#PSPSPSPS COME GET FLUFF

[bisexualmcqueen]

so i figured out the funniest possible way to do the 'salqueen babies' trope

he then finds someplace better (cave)

cuddle pile time

she's framing that.

they are a crazy but happy family <3

[cheriedivine]

Handcuffed couple challenge (youtuber!Ellie x reader)

♡‧₊˚₊✧ pairing: Ellie Williams x Fem reader (No use of y/n)

♡‧₊˚₊✧ summary: Filming a handcuffed couple challenge with Ellie, what could possibly go wrong?

♡‧₊˚₊✧ CW: Slightly suggestive jokes, Swearing, use of pet names (bae, babe, baby) just Ellie and reader being silly

♡‧₊˚₊✧ Tags: youtuber!Ellie, youtuber!reader, stablished relationship, oneshot, fluff

♡‧₊˚₊✧ WC: 7.4K (lol)

♡‧₊˚₊✧ Author’s note: HEYYY SO IT’S FINALLY HERE, you guys have no idea how much I enjoyed writing this, ofc it’s based on Izzy&Emma’s latest yt video where they do the 24hrs handcuffed, but i gave it my own twist hehe, I hope you guys enjoy it and lmk what you think! also i’m open to requests if y’all want anything in specific. that’s all luv u enjoy <3

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One thing about Ellie Williams is that when something gets into that pretty little head of hers, you are doomed. Especially when it comes to recording a video for your shared youtube channel.

This time was no different.

It was 2am when Ellie, half-asleep and deep in a TikTok scroll spiral, stumbled across a video of a couple doing a ridiculous cooking challenge handcuffed together, laughing and making a complete mess of their kitchen. That was all it took.

The next morning, you woke up in an empty bed. Your girlfriend? Nowhere to be seen. Weird… You thought,

You blinked at the ceiling for a moment, brain foggy with sleep, before shrugging it off. She probably hit the gym early or something, she did that sometimes. Still half-asleep, you sank deeper into the blankets and started your usual doom scrolling, checking socials, reading comments, answering emails. The usual.

An hour passed, and your stomach started to grumble from the lack of food. You glanced at the time, then at the door. “Where the hell is she?” You debated waiting for her to eat, but curiosity won so you pulled up her contact to text her. But you can swear this girl is telepathically connected to you because as soon as you clicked on her contact, a message from her popped up like she was psychic.

“Has your majesty risen yet? I’m bringing breakfast ;)”

You rolled your eyes, already smirking.

“U are such a loser. I’ve been waiting for you.”

“Miss me much?”

You didn’t even have to see her to know she was surely wearing that smug stupid little grin the one that made you want to kiss her and throw a pillow at her face at the same time.

With a dramatic sigh, you finally rolled out of bed, heading to the bathroom for your morning skincare routine. The splash of cold water brought you fully to life. You threw on one of Ellie’s hoodies — for warmth, obviously, not because it still smelled like her, and shuffled into the kitchen to feed your cat.

“Pspspsps, T-Rex. Breakfast is served,” you called, holding the food dish. The little fur ball meowed like he hadn’t eaten in a decade, purring as you scratched the back of his head.

That’s when you heard the front door unlock.

Ellie walked in, balancing a pair of grocery bags and a cardboard drink carrier with two coffee cups. Her hoodie sleeves were pushed up, her tattoo flexing on her forearm and there was a determined (and slightly unhinged) look in her eyes.

You blinked. “Ellie, what the hell? We weren’t supposed to do groceries ‘til Sunday.”

She dropped the bags on the counter and grinned. “Good morning to you too. And yes, I slept great, thanks for asking, babe.” You narrowed your eyes as she handed you a warm breakfast bagel and your favorite coffee.

“…What’s with the groceries and surprise breakfast? What did you do?”

“Can’t I just do something nice for my beautiful girlfriend that I love sooo much?” she said with that shit-eating grin that meant she was absolutely up to something.

“Spill. Now.”

She of course cracked immediately.

“So. I had an idea. Okay? A great one. Picture this: you and me. Handcuffed. In the kitchen.”

You froze. “Woah, woah hold your horses, number 1 why would i want to be handcuffed and number 2 where the fuck are we even supposed to get handcuffs?”

“Jesse” she replied casually.

“GROSS…That’s disgusting.”

“So you’re saying you wouldn’t want to be handcuffed to me?” Ellie gasped, placing both hands dramatically over her chest. “Wow. Okay. You hate me.”

“You are the most dramatic person on this entire planet I swear” you muttered, already regretting your life choices.

“You’re telling me you don’t want to see me try to knead pizza dough with one hand while handcuffed to you?”

You stared at her. She grinned wider.

“I hate you,” you said flatly, taking a long sip of your coffee.

“No, you don’t.”

And unfortunately for you — she was right.

Ellie proceeded to lay out the entire chaotic plan (which, in hindsight, explained the suspiciously full grocery bags). She showed you the TikTok video that had inspired her latest hyperfixation — some couple fumbling through a cooking challenge while handcuffed. “Look at them,” she said, scoffing. “We’d be so much better than this. They didn’t even season their sauce!”

It took a full hour of bargaining, bribery, and Ellie promising to do all the chores for the next two weeks before you finally caved. Truthfully, a small part of you was curious how badly it could go… plus, being handcuffed to Ellie wasn’t exactly the worst fate in the world.

Ellie dragged out the tripod from the closet, the one that had a chipped leg because she refused to buy another one “It works just fine” she said— and began adjusting it like she was some kind of professional cinematographer. Meanwhile, you were getting ready in your room, doing your everyday makeup, some light blush, mascara and setting powder so the light wouldn’t reflect directly on your face, your routine was simple but familiar. You changed Ellie’s hoodie into a plain black shirt that fitted you like a glove, because why not, at the end you still wanted to look good.

Ellie adjusted the tripod one last time, squinting into the tiny screen like she was defusing a bomb. “Okay… I think it’s straight?, the lighting is kinda shit tho” Ellie muttered, twisting the ring light toward your side. “There. Now let’s get this bitch started shall we?” With that Ellie hit the record button, rushed to your side with the handcuffs clinking in her grip, and threw an arm around you.

“Hey losers,” she grinned at the camera. “Welcome back to our channel.” You waved dramatically. “Today, we’re doing something incredibly stupid, which of course was... Ellie’s idea.”

