#HIIII hands u my fucked up little guy <3

[quillheel]

@tenebriism // kris & ralsei!

it wasn't as hard to tell as you'd think. ━━ spend long enough around anybody, and you pick up cues, you know? learn them, learn through them, little notes like text between lines on a page, already annotated, the hardest part was always just the handwriting. a cipher. he loved ciphers ; ralsei had spent swathes of their life in a library of a meaningless kingdom that no longer existed ( subjects which were memory he had, but could not recall, shadows dancing in the candlelight and in corners of visions ), if any at all could know what to look for, it'd be him! how silly to think they could truly, truly hide it so easily. ━ maybe from susie, but not from him.

of course, in response to the concept of distance ( as though allergic ), he takes a step forwards, towards them. nails clack on the flooring, hands clasped to their chest as brows knit together, blue-red-black eyes studying Kris as though trying to find weaknesses in the sickness through the body itself, as though it was the betrayer ( for it was ), as though he held that kind of power ( at least, for any longer than a few hours... )

" No, I really don't think that'd be a good idea-! " there's timidness in his posture, in his voice, but his integrity is greater. ━ or perhaps just his stubbornness. " I mean, I don't think you could get me sick anyway! You don't have to worry about that, but maybe I can help, if you'll let me? I know my magic doesn't follow you into the light-world, but that still so looks uncomfortable- even painful! so i'd- I'd very much still like to try━! "

( swallow your pride like swallowing your fear, like the part of you that knows. ) " ... Please, Kris...? "

[sugrhigh]

BOY NEXT DOOR 5 - ( c.s )

part four

summary- you and your roommates live beside a bunch of senior hockey players, one of them being the infamous team captain chris sturniolo. he’s effortlessly flirty and undeniably attractive, but he’s also a pain in your ass. you find that you have to fight between lust and hatred as you finally get to know the boy next door, whether you want to or not.

warnings- cursing, kinda fluffy in the beginning, smutty smut at the end (YEP U READ THAT RIGHT FOLKS)

neighbor/hockey!chris x fem!reader

a/n: HIIII i apologize for the wait!!! part five is here and boy is she something, she’s long asf and i hope you love <3 if i forgot to tag you i am so so sorry, leave me a comment and i’ll absolutely fix it! my inbox is open for u guys always

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trying to push chris away, especially after the party, might possibly be the hardest task you’ve ever faced. he’s relentless in trying to get your attention, and the bruise he left on your neck is a fading reminder of your prior weakness.

he’s been teasing you endlessly for the past four days; working out in front of his window with the music blaring, making sure he’s always shirtless, texting you at least once a day just to flirt.

and it’s slowly chipping away at your self-defense, as pathetic as it makes you feel. you don’t want to give in to your stupid fucking temptations, but it’s so hard not to.

not to mention cassidy and ramona have been prying about him every few hours, trying to see how this is all going to play out. you wish you knew, but you don't.

you’re straddling the fence of hatred and lust now, still unsure where you stand.

your internal struggle to forget about him has haunted you, and it weighs on your shoulders now as you sit criss-cross in bed, trying to focus on starting your essay.

your phone vibrates, facedown beside you, and you presume that it’s the very person you’re trying to ignore.

you’re correct, of course.

chris

let me take you out

you haven’t been responding to him, but this text catches you by surprise, just enough to type out an actual answer.

y/n

no

you go to set the device back down when it pings again in your hand. you flip it in your palm, letting the screen light up.

chris

ok then let me eat you out

your stomach flips, and you instinctively glance out your window to your left. chris is grinning at you from ear to ear, freshly showered and (of course) shirtless after practice. he’s also sitting in bed, legs hanging off the side as his gray sweats bunch up around his waist.

y/n

no.

you’re a creep

chris

you love it when i talk to you like that

you look back up from your messages to flip him off. he tilts his head back, and you imagine hearing his loud laughter as if you were right there with him.

y/n

you think walking around without a shirt on is winning me over?

chris

maybe a little?

y/n

think again pretty boy

he pouts just a bit before standing up, waving a hand to indicate you should meet him at the window. you listen, wedging the pane upwards so the chilly january air hits you right in the face.

the sun has set now, so chris is backlit by the light of his room as he stares at you, placing his palms on the windowsill so he can casually lean out into the night.

“what do you want?” you spit, wrapping your arms around yourself to fight the cold.

“i can’t talk to my favorite girl?” he smirks, breath fogging up slightly in front of him.

you don’t know why he won’t put on a fucking shirt, even in the freezing atmosphere. his body certainly isn’t bad to look at, but you’re too stubborn to ever say it, especially when he’s so smug.

“no, you can’t. what do you want?” you twirl your finger, as if to tell him to get on with it.

“i want to hang out.” chris reiterates in a serious tone.

you roll your eyes before you can think twice about it, because it still sounds so stupid coming out of his mouth. “yeah, right.”

“i mean it. no funny business. unless you want that, of course.” he says, still toying with you even when he’s supposedly being genuine.

you shake your head, blowing out a long breath of exasperation. but the curiosity takes over, and you have to admit you’re a little intrigued.

“what could you possibly have in mind?”

thirty minutes later you’re back inside the hockey arena, a pair of skates dangling in one hand as you follow chris down the walkway toward the player bench.

it’s quiet, since it’s the beginning of the week and nobody is allowed on the college team’s ice aside from players. he had even chatted up one of the employees, which just helped secure you your time to goof off alone.

you had no idea that this was where he was taking you, because he insisted on it being a surprise and made you keep your eyes closed for the entire drive, but the revelation ended up being far more pleasant than you expected.

you actually used to love going ice skating as a kid, probably because you adored watching hockey and figuring skating so much. it’s been a while, and you know you’ll look terrible next to chris, but you don’t really mind.

he leads the way and sits down, jamming his feet into his hockey skates. then he uses his newly freed hand to wave you over, which makes you realize that you’ve been standing around like an NPC.

“come on, don’t be shy. i’ll lace you up.”

it’s not really an offer, because the second you plop down beside him he’s on one knee, taking the skates out of your hands gently. he doesn’t even give you time to yell at him for the dumb nickname.

“i can do it myself, you know.” you protest as he slides one of your sneakers off, replacing it and guiding your foot into one of the skates.

“that wouldn’t be very gentlemanly now would it?” he looks up at you through his fluffy brown hair, a silly grin playing on his lips.

“oh, i wasn’t aware i was in the presence of a gentleman.” you tease, looking around like you’re searching for whoever he’s talking about.

chris just repeats his actions with your other foot, careful to move you softly as he slips the other skate on. “i wouldn’t talk shit before we get on the ice, you know.”

“please, i’ll skate circles around you.”

it’s an empty threat and he knows it, because he chuckles as he ties his own laces fluidly before using your knees to push himself off the ground.

“then how about you get out there and show me?” chris challenges, extending his hand to you.

“let’s do it.” you take it without thinking, and you hate that it was just a natural reaction.

you hate wanting to hold it, and the fact that you don’t feel disgusted.

chris pulls you up and waits until you’re fully steady before he starts tugging you along in excitement.

he lets go once he opens the small door to the ice, skating out to the middle and doing a little spin around the BU emblem just to show off. but it’s actually endearing to see him so in his element, so passionate about something.

“care to join?” he invites, and you suck in a breath before stepping out onto the ice.

you’re a little wobbly at first, awkwardly skating along and trying to make sure your knees don’t buckle before you even get to him. you’re also approaching with a bit too much momentum, and you fumble against his hard chest.

but chris just wraps his arms around you without comment, ensuring that you don’t fall flat on your ass.

he likes having you this close to him, even in a non-sexual way. sure, he’s insanely attracted to you, but he’s also found that he just likes your company, as sappy and scary as that is to him.

“oops.” you mumble into his sweatshirt, which has the familiar smell of his cologne on it, before you unravel yourself from his arms.

“you look like a baby deer trying to walk.” chris jokes with a wide smile, letting his fingers slip from your body so you can actually move around.

“shut up.” you sock his chest lightly with your fist.

he chuckles, holding a hand to the spot you hit as if you really hurt him. “hey, i’m just calling it like is it.”

“and i’m just warming up.” you argue, using one foot to propel yourself toward one end of the rink.

the more you skate around, the more confidence you gain in your ability, and the more comfortable you feel on your feet. chris follows you closely, moving with such rhythm that it almost looks like he’s floating.

“sure you are.” he drags out the ‘e’ for emphasis, doing a few little laps around you as you continue getting used to it.

“well you’re certainly not helping, you ass.” you grumble, staring down at your feet in focus.

and then you feel yourself trip up slightly, and your arms immediately fly out as you attempt to steady yourself. but you’re flailing, and chris can see the panic cross your face.

but before you tumble, he skates up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist so you can lean your weight back. his body stops you from toppling, and your heart slams hard and fast in your chest from the fright.

“careful, baby.” he says into your hair.

it sends little chills running up and down your spine, and you’re too nervous to tilt your head to look at him. you know how close his face would be if you did.

chris isn’t even sure himself why he said that, how he let the entirely new pet name slip, because he doesn’t use it with anyone. not with his brief past “girlfriends” or flings, not even with you. but now he is, and it rolled off of his tongue so easily that he feels sick.

“that’s a new one.” you practically pant, short of breath from both the near-fall and his words.

a volcano of butterflies is erupting in your stomach, and you know that’s not from the previous scare. it’s fully because of him.

fuck.

“wanna try a spin?” he deflects masterfully, and this spurs you out of your slight stupor enough to straighten up and glide away from him.

“fine, but you’re not allowed to make fun of me.”

“no promises.”

for the rest of the time spent at the rink, chris tries to keep his usual unserious demeanor going, but something has shifted, despite how minuscule the comment was. you’re both unknowingly still thinking about it on the car ride home, each wondering how the other feels.

even the goodbye is strange. he pulls you in for a quick side hug before darting back to his house, leaving you standing all alone in his driveway wondering what changed.

you sigh and turn to head back up your own front steps, slipping inside as quietly as possible even though you know cass and mona are busy in their rooms studying for upcoming exams.

it’s just you and your thoughts as you climb the stairs to your room, gnawing on your bottom lip.

you wouldn’t have been so freaked out by the pet name if he hadn’t frozen up himself, but his reaction makes you wonder if he ever meant to use it in the first place.

and even if he didn’t, why did it seem like such a big deal? its not like he hasn’t used stupid nicknames with you before.

questions fill your brain as you shuffle into your bathroom, throwing the shower on and stripping before stepping into the warm water. the pressure feels good on your shoulders, and you try and rub out some of the tension in them.

chris has just been surprise after surprise recently. you’re seeing a different side to him, one that’s seemingly emotionally invested in you, and you don’t want to let yourself believe it.

believing in someone means you can actually get hurt.

you try and relax into the steam as you rinse your hair out and shave, though it only helps a little bit. by the time you turn the faucet off and step out, you’re still just as confused.

you wrap yourself in your plush towel, tucking it so it stays as up you pad back into your room.

a song that’s been stuck in your head all day falls softly from your lips as you pick through your dresser, grabbing a pair of underwear and sliding them on, letting the towel fall the the floor.

your back is to the window as you continue scanning the drawers for one particular shirt, which is apparently elusive tonight. you’re still unsuccessful even after rummaging through every drawer, and you’re just bending down to check your hamper when your phone buzzes against the wooden cabinet.

it makes you flinch, one hand flying to your bare chest as the other reaches for the device.

chris

give me permission to come over.

now.

your eyes dart to the window as you lunge to grab your towel off of the floor. you could have sworn you closed the curtains before getting into the shower, but when you look up you’re staring right at chris.

his eyes are dark as he watches you run over to the glass, towel barely covering you as you yank them closed. your heart is hammering in your chest, and you can feel yourself breaking out into a nervous sweat.

y/n

you were NOT supposed to see that

chris

well i did

let me come over

i’m fucking serious.

y/n

no

my roommates are home

and that was an accident

you scramble around and throw on the first sweatshirt you can find. you don’t care what you have on anymore, as long as it’s something.

chris

then come here

y/n

no it’s already late

chris

you have no idea what you just fucking did to me

if you don’t come over i’m coming there

it’s your choice.

the string of curses that escapes your mouth are anything but kind. you have no idea what to do or how to get him off this rampage, and you despise the way your stomach is flipping from his texts.

y/n

chris.

chris

pick or i will

y/n

fucking hell

i’m coming over

you quickly pull on a pair of joggers and jam your feet into your slippers, wringing your hair out one more time. you know if you don’t hurry, chris will take it upon himself to come over here, and that’s the last thing you want right now.

your insides twist as you make your way down to the main level, out the front door and across the lawn. the inside of your cheek is irritated from the way you’re biting down on it every other second.

it’s ominously quiet tonight, and even though it’s the middle of winter, your body is on fire as if it’s a hundred degrees.

at this point, you’re not throwing caution to the wind anymore; you’re burying it in a grave.

your knuckles rap against his front door moments later. it only takes seconds for it to open, and chris tugs you inside instantly, slamming it closed behind you afterwards.

it’s not long before he has you backed against the foyer wall, his hands on either of your hips like he’s holding you there. his mouth captures yours roughly without warning, tongue gliding against your bottom lip.

there’s nothing slow or sweet about it; he’s desperate to feel every single inch of you.

chris had been mulling over his slip up in his room since you guys got home from the arena, nearly pulling his hair out just wondering what the hell his problem is.

and then he just happened to look over at your window, like he always does when he’s thinking about you, only to find you moving around in nothing but that tiny black thong.

seeing all of you exposed was like every wet dream he’s every had, and it nearly sent him over the edge right there. he needs you, in every single possible way, and there’s no use denying it anymore.

he’s practically devouring you, and you’re letting him because his lips are just so damn soft. you’re tired too, so tired of fighting your instincts, tired of fighting him.

he moves to your jawline, then to the base of your neck, his teeth grazing your skin lightly as he goes. it’s impossible to contain the light moan that escapes your mouth. chris wants to hear it over and over and over.

“nobody’s home tonight.” he mutters against your throat.

his voice is deep, muffled slightly against your body, and the vibrations combined with the feeling of the scruff of his beard makes you throb. he’s pressed against your thigh, also very clearly straining for more.

“upstairs?”

chris pulls away, a smirk playing on his lips. even in the dim lighting, you can see he’s extremely satisfied by your response.

his hand slips into yours for the second time today, pulling you toward his room impatiently. you know which door it is before he leads you through it, but its still the first time you’re seeing it from a view that’s not your window.

you recognize all of the posters, ranging from hockey stars to movies to rappers, his plush dark comforter, the gym equipment he has pushed in the corner. it’s weird, because you told yourself you’d never end up here.

before you can think more, chris pulls you to him by the waist once again, walking you backwards until your legs hit the bedframe. your knees buckle and a small gasp escapes as you fall back against the mattress.

he leans down to kiss you again swiftly, taking your bottom lip between his teeth and biting just hard enough. your fingers tangle in his soft hair so you can tug his roots.

he groans at the force, disconnecting from your lips slightly, and you see it as your opportunity.

“if we’re going to do this, we’re doing it my way.” you whisper against his mouth, trailing your hand down his body and wrapping it in his shirt so you can pull him into bed next to you.

before he can protest, you roll over to straddle him, thighs on either side of his hips. his eyes are wide in anticipation, clearly surprised by you taking charge.

“whatever you want, princess.” chris gives in, licking his lips as his hands grip the flesh of your legs like his life depends on.

“god, you’ve never sounded sexier.” you tease before you crash your mouth against his once more.

a few seconds later you switch your focus to his neck, deciding that you selfishly want to leave some hickies of your own. you suck on his skin, and a groan escapes his lips.

it spurs you on, so you rock your hips against his, grinding against his obvious hard on. his hands slide to grip your ass, giving one side a light slap as you shift against each other.

you grin against his lips, knowing that he’s becoming more and more desperate, trying to force you to move faster. but you still your hips, grinding at a tantalizingly slow pace.

chris moves one hand so his fingers can nimbly trace the bottom of your sweatshirt, pushing it up your body so he can tear it over your head. he releases a long breath as he stares at your full tits, happy that you didn’t end up finding a bra before coming over.

“fuck, i can’t do this anymore.”

he shifts, bucking his hips slightly so he can toss you off of him and crawl on top of you, trapping you between his arms.

“so impatient.” you joke, staring up at him with those gorgeous eyes he loves so much.

“been waiting way too long for you.” he breathes, hooking his thumbs underneath your pants.

you lift your hips up so he can tug them off your waist, sliding them down your legs and tossing them to his floor. his eyes wander across your body, finally able to completely take you in now that you’re right beneath him.

it makes you feel powerful, seeing the very obvious lust in his eyes as he stares at you.

“you’re fucking perfect, you know that?” chris asks, his fingers dancing across your neck so he can brush your damp hair aside.

the caress is gentle, and yet the weight of his words still makes you involuntarily clench your legs together. but he’s quick to push them back apart with his knee, forcing you to open up for him.

“don’t you dare hide now, i need to see all of you.”

he bows down between your legs so he can leave soft pecks along your collarbone, one hand groping your bare chest. you feel him creeping lower, mouth tracing down the valley of your breasts before pulling one of your nipples into his mouth.

you gasp in pleasure, and your hands tangle in his hair once more as your back arches off of the bed in need.

“oh my god, chris.” you whine, and he loves you gripping his curls.

he twitches against the inside of your thigh as his tongue flicks back and forth, so turned on by all the little noises you’re making. then he drags his wet lips over to your other hardened bud, ensuring he doesn’t neglect any part of you.

you squirm against his sheets, and the pressure of desire is quickly building in the pit of your stomach.

“feel good, baby?” he asks, confidently throwing the pet name out now.

chris doesn’t give a shit. as far as he’s concerned, you’re in his bed, and right now you’re his girl, so he’s going to call you whatever feels best in the moment. your head is so fuzzy with pleasure you don’t even pick up on it.

“so fucking good.” you encourage him desperately as he presses open-mouthed kisses along your stomach.

the further he goes, the more your gut twists itself into knots. it’s been a while since anyone has touched you like this, kissed you like this, and it’s got you needy as all hell.

finally, his mouth meets your hip bone, and another breathy moan passes your lips like a reflex.

he’s on his knees now, using both of his hands to pry your shaky legs apart, making sure he has full access to the place you need him most. his hot breath hits the wetness of your panties, and goosebumps rise on your skin.

“so desperate for me already, huh?” chris goads, applying two fingers to your clothed heat.

the pressure from his little circular motions makes you buck your hips, and he uses his free hand to try and still your movements. he’s spent far too many hours fantasizing about this moment to rush it. hes going to take his time with you.

“no, use your words, angel. tell me what you need or i’ll stop.”

it’s a demand, though he slides the black material to the side before you can even reply, just so there’s no longe a barrier between your heat and his touch. you’re dripping, and he swirls his fingers a bit harder, trying to get you to speak.

“more, chris, please.” you finally manage to beg, even though it drives you nuts being at his disposal.

“good girl, was that so hard?” chris hums, fully entranced by the pleasure that’s so apparent on your face.

one of his fingers teases your core for a few seconds before he fully slips it inside, pumping it in and out slowly. then he adds another and you’re practically writhing, unable to control your reactions any longer.

