything to make it more tactile and intimate <3

𖹭 and don’t forget, this guy is sensitive emotionally too!! you touch his belly or his chest while sucking him off? please. please do it! it gets into his head in a good way. wants to be wanted

𖹭 narrates the whole thing. “jesus fuck, look at you. look at that mouth. god, you’re takin’ me so good. holy fuck, sweetheart, i could bust already, shit—”

𖹭 uh. . . yeah, Stan slaps his cock against your tongue. especially mullet Stan but i mean just any Stan, ok. just a few playfully mean taps. and then he laughs when you whine, like “what, you like that?”

𖹭 he’s touchy, he can’t sit still. one hand in your hair, the other grabbing your ass if you both in right position for it, or cupping the back of your neck. he likes to feel how far he’s in <3 sometimes he just holds your throat gently to feel the movement.

𖹭 he gets off on spitting, sometimes he’ll lean down, spit in his hand, rub it over his cock while you’re on your knees and growl “lemme get it nice and wet for you, baby” before slipping it between your lips. criminal. someone arrest him

𖹭 loves when you use both hands and mouth at once

𖹭 he spreads his thighs so wide, i mean his whole body posture is inviting. you’re the star of the show after all!!

𖹭 calls you filthy names, one of them is “my sweet little cockslut” ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ idkk i don't make the rules. Stan is into degrading+praising at same time

𖹭 Stan LOVES when you gag and he’ll push in deeper when he hears it. of course if that's smth you're ok with!! that little stuttered choke noise is like a signal to him. my disgusting and wonderful man

𖹭 he gets emotional after!! maybe not weepy, but clingy, I JUST SEE HIM AS SUCH CLINGY TYPE OF BOYFRIEND. praise-heavy. “you treat me so good, baby,” as he runs his hands up your thighs, kisses your forehead, tucks your hair behind ur ears like he didn’t just mouthfuck you within an inch of your life

𖹭 if you let him cum on your tongue and stick it out after. . . plsss do!

𖹭 he’ll pretend he’s busy so you blow him while he’s working in the shack. flipping through inventory logs, “counting bills” (no, never), whatever. he’ll be behind the desk, you on your knees, and he’s mumbling numbers while you’re sucking the life out of him. “yeah. . . four jars of eyeballs and one, ugh, one perfect fuckin’ mouth. right there. . .“

𖹭 when hes getting close, his gut flexes. the belly tenses, rolls. the thighs spread wider. and he holds your head still

𖹭 alsoo Stanley doesn’t like it too silent. if you’re totally quiet, won’t look at him, don’t touch him, he’ll get nervous. he wants to know you’re into it :(

[ravens-bird]

"You really want to test me right now?" - Zayne.

Pairing: Zayne x F!Reader/MC

Tags: Boyfriend Zayne, uh not-quite-smut smut, oral F!receiving, kissing, fingering, thought of adding semi-exhibitionism, but i have no brain juice left - it's literally 3am. "Love" used as nickname

wc: 1.5k.

Note: Y'all... Guess who just had a dream and decided to write this right after 😮‍💨 Definitely not proofread 🦦 (I don't know what happened, the post got fucked zo repost)

You arrive at Akso Hospital and make your way to the receptionist’s desk, finding Yvonne sorting through paperwork.

"Hey, Yvonne. Busy day?"

She sighs, rubbing her temples—a rare display of exhaustion. You quirk a brow.

"You have no idea," she mutters. "Between the long shifts and this mountain of paperwork, I could use a vacation."

You chuckle. "I bet. Speaking of rounds, do you know where Zayne is?"

"In his office. He just finished up his last patient visit, so he should be resting right now." Then, with a knowing glint in her eyes, she adds, "But he mentioned clocking out early today. I wonder why…"

A playful smirk tugs at your lips. "I might have an idea."

She grins. "Go on, then. Before something else comes up."

You thank her, and make your way up to his office, your heart picking up speed at the thought of finally seeing him after so long.

It had been two weeks since you’d last seen Zayne—his business trip to Mt. Eternal with Dr. Noah had kept him away, and by the time he returned last night, you were already gone on a last-minute mission. This morning, he’d left for work before you even got home, and seeing him had been the only thing on your mind the whole day.

Naturally, the first thing you did after getting off work was come find him.

Stepping inside, your eyes land on him immediately.

Zayne is seated on the couch, his coat and glasses set aside, tie loosened as he leans back with his head resting against the cushions. Was he asleep?

You hesitate for a moment before softly calling his name.

He stirs, blinking up at you in surprise. That’s all the confirmation you need. In a heartbeat, you close the distance, launching yourself onto him before he can even stand.

Zayne grunts at the impact but recovers quickly, wrapping his arms around you as you settle into his lap. "You could’ve just said hello, you know."

You nuzzle into his neck, inhaling the faint, yet familiar scent of his cologne. "Where’s the fun in that? Besides, I missed you."

His hands settle at your waist, fingers squeezing gently. "I missed you too." His voice is softer now, more intimate. Then, amusement flickers in his eyes. "You’re awfully energetic for someone who spent the night hunting down wanderers."

You groan against his skin. "I should just kidnap you for the weekend."

He chuckles, the sound low and warm. "Oh? And do what with me, exactly?"

You pull back slightly, to playfully glare at him. Before you can speak, he lightly presses the back of your neck to bring you closer, pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

“How was your day?” he asks, kneading the back of your neck gently and you melt into his touch, instantly distracted.

“Tiring, but it wasn’t as serious as Tara had made it sound,” you sigh. While the clean-up itself had been a walk in the park, the travelling had been tedious, even with the faster and advanced motorcycles from the Association.

His eyes were bright, and he was looking at you so warmly that you couldn't help but beam at him.

"Yvonne said you were clocking out early." Your fingers find the loose knot of his tie, tugging playfully. "Any particular reason?"

His gaze dips to your lips before he clears his throat. "I figured we deserved a night in."

"Mmm." You hum, letting your hand drift from his tie to his chest, feeling the steady pulse beneath your fingertips. "You’ve been gone so long, Zayne. Do you know how hard it was to sleep alone?"

His jaw tenses slightly, but instead of addressing the obvious implication in your words, he exhales slowly, as if willing himself to stay composed. "We have chamomile tea at home. Studies show it can improve sleep quality with its mild sedative effects when taken before bed."

You blink up at him. Then a slow, sly smile spreads across your lips. "Chamomile tea?" Your fingers graze the fabric of his shirt, trailing lower. "Right, but that wouldn’t help."

His brows knit slightly. "The white noise machine in the bedroom has a setting that mimics rainfall—"

"Not the same as having you next to me."

Your voice is softer this time, but there’s no mistaking the way your fingers press against his chest, the way your body leans into his just enough to make your point.

His grip tightens slightly. "We are still at the hospital," he reminds you, though his voice lacks its usual firmness. "And you're making this difficult."

You smirk, tugging the tie loose until it comes off. "Am I?" You shift just enough for him to feel the friction, watching as his breath catches. "I’m not even doing anything."

The first button of his shirt comes undone beneath your touch, your nails grazing his collarbone.

His hand snaps up suddenly, fingers wrapping around your wrist—not rough, but firm enough to make your breath hitch.

"You really want to test me right now?" His voice is a quiet warning, laced with something dangerous.

Your pulse spikes.

"What if I say yes?"

For a moment, he just watches you, tension coiling between you like a drawn bowstring. Then, Zayne exhales slowly, the warmth of his breath brushing against your skin before he tilts his head, capturing your lips in a kiss that steals your breath.

There’s nothing hesitant or soft about it this time.

A small gasp escapes you, and he swallows it greedily, his hands sliding up your back, pulling you closer, pressing you flush against him.

"You’re doing this on purpose," he murmurs, his voice rough with restraint.

You don’t deny it.

When he finally pulls away, you barely have a moment to catch your breath before he shifts beneath you, his hand trailing up your thigh and to your heat, rubbing you through the thin material of your pants.

"Zayne—" your voice hitches as his fingers press more firmly.

"Yes, love?" His tone is teasing, though his own breath is slightly uneven.

"What happened to being at the hospital?"

"You talk too much."

Before you could retort, he moves again, picking you up with startling ease and changing your positions until you're the one beneath him, pressed into the cushions. The feel of his weight against you, the press of his hips, and his growing arousal, makes your stomach flip in anticipation.

His fingers make quick work of the button of your pants after undoing your belt, pushing them down just enough before his hand dips between your thighs, his touch firm and teasing.

You suck in a sharp breath, hips jerking against his palm as he rubs you through your underwear. He watches you closely, his pupils blown wide with desire. His fingers slip beneath the last barrier of fabric. The sensation makes you whimper.

"So impatient," he speaks in a low voice, his voice a rough whisper as he presses down just right, making you arch into him.

"Zayne—"

He silences you with a heated kiss, swallowing every sound you make as he finger-fucks you. His free hand grips your hip, keeping you pinned as he builds a slow, torturous rhythm, his breath hot against your lips.

"Is this what you wanted?" His silken murmur makes you want to clench your thighs together, but he holds you in place, lips trailing down your throat. "Say it."

You barely manage to gasp out a needy "yes" before he rewards you with a deep stroke that has you trembling beneath him. His chuckle is dark, satisfied, as he continues his slow, deliberate pace, drawing every reaction from you with precise, practiced movements.

Your fingers clutch at his shoulders, nails digging in as the tension coils tight within you. You clench around his fingers, feeling the start of a wave of euphoria when he pulls his hand away, and a desperate, needy noise escapes you.

“Be patient,” he chastises, and you resist the urge to swear when he slides your pants down further, his fingers trail teasingly against your bare skin before he shifts downward, pressing open-mouthed kisses along your inner thigh.

A strangled moan escapes your lips as his mouth finds you, his tongue stroking in slow, deliberate patterns that have your fingers twisting in his hair, your thighs trembling around him.

Zayne works you open with his mouth and fingers, his name falling from your lips in breathless gasps as he devours you with unrelenting focus.

“That’s it, love.” The roughness of his voice was so damn sexy. “Be a good girl, and come for me.”

That finally did it.

When you finally shatter, he groans against you, holding you in place as you ride out the waves of pleasure.

As you pant, still trembling, he wipes the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, his eyes locked onto you with something dangerously intent.

Before you can catch your breath, he’s already reaching for his belt, a wicked smirk playing at his lips. "We’re not done yet, love. You started this."

Masterlist

[astrologydray]

How each sign acts after a breakup💔💔😭😭

Aries — “I’m fine. NEXT.”

Breakup Mode: Impulsive rebounder. Might post thirst traps 10 mins later.

Vibe: Rage gym sessions, blocking you without warning, pretending they never loved you (but secretly did).

Catchphrase: “I don’t chase, I replace.”

Taurus — “I’m not okay… but I’ll act like I am until I actually am.”

Breakup Mode: Stays in bed, eats comfort food, replays convos for weeks.

Vibe: Extremely loyal even post-breakup. Won’t let go fast, but once they do? It’s DONE forever.

Catchphrase: “You lost something solid.”