Ellie held up the handcuffs like a trophy. “We’re making a pizza while being handcuffed together,” she said, eyes glinting with mischief. “And before anyone starts—no, these aren’t from last night. These are borrowed. Unfortunately.” You gave the camera a deadpan stare. “Oh my god. Literally everything could go wrong.”

“Okay so who’s gonna be on which side” Ellie raised a brow before putting the handcuffs on, “Wait… are we both right handed?” you questioned, pausing mid-thought. Ellie gave you an offended look. “You should remember if i'm right handed babe” Your girlfriend said teasingly giving you a wink.

“You are such a perv,” you muttered, narrowing your eyes. Then, turning to the camera like you were addressing a live audience: “Well, since I’m the one who actually cooks in this household, I think I deserve to have my right hand free.”

Ellie scoffed. “Um, yeah, but I’ve got more strength in my right hand, so I could knead the dough way better.” To prove her point, she flexed her arm like some kind of gym rat. You stared at her. She was ridiculous.

But you had your ways.

Leaning in close—just enough for your lips to nearly graze her cheek—you whispered, low and deliberate. “If I get to have my right hand free… I’ll let you have a little fun with these later.”

She didn’t even say anything before clasping that handcuff immediately to her right hand. Her freckled face turning fifty different shades of red.

“…Fine. You win.”

You grabbed the other side of the handcuff and clicked it around your left wrist.

“Oh my god, I already hate this,” you groaned, trying to stretch your arm while Ellie moved in the opposite direction like she had no concept of shared space.

“Too late to back out now. LET’S GET THIS SHIT STARTED, BABYYYY!” she screamed in her fake frat-boy voice, throwing both arms in the air and nearly dislocating your shoulder in the process.

You winced. “How about you try not to break my wrist before we even start.”

She grinned like a menace. “Sorry babe. Kinda forgot we were attached for a sec.”

“Did you even look up a recipe before deciding to do this?” you asked, already knowing the answer. She blinked. “Um…nope”

You sighed.

Of course not. That’s why you had been stuck scrolling through your phone for the past ten minutes, trying to find the easiest homemade pizza recipe on the internet—while your hand was getting jerked around like a ragdoll.

“Okay, genius. We need: flour, yeast, olive oil, salt, sugar, and warm water.” She wiggled her eyebrows. “Bet. Let’s get this bread. Literally.”

You started pulling ingredients out of the bags while Ellie, predictably, got in the way at every turn.

“Left!”

“Your left or my left?!”

“We share a left right now!”

Ellie poured the flour onto the counter, way too enthusiastically.

“Bae… slow down, this isn’t a sandbox,” you warned, watching the powdery mountain grow taller and messier by the second.

“No no no—this is the volcano thingy! We’re doing it all fancy,” she said, using her fingers to dig a little well in the center like she'd seen on TikTok. “Now pour the warm water and yeast in here,” she added, nodding toward the crater like she was a Michelin-star chef.

You raised a brow. “You’re acting like you’ve trained in Italy. You watched a 30-second reel.”

“Don’t disrespect my culinary heritage,” she said, her hands now fully coated in flour. You leaned in, cautiously pouring the mixture into the well… but oh dear you were mistaken thinking Ellie was gonna behave. She looked directly to the camera and blinked before her flour-covered hand left the dough volcano, and smacked right onto your boob.

SMACK.

A perfect, powdery handprint appeared on your favorite shirt.

You froze. Blinked. Looked down slowly like you were in a movie about to go rogue.

“Ellie Williams…” you said, dangerously calm.

“What?” she grinned, so smug you considered throwing her into the volcano. “Just cleaning off my hand.”

“On my favorite shirt.”

“It’s a work of art, I left my mark. Like a signature. That’s love, baby.”

You gave the camera a long, deadpan stare. T-Rex meowed behind you rubbing his little head against your leg like he understood the gravity of the situation.

“You’re gonna pay for that.”

Ellie’s grin only widened. “Oh no!. Am I gonna get punished?” she asked, voice dipping into a mock pout.

You rolled your eyes, trying not to smile as you swiped some flour off the counter and flicked it right into her face.

“Oh it’s on now.”

Despite the chaos, the kitchen started filling with the warm scent of yeast and flour mixing as you combined everything, Ellie took over the kneading (with her left hand, of course), turning it into a flexing contest.

“Check this out,” she said, rolling up her sleeve and smirking at the camera. “These biceps? Built for dough.”

You raised an eyebrow, trying not to smile at how seriously she was taking herself. She flexed her arm, giving a playful wink before getting to work on the dough, her hand moving with surprising precision.

“Alright, go ahead and knead that dough, big shot. Show me what those ‘dough-building’ muscles can do,” you teased, arms crossed, watching her go full-on chef mode.

Ellie scoffed but didn’t hesitate, her hands sinking into the dough with exaggerated care. “This right here? The art of pizza-making. Watch and learn.”

You couldn't help but raise an eyebrow, eyes trailing down her flexed arm. Your gaze lingered on the tattoo on her forearm—the intricate design that you loved more than you'd ever admit.

“Damn,” you said, letting out a low whistle. “Those arms... and that tattoo? I’m gonna need a moment to compose myself.”

You stood next to her, trying to hold back your giggles, but the flour-covered chaos around you only made it harder to be serious. T-Rex jumped on the flour covered counter, sniffing the dough like he was ready to apply his biscuit kneading technique. "Hey, not you too," you said, shooing the cat away.

Ellie, of course, had no intention of letting this become a normal cooking session. She threw you a smirk. “So, you’re just gonna stand there and look cute while I do all the work?”

“Obviously," you replied, leaning back against the counter, eyes sparkling with mischief. "Somebody has to keep the camera in focus while you work."

“Right,” Ellie said, rolling her eyes as she continued kneading. “You’re just here for moral support and laugh at my flour-covered face.”

"True," you agreed, brushing the tip of her nose with your flour coated finger, you could tell that despite the playful banter, Ellie was surprisingly proud of her skills—despite the flour in her hair, and the random stray bits of dough sticking to her shirt. She paused for a moment, looking over at the camera. “You guys, this is actually kind of fun. like the adult version of slime”

“Who said adults can’t play with slime” you pouted jokingly, “Society.” you laughed out loud at the brunettes response, Ellie grinned, obviously pleased with the teamwork. “Just wait ‘til the pizza’s done. I’m gonna blow your mind, babe.”

“Ok now we need to let the dough rest for about two hours, or until it’s doubled in size—“ “WHAT? TWO FREAKING HOURS?” your girlfriend interrupted, clearly upset by the statement. “Yes Ellie…, now don't be impatient and let’s start with the marinara sauce” you tried cheering her up by occupying her mind on something else.