“shit.” you hiss, hands leaving his hair to grip his comforter, searching for any kind of relief.

chris curls his fingers every time he plunges them back inside of you, enjoying the way you tense every time. that being said, you’re both becoming more and more urgent, too desperate to continue the torment.

“need to feel you wrapped around me.” he grumbles, slowing his movements to a stop so he can yank his shirt over his head by the collar.

you’re pulsing from the loss of contact, already breathing heavy as you watch him slip out of his pants, taking his boxers with them. his dick springs free, and your mouth goes dry at the revelation.

he’s big, thick enough that you know you’re going to have to adjust. chris pumps himself in his hand a few times before running his shaft up and down your core, using your wetness as lube.

the feeling of his length sliding across your clit is almost unbearable, and by the way he’s panting you can tell he likes it just as much.

“no more teasing, i can’t.” you plead.

that’s enough to convince chris that he’s had his fun, so he fumbles with the drawer of his nightstand, pulling out a condom and tearing open the packet with his teeth.

he rolls the silicone over his dick before standing to line himself up at your entrance, taking a second to look down at you. your eyes are wide and your lips are puffy, and you’ve never looked more beautiful to him.

then he pushes himself inside, extra careful to take it slow at first. you both mumble curses under your breath, because the way he’s stretching you out is amazing and the feeling of your tight pussy gripping his sensitive cock is euphoric.

chris lets you adjust to his size for a minute before he begins to rock his hips back and forth, driving himself into you as he builds momentum. you clench around him with every stroke, and it’s driving him fucking insane.

“taking me so well, baby, so fucking well.” he praises gruffly.

you reach up, tugging his chain lightly to indicate that you want him closer. chris leans down so his body is flush against yours as he shifts in and out, your fingers raking his back.

he presses a hard kiss to your mouth, one hand squeezing around your throat lightly. he prays to god he’s scratched up by the end of this, because he needs a physical reminder that this is real, that he’s not dreaming.

“harder, chris.” you whimper against him, wrapping your legs around his waist so you can force him to plunge deeper inside of you.

the switch in angle also means he’s hitting a brand new spot, and you feel your stomach tighten at the sensation. your eyes screw shut as you let out a lewd moan, digging your nails into his shoulder.

chris is using all of his strength to slam into you now, growing closer and closer to his high. he won’t be able to hang on much longer, especially when you’re beneath him with your eyes rolled back into your head, lips parted like you’re begging for more.

“i love the way you look when i'm inside you, holy shit.” he’s practically breathless as he says it, his skin slapping against yours.

his name falls repeatedly from your lips like a prayer, because it’s the only word you can even think of at this point. your foreheads are pressed together, and he slides his hand down so he can brush his fingers against your clit.

it’s so much stimulation that tears begin to prick your eyes, something that’s never happened to you before. nobody’s ever made you feel this good.

“fuck!—m’so close, don’t stop.” you cry out, and your whole body is convulsing now.

you feel chris twitch inside of you, an indication that he’s on the exact same path. he moves his fingers against you faster, though his strokes grow sloppier and more desperate by the second.

“come on, princess. let it all go.”

and for once in your life you listen to him without any push back, releasing all over his dick as he simultaneously finishes into the condom.

chris slows his movements to a stop, overstimulated and fucked out as he buries his face in the crook of your neck. he presses a few wet kisses to your skin as you regain your breath, enjoying the last few seconds of closeness before he pulls out.

he flops down beside you, both of you lying on your backs and staring up at the ceiling, chests heaving as you calm down. everything has changed in just the last four hours, and neither of you are quite sure what to say.

so you don’t say anything at all. he just discards the rubber and wraps you up in his sheets with a loopy smile, pulling you so your back is against his chest.

you can feel him breathing, feel the heat radiating from his body, and you decide that logical thinking will have to wait until tomorrow. tonight, you’ll stay in his arms.

[thecosmosdefys]

hi how u doin?♥ would u do general relationship hcs for ghost and könig pls?? :)<3

What dating Ghost & König would be like

Pairings: Ghost x GN ! Reader, König x GN ! Reader

Warnings: Violence, Cussing, Death

Synopsis: Just headcanons of how I would think Ghost or König would be in a relationship!

Author's Note: HIIII! Im doing good thank you so much for asking! Also I wasnt sure if you meant like? Ghost x König or like X reader headcanons so I went with what I thought you mightve meant? If this isn't what you wanted don't be afraid to put in another ask for my inbox!!! Also just want to note how excited I get when someone puts an ask in my inbox- I get so excited- It literally makes my day! Love you guys <333

Dating Ghost

I feel like if you dated ghost, at first he would seem a little cold around you? Like he wouldn't know what to do with emotional or physical intimacy. He doesn't give you the cold shoulder but he is so awkward at it at first.

Don't expect him to say I love you first, or even realises he loves you? Like before you guys start dating he is always around you, and picking to go on missions with you if your apart of the 114, but he doesn't seem to realize even though everyone around him does.

Once he starts getting comfortable with the relationship, he is like showing you off to everyone. You're like his prized trophy and he could not be happier. Like he's telling everyone all the time about you, and even your little accomplishments, god he loves you so much!

He will do things he doesn't want to do, if it means he gets to see a smile on your face? Like he hates christmas parties, but if you find yourself wanting to host one? He's already making a list of who's invited and what you might need. (He may even wear one of those ugly christmas sweaters for you but don't count on it.)

Physical intimacy? To him thats just even holding hands and it takes months for him to open up to you like that. But after he opens up, god hes all over you. In the mornings he's hugging you from behind. Never stops kissing you in public. He is disguting with his PDA, hes all over you all the time, and sometimes its cute and then other times your like "Simonnn stoppp" and he will... for 3 minuites-

He is so domestic when he is at home. If you need anything he is absolutely helping you. He will be your little apprentice when your cooking and everything. Sinks broken? He's fixing it. You are missing an ingredient for your food or baking stuff? He's on his way to the store to get it for you. You haven't been able to clean up the house? He's on his hands and knees scrubbing.

If you have a mental illness? He's helping in anyway he can. Even when he's away hes making sure your taking medicine if you're taking it, or reminding you about your therapist appointments. He is all over helping and doing his best to help make life easier for you even if just by a little bit.

Dating König

Literally what the fuck. He is the biggest god damn teddy bear you have ever seen. Out in public he is brooding and angry looking, but in private? He's on his knees doing anything you want him to do.

He is the biggest fan of soft touches. If you're out in public at the grocery store he's 100% rubbing his thumb over your knuckles, or just being sweet. He might brush your hair out of your face if it's in it or hindering your sight.

He will do your little routines and when I tell you it is hilarious to see this big beefy man, with a pink glittery face mask on his face, man its hilarious. When he's home he's doing your little haircare and facial care routines with you. He's oiling his hair, or putting face masks on, maybe even little cucumbers on his eyes. (of course you're taking pictures for blackmail.)

He remembers the little things about you. Sometimes when he comes back from missions he will have picked up something, or bought something that reminds him of you, or something you like. You had mentioned to him that you love forget-me-nots and you came home one day noy realizing he was home, and there was a bunch of pressed, perserved, forget-me-nots in a frame. (He ended up hugging you from behind and almost scaring you into dropping it a few seconds later but that's irrelevant)

He may not be super public about your relationship with him, but it is pretty obvious. When your out in public, he's behind you scaring the shit out of anyone who may bother you. You're his and he wants everyone to know that. Maybe you hang out with the crew one day and he has his arms slung around you, or wrapped around you in some way that screams "This is mine".

He may not actively always do things in the house, but he hovers around. He also loves to leave little things so that when he is gone you remember things that are important for you to do, he knows you have a bit of a bad memory.

Just like ghost, if you have a mental illness he is all for supporting and helping you. If you need someone to talk to he is holding you in his arms as you talk to him. He even makes sure your meds are always accessable to you, and helps in any way he can.

[regulusblackslut]

Can I request a dom regulus black x “innocent” fem reader?

hiiii! thanks for requesting! (SO SORRY THIS TOOK FOREVER 🙏🏻🙏🏻)

Regulus Black x Fem!Reader

BRO. THIS MAN- literally my fav ever (hence the username)

warnings: dom!reg, smut (obvs), fingering, cursing, protected sex (wrap it before u tap it)

notes: i didnt know what kind of innocent you wanted the reader to be so i made her more naive/inexperienced. i hope thats okay!! thanks for requesting!

you’re more on the inexperienced side when it comes to the intimate details of relationships. you lost your virginity to your first boyfriend, Walden McNair, in 5th year. he had no idea what he was doing and finished 7 minutes later. safe to say it was one of the most awkward experiences of your life. you ended up breaking up 2 weeks later. so it's not that you haven't done anything before dating regulus, you just hadn't found someone you would want to go further with. but since dating him you’ve gradually opened up to getting more sensual.

which is how you found yourself in the same position that you’ve been in numerous times, laying on regulus’s bed with him on top of you. his head burrowed on the left side of your neck leaving rough, passionate kisses on any visible skin he could find. his left hand was cupping your jaw while his right hand rests on your waist, occasionally lightly grabbing the flesh. you let out a few breathy moans as he continues his actions.

and that's all you guys really do. but this time is different, you want more. you want regulus in every way possible.

“um.. reg?” you say meekly, closing your eyes out of pure nervousness.

“hmm?” he inquiries, still working on your neck, determined to turn it a different color.

“i-um.. want you to um fuck me? please?”

he stills. regulus lifts his head and sits back a bit, starring at you. your heart drops. you sit up and stare at the velvet bedding. ‘what if he didn’t want that in this relationship? what if he breaks up with me now? i mean we’re only 17. he probably thinks i’m so weird now’ you think.

“..really?” he says, barely above a whisper.

you look up at him. your eyebrows raised and a warm blush rises up your face.

“i mean i-if you want to of course.”

“say it again. now.” he says. his eyes filled with lust, raking over your figure with a slight smirk. it’s like a switch flipped in his head. all these thoughts he’s had about you- how you’re positioned, the fucked out look on your face, the sweet little noises you make as he makes you feel oh-so good -are able to become reality.

“i want you to fuck me, regulus.” you barely muster enough courage to make eye contact with him as you say that.

regulus groans in response, leaning in to kiss you. his right hand on your waist as his left one comes up and cups your breast, squeezing it. you moan into his mouth as you tug at the bottom of his button-down. he leans back and slowly undoes 3 of the buttons.

“well come on! it’s only fair to have yours off as well no?” he chuckles, carrying on with his shirt. you quickly discard your top, throwing it off of the bed, leaving you in a lacy white bra.

his eyes dart to your chest. his hands stop what he’s doing and reach around your back to the clasp. regulus looks back at you with a confirming look as if he’s asking “is this alright, love?” you give a nod and a small smile. he unclasps the bra and lightly pushes you so you're laying back on the bed.

he starts kissing down your neck all the way down to your breasts. he stops to admire you all laid out for him. his hand comes up, squeezes your left tit and grazes his thumb over your nipple. while still squeezing the flesh he ducks down and kisses your bare chest, as an attempt to replicate his masterpiece that is on your neck. your moans only encourage him as he pinches and nips at the exposed area of your chest.

“oh god regulus! please, i need you in me.”

“be patient ma chérie.” regulus says moving back so he is at your legs. “i’m going to make you feel so good, i promise.”

he flips up your skirt and stares for a moment. his thumb pressing the wet patch forming on your pink panties.

“ugh! reg, please!”

“patience, mon amour, or i’ll stop right now and leave you to finish yourself off.” regulus’ words went straight to your core causing a breathy moan of desperation to leave your lips.

he takes your underwear off and slips it into his pocket, sending you a sly wink. regulus takes his index and middle finger, dragging it through your folds. you bite your lip, muffling your sounds of pleasure he’s composing. he slips his fingers in and starts at a steady pace. not enough to make you orgasm quickly but still causing your eyes to roll back into your head.

regulus rolls his thumb over your clit, rubbing tight circles over and over again. that’s when your moans start to increase, you feel your orgasm start to build. he devilishly pulls his fingers out and signals to his bedside table.

“can you grab a condom, doll?” you groan in frustration at the sudden loss of friction and roll over to the right side of his bed. after grabbing the condom you find your boyfriend standing completely nude. you can’t help but stare at his toned figure, eyes tracing over every muscle until they reach his bright pink cock.

your eyes widen a bit at the sheer look of it. 8 inches, neatly kept, and standing straight up - rock hard.

you tear open the condom and place it on the head of his dick. looking up at him for reassurance that all of this was okay, regulus replies with a strained “go on”. rolling it down his length he takes in a sharp inhale, eyes squeezed shut.

“shit. the things you do to me love.” his hand cups your face, his thumb slightly catching your bottom lip. you fall backwards on the bed and prop yourself up with your elbows. regulus crawls towards you and stops in between your legs.

he places the head of his cock at your entrance and waits. “you ready?” he questions. you nod your head with a loving smile.

regulus pushes himself in you then leans down to kiss you. he lets you adjust to him while you make out. he slowly starts thrusting back and forth, causing light moans and pants to spill out of both of your mouths.

his right hand interlocks with your left and brings it above your head. his thrusts move deeper in you, drawing your right hand to scratch down his back. he grabs your leg, moving it up to give him more access. the slight position change makes both of you groan.

“fuck, mon amour. you are doing fantastic for me. you make me feel so good.” you could only moan in response to your boyfriend's words. regulus buries his head in the crook of your neck, kissing over the hickeys he left earlier.

while still keeping his brutal pace, regulus snakes his hand down to your clit and rubs fast, tight circles.

“you like that huh?” he chuckles, feeling you clench around him.

“y-yes reg. feels so g-ood. ‘m so close”

“fuck- me too”

regulus moves both of his hands onto your hips, grabbing the flesh to brace himself with his increased speed. now you’re seeing stars.

“reggie i’m gonna cum. please don’t stop” you murmur. your eyes roll back to your head and your toes curl. he brings his hand back down to toy with your clit. that’s when your body erupts in pleasure and warmth. regulus keeps thrusting into you chasing his own release. his actions are sloppy and his groans increase.

he finally finished with a string of curses followed by your name. he pulls out and rolls next to you.

“shit mon amour. that was fantastic. i love you so much, thank you.” regulus whispers before he places a kiss onto your lips.

“i love you too” you respond, kissing him back. “wanna get cleaned up in the prefects bathroom? we can take a nice long bath together. hmm?”

“that would be amazing, ma chérie.” he says, standing up to find wherever your clothes went.

[spcewild]

Hiiii first I have to say that I love your fics sm

I have been obsessed with the idea of Johnny with an insecure s/o I just feel like he'd be the biggest hype man ever, can I request something like that?

Hii anon!:)

Tysm, I'm rlly glad u like my fics<33 - and I love idea, thank you for your ask!

Now without wasting anymore of your time, here it is ☆

Johnny Cage with a (gn!) Insecure s/o

Warnings: insecure reader, fluff, depressing topic(ish), and other stuff I may have missed

Summary: the reader have some insecurities, but Johnny just won't let that slide.

Being with Johnny was like being on a never-ending adventure 24/7.

Obviously he's constantly praising you and telling you how good you look on the daily.

But once he figures out you're insecure? Those daily compliments DOUBLE.

When complmenting you now, he makes sure to praise that specific thing you're insecure about, whether it be your face, body, the way you dress, act, etc. He's showering you in compliments and praises.

He held you by your waist from behind you, his head by yours on your shoulder. His nose brushing against your ear as he whispered praises, as you two laid in your shared bed.

"So perfect.."

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This doesn't include the time you wore something showing a bit more skin (a dress, skirt, suit, your choice <3)

The man was practically drooling and couldn't keep his hands off you.

"Damn babe! Lookin' good."

Johnny smirked and walked over to you, his hands running up and down your sides, practically eye fucking you the way his eyes devoured your entire form. From your face, down to your outfit, and back up.

He wants to make sure you know how good you look, even when you're not dressed up.

You heard a loud whistle shoot through your ears, snapping you out of your thoughts as you looked up to see Johnny sauntering over to you.

"Dang hot stuff! Lookin' good."

"But Johnny... I'm wearing sweat pants and a hoodie..?"

"Smash."

You could be wearing a trash bag, and he would still find you hot

I'm not even joking he would 100% still find you hot

No questions asked.

Would be the type of guy to say - "I would build you a home from soil, grass and build you a little home and talk to you every day." If you asked him if he'd still love you if you were a worm.

Don't worry about getting picked on by ANYONE when you're with Johnny.

He doesn't even have to be near you or with you when it happens, he'll find out one way.

And then he'll probably beat the shit out of whoever messed with you

Either way, he's perfect boyfriend material and idc what anyone says 😻‼️

I hope you enjoyed this!<3

☆

[chasedbyatlantic]

when you wash your hair, joel miller

summary: IN WHICH — you decide to surprise a sleeping joel after you've been working all day outside of jackson's walls, but it doesn't go as you plan.

warnings: gender neutral x joel miller, post outbreak!joel, jackson!joel, mentions of you and joel in a relationship, sub!joel, joel has ptsd, joel almost hurts reader (doesn't tho so dw!), lots of fluff at the end, cute ending, lots of swearing, ellie being annoying as per usual LOL. lmk if there’s anything i missed <3

wordcount: 2.6k

a/n: hiiii this is my very first fic on tumblr! i have been obsessed w/ tlou for the LONGEST time now so why not start writing for my fav fictional mass murderer? anyway- hope u guys enjoy! i plan to post a ton more so stay tuned xoxo

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You had just finished an ungodly long shift along the outskirts of Jackson, keeping everyone inside safe from- well, whatever lay outside (scary squirrels, mostly). It had been so different since you arrived, with Joel and Ellie. For starters, you weren't kept on edge every single second of every single day - Joel was, which you always got pissed at him for, since you two were more than safe inside these walls. There was also the fact that life had sort of just- resumed, after twenty years of fighting for your life. It was alright, though, a sense of normalcy was nice, even if it were to only last for a little while (you were hoping it lasted forever).

As soon as you were inside the gates of Jackson, you rode over to the stables in which your horse, Leo, was housed at. The big wooden doors were opened by a stable hand that looked no older than Ellie, maybe she knew who this was, you thought to yourself.

You had slid the kid a small "thank you." as they closed the door behind you, and you hopped off Leo. You reached in your bag and scrounged for a second, before pulling out an apple core, the remains of the apple you had eaten earlier. "Here boy," your hand raised towards the horse's snout with the leftovers in-palm, and he took it as if it were the best thing in the world.

Leo munched away while you swapped his bridle for a halter and lead, tugging him to his freshly-mucked stall. He had walked over to his water bucket and you moved with him, undoing his girth and removing his saddle. It was hoisted over your arm as you moved out and locked his stall. "Excuse me," You called over to the stable hand that had let you in as you put all of his tack on the stand in front, "Do you mind brushing him down for me? I've had a long day and gotta get home quick."

The kid nodded their head eagerly, which had earned a smile from you. You weren't lying about having a long day or needing to get home quick - besides, you had always stayed after your shifts, right now you were just craving to see your favourite person (and a warm bath too, you had guessed).