Gemini — “Anyway… what’s your friend’s @?”

Breakup Mode: Laughs through the pain, avoids emotions, posts cryptic tweets.

Vibe: Flirty on the TL, partying with a new circle, emotionally detached—until 3AM hits.

Catchphrase: “I moved on. Emotionally? Eh…”

Cancer — “I just wanted to be loved…”

Breakup Mode: Cries for 48 hours straight or longer, clings to memories, emotional breakdowns to music.

Vibe: Emotional rollercoaster, might text you and block you within 5 minutes.

Catchphrase: “Did you ever really love me?”

Leo — “You’ll miss this glow.”

Breakup Mode: Dramatic AF. Deletes all your pics, then posts fire selfies to remind you what you lost.

Vibe: Public healing with private pain. Will use their heartbreak to fuel a glow-up.

Catchphrase: “Now I’m the main character again.”

Virgo — “I analyzed every part of that breakup and yep, it was your fault.”

Breakup Mode: Overthinks EVERYTHING. Makes lists of red flags. Mentally edits you out of their life.

Vibe: Cold exterior, hurting inside. Lowkey stalks your socials anonymously.

Catchphrase: “I should’ve left first.”

Libra — “I hate being single… but I look good doing it.”

Breakup Mode: Hops into a new situationship, avoids feeling anything real.

Vibe: Flirty, smiley, but secretly spiraling when alone. Will miss the aesthetic of love.

Catchphrase: “Let’s just be friends…” (but not really)

Scorpio — “You broke my heart? I’ll haunt your life.”

Breakup Mode: Deletes you, blocks you, curses you in their journal. Might spy from a burner.

Vibe: Deeply wounded but won’t show it. Revenge glow-up and coming.

Catchphrase: “You’ll regret this. Forever.”

Sagittarius — “Breakup? Nah, I’m on a flight to Bali.”

Breakup Mode: Laughs, travels, distracts. Acts unfazed—but that pain hits randomly at 2AM.

Vibe: Fun, detached, but avoids true healing for a while.

Catchphrase: “On to the next adventure!”

Capricorn — “This is just a temporary setback in my life plan.”

Breakup Mode: Cold and focused. Buries pain under work and glow-ups.

Vibe: Doesn’t show emotion. Hopes you see them thriving and regret it.

Catchphrase: “I have bigger goals than heartbreak.”

Aquarius — “Did we even date?”

Breakup Mode: Emotionally numb. Avoids talking about it. Quietly spiraling in their head.

Vibe: Posts deep quotes, acts like it’s fine, detaches HARD.

Catchphrase: “I’ve transcended feelings.”

Pisces — “This is my heartbreak era. Let me suffer in peace.”

Breakup Mode: Cries to playlists, romanticizes the pain, writes poetry. Might hit you up months later.

Vibe: Feels everything deeply but still holds hope. Escapes into fantasy.

Catchphrase: “We were twin flames though…”

[dollyswishingwell]

Hiii do u think u could write about a chubby mc by any chance like maybe similar to your works with the lingerie and pampering? Thank you so much!!!

ᯓ★ˎˊ˗ Fluffy

𝒲𝒾𝓈𝒽 𝑔𝓇𝒶𝓃𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝒻𝑜𝓇 ˙⋆✮ Rafayel, Zayne, Xavier, Sylus, Caleb

𝒢𝑒𝓃𝓇𝑒/𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 ˙⋆✮ fluffff, i love soft women therefore the boys love soft women. this is for alllll the chubby reader requests. feel free to request more specific scenarios if you’d like :p

> ࣪𖤐.ᐟ Your chubbiness is a result of their spoiling. they take full responsibility

𝙍𝙖𝙛𝙖𝙮𝙚𝙡 °‧🫧⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

- “So soft…” Rafayel can’t stop touching you. Your tummy, your thighs, your arms, he’s always squeezing, always hugging you from behind with his chin resting on your shoulder and both hands laid over your stomach like it’s sacred. “It’s all mine, isn’t it?” he murmurs with a dreamy little smile that makes your heart melt.

- He spoils you constantly. Food from quaint seaside cafés, sugary pastries, lavender bubble tea, rich desserts from his homeland… and he insists on feeding you with his own stained fingers. If you try to share with him, he pouts, “No, no, I bought it for you, not to split.”

- He’s obsessed with how you glow. He paints you in soft, dreamy palettes, your figure bathed in sunlight, your belly peeking from under silk robes, your stretch marks immortalized like delicate brushstrokes. He’ll kiss your shoulder and murmur, “My masterpiece.” And he means it.

- He takes it personally when you talk about dieting. He’ll gently pull you onto his lap, smug as ever, rubbing slow circles into your hips while teasing, “You want to starve what I’ve been working so hard on?” Then he starts pressing kisses down your neck until you forget what you were even saying.

- He overstimulates you out of worship. Especially when you’re feeling self-conscious. Rafayel takes his time with you. He kisses every inch of your stomach, thighs, hips. His voice goes soft, “I love when you’re full of me… full of love. You’re perfect like this.” And he makes sure you feel it, over and over again.

- He loves how soft you are when you sleep. He always spoons you, his leg draped over yours, hand possessively resting on your stomach. Sometimes, he’ll even wake you up at 3am just to whisper, “You’re so beautiful right now. Look at the moonlight on your skin.”

- He starts drama with Thomas constantly. Usually because he’s skipping some press event or gallery meeting to stay home feeding you strawberries in bed or building a pillow nest around you for a nap. “Tell him I’m retired,” Rafayel yawns, nuzzling into your hair. “I’m busy sculpting divinity.”

𝙕𝙖𝙮𝙣𝙚 ⋆꙳•❅‧*₊⋆☃︎ ‧*❆ ₊⋆

- He doesn’t say much, he just stares. The moment you walk by in one of your silky robes, and he catches the curve of your fuller hips, your thighs, the soft swell of your stomach, Zayne goes completely silent. His hazel-green eyes follow every movement like a surgeon examining perfection. And then? That low, commanding “Come here.”

- He has zero complaints. You might grumble that you can’t fit into one of your old gala gowns, but he’s already kneeling in front of you, lips brushing your stomach. His voice is calm, steady, reverent. “Then we’ll get better ones. Custom. To fit exactly the way I like.”

- He touches you constantly at home. When you’re curled up beside him, he’ll rest his hand over your thigh or stomach while reading patient files or typing on his tablet. He rubs slow, absentminded circles, like the feel of you grounds him more than anything else.

- He keeps feeding you, without comment. Gourmet meals, imported teas, delicate desserts from private caterers. He’ll set snack trays on your vanity while you get ready, murmuring behind you as he fastens your necklace, “Eat something while I zip this up.”

- Strict with everyone, except you. When you worry out loud about your weight, he looks at you with that cool, clinical gaze before saying, in a voice that brooks no argument: “You’re healthy. You’re mine. That’s all that matters.”

- Obsessively gentle during intimacy. Especially now that you’re softer. Zayne takes his time, kissing your stomach, massaging your thighs, whispering into your skin like he’s reading scripture. “I love this body. You grew it for me.”

- He starts buying you more robes. Expensive ones. Satin, silk, cashmere, soft fabrics that fall around your frame like royalty. All a little oversized, all handpicked. “You’re a doctor’s wife now,” he says, voice low with amusement. “I expect you to look the part.”

- He shuts down your insecurities instantly. A quiet frown at your reflection? Tugging at your shirt in the mirror? Zayne’s already there. He closes the mirror with a snap, tilts your chin up with steady fingers, and says, with unshakable certainty: “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” And with him, you know it’s the truth.

𝙓𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙚𝙧 ⋆⭒˚.⋆🪐 ⋆⭒˚.⋆

- He’s completely fascinated by your body. Xavier watches you like he’s studying your curves for a thesis. When you shift beneath his gaze, he tilts his head, touches your belly or hips, and murmurs, “You’ve changed… I like it. You feel warmer.”

- He teases you when you’re curled up together. Lying on the couch with you wrapped in his arms, he strokes your sides and hums, “If you get any more spoiled, I might have to carry you everywhere.” Then he does, lifting you with ease and tucking you into bed like precious treasure.

- He falls asleep on your tummy constantly. It’s become his new favorite pillow. He curls up around you like a sleepy cat, arms snug around your waist, murmuring softly as he drifts off, “You’re softer now… don’t change it.”

- He buys you outfits that show off your new curves. Tailored gowns, soft clingy fabrics, elegant cuts that flatter everything. He brushes his fingers along the zipper and says, low and reverent, “If you’re mine… I want everyone to know it.”

- Your insecurity doesn’t compute. You say something like, “I think I gained weight,” and Xavier just blinks at you. “So?” he says plainly. “You’re mine either way. I don’t want you small. I want you happy.”

- He overfeeds you without realizing. Every slice of cake, every weird herbal drink he mixes for you, it’s all love. If you say no, he looks vaguely heartbroken. “Please,” he murmurs, coaxing the bite to your lips. “Just one more. You’ll like it.”

- He secretly memorizes every stretch mark. He kisses them like starlight, like they’re sacred constellations. Tracing them with his fingers, he whispers, “You changed for me… I’ll make sure it’s worth it.”

- If anyone dares comment on your weight… Xavier goes still. Completely unreadable. He doesn’t react in front of you, but later, someone ends up quietly blacklisted, evicted, or vanishes entirely from the N109 registry. When you ask, he just hums, “Strange. People disappear all the time.”

𝙎𝙮𝙡𝙪𝙨 ✮ ⋆ ˚｡𓅨⋆｡°✩

- “Look at you.” That’s the first thing he says every morning, voice rough, amused, eyes glued to the way you stretch in bed beside him. His gaze lingers on your plush thighs under the satin sheets, your softened waist, the evidence of his spoiling. “You really have gotten spoiled, haven’t you?”

- He treats your weight gain like a divine achievement. He’ll lean back in his chair, wine in hand, watching you try on a new dress with a lazy, hungry smile. “You were beautiful when I met you. But now? Now you look like you belong to me.”

- He feeds you luxuries like a prince feeding a pet. Truffles, lavender tarts, honey-drenched pastries. He sits you in his lap during meetings, arms around your waist, lazily slipping bites between your lips. “Open up. Good girl.”

- He buys you tighter clothes on purpose. They’re supposedly tailored, but they always cling just a little too much at the hips, the chest. When you pout or tug at the fabric, he smirks. “Maybe I like watching you outgrow things. Makes me feel like I’m doing my job right.”

- He talks to your stomach in private. Especially after long, indulgent nights. He’ll press soft kisses to your belly, murmuring against your skin like it’s a prayer. “You take everything I give you so well. Look at how you’ve changed for me.”

- In public, he’s shamelessly possessive. His hand always rests over your stomach, arm snug around your waist. He makes sure people notice. Especially the ones who knew you when you were thinner. “Doesn’t she look divine?” he’ll ask, voice full of dangerous pride.

- He cuts off any insult with a smile like a blade. If anyone glances at your figure with even a hint of judgment, Sylus leans in close. “Careful,” he says smoothly. “Speak like that again and I’ll have you scrubbing sublevels in Zone K by morning.”