Ellie dragged you to where the tripod was situated, almost safely and changed it’s angle so the camera got a better view of you and the stove, “Alright all set, so what’s next babe?” she asked, looking at you with her mesmerizing green eyes. “Wait i got distracted— Ok so now we open the tomato cans and pour them into the pot with a little bit of olive oil, a garlic clove, some basil leaves and obviously salt and pepper”.

“Okayyyy chef, see guys that’s why she stays in the kitchen— wait that sounded so wrong… does that count as sexism if we’re lesbians?” Ellie said worried, but you laughed easing her nerves a bit “You are so stupid I think i'm in love with you” She blushed at your comment and proceeded to try and open the can, and try in the sense that you were holding the can while she placed the can opener on the brim of the can. “Why is this shit so hard bro”

Finally after battling with the can for a few minutes Ellie managed to get it open, triumphantly holding up the can opener with a smug grin on her face. “Hey, babe, check this out.” She held the tool in front of you like it was some sort of weapon, pointing at it dramatically. “This... is a can opener,” she said with a wink, then pointed at herself with a teasing smirk. “And this... is a leg opener.” There was a pause before you scoffed, rolling your eyes as you reached for the camera. “I swear, I’m deleting this footage later, just so you know.”

With a final defeated sigh, Ellie popped open the tomato sauce can. “See, I’m good at this.” she said as she started to pour the sauce into the pot. But just as she tilted the can, a little too much sauce splashed up and hit her favorite hoodie. Tiny bright red sauce drops splattered in the center of her chest.

You couldn't help but burst out laughing. “That is literally karma” you teased, your voice dripping with mock pity. “Looks like it’s your turn to clean up, chef.”

Ellie looked down at the red stain, then back at you, unphased. She wiped a bit of sauce off her hoodie with the back of her hand and smirked. “See, this is what happens when yall don’t appreciate my cooking skills.”

“STOP ELLIE YOU’RE MAKING IT WORSE, DON'T WIPE THE SAUCE OFF YOU'RE MAKING A MESS ” you whined at your girlfriend, the hoodie was in fact worse than before. That sauce was not going to come off anytime soon “The only mess i wanna make is the one with your—“ You smacked your free hand on her mouth before she could even finish the sentence. “One more dirty joke and I’m duct taping your mouth shut” you warned her, eyes fixed on hers.

Her eyes sparkled like she might actually enjoy that. You narrowed yours in return.

“Anyway,” you sighed dramatically, turning to face the camera again. “Back to the video. We’re gonna let the sauce simmer with some seasoning and, fingers crossed, it’ll turn out edible.”

Ellie leaned in to sniff the pot. “Smells good. Gordom Ramsey BEWARE we’re coming for you”

You laughed and grabbed your phone again. “Okay, while that simmers, we can start chopping the toppings. You’re on mushroom duty.”

Ellie raised an eyebrow. “You’re letting me handle the knife? While we’re handcuffed?” She said looking directly at the camera like she was some sort of reality cooking show “I trust you babe, just try not to chop your good fingers off.” you said teasingly, Ellie rolled her eyes and with a sigh she settled a few mushrooms on the cutting board and hoped for the best, “You sure you want ME doing this?…” Ellie looked at you, trying to reverse-psychology herself out of the situation, but when you saw how truly worried she was, you took the responsibility of chopping the toppings, while Ellie placed them on little bowls carefully.

“Okay you know what, maybe we should just settle for a classic pepperoni and cheese pizza…” you said glancing at the terribly chopped mushrooms in front of you, Ellie gave you a side eye that said more than words could tell, and you agreed to keep it simple and overall safe.

“Alright guys the chopping is canceled, sometimes you just gotta accept the defeat and move on, even I have to back off sometimes you know” Ellie said dramatically, like she was giving a pep talk to the camera.

“Ok, ok now what the hell are we supposed to do while we wait for the dough to rise?” you asked your girlfriend, “I know some ways we could kill time you know” She said with that stupid grin on her face.

“I would kill you right now but I’m attached to the crime scene so…” you said flatly, looking her dead in the eye, while she was trying to hold her laughter. This girl is going to be the death of you literally.

After a few minutes of thinking what you could actually do, Ellie leaned back against the counter, tapping her fingers like she was waiting for lightning to strike. You were scrolling through the recipe again, double-checking you hadn’t missed anything—until you noticed she was just staring at you.

“What?” you asked, not even looking up.

“I have an idea.”

You sighed immediately. “Of course you do.”

“Hear me out babe, blindfolded lipstick challenge while also being handcuffed… ” she said, already reaching for her phone, to look for the video that had inspired this idea. “We’ve got at least an hour before the dough’s done doing its thing, right?”

Your eyes narrowed. “Ok I’m in, but you should be the one putting the lipstick on me since you’re the one missing your dominant hand.”

Ellie lit up like a Christmas tree at the idea, pushing herself off the counter and dragging you along by the handcuffs toward the tripod. She grabbed it, still grinning, and carried it to the bathroom, where you both agreed the lighting was better (and the mirror would save your lives). You set the tripod down carefully on the sink, adjusting the camera just enough to keep both of you in the frame. Meanwhile, Ellie fumbled with a sleeping mask, pulling it over her eyes and completely blacking out her vision.

“Alright guys, while we do this, I’m gonna read some of the questions you sent to our Instagram story earlier,” you told the camera, trying not to laugh at how serious Ellie looked fumbling blindly with the lipstick in her hand.

“By the way,” Ellie interrupted, lifting the lipstick like it was a microphone, “if you don’t already follow us, it’s either because you’re a loser or you’re new here. Either way, all our socials are linked down below.”

You snickered under your breath as she tapped around your face, trying to locate your lips with the lipstick.

“Anyway, back to the questions,” you said, pulling out your phone. “First one: How did you guys meet?”

Ellie let out a dramatic sigh, like she was preparing to tell an epic love story. “Ah, finally, a normal question. Okay. So, we met in college. I was majoring in Visual Arts, because obviously, gay. And she—” she nodded blindly toward you, “—was majoring in Film. We crossed paths a few times, and I basically had a huge hallway crush on her.”

You smiled at the memory, leaning into her light touch as she awkwardly dabbed lipstick near your mouth.

