#-to sit there with nothing to do w my hands

[houseofhyde]

Omg maybe a soft moment w manchild Bucky and reader where they are in bed slow touches talking about their feelings and how buckys been after her for so long and how she felt it too and omg.

Maybe not tho bc I might literally die of love resding it

signs in the silence. a manchild drabble.

pairing. bucky barnes x fem!reader. synopsis. fighting off sleep to scrape a little more time together, you interrogate bucky and find out all the things sam told him about you. warnings. mentions of smut/prior sexual activity, bickering, unlabeled relationship, reader being a sore loser (uno is hell on earth when you're losing), fluff, a tiny bit of angst. reader inclusivity. like a single mention of bucky brushing away an invisible strand of hair. wordcount. 2.7k (okay so maybe idk how to only write a drabble, sue me!) hyde's input. bestie, i saw your ask enter my inbox this evening and immediately started writing it, i swear i was possessed into finishing this in one sitting. ik it's not exactly what you asked for but i hope you enjoy reading it! (unedited, we die like real men)

Curtains dance in the wind like billowing ballgowns, lifting and dipping in the arms of the night. Past the window pane, rain reigns the streets below, staining everything beneath the stormy sky. Despite the weather and the ungodly hour, the city is still wide awake and, alongside it, so are you.

“You’re cheating!”

“How am I cheating?” There’s something unfair about how jaw-dropping Bucky still looks like this: cross-legged on the bed, wearing nothing but boxers and tired eyes, and clutching a two-card hand of colourful cards. If he hadn’t just condemned you to pick up twelve, you would reach over and steal a kiss. “I don’t even know the rules to this stupid game.”

“If it’s so stupid, why do you keep beating me?” You’re begrudgingly picking up your dues and struggling to hold the stack of cards in one hand.

As he tries to help you pick up a card that slips off the edge, you swat metal fingers away.

“Begginers luck,” the soldier shrugs, placing down his second last card. “Uno.”

Yellow Seven. Fuck.

“I actually hate you,” you groan, collapsing back against feather pillows.

“You’re holding half the deck, doll,” the ill-will you feel towards him in this moment aside, you can’t help the way your heart gives a little leap at that silly name of endearment. If feelings make fools, you’re leading the pack. “There’s no way you don’t have a playable card.”

Fingertips — flesh, warm and tender with their touch — slide up the back of your calf, hooking under your knee before attempting to tug you closer, down the bed, to where he sits by the edge. Like a child throwing a tantrum, you kick your legs, shaking off his touch.

“I don’t wanna play with you any more,” between the yawn you’re fighting off and the pout that’s taken capture of your lips, you truly are a pitiful sight. The knowledge of this doesn’t stop you from throwing down your cards and making a run for it off the mattress.

Unfortunately, your roommate has the reflex skills of a ninja and, no sooner than your feet touch the ground, his arms grab you from behind and drag you into his lap.

“God you’re such a sore loser,” he mouths against the skin of your neck, trailing his lips over the kisses he already tattooed into your skin hours ago, when the sun was barely setting and he had you pressed against the walls of the shower.

“I am not!” Two fingers pinch at his arm. You quietly delight in the way it only makes him squeeze them tighter around you, biceps straining deliciously on either side of you.

“Are too!” His teeth clamp down on your earlobe, and you have to physically hold yourself back from grinding back into his lap, the burning outline of his semi-hard cock straining against navy fabric heavy on your mind. “Sam even warned me about it.”

Glancing at him from over your shoulder, you find his eyes already on you. It’s something you’re coming to learn about him, quietly and unaddressed, just how attentive of a man he is. “You seriously shouldn’t trust a word that man says. He’s an agent of chaos!”

“Hey, that’s Captain America you’re talking about,” this time, he’s pinching you and, when you squirm, he takes the opportunity to scoop an arm beneath your knees and lifts you both off the bed. “And, according to him, you once bit his sister during a game of Twister.”

“One time,” You hold up a single finger and Bucky leans his head forward to bite it. “And it was only after she nearly choked me!”

After guiding both your hands to grab on behind his neck, your soldier takes away the hand supporting your back and uses it to dust off the sheets. Cards go flying and float onto the ground, and not once does the neurotic voice, that lives in your mind and berates any disorganisation, tell you to care about the mess.

In what world could a mess on the floor be more important than the way Bucky slides you both back down atop the mattress, card-free sheets pooling over your skin as the soldier pulls you into him.

He closes his eyes for all of four seconds before you’re whispering across the pillows.

“What else did Sam warn you about me?”

Blue irises reappear, one by one, and you can see how exhaustion has stitched itself across his face. You feel a twinge of guilt, keeping him awake on a night like this, but you’re selfish and you want every extra second with him you can get.

“He said you were the most intelligent yet incapable person he’s ever met,” his legs bump against yours beneath the sheets as he shuffles a little closer. You meet him halfway, intertwining your limbs in a tangle that’s slowly growing familiar. “Nearly didn’t believe him… Then I saw you for the first time.”

“You two are real mean, you know that?” There is not an ounce of grit behind your voice, just pure unadulterated adoration that a more awake version of yourself would be doubled over, gagging at the sight of it. Stand up, girl! You can almost hear her — you — say. He’s literally just a man! “What was so incapable about me opening the door of my home to the needy, huh?”

The soldier takes capture of the hand you poke against his chest, leading it up the path to meet the soft press of his lips. This is another thing you’re learning, how constant he craves contact, a hand always at your back, or a shoulder bumping against your own, or a head buried in your neck, he’s a fiend for the feel of flesh.

“Who said that’s the first time I saw you?” He challenges.

“Oh.”

“It was months before that. Sam and I, we were hiding out at a black-market art gallery in Madripoor because of… well, that’s not important,” as if he feels the tension bubbling beneath your skin, he dances over the dangerous part of his life, the parts you don’t get to see, the parts that turn him into a single phone call for days on end. “You called Sam, one of those face-clock calls-”

“It’s facetime, grandpa,” you tease him with a smile, reward him with a press of your mouth down into his right shoulder.

“Whatever. Point is, there was a mirror behind him and that’s where I saw you,” vibranium cups its palm around your face and you turn into its touch, eyes fluttering shut for a moment as he soothes your cheek. “You were crying, begging for help after smashing your shower door whilst trying to kill a spider.”

“I stand-by the fact that could have happened to anyone.”

“Darling, no it couldn’t,” his laughter shakes his chest and you. It makes you want to dive deeper into his touch, feel his next laugh erupt in your own chest. “No one else would be silly enough to throw a baseball bat at a spider the size of raindrops.”

“It was jumping! And I didn’t have any spray!” You turn away from his touch, only to nestle your face in the crevices of his collarbone. Despite the chill in the air, Bucky’s a furnace against you, sheltering you from the cold. “Tell me something else Sam said.”

“Hmm,” he pauses to think, his flesh arm curling around your back and rolling you into him. He smells like Bucky but, also, you, traces of your citrus bodywash staining him hours after you lathered him in it beneath the flowing waters of the shower. Something curls in your loins, possessive and satisfied with the claim you’ve made on his skin. “That you have an insatiable sweet tooth. Backed it up with a story where he had to pry you out a bakery after failing to get some promotion at work.”

“I still can’t believe they gave it to fucking Frank,” you huff, the bitterness still present on your tongue after all these years. “They ended up firing him within a year after realising that, beneath all that manly testosterone, he was incompetent.”

“Just your type, then?” The bastard muses, effortlessly blocking the hand that’s reaching for his nipple and pressing it flat against his chest instead. You feel his heart, beating a little stronger with each pulse, there's a magnet in your palm commanding it to break free from its ribcage and fly right into your hand. “Sam said you always wanted to learn to bake, but were too lazy.”

“Too busy,” you roll your eyes, though deep down there’s a truth in Sam’s claims. “Luckily, you’re a whizz in the kitchen. And I’m not just talking about when you bend me over the counter and threaten to use the spatula to spank-”

“Why do you think I wanted to learn to bake?”

Reminiscing on your salacious adventures together quickly stops, the moment you take a second to actually think about what he’s saying, what he’s not saying. You’re both good at this game, tip-toeing around a subject you both keep bringing to light yet never fully revealing. There’s excitement in the unsaid, in the quiet touches and unmentioned actions that hint at something you’re both too stubborn to address.

Tonight will not be the night either of you give in and fold.

“Tell me something else,” oh god, there’s a yawn caught in your throat. With difficulty, you swallow it down before the soldier can point it out.

“He never warned me you were so demanding,” you whine in protest into his skin and feel the dance of his hand running up and down your back, an apology that seeps through skin and into your spine. “But he did mention you have awful taste in men.”

The hand on your back slips lower, pressing dimples into the skin at the base of your spine as you push yourself off his chest and come face to face with him. The moonlight is forgiving tonight, granting you the pretty view of his illuminated features. The fondness in his eyes, the curve of his lips, the wrinkles beginning to threaten stains upon his skin, the scars you’ve yet to ask about.

For every imperfection and every inch of adoration, he’s the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen.

Something tugs at your heart.

“The worst taste,” you murmur, bringing your lips down to meet Bucky’s in a kiss that has him exhaling with relief and gripping at your skin tighter.

“Yeah?” He mumbles, stealing the air you exhale. “Tell me, what kind of man merits your attention?”

“The kind who works out every muscle but his brain,” you drag your lips over his jaw, relishing in the scrape of his stubble.

“Hey, I read!” Finally, it’s his turn to feel the sting of offense.

“Typical man, making everything about himself,” you settle back down against his chest, ear pressing close enough to where you can hear the thunder of his heart. “This is about my dream man, Buck, not you.”

“Didn’t you call me your dream man last time I ate your-”

“Anyway, I like the kind of man who listens to both my problems and my complaints, and then does whatever he can to fix things without pressuring me.” Flashback to last week, when you complained about the strap of your bag snapping half-way home only to awaken the next morning to it all stitched perfectly back together.

“You like the considerate kind then,” he whispers, and you swear you hear a twinge of nervousness on his tongue.

“And the kind who makes me feel beautiful with just a single glance at me,” exhibit A stares down at you right now, a shine in his eyes that makes you want to swoon.

“That must be any man,” he brushes a nonexistent hair off your forehead, “I mean, look at you.”

“I also like the kind of man that chases me, even when I’m too focused on what’s ahead to glance back and notice him,” there’s a strange squeeze in your throat as you swallow down a breath, thinking back on all the hints of longing he may have dropped that you’ll never know about.

“That man would still chase you, even if you never looked back,” the way he’s speaking to you and touching you, like you’re a rose petal threatening to fall off its stem, is not helping the lump in your throat. “In case you stumbled and needed someone to break your fall.”

That does you in, sends the first tear falling off your eyelash and landing on his naked chest, while you muster a quiet, “I like the kind of man who calls.”

His hands don’t freeze, and no part of him jumps with shock. Instead, his chest deflates with resignation.

“You know about the mission,” it’s not a question.

It doesn’t need to be, he already knows the answer.

“How?” This, however, is a question he needs to ask.

You shrug into him, refusing to give in to his search for your face as you focus on hiding it in the warmth of his skin, hidden from the look on his face you’re too afraid to confront. “Something just felt… different when I woke up.”

“Like what?” It’s not an accusatory thing, just a simple search for answers from a man who’s trying his best to keep you from falling apart against him.

