#I think they should all kiss and it’d be awesome :)

[thepaledivinebear]

Pictured above: My heart as soon as I got a three person party in Sea of Stars

[cookies-over-yonder]

stab wounds

Lincoln gets his ears pierced for his eighteenth birthday.

Swiftli Week Day 1: Birthday!

ao3

“So, the big one-eight, huh?”

“Yeah, I—I’ve never done this before, and my dads are finally letting me.”

“Your dad told me on the phone. Don’t worry, you’re gonna be fine.”

“Yeah…”

Link stares at the gems before him, in varying sizes, shapes and colours. Probably also varying prices.

He feels a little light-headed, but he wants to do this. And he ate before, as Marco told him to, so he probably won’t pass out.

“These flower ones are cute!” Normal says, pointing at a couple small teal flower shaped gems. Those would suit him.

“You should pick those,” Scary suggests to him, and Normal does, holding up a clear stick, provided by the piercer, with the gem on it up to his ear to see how it’d look in the mirror. It matches his blue studs right below.

Everyone is getting piercings today. It’s reassuring. Though, Lincoln is the only one who has none to start with.

Scary and Normal each have one lobe piercing in each ear, Taylor has three , Hermie… Hermie can shapeshift to get whatever piercings she wants.

Taylor and Scary pick out their earrings for what Link thinks he remembers as a… helix?

“Have you decided yet, Lincoln?”

“Uh…”

“Need help?” Taylor asks, interlocking arms with Link and holding his hand. Link takes a deep breath at that, and he nods.

“Well, you could do one silver, and one onyx,” Taylor suggests, “you know, like soccer ball colours.”

“I think I want them to match.”

“Then I’d say both silver. It’ll suit your skin tone, and it goes with everything.”

“I think you’re biased,” Scary chimes in, gesturing at Taylor’s earrings, all of which are silver studs and hoops, “But, honestly, I agree. I think it’d look nice.”

The piercer takes a small silver gem and puts it on the clear stick thingy for Link to hold up to his ear in the mirror. He does so, and they’re right, it does look nice.

“Do you like it?” the piercer, Apple, Link remembers, asks.

“Yeah, I think I’m gonna go with these.”

“Perfect. I’m gonna clean all the earrings you’ve chosen, and you all can get set up in this room.”

“I don’t wanna go first,” Link says, sitting down in one of the chairs, pulling Taylor onto his lap and squeezing him like a stress ball.

“I can go first!” Normal says, bouncing with excitement.

“Awesome,” Taylor says, “Scary can go second, and I’ll go before you. Would that help?”

Link nods, burying his face in Taylor’s hair.

“Which earrings did you pick?” Link asks, his voice muffled.

“Scary and I got matching studs, but hers is purple and mine is red.”

“Finally breaking the trend of silver,” Scary teases.

“Heh. Anything for you, Scary.”

“Y’know, after you guys can like, switch them out or whatever, I do have experience in making costume jewelry,” Hermie says, “And I might have a couple soccer ball charms, or whatever…”

Link looks up at her and smiles, only for her to avert her gaze.

“It’s your birthday after all,” she says.

“That it is,” Taylor agrees, turning around to kiss Link on the cheek. “You good?” he asks, quieter.

“I’m scared.”

“That’s okay. You’re gonna be fine, I’ve done this before. Twice, actually. Well, three times if you count when I was a baby, but, yeah. I’ll hold your hand and everything, promise.”

“Okay…” Link takes in a shaky breath, and sighs. Taylor kisses him again, this time on the lips.

“I’ve also done it before,” Scary adds, putting a hand on his back. “It’s really not that bad, and you can wear sick jewelry afterwards.”

“And, it’ll be a new experience for both of us!” Normal says, “I mean, mine are from when I was a baby, so I don’t remember anything.”

“Thanks, guys.”

“No problem, dude,” Taylor says, kissing him again, and again, and again, with an exaggerated “mwah” each time.

“Can’t you guys save that for later?” Hermie asks.

Taylor pulls away, giggling, and Link can’t help but smile with him. “Emotional support kisses are mandatory,” Taylor says.

“Alright, who’s going first?” Apple asks, walking back into the room. Taylor turns around to face them, wrapping Link’s arms around him like a seatbelt.

“Me!” Normal says, hopping onto what looks eerily similar to a doctor’s office bed.

“Perfect. I’m still sterilizing everything, so while that’s happening, I’m gonna go through aftercare.”

Apple talks them through the aftercare for the different piercings they’re all getting, and as much as Link tries to focus, the anxiety creeps back up, clouding his vision.

Taylor cups Link’s face in his hands. “Hey, it’s okay. You’re gonna be okay,” he says, bringing Link back to the present.

Link nods, and looks back at Apple, who, seeing that Link is alright, continues to explain.

Luckily, Marco knows all about the aftercare of piercings, so he’ll probably ask him to explain it again when he gets home.

The top part of the bed thingy tilts up until it’s more of a chair with back support. Ah, it’s like a dentist office chair! Sort of. And Normal leans against the back of it as Apple cleans his ears and marks where the piercings will go.

Scary and Hermie stand in front of him, each taking one hand to hold.

Apple talks Normal through the process and everything they’re doing, and tells Normal to take a deep breath in, and out, as they pierce him.

And after a moment, one side is done. Link gets a look from afar. It’s pretty.

“How was that?” Apple asks.

“It hurt a bit, but it was okay.”

“Okay, we’re going to do the other side now.”

Link buries his head in Taylor’s shoulder, and tilts it a little to kiss his neck. Taylor squirms a little and giggles, before grabbing hold of Link’s hand and giving it a squeeze.

“All done!” Link hears, and Normal is hopping off the seat and looking in the mirror.

“I love it!” he says, before rushing to show it off to Link and Taylor.

“Epic,” Taylor says.

“It looks cute. Did it hurt a lot?” Link asks.

“It hurt, but it wasn’t that bad. You’ll be fine.”

“Okay.”

“Scary, you’re next?” Apple asks.

“Yup!”

“This one matches your hair, good choice.”

“Thank you!”

Link doesn’t look at this one, he just keeps his head buried, and he flinches when Scary shouts, “Ow!”

“You okay?” Apple asks.

“I’m good.”

“Alright. I’m gonna slide the backing in.”

“M’kay.”

“Now I’m putting in the post.”

“Mm’kay.”

“And now the gem.”

“Mmm’kay.”

“And you’re done!”

“Oh, thank god.”

“You want some water?”

“Yes, please. Fuck .”

“Just rest, you can take as long as you need.”

Link lifts his head up to see Scary still sitting there, with a small paper cup of water, and Normal holding her free hand.

“Scary, are you okay?” Link asks, hearing his own voice shake.

“Yeah, it just hurt. More than my lobe piercings for sure. Prepare yourself, Tay.”

“Will do, Scare. It looks awesome, by the way.”

“Hell yeah,” she says, taking another sip of water.

It does look goregeous. A small purple stud perfectly matching her hair. It’s a great choice.

Scary gets up to look in the mirror, and she takes a selfie with Normal, Hermie photobombing with a peace sign in the background.

Taylor moves to get up, but Link clings to him harder, holding him still.

“It’s my turn, man,” he says, voice gentle.

Link whines, squeezing him.

“This is all perfectly safe, Lincoln,” Apple says. “You have nothing to worry about.”

“You can hold my hands and everything, babe.”

“Okay… okay,” Link says, letting go.

Taylor hops off, and when he stands up, his legs wobble a little. Apple brings a stool across from where Taylor sits, and Link sits on that and holds his hands, squeezing tight.

Taylor squeezes back, and when Apple tells him to take a deep breath in, and out, he scrunches up his face, and squeezes Link’s hands so hard his nails dig into Link’s skin.

Apple puts in the backing, and the post, and the gem, and Taylor opens his eyes, his breathing slightly staggered, but for the most part, he’s okay.

“It hurt, but I’m strong,” he smiles at Link, “And so are you,” he winks.

Taylor tilts his head so Link can get a better view. A scarlet stud like the streaks in his hair.

“It’s beautiful. Like you.”

Taylor giggles and leans forward, kissing Link’s forehead.

Taylor hops off the seat, still holding Link’s hands.

Link stands up, and Taylor runs his hands up and down his arms. “Are you ready?”

“I think so.”

Link sits on the chair, and leans all the way back, holding Taylor’s hands as tight as possible.

“Alright, Lincoln, just relax, I’m gonna clean your ears and mark where the piercing is gonna go, okay?”

Link feels them mark each of his ears, and they show him the marks in the mirror so he can approve, and he does, and then they get the piercing stuff out.

“Okay, you’re gonna feel a little bit of pressure, that’s just me lining everything up, and then I’m gonna tell you to take a deep breath in and out, and I’m gonna pierce you.”

Link feels the pressure on his right ear. He feels it, and it’s sharp, and he’s nauseous, and Apple is saying something else, but he can’t hear them very well past the ringing in his ears.

His friends are saying things too. He hears his name a lot, and “panic attack,” and “it’s okay,” and “water,” but it’s all just words that don’t really make any sense.

There’s pressure on his lap. And hands on his face. He opens his eyes.

Taylor.

“Can you hear me?” he asks.

“Did—did—did I do it?”

“Not yet.”

Shit. Of course he started panicking before it even happened.

“Hey, hey, hey, look at me, Link,” Taylor says, and he opens his eyes again. “Breathe. Breathe with me, okay?”

Link nods and watches Taylor breathing, trying to follow.

Taylor nods, continuing to breathe with him. “You got it. You’re okay.”

“I’m okay,” Link breathes out, taking in his surroundings. He’s okay.

That one wasn’t so bad.

Scary passes him a cup of water, and he drinks it, feeling slightly better.

“Do you still want to do this?” Taylor asks, “It’s your birthday, you can opt out if you want to.”

“I want to. I want to do it,” Link says, turning to face Apple. “Sorry, I—I—I can’t control the…”

“That’s alright, it’s understandable. You’re not the only one who’s had a panic attack in here. Take as long as you need, and then we can try again, okay?”

“Okay,” Link sighs, and then continues to take deep breaths with Taylor.

Link doesn’t know how long it takes, but eventually he feels his heartrate slow, and he hugs and kisses Taylor before gesturing for him to get back on the stool. “I think I’m ready this time.”

“We could do it with you lying down if you think that would be better,” Apple suggests.

“I think I’d prefer that, yeah.”

Apple adjusts the chair so it’s more of a bed, and Link lies flat on his back. holding one of Taylor’s hands.

Apple repeats everything they said before, and Link feels the pressure again. He shuts his eyes.

“You feeling okay?” they ask.

“Yeah.”

“Okay, deep breath in.”

Link breathes in.

“And deep breath out.”

Link breathes out, and squeezes Taylor’s hand. It stings.

“I’m going to put the backing in now. Breathe in, and out.”

It hurts. It hurts but he’s okay. He’s breathing. In and out.

“Good. Now I’m putting in the post. Breathe in, and out.”

In and out. He’s okay.

“Now I’m putting on the gem. Breathe in, and breathe out, and you’re good! One ear is done. How do you feel?”

“Relieved,” Link says, opening his eyes.

“You wanna see how it looks?”

“I wanna get the other one done with first.”

“Okay. Can you tilt your head the other way for me?”

Link does so. And Apple repeats the process, guiding him with deep breaths and all.

It stings again, but it’s okay. He keeps breathing.

“Okay, Lincoln, you’re all done. How do you feel?”

“I’m okay,” Link says, sitting back up.

“Have a look,” Apple says, handing Link the mirror.

He looks in the mirror, and there’s sparkling studs in each of his ears for the first time. Ever.

Link sees himself grinning. “I love it! Thank you!”

“Of course! Happy birthday!”

Link stands up, and he’s immediately tackled with a hug from Taylor. “I’m so proud of you! Mwah! Mwah! Mwah!” Taylor shouts, pulling him down to kiss his cheek, and forehead, and lips. “My boyfriend is the bravest boy in all the land!” he says, jumping onto Link’s back in the piggyback position. Link giggles with him as he adjusts him so he’s more secure.

Apple chuckles too, before asking, “Do you guys want me to take a picture for you?”

“Yes, please!” Taylor says, handing them his phone.

Everyone poses, Taylor kissing Link, and thus showing off the piercing on his right ear and Link’s on his left ear. Normal and Scary each kiss one of Hermie’s cheeks, showing off their piercings that way, Scary’s right, and Normal’s left.

“Is that the gayest photo you’ve ever taken?” Hermie asks.

“Actually, no, but your choice of pose reminds me of your dads,” Apple says, pointing at Link.

Link scrunches his face up, laughing a little.

Okay, yeah, this birthday was definitely a success.

[sunflowervoltwentyeight]

Hi! This is a fic rec of my favorite established relationship fics. These fics are organized by word count from longest to shortest. You can view my other fic recs here. Enjoy!

We Are Only Just the Beginning by afirecannotdie (129k)

In the dim light of a dorm kitchen, Harry Styles meets a boy who flips his life upside down. Three years later, he's a senior in college, ready to take on the world with the love of his life by his side. And then Louis Tomlinson admits he doesn't know what he wants to do after college after all, and Harry's world flips again, this time not so pleasantly. He can't imagine his life without Louis, but he's starting to worry he might have to.

A college AU featuring lots of domestic sappiness, waffles, tattoos, late nights and early mornings, and above all, Louis and Harry against the world.

Been Together Since Way Back When by alivingfire / @alivingfire (95k)

Louis Tomlinson is a law student with a simple but effective four step plan: 1. Finish law school. 2. Get hired somewhere awesome. 3. Marry his best friend and boyfriend of two years, Harry. 4. Live happily ever after.

Harry Styles doesn't know what he wants to do with his life, where he wants to go, who he wants to be, or if he even wants the college degree he's almost completed. All he does know is who he’ll be with forever, as long as Louis wants to keep him around.

Or: the painfully realistic college au where everyone's poor, lovesick, tired of school, terrified of the future, and still having the greatest times of their lives.

Such Good Luck by casuallyhl / @casuallyhl (66k)

Louis smiles at Harry’s words, leaning into his touch. “Tell me again.”

Smiling, Harry takes Louis into his arms. Pressing gentle kisses to his face, Harry murmurs, “In six months’ time, I will have my twenty-fifth birthday. On that day, my portion of the inheritance will become legally mine. And I plan that very day to announce to my family that I have found love.” Harry chuckles as he runs his lips lightly along Louis’ cheekbone. “That, in fact, I found love when I was twenty-one years old, and that I have loved and been loved every day since.”

Or, an Edwardian AU where Harry is a young aristocratic lord and Louis is a working class dairy farmer. Secrets are a necessary part of their relationship, but Louis has one that could topple their whole world.

The Dark and the Dentist by sunshiner (66k)

“I know this song,” Louis whispers, and Harry has to lean his ear toward him to pick up what he’s saying. “It was written for people to dance to it. We should be dancing.”

We can’t, Harry almost spits, but it’d be stupid of him. Louis knows they can’t. Even if he looks like any regular Parisian in their twenties, and Harry looks like any hipster Parisian in their twenties, they can’t anyway. To be fair, they probably wouldn’t do it even if they were out. But if they were two uni students, both in Paris for an exchange, meeting over fallen books at the library, or because of mutual friends, or watching Monet’s Water Lilies?

“How would we dance?” Harry murmurs, mouth almost pressed to Louis’ cheek, so close he can feel his warmth. What a picture they must make, two millionaires freezing in a park and dreaming of a different life.

An account of the events of November 2014. Canon-compliant.

Time Passed by coffinofachimera (66k)

Louis struggles with their relationship as Harry grows into his identity.

Hands Clasped Tight by afirethatcannotdie / @afirethatcannotdie (47k)

“What am I looking at here?” Harry asks.

“This, my friends, is a ‘proof’ Instagram account, run by your students,” Liam announces.

“It’s got all this stuff about how the two of you are together,” Niall adds.

“I heard about that,” says one of the math teachers. “Confiscated a kid’s phone today when they were looking at it. I have to say, the evidence that you’re dating is pretty damning.”

“Really,” Louis says dryly. “Do you think being married for three years might have something to do with it?”

Or the one where Harry and Louis are high school teachers and their students have been playing matchmaker for over a year. Little do they know, Harry and Louis are already married.

The Best Kind of Bad by wildestdreams / @thelavendrhaze (40k)

Nobody really understood Harry and Louis. Not even Louis. But for Louis, the world began and ended with Harry, and there were certain things he just wasn’t capable of explaining.

or Louis is the town troublemaker and everyone hates him except for Harry.

You Watched Me Sink by bananasandboots / @anylessreal (38k)

They’ve discussed it a few times - the boyfriend thing. It’s not like it’s some forbidden, horrific, abandon hope all ye who talk about furthering the relationship sort of subject. They’re mature adults. They’re in tune with their feelings, their hearts’ desires, the way those butterflies swoop in their bellies whenever they so much as hold each other’s hands. They like each other. A lot. It’s mutual, they know. But for now, they’re just content to enjoy the simplicity of what they have, and what they have is great.

When dating in secret stops being enough, then they’ll discuss that too.

Or, the one where Harry teaches Sex Ed and sneaks around with the drama teacher, and doesn’t realize how out of tune he is with his true feelings until everyone else figures it out for him.

Part 1 of You Watched Me Sink Verse

Swallow My Words by YesIsAWorld / @louandhazaf (32k)

Senior year is stressful. On top of balancing school work, family, and friends, Harry's lacrosse team is vying to win the state championship, he's not sure where he's going to college yet, and he has a secret boyfriend that no one can know about.

Part 1 of Swallow My Words

Loved By Your Mother by superglass / @gaymoustache (31k)

Harry stretches out like Venus with her lover, growing sleepy in the late afternoon light with a baby growing inside her. Perhaps not literally, not physically. Not exactly.

or

Harry struggles to come to terms with wanting to have children, and what that means for their relationship. Canon compliant, set a few years into the future.