“We found out we had a bunch of mutual friends, they introduced us, we started talking... and then you know, classic slow-burn, painfully homoerotic friendship that turned into this," Ellie said, waving the lipstick vaguely at the handcuffs between you. “Very on brand for us.”

You both laughed, the camera catching everything perfectly—the lipstick smudging halfway across your cheek, Ellie’s huge grin under the sleeping mask, and the pure chaos that somehow felt like the most natural thing in the world.

“Yeah at the moment I didn’t realize I was a lesbian yet, so that explains the homoerotic tension and painfully slow burn” you explained while Ellie still struggled to locate the lipstick where it needed to be.

“Dudeee stop moving, I can't do this if you keep talking—“ She said desperately “—Ok wait just let me read this question and I’ll let you do your work” you assured her.

You were mid-scroll, trying to find the next question, when you burst out laughing. “Oh my god—okay wait, this one is messed up. Who even asked this?”

Ellie paused, lipstick still in one hand, her other hand hovering awkwardly over your face. “What is it?”

You cleared your throat dramatically and read it in your best game show host voice.

“Would you rather: see your parents having sex... or have your parents see YOU having sex?”

Ellie ripped off the sleeping mask, like she couldn’t believe her eyes (or more likely her ears). “I think I spoke too fucking soon about you guys submitting normal questions.”

You were already crying, laughing, clutching the sink for balance. “I’m not answering that.”

“Oh no, you read it out loud. Now you have to.”

“I literally can’t choose, both are psychological terrorism.”

Ellie made a face like she was in physical pain. “Okay, okay, I think... I’d rather them see me. Just so I have the power. I can be like, ‘That’s what y’all get for traumatizing me first.’ Turn it into a full circle revenge arc.”

You wheezed. “Oh my god.”

“Now you have to answer,” your girlfriend insisted, like a puppy waiting for a treat. “I think I rather see them having sex, but just because I think i’d be too embarrassed and would actually die on the spot if they saw me, so yeah thats my answer, and also it couldn’t get worse you know—“

“—Ok that’s valid.” She pointed the lipstick at the camera like it was a weapon. “Whoever submitted that, you are sick, why would you even think that”. Ellie laughed, but it came out more like a smirk. She adjusted the sleeping mask back in her eyes again and continued to “apply” the lipstick on you.

“Okay I think I’m almost finished— time for the big reveal now, but close your eyes. On the count of three. One…”

“Two” you said in unison.

“Oh god im scared—“ you said already knowing your face probably looked like you made out with a crayon.

“THREE”

You looked in the mirror, bursting into laughter at the sight of the lipstick smeared well past your lips and halfway down your chin. “I look like I just made out with a clown.”

Ellie beamed. Tears in her eyes from the previous laughing fit “You’re welcome.”

“Ok now it’s my turn” you said, snatching the lipstick from her hand, Ellie was still snorting at your lipstick stained face, admiring her work of art, when you tugged the sleeping mask over your eyes. “Okay, my turn. Hand over your face.”

She scoffed, grabbing your wrist and guiding the lipstick into her face “My beautiful face is ready for the sacrifice.”

“Just stay still and don’t make any faces,” you warned, already gripping her chin with your handcuffed hand like an amateur dentist.

“No promises,” she said, settling back on the toilet lid, legs spread like she was about to do an interview with Vogue. She reached for your phone and scrolled through the next question from the Q&A sticker. “Ooooh, here’s one: ‘What’s your biggest ick about each other?’”

You and Ellie both went “oooooh” at the same time, the camera catching it perfectly.

You grinned mischievously. “I’ll go first. Ellie chews on random shit like a dog. Pens, her hoodie drawstrings, bottle caps… one time I caught her with my AirPods case in her mouth.”

Ellie gasped in mock betrayal. “IT WAS ONE TIME.”

You pointed at her. “One time too many.”

Ellie chuckled darkly. “Alright. My ick for you? You take hours to reply to texts. Like, I’ll send ‘are you alive?’ and you’ll answer six hours later with a meme.”

You shrugged, unapologetic. “I have a very active brain. I can’t be tied down.”

“This is your mouth, right?” you asked, blindly smearing the product around her lips like a toddler with a crayon.

Ellie was laughing. “I think that was my nostril, but I’ll allow it.” You giggled, blindly tapping her cheeks with your fingers.

“Okay, next question,” she said, biting back a giggle as the waxy tip grazed her nose. “Oh my god. You’re drawing on my nose, aren’t you?”

“No. I’m outlining your beautiful upper lip,” you lied blatantly, tongue poking out in focus as you smudged the lipstick across half Ellie’s cheek. “Next question, babe.”

Ellie cleared your throat dramatically. “If aliens came to Earth and offered to take one of you back to their planet forever, who would go?”

You didn’t hesitate. “Ellie. Because she’d cry less than me.”

“True, but also It would give me such good lore”

“Shhh,” you hushed her. “Stay still or I’m gonna give you a mustache.”

She burst out laughing as you smudged even more lipstick on her chin. “I swear to god, you’re using my face like a sketchpad.”

You peeked under the blindfold to see her face—her entire mouth, nose, and even her forehead now stained with lipstick from constantly touching her face mid-application.

You shrieked. “You look like the joker”

She looked at the camera with a straight face. “Guys is it giving performance art makeup yes or no”

“You’re giving a sick Victorian child ” you wheezed, “Can we do one last question please” you asked Ellie, she nodded while looking for one last question to end the little q&a.

“Who said ‘I love you’ first?”

Ellie leaned closer to the camera like she was telling a secret. “It was me. But I thought she was asleep when I said it, so technically I didn’t mean to say it out loud.”

“I was literally AWAKE. I was just pretending to sleep because I was so nervous I felt like my heart was getting ripped off my chest”

“You were fake sleeping?” she gasped. “You mean I confessed my undying love to a decoy?”

“Literally yes. But I said it back the next morning, so it still counts.”

“Okay, but can we just acknowledge how poetic that moment was? Me, whispering ‘I love you’ into your unconscious body like a sad poet?”

“And me pretending to sleep like a coward,” you added.

After a few more minutes of waiting — and filming a whole artsy montage of you both modeling the masterpieces that were your lipstick-smeared faces — the dough had finally doubled in size.

Which meant: pizza assembly time.

“Can I roll the dough?” Ellie asked, already scraping the dough out of the bowl with one hand.

“Of course, babe,” you said sweetly. “Just don’t rip my wrist out of the socket while you do it.”