You had removed your gloves as you took one last glimpse at your boy before you left him to be taken care of by the stable hand. As you walked out of the stable, you were greeted with a nice breeze. It wasn't exactly winter yet, but it sure as hell wasn't summer. Autumn was close on finishing, which only meant the days were getting longer.

It took you a mere twenty five minutes to walk back to the Miller residence. If you had a little pep in your step, it would've taken no longer than fifteen. But, being up since before sunrise has its cons. Anyway, it isn't your fault that Tommy and Maria (Joel's brother and new sister-in-law) placed you guys in the farthest house literally ever.

As you approached closer to the home, you could see the familiar little (she would kill you if she heard you describe her as little) girl. The girl took notice of you too, "Fucking finally!" Ellie had kicked up her skateboard, grabbing the tip of it, and came running over. "Jesus Christ, I thought you had got eaten by like- fucking bigfoot out there!", She seemed to be only half-joking.

"I was not eaten out there, Ellie." You sigh as you messed her hair up slightly with your hand, "Is Joel still out on patrol?" You had asked the girl. Her face dropped, earning an "ugh!" from her. "You two love birds are gross. You should care more about me than him! He's a frail, broken, old man while I'm a super cool, and totally awesome young person." You rolled your eyes, an automatic laugh escaping your lips. "Another half an hour out here, Elle. It's almost sundown- and please be careful, for fuck sakes. I don't want to be popping your kneecap back in place because of a fall off that- board."

You weren't Ellie's mom, and you didn't mean to take any place of a motherly figure in her life - it just, sort of happened. After what had happened in Salt Lake City a year ago, and you had fought for Ellie back alongside Joel, you couldn't help but grow so much more attached to her- you and Joel both. This is when your motherly instincts (you were never a mother, not before or during this apocalyptic world) kicked in. You both shared a special bond, one that would never be broken, despite the cruel world you both live in.

A small grunt and a "fine" escaped the girl's lips as she flips her board down and kicks off down the street. You shake your head with an almost disapproving look and walk down the rest of the block to your home. A small smile plays upon your lips as you approach the house with a mailbox at the bottom of the driveway that reads "MILLER". Your last name was not Miller, but you were in a relationship with a Miller, so that could maybe, in the slightest, count as your name too.

Your hand brushed past the rusted metal box as you walk up the paved drive way, you're excited to see Joel. Hell, it feels like it's been an eternity since you've seen that man - when in reality, it's only been since this morning. You climb up the wooden stairs at the front of your porch and remove your boots before entering the house - this saved horrid amounts of mud that would scatter in the small foyer of your home. Once your feet are out of your dirty boots, you silently enter the home.

The door was never locked, not when Joel knew you or Ellie weren't home. You didn't know why he kept it unlocked- maybe in case something had happened and you needed to get home fast, or in case you would lose your keys while out and about. It wasn't that big of a deal, though; nobody else lived in this part of the town (besides Tommy and Maria, who were distant neighbours).

It was dead silent when you entered, too eery for your liking. "Joel?" You called out as you shrugged off your autumn layers. No response. "Joel?" You call out once again, moving to where you had seen the light. You approached tip-toeing, starting to get a bit on edge. Joel was always there to greet you when you got home, unless he had patrol duty himself. As soon as you step foot in your living room, all of the previous worries you had melted away as you saw your favourite person curled up on the arm chair, sitting back and mouth open slightly. You wish you had a camera, god a polaroid of this would be amazing.

You approached him, quiet as ever, sliding the sleeves of your soft-knit sweater over ninety percent of your hands. You had brought your face closer to Joel's once you were close enough. The smell of his vanilla and rose scented shampoo had engulfed you. Joel said he hated it (in reality, he definitely did not), but if it made you love him a little more, he would wash his hair with it.

"You're perfect, you know that." You whisper to him, even though he was sound asleep. From the faded freckles over the bridge of his nose from being out in the sun too much this summer, to the small scars that littered his forehead from years of just surviving, he was perfect.

You breathed hushly as you moved your hands up to his face, to cup his cheeks. You thought it was perfect, for him to wake up to you (as if he didn't every morning) at this moment. You knew he missed you when he wasn't with you, he told you multiple times. This would be a nice thing to make his day slightly better, you had thought. Your fingers made soft contact with the flesh on his face - but, this is where it all went wrong.

Joel had shot up from the deep (well, you thought deep) sleep he was in and grabbed the hands that were touching his face. It hadn't registered to him that it was actually you who was touching his face, and not a clicker, or a raider, or anything else. Rage and a sense of fear filled his eyes as they shot opened, eyebrows furrowed as they looked around frantically - he was ready to fight.

A loud grunt and an "ow." escaped your lips once your hands were grabbed and yanked. It had happened within a blink of an eye. You weren't exactly in the mood for getting manhandled in this current moment, but here you were. "Joel- hey, hey, it's just me. You're okay." You spoke quick, trying to pry him off your hand.

It was now that his eyes had met yours, and it took him a moment (which felt like eternity) to process it was you. "Baby.." His grip immediately loosened and his eyes fell. He looked horrified, at himself rather than anything. "M'sorry." There was a tone in his voice that made him sound ashamed, like he had just broken bad news to someone he loved.

"Don't apologize to me, Jesus Christ." You spoke almost too fast and brought your hand to his face again, you felt bad for scaring him awake- your plan had massively backfired. It took Joel a minute before he melted into the touch of your hand in his cheek, something he will only do when it is only you and him around each other. "Shouldn't have been sleepin' while you weren't home." He muttered, his eyes looking everywhere but at yours.

Your heart ached, he shouldn't feel like this- fuck, you're so stupid for doing this you thought to yourself. "Don't apologize baby, hey-" You brought his focus to you, and only you, "-listen, you're alright, okay? We're safe here, you know. I'm safe, Ellie's safe, you're safe." You reassured the man in front of you. "If you want to sleep all day without a care in the world, you can do it."

Joel was being extremely vulnerable right now- and he knew that you sensed it. This part of him never came out, he was always the strong one in the relationship (not that you weren't, he just had that aura linked to him). Your finger rubbed back and forth over his cheek. "M'sorry for waking you from your nap- I was just too jealous of how peaceful you looked. All comfortable in your blue sweater.." your eyes started to trail down his body right in front of you, "-your sweatpants.." you snapped yourself out of the trance you had fallen in, your eyes reaching back up to Joel's.

He was just quiet, in his own thoughts. "Ya'know I love you." you told him. He looked like he snapped out of his own thoughts once you said this to him, the smallest smile known to man appearing on his face (it was genuine, though). "I know, darlin'." This was your cue, you reached forward and placed your lips onto Joel's. Now this, this was home- god, you could've had your lips on his all day for eternity. Joel melted into the kiss, and placed one of his hands on your thighs.

Things had got heated between the two of you within seconds, suddenly the positions were switched and you were straddling Joel on the armchair in your living room. It wasn't until you tore apart from his lips that it hit you. "Ellie’s going to be home soon, baby. We can't have her catching us like this- not again." You tell him as you catch your breath. His lips find your neck, he only hummed in response. After a moment of no proper response from him, you tap his shoulder, "Seriously, Joel!". He had grunted, basically forcing himself off of you. "So let her see us, not like she don't know 'bout it." He muttered, leaning back in the chair you two were in. "Oh, suddenly you're mister PDA?" You asked as you got up, stretching.

He said something under his breath that you couldn't catch, but chose not to pressure him about it. "But hey.." You grab his hand and help him up, "Maybe you could help me in the shower, hm? Let me borrow some o' that good smellin' shampoo ya' got? Wash my hair for me?” Your eyes met his, a smile completely lighting up your entire face. "I'on mind, doll. Maybe you could help me with a few things too," He reaches down, pressing a wet kiss onto your lips.

You take this as the perfect time to slip your fingers between his, and lead him up to the second floor of your large house. Even though you had completely scared the shit out of Joel earlier, and you thought you were a dead man for a split second, he forgave you. He always forgives you - this is why you love him.

Joel had promised you that he would always stay, no matter what had happened between you two. After years of being together, through your ups and your downs, through your serious arguments and your little scares (like this), he was yours. Joel was always yours, and you were always his.

You two come laughing down the stairs, completely soaked from the shower you had taken together. Joel was back in the clothes he wore when you got home, and you were changed into one of his shirts and a pair of sleeping shorts you had. He had his hand in yours as you lead him down the stairs. Before you could even step foot on the first floor, an "ew!" was yelled by a familiar voice.

"That is fucking disgusting- I cannot believe it! I can't leave you two together for more than thirty minutes before you turn into fucking rabbits. I may as well start thinking about names for the baby!" Ellie over exaggerates, acting completely disgusted from you and Joel holding hands.

Joel shoots Ellie a death glare as he drops his hand from yours momentarily, about to open his mouth before you interrupt. "Do I need to send you to your room, or something? You're so fucking crazy Elle!" You had let the little nick name slip out of your mouth, "You know I would never do anything unholy under the same roof as you." Well, you weren't lying. You and Joel never did it while Ellie was there, you didn't want anyone hearing what happened while you two were alone.

"Don't care, that's gross! Dinner is already made, I am GOING TO BED!" She had yelled as she was already half way up the stairs to her room on the second floor. Joel's hand snaked around your waist from behind as you tsk. "We got stuck with the most batshit crazy kid, I'm telling you."

Joel's hand tightens a smudge when you say that, "I love her though, and you I guess." He rests his head between the crook of your neck and slightly lets go once you add that. Even after the little bicker between the teenager, you couldn't help but smile to yourself.

Even though you were in the midst of an apocalypse, life couldn't have been anymore good to you. They gave you Joel, and you were content - more than content - with it.

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when you wash your hair, matt maltese

[vivaladicamillo]

DRUNK!BRANDON DICAMILLO/GN!READER

im on a roll so ima js write until i cant no more, dico brain rot has been so bad so heres a little dico drabble ;))) enjoyyyyy

WARNINGS: drunkness, alcohol mentioned ofc, dico

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one night you were at home. You and the so called “cky crew” had been friends since highschool, u were in the same grade as jess, ryan and dico so u all js kinda bonded. U were in ur 20s now, things were different bc u guys were adults, parties, drinking, sex, it was more common and less exciting. the guys decided to go out and have a “boys night” leaving u and ur cat alone at home, watching ur favorite movie. u ended up falling asleep on the couch only to be woken up around 3:35am by a loud knock at ur door.

u get up half asleep and wobble to the door, wearing only pajamas. u open the door to find bam, ryan and a very obviously drunk dico clinging onto bam for dear life.

bam giggles “yo you gotta take bran hes fucked!”

bam was also drunk but u can tell not as much

“what…” you says groggily

“js take him hes drooling on me!!!” bam shoved him towards you like a ragdoll and he bumps into you, swaying.

bam and ryan leave, ryan driving them away and now u have a drunk dico in ur home.

“y/nnnbnn hiiii!” he slurs, he gives a big goofy smile, cheeks flushes and eyes dilated, oh yea he was FUCKED alright

“hey brandon r u ok? u need some water?” you ask looking at his face

“hmmm ill take another beer!” he says and laughs

u shake ur head and yawn “here sit down and ill get u some water.”

you walk him over to your couch, sitting him down as u walk to the kitchen.

“ayeee what r we watching??” he gasps “i know what we can watch!! u got masters of the universe recorded oh god…i wanna watch ittt.” he starts to ramble as u run a cup under the tap and fill it up

ur cat gives him the stink eye as it watches him ramble, dico looks at it and starts mocking it jokingly. as soon as u walked in and saw him meowing at ur cat u knew it was over.

“listen im gonna go set up my bed, u can sleep in there if u want, or i cant set u up on the couch, im js exhausted right now.” u chuckle ad he looks at u with that wide eyed stare he always does

“hmmmm ill take the bed!” he puts his finger up and you laugh

“ok, come on big guy lets take u to bed.” you put ur hand on his shoulder, still carrying the water as u guide him to your room. he wraps his arm around you getting really comfortable

“wow i can believe ur taking me to bed…” he smirks going to make an obvious sex joke

“yea my bed, alone.” u smile back

the two of u make it to your room and he watches u make the bed, hands in his pockets, he pulled back and got a lot quieter. you put ur stuffed animals back on your bed and turn to him

“only fit for a king!” u joke and point to the bed, he smiles

“thanks y/n, your the literal best ever, best person ever born, i gotta thank ur mom more often” he chuckles

you nod and go to walk out of the room

“actual wait i have a awkward question…..” he looked a little nervous as she slurred his words

u turn to him and waited for his answer

“wanna sleep together?” he smirked

you stopped and looked at him “what??”

“nonono not like that, i feel bad letting u out on the couch…i dont mind sharing the bed.” he scratched his neck

“u dont have a girlfriend i dont know abt thats gonna jump me for sleeping in the same bed as i right ?” u cross ur arms and smirk, u always had a tiny thing for dico but he was one of ur closest friends, so u kept it underwraps

“i pinky swear!” he holds up his pinky

“fineeee” you agree, he jumps into bed, still fully clothed in jeans and a teeshirt, he even still had hid shoes on!

“BRANDON NO GET UR SHOES OFF MY BED!”

“sorry.” he said in a high pitched voice, taking his shoes off and getting under the covers

you followed suit, getting into bed and making urself comfortable, u felt a little awkward but he was ur best friend so, it wasnt that bad. he fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow, u knew from the soft snores behind u. shifting in bed, u turn to face him, his pretty sleeping face abt a foot away from your own. u smiled, he really was cute, in his sleep he ended up cuddling u, well by cuddling lazily wrapping an arm around you and then when u try to wiggle away he got u in a bear grip

u didnt mind, u gave up struggling and gave in to sleep, cuddling into his touch as u urself fell asleep

his soft breaths being ur lullaby

god u loved him

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HOPE U ENJOYEDDD!! new format bc i wanted this to be more of a story than headcanons, i might make something similar with all the cky guys but idk i guess we will find out :))

[transngin]

this might be random but do you have any headcanons of the Daltons/lucky luke cause now they are my hyperfixation and yes I've joined a pretty much dead fandom but I was to hear your thoughts.

(only if u want to ofc)

hiiii anon its been. so insanely long since ive thought abt lucky luke and the daltons rotated them in my small brain but i love looove them as a characters so very dearly to this day and id be more than happy to give u. some of my carefully thought out (brainrot induced) thoughts :]

- JOE ADHD KING. no but seriously this fucking guy is so nd and mentally ill in so many ways. hes collecting them like cool rocks (<- im nd and mentally ill (obviously) and have always related to him)

- i know the entire thing abt the daltons is how theyre only distinguished from each other when it comes to height but i love playing around w the idea that they have like. subtle differences in their appearance that you wont notice unless you squint and use a telescope. like william having heterochromia, jack having freckles and joe having beauty marks and whatnot (cant think of anything for averell when it comes to this trope sorry </3)

- aroacespec gay lucky luke is so real and true and my alltime fave sexuality hc. also a little transgenderism for him as a treat. sometimes

- adding to the former: luke telling ppl he got his diy top surgery scars from a brutal shootout

- i dont like the modern daltons cartoon (it kinda sucks) but i really really like how they characterized william in it (bookworm and man of many talents iirc) and i really like the idea of him potentially being a graduate/of higher education but sticking with his brothers out of loyalty/peer pressure (<- potential for him to be the black sheep of his family and give him more character than in the comics and the old cartoons)

- luke and joe's archnemesis relationship oh my GOD [head in hands] ive always loved the multiple layers of their dynamic and the "cool hero who loves toying with the bad guy" vs "batshit crazy unhinged small guy villain" thing they always got going on. lukejoe is so good whether its platonically or romantically or anything in between i still care them so much. funny guys who hate each other fight each other are friends are besties are outlaws kiss kill each other have repressed homosexual feelings have never had friends before killed people with no remorse and have issues. i like that in men

- t4t lukejoe is. so good. perfection

- while im a professional les daltons #hater i love that one guy who showed up for like one episode and was never brought up again except in the bg of some episodes. unlucky luke (small dark haired manloser) if youre out there...

- el gee bee tee hc lightning round:

cis bi (sometimes transmasc) joe [wtf is a pronoun i will kill you], transhet jack [he/him], nonbiney [he/him] william, unlabeled averell [he/she + any] and ofc aroace gay trans luke [he/they]. idc abt other characters enough to form opinions on them

- ill most definitely add to this later if and when i start binging the entirety of ll again but for now. thats all. come get your food lucky luke enjoyers <3 shoutout to the three of you who still enjoy this media despite its many many MANY flaws

[enhypen-scholarship]

a/n's note: omg i totally forgot i had a tumblr acc😭😭😭😭 im sorry if i havent oosted like anything at all :;((((( here it is!!!! not proofread btw i tried my best

warnings: swearing just a little bit tho and sex joke😢 but its only one nothing more nothing less, slapping on the face????

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wonwon!!☺️ [8:43 PM]: hiiii where r u rn??? ive been waiting for you :((

: im sorry baby i was rlly busy i couldnt answer your texts and calls, something urgent came up

wonwon!!☺️ [8:43 PM]: its okay love, take your time.

: im heading to cheol's house rn, get ready

wonwon!!☺️ [8:43 PM]: kkayy ill get ready in five, tell me your day okay love?

: yes i will.

wonwon!!☺️ [8:43 PM]: okay drive safely ilysm my sunshine💓💓

: ilyt

"Hi love!!!!" a deep but familiar and sweet voice shouted, eyes shining from being excited. "Hi, baby." you greeted sweetly, "Really sorry for the inconvenience 'Cheol." you apologize, "Nah you're good." he smiled, "Thanks by the way. We'll get going." you said as he clinged on your arm, "Love, how was your day?" he chirped, "Good." you answered shortly, "Just good? What happened?" he asked, "Mhm?" you hummed, "well...." you continued your saying, "there was this girlㅡ" you stopped to take a long sigh. "Love?" Wonwoo worriedly asked, "Sorry." you chuckled, "What happened? What did the girl say?" he furrowed his brows, concerned painting his face. "Actually, um. Nothing." you said as you shrugged your shoulders brushing off the negative energy, "Love." he said with a low voice, "I'll tell you on the way. I don't wanna ruin." you smiled nervously, "You're not ruining anything, you here and your presence itself is already calming." he reasoned, "I won't stop bugging you if you won't tell me." he held your hand and squeezed it. "Okay. Fine, I will literally tell you on the way home, just be patient, okay baby?" you asked, he hummed happily in agreement, finally taking the last step to the road, Wonwoo opened the passenger seat taking you out by suprised, "Um?" you furrowed your eyebrows, "I'll drive." he insisted as he went to the driver's seats' direction, you smiled finding his polite and gentleman gestures for you attractive, you ducked your head as you finally sat on the passenger seat, adjusting your feet on the ground, and pulling the seatbelt for safety, "Okay, now tell." he broke the silence, you chuckled nervously, "So..." you started awkwardly, scoffing at how unbelievable you are right now in front of your boyfriend, "Well, um." you cleared your throat, "Uh this girl in the cafe was being rude to our customers and well of course, she had to make a scandalous scene unnecessarily, and majority of the employees were standing there just shocked and suprised," you told, "and my damn instincts told me to stop her, and I did. Miserably she slapped me when I told her to calm down and solve this like a normal adult, splashed me with water, that's why I probably look like shit right now." you mentally slapped yourself, "and there was this guy, um... He asked me for my number randomly, I didn't know what his intentions were, and he was going way out of the line saying he could do better than you treating me like I'm some piece of garbage getting ran by shitty cars in a road, when he doesn't know what you're literally doing right now is so fucking calming. And physically I slapped him, so someone had called the manager for my bold action, and nowㅡ" you stopped as you realized you were talking too much, "Did I talk too much?" you asked, "No. No, my love. You don't. You're suspended for 3 days, right?" he guessed, "Correct." you answered, "Dear God, my love, I'm sorry." he leaned in as he kissed your forehead, "You're amazing you know that?" he complimented you, "Mhm?" you hummed, "You're fucking amazing." he smiled, "You can stop with the jokes, Won." you rolled your eyes from embarrassment, his face dropped from your reaction, "Love, look at me." he told you, "Huh?" you looked at him straight at his face, "You're amazing, okay? So fucking amazing, and so fucking pretty, mhm?" he kissed your forehead once again, "Remember that. You are so strong standing up for yourself when I'm not by your side," he smiled, "And that guy you told," he reminisced, "bet he doesn't know how to take care of you and your needs." he sexually winked at you, "Won!" you slapped his muscled biceps making him wince, "What! For all I know he would probably treat you like some old garbage ran by cars," he joked making you laugh from the corny joke, "You are so corny Won."you sassily rolled your eyes, "But I'm honest my love, I am the luckiest guy on the planet to even hold you, kiss you, hug you and take care of you." he held your hand as he turned on his gear, "Let's go home yeah?" he asked, "Yeah. I'm kinda sleepy to be honest." you yawned.

