#//VERY annoying remembering he had one arm and have to go back and edit

[musesofchaos]

My boy's first post on @whispersofdeceit was shading Sasuke lol

Omg lmao

“That is a valid criticism.”

[lordprettyflackotara]

more than friends || Sam & Colby || Part two

smut, 18+, minors dni. this is literally just pure long fucking filth with like the tiniest string of a plot

part one is here

Figuring out a relationship dynamic with both Sam and Colby wasn’t easy.

Sure, you expected both of them to be protective and loving. Sam often cooked you all breakfast, while Colby enjoyed paying for dinner. You expected something like this when you three had agreed to be more than friends.

And of course you expected them to fuck your brains out ever so often.

What you didn’t anticipate on was how competitive they were when it came to you.

They often bickered about who made you cum harder, who made your beg harder, etc etc.

It was starting to drive you insane, the two often bickering during sex and after it too.

You poked at your scrambled eggs, the constant nonsensical contest creating a persistent annoyance.

“No im telling you dude, did you see the way her eyes rolled back? I made her cum harder just on my fingers,” Colby argued, chewing a piece of bacon. Sam rolled his eyes.

“Her thighs were fucking trembling by the time I was done with her, nothing beats that,” Sam debated. You forced yourself to take a bite of your eggs, not wanting them to get cold.

“You’re on literal crack, didn’t you see the way she-” Colby began. You swallowed your eggs, slamming your fork down.

“Holy fuck you two are insufferable. If you guys are going to keep droning on about this why don’t we make it official? Tonight, both of you fuck me, and whoever did it better gets bragging rights, deal?” You offer. Two sets of blue eyes met yours, faint traces of guilt crossing both boys faces. “So you’ll be completely honest and won’t lie to protect our feelings?” Sam asked, raising an eyebrow. You couldn’t take his facial expression seriously, a small giggle escaping your lips.

“No Sam, I won’t lie to protect anyone’s feelings. I’m going to have to pick a winner so you both will decide to bicker about something else,” You agreed. Your boyfriends exchanged mischievous looks, the sight giving you a pit of anticipation forming in the bottom of your stomach.

You gave them simple instructions, to meet you in Colby’s room at ten pm sharp. You sat naked on the end of his bed, the velvet comforter beneath you satisfying to your bare skin. You didn’t want any clothes getting in the way. Their bickering and competition did annoy you, but it also formed an unexplainable arousal that you couldn’t ignore.

It had only been three months since your boyfriends had walked in on you touching yourself to the thought of them, that night changing your life forever. You absolutely adored them.

Almost as much as they adored you.

Colby was possessive of you, to say the absolute very least. He wasn’t a fan of polygamy, until he met you. He couldn’t pinpoint the moment he fell for you, but he could remember exactly when he realized Sam did too. It wasn’t a grand reveal, something he was sure that Sam didn’t realize he revealed. They were both editing a new video, ensuring to crop you out per your request. The very last thing you wanted was to piss off your best friends fanbase.

“This sucks dude, I don’t like doing this,” Sam sighed, cutting a piece of the video out. Truthfully, both of the boys thought you were more entertaining than they were. Especially with your reactions. “Me either, I mean her reaction to the chair sliding in the other room right here is golden,” Colby said, pointing to a particular time stamp in the video. You had the cutest expression, grabbing almost Colby’s arm instinctively. Sam dragged the mouse over to the part Colby was referring to, double clicking it and watching the video back.

“I respect what she wants, but they’re going to figure out about the three of us one days anyways,”

It was something about the way he said it. Or maybe it was the way he chose to word it. But Colby knew right there and then that Sam loved you just as much as he did. And that meant if you felt the same way, you wouldn’t choose either of them.

Sam eyed Colby carefully as he slid off his hoodie, revealing his undershirt. In most cases he wouldn’t have thought twice, the brunette in front of him his best friend. But tonight, he was nothing other than competition. Sam wasn’t possessive like Colby was, but he was helplessly jealous. He couldn’t help it, every fiber in him screaming envy when Colby held your hand, fucked you, tucked your hair behind your ear.

It didn’t matter what Colby did with you or to you, it made Sam crave to be in his place. He respected and enjoyed the dynamic that was established. He would never want to share you with anyone other than his best friend. He knew jealousy in a relationship was his toxic trait, and it only enraged further when you took them both in the bedroom.

Both boys assumed they had the upper hand, being self aware of their characteristics. Sam purposefully agreed to letting Colby go first, knowing the sight of you under the brunette would make him go feral from envy. Colby opted to go first to remind you of who he was. He wanted you to remember you belonged to him. Colby wasn’t planning on playing fair, he just wanted to win.

It wasn’t long before both boys entered the room, eager to begin the long night ahead of them.

Colby whistled at the sight of you, your naked body a sight for sore eyes. Fuck, he could never get enough of you. Sam respectfully took his seat in a nearby chair, giving you both space while also providing a wonderful view to the show he knew was about to start playing.

“Hi beautiful,” Colby greeted. You stared up at him nervously, trying hard to ignore Sam’s gaze. You intended on doing exactly what you said, voting a winner to ensure they’d never bicker again.

With that intention meant whoever was in front of you had your full undivided attention.

Colby towered over you as he met your lustful eyes, bringing his thumb to your bottom lip. He dragged it down teasingly, soaking in the image of your doe eyes anticipating his next move.

The control in the bedroom often rotated frequently, depending on the mood everyone was in. A majority of the time the boys were in control, even when you had them one on one. On occasion they’d let you have your fun, riding them while spewing degrading words they’d mock you for later. But by the way they both eyed you, as if you were prey, you knew any ounce of control was not going to be in your hands.

“Lay back for me princess, spread those pretty legs of yours,” Colby ordered. He threw his shirt over his head, his well built body making your pupils widen as you did as he asked. Had he been working out more? How hadn’t you noticed this sooner? You were so fixated on him that your brain didn’t process him walking over to your nightstand. He grabbed an all too familiar pink vibrator from the drawer, causing you to swallow. Hard.

“You’re going to hold this onto that pretty clit of yours. If you move it without permission I won’t let you cum, understood?” Colby asked, his voice an octave lower than it usually was. You nodded, watching as he turned the vibrator up to its highest setting. You gulped nervously as he handed it to you, watching as you placed it onto your throbbing heat. The vibrations made you whimper, your core desperate for some sort of release.

Colby grabbed you by your legs, dragging you down to the edge of the mattress. He kneeled down in front of you placing kisses on the inside of your thighs. Teasingly he brought a finger to your entrance, your hips pleading for him to get on with it. “So wet for me all ready, all over a little plastic toy,” Colby purred, soaking in your desperate noises.

He brought one finger inside of you, then two, curling him deeply. Your back arched off of the bed as the brunette picked up the pace with his fingers, abusing your g spot. “Look at that, your backs arching for me and I haven’t even bent you over yet,” Colby observed, smirking as he glanced at his best friend. Sam could feel his boner aching against the fabric of his tight jeans.

“Bet Sam couldn’t make you feel like this, could he?” Colby asked, squeezing your thighs as he finger fucked you. You bit your bottom lip, attempting to restrain yourself from mindlessly agreeing with him. Sam smirked at your resistance.

“Looks like you’re going to have to try a little harder then that Colby,”

Sam’s words cut Colby’s ego like a knife, his blue eyes narrowing as he centered his attention back on you. In a swift motion he spread open your cunt, before playing the vibrator back directly on your clit. You squirmed under the feeling of his fingers and merciless vibrations, throwing your head back as you moaned. “You can take it, I know you can. Go ahead and cum for me,” Colby ordered, admiring the sight of you crumbling before him.

You could feel the knot in your stomach tighten, a mischievous smirk dancing across Colby’s lips as your walls squeezed him tighter. “Go ahead and tell Sammy how good you feel,” Colby said, cocking his head to his best friend. You bucked your hips against Colby’s fingers, the filthy confession spewing from your lips,

“Fuck it feels so fucking good Sammy, I-I-I-”

Your orgasm was about to crash down on you, Colby’s spare hand turning your head.

“Look at Sam while you cum for me,” He whispered in your ear, his breath hot against your skin. You gripped the handle of the vibrator harshly, whimpering. You looked at your blonde lover, hardly able to take in his expression as you fell apart on Colby’s fingers. Sam couldn’t take it anymore, unbuckling his belt as your eyes rolled into the back of your head. He knew it was only a matter of time until he made you feel that way, but the waiting was only driving him more insane.

As you settled down from your high you went to move your vibrator, Colby’s strong hand stopping you. “What did I say? Keep it here,” He ordered. You felt his fingers slide out of you, your legs beginning to tremble from the overstimulation. He brought his cum covered fingers to your lips, grinning as you squirmed beneath him.

“Open your mouth,”

The command was simple, one you followed without a second thought.

“Now suck them clean whore,”

Colby shoved both of his fingers into your mouth, satisfied as he felt your tongue swirling around them. You were genuinely sucking them clean, the taste of your own juices coating your tongue. Your body felt electric, the sensation of the vibrator causing whimpers to non stop escape your throat.

“You dirty bitch. Turn over, all fours. I want you to look directly at Sam as I fucking ruin you,”

You struggled to get into position with the vibrator on your clit, the sound of Colby’s belt clinking sending a shiver of anticipation down your spine. Your eyes landed on Sam, who was his own panting mess. You could tell he was trying to pace himself, his face pink as he pumped his shaft teasingly slow. He knew this wasn’t the main event, just a show. But fuck, if only you could see yourself.

Your lips parted as Colby rubbed his tip up and down your slick, the way your back arched causing Colby pushing you down further into the bed. If it were up to Sam he’d burn this image into mind forever.

Your legs nearly gave out as Colby pushed himself inside of you, his strong hands holding you by your waist. “Fucking shit, you were made for me,” Colby groaned. He gripped your waist tighter, pinching at the tender flesh. You could feel him bottom out, his tip brushing against your g spot. You whined as you sank lower into the mattress, any composure you had completely washed away.

Colby started off slow at first, taking in the feeling of your walls milking him. The merciless vibration on your clit was overstimulating you to euphoria, your body practically vibrating on its own. “You’ve done so good for me baby, you can take the vibrator off of your pretty clit now,” Colby purred, continuing his teasingly slow strokes. You bit your bottom lip as you removed it from your cunt, your folds aching as you set it aside on the bed.

“There’s only one more thing I need you to do for me,” Colby panted, trying to keep himself together.

You licked your dry lips as you maintained eye contact with Sam, watching him quietly whimper as he jerked his cock to the sight of you.

“W-what’s that?”

“Be as loud as you can.”

Out of instinct you went to ask him what he meant, his hips snapping into yours without sudden warning. You couldn’t control the sounds that escaped your throat as Colby pounded into you. He gripped your waist so hard you could feel bruises forming, his cock abusing your g spot as he pleased.

“Fuck! Colby!”

His name was all you began to know, your vision growing hazy as he fucked you into the mattress. The brunette leaned forward, pressing the side of your face into the sheets below you. “Thats it, let Sam know who’s making you feel this good,” Colby groaned, grabbing a handful of your hair.

Colby’s thrust were merciless, his body seemingly have a mind of its own. For a brief moment he almost forgot about the bet entirely, too enamored by the feeling of your cunt taking him so well. It wasn’t until he heard Sam’s faint whine that he snapped back into reality. “Such a good girl, taking your owner, so well,” Colby spat, his orgasm approaching. He grabbed a fist full of your hair, yanking you towards him.

Your back was pressed against his chest, his mouth buried into the crook of your neck as he fucked you from behind. He snaked one hand to your throat, squeezing the sides gently. You swallowed under the feeling of his hand, Colby recognizing your body getting close again. With his other hand he began circling your overstimulated clit, causing you to cry out. “There we go, give poor Sammy a good show and cum for me. Cum on my dick,” Colby ordered. He kissed the side of your neck sloppily, sucking and biting at the sensitive skin.

“Feels soooo good,” You slurred, the knot in your stomach a rope threatening to snap. Your eyes were screwed shut, unable to open from the addicting pleasure. Colby squeezed your throat, his hips beginning to stutter. “Look at Sam as you cum for me, fucking do it. You’re mine,” He ordered. His words sent you over the edge, your small hands grabbing at his wrist as you came. Faint curses escaped Colby’s lips as he quickly pulled out, forcing your face back into the mattress as he jerked his cock.

You could feel the warm ropes of cum paint your ass, the tender flesh now coated with his seed. You were a panting mess, swallowing hard as you struggled to regain your breath.

Sam eyed you carefully, recognizing the exhaustion your body was experiencing. He glanced at Colby, who was quick to switch spots with him. The brunette had an indisputable look of pride painted across his face, one that annoyed Sam. The blonde stripped, tossing his clothes aside. Gently Sam flipped you onto your back, taking in your abused figure. He brushed some stray hairs out of your face, gently stroking your cheek as he admired you.

You slowly opened your eyes, your body coming down from the never ending high the boys planned on providing you. “Hi,” You greeted, giving him a small smile. Sam returned the sweet gesture, Colby’s presence fading away into the background as he focused on you. “Hi,” He replied, your perky nipples rubbing against his chest. You whimpered at the slightest sensation, causing Sam’s eyebrows to raise.

“We don’t have to keep going, I know Colby purposefully went hard-” Sam began rambling, his words being cut off by your soft lips against his. Sam returned the kiss eagerly, addicted to the feeling of the fire you sparked within him. You pulled away first, giving him a serious look. “I know the safe word you know. I want to keep going. I can handle whatever you give me,” You said boldly. Sam frowned as he heard Colby snicker.

“Whatever you say princess,”

Sam tilted your head to the side, preying on the side of your neck Colby hadn’t touched. His lips started off gentle, pecking soft kisses across your skin. Involuntarily he felt your hips buck up against his, rubbing against his hard cock. He began sucking at your neck, littering your skin with as many marks and bruises as he could. He wanted to see you covered in his love marks. He wanted to see you struggle to cover them up. To blush like crazy when anyone noticed them.

He kissed down your neck to your chest, gently pulling and twisting at your nipples. Your soft noises were sounds of encouragement, his lips stopping right above your waist. “Are you sure you’re able to handle me?” Sam asked. He teasingly pressed two kisses lower, his hot breath fanning over your puffy folds. You nodded, mumbling a verbal yes as your hips bucked upwards.

The blonde licked a stripe up your cunt, your juices coating his tongue. “Shit Sam-” You gasped, your hand flying down to his blonde hair. You tugged at the roots, desperately trying to drag his mouth back to your cunt. Sam met your gaze, smirking as he placed a light kiss on your folds. “Cmon princess, use my mouth the way you need. Make yourself cum on my tongue like the desperate slut I know you are,” He huffed, flattening his tongue for you to use.

Sam wrapped his arms around your thighs as he dove into your dripping cunt. You could feel him lap at your folds as if your taste was addicting, the blonde sucking at your abused clit as if his life depended on it. Colby could feel himself getting hard again, the brunette in denial that he was getting turned on by this. But the way you tugged at Sam’s hair, mixed in with the lewd noises of him lapping at your cunt, was too much for the brunette to ignore.

Sam craved friction, his selfish needs causing him to buck his own hips against the mattress. He was desperate for any form of pleasure, his own whimpers muffled by your cunt as he stuck his tongue inside of your entrance. You just tasted so fucking good, he couldn’t help but be greedy. He continued humping the sheets as your thighs tightened around him, the blonde sensing what was coming.