Ellie shot you a cocky grin, grabbed the wooden rolling pin, and planted her uncuffed hand firmly on the left side. You lined up your hand on the right, both of you teamworking the shit out of it — handcuffed, half-delirious, and still somehow making it work. Once the dough was flattened into a kinda-sorta-acceptable circle, you grabbed the pot of sauce and spread a thick layer across it, narrating every step in your best fake cooking show voice.

“And now, we generously apply our lovingly handcrafted marinara— Ellie, STOP eating the toppings!” you snapped, catching her with a full knuckle of shredded mozzarella halfway to her mouth.

She rolled her eyes and popped it in anyway. “Party pooper.”

You dramatically sighed, sprinkling the rest of the cheese over the pizza. That’s when it hit you.

“Oh, fuck, Ellie, we forgot to preheat the oven!”

Ellie froze mid-bite. “...The oven works? I thought it was like a landlord myth.”

You stared at her in disbelief. “Do you even know how to turn it on?”

She shrugged, wiping her cheese-sticky fingers on her jeans. “Not a clue.”

Still filming — the camera balanced on the counter catching every second of this— you both stared helplessly at the untouched oven. After a few seconds of aimless button pressing and frustrated groaning, Ellie threw her head back.

“That’s it. We’re bringing out the big guns.”

She fished her phone out of her pocket (with much difficulty, considering the handcuffs) and FaceTimed Joel.

You both stared at the screen, waiting.

After a few rings, Joel’s tired face popped up — and the second he saw you two, his mouth opened like he was about to say something but no words came out.

“What the hell...?” he finally managed, blinking hard at the sight of his daughter and her girlfriend covered in what looked like smeared clown makeup, chained together by a pair of suspiciously shiny handcuffs.

Ellie cracked up immediately. "Heyyy Joel. We’re filming a video. Long story. Anyway— can you PLEASE tell us how the hell to turn the oven on before we burn the house down?"

You leaned into the frame, offering Joel your sweetest sauce-smudged smile. "Hi Joel!"

He shook his head slowly. "Y’all look like you lost a fight with a three-year-old and a Crayola factory."

Ellie wiped a fake tear. "That’s the nicest thing you've ever said to me, man."

Joel groaned. "And what’s with the damn handcuffs? Jesus Christ."

You started giggling. "Content, Joel. It’s for the content."

Joel gave the camera a look so fatherly it could've been framed. "I don’t even wanna know what kinda content y’all makin'. Alright, listen up. Find the oven buttons."

Ellie spun around dramatically, dragging you along with her. "Found 'em! There's like, a hundred buttons, though!"

Joel sighed, like he already regretted answering. "It ain’t rocket science, El. Look for somethin' that says 'Bake'."

Ellie squinted. "Okay, okay, I see it—What temperature should I set it at?"

Joel pinched the bridge of his nose. "Put it to 400."

"Yessir," Ellie saluted, poking the buttons with her free hand while you tried to steady the camera, still filming everything.

Meanwhile, Joel just kept staring at the two of you. "And you’re really just... sittin' there... wearin’ kids' makeup and chained together like morons."

Ellie grinned wide. "Yup. Living the dream, old man."

"World’s gone to hell," Joel muttered, but he was definitely smiling a little now. "Alright, once it’s preheatin’, leave it alone. No touchin' it. And for the love of god, don't try shovin’ the pizza in there without help, you'll burn the damn house down."

You gave a thumbs-up. "Thank you Joel! Love you!"

He shook his head but you swore you saw the smallest smile tug at his mouth.

"Yeah, yeah. Love you too, kiddo. Don't die."

With that, he hung up.

Ellie turned to the camera with a shit-eating grin.

"And THAT, ladies and gentlemen, was Joel Miller making his monthly YouTube appearance ."

You cackled, wiping some flour off your forehead.

"I can already smell the comments."

Ellie threw an arm (and by proxy, your handcuffed arm) around your shoulders.

"We should make him do the 'Handcuffed Baking Challenge' next time."

"Joel would rather be hit with a golf stick" you snorted.

"Facts," Ellie agreed proudly.

After hanging up with Joel, you and Ellie high-fived but it came out more like an awkward clank of your wrists, and turned back to the unfinished pizza sitting on the counter.

“Alright, final touches before this baby goes in the oven,” you announced, grabbing the bag of pepperoni.

Ellie wiggled her eyebrows. “Let’s make a pepperoni shaped figure on it.”

You snorted. "Like, a heart? A smiley face?"

Ellie grinned mischievously. "Nah. I was thinking something more mature."

You gave her a warning look. “If you suggest a dick shape, I swear to god—”

Ellie gasped dramatically, clutching her chest. "I would NEVER—okay, I was totally thinking a dick shape, but whatever, party pooper. Smiley face it is."

Handcuffed and giggling like idiots, the two of you painstakingly arranged the pepperonis into a smiley face, which turned out looking more like the default male roblox face. It took way longer than it should have — every time Ellie moved a piece, she’d yank your wrist with her, causing you to mess up your side, and vice versa.

"STOP MOVING!" you cried.

"I CAN'T, YOU'RE BREATHING TOO LOUD," Ellie shot back, sticking her tongue out in concentration.

Finally, after what felt like a solid ten minutes of struggling, the pizza was ready — just as the oven beeped, signaling it was preheated.

"Moment of truth, baby," Ellie said solemnly.

Together, you shuffled over to the oven like some three-legged race team from hell. You opened the oven door (barely), Ellie held the pizza tray with one hand, and you guided the oven rack out with your free one.

T-rex was awakened from his nap by the sound of you guys fumbling with the oven door, which caused him to meow so loud, you thought Ellie had stepped on his tail.

"Please don't drop it, please don't drop it, please don't drop it," you chanted under your breath as you both maneuvered it inside.

Somehow, miraculously, the pizza slid into the oven without major casualties.

You both whooped and fist-bumped midair.

"Alright, while that's cooking, we should probably clean up... before Joel somehow senses the chaos and drives over here," you joked, grabbing the dirty bowls and utensils.

Ellie groaned dramatically but helped you anyway, dragging you along to the sink like a reluctant kid.

The two of you struggled through washing dishes — you holding the plates, Ellie scrubbing them, occasionally splashing water all over the counter (and each other).

"This is teamwork, right?" Ellie said, throwing a sudsy sponge at your chest.

"Teamwork makes the dream work, baby," you said, wiping the water off your shirt with exaggerated dignity.

Facing the camera, Ellie leaned closer, water dripping down her sleeve.