- Your softness is his favorite display of power. You didn’t get soft for anyone else, you got soft for him. And Sylus lives for it. His voice dips low with satisfaction every time he sees your curves catch the light. “Let them all see,” he murmurs. “You’re mine now. And it shows.”

𝘾𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙗 ⋆｡ ‧˚ʚ🍎ɞ˚‧｡ ⋆

- “I’ve been feeding you well, huh?” he teases, voice soft and full of pride. He wraps his arms around you from behind, presses a warm kiss to your neck, and gives your belly a gentle squeeze, like he’s proud of it. Like it means you’re finally his.

- He refuses to let you walk half the time. From bed to couch, to his ship’s quarters, Caleb just picks you up with no warning. “You’re not walking.” His voice leaves no room for argument. He’ll nuzzle your cheek and murmur, “You’ve gotten heavier. I love it.”

- He tucks snacks into your bag like a protective husband prepping for war. Your favorite cookies, soft milk drinks, sweet little pastries, he packs them before missions or errands. “Eat while I’m gone, okay?” he tells you. “I want you full when I get back.”

- He’s obsessed with you in his clothes. Especially when you’re lounging around in one of his Farspace shirts and it rides up just a little over your tummy. He’ll freeze mid-coffee, jaw slack. “Pips. Seriously. Come here. Right now.”

- He shuts down your insecurities fast. Call yourself too chubby? His expression hardens instantly. “Pips, i made you like this. You’re soft. You’re safe. You’re mine.” And then he’s pulling you into his lap, hand resting over your stomach like he’s guarding the most precious treasure in the universe.

- He maps your body like a star chart. Especially after showers or when you’re curled in bed, his fingers trace every curve, every mark, every soft place you’ve grown under his love. “I could spend forever learning this body,” he whispers, kissing your skin.

- He doesn’t tolerate a single word against you. One snide remark from a cadet and his smile vanishes. One glance from Caleb and that person is off the mission roster, probably reassigned to the worst post in orbit. He doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t need to.

- To him, your softness means you’re safe. You stopped running. You started resting. You let him take care of you. Every night before bed, he kisses your stomach like it’s holy. “Took you forever to let me love you, huh?” he whispers. “Look at you now.”

[imtaashu]

I Waited !!!

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: He walked away. You waited. But he didn’t come back.

Genre: Angst | Heartbreak | Emotional Distance

Word Count: ~900

Warnings: Emotional pain, hurt/no comfort, abandonment themes

Author’s Note: hey! i’m kind of new to writing stuff like this.. i poured a lot of emotion into this one, and i hope it hit you right in the chest (in the best way possible).

but if you’d like an alternative ending where he comes back, or if you want me to write his POV—realizing what he lost too late—let me know ;) i’d love to keep the story going if you’re into it.

reblogs, comments, and little heart reacts make my day <3

You didn’t chase him when he left. You told yourself you wouldn’t. That if he needed space, he could have it. And maybe—maybe—he’d come back once he remembered what it felt like to be loved by someone who never once asked him to be anything more than human.

⸻

But days passed. Then weeks.

And silence became your only conversation. You kept checking the door. Like an idiot.

⸻

The first time you met Bucky Barnes, he was quiet. Not in the brooding way most people assumed—he wasn’t trying to be mysterious. He was just… afraid. Of the world. Of himself. Of what he might do if someone got too close.

And you? You didn’t run.

You stayed.

Held his hand when it shook. Kissed his scars like they weren’t remnants of another life. Let him fall apart at 3AM and never asked him to explain why.

⸻

But he didn’t.

⸻

“I need time,” he’d said that night. “To figure myself out.”

You nodded. “Okay.”

He looked relieved. You looked strong.

Neither of you were.

You waited.

⸻

You waited long enough to memorize the way your bed felt empty. Long enough to stop making two cups of coffee in the morning. Long enough for everyone else to stop asking if you’d heard from him.

You waited until it started to feel like grief. The slow kind. The kind that doesn’t rip your heart out—it just lets it rot slowly inside you.

⸻

You still have his hoodie.

It doesn’t smell like him anymore. Just like loss.

Sometimes you wonder if he ever meant to come back.

Or if he thought you’d forget him eventually—like the war, like the headlines, like all the other ghosts that history buried without a name.

You wonder if he knew that when he left, he took the last good part of you with him.

And didn’t even look back.

——————————-

You write him a letter you never send:

“You don’t know this, but I kept every version of you even the ones that didn’t love me back. I hope you’re okay.I hope she’s gentle with you. I hope you still hate nightmares and still love thunderstorms”

“I waited. I swear I did. But one day, I had to stop.”

⸻

You don’t check the door anymore.

But some nights, you swear you hear footsteps in the hallway.

And even though you don’t believe in ghosts—

you still look up.

[3dmanswhore]

do you? | k. bakugou

3.2k words

content: nsfw, mdni, aged up characters, fem!reader, established (ex) relationship, friends w benefits, fluffy smut, unprotected sex, unedited & lowkey badly written

tbh didn’t even plan on writing this as smut but it just kind of turned into it as i kept writing it 💀, might have to go on another 2+ year hiatus over the embarrassment

other than fucking with no strings attached, Katsuki and i hadn’t seen each other much since our last year at UA. especially at ungodly hours such as right now.

when he would sneak into my dorm after a big fight, silently cuddling up to my half-asleep figure. i would mindlessly stroke his hair and fall back asleep, sometimes waking up to him, or just after he had left.

but here he was now.

at 3am, in my apartment.

only having had the key to unlock the place because i gave it to him for the sake of convenience. for when he calls on me in the middle of a drunken night.

he’s standing at the foot of my bed and staring straight at me, the lit up screen of his phone which he used as a flashlight illuminating his tired features in the dark.

“the fuck are you starin’ at”, he says in his usual bitter tone.

i grimace at him, “the fuck are you doin’ here?”, i say in a slightly softer tone, only because i was too tired to try to outmatch him in a field he was far too experienced in: yelling.

“what do you think?”, he says matter-of-factly. and while i usually don’t mind the booty calls. in fact, sometimes i even seek them out, i’m definitely not up for it right now. not without warning, at least.

i groan as i prop myself up on my elbows, “the hell is wrong with you? i told you i’m not fucking you unannounced, especially not when you just let yourself into my apartment.”

he lets out an annoyed groan, pulling his phone up to his face as he starts to vigorously type on it.

a few seconds later, i hear a ping from my own phone. picking it up, i see the far too familiar text message pop up as a notification: i’m coming over.

“you’re already over, dumbass”, i groan as i scoot to the far end of the bed, making space for him.

he shuts his phone off, laying it down next to my own one.

he takes his shirt off, flinging it to some dark corner of my room.

he gets into bed, his hand brushing against my shoulder as he pulls the sheets over us both.

and he…

turns around?

his back facing me?

my eyebrows scrunch in confusion. “what the fuck are you doing?”, i ask in a slightly raised whisper.

without even turning around to face me, he answers, slightly muffled as he talks into the pillow. “what the fuck does it look like?”

“i have no idea”, i answer honestly, “did you seriously just come here for a sleepover?”

i hear him shuffle in the dark as he turns around to look at me, propped up on his elbow as he glares down at me. “you just said you didn’t wanna fuck. i’m tryna sleep”, he looks at me expectantly, as if waiting for a nod of approval before he can go back to sleeping.

“is this like reverse psychology? you think i’m gonna wanna fuck if you suddenly don’t?”, i’m still confused on why he even came over.

he tsks in response, flinging my forehead, “you think you’re all that”, he says harshly but i can sense a playful undertone in the words. “i can’t fall asleep in an empty bed, you should know that from our failed relationship.”

i stayed silent and he turned to lie on his back, facing the ceiling with his hands clasped over his bare chest. his eyes were open but he didn’t say a word, just steadily breathed as he waited for a response from me.

“i didn’t know that”, i said softly as i adjusted my position, scooting a bit closer to him as my face was now mere inches from his shoulder.

he hummed as he kept blinking at the ceiling. “why do you think i always came back to you”, he said just above a whisper, as if he didn’t even want me to hear it.

“well, i would like to think it’s due to how amazing of a girlfriend i was”, i said sarcastically as i copied his posture, studying the ceiling with him as if we were stargazing.

he snorted sarcastically, which admittedly, slightly hurt.

“what was that for!? i wasn’t that bad”, i said in disbelief, sitting up slightly as i stared at him with a shocked expression.

he side-eyed me, and i could almost notice a smirk playing on his features. “you were fuckin’ psycho, y/n”

i hit his chest, rolling my eyes as i laid back down, accidentally resting my head on his shoulder.

i thought he might shrug me off, but instead he extended his arm around me.

we were now cuddling.

i can’t remember us cuddling much even when we dated.

he said he hated the unnecessary heat coming from my body, though i would always wake up to him spooning me, or squeezing me to near death like i was his plushy.

“i was only psycho because you gave me reasons to be”, i retorted, knowing it was only partly true.

it’s true that, in my reckless and hormonal teenage-hood, i could be extremely jealous and possessive. but he could have worked out less, or gotten a bad haircut, or done something to get the girls to stop fawning over him.

the only thing that pushed away the flocks was his shitty attitude, but i’m sure some were even more turned on by it.

“despite your beliefs, i never cheated on you once”, i know he didn’t. “hell, i never even looked at another girl besides you”, he must have meant ‘while we were together’, but i guess it was common sense that didn’t need to be specified.

still, it made my heart churn: the possibility that i was the only one who managed to capture his attention, ever.

the idea gave me a disgusting sense of importance. one so suffocating it might throw me into old habits of trying to get his approval at all costs.

instead of saying something that would ruin the moment and push him away, i hummed in response as i turned to wrap around his warm, and slightly sweaty torso.

thankfully, because of his quirk, he never smelled bad. if anything, i think the sweet-scented sweat made him just that much more intoxicating.

the hand he had wrapped around me rubbed soothing circles into my shoulder, and i could tell by his quickening heartbeat and uneven breath, that even the great Katsuki was capable of feeling nervous.

“i miss this”, he says softly, and i’m sure it is a sentence he will regret muttering in the morning — when he’s not affected by the drowsiness and hypnagogia.

my heart skips a beat as i continue tracing the lines of his muscles, “you do?” is all i can say to not reveal my own feelings on the matter.

