#(I did a little for a while. I subconsciously wanted to be for being super enthusiastic about things. It was stupid)

[paperlovesadness]

Me, seeing someone smile widely at their phone on the train: ah how sweet. They're probably in love and just got a message from their loved one.

Me, not 5 minutes later smiling like a dork at my own phone: ...... and it's Tumblr. It's a goddamn Alex Turner looking at Miles Kane gifset and a perfect set of tags typed out by a friend

(No, you are not getting any depressing conclusions here. The conclusion is: oh how lovely it is being a hyperfan 💛 Don't ever rob yourself of the pure, harmless excitement it brings)

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

I DREAM, NOW, OF A NORMAL LIFE WITH YOU ; SUGURU GETO

synopsis; suguru isn’t a lightweight. this is your first time actually seeing him drunk — though maybe it shouldn’t come as a surprise that he’d be the sappy kind.

word count; 9.4k (..... i got carried away ok)

contents; suguru geto/reader, gn!reader (shoko calls u "girl" but in a "girl help" way not a gendered way), written w a no curses au in mind, sugu is a sappy emotional drunk i said what i said, sickening amounts of fluff, depictions of intoxication, reader is averse to alcohol, sugu wants to marry u so bad it makes him look silly, lots of emotions & lots of love <33

a/n; this fic has been ROTTING in my drafts for the longest time but its super precious to me and now i finally get to post it!! @softgirlgonehaywire & @hayakawalove ily ty for being interested in sappy!sugu this is a treat for u <33

the bar isn’t all that far off from your apartment.

it’s a short distance, really. walk straight ahead, until you reach the record store that suguru likes to frequent, and then take a right; a minute or two uphill, and then you’ll be able to see the blue of the sea. once you’re there, all that’s left is to look for mellow golden lighting and descend a set of stairs.

which is what you’re currently doing, popsicle in hand, loose clothes and comfortable shoes on as you wallow in the mellow summer evening. everything is blue — the dark shade of the sky, and your ice pop, pastel and sweet, tasting of pure youth. the hoodie you threw on is a rich cobalt, suguru’s in name but yours in spirit. he only wears it when you complain that it doesn’t smell like him anymore.

humming a jolly tune, you take a sharp turn, allowing the summer sensations to curl around your subconscious. blissed out and content. 

you were so, so bored — stuck at home with no one to keep you company, no one to mumble snarky commentary about the show playing on tv, no one to run their fingers through your hair while your head rests in their lap. pure torture, really, being faced with the consequences of your own actions. after you stupidly told suguru you’d be okay on your own.

he even asked you twice, just to be sure, even told you that he’d prefer you to join him on his night out. and again, you declined; because it’s been so long since he had some time alone with shoko and satoru, and you were feeling a little tired anyways. 

so he gave in. heading out, with a promise to bring back a tub of your favorite ice cream, leaving you with the apartment to yourself. did you come to regret your little white lie? maybe. possibly.

but everything worked out in the end.

a pleasant breeze caresses your skin, brushing against the apple of your cheek, and you watch as peach blossoms dance in a faraway park. cicadas cling to every tree in sight, buzzing a pleasant tune, mingling with the giddy giggles of high school students enjoying their summer vacation. it’s been raining for a couple of days; you can still smell it in the air, feel it in the low tinge of humidity clinging to your skin, still hear suguru’s insistence that you bring an umbrella with you to work — just in case.

but today, the skies were clear, and it’s late, not too humid but not too chilly. and the stars are out, glimmering in that fuzzy sea of mellow cerulean, leaking out like little marbles cast into space. falling down, down, down, close enough for you to see. from here, it looks as if they’re waving. you resist the urge to wave back.

peace. bliss. a nostalgia so vibrant you could drown in it, feel it lick at your ankles like soft sea foam.

eager to scratch a certain itch in your brain, attention span zipping from one street vendor to the pop music blasting from a couple streets away, you take your phone out from your pocket. absently scrolling through your messages, until you get to the ones shoko sent you just ten minutes ago. the ones that brought you out here, into a summer evening soon to slip into nightfall, ones that have you walking to the bar you chose not to join them at.

messages that still have you pushing back a bout of giggles, chewing lazily on your ramune ice pop with a giddy smile.

sho 🚬: come get ur man sho 🚬: he’s drunk. sho 🚬: like DRUNK drunk 

you: …… um.  you: what happened to hi? hello?? good evening???

sho 🚬: no time for that. look sho 🚬: [ image ] sho 🚬: he looks so goofy lol

unable to resist the temptation, you press the pad of your finger against the screen — opening the image attachment, just to drink in the sight once again. what you see is a certain man, slumped over in his seat, cheek smooshed against the wooden table in front of him. messy hair, no longer tied into a bun, cascading down his shoulders and back. from the little you can see of his face, his skin is flushed a light pink, and his eyes are closed, fingers still curled around an empty beer jug. 

like a sleepy puppy.

a coo tiptoes on your tongue, but you bite down on your lip in an effort to stop it, just grinning at your screen with pure adoration in your lovesick eyes. 

he’s drunk, alright. an unfamiliar sight, but not at all unwelcome. because he’s cute, terribly so, so cute that it hurts, even when he’s obviously wasted. it’s almost funny — you know their drinking habits. shoko holds her liquor so well that it’s a little horrifying, and satoru can get wasted if he has more than a sip of it. and suguru?

suguru never gets drunk. he barely even drinks. out of consideration for satoru, maybe, or you. probably both. that’s just how he is; you thought he hated fish for years, because he was always so eager to give you the best bites of the sushi rolls you ordered. turns out he was just indulging you.

so, to be frank — the idea of him suddenly being drunk is a little bit of a shocker. but it’s also kind of exciting, in a ridiculous way. new, fun, just what you need when you’re bored out of your mind.

(or maybe you’re just happy to have an excuse to go see him.)

you: NOOOO  you: MY BABY 😭😭😭 you: what did u guys DO to him???

sho 🚬: satoru and him made a bet 😐 you know how they are sho 🚬: he drank like a divorced mother of four ive never seen something so beautiful

you: …. you: have i told you that you’re both terrible

sho 🚬: u love us <33 sho 🚬: anyway he’s been asking me where u are for the past ten minutes pls come i can’t stand him sho 🚬: he’s crying.

you: HUH???????? you: WHY????????????????

sho 🚬: dude i dont know sho 🚬: please come get him he’s being so sappy that satoru’s abt to throw up

you: ???? okok 😭 you: im omw ig??

sho 🚬: girl hurry he just told me he genuinely appreciates my presence in his life 😐

an exhale — laced with deep amusement — drops from your lips and spills into the summer air. it tastes like a memory from long ago.

slipping your phone back into your pocket, you raise your gaze, searching for a glimmer of goldish light. soaking up the scent of the ocean, sparkling on the border of your peripheral. salty and sweet.

no matter how hard you try, all you can think of is that certain someone, waiting for you to pick him up. your mind keeps drifting back to the way his eyes crinkle when he laughs, the way his hair falls over his face when he leans down, the sound he makes when he stretches in the morning.

you want to see him. badly. you want him near, want to feel the familiar warmth of his presence, want to see him smile and laugh and sigh and raise his eyebrow at your antics. 

so there isn’t any time to waste. you’re walking towards that familiar set of stairs before you know it, shoes hitting the asphalt with a mantra of satisfying thuds. 

and when you step in through the opened door, you’re immediately engulfed by a sense of overflowing comfort. mellow, warm lights, the soft buzzing of static from an old radio, low citypop beats trailing through the air. the bartender by the counter gives you a curt nod in greeting, before motioning towards a certain table. it’s over in the corner, covered in beer jugs and fancy glasses, with three beauties seated around it.

satoru notices you first.

a bright grin finds its way onto his face, and he waves you over giddily, happily. barely contained excitement in the motion. shoko’s gaze follows his, flitting over to meet yours — and you think she mouths an oh, thank god, before taking another sip from her glass. she brings a hand up in greeting when you come closer, and you can’t see her smile, but there’s a crinkle to her eyes; a warmth in them that you’d never miss.

”hey, guys.”

”yo!” satoru chirps, beaming in a way that’s so distinctly him it makes you soften. he looks so comfortable in his seat, with a cocktail you know is non-alcoholic and probably too sweet for anyone but him to stomach. giggling to himself, leaning over to poke suguru’s cheek, with a teasing declaration of your chaperone is here! 

and there he is. 

the man you came here for, still slumped over in his seat, unresponsive. not for long. as the lilt of your voice reaches his ears, his eyes flutter open, in a bout of recognition — even in the drunken state he’s in. an immediate sensation of familiarity creeps into his veins, rousing him from his cozy, half-asleep stupor. 

he doesn’t even grumble over the way satoru keeps poking at his cheek, interest and attention focused solely on a certain someone. you, your presence. 

and when your eyes meet his, he lights up.

it’s precious, you think, how his eyes widen, blooming with genuine affection, so endearing you could kiss him right then and there. his face is flushed, and his hair is tousled, and the warm lighting of the bar paints him in a golden hue. so perfect for him, your star in the sky. 

a smile spreads across his lips, big and happy and warm, and you can’t help but mirror it. 

(gosh, he’s cute.)

with a dizzy kind of eagerness, suguru sits up, palms flush against the table to support his weight. he stumbles out of his seat, paying no heed to satoru’s amused huff of careful! or the rattling of fragile glass.

it only takes a few uncoordinated steps for him to reach you, where you haphazardly lean against the wall, watching him amusedly. that delighted smile never leaves his lips, as his arms go to curl around your waist, big and heavy, his jaw finding its rightful place on the curve of your shoulder. 

”baby,” he drawls, fond and affectionate. breathing you in. ”sweetheart. my angel.”

a flustered puff of laughter slips from your lips, stumbling a little under his weight. his voice is syrupy sweet, overflowing with love and adoration, soft in a way that has your knees buckling. a little raspy. murmured right into your ear, sending pleasant shivers down your spine. 

he’s too sweet for you to handle, really, even sweeter than satoru’s overpriced cocktail. and he smells the same as always; a blend between coffee grounds, cigarette smoke and rain, one that never fails to soothe you. even when it’s tangled up with a vague but vivid stench of alcohol, courtesy of the drinking he’s been doing until now. 

you crinkle your nose, but don’t let go of him, nuzzling your cheek against the side of his head. words buzzing with warmth. ”hey, sugu.”

suguru only squeezes you tighter, content to have you in his arms. finally, his world makes sense again. all he can do is bask in your voice, warmth, scent — he’s just so enamored by it all. almost in a trance, heartstrings dancing along to the beat of your presence, your very existence, that appears to him as something almost angelic. soft and familiar, something that feels right at home when it’s tucked into his embrace. where he can keep it safe.

”missed you…” he murmurs, sleepy, smearing an open mouthed kiss against the crook of your neck. ”i love you s’much…”

a chuckle. ”i love you too,” you echo, running a steady hand over his back. your voice is laced with something teasing, but awfully fond. ”you really are drunk, aren’t you?”

”mm…” he only hums, cheek pressed flush against your soft skin. ”’m sorry…” he mumbles, stifling a yawn. he sounds a little guilty, and it makes you want to coo. pull his cheek a little.

instead, you laugh. amusement vowen into the bubbly noise. ”it’s fine, sugu. c’mon — let’s go home, alright?”

at that, satoru visibly reacts, placing his glass on the table with a soft clink before getting up to stretch. he grabs suguru’s discarded jacket, letting it hang off his arm as he walks over to the two of you.

”i’ll help you carry him,” he smiles, always so dependable. so ready to be of service. maybe a little too eager to carry suguru around like a sack of potatoes. 

a smile blooms on your face, and satoru gives you a playful wink. shoko just leans back in her seat, stretching idly. it feels like home with them there.

”i’ll stay here,” she hums, a faint grin tugging at her lips. ”he’s your problem now.”

”got it.” you meet her lidded eyes, sharing an amused look as satoru tries to coax suguru away from you, pulling at his cheek while he whines and clings to the fabric of your clothing.

finally, he relents, and you look back at the table with a grin. ”see you later, sho’.”

a smile is the only response you get, but it’s enough. it’s her, the same as always, still sipping from a glass of expensive whiskey and raising her hand in a silent see you. relaxed and cool, and so very lovely. 

with one arm over satoru’s shoulder and the other clinging to your hoodie, suguru stirs.

”shoko…” he groans, craning his head to look back at her, even as satoru makes a move to leave. ”don’t drink too much. and watch out for strangers…” 

he trails off, blinking drowsily, a protective tone to his voice. worried. awfully like him. neither you nor satoru can resist the chuckle you indulge in, but shoko just rolls her hazel eyes.

”i don’t need to hear that from you,” she scoffs, tinged with amusement and what you’re almost certain is embarrassment. there’s a fondness to her snark, one you’d never miss. 

(shoko will always be shoko. you know that she appreciates suguru’s concern, even if she doesn’t want to show it.)

”alright, c’mon,” satoru quips, slapping suguru’s back with a grin. ”there, there, big guy. let’s get you home, hm?”

just as you suspected, he doesn’t let you help, doing all the heavy lifting on his own. not breaking a single sweat, flaunting his strength as he hoists suguru up the steps — while you do nothing but follow, a light jacket hanging off your arm. 

cold midnight air embraces you, slathering your cheeks with the essence of summer as your shoes meet the asphalt. satoru smiles, a low exhale escaping him, dusting off his hands. ”there we go.”

suguru stumbles towards you, no longer caged in, slumping against your shoulder with a satisfied sigh. blinking slowly, as you link arms, his muddled senses adjusting to the outside world. a pleasantly blue sky, a sun long set, and a string of lamp posts to light up the street ahead of you. artificial fireflies, watching over the town you love so dearly.

you part your lips, and a soft exhale slips out, dripping with fondness. ”thanks, satoru,” you smile, meeting his gaze.

”don’t mention it,” he waves you off, but you know he appreciates it; always eager to be praised. ”can you bring him back by yourself?”

”yeah, we’ll be fine. it’s close, anyway. don’t worry.”

a hum buzzes in his throat, and his cobalt gaze drifts upwards, to bask in the starry sky. a moment passes, and then he’s looking back at you and suguru; a soft and earnest smile playing at his lips. so sincere you want to reach out, cup his cheek, make sure he knows how loved he is.

”i’ll go back to shoko, then,” he chirps. bubbly and graceful, giddy and playful. always so lovely. ”gotta make sure she stays out of trouble.”

a chuckle. you mirror his smile. ”of course.”

and with that, your precious best friend makes a move to return to the bar, taking a decisive step away from you. before he can get too far, though, a certain hand reaches out to hold onto his sleeve — keeping him still.

satoru turns around. blinking once, then twice, in confusion; faced with none other than suguru, still slumped against you. a little out of it, sleepy and disoriented, yawning quietly, but his eyes are as clear as ever. caring and sentimental. 

his gaze cuts to the bone of things. it’s something you’ve grown used to.

”thanks, satoru,” he murmurs, letting go of said man’s shirt. the words that spill from his lips are straightforward, a little tactless, but overflowing with earnest appreciation. ”you’re my best friend.”

a moment passes. the stars burn in silence.

satoru blinks.

then he sighs, with what you know is nothing more than feigned annoyance. masking his embarrassment, the same way shoko did, the same way suguru always does. your repressed, beloved little losers. 

”yeah, yeah. i got it,” he pats suguru’s shoulder, once, twice. not looking at him. ”you’re such a sap, you know that? geez.”

a grin crawls up to rest on your lips, fresh mischief blooming in your eyes. ”not gonna call him your best friend back?” you tease, a soft tilt of your head.

satoru gives you a glare, playful, one you can’t physically see from behind his shades but still somehow sense. ”don’t add fuel to the fire,” he grins, with a halfhearted flick to your forehead.

before you can bicker further, suguru yawns, loudly, closing his eyes and nuzzling into you. you share an amused look with satoru, until he shakes his head fondly.

”take care of him, alright?”

”i will. you guys have fun!”

and at last, satoru turns on his heel, coupled with a smile and a lazy wave. but suguru calls out to him once more, unwilling to part ways without saying his piece. so sentimental, so loving it comes to him like breathing.

”bye-bye, satoru,” he slurs, voice loud enough for the entire street to hear, tired and honest. raising his arm in a lazy wave. ”i love you!”

”go home already!” satoru shouts, descending down the steps with a flush to his cheeks that you’ll tease him for later. his soft laughter is carried away by the breeze, sweet and saccharine.

(satoru will always be satoru. you know that he loves suguru back, even if he doesn’t want to say it out loud.)

with a faint chuckle, melting into the summer air, you tug on suguru’s arm. ”alright,” you chirp, looking up at him. ”let’s go!”

he seems a little more awake now, at least, trying to match your steps. meanwhile, you do what you can to support his weight; he’s stumbling a bit, but you don’t mind. if anything, his weight is a comfort, your arms linked together like a lucky charm. a safe harbour.

suguru is acting kind of like a big puppy, gazing at you with hearts in his eyes. a little meek, clinging to you, trailing after you pliantly. he’s a little dizzy, still, and he needs you to get back home in one piece. it makes you puff out your chest, stand up straighter. makes you feel protective of your 6’2 boyfriend, all toned muscle and broad shoulders, the personification of scary dog privilege. but he needs you right now.

a soft bout of laughter spills into the air, as you try to ignore his heavy stare. it’s impossible, though — so you turn your gaze to meet his own, and he practically glows under the sound of your giggles, that cheeky smile you’re wearing. ”you okay, suguru?”

his eyes soften. silently, he runs a thumb over the knots of your knuckle, smoothing down your skin, thick fingers intertwined with yours. 

he looks deep into your eyes, and a soft hum of affirmation buzzes in his throat. 

”i’m just so happy,” he grins, with a sincerity that has your heart doing flips inside your ribcage. it flutters, flutters, flutters, in the wake of his unbridled joy. it buzzes like it wants to break out.

suguru has this dreamy look on his face, one you can do nothing but admire, painted over with fluorescent moonlight and pure summer bliss. one that reminds you a little of high school rooftops, midnight road trips, what it means to be in love.

you nudge him, softly, with the arm that’s tangled up in his own. tilting your head, teasing words on the tip of your tongue. ”you know, i never took you for a sappy drunk.”

suguru's only response is a cute little mmrn, steps heavy as he leans on you for support. trying his best to carry himself, not wanting to inconvenience you, but it’s just a little tough. especially when he feels this soft, this grateful — this blessed.

a giddy, dreamy smile tugs at his lips. his amber gaze travels up, towards the little pale dots of star clusters all across the night sky, gleaming like milk poured over rich coffee. then he exhales; a soft, blissful little sound. ”i’m so lucky.”

a moment passes, silently. in the distance, cicadas buzz. with a patient smile, you admire him, the reflection of starlight in his eyes. suguru has this forlorn look, etched into his expression, like he’s seeing something that isn’t quite there.