"I just want the record to show," she said seriously, "that I do in fact help with the dishes in this house"

You bumped her hip with yours. "Barely."

Ellie laughed, then turned to the camera again, her green eyes bright.

"Alright guys, if you’re still watching this mess, comment down below who do you think is carrying this relationship: me, or her?" she pointed at you with a soapy finger.

You gasped. "First of all, it’s me, easily. Secondly, stop slandering me on MY YouTube channel."

Ellie wiggled her brows. "Our channel, babe. Equality."

“Equality would be you doing more of the dishes,” you muttered under your breath, making the camera catch it, and sending Ellie into another fit of laughter.

Just as you finished drying the last plate (and somehow still soaked the front of your shirts), Ellie sniffed dramatically.

"I'm actually so proud of us babe, even if the pizza turns out like shit (Which it wont) we did such a good job for being HANDCUFFED"

You leaned into her, grinning.

"Yes I agree, it wasn’t half as terrible as I thought"

Ellie flexed her still-cuffed arm like she was being awarded a medal.

"Told you It was a great idea"

“Yeah, yeah, now let's settle down for a bit — my legs hurt from standing up all day," you huffed dramatically, dragging Ellie along with you towards the couch.

Ellie clumsily carried the camera with her free hand and set it down on your little coffee table, adjusting it so you were both in frame. Finally, you collapsed onto the couch, feeling like you could melt into the cushions.

"I'm so hungry I could eat T-Rex," you groaned, your cat immediately hopping onto your lap and purring loudly.

"HEY. WHAT THE HELL," Ellie gasped, immediately scandalized. "Leave our baby out of this" She reached out with her free hand to pet T-Rex, who purred even louder at the attention.

"Who's a good boy? Who’s mama's good boy?" you cooed, scratching his chin just right, making his tail twitch with satisfaction.

Ellie watched the scene with a blank face before deadpanning at the camera, "I just got a girl boner from that."

You gave her a scandalized look and tugged at the front of her hoodie. "You're unbelievable."

"And yet," Ellie said smugly, ruffling your hair, "you’re still with me. Tragic."

You rolled your eyes, settling back against her shoulder. "If you could only bring one thing to a remote island, what would you bring?" Ellie asked suddenly, throwing the question toward the camera like it was a game show.

You answered without hesitation. "You. Obviously. There’s no one else I'd rather be stuck with."

“Aweee—“ Ellie's face went soft immediately, cheeks flushing pink. She leaned down and kissed the top of your head.

“—Same for me," she murmured, then smirked. "And honestly, if we were stuck on some island together, we would definitely survive. We'd never be bored."

You pulled back just enough to squint at her suspiciously. "Again with the sex jokes. I'm trying to have a moment here, Ellie."

"You love it," she teased, winking at the camera like she was hosting a late-night comedy show. "But seriously," she continued, getting a little more earnest, "I think we’d keep each other sane. Or, you know... drive each other insane. Either way, it’d be fun."

You laughed, leaning your head against her shoulder again.

"Besides," Ellie added with a shit-eating grin, flexing her arm dramatically, "you'd need my big strong arms to protect you from wild animals or whatever."

You pulled back, raising an eyebrow. "Define big."

Ellie clutched her chest like you’d just stabbed her. "You’re so mean to me on camera. They're gonna think you’re the top”

You snickered. "Oh my god."

Just as Ellie was about to ask another stupid hypothetical question, a loud beep echoed from the kitchen.

"Saved by the bell!" you gasped, practically throwing T-Rex off your lap meowing in betrayal as you and Ellie scrambled to your feet, your girlfriend rabbed the camera off the table with her free hand. "Alright guys, moment of truth. Will it be edible? Stay tuned."

You wobbled into the kitchen together like a two-headed creature from a sci-fi movie.

Somehow you managed to get the oven open without burning yourselves alive. Ellie used a kitchen towel to yank the tray out while you hovered next to her, uselessly gasping and flapping your free hand like that would help.

"Hot hot hot hot hot!" Ellie hissed as she placed the pizza down on the counter.

You both leaned over it, admiring your work.

"Honestly?" you said. "We ate this shit up."

"I wish you guys could smell it, it’s fucking heavenly." Ellie declared, giving the camera a dramatic chef's kiss.

You quickly sliced up the pizza using the pizza cutter, the two of you fighting over who was worse at it. Once you had two steaming slices on plates, you remembered the handcuffs and gave Ellie a mischievous look.

"Okay. We have to feed each other," you said, grabbing your slice with your dominant hand and holding it out toward her.

Ellie immediately cackled. "Cheers baby"

Still filming, you both counted down — "Three, two, one" — and tried to feed each other at the same time. Both of you missed by like three inches.

The pizza folded, the toppings slid around, and when you finally did get a bite into your mouth—

"AH FUCK, IT’S HOT!" you both yelled, flailing dramatically.

Ellie was fuming out of her mouth, nearly dropping her plate. "I think my taste buds just dissolved."

You fanned your mouth like that would help, eyes watering. "I can’t feel my tongue."

Eventually, once your mouths stopped being on fire, you both flopped onto the floor, handcuffed, eating pizza straight from the plate like it was a survival movie.

Ellie leaned into the camera with a dead serious face. "Let’s try again, I couldn’t taste anything other than lava"

You guys took another bite of the pizza (blowing it off a bit so it would be edible) and it was actually very tasty, the surprised look on each other’s faces said everything.

“This is so good I could orgasm right now” You said dramatically. “Just proving once again lesbians can do anything” Ellie added, proud of her work.

Between bites, Ellie looked at the camera, grease on her chin, and said, "We would could definitely make it to Masterchef"

"Absolutely" you agreed through a mouthful of cheese.

After a few minutes of shoving pizza into your faces, you both finally sat back up, looking absolutely wrecked — sauce stains, flour in your hair, and lipstick smears everywhere.

Ellie reached over and adjusted the camera a little, her fingers smudging the lens slightly. “Alright losers thanks for watching our video, it means a lot to us” You giggled, wiping your mouth on your sleeve. “But seriously, thank you for hanging out with us today, and for putting up with whatever this video was.”

“We love you guys so much, for real,” Ellie said, her voice a little softer now. She reached over and bumped your shoulder with hers. “Don’t forget to like and subscribe, you know leave a little comment and let us know if you like this type of videos or what would y’all like to see” You leaned into her, smiling. “And also thank you for sending in the craziest questions, you guys rock”

Ellie laughed under her breath and turned her head slightly, looking at you — her eyes all soft and melty despite the absolute war crime that was both your appearances.