You could feel another orgasm approaching, your legs violently shaking. Sam forced your lips open, his strong hands keeping them pried apart. This orgasm felt different, the constant overstimulation pushing your body to new heights. “Fuck Sam I- I can’t hold back any longer, feels so fucki-” You babbled, your thighs trembling as you squeezed around Sam’s head. You felt a different cord inside of you snap, your juices coating Sam’s face as you came.

Your face was beet red as you realized what you had done, the blonde unfazed as he licked your cunt clean. You had never, ever squirted from head before. You sat up, embarrassed as Sam continued licking you clean. At this point he was licking your inner thigh, ensuring you were thoroughly cleaned by his tongue. “That was the hottest thing I think i’ve ever seen,” Sam chuckled, slightly out of breath. He marveled at your bright red face, leaning over you.

“I’m so so sorry I-”

Sam frowned at the sound of your apology, his hand harshly grabbing your chin.

“Don’t apologize, if it were up to me i’d make you do that all night long,” Sam began. He froze mid sentence, glancing up at his best friend. It was relishing seeing in the same chair he once sat, cock in hand as he watched Sam have his way with you. “But unfortunately I have a competition to win,” He finished. Sam grabbed your legs, sitting them on both of his shoulders.

He slapped the head of his cock on your puffy folds, the feeling alone causing you to audibly whine. “I’m going to fucking break you,” Sam grunted, pushing himself inside of you. Your body was spent, your entire body feeling as if it was going to be engulfed in flames. “Sammy,” You whined. The blonde leaned forward, allowing you to claw at his back as you pleased.

Your walls dragged him in, causing him to bottom out quicker than he expected. As much as Sam would never admit it, he knew he needed to act quickly to make you cum one last time. He could feel his own orgasm coming, and he hadn’t even fucked you yet. “One more, that’s all I want,” Sam cooed, picking up the pace. You felt like you were going to split in half, your moans jagged and incoherent babbling and whimpers. You could feel tears flooding your waterline, the overstimulation becoming overwhelming.

You didn’t think being cock drunk was real until that very moment, where nothing else seemed to exist but Sam and his cock pounding into your dripping cunt. “You feel so fucking good, you know that don’t you?” Sam asked, groaning as he snapped his hips back into yours. Your nails were digging into his back, the skin surely red with fresh scratches. That pain you were unintentionally providing, along with your walls squeezing him to death, Sam thought he may cum too quick if he thought about it too much.

A devious thought entered Sam’s mind, one he was surprised Colby hadn’t thought of.

“You know what I think i’m gonna do?”

The blonde briefly glanced at Colby, whose eyebrows were raised.

You barely heard what Sam said, hanging on for dear life as he abused your g spot. “I think i’m gonna cum inside of you, make you mine,” Sam borderline announced, resuming his full focus onto you. He got close to your ear, ensuring you had heard him. “You’d like that wouldn’t you? To be my personal cumdump?” Sam spat. You whined in agreement, a final rope in your stomach beginning to tighten. Your legs were trembling, your throat strained from all of the noises you couldn’t help but make.

“Awe that’s it, cum for me. You’re gonna look so pretty full of my cum,”

His words barely registered, your vision getting hazy as you came again. You could feel yourself getting dizzy, your mind spinning from your fourth orgasm. You were panting like a dog, faintly feeling Sam cum inside of you before pulling out. You were covered in sweat and tears, your mouth dry and pussy dripping with cum.

It wasn’t long before you felt a cool wet wash cloth brush against your forehead, wiping away the sweat before brushing away the tears. As your vision settled you recognized Colby’s concerned eyes, soaking in your expression as he cleaned you. “Hi Colbs,” You whispered. You looked for Sam, your eyes instead finding Colby had came a second time, his white ropes painting his stomach. “You can clean yourself up you know,” You say, trying to move his wrist away from tending to you.

“You’re more important,” He grumbled, his complete focus on you. Sam returned into your line of sight, tossing Colby a towel. You had been repositioned to the edge of the bed, the blonde kneeling in front of you to clean your abused cunt. His blue eyes looked up to greet yours, his lips pressing a loving kiss onto your thigh. “This may sting,” He warned. Sam gently began wiping your cunt, the feeling alone making you grab his wrist. He went slower, careful to avoid your puffy clit. They wanted to ensure you were clean and taken care of, no matter what.

You sat up on your elbows, your eyes widening as you looked at Sam’s back. Long red scratches trailed down his shoulder blades to his waist. “Holy fuck Sam i’m so sorry,” You rambled, immediately feeling bad. Sam chuckled as he admired your horrified facial expression. “It’s a badge of honor, don’t apologize. And may I say, a token of victory?” He asked curiously. You weren’t sure how to announce a winner, both boys overstimulating you into heaven.

Two sets of curious eyes landed on you, trying to conceal their eagerness.

You glanced between both boys, shrugging.

“I can’t decide, guess we’ll just have to do this again tomorrow,”

[ranoutofficssoiwritemyown]

Rindou x Reader

wc: 1200

angst, fluff

not edited

Rindou loves you. You know he does, but he has this annoying habit of not listening to you sometimes. Especially when it comes to recommendations. You recommend him food? Yeah, he'll try it. spoiler alert: he forgets. what about a movie you watched the other day and liked so much that you told him to watch it immediately? "Yeah, when I have time I will" is his answer. However, he'll only watch it if someone else recommends it too not even remembering you mentioning anything about it. And then he has the nerve to tell you all about it while you listen to him unimpressed. Sometimes it makes you feel like your opinion matters very little to him but you've never told him this. Part of you doesn't want to seem like an insecure girlfriend while the other part thinks there is no deep meaning to this.

This war in your mind ended when you entered your bedroom after having a bad day and saw Rindou sitting on the bed leaning his back on the headboard and "One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest" in his hands. You remember telling him how you cried reading it. However, you're surprised he's reading what you recommended. sensing your presence Rindou removed his glasses and looked at you.

"Tired?"

"Exhausted" you sit beside him "Do you like it?" you ask indicating the book.

He shrugs

"I've only read 20 pages yet. But Kakucho said it's really good"

You roll your eyes. thinking that you should've seen this coming you mumble "Of course he did" which wasn't as quiet as you expected because Rindou turned to you with a confused hum. You just shake your head as in "nothing" and try to get up but Rindou grips your arm and makes you sit back down. You sigh not having enough energy to deal with this.

"What is it?"

"Are you mad at me?"

"Should I be?"

He closed the book setting it aside as he turned to me with narrowed his eyes as if sensing the trap.

"I... don't know. What did I do?"

"It's nothing Rindou, let me go"

Your words had the opposite effect as his grip tightened.

"That's not my name" His voice got low

"Uh it actually is"

"Not for you. Did I fuck up that badly?"

Now that you think about it no he didn't. It's probably you who's overreacting and creating a problem over nothing. You sound ridiculous even to you and you hate yourself.

"It's really nothing. I've just had a bad day so... I just wanna sleep"

After a moment of hesitation, Rindou let you go, his eyes following as you got changed and got in bed turning your back to him. As you lay in bed your overthinking got worse. The fact that he doesn't know what he's doing affects you this badly means that he's not doing it on purpose. But that's even worse. Does that mean that he doesn't even value your opinion enough to think about how neglecting it would affect you? Maybe he thinks you don't care about it so he doesn't too. Or maybe he just forgets. This also means he doesn't care. Every version you think about leads to you thinking he doesn't care and that feels really shitty.

On the other hand, Rindou was watching you lying silently with your back to him and he knew then he definitely did something wrong. You get in bed and do not snuggle up to him planting your head in his neck? Yes, something is terribly wrong.

"C'mon love, tell me what's wrong" he snaked his arm around your waist, and turns out this is all it took for your tears to run free. You bite your lip to stop it from trembling feeling so stupid for crying over something so trivial.

"And don't you dare to say it's nothing bec- are you crying?"

Rindou could swear he heard his heart crash. He turned you around to face him. tucking your hair behind your ear he quickly wiped your tears.

"Hey, don't cry, i- I'm sorry okay? Whatever I did, I didn't mean it just don't cry"

Even though he thought, and has told you this plenty of times, that you looked pretty when you cried, he hated when you cried. Even more, when he was the reason behind those tears.

"Talk to me please?"

Looking anywhere but at him, you opened your mouth to speak.

"It's really stupid"

"So stupid that you're crying over it? I don't care, tell me."

You don't want to.

"It's just... sometimes you don't listen to me"

Rindou was confused. You sound so crazy to him right now. He doesn't listen to you? You have him wrapped around your finger. Your word is a fucking law to him and you have the nerve to say that he doesn't listen to you? He only listens to you.

"What do you mean?"

"Everything I suggest you just forget until someone else suggests the same thing. Like-" You sniffle between speech "Like this book. You're reading it because Kakucho told you, but I told you to read it weeks ago"

The more you talk the more you want to shut up. Dreading seeing Rindou's expression you focus on your hands.

"It feels like you don't care about my opinion. It's so stupid I know..."

"I don- What?" Rindou couldn't help but exclaim. His mind processing thousands of thoughts right now. You think he doesn't care? How long have you been feeling like this? And you didn't tell him? Is there anything else you're not telling him because it's so "stupid"? "Listen, love, I'm so sorry, I didn't know- Of course, I care, Who do you think I listen to if not you? Ran? Fucker used to think Julius Caeser was named after the salad."

That made you chuckle and it was like a rainbow after the storm for Rindou. A sound he never wants to stop hearing. smiling at you he continued.

"I do listen to you okay? I remember every little detail you tell me. Starting with the shows you watch to the drama going on at your work. By the way, Rika got what she deserved, she was being the bitch first."

"That's what I'm saying" You exclaim and Rindou was so happy he could see you smiling again.

"I don't want you to doubt your value in my life okay? You're the best thing ever happened to me and I'd be a dumbass if I didn't appreciate you. And don't ever try to hide things from me again. No matter how stupid you think it is. Nothing is stupid to me when it comes to you. So no more tears, alright?"

You nod scooting closer.

"alright"

Rindou wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you against his chest, kissing the crown of your head.

"By the way, I started reading this book because you suggested it. Kakuchou saw it in my car when I bought it and told me it was good"

"Really?"

"Yes, really. Sleep now"

"Goodnight"

"Goodnight, love"

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got the idea from modern family's one episode

might delete this one too later, not sure. just felt like sharing

[ace-turned-confused]

whatever you want | joel miller x f!reader

joel masterlist

summary: date night for you and Joel but we skip to the good part word count: 3,2k warnings: 18+ only, POV changes, no plot in sight, reader has no physical descriptions other than clothing, established relationship, pet names, smut, oral (m receiving), fingering, unprotected p in v, butt stuff, spitting, creampie, praise kink, panty kink, size kink, Joel’s filthy mouth a/n: this is the first thing i've written that's actually made it out the doc before being trashed forever - big thanks to my irl bestie for her continuous words of encouragement <3 this is very mildly edited because i'll hate it if i keep trying to improve it ✌️ i'd appreciate any feedback! again pls be nice thank you love you

You've been looking forward to this all week — date night with Joel. You usually stick to something simple, going out for a cosy dinner or just deciding to cook together at home — but he always ensures it’s a memorable night in one way or another, and tonight is no exception.

He suggested to you earlier in the week, lying in bed, “How ‘bout this time you pick out something for me to wear? Hm?” It had your mind racing with ideas, thinking about all the possibilities now presented to you. 

You glance at him, “So what’s in it for you, then?”

“No ulterior motive here, sweetheart,” he puts his palms up near his face and smirks, “You always look pretty for me, I just thought I’d return the favour.”

“Hm, that’s a big decision,” you mutter with a playful smile.

You’re well aware of what Joel loves seeing you wear — he’s always loved anything you wear, to be frank, racy or not — and decided to pose a deal to him, something you knew you’d both benefit from.

“I may have some ideas. Why don’t we make a deal, then?” you inch closer to him and play with a stray lock of his hair. “You do something for me, and I’ll do something for you.” Your eyes meet and you can tell he’s trying to figure out the game you’re playing.

“And what would that entail?” he asks, a hint of cockiness in his voice, impressed by your unusual boldness. You remove your hand from his hair and drape your arm over him.

“Will you wear that red shirt again… with the sleeves rolled up?” you ask shyly, trailing your fingers up and down his side.

“Sure will,” he says, still smirking. You’re only getting more breathless the longer this goes on, and you haven't even made your whole point yet.

“And… those black pants of yours…?”

“Which ones, sweetheart? I got a lot of black pants,” he remarks, feigning innocence and a cheeky lilt to his voice. “You know which ones,” you mutter, your hand stilling.

He shifts closer until you’re pressed against each other and whispers, “Don’t think I do, you’re gonna have to tell me.”

You huff, annoyed at him for teasing you like this, and at yourself for getting turned on by his games. “The tight-fitting, black—”

“That’s not what you really want to say, though, is it? Tell me what’s going through that pretty head of yours,” he interrupts, and you shiver.

You look down at his chest, unable to make eye contact with him and pray he doesn’t notice how your cheeks redden as you whisper back, “Those black pants that everyone can see how big you are, those pants, I want you to wear them.”

He skims a hand up your back, “See? Was that so difficult?” he asks rhetorically, and you can practically hear his teasing smile and visualise the dark glint that you know will be in his eyes. “And what shoes should I wear, you know, to tie the whole look together?”

“You know very well I couldn’t care less what fucking shoes you wear,” you chirp back at him, forcing yourself to look him in the eye again.

Satisfied with your answer, he plants his hand on the small of your back, caressing you gently with his thumb, “You mentioned some kind of deal?”

If he hadn’t brought it up again you’re not sure you would’ve remembered at all. You’ll always be amazed by how calm he is after derailing a conversation and making you so flustered.

You close your eyes, mentally shake yourself, and start your bargaining, “Well, I promise to wear the laciest panties I own—” you look at him sweetly through your lashes, “—if you promise to keep your clothes on. And you can, you know, do whatever you want.” It comes out far breathier than you were planning, but it’s out. “With me, to me, you know. Whatever.” 

He raises his eyebrows slightly, voice lowered, “Whatever I want, hm? And all I have to do is stay dressed? Quite the deal there.”

-

Joel’s made himself comfortable in his chair, eyes trained on you in the doorway. Sitting here now, the night’s only just beginning and you’re already like putty in his hands. He noticed hours ago your eyes had glazed over, and he’s been growing harder and harder ever since in anticipation.

“What’re you thinking about, sweetheart?” he asks, and your gaze refocuses on him.

“You,” you reply, sweet and simple.

He does a once-over, taking in your flowery, strappy top and neat little black slip-skirt that falls just above your knees and hugs your hips beautifully — your hands fiddling with the hem of your shirt and you’re shifting your weight side to side.

He smiles softly and suggests, “Why don’t you show me those pretty panties you promised to wear?” and you nod gently, moving slowly further into the room.

Much more confident and comfortable in your own skin than when you took your clothes off for him the first time, you face Joel and lift your gaze to meet his. You reach behind your back to unzip your top and lift it over your head, dropping it to the floor. Pushing your thumbs beneath your waistband, you peel your skirt over your hips and hunch forward slightly, letting it pool around your feet. Standing at your full height again, he takes all of you in — clad in lace, black bra and lilac panties.