“Well, you woke me up with your head between my legs-”

“What’s different about that? I did the same on Tuesday, too.

“And then brought me breakfast in bed.”

“You feed me, I feed you, that’s how a-” he doesn’t quite say the R word, but you feel it, in the way he seers a kiss onto the crown of your head, “Is supposed to work.”

“Then there was the three course meal waiting for me when I came home from work,” you still remember the way your heart was stuck between soaring at the sight of him setting the table as you walked into the apartment, and sinking with realisation that your suspicions were definitely true. “If all that wasn’t enough, I could tell from your touch.”

“My touch?”

“It was like… you were trying to memorise me. Not just when we were in the shower, but each time you took my hand across the table and brushed over my shoulder before clearing our plates,” you feel him sinking his fingers over your flesh, a soft squeeze at your hip. “Even now, it’s like you’re trying to hold onto me because you know you have to let go.”

“I just…” He sighs with defeat, not helping his case when he lays another kiss against your head. “I don’t know when I’ll be back.”

“That’s okay,” you lie, for both of your sakes. “It’s not like you’ve not left to go help Sam before.”

“This isn’t before,” you both hate and adore him for the firmness he puts into the statement. “Before was different, we weren’t us.”

As much as this aches, ripping your chest apart to carve out your heart with the bitter truth of Bucky’s life as a hero catching up to whatever safe haven you two have locked yourselves away in, you’ll happily take the pain, the lump in your throat, all of it. There’s no price too high to pay to have this moment, laying in Bucky’s arms and pretending there’s no one in the city but you two, fighting off sleep for a moment more of each other’s presence and leaving fingerprint evidence of one another on your skins.

“You’ll be gone by the time I wake up,” you could get mad at him for not telling you, for the chance he almost took at leaving you another measly note on the fridge. But all you feel is the mutual ache of wanting to put off the inevitable, just a little longer. “Won’t you?”

You feel him nod, feel him squeeze his arms around you tighter, feel your heartbeats start to sync as sleep slowly guides you away from his loving gaze.

“I promise I won’t miss a single call, doll.”

[hoon4lia]

synopsis: you were doing the “Kissing My Best Friend” prank on TikTok — the viral trend where people surprise their best friends with a kiss to capture their genuine reaction. Only thing is… it wasn’t just a prank for you. You actually do like your best friend.

📝: fluff, kissing, sfw, establishing relationship (?), afab!reader x bsf!enhypen, jake uses princess…. that’s it, i think || wc: 1.4k

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Lee Heeseung:

You prop the camera on his desk beside his monitor, he doesn’t even notice until he hears you laughing. He looks to the phone noticing the camera set up. “What are you doing now” he says, looking back to his computer. “Nothing, just showing everyone how such a try hard you are at league.”

He chuckles. “Sure, get my good side.”

You sit beside him as he’s focused, headset on, fingers flying over his keyboard. Right as he yells “CRACKED!” in his mic, you turn his face toward you and kiss him

His hands freeze mid-click. Probably dead in the game now, but that didn’t matter anymore.

He slowly turns to look at you, wide-eyed, mouth open. Then he glances at the camera. Back at you.

“W-what? Wait what?” He says, face kinda red.

Then it all falls into place. And he smirks,”So that’s what this was about?” he says looking at you then to his camera.

You start laughing nervously. Heeseung removes his headset. “Let’s try that again, but without the camera, yeah?”

Park Jongseong:

Jay invited you to join him in the studio. And the whole time you were just watching him play and do his work. So you decided to do a little prank.

You prop up your camera, and hit record. Jay noticed right away, “what are you doing?” he murmured, still focused on playing his guitar. “Just making a little video of you playing,” he looked at you then the camera… he felt something was off but he just continued to play his guitar.

He starts strumming some slow chords. You nod along like you’re focused on the vibe… but then, as he’s in the middle of singing softly, you lean in and kiss him.

His finger stop playing instantly.

Speechless.

“…Did you just?” he says slowly, eyes darting between you and the camera.

You nod, lips twitching into a nervous grin.

He stares at you a beat longer, “your always up to something… but this is different.”

He grabs you chin and pecks your lips.

“So can I finally take you on a date?”

You giggle while nodding your head fast.

Sim Jake:

You came over to hangout with your best friend, Jake. But it less hangout.. you two were just scrolling on your phones side by side on his bed.

You set your up so it would stand up straight against your purse and hit record.

You look at Jake, he’s too busy laughing at his phone. “Jakey” he looks at you, head tilted “hmm?” He hums back, his hair getting in the way of his eyes. “I have to tell you a serious secret” you say, smiling “okay, tell me” he says, phone down now. “promise you won’t tell anyone!”

“I won’t, princess” you always blushed at that nickname. “okay, come closer,” and he did “closer” he laughed and came closer, his ear in your face now. just when you were “gonna” whisper in his ear, you grab his chin and turn his head to face you, and you kiss him.

It was a bit longer then you expected. but then Jake breaks it “y/n—“ his face was so red.

You just giggle nervously. “What!” you say back. “So the secret was you kissing me?” his voice softened.. “maybe..!” you replied

“Well I think I like that secret..” he said, then he covers the camera, making it fall to the ground.

“Can I?” He says before kissing you. “Mhm..” you hummed.

Park Sunghoon:

You and Sunghoon were sitting on the floor of your room, bunch of snacks spread out in front of you. You’ve got your phone set up on a stand, recording for a “trying new snacks with my best friend” TikTok. He thought it would be just a cute little video, but no…

“Next one! This is peach rings candies” He pops a candy in his mouth, and you do too.

“Mm very good!!” you say, still chewing it.

“Okay this one’s like… a 7 out of 10. Texture’s weird but the flavor’s good.”

You nod, even though you disagree.

“Okay okay, now close your eyes for the next one. I want to surprise you.” you say, smiling

Sunghoon narrows his eyes suspiciously.

“You’re not gonna give me something bad, right? Like that wasabi candy or something?”

You smile innocently. “Nooo, I swear. Just close your eyes.”

He sighs, wipes his hands on a napkin, then closes his eyes. You lean in slowly, heart racing, and instead of feeding him a snack… you kiss him.

He flinches back instantly, eyes snapping open. “You-“

He stares at you, frozen. Then his gaze slowly shifts to the camera.

Your phone still up. Still recording.

His jaw drops slightly.

“Is this a prank?”

You try to hold back your laughter.

His face is full of disbelief, but then he smirked

“So your the snack?”

You ears turn red “n-no!” you say, barely above a whisper.

“how bout’ you close your eyes this time?”

Kim Sunoo:

You slept over with Sunoo at his place, because you guys had a sleepover.

You and Sunoo were getting ready to get breakfast. You tell him you’re filming a “GRWM featuring my best friend” and prop your phone up while he washes his face, glancing at you occasionally. “Your not posting this if i don’t look good” he says, drying his face.

“Whatever” you say while laughing.

He was putting cream on his face, and right before he finished you kissed him, with no warnings whatsoever.

His hands freeze on his face. He turns to you slowly, jaw slightly dropped.

“You did not just do that…”

“Well I kinda did!” You say, giggling softly

“Was that just for the video?” he breaths out “If you want me to be your boyfriend, you can just say that”

“W-what” you say, face all red now.

He kisses you again, a little peck.

“Let me take you out for breakfast, as a date.”

The TikTok forgotten.

Yang jungwon:

The camera was unnoticeable.

You and Jungwon are sitting on the floor in your living room, books and notebooks spread out around you. He’s helping you review for a quiz you barely studied for, looking way too serious with a pencil tucked behind his ear.

“Okay,” he says, flipping to a page. “Define this term without looking.”

“That’s too hard!” you whined

“No it’s not, just try it!” He replied back

You stare at him instead.

And he stares back.

He looked too good with glasses on.

So you get it over with, looking at the camera them to him.

“Huh?” he says, confused.

And then you kiss him.

He freezes. Fully. His mind blurred. He doesn’t even blink for a solid five seconds.

“You can’t just do that–“

And you kiss him again.

He finally notices the camera on the table.

“Was this all just for a joke?”

“Maybe!”

“Then let me make this real, yeah?”

This time he kisses you.

Nishimura Riki:

Riki was always good at dancing, but when it came to TikTok dances… he just can’t get it right.

You begged him to do this dance with you, until a prank you saw on the app a couple days ago came to your mind. So you decided to do that instead.

Riki was always good at pranking you too, and whenever you tried to get back at him… he always knew somehow.

So you thought… maybe this will catch him off guard.

You guys were messing around in your room, learning choreo from a random TikTok.

You tell him you’re gonna record him to help him see how he’s doing. “Just dance naturally,” you say. “I won’t post it.”

He rolls his eyes but agrees.

“Okay, fine. But don’t make fun of me.”

He starts to dance one part of the song, trying to get it right.

“Riki, it’s like this.”

At the perfect moment, when he’s about finish the dance, you move in front of him and tippy-toe up to reach his lips.

Your lips meet his.

A fast quick peck.

He stumbles back, totally caught off guard.

“What?” the only thing that he could spit out

His hands are still half in choreo mode, arms stuck mid-air. He stares at you like you just unplugged his whole brain.

“So that’s why you were recording?” he stares at you.

You just nod, giggling to yourself.

“So friends kiss each other now? Or is that apart of the dance?”

You shake your head

Your face red, blushing so hard.

“Good. Because now I’m gonna be the one who catches you off guard.”

he grabs your hand, pulling you into him

His lips finding yours.

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[rose24207]

I think I just fell in love with you all over again

Summary: While on a casual city date, you and Gotak unknowingly take part in a wholesome social experiment by comforting a shy little girl

Go hyun-tak x reader

A/N: inspired by my tt fyp. Also; does anyone want to be in my taglist for kdramas?

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It was a warm Saturday afternoon in the city—one of those rare perfect days where everything just feels right. The sun filtered through the high rises, dappling golden light onto the pavement as you and Gotak walked hand in hand, fingers loosely interlaced, drinks in your other hands, chatting and laughing as if nothing else in the world existed.

You had no real plans—just one of those aimless dates where the goal wasn’t to do something, but to be together. He had worn that dark hoodie you liked, the one that made his eyes look even softer than usual, and you had dressed down in jeans and a cute top, wanting to match the laid-back energy of the day.

"Do you wanna check out that vintage bookstore you told me about?" he asked, nudging your side with a little smirk. "The one with the creaky floors and the judgmental cat?"

You giggled. “Only if we get ice cream after. I’m emotionally preparing myself to be judged by a cat. I’ll need sugar.”

“Deal,” he said with a chuckle, and gave your hand a gentle squeeze.

But just as you turned the corner onto a quieter street, the kind where little cafés spilled out with outdoor seating and elderly couples walked hand in hand, you both heard a tiny voice call out.

“Um... excuse me?”

You both stopped and looked around until your eyes landed on her—a little girl, no more than five or six, standing with her tiny hands balled into nervous fists at her sides. Her big brown eyes flicked between the two of you. She had on a unicorn hoodie, one sneaker untied, and a shy, nervous look like she was about to cry but didn’t want to.

“Hi, sweetie,” you said softly, kneeling a little so you didn’t tower over her. “Are you okay?”

She looked down at her shoes and mumbled, “My mommy went to the toilet and told me to wait outside. But I’m scared to wait alone. Can you wait with me?”