”i have satoru and shoko…” he mumbles, just loud enough for you to hear. as if he’s tasting the words on his tongue, as if he can’t quite believe them himself. that’s how lucky he feels, sometimes.

a nod. ”they love you a bunch, you know?”

(they do. they’re both horrible at saying it out loud, but you know they do. you know that they love suguru, just as much as he loves them, even if none of them are good at putting it into words. perhaps they don’t really even need to, in the first place.)

suguru mirrors the soft nod of your head, bangs falling over his eyes as he does. ”and i love them, too.” his smile grows. ”they’re my best friends.”

absently, you reach a hand out, brushing away the strands of hair obscuring his vision. and suguru stirs, his gaze shifting until it falls on you. like a moth to a flame. there’s something indescribable in his eyes, soft and heavy and tender and true.

”— and i have you.”

a stutter of your heartbeat, a jolt throughout your chest. his stare almost burns, but you can’t avert your gaze — suguru looks positively lovesick. admiring you with a dreamy gaze, as if he can’t believe you’re real. 

he reaches a hand out; cradling your face with one big palm, the rough pads of his fingers smoothing down your skin so very gently. smearing his fondness from your jaw to your cheekbone, so loving your breath hitches in the back of your throat. 

a soft, content sigh spills into the air, like a prayer that doesn’t need any words. his smile is serene.

”my angel.” 

as the words fall, that peaceful smile of his changes shape, shifting into a big, giddy grin. it lights up his whole face. a chuckle leaves his lips, content and delighted. ”i’m the luckiest guy in the world.”

and for a moment, you fear that your heart will stop beating entirely. frozen, listening to the lullaby of your heartbeat resounding in your ears. 

suguru has always been frighteningly good at flustering you — but isn’t this a little unfair? you clear your throat, hoping to regain some composure. it’s tough, though. your words could never measure up to his, could never flow as freely, but they’re honest. wholly and thoroughly. and maybe that’s enough. 

”we’re the luckiest in the world, too, then,” you echo, smiling, words barely above a whisper. willing yourself to meet his gaze. ”since we have you.”

suguru looks into your eyes. there’s starlight inside them, he thinks, shining brightly, gleaming in the dark. with the hazy filter of intoxication clouding his mind, it’s all he can think. you’re his northern star, his lighthouse. his one and only saving grace.

(you’re so, so pretty.)

a pause. after a silent moment, spent etching your features into his retinas, suguru tilts his head. his expression is unreadable.

— he boops your nose.

you blink. once, twice, caught entirely off guard; and suguru giggles. soft, giddy little breaths falling from his lips like marbles, strewn over the sand of a warm beach. his eyes are crinkled at the edges, and his smile is sweet, meeting your surprised gaze with a honeyed coo. ”you’re so cute, baby.”

silence. you look up at him. 

then you sigh, exasperated, more flustered than you’d like to admit. god. okay, he’s really out of it. for some reason, you still thought you could get a good one-liner in, but of course he had to ruin that by being a little tease.

you grab onto his bicep. gaze fixed straight ahead, giving it a tug. your steps are more decisive now, and suguru follows you happily. ”alright, alright. c’mon,” you beckon, slightly gruff. ”we’re almost there.”

when you finally reach the familiar front door of your apartment, you exhale a deep sigh, laced with pure relief. limbs tired from dragging suguru up the stairs, mind muddled and sleepy and senses practically engulfed by a man still clinging to you like his life depends on it.

after fumbling with your keys and hearing the click of the lock, you take a victorious step over the threshold, and a familiar scent greets you. soothing, comforting, a blend between fresh laundry and leftover curry and blooming hydrangeas. filling your senses with a fervent kind of bliss. of course, suguru’s does the same; intimately intertwined with the scent of home. that everlasting, never-changing blend. 

with him clinging to you like this, it’s almost suffocating — but you truly don’t mind. suguru’s warm, and sweet, and being close to him like this makes you feel at peace. his hands rest on your hips, his jaw on your shoulder, and he adamantly refuses to let go of you for even a second. it’d be annoying if he wasn’t so cute, if he wasn’t suguru geto, if you weren’t so horrendously weak for him.

what you don’t know is that suguru has an agenda. one that isn’t just i want to hug the love of my life, although partially that as well. suguru has a plan, one he’s been absentmindedly dreaming of for the past five minutes; he’s a man on a mission.

but he’s patient. always has been, always for you. so he waits, and waits, for you to hang his jacket up, for you to kick your shoes off your feet. and when you’re finally, finally finished, suguru leans in to kiss you.

— you block his mouth with the palm of your hand.

a moment passes. silent, almost tense. in his stupor, suguru’s mind can’t quite seem to comprehend the situation before him; he doesn’t understand why he isn’t pressing a kiss to your lips, right now, why he’s kissing the skin of your palm. he doesn’t understand why you look so troubled, a faint guilt simmering in your eyes. he just doesn’t understand.

all he can do is blink, dumbly, surprised. a question written on his features clear as day. 

”well, it’s just…” you sputter, sheepishly. avoiding his gaze, a little guilty. ”you know. since you’ve been drinking, and all…”

and it hurts, you think. it hurts a lot more than it should. it hurts to reject him, hurts to see the way he deflates at your clarification. like a big kicked puppy. like you just threatened to throw him out into the street.

suguru removes your hand, gently, holding it in his own as he speaks. those amber eyes are downcast, and a soft pout rests on his lips. the sight alone feels like a dagger to your chest.

”but…” he frowns, voice awfully meek. he looks so sad. ”i wanna kiss you…”

a soft sigh leaves your lips, before you can think to hold it in. oh, he’s being so unfair. guilt clings to your mind, an itch you yearn to scratch, and all you want is to kiss his pout away. but you really, really don’t want to kiss his alcohol-soaked lips.

so you settle for the second best option.

”’m sorry, sugu,” you coo, reaching a hand out to cradle his cheek. he leans into your touch, still pouting, and you tug a little at his bottom lip. wasting no time in closing the narrow distance between you.

the kisses you press against his skin are soft. peppering kisses all across his face; ghosting your lips along his jaw, trailing towards his cheekbones, and settling on his forehead. tiny little pecks, wherever you can reach. your voice is soft, muffled into his skin between butterfly kisses. ”tomorrow, okay?” 

and suguru seems to brighten up a little, melting under the contact, exhaling in pure bliss. he fervently returns the treatment, planting open mouthed kisses all over your face, respecting your wishes and avoiding your lips. they’re a little sloppy, but you don’t mind.

it does make you a little flustered, though. with his palms cradling your face, engulfing you, there’s nothing you can do except drown in his affection, the love he showers you with. it tickles — and suguru’s smile only grows, at the sound of your soft giggles. his cheeks are starting to hurt.

the state he’s in is just a little bit hazy. despite his initial dejection, he no longer minds that he can’t feel your lips against his, disappointment warded off by your smile and laughter alone. he thinks you’re so, so cute, and all he wants is to kiss you forever. 

but you have other plans.

and before you know it, you’re both curled up in bed, limbs all tangled up beneath the blankets, bodies pressed together as suguru cages you in. he squeezes you tightly, hugging you close, practically melting into you. usually, it’d be so easy to fall asleep like this. with suguru cradling you, covering your body with his own, warm and safe. he’s like a furnace. 

but right now, it’s a little tough. you’re kept awake by open mouthed, ticklish kisses pressed against your skin, supplied by the love of your life. it’s sweet, but he’s being far too distracting — as soon as your consciousness begins to fade into the fuzzy realm of sleep, he leaves a sloppy kiss against your collarbone, and you’re jolted awake once more. 

”suguuu,” you whine, dragging his name out with childish inclination. ”we need to sleep…”  

”sorry,” he only murmurs, muffled into your skin. he doesn’t stop, though, planting a wet smooch on your cheek, and then another. you squirm a little in his hold, and he emits a shaky breath. ”jus’ love you so much…”

suguru knows that he needs to stop. he knows that both of you need to sleep, that you need to rest up. that he needs to recover from the intoxicated state he’s fully aware that he’s in — but he just can’t seem to follow through with it. every cell in his body burns with a certain desire, a need to shower you in love, and it’s unendurable. with every kiss, every giggle he manages to pull from your lips, suguru’s heart fills up just a little more. 

your presence surrounds him, like a weighted blanket, and he clings to it with a desperation he never knew before you. 

in the midst of his feverish consciousness, you’re all his muddled mind can think about. the way you fit together with him like a puzzle piece, like he was formed in the shape of someone meant to hold you. like you were formed in the shape of his embrace. with you pressed up against him, limbs tangled with his, everything feels so right.

but it’s so overwhelming. 

you’re so, so close, so close he’s practically engulfed by your scent, your touch, everything that makes his heart burn with devotion. it’s beating so viscerally in his ribcage, stirring the protective instinct inside him; he just wants you to stay close, by his side, wants to keep you safe and happy. wants to make you feel loved. 

suguru’s heart feels wet and raw and bare, fully exposed for you to see. beating just for you.

with the alcohol inside his veins, and the nostalgia of the summer evening on his mind, everything weighs on him just a little too heavily. everything feels just a little too much. every sensation, every emotion, every sappy thought. all of it together is almost too much for him to handle.

all he can think of is you. how lucky he is, to have met you, to have gotten to know you. how much you’ve changed him, changed him for the better, how much of him is directly tied to your existence.

suguru never truly appreciated his name until you came into his life. it was always no more than a simple fact, a gift from his parents that he hadn’t asked for. something natural, that he didn’t question, didn’t think about. 

but you say his name with such warmth.

he wants to hear you say it, over and over again, forever. suguru — in that sweet, lovely voice of yours. better yet, just sugu, a cutesy, silly nickname he could never bring himself to actually hate. he just wants to hear you call out to him, with that warmth of yours, the one that never fails to soothe him. no matter how tired he is, how stressed. how much everything else weighs down on him. 

at the end of the day, he’s simply your sugu. and that’s all he ever really wants to be.

with a hazy filter clouding his senses, coaxing him into closing his eyes, suguru should give in. he should fall asleep, let you fall asleep. but he can’t bring himself to stop thinking about it; he just loves you so wholly. who you are, what you do. as an equal, an individual, a little galaxy tucked into a body made of flesh and blood. no matter what you’re doing, no matter where you are. 

and right now, you’re here, with him. curled up in bed, in your shared apartment, inhaling the same air, exhaling at the same time. by his side, when you could be anywhere else in the world.

his heart is yours. that’s all suguru can bring himself to think, the only coherent thought he can cling to and echo in his head. his heart is yours. forever and ever. 

he makes no attempt to stop the tears from pooling in his eyes, even as he feels them cling to his lashes, even as his breathing clogs up in the back of his throat. they’re proof of his devotion, his carefully nurtured love. growing over the years, into something almost sacred, a kind of faith. something so fervent he wouldn’t dare deny himself of feeling it.

he can’t hold in a faint sniffle, either, just barely audible. one that breaks your heart in two. it aches, aches, aches. suguru is gazing at you with glassy eyes, a sight you aren’t used to seeing — but he also looks so genuinely glad. his tears aren’t ones of sadness. you know, because you know him. 

”aw, honey…” you coo, the pads of your fingers reaching out to cradle his cheek. despite your efforts, your voice wavers when you speak, little more than a whisper. ”don’t cry... you’ll make me cry, too.”

suguru places his larger palm over yours, choking on another sniffle. the sight renders you completely helpless — you want so desperately to stop his tears from falling, but a part of you is too touched to speak. too mesmerized by how beautiful he is, translucent tears illuminated by softly flickering moonrays, lashes glimmering like shooting stars.

all you can do is smooth a thumb right under his eye, wiping away a stray tear with enough tenderness to stitch his heart back together. suguru emits a shaky breath.

”’m sorry,” he sniffles, closing his eyes. nuzzling into the crook of your neck. ”i’m just so happy… love you so much… you mean so, so much to me, i…”

an exhale, a little breathless, tears soaking through the material of the shirt you’re wearing. his shirt. that realization makes him cry even more, a shuddering breath that shatters like glass when it drops from his tongue. 

and then, in a voice so quiet you barely hear it, a soft whisper worth a million words:

”i don’t know what i’d do without you.”

and it hurts. your heart aches so sincerely, thorns curling around your ribcage, because suguru is crying, and he’s telling you all this. with such an honest intonation that you don’t dare doubt him, even for a second. heavy thumps of blood rush through your veins; he’s still clinging to you, sniffling into your neck, and you’re so in love with him that you almost can’t comprehend it.

all you can do is press a kiss to his shoulder, chaste and tender, and hug him just a little tighter. echoing his words, in earnest, desperately trying to keep your voice from breaking apart. ”i love you, too. more than anything.” a sigh, full of wonder. little butterfly kisses scattered across the expanse of his neck. ”you mean the world to me. honestly.”

with a smile against his skin, you hope so tenderly that the soft kisses will comfort him, will stop the tears from falling. 

”my sweet boy,” you murmur, lovingly, because he is. the sweetest boy you’ll ever know. suguru shudders when you press your lips against his jaw. ”i’m so, so lucky.”

with the combined efforts of your kisses, the alcohol slumbering inside his veins, and the tears running down his cheeks, suguru begins to feel awfully tired. sinking into sleep’s embrace, like a sailor lost at sea. comforted by the glimmer of a lighthouse, just out of reach.

everything feels right. he’s safe, and happy, and in love. so hopelessly, blissfully in love.

the exhaustion creeps up on him, tidal waves embracing a shore, beckoning him into closing his weary eyes. a yawn leaves his lips, and he shifts a little in your hold. you’re smoothing down the back of his head, almost protectively, and sleep is only a flicker away for the both of you. with the last of his strength, suguru snuggles just a little further into you, nose pressed up against your neck, close enough that he feels the flutter of your heartbeat. 

”wanna be with you forever,” he murmurs, sleepily, stifling another bout of yawns. his smile is sweet and dreamy. ”gonna marry you one day…”

a moment passes.

for a second, you think your heart does actually cease beating entirely.

swallowing a gulp, you allow yourself the luxury of an inhale — and fresh air fills your lungs. grounding. all you can hear is the rapid beating of your own heart, heavy thumps reverberating in your ears. warmth flows through your entire body.

marry.

the word is spoken so casually, so sincerely, as if he’s said it countless times before. as if he’s repeated it, over and over again in his mind, just to get used to the idea. as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. marriage. something so foreign, so scary, enough to send shivers down every narrow of your skeleton. such a large step to take. 

(but suguru says it with such tenderness.)

”… okay,” you whisper, at last. breathless. ”i’ll be waiting, then.”

there’s nothing else to say. you don’t know if suguru is even conscious enough to hear you, let alone understand the full weight of your words, of his own words. but you don’t mind. 

a soft smile lingers on your lips, as you stroke his hair, mind hazy and limbs heavy. nuzzling your cheek against the side of his head, full of affection. dripping from your hands down to the column on his throat, through his windpipe, down to his heart.

”goodnight, sugu.” you press a kiss to his messy hair, tender and chaste. ”i love you.”

an incoherent mutter leaves his lips, in response, one you can’t quite make out — but you don’t need to. because you already know what it means, in the same way you know that the sky is blue.

(an echo buried deep within his subconscious, voiced without effort, as easy as breathing.

i love you, too.)

the sizzling of a pan and the whirring of a coffee machine form a beautiful morning symphony, bouncing off the walls of your kitchen. to your ears, and your still sleepy brain, it’s a soothing sound — coaxing soft little melodic hums from the depths of your throat.

with such a tantalizing aroma in the air, a blend between espresso and pancake batter, you can’t help but buzz with a mellow, groggy kind of joy.

honestly, you're beginning to understand suguru’s fondness for the morning hours. waking up to his soft snores and content expression was more than enough to give you the energy you needed to get out of bed; all sleepy and relaxed and pretty, with hazy morning sunrays kissing up his bare skin, caressing his messy bedhead. 

a rare sight, awfully precious. a part of you wanted to stay in bed and admire him all morning, but the thought of taking care of him coaxed you into leaving. it’s the least you could do, really — after seeing him so sincere, so open and vulnerable. 

hopefully, his headache won’t be too brutal when he wakes up. you left some hangover pills on the nightstand, courtesy of shoko’s advice: just get him ibuprofen and coffee. works like a charm. are you a little worried about her nonchalance? maybe. but you trust her judgement. they’re a handful, but you love them — even when they’re drunk or hungover. 

which is why you’re standing in the kitchen, engulfed by the morning sunlight, in front of a sizzling pan. trying your very best not to burn the pancakes you’re making, patiently waiting for the coffee to be done. 

in your blissful stupor, caught up with thoughts of suguru and breakfast and forevers, you don’t notice another presence coming up behind you.

two arms wrap around your waist, and a jaw attaches itself to the curve of your shoulder. you startle, a little, jolting at the contact — but then you recognize that telltale scent, the familiar weight of his arms, and immediately melt into the embrace.

suguru breathes out a raspy chuckle, amused at your surprise. 

a sigh slips from your lips, content. ”good morning,” you hum, placing the palm of your hand on his forearm. suguru shifts a little, getting more comfortable as he leans against you. tenderly, not too much weight. he’s delicate like that.

”g’morning,” he rasps, leftover sleep clinging to the syllables. the usual smoothness of his voice is coupled with a deep, rough kind of tilt, one that always accompanies it in the morning. your heartbeat picks up, silently.

suguru smiles. dreamy, giddy, because you just looked so pretty, in the morning light, hair still a tad messy. humming happily, swaying slightly side to side. so irresistible. he’s beginning to understand why you love sleeping in so much; getting to wrap his arms around you like this, instead of the other way around, doesn’t feel bad at all.

he squeezes you just a little tighter, hoping it’ll convey his gratitude. there are holes in his memory, last night no more than a blurry sequence of still images, but some bits and pieces remain intact. he remembers getting drunk in a way he hasn’t since he made that bet with satoru back in high school — and he remembers that you were there to take care of him.

a smile tugs at his lips. a little giddy, butterflies erupting in his chest. he’s so damn lucky.

”thanks for taking care of me yesterday, sweetheart.”

a hum. you smile, sheepishly, patting his arm. ”don’t need to thank me for that. how do you feel?”

suguru smiles. you feel it, against your skin, a chaste kiss on your neck. ”better.”

the low purring of the coffee machine has stopped, but the sizzling of the pan remains. from beyond the opened windows, you can hear the chirping of cicadas, melodic and serene. singing a summery tune. both of you soak in the preciousness of the moment, the fragile silence, before suguru breaks it.