[aeyumicore]

☾ .⭒˚ exclusive tutorial ♡ zayne x afab reader

⋆.˚ ☾ pairing: zayne x afab!reader (very fem!reader)

☾ .⭒˚ genre: smut, pwp, pwf

⋆.˚ ☾ word count: 7.6k

☾ .⭒˚ content warning: mdni, explicit sexual content, pure pure filth, public sex, fingering with gloves, sex on a pool table, unprotected sex, creampie, cervix fucking, cum as lube, choking, rough sex, dom!zayne, kinda power play? not really zayne is just a daddy, teasing with a cue stick idk, lots and lots of dirty talking, just filth idk what else

⋆.˚ ☾ video link: not necessary to watch in order to read and enjoy, but i highly recommend watching the memory for context and a visual for the fic! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jrsqvis0jkqn

☾ .⭒˚ a/n: hiiii guys <3 this is my continuation on the new ‘exclusive’ tutorial memory with my fav zayneeee. i hope you guys enjoy, i miss feeding y’all with delulu thoughts. i wouldn’t say i’m back though, i haven’t wanted to write as of late, it was honestly hard to push myself to finish this one. i feel like because i write in such detail, it starts to feel really repetitive, like i’m just writing the same things from my other fics over and over.

i’ll try to write when i have inspiration! i love u guys pls enjoy <3

⋆.˚ ☾ 18+ only ☾ .⭒˚ minors dni ⋆.˚ ☾ 18+ only ☾ .⭒˚ minors dni ⋆.˚ ☾

the sound of billiard balls colliding with one another pierces the brisk air of the empty billiard hall, save for you and the dashing surgeon eyeing you from across the table. you do your best to watch the colored balls scatter, and not the way zayne’s gloved hands grip his cue stick, or how his muscles ripple under the blue tie he wears so devilishly handsomely. 

you were a bit tipsy from the small bits of wine you’d drank at his alumni get-together, mostly to take the edge off from being in a room full of surgeons and doctors, all who knew zayne in some capacity. it wasn’t surprising how well-liked, respected, and admired zayne was amongst his peers, but it was a bit intimidating. though zayne never made you feel like it, sometimes it was hard not to feel small in his presence, and the presence of all his peers. 

but he always took it upon himself to make sure you never felt out of place amongst all his med school friends and acquaintances, introducing you to everyone who approached him looking for a morsel of his time.

and there were a lot of people looking to be graced with even a second of zayne’s time. 

even so, zayne always made you feel like the center of his world. always side glancing at you with a small, almost imperceptible, quirk to the corner of his lips when he spoke to his colleagues. or his broad palm, ghosting the small of your lower back as he nodded along to their ramblings of surgeries you couldn’t fathom understanding. sometimes, even taking it a step further, whispering huskily against your ear amongst the commotion of the reserved club, letting his breath tickle your exposed neck, as he tucked your hair behind your ear. 

honestly, you weren’t sure if he’d been purposely teasing you all night. but either way, combined with the wine, you were feeling tipsy, bold, and pent up.

and what better way to relieve that tension than a friendly game of pool?

at his silent observation of you and the scattered balls, you tease, “did i do something wrong, sir?” you purposely drawl out the last word, knowing how much it affects him when you let him take a position of authority and power over you. it was the perfect opportunity to tease him back, if even just a little. 

if zayne is affected by your words, he doesn’t let it show, much to your dismay. “you have more than enough strength. if you adjust your posture you’ll see better results.” you almost want to roll your eyes at how professional and proper he’s being, even in the emptiness of the billiards room. 

feeling emboldened at his attempts at stoicness, you only grin at him, “i need you to help me identify my weak spots via “hands-on” learning, sir.” you giggle as zayne clears his throat, rubbing the exposed side of his wrist in his billiard gloves. 

“we’ll work on your posture, then.” he makes it over to your side, leaning over the edge of the table to show you how it’s done. “like this. place your right foot back…” even in his demonstration, he looks so handsome and graceful in his black suit vest and dark blue tie. you have to bite the inside of your cheek to remind yourself that you’re the one teasing him. attempting to, anyways. 

you shake your head, doing your best to focus on the task at hand. you try to emulate his pose, but even without seeing yourself you can tell it’s not right. 

suddenly, his deep voice is right by your ear, “relax. you’re too tense.” you force yourself not to yelp as the feel of his warm breath tickles the area under your ear. you don’t turn to face him, but you can tell he’s smirking faintly. you flinch when his fingers tap your lower back twice. your body responds immediately, your back arching instinctively, almost provocatively. 

zayne’s grateful your back is turned to him, because his ears tinge at the sight of you bent over before him, your perfect back arching so sweetly. he holds back a groan at the sight, “now you’re too relaxed.”

you’re acutely aware of his cool hand still resting on your waist, “...it tickles.” you try to deflect from the irritating way your body responds to even his most gentle and innocent touches. 

“relax your left arm. allow it to bend naturally,” he uses his knuckle to tap your forearm, “your head, right arm, and the cue stick should form a straight line.” you follow his instructions, tilting your head to the left to align your posture. 

“how is it?”

“it…hurts a little.”

you can hear the smile in his voice, “that means it's correct.”

you turn your head so you can see him, giving him a questioning pout, “you’re so harsh, sir.”

zayne looks undeniably amused, “don’t tilt your head, you messed up your posture again.” 

you sigh in defeat, “is there an easier way? like something i can do without much trouble?”

zayne smiles smugly at you, “yes. but are you sure you want to do it?” you fight the shiver that threatens to overtake you. you honestly wonder where the professional and stoic zayne went, as the undertone of his words fills you with an anxious anticipation. 

but you steel your voice, hoping you won’t regret your next words, “bring it on.”

“don’t move for now,” zayne’s voice is husky as he repositions himself right behind you against the edge of the felt table, his hand coming down to cup yours. you can feel his heartbeat against your back, as he presses his hard chest into your back, skin exposed by the backless dress you wore for the occasion. your breath hitches as zayne once again regains the upper hand against your attempts at teasing him.

his breath is on your ear again, “your rhythm with the cue stick isn’t quite there yet. you need more “hands-on” training.” this time you actually shiver, as the double meaning of his words dawns on you. his crotch is pressed right up against your rear, his body fitting against yours like a puzzle. you’re sure zayne is doing this on purpose, as he uses your joined hands to thrust the cue back and forth.

“move the cue stick three or four times, then stop at the point closest to the ball.” you have a difficult time following his instructions as his gruff voice caresses your ear, his pelvis firm against your rear. really, you can only concentrate on not folding completely underneath him, otherwise you might notice the hard bulge pressed snugly against you. 

his gentle lips ghosting a kiss against the shell of your ear snaps you out of your reverie, “did you get that, sweetheart?”

“...yeah,” you whisper underneath him, doing your best to imitate the thrusting motion with your hands. but as zayne shifts slightly, you finally feel his erection behind you, and your mind goes blank.

“snap out of it. are you even listening to me?” you can hear the smug amusement in his voice.

“um, yes…pull back the stick…”

“very good,” his voice is smooth, almost a purr, above you, “just like that. now strike.” your body trembles, basking in his praise, but you pull back your cue stick and let it fly. the clinking of balls colliding sounds as you watch the striped red ball sink into one of the pockets.

“it’s in!” you cheer, forgetting briefly about the compromising position zayne had put you in as you both straighten up, “did you see that? it was a great shot! i’m so cool.”

“i did. your pool skills aren’t so much about technique, but rather, passion,” he teases, finding your excitement utterly adorable. he leans against the pool table, turning to face you, “all you need for pool is… a steady hand, precision, and a calm attitude.”

his hand reaches for your face, fingers grazing your reddening cheeks as he moves to tuck the hair that had fallen into your face when you were concentrating on the balls, tucking it neatly behind your ear and holding your jaw in his practiced fingers. the material of his gloves is smooth but deliciously rough against your burning skin, “once you’ve locked onto your target, don’t let go.”

you quiver at his words, and can’t help but wonder if he’s possibly talking about something else. your gaze wanders south when zayne briefly glances away, and you eye the bulge that is barely noticeable through the dark fabric of his dress pants. mischief and lust simultaneously overtake you.

“if a student does a good job, shouldn’t they get a reward?” you purr, gently batting your eyelashes as fiddle with the sleek wood of your cue stick. 

you don’t miss the way zayne’s adam's apple bobs as he swallows thickly, “and what exactly does my student want?”

you grin up at him, gently tapping the tip of your stick against his broad chest, “it might be difficult to hit this next ball. help me.”

zayne seems almost taken aback, but chuckles as he raises his eyebrows doubtfully at you, “is that all?”

you take a step closer, only your arms wrapped around your cue stick separating your bodies, “what’s wrong, dr. zayne? are you scared?” you giggle internally watching zayne scramble to maintain his careful composure.

“provocation doesn’t work on me.”

you bite back your scoff, wanting to see him lose the slightest grasp on his calculated control. you walk to the other side of the table, where the white cue ball awaits, “then come here.”

zayne follows you cautiously, until he stands a foot to your right. you turn to him expectantly, reaching out to brush your fingertips along the exposed skin of his left hand, still clad in his leather billiard gloves, “closer. or else i can’t reach it.”

despite zayne’s sigh, you can see the way his green eyes gleam with amusement as his adoring smile reaches up towards them. he inches closer to you, “what exactly…” you use that moment to gently push zayne backwards onto the billiards table. he catches himself easily, but allows you to push him backwards, until his back is practically resting on the felt table top. you step forward until you’re resting in between his thighs, standing over his hard body. he sits up, using his elbows to prop himself up against the table. 

“look, the ball’s so far away. i think it’s time to use a cue rest,” you giggle, bringing up your cue stick to playfully tap them on either side of his shoulder, making a dramatic show of deciding which of his shoulders to use as a rest.

zayne’s voice is husky as he chuckles, “using a cue rest would be overkill.” he sits up against your stick to stare at you with hooded eyes, the corner of his mouth twitching up in a faint smirk. you smile innocently back, tracing the stick down to the middle of his chest, hooking it under his blue silk tie and pulling upwards, loosening it.

the man beneath you clears his throat, “and this is inappropriate.” but his words don’t quite match the timbre of his voice, eyes still twinkling with amusement under the dim fluorescent lights of the bar. 

“but i think…you’re enjoying it, too,” you murmur softly, leaning forward until your body is flush against his crotch, your heat pressed right against his. you can feel him twitch underneath the restraint of his slacks, which subsequently causes your core to throb with an all-too familiar dampness.

zayne chuckles, a rich and deep sound that rings in your ears, averting his heated gaze, “i shouldn’t have taught you so much.” you only grin at him, setting down your stick against the table, pressing your hands against his hard abdomen. you can feel his muscles flex under the material of his suit vest as he tries to sit up further. but you only push him down more firmly, with your hand on his naval right above where his erection sat, proud and wanting to be let out. 

you glance up to be met with the rare sight of an absolutely flustered and reddened zayne. his lips are parted, slightly damp as he pants against your touch, a noticeable blush painting his cheeks and up to the tips of his ears. his breath is bated, eyes dark and hooded as they track your hands carefully. you reach up to grab his tie, tugging, but not hard enough to undo the soft knot. you use it to pull him towards him, shifting in between his legs and letting your body rub tortuously against his erection.

zayne looks almost pained as he grunts out, “who taught you to use your teacher as a cue rest?” his eyes are locked onto yours, dark, hazy, and demanding. 

“well, this cue rest’s heartbeat is going to affect my accuracy,” you tease matter-of-factly. zayne arches his eyebrow.

“is it my heartbeat that’s affecting your accuracy or yours?” you ignore him, slightly embarrassed that he knows your heart is pounding wildly, choosing to inch your hand down further in retaliation. it doesn’t take long for your fingers to reach zayne’s erection, as its length stands incredibly tall against his abs. 

zayne sucks in his breath when your fingers wrap around him through his pants, “if you actually want to learn, i can teach you another way…” he trails off as he leans in closer to you, his breath fanning across your lips. as he closes the distance between your lips, you use your left palm to push him back by his shoulders, using all the willpower you have to deny his kiss.

grinning cheekily at his dissatisfied grimace, “sir, this…seems to be lacking ‘professionalism’.”

zayne chuckles, “this is lacking professionalism?” he shifts, his dick twitching in your hands, as if reminding you who exactly was the unprofessional one between the two of you. it’s then zayne decides he’s given you enough time to delude yourself into believing you have the upperhand. before you can even blink, his gloved hand wraps possessively around your waist, pulling you down on top of him. your feet dangle in the air as he holds you securely against his body. you yelp as your dress rides up and zayne grips your bare thigh with his forceful fingers.

he chuckles huskily in your ear, your body resting atop his, “it’s a bit too late to back out now.” with that, he deftly flips both of you so that you find your bare back pressed against the soft felt of the billiards table, your knees propped up with zayne standing smugly between them.

he smirks triumphantly, “why don’t you let me show you?” he picks up his cue stick that had long been forgotten on the side of the table, expertly twirling it in his fingers so that it grazes your chest as he brings it up to rest against your exposed shoulder. you’re rendered a blushing speechless mess at the sight of him between your legs, towering imposingly above you. 

his hand brushes against your bare thigh as he pulls back his hand to steady the end of the stick, “watch closely. i’m only going to do it once.” you shiver as he bends down, so that your chests press together, his jaw clenched as he trains his eyes on the white cue ball. your heart hammers in your chest as you watch his handsome face concentrate, pull back the stick, and unleash his move. 

you crane your neck awkwardly to see that he easily sunk two solid balls, leaving him just the black eight-ball and one other solid left. he smiles smugly at your dumbfounded expression, but remains between your parted thighs. 

“no fair,” you whine, “you’re a surgeon so both your hands are sturdier.”

his eyebrows raise in amusement, “do you really think i need both hands?” something about the way he asks you makes you tremble in anticipation. he doesn’t give you a chance to answer before shifting his cue stick, trailing it down your shoulder to your chest, skillfully grazing your nipples that had hardened in all of zayne’s relentless teasing. the stick trails down to the hem of your dress, and then up your bare inner thighs.

you shiver uncontrollably at the foreign stimulation, “z-zayne, what are you – we shouldn’t…”

“hah…all of a sudden you care about what we should and shouldn’t be doing?” he chuckles. “besides, no one will interrupt us,” he murmurs as he finally ceases stroking your thighs with his cue stick, leaving behind a trail of blue powder residue. but before you can breathe a sigh of relief, his gloved hand snakes under your dress, gripping your thigh with his large outstretched fingers. the leather feels amazing against the sensitive plush of your inner legs, almost making you forget how very in public you were. 

“wh-what do you mean? how do you know?” you whimper almost pathetically as his cold fingers play with the lining of your panties, threatening to slip under and touch you where you want him most. you’re sitting up on your elbows, unable to shake his heated stare as he teases your body painfully slowly. 

“i reserved this entire hall, in case you were feeling overwhelmed with meeting all my old classmates and you needed some time alone,” he murmurs, reaching his fingers under the flimsy material of your panties. your heart swells at his thoughtfulness, always looking out for your well being, even when you yourself don’t think to. you’re snapped out of your adoration for the man before you when his fingers get dangerously closer to the wet mess you’ve been trying to ignore. 

“but still, we shouldn’t – not on this table…” but your body betrays your words as you can’t stop from bucking into his fingers when they graze your weeping slit, eager to be filled by him, again and again. he’s careful to only touch you with the fingers not fitted into his gloves — just his thumb, pinky, and ring finger grazing your sensitive region. even though you want more, zayne wields his limited digits adeptly, already bringing you pleasure that you couldn’t even fathom. and with just 3 fingers, none of them even inside you. 

“why are you saying one thing, when she–” he dips his lengthy ring finger into your swollen lips, ghosting along your throbbing hole as his thumb presses at your clit. the sound of your arousal squelching against his hand is loud as it cuts through the thick sexual tension in the air. “clearly wants something else?”

your moans are unabashed as he expertly toys with you, but never quite entering you. even so, you can feel zayne’s fingers working magic on your clit, having you seeing stars as he rubs inexplicable shapes around it, thumb lubed from your copious slick. you find yourself desperate to be filled by him, spurred on by the excitement that just down the hall are dozens of people just waiting for your boyfriend’s return. 

“z-zayne…” you plead, grinding yourself against the length of his finger.

“what is it, my love?” his alluring voice teases as his fingers continue on their tortuous journey, “do you need something from your teacher?”

“you know what i w-want!” you whine like a brat, trying to angle your pelvis so his finger slips in. he only halts his movements, instead bringing down one of his gloved fingers to squeeze your clit against his thumb. you yelp at the feel of the foreign fabric against the sensitive bundle of nerves, the feeling of it a conflicting mix of pleasure and hypersensitivity, bordering on pain. you could feel yourself quickly becoming addicted to the feel of his gloves against your more sensitive regions. 

“a good student should be able to tell her teacher,” he muses, the mischief and arousal evident in his own features. he’s hell bent on focussing his teasing on you, ignoring his thick erection that is still pressed into you, painfully restraining against his slacks and desperate to be inside you. zayne bends down to ghost a kiss along the shell of your ear, “you’re a good student right baby?”

you shiver at the filthy implications of his words, hooking your arms around his neck as he breathes against your sensitive ear. doing your best to form coherent thoughts in your brain, you mumble, “y-yes i’m a g-good student. i’m a good girl.”

unbeknownst to you, zayne bites his cheek at your words, his erection twitching eagerly at them. you most certainly were a good girl, his good girl. you knew that fact to be true, he knew it, and his cock definitely knew it. 