True Love’s Gold by alivingfire / @alivingfire (27k)

Gemma starts responding to every single one of Harry’s texts—regardless of subject—with i don’t care, talk to louis. Liam lets Harry complain to him for hours on Skype, pretending he’s not doing other things while Harry whines about his problems. Niall thinks the whole thing is hilarious, texting Harry links to articles titled So, you want your man to propose? and 15 ways to get him ready for the aisle! and follows each of these up with page upon page of laughing emojis. Harry tries everything, literally everything he can think of short of grabbing Louis by tattooed forearm and yelling, “PROPOSE TO ME BEFORE I COMBUST.”

Or, it takes a village to arrange a proposal, but that doesn’t mean it’s going to go as planned.

If You Asked Me If I Love Him (I'd Lie) by allyasavedtheday (26k)

So Harry and Louis might have fucked up.

The day of their wedding was the single most perfect moment of Louis’ life and every single day since where he’s been able to call Harry his husband has been nothing short of bliss. There’s just one teeny, tiny problem…

Their families don’t know they’re married.

*

Or the one where Harry and Louis eloped but neglected to mention it to anyone. Meanwhile Lottie is getting married and the only way for them to not steal her thunder is by pretending they're just friends for the weekend. Featuring Harry and Louis as terrible liars who don't know the meaning of the word platonic and some Tomlinsons and Styles's who definitely don't believe them.

Part 2 of A Long Way From The Playground

Being of the Jealous Kind by zita17 / @louisandtheaquarian (24k)

A-list actor Louis Tomlinson and his partner fashion photographer Harry Styles weather the storm that is Louis’ fake relationship with his costar in the lead up to this year’s Academy Awards.

Featuring a fluffy teenage meet-cute, an angsty wine drunk Harry melting down over pap pics, Louis habitually overusing the word “baby,” and cameos by a vintage Umbro sweatshirt, the peace ring, and one hell of a Larry hug.

Or the justice for To Be So Lonely fic. Based on the lyrics to TBSL and a prompt where “Louis has to fake date some celebrity, while his boyfriend Harry sits at home.”

You Turn Me On, Make You Radiate by ballsdeepinjesus (15k)

When he presses inside for the first time in weeks, he’s pretty sure he sees stars behind his eyes at the staggering sensation of Harry’s body squeezing every inch of him. When he bottoms out, he stays buried inside for a minute just to catch his bearings, listening as Harry takes sharp breaths beneath him. When he finally feels like he’s under control, he presses his lips against Harry’s ear and whispers, “Are you ready husband?“

Harry throws his head back and groans. “Call me your spouse.”

[…or, a self-indulgent snapshot of hl’s sex lives over the course of 10+ years]

Garden of Edenby superglass / @gaymoustache (6k)

Another soft, grainy laugh. A puff from the joint. Green smoke towards the ceiling. Then hazy blue eyes back on his. “Said you wanted to tell me something. Was really important.”

“Oh,” Harry says. There was a reason he came back, an excuse he made up to find Louis and sucker him into letting him sit on his lap even though his weight often puts those thighs to sleep. “Can’t— um. Let me try to remember.”

or

a snapshot of being high and in love in Jamaica.

I'll Breathe Your Air Into My Lungs by blizzies (5k)

five phases of their relationship in a world where harry smokes a lot and skips school and hates everyone except his boyfriend and louis is in plays and is loved by everyone and they work even though nobody gets how.

Mon Petit, Little One by publunchesownmyass (5k)

They smoke, talk shit about everyone besides each other, and Harry wears his Mon Petit sweater.

Brown Skin and Lemon Over Ice by penceypansy / @penceypansy (2k)

A short one shot of a reunion in Italy, around the time Harry filmed the Golden video.

- He should know with more certainty which one is their bedroom but he’s only been here twice, only once since their things had moved in, and come to think of it, he’s not sure this is the room they slept in last time.

Regardless, he’s got clothes he knows are his hanging in the wardrobe, sees his old Stone Roses shirt crumpled and worn on the unmade side of the bed. He drops his bag, rummages through the drawers for a pair of trunks, goes into the bathroom to change. It doesn’t feel like enough of a home yet for him to be totally comfortable, but that should change soon enough. He can’t help a spray of the cologne sat by the sink, vanilla and wood and comfort.

[megamindsecretlair]

Sit Still (Look Pretty), Part 2

Pairing: Nomad Steve x Black!Fem!reader / Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+. Minors DNI. You are in charge of your own reading experience. Mutual voyeurism, Oral, fingering, fem receiving. PIV, unprotected. Cursing. Mild age gap. Reader is mid 20s and Nomad Steve is mid 30s. Part 2 of ?, I don't know how long this will take to wrap up. PWP.

Summary: AU where Steve was born in modern times but still received a serum in the army to make him a super soldier. He's moved in next door and has noticed you watching him. He's done watching today.

Word Count: 3,668k

Read Part 1 | Read Part 3

A/N: I don't know what it is about Nomad Steve. Once I start typing, I just keep going. So enjoy my brainrot. LOL. Apologies if I miss any warnings. All mistakes are mine. While likes are awesome, please consider commenting and reblogging to help writers!

You lazily swam on your back in your backyard pool, your hands gliding through the cool water. The sun beat down unbearably. Any part of you not in the water was currently frying. Still, you swam, enjoying any kind of relief and any excuse to be outside.

It had been a few days since you spoke to Steve, the military neighbor. You were too nervous to try on clothes in the window. Before, it had been a naughty secret. It was okay to be half nude in the comfort of your room when no one could see you. But knowing that he had…well, you were pretty sure he saw your boobs and you weren’t sure how you felt about it.

On the one hand, it was hot as hell. Especially if he liked what he saw. On the other hand, you didn’t know this man or what he was about. He could be a creep. Yet, somehow you didn’t think so. Your gut told you that he was a decent man. But again, you didn’t know that. It could be wishful thinking.

However, you missed it. You missed thinking he was right across from you, itching for a view of your curves. You took a deep breath and submerged yourself in the icy water. This pathetic little game had to end. Before long, you would be too delusional to recognize reality from fantasy. 

Your head broke the surface and you wiped water from your eyes. The water made your skimpy swimsuit bubble around you. You smoothed it down and turned your face up to the sun. The dual sensation of heat and cold was just perfect enough to not be annoying. 

You cracked open an eye and stared directly at Steve’s window. He was standing at it, on his phone. He wore a white tank top and sweats and was on the phone. He stared at you with a slight smile. 

You stood transfixed, rooted in the pool. Water flowed around you and the slight current rocked you, but you might as well have been a statue. His mouth moved but of course, you didn’t know what he was saying. 

He gave you a small wave with his free hand. You waved back. It had to be illegal to look that good in casual wear. Surely, there was a law against being that hot. It was a hazard. It’d cause traffic accidents or cause people to spontaneously combust. Something. Surely. 

You lowered into the water until only your neck and head were out of the water. Steve watched you do it but then shook his head. He nodded his head, indicating that you should stand back up. 

You cocked your head. He wasn’t the boss of you. You stayed under the water and walked backwards, letting the water rush over your overheated skin. Steve nodded his head again and you shook yours. 

You smiled and blew him a kiss. He smirked and put his hand in his pocket. For a moment, he was content to watch you swim. It was thrilling having someone watch you. You could almost picture his eyes roving over you. 

When you stopped to look at him, he was no longer at the window. You stood up and pouted. Damn. Was he even watching you? 

You chuckled to yourself. This was absurd. You climbed out of the pool, pulling yourself up by the metal ladder that burned your hand. You idly rubbed it as you walked over to the lounger where your towel was. 

You dried yourself off. You placed one leg on the lounger and wiped down the runaway droplets. Your eyes flicked to his window, because you couldn’t help it. You somehow craved his attention despite not knowing anything about him. 

He stood there once more, still on the phone. He smirked as he caught your eye. He nodded towards you, lifting his hand as if to tell you to keep going. So you did. You dried off as slowly as possible, keeping your eyes trained on him. 

He ran his tongue across his bottom lip and you wondered what he tasted like. Out of places to dry, you focused on wringing the excess water from your braids. Those took the longest to dry, but it was okay, you’d wash it later and dry it while watching something mindless on TV. 

Steve crooked his finger at you. You bit your lip. You pointed towards his front door and he nodded. He wanted you to go over there. To his house. In broad daylight. 

You huffed. This was crazy. Steve crooked his finger again and disappeared from the window. He couldn’t be serious. 

Everything inside of you screamed not to go over some strange man’s house. But you slipped your feet into your slides and found yourself walking towards the fence around your yard. You wrapped the towel around yourself as you left through the side gate and crossed the grass towards his front door. 

You rang the doorbell and a second later, he was there opening the door. He looked you up and down before stepping aside and letting you in. 

Nervous laughter bubbled in your gut but you stamped it down. He closed the door and locked it, sealing you inside. 

“Yes, I agree with that, General,” Steve said. The phone was pressed to his ear so you couldn’t hear the other side of it. Steve walked forward, grabbed your hand, and tugged you deeper into his house.

He had just moved in, but already his things had been more than half way unpacked. Empty boxes sat near the front door while his furniture was neatly arranged, a bookshelf filled with books, and dishware left out on the table. 

He tugged you upstairs and you briefly wondered about all the water you were dripping on his hardwood floor. You winced. His hand was cool to the touch. Air conditioning blasted through the entire house. 

He pulled you into an office. It was creepy how these houses were so similar. His office was where your room would be in your house. 

Once inside, he put the call on speaker and mute. “You are in big trouble,” he said.

You smiled. “Hello to you too, neighbor,” you said. 

He smiled back. He had such a boyish smile that was at odds to the man you created in your head. His beard was neat and trimmed making him appear more mature and distinguished. 

“Now why would I be in trouble?” You asked. 

He shrugged. “You get me used to your shows every day and then just stop?” He asked.

You gasped and then you giggled. “Well, a girl kind of needs feedback. I can’t tell if you’re looking or not,” you said. 

“I’m definitely looking. And I have no notes. You are gorgeous,” he said. 

You roll your eyes. “That doesn’t exactly help.”

He stalked forward, using his height as an advantage over you. You craned your neck to look into his eyes. 

“The shows continue,” he said. His voice made you shiver. It wasn’t incredibly deep, but it did have a rattle in the back of his throat that made you long to hear it again. 

“Or what?” You challenged.

He rocked back on his heels with a smirk. “Oh, it’s like that?” He asked. 

Before you could tell him about himself, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you to his desk. There were still boxes thrown about as he was getting set up. But his desk was clear except for a few notebooks and a pen. 

He picked you up and you yelped. As a big girl, you didn’t get picked up often. It was jarring. One minute you were safe and planted on the ground and in the next, you were lifted up without a grunt. You slapped at his thick arms until you were sitting on his desk.

“My towel is wet-”

“Pull down your bottoms,” he said. 

You gaped at him. He placed his phone on his desk. There was a man still talking but you didn’t care what he was saying. Your eyes were fixed on Steve. 

“You can say no at any time. You can walk out right now. But I don’t think you will.” He reached out and pushed your arms down. Then, he unwrapped your towel and let it fall around your waist.

“Why’s that?” 

“You’re still sitting here. And I think you like being told what to do,” he said. He stroked your cheek. He smelled earthy, like mountain air. 

“No one likes being told what to do. Least of all me,” you said. 

“You’re used to getting what you want, aren’t you? Big fancy house like yours, parents are well to do. Bet you hardly heard the word ‘no’ growing up. Am I right?” 

“Maybe I earned everything I have. Good grades, stayed out of trouble…?” 

“Ahh, the resident good girl who never did anything bad. Right?”

Your stomach flipped when he said good girl. You pursed your lips to keep from looking at that too closely.

“I wasn’t some goody two-shoes, okay? I’ve done plenty of things.” 

“Yeah? Prove it. Bottoms. Off.” He stared you down. 

What’s worse was that the longer he stared, the more you felt compelled to comply. You hooked your thumbs under your swim bottoms and pulled them down. You leaned up to pull them under your ass and down your legs. It dangled off of one foot until you popped your foot and it fell to the ground with a wet slap. 

“Open up for me,” he said. His voice grew huskier, his dark blue eyes never leaving your face. 

You opened your legs until you were completely bare to him. He took his time looking you over. His eyes studied your body. He looked at the bikini top covering your boobs, your tummy with stretch marks, your thick thighs, and finally the hair at the center of you. 

“Gorgeous,” he said. 

The general on the phone called Steve’s name. He unmuted the phone. “Yes, I’m still here General. I just don’t see why we’re taking this guy seriously. I mean, he calls himself Ultron. If that doesn’t scream idiot, I don’t know what does,” he said. That caused a few people to laugh over the phone. 

He placed the phone back on mute. “I want to keep this phone off mute. But that means you gotta stay quiet for me, sweetheart,” he said.

“You’re joking,” you said. The cold air and your wet skin made you shiver. But so did the hungry look in his eyes. He couldn’t be serious. 

“You’re going to stay quiet. You’re going to be good for me. And you’ll get a reward later,” he said. 

You opened your mouth to protest but he silenced you with a quick, harsh kiss. He was not gentle at all as he took possession of your mouth. His beard was surprisingly smooth and silky against your skin. His breath was faintly minty. He pulled away and you chased his mouth, wanting more. 

He put a finger to his lips, telling you to be quiet. He unmuted his phone and sat down in his chair. He rolled forward until he was eye level with your pussy. 

You gasped already. While he was on the phone? 

His eyes snapped to yours with a silent warning. And that was the only warning you got. He dived in between your legs, his mouth latching on to your clit with an accuracy you’ve never experienced. You usually had to wiggle or grab a guy’s head to move him where you needed him.

That was beyond unnecessary for Steve. His tongue delved into your folds and licked and sucked on your clit. You bit your lip, hard, trying not to moan or gasp or yell or anything else you needed to do. 

His hands snaked under your legs and pulled them open wider. You started to shift. He felt too damn good. He tightened his hold on you and continued to suckle and tease. You could feel your arousal leaking from you and onto the towel. 

You panted, your eyes rolling back into your skull. Your tummy tightened, trying to stave off an orgasm. You never wanted him to stop. You dug your fingers into his hair and scratched at his scalp.

“Captain?” 

Steve placed a sloppy, wet kiss to your thigh. Your juices dripped down his beard and you whined a bit. He gave you an annoyed look. “Sorry about that, General. I understand the assessment of the situation, but it’s my professional opinion that this Ultron guy is no more than a kid trying to rule an anthill. Sokovia is a backwater country that’s constantly under new management,” he said. 

Steve nipped at your leg and you jerked. “Not a sound,” he mouthed before his lips returned to your pussy.

You leaned back on your elbows and threw your head back. There was no way you could stay quiet. Pleasure rippled through you and your legs became uncontrollable. He leaned down further and lapped at your pussy and you gasped anyway. He stopped and leveled you with a deadly stare.

He glanced at the phone but the general or whoever else was on the phone were busy arguing over something to do with a strike team. 

“Sorry,” you mouthed. 

He returned to licking you, but went far slower. You struggled to not make a sound. Your orgasm steadily built back up. Oh, this man was dangerous. He played you like a damn fiddle. He licked one slow line from your clit to your pussy and then back again. He placed his whole mouth on your clit and sucked.

Your orgasm rushed through you causing you to spasm out on his desk. You bucked and writhed so badly, he stood up and held you down, placing his hand over your mouth. 

“If he had a weapon large enough to decimate Sokovia, I’ll chew a brick,” Steve said to the phone and the general laughed. 

On the way down from your climax, Steve stared at all the faces you made. You probably looked like a hot mess. But he was focused. He smirked. You got back onto your elbows to support your weight. You scooted forward, ready to return the favor, but he stood in between your legs and trapped you in place.

You nodded your head to him. He licked his lips and then wiped his wet beard on his arm. Your cheeks flamed thinking that all of that came from you. 

He leaned down and planted sloppy, wet kisses on you. You smelled and tasted yourself on his tongue and it made you whimper. He bit your lip as a reminder to shut the hell up. You were so turned on, you couldn’t think straight.

None of your past sexual encounters had been like this. The guys you had been with were nice, good in bed, but it was nothing to write home about. It was nothing to write songs over or stay up until 4am reliving the memory. But this. This was enough to get addicted to. You felt empty. You ached. You yearned to have him inside you. 

His hands roved over you, from your shoulders to your arms, to your legs and thighs. He nipped at your jaw and neck. Then his fingers slid up your thigh until disappearing inside of you. You breathed heavily, the sound exceptionally loud in the quiet room. 

“Breathe,” he whispered in your ear. 

You slowed your breaths but he kept up his delicious assault. He added a second finger and your mouth opened. “You can take more than that,” he whispered. 

He added a third finger. He kept up a relentless pace, driving his fingers in to the knuckle and then back out. His thumb circled your clit and you nearly jumped off of the desk. 

He picked up the phone with his free hand and rejoined the conversation. You weren’t paying attention. You were too busy holding on for dear life. Pressure built and your pussy squeezed his fingers. 

He drove your pleasure higher and higher, this second climax hitting you faster than the first. 

He took his fingers out and shoved them into your mouth. His fingers were coated in your arousal and you sucked on it as you rode out your orgasm.

“I think the man we should be focusing on is Zemo. Now, he’s a nasty guy,” Steve said into the phone. He watched you again, watched as you came apart under his hands. You were hungry for his fingers, coated in the evidence of how insane he made you. 

You moaned softly around his fingers as you settled down. You had no idea how you were going to suck him off after that. But fuck, you wanted to try. He withdrew his fingers and you licked your lips. 

You wanted to taste him. You wanted to see him. His sweatpants were tented with a large dick print. You leaned forward, hands outstretched, but he grabbed your wrists in one hand and pinned them to your side. 

Your eyes were glazed over, but you managed to focus on him long enough to see him smirk. He continued to talk for a moment so you were content to look at him.

He was, without a doubt, the most handsome man you’ve ever seen. His hair was brushed away from his face. He had a slight sheen of sweat on his forehead. He talked with his whole face, his expressions were fluid as he talked. 