“do you?”, he asks instantly, so much so i’m not even sure he meant to say it aloud.

he grabs my tracing hand with his free one, bringing it up to his face as he kisses at my palm, and each section of each finger, the kisses becoming more hungry as he digs his face into my touch like an abandoned hound.

i can only utter his name, my voice shaky as i mindlessly inch my face closer to his.

his usually angry eyes almost look like they are pleading now.

his arm has now moved to my waist as he tries to pull me closer, our chests touching not being enough.

his other hand moves to the back of my neck as he pushes my face down on his. he hungrily nips at my lips, and if i wasn’t so used to his touch i would think he was trying to devour me whole.

we hadn’t kissed like this in such a long time. even during this weird arrangement of ours that had been going on for months, we’d only lock our lips for the sake of muffling the moans and gasps.

as he pulled me in even closer, my shirt now having ridden up almost completely — my chest the only thing stopping it in place, i was now straddling him as he moved his hand to somewhere more interesting than my bare waist.

he squeezed my ass and i let out a gasp to which he only deepened the kiss, stealing the air from my lungs.

i wasn’t sure whether i was feeling lightheaded because he was so inebriating or because of the lack of oxygen going to my brain.

but my judgment was clouded, that was for sure.

i didn’t even want to think of what would happen between us in the morning. perhaps he really was just using psychological tricks to get me to sleep with him tonight. i definitely wouldn’t put it past him.

but i couldn’t care enough right now. i just wanted his touch. i needed it. i had missed it for so long. not the lustful, mindless one i’d been feeling recently, but this — the hungry, desperate touch that leaves bruises in places no bruises should be.

he detaches himself from my lips and moves to nipping on my jaw, and my neck.

i hung my head in the space where his neck and shoulder connect, breathing heavily and whining right into his ear as he teeths at that sweet spot he knew so well of.

he bucks his hips up, searching for even the slightest friction as he continues working on my collar area.

i close my eyes, trying to stop the dizzying feeling in my head. but breathing him in while listening to his quickened heartbeat doesn’t do much to help.

he pulls away, forcing my hips down onto his own and causing me to sit up as i use his heaving chest as an anchor.

he squeezes my bare thighs, his fingers hooking themselves around the waistband of my underwear. he pulls on it softly as if testing the elasticity, his red eyes gleaming at me hungrily.

“did you know i was coming? is that why you only wore this?”, he gruffly said, still playing with the waistband of my panties as his other hand rubbed my back, riding up my tank-top even higher.

i think he knew this was just how i always slept, that it had nothing to do with him. but in this moment, he must have just needed to hear me say it: yes, katsuki, all of this is for you.

so i did, ignoring the fact that it wasn’t true.

he closed his eyes for a moment before sitting upright, holding me to his chest so i wouldn’t fall off as he readjusted us both.

“i’ll make it worth your while”, he said reassuringly, cupping my face with his calloused hand, giving my cheeks a squeeze as he planted a kiss on the tip of my nose.

melting at his touch as i always did, i rested my forehead against his as he looked down at his boxers, trying to pull them down with my legs still straddling him.

i lifted myself up to allow him space as he finally managed to kick them off.

i sat back down, his sprung up cock twitching between our torsos.

he stroked it once, the precum leaking onto my bare stomach as he slapped it against me.

i felt myself leaking on his lap, grinding on him, desperate to feel him inside me, but playing it off as just readjusting myself.

but he knew the truth.

he knew i needed him just as badly as he did me, maybe even more.

he slowly pulled my top off, admiring the way my tits bounced at the motion.

he squeezed my waist, muttering a curse under his breath as we locked eyes again.

“d’you have a condom?”, i asked as i ran a finger through his hair, watching as his eyebrows knitted at the pulling sensation.

“fuck”, he said more clearly now as his head fell, and i knew what the answer was. at least i was now sure he didn’t come here just to fuck.

i shook my head reassuringly, “i’ll get the morning-after pill tomorrow” i knew it was a dumb idea. even in that drunken passion haze, i knew it. i knew it was too risky, and that those things were only about 90% effective — and that is if i remembered to take it on time.

but i couldn’t pass on this opportunity. i couldn’t let him just go home after all of this.

Katsuki was smart, he knew it was a dumb idea, too. but he stayed quiet, nodding silently as he once again started playing with the band of my panties.

i planted soft kisses on his temple, nipping on his ear knowing it was one of his many weaknesses.

he let out a long sigh, mumbling something about ripping off my underwear.

they were an expensive pair, so i’m not sure why i agreed to it, nodding vigorously as i mumbled his name desperately.

like it was just a piece of string, he ripped them off swiftly, pulling them out from under me and throwing them somewhere to the side.

i once again rested on his forehead, watching as he slowly pumped his thick cock against my folds, squealing at the sensation.

we both knew there was no need for further foreplay. maybe when we were younger, we would take hours getting each other off with just our hands and mouths before finally sealing the deal.

but now, there was no need. not only because we were both as horny as one could be, but because we were also so exhausted. unsure whether it was due to the fact that it was nearly 4am and we were running on almost zero hours of sleep, or simply because we were getting older and didn’t have the same stamina we did when we were eighteen or nineteen.

he grabbed my thigh with one hand, lifting me off slightly as i grabbed his shoulder for support, squirming as he rubbed his tip all over my leaking pussy before finally sliding it in completely.

i let out a loud whine, hiding my face into his hair as he kept both hands on my ass.

i wrapped my arms around his neck and he kissed my shoulder, “you good?” he asked as he moved one hand to rub my upper arm in comfort.

i nodded as i let out a sigh, mumbling his name and a pathetic command to fill me up.

he listened, of course, rocking his hips up into me as he simultaneously lifted me off himself, trying to create a rhythm between the two movements.

“c’mon baby, ride me. you know how well you do it”, he almost begged. praise wasn’t something Katsuki practiced in our bedroom life, ever. if anything, he did the opposite. but i think in this moment, he was too exhausted to carry both our loads and get himself off at the same time.

i obliged, lifting myself off him slowly and dropping back down. he desperately bucked into me, unsatisfied with the speed i was going at.

i swirled my hips on him, as if i was tracing patterns with the movement. he let out a broken whine, sinking his head into my chest as i finally picked up the speed.

the sound of skin slapping skin echoed around the room, and i was sure i would get noise complaints from the neighbors in the morning.

he left wet kisses on my chest, breathing heavily as i continued bouncing on him.

i was starting to get tired, my pace faltering as i whined nonsense into his ear. “you fill me up so good, ‘tsuki”, i knew the effect my dumb nicknames had on him.

he always pretended to hate it, and only wanted me to call him by his name. but i always noticed the way his eyes would glint when i’d throw a petname into our conversations.

he suddenly wrapped his arms tightly around my torso, stopping my ability to move as he started pounding into me. the bed was creaking, and i’m pretty sure we even managed to push it from its position as i tried to grab onto the wall behind it.

i let out a loud moan as i wrapped myself around him again, feeling his thick cock fill me up as it pulsated inside of me.

his length hit the deepest part of my insides, and the rhythmic pounding of that sweet spot overwhelmed me with pleasure as i heaved desperately into his ear.

“don’t stop, Katsuki”, i whimpered into his ear, letting out more moans as i dug my fingernails into his back to try and suppress the feeling, but to no avail.

he groaned, holding me tightly as he suddenly turned us around so i was lying underneath him.

he kept up the pace, resting his forehead against mine as he stared into my eyes.

i let out a cry of pleasure, my breath hitching as my heaving mixed with the mumbling of his name and pleads to keep going.

he didn’t stop, but over time his thrusts became sloppy. i watched his face distort in pleasure as he closed his eyes to focus on the thrusts, resting his head in the crook of my neck.

“don’t stop, baby, i’m so close”, the only words of encouragement i could think of in this moment. i ran my hand through his hair, pulling his head up so he could see how good he was making me feel.

he let out a desperate whine, coating my chest with peppered kisses as he kept thrusting into me.

now the sound of squelching and mixed liquids filled the room, along with our desperate wails of pleasure.

“fill m’up with your cum, baby. ‘want to feel you inside”, i whimpered incoherently, pulling him in closer as i wrapped my legs around his hips.

he let out a groan as his pace quickened once more. he held one arm besides my head, propping himself up — while he slithered the other one down to my heat, rubbing my clit until i couldn’t tell whether i was moaning out of pleasure or pain.

the combined sensation of his sex filling me up and his rough fingers overworking my clit proved to be too much as i unraveled all over him, crying out his name desperately as i clung onto him.

his breathing started getting heavier as he kept pumping into me, trying to bring himself to a finish as he rode out my own.

i moaned words of encouragement into his ear, peppering kisses on his jaw and neck until i finally felt his cock twitching inside of me.

he let out a prolonged moan as his semen squirted inside of me, Katsuki pumping himself inside a few more times to ride out the orgasm.

i felt the juices leak out of me as he tiredly pulled out, still lying on-top of me as he tried to pull the blanket over us.

he kept his head sunken in the crook of my neck, his breathing easing as he muttered something incomprehensible.

i brushed through his hair, listening to his calm breathing and feeling his heartbeat slow down to a normal speed.

“i missed you too, ‘tsuki”, i spoke softly, not even sure whether he was still awake to hear it.

[strawberrylore]

I said I was going to write a story based on how I just got my heart broken and I’m pulling a fanfic move and moving back to my hometown.

Pairing: Logan Howlett x Reader

Written on phone at 3AM, while heartbroken.

Might suck but feedback and constructive critism is always welcomed. Just be nice.

Possibly might do a part 2. Possible happy ending, depending on the mood I’m feeling.

Song on blast as I’m writing this is August.

You Were Never Mine

You knew it was going to happen. You felt it deep inside, you just chose to ignore it. You held on to false hope, thinking that maybe you were just overthinking it. He had started being distant. You thought that maybe he was just busy, or had a lot on his mind.

But you knew deep down that wasn’t the case. You just hadn’t expected that it had something to do with her.

You thought he had gotten over it, but you were wrong. He was wrong.

But what could you do? You can’t force him to stay. You can’t force him to love you the way you love him. You let him go easily.

But your heart still yearns for him. You hadn’t seen him in a few weeks. He was sent on a mission by Charles. You had planned to tell him that you loved him when he came back. You had wanted to cook him dinner, make something he had always wanted to try.

But when he came back, he didn’t really talk to you. You felt something was off, you had even told your friends back home about it, but you thought it was just that the mission hadn’t gone the way he wanted it to.

But how wrong you were. He had sat you down and told you the heartbreaking news.

“I’m sorry. I thought I was over her, but I was wrong.”

Your world shattered as you heard those words come out of his mouth. Tears instantly clouded your eyes.

“What?”

He looked down and took a deep breath.

“I’m not over her. And I can’t continue on with you if I’m not over her. It’s not fair to you.”

Tears were falling from your eyes. You took a deep breath and putting your head in your hands.

“I’ve been thinking about her. This. For weeks. I’m sorry. I know you didn’t want to hear this but I can’t drag you along.” He tried to take ahold of your hand but you pushed him away. You sat up abruptly.

You didn’t want to face him. You couldn’t, lest you breakdown even further.

“I appreciate your honesty Logan. I really do. Thank you for letting me know before this could’ve turned much more serious.”

In reality, you and Logan had been seeing each other for 4 months. Before that you had feelings for him. But he was with Jean.

They had ended badly. He didn’t date anyone for months but he had asked you out.

You foolishly thought that she wasn’t going to affect him and his relationships anymore.

“In reality Logan. I felt this coming. Just didn’t expect it to be because of her.”

He looked down, he looked guilty.

“I hope you can figure it out Logan. I’m glad you told me. Don’t worry about me. I should’ve been prepared for it.” Your voice failed you, but you didn’t turn to look at Logan’s reaction.