“yes, you are,” he affirms huskily into your ear, his warm breath making you shiver, “let me show you that i only need one hand to get the job done.” the confidence in his voice turns you on unbelievably more as you attempt to piece together the meaning of his words. as he reaches to grab his cue stick again, his bare ring finger simultaneously slips into you, and you realize he was not only referring to the fact that he only needed one hand to play pool, but one hand for you.

you whine out at the welcomed intrusion, bucking against his leather clad hand between your trembling thighs. you fall back gently at the sudden ecstasy, back arching deeply as it rests on the table top with your legs settled against zayne’s body. 

he hisses at the feel of your walls sucking his finger in at every pump, in awe of the way your body begs for him, “she’s so eager for me, look at her sucking me in. does it feel good with just one finger angel?”

the slight condescension in his teasing words only turns you on more, your back arching deeper into his hand, “zaaayne,” you pant, hands clawing at the felt, “feels s-so good.” you’re hiccuping between your words, wanting more from him.

as always, zayne knows your body even better than you do, because he slips his pinky in alongside his ring finger. his eyes never leave yours as he continues to pump himself into you. the stretch makes your eyes roll back, his thumb still pawing at your throbbing clit, threatening to burst from his expert touch. the sounds of his hands thudding against your wet skin cut lewdly into the limited space between you. 

zayne deftly twirls the cue stick in his one hand so that he rests it on your breast, perfectly aimed at the white cue ball. his fingers inside you pumps in and out in perfect rhythm, the length of them able to stroke your spongy g-spot at every thrust. your eyes are screwed shut, your body trying to accommodate the pleasure, arousal spurred on from the risk of anyone bursting through the billiard hall doors. 

you feel the tip of the stick tapping against your nipples, erect against the rough fabric of your cocktail dress. your eyes fly open to find zayne smirking down expectantly at you, his voice a deep seductive huff, “you need to keep your eyes on your teacher if you want to learn anything, y/n.” 

you force your eyes to stay and focus on his, though you can feel your eyelids droop as your brain fights to focus on anything other than the ecstasy zayne is imposing on your trembling body.

“that’s it, my love,” he coos at you, speeding up his fingers in the process. your head falls back as you moan shamelessly, feeling your gut tighten in response to his movements. you can feel your arousal dripping down your thighs, and you silently pray that it doesn’t drip onto the pool table.

suddenly, zayne’s thumb presses harshly onto your clit. your squeal filling the air as you sit up sharply, the sensitive ache bleeding into the immeasurable pleasure, only serving to intensify it further.  

“what did i say?” he growls, “eyes on me.” you nod obediently, desperate to please him. but you’re unsure if you’ll even be physically capable of following his demands. you watch the sharp jawed surgeon hovering over you, as he continues his assault on your core. 

he positions his cue stick over your shoulder again, his thrusts increasing in intensity as he concentrates on the balls behind you. the sight of him, so precise in the way he pleasures you without a single care to whose prying eyes could possibly see, while simultaneously so handsome in the way he handles his cue stick makes the coil in your gut tighten quicker than normal. 

“m-more, please,” you beg, feeling your release approaching and needing him to thrust you over the edge. 

“i can feel you tightening, love. are you close already?” zayne murmurs, still lining up his stick meticulously. you’re careful to keep your eyes on him as you nod fervently.

zayne smirks, “so quick, huh baby?” you ignore his teasing, grinding into his hand, desperate to release. he only chuckles in response, but curls his fingers inside you as he relentlessly strokes your clit. you can vaguely see him aiming his stick at the white cue ball, somewhere on the table by your head. 

“z-zayne, m’so close,” you warn him, the friction between his hand and your core far too much for you to hold out any longer, “gonna cum, gonna cummmm.” your fingernails dig into his covered biceps as you grip his arms, aching to feel his skin under yours. 

“yeah?” he briefly glances at you, shifting his gaze from the billiard balls, his pace on your cunt never faltering, “you gonna make a mess for me, all over the table, like a good girl?” without warning, zayne brings his leather clad index finger down to pinch your clit between it and his thumb. almost immediately you come undone over his hand, your moans and cries for him filling the billiard hall. you can vaguely hear the sound of pool balls colliding, the satisfying clack briefly entering your ecstasy clouded mind as you gush all over zayne’s gloves.

zayne talks you through your orgasm, his fingers slowing but not stopping, “that’s it, that’s my girl. look at you, ruining my gloves, huh?” you can only whimper in response, your clit trembling in his careful grasp. “so beautiful on this table for me.”

you’re a wailing mess, tears streaming down your face from the hypersensitivity of your orgasm. zayne watches your face contort in pleasure, in complete awe of how beautiful and unbelievably sexy you looked beneath him. his cock stirs uncomfortably, almost threatening to burst through the zipper of his pants. you don’t see the way his eyes light up in complete adoration of the woman he loves below him, making a mess all over his fingers, still inside you. he hadn’t planned to take you fully here. but the sight of you underneath him, in all your fucked out glory, slick dripping down your plush thighs, whimpering for him, he couldn’t hold himself back.

“i need to be inside you. you can take me right, my love?” 

before you realize what’s happening, zayne’s strong arms are wrapped around your waist, flipping you effortlessly so that your stomach is pressed into the table, your ass molded perfectly into his crotch, his leaking cock pressed right into you.

“z-zayne?” you yelp in surprise, wincing slightly at the way your spend smears against your inner thighs and cunt. when zayne doesn’t respond, you crane your torso backwards to see him bringing up his gloved hand to his mouth, shiny with your slick presumably coating them. using his teeth, he brings his middle finger to his teeth and yanks them off his pale and scarred hand. all the while his heated gaze captivates your own, hooded with a need so dangerous your core ignites with excitement. the sight before you makes your knees weak, buckling in anticipation.

the sound of zayne’s zipper being undone snaps you out of your shameless thoughts, and you watch as he undoes his pants just enough to pull his cock out from them. you gulp, licking your lips at the sight of him before you. his veins bulge, almost pulsing with the need to be nestled inside of your cunt, as his swollen angry head leaks copious amounts of clear pre cum, enough that it almost looked like he’d finished inside his slacks when he got you off with his fingers. 

zayne loosens his blue tie, tugging at it until you can see the gentle bobbing of his neck as his hungry eyes drink you in. you squeak when he taps his angry tip against your exposed pussy, smearing his slick against your own, the warm liquid making you shiver as it mixes.

you croak, using your last waning bit of rational thought, “w-what if someone comes looking for you?” you moan deeply when you feel zayne move your wet panties to the side, exposing your dripping slit to his hungry eyes and the air conditioned draft of the billiard hall. 

he presses his bare tip against your soaked lips, and your knees buckle under the sensitivity of your fading orgasm. luckily zayne holds you steady, his large hand wrapped securely around your waist as he teases his engorged tip up and down your exposed cunt.

“well then we’ll just have to be quick, can you do that for me love?” he lines up with your throbbing hole but waits for your consent before digging himself into you. the feel of his burning cock nestled in your core is enough to make you throw all inhibitions out the window, and instead of responding verbally, you grind yourself back onto him, trying to fucking yourself onto him. 

you revel in zayne’s deep throaty moan, his voice hoarse with desire, “you drive me absolutely insane y/n.” and with that, he presses his swollen tip into your waiting cunt. your eyes screw shut and your fingers grip the wooden edges of the table top as your cunt does its best to accommodate his never ending girth. your teeth bite down on your lips to try and keep your moans at bay, not wanting to draw any unwanted attention. 

“good girl,” zayne grunts out, his large hands massaging your hips soothingly, “perfect little pussy is sucking me in so well.” you flutter around him excitedly at his praises, to which zayne hisses, digging his fingers into the fat of your hips.

“not so tight, please,” he grits, stilling his descent into your warm cunt, “let me in, my love.” he twitches inside you, wanting nothing more than to be buried to the hilt.

“m’trying,” you pant, looking back to see his cock stuffed halfway inside of you, “m’trying zayne.” keeping one hand on your hip, grip so deliciously tight there’ll surely be hand shaped bruises the next day, he shifts his other hand to your front. his fingers snake up and under your dress, pushing your panties further to the side to flick against your clit.

you gasp out, the tension in your gut being forced to release. you feel the rest of zayne’s cock sink into you, brushing against your g spot as he gently hits your cervix. the delicious curve of his manhood causes his heavy cockhead to drag against all your sweetest spots as he begins to slowly move in and out of you. your cervix is no stranger to the feel of his tip brushing right up against it, your body growing to love the feeling of his bruising pace against your deepest parts.

“gripping me so tight,” he seethes, his hands weaving into your hair and pushing your face into the table, the smooth felt material rubbing against your cheek as he pounded you into the table. “you like it that much? like the idea of someone walking in and seeing this beautiful little pussy wrapped around my cock?”

your moans brokenly at his words, his pace intensifying. the threat of being caught coupled with the overwhelming way zayne absolutely takes your quivering body is almost too much for you, definitely too much for you to form a response to his words. your pussy can only tremble in response, as if not wanting to let him go each time he pulls out.

zayne’s fingers grip your hair harder, but still gentle enough that it makes your eyes roll back at the addicting sensation, “tell me baby.” his voice is low and demanding, making you want to please him at all costs.

“want someone to see you fuckin’ me,” you whine, cheeks heating up in embarrassment, “see that m’all yours.”

zayne groans at your words, driving himself harder and deeper into your womb, “they’d be disappointed to find out that this pussy already belongs to me, huh?” his fingers at your scalp grip your head as the intensity of his thrusts have your eyes leaking tears of utter fucked out pleasure. “made only for me.” his words hold such a possessive tone, making your stomach stir with butterflies. 

“s-so big zayne,” you ramble, your voice coming out as a mere whimper.

“just take it f’me, yeah?” his voice is low, his hand inching down from your scalp to your bare back, pressing your arched spine further into the table. “feels so fucking good when you wrap around me like this.”

you’re a moaning mess as he drills himself into you relentlessly, held up only by zayne’s firm hand pressed against your clit. your mind is consumed with only thoughts of him and the ecstasy he rains down upon your body.

zayne’s groans are vaguely audible over the deafening sounds of your ass rippling against his exposed pelvis, “can never get enough of you, my perfect girl.”

“should see how well she takes me, love. sucking me in like she can’t get enough,” he rasps, hand leaving your back to press on your tummy. “feel me here, princess?”

“y-yes!” you gasp, “feel you s’deep, need m-more zayne.”

zayne chuckles, his laugh so beautifully rich against the erotic sounds of his skin against yours, “you really think you can handle more, angel?”

“i can! i can!” you chant hazily, wanting nothing more than to please him as he drives into you intensely, his cockhead dragging against your g spot repeatedly. your eyes have a hard time staying open as zayne pushes you closer to your second orgasm of the evening.

his vigor increases impossibly, his hand leaving your stomach to gently grasp your neck, pulling you up towards his hard abdomen. you gasp when your arched spine hits his chest, as he effortlessly manhandles you into his body.

“will never get enough of you. of this perfect little cunt,” he groans into your ear, nipping at your earlobe. his hand presses down on your throat, holding you securely against him like you might disappear at any moment. the smooth material of his suit vest soothes the singed skin of your back, absolutely zero space between the two of your bodies. molded perfectly together into one. 

“she was made for me, huh? made for me to stretch every fucking night,” zayne grunts desperately as he thrusts up into you, your mind going numb from the pleasure of zayne’s massive girth rearranging your guts, leaving you once again unable to form words. his hand against your throat tightens against your neck when you don’t respond, the fingers at your clit squeezing demandingly, “answer me y/n.” the leather brushing against your nerves forces your mind to clear. 

“yes!” you gasp out, doing best to see through the fog of intense ecstasy and form coherent words, “m’all yours z-zayne, p-please don’t stop.”

“good fucking girl,” zayne pants, softly digging his teeth into your neck, lips latching on and sucking for dear life. your broken moans of pleasure fill the room when his teeth sink into your sensitive pulse point, and then his tongue lapping soothingly at the tender skin. the sounds of his skin slapping against yours are so obscenely loud and erotic, serving to push you closer to your impending climax. 

“i would spend my entire life buried inside you,” zayne grits against your neck, absolutely drunk off you. “you can handle it right, my love? for me?”

his words drive you closer and closer to your release. his fingers are still wrapped deliciously against your neck, applying just enough pressure that you have to gasp for your breaths, “y-yes! yes!”

“tell me what you want love,” zayne demands in between sucking at your neck, leaving behind a string of hickeys and saliva. he glances down briefly to see the shiny slick pooling around the base of his length disappearing and reappearing inside your fluttering cunt. the sight of it makes him moan, gasping huskily into your ear. the sound of his desperation makes you clench around him, tip-toeing closer and closer to your release.

“z-zaayne,” you drawl, “m’so close. w-want to cum for you. please let me cum f’you.” zayne swears under his breath, grip releasing on your neck to hook around your waist. zayne lifts you off his length and spins you around. you yelp, legs instinctively wrapping around his hard abdomen as he orients you to face him, ass resting on the edge of the pool table. your elbows straighten behind you as your prop yourself up with your palms flat on the felt top. 

“need to see your beautiful face,” zayne demands, his fingers reaching up to grip your chin, craning your face to meet his and bringing your lips to his. his lips are delightfully demanding against yours, tongue forcing its way in to claim your entire being. 

to your dismay, he rips away, a string of saliva connecting your panting breaths. zayne’s eyes pierce yours intensely, “tell me how much you want it.” your thighs clutch around him as his hand snakes down where your bodies are joined to rub at your clit again. 

“s-sooo much zayne,” you cry pathetically, tears forming in the corner of your eyes, “please let me cum for you, m’a good girl, d-deserve to cum.”

your begging drives him insane, the vigor of his thrusts reaching an all time high. the way zayne thrusts up into your body makes you drool, feeling like his personal pocket pussy, and you love it. his hot throbbing length reaches all the deepest parts of your cunt, making your eyes roll back, your hands wrapping around his neck as his strong hands hold your thighs up against him, leaving finger shaped bruises. the undoubtedly expensive pool table underneath you shakes under the intensity of zayne’s thrusts, slightly scraping and sliding against the linoleum floor.

“okay my love, anything for you,” he muses, leaning in to kiss down your collarbone, “not too loud okay? can you do that for me?”

you nod fervently, though you’re not sure if you can keep your promise. his lips on your chest definitely make those words seem far fetched. 

“i-i have to cum,” you pant, unable to keep your orgasm at bay any longer, “m’cumming zayne, p-please don’t stop.”

zayne’s lips abandon your neck, using the hand not on your thigh to cup your chin once more.

“i’m not gonna last much longer with you squeezing me like that,” he groans, “you gonna take it baby?” you do your best to nod, but that’s not enough for zayne.

“answer me, sweet girl,” he purrs, “or do i have to teach you another lesson?”

“y-yes, m’gonna take it all. please zayne,” you plead, needing to feel him fill you as you cum for him. 

zayne smirks, so devilishly handsome as beads of sweat form on his temple, “so damn gorgeous when you beg for my cock.” his lips capture yours again, tongue tasting every inch of you. you kiss him back feverishly, wanting to be filled with nothing but him.

he pulls away, instead kissing the tears that had fallen down your cheeks, “who does this pussy belong to, y/n?”

“y-you! belongs to you zayne!”

“good fucking girl. now cum for me.” 

the command in his words sends you toppling into the abyss as you cum all over him. except this time it’s so much more moist than the orgasm you had when his fingers rearranged your guts. you can vaguely feel the gush of liquid against his expensive slacks as your mind goes blank, only able to accommodate the pleasure and no other senses.

zayne’s eyes trail down to where your bodies connect, watching in awe as you squirt all over him. the feeling of your cunt pulsating so snugly around his length, almost too tight if not for your fluids coating every inch of him, drives him to his own orgasm. his cock trembles violently as he buries himself to the hilt, emptying inside of you, endless streams of cum coating your throbbing walls.  

once the last of his essence has been absolutely drained from him, zayne languidly thrusts up into you, obsessed with the feeling of your collective spend against his softening erection. you whimper at the feeling, gently tapping against this chest, “n-no more. s’too sensitive.”

zayne chuckles, slowing in his movements and pressing a tender kiss to your forehead, “sorry love. just wanted to make sure i got it as deep as possible.”

you sigh contently, tightening your arms across the back of his neck and burying your face into him, inhaling the sweet scent of him. the two of you bask in the moment, with him still nestled inside of you.

“we should head back to everyone else zayne. they’ll be wondering where you are,” you mumble into his shoulder, fingers stroking his soft raven hair. “there’s always a bright eyed doctor looking for you, wanting to sing your praises,” you tease.

“and yet the only person i want looking for me, is you,” he smiles faintly, rubbing soothing circles into your thighs, his large hands never leaving your body for even a second.

you blush at his words, trying to deflect, “you’re a flatterer.” and yet there is a sincerity behind his words that makes your heart thrum erratically. he only smiles warmly at you, nothing but adoration, happiness, and utter satisfaction clouding his hazel irises. 

“for you, i’ll be anything,” and with his glimmering eyes on yours, zayne carries you off the table, gently setting you back on the floor after making sure you’re able to stand by yourself. 

he chuckles as your knees wobble, “do you need me to carry you for the rest of the night?”

“now, what would your colleagues think if they saw the esteemed dr. zayne carrying his female companion around in such a formal setting?” you tease him, wincing as your panties settles onto your soaked cunt, absolutely dripping and spent.

“i don’t think anyone would question me carrying you, if they saw the state you’re currently in,” he grinned, smoothing some of your undoubtedly disheveled hair behind your ears.

you teasingly smack his shoulder, to which he heartily laughs, holding your waist with his outstretched hands “is it that bad?” you whisper worriedly, doing your best to smooth out your dress. however, there was nothing you could do about the slick dripping down your thighs until you found a restroom.

“it just means i did my job right,” he smirks at you, eyeing the plethora of hickeys littered against your soft skin. there’s a thoroughly ravished glow about you that he doubted anyone would not be able to notice. above all, the smell of him and sex is so deeply etched into your scent, there’s absolutely no way people wouldn’t know where you two had disappeared off to. the thought of that fills zayne with a deep sense of satisfaction and arousal. 

you give him an unamused look in response. he chuckles lowly, holding his arm out for you to grab, ever the gentleman. it slightly irks you how annoyingly debonair, dashing, and collected he looks, not a hair out of place, even after your vigorous activities. 

“ready to go?”

you latch onto his outstretched arm, feeling exhausted but unbelievably happy to be here with zayne. hand in hand, the two of you head out of the billiard hall you were sure you’d never forget.

“wait! we have to finish our game!” you exclaim, halting and dragging him back towards your table, where your cue sticks still sat.

zayne only raises his eyebrow at you, letting himself be dragged along by you, “we already finished. i won.”

“what do you mean–” it’s then you notice all his solid colored balls are gone, along with the black eight ball.

“wh-when did you do that!? i call foul play!” you whine, “i want a rematch.”