He placed the phone down and grabbed your chin.

“Still with me, sweetheart?” He asked.

“Yes,” you whispered. 

“Good, I’m not done with you. You’ve been such a good girl for me,” he said.

You wailed briefly, before he narrowed his eyes at you. What the hell else was there?!

He crowded your space again, stepping in close between your legs. He pulled down your bikini top, exposing your breasts. He kissed your chest, then licked it. He kissed his way to your nipple before teasing it in between his teeth. 

Oh, you wanted to cry out so badly. You wanted to shout from the rooftop. You felt so damn dirty and naughty being used like this. He could do whatever he wanted with you. And no one knew you were there. 

Could you even tell your friends about this? Did you even have the words to describe something this magical? Your friends probably wouldn’t believe you. 

Rolling your nipple around his mouth, he pulled down his sweats. You couldn’t look. The only thing you could do was feel. 

He dragged the tip of his dick up and down your folds, getting it nice and wet before he pushed in.

“F–” 

He kissed whatever you were about to say. He was huge. He took his time pushing into you, getting you acclimated for his size. He wasn’t even halfway in and he was still going. He pulled out and then pushed back in, going deeper with each stroke. 

When he bottomed out, he stayed there for a moment, letting you adjust. Your eyes snapped to his and he had a patient smile on his face. “You’re doing so good, sweetheart. So, so good,” he whispered in your ear. 

You bit his chest. You wanted to make a sound. You wanted to cry out. He had to know what he was doing to you. You were driven mad with the need to let it all out. 

“Yes, General. We have intel that Zemo is the real threat. Not some megalomaniac with a Pinnochio obsession,” Steve said. 

Steve pulled out and then slid back in. He did it a few more times to make sure that you could take him. Then, he let loose. He pounded into you.

You dug your nails into his shoulders and just held on as best as you could. “That’s it, sweetheart. You take me so well,” he whispered. 

Your head lolled back. It was too much. You were still sensitive from your earlier orgasms, so on every slide in, he grazed your clit and it made your head go numb with pleasure. You wouldn’t survive another orgasm. You bucked against him, pushed against him. He had to slow down or something.

“No, sweetheart. You can take me. I believe in you. Look how well you’re doing already.” His voice was like a light in the storm. 

You weakly pounded on his chest as he lifted one of your legs and he drove deeper still. “That’s my good girl. You take all of me,” he said. 

“I’m going to cum in this tight, little pussy. You want that, sweetheart?” 

You nodded. Hell yeah you wanted it. You didn’t think you were one for a creampie. Especially considering that he wasn’t wearing a condom. But fuck it. You were ready for anything he gave you. 

He sped up and dug his thumb into your mouth. You sucked on his finger. He clenched his jaw, trying not to make a sound either. The generals on the phone continued to drone on and on. 

He took his thumb out of your mouth and circled it around your clit. You came, hard. Your back lifted off of his desk and he leaned forward to push you back down with his body weight. You clenched painfully around his dick and he exploded. 

He shot thick, warm ropes of cum into your pussy. Jets of it painted your insides. You both tried to quietly pant and huff. He kissed you as you came down, his tongue moving over your lips. You kissed him back, bringing your hands to play in his silky hair. 

“Yes, General. I will send you more intel on Zemo. Let’s schedule something soon to discuss more about Ultron and their demands,” he said.

He hung up the phone. “Oh, sweetheart. You’re mine now.”

You finally moaned and flopped back onto his desk.

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Sultan's Shore (Kalim x GN!Reader)

Kalim’s sparkling white smile was almost blinding. His ruby eyes twinkled with happiness, his sun-kissed skin speckled with seawater. The young man was having the time of his life. He turned to you as he filled his bucket with yet another pound of wet sand. “[Y/n]! How’s the moat coming along?” 

“It’s going great!” You continued to pat down sand with your little shovel as Kalim trotted over. “I just need a bit more wet sand to pack in the walls around the moment, and then it’ll be finished!”

“Awesome!” Kalim knelt next to you and set his bucket of soppy sand between you. “I think this should be enough for that.” 

You nodded in agreement. You dug your shovel into the bucket and fished out some of the makeshift cement and brought it to the moat. You put a clump at its edge before you patted it down, securing it in place. You glanced up at the rest of you and Kalim’s sandcastle. It wasn’t the most glamorous, but it was coming along quite nicely. You honestly never expected Kalim to be so good at making sandcastles, but the man had some surprises in him yet. You chuckled as you eyed the little seashell Kalim had placed atop the tallest tower of the structure: the crown jewel of the palace. 

“I love making sandcastles,” Kalim said as he began constructing yet another small tower. “My siblings and I love going down to the beach; we often have contests on who can make the best sandcastle.” His eyes suddenly lit up - you could practically see the lightbulb atop his head. “We should have one here! Tomorrow!” 

You smiled at his enthusiasm. “That sounds like fun! I know many would enjoy it - but it might be best if we separated people into teams. There’d be more space that way, and it’d allow for us to make even bigger sandcastles.” 

“Yeah!” Kalim’s grin was as bright as the sun. “That’s such a good idea. You’re amazing, [Y/n]!” 

You let out a chuckle, your cheeks now dusted a bit pink. “Well, it’s not the most unique idea. I just thought it’d be fun.” To try and save yourself from further flustering, you moved the conversation along. “Should we separate teams by dorm or by randomly chosen groups?” 

“I think random groups would be cool.” Kalim gave a small pout as his small tower grumbled soon after he lifted the bucket. “How do we do that though?” 

“We could have people draw straws,” you suggested. You helped Kalim reconstruct his failed tower as you continued. “Or we could draw colored strips from a hat. Either way, the ones with the same things drawn would be on the same team.” 

Kalim’s smile quickly returned - both by your ideas and by how this tower did not grumble. “I’ll get it set up then! I hope Jamil and I will be on the same team…wait, I should try to aim to be on an opposite team.” 

“Why?” 

“So I don’t rely on him as much.” Kalim began to decorate the sandy structure with more shells. “He does so much for me already, and we’re almost always on the same team since we’re both in Scarabia. I need to show Jamil I can be independent; he needs to see that he can do other things without having to worry about me.” 

Your heart softened in that instant. You knew why Kalim felt that way; even if it was months ago, Jamil’s overblot was still on his mind. When he realized just how little Jamil had gotten to live because of him, Kalim felt genuine remorse. He still wished to be friends with Jamil - but, above all else, he cared for his well-being and feelings. There were many people at the college who didn’t have the same heart as Kalim…he really was a kind, sweet man. Your smile softened as you patted Kalim’s hand. 

“I’m sure Jamil would appreciate that, Kalim.” Then, for a moment, you exchanged your smile for a frown. “But will you be okay? I know how much you love to spend time with Jamil.” 

“Yeah, I’ll be fine.” Kalim reassured you with another bright smile, eyes shining with determination. “Besides, I have other friends I can be on a team with. There’s Cater, Lilia, Silver; I’d really love to be on a team with you, too, [Y/n]!” 

You let out a small laugh. “I’m not very good at making sandcastles, Kalim. I’m surprised this moat turned out as well as it did. I don’t know how much helped I’d be.” 

“It doesn’t matter to me whether or not you’re good.” Kalim scoot a little closer to you, eyes fixated on yours. Your foreheads almost touched…you felt your heart flutter. “All that matters is if you’re there having fun with me.” 

Had Kalim always been this pretty? You knew he was sweet, he always was, but…something about the look in his eyes, the way he spoke to you now, was different. Before you could discern it further, a voice from across the beach caught both of your attentions. 

“Kaliiiimm!” You both turned your heads to see Lilia further up the beach. One hand held his parasol, while the other held two glasses of…something. Likely some tropical drink - non-alcoholic, of course. If it weren’t for the thin stems at the bottom of the glasses, you’d wonder how Lilia could carry them in one hand. “You have to try this drink - it’s delectable!” As the third year drew near, he tucked the parasol under his chin and offered the glasses to the two of you. 

“Oh, thanks Lilia!” Kalim stretched out his hand and took one of the glasses. He glanced over his shoulder at you as he sat back on his heels, “Here, [Y/n], I’ll share it with you.”

“Actually,” Lilia offered the other glass to you, parasol back in his other hand, “this is for you, [Y/n]. I couldn’t leave you without a refreshment.” The fae’s eyes narrowed, a mischievous glint in his red orbs as he smirked. “As cute as it would be for the two of you to share, I can’t have you exchanging saliva just yet.” 

Neither of you said a word as Lilia walked away - as if he hadn’t left you two red in the face. After a moment of stunned, embarrassed silence, you and Kalim finally met each other’s eye. He gave you an awkward smile and laugh as he raised his glass. “W-Well, let’s drink! If Lilia says they’re good, they must be!” 

You returned his awkward smile, though yours was a tad shy. “Y-Yeah…”

So, the two of you sipped your drinks and continued to build your sandcastle. Lilia was right, they were good…but his words haunted your mind. They lingered too much, apparently. You could have sworn Kalim kept glancing in your direction when you weren’t looking. You two ended up naming your sandcastle ‘Sultan’s Shore’ - and Kalim did not hesitate to make clear he would always love to share that shore with you. 

[majesty-madness]

"Subtle" - Shikamaru Nara x reader (sfw)

Summary: Shikamaru's subtle ways of affection with a once in a blue moon appearance of deep intimacy.

Word Count: 1100+

Warnings: just fluff, and some semi-nsfw (very light, more suggestive than an actual act)

a/n: Once again I was re-watching some Naruto episodes and I don’t know why I didn’t notice it at first, but Shikamaru is awesome so here’s a little one-shot dedicated to him. Also not proofread and I really hope I kept him in character.

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When it came to affection, Shikamaru was lowkey.

He didn’t make grand gestures or openly flirt with Y/N; it was more subtle.

It was the kind of stuff you don’t think about when you’re single, but when you finally start dating someone it makes all the difference.

Like one time, after Y/N had gotten out of the shower and she ventured into their shared room, she found a pair of her favorite pajamas sitting neatly folded on her side of the bed; complete with a pair of fuzzy socks.

She remembered smiling to herself, knowing that Shikamaru had done it.

Then there was the one time when she begged Shikamaru to go with her to a new shop that opened up just ten minutes from their house. She explained that they had some cool new jackets that she desperately wanted, but when they arrived at the shop and she took one look at the price; she almost had a heart attack.

Her face went from excited to anxious to disappointed. Of course, she wanted the jacket but she was also worried about saving money so she placed the article of clothing back on its rack, and walked away.

They spent a few more minutes in the store when Y/N was ready to go. She walked to the front of the store, ready to walk out. “Shikamaru, you ready?”

She turned around to see if he was behind her, but he wasn’t. Instead, he was standing at the counter with the jacket laying on top.

“What are you doing?” Y/N asked him as she walked back over to his side.

Not looking at her, he said. “Wasn’t this the one you wanted?”

Y/N looked down this time, seeing it was indeed the one that she wanted. Her eyes whipped back up to him, grinning from ear to ear.

“Thank you, Shikamaru!” She said, hugging his arm as she leaned against him.

Of course, she didn’t see it but he had a smile of his own too as he looked over at her.

And then there was the time that Y/N had just come home from a rough mission. She was covered in dirt, scratches and bruises painting all over her body.

Surprisingly, Shikamaru had been home then too and when he saw her the worry was evident on his face.

“Don’t worry, it’s not nearly as bad as it looks.” Y/N reassured him as she took off her shoes.

The worry disappeared from his face and he sighed. “I guess, but you should get cleaned up. It’d be a drag if you got the floor all dirty.”

Y/N couldn’t help but laugh a little. She knew despite his seemingly annoyed expression, he cared for her. “Yeah, you’re right so I’ll go take a bath.”

“First, why don’t you get something to eat? You look like you’re about to fall over.” He suggested as he walked toward the back of the house.

Y/N nodded even though he didn’t see, and walked into the kitchen. She grabbed a water from the fridge and a granola bar from the cabinet. Honestly, after such an intense mission she wasn’t sure her stomach could handle a full meal so she opted for something small.

In seconds, she finished her granola bar and chugged down all the contents of the water bottle; letting out a satisfied hum when she set the empty bottle on the counter.

She stood there silently for a while when Shikamaru came back into the room. “I set up the tub for you; it’s ready when you are.”

Y/N stared at him a bit surprised. “Aww, thank you! You didn’t have to do that.”

“I know.” He hummed as he walked over to the other side of the kitchen counter.

“Seriously though…” Y/N stepped up beside him and leaned up to place a kiss to his cheek. “Thank you.”

He leaned back over to her to kiss her cheek too. “You’re welcome. Now get in the bath before you dirty up the place.”

Those were just a few examples of Shikamaru’s acts of love, there were tons more.

As small as they may have seemed physically, they meant the world to Y/N. And when she’d think back on them, she fell in love with him all over again.

When she used to think about being in love, she imagined going on tons of dates, exchanging gifts all the time (as unrealistically as that was), sharing lots of kisses and blatant affection for one another, she never thought that this is how it would turn out to be.

She wouldn’t have it any other way.

Shikamaru was just a more laid back guy, and Y/N didn’t mind that, at all. She liked that his way of being affectionate centered around some of the everyday things people take for granted. It made her more grateful for what she had.

But every once in a while, Shikamaru will act outside of the subtlety and show her exactly how much he loves her.

It was only a few days ago actually; Y/N and Shikamaru were lounging on the couch, watching a movie. They had already finished dinner, plates forgotten on the coffee table, and pop cans waiting to be emptied.

Y/N sat snuggled up into Shikamaru’s side as he kept his right arm wrapped around her waist. She was completely focused on the movie, but Shikamaru couldn’t be bothered with it. And not because he didn’t like this particular movie, rather he was more concentrated on Y/N.

He wasn’t sure what got into him that night, but his thoughts were centered on her.

What might have been doing was the white light from the movie making her skin glow in the darkened room. She just looked so beautiful.

Against his normal behavior, Shikamaru reached his free hand up to her chin and lightly nudged her to look his way.

She immediately let him direct her gaze and before she knew what was happening, Shikamaru leaned forward to kiss her.

It wasn’t too soft or too hard, it was that perfect middle that had the best of both. The kind of kiss that left you wanting more.

Shikamaru took his time with this kiss, though eventually did pull away; seeing the doe-eyed expression on her face.

But he didn’t smirk or tease her about it, instead he gently caressed her cheek and smiled. “I love you.”

Her shock turned to happiness as she smiled back at him, her cheeks hot to the touch. “I love you too.”

They both let out a huff of giddiness bordering a laugh then kissed again. That time it was a little deeper, and became deeper each time they would pull away then find each other’s lips again.

In the heat of the moment, Shikamaru swiftly grabbed a hold of the underside of Y/N’s thighs and propped her on top of his lap; each leg straddling his waist.

That night they spent quite a while on that couch, and it wasn’t to watch the movie.

[green-socks]

Anchor part 2: Someone New

Pairing: Mickey 'Fanboy' Garcia x F!reader x Robert 'Bob' Floyd

Summary: You finally get to meet Bob, who Mickey has not shut up about. Poor Bob is more confused than ever.

Words: 2.2k

Warnings: none really.

Notes: This was finished weeks ago and then I forgot to post lol. As always, thank you to @a-reader-and-a-writer for being an awesome beta help <3. And the credit for the headcanon of Mickey's real name and the backstory I use here goes to @marvelousmermaid who is officially Fanboy's wife and I'm just loaning him.

Part 1 | MASTERLIST

You and Miguel had been together since freshman year of high school. He was your best friend, and you knew there was nothing in the world that could make you not be in each other’s lives. You didn’t know if you’d use the word soulmate, because that didn’t feel quite right, and because the word sort of sounded like there could only be one.

Because while you and your Mickey were still madly in love with each other after all this time, it was sometime after college that you had both expressed the want to possibly add someone else to your relationship.

That was of course easier said than done. A lot of people were interested in a night of fun, or just casual, semi-regular sex, and you had tried that too, but ultimately you both agreed that you were the committing kind of people. That maybe was evident from the way you had already committed to each other, but at least now you knew. The other problem was that it was understandably difficult for someone entirely new to jump in with two people who already had known each other for ages. Many were hesitant to date two people already so in love with each other, fearing there wouldn’t be space for them, or that they’d never get the inside jokes and feel left out. You both could understand that as well, and you tried to make it clearly about dating you both as individuals and not just a package deal.

But so far you hadn’t found anyone who was the absolute right fit. Which is why you were very interested to hear more when Mickey texted you that he had “met someone”. When you demanded more explanation, he just replied “I’ll explain when I get home”, so here you were, waiting for his drunk ass to get back. He’d said he’d only go for one drink and check the situation out, but you knew Mickey never resisted a good time, so you weren’t surprised when it was past two am when he finally got home…

…And accidentally spilled some soda on the floor, waving a take-out bag. “Babe, I got us some nuggies!” he announced excitedly.

You did love nuggies.

Grabbing a few paper towels, you went to wipe the soda stain before it dried and then accepted the bag from him with a kiss on his cheek.

“Thanks, honey. Now, what was that text about?”

“There was this guy tonight, Bob, he’s a WSO like me, and we, like, immediately bonded over so much stuff and he’s so cute, you should have seen him. I flirted with him a little, to see how he’d respond, and I think he was feelin’ it, he kept blushing a lot. It was cute,” Mickey babbled. “And he’s a total nerd. You love nerds.”

“You got me there,” you laughed. “Wait, so is his name Bob or is his callsign Bob?”

“Sort of both? His name is Robert and Bob is his callsign. I dunno.”

“Huh. Interesting. Anyway, what does he look like? Would it be inappropriate to sleuth his Instagram??”

“Y’can’t, he doesn’t have any social media,” Mickey said, mouth full of fries.

“More interesting! Well, I’m obviously curious to meet him just based on what you said. Look at you, getting a crush first night back! You little ho,” you teased affectionately, and he grinned back all boyish and proud. “We should talk about this more properly tomorrow. It’s late and you still have an early morning tomorrow.”