Your heart melted instantly.

Gotak glanced at you, and without needing to say anything, you both nodded. “Of course,” he said gently, crouching down so he was closer to her height. “We can wait with you. Don’t worry, okay?”

The little girl nodded slowly, her body visibly relaxing. You both led her to sit on a nearby bench, positioned just outside a small café with a restroom sign pointing to the back.

You sat on either side of her, giving her space, not pressing with questions. Gotak smiled down at her kindly. “What’s your name?” he asked.

She hesitated, tugging the strings of her hoodie nervously. “Lila.”

“Hi, Lila,” you said warmly. “I’m Y/n, and this is Gotak.”

She looked at Gotak, her big eyes inspecting him carefully.

“You look really pretty and handsome,” she said suddenly, like she couldn’t help it anymore.

You burst out laughing—not in a mocking way, but in that surprised, heart-squeezed kind of way. Gotak’s ears visibly turned pink, and you caught him blinking in surprise.

“W-what?” he asked, scratching the back of his neck.

Lila nodded very seriously, like she was saying something scientific. “You look like a prince. But also like you could fight a dragon.”

You covered your mouth, trying to stifle a giggle, but it was no use. Gotak gave you a wide-eyed look, his lips twitching into a sheepish smile.

“Well, thank you,” he said, chuckling nervously. “That’s... really nice of you to say.”

Lila’s shyness returned immediately after that, and she twisted in place, clearly unsure what to say next. Gotak leaned in just a little, lowering his voice conspiratorially.

“Can I tell you a secret?”

Lila perked up and nodded, eyes wide.

“I’ve never fought a dragon before,” he whispered. “But I’ve read books about them.”

She gasped dramatically, and you chuckled again, watching the interaction unfold like something out of a movie.

“You like dragons too?” she whispered.

“Love them.”

Lila looked between the two of you, visibly more comfortable now. “Do you think dragons would be nice if we gave them snacks?”

“I think even dragons can’t resist cookies,” you said solemnly.

She giggled, kicking her little feet. “Me too.”

Minutes passed like that—talking about dragons, her favorite unicorn toy (which she called ‘Sprinkles the Destroyer’), and her theory that her mother could teleport. At one point, she leaned against Gotak’s side slightly, and he froze like a statue before relaxing and carefully adjusting so she could rest there more comfortably. You’d never seen him look more unsure and touched at the same time.

It made your chest ache in the best way.

You leaned toward him, murmuring, “You’re really good with kids, you know.”

He blinked at you. “Am I? I’m just winging it.”

“You’re adorable,” you whispered, brushing your hand briefly over his arm.

His blush deepened.

Eventually, two people approached from the direction of the café. A man with a camera and a woman holding a mic. You looked up, confused, until the woman smiled brightly.

“Hi! Sorry to interrupt—you two have just been part of a social experiment. This is for our YouTube channel Kindness Quest.”

Your eyebrows shot up.

The man held up the camera. “We wanted to see how people would respond if a child asked for help. Lila’s actually our niece, and her mom is just over there,” he said, pointing toward a woman waving from the side.

Gotak straightened in surprise, and you blinked in shock.

“Oh my god,” you laughed as you leaned you head against Gotaks shoulder. “We had no idea.”

“Yeah, you guys were so sweet with her,” the woman added. “A lot of people walked by or ignored her, but you stopped immediately. And the way you interacted with her—adorable.”

Lila waved. “They talked about dragons with me!”

The man chuckled. “We’ll be posting this next week, but if you’re uncomfortable with being shown, we can blur your faces or cut the footage.”

You and Gotak exchanged a look, then shrugged.

“We’re okay with it,” you said.

The woman beamed. “Thank you both! And thank you for being such kind humans. Seriously.”

After a few more thank-yous and another shy compliment from Lila to Gotak—“You’re still the prettiest prince I’ve seen”—you and Gotak resumed your walk through the city, this time a little more dazed and grinning like fools.

Gotak stuffed his hands in his pockets, his ears still pink. “I can’t believe she said I look like a prince.”

“She’s right,” you teased. “My mysterious, dragon-fighting, unicorn-loving prince.”

He rolled his eyes but was smiling softly. “It was... kinda nice. Talking to her.”

“You were so sweet with her,” you said honestly, nudging him. “Like... ridiculously sweet. I think I just fell in love with you all over again.”

He laughed, eyes crinkling. “Just for that?”

“That, and the way you said, ‘I’ve never fought a dragon before’ like it was the most serious confession of your life.”

He nudged your shoulder, and you both laughed, turning into the vintage bookstore at last. The wooden sign creaked, and the scent of old pages hit you instantly. The cat, true to its reputation, gave Gotak a judgmental once-over and promptly walked away.

You grinned. “Told you.”

He sighed. “I should’ve brought Lila. She could’ve handled that feline tyrant.”

The rest of the date was full of soft moments—browsing books you didn’t need, sharing a cone of mint-chocolate chip, and recounting the whole interaction with Lila multiple times, each time ending in laughter or a new dragon theory.

As the sun dipped lower into the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and lavender, you leaned your head on Gotak’s shoulder while sitting on a bench near the riverwalk.

“She really liked you,” you murmured.

He looked down at you, a gentle smile on his face. “I liked her too. And... I liked seeing that side of me. With you there.”

You turned to look at him, heart so full it ached a little. “You’re gonna be such a good dad someday.”

His eyes widened slightly at that, but then they softened. He didn’t say anything, just reached for your hand again, lacing your fingers together like it was second nature.

And in that golden hour glow, the two of you sat together, hearts light, smiles soft, and the sweet voice of a little girl echoing in your minds—“You look like a prince.”

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28) - Congratulations!(I guess…)

They finally remove the blindfold from Karasu’s face once he is seated. He squints as his eyes adjust to the lighting in the room. To his left, he notices a window that takes the place of a wall and then realises that he can see the entire city. He hears giggling and turns around to see Chigiri, Nagi, Yukimiya, Otoya, and Reo standing behind him. He turns to his right and jumps slightly, shocked by the sight of you.

“Did they kidnap you too?” He questions, observing your face carefully.

“What? Kidnap? What the hell did you do to him, Otoya?” You’re beyond confused as Otoya turns away from your gaze and whistles, acting as if nothing happened.

You glare at him with murderous intent before turning back to Karasu with a warm smile.

“Remember when I said Reo asked me to hang out?” He nods. “I guess he had something planned.” Chigiri clears his throat, interrupting you.

“Get a room, you guys…” Reo says in feigned disgust.

“We’re literally here against our will, dimwit.” Karasu spits.

“Enough of that stuff…” Chigiri steps forward. “We need details.”

“Details?” You repeat.

“Who, what, when, where, why, how? Come on, spill.” Chigiri prompts.

“The ‘how’ doesn’t really fit in there. It’s meant to be the five W’s.” Reo chimes in.

"You look like grape koolaid.” Chigiri rebuttals quickly before turning back to you. “Now, come on, tell us exactly what happened between you two.”

“And if we don’t?” Karasu asked daringly.

“Otoya will post your nudes on twitter.com.”

“They’re not nudes ya fuckin-“

You look horrified, which also makes Karasu scared.

“Long story, but they’re definitely not nudes and I definitely didn’t take ‘em.” Karasu explains, leaving you confused.

“So… what exactly is this anyway?” You question Reo.

Reo places his hands on his hips proudly. “Since you two went out together and someone magically ended up dating, I took it upon myself to organise a party to celebrate your union!”

Karasu raises his eyebrow. “Yer makin’ it sound like a wedding.”

“So you don’t wanna marry her?” Reo responds.

“That’s… not what I said-“

“So you’re just doing this for fun? Huh, Karasu?” Chigiri adds.

“Why am I being targeted?”

“We just need to make sure you’re serious about this.” Reo states, crossing his arms.

Karasu’s usual smirk becomes present on his face as he rolls his eyes. “This is the most awkward situation I’ve ever been in.”

You nod in agreement.

“How about we play spin the bottle?” Otoya suggests, earning a weird look from everyone.

“Votes to kick him out?” Chigiri points to Otoya as everyone raises their hand.

Nagi, who has been half asleep this entire time, reaches into his pocket, pulls something out and throws it onto the centre table.

“Now, why the hell does Nagi of all people own a polaroid camera?” Chigiri questions.

“I take pictures of my high scores in games.” Nagi responds, earning a confused look from everyone. You all brush past it as Yukimiya picks up the camera, ushering you all into one area.

“Ooh, let me get the cake first!” Reo runs out of the room abruptly.

“WHY is there a cake?” Karasu looks extremely irritated and bewildered.

Reo comes back in with Baya trailing behind him holding a cake that reads “Congratulations! (I guess…)” written in cursive, dark icing which contrasts the white frosting and piping on the cake. Baya lights the candles and sparkler, setting it down on the centre table.

Chigiri pushes you and Karasu to sit at the table, the cake in front of you.

“Pick up the cake and smile!” Yukimiya commands from the other side of the table, ready to take a picture. You smile awkwardly at the camera while Karasu doesn’t bother - in fact, he’s scowling at Otoya who is stood behind Yukimiya and keeps blowing him kisses.

Yukimiya takes the photo and watches it print. He leaves it on the table to develop as Reo comes over with a knife. He points it at you. “Cut the cake already. Nagi’s hungry.”

“Here’s an idea - feed him actual food instead of cake.” You grimace at him, picking up the now developed photo. It’s so awkward, it makes you want to cry.

Despite the perfect lighting, your faces ruin it completely. Chigiri snatches it from you and starts laughing uncontrollably. Just as you were ready to shout at him, Karasu grabs your chin, turning your face towards him. He holds a silver spoon in front of you which holds some of the cake. He opens his mouth, encouraging you to do the same. You smile sheepishly before opening your mouth slightly, allowing him to feed you the cake. That’s when you see another flash - both you and Karasu move your eyes to look at the camera from the corners of your eyes. Karasu just looks back at you, seeing that you’re enjoying the cake and grins widely - a rare sight.

It had finally reached the evening, and all of you had finally left Reo’s “house” to go home (except Nagi, of course). You’re reliving the familiar moment once more as Karasu walks you down your street for the third time, hand in hand, basking in the cool evening breeze.

“I’m surprised Reo did all of that for us.” You speak quietly, smiling to yourself.

“Well, he does care for ya. I’m gonna have ta one-up him next time.” Karasu walks leisurely.

You chuckle, looking at him. “Trust me, just you being here is worlds better.”

The moment from your last date replays in your head : the awkward goodbyes, the kiss - everything was magical. You stop in front of your door just like before and take a moment to look up at the starts that are just starting to appear as the night blossoms.

“We wouldn’t be here right now if it wasn’t for Reo, so we have him to thank for that.” Your voice is soft with a hint of satire.

“I think we woulda met anyway.” Karasu disagrees.

“Why’s that? I probably wouldn’t have spoken to you if Reo didn’t make me.”

Karasu pauses thoughtfully, “True… but maybe we were destined to meet.” You spot something remarkable in his eyes - a glimmer. A new light that wasn’t there when you had first met him. “That was so lame…”He mumbles with a smirk.