“though i’d be more than happy to teach you another lesson,” his eyes shine with amusement, clearly referring to something else, “we need to make a reappearence before someone finds us in here. we look quite incriminating in here.”

you pout, knowing he’s right. despite your best efforts, there’s no doubt you look like you’ve just been dragged through a wind tunnel. but you were so incredibly competitive. and an even sorer loser. 

zayne chuckles at your adorable grimace, your arms crossed over your chest. he gently pries your arms apart and holds your hands in his, “i’d be happy to take you home and give you a rematch of tonight. how does that sound?”

“fine…” you sigh reluctantly, letting him guide you back to the main hall of the club, “since when did you have a pool table at home?”

zayne doesn’t turn to you, but you can see a slight upturn in the corner of his lip, “i don’t.”

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[sanmoskisserofficial]

giggles giggles giggling profusely hiiii :3c nice guys finish last, redundant, scattered, uptight, and jinx for sanford. or doc if u wanna talk about him a little more <333 (or both if u feel up for that <3)

hiiii hi honey THANK YOU i'm sorry i took forever to get to this ough

Nice Guys Finish Last - what do your f/o(s) do when you "run out of gas" emotionally and/or socially? what do you do for your f/o(s) when they feel that way too?

when bite runs out of energy, sanford will do what he can to get it out of whatever situation it's stuck in. this often happens in the way of him getting bite a blanket and something to bite if it's like... dealing with negative energy from being burnt out. if it's just tired, sanford will hold it until it catches up on energy and starts to feel better.

in the event sanford runs out of gas, though, bite will usually try to keep his attention on it, mainly to make sure nobody gets snapped at, or, in the case of being tired, it will literally lay on top of him. partner quiet time.

on the other hand, when bite runs out of gas around doc, he'll usually get it to a quiet area and make sure it's hydrated. that's usually like his first plan of action and he goes from there depending on the situation.

when doc runs out of energy, bite also tries to get him to a quiet area and will kind of. stand guard to make sure nobody bothers him while he's recuperating. i hope that makes sense <3

Redundant - who says "I love you" first and how? (just in spoken words, using actions, writing it down in a letter, etc etc) who says it more often? do either of you struggle with saying it to each other?

with sanford, bite absolutely said it first. the two of them are pretty equal in how often they say it to each other, and i think between the two of them, bite struggles a little more with saying it.

okay so i've already kind of gone over this with doc in another post (you can find that here) for the "who said it first and how" but. to kind of go over the other part of the question. bite *definitely* says it more often. i see doc as being very awkward about saying it verbally but he definitely has little signs and ways to say it that aren't verbal. very similar to a thing my spouse and i do (we have a little hand motion we do) so i think it's more like that rather than spoken word from him. god i hope that makes sense.

Scattered - do you and your f/o(s) have any sort of scrapbook with pictures and memories with each other? if you don't, is there anything else you have to keep track of all your memories together? (i.e. a digital photo album, pictures in each other's wallets, love letters to each other, etc)

sanford definitely has like. a picture in his wallet of him, deimos, and bite. they're a triad okay. it's very important to me that people understand this.

edit. they both have this picture in their wallets, okay? it's vital that you know this <3

doc and bite have more of a digital photo album saved to their technology that they both use. each photo has a date attached and a note somewhere to go with it.

Uptight - do you and your f/o(s) stay up late together? or does one of you stay up and the other ends up falling asleep/going to bed early? what sorts of things do you do for each other if you can't sleep?

sanford usually goes to bed earlier, i think he has more of a military sleep schedule somehow. bite stays up super late. usually until around the time sanford wakes up and sanford is always like "why the fuck do you do this. please. sleep like a normal person". if one of them can't sleep, cuddles become mandatory.

doc's incredibly guilty of like. rarely sleeping. so he and bite will stay awake together until one of them falls asleep. if sleep is necessary for one or both of them, they'll like. find a nice cozy little spot to cuddle and likely fall asleep in.

Jinx - how clingy are you and your f/o(s) with each other? who's the clingier one in your relationship and in what way? (physically, emotionally, socially, etc)

with sanford, bite's more physically clingy i think. also probably emotionally and socially tbh. sanford's kind of physically clingy with it but not nearly quite as much, and rarely lets it out of his sight in social settings? if that makes sense for this. i have no idea if it does <3 oh well

bite's INCREDIBLY clingy with doc, in nearly every sense of the word and it's probably clingier than doc. doc is a little clingy with it as well, but in more of a sense of worry? i hope that also makes sense but oh well if it doesn't /lh

thank you for enabling my gayass <3

[h2bakugou]

Helloooo love ur ficsss😌🤌can u maybe do one of the reader noticing Bakugou, Todoroki, kirishima, Sero, and Deku get boners because of the reader✨

a/n: hiiii!!! thank you <3 of course!! this is such a great request bye- i love this

all characters aged up 18+ au!!

headcanon: them getting a boner because of their s/o

key: (y/n) - your name / (f/n) - first name / (l/n) - last name / (e/c) - eye color / (h/c) - hair color / (y/q) - your quirk

warnings: swearing, fluff, boners, handjobs, lusting over u cuz the boys are simps <3, one mention of the reader wearing a skirt uniform/having boobs

nsfw under the cut!!

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katsuki bakugou

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You’re third years now. You’re older, mature, and you’ve grown.

Bakugou and you have been together since your first year, but now that your both almost 19, it seems like such a long time ago.

But as you’ve expressed to Bakugou, your third year uniform seem to have gone missing. Whether you’d misplaced it or lost it entirely-it was not in your drawer.

Pulling on the uniform you’d gotten your first year was a struggle. But it miraculously fit. A little more than you’d hope.

While you fit into the skirt, it barely hung past your mid thigh, and the shirt-with the first two buttons undone, had you slightly embarrassed. Hoping to hide it with a tie and your jacket-the only piece to your third year uniform that you’d managed to find-you struggled to find the courage to leave your dorm.

 But you did, and you trudged into the class room, holding your back in front of your thighs, praying no one said anything.

You may have received a few teasing comments from your friends, joking about how awful the outfit looked.

But one pair of eyes never left you.

Bakugou’s.

Staring at you as soon as you entered the room, he was gripping the edge of his desk, blood running all the way to his dick.

It felt wrong to see you like this.

Legs exposed, thighs plush and on display for others to see. Your skin was damn near seeping through that shirt.

“Hey Katsu!” You smiled, sitting in your regular seat behind him. But as soon as you’d sat down, he was tugging you through the halls with him to the nearest lockable closet.

Shoving you inside he started to kiss you roughly, running his hands all over you until you glanced down and noticed the tent in his pants.

“Aw did someone get excited over lil ‘ol me?” You teased, running a hand down his chest, slipping it into his pants.

“Look at you. What were you thinkin?” He growled, lurching forward as your hand began to stroke his cock.

“I couldn’t find my uniform!”

“It’s in my dorm dumbass! You slept over Friday.” Bakugou groaned, locking his lips to your neck.

“Oh yeah, I did.” You giggle. He couldn’t keep his hands to himself at all, he was a mess.

With your hand working at his cock, he was bound to cum in his pants at this point.

But then your hand left, leaving him high and dry at his highest.

“Hey-”

“Stop being so horny.” You placed a kiss on his cheek.

“Meet me in my dorm later.” You winked, leaving him to deal with himself after that.

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shoto todoroki

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Seeing you in his home made him smile. He was a pretty simple guy. You’d moved in with him after graduating from U.A. since his house was huge.

Perhaps warning you for something else

Okay so anyway, just seeing you lounge around his house in his clothes. Maybe you’re trying to get on at more agencies, or doing some work studies with pros, just seeing you sit on the couch talking to Fuyumi in his U.A. grad sweater and a pair of comfy sweat shorts makes him smile.

But when he comes home from either working, or perhaps cleaning up after dinner and sees you lounging in his bed in just one of his shirts he’s rushing to lock the door to his room behind him.

“Hey Sho-”

His lips are on yours in an instant, his hands running up your legs as he hovers over you.

You can feel his boner press against your thigh as he trails his kisses down your neck.

You’re smiling as you reach your hands up to touch your boyfriend, slipping them into his pants.

“I love you.” Shoto whispers as you begin to stroke his cock, a few whimpers rolling off his tongue as he hunches over you, your fingers teasing the tip of his dick.

He’s biting your shoulder trying to stay quiet as you jerk him off, and you know he’s close by the way he twitches in the palm of your hand and whines in your ear.

“What got you all excited?” You tease, slowing your movements to prolong his pleasure.

“Y-you.” He mutters, embarrassed. You smile and kiss his cheek, allowing him to finish in his boxers. He’s staring at you with teary eyes as you pull out your hand and lick off his spend from your fingers.

“Should I spend the night in your room tonight then?” 

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eijiro kirishima

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You’re living together after U.A. 

Between having friends over and work, he tries to keep up spending time with you too.

But sometimes he gets carried away.

He can’t help but dream of you at work, usually when he’s stuck doing paperwork or something dull.

His mind drifts to you, in his clothes, or completely naked. 

So of course when you walk into his office completely unannounced in something sexy, he’s straining himself as his cock struggles in his tight pants.

“Hey Kiri!” You smile, holding a lunch wrapped in a shade of crimson similar to his hair.

“H-hey beautiful!” He’s biting his bottom lip as he stares at you. It’s hard to focus after the daydream he’s just had about fucking you, and now you’re standing in his office wearing something so-

“You forgot your lunch at home hun.” You say sweetly as you walk over and place it on his desk. He’s trying to scoot up further but you catch a glance of his excitement before he can hide it.

You can’t really place when the last time you actually had sex was, you’d both been so busy.

Standing behind him and leaning an arm down to free his cock from his pants, you place a few kisses on his ear down to his cheek.

“Are you free tonight?” You ask quietly as you begin to stroke his cock. Kirishima’s mouth hangs open as he grips the edge of his desk, nodding feverishly.

“I can’t stop thinking about you.” He mumbles, your fingers gliding over the head of his cock. You smile and shake your head.

“I can tell. I’ll be waiting for you when you get home.” You give him a few more strokes before pulling your hand away, moving to kiss him tenderly on the lips.

He whines as you pull away. He kisses back with a passion, wishing he could just take you over his desk.

“Wear the red one.” He calls to you as head toward the door.

“And thank you for the lunch.” He smiles.

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hanta sero

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Ah Sero, Sero, Sero.

This man gets hard at like simple things-KSFSKFK

It’s not a bad thing by no means, like 

He just loves you it’s so sweet.

But particularly, during a movie night, you’re cuddled up on him, laying on his chest as he rubs your back.

You’re not wearing any pants, just underwear and one of his silly little graphic tees.

Your legs are warm, your head is on his chest. He’s foaming at the mouth because all he has to do is glance down your back and he can see your ass.

It makes him harder than a rock.

You can feel him get hard, but you decided to tease him.

Shifting just to tease his cock as it prods at your legs, he’s only wearing some boxers and a tee shirt too.

But he knows you know when you whimper as his cock ruts against you.

You’re sitting up and resting on his hips as you trail a hand down to his boxers, pulling his cock out as you begin to jerk him off.

You’re not even batting an eye as you continue to watch the movie, your boyfriend moaning underneath you as he palms at your hips, maybe reaching them up to tease your nipples or moving them down to squeeze your ass.

He’s cumming in a matter of minutes as you smile and glance down at him, feeling his spend run down your hand.

“So horny.” You tease, leaning down to kiss him as he grins.

“Only for you.” He responds. 

He’s hard again when he watches you lick his cum off of your hand, and he’s ready for round two. This time it’s your turn.

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izuku midoriya

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Deku is quite easy to fluster, but he usually knows when to be serious if he’s in let’s say a public setting.

However, if there’s a lockable room he may not be as serious.

He’ll probably get hard in a similar way to Sero-that sounded weird i-

I MEAN LIKE the situation. please 

You’re laying in bed listening to him talk about hero stuff or maybe about something he learned.

You’re laying on him, in one of his baggy shirts with nothing on underneath. In your defense you were getting ready to shower.

He pulled you onto the bed and tried to say on topic, but with you just looking so innocent as you lay on your stomach, your bare ass on display for him to glance at as he tells his stories, he’s turning red and fumbling with his words as his cock begins to strain against his shorts.

It’s so easy to tell he’s horny. He’s suddenly embarrassed to talk about things, or he finds it hard to maintain eye contact.

You sit up and can’t help but notice the tent in his shorts. It’s hard to not miss.

“Izu, are you okay?” You ask innocently as you position yourself between his legs, running your hands up his thighs until you can hook your fingers under the waistband of his shorts.

“I-I I’m great! What are you-”

His breath is stolen as you begin to stroke his cock in your hand, bringing your lips forward to kiss the head teasingly.

He’s gripping the sheets as you jerk him off, toying with him as you call him horny and naughty.

“I love you.” He mumbles in between moans and whimpers. You reply with an I love you before he cums, making a mess all over his shorts and your hand.

“You should come shower with me.” You wink, pulling him off of the bed as you guide him to the bathroom.

“Yeah!” He smiles, his heart swelling a little more because of you.

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masterlist

[kira-fluff]

please please PLEASE may we have a part two to the 'only one bed' piece you posted 🥺🥺 your writing is INCREDIBLE and I loved it so much 🥺🥺🥺 if u decide to do a part two then thank u so much in advance,, hope u have a good day 🥺

a/n: you asked for it (some others did too but this anon was so adorable so I’m replying to this one) so I’m gon’ give it to u <3 also, THANK YOU I am being 1000% honest that your comments seriously brought me to tears I was SO happy you all loved it. when I say pt.2, I kind of assume that it’s with the same characters (since no one specified others) so that’s what I’m gonna do! 

Context provided, don’t worry babes 

WARNINGS: sexual harassment, intoxication, extremely heavily suggestive (it gets pretty spicy)

Also contains spoilers from part 1 but like why would you even read part 2 if you haven’t read part 1? Get outta here and read it!! (Why is this even a warning? I don’t know don’t question my methods) 

- 

“There’s only one bed” [PT.2] PT.1

Saeyoung 

You awoke to a sleeping Saeyoung, his toned arms enveloping your small body in a hug. Shamelessly, you laid still for a few moments longer.

When you’d noticed him stirring awake, you quickly shut your eyes once more, trying to conceal your growing smile 

Saeyoung blinked a few times before registering at last where he was 

He needed a little more time to register why you are in his arms 

Pretending to be asleep again, you nuzzled further into his chest, letting out a soft groan 

Saeyoung’s mind flew to DANGER MODE 

He felt kinda guilty holding you in his arms because let’s face it there’s no way he isn’t enjoying this 

He was so stunned that, for once, he was at a loss for words (shocking, I know) 

Blinking out of his stupor, he murmured, “Y/N?” 

His morning voice was... nice. 

You pretended to “wake up”, fake yawning before saying, “Yes, Saeyoung?”, subtly batting your eyes a little 

(It wasn’t subtle) 

But since Saeyoung is an actual fucking moron, he can’t tell the difference 

Play it cool, Seven. She can’t know that you know she was doing this all night and you didn’t do anything. 

“Wow”, Saeyoung choked out a laugh, “I didn’t know you liked me this much.” 

You look down, in between the two of you before slowly making eye contact with him again, smirking in disbelief, “I could say the same to you.” 

A slow blush crept up his face at the innuendo 

But he was NOT about to lose 

Saeyoung Choi is NOT a loser 

“Oh, yeah? Well, I wasn’t the one screaming my name last night.” 

You gasped, “Screaming?! I didn’t scream -- I would’ve remembered a dream like tha-- Oh!” You quickly covered your mouth, already feeling regret seeping into every bone of your body.

Saeyoung openly chuckled, looking at you with a sort of darkness in his eyes 

“You’re more dangerous than this whole mission.”

You were still out of sorts, failing to come up with a comeback besides a quiet, “I wasn’t screaming.”

A shit eating grin replaced the cool smirk on Saeyoung’s face 

“I win.” 

“Eat a dick, Seven.” 

“Sorry, I think I’m more attracted to the one who was moaning out, ‘Oooh, Saeyoung~~~’“ 

You threw a pillow straight in his face, muttering a “shut up”, blushing profusely 

Ever the competitive fucker, Saeyoung proclaims an all out pillow fight

It is WAR 

Throwing pillow after pillow at each other in between giggles and taunts and jeers 

“Take no prisoners!” you shouted, feeling unbeatable

Until Saeyoung grabbed your ass, pulling you down with him, earning a yelp from you 

“What the fuck, Sev’?! You cheater!!” 

“I don’t know, my hand’s a lot more comfortable here!” 

You scoffed, “Oh, YOU! YOU are gonna GET IT!” 

Saeyoung threw back his head in laughter but abruptly stopped when you grabbed his face with both your hands, and forcefully kissed him 

He let out a “MMPH!”, eyes wide 

Before, of course, kissing you back with equal force 

Gasping for air at last, you spoke in between breaths, “I......win..”

“Actually, darling, I think I just did.”

Noticing your loss for words, he smirked before asking, “So.... what’s my prize?” 

You didn’t have to be asked twice, “I think I have something in mind...”

His eyes met your own before slowly scanning your body, then snapping back to your eyes once more 

You bit your lip 

“I know you’ll lose at least one thing tonight.” 

“Bold of you to assume--” 

“Just shut up and kiss me again.” 

Wish granted ;) 

Yoosung 

Yoosung glanced away, taking a deep breath before saying, “Yeah, yeah I did. I really like you.” You couldn’t hold back the big ol’ smile that took over your face as you proudly declared, “Me too!!” Right when Yoosung was going to go in for a kiss, he saw his auntie suddenly right next to the both of you

“Oh my GOD when did you get here?!”

She smirked, “My question first, dearie, what did you two like?” Neither of you answered, your cheeks growing red

“You know, the first time your uncle did it with me I felt the same way. Like, what a man! Must run in the fam--” 

“OKAY! THANK YOU FOR THAT AUNTIE BUT BREAKFAST IS CALLING MY NAME MM SMELLS GOOD SEE YOU LATER.” 

Your blush didn’t leave you as you smeared strawberry cream cheese on your toasted bagel. This trip was going to be very VERY difficult. Thank God there was alcohol. And Yoosung. And probably dogs. And Yoosung. Yeah. Gotta love relatives.

Following this stunning confession, you felt dumb because, well, you still didn’t know where you really stood with Yoosung 

So when night came, you were ready to go to a party 

Putting on your earrings and making sure your clothes were laid properly in place, you stepped out of the resort room to a waiting Yoosung 

“H-hey, thanks for waiting for me,” You nervously tucked a stray hair behind your ear. 

Yoosung avoided eye contact, opting for a stiff nod 

You gazed deeper into the side of his head, feeling hurt. 

But... you decided not to say anything. 

Walking together to the reserved room the resort had made in preparation for Yoosung’s uncle was awkward, not a single word spoken between the two of you 

When you arrived, Yoosung’s eccentric uncle immediately shouted, “’Sung ‘Sung! Get over ‘ere! We’re gonna have a part-ay!!” 

You suddenly understood why Chaewon was the way he was 

and why Yoosung’s parents forced him to go on this trip instead of themselves 

Since you didn’t know his name, you opted for your nickname -- Uncle Alcohol 

Cuz he had a LOT of it 

In number, and in the amount he shoved down his throat at any given time

Seriously, how is this guy already drunk?!