He agreed, and so you made him drink some more water before getting to bed. You’d probably get more information tomorrow, both about why Miguel had been called back here, and about this other WSO who your boyfriend seemed to be very interested in.

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It’d been a week since you came to Fightertown, and you could tell the stress of the mission was getting to Mickey. He was usually one of the most optimistic people you knew, but even Mickey seemed much more stressed, serious, and tired than usual. Obviously, he couldn’t tell you too much about the mission, but he did keep you updated on everything he could.

Every night when he came home to you, he’d collapse on the couch and then you’d make him eat something and watch YouTube videos while he regaled the latest twists and turns of being back at TOPGUN. You felt like you were following a season of ‘Keeping Up with the Aviators’ or something, and you felt like you knew the others already without actually having met anyone else besides Reuben of course.

Your boyfriend had been working long days all week, which was why you were surprised when he texted you around noon, telling you to come to the beach behind The Hard Deck. Deciding you could push back work a little, you drove the short way there to see what was up.

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You settled yourself on the beach a little to the side of the bar. You had brought a book with you in case you needed entertainment, but once the gang of aviators got going, it was clear that Mickey and his colleagues were bringing the entertainment and then some. It would have felt a little weird to just sit there and ogle at the sweaty aviators playing their weird-looking football, but you had been invited to watch, so you figured it was okay. It was unclear to you what the rules of the game were and who was winning, or sometimes even who was on which team, but it was still really fun to watch them all rolling in the sand and getting into the game. It seemed like they were really having a great time, and the fun was infectious.

You suspected you knew the reason why Mickey had asked you to come today. It was a chance to see him and his fellow aviators out of uniform and in a more relaxed setting, but it was especially an opportunity to see one particular man. Mickey had told you that Bob wore glasses, but it wasn’t that that made him stand out amongst the gang of overgrown children. A flash of yellow among the shirtless players drew your attention immediately, and the glasses confirmed your guess that this was Bob.

It was obviously difficult to tell much about him from this distance, but you thought he seemed really cute. Mickey had talked about Bob a lot this past week, and you recognized the signs of infatuation in him. Your boyfriend was a man who got quickly excited about new things and jumped in headfirst, falling fast, whether it be new people or new hobbies. You liked that about him, but you also knew you had to stay realistic about the situation, and that he really was trying to keep it cool until there was even anything to get properly excited about.

It still made your stomach flutter pleasantly to see Miguel hugging Bob after scoring a point and lingering a touch (or two) longer than what was generally considered a hug between just friends. You could see the adoring look on your lover’s face even from here. And admittedly you had to restrain yourself from clapping and cheering along when later Bob was hoisted on tall shoulders and carried around like a hero.

Eventually, the merry gang all became too tired to play anymore, so Mickey jogged over to you.

“Come with me, amor. I want you to meet everyone,” he said, pulling you up to your feet.

You were excited to meet the people you had been watching all afternoon, even though the large crowd felt a little intimidating.

Before Mickey could even get everyone’s attention, Reuben came up to pull you into a big hug. You loved Reuben’s hugs, so you didn’t even complain about his sweaty chest pressing against your face.

“Been a long time! It’s good to see you,” he grinned, pulling away.

“Good to see you too, dude. Sorry I didn’t come to see you sooner,” you said, swiping your cheek dry from the sweat.

“Nah, don’t worry about it, we’ve been busy.”

“So I hear. I’m glad you got to have a little fun today at least.”

“Guys, this is my girl! Babe, this is.. everyone,” Mickey exclaimed proudly, interrupting your catching up with Reuben.

He introduced you to the whole group and told them that you were staying here with him for the duration of this special assignment. Everyone shouted greetings at you at once, and then someone suggested moving the party to The Hard Deck, so you let Reuben sling his arm over your shoulders and steer you inside.

You thought you’d noticed a flicker of disappointment on the one bespectacled aviator’s face when Mickey had introduced you, and you hoped it was because Bob assumed Mickey was taken for good and not because he didn’t like how you looked or something.

(Mickey could have told you that he, for his part, had noticed Bob eyeing you with interest up until you’d been introduced as Mickey’s girl. And that had made him happier than even the beach football game.)

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Bob was sitting at a table on the edge of where most of the group was hanging out. He felt like it was a good spot to be still sort of with them without seeming rude or like he didn’t want to be associated with them, but also far enough out that he felt like he could calm down a little. It had been a long day of high-energy socializing, and his battery was running low. He just needed a moment to recharge.

And reevaluate. Fanboy had a girlfriend. Which, in his mind, meant that either he really couldn’t trust himself to read any signals ever, or Fanboy actually had been flirting with him all week despite his relationship status. Which generally wasn’t a good thing. He’d seen enough of supposedly taken Navy men flirting at bars with random people that he knew what the gist usually was.

Yet, somehow, this situation didn’t seem like that at all. Since coming inside the bar, Bob had learned that they had been together for ages, and they seemed very happy together. Bob still trusted his observing skills to be able to tell that much. Besides, Fanboy just didn’t seem the type to go behind anyone’s back. Sure, he had only known the other WSO for a week, but he felt he knew enough of Fanboy’s character to vouch for that.

So, that left him taking Fanboy’s friendly acts for flirting as the most likely explanation. It wouldn’t be the first time, but usually, it went the other way around. He’d never been able to tell when someone was flirting with him, so it felt ironic that this time he really had thought it had been about that.

As if his thoughts had summoned them, the couple approached his table.

“Hey Bobby, mind if we sit with you?” Fanboy asked.

“Of course not.” He managed what he hoped was a polite smile.

“Sorry to disturb you. I just wanted to come meet you properly, since I’ve been hearing so much about you this past week,” you said.

Your smile was kind, but the words didn’t sound like empty flattery, and based on the way Fanboy looked a little sheepish, it was the truth.

Bob fought not to blush right out of the gate. But before he could stammer any reply, you moved on.

“Do you prefer to be called Robert or Bob or Bobby or something else?” His face must have reflected the slight bewilderment he was feeling, since you continued, “It’s just that I never call Miguel Fanboy since I don’t work in the Navy, and I don’t want to call you by your callsign if you’d rather be called something else outside of that context, you know?”

Not feeling any less bewildered, but still slightly touched that you’d ask for his preference, he replied, “I don’t mind any of those, to be honest. My cousin sometimes calls me Robby, for example. So, your call, I guess.” He shrugged, grinning a little.

“Wait, Miguel, huh?” Bob turned to Fanboy.

“Yeah,” the other man grinned back, “I’ve just been Mickey to pretty much everyone but my family since I was a kid. Mickey’s a bit.. easier.”

Bob thought he understood what Fanboy meant. People maybe laughed at his callsign sometimes, but at least no one had ever judged him for his actual name.

“Anyway,” Fanboy continued, “we, uhh, we wanted to ask you something.”

You both looked nervous all of a sudden, and Bob was more confused than ever.

“Would you like to have dinner with us tomorrow night? Our place. After you guys get out of training,” you blurted.

“Oh, uhm, sure.” Bob felt like he was blinking a lot during this conversation. “That sounds nice.”

“Great! We’d love to get to know you better. You seem like a really great guy.”

Okay, now was that a flirty look? From you? Just now? Or is he imagining things again? Bob felt like his head was spinning.

The two of you got up to join the others again, both of you simultaneously reaching to squeeze his hand, saying, “Tomorrow” with matching winks to boot.

Bob wasn’t entirely sure, but he felt like hadn’t just been invited to a simple board game night.

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[lilxmcrtes]

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Roleplaying/Writing

My favorite muse(s) of theirs and why: Max. He feels like the coolest muse I've ever come up with even though he's still wildly underdeveloped in the areas I think make him cool

My favorite interaction/thread of theirs: Aw man. You just want me to pick favorites don't you? That's why you sent this. Uhhh. I'll go wiiiiith... The crack posts of Aeron as a result of interacting with B.ucky. Pretty sure that’s mostly been Riley and K.laus. Oh oh! Also the ones with Thorn / Karma. Those usually end up being Asher.

My thoughts on their unique characterization/interpretation of their muse(s): And now for my insecurities. Lol. Always think I should be more developed, more organized, and consistent.

My thoughts on their writing style as a whole: Balanced hopefully. Keeping that emotional realism but also free to keep it fun.

Situation(s)/Plot(s) I’d love to see their muse(s) in: Imma scream about the U.mbrella A.cademy verse for Eira forever. Also I want Soulmate AUs, fake dating plots, found family (including slow burn with the other "parent") plots. Also getting back into the mutant verse. And just in general making more verses. And!! More plots that arcs for my muses in relation to each other. Would love to explore something further for them. Also! Survival plots like zombie apocalypse or escaping a game/reality/time/death loop.

Someone else I love seeing them interact with: Myself of course lmao For real, B.ucky. God I love that Content. I couldn’t possibly get enough.

Anything else I want to say about their roleplaying: Should do it more. With more people. And consistently. Not have drafts sitting for months and probably annoy my partners.

If We Know Each Other

What I Think Are Their Best Qualities: Ew. Pls. Why are you making me do this? Ugh okay. I’d sayyy... I’m?? Goddamn this is hard. Uh. Oh! Thoughtful! I do a lot of thinking. All the time. It actually kinda sucks for me! But in terms of being a good writing partner, I try to pay attention. Ask questions others might not. Send posts that remind me of their muse. Adapt to a similar style. Just. Be thinking of you and your muse.

What I Think Are Their Strengths: Plotting intra-muse things. For myself and other multiple muse writers. So I’ve been told. It is my favorite thing to do.

A Memorable OOC Interaction Of Ours: The time I realized that my muses didn’t have to be from a real place. I could just make up a place and not worry about accuracy. Really love myself for that one

Why Others Should RP With Them: Bc I said pls? lol Because they want to of course. They see something they like and wanna be a part of, doing something together.

How Others Should Approach Them: I think it’s generally accepted that memes are the way to go. But given how many times I wanna start on a clean slate, it’d be good to have a solid idea for first meeting and the general direction the interaction / relationship will go. So I’d love to plot that initially. That gives me something to fall back on. Especially because we’ve settled on a muse of mine you wanna interact with. It’d also be awesome if you approached first. Even if that’s just sending a meme.

Other Roleplayers I’d Recommend To Them: The ones I haven’t written with! Or haven’t in a while! Or didn’t really get the ball rolling! Shout out to @diicktective @heartxshaped-bruises @detectiveconnor @immortalled @flxtchcr specifically bc I think they're excellent. The content is *chef's kiss* and I hope to get to writing with / continue writing with them soon :D

Anything else I want to say about them: I can take a while but I hope I’m worth it.

If We Have/Plan To Interact Together

A plot I’d like to write with them: Beyond what I wrote before, specifically I'd like to write a plot that brings all my muses together. Ultimate crossover style. Which will likely take place in the mutant verse. I've already got some distant plans. Just need to actually develop them and put them into motion.

A muse I want to introduce to them: MJ, my newest idea/focus

A ship/broship I’d like to propose to them: Of my own muses, I’ve been toying with the idea of Eira and Darius. Of others’ muses, I’ve been thinking about Lorelei and Swift ( @diicktective ) or maybe the muses on the mun’s other blog @arachnofille. I have no thoughts. Just reading the vibes.

A thread with them I’m excited about: A thread with myself I’m excited about... Well that recent one with Eira and Max, I’ve been meaning to get back to. Also potentially thinking about writing Eira and L.oki bc I miss a particular ship but I think the mun is inactive ;n;

Anything else I want to say: There's so much I'd like to do but the balance between my own thing and replies when balancing writing at all and not, is just so hard.

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[sasarasfan]

has it been 2 months since the anniversary? yes. do i care? no.

I want to answer some questions <3

1. Sometime around the fourth anniversary? Maybe July/august of last year. I got into hypmic because of a post that said “Happy Birthday Ichiro!!” And I liked the art style so I watched the anime :3c

2. The art style of the anime!! Idk I really like the eyes of the characters lmao

3. Hmm it was the first music based media I got into, the others being Milgram and a bit of enstars. I love it a lot <3

4. I thought BB was kinda boring,,,, I didn’t really like MTC at first ngl,,,, I thought Ramuda was annoying and I didn’t like his voice, and then he grew on me, but I liked Matenrou from the get go and I wanted them to win the first DRB. Doppo stuck out to me a lot. His screaming somehow reached my heart and I love him lots. Of course I can’t forget Sasara <3 he was so scrunkly I didn’t want to listen to the other divisions at first, but after ah Osaka dreamin night I was a changed man

5. I think Doppo was my first favourite?

6. Definitely Ramuda. I really didn’t like his voice, but he grew on me. Also the entirety of DotsuHom? Yeahhhhhh

7. Matenrou!! Was a Matenrou stan from the first episode I saw them

8. Sasara is my favourite character now <3 but Doppo and Gentarou are a close second

9. Whatever was first in the anima, but other than that I think maybe don’t stop the party or black or white? Matenrou song I think

10. Don’t Stop the Party but Comedian Rhapsody is slowly catching up

11. I love Ah Osaka Dreamin’ Night. I want to kiss it so bad

12. I haven’t listened to the stage songs enough to have a favourite :[

13. Bonus??? Like??? Duet???? If so, Nausa de Zuiqu

14. I like Hoodstar+ and SUMMIT OF DIVISIONS

15. G Anthem of Y City I don’t get why people don’t like it as much as Gangstas Paradise I think it’s better than Gangstas Paradise. Also JACKPOT! But that’s just because I love Jackpot (and I haven’t seen anyone really like anima songs :[)

16. Yes. Dotsuitare Hompo my beloved. Sasara Nurude my beloved. DotsuHom can make no bad songs. I love all of their group songs so much

17. Doppo probably he can spit some fire verses 😈🔥🔥 or Dice, Dice is good too

18. I haven’t payed enough attention to the composers sorry ahah

19. Once again, I don’t pay attention

20. Ah Osaka Dreamin’ Night or Hella Awesome Banquet, those two are very, very good

21. I do! I recently passed DJ level 100! Cant get my friend code rn but I would if I could

22. Hmmm I kind of want to see more Sasara and Gentarou I think it’d be funny

23. Yeah!! Hifudo and Sasaro mainly <33 love my skrunkles <33 I also think Doppo x Samatoki is cool, I liked their interactions in the shuffle drama track

24. me and sasara /j

25. Rosho and I would get along well I think. Same with like Hifumi and Doppo maybe? Jyushi as well. Actually, maybe Jakurai too

26. I don’t think I really kin any of the characters. Maybe Rosho? I try to do things as best as I can, but end up giving up if I feel like I’m dragging people down? Kinda???

27. I DONT [cries] I really want a Sasara mochi plush, or any Sasara merch, or any doppo merch :(((((((

28. Not really weird, but I think if there were mics that looked like their mics i would buy it immediately

29. Uhhhhhhhhhh I don’t really know??? Nor care that much??? As long as they look cool I’m fine with anything

30. Hifumi and Doppo, especially with all their history. The same with Rosho and Sasara kinda. Rei and Ramuda maybe? OH! Dice and his mom im kinda interested

31. look. i think. rio should get. much more love. I am so weak to that man. He could give me a little :( and id crumble at his feet weeping and sobbing going “sir, sir, I’d do anything for you :,(“

32. Sasara is so scrunkly. His character goes a lot deeper than just “haha comedian” and im excited to see more of his true character unravel slowly. I also like his character design and his songs slap so hard. I like Doppo a lot because I kind of relate to him? His raps are so cool and I like his personality. I wish I could give him a big hug :[

33. I saw somewhere that Rosho can’t sleep without hugging something and urgghrhdhh that head cannon has me in a chokehold

34. Uh. Yeah, they’re cool ig. Don’t really know much about them other than surface level stuff, but yeah

35. I like Matenrou because their dynamic is so soft. Like you could walk into a room with them in it and they’d just be having tea and chatting over little things with small smiles on their faces and HRGRGRRB that image just makes me love them a lot. I like DotsuHom cause the combination of Sasara telling his stupid jokes with Rosho chastising him for it while Rei is just sitting there slightly amused makes me laugh so hard.

36. Matenrou just have gatherings in like a garden or a greenhouse when their schedules allow them to hehe <3

37. I don’t have a preference? I know I’m going to love them either way so….

38. I follow Rios VA on Instagram, but I’m pretty disconnected to the VAs otherwise

39. I have not, mostly cause I don’t know Japanese. I would if I could, and I really do want to

40. I have a 10k sasaro fanfic in the editing process rn <33

41. I like the manga!! I think ARB is cool, but I can’t read Japanese, and I haven’t seen the stage, but I do like it. I think manga is the most bite sized? Kinda way to consume hypmic lore, so that’s why I prefer it. I also do like the drama tracks though. Just hearing them makes me smile wide

42. Sasaros break up + getting back together. Additionally, when Rosho cried because he was so passionate about supporting younger kids. I teared up ngl

43. I have not made theories, I just like, consume a bunch and let them brew in my head

44. Hmmm I haven’t payed much attention to what’s happened in the manga rn so I don’t have much to say about this

45. I made a 57 slide presentation about hypmic and successfully converted two people into hypmicism like two days ago. I also got another friend around November last year into hypmic! I love my friends dearly and I made the 57 slide presentation just for them which I think I took like 5+ hours on.

46. DOSTUHOM UEUEUEUEUEUEUEUE wish Sasara and Rosho make it to the top together!! Rei too ig. Maybe. I think it would be really funny if Matenrou somehow won again, but I think Dotsuitare Hompo is most likely going to win next DRB, or MTC

47. I hope it doesn’t urrrgh. Maybe with all the character lore explored, and wrapped up. I really don’t want an open end to any of the characters stories

48. A lot. I was able to make a lot of friends through it. I found something that I really, really liked, and I got to share it with my friends. I love hypmic so, so much, and I hold it very close to my heart.