“You’re so special, Karasu.” You blurt out as he looks at you, confused and shocked, “I can tell you undermine your own abilities and talents. You try not to seem too amazing by trivial things, but I think it’s an amazing quality to have.” His eyes widen, surprised that you were able to see past his façade. “It’s so easy to forget about the little things in life, but someone as smart and perceptive as you always appreciates stuff like that. I find that endearing.” You can’t read his expression, he looks… angry? “You can be your authentic self around me. I’ll never judge you, okay?”

Karasu coughs as you finish your sentence, covering his mouth with his arm. His arm remains there for a little too long and you are curious as to why.

“Karasu?” You lean forward, trying to look at his face. That’s when you catch a glimpse of light reflecting off of a droplet on his face. He’s crying.

Your heart breaks slightly. You pull him into a hug immediately, rubbing his back and comforting him. After a while, you lean back to see his face; his eyes and nose a light pink shade, and a few tears still by his eyes.

“I don’t know why I’m crying…” He sniffs silently.

You hush him and tell him that it’s okay.

“Thank you. Thanks for being here me… and being my girlfriend… I’m so happy to have you…” He speaks, his voice strained as you wipe his tears. You place a soft kiss on his lips, pulling him by his arm toward your house.

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I did a nice exfoliating shower today & my tits r soooo soft l wish Frankie or Joel (ᵒʳ ᵇᵒᵗʰ) were here to appreciate it :( like SO SOFT. Should be roughened up a lil w some clamps & teeth idkkkkkkk

This is Frankie. He speaks to me as I read this.

Frankie loves your 'everything' showers. Sure, it eats up into his cuddle time with you and definitely isn't friendly to his water bill. but when you step out, all cozied in your towel turban and bathrobe, and the steam billows out, increasing the humidity of the room by 300%, it gives him shivers. What usually follows is your incredibly silky soft skin brushed up against his body, and the heat radiating from your flesh. All of it tickles his brain and muscles just right.

you grin, bouncing on the bed very excitedly. "mmmm," you hum, barely able to contain yourself. you start tapping your thigh, sighing loudly.

"you shaved?" he asks with a chuckle.

"AH HUH! DO YOU WANT TO fEEL?!" immediately you shove your legs at him, grasping his paws to drag against your calves and up your thighs. "ooooooohhhh smooooooooooooth," you whisper for him.

He knows you like being silly but fuck its turning him on so much. "Baby, I--"

"AND--!" you sit up and straddle his hip by surprise, eagerly shoving him down. you don't pay mind though, and neither does he the second you spread your robe from the chest, exposing your breasts.

"I exfoliated EVERYTHING. feel 'em!"

His jaw drops as you flash your beaming smile proudly. He doesn't need told twice; his hands slip up your ribs and cup the underside of your tits. "Jesus," he mumbles, mouth agape. "They're fuckin--"

"Soooffttttttt--I know!"

He gulps, nodding. You really had no concept of what you do to him. He tenderly squeezes them, one in each hand. Your tits had always been perfect, but there's almost an impossible extra softness to them. So warm and pillow-like, they practically melt in his paws. Experimentally, he pinches your nipples lightly between his thumb and finger. You groan, faltering a bit. It has him growling deeply in his chest as he continues to fondle your breasts. those soft puppy brown eyes get lost, staring at them with a drooling lip he keeps licking.

"You in there, Morales?" you laugh, twirling his curls.

He open his mouth but says nothing. Like his own breath is caught in his throat, and the only noise that comes up is a half gurgle, half groan. His response is to move his hands over your shoulders, dropping the robe further and exposing you fully to him. He licks his lip, staring at your chest hungrily.

"F-Frankie?"

Less than five minutes later, your silly mood had disappeared entirely. replaced by the desperate, whimpering little mess, like putty in his hands, rutting against his hard cock desperately. "Fish..."

He hums around your tit. Sucking harshly, he releases with a pop. "So sweet and soft. I love 'em." He smirks before dipping his head again to catch a nipple, kissing it softly before enclosing his teeth around it like a shark catching its prey. "Do this f'me more often babygirl?"

He kneads and pokes, licks and suckles your boobs. You feel like fainting when he squishes them together, sticks his tongue out and swirls around both nipples, trying to fit both into his mouth together. All while staring up at your with hooded, lust filled eyes and an mischievous grin.

You nod quickly, trying to stay focused through hazy vision. But when he clamps down on them again with the full width of his jaw, you fall back with a moan. Even as you try to squirm free, he wraps his arms around you, pulling you right back into his greedy mouth.

You really though this was going to be a fun, relaxing, movie cuddling night.

His hard length pokes your soaking core once again. You swear to yourself to only exfoliate 'everything' when you're ready to be pinned to the bed and devoured all night.

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⋆ ˚｡𖦹. rough makeup sex w/ BENJAMIN POINDEXTER 18+ fem!reader, 1.7k words. mdni !! WARNINGS. porn with a bit of plot, dex being possessive? roughness (titty slapping and light manhandling) pinv, unprotected sex. based on this request <3

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Very rarely would you keep Dex out of the loop. 

Without fault, you would send him little texts to keep him up to date with your wellbeing while you were apart. He has a tendency to worry, so those small messages were a way of reassuring him that you were in fact okay and that nothing had happened to you. 

It may seem controlling, but it didn’t feel that way in the slightest. In your mind, it was like you were acknowledging his illness by showing him you understand, doing what was asked of you in ways he needed to help him cope. 

Though today, you failed. You were being harsh on yourself to even think that, but it’s true. You overran at work today and your phone died, the charger you keep in your bag seeming to be lost on your public commute to work.

You knew you messed up, and you were dreading coming home. It's not like you were scared or frightened, more that you couldn’t stomach looking Dex in the face having disappointed him, or rather that you couldn’t bear to see the state of the apartment following the breakdown you knew he had.

You stick your key into the hole and tentatively push the front door open, almost immediately spotting Dex sitting on the floor against the sofa — head in his hands, the box of tapes on the coffee table.

The light behind you in the corridor catches his attention and his eyes flicker up to you in the gap of the door. Like you were metaphorically and literally shining a light on Dex, being his light. 

Your heart tugs at the sight and you close the door behind yourself, getting closer to Dex as he does you. You meet in the middle, somewhere near the dining table. 

“I’m so sorry, honey,” you utter. “Really, I’m so so sorry.” 

“Where were you?” Dex asks, tone short. 

It was like he was shutting you out for the time being, unable to give you anything soft considering you just betrayed him. 

“Every two hours, you know this. What if something happened to you?” he diverts from your eyes and shakes his head. “You’re supposed to text, why didn’t you?”

You follow the movement of his eyes, desperate to keep him looking at you so his mind doesn’t stray too far.

“I know,” you nod at him. “My phone died before I got a chance to tell you. Ben, really,” you slip your hands into his and give them a squeeze. “I am so sorry.”

“Where’s the charger I gave you?” 

“I think someone stole it from my bag this morning.”

He pauses for a moment, threatening to ask the question he’s been pondering for these last few hours by himself.

“Were you with someone?” he questions, voice sounding accusatory. 

You’d admit, that stung. That stung a lot. It hurt for him to even think that, but you knew it wasn't entirely his thought. So you shake your head at him and bite back that bit of hurt so as not to escalate things.

“No,” you lift your hands with his still entwined and bring them to your lips, pressing a kiss besides his dry-crusted bloodied knuckles. “And you know that.”

That was also true. Deep down he knew that too, just at surface level he was so filled with anger and betrayal and disappointment that it clouded any aspect of sense. He was so concentrated on the intensity of his feelings that everything else came secondary. 

His eyes cast down ever so slightly to the soft, gentle act at hand, rather literally. He watches the repetitive string of kisses being seared into his hand — intently observing the kindness in the way you try to reassure him. His gaze flickers to yours and back down to your lips, the movement ever so subtle. But you caught on.

He slips his hands from yours and slides them either side of your neck, thumbs resting on the shell of your ears as he brings you into him, making you meet his lips. At first it’s gentle, delicate, like he was afraid that it wasn’t actually you standing there — that he was making it up. But when your own hands find him in a way similar to his, the doubt trickles from his mind. He can really feel you. He can feel your hands encompass his back, fingers spread wide either side of his spine.

And with that small act of touch making your presence known, it grows deeper, lips moving over the other as if time was of the essence. He tilts your head back and slips his tongue into your mouth, the kiss becoming sloppy, hungry and desperate. He walks you back clumsily, pushing you up against the wall as he begins to grab at your clothing — hastily ripping your work wear from you. 

You mirror him, urgent hands sliding downwards to curl under the hem of his tee, fidgeting fingers skimming him in turn as you yank the fabric up his back, urgent to get him out of it. He breaks the kiss briefly to help you help him out of his top, though he reconnects the moment he deems possible.

One by one, your garments fall to the floor, clothing pooling around your feet until nothing but underwear remains. He moves his hands to cup under each of your breasts and gives them both a firm squeeze through your bra, movement rough like it was a physical testament as to how he feels inside. Moving a hand from your tits, he grabs the base of your throat, thumb one side, rest of his fingers on the other as he gives it a small pulse. He watches that keen look form in your eye, the glimmer that follows the manhandling act.

He directs you away from the wall and into his bedroom — walking you backwards with his hand still firm to your throat, lips yet to leave yours. The backs of your knees hit the edge of the bed and you subsequently fall, dropping to your ass at the foot of his bed. Dex remains upright, albeit towering over you now. 

Slowly, he lowers to your level, bending at the knee as he slots himself between your spread ones. His hands follow suit and now reside on the uppers of your thighs, fingers beginning to knead and paw as if he couldn’t quite help himself. He itches his body closer, tented cock behind his pants becoming all the more noticeable as it bumps up against your cunt. 

And while the divots forming in your skin around his fingers was tempting, the view of your tits sitting in your bra was all the more enticing. He scoops his hands into your bra and brings out either breast, simply letting each hang and rest over the undergarment — the sight quite a favourite of his. 

He closes the gap and latches onto one of your tits, hungry lips moving over your nipple as he suckles and slurps and slobbers, desperate flicking tongue accompanying the motion behind his lips. Though the other breast goes without the attention of his mouth, he uses a firm hand to satiate the loneliness: squeezing and slapping, reddening the skin more and more with each passing moment. The grabs and yanks all proof of his undeniably high drive.

You gasp at the dual sensation and curl your chest forwards, pushing yourself into Dex’s face even more. You cup the back of his head, arms wrapping tight around his shoulders as your hips begin to jolt — cunt subtly grinding against his chubbed up cock. Dex groans into your breast before he pulls away, but he can’t help but look down, look at the mess he made of your tit: nipple peaked and hard, surrounding skin sheening with his saliva. 

But the ache and twitch in his dick diverts his attention from the lewd sight, and so he makes great haste unbuckling the belt of his pants — metal clicking and clanking with the fast, urgent pace.

He shoves his bottoms and boxers down in the same motion and lets the fabric encompass his knees on the floor. He then gives his dick a few pumps while you mimic a similar movement — tugging your underwear aside, hooking the edging over the mound of your pussy. Dex quickly brings the hand around his cock up to his mouth and spits in the palm, lubing up his dick. 

You scooch your hips forward and then lie back, resting on elbows behind you. Dex smears the spit over his cock and guides himself closer, head knocking up against your cunt clumsily as he finds your entrance. Lifting one of his legs out from under himself, he bends it, his weight now more evenly distributed between his knee and foot — preemptively getting ahead of the support that will drive his thrusts.