You watched as Uncle Alcohol shoved a sloppy arm around Yoosung, not so quietly shouting something in his ear above the blaring music 

You were too far away to hear, thank goodness, but you took note of the way Yoosung immediately blushed and shook his head fervently, his hands held in front of his chest 

Before you could take in the atmosphere further, you felt a shiver down your back

Immediately turning around you saw the oh-so-famous Chaewon 

“Heeeyyyyyyy babbeeheehe...... Wannnaaa..... sliiidee in my room tonighhht?” Laughing in a way what made you cringe and your ears numb, you replied, “No thanks, bud. You should probably get some water.” 

“Nooo I want youuuu” Grabbing your boob in his hand, he laughed again, saying, “Nice” 

Oh my god.. where the fuck is Yoosung?? 

You quickly slapped away his hand, shouting, “Stay the hell away from me asshole! Try anything else again, and I won’t give a shit that you’re drunk or Yoosung’s family, I will call the cops on you!” 

He acted as if he didn’t hear you, but must’ve gotten the message because he sauntered over to another group of girls 

Aren’t those his cousins? What the fuck is WRONG with that guy?! 

The loud smack and curses answered the question. You didn’t attempt to help when you saw them proceed to beat the absolute shit out of him, blood and all. 

What you needed was a drink. Something really, really strong. 

You walked over to the resort bar tender

Something about your face must’ve given it all away because he began with a “Rough night, huh?” 

“Do not even fucking ask me about it. God, please, I’m sorry that was rude. I just need something strong... just give me three fingers of rye.” You waved your hand nonchalantly, sitting at a bar stool. 

“Are you sure, lady? You don’t look the type to handle that kinda liquor..”

“That’s kind of the point.”

He sighed, “Look... I’m not supposed to condone you getting completely shit-faced.. but you look like you need it tonight. I’ll make something a little easier down the throat, okay?” 

You nodded, exasperated. 

You didn’t know what it was, but it did the trick. It’s fruity taste easily passed down your throat, leaving you feeling lighter and more at peace. 

“’nother one.” 

He obliged, pouring another glass for you. 

Four drinks in and your world was already unbelievably wobbly. 

You were seeing double, looking at the bartender’s second form 

You laughed, it all seemed to funny 

Standing up, you stumbled over to the dance floor, grabbing one of Uncle A’s craft beers. 

Dancing was fun for a few minutes, grateful no one had bothered you. 

But you sat down, tears suddenly welling in your eyes 

You were alone. 

Yoosung. 

Your mood brightened just by remembering his name

Giggling, you called out, “Yoosuuungg~~~” repeatedly around the room 

One of the cousins heard your call, laughing because everything was funny, before grabbing Yoosung’s arm and shouting what they’d just heard 

Yoosung quickly glanced over at you, brows furrowed. They softened a little upon seeing your drunken state 

He’d had a beer or two, but the good feeling got old quickly and he sobered up by the time he’d noticed his cousins acting like complete fools 

Upon seeing him, your smile grew to a big, childish grin 

“Hiiii Yoosuuunggg...” 

“Jeez, Y/n, how much did you drink?” 

You giggled, playfully sticking out your tongue, “not sure~ a few.. probably..?” you laughed again, winking at him 

“Hey, let’s get you some water, yeah? On second thought.. we gotta get outta here. I’ll carry you to our room.” 

Your eyes shamelessly stared at his lips, not listening to a word he was saying 

“Yoosunngg~~ I want you to fuck meeee” 

Yoosung held the bridge of his nose in between his fingers, “L-let’s just go.” 

Putting your arm over his shoulder, he carried most of your weight. 

“Yoosuuung I want to have your babiess~~” 

Yoosung blushed and looked down, continuing to walk, “You’re way too drunk.” 

“Yoosunggieee I want to know what it feels like to have your d--” 

He quickly shushed you, looking around for other observers

He basically ran to your resort room from there

Taking a long sigh as he finally had got you in the room, he wiped some sweat off his face 

Just when he’d gotten up to get a water bottle for you, he heard retching noises

Before he could stop you, you upchucked all over yourself and some of the cheap resort carpeting 

Groaning in physical and emotional pain, Yoosung muttered a quiet, “why me” 

Before putting his arms under your arm pits and dragging you to the bathroom 

He spent a good 10 minutes just trying to get the stupid shower to turn on because of course at any other place than your own house it’s never easy 

Then, after getting the temperature just right, he forced you to down at least half of the water bottle 

“Are you able to take off your clothes by yourself, Y/n?” 

You giggled back, shaking your head 

“Liar.” 

“Help me take ‘em off pweaseee” 

“No!” 

You started tearing up again, your lip wobbling 

“You know I can’t do that sweetie, you’re drunk.”

“No ‘m not.” 

“Yeah, you are.” 

You looked up at him before sighing and lifting up your shirt, fully exposing half of your naked body to him 

He screamed like a little girl, running and slamming the door behind him 

You pouted, “That’s no fun.” 

After getting out of your clothes, you devised another poorly thought through plan

“Yoosunngggieee I need help washing myselffff” 

“Um.. okay, lemme go see if I can get a hold of someone...”

“I want it to be you. I want it to be you who sees me like this. I want it to be you. Only you.” 

“S-stop..” He said through the door. 

“Please?” 

Sighing, Yoosung knew there was no one who wasn’t drunk or available to help. 

He did what any good guy would do. He proceeded to blind fold himself, opting for reaching his hands out to guess and where things were. 

You laughed, “’Sunggiee you know you’re still gunna be touchin’ me” 

“I’m not going to.”

“You said you’d help me!” 

“Yeah, getting shampoo or something like that!” 

“How ya gunna do that with somethin’ over your eyes?” 

“I didn’t think it through that far.” 

You sighed, conceding and attempting to wash yourself (which ended pretty badly) but, keeping his word, he managed to assist you the best he could without touching you. 

He pitied the hangover you’d have... and the regret. 

 At last carrying you to bed after getting you another drink of water, he began cleaning the putrid stain you’d left on the carpet. 

It was about 5AM when he’d finished, finally crawling into bed. 

He thought about the way it felt last night compared to now

and he blamed himself. 

He was the one that made you get so drunk you essentially passed out 

Looking at you again, he sighed. 

Tugging you close into his arms, he whispered a soft, “I’m sorry.” 

Your subconscious must’ve heard him because you said in your sleep, “’s ok.” 

Jumin 

And suddenly your faces weren’t so far apart. And you couldn’t help but slowly close your eyes. Jumin was confused. He can be a bit of a pea brain, so he of course said, “I’m sure you’re very tired.” He shut off the light, reaching over you. You held back the big frown you’d gotten when you realized he’d rejected you. Unbeknownst to you that it took everything in him, from the moment he’d saw you in the jet cabin, not to scoop you up in his arms and make out with you the whole way there.

You were awoken by birds chirping outside the massive estate window

You made eye contact with an already staring, wide-eyed Jumin 

Upon realizing you’d woken up, he averted his gaze saying, “Breakfast -- soon.” 

You missed the crimson color of his face, instead getting up and stretching (like you didn’t learn your lesson last time)

Then, you made your way over to the fresh coffee that had been delivered to your room minutes before

Adding a shit load of cream and a dash of sugar, you turned to see Jumin staring at you. Again. 

You breathed out a laugh, “What are you looking at?” 

Jumin’s brows knit together for a split second before he again looked away, his soft blush never fading, “It’s hard not to.” 

“Look at wha--” Your eyes grew wide in realization, looking down at the lingerie hardly covering your skin, Jumin’s shirt no where to be seen.  

You screamed, making a poor attempt to cover yourself shouting, “Oh my god I’m so sorry I forgot!!” 

Again, Jumin found his gaze resting on your body, stifling a groan. 

He at last spoke, his deep voice reverberating throughout the room, “You... you’re making this all.. so much more ....difficult.” 

You then grew defensive, “Made what difficult? Ogling at me without staying anything?!” 

His eyes glowered with something you couldn’t quite place. “That’s not what I meant” 

He walked slowly toward you, causing you to take steps backward 

He’d backed you up against the wall, letting out a deep breath through his nose

With glittering eyes, he grabbed your chin with his fingers, forcing you to look up at him instead of the ground 

“You’re doing on purpose, aren’t you?” 

You gulped in anticipation, “D-doing what?” 

Jumin raked his eyes down your body then looked back up at you with a sarcastic expression that said, “really?” 

“N-no! I didn’t have a choice!!” 

“Your clothes would’ve been dry hours ago.. if it really bothered you--”

“Well I was really tired from the jet ride and putting up with you!” 

Jumin looked surprised for a moment before grinning sardonically, “Putting up with me? Do you have any idea how fucking hard it is to control myself when you’re constantly grabbing me, touching me, everything!” 

“I didn’t do all that on purpose!” Okay, maybe that wasn’t entirely true, but you weren’t about to admit that to him when he was being such a dick.

He laughed dryly, “Yeah, okay. All I’m saying is that I don’t find it very funny.” 

“You think that you’re just some big joke to me?!” 

“What other explanation is there?” 

You were practically hysterical in your laughter saying, “You’re unbelievable.” 

“Oh yeah?” he challenged. 

“Yeah,” you glared back at him, your faces inches apart. 

Before Jumin could realize what he was doing, he pulled your hips flush against his own, crashing his lips harshly on yours. 

Letting out moans of both desperation and anger, your eyebrows furrowed as you deepened the kiss, gasping when Jumin slid his tongue so far into your mouth you swore you felt it going down your throat. 

After what felt like hours, you parted for oxygen, both breathing heavily, before going in for another long, simmering kiss

You felt Jumin smirk against your mouth causing you to lightly smack his chest, hating that he knew he’d gotten a rise out of you. 

He grabbed your wrist against his chest, slowly guiding it to his first button of his night shirt. 

You made quick work of removing all the fastenings, nodding and obeying him when he commanded, “Jump”

Your legs tied round his waist, you continued to make out, pulling at the waistband of his pants. 

Jumin moaned into your mouth before parting to say, “You will be the death of me, little spitfire.” 

Let’s just say the whole fiance thing might not be a lie anymore. 

Zen 

Zen wanted to say something smooth like “I’ve always wanted to do that.” But instead he said “I’ve always wanted to do you.” He mentally smacked his head, blaming the lack of oxygen for his stupidity. But you smirked up at him coyly, replying, “Then why don’t you?” Um, yeah, rip your hotel neighbor he will literally hate both of you so much.

You awoke you Zen rubbing his thumb on your arm, basking in the morning light 

He groggily said, “’mornin’ babe.” 

“I’m ‘babe’ now?”

“What else am I supposed to call my beautiful girlfriend?” 

You leaned up and kissed him softly, smiling. 

“I love you, Zen. So much.” 

“I love you, too, Y/n. If you didn’t already get that from when we...” 

You laughed shyly, “yeah..” 

“I know I skipped a few steps, but I have never been happier and more sure of anything in my life.” 

You looked up at him, peacefully grinning. 

“Hey, let’s get married.” 

Zen choked on his spit, “R-right now?!” 

You giggled, “Not right now, but soon. I dunno, we’ve been friends for, like, forever. Now that we know we like each other it seems like the next step.” 

Zen looked at you, searching your face to determine whether you were serious or not. 

Detecting that you weren’t joking he laughed airily saying, “Sure. Whatever you want princess.” 

He kissed the top of your head, whispering, “You’re so beautiful, ya know that?” 

Sighing comfortably, you nodded, falling back into sleep. 

“H-hey! Wake up!!” Zen shouted, giving up and just cuddling up to you instead, stroking your hair gently. 

The concert wasn’t until late that night -- he had time to spare. 

....Even if he didn’t, he’d make time for you.  - 3 months later

In classic Zen and Y/n style, you’d eloped shortly after the tour ended. 

“Hey, Y/n? Have you seen my grey t-shirt?” 

You looked up from your laptop, “Mhm, it’s in the dryer.” 

He sighed, “Thanks babe”, before making his way down to the mudroom where your laundry was kept 

He sifted through the hot laundry in the dryer, not seeing his shirt anywhere, when he hard a crash. 

“Y/N?!” 

He rushed out to the living room, glancing from the smashed coffee mug on the ground, to you. 

“Y/N?! Are you okay?!!!” 

You clutched your stomach in anguish, beads of sweat forming at your brow, “Y-yeah.. my stomach hurts so bad ‘s all.”

Zen was having NONE of that

He rushed you to the Emergency Room, holding your hand the entire time. 

“It’s gonna be okay, Princess, I promise.” You nodded, before losing consciousness - 

you awoke to a depressing hospital room, meeting Zen’s worried eyes. 

“How long was I out..?” 

“For a few minutes.” 

You sighed in relief, feeling a lot better than you were when you were rushed to the ER. 

All of a sudden, a doctor entered the room looking stern. 

“I wanted to discuss the diagnosis with the two of you when you were both physically present.” 

You blanched, looking at Zen with fear etched in your eyes. 

Zen held your hand tighter, before saying, “What’s the problem?” 

The doctor looked in between the two of you before letting out a little laugh, “There’s nothing wrong, actually.” 

You both looked confused, Zen proudly saying, “Then why’d you look all doom and gloom when you came in here?!” 

The doctor roared with laughter saying, “Eh, I get a kick out of the faces you guys make. Ah, now to the diagnosis.” 

“There’s still a diagnosis?!” 

You shushed Zen, nodding at the doctor. 

He took a breath before saying, “Miss Y/N Hyeon, you’re pregnant.” 

Both your eyes grew wide, mouths slacked

“O-oh, oh my gosh!!” 

Zen enveloped you in a big hug, congratulating you (and also hiding his tears) 

This man could not hold back the proud grin he sported for MONTHS

-

I simp for this prompt so if someone asked, it’s not like I could say no to writing it for more characters.......right? lol Also, I came to a realization that I made that a fanfic rather than a headcanon.. so oh well, right? 

[silverrstarrr]

Normal girl (3)

note: okay! So after talking with someone, they helped me with a lot of things about college/university, since I'm only in high school—I do not know how they function. I was told there wasn't a comestic major offered in college but since this is a fanFICTION, Maria University is just gonna be a school for everything.

they suggested I change their major to fashion since its similar to comestics but there's already a fanfic on wattapad that consists of a black y/n being a fashion designer and I don't want to be accuse of stealing their work or idea. Not to mention, it'll mess up with the whole plot I had a in mind, so please bare with me.

Basically what I'm saying is, things regarding the school and different majors etc; will be different. But everything other than that will be how it'll work in modern times. Also a big thank you to @coconutxraikage I really appreciate you ♡ I'm going to add this note everytime I upload a chapter, just to make things clear. I'm also going to be adding links  anytime I describe an outfit or an area, just incase readers enjoy seeing than reading. For me, I'm more of an visual person.

Chapter 3:

Stepping into the room, everyone was already at their seats. All eyes stopped and stared at you, you stood there awkwardly for a second before you quickly walked towards the bag of the classroom.

You searched for an empty chair and luckily you found one. It was next to girl, she had a resting bitch face which made you unsure if she wanted anyone to sit next to her. But you had no time to spare and sat down next to her.

The girl was obviously black as well, you can tell from her features. She had long black hair with her edges slayed, you weren't sure if it was a lace front or her real hair but it didn't matter—she looked really pretty. She had long false eyelashes which went well with her eyeshadow and lipgloss. She had two golden necklaces around her chest, one was a snake with little daggers along the side and the other was a simple pendant, in addition with her cross earings. You couldn't see her full outfit but she had on a long sleeve white top and checkered skirt? You couldn't tell.

You looked ahead and saw there wasn't a teacher, was this the wrong class again? You were so tired and wanted this day to be over already. You decided to ask the girl next to you,

"The teacher Mr.Fargo, right?" You looked at her.

"Yeah but his ass ain't here, imagine being late on the first day of class." She replied.

All the anxiety you had before came to a closure, you were in the right room.

"okay good, cause I was running around this building like I was stupid."

She looked back at you with a smile,

"Girl same! I did not know where to go, but i got here earlier so I wasn't late like you." She said the last part with a laugh, she was obviously just messing with you.

"shut up, we both didn't know where we was. Look at us twinin' already." You rolled your eyes as she placed her forehead on the back of her hand and laughed.

"My name's Daniyah, you?" Daniyah, she was definitely black. Mom's have a thing for ending their child's name with a "niyah". But the name fit her, she was a pretty lightskin.

"Oh— I'm y/n." You responded.

"Awwn, that name cute and I like your shoes." she glanced down at your feet.

"Thank you." Looking around the room, you noticed it was a decent of twenty students. Most of them were white, you only spotted a few poc here and there.

"Why am I in a room with a bunch of crackas..." you said to yourself.

Daniyah seems to heard you,

"Oh my gosh!!! You can't say that, it's a slur to white people." She was joking and you decided to go along.

"Sorry! You're right, I meant Klans membe—I mean! massa—wait no colonizers."

Daniyah burst into laughter, lightly nudging you. You followed along and started to laugh as well.

"Sis pleaasee, talking about some klans member," she continued on, lightly muffling her laugh.

"But we are in a room full of massa's, I think the teacher's white too."

You kinda expected that. You didn't think a poc could have the last name 'fargo'. You just prayed they didn't overly use AAVE, it always made you uncomfortable when non-poc did that.

"he's hella lat—" cutting you off, a large thud sound of the door hitting the wall was made as a tall guy with starbucks and his laptop walks in.

"Sorry guys! I'm really late, traffic was annoying." It was Mr. Fargo, he was wearing black pants, with a tucked in black n white striped short sleeved shirt. Under his shirt he wore black long sleeves, it went well with his slender body. To finish the outfit, he simply wore black combat boots. Awooga, He could dress good—go white boy, go!

He stopped by his desk in the front and dropped off his stuff, he also placed his long trench coat on his seat.

The blonde man leaned against his desk and took a good look at the class—he clapped his hands together and spoke,

"Okay class! Hello, my name is Derek Fargo but you all may call me Mr.Fargo— or Derek, whichever you prefer. I'm not too big on sir names." He said with a smile.

Pulling out the office chair, he took a seat and opened his laptop. He began calling names for attendance as others answered "here" or a simple greeting.

"Y/n L/n?" He spoke.

You lifted your head and said,

"yo."

Daniyah snickered next to you,

"Yo!" She mocked you in a male voice, trying to sound like those annoying boys who thought they were cool.

You nudged her arm in response and whined for her to stop.

"Ms.Lawfoot?"

"Here sir." Daniyah raised her hand slightly as Mr.Fargo nodded and typed into his computer.

Once he was done taking attendance, he started class. He talked about the curriculum and other activities that'll be going this semester.

"By the way, we'll be working with other majors. Especially photography and graphic designs." He continued on,

"We have a few modeling agencies that comes here often and uses one of the empty rooms in the next door building. Usually, students in the photography major use these opportunities to get a job at these agencies and take photos of models,"

"This goes for us too. Most modeling agency hire cosmetologist to help prepare their models for photo shoots or runways."

Next door building? Wait was it—? Nah, it couldn't be. You blocked out your own thoughts and continued to listen.

"They also have amateur models, ones who are new to the business. Those are the ones we'll be working with most of the time."

He continued on talking about the different opportunities and things you'll be experiencing.

                                ~~~

After finishing Mr. Fargo's class and long ass lecture hall, it was time for lunch.