He widens his legs and curls a finger, beckoning you forward and you stand between his knees. Joel rests his hands on your hips, thumbing the lace over your hipbones.

“Where’ve you been hiding these?” he looks up at you and sees heat blooming across your chest and up your neck.

“I, um… I’ve been saving them, for uh—“ you stutter, and he can see you start second-guessing your choice. Breathing shallowly, you murmur, “Do you not like them?”

He smiles at you, still playing with the lace, “I love them, sweetheart. You know I always do.” He lowers his gaze down to your panties again, eyes trailing across the fabric, and he doesn’t miss how you press your legs together, seeking any sort of relief.

He pushes against your hip to turn you around, and almost can’t believe how you’ve both ended up here. You, dressed in your best lace just for him, ready and willing to do as he says? You’d clearly been wanting to do this for some time now, but Joel would be lying if he said he wasn’t excited, too. He kneads the swell of your ass, fingers toying with the lacy edges and hears you breathing deeply again.

“So, whatever I want?”

You turn to look at him over your shoulder and reply under your breath, “Yes.”

He turns you around to face him, hands still on your hips. He looks up at you again, “You okay?” and squeezes his hands.

“Yeah,” and you nod, smiling down at him.

“Well, you did such a good job picking these panties all on your own, sweetheart, I think maybe you need a reward,” he darts his tongue out and drags his hands along your thighs, resting his arms down and leaning back in his chair. “First, though, you’re gonna show me just how good you can be, okay? C’mon, on your knees.”

You lower yourself, getting comfortable between his legs, your eyes lingering on his bulge before looking up at him. He nods towards his lap and you start undoing his pants, palming him through the fabric. Reaching into his boxer briefs and wrapping your hand around his length, you stroke him a few times and pull his waistband down just enough to take him out, thick and heavy and already fully stiff in your hand. You bow your head to lick him from base to tip, hover above him and spit onto his cock, stroking him harder and smiling sweetly at him.

You start taking him into your mouth and he sighs, resting a hand on the crown of your head. “You been waiting all night for this, huh, sweetheart?”

You hum a response and he groans, watching you bob up and down, taking more and more of him each time. You pull off and continue stroking him, and he smiles at you in encouragement. You take him in your mouth again, and he feels you hollow your cheeks and take him even further, the tip of his cock just about breaching your throat and you whimper around him.

“Fuck, baby, doin’ so good,” he grunts and pulls you off. His hand moves to the nape of your neck, the other tracing over your collarbone and down over the lace of your bra, your nipples hardening through the delicate fabric. “Think you can do it?”

You nod eagerly at him, eyes glinting, hands stroking him languidly and you move to start sucking him again. He tightens his grip and stops you. “Use your words, please.”

“Yes, I can do it.” You look up at him and his hold softens.

“Good girl, go on.”

You lick the underside of his shaft and swirl your tongue around the head of his cock and take him again, working him just to the start of your throat. You’re breathing as best you can through your nose, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes, lips stretched around him and brushing his wiry curls as you push even further and hold him there, fingers digging into his thighs. You start to gag and do your best not to pull off him, squirming to find any bit of friction and Joel moans at the sight, throwing his head back.

“Bein’ such a good girl, taking my cock so far down your throat, hm?” 

You moan and swallow around him, his hips jerking at the sensation and he pulls you off. “Almost too good,” he breathes, “know you’d love me coming down your throat, but not tonight.” He gives you a lopsided smile and you whine, moving back and forth on your knees.

“Stand up for me sweetheart,” and you rise, looking down at him, still catching your breath. His hands are back on you immediately, squeezing your waist, hips, ass — any part of you he can reach. He runs his fingers across your panties again, trailing them down over your covered clit and between your folds and you tilt forward into his touch.

“Soaked right through these pretty panties of yours,” he looks up to meet your gaze and there’s almost no colour to your eyes anymore, just pure blown-out pupils. He keeps rubbing his fingers along you and you whine again, clearly desperate for him to touch you properly.

He smirks up at you, “So needy just from sucking my cock.”

Joel shoves his hand under the elastic of your panties and rubs his fingers between your folds and over your entrance, coating his fingers in your arousal. He shoves two thick fingers into you without warning and you fall forward with a strangled moan, hands supporting your weight on his shoulders as he pumps his fingers in and out, your cunt tight around him.

“Always so wet for me, huh? Need me to make you feel good?” He stares at you, eyes shut and mouth hanging open as he slows his hand and you force out a yes, your voice hoarse. He speeds up again and curls his fingers into that one spot he knows you can’t reach with your own hand, brushing over it again and again, the palm of his hand grinding against your clit.

Your legs start trembling and he pulls his fingers out and slips them into his mouth, sucking them clean. “Taste so sweet.”

He moves his legs between yours and pulls you towards him and down onto his lap, guiding your hips back and forth over his length, precome leaking from his tip. He leans forward, “You gonna keep these on while you sit on my cock, yeah?” and tugs on the waistband of your panties, letting the elastic snap back against your skin. You nod frantically in response and lean into him, wrapping your arms around his neck to kiss him haphazardly. He licks into your mouth and moans into you, hands firmly gripping your ass.

You rise slightly and he takes hold of his cock, stroking himself and pulls your panties to one side. He lines himself up with your entrance and you start to sink down, eyes screwing shut at the stretch. He holds you by the waist, your hands like a vice grip on his shoulders and it takes everything in him not to pull you down and make you take him to the hilt. You take your time working him in, inch by inch, and Joel can tell how close you are already, your broken moans getting louder and louder.

You’re fully seated and he takes a hand off his shoulder, plants a kiss on your knuckles and guides it between your bodies, spreading your fingers around where he’s splitting you open. “You feel how stretched you are, baby?” You gasp and he leans towards you and lifts his hand to grip across your chin, mouth ghosting yours and squeezes his hand to purse your lips. 

“Open,” he orders and your lips part, spitting into your mouth and he feels you tightening around him. Pushing his index finger into your mouth, you suck and swirl your tongue around it, moaning as you lift up and down, grinding yourself onto the trail of hair at the base of his cock. Joel feels your legs starting to give out underneath you and he watches you with hooded eyes. He pulls his finger from your mouth and wraps his arms around you, hands reaching down underneath your panties to grab your ass and spread you wider. He prods his finger at your tight hole and your eyes shoot open to look at him, desperate and needy.

“You gonna come for me?” You whine and nod, almost begging him with a please, over and over again. He pushes his finger in to just past his middle knuckle and you moan out wantonly, already completely wrecked. Joel feels your cunt clamp down on his cock and you come with a sob of his name, eyes shut and face contorted in pleasure as he whispers praises in your ear.

-

At some point in your post-orgasm haze, Joel moved the two of you onto the bed — you waiting on all fours and Joel's voice breaking through from somewhere behind you.

“Did good sweetheart, always do, but I’m not done with you.” His hands are all over you, skating across and grabbing any skin he can reach. You crane your neck to look over your shoulder in search of him and notice he’s still fully dressed — well, as fully dressed as he can be — and remember that’s what got you into this position in the first place. Dishevelled greying curls, only the last couple buttons holding his shirt together, wide chest on full display, sleeves rolled up, pants and boxer briefs sitting mid-thigh, his cock, thick and hard and leaking and you clench around nothing just at the sight.

He hooks his fingers into your waistband and pulls your panties down to the tops of your thighs, placing open-mouthed kisses on the skin as it’s revealed. He spreads you with his hands and spits onto your pussy and you let out a choked moan. He drags the tip of his cock through your folds and the messy mix of arousal and spit and your last orgasm. You feel him notch at your entrance again, and he sheaths himself fully inside your cunt in one thrust, all but punching the air from your lungs and he groans. You feel the swell of his tummy pressed against you and his fingers digging into your ass as he spreads you open. “Look so beautiful like this, wish you could see it.”

He leans over you, breathing into your neck, “Always take my cock so well, baby.” He pulls out almost completely, snapping his hips back into you and you can already feel heat pooling at the base of your spine again as he pounds into you, fingers gripping your hips so hard he’s bound to leave bruises. He snakes a hand underneath you to rub your clit and you feel your legs start to tremble.

All you can think is Joel Joel Joel, and his voice cuts through the ringing in your ears, husky and breathless. “You gonna give me one more, yeah? Come for me, sweetheart. Be a good girl and come on my cock,” and you all but see stars behind your eyes, overwhelmed with the sweet praise. He stills as you come, his hands and affirming words keeping you grounded as you clench and gush around him.

He wraps his arms around you and pulls you up flush against him, your head falling back onto his shoulder and you’re not sure you can form words anymore, your chest heaving as you try to get your breathing back to normal. You turn your head towards him and he kisses you surprisingly gently.

“Can you be good just a bit longer?” He starts grinding his hips into you and you whine, your hands coming up to hold his arms. “Always such a good girl for me, hm?” He drags his mouth along the side of your neck and you nod tiredly, feeling him smile.

He starts with slow thrusts, his grip around you the sole reason you’re still upright, his voice in your ear and hot breath on your neck and the heavy, familiar, drag of his cock in and out making you dizzy.

“So fuckin’ tight around me sweetheart. Your favourite feeling, isn’t it? Being stuffed full of my cock?” He starts rambling on and you know he’s close. “You want me to come inside you? Want me to come inside your tight little pussy?”

“Yes, please. Please come inside me.”

He mumbles incoherently and you tighten your hands on his arms; his thrusts get harder and his arms stiffen in their hold around you and you feel him twitching as he starts to spill inside you, warmth coating your walls. He lowers you both to lie down as he comes down from his high, cock still buried deep inside you and you feel his spend start to leak out around him and down your thighs.

-

Shifting around and your eyes fluttering open, you’re wrapped up in Joel’s arms, head burrowed against his chest. You reach down and feel he’s cleaned you up and pulled fresh panties on you, a faint throbbing between your thighs. He stirs next to you and presses a kiss to your forehead, long and tender.

“Sorry, fell asleep,” you mumble and wrap an arm around his torso to press yourself into him even more.

He pulls back slightly, lifting your chin with a finger to look at him. “Sweetheart, think we’ve done this enough that I know you get sleepy afterwards. Stop apologising.” He cradles your cheek, kisses you sweetly and whispers, “Now go back to sleep.”

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[auroreliis]

Ughhhhh i love love love the one with Bruce protecting the reader from her brothers I've already read it like idk 5 times? Maybe 6 can you do the same thing with the other boys it reminds me of my brothers and their shenanigans and our happy days

Platonic Yandere!Bruce Wayne

Summary: Your father protects you from your brothers #2

CW: no warnings

(not edited or proofread)

You crossed you arms and furrowed your brows as you were forced to endure the constant mouse clicking and keyboard clatter.

A sigh escaped your lips as you looked around the messy room in boredom. Your brother, Tim, really wanted to spend some time with you, but he had so much work to do, so he forced you to sit on his lap instead.

It felt like you had scanned over this room at least a tousand times. He tried to clean it regularly so you would at least enter it, but it was still messy.

On the desk in front of you sat a mug filled with coffee. Right when you looked at it, he grabbed it and drank from it.

The steam which once protruded from the mug had faded away long ago.

"How can you drink cold coffee?", you were the first to break the silence.

He simply shrugged and smiled, "You get used to it."

You hummed, eyeing the mug. If you were to knock it over, perhaps you could have a reason to leave his room.

Your only worry was that he would figure you out immediately and remove the mug from your reach, so without thinking, you pretended to accidentally knock the mug onto your lap.

"Oh! Whoops...I should get changed...", you looked up at him expectantly.

The look he gave you indicated that he knew why you spilled coffee over yourself and him, but he just sighed and told you to leave.

You wasted no time exiting his room and closing his door after leaving, but you heard it open again as you were walking away.

You turned around. He was also exiting his room.

"Do you mind helping me clean up?", he asked innocently, "You did spill my coffee on me, after all." He saw the opportunity to clean with you.

Your eye twitched at that. Just when you thought you had gotten away.

"Oh...I am sooo sorry, but dad actually wanted to talk to me about something, so I will be doing that, if you don't mind?", you stuttered.

The slight frown idicated that he knew you were lying, but he had to make the most of it, so a smile returned to his face as he caught up to you and wrapped his arm around your waist.

"Sure, I also have to talk to Bruce, so let's go together", you glanced at him, very convinced that behind that grin, he was lying.

What made Tim so annoying was his perseverance. He just never gave up, did he?

He took you to the batcave, where your father was sitting at the Batcomputer, and patted you on the back, waiting for you to initiate your conversation.

"Heeeey...dad?", you waited for him to turn to you.

"Sooo....you wanted to talk to me about something, right?", you had taken a few steps towards him, in order to hide the fact that you were gesturing to Tim with your eyes.

He immediately caught on and closed the file on the computer before getting up, "Yes, I had an idea to improve your stay here, let's discuss it over some tea, alright?"

Bruce placed his hand on your shoulder as he guided you out the cave.