“Again. I’m so sorry.” Logan stood, trying to step closer to you, but you didn’t let him.

“I know. But that’s okay. I can’t force you to be in a relationship when you aren’t in it fully.” You move further, wanting to step out of his room.

“I wish things were different. I really like you, but I know that if we kept going, I’ll only break your heart.” Logan said. He sounded conflicted. But he knew he had to be honest with you.

“I know what you mean. I’m glad you were honest with me.” You started to head out.

“I wish you luck.”

You don’t know why, but that shattered whatever remaining hope that maybe, just maybe, he’ll come to his senses and realize that everything he could ever want was right in front of him. You shake your head, trying to stop yourself from sobbing.

“You as well.”

With that, you stepped out and closed the door behind you.

You went to your room. You didn’t want anyone to see you.

As you got inside, you headed to your bathroom. You turned the sink on and splashed water on your face.

You looked in the mirror, thinking about everything that’s happened. You couldn’t take it anymore and broke down in heavy sobs, falling to the bathroom floor and hugging your knees to your chest.

You wondered why. Why did it always have to be you? You always had the worst of luck finding someone, someone who treated you with respect and love. Then you found the one, only for him to be ripped from you as well.

You couldn’t take it. You needed air.

You got off the floor, you headed to the balcony attached to your room.

You took deep breaths as you tried to calm your crying.

You needed out.

The only reason you had stayed at the mansion was for Logan. You had wanted to go back home, to your friends. To your family. But Logan was the one thing keeping you here.

Now that that’s done, you didn’t have anymore excuses. You had decided right then and there that you were going back home.

[wintersoldiersoul]

To Be With You

Summary: You won't admit that you're tired because you want to spend time with Bucky

A/N: Random little fluff moment, idk. I feel like writing just isn't coming to me easily atm but I'm trying my best

It had been a long week. Work was insanely busy and you had been up til 3am every night putting in insane hours even after leaving the office. You loved your job but weeks like this were impossible. All that you wanted to do was relax on the couch with Bucky. 

“Y/N?” He called your name as he arrived home from grabbing a drink with Steve and Sam. He walked into your office, gently coming up behind you and kissing the top of your head. “You still working?”

“Mhm,” you hummed, not taking your eyes off the computer screen. It was 11pm on a Friday and you were desperate to just curl up with your boyfriend but you had to get this done.  

Bucky sighed, hating that you had to be working so late. You were exhausted, he could tell. The circles under your eyes had gotten darker and darker as the days passed and you were taking painkillers as often as possible to offset the headaches that you had from your lack of sleep. “Baby, please just let yourself sleep,” he pleaded. He worried when you got like this, so focused and dedicated to your job that you put it above your own wellbeing. 

“I’m almost done,” you said, rapidly typing to get your final assignment of the week finished. “I just wanna finish this so I don’t have to worry about it over the weekend. Just give me 20 minutes.”

“20 minutes,” he repeated. “But then I’m cutting you off.” He wandered from the office into the kitchen and started to prepare an easy meal. He knew you well enough to know that you had probably gotten so hyper focused that you forgot to eat dinner. Taking his time, he lovingly prepared your favorite meal and set it out on the table. 20 minutes later, he re-entered the room. “Made you dinner, sweetheart,” he announced, breaking you out of your trance. 

You smiled, looking up at him. “Thank you. I just finished this up. I’ll be there in a second.” 

After you finished eating, Bucky pulled you into a tight hug. He knew that you loved your job, but he hated when it made you so busy. He felt like he had barely seen you at all in a week with you waking up and going to work at 8 every morning and staying up in your home office for hours on end every night. He pulled you into him, allowing himself to relish the feeling of having you in his arms. You relaxed into his touch, letting your tired body slump against him. “Missed you, Jamie,” you mumbled into his chest. 

“Missed you too, honey. Let’s get you into bed, okay?” 

You pulled away, shaking your head. “No, I wanna spend time with you. We can watch a movie?” 

Bucky smiled. He knew that you were on your last legs, sleep begging to take over your body. But he also knew that you were as stubborn as a mule and no matter how much he protested, you wouldn’t back down. 

“We can watch a movie tomorrow, sweetheart,” he answered, his eyes sparkling with care.  Might as well try, he thought. 

“But I miss you. Want to be with you now. Awake with you.” You were like a toddler refusing to go to bed. And Bucky knew arguing would get him nowhere. “Alright,” he sighed, leading you to the couch. 

You quickly situated yourself against his body, trying to soak up his presence while he put on your favorite movie. His mental hand stroked your hair gently. This is what you had been wanting all week. To just be in the arms of your boyfriend, not thinking about work, or life, or anything other than the bubble that the two of you were in. As badly as you wanted sleep, you just wanted to be with him even more.

“Did you have fun with the guys?” You asked, the audio of the movie fading into the background.

He shrugged. “Yeah it was nice. Couldn’t wait to get back home to you though. I’m sorry work has been so crazy.” He hated when you were stressed. He loved you so much it was as if your stress was his own. He wished more than anything that he could take it all away from you.

You smiled lazily, shifting so that your head was resting in his lap. “It is what it is.” He started to play with your hair, running the soft strands through his hands. “That feels nice,” you hummed, closing your eyes. 

“Baby, let’s get into bed,” he pleaded. Bucky just wanted you to get some rest.

You opened your eyes, re-orienting yourself to the light of the room. “No. I’m not even tired.” 

He laughed at your stubbornness, especially because of how painfully obvious your exhaustion was. He knew this was a fight he would never win. He also had to admit that it was adorable seeing you like this. So tired but so desperate to just be with him. “What am I gonna do with you, princess?” 

“I don’t know what you mean,” you yawned. “I’m wide awake.” 

“Sure,” he responded. “And I have two flesh arms.” 

“No one likes a liar, James Buchannan Barnes,” you scolded. 

He chuckled at your response. “Hey, takes one to know one,” he teased. “Baby why won’t you just admit that you want to go to bed?”

“Because,” you whined. “I’ve barely seen you this week and I just want to be with you now. I want to spend time together and be awake and feel you holding me.” 

“We have all weekend to do that, honey,” he reassured you. 

You sighed. “I know, but what if you get called on a mission unexpectedly and then we don’t actually get to spend any time together and then next week I’m still just as busy and suddenly we haven’t seen each other in two weeks?” It was a fear that you constantly had, that Bucky would get called away without warning. It had happened too many times before that you could never get the worry out of your head. 

“Oh honey,” he answered, going back to stroking your hair. “I can’t promise you that’s not going to happen. I wish I could. But the possibility of that happening right now is pretty low. We have eyes on all of our threats already. Work’s been surprisingly slow, actually.” 

His words didn’t automatically erase your fears. Anything could change in a second or a new world threatening enemy could pop up. But you were happy to hear that at least there was no immediate responsibility. “Okay,” you resigned. “I’m so tired.”

Bucky couldn’t help but giggle at you finally admitting defeat. “Alright. Let’s get you into bed.” 

[arathejedi394]

i remember being so engrosed in this novel that at 1am and 2am and 3am the facility techs checked on me bc I was still awake reading it. they were like "Are you okay?" and I was like "this book is amazing I'm just having a great time reading it I'm not like in a self-harm mood or anything it's just a good book."

it's such a good book. i was kept up enthralled by this book. and I got to read a special collector's edition?? are you kidding me??? vanessa riley is one of my most favorite authors from this one book. so like stop whatever you're doing okay and either buy this book or check it out from your local library. it's beautiful. it's sublime. and I don't use sublime lightly!!!

for Black History Month i wanna recommend one of my favorite books, Sister Mother Warrior by Vanessa Riley

i had the privilege of reading a special edition of this book while at a medical residential facility in 2023. let me tell you, it's beautiful. i have synesthesia and to me this book was an explosion of color. god the mangos!!! if you have a single spare minute spend it this month reading Sister Mother Warrior.

[takumaswife]

first off, LOVE that you're coming back, I'm so happy that you've started writing again, good job 🩷

I've literally been so DESPERATE for a Bangchan smut fic (idol au)

what do you think of a 'one night stand/casual sex turns into something more' trope?

something along the lines of chan running into reader (or yn or whatever) at a restaurant when he's with the 97 liners and she's w her group, a late leaving situation turns hot and messy leading to sex at chan's dorm.

ik it's too specific but I can literally visualise the entire event taking place hehe

only work on it if YOU want to, no pressure love 🌻🚬

One More Taste - Bang Chan

Genre: idolxidol, fem!reader, SMUT, and some fluff.

Word count: 3063

MASTERLIST

A/n: I'm so sorry if this is bad. I wanted it to be perfect because this is actually the first smut I've written since I was like..14 and on wattpad (those were crazy times💀) but I hope you enjoy!

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"Come on, Y/n, we've been working so hard, we deserve a night out." Your group mates begged. It was true, the long nights of practice. The staying up until 3am to perfect the songs. To constant interviews that you just couldn't say no to. Being the leader was tougher than it looked. Looking at the four faces surrounding you, you sighed and nodded your head. "Fine, we can go. But remember, if you get drunk, you sleep in the bathtub." You spoke firmly, looking at each girl. There had been a few times everyone went out to celebrate special moments in your career, and someone always got too drunk that they would get sick.

Everyone decided to go to a nice restaurant in Hongdae. It was nice enough to have even a private area for idols and celebrities so they could also enjoy time out. Talking to your manager, you told him to be on call since the younger members tended to drink more and would need a ride at some point. You also just wanted him to deal with their antics while you got to relax. They did beg you to come out, so why should you have to babysit.

"Who else do you think might be there?" Dae asked. Everyone was currently in the shared dorm bathroom, doing hair and makeup. "Hm, what if we see Taemin, or even Johnny and Mark!" Yunhee shouted. You chuckled at how excited they were of the possible chance of running into their favs at the restaurant. "If you see anyone, you can say hi, but the moment you start getting crazy, you're out." You spoke to the two younger ones. They immediately started pouting. You understood how excited they were, but with being the leader, you had to keep your group in check and make sure they acted right for the groups image.

"Well, it's Saturday night, Hongdae will be filled with other idols, so I have hope!" Dae spoke with a smirk. You rolled your eyes, continuing on your hair. Your makeup was more natural looking instead of super bold. Maybe for a club you would do more bolder, but for a relaxing night, you just wanted something simple. You gave yourself loose curls and picked a long sleeve, short black dress with an open back. A little modest but little risky, just your style.

Taking a last look in the mirror, you smiled at the sight. You felt pretty, comfortable, and confident. The diamond set of earrings, necklace, and bracelet decorated your body. "Oh, someone looks like she's trying to find a man tonight." Venus spoke with a smirk as she peaked into the bathroom. You immediately shook your head and smiled at her. "Even if i did want a man, I don't think he's ready for four kids." You teased, causing her to laugh. You grabbed your bag and followed her out of the dorm. Your manager had a black SUV waiting for the five of you at the front.

The car ride was filled with the girls talking about the night out and how excited they were. You, however, scrolled through your phone, looking at Instagram. Despite the idea that Idols should only follow their company and members, you followed other idols and different celebrities. You just found it boring seeing only the few posts your members would make. You wanted to watch other idols' lives.