”everything from last night is kinda fuzzy,” he admits, clearing his throat. just a tad sheepish. you simply hum, a low noise of acknowledgement, and he continues. ”i don’t really remember anything… ’m sorry, baby. i hope i didn’t make you uncomfortable.”

your lips curl up into a tiny smile. such a sweetheart — always worrying about you. always so caring and attentive. eager to reassure him, you smooth over the skin of his arm with your thumb. ”not at all.”

then you’re taking a couple steps back, moving from the stove, and suguru follows. you turn yourself around to meet his gaze, his arms still attached to your waist, a comforting weight.

a grin blooms on your lips, a little teasing, and a flicker of mischief shines in your eyes. ”you were cute, you know.”

suguru blinks, before emitting a low chuckle. a raspy little thing. ”was i?” he drawls, as you brush his bangs away from his face. 

”mhm,” you chirp, eyes crinkled as they meet his own. you just can’t help but want to tease him, a little bit. just a smidge. ”kept going on and on about how much you love us.”

hands moving to cup his face, you squeeze his cheeks softly. and suguru lets you, too tired to resist, only giving you a lazy raise of his brow. there’s a sense of amusement in his eyes, and something in you knows he likes the attention. your teasing words buzz with endearment, akin to a purr. ”my sweet lil’ sugu.”

all he does is lean into your touch, allowing himself to melt into the tenderness of the physical contact. even as you pull at his cheek, earning you a very gentle pinch to your side. but he lets you have your fun. you’re warm, and sweet, and he’s so in love with you he’d probably let you tug his body around however you please.

still, your words leave him just slightly perplexed. he’s still smiling with half-lidded eyes when he asks you to elaborate, basking in the feeling of your thumb smoothing over his cheekbone. ”us?”

your grin widens, by a tad, something deeply amused glimmering in the depths of your iris. ”yep,” you answer, popping the p. for some reason, suguru dreads the teasing edge to your voice. ”me, and shoko, and satoru.”

a moment passes. he stiffens, for a second or two, mind processing the words. then he groans, softly, squeezing his eyes shut.

it makes you laugh, soft and amused, and he can’t help but smile along. despite the dreadful realization you present him with. no wonder he was met with so many notifications when he tapped at the screen of his phone — he didn’t read through any of them, but now he’s apprehensive to do so at all. shoko and satoru can be so goddamn obnoxious when they feel as if they have blackmail on him.

he can see it now, in his mind’s eye; shoko nagging him to run her errands, satoru reminding him of his words every time they have a slight disagreement. 

(grab me a coffee. three shots of espresso, one cube of sugar. got it?)

slacker.

(we both know i’m right. don’t be so stubborn, suguru! it’s okay to be wrong sometimes.)

asshole.

(c’mon. you said you loved me, right?

so mean. and here i thought you loved me!)

idiots.

(he does love them. more than anything. even when they’re being absolutely insufferable.)

suguru just sighs, deep and fatigued, already anticipating his doom. ”they’re never gonna let me live it down, are they?”

a giggle slips from your lips, and his heart flutters helplessly. ”probably not. my condolences.”

another sigh. it only makes your smile widen. there’s something awfully delighted, in your eyes, as you cradle his face in your hands. ”well, i thought you were very sweet!”

”yeah, yeah…” he mutters, vaguely amused. placing one of his large palms over your hand, where it rests on his cheek. ”i won’t be doing that again anytime soon.”

a chuckles bubbles up from within your throat. ”aww,” you pout, giving way to a teasing grin. ”that’s a shame. i wanted to hear you talk about how much you love me again.”

suguru blinks. 

then he smiles. a very particular smile, characteristic, one you’ve come to associate solely with him. resting somewhere in the intersection between a soft grin and a teasing smirk. a flicker of mischief shines in his eyes, and you realize your mistake.

you can tease suguru all you want; but he'll always turn the tables on you, at the end of the day.

”oh?” he chuckles, fondly, thumb smoothing over the lines of your hand. his eyes gleam, looking straight into yours, shining with something mildly devilish. ”i don’t need to get drunk to tell you that, baby.”

in a smooth motion, one you can’t help but silently envy, suguru intertwines his fingers with yours and brings your hand to his lips. he never once breaks eye contact, gaze heavy as he basks in your flustered expression, planting a soft kiss against your knuckle. reverent.

”i love you. more than anything,” he purrs, lips still lingering on your skin. warm enough to burn. ”you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

a pause. heat crawls up your spine, and a flush rises to your cheeks. you couldn’t stop it if you tried.

”my everything,” he continues, intent on flustering you as much as humanly possible. voice low and smooth, honeyed and deep, and worst of all; terribly earnest. lips trailing over your knuckles, against every knot, so soft that you barely feel it. ”my entire world.”

”okay, okay!” you sputter, an embarrassed hue to your cheeks, your gaze landing on the windowpane to your right. his stare is just too heavy, too deeply in love. overwhelming. ”point taken. nevermind.”

suguru laughs, genuine and full. warm and amused, deep and real, and you catch yourself thinking that you don’t want to go a single day without hearing it. even if it’s at your own expense.

a coo rests on his the tip of his tongue, but he bites it back, opting to lean forward instead. he trails the pads of his fingers along your jaw, touch like a butterfly, lifting your chin up ever so slightly. then he closes the distance between you. 

in your throat, your breath hitches.

— but he doesn’t kiss you. suguru stops right in front of your lips, so close you can feel his breath on your skin, taking a moment to simply look into your eyes. and despite how flustered the close proximity makes you, you can’t bring yourself to look away. heart fluttering madly, a string of staccatos against your parted ribs.

a tilt of his head. amber eyes gleaming, crinkled and fond. ”can i kiss you, now?” he asks, grinning softly. hand smoothing down your hip, big and warm, teasing. ”i made sure to brush away all the alcohol. or do you still not want to?”

you pause. 

”hey, what happened to not remembering anything?” you pout, narrowing your eyes. the corner of suguru’s bottom lip twitches upwards.

but he only shrugs, feigning nonchalance, a playful glint in his eyes. ”guess i was just that disappointed.”

a giggle flows from your lips. he drinks it in, gazing at you with pure contentment.

”alright, alright... c’mere,” you coo, smile honeyed and sweet. tracing your fingertips along his jaw, brushing a silky strand of hair behind his ear. you take in the sight of him, meeting his lovesick gaze. he squeezes at your hips softly, a little impatient — so you finally lean in.

suguru’s lips are warm, when they meet yours. they taste like sunlight, devoid of any alcoholic flavour, just like he so kindly assured you of. and it’s a little amusing, the thought of him in front of the bathroom sink — desperately scrubbing his teeth, just to get his kissing privileges back. such a dork. 

he’s your dork, though.

suguru sighs into the kiss, smiling giddily, satisfied at last. a sound you can’t help but mirror. he deepens it, ever so slightly, fingers squeezing gently at the plush of your waist. a hum of approval buzzes in your throat, and his smile only grows.

when he pulls away, that smile is all you can see, along with the ever so slight flush to his cheeks. a hint of peach dusting his skin, framed by the sunrays caressing his jaw, highlighting his handsome features. breathtaking. 

before you have a chance to protest, he’s leaning in again, to press one more chaste kiss to your lips. your heartbeat picks up.

everything finally feels just right.

the warmth of the sizzling pan, the fragrance of freshly made coffee and now-burnt pancakes. the light of the morning sun, scattered across the open space of your apartment, splotches of life painting everything in a heavenly glow. the love in the air, all soft and light and comfortable.

domestic bliss. with suguru, who never seems to change, no matter how many years go by. if you could live in this moment for the rest of your life, forever and ever, you’re sure you’d die happy.

and wow, is that a heavy word. forever. 

(but suguru makes it feel so very, very light.)

forever feels a lot more real, like this. cradled in the midst of a drowsy morning, bumping elbows with the man you love most, after getting to take care of him in his most vulnerable state. accepting every part of him, and having him accept you just as fervently. 

just this moment alone is worth far more than you could ever comprehend. 

suguru, with his warm hands, his familiar embrace. your shared laughter, bouncing off the walls of the kitchen as you try in vain to save your scorched pancakes. and his smile, his fervent devotion, coaxing him into eating them even though they’re burnt at the edges and don’t taste even a quarter as good as his. because you made them, for him, and that makes them taste sweeter than anything.

you stare at him, from across the table, admiring the sight you’ve grown so used to; suguru, with his slightly tousled hair, mug in hand and smile painted on his handsome face. drowned in sunlight, pink petals flitting in through the opened window. you don’t want a single day to ever pass without you seeing this. what does that mean, exactly? you think you know. 

it means forever.

(forever, forever, forever. what a pretty word.)

marriage. you think of it, again, let it linger in the depths of your skull, bounce around until you grow just a little more used to it. and it’s a scary thought, for sure. a terrifying thought, even, something so foreign that it makes you nervous. but you truly wouldn’t mind doing this forever — not one bit. not if it’s with him.

and, unbeknownst to you, maybe that promise of forever isn’t all that far off.

maybe it’s only a couple rooms away, hidden within the depths of a certain drawer, until suguru finally gets the courage to bring it out. and maybe, just maybe — that day isn’t all that far off, either.

(suguru smiles at you, from across the table. he thinks you look ethereal, sipping from your morning coffee, blinking tiredly. so sweet and angelic.

all he can think of is forever.)

[brattyfork]

i haven’t

summary: matt feels insecure still being a virgin, his best friend helps him out

warnings: sex obviously, matt being kind of a sub, nothing super crazy, very long tho sorry

i havent 💚3

matt and i have been best friends since high school, he was always more of the shy one in our friendship. this resulted in us having two very different high school experiences, i had the very stereotypical “ideal” experience, parties, drinking, sex, all the lame school dances, football games, you name it, i probably did it. matt, however, had almost the complete opposite, unfortunately his anxiety usually got the best of him and he ended up hanging out with a few close friends (including me) and his brothers, which was still super fun but he stayed in his comfort zone. i convinced matt, with chris’ help, to come to a few parties but aside from getting high once he didn’t really participate in them. all of this to say, i was pretty experienced while matt was a sober virgin. i know that sounds harsh but it never bothered me or him as far as i knew. i obviously wanted to have fun with my best friend but it never distanced us, it was his choice and i respected it.

this brings us to now, i’m 20 and living with matt and his two triplet brothers. matt had come out of his shell a considerable amount but still never felt the need to do anything crazy.

we were sitting in our living room bored out of our minds when nick suggested we play a game. i suggested truth or dare but none of us wanted to get up so chris said we should play never have i ever. nick made fun of him for picking something so middle school but no one had any better ideas so we went with it.

it started out pretty tame, “nhie pooped my pants” “nhie cried at school” “nhie fallen down the stairs” before chris raised the stakes. “nhie kissed someone” i was confused why he asked this because we all had and we all knew that. i put my finger down, turning to matt who was red in the face and realized why chris asked.

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senior year, matt was feeling really bad about not having had his first kiss before he graduated high school. he was complaining and moping so much that i finally suggested i could be his first kiss. he turned beet red and began asking me a dozen questions.

“won’t it be weird?”

“not if we don’t make it weird”

“what if i’m bad?”

“you can’t really be bad at it, plus if you were i wouldn’t care”

“are you sure about this?”

“yeah if it’ll make you stop sulking in self pity”

he rolled his eyes at me, “you’re not gonna make fun of me are you?”

i tilted my head at him, “matt, have i ever genuinely made fun of you?” he shook his head.

“just close your eyes, i’ll take the lead”

he took a deep breath before closing his eyes. i leaned over, a little nervous myself, took his face in my hands and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. he kissed back for a moment before i pulled away, him subconsciously chasing my lips. it was actually one of the nicest kisses i’ve ever had, his lips were soft and he was gentle, most guys just tried to eat my face. once we had both pulled back and opened our eyes we started giggling which turned into stomach-churning laughter. we just couldn’t help it, it was funny. we didn’t talk about it anymore after that, other than him updating his brothers on what had happened.

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chris could be a dick sometimes, giving his brothers a hard time and unfortunately, matt was an easy target. i kicked chris’ leg, giving him a stern look.

“ow! what the hell dude?”

“don’t be a dick”

we moved on, more questions about embarrassing things and a few rounds later it was chris’ turn again.

“nhie had sex” chris giggled

chris and i put a finger down, while nick and matt’s stayed up.

“did someone slip asshole pills into your pepsi?”

they all chuckled at my comment, but it wasn’t really a joke.

“i think we should quit while we’re ahead, are you guys hungry?” they all nodded. nick and chris began bickering about where we should eat while we were all getting our shoes on.

“do you wanna drive or do you want me to?” i asked matt

“i don’t care” he didn’t sound angry, more defeated

“okay, i can drive” i gave him a soft smile.

we loaded into the car, nick taking his usual spot in the back. chris tried to sit up front, he normally sat there when matt drove and sometimes when i did. i shot him a glare, him letting out a sigh and scooting in next to nick. matt took his seat in the front, sometimes he would ask for aux but he just went on his phone and said nothing. chris chimed in from the back.

“can i…?” he asked referring to the music, i nodded my head at him, seeing as i didn’t wanna pick anything and matt was occupied.

we decided on a coney island, wanting to sit down opposed to getting fast food. we got a booth, chris and nick sitting across from matt and i. matt was particularly quiet tonight and i could tell something was wrong. i noticed he was twiddling his thumbs in his lap and quickly grabbed his hand, interlacing our fingers and resting our hands on his thigh. this was normal for us, we held hands sometimes when one of us noticed the other was stressed. he looked up from his lap and gave me a small smile before slowly joining the conversation. matt seemed to be acting like his normal self again but i could tell something was still bothering him.

we finished our food and made our way back to the house, chris and nick decided to retire to bed while matt and i weren’t super tired yet. we grabbed a few snacks before heading to my room, which was on the first floor while the boys’ were on the second, mainly so we didn’t have to worry about waking up nick and chris.

we turned on adventure time and matt rested his head on my lap while we both scrolled aimlessly through our phones. after about two episodes, matt put his phone down and just stared at the ceiling.

“are you good?” i asked, concerned about his strange behavior.

“when did you lose your virginity?”

i was taken a back by his question but answered nonetheless.

“uhh summer after sophomore year i think”

he didn’t say anything.

“why do you ask?”

“do you think it’s weird i’m still a virgin?”

“no matt, not at all”

“i think it’s weird”

“do you think it’s weird that nick is a virgin?”

“no but he’s at least done stuff, all i’ve done is kissed you, no offense”

i giggled, “none taken matty, the time just hasn’t been right yet. you’ll meet a girl and hit it off, you’ll know.”

“yeah…” he trailed off, like he had more to say.

“you know you can tell or ask me anything right?”

“if you don’t want to, you can tell me to fuck off and we can forget this ever happened…” he paused for a moment “w-would you have sex with me?”

“are you sure you want to? we don’t have to do anything you don’t want”

“yes i want to, i’m sick of being a 20 year old virgin” he chuckled. i let out a few giggles too before our laughter died down.

when i looked at him now, his eyes were dark with need and desperation. i took his face in my hands and pulled him into a deep kiss. i hadn’t had a kiss like matt’s since senior year, i tried to push it out of my head but it was hard. it was like fireworks were going off inside my head when our lips touched, i had never felt that with anyone else.

the kiss got more heated, i wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled myself onto his lap, causing him to whimper at the pressure. i smiled into the kiss, his noises giving me more confidence as i ground my hips into his lap. he almost completely pulled away from the kiss as a desperate whine escaped his lips. i smiled at him before making my way to his neck, placing wet kisses along it up to his ear.

“i love the noises you make” i whispered before sucking a purple mark into his neck, more beautiful sounds leaving his lips while his hands trailed down to my ass, pulling me into him.

i came back to his face kissing him again before bringing my hands to the hem of his shirt and pulling it over his head. i then took off my shirt and bra so he wouldn’t feel so exposed. his eyes bore into my chest, his mouth hung open as if he wanted to say something.

“you gotta use your words to get what you want matty..” i teased him.

“c-can i touch you?” he asked, moving his hands up towards my boobs.

“of course you can, such a polite boy”

he blushed before placing his cold hands over my breasts, causing me to shiver. i kissed him while he played with my boobs, gaining more confidence and playing with my nipples. i let out a moan that was swallowed into the kiss before i pushed him onto the bed, leaving me on top of him.

i quickly got up off of him before taking off my leggings and moving to pull down his pants. he protested slightly, causing me to pull away before he spoke.

“can i make you feel good?”

“you will baby, i’m gonna take care of you right now tho, just relax” he let out a deep breath, giving into my instructions. i crawled up to his lap, palming him over his boxers before placing kisses up his shaft over the fabric. he began squirming under me when i decided to take his boxers off. he wasn’t huge but a decent size: proportional in length and width. i licked my lips, excited to have him inside me before taking him in my hand and licking a strip up the underside of his dick. he jumped a bit at the new feeling before letting out a loud groan from my warm tongue on his cock. i licked up the side of him before finally taking him into my mouth, sucking on the tip lightly causing him to buck his hips into me. he shot me an apologetic look while i took the rest of him in my mouth, the tip of his dick hitting the back of my throat. he gasped, all the air leaving his lungs as i began to bob up and down on him.

“holy fucking shit” he whimpered. i couldn’t help but giggle around him, the vibration causing him to buck up again. i continued sucking him, swirling my tongue around his dick until i felt him twitch in my mouth. i pulled off, followed by a loud whine of protest coming from him.

“mmm i was close” he pouted.

“don’t you wanna cum inside me?” his eyes lit up at the suggestion before nodding his head. i climbed up him, planning to ride him before he stopped me.

“um, can i do something to you?”

“you wanna finger me sweet boy?” he quickly nodded his head making me chuckle again at his eagerness. i grabbed his hand, pulling his pointer and middle finger out before taking them in my mouth, running my tongue all along them while keeping eye contact with the boy under me. i could feel his dick twitching under me, causing me to moan around his fingers. i pulled his fingers out of my mouth before moving them down to my pussy. he moved his fingers around, just getting a feeling for the area before stating “you’re so wet” i kissed him as he continued to feel me, rubbing his wet fingers on my clit making me moan into the kiss. he found his way to my entrance, pushing just at the beginning before stopping. i opened my eyes, realizing he was waiting for my consent. i nodded my head and he pushed one of his slender fingers into me, in turn pulling moans out of me. i moved to his ear. “you can put the other one in too” i whispered to him. he pushed the other in before i kissed him, pushing my tongue into his mouth and quickly dominating. he slowly got his footing, picking up his pace, my noises egging him on to repeat his actions. i felt myself nearing the edge, now grinding down onto his fingers. i pulled away from the kiss.