Tim was left there dumbfounded, before he remembered that coffee left stains.

~~~~~

"Hold still!", Damian all but shouted.

"I've been sitting here for hours!", you complained. "Just take a picture of me and use that as reference!"

Currently, Damian, your youngest brother, was using you as reference for a painting. In order to assure you would agree, he cuffed you to a chair in his room.

You looked up at him to see why he didn't reply to your protest, only to see him with furrowed eyebrows. Perhaps he was focused. Maybe he was angry. You could never really tell when it came to Damian. Seeing as he wasn't responding to your whining, you just sighed in defeat.

A knock on the door caused you to startle.

"Damian? Have you seen-", Bruce entered the room before looking at you. "Ah, there you are. Do you mind if I steal them for a moment?"

Damian mithered, "If they move now, the pose won't be the same later. I'd like to finish this painting first."

Bruce walked over to inspect the painting Damian was working on.

"It's nice, but won't that take a while? How about you take a picture of them, then the pose stays the same and they don't have to be present."

"It's not the same, besides I'd rather spend time with my actual sibling instead of a picture", Damian gave his best puppy eyes.

Bruce hummed before looking at you, who was trying their best to look sad. Apparently that wasn't working, so you'd have to change the subject.

"Dick is going back home tomorrow, right? He told me he wanted to spend time with me and Damian, perhaps we could do that?", your eyes darted between the two of them, seeking both of their approval.

"Aww! That's so sweet!", a new voice chimed in. Crap. That was Dick. When you said that, you hadn't actually intended to spend time with either of them, but now you would have to.

You laughed awkwardly as you looked to the door and saw Dick leaning on it.

"Hi", was all you could say with the way your throat was constricting.

Bruce looked at Damian questioningly. To be honest, you would rather sit in silence with Damian than talk to Dick, but the choice was not up to you anymore.

"Very well, we shall spend time with Richard. However, I will be taking your picture first, as I would like to finish this painting. I suppose it would take too long with the amount of detail I would like to add, so you may be absent this time", he explained, snapping a picture of you before uncuffing you.

You rubbed your wrists. They were all red. The handcuffs used to hurt, but you had gotten used to them by now.

"Hey, why don't you also come along?", you looked up at Bruce, who was still looking at your wrists.

If he was there, then he would have some control over the others, so you were elated when he agreed. In fact, you even grabbed his hand as you were following Dick.

You did notice the smile on his face, but you pretended to not see it, simply smiling to yourself.

How bittersweet. The man who kidnapped you protected you like a guardian angel would.

[oolhan]

Too Many Beds (Part 2)

okayyy so I finally had the time to continue the little fic I wrote about reverse trope of having too many beds instead of sharing one like they got used to do. I'm publishing it on ao3 here so I can navigate it easier. Give it some love there! Oh, read part 1 here. This will be in three parts, so enjoy this second one! Thank you! Edit: part 3 is up here!

Part 2:

Peeta’s bed was long empty before she even blinks sleep from her eyes. She hears some laughter outside their room as she puts on her robe but, well, it just could happen everybody is awake already.

“Oh, do you remember that time I got detention just from eating cookies in class?”

Hold up. It’s a familiar feminine voice and definitely not Jo’s or Annie’s. Katniss quietly peeks through the corner between the little dining set up and the hallway.

“No, no, Madge, I totally forgot that part after I was in detention for the first time,” Peeta accuses with sarcasm from the dining table.

Oh god, Madge? In France? Sitting prettily on a quaint chair eating some pastry in the morning? WITH PEETA?

“eh, tu l'as bien mérité,” Madge sips her coffee.

God, she’s French now, too?

Of course she is, because the Undersees flew to France shortly after their only daughter’s high school graduation, sending Madge off to a fancy college and never got the hang to be in touch with everybody. Well, except maybe for Annie and Delly. Madge Undersee was pretty popular in their batch, having been the student body president and an active advocate for several political issues. She fell into their group because Delly was part of her council and because she was, quite literally, head over heels for Peeta at the time.

Katniss can still hear the gasps in the school gym when Council President Madge Undersee tripped on her feet confessing to newly titled wrestling champion Peeta Mellark just after finishing his match. Katniss was stupidly giddy that day and had to keep herself from smiling because one, it’s horrible to be weirdly satisfied with someone’s embarrassing moment in public and two, Peeta gently rejected her confession.

It’s not that Katniss secretly hates Madge, not really. She respects her especially her courage in speaking out for different causes, as nonchalant as she may seem. It’s just that the girl’s advances towards Peeta comes off annoying as hell for someone like her. She’s always so sweet and so fluid with her walk and her hand gestures and she’s always speaking truth against the government and really smells so good whenever she arrives and always requests Peeta to bake her some strawberry shortcakes because why wouldn’t you bake for someone so irritatingly good? They really match well considering Peeta’s not only active in sports but also in social commentaries-

“Fuck!” Katniss hissed as Cinna placed a hand on her shoulder.

“What are you doing peeking here this early?” He whispers.

“Why is Madge here?” Katniss seethes, narrowing her eyes at Cinna’s bed head.

“Oh right, sorry. Hadn’t had the chance to tell you last night. She was in the city and heard about you guys from Delly. She got in very late,”

“Yeah, yeah,” Katniss agrees and turns when she hears another fit of laughs. She finds Peeta’s head thrown back from laughing while holding his mug. Cinna follows her line of sight.

“After all these years, huh?” He mocks, smiling knowingly.

“What—”

“Good morning, Peeta!” Cinna cuts her off by walking into the dining room, joining them in the laughter. Katniss huffs and go as well.

“Madge Undersee. It’s been a long time,”

“Oh Katniss! Katniss Everdeen! It’s been a long time!” Madge stands to hug her and had no choice but to wrap her arms around the blonde who still smells like strawberries and frosting. Shit, she also has a French accent now. If she speaks against some corrupt government leader it’s much sexier.

Katniss doesn’t now how her ears are reacting, much less how Peeta is reacting.

“Yeah, I think it was your father’s home vacation when I last saw you. You look… good.” She almost said French.

“Well, I didn’t really keep in touch with the lot of you but thankfully Delly and a few added me on their socials so I still hear some high school drama. If you know, you know, yeah?” Madge winks as she sits and proceeds to drink her coffee. “Coffee, Katniss?”

She blinks.

“Katniss doesn’t drink coffee in the morning. Would you like some hot chocolate?” Peeta supplies abruptly, leaving Katniss rendering what Madge was implying. She notices Cinna smiling swirling his mug.

“Uh-yeah, sure,” Peeta stands up to make her one. She sits on his chair and takes some sliced bread.

“So, uh, how are you finding living in Paris?”

“Ugh, je suis épuisé, please, don’t make me rant about shit here,” Katniss smiles at this because all these years, it’s still amusing to know how nice-pretty-sweet achiever Madge can talk so vulgar. She sips from Peeta’s mug while waiting.

“I’m sorry, just tired and all. Hopefully this trip to Venice won’t leave me feeling guilty for resting,”

“You’re going with us?” Katniss blinks as Peeta places her mug and drinks his.

“Yes, I just found out just before you came in. Apparently, we need her as tour guide for Venice.” He sits beside her and reaches for some bread like they didn’t fight the night before.

Well, they didn't really fight. It was just some awkward exchange of disagreement, so she lets him take a bite from her toast and lay his arm around her chair.

They eat as Madge discusses on what's been occupying her all these years while partly helping Cinna every Paris Fashion Week when she questions, "Okay, so I know it's early to ask but…” Madge seeks Cinna’s eyes and he nods.

Katniss and Peeta anticipates.

“I'm curious how are you two? did you finally hit it off? you seem like an old couple."

Katniss chokes on her hot choco and Peeta coughs his toast, suddenly remembering their encounter the night before and how those skimpy shorts were underneath her robe right now.

"Oh, no madame, you're very wrong. They're still friends," Cinna laughs as he helps Madge kills the curiosity.

"Come on madame Madge, like you didn't just tripped confessing to me in high school," Peeta teases her to dispel the awkwardness he feels rising beside him. Madge gasped dramatically.

Katniss was still coughing when Cinna hands her some water. Peeta tries not to pat her back. Like patting her would make it more awkward.

"Please deflate that ego, Peeta Mellark. I just didn't know how small your dick was compared to frenchies I've sucked," Madge throws and Katniss bursts out laughing at this.

Yep, totally vulgar.

Not at all awkward.

--

She’s fumbling her braid, trying not to act so annoyed hearing Peeta and Madge conversing beside her. Despite not sleeping enough the night before, Katniss feels well rested on the flight to Milan, waking up to her head resting on Peeta’s shoulder. But the rest she felt quickly turned sour when Madge woke up beside Peeta and started catching up with old news from their social circles.

She planned on watching Before Sunrise with him as a quick remedy from their awkward tension just a while ago. It seems they’ve been hanging on some tension ever since they separated beds last night. Weird. Thankfully, after hearing Madge’s comeback they heard Annie shriek from surprise followed by a sleepy Finnick, waking up Delly and the others. They got to pack by lunch time and wished Cinna the best before getting on the short flight to Milan.

She felt dread when coincidentally, Madge’s seat was beside Peeta, and Katniss at his left. Great. What if she switches with Jo?

No, it’ll turn more awkward than it already is. Jo will just tease her.

And yet now she wishes she switched places with Johanna as she sighs, tapping buttons on the TV panel until the film starts. She tries very hard to fade out their annoying nostalgic conversations on high school memories.

Like can’t Madge just move on from their high school era? She thinks and crosses her arms, really, really focusing on Jesse and Celine.

“Oh! Before Sunrise! Haven’t watched that in a while,” Peeta suddenly turns to her, his face a huge ball of energy.

“Yeah, I haven’t too,” Her annoyance is simmering, she can feel it.

Why is she so annoyed though? It’s not like something is off with her or with him. Or with Madge.

“Imagine watching that when we were in Vienna, seems like some cathartic experience. Too bad we didn’t think of it,” Peeta continues, making her more irritated.

“Hmm,” she just nods.

Madge suddenly panics, tapping furiously at Peeta. “Arm cramp! Arm cramp!” she hisses, trying to stretch her arm and avoids yelling in pain.

Katniss tries really hard not to roll her eyes when Peeta takes Madge’s arm and massage it to calm her muscles. “it’s okay, I get this all the time,” Peeta soothes.

She can’t focus on the fucking movie.

--

Peeta's beginning to get suspicious. He doesn’t like this strange feeling at all. Like they’ve been avoiding each other at the same time laughing and bantering like usual. He can feel it from her subtle distance, like when he offers her a snicker bar on flight but she declines.

And when he tries to take her suitcase from the baggage counter she dismisses him, mumbling she can carry it herself and catches on with Annie and Delly.

Maybe he's just overanalyzing things. Especially since he noticed the bags under her eyes when he made her tea this morning. Guess she's just tired.

"Okay! old routine everyone. Just drop your bags and freshen up. Come back here in 20, we'll find some late dinner, sleep, then catch the train first thing in the morning. Chop chop!" Delly directs before following Thom to the right of the hallway.

Peeta's eyes automatically goes to Katniss, a little nervous. A little expectant.

Gale and Finnick go left. Johanna stands with Madge and Annie, leering their suitcases away conversing.

He gulps down when Katniss walks towards him. From relief? tension? He doesn't know, what he knows is she won’t meet his eyes, but she’s still share a room with him.

"Let's go, we're 1208," she dangles their key room and walks past him, his eyes on her form and his feet stumbles before following her.

The door's creak fills the silence. They are quiet as they enter the standard room with Italian accents, and even more quiet as they see the single queen bed on the center of it. Why the fuck's so awkward and tensed? it's not like they never shared a bed. Peeta coughs and drops his bag on the left side facing the window.

"Dibs on this side," he tries casually, tossing himself on the bed and letting out a tired groan, closing his eyes. A moment later he felt the mattress dip and he glances to his right, seeing two pools of droopy grays and a soft smile.

"I'm tired, Peeta." She whispers and closes her eyes for a bit. He stares at her soft skin and long lashes. Oh, the things he'd do just to freeze this moment and live in it.

He lets out a sigh of relief and closes his eyes, smiling.

Yes, that explains her silence. She's just tired, that's all. It's just some jet lag. Nothing that cannot be dispelled.

--

Except it is not nothing.

Katniss’ scowl isn’t new to him, but seeing her scowling standing by the side as he takes a picture of Madge in front of an Italian antique store gives him an odd feeling.

The group is finally walking and exploring the city all afternoon after nearly missing their train in Milan because of Katniss and Peeta. They accidentally slept their way through the night and woke up from Delly’s insistent knocking and suddenly stumbled from one another’s limbs. Well, maybe just Katniss. He notices some pink blushing her cheeks when she stands up to open the door, but his mind is still asleep. Guess he must be imagining things.

“What? You just woke up? You two didn’t even fucking told us you planned on staying in last night and you just woke up?” Delly nearly shouts, helping Katniss with her bags while she washes her face in the bathroom.

“Sorry Dell,” Peeta rises and rubs his face from sleep, quickly opening his luggage for fresh clothes.

“Just wash your fucking faces and get down in 10! Everybody’s ready! We’re running to the station,” Delly almost slams the door, annoyance from having to baby her completely-capable-to-wake-up-on-their-own friends.

Despite their rushing, he still feels warm from waking up next to Katniss, and he tries not to smile as he feels a rush of giddiness. He pulls his shirt off and rummage for his toothbrush, walking towards the bathroom seeing her brushing her teeth as well.

Their eyes meet on the reflection on the mirror, and Katniss quickly looks away.

And she continues looking away from him all day. In fact, he feels her distance when she sat beside Gale and Johanna on the train ride. He had no choice but to seat beside Madge and listen to her antics for two hours.

He thought they were okay after sleeping again together. He clearly thought wrong, and he’s determined to find out why.

“Peeta! One more!” Madge grins a perfect smile as she poses in front of the camera.

Of course, Peeta is the guy with the camera on these kinds of trips. He delights on taking pictures of everything, from sceneries to his friends, especially when Katniss rarely wants one. But he’s distracted all afternoon because he still didn’t have a picture of Katniss. Or a picture of both of them. And they were on their fourth place of Delly’s itinerary.

He steals another glance on Katniss when Madge pulls Delly and Annie for another picture. He sees her looking back at him and she quickly takes her eyes off, heading towards Finnick, Thom, and Gale. He takes another picture.

She stands beside Finnick, “seems like we need to put some time limit on picture taking,” she rants.

“Come on, they’re just taking souvenirs. Why not join them?” Finnick defends, eating del Moro’s.

“Yeah, Catnip, what’s up with you today? You’ve been kinda silent,” Gale supplies.

“Relax, she’s just envious of Madge,” Johanna says, walking into the conversation with some street food for Gale. Katniss huffs.

“What? That’s not true! I’m just—”

“You’re what? Just exhausted? I can read you like a book, Kat. You’ve been jumpy ever since Frenchie here joined us yesterday.”

“and why would I be jealous of her?” She snaps, taking the pasta from Finnick and eats it. That’s such a ridiculous notion, even for her.

Because yes, Madge is pretty opposite from her. Prettier, funnier, easier to get along with. But that’s not why she’s upset. She doesn’t even know why she’s grumpy at all.

“Ugh, this is so high school all over again. You were always this stubborn and seething when miss pretty president is in our table,”

“and poor Peeta always suffer with it,” Thom laughs. What does that even mean?

“Suffer from what?” Peeta suddenly stands beside her and she tries not to choke on the pasta.

“Suffer from taking hundreds of pictures of the same pose,” she supplies casually, glaring at Jo’s wicked smile and the guys’ snorting.