"We are here. Now, rules." Your manager spoke as he turned around to face everyone in the back seat. "No crazy stunts, stay together, if you feel unsafe at any moment, call me. And for the love of everything.. stay out of paparazzi's way.. we don't need a scandal just as your careers are starting to take off." He explained, rubbing his head as he was stressed. All making a promise to be good, you all stepped out of the SUV.

The restaurant had a special entrance in the back alleyway for idols and celebrities, away from fans and photographers. As your group walked in, yall were greeted by the private dining manager who showed your group to your table. "Ladies, take a look at our menu and your server will be with you shortly."

Looking through the menu, everyone was conflicted on what to order. "The wagyu sounds great." Yunhee spoke, continuing to look. "I might actually just do the Rosemary chicken, I heard it was pretty popular from reviews." Joli spoke. You, yourself was conflicted. Everything sounded delicious.

"Good evening, ladies." The waitress greeted as she sat glasses of ice water in front of each of you. "My name is Sohee, I'll be serving you tonight. Can I start you off with any drinks?" She asked as she took out her notepad to write everything down. Everyone ordered a little cocktail as well as appetizers to share.

So far the evening was going well, and the appetizers were amazing. When it came to ordering your entree, you were still indecisive. You asked to go last. But it was only a minute or two until she was back to you. "Uh.." you were still trying to decide. "I would recommend the 'Marry Me Chicken', it's very good." You heard a male voice behind you. Turning around, you were starstruck seeing Chan. He was someone you looked up to during your trainee days. You were always watching his lives when you had time and listening to their music. "O-oh, then yes, I'll try that." You responded. The waitress nodded and stepped away to put in your orders and get everyone another round of cocktails.

"Let me know what you think after you try it." Chan spoke, only earning a nod from you. You were flustered and shy, the girls of your group immediately teasing you. Chan smiled as he walked over to their table, the whole group waiting for his arrival. "At least one of us got to see our fav." Joli smirked, your cheeks heating up from the embarrassment.

Dinner was going well, the food was actually very good. The drinks were fantastic. It was more of an evening than you could have asked for. "Well, I told manager that I was going out tonight so. You girls in?" Venus asked as she stood up after collecting the card the company gave them to use for tonight. The rest of the girls agreed to clubbing, but you decided to skip out.

As the girls left, you got up from the table and walked to the bar the restaurant had. You sat on the stool and looked at the options. You didn't drink much during dinner so you thought about making up for it by staying a drinking a bit more. "Can I get a mojito?" You asked, the bartender nodded and started on your drink.

"So, how was the chicken?" You heard a voice behind you. You turned to see Chan taking the stool next to you. "Oh, it was absolutely delicious. Thank you." The bartender sat down your drink and you immediately took a sip. "I never formally introduced myself, I'm Chan." He held out his hand. You immediately took it and gave a small shake, "Y/n. I'm actually a big fan." You responded. You could see Chan's face turn red as he smiled softly. "Oh really? I could say the same thing. I like your recent comeback a lot. You guys have grown so much since your debut, you're doing amazing." The compliment took you back. He liked your music? He was a fan? "Well thank you, I appreciate it. Hearing it from you, definitely makes me feel like we're going in a great direction."

You and Chan spent about an hour talking and drinking. Both your groups had vanished and the two of you were left alone. Somewhere during the chat, the two of you started taking shots. And with you being not a casual drinker, you felt the effects of the alcohol fast. Even Chan was slurring a few words as he spoke.

"I'm sorry, guy, but I'm not going to be able to serve you two anymore." The bartender informed you two. You and Chan instantly frowned and started collecting your things. Chan ended up paying for all the drinks as you were taking out your card, making you glare at him. "Christopher, Nooo~" You whined. Chan only laughed and signed the receipt. "Come on." He laughed as he led you out the back door through the special entrance.

"I wish we could have drank more. I was enjoying your company." You pouted, crossing your arms over your chest. An idea popped into Chan's head. "We can go to my dorm! We have lots of soju and a few hard liquors that Hyunjin won't mind us borrowing." He offered. You didn't think it was a good idea, your manager warned you about being caught for any scandals. But the alcohol taking over your body said, a few drinks wouldn't hurt.

Well, what was supposed to be a few drinks ended up with your body pressed to the wall and Chan's lips devouring your neck. Moans filled the room as he found your sweet spot. The sound only made the devil in Chan come out, marking the spot in the deepest shade of purple he could. The bulge in his pants pressed against your thigh, his own moans flowing as your thigh rubbed against his hard on.

Chan realized the game you were playing and pulled away. He glanced your body up and down, biting his lip. He needed you. Chan picked your body up and threw you onto his bed before towering over you. His lips back onto your neck before trailing down to your chest. You felt him going further down until his head was between your legs, face to face with your clothed core. The wet patch on the fabric had his cock pulsing in the confinement of his pants.

Sliding your panties down your legs, he threw them aside, now lost somewhere in his room. He immediately started eating you out. His tongue moving through your folds to collect every drip of your juices. Your taste was addicting to him. Without thinking, you immediately started grinding your core into his face, wanting more of him. "F-fuck~" You moaned, your fingers finding their way into his hair. Chan tongue teased your clit, making your back arch from the feeling. Not having an orgasm in quite a while, you were already close. Chan knew you were close once your thighs tightened around his head. He wanted to make you wait, but he was enjoying your taste more than he thought. Within seconds, you cumming on his face to which you only recieved a groan. Chan pulled away from your core, your slick covering his lips.

Reaching up, you pulled Chan down with all your might, "please fuck me." You begged, you needed more. You wanted more of him. Chan enjoyed seeing you beg for his cock. It boosted his ego. Sitting up, Chan removed his clothes as well as yours, throwing them in the room to be lost like your panties were.

His cock was bigger than you thought. And definitely bigger than the last men you were with. He spit into his hand and stroked his cock, looking down at your wet core that was aching for him. "Are you sure you want to go this far?" He asked. You only nodded and spread your legs wider. Chan chuckled and aligned himself with your entrance, slowly pushing his cock into you. A loud moan flowed from your lips as he filled you up. Fuck, he was big. Even your secret toys weren't this big.

Slowly, Chan started moving his hips against yours, wanting you to get use to the feeling before he picked up his pace. It only took one moan for him to lose himself. His hip were slamming against yours, the feeling almost immediately making him cum. You felt very different from his hand which is all he had lately due to being so busy and not really having someone in general to fuck. His hands held your hips up at an angle, fucking you deeper than before. The tip of his cock beating against your g-spot was pushing you over the edge. But even if you came, Chan wasn't stopping until he was pleased with how much cum he filled you with. Leaning down, Chan took one of your nipples in his mouth. Sucking and tugging on the sensitive bud. Your voice would be hoarse tomorrow from all the lewd sounds your were screaming out. Chan made sure your nipple was swollen and puffy before switching to the other. Your back arched from the pleasure and you could tell you were about to cum. "C-chan-" You tried to speak but we're just interrupted by your moans.

Chan ignored you, wanting to feel you cover his dick with your juices. All it took was for his thumb to tease your clit as he fucked you that gave you one of the most intense orgasms you've had in a very long time. Chan pulled away with a smirk. The man above you was different. His eyes were darker, his voice deeper. "I'm not finished with you." Sitting up, Chan removed his member from your core and moved off the bed, standing at the edge. He held your hips, growling as he pulled you towards him. Lifting one leg your rest up against his torso, he aligned his member back at your entrance, teasing with his tip. Chan laughed as he saw you whimpering everytime his tip passed your hole.

Once he was sure you weren't expecting it, he shove his cock into you, immediately rolling his against yours. The bed now banging against the wall with how hard he was fucking you. You really hope Hyunjin didn't come home because you would be so embarrassed having to leave and him seeing you in a messy state.

Chan's fingers began playing with your clit, your body shaking again with the amount of pleasure. You would have to remind yourself to tell him how it was the best sex you've had. You were but off when you felt a hand wrap around your throat. Looking up, Chan was staring down deep into your eyes. "Look at me. I want to see that look in your eyes when I make you cum." He growled lowly. Being the shy person you were, it was absolutely little hard to have a stare down with a man, let alone a gorgeous man. But everytime you looked away, Chan forced your eyes back on him. His fingers would tighten around your neck everytime you tried to look away as a warning.

Chan knew you were close as he felt your core constricting against his cock. It was pushing him to the edge just as much as the clit teasing was pushing you. The moment Chan saw you were on the edge, he slammed his cock up against your g-spot, mentally wishing he could leave a bruise. Almost as if he was claiming you in and out. Your body convulse with the orgasm, your eyes focusing on Chan's before rolling back. Chan released his load right into you, filling you up. You watch as his dark eyes started to lighten from his orgasm.

The only sound in the room was your two heavy breathings. You two just laid there for a moment, your eyes on each other's but it was more soft than lustful. Pressing a small kiss to your forehead, Chan pulled out, watching his load drip from your swollen pussy.

Leaning down, he locked the dripping cum up from your slit and smirked. Your mind was in a date. What the fuck just happened. You sat up and looked around, biting your lip. You were pulled from your thoughts when you saw blue fabric in front of your face. "Here, you can put this on." Chan spoke, handing you one of his oversized shirts. Quickly you slipped it on as you felt shy. He also gave you pajama pants to borrow as he also changed.

You were expecting him to kick you out, but when he laid down and pulled you into his arms, his hand rubbing your tummy, you got confused. Chan didn't say a word, he just continued to hold you before wrapping the bed covers over your bodies.

The next morning you woke up, an arm wrapped around you tightly. All the flashbacks coming back from the night before. You slowly turned around to see the male already staring at you. "G'morning." He spoke. His voice hoarse from sleep. You went to speak but your voice was almost non-existent. Chan chuckled and kissed the side of your head.

You and Chan laid there for a few hours before deciding to get up. You knew you needed to get back to your dorm, considering all the calls and text you missed on your phone. You texted your manager where to pick you up. "Uh, thanks for the...fun night?" You questioned, not really knowing what to call it. "Oh, no. Thank you. It was..very fucking good." He replied, causing you to laugh. As you got to the door of his dorm, you got awkward and didn't know what to say. So Chan took the leader. "Would you like to go to dinner sometime? Like just us? We don't have to do all..what we did last night of course. I just really enjoyed us talking at the restaurant last night." Thinking over his words, you nodded and handed him your phone. He put in his number and handed it back. "I'll text you." You spoke before leaving the dorm.

It was the walk of shame to your managers car. "You have to be kidding me.." He groaned as he started driving you back to your dorm. "At least we take birth control." You mumbled.

As Chan made his way back to his room, Hyunjin looked at him and rolled his eyes. "You could at least let me know not to come home. For fuck sakes, dude, you two sounded like actual fucking animals in heat." Hyunjin shouted as he went back to his room, slamming the door. Chan only laughed and walked into his own room, waiting for your text.