He grips your hip with his free hand and guides you in to meet the slow entry of his cock, the full length of him sinking deep inside, the low groan emitting from his chest following suit. Without much warning or time to refamiliarise yourself with him, he begins rolling into you, grasp still tight on your hip as pulls you in for each of his increasingly faster thrusts. 

Once a deep, structured pattern forms he’s moving his hands to other parts of your body, this time, one holding the centre gore of your bra between each tit, the other back around the base of your throat — holding and manipulating your body to better match the motion of his fucking.

“You can’t leave me,” Dex utters, voice hoarse between each pant. His eyes cast down to watch the bobbing of your body beneath him before they flicker up to your face, elongating the moment of eye contact before yours squeeze closed. 

While it sounded sinister, it was anything but. Instead it was coming from a place of vulnerability, like he was voicing his concerns as he knew you’d understand them. 

You wrap your hands around his wrist in front of your face, holding the thickness of his forearm sternly as if it was a way of solidifying what you were about to say, rather, blissfully murmur. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

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You wake up only to see your boyfriend sleeping with his mouth agape and sprawled out on the bed/mattress (as always)

And as you lift yourself up from his chest, you feel a bump against your butt

Yes, it's Saitama's morning wood

A mischievous smile appears on your face as you lick your lower lip

Maybe there is something in the air today or feeling your man's hard cock between your ass cheeks made you horny immediately

In any case, your playful mood rises

And in the next moment, your hands swiftly slip off Saitama's pants and underwear, making his dick spring out freely

Finding yourself starting to drool, you decide not to waste time and begin kissing and licking the tip

You glance at your man who is still sleeping like nothing is going on

You continue your ministrations, gradually taking in more and more his length

Meanwhile, Saitama is sleeping soundly, rarely twitching his fingers and moving his head

So there is a reaction after all...

But not enough

Your moves get more intense

Soon, your boyfriend unconsciously starts buckling his hips, his tip goes deeper in your throat

And you can feel it pulsing, meaning the upcoming release

Just a little bit more, and you will send Saitama over the edge

But suddenly, he sits up, screaming "AHHHH! GET AWAY FROM ME, I WON'T LICK YOUR POPSICLE!!!"

You stop, staring at your boyfriend with a surprised look

He is perplexed, both trying to come back to reality and to process what is happening

"What the hell are you doing?" he asks after watching you with the half of his dick inside your mouth for some time

His voice doesn't sound irritated, it's filled with genuine confusion

You sit up, chuckling and wiping away your saliva

"I'm waking you up, hun."

Saitama silently hisses, feeling his tip exposed to coldness, and immediately wraps his fingers around it

Even though he furrows his brows because of this, his eyes are full of desperate need to finish what you started

Smirking, you return attention to your man's dick and proceed to suck him off

This makes him ejaculate in no time

Swallowing the sperm, you innocently smile at your boyfriend

"Good morning, 'Tama! Hope you slept well."

Saying that last night was intense is an understatement

You can already feel soreness in your body as you begin to wake up

Opening your eyes, you see your boyfriend sleeping next to you

This surprises you as Genos is always the last one to fall asleep and the first one to wake up

Or maybe you got up too early?

The sun, shining through the curtains, tells you otherwise

Anyway, the S-class hero deserves the rest

You start getting up from the bed, trying to be as quiet as possible not to wake him up

And as you do that, you notice that Genos didn't take his cock off

He has never forgotten about it before

Poor thing, he must have been really worn out then

You suddenly remember his words that Dr. Kuseno made his dick more sensitive and almost the same as human organ

Almost...

You realize that your man doesn't have morning wood

It's not like it's a bad thing or something else

But it makes you wonder how does your boyfriend gets hard

Does he do it telepathically? Or there are some buttons? Or..?

You decide to conduct a small experiment: tease Genos and see if his erection will appear

Your fingers playfully caress his abdomen, getting closer to his length and running along it

The cock gradually rises

Aha, so S-class hero doesn't control it

Feeling enthusiastic, you start kissing and licking the dick

You get so engaged in this that you basically start sucking your man off and don't notice him waking up

"Y/n?" a calm voice which you love so much is heard

You come back to reality and realize what you're doing now

Embarrassed, you move away from him and don't dare to look into his eyes, feeling how they already scan you

Silence

You want to explain yourself, but don't know how

As you're about to say something, Genos speaks first

"Princess, did I not satisfy you the other night? I apologize as I thought you had more than enough due to falling asleep rather quickly after multiple lovemaking sessions. Please, let me fix my mistake."

Embarrassed, you chuckle and explain everything

After that, cyborg calmly tells you that his strap-on is connected to his nervous system, meaning that it functions like an organ

But there is a nuance: it's connected to anything related to the sexual arousal

...Well, it's what you understand from the long speech, full of different terms that you heard of for the first time in your life

After you thank S-class hero, a silence between you falls again

You can't help but still feel embarrassed

Especially when your boyfriend is still hard, despite him looking unfazed

He follows your gaze down to... his cock

"I'm sorry, Y/n. I will remove my strap-on now since it makes you uncomfortable."

Huh?

You stop Genos before he could pull it off and ask him if you can continue what you started

He is a bit surprised at your request, but lets you do your thing

After all, your wish is his command

Even though he'd prefer to pleasure you instead

Your tongue and lips do wonders to him

They feel like heaven on hid cock

And some time later, he fills your mouth with his cum

You swallow it and want to get up to start the day

But strong arms pin you against the bed

"Thank you for the blowjob, princess. Now, let me return the favor, please."

You wake up, feeling like something is practically glued to you

Of course, it's your boyfriend who is snuggling against you like a koala

And meanwhile he cutely snuffles into your ears, his morning hardness perfectly brushes between your legs

What a contrast

As much as you’d like to keep laying in bed, you can't ignore the appearing wetness in your panties

What a sleeping teaser Sonic is

Two can play the game

You carefully untangle from the strong grip and replace yourself with a pillow

Your hands move down to his cock and softly stroke him, making your man jolt

But he doesn't wake up

...Yet

It's time to bring out the big guns

Your mouth, namely

Your lips wrap around ninja's dick and start sliding down it

Sonic starts slightly moaning and sulking while tossing around

You continue doing your thing

And soon, he opens his eyes and looks at you confused

"Y/nnie? What are you doi– Ah-h..."

Poor baby can't even finish the question as he tilts his head back, moaning and rolling his eyes

Grinning you let go of him, standing up

Your boyfriend looks at you like a kid whose favourite candy was taken away from him

"Hey there, hedgehog. I was just checking your ninja skills. It could be anyone else instead of me, you know. You should be more careful."

"Wha... wha... what..?"

You chuckle and decide to tease Sonic further

"Since I woke you up, I'll go to the kitchen now to start making breakfast now. See you there!"

Your man blinks for a few times

Then he looks at his hard member and returns his gaze to your retreating silhouette

"Wait! Don't leave me alone like this! Hey! Please, mommy! I need your help! Please, Y/nniiiiieeeeee!!!"

Aw, how can you say no to such a cute face?

For some reason, the view of your boyfriend's hard dick tightening his pants always makes you feel things

Oh, and how do you love stroking it...

And today's morning is no exception

The first thing you see is a huge bulge in Garou's boxers

You instantly smirk, knowing what to do

There is no chance in hell you will skip the opportunity to tease him

You wrap your fingers around the hardness and start stroking it, watching the man's reaction

But he continues sleeping

Seriously?

Maybe getting rid of the underwear will make the cock more sensitive?

You take off Garou's boxers and proceed to masturbate his now exposed dick

And again, no result

It looks like you gotta put your mouth into use

Not that you mind it though

You start sucking your boyfriend off, regularly stealing glances at him

As you could have already guessed, the view before you doesn't change

Feeling frustrated, you begin to move your head more actively, taking the cock deep in your throat

You start enjoying this so much that you forget about your man and your desperate attempt to tease him

You concentrate on the way his tip reaches your throat and how your tongue and lips brush against the flesh

Soon, your mouth gets filled with sperm, and you swallow it

Satisfied, you lift your head up... and meet a pair of pleased golden eyes

Garou looks at you with a rather smug smirk on his face

His hands are crossed behind his head as if he is enjoying some show on TV

...

This bastard was pretending to be asleep the whole time

"Good morning, sweetheart. Well, I don't know about you, but I had a wonderful start of the day... I could get used to waking up like that, you know."

Just don't be surprised to get up feeling how long fingers stretch out your pussy the next morning

A smile spreads across your face before you even open your eyes

It's because you can feel your man's arms wrapped around you and his hot breath against your neck

S-class hero finally gets a rest that he deserves so much after an exhausting week

Zenko is on her mini school trip, so it's just you and your boyfriend

Feeling a sudden wave of affection towards Badd, you face him and caress his cheek, peppering his face with kisses and simply admiring his beauty

In return, he hums in his sleep, pressing you closer against him... and his morning wood

A thought crosses your mind

It's late morning, so why not to give Metal Bat a pleasant awakening?

Grinning, you carefully escape from his grip and remove his pants and boxers

You spit on your fingers and grind his cock

Your boyfriend moans softly, but still doesn't wake up

You leave a trail of kisses along his length and peck his tip, making Badd slightly move and grab the sheets

Proceeding to the next step, you gradually take your man's dick in your mouth and start moving your head up and down

Young hero starts openly moaning, tightly gripping the sheets and tossing and turning

Soon, his tip starts pulsing and his moans get deeper

Metal Bat unconsciously buckles his hip, shoving his cock deep down your throat

Your movements become more intense, and your boyfriend cums not long after

He loudly moans and sits up, opening his eyes, while you get filled with his sperm

And stares at you confused as you turn your head to look at him, grinning after consuming his release

His eyes widen, a pure terror appears on his face

"Zenko!.. She didn't hear us, did she?!"

You chuckle and remind him that his sister is away

Badd exhales relieved

He processes what just happened and listens to you, saying that you wanted to give him a pleasant surprise

Unexpectedly, he covers your lips with his and leaves a trail of kisses down your wet pussy

Now it's time for him to show you his gratitude

Your sex life with Amai is full of different experiments and filled with passion

Mostly, it's Mask who thinks of something new or spices things up

Don't worry, you also take part in diversifying your fun in bed

And as for now, you're pulling your boyfriend's pajama and underwear off him meanwhile he sleeps soundly

Why?

Well... why not? ;)

You know how much Beaut loves it when you give him a head

So having you sucking off his dick must be a rather great start of the day for him, right?

Especially considering that both of you have a free day ahead

You start stroking your man's cock only to get no reaction from him

And even when you start pecking his tip, he continues to sleep

Without wasting time, your lips wrap around hardness and proceed to push it into your mouth with your tongue sliding along the flesh

You decided to have it little by little

And as you're about to move your head up, a hand stops you

"Come on, darling, we both know you can take much more than that."

Amai starts moving your head up and down with his hand

His dick goes deep down your throat as tears form in your eyes

Yeah, pop idol likes to be rough with you in bed

And you like it

Slurping, you continue sucking off your man

(or should I say getting your throat fucked?)