“Okay come on, it’s nearing sunset” Finnick pats her on the back, looking around to see Annie and the girls buying from the stall far from where they stood. He clears his throat and whispers, “Jo, make sure she’s distracted enough when we walk to the bridge, talk with Delly and Madge.”

“Wait, what? What’s going on?” Katniss seems clueless, and Jo rolls her eyes. “He’s proposing at sunset, brainless.”

“I thought Peeta told you?” Finnick’s brow crinkles. Katniss looks to Peeta, annoyance bubbling.

“Uh-I-I couldn’t find a moment, sorry.” Peeta clears his throat, avoiding her eyes.

They were walking all afternoon and he didn’t have two seconds to tell her? Katniss’ tone almost borders on shouting, “and I’m just finding out now?”

“I was just told on the train!” he turns to her, his patience exceeding.

What’s wrong with her?

What’s wrong with them?

“Will you two just don’t be children for a second?” Jo sighs, exasperated. “This is for Annie and Finnick, alright? Calm your assess off.” She scolds, watching as Peeta and Katniss blush from embarrassment. They were indeed acting like children.

“Okay, they’re still paying. Peeta, camera’s still good?”

“Yes.”

“Gale, record it on your phone, okay?”

“Got it, boss.”

Finnick heaves out a nervous exhale. He still can’t believe he’s doing this, in a bridge in Venice, of all places. Peeta notices his nervousness and pats him on the shoulder.

“You got this, man. It’s been a long time coming,” he says warmly, easing his friend’s nerves.

Peeta has to admit there’s a small part of him envious of Finnick. No, scratch that. Envious of Finnick and Annie’s tooth-rotting relationship. Their group always knew they end up married to one another, as their love can’t be mistaken when they glance at one another, but Peeta; Peeta witnessed this romance from day one, when Finnick went home to their dorm from his first date with Annie and declares right then and there he’s marrying that girl one day. The sparkle on Finnick’s eyes leaves no doubt.

“This would’ve happened anyway, Finnick.” Katniss adds, and Peeta’s eyes automatically goes to her. He can’t help but picture himself looking up into those gray eyes filled with all the things he needed, kneeling in front of her with a ring.

His heart aches from the longing, and Katniss can’t help staring back at him, feeling a weird sensation in the pit of her stomach.

“Okay they’re coming.”

Katniss looks away, exchanging the weird feeling with annoyance on having been the last one to know.

--

“Okay, come on. Tell me,” Peeta catches up to her, his camera dangling. They are headed for Ponte delle Guglie, a bridge with the most beautiful trajectory of the sunset at the right moment.

They are the last one on the walk, with Madge, Jo, and Delly distracting Annie ahead of them. Peeta thinks it’s the perfect timing to get her to talk.

“Tell you what? The fact that I don’t know my two friends are going to be engaged by sunset because you didn’t tell me?” She snaps, her words thick with sarcasm.

“Well, it’s not like I could talk to you.” He retorts, eyebrows crinkling from impatience.

“How can I even talk to you when you’re busy taking pictures of Madge’s ass?”

“Oh, so this is about Madge now? You can’t even look at me, you’ve been weirdly distant, and—"

“No! this isn’t about miss pretty little sunshine!” Katniss yells. She knows she’s becoming irrational now.

“Well, I’m sorry I was bonding with our friend that I hadn’t spoken to for a long time!”

“No, Peeta. This is about you not telling me things I’m supposed to know. Imagine if I hadn’t been there awhile ago! I would’ve look stupid for not knowing!”

“You’re the one to talk. As if you’ve been honest with me on why you’re so annoyed all of a sudden. Is this about us sleeping?”

Katniss gets caught off guard from the question. She inhales, ready to answer back, only to hear Annie shriek from surprise.

“Shit!” Peeta runs off from her, positioning his camera near a kneeling Finnick and a crying Annie, rushing to snap the moment.

Katniss suddenly feels ill from their argument and from almost ruining Finnick's proposal. What a memorable trip this is becoming.

[astranva]

Andrew Garfield talking about his girlfriend for 8 minutes video

Word Count: 1.2k

Category: Fluff

Warning: None

Summary: A fan makes a YouTube video of Andrew Garfield talking about you for 8 minutes straight.

..

When the news of you and Andrew dating got out three years ago, fans and the media had a field day.

It wasn’t because you were anyone famous—quite the opposite. Being someone with a normal job, you and Andrew had basked in finally going outside as a couple, and it was how adorable the pictures looked that had everyone freaking out.

One picture was of you laughing, Andrew’s arms around you from behind as he wrapped his coat around you as he wore it, a grin on his face.

Another picture was of you looking at him, eyes set on one another with his hands tangled in your hair, while the other was of him kissing you and despite the photo not being one in high quality, everyone could still see the small smirk he had as you kissed.

It was no surprise when fans posted edits of you together, and although the content they got was minimal, considering your lack of presence in interviews and public press, it was always a field day when you appeared beside him on a red carpet or when you both did as little as grab yourselves some coffee.

Andrew Garfield talking about his girlfriend y/n for 8 minutes straight

The 8-minute and 29-second video started with lofi music over an advertisement for marvel hoodies that everyone seemed to promote, before a sound of glitching television sounded and the video started.

The video started with Andrew and Zendaya’s Actor on Actor interview when they first started talking about Zendaya’s performance on Euphoria.

“Makes me want to cry. I didn’t feel like there was any acting. It felt like you were living through something in such an authentic way,” Andrew said, “And I remember I watched episode 5 with Y/N—with my girlfriend, and she was just like, ‘Andy, can you check up on Zendaya?’”

Zendaya smiled, being her usual self who got flustered at any compliment or praise, “She did text me that night, I remember.”

“She did,” he nodded, “She was so heartbroken over the episode.”

The video then moved to show Andrew during his Wired Autocomplete interview, the foam board in his hand as he took off the sticker that hid the question.

“Does Andrew Garfield sing in Tick, Tick…Boom?” He read, “So, Andrew Garfield does sing in Tick, Tick…Boom, yes. Thank you,” he answered, “I worked very, very closely with an amazing vocal coach, Liz Caplan, and all of Lin Manuel Miranda’s amazing musical direction team. They enabled me to open my voice up to the point where I could honor Jon’s songs and feel confident enough to belt them out as he always did when he was doing his one-man show,” he nodded slight, “It was a privilege to be able to learn a skill that I’ve always wanted to attain but my girlfriend wouldn’t really agree,” he chuckled, looking at the camera, “Y/N’s had enough of my singing, because every time I’d learn something new, it’d be the only thing I’d be doing around our home and she’s incredible, she has a job that she needs to focus on and rest from, but I was always there singing and annoying her,” he laughed, “She’s a gem for putting up with me.”

Another clip then played as Andrew read Buzzfeed’s thirst tweets, headphones on his ears.

“Andrew Garfield if you see this on your secret Twitter account, I’m free this weekend if you want to get lunch or drinks or something, just let me know. If you want to do it earlier, I can do dinner during the week,” he chuckled as he read the tweet, “But I’m usually busy before six,” he finished with a laugh, leaning back in his seat, “I love that. That’s very, very—I like hyper-vigilance. I like specificity of plans,” he said, “But I’m going to have to give you a rain check on that because I’m actually busy on the weekend, unless you want to join in on my girlfriend and I’s date, then it’s fine by me,” he laughed, “I can do lunch during the week though, but we’re going to have to have that at Y/N’s office because that’s where you’ll usually find me having my lunch.”

The clip then moved to Andrew on the Ellen show, getting asked about Spider-Man: No Way Home, and having to lie to people.

“Who knew? Beside your agent, who knew that you were doing this? I mean, how hard is that? To keep it to—I mean, your family knew?” Ellen asked him.

“Yeah, my dad, my brother, and my mother at the time,” he answered with a smile, “Yeah, just kind of us. It was fun to keep it secret,” he grinned, “Because you know when you’re planning a surprise birthday party for someone, and then you’re like, tell me, you know I hate surprises, but I can see it on your face that you’re just like ‘I’m not gonna tell you’,” he shook his head with his wide grin, “So it felt like I was part of organizing a surprise birthday party for a bunch of people whom I knew would appreciate it.”

“Did your girlfriend know?”

Beaming even more, “Y/N had no idea,” he said, laughing, “And—lying to the media, to the fans, that was easy and fun, but lying to my girlfriend has got to be—it was one of the most agonizing and terrible things I have ever done.”

“You lied to her for what? Two years?”

“Technically, it was a year and a few months,” Andrew pointed.

“And how—how did she take that? I’d be pretty offended.”

He laughed, shaking his head, “She wasn’t, she wasn’t. I knew she’d appreciate it because she knows how I feel about my experience with the character, and it was—I’ll tell you something,” he sat up, smiling, “It was worth every single moment where I had to tell her I was shooting for another movie when I saw her reaction when we went to watch it together,” he said, “We had to watch it again because she couldn’t really focus after I was on screen,” he laughed, “But yeah, it—it was definitely hard having to lie to her, and it definitely made her tease me about trust for a while, but she supported me throughout without even knowing.”

The clip then moved to the last one, being from a recent interview with GQ of 10 things Andrew can’t live without.

In a t-shirt and sporting a full beard, he held a silver necklace with a compass on it.

“This is a necklace with a compass on it,” he said, holding the necklace in his hands before the camera zoomed on it before it showed him again, “My girlfriend Y/N gave this to me in a period where I needed to trust the direction I was going, even if I didn’t know where I was going,” he chuckled, looking at it, “It’s become such a symbol of our relationship because in a way, to me, it feels like it navigates us both back to where we have always met, toward our common interests and our differences that initially made us attracted to each other. But she’s always been very persistent on her support for me and my journey in my career, and my journey as a person, so this necklace is just a reminder from her that the direction I’m headed in is always one I can find value in,” he smiled, “My relationship with Y/N is very essential to me. She’s just—She’s truly my person, and this necklace is a symbol of the deep connection we have with each other.”

[ratanslily]

The Morning After.

Book: Astrea's Broken Heart. Type: Edit + Ficlet. (523 words) Pairing: Cassiel x Audrey. Rating: T Trigger Warnings: None, Except slight suggestive content. Open to change, if necessary. Tags: @agattthaa , @rc-catalog

A/N: a continuation of the beautiful @agattthaa 's Starved. Please read that before this <3333

Warm rays of sunlight streamed in through the window, disturbing Cassiel's peaceful slumber. His eyes shoot open, looking up at the ceiling. beautifully decorated room, soft cushions, fur blankets..where has he woken up?

His eyes fall on Audrey beside him, her drool adorably pasted all over her pillows (and some on his chest), her body still bare from last night's lovemaking. Memories rush back to him in waves as the scent of their joint act hits his nostrils like a tidal wave, and he shudders, remembering how they teased each other into a night both of them will never forget.

No, No! He can't be thinking again, or else he'll get a morning wood, yet another chance for Audrey to tease him.

That damn bat. Cassiel mentally takes a note to thank the creature for matchmaking them because they both are stubborn as hell not to do it themselves.

~~

Cassiel rarely sleeps peacefully. Whatever he did in life rushes back to him at night, haunting him, torturing him mercilessly. so most of the nights, he either tosses in bed restlessly or goes by the Astrea's statue to train himself.

But this night? This special night? He slept like a baby, entwined with the most gorgeous (and infuriating) woman he's ever seen. She's such a vixen.. a very beautiful one at that. She keeps his fears and nightmares at bay, and he finds comfort in her arms. He won't tell her that, though.

They clung onto each other all night, as if they were both afraid the other would leave, disappear or just run away from this.

A soft smile makes its way on his face when he sees her sleeping face, lips parted slightly, the lipstick smudged all over (from his doing), her hands on his waist, legs intertwined with his. God, he hopes she sleeps like this for a few more minutes so he can apprecia- oh, no.

Of course, she had to wake up.

Ofcourse, her lips had to curve into that annoying smirk, on having caught Cassiel being soft red-handed.

He immediately shuts his eyes, putting on the most neutral expression ever.

"Ha, I saw that, Cassiel."

".."

Cassiel mentally rolls his eyes, opening his lids with a defeated sigh.

"You have drool on your face."

"I had you inside me last night."

"..."

Audrey's smirk gets more smug when she sees that she's left him speechless for the second time this morning. The day is already off to a great start. Now for her third shot..

"If we have a daughter, I'm going to name her Cassie."

"Audrey, what on earth?"

"Hehehe... just 'kid'ding."

God, this woman. her charms.. they can shut him up real quick. she got him bad. Like, real bad. She makes his eyes roll, but only he knows how much his heart flutters on her teasing.

(She knows it too, she can feel his heartbeat rising up in her proximity.)

~

"I didn't.. think you'd actually stay here till the morning.."

Audrey scoots close, drumming her fingers over his chest, tracing invisible patterns.

"Ofcourse."

Cassiel finally looks at her with that soft expression again.

"I'd be nowhere else."

[spikershoyo]

I Don't Know You | Robbie Reyes x f!reader | smut | minors DNI!

Warnings and notes: Smut, one-night stand with Robbie, oral sex (fem), Robbie having bi panic, mentions of sex and drinking, Gabe's sleep being disturbed, wrote this on my phone and with very little editing so tell me if I missed anything to tag, this was inspired by the song 'I Don't Know You' by The Marias it's so good, listen to rn,

The sun peeking through the curtains of Robbie’s windows shine over his eyes. They flutter closed again when he’s hit with the light. He moves around a bit and slowly sits up, a hand making its way to hold his head, the steady thump of a headache starting to bloom.

He groans as he takes in his surroundings. He’s home. Safe and sound. He can hear Gabe’s soft snores from the other side of the wall. He looks over at his nightstand, the clock reading 10:14. That’s waking up late to Robbie’s standard on a weekday.

Robbie becomes aware that he’s not wearing anything under his sheets, he takes in the sore feeling of his neck, his back, and his legs. The fan from the ceiling of his room is on the highest setting, spinning around and creating a fresh temperature in his otherwise hot room.

A soft groan comes from him as he stretches out his back, his mind bringing him back to the party from last night. The annoying voice of one of the assholes from his senior year of high school telling him to ‘let loose’ is etched into his mind.

He really did let loose last night.

He didn’t do anything too crazy last night, he hopes, just a lot of drinks and a lot of eye fucking from both him and the people at the party. He remembered the string tequila they had brought out and the Don Q vodka. The most he drank was beer and the occasional shot of something.

What he does remember though is the people he talked to. The redhead who was drunk on mojitos blabbered to him all night, making a not-so-subtle comment on how hot he was.

A few guys he had known prior but didn’t really get a long with. This chick at the bar that was all over him and couldn’t stop reaching for his belt. Yeah, he didn’t let her get too far.

A man who was maybe a few years older than him said he liked Robbie’s jacket, he seemed cool. He was definitely cooler than most people at the party. What he didn’t expect was that the same man was going to have him blushing as he whispered soft words of praise into Robbie’s ear.

In no time, Robbie was stuttering out excuses and apologies, telling the man ‘N-nah, I don’t swing that way. Sorry.’ When it was clear that he had been thinking it over for the last few months after that stupid dare he had done between him and his friends. He won’t admit it’s still buried in the back of his head.

After one too many drinks and flirting here and there, he didn’t even remember if he went home with someone or not. But he found out soon enough when he felt a shuffle from beside him. He was so immersed in his memories of last night that he didn’t even take into account that there was a beautiful someone in his bed.

He lies back down when he sees the back of a girl, her shoulders have hickeys and bite marks over them. Robbie covers his mouth as he smirks a bit. Her hair a slight mess as it lays under her head. He puts his arms out and pulls her to his chest, a soft groan emitting from her.

You could feed strong and rough hands pulling you to a warm source. Not wanting to wake up yet, you just stayed still, lying in the comfy bed. Robbie’s hands snake around your waist, squeezing and feeling your sore body.