“fuck matty, you’re making me feel so good. please don’t stop” he said nothing but continued his motions until i fell into my orgasm, my legs shaking on his lap, still moving his fingers in and out of me. i had to grab his wrist for him to stop, not realizing he was overstimulating me.

“sorry” he murmured.

“you dont have to be sorry goof. you want me to ride you now?”

“yes please”

i spit on my hand, stroking him up and down a few times before lining him up at my entrance. i looked at him for approval, him nodding his head for me to slowly sink down. the noise he made when i pushed him into me is something i wish i could have on replay in my head for the rest of my life. like i said, he wasn’t huge but he filled me up in all the right places.

“fuck matt you feel so good”

“you’re so fucking tight holy god” i chuckled at his response, sitting there for a minute longer to let us both get used to the sensation.

“ready?” i looked to him, he nodded. i lifted myself up on my knees before sinking back down onto him. he placed his hands on my hipbones, helping guide me up and down while i bounced on his cock.

“hnng holy shit i think i’m close”

“me too baby, let go whenever you’re ready, i’ve got you” i reassured him, picking up my pace a bit, his whines getting more and more broken with every movement. before i knew it i could feel his hot cum coating my insides, sending me over the edge, fucking us both through our highs. once we both stopped twitching, i laid down on him, getting comfortable while he caught his breath.

“god i could stay here forever”

“we could sleep like this you know”

“are you sure?? is that sanitary?” i laughed at him.

“yes it’s fine matt, just go to sleep, i know you’re tired”

“as long as you’re comfortable, okay. goodnight, thank you for that”

“of course matty, goodnight” i said wrapping my arms around his neck and falling asleep with him inside me.

a/n: hi hope yall enjoyed :3 sorry the end is kinda rushed i didn’t rly know how to end it.

[snowdropluck204]

How The Two of You Sleep - BNHA

PART 1

Katsuki Bakugo

Katsuki would be the kind of guy that would completely deny any kind of affection until he really got his guard down, meaning, he is totally unconscious when he finally grabs you in a cuddle, one you will never escape! Mwahaha!

~ If only you knew how nervous he was! ~ How he didn't want to hold your hand in case he let off an explosion by accident and hurt you. ~ How he wanted more than anything in the world to hold you close to him but he didn't want you to hear how fast his heart was beating. ~ The two of you were sat studying, until you eventually got tired, already in your pyjamas, you grabbed your boyfriend by the elbow and pulled him into bed. ~ As you begin to fall asleep, Katsuki keeps his distance for a while, you were a bit upset, but felt sure he had his reasons, so you left him, choosing to sleep closest to the edge of his bed. ~ Once Katsuki had finally managed to relax, you could feel his arm wrap around your waist, he seemed to do it subconsciously, he pulled you away from the edge of the mattress and into the safety of his arms.

Izuku Midoriya

I can picture Izuku wanting to be as close to you as possible, but would be way to nervous to be able to do so! I definitely think you would be the one to initiate any affection, that includes while you're both sleeping.

~ 'What do I do!?' Izuku thought to himself, as the two of you were lying in bed, him still wide awake and panicking, you slowly drifting off. ~ 'They're really close! Do I try and bring them closer? Would they get upset and push me away? What if I give them space and they get mad and break up with me!? Think I don't want them! What the f-' ~ Izuku's brain rant was interrupted by the person in question. ~ You had gotten even closer, he could vaguely smell your hair, it was lovely! N-not that he was being creepy on purpose!!! ~ Not only had you gotten closer, you had cuddled up into his chest, your arms around his waist, soft puffs of air leaving your open lips. ~ Izuku's panic went away quickly, the warmth of your body calming him down, almost instantly.

Shoto Todoroki

Once again, I feel like Shoto would be super nervous about sleeping with you, even if the both of you know, it was JUST sleeping, but the thought of being so close to you, when the two of you had barely gone further than a peck on the cheek and holding hands, was making him a bit anxious…

~ Picture this: Shoto lying stock still in bed, wearing more clothes than usual, so as not to freak you out (I feel like because of his quirk, he would sleep shirtless, boy runs hot!), as you lie virtually on top of the poor thing, moving your head on his chest to either sit on his hot or cold side. ~Shoto would be the best to sleep next to during any season, he could tell when you were too warm or too cold and would adjust his body temperature to make sure you were comfortable. ~ It would take him a while to get used to the feeling of you being SO close to him, he could feel your breath against the skin of his neck and was sure you could hear his intense heartbeat. ~ But once he did get accustomed, he would gladly accept any affection you can give him, poor touch-starved baby, he would hold you as tightly as he can without waking you. Bonus! Shoto would wake up first every morning, making sure not to move you until you had gotten to sleep in, at least a little while, he would wake you up with little kisses all over your face, changing his temperature, tickling you with chilly smooches!

Eijiro Kirishima

Big Man Eijiro! Biggest cuddle bunny, he would definitely scoop you up and cuddle you, just because he wanted to! But he would also take 'No' for an answer, if you wanna be alone, he would leave you alone! Consent is super manly!

~ Eijiro could see you were feeling down, he wanted to make you feel better in any way he could! ~ "Babe!" He called, causing you to turn your head and gaze those sad eyes up at him. He walked over to you and picked you up, bridal style of course, most manly way of carrying his precious cargo. ~ "Let's go take a nap, been missing ya!" ~ With that, he takes you to whoever's dorm room is closest. ~ Eijiro sits on the bed and keeps you in his lap, his strong arms keeping you as close to him as possible. ~ Every time you try and lift your head, to protest or question, he gently places his big hand on the crown of your head and moves you back to snuggling up against his shoulder. ~ Eventually you got to sleep, your hands softly gripping onto your boyfriend's shirt. ~ Smiling at your peaceful expression, Eijiro settled down to sleep with you, making sure not to jostle you too much.

Denki Kaminari

No shame! Absolutely none! He will pull you away from conversations, hang up on your parents when they call to check in and get in the way of your studying until you're forced to nap with him! It's his right as the boyfriend!

~ "Baaaaaby!" ~ You could hear Denki calling you, sighing with a smile and already closing your Heroic History textbook. ~ You got up from your desk, making a nest of pillows so you could at least be comfortable when you were tackled. ~ Speaking of which, your boyfriend has found you… ~ Denki had opened the door to your dorm room, "You ready for this?" He asked with a smirk, trying to be flirty, wound up looking like the most adorable dork ever. ~ Rolling your eyes with a grin, you raised your arms, ready for the hug you would be receiving whether you liked it or not! ~ "YAY!" Denki shouted, before tackling you onto the bed, nuzzling your neck and trying to get as close to you as was physically possible, he was on top of you, your legs tangled with his, as the two of you settled into a nap.

Bonus! I can picture Denki getting either too comfortable, or too excited around you, especially when sleeping, that he would get a bit sparky. Tiny shocks have woken you up before, but you couldn't get mad when your boyfriend looked like he was practically purring!

Hitoshi Shinsou

Tired boy! Needs cuddles! Sort of like a mixture of Denki and Eijiro, he would steal you away for secret naps, especially after Aizawa's training sessions. You were going to nap with him, dead or alive… Sorry, too dark?

~ Hitoshi was getting more and more frustrated, upset that he wasn't able to find you and he'd looked everywhere! ~ He'd bothered your friends, your family, but seemingly didn't search the obvious place, the place you met up, literally everyday. ~ His dorm room… ~ "There you are." He was always a bit blunt when it came to the end of the day, he was way too tired for formalities, but he still greeted you with a light kiss and you guys chatted for a while, before he made his move. ~ He shifted you into his arms, happy with the way you were settled in his lap, against his chest, he was against the mountain of pillows and blankets on his bed. (You can't tell me he wouldn't have the comfiest room, other than Aizawa…) ~ He would get comfortable and be asleep in minutes, this was the moment you had been waiting for. ~ Hitoshi would never let you touch his hair, even though he loved it, it seemed too intimate to him, at least whilst he was awake, he was happy to let you do it when he was unconscious. ~ And you did, happily running your fingers through purple candy floss strands!

[hugemilkshake]

Can I please Request a Pitaya, Ananas, Longan Cookie(Separate) x Reader(GN)

Reader just being the most sweetest common(rarity) ordinary Cookie who is actually a nerd about Dragons and always dreamed of meeting one and didn't even realized they made the Dragons fall in love with them making Y/N just go and be like "Wait- How- why-? I'm just a common Cookie though- like what???"

Enjoy your milkshake! Man the dragons are so silly. But I do think ananas will be the one to get released next, like dudes the next legendary. I have no proof of this but I have a hunch.

I’m also adding lotus and lychee bc I think they’re neet

Dragon Admirers

-Romantic scenarios-

Pitaya Dragon

You were a fairly simple cookie.

You just wanted to see or even meet a dragon

And what better place to meet a dragon than the Dragons Valley?

And it just so happens that there’s a quaint little village called Dragon City there.

A slight downfall is that they hunt dragons but, that’s no big deal!

Well one thing you didn’t know about dragons was that few could actually disguise themselves as a cookie

Now what dragon is the most famous around Dragon City?

The Red Dragon

….and that egg they got. No one knows why. But they let it happen, I mean, whose going to fight a dragon over a baby??

So the chances of meeting a dragon doubled!

One day a cookie was sporting around town showing off his “dragon.”

Well, for someone like you who studied dragons you knew damn well that was a Wyvern.

So why not correct this cookie?

Well as you were correcting this self proclaimed “dragon” rider, a certain white haired cookie watched on.

This cookie called themselves Pitaya Cookie, but in reality, they were The Red Dragon.

Honestly, they were kinda impressed and freaked out by your vast knowledge on dragons, now you didn’t know everything but you knew enough to distinguish a wyvern from a dragon

Not many cookies know how to do that these days

It was kinda charming…

Now, The Red Dragon was a bit prideful, not as prideful as other dragons

So why not go and talk to you to test your knowledge about dragons?

Unexpectedly, you knew more than they thought you did.

It was actually super charming to see someone who actually knew what they were talking about when it came to dragons!

Now you didn’t know everything but they’ll humor you.

Now unbeknownst to the dragon, they would subconsciously start spending more time with you and getting quite fond of you..

One faithful night, when everyone was fast asleep and when The Red Dragon was back to their cave, they found themselves actually excited to see you again!-

Oh

Oh no

Did The Great and Almighty Red Dragon fall in love…?

Oh gosh…

This is not something that The Red Dragon should be feeling this away towards an average cookie!

But it’s not a bad feeling… but it’s still embarrassing

Snap Dragon doesn’t understand what Pitaya is so hung up about but they want to know!

It’s only a matter of time until Snap Dragon sneaks out to see what Pitaya is up to.

Ananas Dragon

Ah yes the Tropical Soda Islands! An absolutely beautiful place to be!

But you know what’s even better?

Dragons!

And there is one who resides on the island! At least that’s what you have heard.

The Golden Dragon hasn’t really been seen all to much, but there’s proof the dragon exists!

Like a while ago, when the dragon appeared, people left fruit offerings to the dragon!

Hmm…

Maybe you should try and leave an offering!

That would be fun!

Well you went and and bought some fruit from one of the local venders and traveled out To some part of the island by the island’s tallest peak.

But as you were laying down the fruit, you heard some squeaking noises coming from a bush

You went to see what it was and you saw a small lemur trapped in a rope trap

You felt bad so you helped it out and gave it some fruit from your offering pile and went about your day

But instead of the lemur going back up in the trees or bushes, it went towards a cave with a golden glow to it

There on a golden throne sat The Golden Dragon or Ananas Dragon for short.

When Pineapple Lemur came back happy and with fruit, This didn’t surprise the dragon at first until they noticed that the fruit was not from anywhere by the mountain

Where did Pineapple Lemur get that fruit????

Well later that night Pineapple Lemur led Ananas Dragon down to were you left the fruit and the rope trap.

Ananas figured out what happened after a quick game of Pictionary

So Ananas Dragon took the fruit and decided to leave a golden scale in its place

And out of curiosity Ananas Dragon stayed there to see if you’d return

They weren’t expecting you to return but you did! Now Ananas Dragon was hiding because they don’t know who you are. You could be some deranged lunatic for all they know!

But when you saw the golden scale on the ground, it’s like the heavens have bestowed a legendary gift upon you!

And it might be the closest to meeting a dragon you’ll get to

At least that’s what you thought.

Over the course of a week or so, you’d leave fruit by the mountain and Ananas Dragon would leave something in return

Now did you know that the dragon was there? Nope.

But The Golden Dragon grew quite fond of you

So fond in fact they started to leave more expensive stuff to you

It was an act of affection

Maybe one day Ananas Dragon will come out and great you..

Lotus Dragon

You decided to go to the annual wish festival that took place every year.

But unfortunately you chickened out and decided to stay some what close but not too close to the action.

You’ll probably go and join in on the festivities but not stay for the actual event

I mean, you’re a big fan of dragons but when it comes to meeting a dragon as powerful as The Blue Dragon, you kinda get a bit nervous.

I mean they could kill you in the flick of their wrist probably so how could you not be nervous??

So you sent your wish out and ran. It was probably not the strongest or most interesting wish

But your wish to meet a dragon was really strong.

Strong enough for a certain wish granting dragon to notice.

Lotus Dragon wanted to brush it off but couldn’t.

The strong desire to meet a dragon was kinda overwhelming

Why though?

That was the most interesting part.

You wanted to meet a dragon because you find them cool.

So cool that you studied them… for fun?

Studying dragons is a very odd concept to Lotus Dragon.

You could have studied anything else, but you chose dragons?

Lotus Dragon is a little judgmental, but the more they look at your wish, the more interested they get

They can truly see how passionate you are for dragons and how much you actually want to see one prominent

It’s a little cute.

Lotus Dragon looks at you wish in a fond way now

There’s some affection for you growing in them but they push it down, it’s not time to give a common cookie this affection

But maybe making your wish come true will get Lotus Dragon closer to you

Lychee Dragon

While trying to get to the Tropical Soda Islands you found yourself in the Rambutan Village.

I mean, there aren’t any dragons but you can sure tell others about them!

And your knowledge was actually liked by a lot of cookies

Especially that kid Mangosteen Cookie

They loved hearing about your stories and knowledge about dragons

Something weird was that monsters stoped appearing as often…

Weird…

At least for anyone who’s not Mangosteen Cookie.

Mangosteen Cookie knew why monsters weren’t appearing

It’s because they had been a little distracted with you and your knowledge on dragons

It gave them a weird sense of pride when you showed how much you knew about dragons

Mangosteen Cookie wouldn’t say it or show it, but they were actually a dragon!

Lychee Dragon or The Violet Dragon to be exact

Lychee just enjoyed hearing you talk about dragons for hours on end

Your voice was actually kinda calming

But you were always with Lychee or well Mangosteen, no matter the day

But sometimes, Lychee wished they could show their true self to you without causing a panic among everyone

Now Lychee realized that they had fallen in love with you, they know that

But would Lychee try and get you to fall in love with them or would they just hypnotize you?

Longan Dragon

An average day.

That’s all your life was.

Average.

You taught some younger cookies about dragons and told them stories but other than that nothing really happened

But there was one thing that was weird…

Golden eye orb things could be spotted around places you went to on a daily basis.

Kinda like they were watching you.

Freaky.

But beyond those eyes laid The Ivory Dragon

The dragon watched you with curiosity on a very regular basis

Longan Dragon found you interesting…

A weak, insignificant cookie who knew a lot about dragons.

Interesting..

But while watching you The Ivory Dragon saw two cookies holding hands and being affectionate towards one another

Longan Dragon wanted to do that with you…

But… what was the feeling they felt..?

Was it love..? Or was it pity..?

[zairene]

OUT OF MY LEAGUE. yuji itadori

* ˚ ✦ synopsis: now that you and itadori crossed paths again and ended up together, you both reminisce on middle school memories.

* ˚ ✦ genre: drabble

* ˚ ✦ author’s note: out of my writer’s block ! yippee ! inspired by the song out of my league by fitz and the tantrums !

“what?” itadori said, almost as if he was going to laugh.

“you thought that you were out of my league?” he was in disbelief. it wasn’t a secret that itadori was well-liked in middle school. there was not one person who disliked him—including you. and saying that you liked him was an understatement, you had huge feelings for him. you had never approached him in the past because you were the embodiment of a social outcast.

you weren’t the athletic type, the really smart type, the loud and extroverted type, you just were there. you existed in a space full of people who desired to be seen. except you. you didn’t want to be seen. you had found peace in your own company at such a young age that any type of feelings that you thought you had for yuji itadori was immediately thrown out the window. you only gained a couple of close friends in your middle school years, and that’s followed into your current high school years.

you’ve found yourself being a little more outgoing as you got older and because of that, you caught the eye of itadori.

“i mean, yeah.” you murmured. “we were, like complete opposites. everyone knew who you were while you probably didn’t even know who i was.” he looked away and scratched his neck. you continued. “exactly. so how in the world did you expect 13-year-old me to come up to you?”

“i’m… not sure.” he chuckled.

“i mean, i’m not mad about it or anything,” you sat up thinking maybe your tone was a little harsh. “because i have you now, right?”

“yeah. it’s just…” he turns toward you. “if i’m being honest i’m out of your league.”

you raised your eyebrow. “how?”

“you’re like really beautiful, first of all. i still can’t fathom the fact that i’m your type sometimes.” your eyes widened in flattery. itadori was vocal about how he felt about you but not as straightforward as he is now.

“you’re super down to earth and a lot more mature than i am. it kinda surprises me when you don’t get weirded out by some of the things i do. i really appreciate you.” he takes both of your hands. “i mean it.”

you’re at a loss for words. itadori’s no stranger to being intimate and serious in moments like this, but it genuinely shocked you when he told you about yourself. maybe it was true to an extent. “i…” your lips curl into a grin. you couldn’t help but grin.

“i appreciate you too yuji.” you both sit and take in the moment. this conversation, even though little words were said it put a lot more things into perspective. maybe even highlighting inner insecurities you subconsciously had and soothing them quite a bit. amid your thoughts, itadori had broken the silence.

“i mean, at the end of the day, who could possibly resist me?”

“moment ruined.”

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Three Peas in a Pod

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Female!Reader x Jared Padalecki (no J2 action)

Word Count: ~1.1k

Warnings: fluff, poly relationship, brief smut (not explicit or detailed but it's there)

Request by anon: Hi so can i request a J2 x reader one shot where the reader is a normal girl who is dating Jensen and Jared but the fan never seeing her face only hear her voice like twice because she is super shy and introverted person but Jensen and Jared convince her to go to a comic con and the fan meet her for the first time and instantaneous like her? Something fluff and romantic between J2 and reader 

Summary: It's crazy to think a celebrity wants you but two of them? Being in a relationship with them is the best thing to happen to you, and all they want to do is tell the world about it.