Some time later, he starts buckling his hips, making him go even deeper than before into you and practically stuffing your mouth with his balls

It means he's close now

A few more hard thrusts, and Sweet Mask fills your throat with his cum

You swallow it and receive a head pat as you get praised for performing a fantastic blowjob

And then Amai suddenly grabs you, pinning you on bed beneath him

You subconsciously press your wet pussy against his knee, which is already between your legs, wanting for more

Your boyfriend lowers his head and leaves a trail of kisses along your neck

As you arch your back to get closer to him, you feel him moving away and standing up from bed

"Let's brush our teeth first, and after that we can... return to our business."

...

What a teasing bastard

You wake up and notice that your man still sleeping

Now that's a rare sight since he almost always wakes up first

Usually, you either let him sleep... or mess with him

For example, draw him a mustache with toothpaste, wake him up by squeezing a lemon into his mouth or braid his hair

Or.... give him a head

Yes, that's what you're doing right now

Well, trying to do

Because as soon as your hands get on the waistband of his underwear, the ninja immediately opens his eyes and stops you

"What the hell are you trying to do?"

...Oops

How to explain this?

You try to reassure him that your intentions weren't bad and get a skeptical look from Flashy Flash

"Your so-called pranks usually leave me in disgust or you in disappointment. So stop whatever you were about to start."

He listens to your yapping about noble plans for god knows how long

(around five minutes)

Finally, he signs and reluctantly lets go of your hands

S-class hero can't help but feel intrigued by your bold advance on his morning wood

Usually, he is the one performing oral because, again, he feels uncomfortable at the thought of you having something shoved in your throat

So the blond is confused at your eagerness to suck him off and decides to enjoy the show

As you take him step by step, a huge wave of pleasure spreads across his body

He lets out a soft groan, tilting his head back and closing his eyes

His hand subconsciously moves to the back of your head and supports it, gently helping you

The deeper his dick goes down your throat, the closer he gets to his release

Ah, it feels so good

As for you, it's safe to stay you're fully engrossed in the process... and feel aroused as well

And your fingers that desperately rub your wet pussy don't help much

You increase your pace and start feeling your man's tip pulsing

(and the way your cunt throbs too)

Soon enough, Flashy Flash cums in your mouth, and you swallow everything without wasting a single drop

You both stare at each other with a heat in your eyes

This is not enough

Not even saying a word to each other, you both begin to move

Your ass faces the man as he lowers his head and lovingly flicks his tongue between your folds

The show must go on

Zombieman's groans mix with your slurping and muffed moans, filling the room

Your mouth gets ravished by your boyfriend's dick as he slams his balls against your lips with a loud smack

His tip harshly reaches your throat, brushing against your tonsils

A few drops of saliva run along your neck and splatter on your bare chest, joining the other ones

The man's moves quicken, signaling his upcoming release

Just a few more thrusts, and, and!..

You open your eyes

It was just a dream

What the hell

Thanks to such vivid vision in your head that you probably won't forget about for the day, you find yourself feeling thirsty

But not for the water

You look at your sleeping man who nuzzles against you

... and whose morning wood perfectly slides along your needy pussy

Being in a daze, you slightly grind your folds against his hardness

Ah, shouldn't have done that

Because your horny mood only rose

What to do?

You don't want to wake Zombieman up

Nor you want to help yourself in the bathroom

Because what you're really craving is filling your mouth with the hero's cock

Without realizing it, you move your hands to his boxers and slip them off, freeing his dick

In the heat of the moment, you start covering it with kisses and caressing it

Soon, you take it in your mouth, moaning in pleasure

Loud enough to wake your boyfriend up

He blinks, staring at you and trying to come to his senses

Maybe it's still a dream?

But it feels too real though

S-class hero pinches himself

Turns out, this is actually happening

You're sucking his cock

And when your tongue goes over that special spot, he lets out a deep groan, tilting his head back and closing eyes

He continues enjoying your mouth worshiping his length, telling how good it feels and brushing away strands of your hair (if there are any)

And do you know what can make this even better?

A morning cigarette

He reaches over to the nightstand and places a cigarette between his lips, igniting it

Zombieman takes a big drag and slowly exhales

Perfect, just perfect

(if you're uncomfortable with the smoke and smell, then he doesn't do it)

You begin gulping down more and more of his dick, feeling how your man unconsciously buckles his hips and how his tip pulses

And soon enough, he lets go

You swallow the sperm as he puts out a cigarette

"Dear, you're going to be the death of me one day, you know."

You just give him a mischievous smirk which makes him to grin in return

In the next moment, you're pushed to your back and your legs are spread open as two fingers enter your pussy

"Now, let me please you as well."

You and King sometimes like to watch porn and hentai together

Why?

Firstly, to get aroused (not that you both have problems with that, but it helps to settle the mood)

Secondly, you do it just for fun (there even were cases where you got into plot and watched only for it)

And thirdly, to get new ideas for sex or to understand how to do some poses

And one day, you get a glimpse of a video title where a girl wakes her boyfriend up with a blowjob

King doesn't notice it, but you decide to try out this when the opportunity arrives

Meaning, the next morning

When you free your boyfriend's cock, you start smoothly stroking it

King instantly moves his head, whimpering

But still doesn't wake up

You take the next step: pepper his hardness with kisses and lick it there and there

S-class hero starts moaning

And now it's time for the main "event"

You gradually take his dick and start sucking him

Man's moans get louder as you pick up the pace

His cock starts twitching rather quickly, signaling the building release

And as King is about to cum, he opens his eyes and sees your head between his legs

He doesn't even question what is going on because his mind is focused on reaching the peak

Just a little bit more, and some more, and–

"I'm coming!"

But he doesn't

You let go of him and look at his desperate face

Blue eyes are filled with pleading to finish what was started

But you don't give in so easily

"Mm? Why are you looking at me like this, baby?"

"I need... to cum..."

"And what does this have to do with me?"

"Please... finish..."

"Huh? I don't really understand. Speak louder."

"I... I... Please, finish what you started!"

"Eh? What exactly I started?"

"Giving me a head..."

"So you want me to suck you off?"

"Y-yes!"

"And what is the magic word?"

"Please! I'm begging!"

You chuckle

"Alright, since you ask so nicely."

You lower your head and proceed giving him a head

King is already tense and about to ejaculate

So one playful bite on his tip makes him go over the edge

He pants, looking at you swallowing his cum and then smirking

"Good morning, King! I hope you don't mind that I took an idea on how to wake you up from one adult vid."

"What... what the hell just happened?"

[wrappedinpinklace]

Out of Bounds, Chapter Twelve.

(author’s note!! hii everyone, i kinda have the ending of the fic planned out in my head, and i don’t think we are much further from it, dw it’s a happy ending im not that mean </3, xoxo angel!!)

Your dorm was quiet.

Your roommate had gone off with her boyfriend for the night, again. “Don’t wait up!” she’d said, followed by a wink that made you roll your eyes—and you were left alone with nothing but a Transfiguration textbook, a flickering candle, and your own traitorous thoughts.

You were doing great. Amazing, actually. Your grades were top of the year, Professor Nygma had even praised your last essay, and the whispers that once followed you like a second shadow had finally died down. You had healed.

…Or at least, that’s what you told yourself.

But still—still—you thought of him.

Jason Todd.

You hated how easily his name still formed in your mind. You hated how your body remembered him even when you were trying so hard to forget. The way his hands felt on your skin, the way his breath tickled your neck when he murmured things he’d never say in the daylight. The way his voice rasped when he said your name like it was the only word that mattered.

You hated how much you missed him.

And Merlin help you, you hated how much you wanted him.

It started with a thought. Just a thought. A flash of him shirtless at practice, sweat glistening on his chest. His hair tousled, his smirk dangerous.

Your hand slipped under the waistband of your shorts before you could even talk yourself out of it.

This is stupid, you thought. Don’t do this. You’re fine. You don’t need him. You don’t—

But then your fingers moved and your back arched, and for one wild moment you imagined it was his hand instead of yours. His voice whispering dirty praise into your ear. His body over yours.

And all thoughts of guilt drowned beneath the sound of your own ragged breath.

⸻

Meanwhile, Jason?

Jason hadn’t slept properly in days.

He was tired, pissed off, and obsessed—utterly, pathetically obsessed—with you. Everything reminded him of you. Your perfume in the hallway. Your handwriting in the margins of a shared textbook. The stupid way your laugh echoed in his mind like a curse.

He needed to see you.

He needed to try.

It wasn’t like you gave him the chance. You avoided him like he was cursed. Wouldn’t look at him in class, wouldn’t speak to him in passing, wouldn’t even so much as glance his way unless Dick or Steph was around to intercept.

But tonight? Tonight the castle was quiet. Your roommate was gone—he saw her himself—and Jason had always been good at breaking rules.

He slipped through the dark like it was second nature, silent, a shadow. He murmured the password Steph always used (he knew it, of course he did), climbed the staircase with practiced ease, and stopped in front of your dorm door.

His heart beat louder than it had in weeks. He knocked once—soft, hesitant. No answer. He turned the knob. Unlocked. Jason stepped inside.

And what he saw—

What he saw made the world stop spinning.

You. In bed. Skin flushed, eyes closed, legs spread, hand between your thighs, head tilted back, mouth parted in a breathy moan of his name you didn’t even realize you said.

“…Jason.”

He froze.

His brain said leave. Turn around. Pretend you never saw this.

But his body—his traitorous, desperate, aching body—stayed rooted in place, watching you fall apart under your own touch like a prayer whispered in the dark.

You gasped, sitting up, eyes flying open. And when you saw him—really saw him—you nearly screamed.

“W-What—Jason?! What the hell are you doing here?!”

He should have left. He really should’ve.

But instead, he stepped forward, closing the door behind him with a soft click, locking it this time. And even though you were still flushed and panting, your eyes narrowed dangerously.

“Get out.”

Jason didn’t move.

“You said my name,” he said, voice low, somewhere between awe and agony. “I didn’t mean to walk in on you but—you said my name.”

“Old habit,” you snapped, pulling your blanket up, heart thundering. “Don’t let it go to your overinflated head.”

But you couldn’t ignore how dark his eyes had gone. How his chest rose and fell as he tried to keep himself together. How the room suddenly felt much too small for the two of you.

He took a step closer.

And you didn’t stop him.

Not yet.

You didn’t remember climbing into his lap.

You didn’t remember pulling his shirt over his head or kissing your way down his chest, but there you were—thighs wrapped around his waist, back against the pillows, skin pressed against skin like you’d die if there was even an inch between you.

“Still mad at me?” he breathed, forehead pressed to yours, hips rolling slow against yours. Torturously slow.

“Yes,” you gasped. “Furious.”

“Good,” he said, voice a low growl as he thrust forward—deep, hard, and deliberate. “You always fuck me better when you’re angry.”

You moaned—loud, uninhibited—as your fingers clawed at his back, grounding yourself in the only thing that made sense anymore: him.

Jason didn’t stop.

Couldn’t.

Your name left his lips like a prayer, over and over again, half-muttered between kisses, between curses, between moans that escaped despite himself. You were everywhere—wrapped around him, clinging to him, seared into his skin like a spell he couldn’t shake.

You dragged your lips along his jaw, biting lightly at the corner of his mouth, “This doesn’t change anything.”

“Wasn’t trying to,” he rasped, hand sliding beneath your thigh, lifting you to meet each thrust, “Just need to feel you again. That’s all I’ve wanted.”