Once you do finally open your eyes, there’s a slight dizzying feeling in your head. Must be all the alcohol you drank last night. A soft stream of kisses starts being planted over your shoulders, the coarse feeling of facial hair on your soft skin makes you tingle.

When you turn around you’re both met with unfamiliar faces. Jesus, how much did you drink last night?

Robbie’s eyes widen at how pretty you are. He smiles gently and leans in to press a kiss to your forehead, which makes a smile of your own bloom across your face. He pulls you in for a hug and his hands wander down your naked body, feeling your curves and your skin.

You accept the warm and gentle hug, fitting into him like a puzzle piece. Your own hands came up and scratched his scalp, a low moan escaping him. You chuckle at the sound.

After a while of touching and re-exploring, you find the courage to use your voice.

“I don’t know you.” You laugh lowly, hiding your laughter in his neck. Robbie chuckles as well, his hands never stop touching you, now tracing shapes and words into your skin.

“It’s fine. I don’t know you either.” He pulls back and kisses your cheek. “But I like this.” “Oh, definitely.” You both end up laughing, relishing in the glow of the morning. “I’m Robbie.” You nod, telling him your name. “Y’know, one would think you’d remember my name after the amount of times you screamed it last night.”

Your eyes widen as a gasp leaves you, a laugh following after. “You! I had- well, we had a lot to drink.” Robbie agrees at your words. He pulls back from the hug and bites his lip softly. “God, you’re beautiful.” He slides down the bed a bit so he can be level with your chest. He presses kiss after kiss to your body, sometimes leaving wet spots as he licks over bites that he left last night.

“I should make your breakfast.” He sighs into your body, his fingers pressing themselves into your plush thighs, kneading any part of you that he found sore.

“I think I wanna stay here a bit longer. Maybe go for another round…” you whisper cheekily. Robbie laughs and shakes his head. “I wouldn’t mind at all.” He pulls you down to face him now, getting to see his pretty brown eyes. Your hand comes up and you trace the freckles on his face, connecting them like constellations.

He can feel his cheeks dusting over with pink, quickly becoming fond of your gentle and calm nature. He sits up and has you sit up as well, your back against the headboard.

He leans down and puts your legs on his shoulders, his face leaning down to your core. Robbie presses a kiss to your clit and you can’t help but shudder. He doesn’t waste time diving in and eating you out.

A whine escapes you as your hands bury themselves into his cropped hair. “Robbie-“ “Mhm, love the way you say my name, baby.” He talks into your core, some of it muffled as he licks up your wet cunt.

One loud moan from you is all it takes for a light knocking on the wall from Gabe. “Robbie, shut up!” His little brother groans as he shuffles in his bed. This makes you and Robbie end up laughing and having Robbie put a hand over your mouth as he pulls orgasm after orgasm from you.

[v--143]

Coukd you do a lee!minho and ler!chan?

YES OMG I have no idea if I’ve done this duo before but if I haven’t then thank you SO much for requesting it I’m literally in love with their relationship

❕Trying something new❕This is a first-person pov fic!! It’s not long and is more of a tester than anything :) after finishing I realized, at least for my preference in reading, that 3rd person imo is better, but if you like this style more lmk! Keep in mind this is very much a *drabble* so there wasn’t much editing ^^

< Humiliated >

[Lee! Lee Know]

[Ler! Bangchan]

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I finished off with a smirk at the crowd of Stays in the distance. That solo stage was one of the more intense ones during the concerts, but it wasn’t anything impossible for me to handle. Lightsticks flew up across the crowd and the cheering made my ears fall deaf. It was a beautiful sight to see.. to which I boasted to the members about (obviously).

“Minho!! We love you Minho!! You’re so hot Lino!!” I whisper-screamed into Changbin’s ear. He shoved me to one side as he told me Stays were screaming for everyone, not just me. As if he thought I didn’t know my performance was the best one!

“Yeah pssch but did you see the cheering for meeee? They were going insane! Lee Know! Lee Know!” I giggled as I was once again shoved to the other side of the couch as his hand was placed onto my ribcage.

Nope, none of that.

I quickly rolled off the couch and walked away before being embarrassed. If I’m tickled in front of anyone and it’s found out I’m one of the most ticklish members of the group… no. Not me. That’s too vulnerable, it’s too embarrassing for others to know.

I jogged over to my room and ran into Chan on the way.

“Hi” I said (cutely, of course).

He smiled as he shook his head.

“So you can act all cool on stage, tease Stay with your smirk, and practice your dances for hours until perfection… yet you can’t remember to give me back my favorite sweater.”

Shit, I forgot. And I have it on. Double shit.

“Ahhh I will now! Sorry Hyung I forgot again” I mean, I did forget. I was being sincere, but..

“Oohoh no this is like the fourth time you’ve forgotten. Imagine if- wha- is that a stain?! Lee Know!!!”

I didn’t stain it did I?! I looked down at the spot he was staring at and-

A big orangeish-pink splotch of what I’m assuming was my soup from earlier today looked back up at me. It was right on my ribs, how did I not see it before?!

“Come here.” Chan grabbed me by the arm and walked with me down to the kitchen. He looked pissed. Not actually pissed, of course, but as annoyed as can be. I had other things to do though! And I didn’t want him humiliating me in front of everyone else. I told him I’d have it clean by the end of the day, but he wasn’t having it.

“No, I want it now. And clean.”

“Well I can’t really do that now.. sorry hyung just wait a little bit-“ he didn’t let me finish as he began grabbing an array of cleaning supplies like Clorox wipes, a soft scrubbing tool, a rag, and some

“Yes you can do it now,” he said as he walked towards me, “I’ll help you”

I didn’t even have time to protest before he wrapped an arm around my waist and threw me onto the living room couch. He placed all other items on the floor and placed me on my side. I didn’t like where this was going, I didn’t even understand what was happening yet!

“This is the stain, right?” Chan asked as he pointed to the big splotch on the sweater, which sat above my ribs.

“Obviously dumbass” I replied. Snarky, I know, but I’m confused.

“Okay. Then stay still as I clean it.” With that, Chan grabbed a damp cloth, poured a few drops of soap on it, held my hip with one hand, and began to rub the cloth on the sweater with his other hand.

I don’t think I’ve yelled so loud in my life.

“FUhuhuck wait wahait!!” I yelled out. It’s too intense!!

“Nope, I’ve waited long enough”

What an ass!

“Careful hyung you might get kicked” Hyunjin intruded. I just shot him a glare and tried to cover my side.

“Oh no no no, hands up” Chan said.

I just stared at him (probably definitely blushing). Did he seriously expect me to keep my arms raised, here in the living room, in front of everyone, and not lower them?! He’s a madma-

“He’s too weak for that, hold on” I heard Changbin say. Who was he to help Chan and not me?!

“Ya don’t make this into a big deheheal!! Just let me go wash it and I’ll give it back-” I was cut off by Changbin forcefully grabbing my wrists and holding them barely above my chin, as if to taunt me by making me be so close to covering my sides but unable to do so.

“You clearly need some help figuring out how to keep things clean.. be ready to cover his mouth, Bin.” Chan said.

I had nowhere to go and nothing I could do except kick my legs out until Chan sat on them and began to harshly drag the rag up and down my ribs, digging in the entire way.

“AHAHehahahehaAHA WAhahit!! HahaHAHAE WhaHAHAIT!!” I laughed out loudly as he purposefully dug the rag into my side.

“This stain is a tough one..” he said.

“Noho it’s nOHOT!! AHAHAHA” I screamed as he kept going, “STOP! STOHOhohaHAHA”.

My face flushed red as I saw Chan and Bin simply watching me and laugh. I saw the other members, too, smiling over at me. I felt relieved humiliated.

I’ve never been one to beg anyone for anything. Ever. But..

“PLEHEASE! STOHOP PLease plehehease!! PlehahaHAHAHEA AAHHHHAHA” I yelled out as fast as I could until Chan began to slow down the pace.

“I think it’s mostly off now.. it’ll do.”

I was let go and immediately slammed my hands down to cover my sides, one wet from the soapy cloth. Chan giggled down at me as I quickly stood up and went to find another sweater. Idiot.

I changed quickly and threw Chan’s into the washer, not without a glare at him beforehand though.

[orions-tears]

Close to the Sun - Aesop Sharp [Part 1]

Pairing: Aesop Sharp x fem!reader

A/N: Hey guys! So I got two requests about sharp and I think they could be combined to make a really good story so here it is. I plan on this one being pretty long so stay with me! Thank you @the-error-in-love and @anmactireaonair for your requests! I promise I'm fitting both so I hope you enjoy what's coming for the fic! Also this hasn't been edited at all or beta read so oh well

Part 2, Part 3, and Part 4 are linked :)

“I must just have a numb thumb,” you laugh, throwing your hands up. You’ve never been very good at growing plants. Every dittany plant has died, every chomping cabbage has bitten you, and you don’t even want to think about what happened with the venomous tentacula.

Mirabel smiles and holds your hands. “My dear, that’s nothing we can’t fix!” Letting go, she grabs a fresh pot and some dittany seeds. “This is wonderful! I’m excited to help you grow your skills. Now, what else do you plan to use? Anything else we can nurture together?”

You fold your arms. “No, unfortunately. The last ingredient may be very hard to find. I need a phoenix tear.”

“Impossible,” you hear a gruff voice say.

You look over to see a taller man slowly coming down the stairs. You can’t help but stare as he walks over, thinking he looks a bit familiar. He raises an eyebrow at you and you feel your face burn a bit, looking back at Mirabel.

“Professor Sharp! How wonderful to see you here,” Mirabel chirps.

She genuinely looked pleased to see him, Sharp thought offhandedly. The woman with her doesn’t seem to feel the same. “Phoenixes are hard to find and even more so to extract ingredients from.”

You pout in response and smile, looking back at him. “Well, I’m very good at those sorts of things…Professor Sharp, was it?”

The faintest smile graces his face as he looks at you with narrow eyes. “Yes…well I suppose I should retrieve what I came here for and leave you two to your devices.”

Mirabel excuses herself to help him for a moment and you lean against one of the potting stations. Despite such a rough introduction, you can’t help but be compelled by him. Through his apathetic demeanor, you could see a bit of intrigue. He was also fairly handsome for a Hogwarts professor. If you had a professor like him in your time here, maybe you would have fared better on your O.W.L.S. Mirabel returns and bids the man goodbye. When he leaves, you grab her hands and look at her.

“I need more of him.”

She looks at you shocked for a moment and then laughs. “Well, he is the potions professor. I’m sure he’d be wholly willing to help you in your endeavors, my blossom.”

After collecting the ingredients you need from the greenhouse, you thank Mirabel with a hug and say your goodbyes, heading to the potions classroom. Upon arrival, you peak your head in to see if he’s teaching. The room is empty save Sharp sitting at his desk in the back of the room. You walk over, hands clasped behind your back, and stand over his desk.

“Professor Sharp?”

He sighs, continuing to write. “I would hope you haven’t forgotten your homework this quickly,” he states, obviously annoyed.

You laugh quietly, causing him to look up. “I apologise, Professor, but I’m no student.”

He turns a light shade of red and pushes himself from the table. “Apologies. I’m used to students with thoughtless questions. Professor Garlick’s acquaintance, if I remember correctly?”

You nod. “My name is (Y/N).” You stare at him for a moment and shake your head. “I’m sorry you just…you look so familiar and I can’t place it.”

He raises and eyebrow. “Unfortunately, I can’t say the same for you. Is there something I can help you with, (Y/N)?”

You gasp and nod, pulling out some of your ingredients. “Mirabel said you were good with potions. Well, you are the professor for it, but I was hoping you would have some insight on brewing a new potion.”

He scoffs and walks around the table. Watching him this close, you can see he has a noticeable limp. Somehow, that confuses you more on why you can’t remember him. You follow him around the room, rambling about your plans for a new healing potion. He stops at one of the blackboards and looks down at the ground, putting his hands on his hips.

“I think it would really be helpful. Sometimes Wiggenweld just isn’t enough. I think if we can make something strong enough, it could heal great wounds.”

He looks at you, seemingly irritated, and sighs. “Not everything can be healed.”

“You say that now, but-“

He grunts and walks to his office. You follow behind him until he closes the door in your face. For someone so handsome, he’s quite unseemly. Frustrated, you apparate back to the ministry and trudge to your office. When you sit down at your desk, you pull out the ingredients and stare at them. “I can do this. I just need to do it right…” you mutter to yourself.

Days go by as you attempt to brew the potion without the phoenix tears, but even this brew was a fail. One blew up in your face, another simply caught on fire (not quite sure how you managed that), and the third turned black. Not exactly a good sign. It’s not like you know anything about making new potions. The measurements of ingredients, how to stir and how long? It’s just impossible. You must get Sharp to help you. You sigh, looking at your cauldron dejectedly. You can do this. You just need help.

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Raph is relaxing on stream while playing a cozy game. He has a very big fluffy blanket draped and wrapped around him, while leaning against a giant pillow. His mask is not on so some light scars around his right eye are visible, and his arm tattoos have a light glow to them.

Raph was chatting with the audience, though as time went on he was yawning a bit more often, getting a bit more tired, so some of the chat were betting on if he was going to fall asleep again.

Raph lets out a loud long yawn again, "Man, I sometimes miss when my sibs were tiny~ they were so cute~ even when they annoyed the heck outta me."

He pauses the game, and puts down the controller, "Like Mimi used to get so messy with his art stuff, I remember when he drew little versions of us on the wall, sure Pops was mad, but he just gave Mimi some books and paper to draw on instead." Raph sways side to side with a very happy expression. His tail is visibly wagging under the blanket with kinda audible thumps.

"I remember when Dee took apart a radio, the microwave, that one toaster. I don't think we could fully stop him from dismantling anything, but we did get him to start putting things back together." Raph lets out a happy sigh, "I could go on about Dees antics."

"Oh Blue, he used to be almost glued to Dee, but he would also spend hours trying to read the comics we had. He would constantly go to Dee for how to say words." Raph lets out another yawn though much smaller.

"Hmm, why didn't Blue come to me? Well I've always had a hard time with learning stuff. My mind couldn't hold what I learned. So to anyone it would seem like I'm a meathead jock type, like the dumb athlete tropes in old TV shows." Raph says while moving his legs into a different position. "But we figured things out. I got some plans to go into Sports Medicine, that way I can help prevent some of the common injuries in Wrestling, or at the dojo I volunteer at."

Raph gets a bit more sleepy, but keeps rambling, the audience and chat are all over the places, especially when he mentions Dee having an aggressive biting phase, and they would hold on like a cartoon dog.

Raph eventually does fall asleep, and the chat goes nuts again until Mikey came to check on him for missing dinner.

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Dee would later get a bit mad at Raph for inspiring their fans to create some Feral Dee memes, and that they were editing their head onto cartoon dog biting into things.

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Masterpost

I had this idea in my head for a couple days, and when writing almost made it a bit dark, I didn't want to do that so I restarted with a better start.

How was this going to be dark? I was about to start it with Raph venting about being basically racially profiled as a teen, but then remembered 'this is supposed to be Raph sleepily gushing about his siblings, how am I supposed to turn it to that?' So I just backed it up, and wrote the above.

[softmeetscreatureplz]

ALRIGHT. HERES ANLITTLE EXCERPT FROM A ONESHOT I NEVER FINISHED!!!!

FOR @bsd-disability-week-2024 DISABILITY BSD WEEK (DAY 1: PHYSICAL DISABILITY) - Chuuya Nakahara with Chronic Pain!!!!

(Edit; Yes I just remembered Chronic illness is technically also a day. I will either post another thing or swap them for what I post shhh)

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Chuuya had first started dealing with- this, a long time ago. Before he'd met Dazai, before he'd even escaped the lab.