Without thinking, you tilted your head too, closing the small gap between you.

Just as your lips brushed hers, you saw Ellie smirk against your mouth and suddenly lift her free hand to slap it over the camera lens — cutting the video feed to black mid-kiss.

The last thing the viewers heard before the screen went dark was the soft sound of you laughing against her lips and Ellie whispering, “So… about what you said earlier”

[rabotimagines]

I keep rereading your decepticons with a cybertronian reader who calls them pet names, and j wanted to share the mental image I had.

Skywarp seeing them enter the room and sliding on his knees like “there goes my babyyyy” meme.

Meanwhile you, unphased just place a servo on his head as you inform Megatron of your lastest report.

I’m down bad 😔 and ily.

-Applin

*YouTubes meme* OH YEAH, totally 100% he would. Pspspsps Moot, come get your food @smallestapplin

Summary: GN Bot reader using human pet names!

G1 character: Skywarp!

Genre/Theme: Platonic but flirting

Pronouns: You, Your, Yours

Skywarps getting reamed out by you for a prank he pulled on Astrotrain. At least you didn't beat him if he didn't start slag himself first (like Screamer or Megatron). So Skywarp just stays where he is and waits for your mouth to stop moving. They won't punish him again for the same thing if you've already done it. But he's got more important things to do, y'know! Okay, maybe he stops listening and only starts again when you just up and grab Skywarp's jaw and yank him to focus back on your optics.

"Now c'mon babe, we both know we don't want to be here right now. Do us both a favor and focus the first time." Babe? Babe??? Skywarp didn't care a lot for the squishies and their culture but Skywarp knew what "babe" meant. His optics cycle once but he stays where he's staring at your faceplate as you keep ripping him apart with your words. You finish and Skywarp only realizes you're done after you wait for a klick for a response. When he doesn't respond you actually brush your em field up against his frame- You open your mouth again and Skywarp's still staring right into your optics when you start speaking again "Got that, sweetspark?"

Skywarp's wings hike up and his plating fluffs. "Uh yeah- yeah! I got it! Don't put dye in the communal wash racks- or something- got it!"

Your blank expression shifts and you smile at him. "Good boy. Don't do it again." Your em field brushes along the side of his helm and you just turn and leave him standing there. Skywarp watches you leave before his mouth shuts with a click.

Skywarps like a starved mech- it wasn't like any of them were getting any stuck on this mud ball in the middle of nowhere of the galaxy. He's not wasting the chance at something even if it was just affection and not interfacing. And slag it all it's been wayyyy too long since Skywarps even gotten flirted with by anyone. Yeah the violence and fighting of being a con was fun and all but he doesn't realize how much he missed the fun of this until you started flirting with everybody. Which, the fact you flirt with everybody? Skywarp gets annoyed over it. Skywarp wants your attention on him- c'mon he's doing soooo much better than Thundercracker right now! Stop calling him cute and start calling Skywarp cute instead!

It's like night and day suddenly when it's you he has to answer to vs Starscream or Soundwave. (Primus, below he's actually behaved- well as behaved as Skywarp can be.)

Then you come waltzing into the meeting room, and Skywarps warping out of his chair- Thundercrackers got his face in his servo already, and Starscreams already glaring in your direction knowing exactly where Skywarps going. You don't even flinch when Skywarp wraps himself around your waist. Servo petting Skywarp's helm while you just casually start reading off your report. Megatron bluntly asks if you rewired Skywarps personality module due to this being the first time he sees it. You just grin and give Megatron a look- which is apparently enough for an explanation and Megatron just scoffs and goes "I see." As they watch you praise Skywarp for completing what you asked him to do earlier in the cycle.

[burekforsatoru]

boyfriend baji headcanons part 3 | fluff

♡ masterlist | ♡ part 2 | ♡ ao3

boyfriend baji asks you to paint his nails black every so often. he lies on the couch after classes or general toman shit, one arm over his forehead and the other extended so you can hold his hand on your lap and meticulously paint his nails black. he won't admit it outright, but he enjoys being pampered like this, having his fingers massaged, his cuticles tidied up, the gentle touches you give him and the care that you show. he will also paint your nails if you let him. just like he lets you do his, he'll put your hand on his lap and focus really hard on getting the polish to be tidy, even, focusing on the edge of each nail like he's doing a lab assignment for university. he takes it so seriously, if he's going to do it, it's not gonna be half-assed, you're gonna have a salon experience with him.

boyfriend baji wakes up ready to fight someone when you wake up from a nightmare. he hears your huffs and maybe even sobs, he hears you gasp as you wake up, feels the shake of your shoulders as you're trying to calm yourself down. and just like that, the fight in him mellows, his instinctive reaction is to punch a potential intruder, but when the intruder is a night terror, the only way to chase it away is to wrap his arm around you and let you feel his presence. his hair tickles your face, but he doesn't move it, his big toe gently tickles your foot, but you don't pull away, his hand slowly moves in circles on your belly, you don't wince. you feel him right there, already halfway to sleep again, breathing slowly against the back of your head, but the light snores that begin don't bother you. in fact, it's soothing, paired with his scent, the texture of his callused palms on your skin, the warmth of his body on yours, whatever happened in your dream wasn't real. but he sure as hell is.

boyfriend baji learns how to braid your hair. he says it's therapeutic, doing something with his fingers other than closing them into fists and punching someone's cheek. and to him, it's a little bit of a heaven hearing your satisfied hums when he starts off by massaging your scalp and brushing your hair through. at first he told you to calm down, it can't be that good, despite him being the very same way when you do his hair. his hands are so gentle at first, almost worrying he's going to pull too hard, not that it would matter, but then he relaxes, separating strands to braid them into whatever he's been thinking about doing. baji loves that you trust him to do this, sitting between his knees on the floor while he takes the couch, leaning forward to see better as you've got your favourite show playing on the tv. every time you sigh, every time you chuckle, wince, shift, he pauses and observes you. he takes note of how you react to his fingers gently carding through your hair, to his own hair tickling your forehead as he bends down to tie the end of your braid with a small hair tie that he's been holding between his teeth.

boyfriend baji takes you out to feed stray cats with him. it's almost incredible how he remembers most of them, and how they remember him. he barely steps foot in the area with makeshift shelters from the rain, something you suspect he made the entire first division take part in making, when you hear impatient meows from all around. he's quick to crouch down and do a cute little pspspsps so the first few cats come and rub against his shins. there's a wide smile on his face, canines poking out so adorably that you can't help but stare. and he catches you, so he waves you over so crouch next to him. baji shows you his favourites, though he whispers the words so the cats don't hear him and you hold out your hand for them to sniff and decide to cuddle into your palm. it's late by the time you two leave, reluctantly turning your back to the cats that are very invested in their now full bowls, but the evening sky has given way to night and it's getting cold. you wrap your arms around baji's back and he starts his motorbike, giving you the routine order to hold on tight as you weave through the traffic to hurry up and get to your comfy home where you can cuddle up on the couch and exchange little kisses as you inevitably fall asleep on his chest.