Square Filled: poly fic (2022) for @spnfluffbingo

Author’s Note: i appreciate any and all comments! <3

x

Never in a million years did you think you’d end up in the situation you’re in. It all started when you were out grocery shopping when you ran into Jared Padalecki. He had just given his kids back to his ex-wife when he decided to do some shopping for the week. You had the last of an item in your hand when you barrelled into him, dropping and shattering the item. He felt so bad that he offered to give you his that he grabbed.

It was like something clicked in the air because you two couldn’t get your eyes off each other. You were a stuttering mess but he was so confident in both of you that he asked you out right there and then. It all happened so quickly but when were you going to get another chance like this? You were a small-town girl who was noticed by a huge celebrity.

Of course, you said yes.

He took you on a romantic dinner date overlooking the bustling city. You’re not a talker since you like to keep to yourself, but he kept you talking all night. It’s as if you two were best friends rekindling a friendship. He made you laugh, made you feel beautiful, and was super charming. Supernatural happened to be on your “watch later” list but you’ve seen many spoilers and videos of him and Jensen.

What they said about him is true. He’s super lovable, loves hugs, can make you laugh, is dorky, and loves eating. Being with him makes you feel like you’re the only woman in the world. How can things get better than this?

He took you back to his place for some intimate drinks where his roommate and best friend, Jensen, lives. Jensen is also newly divorced but is open to looking for another relationship if not something temporary. Being in the same room as Sam and Dean Winchester was a little overwhelming but the alcohol dulled those senses so you could enjoy the evening.

Meeting Jared was like love at first sight if you’re into that sort of thing, but meeting Jensen was something completely different… something raw and vulnerable. He tugged you to him subconsciously because he made you feel alive like you could jump off a cliff and be completely fine. You’re not sure if either man felt the same as you were feeling but you weren't going to say anything to them to scare them off.

They set out some games to play while playing an irrelevant TV show in the background. It was friendly at first until the alcohol promoted Jensen to suggest a stripping game. One thing led to another, and the game was long forgotten. The only thing that mattered was the three of you at that moment.

All you could think about was Jared’s lips on your neck, his hand massaging your breast and tugging at your nipples until they were pebbled and ready, Jensen’s tongue on your pussy, and his fingers digging into your thighs. They used you like a cock slut that night but you were more than okay with it. One thing led to another and you’re now dating both of them.

It’s your first polyamorous relationship but you three make it work.

With you having a job that you can work remotely for, they’d take you whenever they had to do interviews, press junkets, and conventions. You’re not one for the spotlight so you’re content with being backstage while they take all the glory. They have yet another convention that they brought you along with, so you’re in the back room watching a video they made recently.

Jensen and Jared talked about serious issues going on in the world currently and how they would take small steps to try and eradicate some of those issues. They are part of a group that works on removing plastic from the ocean, they donate some of their time at food banks and local shelters, and they donate money to groups looking for resources to make the world a better place.

“Listen, these are real-world issues that we need to start taking seriously today. These kinds of events can affect our children and our children’s children,” Jensen says.

“Jar, Jen, dinner is ready,” your voice comes from off-camera.

Jared and Jensen look at each other and just laugh. They’ve been really careful not to give an inkling of their relationship but then things like this happen and it can’t be helped.

“We’ll be right there,” Jared clears his throat.

“We gotta go. That's our girl.”

They leave it at that, and the comment section is raving about them being in a relationship. There are a few other videos where your voice can be heard but you’re never seen. Most of the fans are happy that the boys are happy, and since it’s 2023, being in a poly relationship isn’t that unusual. All of the fans are wondering what you look like but you’re not ready to give that out just yet.

“Hey, we have to go on now,” Jensen says from the door.

You put your phone away and approach Jared with a smile. He pulls you into him and kisses you. He keeps it short and sweet but Jensen is the completely opposite. He kisses you for much longer and in a more intimate way. Jensen is a good kisser with all the practice he’s gotten on you.

“Okay, don’t suffocate her,” Jared playfully says.

“Break a leg, you two,” you grin and watch them leave.

There is a big TV in the back where you can watch what’s going on stage, and you clap when everyone else in the audience does when they walk on. This convention is going like all the others with them telling stories from set, from their lives, and fans asking all kinds of questions. There comes a time when a fan stands up and asks a question regarding you. You knew it was coming sooner or later, and you’re curious how the boys will answer it.

“When are we going to see Y/N? No pressure on you two or her, but just curious.”

“She’s a little camera shy,” Jensen chuckles. “She’s here. She’s backstage but she doesn't really like cameras.”

It’s true, you hate them. Maybe you can give them a little something instead of a full-face reveal. You walk out of the backstage room and over to the edge of the curtains so you’re still hidden from the audience. Jensen and Jared see you creeping up on the curtain, and you stick your hand out to wave at them.

“There she is,” Jared laughs.

Everyone cheers for you which brings a smile to your face. After two seconds, you run back to the room you were in, and Jensen watches you go with a smile on his face.

“We’re working on that part of her,” Jensen jokes.

Maybe one day you’ll be more open to meeting fans and taking pictures because they seem to genuinely love you already, and it’s all thanks to your boys.

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[maislovebot]

you would feel comfortable writing a Sigma×reader, but where are they for having their first time together? and that the reader is a little insecure with her body.

There’s something about you..

Title is from something about you by eyedress

Thank you so much for requesting this, anon:D I hope it lives up to your expectations! I seriously appreciate you, as this is my first real ask I’ve ever gotten:3

Contains: afab reader, no pronouns, first time, virgin Sigma, non-virgin reader, reader has some experience but it isn’t much, thigh riding, brief oral (Sigma receiving), oral (reader receiving), praise kink, protected sex, Sigma calls reader beautiful + pretty + gorgeous, a small amount of lube is used, I feel like Sigma’s the type to get pussydrunk super easy, switching, premature ejaculation, hair pulling, Sigma is a thigh guy because I said so, because it wasn’t specified what reader is insecure about I just made them nervous to take off their shirt, bra, & underwear (apologies!),

You really, truly did love Sigma. He was a great lover. He was understanding, patient, never raised his voice with you, and he was a very loving person. He gave you endless amounts of affection and compliments, he even bought you gifts with his ridiculously large salary, and you two had only been together for a couple of months!

Considering all he did for you, you two probably would’ve had sex by now if it weren’t for you and Sigma being so nervous, and though Sigma wasn’t pressing for it, you could tell he was growing more and more needy. Whenever you two fell asleep holding each other, his hand began to trail just a little too close to your pantyline for it to be considered innocent. Although it never went past that, you couldn’t help but feel your body heat up.

It wasn’t like you had no experience, but you couldn’t help self deprecating thoughts from filling your mind anytime Sigma tried to initiate anything. You would think “what if he sees me naked and finds me unattractive?” or “what if he thinks I’m bad in bed?”, along with many other miscellaneous things that would taint your mind, making you tear up while he held you as you two went to sleep.

Sigma was nervous as well, but for many different reasons. He lacked pretty much any sexual experience; and even if he was dying to feel you, he couldn’t help but fear for the worst. Oh the things he’d do if he could just touch you without freezing up and fearing for what he may do wrong. He has had so many fantasies about you it’s honestly embarrassing, but he’s just too worried to fulfill them. He’s dreamt about kissing you breathless while he’s barely hovering over your face, thrusting into you shamelessly. He’s fantasized about hearing the kinds of sounds you’d make, and what would make you tick. He just so badly wants to rip your clothes off of you, but he doesn’t. He’s too scared.

That was until now, now that you’ve taken the initiative. In all honesty, he wasn’t even sure how you two got there. You two were talking in bed casually, then you started trailing up his body, gently tugging at the rim of his shirt. You snuck your hand under Sigma’s shirt delicately, paying attention to any signs of him being uncomfortable and finding none. Then just to be safe, you asked, “is this okay?” And the only response you got was Sigma nodding his head fervently. You giggled a little at how eager he was, and it made him melt in your arms. He sat there as you trailed along the inside of his shirt, tracing over his stomach and leaving kisses to his back before you grazed over his nipple and he jumped from how sensitive he was. You had never explicitly asked, but you had a pretty good idea that Sigma was a virgin and that his only experience was with himself and his hands. His beautiful, elegant hands that he kept so nicely they looked ethereal. His pretty, long fingers that you just knew could reach places you couldn’t..

You subconsciously trailed your hand down to his, holding his hand tightly. He smiled at the innocent gesture and turned himself to face you, and he kissed you. This was what you were more used to. You and Sigma have had some intense makeout sessions, and in all honesty, with how much you guys had felt each other up, you were shocked you guys hadn’t gone any further. Sigma trailed his hands up your waist and gently cupped your chest before reaching your face and holding you in place. Your legs tangled with his and he couldn't help but press his knee onto your cunt, adoring the way you shivered and looked right into his eyes. That’s when Sigma got a bright idea. He gripped your waist and laid down on his back against the headboard, resting you atop his thigh. You were in fluffy shorts and he was wearing pajama pants, so he quickly removed his so you could receive more friction.

Once you were laid atop his thigh yet again, Sigma looked at you with pleading eyes.

“Are you sure you’re ready for this?” Sigma asked.

“I think..”

You were just glad you haven’t removed any of your clothes yet.

Sigma gripped your thighs and motioned for you to start grinding against his thigh. It took a few short moments to get into it, but you could quickly feel a spark coming from your cunt.

“Ah..” you gripped Sigma’s shoulders, not tight enough to hurt, but enough to help you keep your balance. As you ground yourself against his thigh, your knee came into contact with his crotch and he whined. His cute little noises were enough to drive you crazy right away, and you bent over just enough to kiss Sigma’s cheek, trailing down to his lips and neck. His grip on your hips tightened, and he began to guide your hips himself. You were still putting in some effort, but Sigma was doing most of the work at this point, dragging your cunt across his thigh.

Sigma began to push your hips down to force more friction onto your clit and you cried out, resting your head in the crook of his neck. He kept dragging you back and forth, and you could feel that warm feeling bubbling up in your chest.

“Hnng..Sigma, I’m close—”

Sigma groaned from the slight friction you were supplying him with, lifting your chin to desperately kiss you. You kept dragging yourself on his thigh, helping you gain a slow and steady release. You were teetering close to the edge when Sigma flexed his leg, getting even more stimulation straight to your clit. You let out a loud moan right into Sigma’s mouth before cumming, and when you looked up you saw Sigma staring at your face in awe. He could feel your slick soaking through his pants, and it drove him crazy. You separated your lips from his, panting and smiling.

“Was it any good?” Sigma questioned.

You chuckled, leaning into his shoulder.

“Yes, it was lovely.”

Sigma looked down to where your cunt and his thigh met, smiling at the sticky hot mess you had left all over his thigh. When you lifted yourself up off of him with shaky thighs, he stared at the wet patch on his leg. He couldn’t see it all too well, but he could faintly see the shine from the lamp on your bedside table. Sigma brought his hand down and took a small amount on his fingers, licking it up.

God, you tasted amazing. He so badly wanted to dive himself between your thighs and never leave, but he was caught off when you began sliding yourself down his frame, your eyes half lidded and looking right into his. You looked at his cock, which was honestly, very pretty just like the rest of him. You took your middle and ring finger and slid his beads of precum down the rest of his cock, and he loved the way your hands delicately jerked him off.

Once his precum was spread around a fair amount, you kissed the head of Sigma’s dick, before licking along it to get some of your saliva to coat it as well. You wanted this to be a nice, comfortable experience, after all. He whined and almost immediately bucked his hips up and you giggled at how sensitive he was.

It’s not like he hasn’t jerked off before (in fact he’d say he’s gotten himself off to thoughts of you so many times it’s embarrassing), but something about your hands being the one coaxing him was making him see stars already, and you’ve barely even touched him. You treated him so good, and the delicate touches you were so generously giving him were real proof of that.

You kept gently sucking on Sigma’s tip, adoring his whiny and pathetic cries when you licked a stripe along the underside of his length.

As Sigma laid against the headboard while you sat by his lower half, his breathing got consistently more heavy and he closed his eyes tight. He could feel your hands gently tracing along what you weren’t taking in. You kept tracing along his tip, before you finally removed yourself and kissed it one last time. Sigma whined when you moved yourself from him, shaking his head and looking slightly disoriented.

“What..? Why’d you stop?..” he questioned.

“I don’t know how much of a refractory period you have..don’t wanna risk you cumming then needing to take a break, now do we?”

Sigma looked down at his chest, visibly embarrassed. His red face is a total indicator.

“Oh come on, it's normal. Once we’ve done this more I’m willing to bet we won’t have to worry about it as much.”

Sigma nodded, looking down at you as you slowly trailed kisses up his chest. He ran his fingers through his hair once your face met his again, and as you leaned in to kiss him again, Sigma reached his hands down to unbutton your shirt. You froze, pulling away from Sigma and looking down at the floor next to you. Sigma gently grabbed your arms and tilted his head.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m just.. nervous.”

“About?”

You quickly looked at Sigma, before looking away and repeating.

“Y’know..me. My body”

Sigma looked taken aback for a moment before wrapping his arms around yours.

“I’m sorry I didn’t know,” Sigma trailed off, “why don’t I help you out?”

You looked at him confused, before he lifted his arms again, slowly unbuttoning your shirt.

“If you want to stop at any point, tell me. But I’m going to help you with your self image.”

You could melt. He was so sweet, you didn’t even think about how he was taking off your shirt till it slid off your shoulders and your bra was all that was left. You subconsciously covered yourself, and Sigma gently grabbed your wrists, lowering them.

“You look beautiful, please don’t hide yourself.”

You bit your lip before loosening your tensing muscles and letting him slowly bring your arms down. Sigma reached his hands behind your back to attempt to undo your bra, and you giggled at how he struggled and furrowed his brow.

“Why’re the clips so small..” Sigma grumbled, and you reached behind your own back to undo them.

“Practice makes perfect. Looks like we’re gonna have to do this more often.” Sigma giggled at your comment as you got your bra undone, and it quickly fell down your shoulders. You wanted to close your eyes so you wouldn’t have to look Sigma in the eyes, but before you got the opportunity your eyes widened when he reached his head forward to lick and suck on your nipple, bringing his hands to your back to hold you in place. You let out a loud moan at the sudden contact, arching your back into his touch.

“Sigma..” he gently nipped at your nipple, pulling on it and you yelped.

“Ah!..” Your cry quickly turned into a drawn out whine as Sigma reached his dominant hand down, pulling your panties to the side and searching for your clit for a few moments before you let out a quiet squeak, and he assumed he found it. He rubbed small, tight circles on it, surprised at how sensitive you really were.

Sigma played with your clit for a few moments, getting his fingers wet enough to sneak two past your entrance. You whined again, quickly being reminded of Sigma’s mouth being on your chest by the way he nibbled on your nipple yet again.

“Curl them..”

Sigma hummed, mildly confused.

“Your fingers..curl them up.”

“Like this?” Sigma questioned, momentarily separating himself from you, and he looked shocked at how your thighs almost immediately began to tense up and you buried your head in the crook of his neck.

“Mhm!” You mumbled out, gripping Sigma’s arms tightly.

Sigma was taken aback by how reactive you were, but he certainly wasn’t complaining. He curled and scissored his fingers, trying out different movements to see what you liked best. He was still stimulating your clit with his thumb, and he loved the way your legs clamped around his hand whenever he hit a particularly sensitive area. He found the soft sensation your walls supplied him with breathtaking, and he couldn’t help but fantasize about what your cunt would feel like around him. So greedy, almost as if you’re sucking him in.

“You’re so gorgeous, I can’t get enough of you.” Sigma said, looking at his hand, jaw agape at the way his knuckles would disappear inside your cunt. You whined, throwing your head back every so often then burying your face in his neck again.

“I love you,” You said breathlessly, “make me cum, Sigma. I’m almost there.” Sigma turned red at your words, looking at your pretty eyes, doing as you said. He kept the same pace, although he did begin to rub more tight, fast circles to your clit again. Your thighs began to shake and tremble around his wrist, making it easier for him to move it around. He bent his wrist a little more, supplying a new angle to your clit, and it was enough to get you to come all over his hand. You dripped all over his hand, small amounts of it seeping its way onto his leg and onto the sheets. Sigma sat with his jaw hitting the floor, the way you spasmed drove him crazy, and he took no time reaching over into your nightstand and digging for a condom.

“Wha..? How’d you know I have those?” You questioned, still a little lightheaded from your eccentric orgasm. Sigma saw the way your eyes closed and reopened, and the way you gently fell in his chest every now and again and giggled.

“I was cleaning and saw them.”

“Bet you turned all red.”

Sigma chuckled and checked the side for the expiration date, and saw it still had a good year on it. He quickly undid the small plastic casing, and you quickly began pumping his cock again, reaching into the drawer and getting out a container of lube and lathering a small amount on your fingers to simultaneously prep yourself a little. Sigma looked astonished at the sight. You pumping his cock and fingering yourself at the same time was a sight to behold, and he couldn’t help but hurry and put the condom on. He sat hesitatingly, unsure of what position to get into.

“Here, because it’s your first time you can sit back.”

“But I don’t wanna make you do the work..” he said.

“Don’t worry,” you pushed his shoulders back, pressing him against the headboard. “I like it.”

Sigma nodded and settled back against the headboard again, before you froze. You were mere inches from him, but you just couldn’t take the final step. You could hear your head filling to the brim with negative thoughts, and you teared up a little. You quickly lifted your hand to wipe them away, but Sigma beat you to it. He lifted his hand and wiped a tear off of your eye, looking into your eyes tenderly.

“We can slow down if you want.”

You shook your head.

“No—I really do want to, I’m just scared of what you’ll think.”

“Maybe you need a push then,” Sigma grabbed your hips, watching as you slowly sank down onto him. He let out loud, overstimulated gasps when you clenched around him. He kissed you breathless and stared right at you.

“You know you’re gorgeous, right?” Sigma breathed heavily as he said it.

“I don’t even know how you were nervous to take off your clothes..I mean look at you..”

His words left a mark on you, and you couldn’t help but tear up again. Sigma noticed this and kissed your jaw, before reaching his hand up to wipe your tears away with his thumb.

“Come on, don’t c-cry—” Sigma was cut off when you clenched around him.

“hnng so t-tight..God, you look amazing.”

You giggled at his words, appreciating his affirmations and gentle hands cleaning you up. His constant praise was making you feel all warm inside, and you could feel your insecure worries slowly fading away. You couldn’t help it when Sigma was this sweet to you.