49. The characters are all so unique, and the songs are so good! There’s at least one song you’ll like, out of the 100+ songs. It’s so fun getting to cheer on your favourite teams :] there’s so many talented people in the fandom as well

50. Hello future me! I don’t know when I’ll read this again, but I hope things have been good!! I got River and Chair into hypmic 😈🔥🔥!! I really like Sasara Nurude (hopefully you still do 🙄🙄) go listen to Comedian Rhapsody again. I know you want to. Please tell me we get more banger Dotsuitare Hompo songs. They can make no bad songs, but still. God I love hypmic so much. Everything about it is so great. I love every character, their flaws and their strengths. I love the stories that we’re given. I love the songs which I could dance my heart out to. The fandom is so great as well. I wish it would never end haha

[novagreen]

The Best Gift

A/N: This is a request!!! I hope you like it! <3

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ ONLY!!, handcuffs, chocolate syrup(?)

Summary: Andrew surprises Y/N after being gone filming for a month. They kiss in the rain, dry off, and share some brownies that make them crave…each other?

Word Count: I went kinda crazy, 3121 words

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Andy <3 is calling…

(1) Missed calls from: Andy <3

Andy <3 is calling…

(2) Missed calls from: Andy <3

Andy <3 is calling…

(3) Missed calls from: Andy <3

Message from: Andy <3 - Baby are you okay?

“I wanna swiiiiiing from the chandelierrrrr ” Y/N yells, or ‘sings’ as she liked to call it, while scrubbing her hair in the shower.

“Fluff, you think I could pull off a mohawk?” she asks, her and Andrew’s cat, who was sitting at the entrance of the bathroom, licking itself.

“I think you’re just having a hard time picturing it… don't you worry fluff…” she pauses while she shapes her soapy hair into a messy mohawk.

“...Okay, I got it. What do we think?” Y/N models for fluff, giving the cat multiple angles to make her decision.

“Meooow” the cat suddenly chokes out a hairball, and meows a sound of disgust. Y/N faces the bathroom mirror, still in the shower, and continues talking to fluff.

“Wow, kinda harsh Fluff. I get it may not be my style, but geez.” She laughs while washing off the soap in her hair.

“One, two, three, One, two, three, drink” she continues to sing as she steps out of the shower, as if she didn't just get insulted by fluff.

“Man, this is such a fire song” she comments.

Fluff follows Y/N into the bedroom where she hurries to get dressed, not wanting the brownies she had in the oven to burn.

The house is quiet, missing Andrew’s presence. He had been in New York, filming for the past month. Y/N missed him, but after two years of dating him, understood that his schedule could suck sometimes.

“Now, where did I put the oven mitts?” she whispers to herself.

“Aha!” she slips her hands into the mitts, opens the oven, and pulls out the tray of brownies. After letting them cool for thirty minutes, she returns to the kitchen to drizzle chocolate syrup on each squared piece. She called it her ‘secret ingredient’, that really wasn't so secret.

“Holy crap these look good, I should take a picture. Right fluff!?” she shouts to the cat across the house. Y/N finds fluff, laying on the couch with a sad expression on her face, right next to Andrews's sweater he had left there all those weeks ago. Y/N didn't want to move it and risk losing his scent.

“Oh baby, I miss him too.” she whispers sweetly to the cat, petting her fur. The cat jumps up in fear, hearing the thunder booming outside. At the same time, Y/N’s phone begins to ring, startling her as well.

“Christ, where is it. Scared the crap out of me.” she whines, dragging herself around the room, following the sound. She reaches between two of the couch cushions and finds her phone.

Andy <3 is calling…

“Oh my god Fluff! I think we manifested it” she laughs, before answering and placing the phone to her ear.

“Hi baby!” Y/N excitedly speaks into the device.

“Hello my love.” Andrew responds, happy to hear his girlfriend's voice.

“What are you up to?” his smile displaying through his voice.

“Oooh is this phone sex? Cause if it is, I gotta go into the room. Fluff hearing us do that would just be too traumatizing for her and I don't want to traumatize our baby!” Y/N whines through the phone, already running to the bedroom, hearing Andrew laugh on the other end.

“Not exactly, love” he responds simply, the rain sounding loud in the background.

“Oh is it raining in New York also? Woah that's weird, it's like our love connects the climate between states” she laughs about her theory.

“It’s raining there too? Hmm, It’d be a shame if your gift, got soaked in the rain” he says with a tone of concern.

“Gift? What gift?” Y/N asks, giggling from excitement.

“Fluff your daddy is so fucking awesome” she covers the phone so Andrew doesn't hear her whisper to fluff

“Sweetheart, I heard that” he laughs.

“Dammit fluff, why didn't you tell me I was covering the wrong part??” she puts Andrew on speaker and shoves her face into her hands in embarrassment.

“Why don’t you go see what your gift is, baby?” Andrew instructs her softly. He doesn't need to say more before she runs through the house, out the front door in search of her present.

“Wha- Andrew, I don’t see anything.” she speaks into the phone, confused.

“I’m sorry love, I should've been more specific. Your gift is in the Garde-” he didn't even need to finish the word ‘Garden’, before she was running toward the opposite side of the house, through the door leading to the garden.

“Oh shi-” her hurry into the garden, the very wet garden, caused her to slip as soon as she stepped outside.

Luckily, something- or rather, someone, caught her.

“Woah there, you have to be careful, it's quite rainy” Andrew warns with a smile so big you could see his gorgeous dimples. The gasp Y/N let out was so loud, even with the rain and thunder, the neighbors likely heard.

“Wha- Andrew what’re you doing here?! I thought you weren't getting back for another couple of weeks.” she asks confused but even more joyful.

“We wrapped up filming early and I hopped on a plane the second they said ‘cut’, pretty sure I’m getting an earful from my manager tomorrow, but I just couldn't wait to see my girl” he explains calmly, expressing how peaceful he feels with Y/N by his side.

“This is my present?!” she laughs, squishing his cheeks in her palms.

“Correct. I hope I didn't dissapoi-” he doesn't get to finish his sentence before Y/N is jumping in his arms, kissing him deeply.

“I missed you so much” she sobs, though Andrew probably couldn't tell considering they were both getting soaked by the rain. Far too focused on their embrace and reunion to move away from the rain and into the comfort of their home. They spend several minutes standing in the rain, stuck in their embrace, kissing deeply.

“I missed you too baby” he smiles into the kiss before carrying her back to the house.

“Now, where is my favorite cat in the whole world?” he questions, approaching the coach where fluff lays.

“MEOW” the second fluff spots Andrew, she let's out the loudest meow they had ever heard, jumping onto him.

‘’Woah, woah, fluff” she claws her way onto his chest before being comfortably held, earning a purr from her.

“I think it goes without saying, your girls missed you” Y/N leans against the living room wall, drying her hair with her towel, handing Andrew his own.

“We should get changed before we get sick hun” she whispers, not wanting to disturb his reunion with their baby. Andrew walks over to her, fluff in his hand, leaning to kiss her on the cheek.

“Baby, I’m worried that if I try to put her down, I’ll get my eyes scratched out.” he whispers in a humorous tone.

Y/N walks over to the kitchen, Andrew and Fluff of course following.

“You got here at the perfect time” she begins, grabbing a piece of brownie.

“I made my iconic brownies.” she grins, taking a bite of the delicious pastry.

“I can see that” he smiles, leaning forward to steal a piece. The chocolate syrup drips onto her face as she eats, causing her to stick her tongue out and lick it off, or at least try to. She continues sticking her tongue out, trying to clean the chocolate off, until Andrew starts laughing at her failed attempts.

“Here baby, I got it.” To Y/N’s surprise, he does not wipe it off her face but rather, lick it off for her. The action causing Y/N’s eyes to become full of lust. By this point, Y/N was holding fluff, in order for Andrew to enjoy his treat.

Relax, he just got home. He was just helping you wipe off the chocolate. She tells herself to calm down.

He continues eating his pastry, licking chocolate off his hand.

Y/N, relax. She reminds himself, taking a deep breath. The idea of relaxing went out the window the second he took his own index finger into his mouth to lick chocolate off of it, removing his finger with a popping sound.

Fuck.

“Fluff, baby, I love you but mommy and daddy need some private time” she whispers to the cat, guiding it to its room. A room Andrew insisted needed to be the cat’s room. Boy was Y/N glad about that right now.

She slides back into the stool as quietly as possible, Andrew distracted with the pastry.

“Baby?” Y/N calls. Andrew spins around, finding her still sitting in her seat, but no fluff in sight.

“Yes?” he answers, walking toward her. He’s taken by surprise when as soon as he’s close enough, Y/N quickly pulls him toward her, faces merely inches away.

He looks at her innocently, playing along and letting her think this is her idea. Not that the second he saw the brownies, planned on enticing her.

“I’ve really missed you” she says, emphasizing the word ‘really’ while sliding one of her hands down his body, the other holding his face.

“I’ve missed you too, baby. Is there something you need?” He coos, kissing her cheeks and down her neck. By now, she’s desperate, and five seconds away from dropping to her knees for him.

“I can think of a few things” she moans, palming his erection

“Please, tell me what I can do for you” he batts his eyelashes and shifts in her hold, earning a low groan from himself. She’s speechless, full of lust, and desperate for him. He slides his silk button down off his body, reaching to unbutton his jeans as well. He practically hears Y/N’s breathing come to a stop.

Next he slides out of his pants, “Hm, I was getting cold in those wet clothes. I think I’ll put some pajam-” She slams her lips into his, pulling him into the bedroom, but not before crashing into walls. Overwhelmed by desire.

“You drive me mad” she whispers into his lips, sliding her tongue inside his mouth. “Fuck baby, you taste so good. Missed this, missed you.” he moans out. He signals for her to jump, which she does happily.

He holds the back of her head, smashing his lips to hers, trying to get even closer to her, impossibly close. Y/N and Andrew had been together for two years, they were used to being away from each other for long periods of time, each having a time consuming career. However, their reunions often resulted with noise complaints from neighbors.

“Are you going to be a good girl for me?’ he asks, before falling onto the bed with her under him. She moans in response. He kisses her all over, from her face to her neck, chest, stomach, and finally, when he’s about to reach her core, he steps away.

She whines in protest of the loss of contact.

“Andrew, what are you doing?” she sits up, looking at him.

“You said you’d be a good girl for me, right?” he tilts his head, confirming her intentions.

“Yes. Please baby, I’ll be a good girl for you.” she expects to see him move back to the position between her legs, but instead, he exits the room, but nor before saying, “Good. Then be good for me and scoot up toward the top of the bed while I come back”

She considers defying him, tempted to see what punishments he’d come up with. She was far too in need of contact with him, to act out though. So she did as told, moving her body toward the headboard, filled with excitement and lust.

“Andrew?” she calls out, waiting for his response. He walks back into the room with the bottle of chocolate syrup and their pink fur lined handcuffs, usually used on Andrew, but it seemed tonight was different.

“While I know your pussy beats the sweetness of chocolate anyday, I thought we’d switch things up tonight.” he smirks, moving toward Y/N and placing the object in his hand, on the nightstand.

“You mind reminding me how good you taste baby? I seem to have made myself crave the taste of you.” he smiles, looking for permission to proceed.

“Please” is all she could breathe out, overwhelmed by his words, and half naked body. As soon as he has her consent, he moves between her legs, kissing up her thighs.

“Do you know how much I love you?” he kisses closer to her core, making her exhale a shaky breath. “How much I love our life together?” he kisses even closer to the area Y/N needs him most. He doesn't wait for a response, anticipating her lack of words.

He places her legs on his shoulders, using his teeth to peel her panties off. She throws her head back, feeling like she’s floating, just from feeling him so close to the most sensitive part of her.

I love you. She feels him spell it out with his tongue, it'd been so long since they last saw each other, that she nearly forgot what a god he was in bed.

“Fuck- yes, yes right there” his tongue is completely inside her, making her squirm, only bringing her more pleasure as it causes his nose to rub against her clit.

“Let me hear you” he moves away for a split second to speak, before returning to devouring her.

“Oh god- Andrew!” she moans loudly, so caught up in the sensations she was feeling, that she clenched her legs, pulling him even closer to her core. She was about to apologize, when she realized that had earned a loud vibratious moan from him. She was sure she had died at some point during the night, maybe the lightning struck her, because she was in absolute heaven.

“Y/N” he pants into her, barely breathing, but too obsessed with pleasing her.

“I- oh god- I’m gonna- fuck- I’m gonna cum!” she stutters out, feeling a new wave of pleasure as she spoke each word. His tongue’s movements became olympic level fast. He didn't hesitate to attend her clit to ensure a powerful orgasm. Andrew was getting off on every little noise she made, causing him to groan multiple times.

“Let go baby” he tells her, continuing his movements on her clit, quickly and with just the right amount of pressure.

“Andrew, I-fuckk, Andy!” she moans out while feeling that familiar feeling spread to her stomach, causing her back to arch.

“Just like that baby” he whispers as she comes down from her high. Once she’s come down, he lays next to her, pulling her in for a kiss she quickly responds to.

“You are a godsend Andrew Garfield.” she laughs, pulling him close, tugging on his hair.

“Mmm, yeah?” he coos, pulling her on top of him. “I’m feeling a bit tired, maybe I should just go to sle-” “ohh” he moans, unable to finish his sentence, as Y/N pulls his boxers down, stroking his hard length. She places him inside her mouth, bobbing her head, lubricating him further.

“Baby, no- I want to be inside your pretty pussy” he groans.

“Another time then” she concludes, crawling onto his lap, lining him up with her soaked folds. She sinks herself down onto him, causing them to both exhale. She starts bouncing up and down, slowly at first, but quickly picks up speed.

“Holy fuck baby- you feel so good” Andrew moans out, pulling her down to kiss her, and knead her breast, earning whimpers from Y/N. It always amazed Andew how Y/N could completely consume him. One month he spent in New York, and every second was spent thinking about her. Her laugh, her jokes, her body. He fell in love with her even more, merely from the memory of her.

“My turn” he flips them over, now drilling into her roughly. Reaching over her toward the nightstand, he grabs the handcuffs, and chocolate syrup.

“Tell me if this hurts at all” he states, locking her hands together, and then to the headboard. She breathed heavily at his action, smiling.

“Christ baby, your tits are so fucking gorgeous.” Andrew says, truly amazed by her body.

“Can’t believe your mine” He grabs the chocolate syrup, aiming it toward her mouth.

“You want a taste baby?” he asks sweetly. She quickly nods. He goes to drop syrup into her mouth, but at the last minute, squeezes a line of chocolate from her chest to her stomach.

“Mm, maybe next time” he smirks coyly. Lowering himself, sticking his tongue out to clean the sugar off of her. Taking his sweet time, no pun intended. Y/N can't stay still, his tongue clouding her mind.

“Being so good baby, you deserve a taste” he kisses her suddenly, intertwining his tongue with hers, ensuring she tastes the chocolate he just licked off. She moans quietly into his mouth, pulling at her restraints.

Without warning, he thrusts back into her, hearing her gasp.

“Oh, Yes!” she screams, feeling hot all over. He rails into her, but stops to uncuff her.

“I need you to ride me. I want your tits in my face while you fuck me” he speaks through wih heavy breaths. With her hands free, she flips them so she’s on top.

“Y/N, god, I love you so much” he moans, holding her hips while taking her left nipple into his mouth, massaging the right.

“I don't know how youre all mine, but fuck am I glad” he smiles, kissing her quickly before slapping her ass.

“Yes!” she screams out, feeling her clit rub on his abdomen. Her walls tightening around him, causing him to cuss and moan out her name repeatedly.

“Andrew?” she gasps, out of breath.

“Yes baby?” “Oh GOD Y/N” he suddenly groans, feeling himself seconds away from cumming.

“I-oh I” she stutters unable to get her sentence out, too consumed by their bodies colliding.

“I love you!” she finally spits out, sending them both over the edge. The room was hot, matching there body heat.

She falls back on to Andrew, planting kisses on his neck, after catching her breath for a moment.

“Welcome home baby” she laughs, hugging him tightly and continuing to kiss his neck and face.

He smiles wide, holding her face in his hands, looking at his whole world.

[wastelandcth]

i’ll always come back to you - cth

summary: Calum wore a skirt. A stage reveal happens. 

author’s notes: I have no excuse but I hope you enjoy it as much as I did. 

warnings: Cal in a skirt (please it’s too good), car sex, PIV, calum blanks out a little, she’s back and better than ever!

masterlist || request || more doves

“What do you think I should wear?” Calum asked softly, his hands running through the different items in his closet once more, “It’s a pretty big show, I can’t just show up in something shitty. All I’ve worn for the past two years is either baggy jeans and a t-shirt or shorts and no shirt.” 

It was true, ever since the world had shut down and the band’s tour had been put on hold more times than Calum could count, his passion for fashion and finding new clothes to wear had been put on hold as well. Comfort and trying to stay sane in the middle of a worldwide pandemic had left him reaching for any signs of comfort to hold on to and keep him sane. But with the band’s first show slowly approaching and Calum’s nerves returning in the form of playing a fake bass while he tried to calm his racing mind, he knew he’d have to find an outfit sooner or later, and it’d have to be one to make him feel good about himself on stage once more. 

“I mean, I don’t think anyone would personally complain about you showing up shirtless to a show,” Dovey teased, her eyes tracing the muscles in Calum’s back as she sat on the edge of the bed, “I certainly wouldn’t.” 

“Yeah, but you’re a pervert so you have no choice,” Calum chuckled and threw another shirt towards his loving wife. 

The days had gone by and Calum had been stuck at rehearsals, trying his best to find the groove the band had long for ever since the start of the shutdown, but eventually, Calum found himself at home the morning of the show watching from the green room as the concert went on around the world. His bag, which he’d packed and unpacked multiple times that morning, laid on one of the couches. He knew he’d made the right choice, the look on Dovey’s face when he’d packed away the black fabric before she could get a peek of it enough of a reaction to make him smirk before he had rushed out the door at the sound of Ashton’s horn. 