You were soaking—slick, warm, tight—and every movement drew a new sound from the both of you. The room was thick with it, the slap of skin, the creak of the bed, the stifled moans you tried and failed to bite back.

“Jason,” you gasped as he hit a spot inside you that made your vision blur.

His grip on your hips tightened.

“I know, baby. I know.” He leaned in and kissed your temple, something softer layered beneath the hunger. “I’ve got you.”

You came hard, fingers digging into his back, mouth falling open as you cried out his name like it was the only word you knew. He didn’t stop, not until he was right behind you, shuddering through his own climax with a broken groan against your neck.

And for a second—just a second—the world was quiet.

No heartbreak. No rumors. No betrayal.

Just two people in a messy bed, hearts still racing, bodies tangled together, unwilling to let go.

⸻

Jason stayed longer than he should have.

His breathing had finally evened out, and for a moment, he looked like he might say something—something real. But instead, he just sat there at the edge of your bed, head bowed, fingers twitching slightly like he was debating reaching for you again. You didn’t speak, and neither did he. It was quieter that way, safer.

Eventually, he stood.

You didn’t look at him, but you could feel his eyes on you, watching, hesitating. Like he was waiting for you to ask him to stay—or to scream at him to go. You did neither.

“G’night,” he murmured, voice hoarse and low as he pulled on his shirt.

You just nodded, your face unreadable, your body still bare beneath the sheets. And when he stepped out, closing the door behind him with a soft click, you stared at it for a long moment.

The second it latched shut, the silence hit.

You sank back into your pillows, limbs heavy and sated, every nerve still humming. Your body was still warm from him—your thighs sticky, your lips swollen, your skin littered with the ghost of his touch. He lingered in the air like cologne and trouble.

And god, it had been good. So good.

You hated how good it had been.

Your fingers grazed over your neck, over the little bruise blooming there from where he’d sucked too hard, and you couldn’t help the soft breath that left your lips—half frustration, half satisfaction. You hated him. You hated him for lying. For breaking you. For making you miss him. But mostly, you hated that your body still ached for him, even now.

There was no way this was a one-time thing.

You weren’t delusional enough to believe that. Not with the way you moved together like a match to a flame. There was something brewing now—something inevitable. Dangerous.

A situationship. That was the word for it, wasn’t it?

Not love. Not yet.

But not hate either. Not anymore.

And that? That was the most dangerous part of all.

⸻

You were doing so well at hiding it.

You’d avoided the common rooms, skipped breakfast in the Great Hall, even wore a scarf indoors like an idiot to cover your neck. But of course, Stephanie Brown was many things—and oblivious was not one of them.

It started with the scarf. “Okay, what is this? Fashion from the Ministry of Silly Walks?” she teased, tugging on the edge of the fabric.

You tried to deflect. “I was cold.”

“In ninety degree weather?” she deadpanned. And then she yanked the scarf down.

There was a pause.

Then, “Oh my god.”

Your heart dropped. “Stephanie, I swear—”

“You swore you were done with him.”

You opened your mouth to defend yourself, but no words came out. What could you even say? It wasn’t supposed to happen? I was horny and lonely and he has really nice hands?

Stephanie’s eyes widened even more as it fully sank in. “Wait—was this last night? Oh my god. You had sex with Jason Todd. Again?!”

You dragged a hand down your face and sank onto the edge of your bed. “Please lower your voice.”

Stephanie slammed your door shut and leaned against it dramatically. “Girl. Why?”

You sighed. “I don’t know. It just… happened.”

She crossed her arms. “People don’t just accidentally fall onto Jason Todd’s—”

“Stephanie.”

“I’m just saying!” She threw her hands up. “I mean, part of me is mad at you because hello, heartbreak and betrayal, but also… I’m impressed. Proud, even. He’s hot. I get it. I do.”

You gave her a look, but your cheeks warmed anyway.

Stephanie softened a bit, dropping onto the bed beside you. “Okay, okay, real talk. Do you… still want him?”

You didn’t answer right away. You stared at the floor, fingers twisting in the hem of your jumper. “I don’t know. I mean—yes. But also no. I don’t trust him. I shouldn’t even like him. But my brain and my body are apparently no longer on speaking terms.”

Stephanie nodded slowly, tapping her fingers against her leg. “That’s fair. But… just promise me you’re not going to let this turn into a thing unless he earns it. Like, actually proves he’s not an emotionally constipated disaster.”

“I’m not planning anything,” you muttered. “It was just one night.”

Stephanie raised a brow.

You winced. “…Okay maybe not just one night.”

“Y/N.”

“I know! I know. I’m doomed.”

Stephanie sighed, bumping her shoulder into yours. “Maybe. But at least you’re doomed with good taste.”

You both laughed softly. The kind of laugh that came with too much history and not enough wisdom. But there was comfort in that.

And maybe, for now, that was enough.

⸻

You hadn’t even been in the library for five minutes before the peace was disturbed.

Of course it was him.

Nathan.

You were halfway through annotating a Defense essay, quill tucked behind your ear, head down, when his voice slid into your space like an oil spill.

“Well, well,” he drawled, casually leaning on the edge of your table, “I didn’t expect to find you here alone. No bodyguard boyfriend shadowing your every move today?”

You didn’t even look up. “I’m trying to study.”

“And I’m trying to have a conversation. I’d say we’re both failing.” He smirked, eyes trailing lazily over your parchment. “Didn’t expect you to bounce back so quickly. Maybe heartbreak’s just a phase for you.”

You clenched your jaw, fingers tightening around your quill. “Walk away, Nathan.”

He grinned. “You know, since you’re available again, I might—”

“Try finishing that sentence,” came a familiar voice from behind him, “and I’ll make sure you don’t have enough teeth left to say another one.

Nathan turned slowly. “Ah. Speak of the devil.”

Jason stood with his arms crossed, still damp from Quidditch practice, hair sticking to his forehead, eyes hard as stone. You hated how good he looked angry.

Jason stepped forward, crowding Nathan slightly. “Don’t you have some Ravenclaw strategy meeting to be at? Or is losing all the time finally catching up to you?”

Nathan scoffed, standing his ground. “We’ll see who’s losing after the match next week.”

Jason smirked darkly. “Right. Slytherin vs. Ravenclaw. Maybe you’ll win this time.” His tone was all sarcasm, sharp and lethal.

Nathan straightened his collar and gave you one last look before sauntering off. “I’ll see you around, Y/N.”

Jason watched him go with murder in his eyes before turning to you. “You okay?”

You sighed and closed your book. “Yes. I was fine. I am fine. I don’t need saving.”

Jason tilted his head. “Didn’t look like you were enjoying the conversation.”

“I wasn’t. But I could’ve handled it.”

“I know.” He said it gently. “But I still wasn’t gonna let him talk to you like that.”

You looked at him, trying not to soften. Trying not to be grateful.

But you were.

You turned back to your parchment, pretending not to notice the way your heart was still hammering.

You watched Nathan disappear between the tall shelves, and only then did you finally exhale.

Jason lingered nearby, hands shoved deep into the pockets of his uniform trousers, but you didn’t look at him. Not right away. You were still trying to catch your breath, still trying to ignore the stupid way your heart raced at the sight of him.

“Look,” you said after a moment, keeping your eyes on the parchment in front of you even though the words swam uselessly now, “you don’t have to do that.”

Jason tilted his head. “Do what?”

“Defend me. Show up. Intervene. We’re not…” You paused, tongue heavy with words you didn’t want to say. “I’m not your girlfriend anymore. So it’s none of your concern.”

There was a beat of silence before he finally said, “Right.”

You glanced up—and regretted it instantly.

He looked… disappointed. But not surprised.

You sighed. “But… thank you. For what you said. Even if you didn’t need to say it.”

That pulled the corner of his mouth into the beginnings of a smirk. “Yeah, well. He’s a prat.”

You huffed a soft laugh, eyes flicking back to your work, trying to pretend the tension wasn’t still thick between you.

Jason lingered a second longer, shifting his weight. Then, as if trying to change the subject—or maybe just change the moment—he cleared his throat.

“So… hypothetically, if someone was completely failing Arithmancy,” he started, scratching the back of his neck, “and maybe hypothetically had no idea how to interpret magical probability equations no matter how many times it was explained to him…”

You raised a brow. “Is this hypothetical person you?”

He gave a sheepish shrug. “Might be.”

“Didn’t you used to have a tutor?”

He gave you a look. “I did. She was brilliant, actually. Charming. Cute, too. Shame she quit.”

You stared at him flatly. “Jason.”

He grinned. “What? I’m just saying. I’ve been thinking maybe I need her back. You know, for academic purposes.”

You rolled your eyes, but you were smiling despite yourself. “This is your idea of asking for help?”

“No,” he said, a little too quickly, “this is my idea of trying to spend time with you without pushing my luck.”

His voice had dipped lower now, the cocky edge softening just enough to leave you unsteady again. You hated that he still knew how to do that—how to knock the air out of you with a simple sentence.

You didn’t say yes. But you didn’t say no either.

And Jason… well, he took your silence as a maybe.

And maybe was enough.

[purangelblood]

A DREAMY MEETING. . . PARANOID!MATT.

The sun brushed his skin like a warm whisper, coaxing a soft sigh from his lips. His head tipped back against the rough bark, eyes half-lidded, caught between waking and dreaming.

Due to the lake behind his house becoming a summer haunt, he hadn't been able to do this. Just sit, just breathe—without the echo of someone else's joy through it. But today, he was utterly alone.

Just him. The water, the sun, the silence. He hummed under his breath, eyes tracking the sun's shimmer on the lake. It was perfect, and he, brilliantly, had forgotten his camera.

At the lake's edge, a figure now stood. He hadn't seen it arrive. Its limbs were too long, Its outline too sharp, against the dreamy blur of trees and water. Wings—if that's what they were—didn't move as much flicker, like broken flim. He tried to look away. He couldn't.

You hurt.

Even the sun couldn't shine like that. His breath caught, broken, as his eyes fell away from you, snagging instead on the impossible flock of swans now gliding across the lake.

"What the.." He blinks. Not even a full second—just enough time for his breath to hitch. And then you were there. Close. Hovering above him.

"You always look for the light." He can't move. can't speak. The scream in his throat stayed there, useless. "It's too bad." You purred, closer now. "The sun can't save you anymore."

His eyes widen impossibly, almost popping out of their sockets. He can finally move. He clutches his chest, taking in a very much needed deep breath. There's no way this is real.

He's dreaming. He has to be. There have never been swans in this lake. "And if you weren't?" You head tilts slow, unnatural. "What would you do then?"

He squeezes his eyes shut. Focuses. It's a dream, right? Things should bend to his will. He pictures his camera—black, familiar, heavy in his hand.

But nothing happens.

No cold metal in his palm. Just the silence stretching tighter.

A chuckle, low and wrong, curls from the air above him. "Do you really think I'd let you get a photo of me, Matt?"

His name shouldn't sound like that. Shouldn't feel like someone dragging their fingernails down his spine. "Why do you think you forgot your camera?"

You crouch down in front of him, slow and deliberate. The smile you wear isn't kind—it's all teeth and knowledge, like you've already seen how it ends. Your hand presses against his chest, fingers splayed to feel his fear.

His heart stutters. Then races.

"I'm real."

"H-how do you know my— w... what are you?"