You began to slowly bounce up and down, letting Sigma get used to the sensation. He let out loud gasps and gripped your hips loosely, allowing you to control most of the movements, but still grounding him. He felt embarrassed at how vocal he was being, but he couldn’t help it. Your pussy felt so much better than his hand, so much warmer. So much tighter.

“Ahh, you feel so good..” Sigma kept rambling on, and you giggled and sped up your movements. He winced when you sped up, your walls clenching around him. Sigma’s arms rested on your hips, and yours were on his shoulders. He leaned forward to kiss you again, before trailing down to suck on your nipple again. You closed your eyes tight, speeding up your movements drastically, almost frantic. Sigma couldn’t handle the fast pace, and he embarrassingly whined and detached himself from you, whispering in your ear.

“I’m close..” he stretched out his sentence, losing his composure with a whine. You thought the fact he was close so soon was cute, and you smiled from his lap.

“Go ahead and come..as much as you n-need..!” You stuttered when he hit a specific spot inside of you.

“Sigma, right there!” Sigma nodded and started aiming his hips to hit that spot every time, astonished by the way you gripped his shoulders tighter than before. You could tell Sigma was struggling to keep his pace and talk to you, but damn was it hot. He kept giving you other miscellaneous compliments throughout, before cumming with a cry.

“F-fuck..” you said, you were throbbing, and so, so close, but you knew Sigma couldn’t keep going, especially with the condom on. You lifted yourself off of him, and took off the condom, and with his dick being hypersensitive, he twitched a little. He breathed heavily for a few moments, before reaching over and getting another condom out and wordlessly stretching it out onto him.

Once it was on him, he gripped your shoulders and pushed you back onto the bed.

“Huh? Sigma, you can’t keep going like this.. you’re too sensitive.”

“Yes I can. Did you really think I was just gonna leave you like that?” Sigma breathed heavily from above you, trailing his hands along the sheets until he grabbed your hands on either side of your head. Sigma teased his tip at your entrance for a few seconds before pushing himself inside, and you moaned when he started thrusting right into the spot you told him to hit earlier. He could hit it so much deeper in this position, especially because he gripped one of your thighs and laid it atop his shoulder. His thrusts were so much deeper; and even if he was overly sensitive he couldn’t stop. The feeling was so addictive, and the way his dick twitched from overstimulation only added to your pleasure.

He couldn’t stop. Not until you came at least one more time. His thrusts were growing desperate, and with the way you were teetering over the edge by the time Sigma came, it took you a remarkably short amount of time to get there.

“I’m close!” You cried, and Sigma sped up his movements, bringing a hand to your clit again. He searched for a few moments before rubbing small circles on it, and he applied just a little more pressure to your clit and it was enough to make you cum and bring your free hand up to his hair and grab it to ground yourself. Sigma whined one last time before cumming with you, moaning loudly as you pulled at his hair.

Sigma slowed down, riding out your and his high. Once the pleasure had subsided and it was now a faint buzz in the deepest depths of your bodies, he fell atop your chest.

“I’m sorry! I did it by accident..”

“Hm?” Sigma mumbled, resting on your chest. What did you do? Sigma didn’t even know what you were apologizing for.

“Pulling your hair..”

Sigma shook his head, kissing your temple.

“Oh don’t worry..it felt good.”

You felt your face heat up, and you turned your head over to kiss your cheek.

Sigma pulled back and looked at your dripping cunt, giggling a little. Sigma quickly removed the condom, tying it and throwing it in the trash.

“Look at the mess you’ve made,” Sigma paused, taking in your features, “can I clean it up?” Sigma said. You looked at him, surprised he was still willing to keep going, considering how tired he was. Nonetheless, you nodded, kissing his temple, guiding his head down your chest and to your awaiting pussy. Sigma was hesitant, but he eyed your clit and left a short, experimental lick. Considering how overstimulated you were, you whined almost immediately. Your thighs wrapped around Sigma’s head, and he gasped at how you held him in place. He kept licking stripes up your clit, before you gently pushed his face closer to your pussy.

“Suck on it..”

Sigma was confused for a few moments before getting your plea, and he wrapped his mouth around your clit and sucked on it and God. It felt so good. You whimpered at the feeling, and Sigma loved the way your body trembled and you gripped the bed sheets, before Sigma gripped the wrist of your dominant hand and laid it atop his head, implying you pull on his hair instead. Sigma was clearly more into hair pulling than you would’ve anticipated. It felt especially nice for him because of how long and silky his hair is. He loved the way you gripped at his roots and whined. Sigma wasn’t expecting to make you so responsive, and he worried that you were just putting on a show for him, but those worries quickly washed away as you scratched his scalp and ran your fingers through his hair the best you could with your shaky hands.

“You’re so good at this..” you praised, propping yourself on your elbows to get a better look at Sigma’s face. He looked concentrated, and very determined. Similar to how he looked during work hours. Sigma began licking at your clit again, before diving his tongue down to your hole and teasing your entrance before diving in. You trembled when he did and fell back onto the bed, your back arching pathetically. Sigma thought it was a wonderful look on you. His hands gripped at the bedsheets before experimentally grabbing your thighs, the touch was so gentle it tickled a little. After seeing no protests from you, he tightened his grip around your thighs. It was a firm grip, similar to how when you two first got into a relationship and he would hold you tightly at night almost as if you’d disappear at any moment.

Sigma always feared that you’d disappear at any given moment. He was terrified of it, in fact. It ended up making him hold your hand so tightly that you couldn’t pull away, even if you two were simply walking through the casino. When you two slept at night, Sigma held you tight in a similar fashion to now, testing the waters to see what you were comfortable with. Once he realized you didn’t mind being held right, he abused that fact. He would hold you against his chest so tight you wouldn’t be able to leave unless you tapped him on the shoulder and woke him up. When you two first got into a relationship it was so bad he’d follow you into the kitchen in the middle of the night when you were getting a glass of water, although now he’s gotten more comfortable. You thought it was adorable, even if you felt empathy towards why he felt the need to hold you close.

Once you two started to get more established, you would hold him instead, and he loved it. He loved how cherished it made him feel. At first it was more of a mutual hold, but now he’s able to let you just hold him. He adores how loved it makes him feel. It never fails to help him fall asleep at night.

Just like those moments, Sigma was holding you tight as he ate you out. Almost as if you’d disappear at any moment. His firm grip was making your thighs twitch, the feeling making you throb around his tongue. He reached his tongue as far as it could go, and even if he was inexperienced, his enthusiasm was definitely making up for it.

“C-close..” you whined, closing your thighs in on his head even tighter.

With the warning, Sigma moved his tongue back to your clit, sucking and circling his tongue around it. You pulled him impossibly closer to your dripping cunt, bucking your hips into his mouth. You finally came, cumming all over his face with some dripping onto the bed. Sigma’s eyes widened, licking his lips, loving your addicting taste. Before he pulled away from your cunt, he experimentally wrapped his teeth around your clit, very gently tugging, making sure to barely apply any pressure. He could tell just how sensitive it was. You cried out at his actions, overstimulation making your worn out body twitch. You hunched yourself up on your shoulders and dragged yourself further up the bed, and Sigma dove back down and you almost protested, but to your surprise he licked and sucked on your thighs, leaving multiple small red marks. They weren’t very prominent marks, but Sigma loved the way they decorated your skin. He made sure to apply more pressure and leave a couple purple marks that he knew would last longer. It was a nice way to end the night, and you leaned up against the headboard and Sigma followed your lead, leaning over you and kissing you as he gently grabbed the sides of your face.

Once Sigma pulled away from your face, he looked into your eyes and smiled for a few moments, before littering your face with kisses.

“You’re so pretty..” Sigma said, kissing down your jawline, and along many different parts of your body.

“Look at your pretty face,” He left a kiss on your cheek.

“And this pretty chest,” Sigma trailed down your body, kissing along your chest.

“This pretty, pretty tummy,” Sigma said while kissing your stomach.

Sigma continued to trail down your body, reaching your legs and knees, before moving back up and leaving a kiss right on your hips and trailing back down to your pussy.

“You’re so pretty.” Sigma said as he moved himself back up to kiss your lips one last time.

You got up and got a wet rag to clean Sigma up, before you wiped up your own body as well, until you met your thighs, where Sigma grabbed the rag himself.

“Could I clean your thighs?”

You nodded, kissing the tip of his head as he leaned down to wipe down your thighs. For a few moments he wiped the rag between your folds to clean up your remaining cum, and you trembled, and Sigma giggled as he quickly pulled the rag away.

“Sorry,” Sigma brought himself up and met your face as a form of apology.

You just nodded, leaning up to wrap your arms around his neck.

“It’s alright,” you kissed his temple one last time, “I guess I didn’t have to worry about your refractory period.” The tips of Sigma’s ears were a light shade of red as he turned away from you, looking at the ceiling instead of your face. You noticed this and decided to tease him a bit more, your face turning smug.

“I mean, you just kept going at it!”

“Don’t say that, it’s embarrassing..”

You and Sigma looked at each other, kissing one last time, his hand gently grabbing yours as you two laid side by side and fell asleep in each other's arms.

Wc - 4.7k

I’ll still be accepting requests but I may not be able to get to write them for about a week because of school..but anyways I hope you enjoyed this, anon! Just know you’re beautiful and that these silly insecurities make no sense! You’re lovely! Sigma sure seems to think so..

[sanjisblackasswife]

Hey Tate hope you’re doing well! Do you have any spicy headcannons of the Monster Trio + Law? Love your writings 😮‍💨

A/N: THANK U :D My stupid ass thought I already did this HA I didn’t though. I have a nsfw alphabet for these guys too in my drafts so I’ll try to make this one short (keyword: try) I gotchu tho thank u for requesting! Enjoy!:)

ALSO TYSM FOR 400 FOLLOWERS OMG🤍

General NSFW Headcanons for the Monster Trio and Law

Black Fem Reader in Mind

Ft. Luffy, Sanji, Zoro, & Law

CW: Just General Smut ig? Not too descriptive tho

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Sanji

He has the highest libido obvious fact is obvious out of all the men listed so if you’re his woman prepared to be harassed like a mf.

Okay not really harass but when he is feeling very needy he subconsciously touches you; lingering touches, hand on your waist, rubs your lower back. He doesn’t really realize he is doing either until you look up at his flustered face and tell him

Imma keep saying it: Sanji moans in French in your ear and it’s the hottest thing to ever experience

He loves to overstimulate and edge himself whether he is alone or with you he doesn’t care but if he’s with you than have fun because you’re ganna have tears running

Sanji enjoys seeing you wear lingerie. It’s almost like a kink/fetish to him and sometimes he just ends up having sex with you with it still on

Sanji loves having his fingers sucked. He didn’t realize he liked it so much until you did it once after he fingered you

Speaking of fingers: he absolutely loves seeing the sight of his ring and middle finger in your cunt. 12/10 experience and he can do it all day

He fingers you a lot while he cuddles you in bed. You’ll be half asleep and suddenly feel Sanji’s hands squeeze your breast and lazily rub your clit

Sanji does in fact believe your pleasure is more important than his so sometimes when he feels himself getting close before you he’ll pull out and use his tongue to pace himself

He loves kissing sm. Can you guess what kinda kissing? Yes, he loves to French kiss he can make out with you for hours and it really doesn’t get boring

He LOVES BOOBJOBS MORE THAN BLOWJOBS. It’s true he told me. He doesn’t care if your tits are huge like Zoro’s or small like mine if he can stick it in between he will. Bonus points if you decide to lick the tip as it comes close to your mouth

His favorite way of initiating sex is starting off with sensual massages. He’ll always start off so slow rubbing the warm oil on your body, his words are super sweet, but then eventually you’ll feel the pads of his thumb rub against your lower lips under the very small towel he gave you barely covering your butt anyways waiting for you to beg just a little for him to flip you over and go down on you. It ends being very messy I may make a Drabble of this

He jacks off a lot on the Sunny. He usually does it in the bathroom when everybody is distracted and not in the kitchen.

Sanji would make it clear to you that he wants YOU to come to HIM when you’re feeling needy. If he catches you masturbating without him he’ll feel like he isn’t satisfying you enough so he’ll ofc think it’s hot seeing you, but will be very pouty

He always enjoys the thought of being marked up by a woman so pls do it and leave hickies on him :( he wears button down shirts for a reason!

When Sanji first got a blowjob from a woman he cried after cuming in her mouth

Everything is very romantic and sensual with Sanji. A night with him will always be memorable

He is really good and fast learner of the woman’s body. He can find the G-Spot very quickly

Everytime they dock on a new island he sometimes try to see if they have a brothel, but never actually goes in he just wants to know they’re there. He doesn’t like the thought of paying for sex

He LOVES STRIP TEASES! Pushing him on his back and doing it on his lap really gets him going

Sanji’s favorite position is like a cuddle fuck; his body is wrapped and on top of you giving your deep hard thrust because he loves the noises you make right in his ear when he pushes inside you

He needs to hold hands—-when doing oral, when having sex he doesn’t care he needs to feel your hands

He gives the best tongue baths too. His tongue in general is a weapon in and of itself

Law

He has a pretty low libido, but it’s high when he’s stressed out or you manage to successfully tease him which is so difficult

He’s the biggest tease out of all of them though jackass

He only masturbates in the shower because he hates leaving an unnecessary mess to clean afterwards

When he feels needy which is rare he’ll make you work with him all day, getting up to hover over your body, and tell you stupid ass facts about the female anatomy (I’m sorry but Law has no clue how to flirt and yall will not fight me on this)

“You know an orgasm a day is healthy for women with cramps.”

“I don’t have any cramps right now.”

“That’s not the point—“

He hates the thought of a woman dominating him. He just does. He doesn’t mind you being on top, but just know he will be doing all of the work

Speaking of being on top thats his favorite position. He enjoys the sight of your body squirming on top of him

Law May not have a high libido but he’s an undercover pervert KSBSJSKSK

Law’s mind is so perverted pls. He has a really good poker face but when he sees your attempts in trying to seduce him all he can think about when you turn out the door in defeat is to pull you back and take you right there on the wall

Law can be kinda awkward he tries to initiate sex. Keyword though: TRIES. Usually it doesn’t take much for you to want to jump on his Dick but he doesn’t understand the power he has over you so when he makes an effort to be hot it’s so funny

“Law why are you shirtless in my room?”

“I thought you would like it—“

He’s a doctor so he knows the anatomy of a woman so him finding the clit or your sweet spot is never an issue

Law doesn’t like bald 🐱. He knows the importance of having pubic hair on a woman so if you ever feel like you need to shave he’ll tell you not to worry about it

The first day after meeting Luffy he room’ed you and him to a hotel and fucked you senseless out of frustration because he didn’t want to have to clean any messes in his room or office. You actually appreciated the Strawhats for that

Law gets so turned on with thigh high socks and a big tee shirt (bonus points if it’s his shirt) he just really likes it and when you tease him about it he gets so mad and pink

Law is a grunted and if you manage you grind or lick in the right direction he’ll grip any fatty part of your body and huff out your name

Loves when you take his hat to wear when you ride him

He enjoys shower sex alot. However he still likes to make you naturally aroused and not use the water as a lubricant

Law likes to hear what you want done to yourself by him so he’ll usually start teasing you and ask you to “use your words.”

He likes to make out with you with you straddling him while he grabs your thighs

His worse fear is being caught with you so if you have an exhibition kink you’re ganna be disappointed.

Luffy

His libido wasn’t high until he got with yo horny ass

He didn’t see the interest in sex. He knew what that was but didn’t care for it. But after you gave him head once and since he has an additive personality he is all for it.

I Like how a lot of people hc him as the type to blurt out when he wants to have sex so yes I hc that too. If you and him just had sex that morning and later that evening he wants it again, he’ll be like “Y/N tonight I want you in my room.” While just casually eating and announcing it during dinner with absolutely no shame

He knows what jacking off is and he doesn’t do it alot because he doesn’t really feel the need to. Only when he wakes up with a morning wood he’ll go to the bathroom (or under his covers) and take care of himself

Sex with Luffy is actually really fun! He likes trying new things each time and makes alotta funny remarks—

“Should I make my Dick get longer or thicker?”

“Luffy Just put it in!”

Luffy likes quickies A LOT. So expect to feel his stretchy arms pull you across the ship mid conversation to be took on the storage room wall.

He likes hitting it from the back. Luffy will use his arms to wrap around your body many times and just go ham from behind.

Speaking of going ham his stamina and impatience knows no bounds so you have to teach him the importance of foreplay because if not he will try and do it while you’re dry and nobody needs that.

Luffy has a really attractive voice when he is close to cuming. He’s very loud too so sometimes you have to make him suck on your fingers or kiss him to be quiet

Luffy is such a sloppy pussy eater and sometimes you Gatta bring his head back up because he will end up accidentally eating your ass if you’re not careful

He doesn’t know where the clit is and misses it a lot so you have to guide him

He likes to watch you masturbate. HE LIKES IT ALOT ALOT. He’ll catch himself resting on his elbows seeing you rapidly rub circles on your clit with a tent forming in his pants. He manages to ignore it a lot to demand commands from you

“Put two fingers in.”

“Use both hands.”

He bites you when he’s close to cuming. Fucking feral child

He doesn’t even like jacking off he wants you to do it for him while he’s still half clothed and you’re completely naked

He’s a pervert but he doesn’t know it KSHSJDKS

He likes seeing you in short skirts just to watch the bottom of it blow up to expose your little panties when you bend over

His head is always on, under , or hovering over your titties. Not even just when having sex just in GENERAL

He put his hat on you when you ride him

He also loves reverse cowgirl it turns him on sm seeing your ass bounce on his Dick :((((

Luffy enjoys hearing you moan “Captain” under him.

Absolutely the type to start having sex with you and immediately stop if he can

He can be going down on you, so super into it and you’re right at the brink of cuming when he just stops

“Lu—?!”

“LOOK WE MADE IT TO AN ISLAND!”

“IM NOT FINISHED YET?!”

He is a licker too. He will lick your face, body, he doesn’t give af and sometimes it’s not even sexual you can be eating a juicy fruit and he will lick the remainder juice off your cheek

He’s a really good kisser when he slows tf down. He usually tries to eat your damn face when he kisses you

Luffy kisses you out of excitement alot too.

He’s naturally touchy so he will always have you wrapped around his arms

He views sex as something similar to a conversation so sometimes you or Nami have to slap him when he exposes stuff you do in the bedroom

“And Y/N really likes when I shove my tongue in her—“

“LUFFY!”