The aching, shooting jolts of pain, that spread from his fingertips up his arms, and ate away at his lowered back. When he'd been younger, it'd terrified him. The amount of pain- striking at random seeming, going from dull, easily ignorable things to something that left him in tears and unable to move properly.

He'd ended up filled with experimental drugs from the scientists- handlers there- and for the most part it disappeared.

Then Chuuya had gotten out- living on the streets alone before being found by sheep. For the most part, the pain became dull. Something tiring, that stung every once in awhile, but manageable. He ignored it, keeping his hands hidden and warm in his pockets and protecting his back well in fights. The careful control kept the pain at bay somehow, and helped keep himself in control of Arahabaki.

Until he was fifteen. He met an asshole of a guy- Dazai Osamu. And, he fucking sucked. He was rude, lazy, worked for the PM, annoyed Chuuya, insulted his height, and didn't know how to shut up.

Chuuya hated him. With an absolute, burning passion.

Any sort of fondness there he blamed on his exceedingly poor taste in men. Nothing serious. Nope.

But, then they were working together; and Chuuya took his hands out of his pockets, and they worked together to beat Rimbaud. Dazais hands were warm- and his grip added pressure and Chuuya tried very very hard not to let on how relieved he was that he wasn't worse.

Joining the Port Mafia was- weird.

Weird and different as strange. He got gloves, which meant he didn't have a real reason to keep his hands in his pockets.

He did it anyway.

His hands ached dully, and trying to do both his and Dazais paperwork almost made him want to say fuck it and spree, his back and hands flaring up. He pushed through it, using the fact that Dazai and the others knew he hadn't received a real education to let himself be a bit more messy.

He still didn't tell anyone. He was fairly sure Ane-san had caught onto the fact that something was up, the way he sometimes shied away from picking up his tea and hid his hands more than usual when they met up. She didn't press.

Chuuya still didn't know what was happening other than this, but the more he tried to hide it the more sure he was that no one else here felt the same. He refused to be weak and let it get to him.

Storm bringer- happened. He got electrocuted, and beaten in a fight, and used Corruption. His friends died. He wasn't human.

When they got home, Chuuya hid himself away in his apartment. His arms felt like they were on fire, still being electrocuted. His back screamed at him, aching and stabbing, and he was exhausted. He didn't know how to do this. The redhead lay in bed for ages, pained and mourning. It felt like he had aged years in that time.

The silent tears on his pillows were left unnoticed, and forgotten.

No one tried to disturb him. His phone was left abandoned, the buttons too much to handle.

Eventually, his pain eased. Worse than the dull ache it had been, but manageable. He'd been gone too long anyways. He forced himself up. Chuuya was starting to hate this, just a little bit.

If he had to be not human, why did he have to get a body that hurt too?

[cheshirecatuniverse]

If Hyuga had a baby sister

featuring: Murayama, not edited!

To be realistic, revenge consumed so many years of his life that Hyuga would barely acknowledge his little sister's existence.

They don't even share the same mother. They've never even lived in the same home. Hyuga didn't even remember the year she was born.

During the middle of a SWORD issue, something happened. He got a call from an unknown number.

"Is this Hyuga Norihisa?"

He grunted, "Who wants to know?"

Out of anyone, he could have imagined he didn't think it'd be a social worker. The worker had wanted to take his sister from her foster parents for a long time now. Since Hyuga was out of prison, the worker had been trying to get into contact with him.

When he hung up, he laughed. They must have been desperate to look past his record.

It was also Hyuga's first time thinking of her for longer than a minute. Contemplating whether he should bother meeting her.

The clearest memory of her was when his father forced him to hold her. He was prepared for the newborn in his arms to start crying or fussing, but it never happened. Instead, she just looked at him and slowly fell asleep.

A day after the warehouse fight, Hyuga somehow ended up at the social services agency. He hadn't even made a final decision, but he was here.

The sight of this little girl sitting on the floor of a piss poor excuse of playroom. The walls were peeling, and the floor looked like it hadn't been clean in years. Still, she was just sitting there, with a paper lunch tray in front of her.

At first, he just stood there, and she just looked at him. Then he sighed and sat down on the floor with her. She still didn't say anything.

Reluctantly, he called her name. It was foreign on his tongue. When she looked at him, Hyuga realized how much she looked like their father.

"Hyuga," He pointed at himself and then laying back, leaning his weight against his arms.

At first, this little four year old had look of familiarity. Granted, they did share their family name, but then her face changed into something strange. It was almost empty, Hyuga had never seen such a thing on a child. But then he remembered something one of his brothers had said years ago.

"Anyone else with my name come see you?" He roughly asked.

His sister nodded.

"They say anything to you?"

She nodded again.

"Well, what was it?"

She spoke for the first time, "He said I should die."

Hyuga didn't understand why he had taken her home that day. Not one bit.

Maybe it was because what she told him, maybe because she was the only other Hyuga alive.

It could also be when he asked why she didn't eat her food, she had only answered, "I wanna save it. So my tummy won't hurt at night."

Hyuga had zero idea on how to raise a kid. Or talk to one for that matter.

"You smoke?"

She shook her head, "Nuh-uh."

Hyuga noticed that when he showed his little sister his kitchen, she kept opening and closing the cabinets and drawers. She kept saying, "Where the locks?"

He realized very quickly that he had to encourage her to take what she wanted in the kitchen.

To ask for things in general seemed to be difficult at first, but she was in a new environment.

Hyuga taught her how to microwave frozen foods and made sure the packaged food in the fridge was lowered enough to where she could reach.

Taking her to the Daruma Temple the first time, people thought he had a secret love child.

Nobody, not even the men that used to be from Hyuga Kai, knew there was a younger Hyuga.

Hyuga's little sister is going hide a lot from Daruma Ikka, even though they would still be getting to know each other, she would hide behind his legs. He isn't as annoyed at the action as he'd thought he'd be.

She would go as far as hiding her head in the back of his Daruma jacket.

One time, Hyuga broke one of his glass bongs. It became an incident he still feels bad for.

Pissed off, Hyuga left the room for a second to go find a broom. While he only left for a moment, his sister wandered over. She thought the colored glass was pretty, and she bent down to grab it.

"Don't fucking touch that!" He yelled.

She flinched hard.

Big eyes, her big watery eyes, looked at him, and Hyuga instantly regretted it. When she started wailing, he cursed.

"Shit. Hey, hey, I'm sorry. Don't cry." Hyuga walked over and lifted her up, away from the mess.

"Y-y.... mad at me!" She hiccuped between her crying.

He frowned, trying to find a way to calm her down. Cautiously putting a hand on her head, "I'm not mad. I'm not."

Needless to say, he immediately tried way harder to care for her after.

He'd buy her toy cars that look like his actual ones. They're all lined up on a shelf above her bed.

Sakyo and Ukyo call her "Lil' Demon."

The first time she gets taken to a festival blew her mind. The street food, the lights, the music, and dances. Another thing Hyuga learned, don't let go of a kid's hand on busy streets

Watching her look at the fireworks in amazement is a memory Hyuga likes reminiscing on.

From that day on every time there's fireworks, he makes sure to put her on his shoulders. She likes to hold her hands up, grabbing the air like she might actually catch the colorful explosions.

Not too long later, his little sister would eventually have to start attending school. The first day was a lot harder than Hyuga expected it do be.

"No..." She ran away from door, pressing her face into his legs. She was so little, her pink and red backpack was comically huge on her.

"Yah." Hyuga looked down at her, "C'mon. It's not so bad."

"Don't leave," She used those adorable puppy eyes at him.

Still, he shook his head, "I have to, kid. But I'll pick you up couple hours. We can go get ice cream after, 'kay?"

Napping at the Daruma temple whenever she sees Hyuga lounging around his eyes closed. She puts her head on his lap and she goes to sleep just like that.

When Hyuga finds her asleep, he carries her to the nearest couch or cot.

It was rare for her to get in trouble at school but when she did it was for the most unhinged cases.

Like stealing cookies from the cafeteria and selling them to people or bringing a snake she found on the playground into the classroom.

One time, he got a call from the school, his little sister punched a kid.

Hyuga sat down next to her, she looked up, revealing her scratched up cheek. He grimaced with a squint, then tilted his head.

"What happened?"

She grumbled with pout.

"Kid." Hyuga wasn't the type to ask twice, she knew this by now.

"That boy called me a bad word and pulled my hair." She pouted harder, ready for a scolding.

Hyuga looked around for a second before leaning over to whisper, "Did you put your weight into it?"

She nodded aggressively.

"Good."

She convinced him to let her keep a couple stray cats in the temple. Hyuga didn't know how the hell was he supposed to say no.

She has a Daruma inflatable, not uncommon to see her punch it down like she's a little boxer.

His little sister loves hello kitty. They have a picture together with a hello kitty mascot that no one knows about.

She watches disney movies so much that one time he caught himself singing 'Part of your World' in front of his guys.

When Hyuga drives her in one of his lowriders, he makes the car bounce up and down to hear her giggles.

Sometimes, when Hyuga is napping she likes to come up to him and yell, "Boo!" If no one is around, he gasps dramatically and puts a hand over his heart.

Hyuga teaches her card games, showing her the tricks and how to read poker faces. As well as other gambling games. He says it's essential stuff.

The day Murayama wins against Hyuga, she doesn't understand what's happening. She thinks someone came to attack her big brother, so she ran in, biting and scratching.

"What the-" Murayama hisses and tries to shake her off.

Hyuga, on the floor, starts laughing. He lets this happen for a long minute until he rose up.

She got picked up by the collar of her shirt. Like a cat, she hangs limply in the air.

Hyuga snorted, "Alright, alright. That's enough."

"Whoa," Murayama leans down, takes a good look at her, "Is this your kid?"

"She's my sister."

"She looks like you," He nodded with a hand on his chin, "A mini Hyuga."

One time, Hyuga's little sister came home stomping. It was odd to see her come home so angry. When he walked over to her opened door he saw she was ripping a painted drawing.

He managed to calm her down and talk to her. Something he was getting better with time.

"For stupid mother's day," She said, throwing the paper on the ground. It must have been a project she had to make.

Ah. Hyuga could see the anger threatening to bubble out of her again. So, he hugged her. She jumped in surprised, before she sat still. Then, with no warning, tears fell quietly from her eyes.

"Stupid," She spat out.

"Stupid," He agreed.

[moni-logues]

Wax On

Pairing: Taehyung x reader

Established relationship, fluff

Word count: 3k

Content: uh, waxing? An erection? That's it.

Summary: Your waxer cancelled on you last minute and there was no one else available. Your boyfriend volunteers and, against all your better judgement, you let him do it.

A/N: a repost of a pretty recent fic! BUT I got a wax today (brb firing my waxer 💀) and remembered this weird little fic and decided to repost! It's not edited; ngl, didn't even read it back through PEACE

You throw your bag on to the kitchen counter with a huff. 

“Everything ok, sweetheart?” Taehyung calls from the sofa. 

“My fucking waxer cancelled on me!” you cry.

“I was right there! I had arrived early and she text me to say she had to cancel! My appointment was in ten minutes!!! And no one else had any time today and they don’t have anyone with any time tomorrow so now I’m going to have to find somewhere else to go and someone else to do it at the last minute and you know good places don’t have space at the last minute-” 

“Hey, hey, hey...” 

Taehyung wraps his arms around you and kisses your forehead. 

“Slow the stress down a bit, eh?”  

He strokes your hair and you lean into him, resting your head heavily against his chest. 

“Why does it have to be in the next two days? Can’t you make an appointment for next week?”  

“No, there’s a cycle; I can’t get out of the cycle! It has to be now.” 

“Ok, why don’t you do it yourself?” 

You push yourself off him and stare at him, unimpressed. 

“Wax my own pussy? Seriously?” 

“You wax your own legs!” 

“Yeah, legs! Legs are very different, Taehyung. There is a reason I pay a professional.” 

He sighs, tips his head to the side as if he’s thinking, then grins. 

“Let me do it.”  

“Excuse me?” 

“I could do it.”  

His grin is dark and mischievous and he bites his lip at you.  

“You think I’m going to let you do that to me? Have you ever waxed anything before?” 

“No. But I’m sure there’ll be tutorials on youtube; it can’t be that hard.” 

“You say that to my waxer and she’ll hit you.” 

“Hey, come on! Let me try! I’ll study! I’ll study all night and all tomorrow and then I’ll do it; I’ll do a good job, I swear.” 

Taehyung’s misplaced confidence in his abilities is part of what charmed you about him in the first place. So confident and, more often than not, so rubbish. Yet he always takes it all in stride like an indefatigable puppy. His enthusiasm is relentless and hard to resist.  

You consider his proposition. You know he will not do a good job; you’re just not sure how bad a job he’ll do. You can’t deny that there is a part of you that’s curious to see how he does, how he reacts. This is the behind the curtain stuff that men – some men – are weird and squeamish and childish about. Taehyung is not like that; in fact, he is so not squeamish about the weird things your body does that he almost swings the other way and chucks them all into his fetish list. The fact that he brought it up so readily, so quickly, so easily makes you think he might have thought about this before now.  

“Ok,” you say slowly. “I agree on two conditions-” 

He grins. 

“That was easy.” 

“I can change my mind!” 

“No, no! Name your conditions.” 

“One, I wax your legs first.” 

“Well, that’s not really equivalent, is it?” 

“Are you suggesting I give you a sack and crack wax? Because I am not doing that.” 

“Why not? I’m going to wax yours!” 

“Because I’m not a freak like you are!”  

He laughs.  

“And I’ve never done it before! And I wouldn’t want to hurt you!” 

“You can youtube it. If I’m willing to let you, you should accept.” 

“No. My condition- my first condition is that you let me wax your legs first.” 

He sighs, making a show of being annoyed and disappointed, though you know he doesn’t mind really. 

“Fine. Next condition?” 

“For every bruise you give me, I get a present.” 

“What sort of present?” 

“A big one.” 

“Deal.” 

* * * 

When you get home from work the next day, slightly apprehensive, Taehyung is on the sofa again, glued to his phone. You’ve barely taken your shoes off before he’s calling to you. 

“Are you ready? Are we doing this now?”  

“Give me a fucking second to take my shoes off, Tae!”  

“I’m ready whenever you are!” He turns his phone around and you can see he’s watching a waxing video. “I’m all studied up; I know exactly what I’m doing!” 

“In theory...” 

You go to the kitchen to pour you each a glass of wine and spot that he has already set everything up: wax pot on, towel down, ready and waiting for you.  

“Why are you so keen and why are you so weird?” you ask him as you hand him his glass.  

He takes it from you and keeps on coming, closing the distance between you, meeting your lips with a kiss that leaves you breathless.  

“Oh... What was that for?” You lean on the kitchen counter and blink up at him. 

“I just love you, that’s all,” he shrugs. “Are you ready?”  

“I think you mean, are you ready?”  

You kneel down beside the towel, give the hot wax a stir and pat the floor for him to sit. He looks at you, a little reluctant, like he’s done something naughty and is about to be found out. Then he pushes his trousers down. 

“Taehyung! What have you done?!”  

He has just one hairy leg. 

“I had to practise!” he argues, pouting as he sits on the towel. “I left you a leg!”  

You can’t be annoyed because he has a point and any practice he can get before you spread-eagle yourself before him is a good thing. You sigh and shake your head, unable to keep yourself from grinning.  

“And how did you find it?”  

He shrugged.  

“Kind of not as bad as I thought, actually.”  

“Good. Tell me if this is too hot.”  

You spread wax over his shin and check his face. He just nods and takes a sip of wine. Then you flick up the edge and rip. He flinches, his face pinched, and you laugh. 

“Not as bad as you thought?” 

He groans. 

“It’s somehow worse now I’m not doing it to myself.” 

“Well, you just hang in there because you’ve a lot of leg to go yet.” 