"You'll see." You murmur, eyes bright with something dark.

He gasped—lungs snapping awake before the rest of him. The world around him regrouping in a rush: bark at his back, grass under his palms, the lake still and unbothered. No wings. No voice. Just his heartbeat thundering in his ears.

"What the fuck."

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[amyluvshamzah]

WRONG

summary: an intruder breaks into your house and grabs you in all the wrong ways

contains: smut, masked!hamzah, stalker!hamzah, intruder ??? idk guys help theres something wrong w me

youre sitting in your bedroom, home alone. its late at night when you hear a tapping sound on your window.

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you sit up, phone dropping onto your bed.

"hello?" you ask quietly. you dont want to seem crazy talking to yourself. or to nothing.

a loud bang against the glass has you jumping out of your skin.

you cant see out of the window as theres a curtain over it. but you know someones there.

you turn your lamp off, pulling the covers over your head as you tremble from pure fear.

you try to deny whatever you heard. you dont want it to be true.

its quiet for a little bit, until your power goes out. you gasp, flying out of your bed.

you grip your phone in your hand, turning on your flashlight. you whimper in the dark. your flashlight lights up your feet as you walk into the living room, finding the breaker box.

your fingers shake as you try to flip the switches. nothing happens.

suddenly, your front door knob rattles. you run to it, ensuring its locked.

it opens right as you reach it.

a man barges in, covered head to toe in black. you cry out, running for your room. you drop your phone as you dash for safety.

you slam the door as his body collides with it. he tries to push it open but you locked it.

he grunts, the sound muffled behind the door. you feel a tear slip down your cheek in fear.

you mentally curse at yourself for dropping your phone.

"let me in..." he sing-songs, tapping against the door. you sob, dropping down onto the floor. you hear him laugh at your misery.

he sings your name and you physically feel your stomach drop.

"h- how do you know my name?" you ask. you back away from the door as your back hits the bedframe.

he chuckles low and deep. you feel your stomach flip.

"because i own you, princess." the knob turns unexpectedly. you crawl under the bed but he stops you, grabbing your ankle.

he pulls you out from under the bed.

"you cant hide from me." he tuts, picking you up with ease to throw you on the bed.

you land hard on your back, looking up at the clown-masked man in the dim moonlight.

"now that i got you on the bed, you dont wanna run?" he teases you as you watch his every move.

he tugs his shirt off, tossing it across the room. his mask stays on his face. youre not worried about his face.

your eyes take in his bare chest, every dip and curve. the line of hair going down from his belly button to beneath the waistband of his pants.

"you like what you see? hm?" he climbs onto the bed, sitting on his knees as he unbuttons his pants.

you notice the large bulge, begging to be freed. it has your head spinning as you dissect your feelings.

youre actually turned on by this.

youre in possible- no- definite danger. and you like it?

you bite your lip, speechless as he crawls to your feet. he pulls you by your calf. you slide down to him.

his breathing is heavy behind the mask and you reach for it without thinking.

"ah ah ah, not yet, princess." he grabs your wrist, pulling the belt out of his pants as he ties it around your hands.

you still have a growing need in your abdomen.

"you like this?" he asks simply, head cocked as he studies you. your hardened nipples beneath your thin tank top. the way your legs are spread open for him. your lips parted as you watch him. no sign of a struggle from you.

"i- you wont hurt me... right?" you bite the inside of your cheek nervously. he chuckles, "not in the way youre thinking." his voice is deep and yet playful.

your feet wrap behind his back. his hands land on the soft skin of your thighs, fingers massaging your muscles.

you close your eyes, letting a soft moan escape.

he exhales sharply. his fingers pause.

"whyd you stop?" you pout, opening your eyes to look at him. he adjusts his mask, sighing as he looks back down at you. you can just barely see his eyes in the dark room.

theyre dark and locked on you.

it turns you on even more.

"have you been stalking me?" you blurt.

you can hear the laugh in his throat as he answers, "maybe... maybe not." he turns his head to the side and you notice a small tattoo.

your name written in cursive.

your eyes widen at the realization.

"wow." you whisper. youve never had someone so obsessed with you. not even a fraction of this.

it feels good.

"i cant stop thinking about you. i watch you all the time." he admits, looking back at you. he tugs off the black beanie hed had on his head.

his dark curls fall out, unruly and yet still soft-looking. you wanna touch them.

"what are you gonna do to me?" you whisper, voice barely audible.

he leans into you, lips a hair away from your ear as he whispers. "nothing that you dont want deep down." you hear the cocky smirk as he speaks.

his warm breath sends chills down your spine.

he lifts the mask up partially, letting his lips capture your neck. he sucks one spot, leaving his mark.

his hand rests along the spot between your hip and thigh, rubbing it softly.

you cant help but love this.

this whole thing.

its so bad but you cant deny the need coursing through your veins.

"i shouldnt like this." you say, more to yourself than him. he still breathes a laugh against your neck.

"but you do...?"

you nod.

you bring your tied arms around the back of his head, pulling him into you.

"eager little one." he laughs. he sucks another hickey onto your neck. a groan forms deep in your chest at the pleasure from his lips against the soft skin.

"more." you breathe. he pulls away, fixing his mask before you can see anything. he presses his hips into yours, the wetness from your core seeps through the fabric.

"already? i didnt even do anything yet, baby." he teases you.

you blush and roll your head to the side to hide your face. his fingers grip your chin to pull your face back up.

"eyes on me."

he pulls his pants down just enough so that he can free his throbbing cock. you watch as he strokes it slowly to the view of you drenched and needy beneath him.

he stops, reaching for the hem of your top, pulling it over your head. it doesnt go far as your hands are tied together.

he tugs off your short shorts, flinging them across the dark room.

"look at you." he breathes deeply, eyes taking in this vulnerable view of you spread wide open for a random guy who barged into your house.

"so pretty."

his fingers toy with your clit, tantalizing you. your hips buck into his. his free hand grabs your side, stopping your movements.

you whine as his fingers become too much against your sensitive spot. you arch your back.

he pulls away, rubbing his cock with the wetness from your folds. he brings the tip to your entrance, pressing it inside.

he slips inside of you in one quick movement. you can tell its gonna be a long night just from the size of his cock.

"oh- god!" you cry out. he groans deeply in your ear as he hovers above your body.

"im not a god, baby." he coos at your pleading words, thrusting his hips into yours.

you writhe beneath him, hard nipples brushing against the warm skin of his chest.

"good girl, baby. youre doing so good." his words are strained but have all the same effect on you.

your walls tighten on his cock as he moves slower inside of you. he hums in pleasure.

you bring your arms back around him, his mask falling off of his face as hes too busy to fix it.

you dont care. it feels too good to care.

"dont stop..." you whisper, feeling your release. his mask falls next to you on the mattress. he doesnt bother with it as he dives into your neck again.

each thrust is deep and slow as your orgasm eases into your body. your hips find his rhythm as you cum.

"i- m'cumming. fuck!"

your head falls back, his lips working over to the other side of your neck. he doesnt stop or slow down or even speed up, just keeps his same pace as you fall apart.

"good girl." he murmurs.

he sits up, his face now fully visible to you.

and- god- is he hot.

his big nose compliments his face so well with his big eyes and straight teeth. his lips are full, pink, and slightly bruised from his work on your neck.

his jaw tenses as hes focused on fucking you.

you recognize him from somewhere.

years ago.

fifth grade when you guys went to the same elementary school. hed had a crush on you but he was a quiet kid, little to no friends. so when you found out he had a crush on you- you ridiculed him for it.

guilt rushes through your bones as you remember how rude you were. thinking you were so cool.

now, hes fucking you after hes broken into your house.

and of course you like it.

"hamzah?" you say it quietly. you regretted it as soon as it left your lips.

he pauses, eyes searching for his mask as he hisses.

"shit."

"no- no its okay." your hands press lightly against his chest, stopping him. he looks deep into your eyes.

"its okay." you repeat, nodding. his lips fold in on themselves as he contemplates what to do.

"you dont have to stop." you whisper in the silent room.

his eyes darken. "i wasnt planning to."

he grabs your hips, thrusts gaining speed as he watches your countenance.

his eyes flick to where hes fucking you, your wetness dripping down your ass cheek.

the new pace has another orgasm coming quickly. you moan loud, his grip tight on your hips.

"im gonna-" you cant even finish your sentence. hes rough with you, voice gravelly. "cum, princess."

those two words have your walls clenching around his length. your back arches as you go silent.

he follows right after you, hips sputtering as he finishes.

your name falls from his lips in a lovely whisper. you both go limp as he lays next to you. he frees your wrists, letting you stretch next to him.

"sorry." he laughs, breathless. you smile at him, running a hand through his hair as you pull him to your chest.

"dont be."

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i love this

can you tell?

anyways!!!! request things plsssssssss pls pls pls

also is that pic actually hamzah cause it doesnt even look like him idk i cant tell

GOODNIGHT

i looooove you babies - amyluvshamzah

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[inevitably-johnlocked]

Hey my lovely - can I ask you to give a shout out for a new fic by a new author. It’s called Mortals by Fatal Rose and it’s a fabulous post Reichenbach fic with John the trauma surgeon in real BAMF mode. Updates regularly. Would love to see it gain more love.

Hi Nonny!!!

I'd be honoured to do so!!! Everyone go give this fic some love, and let them know I we sent ya!! :D

Mortals by Fatal_Rose (E, 12,839+ w., 4/? Ch. || WiP || Post-TRF, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst with Happy Ending, Doctor John, BAMF John, First Kiss, Action/Adventure, Sherlock Whump) – John Watson is an ex-army trauma surgeon turned A&E doctor. He knows how to stop a bleed, how to restart a heart, how to bring someone back from the edge. He works long hours in fluorescent-lit corridors where everything is urgent and nothing is quiet. It keeps his hands busy. It keeps him moving. But there’s no emergency procedure for what comes after Sherlock Holmes. No protocol for the kind of silence that follows. Grief doesn’t respond to pressure, or sutures, or CPR. It just sits with him. In the walls of the flat, in the clouded edges of memory, in the things he didn’t say when it might have mattered. He saves lives by night and loses sleep by day, drifting through London’s streets with too much whiskey in his system and too many ghosts at his back. Sherlock is dead. John knows that. Some nights, it doesn’t feel like enough of an explanation. Fic lightly inspired by the song Mortals by Tommy Lefroy

[jakeabel]

girl i think i really do have adhd

[byanyan]

no one:

literally not a single person:

me: is byan really just adhd... or are they perhaps actually audhd......

[peppered-ronis]

today's "it's so over" "we're so back" cycle has been "i have wasted the past, like, 10 years of my life" vs "well what the fuck was i meant to be doing anyway"

[lanternlightss]

thinking vlvlv polycule thoughts again. nameless bard getting used to being gently picked up a lot because both his partners are rather strong

[crossbackpoke-check]

Looks like that video is about a month & a half after The Trade and trevors broken ankle 😣

re: this video… anon 😭 i had suspicions but it is so much worse to have them confirmed that really was like. trevor’s first Public Appearance without jamie AND post-broken ankle which is traumatic in and of itself no wonder every beat reporter was like ‘oh yeah trevor’s just devastated’

wouldn’t you be miserable too if your best friend just got traded and your body betrayed you and what if it was maybe all your fault!!!