He’s kinda a switch at heart? When he is on top he has such a raspy groan but when you’re on top he’s such a whiny little thing it’s so cute

Zoro

His libido is medium but he blames it on you lmao

“You’re the reason I’m like this.”

“You asked to eat MY pussy?!”

He makes you bite his sword. He loves hearing you moan but seeing you struggle to conceal them between your teeth looks even hotter tbh

He SOMETIMES knows where the clit is—he gets an attitude when you have to show him

“I knew where it was…”

“You were about to finger my ass—.”

He didn’t make a lot of noise at first, which kinda annoyed you because you could tell he was holding back so you started to suck his neck causing him to moaned out and it shocked you because it sounded so much more different than his natural deep voice

“Wh—what?!”

“Your moans are hot do it again…”

“GET OFF OF ME—“

He gets flustered so easily, sometimes all you have to do is compliment how strong he is and he wanna pounce on you.

Speaking of strength he absolutely has a size kink

He enjoys fucking you against a wall more than a bed

He also likes doing the 69 standing up this mf has no shame

Contrary to belief before he became a Strawhat he jacked off a lot. Then slowed down but then picked it back up when getting with you

Once again your fault somehow

He will not—for any reason—have you ride him. Everytime you try He just flips you over. It has nothing to do with being dom or sub because if anything he can be a bratty sub (SOMETIMES) but he just doesn’t want you on top. You’ve asked him about this and he just says “Because I’m always on top.” Like afucking child pouting

You really believe it’s because he can’t handle it

And it’s true

He don’t mind you riding his face though

That’s actually his go to when giving oral

He is another one that can start something and not finish it without being phased by it. He has done this to you a handful of times. Sometimes because he fell asleep or he was punishing you

Yes he has fell asleep when inside you or when giving your oral

He swears he has the best self control but once you start bending over wiggling that round jiggly ass of yours he loses all sense as a man

Booty Hunter Zoro is canon so not fight me on this

He is like Law. He doesn’t give af about a hairy 🐱. It’s not based on preference he’s just the type to be like:

“Open your legs.”

“I didn’t shave—-“

“I don’t give a fuck open your legs.”

He likes the feel of it Lowkey

Don’t make out with this man unless you wanna get fucked ok that’s the deal that’s just how he works

Like I said he isn’t loud but if you’re just feeling too good for him that one particular day he’ll groan continuously in your ear praising and degrading you

Doesn’t care if he gets caught

He does prefer a bigger woman only because he can manhandle them more and not worry about hurting you

He loves spreading you open very WIDELY and just jackhammering you.

Zoro doesn’t know how to be sensual if you hit him with it but he will TRY, HE WILL

He makes you cockwarm him a lot while you’re in the CN to help him have self control it’s the best and worse thing

He always wanted you to give him a blow job under the table while he is in a public restaurant but don’t know how to approach you about it

Will tongue kiss you with his cum still in your mouth

[t0ta11y-n0t-cup1d]

!!!!! hi !!! :) can u maybe write rise leo & donnie hcs (separate pls) with a reader who's super affectionate and just loves tf out of them.!!! like!!! reader is head over heels!!!

also i hate that u were self conscious while writing totally platonic ;( it was so great, i rly like the way u wrote it!!!🥹 made me feel all warm n' fuzzy n' shit

Touchy-Feely

꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡ (seperate) don + leo hcs w a supez affectionate reader!!! (physical touch, gift-giving, words of affirmation)

req ;; yes/no

g/n reader!! they/them prns

warnings ;; swearing, kinda ooc??

leo ;;

- so leo is naturally ALL over people he loves (think climbing all over raph, draping himself over mikey + donnie, etc)

- it'd be really accurate to say he's the same way with you!

- whenever you're in the lair, or just around the turtles/leo, you are going to be snatched up and there is nothing you can do about it!

- standing up? okay, leo's just gonna wrap his arms round your waist and lean his head on your shoulder.

- sitting down? either you're sitting in his lap or he's sitting in yours— or, he sits on the floor beside you so that he can lean his head on your thighs (i love doing that)

- laying in bed? CUDDLE TIME!

- that's all just to say that leo himself is very physically affectionate ;; if he got the chance he'd hold onto you and never let go

- with leo's self-esteem problems, i think it really helps to have a partner who's super affectionate!

- leo's the kinda guy to have doubts/ be like 'why are you even with me? i'm so lame and my brothers/literally anyone is so much better than me'

- so to have someone who time and time again shows how much they love him and proves that they only have eyes for him?

- it actually really helps! of course, those thoughts do come back sometimes, but it's nothing that a few kisses and a cuddle session can't fix!

- not to mention how you're always, always willing to tell him own much you love him!! because you do, you love him very much and will do anything to get those bad thoughts out of his head

- if he ever feels bad about himself or something he did, he always comes to you to get some comfort bc you comfort him in the best way

- like i wrote in Totally Platonic, leo's prone to subconsciously wagging his tail, making chittering/churring sounds at you, even fluttering his fingers around your cheeks bc red-eared slider DNA go brrr

- something that i think leo would be self-conscious of is money and ish, bc its not like he can really get much?? with the whole turtle situation

- but you, of course, being the angel you are, constantly reassures him that you don't need materialistic things for him to prove his love! you just want him, not anything else

- he sobs on the spot

- leo's the type of guy to fall HARD, so to know you're the same way? to know that you're as crazy about him as he is about you?

- he swoons, and wonders what he might've done to deserve such a wonderful partner.

- (literally save the world twice but who's counting?)

donnie ;;

- everybody, EVERYBODY KNOWS that donnie ain't a very touch-oriented guy, so at the start of the relationship, he'd deffo be overwhelmed by all the love and might ask you to tone it down (not in a mean way)

- once he gets comfortable tho he's all up for affection and cuddles :))

- you do ruin his bad-boy image tho. how is this man supposed to be dark and mysterious when your sweet self is out here making him absolutely melt???

- donnie typically shows his love through gifts and words!!!

- alike leo, he could spend HOURS singing your praise and just saying everything he loves about you (he's actually made a list organized by his most favourite qualities alphabetically.)

- i personally think that for donnie, being a middle child, he didn't get too much attention and we know for a FACT that he yearns for praise and love

- so you KNOW he's going feral if you so much as say 'wow, that's cool!' to one of his inventions

- donnie, while a little overwhelmed by all the love you show him, is really happy to have it

- don can get really stressed when doing his experiments/making his inventions, so it helps to have you around!!

- comes to you for cuddles and to rant when stuff doesn't go his way or an experiment fails

- DEFFO appreciates how affectionate and lovey-dovey you are.

- (also like leo) he can get down in the dumps and insecure bc he believes that his tech is the only 'useful' thing about himself

- so to hear you constantly being like "ahhh my bf!!! my wonderful talented smart funny bf!!!! my love my light of my life!!! i love you i love you i love you :DD" to him really brought up his spirits

- how could they not?? you're just too cute and so sweet!!

- it also helps if he feels kinda insecure in public!! people trying to flirt w you? you don't even notice because you're too busy looking at donnie.

- donnie totes makes you gifts and stuff (little robot to help you out w chores, maybe one to remind you every day how much he loves you :])

- unlike leonardo however, don prefers to keep pda to a minimum;; he likes having certain things to himself and in private

- that doesn't mean that he don't love it tho!!! he just prefers that some stuff stays behind walls

A/N ;; SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG!! but thank you so much for the request :DD im so eepy jssbbfjs,,,, anyway MEOWSSSS can't wait to work on more fics :]] they might come (even) slower tho bc im starting classes again (AGHHHHHHH)

LUV FROM ;; CUPEZ

[quin-ns]

Hi! Hope this is the right place to request,sorry if it isn’t. I was wondering if you could write a Routledge!hippie!fem! Reader x overprotective!JJ? Some suggestive fluff with a happy ending if that’s okay☹️ I absolutely LOVE ur work btw!!🩷

Reader is referred to as John B’s sister but she’s not described and is only a half sibling so anyone can read! I want to fulfill requests but it’s also important to me that I do what I can to make my fics inclusive 🫶

Peace & Love (JJ Maybank x Reader)

Every time JJ caught himself looking at you a little too long, he immediately felt John B’s eyes land on him. He had never mentioned it out loud, but JJ figured his friend knew he had a crush on you.

It wouldn’t have been a big deal if you weren’t John B’s little sister.

You weren’t actually that much younger than him, only a few months. Apparently Big John got around more than people realized, and after he pissed both John B’s and your mom off, he was left with the both of you.

It never seemed to cause any problems with you and John B, surprisingly. JJ sometimes wondered how that was possible, but John B took pride in being an older brother and you weren’t exactly the resentful type.

In fact, JJ was fairly certain you didn’t have a negative bone in your body. It was one of the many things he liked about you.

Your whole existence screamed peace and love, and all your friends (JJ included) joked that you were a hippie stereotype. It never bothered you, probably because you knew how badly the group needed someone who could remain calm and make everyone smile.

“I got something on my face or do you just think I’m pretty?” you asked suddenly.

It took JJ a moment to realize you were looking right at him, brows raised. Not long after that he realized he’d been staring again while lost in his thoughts.

You all were at a beach party, sitting around a bonfire. Other people were milling around all of him and his friends, but JJ wouldn’t have been any the wiser to their presence. He’d pretty much forgotten all about them, actually.

He flirted with you all the time, but this caught him off guard. If it had been just the two of you JJ would’ve been sincere and told you yes, he did think you were pretty. He’d been wanting to say something along those lines for a while, to test the waters.

But he felt the pressure of the others eyeing him—especially John B—and made some lame comment about not recognizing your headband and asked if it was new.

“Nah, man, I’ve had this one for a while,” you replied, subconsciously adjusting it.

John B looked at him as if to say, “really, dude?”, but you were too carefree to be suspicious.

Kiara laughed. “You probably haven’t seen it in a while ‘cause she has about a thousand.”

“So what? I like them,” you defended lightly. JJ watched a little too closely as you lifted your cup to your lips, but it was empty. “I need a refill,” you realized, standing.

JJ almost jumped to follow you, but he was still getting stared at. You disappeared out of his view through random bodies and he felt himself deflate.

“Seriously?” John B said, raising a brow at him. “You expect me to think you were looking at her headband?”

JJ felt like a spotlight was on him. Usually he didn’t mind, but this was a little more different. John B didn’t sound mad, but he wouldn’t have been surprised if his friend had told him to back off.

“If you like her, just say something,” John B continued, much to JJ’s surprise. His eyebrows even shot up while his best friend laughed. “Don’t look so shocked.”

“Yeah, dude, you’re super obvious,” Pope chimed in from off to the side.

JJ glanced at him and saw amusement before focusing back on John B.

“You’re so not pissed?”

John B laughed again. “Why would I be? I know you, man. And I trust you. So if she likes you back then… I mean, I’ll still have to have a talk with you, but you have my blessing.”

JJ let himself laugh at the phrasing. He stood, confidence building. “Since I have your blessing,” he started sarcastically. “I’m gonna go find her.”

That’s exactly what he did, maneuvering through the crowd, eyes searching for you excitedly.

When JJ spotted you, jealousy descended upon him. You were near the keg, filling up your cup, talking to some guy.

As he headed for you, that feeling morphed into protectiveness when he saw you try to walk away from the guy and he grabbed your arm.

“Hey! Let go of her, man,” JJ intervened, shoving himself between you and the guy.

“Who the hell are you?” the guy slurred out, face scrunching up in annoyance.

“The guy who’s gonna kick your ass if you don’t walk away,” JJ warned, squaring his shoulders. The guy hesitated for a moment, looking him up and down. Then, he turned and walked away exactly as he’d been told. “That’s what I thought.”

“Damn, JJ,” you said, sounding almost impressed.

He turned to face you and calmed down immediately when he saw you. “You alright?”

“Yeah, dude just couldn’t handle hearing “no”,” you relayed with a shake of your head. A small smirk tugged at your lips. “I guess I should say thanks for coming to my rescue.”

“You don’t gotta thank me.” JJ shrugged, attempting to be modest. “I’m always gonna look out for you.”

He was being sincere, and the smile you wore was appreciative.

“Noted,” you said before a more teasing smile crept onto your face. “So… you coming to ask about my headband again?”

JJ laughed in spite of himself. He scratched the back of his head. “Yeah… that was kinda lame, wasn’t it?”

“Maybe.” You shrugged. “But you’re cute, so it’s okay.”

Was he blushing? JJ wasn’t sure. He flirted with you all the time, but this was new territory because of what he was about to say.

“That’s good to know, ‘cause I actually came to ask you out… so, do you have plans tomorrow?”

“Well, I guess I do now,” you replied, your smile that JJ absolutely loved growing wider. “Although, I hope you ran it by my brother first.”

[charmedreincarnation]

As most people don’t know I just want to say I’m definitely more into shifting than any other spiritual practice as that is something very much apart of my life and I’m indulged in. Not to say I don’t care or want to talk about other stuff but I know way more about shifting and stuff related to that than the void state !!!! I love dicussion about quantum jumping, the multi verse, time, 3D vs 4D, chakras, plus I have so many shifting stories hehe. Don’t get me wrong, I love void discussions, it’s a fascinating thing and other Loa inquires but I also want to talk about shifting more because that’s something I’ve actually mastered 😋😋 I’ve also been in the shifting community for way longer than the void community so I have more years of experience, and have met so many people who have educated me so much more than for example the void state!

Anyways here are my reality shifting tips that I talk about often and can also be applied to manifesting (for those who separate the two concepts) and even the void state or whatever you desire

1. You are limitless.

When I first started I had a bunch of questions about limits and what I can and can’t do, and what are the boundaries I can’t cross after learning about this phenomenon. Now I can say, you make to own rules because you quiete literally are god. If you can intend and imagine it, you can make it your perception and reality. This can be applied to anything, shifting, manifesting, even something as minuscule as playing a sport or passing a test. Society did use to tell us we can do anything if we put our mind to it and to dream big and reach for the sky, but it truly is a real concept I wish they ingrained in us a little more. Unfortunately for society, us being prepared to work 9-5s to give back to the government is more important. You don’t have to follow that path though, you found this for a reason so utilize it to live your dream life. It’s your life and your rules

2. this ties back with point one but the universe doesn’t shift you, because you are the universe

every time I browse shifting communities it’s someone saying you have to shift like this or that.. for the universe, or other false concepts like divine timing Well, the universe doesn’t care respectfully, because we are the universe. You can ask for help from the universe if that’s your belief and manifest your environment to help in your biddings but at the end of the day, it’s all you. This is why when people try to enforce cutting karmic ties, doing shadow work, learning about chakras, giving back to the universe, etc, it can be counter productive to your journey. While that can help SOME PEOPLE… it’s not what everyone needs or should even do. I’m not methodical at all and that stuff didn’t mean much to me and when I tried to force myself to care and it honestly slowed me down and was a waste of time. You know yourself and what you need. So follow your heart and intuition!

3. if I could tattoo this in everyone’s mind I would but feeling is much more important than visualizing or affirmation.

The feeling is the single-handed most important concept that everyone can utilize. A lot of people are bad visualizers and think it’s the end of the world when the feeling is what changes your visualizations into reality. I’m a maladaptive daydreamer so trust me when I took the visualization part and only did that, I got super sad when it didn’t help me shift since it’s something everyone preaches is so important. I wish it was the key to shifting because I would have done it in seconds. But our subconscious can’t tell the difference between images we see in our heads/daydreams and reality, so it’s the feeling that changes the perception and awareness successfully. Someone asked me how to successfully “feel” so I’m just going to explain it here because I think it gets to the point.

It’s hard to feel something you’re not feeling. As for shifting.. that’s the content of knowing you’ll wake up in your dr, but then again if you haven’t shifted yet how would you know what it feels like. To us, it would be pure bliss, and a state of fulfillment, the same as accomplishing a goal. But it’s hard to feel the fulfillment while trying to fulfill it if it makes sense? That’s why most people utilize other things like music, to get to the happy feeling and pretend with that by using methods like the sunny or Estelle method but to me, that stuff is distracting so I just had to practice and enhance my “smelling, hearing, and tasting”

I think it’s easier to pretend to feel and see (as in the sense of feel) but it’s harder to try to feel like you’re smelling your dr, tasting food in your dr, and hearing other people in your dr. I would try visual practices like pretending to eat an apple. For me I’m a great visualizer (again I’m a maladaptive daydreamer) but could you get yourself to taste the apple and hear yourself eating the apple. And maybe feel annoyed because to me the crunch of an apple is so annoying lol. Could you embody the state of being annoyed?

Oh, yea also practices using the first person. That’s something I also struggled with because I like watching my visualizations but that’s not my feeling. That’s seeing, and you should use all 5 senses together

In short don’t just feel the happiness you know you would have, utilize your 5 senses in your imagination when trying to shift, it will bring you closer to your home.

4. stop running away from your problems under the guise of the law of assumption.

For a long time, I ignored my reality and would pretend oh “I’m going to shift anyways so it doesn’t matter” you’re not assuming you’re going to shift if you’re hoping to do it. I would say I assume it will happen then hope and beg for the universe to shift me. you can’t gaslight yourself to not have doubts lol and you may be saying you’re going to shift but again feelings trump affirmations and you feel in your heart you won’t so that’s your reality. Now I know a lot of people on here have hard-lives, it’s why and how a lot of people found shifting. But seriously try manifesting a better current reality you’re aware of while trying to shift. Manifesting and shifting are two sides of the same coin and you can easily intertwine them to benefit you both ways. Find what works for you. You’ll have a better time assuming you’ll shift when you’re not clouded with stress from your cr and the sadness you get from it. (Not saying you can’t shift if you’re sad depressed or have doubts, You can) I’m saying it helps to not feel a weighing pressure to shift to escape, instead of shifting to escape for your eternal happiness.

5. There is nothing wrong with escapism

This is such a huge discussion in the community and such a stupid one at that. Every form of entertainment is a source of escape. Watching tv, vacations, having friends, sleeping. It’s a normal part of the human psyche, why should we be forced to only work, go to school, and sleep and have that be are only life. Shifting can be for escaping! It is, wether you do it temporarily or permanently, and THERE IS NOTHING WRONG WITH THAT. You shouldn’t be forced to stay here with everything wrong with the world, especially after you shift once you just know there’s so much better life out there for you. You are not confined to any reality, nor are you forced to stay anywhere you are not happy and anyone who tells you otherwise can shut their mouth. There is nothing wrong with change, and finding what makes you happy. The only thing wrong is staying where you’re not appreciated or happy when you have access to other sources. Please don’t let anyone gaslight you into feeling bad for prioritizing yourself and well being.