“So, did you decide on an outfit?” Michael asked as he sat down next to him during a break in their soundcheck, watching as Calum’s leg swung along to whatever beat Ashton was trying to work out with Luke, “Dovey has been texting me all day asking if I’ve gotten a peek at it.” 

“Tell her to fuck off,” Calum chuckled, “I told her she had to wait like everyone else did to see it.” 

“Alright,” Michael huffed, nudging him playfully, “But we’re going to be the first to see it then.”

“Yeah, yeah, and she’ll manage to bully you into telling her somehow.” 

Calum looked in the mirror, inhaling a shaky breath as he fixed the collar of his suit jacket once more as he heard his bandmates chuckling outside of the bathroom door. With one final look at his outfit he opened the door and stepped out, goosebumps covering his skin as the cold air of the dressing room brushed against his legs. 

“Woah! Calum!” Ashton grinned, his eyes wide and his head nodding, “No man, that looks sick! I love it!” 

“Oh man, your dad is going to freak once he sees you on stage!” Luke nodded, “You look so good!”

“Guys, Dovey is literally going to kill us all,” Michael whined and clapped Calum on the shoulder, “You look fucking awesome, dude.”

Calum’s cheeks flushed, turning hot as he chuckled and shook his head, letting the curls he’d been growing out swish against his forehead while he tried his best not to push away his very excited and very supportive bandmates. It wasn’t until the room, which consisted of the four of them and their photographer started chanting for him to do a spin that he’d finally told them to fuck off. But with a spin, and a small bout of giggles that left him when the material of his skirt brushed against the back of his knees, Calum had never felt more prepared to play a show in his life, especially when he knew that Dovey would be in the crowd singing her heart out along with them all. 

Dovey’s eyes watched the crowd around her grow restless as time ticked slowly, minutes dragging on until the show would start. Her adrenaline was high as she heard an announcer overhead shout that the show would start in one minute, the pit in her stomach thrumming with excitement and the thought of seeing her husband and his best friends on stage again after so long. She knew how much Calum missed being on stage with them, how much he missed performing to a crowd of people singing the lyrics back to them, and so she knew that tonight’s performance would be nothing but perfect. The hum of a guitar backstage and the sound of cheers around her had Dovey on her feet before she even knew it, her wide eyes searching the stage for the man she’d married. 

“Oh my god, he did not,” she gasped, her cheers and clapping drowned out in the rest of the crowd as she saw Calum walking out on stage, “That bastard!”

On stage, under the shining lights and for everyone to see, Calum Hood stood grinning as his fingers moved easily over the strings of his bass. The silver chains, which hung across Calum’s waist, shone like his eyes as the set started. Dovey’s eyes tried their hardest to focus, her vision blurred by the tears that sprung out as she watched the love of her life sing his heart out on stage after too many months of being away from the one place he was able to lose himself in. The skirt, which Dovey was already drooling over, swayed along with every movement Calum made as she found herself swaying along with it, stuck in a never-ending dance she wasn’t sure she’d ever want to end. But when Ghost of You played out and Dovey’s eyes found Calum’s it was like the large crowds that had given her anxiety ever since Calum had mentioned the show and the loud music had all disappeared. 

There was no one but her and Calum standing there, swaying to the song that had meant more to them than anyone could have ever imagined. 

She knew their kids were watching from home, giggling and dancing along in the safety of their living room while the sitter recorded them for Dovey and Calum to cry along to later that night. But right now, in the moment, all she could think about was how despite all the things that had gone wrong and how scary the world had turned, she still had her family and the love of her life was singing to her in a room full of people once more. The set was over before Dovey even realized, her legs carrying her back towards the dressing room she’d left not too long ago and towards her husband and his amazingly talented friends. 

The night had become a whirlwind of events, Dovey’s arms wrapping around Calum and stuttering through her praises as her hands and eyes took in his after-show presence. Her mind was distracted throughout the rest of the promo the band had gone to do with the view of him in the skirt and mesh shirt that kept peeking in and out of view from where she stood with the rest of their team. Her eyes never left his as she watched him smile and laugh with the band and it wasn’t until the car door closed next to her and she watched Calum walk in front of the car before sliding into the driver’s seat that she let out the soft breath she was holding in. 

“So, what did you think of the show?” Calum asked as he pulled off the highway, his grin wide as his eyes glanced over at Dovey, “Did you like it? I think we did great. Yeah, the set was short but I think it we-”

“Calum, if you don’t pull over right now I will literally crash this car,” Dovey breathed out, her hand reaching out and squeezing Calum’s thigh gently. 

The car screech to a halt, Calum’s soft gasp lost on Dovey’s lips as she pulled him into a kiss, Calum’s body leaning over the console to pull her even closer to him. He and Dovey might not have been a couple of a thousand words, but he knew exactly what she was doing when her teeth pulled gently at his bottom lip. He also knew that they didn’t have much time before their car was steamed up and their moans echoed against the tinted windows, so Calum had to work fast. 

“Back seat, baby girl,” he breathed out, his forehead resting against his wife’s for just a second before she sprung into action, her soft laughter music to Calum’s ears. 

“I am. So proud. Of you.” Dovey mumbled in between the kisses she was leaving on Calum’s skin, her hips rolling against his and pressed up silver chains of his skirt, “You looked so fucking amazing on stage I couldn’t help but think about all the things I wanted you to do to me tonight.”

“Yeah?” Calum breathed out, his hands squeezing Dovey’s thighs as he helped her push up the hem of the skirt she was more than likely soaking through if his leaking cock wasn’t already at fault for it, “Gonna show me all those things you were thinking of?” 

“Mhm, only have time for one of them right now though,” Dovey smirked, her hand taking his cock and stroking it a few times, listening to the soft whimpers that left Calum as her own hips rocked against his solid thigh, “Have to wait until we’re back home for the others.” 

Calum’s eyes opened enough at one point to see the steam from their act fogging up the windows, the beads of moisture dripping down their foreheads matching the ones racing down the window next to his head. Above him, Dovey looked like an angel, her closed eyes and barely opened mouth making Calum think he was the luckiest man alive. His fingers had dug into her hips, soft whimpers leaving them both with every rock of their hips and Calum wasn’t sure if he’d ever want this feeling to end. He wasn’t sure if he’d ever get tired of the way Dovey felt wrapped around him. He’d happily get lost in her warmth and never find his way out again if he could, but the coil in his stomach kept stretching and stretching, threatening to snap as he listened to Dovey’s moans grow louder and louder as her hips rose and fell with every one of them. 

“Calum,” she gasped out, one of her hands finding comfort in the soft curls she’d been playing with ever since they’d grown out and coiled against his head. 

“I know, I’ve got you,” Calum choked out, his own high speeding towards him as he felt Dovey clench around him as her hips paused and her whimpers were soaked into by Calum’s skin, “Oh fuck, baby, I-”

“Calum,” Dovey whispered, her soft kisses on Calum’s skin making the blinding white stars beneath his eyelids clear slowly, “Hey, come back to me,” she mumbled, the feeling of her fingers running through his hair grounding Calum back to the backseat of his car. 

His lungs hurt, the panting breaths he was taking sounding over the muffled music playing from the radio in the front, and his vision was still blurred as he watched Dovey leaned back against his thighs, her hair tousled and her dress still rucked up over her hips. It took him a couple more breaths, the thick air coating his lungs until finally, Calum’s hand found Dovey’s in the darkness of the car and he smiled lazily. 

“You back with me, Hood?” she asked softly and smiled, the gentle squeeze she gave his hand making him nod. 

“I always come back to you,” Calum whispered, “Always.” 

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[larryjohnsonsbitch]

Possesive!Larry x reader

i said it would be out tomorrow but i’m god so it’s here now haha

let me know if you would like me to make one with gender neutral pronouns

word count: 2593

she/her pronouns

Warnings: smut, alcohol, possesive behaviour, sal x reader kiss, 

You had been dating Larry for a while now, he’s your first boyfriend and you couldn’t be happier with him. He always comes to your work during your breaks and even sits down at a table and orders drinks while he waits you to finish your shift, so there he sat now looking at you so tenderly it made your heart race. He had been here for around 2 hours, ordering various drinks while switching between watching you and going on his phone, the only thing you worried about was how long he had been waiting for you, and that you still had another hour ‘till knock off. So, you continued serving tables and taking orders, making sure he was okay when you could to which he’d reply “I love you enough to wait” with a squeeze of your arm, it didn’t really answer the question but nothing stopped him from leaving so it stayed like that until you finished and as you took of the apron which the restaurant made you wear you felt a pair of arms around your waist and a face nestling into your neck, you laughed. Spinning around to face him and peck his cheek. “I don’t like you talking to all those guys” he pouted “why can’t you just stay with me” he finished the sentence with a kiss to your head and you had never felt more loved.

“I would love to stay with you, Larry, but I have to work so I can pay rent” you smiled, setting down the apron, taking his hand in yours and lightly squeezing it. “lets go, love”

You and Larry walked back to the apartments, hand in hand, until you reached his room. Flopping down on the bed he opened his arms for you to come cuddle him, you happily obliged settling between his legs, your head on his chest as you listened to his heart, his hand made its way to your hair tugging on some strands as he brushed through it with his fingers. “I’ve seen all of you and your flaws ,I still love all of you so much” he said into your hair “I don’t think many others would”

The sentence sat wrongly in your stomach, you couldn’t tell why though. He was right. Not many people would love you flaws and all. So in response you lifted your head, pressed a kiss to his lips

“I know” you said lips still so close you could feel his breath.

The two of you laid like that for hours before Larry spoke again. “Sal invited me over for a movie tomorrow, I want you to come too seems its your day off. I hate when we’re apart” you agreed to go and before you knew it you were asleep, nestled closely to Larry.

 The next day you and Larry were at Sal, Todd and Neil’s place snacks in hand, Larry’s arm was around your waist as you waited for Sal to answer the door. Todd and Neil were out for a date for the day so Sal had the place to himself. The front door opened revealing Sal, his hair down and mask on but with the lower straps unbuckled to allow him to eat, he stepped back allowing you and Larry through the door. “hey guys, good to see you” you couldn’t se his face but you assumed he was smiling by the way his mask moved upward. You walked inside Larry’s hand on your waist felt much tighter now.

“yeah dude, wouldn’t miss watching a horror movie with you man” Larry said while making himself comfortable on the couch in front of the tv, snacks discarded on the coffee table, the horror you were about to be watching was sitting beside them , ‘Scream’ it had been released earlier this year but you had never gotten around to seeing it. Sal came over sitting beside Larry, putting himself in the middle, you sat beside him turning to look at Larry he looked a little annoyed.

“you alright, love?” you asked, trying to make sure he was alright.

“come here” he said his voice was soft but far too stern, your eyebrows perked up as you got up going to stand in front of him awkwardly, he grabbed your hands a little too hard as he pulled you into his lap. You were shocked as he wrapped his arms around you caging you in, his chin resting on your shoulder.

“how’s your day been dude” Larry asked Sal, Sal seemed just as surprised as you were, his ears were red. He was probably embarrassed to be sitting right next to Larry as that happened.

“uh, uhm, alright I guess” he said, grabbing the movie and putting it into the DVD player. “are you guys going to that party on Saturday?”

“I mean I would like to..” You looked to Larry, you wanted to go but wouldn’t go if he wasn’t coming.

Larry obviously got the hint as he said “Yeah, it’d be cool to see everyone” and that was the end of the conversation. You each settled in, getting comfortable as Sal pressed play on the movie

The movie was great and you all ended up more comfortable at the end of it, despit the multiple scares you had.

“oh yeah! Sal you just got the Nintendo 64, right?” you said, you nearly completely forgot to ask, you had heard Larry mention it briefly and you wanted to see if Sal would let you come over so you and him could play together sometime.

“yeah, I did, why? You wanna play sometime?” he asked

“omg, yes please! I was gifted Mario Cart but I haven’t been able to play it yet” you pouted and Sal laughed “but yeah I’d love to play it together if that chill with you?” you hardly noticed Larry grip tightening around your hips as you talked.

“yeah, that’d be awesome! Come ‘round whenever, you’re always welcome” you smiled at the words and he rubbed the back his neck; that’s when Larry started lightly biting the sweet spot on your neck, your back arched and you had to clamp a hand over your mouth to stop any sounds. Your face was hot and you felt far too embarrassed to stay in the room.

“i-I-I I’m just gonna quickly go to the bath-bathroom” your words struggled to come out smoothly due to the embarrassment. You quickly rushed to the bathroom; hands braced against the bathroom sink as you tried to calm down. Once your face was no longer burning and your heart and breathing were steady once more you stood up as straight as you could and walked out hearing the hushed whispers of Sal and Larry, they were fighting. You didn’t wanna intrude but it was hard not to let curiosity beat you.

“dude, I don’t like her what the fuck, I would never do that” it was Sal

“why were you eye-fucking her since we walked through the door then” Larry was angrier than you had heard him before.

“I wasn’t, dude, I don’t know what’s going on but you can’t just embarrass a girl like that, she looked ready to cry before”

“so you do like her?”

“what! NO!” they weren’t whispering and you decided to make them stop by heading back to te bathroom and yelling back to them.

“you guys aright out there?” Larry was the one who answered

“yeah babe but I think we should get going now, I forgot that my mum asked me to help out with putting up a shelf”

“okay then” you walked back out to them, smiling, they couldn’t know that you had heard them. Sal was refusing to even look at you, you held onto Larry’s arm “thanks so much, for inviting us we had a lot of fun, right babe?” you tugged softly on Larry’s arm.

“yeah, sure” he rubbed his neck with his free hand and looked anywhere but at Sal.

“it was no problem, thanks for coming” you felt bad for leaving with Larry while they were on such bad terms but there wasn’t much else you could do. The entire walk back to the apartments Larry was pouty, stealing kisses when he could. As you got back he went to Lisa reluctantly following through with his lie to leave Sal’s. it was only an hour before he was back with you in his room listening to Sanity falls and acting like nothing was wrong.

…

You could hear the music and see the flashing lights of the party from a few houses away, you and Larry walked hand in hand, He squeezed three times ‘i.love.you’ you smiled squeezing back. It was a comfortable silence around you two, you had already talked about your days’ and what you planned to do tomorrow and your plans to move in together once you’d saved up enough money. It was nice, knowing you weren’t going to have to face all the new adult stuff you had to do now you were 20 and fully out of school, alone. As the party came into view you could see most people were already wasted, red cups littered across the lawn along with steamers and someone’s pants. You laughed at the sight; it was a bigger party than you had originally expected but you had no doubt you would at least know most the people there considering how small Nockfell was.

The music was some upbeat pop band and the house was smelt like beer and sweaty bodies. People were dancing and you and Larry had to force yourself through the crowd, it took a while but you eventually found the gang, even ash was there. You hugged each of them, complimented ash on her new hair and you all fell into conversation but the tension between Sal and Larry was obvious. Larry stopped you from drinking saying that he just wants you to be sober and that the alcohol isn’t good for you even as he made his way through his own drinks and after two hours the gang -minus Todd and Neil who had disappeared into a random bedroom earlier- and some kids you went to school with were in a game of spin the bottle. Larry and Sal sat opposite you and ash was a couple people away so far neither you, Larry or Sal had had to kiss anyone and it was soon Sals turn, he leaned forward spinning the bottle, it spun around quickly but a few seconds later it slowed. Landing on you.

The tension in the air was thick and you expected Sal to spin again, but he looked between you and Larry, once and then again; and just like that he was in front of you a hand to your cheek, he lifted his mask enough for his lips to show; you could feel him shaking through the hand on your cheek, your heart was hammering and you were to shocked to do anything but sit and desperately hope he was joking, but his lips brushed yours and then he pressed a soft kiss to you lips.

Larry had stood up, pushing Sal out of the way and grabbing your wrist tightly enough to bruise, he dragged you through the crowd of people and kicked people out of the bathroom before pushing you in and locking the door behind himself.

 “Larry? I’m so sorry I was too shocked to move and i-“you were against the wall, Larry’s hands beside your head. He kissed you. It was burning, different to before, he was burning, and you would burn with him. His tongue was in your mouth exploring ever crevice of you, his knee rubbing between your legs

“can i?” despite the alcohol and anger, he cared enough to ask. You nodded

Pushed against the bathroom wall, the heat between your legs growing hotter as Larry licked a line up your neck stopping just before your ear where he softly bit your earlobe, you bucked your hips up to him trying to get any friction against your core. He chuckled in your ear his voice deep and arousing, it sent shivers down your spine as he started sucking and biting at your neck while he trailed one hand down your chest to the waist of your pants. You wrapped your arms around his neck, a hand through his hair softly tugging at strands, he groaned as he trailed his hand down further; you could feel his fingers through the fabric of your pants and desperately tried to get him to touch you more.

“such a needy little thing…” he whispered into your ear before removing your pants, he lifted your leg, holding it just under the underside of your knee. “up”. You happily obliged jumping up, wrapping your legs around his waist as he caught your other leg pressing you harder against the wall to keep you up.

You could feel his length through his jeans and you grinded against it moaning softly as you did. “fuck” his hand slid upward to your inner thigh just below where you need him.

“tell me how much you need me” he growled, and the dark look in his eyes wasn’t like any expression you’d seen him make before. It was hot. So hot. Your arousal was dripping between your legs, you needed him like he was some form of drug and you loved it.

“I need you” you panted “so bad, Larry, please fuck me” you rolled your hips against his to emphasize and just like that something snapped in Larry. Within a couple movement his pants and boxers were at his ankles and his erection ready to enter your dripping sex, pre-cum leaked through the slit and tip was a gorgeous red. You stoked it lightly and Larry’s head tipped back, a moan echoing through the bathroom. His grip on your hips tightened and he positioned himself at your entrance, he rested his head on your shoulder.

“mine, mine, mine, mine, mine” with each word he started thrusting into you, your head hit the wall and you couldn’t hold back the chorus of moans that escaped you, his name fell off your lips like a prayer and he only went harder as you got louder.