When you finally finish, you tell him to stay put, lying on his front, and run to the bathroom for moisturiser, which he forgot to get out. You apply it liberally over both his legs and he hums peacefully. 

“This is nice; you keep doing that,” he mumbles, head resting on his forearms.  

You rub the lotion in in a way that would probably get a professional fired and when your hands flow up to the top of his leg, you press a kiss against his hip and he shifts. 

“Hey, don’t do that,” he says softly. “Not unless you want to deal with the consequences.” 

“You are such a horndog. Is there nothing that doesn’t turn you on?” 

“Not when it’s you...” 

You switch places and lie down on the towel. You are beginning to regret ever agreeing to this. You’ve done it yourself before, only twice, and it did not go well either time; it was awkward and painful and took forever. Taehyung may well have ‘studied’ but he’s never actually ripped the hair out of anyone’s genitals before. You concede that he does have the advantage of being a person apart from you and having a bonus pair of hands (yours) which will absolutely be there to help him if he needs. 

He taps your left knee, in exactly the way your waxer does, to get you to bend your leg out to the side. He’s frowning as he dips the stick in the wax, wipes off one side, swirls it around and brings it over to you. He hesitates. Wax drops from the stick, blobs of it sticking thick on your delicate skin.  

“Taehyung,” you prompt. “You have to actually do something now.” 

He grins at you with his bottom lip stuck in his teeth. Then he turns his eyes down and spreads a thin strip of wax across your mound.  

“Hold on,” he says, putting the stick down and bringing up his phone. “I want to check...”  

You sit up, using the pause as an opportunity to drink some of your wine. The look of concentration on his face is fierce as he glares at the screen, trying to lodge someone else’s knowledge in his brain. 

“Ok, ready now.”  

You lie back down. He flicks up an edge of the wax and holds it tight between thumb and forefinger. He presses down heavily with his other hand along the length of the strip and you can see him counting down in his head to the moment when he rips it back. He bites his lip, holds his breath and pulls. Pulls slowly. 

“Ow, ow, ow!” you cry. “You have to do it quicker than that!” 

“Sorry! Sorry! I just- it's weird actually doing it when I know it’s going to hurt you.” 

“It hurts a lot more when you go that slowly. Really, seriously, as quickly as you can.” 

“Ok, let me try again.” 

He looks at you this time, with the edge of wax in his fingers and you nod and do a quick, swishing movement with your hand to demonstrate. He pulls again.  

“How was that?” 

“Much better, thank you. Make sure you pull along not up, though.” You demonstrate, miming waxing a strip from your leg, keeping your hand low. “See?” 

He nods, serious, and tries again. 

“That was good, right? Look!” 

He shoves the strip of wax in your face, little hairs sticking up all over the surface. You push his hand away. 

“Yes, that was better but I do not need to see it. I also don’t want to rain on your parade but you know this is the easiest spot, right? There are lips and creases and shit to navigate soon, you realise?” 

He swats your thigh. 

“Yes, I know your pretty, little pussy very well, thank you very much.”  

He moves carefully, one small strip at a time and you would be annoyed at how long it was taking if it were anyone but him. You’re grateful that he’s taking his time with it. You lie back and watch the ceiling, letting him get on with it; he’s surprising you by doing a not altogether horrendous job. You feel like you should feel weird about it – your boyfriend giving you a wax – but Taehyung has never, not even once in the whole time you’ve known him, made you feel weird about anything. When you struggled to tell him something you’d always wanted, a fantasy no one else had ever realised, he had looked at you with such open enthusiasm, such a keen willingness that the words fell from your mouth suddenly without effort; then he did it. When you had your period and the flu and could barely stand, he was the one who fished out your menstrual cup, no quibbling, no squawking, not even when he dropped it and it all went everywhere: all over you, all over him, all over the floor; he just emptied, rinsed, re-inserted and then cleaned everything up. And then did it again twelve hours later.  When you feel ugly and bloated and undesirable, he takes as long as you’ll give him (hours sometimes) telling and showing you just how desired you are. Nothing phases him. Nothing puts him off. He accepts you entirely. 

“Um.”  

“What?” Your stomach drops; of course, it has been going too well... 

“Does it matter if I get wax on your piercing?” he asks, frowning uncertainly at the jewellery in question. 

You jolt up, eyes wide. 

“Are you asking if it matters if you accidentally try to rip my piercing out? Yes, yes it does. It matters a lot.” 

“How do I get it off?” 

“Just flick it, Tae.” 

He smirks at you and you can only roll your eyes. 

“Stop being a child; get on with your job.” 

“A child? You’d have a child do this, would you?”  

“Shut up. You know what I mean.”  

As you lower your head back down, your eyes alight on something that makes your mouth drop. 

“Taehyung, what is that?”  

You point at his boxers, or rather, the distinct and entirely noticeable bulge in them. 

“What?!” He asks, defensively, turning away from you. 

“You cannot be getting hard right now.”  

“I can’t help it,” he mumbles.  

“Please tell me you did not get yourself off today watching waxing videos.” 

He turns to you now, his face outraged and indignant. 

“I did not. How could you say I would do that?” 

“You’re an enormous freak, baby; I wouldn’t put anything past you.” 

“Hey! I’m only a freak for you.” He’s mumbling again, his cheeks slightly pink, lower lip slightly jutting. “No one else has a pussy this pretty; I can’t help that I like it.” He turns his head and looks you in the eye. “I like doing things for you.”  

You reach up and push his hair out of his face. 

“I know you do,” you tell him softly. “I know. And I love you... But if you keep that up, you’re going to lose your job at the salon.” 

He laughs.  

“Some of your hairs aren’t coming out,” he tells you. “Do I just leave them?” 

“Tweezers. Did you bring them?” 

He shakes his head and you tell him where he can find them in the bathroom. He holds them up to you to check they are the right ones and, when you nod, gets back to work. 

“Ow, fuck, Tae! Grab the hair, not the skin!” 

“Sorry!” 

He moves his head closer, much closer, to get a better look and then he reels back. He looks at you to see if you saw (you did) and grins.  

“If I get too close, I’ll have to kiss you,” he explains. 

You roll your eyes.  

He taps your knee and then your ribs and you pull them together, holding your shins tight. Taehyung moves so he’s directly in front of you and swears quietly. He looks at the ceiling, resting heavily on his palms. 

“What?” you ask. 

“You told me I’m not allowed to get hard,” he said, not without effort, screwing his eyes shut tight.  

You chuckle softly, and put your legs down, taking the opportunity to finish your wine.  

“Ready yet?” you ask, looking at Taehyung looking anywhere but you. 

“No,” he answers with a whine.  

“You are so nearly done. If you can get your mind out of the gutter for five minutes, it’ll all be over.” 

“That is easier said than done when I have to look at you and touch you but can’t actually touch you.” 

“Call it an exercise in self-control. Pretend you’re edging yourself. You like that.” 

He hums thoughtfully. 

“True... Ok, fine, knees up.” 

When he’s finally finished, he breathes a sigh of relief.  

“Why am I sweating?” he laughs. “That was so much pressure.” 

“You’re not considering a career change, then? Kim Taehyungie waxer extraordinaire?!” 

“Fuck no,” he replies with feeling. “I would do anything for you, but doing this for someone else? No. No. No, thank you.”  

You chuckle as you inspect yourself, surprised to find that he really did do an ok job. The next few days will reveal just how many of your hairs he managed to break rather than pull out but, all things considered, you are impressed. You are even fairly sure he hasn’t bruised you – and a little disappointed that this means no presents. 

He crawls over to you and kisses you deeply, pulling you close. 

“So?” he asks, grinning at you. “Did I do a good job?” 

“Actually, you kind of did, yeah.” 

“See? Didn’t I promise I would?” 

“You did.” You heave a sigh knowing that gloating is forthcoming.  

“And you had the audacity to doubt me. As if I would ever endanger-” 

“Your favourite part of me, I know-” 

“Hey! No! That’s not what I was going to say! It’s not my favourite part of you!” 

You raise a sceptical brow. 

“It’s one of them, sure. But I love you for more than the sex, you know. Like I said, I would do anything for you. I even offered to let you give me a sack and crack wax; that’s true love!” 

You laugh, your eyes alighting on the wax pot – still on, wax still hot.  

“Well,” you start, a grin tugging at your lips. “I mean, I could do it.” 

Taehyung’s eyes widen and he starts to grimace. 

“It was your idea! Come on, my little freak; let’s get a little freakier.” 

He screws up his face and sighs, standing up to take off his boxers. You swap places: him on the towel, you kneeling above him. You search quickly on your phone for a few tutorials and give the wax a stir. When you’re finally ready to start, Taehyung turns his face towards the ceiling, breathing out carefully while his fingers tap repeatedly against the floor.  

“Of course this was my idea,” he mutters quietly. “Of fucking course. Had to say I’d do anything for you. Had to suggest this.” He turns his head back to you. “Never let me suggest anything else again, ok?” 

You laugh and spread a stripe of wax across his skin. You wait for it to harden and flick up the edge. 

“Ready?” 

[fiveredlights]

the oversharement of the author: a completely unnecessary post containing my multitude of thoughts on takes one to know one

everyone has been so kind and wonderful about TOTKO so here’s a very, very, very, long author’s note which is me just rambling about anything and everything as a thank you for all the love 🫶

background

for those aware of the fiveredlights lore you may remember in april i had to pause updates because of some weird arm/wrist pain... so that was carpal tunnel syndrome and idk what i did to invoke it this july/august but it came back with such a vengeance that i did not think i was physically gonna be able to write this. but maxiel would not shut up in my brain so i got my hot water bottles and got to work.

this whole idea began after i saw travis kelce go on stage on the eras tour and i went... max and daniel absolutely possess the right type of insane to do something like this.... you can see the original thought post here

the albums

i thought making the albums would take me like a day. literally right up until i hit publish i was still making changes to Sidelines, and i had convinced myself they were real tangible albums with the amount of times i hit albums instead of the playlist button on spotify.

Second Place

the easier album, finished this is a day. cut songs were killer by phoebe bridgers and loml by taylor swift. i was gonna do a whole thing where i was gonna be like “oh the relationship killed him so much he abandoned the guitar to sing a sad piano ballad” and then i realised moon song is rooted in piano. so uh that was cut.

there also was a whole thing where his ex was personified as fire — “can the killer in me tame the fire in you” (killer) with “our field of dreams engulfed in fire” (loml) parallel that i really enjoyed but unfortunately never made it in. also loml has a lyric “the coward claimed he was a lion” which is fun with max adopting the lion as his symbol….anyways

the titled second place comes from another SMAU i used to write for a different fandom (on twitter so it is long gone, rip), where ironically it was also a singer/famous au and i was clearing out my spotify playlists and found the fake album and was like huh. i like that name. luckily for me it worked for the album storyline as well so good times!

Sidelines

this album changed at least fifty times. for the first three weeks of me writing it was called 3 (THREE) because I’m annoying like that, but the more i looked at it i could not convince myself daniel would call it that. because yes, it is his max album but calling it thirty three is a tad too much (in my opinion anyway). sidelines was always on the album, but i was going through my tik tok maxiel folder and saw a daniel edit to sidelines and was like okay yeah that's a better name.

out of 11 songs, only 5 of the original tracklist made it in. cut songs included:

call your mom by noah kahan

apple pie by lizzy mcalpine

orange juice by alfie jukes & nell mescal

orange juice by noah kahan

ivy by taylor swift

science by niall horan

who we are by hozier

with ivy there’s a lyric “and i’ll drink my husband’s wine” which would’ve been the way max and daniel would’ve been like “we’re married lol” but it was cut because to ME ivy is about sapphics cheating on their husbands with each other and i just can’t rewrite ivy like that. here’s some deleted scenes on that:

jeanie 🤠 @/COTADANIEL · i’m sorry daniel WHO’S WINE ARE YOU DRINKING????? driccrodeos [Video: Daniel on stage singing the lyric, “And drink my husband’s wine,” looking offstage to Max, before turning back to the audience and smirking, continuing to sing.] category five event has hit the maxiel towers noah @/ricciardanielo · this album has actually killed me. like i’m not on this earth anymore. why? ivy: “And I’ll drink my husband’s wine.” peace: “Give you my wild, give you a child.” @ max and daniel do you have something you want to tell us or??? ric33stappen if you attend the next race with a ring on your finger and a baby in your arms i swear to god max and daniel i will fuck you up (politely) #like i respect their privacy or whatever but also what the fuck #you know what i mean like what the fuck

in sidelines almost every single song (except for you could start a cult) has a daniel3.jpg post pertaining to a lyric... i realise maybe i should've had someone in universe point it out because i now realise it's quite difficult to spot. whoops.

daniel’s sidelines: live from red rocks is inspired by phoebe bridgers punisher tour (she flicks through the pages of a storybook), taylor swift era’s tour (the lover house) and noah kahan (we’re all be here forever tour; watched live from fenway park specifically on how to write his concert). the whole concert idea was also written literally 5 hours before posting because i originally had a max and daniel article but i could not write it.

easter eggs

i feel incredibly pleased that so many of you picked up on the easter eggs like i get why taylor swift is so insane about hers because it's just so much fun! (spoilers for the rest of my fics...)

blue sweater (thank you to ataraxiaa on ao3 who commented because I didn't realise i had done it) -> glitter on the floor maxiel's communal blue sweater

matthew (rriicciiaarrddoo) & callan (callonmax33) daniel would make a great TP -> old habits die screaming

jake 3(3)81racers Can Max Verstappen fight? -> glitter the floor chapter 3 & 5 recurring plot line

daniel's july 2 2025 post (Photo 2: Max and Daniel sitting in front of a fireplace, the person taking the photo is behind them. Max has his arm around Daniel’s waist, whilst Daniel has his right arm giving the middle finger to the photographer and head turned to the left with an annoyed expression. Max has his head tucked into Daniel’s neck, laughing into his shoulder.) -> inspired by glitter on the floor's 2024/6/7 monaco dark laneway posts

rriicciiaarrddoo "are george and alex married" -> a future easter egg for the glitter on the floor galex sequel

daniel's august 10 2025 post:

 A vase filled with tulips on a table with a white table cloth. -> glitter on the floor, last daniel3.jpg on 2023 has a vase full of flowers, was meant to signify that they got married

Two kookaburra garden statues, next to a rocking chair on a balcony. -> gary and steve from glitter on the floor

daniel's caption: The rumours are true, I am now in possession of half of Max’s WDC and they will be going on auction next week. -> fool me once

things five forgot to include because i have horrible memory but they canonically happened (this will absolutely be updated when i remember new things)

daniel ricciardo broke his hand whilst karting when younger which is why he gave up racing-> lyric in forever "broke a bone that never healed in my hand"

he gets into singing because grace and joe ricciardo put him in choir as a way for him to get out all his yapping and talking at least once a week so they can get a little peace (but it doesn't work because now he sings around the house)

real life references

sometimes i like to use a little reality so that the universe doesn't feel too far away and here's all the real life things i pulled from:

hair tuck max in f1tv japan interview: 2023 honda thanks day

daniel looking like darth vader in austin rain: 2023 monaco boat race

daniel wearing max's hat: 2017 baku podium

checo fought his way to finish p9: probably any race from the latter first half of the 2024 season

daniel ricciardo international relations expert: 2024 post belgium gp

twitter realises daniel ricciardo is hot actually: 2022 abu dhabi gp (the outfit)

daniel playing max's GP in his concert -> i saw adele pause her concert for the olympics womens 100m final so that's how that got in (also i did so much time zone math in order to make sure it was actually the right timing)

max and daniel escaping in a helicopter -> post 2024 belgium gp