6.Lastly this ties back to the last point but find a support group whether in real or online

I know not everyone finds this to be some huge journey but I think we can all agree it’s become a huge part of your life. Find people to talk to not only about your journey but anything at all. I’ve made great shifting friends and they’re the only reason I’m coming back before I perma shift! I want to help them with their journeys before I go as well as all the amazing people on this subreddit who helped me.

Special note: All methods lead to shifting and manifesting successfully <3 behind every successful shifting method is a strong intention by the user of said method. All methods are doors to your desires, just choose which one you want to open, and don’t over complicate it! If you think your method work it will work.

that’s it. anything else could fall back into one of these categories! If one resonated with you, or all six or even 0, that’s fine! You’ll find what works for you as you go along but if this helps even one person I’ll be happy. sorry if it’s too long. I tried to keep it short and concise, cause I could probably go all day

[awritessomething]

more brock purdy 🙏🙏

𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐆𝐞𝐭 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 | brock purdy x fem!reader

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𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 | Brock lost a game. His girlfriend shows her disappointment and punishes him for it

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 | smut, pre-established relationship, use of Y/N, edging, orgasm denial, crying, sub!brock, mean!dom!reader, ruined orgasm, swearing, short

I'm using this as a freebie. I'm still mad about the Super Bowl

Another point to the opposing team within the last few moments of the game. They had lost horribly. Brock and the rest of the 49ers left the field shortly after the loud alarms and the cheers and screams of the opposing team and their fans started. Brock had his head hung low and he was searching for his girlfriend immediately.

Brock really did not want to bother with any of those post-game interviews or the pictures or really anything. When he had to go and actually deal with them, he made sure to keep his answers short and bland so that the people would stop talking to him. It worked. He was able to go home shortly afterwards.

Brocks girlfriend had already made her way home to go and wait for him since she knew that he was likely not in the mood to talk to her immediately. He would take some alone time after the game, which would be the car ride home. When he walked into the house, of course Y/N immediately went to his side and hugged him. Even though later that night she planned on being absolutely mean to him, she knew he just wanted a bit of comfort for now.

Brock dropped his head into the crook of her neck and just hugged her. Y/N ran her hands up and down his back to calm him down. He relaxed under her comforting touch and sighed deeply.

"I dont know what happened today," Brock whispered to her. Y/N frowned and then pulled away from him.

"Don't be so hard on yourself, you played great tonight."

"I still lost."

"Brock, stop it." She touched his cheek softly. He subconsciously leaned into her touch. For the next little while, they just kind of sat together and talked. Y/N brought him a snack and a drink so that he had some extra energy, but he just wanted to be with her. '

Later that night, they went to bed. Usually after a game, they would have celebratory sex if the 49ers won. If they lost, usually it would either be just soft sad sex or angry sex. For tonight, it was angry. Brock was laying on the bed, looking up at his girlfriend with glossy eyes. He could not even think anymore. They had spent the past fifteen minutes just making out. Y/N had kissed his neck and jaw to the point where there was no way he would be able to cover up the hickeys. His lips were swollen up from their kissing. He looked flawless.

Y/N had tugged off his pants and his breath hitched. His boxers went off as well, yet she was still fully clothed. Brock reached over for her so that he could unclothe her as well, but she smacked his hand away.

"Ow-"

"You don't get to see anything tonight. It's your punishment for losing." Y/N put her hand on his lower stomach, her index finger moving along his happy trail, making some of the short hairs move out of their usual spots.

Brock groaned in frustration from her denial. He kept his hands to himself though and just stuck to watching her hands on his body. That was enough for him for now. Her fingers wrapped around his cock unexpectedly. Usually she would tease him a little bit more, but apparently not tonight. His hips bucked up into her hand. Her other hand moved to push down his hips and pin them to the bed. He let out a whine groan that just showed how badly he needed her.

She stroked him slowly, too slow for him. His chest was heaving, his abs were rolling. He wanted to be able to at least just fuck up into her hand, but she was making it impossible. Eventually her pace sped up a bit and he let out a sigh of relief. She wasn't too fond of that and that was when she knew what she would spend the next few hours doing.

The second Brock was even beginning to near his orgasm, her pace doubled in speed. His eyes widened and he choked out a moan.

"Wait- Y/N- I'm gonna cum-" Brock gasped out his words between moans and grunts. She knew though. The moment she felt his cock twitch in her hands, she pulled away. "No! Fuck you-" He nearly wailed as his orgasm was ripped away. His head fell aside and he held back tears. Y/N smiled.

"You didn't win the game. Why should you get to cum?" She touched his jaw and he looked up at her with watery eyes. She almost gave in. Almost.

Her fingers wrapped around him again and continued to stroke him. As last time, she brought him right up to his orgasm, but then she pulled away. He groaned out in frustration and screwed his eyes shut.

Hours went on like that. His cock was rock hard and just leaking pre cum uncontrollably. He had stopped holding back the tears long before and had let them fall. He didn't have a choice anyways. His mind had been turned to mush.

Eventually, Y/N started to feel bad. She started feeling bad when all she had to do was touch the side of his cock which usually wasn't even super sensitive and he started sobbing. She sighed.

"You can cum this time, baby." Y/N whispered and Brocks eyes snapped open, looking up at her as if he had just won the lottery. She smiled at his reaction and then started stroking him again. Brocks head fell back and he bucked his hips up into her hand.

She stuck to her promise. She let him cum. Not properly though. As the first spurt of cum left his tip, she pulled her hand away. His hips bucked up pathetically into the air and he choked on his moan. Y/N held onto the back of his head and made him look down at his cock. She made him watch as it twitched sadly and weak strings of cum left his tip, coating his thighs and abdomen.

It took a few minutes for him to calm back down. His cock softened and then Y/N laid down beside him, arms wrapped around him. Brocks heart was beating faster than usual still.

"You're a very mean woman." Brock muttered against her hair. She shrugged.

"I know."

"I'll get you back one day. You know that, right?" Brock promised more to himself. Y/N scoffed at the confidence in his voice.

"Oh, of course, baby." She said sarcastically. Brock grumbled something under his breath and then closed his eyes, holding his girlfriend as close as humanly possible before he let himself fall asleep. Y/N was up a while longer, just thinking. Would he really stick to that?

[barbatusart]

how do you make your art so expressive and fluid-looking? do you have a technique or is it just how you've trained your hand? I try to get my figures more fluid but they always look so stiff! even practicing figure drawings...maybe because you draw so fast that helps? idk man...any advice? thank you!

thank you first off for such a compliment!!! fluidity & shape are the things i prize most in visual art to the point where ive given up gunning for "correctness" in favor of chasing the preservation of motion lol. gonna put my response and my Full Visual Art Journey to where i am now under the cut as it's an image-heavy one and a bit long winded (shocking for me to be long winded i know LOL)

so i absolutely used to have the exact same problem many years ago of my stuff being too stiff, ie my sketch would be loose and fun but my inks would be nervous & tight & not as fun to look at as the sketch

this is a super old thing from 2011 when i was still on my anatomy journey (you can tell cus the sternum and nose are, uh, interesting LOL) but you can kinda see what i mean - the sketch underneath is fun & has movement as sketches do, but these little fineliner inks are so visually Nervous. the issue for me at the time was that i was subconsciously exactly that: nervous of messing the picture up, and that fear of making a mistake telegraphed loud & clear to my inks. using fineliner tools 100% did not help me either, as microns & the like have little to no "give" to them; you put the pen to paper and you get what you get, and you have to sit there & meticulously build the line up to get any kind of lineweight.

i was ultra dissatisfied with my output so i made 2 changes a few years after this: i stopped doing pencil sketches and started just doing straight inks, and i swapped to a brushpen

these are from 2012 or so & some of the first things i did in straight brushpen inks with no pencil, and theyre a total mess but they are LOOSE AND FUN! i had 100% no idea what i was doing with the brushpen and had no control over it because i was so used to the thin lines pencil & microns gave me, so everything i made was sloppy & out of control as i was struggling to keep control of the tool, but honestly it was absolutely freeing for me. now i had the looseness of the sketch right there at the forefront. the issue was though, how could i get enough control of the brushpen to make something that wasnt so messy? even if i had freedom, if i got too wacky with it, itd just turn into a black ink mess. i was completely done with pencils at this point and didn't want to go back & risk losing this looseness & freedom, and then i realized like - what if i just do my straight ink sketch like this & then figure out a way to go back in & "carve" into it to clean it?

enter the next tool in the arsenal, the white gel pen. this was my first experiment with it & it was legitimately a complete game changer, because now i could slop on my inks as much as i wanted & go right back in with the gel pen & literally carve out the black lines to as crisp as i pleased while still preserving the motion & energy of the ink sketch. i noticed even with tons of layers of gel too there was no way to fully get rid of the ghost outline of my corrections, so at this stage i leaned into that quality even harder & changed from white paper to exclusively brown

at this point i wanted to showcase loud & clear to myself exactly what i was cleaning up, i LOVED how this looked. i even went a step further & got some really translucent red ink for a second brush pen (had to fill the cartridges with the red ink manually in the sink lol) so i could do an even sloppier red sketch underneath, half precise slop on black ink on top of it, clean it up with the gel, go back in with the black, forever and ever and ever

and like this was an absolute physical mess of material but it was beyond fun. id completely given up on anything being clean or correct, because i could always clean it & correct it & have a blast showcasing the journey of start to finish as preserved in the materials. i basically gave myself permission to like, be imperfect, treat inks like clay, & draw with complete abandon like a kid again

eventually utrecht stopped making the kind of brown paper i loved (these brown paper books were HEAVY DUTY & could take so much punishment, when i was done with a book id legit flip it over & start drawing on the backs of the pages) & then all the available material physically couldnt handle the amount of medium i was putting on my pages, like legit the paper itself was just ripping & dissolving lmao. so at this stage i got an ipad (i could never wrap my head around a tablet & not looking at my hand and the tool touching the artwork) & pivoted from trad to digital in like uhhhh 2018ish & just did the exact same techniques of slopping inks down, carving with the eraser, going back in with the inks, carving more with the eraser, and so on. and now since it was digital & i never had to worry about my paper literally melting underneath my brushes LOL i could just go forever on one thing

early attempts while learning the new medium in my fury road era

tail end of the SAD SACK roughs in like 2019ish (SAD SACK really was what got me locked in with my digital technique & how i wanted to attack it)

tail end of the SORTIE roughs from like 2021, at this stage i think my style got so fuckin crazy because i wasnt worried about my pages getting destroyed anymore so im like Violent with the ipad lmao, that & it got Really fast bcus since i wasnt bothering with correct anymore & had no medium-being-destroyed barrier i could just gunshot-speed get these down

and then most recently DE RERUM NATURA from like january of this year which i think showcases what im currently doing pretty accurately

this got long whoops lol POINT IS: i dont worry about being correct (because i can fix it later), i dont worry about being neat (because i can clean it later), and i skip the sketch stage entirely by slop-inking & eraser-carving interchangeably, which lets me fix and clean all i want while preserving the energy & action of the first marks. plus, going straight inks all the time i think trained my hand & eye to A. put down the marks i want correctly in the General Space of where i want them, and B. do it faster & faster lol

after all this my advice to you is this: swap to a new tool! try a brush, try paint, try a medium you have no control over but something that forces you to improvise and remember whats so fun in the first place about making a mess on your canvas of choice. remember that any mark you make, you can tweak, fix, carve, shove around, whatever. i think a lot of people get stuck in the rules they have set for themselves with art (i know i did!) and we tend to forget that there are no rules. try & remember that feeling of being little & just going wild on paper without any care whatsoever about being Right. go for it, because you can always tweak it - even inks arent permanent 🤓

[vixenvoider]

how was your day like? from the morning you woke up in your desired reality? of course, no personal details but like how did you go about it?

it was really just a relaxing day! it might seem a little boring but i'll explain anyway haha. the first thing to note is that i knew i was changing where i lived and i had put in my void list that i would have both the memories of my old reality and new reality, just so when i would wake up in my new room i would know where i was and how long i had been there and stuff, i don't know if you NEED to do this, i trusted my subconscious with a lot but i purposely added in this detail just in case.

anyways i woke up clearly in my new bedroom and i just knew everything about my life like i knew the layout of where i lived and where everything was if that makes sense so i just felt so at home. the first thing i did was look at myself lol and the second thing i did was take a really long good shower, after that i went and looked at photo albums to see if my face really did change like if my childhood photos really all had my new face. i actually did this for a while because it just felt so weird but in a good way, even though i only manifested to look like a better version of me it was fascinating. lastly, something i had on my void list was to know my aunt's recipes from my childhood since i never got to learn them so i spent the whole day cooking and then watched netflix before going to bed. super boring i guess lol... but i didn't want to manifest anything dramatic, i also didn't manifest any people, i didn't change my family or friends or ask for a boyfriend so that might play a role maybe.

my original plan was to almost immediately start travelling. i wanted to travel for a whole year before starting university but i have been feeling so comfortable just being a homebody that i might put it off for a while. i've also been really inspired to now help other people reach the void and i want to try, so i might focus on that for a while. before the void i really didn't understand people who made blogs after because how would they have time after starting their dream life? were they just lying about their success? but now i get it because i know how many people deserve it, especially since so many people are trying to escape bad circumstances. i want everyone who deserves it to feel this relaxed... even if they live more exciting lives than me hahaa

[lemotmo]

Love that we're all so invested in mustache theories.

Q. Have you seen the theory that the mustache is for a kind of alternate reality Eddie? What are your thoughts on that? I kind of love the idea

A. I have seen a couple of alternate reality theories and I am obsessed with the idea now. I genuinely hope that's what they're actually doing with mustache Eddie. It would certainly make their BTS focus of the 119 ladder truck make sense. They're clearly up to something there. Little shits, lol.

A kind of 'This is Your Life' kind of thing for Eddie if Shannon had never died would be kind of brilliant. He is definitely doing what Ryan told us he was doing and romanticizing their history and what might have been if they'd never split up or she'd never died. But we already know the truth is they were not right for one another. Eddie's subconscious finally showing him what his life actually would be like if they'd forced themselves to stay together is the perfect way for Eddie to finally allow himself to let her go without feeling the guilt he's been carrying all this time. The mustache is a good way to indicate that, like everything else in the alternate reality, it's still Eddie's life but just kind of skewed to the left a little bit now. So everything is slightly off center.

So Eddie and Shannon stay together. They still move to Los Angeles once Eddie's time in the army comes to an end, and Eddie still becomes a firefighter, but at station 119. Now where Eddie's subconscious chooses to place everyone else is unknown, but it's safe to assume, because it's Tim this time and not Kristen, that Buck will be a part of this alternate reality in some way. Because this will be Eddie's subconscious's way of showing him who he's actually supposed to be with, and the life he's actually supposed to have. Obviously Buck still becomes a firefighter, maybe he's also at 119, but Buck was at the 118 before he met Eddie so I'm going to say that Buck is still at the 118. The audience knows from the previous 5 plus seasons that, yes Shannon was Eddie's first love, but we also know that they were not right for each other. As a result the audience will see that Eddie is not a happy man, hence the mustache ( l really do love that they gave us the mustache, haha). We will also see how Eddie and Shannon trying to force their relationship to work has changed Christopher's life as well. Gavin is not filming yet, that we know of, so that would indicate that Eddie and Shannon most likely don't have him living with them, at least not full time. That would dismiss Eddie's continuous belief that Christopher having Shannon in his life would have been what's best for him. Buck being at a separate station also allows the two of them to keep running into each other. Eddie can't explain it but every time Buck is around he feels a sense of calm and peace. Juxtapose that with the inevitable scenes of his home life with Shannon which are not peaceful scenes. That's one mustache reality theory.

Of course the other theory is that when Shannon did come back they ended up not getting divorced and she and Eddie decided to get back together permanently, messing up the timeline Eddie was supposed to be on. And messing up everyone else's timeline as well. The sliding door theory, which is also very interesting. And could also explain Buck's ever so slightly different look so far this season (which I love keep your no sideburns hate to yourself). Both of these theories are super fun and a very imaginative way to allow Eddie to see that Shannon is not what's missing from his and Christopher's life. I can absolutely see Tim trying something like this, and I would love to see it. Both theories allow Eddie to have his feelings realization moment first, which I think is what the show wants to do. It also gives the audience a little bit of pining from him, something the audience seems to want, at least if you go by Twitter and some reddit threads, while he waits on Buck to figure his end out. I also kind of love the idea of getting to watch an Eddie that KNOWS interacting for a little bit with a Buck that doesn't yet KNOW. We shall see. But the mustache has been very fun for all of us. 😉

Thank you for dropping this in my inbox Nonny!

I love the idea of an alternate reality episode so much. Both of these options would be great to see Ali! I agree!

However, I have to admit that I would rather have the show explore Eddie's life without Shannon in it. I have the feeling that dragging Shannon into this storyline once again will not help Eddie move on.

But what if it's an alternate reality where Eddie never met Shannon? The biggest downside of this would be that Christopher was never born. Eddie ended up in LA anyway (maybe he never joined the army?) and started working for the Fire Department, maybe the 119? He is single and kinda lonely, has a moustache and is yearning for a family, but he does have flings. The catch is that these flings are with men.

He realised he was gay when he was younger and left home when his very Catholic parents didn't agree with his 'lifestyle' as they called it. As if it was a choice. He's still in contact with his abuela, tia Pepa and his sisters though. His father actually contacted him as well, he apologised and now they are trying to mend the broken bond between them. So all in all, life is okay for him, but not great.

Then he meets the 118 on a call. There's a house fire and everyone is masked. The stakes are high for a while but they all manage to help each other out. In the end, when the fire is under control, everyone takes their masks off. Bobby, Hen and Chim introduce themselves to Eddie and point to somewhere behind him. "And that's Buck! He likes to be called eight-pack." Eddie turns around, sees Buck and 'Whatta man, whatta man, whatta man, whatta mighty good man!". He's immediately interested in the man with the gorgeous smile and big blue eyes.

Then of course Eddie wakes up in the real world and we see him staring at the ceiling for a moment, before "Oh fuck." BOOM! Feelings realisation right then and there! Cue confused Eddie looking up information on the internet on comphet and reading articles about realising you're gay later in life, making an appointment with Frank while also pining after an oblivious Buck for a couple of episodes.

It doesn't take long for Hen to clock him as she pulls him aside to grill him for answers. And of course if Hen knows, Chim finds out which leads to him blabbing about it to Maddie and... Well, you catch my drift right?

LOL! I know I know, not very likely to happen on the show. It's a dream scenario and it kinda belongs in a fanfic. I fully admit it. :D But it's a fun season 8 AU theory to entertain anyway. LOL!

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