[sweetieviktor]

viktor x librarian! reader (headcanons + tiny scenarios) part 1

summary: how you've meet each other, when you feel in love and your first exchange of "i love you"s.

content warning: just tooth rotting fluff and cuteness between those two. :D

author notes: i know that sooo many people writed this same idea but i can't help it, it's just so cute and so good to write!! when i was writing, the words came almost instantly and gods, i love to write fluff so much!! oh, and today, when i was re-reading this with my friend i was thinking the whole time "damn i love him" ((and i was awoken until 3am yesterday trying to finish this one but i feel sleep and couldn't end it, but i finished it this morning and now, at night time, im posting in here! anyways, hope you guys like it. :) (there is more of this concept if you want to see it too! heres the link for part 2!)

» the moment the doors hang open, you turn to see who it is, and as you do so, the whole world stops.

» the prettiest man you've ever seen in your life just came into the library you work in. literally, the prettiest man.

» the way his fluffy hair falls around his face and his curious eyes keep looking at everything, scanning all corners of the room, every little thing he can, shining whenever he sees something he likes.

» and his boyish little smile, barely showing his teeth, that he was giving while talking to a furry someone just by his side.

“oh hi, dear friend!” waving, heimerdinger spoke, walking with tiny, fast steps in your direction, pausing when he was close to you. meanwhile the boy beside him was walking a little slower, his cane thudding softly against the floor.

he stopped near the yordle and looked at your face, giving a polite smile, offering to you his non-occupied hand, and you shaked it, giving him a smile of yours. “i’m viktor, heimerdinger's assistant. he said you could help me with some resources i might need, and i would very much appreciate any help your books could provide.”

“i hope you don't mind him coming here to do some researches, friend. he may come here often!” the yordle laughed, looking between the two of you and then walking away.

“ehhh.. so, do you have any books about-”

» basically, this is how you and viktor knew each other, through a friend in common. and, from this day on, he came to the library more and more often.

» at first, he just showed up, asked for a book you could provide and got out of the establishment. then, he tried to strike up a small talk with you whenever he was waiting for you to look up said books. now, he just straight up rants about any experiment he may be doing at the time.

» and if you're genuinely interested in his rant, he could go for hours just explaining every little detail to you, and he would love every second of it.

» because now he is a regular, you just analyze what he is up to in the most recent days and choose some books that might be useful to him, putting them in the drawer, below the reception desk. and when this happened for the first time he was almost flustered, because you cared enough to look up, sort and search for things that he didn't even asked for.

when you heard the door swing open, you looked at it's direction, smiling as you realized who it was. “hey, viktor! welcome again!” it was the third time this week he got to the library, looking for the same type of books, so you just worked a bit ahead this time. “i don't know if it is exactly what you need but i think that you could use these ones, they have some information you might like.”

“but i still didn't ask for anything..?” he stared at you with a puzzled face, trying to understand why you were giving him those.

“i just think it goes along with your research. also, i wanted to help.” you shrugged, smiling brightly at him.

and maybe this was when he thought for the first time “damn.. i might be in love.”

» after this, he always tried to stay closer to you, to say things you might like, to show you that he cared for you just as much as you cared for him.

» he even brought coffee (he got sweet milk for himself) and pastries for you both to share one day. and this was for sure one of the best excuses to transform a boring afternoon with no clients, into a lazy reading session, this, of course, until a client came and ruined the cutesy atmosphere between the two of you.

» of course he thought about asking you out before, but it was hard. he wasn't used to the feeling of love, of liking someone so deeply like this. so what could he do besides admire you everyday he was in your library? look at you with pure adoration, chuckle lightly whenever you said something that wasn't even that funny, and after it all just show you the most beautiful, bright and in love smile.

» he didn't like to belittle himself, but he really think you would be better with someone that wasn't him. you were so different, yet so alike him, it almost felt like it was meant to be.

» then, in one of his “oh, i will stay here for 15 more minutes and then i'll go home” times (that never lasted 15 minutes, to be honest), it was almost closing time, all of your coworkers were in their homes, no more clients in, simply, not a soul in there. only you both.

» you kept looking in his direction from afar, thinking to yourself how could you get someone so intelligent, so brilliant, so beautiful, so... him. you knew what you wanted, but again, it was hard. and, if saying your feelings out loud was way too scary, writing it all down seemed easier. so, you picked up a pen and a paper, writing in it everything that was inside your chest, your heart. you poured all your feelings into every word that you scribbled down.

» until you heard him packing up his stuff. you started to panic, and now there was only two options, leave the paper as it was and try to act neutral, or try to hide it and look even more nervous? well, there's no time to think! he was already in front of you while your head was spiraling nonstop.

“hey... you are fine? you look stressed.” he examined your face, tilting his head to the side, admiring every little feature of yours. your pretty eyes, your nose, your kissable lips...

“yes! i'm completely fine, no need to worry!” you put your hands on top of the little confession, smiling anxiously, hoping that he don't notice the sweet words you wrote down just for him.

“oh, what did you got there?” he looked at the paper, then at you, and back to paper. on a common day you would like to have his focus only on you, but it was making you even more nervous now, your stomach was turning itself, your hands were cold and trembling. and when he noticed it, he took your hand in his, and you could feel that he was shaking too. “hey... look,” he took a deep breath, almost like he didn't want to continue, like he was still choosing the right words to say. “i understand that some things we just want to keep them personal, only for ourselves. so, ehh, you don't have to show me what you wrote.”, he said with a nervous smile displayed on his lips, while caressing your knuckles with an almost feather-like touch, too afraid to ruin the moment and lose you right now.

and you didn't want to lose him too. even with your brain telling you that you shouldn't tell him, your heart knew you needed to say it, breaking itself or not. so it was now or never. “well... recently i've been thinking about our friendship, about what it could possibly be, about you.” you averted your gaze to the ground, wishing that you came up with fancier words and a better way to confess to him before it all, but you couldn't turn back now. “honestly i can't stop thinking about you, it's like you consumed every logical thought in my brain, everything that wasn't... you.” finally you looked at his eyes, just to see he already looking at you, eyes finally shining for you, because of you. “i love you, viktor. with everything in me, i really love you.” it seemed so right to say these three little words to him, to let him know how you felt since the first time you've seen him.

“and i love you too.” he came closer to you, still with his hand on yours, but now holding it gently, intertwining your fingers together, pressing quickly his lips in yours, smiling in pure awe, completely lovestruck after it. “i love you more than anything, my little star.”

[sp00kymulderr]

it might be nice

Dieter Bravo x f!reader

Warnings/Tags/Notes: 18+. FEELINGS. Angst. love. just...feelings. Mention of f receiving oral, reader is a not a us-citizen (visa stuff), commitment and intimacy issues all round, did I mentioned feelings? This just kinda started writing itself, i appreciate there isn't enough Dieter in it but it is what it is. Unedited, unbeta'd.

Words: 1.1k

Summary: It's more than enough. Having what you have with him now.

"We could get married"

You look up from your book, drawn back from your far away to the sound of his voice. Dieter is looking at you expectantly.

Your eyes widen as you process the four words that just left his mouth.

"Dee, we…why would we…" You trail off, drawing your legs up and out of his lap, his thumb presses down on the arch of your foot once more before he lets it go.

The conversation had moved on hours ago. Over takeout you'd mentioned trepidation over being able to stay in the country, struggling with your visa and having no sponsorship since you couldn't seem to get a fucking job right now.

Dieter had listened, sympathised, and then eaten you out for dessert just to make you feel better about your situation.

It helped. He'd been pretty mediocre but extremely enthusiastic when you'd met, but now you'd taught him some tricks he knew just how to turn your mind off for a moment.

The conversation was finished the moment he put his mouth on you, or so you thought. He could help you pay for an extension but he wasn't influential or wealthy enough to sway the embassy into letting you stay longer.

"I'd bribe the fuck out of them if I could, you know that"

You did know that. You knew he'd do anything for you. He'd been saying it since the day he met you, once famous (more like infamous) movie star turned rehabilitated recluse with no one willing to be by his side until that day.

He'd met you in a Dennys, of all places. 3am waffles served to his lonely little corner booth because he found it hard to sleep these days, and he got hungry at random times. You took the late shifts because they paid the best, and you could be available in the day for calls from your agent that never came.

It hadn't been sexual at first. It hadn't been anything but a displaced, alone man and an exhausted, untethered waitress sitting in a booth and sharing free fries because chef made too many and they'd only go to waste. It had been whispered giggles, and sharing ridiculous Hollywood horror stories, and 'same time tomorrow' over and over again.

No one in LA had made you laugh. Not until you met him.

Dieter hadn't heard genuine laughter in years. Now he got to hear it every night.

Back in the now, you shake your head. He's being silly. He's trying to make you laugh again.

"Don't be stupid" You playfully shove his shoulder with your foot, but his face falls into a frown, and you feel a little crack in your heart at the sight. You watch as he stands, rubbing fingers across his forearm and muttering a little 'Stupid, yeah'. The tremor you feel inside you is nameless, and you will it to remain that way.

In the last six months of your knowing each other, there have been times when you've felt this same feeling. An ache at the thought that he could be anything other than happy. You'd long since left Dennys for the upward trajectory of the Cheesecake Factory but still when the late shift rolls around you feel a tug at your lips and a name on them, even when you'd seen him only hours before.

You're not an item, that's the thing. You're not a couple. Neither of you have ever said the words outright, no 'I want to be with you', 'I want to be yours'. Not to each other, at least.

It's more than enough. Having what you have with him now. It's enough, it's enough, it's enough. Enough that he will sit up all night long and read lines with you again and again and again. Enough that he tells you not to come over on his bad days but you do anyway, and hold him while he cries.

It's enough to be just this. Because more would only make it hurt more when he relapses, when you have to leave.

When you have to leave…

You close your book, set it down on the table that's strewn with pages for your latest audition. Last night he'd coached you through every single line, and then told you with passion just how perfect you were. You can hear him in the kitchen, and you know he's making himself a decaf latte with way too much caramel syrup and a dash of the kitkat sprinkles because that's what he always makes when he might be starting to crave something else.

That's how you know he wasn't making a joke. That's how you know your hurt his feelings. That and every look he's ever given you, every smile that lights up his eyes that's only been for you. That and the way his hands never stray far from you, always grounding himself with the touch of your skin to his.

"Dee…" You pad up to him slowly, watch as he tenses at your presence. Another prickle in your chest, you can't let him think you don't feel...what it is that you feel.

"Would it be so bad?" He asks without turning, the tinge of dejection in his tone making you reach out. "I'd treat you good, you know. We wouldn't even have to live together or anything…it can just be a way for you to stay. That's all. I didn't think it would be so bad for you"

God, you've had him right in your grasp this whole time. The two of you dancing around your feelings all because of fears you didn't even fully realise you had til now.

"I'd- I wouldn't even tell anyone you were my wife, if you didn't want me to. I wouldn't expect anything from it. I just…fuck,"

You turn him around with a pull to his arm, shake your head and bite back something hopeful and beautiful that inches up your throat,

"I don't want you to go"

Your arms are around his middle, a stifled sob as you bury your face against the soft, worn fabric of his favourite t-shirt - your favourite by extension because everything he loves you love too. He smells like him.