Immediately you pulled out your phone and messaged yumi, to see if she was free.

"Aw shii, I forgot to get Daniyah's number. Hopefully I get to run into that lighskin again." You said to yourself, you continued to contact yumi.

                  colonizer but times 2🧑🏻‍🦲

                               What you eatin for lunch?

Idk, I was going to ask u what you wanted to eat

   

                                Girl, if you don't flip a coin

and pick a place.

LOOL😭

Let's just to the food court

& see what they have 🦲

Awe okay, I'll go there

and wait for you🤨

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You were already in the halls and decided to head towards the food court, since you saw it earlier on your way to the lecture hall.

The halls were pretty packed since most people lunches were around this time, a few people bumped into you and you glared at them in response as they muttered apologies.

Halfway at the food court, an average height male bumps into you—making you drop your phone as the the case comes off as well.

"What the fuck?!" You said outloud but only for him to hear, since you didn't want to make a scene.

"ah! I'm so sorry, I wasn't watching where I  was going." He bent down and picked up your phone along with the case, popping it back In place.

You took your phone from him and decided to get a good look at this asshole who bumped into you. The boy was blonde with an undercut, along with basic blue eyes. He seemed around 5'10? He had on brown cuff pants with long black jacket that stopped at his knees, he topped it off with a black sleeved top and a bag wrapped around his torso.

What was up with everyone and knowing how to dress? The blonde broke your train of thought and spoke,

"Um...do you know where the food court is?" He said softly

"You made me dropped my phone, why would I tell you?" You responded in an annoyed tone.

"I'm really sorry, I didn't know... if there's a crack, I  can pay fo—" he was cut off by the motion of you already walking away. He just stood there in awe and guilt.

"Come on, or do you not want food?" You continued on walking but at a slower space for the male could catch up. This bought a small smile to his face and followed behind you.

"What you smiling for? Did you purposely bump into me to ask me this? Withcho' evil ass." You turned your heard to look at the blonde, he was panicking—you guessed he didn't catch on to your joke/sarcasm.

"No?! I really didn't mean to, I was—" he was getting defensive, you were only fucking with him.

"Boy I'm joking, no need to get defensive." You let out a giggle.

"Oh..." he responded back with an awkward smile.

You guys were already at your destination. bzzzt, bzzt it was coming from your phone, you looked at the screen and saw it was your best friend, you picked up.

"Where are you?" The background was loud and her voice was a bit muffled.

"I'm next to chick–flil–a" you looked to your left, just to make sure you were correct. The man besides you just stood there next to you and watched you. "Wasn't this man suppose to go eat?" You thought to yourself.

"Oop— I see you, look up." you did what yume said and saw her waving at you from across the area. She did a little jog towards you as you placed your back into your pocket. Once she reached you, you pulled her into the a hug as she returned it back.

"Hiiii! How was your day kiddo?" She joked.

"Shitty,  but at least you're here so I can complain about it."

The male laughed at your remark, which cause both of you to look at him.

"Whos this? You catching men already?" Yume raised a brow at you then glanced at him.

"Dunno, he just started to follow me." You replied in jokingly manner, of course yume caught on.

"Yo? What the hell, you're weird." She said in a serious tone, trying her best to hide her laughter.

"That's not true! You know that's not true," he turned towards you direction.

"I bumped into her on accident and asked her to show me food court." At that exact moment, you and yume started cackling like crazy. You loved this about her, she always caught your vibe.

"We're just messing with ya!" Yume was covering her smile with the back of her hand. The boy just stood there and nodded uncomfortably, since he wasn't the only one laughing.

"I'm Yume, and you?"

"I'm Armin" he flashed her a small smile.

"Armin? That's a cute name, awwn. It totally fits you." Yume returned the smile, a small blush spreaded across his cheek at the girl's remark.

"Naahh, yall ain't gonna sit up here and flirt." You shook your head.

Yume giggled as Armin scratched his head.

"Did you decide on a place to eat?" The question was directed at yume.

"Uhh, no? I didn't have a coin to flip."

"Girl— goodbye." You turned to armin,

"You got any places?" He placed his hand on his chin, looking up trying to recall food place that he knows they'll have.

He suggested a fast food place as you guys both agreed with his choice. The three of you trailed over to the place and stood in line.

Once it was you guys turn, yume and armin ordered and you did the same. After grabbing your food, you all sat at a table and ate. Yume and Armin were hitting up and chatting; soon after she asked about your day since you didn't know what building you were in. You went on and explain, you included all the things Mr. Fargo said as well, which caught Armin's attention.

"Wait you're in that Major? I'm taking fashion, I plan to be a designer."

"The name's y/n but yeah. You look like a future designer." You referring to his outfit, it was really nice.

"Armin!" A voice called out to him, all three of you guys turned to see who it was. Your face dropped at the realization, it the was boy from this morning.

"Oh Eren! Come over here and eat with us." You wanted to kick him, how dare he just invite someone without asking you or yume. You glanced over at yume but she was too busy eating.

The brunette boy was now at the table and gave armin a fist bump. He looked at the table and seemed to notice you,

"Hey beautiful." He was talking to you, you wanted to melt right there and then.

[another-fantasy-world]

Hiiii! Can you write Alice Cullen x Fem reader in which Alice prepares her a birthday party and they give each other their first kiss? Something like that fluffy and cute. 😻🤧

||AN||: Most definitely! I'm so sorry this is so late. Online Classes are a bitch.

||AN2||: My first request and I'm already fucking it up. Damn.

||AN3||: Thank you Anon for sending in a request! Sorry this was so many days late, I hope you liked it! I really had fun writing this, It’s a nice break from the part 2 of strings!

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Pairing: Alice Cullen x Fem!Reader

Summary: Just Alice being Alice, oh and the start of a cute mortal x vampy relationship

Warnings: ...Fluff, lots of them

Word Count: 1,752 words

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It was around 3 am on a Saturday morning when the local seer Alice Cullen got a vision she was not expecting,At all.

“Why didn’t she tell me?!” Alice shrieked

“Alice?” Jasper stared at Alice in light surprise. He was just reading when Alice suddenly shrieked

“Y/N’s Birthday! It’s today! She didn’t tell me!” Her body shook with excitement and giddiness

And as Jasper stared at his adoptive sister, All he could think about was: “Poor Y/N”

It was your birthday, yes, but you didn’t want anyone to know. Not because the day had some painful or sad memories, but because you were too socially awkward to tell people that it’s your birthday. And besides, you’ve made peace with the fact that most people in your life just forgets your birthday, to the point where you just felt like it was irrelevant and that your birthday did not exist.

But of course, Alice just can’t let that happen, She refused to. 

“Y/N! Hey!” Alice’s bell like voice echoed in your eardrums as you walked into Forks High

“Oh, Hi Alice. Uhm...Uh? Rainy Weather we’re having?” You stuttered.

I mean, How could you not? Sure you’ve been friends with the pixie and her family for quite a while now and that definitely didn’t help the way your heart just stops and just takes off, running into Alice’s Hands. 

Weather? Really Y/N? Out of all the shit you could have said? You spoke with yourself, forgetting about the resident mind reader.

Edward was about to scold Y/N when he was cut off by the bell, and when they looked toward’s Y/N’s direction, she vanished into the sea of hormonal mortal teenagers

“We’ll find her later.” Jasper reassures Alice

And as Jasper said, They did find you later. Humming to yourself while reading a book in the school library. If they weren’t vampires, they could’ve sworn they couldn’t find you. 

You felt eyes on you so you looked up and saw the Cullen siblings there, you smiled and waved them over.

“Hi. Thought you guys were at the Cafeteria?” You ask them, curious as to why they were here

“Were you avoiding us?” Rosalie whispered

Contrary to popular belief, Rosalie was rather fond of you. She never really admitted it but you knew. You just did.

“No, actually, I was just reading a book. I’m not hungry.” you shrugged

“How’d you guys find me anyways?” you asked but then you mentally facepalmed when you realized

“Right. I forgot, I’m sorry.” You sheepishly rubbed your neck

“It’s alright, we were just wondering if you wanna come over later? Esme’s trying this new recipe and she needs you and your sense of taste.” Alice lies.

Well, half-lies, Esme did cook a new recipe, just not for the reason you think.

“Yeah, sure. I’d love to. Who am I riding with?” You ask, packing your things for you last period

“Alice.” They all answered together

“Well that’s not creepy at all.” You teased them before parting ways to go to your last class

Minutes went by fast and soon you found yourself sitting in Alice’s bright yellow car, sweating and nervous. You kept glancing on Alice’s hand that’s resting on the shift lever which caused her to roll her eyes. She grabs your hand, and placed it on the shift lever with her hand on top of yours so she could hold your hand and drive at the same time.

Your eyes widened for a second then you felt your cheeks grow hot.

“U-Uhm” 

“We’re here!” She giggles making you look up and lo and behold, the Cullen house.

“Why are all your lights off?” You ask as Alice intertwines your fingers. 

You noticed how she was barely containing her excitement since she’s shaking and also fidgets alot.

“We decided to let the sun illuminate our home” She grinned at you

“For a vampire, you suck at lying.” You teased her

“That’s not true! Maybe you just know me better than anyone else.” She winked at you

Was she flirting? She was flirting with you? No, that can’t be right? That’s just how Alice is to everyone. Right?

You were about to ask her about it but your thoughts we’re interrupted when a loud pop echoed throughout the room.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY Y/N!” Everyone in the Cullen Household, including Bella, screams at your face as Emmett releases the Confetti Popper

Your face held visible confusion, How did they know? You made sure not to think about it since you knew about Edward’s abilities. They smirked at your visible confusion and Alice liked it so much she decided to take a picture.

You just nodded and tried to enjoy your birthday. Well, as much as you can with Alice out of your sight. 

“For documentary purposes” She states while grinning and let her adoptive family whisk you away from her.

“If you’re wondering how we know, Alice had a vision of you celebrating you birthday pathetically with only bread and pancakes, so we decided to throw you a party.” Rosalie states as she poured you a glass of grape juice since Esme disliked the thought of you drinking alcohol.

You did admit it to yourself, just a couple months ago, that you indeed have a crush on the pixie-haired vampire. You liked everything about her, her smile, her bell-like voice, her cold comforting embrace, the way she knocks on your door when you miss school, the way she texts you asking if you wanna go shopping with her. Basically, you are completely smitten. And the thought of Alice is enough to make you smile.

But of course, like any other teenager, you decided to just keep your crush in and never think about it again. 

“Y/N, It’s gift time~” Alice suddenly appeared by your side, linking her arm to yours before dragging you away, with Rosalie following you two, barely keeping her smile in.

She pushes you to sit on the couch before shoving gifts into your arms

You cast her a concerned look as you squeezed her hand, knowing she’s having one of her visions.

“That one’s from Bella and Edward!” She says pointing at the medium sized gift.

“This one’s from Rosalie and Emme...” She drifts off, a blank look in her eyes. 

Jasper was the one who continued introducing the gifts to you as he helped you open them, since one of your hands are still intertwined with Alice’s cold fingers as she continued to stare into space.

“Is she okay? Her visions never stretch on this long.” You ask, noticing that 5 minutes have passed.

“She’s fine. I would say she’s enjoying herself.” Edward husks out, a smug smirk settling on his lips

“It’s not fair! How come you could see what she sees! I wanna be a mind reader too!” Emmett whines just as Edward widens his eyes and furiously shakes his head

“I did not need to see that.” He shivered, planting a kiss on Bella’s forehead before speeding off

“What happened?” You asked to no one in particular

“Maybe he saw something he didn’t want to see. He does that to get out of range.” Carlisle explains while he hands you his and Esme’s gift.

“What did you see anyways?” Emmett asked his sister, who’s now staring at you

“You don’t wanna know...” She grinned at Emmett

“...Now come along Y/N. I have to give you my gift.” She pulls your hand as she leads you outside

“Where are we going?” You ask her

“We’re taking a little walk into the woods.” She softly smiles at you and grips you hand

The two of you walked silently, just enjoying and basking in each other’s presence. It looked like Alice was enjoying herself, letting herself go as small rays of sun hit her diamond like skin. You stared at her, willing yourself to look away, but you just can’t. She looks ethereal, the way her golden eyes shine or the way her skin glows or maybe it’s just the way she’s talking to you. Yeah, she’s talking to you and you were barely listening.

“Y/N? Are you okay? You zoned out there.” She waved her free hand infront of your face. 

“You’re beautiful.” You suddenly blurt out. Your eyes widen when your brain finally caught up

“I mean- it’s not like that! Well I do mean it. I mean- You look beautiful like this- I-” You rambled on but stopped when you heard her laugh

“It’s okay, Y/N. Really.” She giggled

“You’re beautiful too.” She smiles before pulling you down to sit beside her under a tree.

You laid your head against hear shoulder, staring at the nest of birds chirping happily.

“I can’t take anymore of this.” She suddenly blurts out, then turns to face you. Her face inches before yours.

“Can I give you your gift?” She whispers

“What?” You whispered back, stunned at how close she is. 

She giggles at you flustered state before cradling your burning face in her cold hands. 

“May I kiss you?” She finally asks, gold eyes meeting yours

“Yeah.” You nodded, in a daze.

Slowly you both leaned in and you were freaking out inside. Was this really happening? Is your crush really about to kiss you? What did you do to deserve an angel?

But all of your worries were silenced when soft, cold lips touched yours in a gentle, surreal way. Leaving your body buzzing with happiness as your heart clenched. Minutes felt like hours, and soon you had to pull away because sadly, humans need air. You stare at Alice’s golden orbs and admired how the stars seemed to swim inside her eyes, or maybe it was just her looking at you in awe. 

I think it’s safe to say that this, was the best birthday gift you could ever have. Even though you had so many amazing gifts like Edward’s Old Classic Book that he wanted you to have, or Rosalie’s Necklace, not even Emmett’s Car Keys. (He restored a car for you) None of them could ever compare to Alice.

The two of you were too busy admiring each other that you don’t notice Emmett handing Edward and Jasper 50 bucks, since he bet on you making the first move and not the other way around, making him whine and pout.

And then suddenly, your birthday seemed really special, to you and your little family. And you just knew, that you’d be this happy for many, many, many years to come. 

[pilotheather]

EDIT: MY READMORE DIDTN WORK

- NO NOW HANG ON HANG ON.... OPENING THUS FAR IM ACTUALLY LOVING IT. I KNOW ITS TOO SOON BUT IM FEELING SOME PERSONALITY FROM THEM FOR ONCE AND I LOVE THE CHEESINESS THAT ISNT TOO... BECH AS IT WAS

- and the evil yorkshire guy

- AGAIN THIS IS ONE I-

- OH THATS ONE FUCKED UP LOOKING FELLA I -

- Hiiiyaa whos these cuties

- anyways my point: theres just sth off sometimes with the way chibs writes dialogue. like the doctor just asking things loudly whilst ic it just feels so fucking weird sometimes .

- also i did sneak a look into twitter livetweets. someone literally saI-

- OH MY GOD THIS BITCH SPIKE OH WAIT THAT KINDA LOOKED SICK FINE

- BITCH LOOKING LIKE A RIGHT CREATURE

- ANYWAYS people on twitter: "why is it so cheesy" girl you are watching doctor who?

- again witht he dialogue: you see that. theres something out there. WHY DOES IT ALWAYS SOUND SO STILTED SOMEHOW? IS IT LIETERALLY JUST ME?

- anyways also that "trick or treat" thing ok thats a bit too cheesy that one i'll concede bless but THATS IT

- dan he is literally holding eggs

- also regarding some dwcourse: people are whining about d

- I'M THROWONG UP DAN ..... KN-

- IKARAVNISTA

- HIIIII KARVANISTA HAIIIII HI HI HIHIHIHIH HI HELLO KARVANISTA HIIII HIIII HI I LOVE YOU KARVANISTA I LOVEEE UOI HIIII HI HI KISS KISS SHII AWWW WHOS A GOOD LITTLE PUPPY WHOS A GOOD LITTLE BOY GOOCHY GOOCHY GOO LITTLE PUPPY WAWWW DO YOU WANT A TREA-

- dan im insane

- YOU PUT HIM IN A CUBE?

- YOU YA MAM'D THE DOG, DAN?

- ANYWAY regarding the dwcourse about bishop: ive said my shit about me not wanting a new guy, even if i do LIKE dan thus far, BUT. i will say ppl are so silly for complaining about when they hire celeb actors and say the shows gone to shit. girl..... billie piper the popstar? catherine tate the comedian? even kylie minogue was like. such a good one off casting .

- GIRL HIS HOUSE?

- now why cant i smash some shit up with a hammer, say something kinda foreboding, whilst wearing a funky sweate

- a dog shot me how can a dog shoot me

- dan really is having an unlucky fucking day isnt he.

- karvanista my good little boy n'aww wwhos a good little pup dont be mean to dan

- karvanista: im going to kill you im g dan: bet

- "oh my god! doctor!" "who tf." OKAY COOL. HIII CLAIREEEEEE

- more women wacking things with hammer. thats exactly what doctor who needed in my opinion.

- GIRLIGHT GASLIGHT GIRLBOSS

- like are yaz and doc good though for real girlies cant we all just kiss about it hm

- oh so theres just an angel here now. hi . also unhappy about the decision to put you here but nonetheless- oh christ is she about t BYE CLAIRE.

- outpost rose?

- VINDER VINDER VINDDER HIII HIIIII HIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIIHHI (TWIRLS HAIR) I JUST THINK HES CUTE.... TEE . HEE.

- OH NOW THERES NO FELLA I LOVE MORE THAN A KING STUCK OUT ON SOME OUTPOST, WITH A LOG, REPORTING PRETTY MUCH NOTHING FOR DAYS AND DAYS IN ISOLATION

- "whats wrong with sheffield"

- "lifes a gamble" i do like her now

- NOW THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT I MEANT BTW: YAZ HAS HAD MORE CHEMISTRY WITH DAN IN THAT 2 MINUTES THAN SHE EVER GOT WITH GRAHAM OR RYAN. because YOU ACTUALLY LET THEM TALK TO EACH OTHER!!!

- i knew karvanista wasnt a bad guy. hes just a little grumpy puppy. n'aww.... sniff sniff. hes just trying to help u guys. why dont u want a little trip with the grumpy little puppy.

- is the tardis literally good

- IM THROWING UP WHY IS HIM SAYING "i cant live in that :/" WHEN BEING HANDED HIS TINY STUPID HOUSE OK... ITS FUNNY FINE ITS TICKLING ME FINE

- why- OHUGHGHGHGH LUMPS MY LUMPY LITTLEB MEN

- OHHHFHFHH

- YOU LOOK LIKE ABSOLUTE SHIT "you look disgusting"

- the sontarans actually being used properly we do hope i would like to see it :3

-again christ why do they have to do the doctor is in the centre of all of this like why cant there just be a problem and she drops in and helps for goodness shakes

- FOR GOODNESS SHAKES I DIDNT MEAN TO SAY THAT BU-

- W.... WAS THAT A PLANET IN OUR SOLAR SYSTEM

- YOU LITERALLY stood up

- girl what is happening

- GIRRLLL WGAT