His finger circled your clit, his mouth leaving hickeys across your chest. Your tears stained your cheeks at the overstimulation he was giving you. “every time I see you talk to someone, I wanna kill them. You’re mine, mine!” he hit your g-spot with each word, your fingers clawed down his back leaving marks. The knot that had developed in your abdomen was ready to burst and as your eyes rolled back you were no longer capable of words, only senseless babbles.

“I love you, I’d die without you” he moaned, as you came around his dick; And seconds later he was shooting his load inside you. He didn’t slow down though, and as you grasped onto his shoulders panting from your orgasm you realized he would continue fucking you until you couldn’t move.

“Larry” you pressed your forehead to his, your lips brushing softly despite how hard he was slamming himself into you “I love you, I’m not leaving” a tear slipped from his eye landing on your chest. You knew why he was acting this way, he was scared you’d disappear, leave, like his dad and he would try and do everything in his power to make sure that you didn’t.

[jolynesdreams]

congratulations on the milestone!!!! you're awesome!! Can I get 14, Osamu...bunny!Reader thank you so much!!!!

osamu + 14. “come sit on my face, let me show you how much i missed you.” + bunny!reader + very very minor assplay at the end

special thanks to @tsumtsumsthighs for being my beta reader!!!! (shh pretend i didn’t forget to add this)

the front door shuts with a heavy thud. osamu lets out a sigh as he walks over to where you’re sitting on the couch. he wordlessly collapses onto the cushion next to you, burying his head into your chest. he inhales deeply, finding comfort in the smell of you.

you bring a hand up to lightly scratch at his scalp, pressing a small kiss into his hair. “everything alright, ‘samu?”

he pries his face from your shirt to look up at you with tired eyes. he sits back, dragging a hand across his face as he sighs. “yeah, i’m alright. jus’ a long day at work.”

your eyes soften and you reach your hands out to pull him close. you rub his back with one hand, humming softly. “you wanna talk about it?”  

osamu shakes his head, letting his eyes flutter shut as he leans into your touch. he can already feel all the stress and anxiety of the day melt away just from being in your arms. “nah, ‘s okay. nothin’ ya haven’t heard already.”

you cradle his head in your hands, forcing him to look up to you. “you know you can always tell me, okay? i don’t care if i’ve heard it a thousand times. i wanna hear what’s bothering you.”

whether it’s the way you gently hold him, how full of love your eyes are, or the sincerity of your words, but osamu practically crumbles in your arms. “how did i get to be so lucky?” he muses, kissing your palm lightly. “work was awful, but i knew it’d all be okay when i got home.”

you laugh, cheeks growing warm at his sappiness. you press a small kiss to his forehead, muttering, “you’re ridiculous,” against his skin.

his hands go to your wrists, holding your hands out so that he can back his head out of your grasp. “yer the ridiculous one if ya don’t think i spend most of the time at work missin’ you. just wanna stay with ya like this forever.” he opens his mouth to say more, but cuts himself off with a yawn.

“c’mon, you big mush, let’s get you to bed. you’re extra sappy when you’re tired, so let’s go before you propose or something.” he grimaces, thinking back to the time when he rolled over in his sleep, professed his want to marry you, before promptly passing out. he forgot the entire exchange by the morning and sheepishly apologized for scaring you like that at two in the morning.

“one time,” he says, rolling his eyes. you walk to your bedroom, giggling softly as osamu throws himself on the bed with a soft thud. “i mean it though. i do really miss you when i’m at work.”

you walk over to him, softly carding your fingers through his hair. “mhmm, sure. i don’t think you have much on your mind other than shipment times and dealing with customers.”

he shoots up, wrapping his arms around you, pulling you into his lap. “do you now?” he asks, slowly running his hands up and down your sides. “come sit on my face, let me show you how much i missed you.”

your eyes go wide at his bluntness, still in his grasp. “‘samu, don’t you think you should get some sleep?”

his hands go to the front of your jeans, making quick work of your button and zipper so he can slide them down your thighs. “i can sleep later. i need to let my bunny know how much i missed her.” the nickname makes your blood pressure increase, feeling your pulse rush in your ears as his hands continue to slip your jeans off, nimble fingers toying with the waistband of your panties. you let out a shaky moan as he traces your clothed slit with a solitary finger, pressing up into the wet fabric.

“you sure you want me to sit on your face, ‘samu?” you look at the ground, ears hot and fingers lightly trembling. “‘m kinda heavy.”

“please,” he scoffs, rolling his eyes slightly. “i can handle it. and even if i can’t, tell people i died doing what i loved.” he flashes you a cheeky grin as he slides your panties down your thighs, helping you to step out of them and guiding you to climb onto the bed with him. he taps your thigh a few times. “now, bunny, you gonna sit on my face like i asked?”

he lays back and waves you over. you let out a sigh before crawling over to straddle his face. you balance your weight on your knees, hovering over his lips, anxious even though this is exactly what he asked you to do. his tongue reaches out to lick a stripe up your slit, huffing softly at the strain on his neck as he reaches up to make contact.

“it’s okay bunny. you can sit.” he wraps his strong arms around your thighs, pulling you closer, so close that he can feel the heat radiating from your cunt. “mmm, that’s much better.” he sighs, before diving his tongue between your folds.

you squeal, threading your fingers through his hair with one hand, clutching the fabric of his shirt with the other. his tongue swirls around your clit and you’re tempted to squeeze your thighs together, but osamu’s tight grip stops your legs from budging even an inch. your head falls back and your moans flow freely from your lips as you buck your hips into his face.

“f-fuck, ‘samu, feels good,” you shriek. his teeth lightly graze your clit, the pressure against the sensitive bud causing a shiver to go up your spine. the pleasure makes your head foggy, senses filled with the feeling of osamu’s tongue darting in out of your cunt, slight stubble scratching at your thighs.

your moans seem to only spur him on more. he eats you out like a starved man, alternating between plunging his tongue as deep as it can go into your sopping pussy and dragging it across your clit in tight circles. your toes curl involuntarily as the pleasure courses through your veins. you feel your orgasm building, the impending high so close you can almost taste it.

he slowly brings a hand to your front, running a finger through your folds to collect your slick on his finger tip. satisfied quickly, considering how you’re practically dripping, he moves his hand to your ass, finger circling your puckered hole.

the added sensation makes your whole body feel as though it’s vibrating. the combination of his tongue and finger harshly pushes you over the precipice of orgasm.

“ngh, ‘samu! ‘m gonna cum,” is all you’re able to cry out as your orgasm hits you. your hands grip as tight as they possibly can to support yourself as your vision goes white. he pushes his finger against your hole, pressing in up to his first knuckle. he continues to lap at your clit, your body feeling as though it’s on fire from the overstimulation. you twitch and cry out as a small stream of clear fluid gushes out of your cunt and onto his face.

his hand and mouth finally stop and you all but collapse on top of him. his arms fly up to stabilize you, and move you off his face, so that he can look at you. your vision is clouded with the remnants of your orgasm, but you can clearly see the shit eating grin that he has plastered on his face.

“fuck, ya think i can get ya to do that again, bunny?”

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[obeymeluv]

QUICK! KISS ME! [Bros x Reader]

A lead-up blurb before I go to bed.

School is killing me. This has been in the drafts far longer than I wanted.

No offense if your name is Bethany. It’s a name I picked at random.

The follow-up piece will have the kiss scenarios.

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Some of Asmo’s friends may have used you to get into a special makeup event, but it’s okay! They bought you a lip gloss as a thank you! The shade ‘Sealed with a Kiss’ was not what you thought it’d be

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Being one of the first humans in the Devildom could be uncomfortable and sometimes down-right dangerous! It also had its perks. To you, that meant being close with the Seven Lords of Hell (and Diavolo). To other lesser demons and classmates, you were kind of a ‘get out of jail’ free card.

Were they late to class? Oh, just helping the human out!

Caught sneaking in food or drink when they weren’t supposed to? It’s to split with the human, of course! They thought you’d love to try it!

Everyone was keen not to overuse it and you’d actually made good friends this way. It was starting to feel less like an excuse and more of a way to be included. You were the friendly, reliable human that had won hearts and saved some asses. As a thank you, one of your closer friends (a repeat offender for lateness), invited you out to an exclusive makeup release. She was a VIP member and had early access an hour before the store opened to the Devildom public. 

The fact that she chose you, a human, over some LITERAL century-old friends caused a bit of tension but she could care less. “I’ve seen them every day for over a hundred years. You get one year, and we’re going to make it awesome!” Bethany breezed through the store at a dizzying pace, picking through concealers and opening a box of mascara to look at the packaging. She moved at a pace only demons could manage; you thought you saw her by the nail polish display but when you looked again she was throwing sheet masks in her basket. Hooking her arm with yours, she picked up some foundation on the way back to the coveted display of lip glosses and lipsticks.

You weren’t totally versed in the differences between Devildom makeup and human world makeup. In all honesty, there didn’t seem to be a difference. Bethany swatched powdery cream lipsticks on her wrist and followed with ribbons of liquid lipstick. Every now and then she dotted them on your arm; she was adamant about finding a shade the both of you could wear as your thing.  

“This one,” she decided, waving the tube at you and booping your nose with it carefully. “This is our color!” she took you by the hand and joined the checkout line. She had two in her hand but refused to let you so much as hold one, wanting to pay for it first. It wasn’t technically breaking the purchase limit rule; if they tried to nag her she’d just say she was holding onto it so another demon didn’t bully you out of it. You didn’t know if it was her VIP status or the fact that her defense made sense, but you were able to check out without a problem.

A few sour faces and mean glares met you outside but Bethany ignored it all, eager to have a Devilgram-worthy celebratory snack break (snack victory? You know, since you got the makeup?) The plan was to eat, hold down a table at the nearby cafe while her other friends shopped, and have group makeovers (or try-ons) before calling it a day. That plan was interrupted three bites into a croissant sandwich when Lucifer summoned you back to the House of Lamentation. He’d gotten wind of all the girls you’d be with and didn’t feel totally comfortable letting you hang out with them,

Had Barbatos seen something? Did Lucifer feel spurned that you weren’t hanging out with the Seven Lords of the Devildom? He gave no answer, simply asking you to stay put while someone came to escort you back to the house. Bethany was put off by the turn of events but few people dared to complain about the Seven Lords due to their connections with Diavolo (she was no exception). “If we can’t get the full makeover, we’re getting the selfie!” she declared, deftly breaking the seal to her Sealed with a Kiss gloss and swiping it on with help from the front-facing camera on her D.D.D

You busied yourself with opening your tube. Before you could ask for her phone (since the camera was already open), she took the tube from you and tilted your chin up. She dabbed the center of your lips playfully before carefully tracing your lips with the color. The heat rose in your cheeks and she smirked. Being part succubus, she could draw energy from emotions like embarrassment and the feeling of being flattered. Her fingertips pulsed under your chin as she drew on that energy. 

Getting energy sucked could feel like a lot of things -- being light-headed, getting a rush of excitement, all prickly and tingly like your whole body was pins and needles. Whatever it was, it usually faded into drowsiness and kittenish contentment. She probably only touched your chin for seconds but the wash of coziness had you melting against your chair, your cheek cradled in her palm. 

Did she take the pic? What was happening? It felt like Asmodeus had materialized out of thin air, helping you stand and making small-talk with Bethany before pulling you away, out of her aura that was trying to suckle the vestiges of happy energy you offered.

“And what shade did you get on those pretty lips, hm?” the cotton fell out of your head and ears, allowing you to really hear Asmo now that the aura effects had worn off.

“Uh,” you fished around in your bag and looked at the packaging. “Sealed with a Kiss.”

Asmodeus stopped so abruptly it’d almost yanked you back to him. The two of you were barely tangled at the pinkies and now he’d completely laced your hands together. He held your hands captive, drawing them up in surprise and basically dragging you into his torso. You were forced to look up into glittering pink eyes and if you didn’t know any better, they looked a little panicked.

“How long ago did you apply it?”

“I don’t know.” you blinked helplessly at him. That energy suck thing had a way of making your brain tune out and turn to pudding. That aside, who knows how long Asmo stood there and talked to Bethany while you were being siphoned?! “Bethany applied it, not me.”

Asmo clicked his tongue, huffed, resigned himself to only holding one hand. and started scrolling on his D.D.D to find that selfie Bethany posted. You were being dragged along like a child as Asmo’s shoes clicked towards the House of Lamentation. It amazed you how well he could navigate his D.D.D with his long, painted nails. 

Whatever he was looking for, he found it.

Asmodeus tucked his D.D.D into his pants pocket, scooped you up in a way that terrified and amazed you (two people being supported by one set of heels?), and flew to the House of Lamentation. He didn’t always use his wings, as he preferred to decorate them and maintain them with oils, but the fact that he was flying made you nervous.

What had he found? What was the deal?

“Asmo--” you started nervously, the flapping of his wings nearly drowning you out as he pushed himself. Flying against the wind didn’t help. Your hair was a mess and the wind was in your face; the Devildom was always a little chilly but now it was enough to make your face tingly.

“She gave you enchanted makeup. There is a reason humans don’t use enchanted makeup.” Asmo’s pretty brows furrowed as he cut a hard angle and glided over a portion of the square. The tell-tale thicket of trees that lined the winding path back to the House of Lamentation were on the edge of the horizon.

“What’s going to happen?” should you ask that? Did you really want to know?

“You’ll feel something in your lips--some people felt tingling, some people felt pulsing, it can be anything, I think--and then they’ll seal shut.”

“SHUT?!” you yelped. It was enough to make Asmo wince. The startle carried over to his wings; they shuddered and locked; the two of you dropped for a heartbeat or two before he corrected himself.

“If I can’t get some makeup remover on it first.” Asmo panted, tucking his wings in and preparing for a quick descent. He wasn’t sure why he hadn’t thought to teleport first--the panic? Trying to one-up Bethany by walking home and being extra cute with hand-holding?--but a quick touch down could roll into a simple skip teleportation and everything should work out!

“But my lips are already tingly!”

“Ugh, Bethany! I can’t believe you! I mean, I can because it’s you, but really, Bethany?”

“Asmo, focus!” you’d already skipped several feet ahead, clearing the front yard in two teleports. The third put you in the foyer. “I don’t want my lips to seal shut!”

The House of Lamentation was huge but when the occupants had supernatural hearing, that exclamation turned heads. 

“What’s this about your lips sealing shut?” Lucifer appeared at the top of his stairs, his head already shaking.

“DID YOU MAKE A PACT WITH A WITCH?!” Mammon screamed down the hall, clearly not far behind.

Asmo scoffed, lowering his D.D.D with a pout. He was halfway up the main stairs, fingers working at lightning speed. “It’s the lip color!” he explained, stomping his foot. Noisy people were just so annoying! If everyone was talking he couldn’t explain! How rude! 

“All this over some makeup?” skeptical Satan peered over the banister, book and arm casually propped up on it.

“If two people apply the color and kiss, they’re locked in a makeout session until it dries down. When one person applies the lip color, they can use it like a cheat sheet to see who secretly wants to kiss them,” his words tapered out from authoritatively informed to quiet and shy. “It’s from their ‘Liquid Love’ collection.” he muttered into the stunned silence of the room.

You were trying to open your lips and ask why. The magic had already taken hold. Asmodeus could see you trying to move your lips and strain your chin. Luckily, demons could read minds. “It’s because Bethany is stupid.” Asmodeus rolled his eyes. “Ambitious, but stupid.”

“Please explain, Asmo.” even when using the dear nickname Lucifer couldn’t hide the demand. His demon aura was creeping up his body and slowly becoming jagged and suffocating.

“Bethany has had a HUGE crush on our little human here, and wanted to seal it with a kiss, so to speak.” Asmo’s cheeks got pinker and pinker as he explained. Mostly because he was mad he didn’t think about it. His heart did something funny at the thought of you kissing someone else. Lucifer also looked like he wanted to murder someone about now, and Asmo had to remind himself that he was being looked through, not looked at.   

“Just grab a napkin and wipe it off.” Mammon shrugged, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

Asmodeus shook his head angrily. “It��s too late now. We need to find someone for them to kiss! Someone’s lips will break the seal on theirs...that’s kind of the point of the enchantment.”

“So they just pick someone to kiss?” Levi’s face was turning tomato red. Would it be him?! It would at least be one of them, right? What if your person wasn’t in the House of Lamentation and you NEVER SPOKE AGAIN?!

“Sort of.” Asmo patted your shoulders with his gentle, smooth hands. He started to rub them like he was trying to warm you up. Partly in encouragement and partly to get your attention because he could feel your brain spiraling down into panic. “They basically follow their mouth.”

“So that lip color is like a crush detector?” Satan abandoned his book at the top of the stairs and was now perusing articles on his D.D.D as he sauntered down the steps. It sounded like he’d found the one that sent Asmo flying to the House of Lamentation.

“Basically.” Asmo sighed. It was the stupidest way to confess to someone, he thought. Demon to demon, it was fine. Demon to human?! NO! The whole thing gave him a headache. The fact that Bethany thought she could just steal your little lips and be greedy with them was the biggest annoyance of it all.

“So,” Satan’s green eyes cut sharply from his phone to you. The corner of his lips curled up in a smart little smirk. He knew it was wrong to find your predicament so funny, but this was a very human thing to get mixed up in. “Who do your lips want? Who do you feel yourself being drawn to?”

[gaysimpsstuff]

HI IM THE DOM DEKU ANON (I’ll go by ✨ for now? If that’s okay?) first of all that was SO good holy SHIT. I would LOVE more if you want to write it!!! I loved every single second of it, thank you thank you thank you!!! -✨

AHHHHHHH I LOVE YOU TOOOO!!!

You’re awesome, Sparkle Anon! Take this as a token of my appreciation!

Part One Here

Dominate Deku PT.2; My Hero

Deku x GN! Reader

Genre: smutty smut

Word Count: 2.3K

Warnings: cursing, semi-public sex, praise, blowjobs, dirty talk, praise, dom deku, breath play, masturbation

Summary: After being saved by Pro Hero Deku, you (his biggest fan), decide to thank him the best way you know how.