You breathe him in.

He smells like home.

You look up at him and smile. Not the pretty smile you give to casting agents - the one that makes you look perfect - but the big, happy, loving one he saw the very first night you two met in that Dennys at three in the morning on a random Tuesday. The one he gives you back is the same; he's smiled a thousand times on camera, in films and press appearances and award shows. No one else but you has ever seen this smile.

You take a deep breath. The crack in your heart starts in fusing back together.

"We could get married"

[forgetmenotnympho]

‧₊˚It's 5'o clock somewhere ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

𐔌 . ⋮ hi ty .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

hi again!! nothings bett3r than a kiss or two from clark kent... oh 3xcept for maybe a kiss or two from clark kent while bruc3 wayne calls you pr3tty. he'll give you a kiss too dww~

𐔌 . ⋮ ty talks .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

its nearly 3am.. i was so locked in writing this that i just might have to write the smut scene because why clark start getting freaky omggg im not even tired idk why but please lmk !!

warnings? : ̗̀➛ sad reader, clark/bruce comforting reader, suggestive, mentions of alcohol, older bruce/clark

perspective? : ̗̀➛ second

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your boys left a voice memo,,

ⁱ ʷᵒⁿᵈᵉʳ ʷʰᵃᵗ ⁱᵗ ˢᵃʸˢ

it's actually 12pm noon. You haven't gotten up yet, but that's okay. You don't really feel like it, and that's okay too. This always happens, every single year without fail. "Are you sure you're alright?" A kind voice asked as fingers gently brushed your hair out of your face. Moving to Metropolis was hard, even if it was such a charming place to live. It was hard being away from all your friends and your childhood town, but you were on your last spring break ever, in your last year of university.

Today was your 21st birthday. You've always had conflicting feeling when it came to your birthday. Ever since you turned thirteen, you think that's when it started. It's not that you were afraid to get older, it was the changes that came with getting older that scared you.

Now, Clark was in his mid thirties. He wasn't like the other older men you'd known. He was gentle and kind. A very genuine sort of man. He liked to sugarcoat things and maybe try to shield you from certain horrors that came with reality, but he meant well. If he wanted to hurt you, you were sure he would have done it by now. Instead of the usual things men requested, the usual dirty things, Clark was rather opposed to being upfront about those things. He never initiated anything that required more than kissing, never, not once. It was sweet. Refreshing, even. And now, here he was, on his knees with his elbows resting on his queen sized mattress and careful fingers pushing your curls out of your face as you pouted. Or no- not pouting. Your face was still, null of just about everything. Your eyes, however, were glossy and the sighed of you so motionless and devoid of joy crushed Clark's heart.

"Darlin," Clark started out softly, his midwestern accent peaking through a little more than usual. It always did when be was worried like this. "You gotta work with me. I hate seeing you like this," your dark eyes scanned his face. You counted the pretty moles across his tanned face. His dimples even showed when he frowned. "You hardly said anything all morning, I hate for you to be so blue on your big day."

You didnt want to be in bed all day. You didn't want to be sad. But your body just felt so heavy and everytime you wanted to say something your throat felt so dry. You worried if you moved it would ache so you thought it better to just sit still. Stay quiet. Clark reached for your hand and caressed the back of your palm with his thumb as he rested his head on the white comforter on the bed he wasn't able to make up this morning. In your uneasy silence there was the sound of keys jingling loudly and dress shoes clinking against the wooden floors.

He was slightly older than Clark. Less than five years you thought, but you weren't 100% sure and you didn't care enough to check the hundreds of easily accessible sources to see. A couple of inches shorter than Clark, much paler and leaner than him too, Bruce had arrived. Everytime you saw him you wanted to ask what his makeup routine was, but you knew his most naturally seamless looks weren't done by himself. They never made him look younger, just more lively. It wasn't even as if many saw him so down anymore, he was so good when it came to keeping up appearances. He set his keys down on Clark's dresser before his steel blue eyes locked in on the two of you.

"Oh no baby," his voice had the slightest rasp to it, it contrasted nicely with Clark's. It sent chills down your spine and always made you feel a little bit more alive. Bruce tutted as he climbed on to Clark's bed and positioned himself behind you. "I paid too much for those pretty nails on your hands for you to.. what is it that you say all the time? 'Rot in bed all day'?"

The two men always took such different approaches to the same things. Your very own good cop/bad cop duo for just about every situation you encountered.

"Clark has been so good to you this morning, I'm sure," he glanced up at Clark who softened more with his presence. "But baby, you're too pretty for this," Bruce carefully wrapped his arms around you and brought you up onto his lap and allowed the both of your legs to hang off the side of the bed. Bruce bounced his leg softly with you on his lap and his arms around your waist as Clark watched, still on his knees next to you. "Maybe you just need a pick-me-up, huh baby?" Bruce was barely talking to you. The vibration from his leg bouncing up and down made you squirm a bit and both of them noticed. "I bet he didn't even ask you, did he? No, Clark's too much of a gentleman."

At his core Bruce is a good man. He truly is, but sometimes he is a bit much. He loves to tease. His thumb played at the hem of your lacey white boy shorts because he just loved the texture of them. How soft and delicate they made you look. You tilted your neck to the side as Bruce kissed your neck once or twice.

"Clark," you rasped, barely audible, but the sunshine perked up immediately.

"Yes ma'am?"

"can you run me a bath?"

"Of course darlin." As he rose from his knees he adjusted his glasses. He leaned down to place a warm kiss on your forehead before he turned to walk into the master bathroom. You listened to the faucet run as water slowly filled the tub and you tried not to melt into Bruce as he continued bouncing his leg, speeding up every so often. "I wanted to take you out today. You know, Gotham has some of the nicest museums in the area."

"...mmmnot in the mood,"

"That's a shame," Bruce sighed dramatically as he slipped an arm under your legs and you shifted your position so he could easily pick you up. "I would've loved for you to come by. The boys had a little surprise for you.."

"m'sorry" you mumbled but Bruce simply shook his head dismissively as he stepped into the bathroom. "Please, they'll be alright. I'll call Alfred to let them know," he smiled softly and set you down. You shivered as your feet hit the cold bathroom tiles. Rubbing your face, mindful of your manicured nails and yawned, stretching your arms up slightly, your tank top rising to reveal more of your chubby stomach.

Bruce laughed to himself, wiping his mouth with his hand to try and stop himself from smiling. "Did you know Damian has an... affinity for you?" Bruce inquired as he stared down at you. A small smile tugged at your lips as you twirled a dark curl around your finger. "Really? That's cute.. i didn't think he'd tell you something like that."

The man shook his head as Clark checked the temperature of your bath water. "Oh, he didn't. Dick found out and- well you know how cruel siblings can be," he smiled sympathetically as you nodded into him. He was an only child and discounting Clark's cousin, so was he, so they didn't truly understand the cruelty of brothers or sisters like you did. You always enjoyed entertaining conversations with the Wayne boys. Even if at first Dick wasn't your biggest fan. You never blamed him, he was a two to three years older than you, so his concerns were... valid. You and Bruce assured him nothing was amiss, and as a journalist, Clark was able to help control the media (of course, Bruce's status helped keep things quiet and you away from prying eyes).

Clark pulled at the hem of your shorts, pausing for a second as you glanced back at him. Bruce had found a silk scarf hanging up on the bathroom door and grinned at the fact that you'd often leave your things with either of them- that's why you could never find anything. "Thank you," you say softly to Clark and his face flushed as he smiles sheepishly, pushing his glasses up on his face as he pulls the lace off of your body. You step carefully out of the shorts as Bruce thoughtfully ties your thick curls up with the silk scarf so your hair doesn't get wet in the bath. Then, at the same time both men reach for the hem of your tank top.

"I was thinking... lift up your arms doll... if you really wanted we can stay here." Bruce said as he looked past you and at his second companion who nodded simply at the notion. You lifted your arms way above your head so they could slip you out of your tank top. "We could have a couple of drinks. It is your 21st after all. Clark?"

"You know I don't keep alcohol sweetheart," Clark continues their conversation, his hand resting on your lower back when you lift one leg to step into the soapy tub. Bruce catches a wonderful glimpse and bites his tongue. "Right. How could I forget," his tone is flat and mocking. He watches as you sink into the bathtub, imagining for a split second that the white suds covering your breasts might've been something else. He cleared his throat mindfully because for once he wasn't the only one staring. "Well, if Clark behaves we can run out and get you pretty bottle of vodka, how's that sound?" Clark makes a sour expression in the playboy'a direction to which he only gets a billion dollar smile in return.

"You can wear that pretty little dress you like so much too," Clark says as you scrub your legs above the waters surface. "You know it's Bruce's favorite. He tells me all the time,"

Bruce crosses his arm and leans against the bathroom counter, watching, knowing Clark is sifting through his thoughts right now. It was no use fighting. "Alright, Clark." He tried to warn, but his tone was weak and almost submissive. When Bruce got like this, defensive, Clark got shameless. "Do you know why Bruce loves helping you pick your new nail sets, darlin?" You opened your mouth, but the journalist didn't let you contribute. "He likes the look when your hands are wrapped around him," Clark stepped away from you and the bath to join the other by the sink. "He loves how it looks when the pretty designs disappear when you masterbate, don't you, Bruce?" He placed a threatening kiss onto Bruce's lips. You swore you heard him moan into Clark as his hips twitched slightly. You blinked over to your boys, your stomach fluttering at the words you were hearing.

You couldn't wait to put on that little dress. Maybe all you needed was to get a little dressed up. There was such a thick tension. Clark suggested walking to the corner store and getting cheap liquor because believe it or not when he drank for the first time that's what he got. Cheap ass alcohol from the gas station near his parent's house, not like Bruce who had access to carefully crafted and thoughtfully fermented wines. It being cheap adds to the quality, he assured Bruce as he patted his shoulder. Today the two men weren't concerned with the media at all. Bruce knew he'd have to pull some strings to allow you this peaceful day as did the other.

They tried to focus on whatever conversation topic you had taken up but there was a slight breeze, and your dress really was short. You tugged at the skirt of the dress in the back as you walked slightly in front of them. Walking into the corner store it was like watching a little kid in a candy store. The way your face lit up excited them. It was sweet seeing you so alive again. You scanned the aisle and aisle of alcohol as if you really knew what you were looking for. Clark and Bruce stayed behind you the whole time, making soft suggestions but ultimately letting you pick whatever you wanted. When you bent down to search a lower shelf, you bent at the waist. Your ass brushing against Bruce's growing hard on. Disgustingly, he leaned into it. Your breath hitched in your throat and your eyes widened a bit. Clark's eyes did too. Once you straightened your posture Bruce's bit his lip, slightly ashamed as the journalist chastised him quietly. The billionaires face was almost bright read, his stoic persona lost in is playboy one, he simply didn't know how to act. He wanted you right here even if it was the middle of the store.

he was going to have to order Clark a new bed for sure.

𐔌 . ⋮ bye ty .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