Other: I decided to make this one a oneshot because I’m better at those than headcannons. 

NSFW Taglist: @smolchildfangirl @combat-wombatus @mandalorian-baby-bird @waffleareniceandfluffy (lemme know if you want to be added or removed from the taglist)

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A normal day. That’s what it was supposed to be. You were not supposed to be stuck in the middle of a villain fight. You were not supposed to meet your hero. You were definitely not supposed to do that with him. And you were not supposed to get his number.

But that’s what happened.

Your day started out boring as hell, wake up to your loud-ass alarm, get dressed in a boring ass outfit, eat a boring breakfast, grab a coffee or something to wake you up, and go to work. 

You already knew what was supposed to happen today, and this was not it. You were supposed to stay behind the counter of the coffee shop and take orders. If you were lucky someone would put something funny for their name. Instead, you got an explosion down the street. Immediately, the costumer’s raced out of the building, you and your co-workers following suit.

You located three pro heroes.

Dynamight

Red Riot

Deku

You also noticed a few villains. You realized Dynamight must have been the cause of the explosion. But oh my god- you’re favorite hero, the current number one hero.

Deku.

He was here.

Outside your coffee shop.

Fighting villains.

Best.

Day.

Ever.

On TV, he looked different. Nothing could fully capture that beautiful neon glow around him, or the way his green curls would float upwards and bounce around. And Damn did his undercut look fucking awesome. He looked huge, like he could carry you with his pinky finger. He probably could- no. He definitely could.

Just as you were thinking this, one of the villains grabbed you and yanked you in front of her. You glanced at the other villain, who’d pulled a random civilian in front of him too.

Fuck.

Maybe today wasn’t the best day ever after all.

“Come on heroes! Fight us! Or are you afraid we’ll hurt these innocent people? Back off and we might just let them live!” The villain holding you shouted at the heroes.

There was a moment’s hesitation.

Silence.

Then something wrapped around you and the other civilian, and you were yanked forward, barreling towards the heroes.

Deku.

Did he really move that fast?

Deku stopped himself behind the other two heroes, who immediately ran towards the villains, but you barely even noticed.

Deku had his arm wrapped around you, holding you close. He grinned at both you and the other civilian, a glint in his emerald eyes.

“Don’t you guys worry, we’re here and we’ll keep you safe!” Your heart fluttered at the sound of his catchphrase.

You’re hero is so cool!

He sets the two of you down, but his hand lingers on your waist for a moment, his eyes meeting yours.

You felt your whole body heat up as his hand slipped down, brushing against your backside before he quickly stuffed it into his pocket.

“Dynamight! Red Riot! You guys finished?”

“If you’d been paying attention, Deku, then you would have seen that we’ve already restrained the villains.” Deku’s face flushed a little, and he scratched behind his neck with a chuckle.

“Sorry guys!”

The police arrived a minute later, and the crowd dispersed pretty quickly. You got in the line for an autograph from Deku. You silently hoped that he wouldn’t leave to soon.

You were the last person in line thanks to your earlier flustered behavior. If only you’d gotten over your embarrassment quicker.

Finally, you approached your hero.

“Um- hi Deku,” you stuttered, mentally kicking yourself for acting so shy. “Thank you so much for saving me, I was sure I was gonna get hurt back there!” He grinned down at you (how was he so fucking tall?) and your heart skipped a beat.

“It’s no problem, really. My job is to help people like you.” His smile was so sweet, but for some reason he seemed uncomfortable. Shifting from one foot to the next, glancing at you and away from you as if you were the cause. Were you weirding him out?

“Ah- I’m sorry if I cause you any trouble-“ you started, only to get intuition by the green-haired hero.

“No no no, you didn’t cause me any trouble.” You narrowed your eyes at him, trying to decipher his behavior. Then you saw it.

Shit.

This is awkward.

W-why was he hard?

Did- did you do that?

An idea popped into your head, a stupid, horny idea. One that probably wouldn’t work. But god did you hope it would work.

“I-if there’s anything I can do to repay you, I want to do it.” He glanced down at you, a look of understanding in his eyes. He seemed to hesitate before shaking his head.

“It’s alright- I can handle myself. I should really be apologizing-“ now it was your turn to interrupt.

“No, no it’s okay. I’d like to help.” He looked down at you, lifting an eyebrow to double check how sure you were. You have him a nod in response and he relaxed, smiling at you.

“Alright then. Dynamight! Red Riot! You two can go ahead without me, I’ve got some business to attend to.”

Dynamight shouted something at him, flipping him off, Red Riot stood in front of him and smiled nervously, waving at Deku.

“Don’t worry about it, man! We’ll finish off the patrol on our own!” The two of them turned the corner. Leaving you. With Deku. Alone. The her turned to look at you, gently placing his hand on your upper arm before taking you with him into an alley, ducking around the corner with you. 

“What’s your name?” he asked, cheeks flushed.

“Y-Y/n L/n.” you responded nervously.

“Y/n...” he murmured your name and you could feel your soul leaving your body. “Y/n are you sure you want to help me with this? You don’t have to and I’m not going to do this if you don’t want to. I could always just take care of it myself and-”

“I really want to help!” you exclaimed. “I’ve been a fan of yours for years and well... I’d be lying if I said I didn’t find you attractive.” You felt his hand on your shoulder before you were spun around and pressed up against the wall. You let out a squeak as he pushed on your body lightly, putting you on your knees quickly in front of the hero. 

“Tell me if you want to stop.” his voice had changed, usually it was lighter and carried a sort-of happy-go-lucky tone to it, but now... His voice was deeper, almost a growl, and the look in his eyes made you shudder. You nodded at him quickly, before he undid a small clip near his crotch. It was probably there to help him pee without needing to take off his whole costume, but well... this was a great alternate use.

He pulled out his dick, and you choked. It wasn’t even anywhere near your mouth and you already couldn’t breath. He had to have been eight or nine inches, curving upwards and to the left. There was a long vein on the underside, and a couple smaller veins on the top. It was a shade darker than the rest of his skin, and the tip was very pink. It’d be cute if it wasn’t so goddamn big. Deku must have noticed your reaction, because he let out a soft chuckle.

“Yeah, that’s the face most people make.” he joked. “Gonna give up on me now?” you shook your head, clenching your legs together. You reached up, slowly wrapping your fingers around his length.

He smirked down at you, reaching down and brushing your hair out of your face. You slowly started to jerk him off, feeling him harden even more in your hand. A droplet of pre slipped out of the slit, dripping off of him. You moved to catch the drop in your mouth. It didn’t have much of a taste, reminded you a bit of cottage cheese maybe? Except not cold.

“Damn~ that was hot,” you looked up at the hero, who was leaning half against the wall. His eyes seemed to have darkened, and he had a smug look on his face that made your stomach flip. “You like it? Hmm? Like this hero’s cock?” you whimpered, nodding. “Why don’t you take on more of it, hm? How’s that sound baby~” 

His voice went straight to your crotch, and you dipped your hands into your pants to touch yourself. You pressed your lips against the tip of his cock, kissing it. You slowly kissed down the underside, all the way to the base. You heard him hiss as you licked a stripe all the way up to his tip, flattening your tongue against him.

His hands wove into your hair, tugging on it lightly. You shudder, opening your mouth and slowly taking the tip in to your waiting cavern. You watch the hero’s expression carefully, how his eyebrows quirk up, how he hisses, how his pearly teeth dig into the soft flesh of his lower lip, how his eyes are half-closed.

“That’s it, you’re doing so good for me.” he murmurs. “Taking my cock so well, gonna try an get me to cum? Is that what you want? Want your hero to cum all over you?” you hummed, slowly taking in more of him.

He was so big, you could barely get down halfway, reaching up to stroke the three and a half inches you couldn’t fit in your mouth. You watched as his smug look only grew, his cock twitching in your mouth as you started to bob your head, tongue running along the underside.

His breath hitched, and he tightened his grip on your hair, slowly starting to guide you along his length. You moved your hand away from his dick, putting your arm around the back of his waist, using it to push yourself all the way down on him. Tears bubbled up in your eyes, and you were just barely getting enough air.

God it was so perfect.

You sped up your other hand, masturbating as you sucked off the Number One Hero in an alleyway. 

Your nose was buried in a thick mass of dark green hair, and you could feel the vibrations of his voice from the support of his lower stomach. 

“Fuck, Y/n! Who knew you were so fucking good at this? This is certainly not gonna be a one-time thing~” 

Oh god yes. 

You choked and gagged on his dick as he pulled his hips away from you before snapping them against your face. His balls slapped against your chin with every thrust into your mouth. The tears escaped, tumbling down your heated cheeks, but you made no effort to pull away. 

You could feel your climax approaching, and you looked up at Deku with wide, innocent, eyes, willing him to cum in your mouth. He let out a soft moan at your expression, understanding.

“Get ready, baby, you’re gonna taste me soon~” he growled with need. You relaxed your throat as best you could, closing your eyes and preparing for him. Soon, his hips started to stutter against your face, and you felt something hot and sticky fill your mouth.

You pulled off his dick with a gasp, a few shots of stray cum landing on your face. You coughed a little, swallowing as much as you could and wiping your tears. You barely noticed him crouching down and handing you a tissue to clean your face with. 

“Baby~ you haven’t cum yet have you~” he asked softly. You shook your head.

“S’fine, just wanted to make you feel good.” you told him, and he frowned, slamming his hand against the wall behind you, leaning in close.

“I’m not leaving until you cum.” there it was again, the dominance, his demanding tone, his true wolf-like nature pushing through. You whimpered, pulling your pants down enough for him to see you. He sucked in a breath, leaning close to you and moving his hand towards you.

You put your hands over your mouth when he started to touch you. Fast yet calculated movements, he knew exactly what to do to you to make you come undone. You quickly latched onto him, hips jerking upwards as you came hard on his hand.

You felt his lips against your neck, pressing soft kisses until he reached all the way up to yours. His lips were soft, and tasted like watermelon. You lifted your head feebly to kiss him back, but he was already pulling away. He sucked his fingers and hand clean, keeping eye-contact with you the whole time.

You could feel yourself growing weak under his powerful gaze. When he finished, he wiped his hand off on his pants, tucking his softening dick back into his pants and clipping them shut. He pressed something into your hand, smiling at you.

“You can take care of yourself from here, right? Or do I need to save you again~” he teased. You nodded, muttering that you’d be fine. His smirk softened into a sweet grin, and he stood up. “Call me, I’d like to see you again.” he said over his shoulder, turning the corner and leaving the alley. You lifted your hand to see what he gave you, a crumpled piece of paper with a phone number and the words ‘Izuku Midoriya’ printed next to it.

His phone number. 

Not only had you just sucked his dick, you got his number. You sighed, resting your head against the wall and closing your eyes for a moment. Suddenly, you remembered you still had work, and you stood up, rushing to pull your pants and underwear back on.

So what if today was supposed to be a normal day? 

It didn’t end up being one, and you were so glad for it.

[teddy06writes]

Can I request a Karl x Alex x Nick x Reader fic in which the reader is a teacher and they bring their boyfriends in for career day? I just thought it’d be so cute to see them interact with little kids.

sapnap x karl x quackity x reader

trigger warnings: none

premise: pretty much everything from the ask, although I know nothing about children so..., sorry lol

requested by the person above as well as @eliasxxk who asked for more karlnapity x reader

(y/n/n)- your nickname

(y/l/n)- your last name

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“Career day?” Nick asked.

You nodded, quickly packing up the last of the assignments you had finished grading and tucking them into your bag, “Yeah, remember how I was planning the different stations and stuff for the kids?”

“Oh yeah, I thought you had all that stuff sorted?” Karl handed you your laptop from across the table.

“We did,” You sighed, “But someone backed out and now we have a slot to fill. So, one of you, all of you, I don’t care, we still need someone to do it.”

Alex frowned, “What would we have to do for that?”

You ran a hand through your hair, “Make a presentation on what you do? We were looking for a broad spectrum and the guy who backed out was someone’s cousin who did like, animation or something.”

As you gathered the rest of your things you explained that one group or person would be set up in each classroom, and that kids would rotate through, not just the fifth graders you taught, but the whole of the elementary school.

Karl grinned, “What time would we have to be there?”

“The welcome thing for the speakers is it 9 ish on Friday, so I can bring back the forms you’d need to fill out today to get them in on time.”

Your boyfriends agreed, and with a smile you pecked them all on the lips, “Alright, I gotta go. I’ll see you later.”

“Love you!” Karl called as you started out the door.

“Love you too!”

~~

After practically zooming through your first three units, ELA, Math and History, and sending your kids off to PE, you headed down to the admin offices to make copies and grab the forms.

“Hey Sadie!” You greeted cheerfully.

The secretary smiled, “Hey mx. (y/l/n).”

You moved over to the copier, starting your copies, “Do you have any of those forms? For the people giving the presentations on career day?”

“You found someone?” Adam, the sixth grade teacher who had been organizing the career day asked as he entered the office.

“Three someones actually,” You smiled, “Alex, Karl and Nick said they could.”

“Oh, that’ll be interesting.”  Sadie laughed.

“Minecraft youtubers,” Adam mused unenthusiastically, “I’m sure the kids will love to hear about people without real jobs.”

You rolled your eyes, “They pull just as much if not more than me every year, plus Nicky and Alex are still in college.”

Adam cocked an eyebrow as you grabbed your copies, and then the forms from Sadie, “Well at least I can’t complain, your saving my ass.”

“Damn right I am,” You scoffed starting out of the office, “You owe me.”

Heading back down the hall and then up the stairs to the fifth grade hallway you pulled out your phone, sending a text to the ‘loves <3′ group chat, ‘the files have been secured’

Back in your classroom you began to set out the Novels your class had been reading, and set up the last of the things you would need for the mini science lab that would happen later in the after noon.

~~ The next few days passed quickly, and soon you were pointing your boyfriends in the direction of the library, where the volunteers were supposed to be meeting before heading up to your classroom, greeting the kids who were already inside.

“Hey guys! Are you excited for today?”

A few kids nodded.

“Which presentation are you most excited to see?”

“Probably the actor!” Damien exclaimed.

“The actor? Any reason why or you just think they’d be cool?”

“I wanna be an actor.” He said.

“Yeah?” You chuckled, “What about you Sam?”

The girl through for a moment, tapping at her desk absently, “Probably the firefighter, I want to save people like them some day.”

You nodded, “Calum? Any your excited for?”

“Well I was excited to Ricky, he’s my cousin and an animator but he couldn’t come.” The boy pouted.

“Aw, well I’m sorry about that, but I’m sure there’ll be plenty of interesting people for you to see.” You looked over the schedule again, answering a messege from Adam, willingly surrendering yourself to running around and helping wherever needed during the day, instead of watching the presentations with your kids.

The morning announcements came and went, and the teaching aid who would be taking your place, touring the kids around came in, “Alright guys! We’r~~e going down to the auditorium so that the principal and Mr. Alderton can explain the plan for today, and so that the people who are going to be in these rooms have time to set up!”

She herded the kids out of the room, smiling at you as you grabbed your phone, following them out, but turning down a different hall to the library.

Adam breathed a sigh of relief as soon as you got inside, “Oh thank god! Okay, I need you to get these lovely people to there rooms, Adda is already going around to set up projectors.”

You nodded, taking the papers from him, “Okay people! If you’d follow me, we’ll get you into these classrooms on time!”

The group of various adults followed you out of the library as you started calling out names at each floor, in between the intersection of grade level hallways, pointing out room numbers.

By the time you had made it to the cross roads between the fifth and sixth grade, Adam was already frantically messaging you about being late so quickly you called out the last of the room numbers, pointing various directions and telling the people to let themselves in.

You turned to your boyfriends, “Right you guys are in my room, it’s at the end of the hall, my computer should be unlocked.”

“You’re not like, staying to hang out or anything?” Karl asked.

“I’ve been roped into over seeing this thing. I might be in and out at various times through out the day,” You pressed a kiss to each of there cheeks before starting back towards the stairs, “Have fun!”

~~

You spent your day running around, delivering different things to various classrooms and basically doing Adam’s bidding.

A little way into the last rotation of kids around the building you finally got the chance to take a break and head back up to your room, slipping in and sitting in the back as Karl tried his best to explain streaming to a group of kindergarteners.

They may not have fully understood what he was talking about, but they sure did find him funny.

You watched quietly as your boyfriends interacted with the kids, opening up for questions sooner than they had with the older kids, and patently answering each one.

“What are you going to college to learn how to do?” A young girl asked.

Alex smiled, “Well I’m going to get real smart to be a lawyer, and Mr. Sapnap here is learning about computers.”

“What’s a lawyer?” Another kid asked.

“My uncle’s a lawyer,” someone two desks away offered, “My mom says it’s someone who works in a court!”

Alex chuckled, “You are absolutely right Big Man, lawyers defend people who go to court.”

“If you and you are goin to college,” A boy near the front pointed at Nick and then Alex, “Then what’s he learning at college?” He pointed at Karl.

“Karl isn’t in college anymore.” Nick said simply.

“Not honking smart enough.” Karl grinned as kids laughed at his use of the word honk.

They continued to joke around for a while, until the pa crackled that it was time for everyone to head back to there normal classrooms, and you moved back to the front of the room, “That was entertaining.”

“(y/n/n)! This was awesome!” Karl exclaimed.

You nodded, glancing at the clock as you began to re arrange your desk, “Theres like, maybe ten minutes to the bell, you guys want to hang out in here?”

“Sure.” Your class began to file back in as Alex spoke.

“Mx. (y/l/n)! Why didn’t you tell us you were dating famous youtubers?” Damien asked.

You groaned, looking at a shrugging Nick, “Why have you done this?”

You class laughed at your displeasure, and you were about to start asking everyone how there days had gone when Karl beat you too it.

“Who was your favorite?”

“It better have been us!” Alex stage whispered.

The kids laughed, and you sat back, content to watch your boyfriends entertain the class.