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[therosebookshop]

Firefly and Lovebug

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Warnings/Contains: so much fluff, mention of his mind control but its not used, you’re super introverted and antisocial and he’s the exception

A/N: I’m tired of this grandpa I say as the claws of inspiration drag me from my month long stay at no motivation. And even so it took me over an hour and a half ahahaiapsokdjfjf 💔🥀

Inspo: bro idk I just want fluff with Mychael

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You’re an introvert. Always have been? Parties. Headache. Small talk? Get me out of here. Dating? No thanks, the risk is too big. Even a simple dinner with friends or family is tiring. Which is why you really don’t have any friends. Or talk to your family much.

Still, at this point you could start an animal sanctuary. You housesit often for people with pets- you actually get a decent amount of money from that, because you cater to nearly any animal as long as they can be brought to you and you’re given a list of things they can or can’t have. You have a pair of hens named Bertha and Quasimodo (one is slightly hunchbacked) in the backyard who are tag marked and everybody nearby knows, a wild bunny you’ve named Floppy who comes around for carrots every day, a pet cat named S’mores, and a flock of ravens you feed and who bring you trinkets. You have a garden for greens and pretty flowers in window boxes. You’re happy. Your job lets you work from home, when you have to go out you blast music through your headphones and give anybody who comes near a stink eye, and you have sweet pets.

And then S’mores goes missing. She does like to roam, you know that. And everybody who lives nearby knows her. If she got too far, no doubt somebody would return her. She’s very fast when she wants to be, so it’s unlikely she got hit by a car. You put up missing posters, pray to Artemis and Hekate she’s safe and will come home, and can do nothing but wait.

But when it’s three days later and still nothing, you turn your eyes to the forest across the road. You’ve never gone in very far- just a little bit, maybe, out of curiosity. You heard once that people have gone missing in there. And, well, you pray to the Greek gods- you believe in spirits. Bad mojo. That stuff. It’s entirely possible S’mores went in and.. got eaten up by the trees.

Well. You may be a coward when it comes to anything relating to socializing and humans, but NOT when it comes to nature. You know nature. One reads a lot when they isolate.

You pack a backpack- flashlight, food, water, a compass, a spare sweater just in case, a first-aid kit because you never know, a leash for your cat when you find her- not if, when. You will find your baby. And if not alive, then.. well, you’ll take the body home and bury her in the backyard.

You sleep early and wake up with the sun, a little grumpy and unwilling when you chug hot cocoa and down some breakfast. You’ll be a little messed up, sleep schedule wise, but you need lots of sunlight to find your baby.You dress reasonably- jeans, walking shoes, short- sleeved shirt, a parka. It is summer, but you don’t know if there’s poison ivy or something. And you set out.

You search for hours. Truly. You take a break when you think it might be noon but the sun is partially blocked by all the pretty trees and you don’t know. You pspspsps, call for Smores until you’re forced to stop because your throat hurts, just sip water, and walk until you tire and your feet hurt. And when you pass the same rock three times- you know it’s the same, you took a pebble from the ground and drew an X on it just in case you get lost- you swear. You don’t know what to do. You left your phone at home because you knew there wouldn’t be signal- and anyways, who would you call, the only neighbor you were acquainted with enough to have their number was Vida, but you remembered them going away for… was it college? Or something. Actually, you couldn’t remember.

You keep walking until you tire, still looking for your baby, and come across a pretty mushroom ring. You’re sleepy, and admiring the pretty mushrooms. You wanna take a nap. You’ve been walking a lot, after all. And searching is hard work. So why wouldn’t you? You lay down in the mushroom ring- ignoring the faint smell of… rot the mushrooms, and fall asleep.

You think you hear the soft murmur of a voice, warm strong arms lifting you, a comfy bed and warm blanket. A gentle hand stroking your hair while you sleep. You sleep for awhile. Don’t wake up until the next day. And when you do, you can’t move.

The man who saved you- he’s a little… eccentric. Not in a bad way. He’s actually really cute. And silly. And fluffy. And gods, why is he so tall? He’s gotta be over six feet, kinda bulky though you can’t tell from his cute baggy clothes. You haven’t crushed on anybody real in so long. And he’s actually so sweet to you. You’re used to people being jerks, but he tells you what happened, offers for you to stay because it’s late. And, well, you already did chores, didn’t let the chickens out. So sure. You accept.

And yeah, you don’t like people. Duh. But he seems different, sweet, and you’re for once not uneasy. You help him cook, eat with him, ask him some questions. He doesn’t seem to mind them at all. Which is really nice of him.

You stay the night. Make breakfast with him. You’re sure you’re a little smelly, but he doesn’t say anything, even after you freshened up a bit with bar soap and sink water. And when you find out what he really is.. wow. You’re not scared. Not really. Just in awe of how cute he is.

You stay longer. The only real reason you wanna go home is because of your chickens- although you know one of your neighbors has the code to your backyard gate and can take care of them, a measure you took when you got too sick to take care of them once- so you’re not too worried. And you fall even harder for him.

He’s so stupidly cute and sweet. You ask him to help you look for your cat and he does. He knows his way around the forest well, and after a couple days of searching, you admit it to yourself. You’re brokenhearted and you cry while he hesitantly hugs you. Your cat is gone, and you’re never getting sweet S’mores back. You just hope some family took her in and she’s not dead.

You love his chickens. Love how utterly cute he is holding them. He’s so cute overall, you can’t get over it. Cute when you tease him and he turns blue, when you make a shoddy attempt at flirting and he doesn’t get it, confused little head tilts until you explain and he turns blue and tries to hide his eyes with his hair.

How long do you even stay there for? Time blends together. You don’t even realize he’s getting closer, how intently he stares at you sometimes. How when he hugs you he lingers, enjoys how you feel, purrs. You adore when he purrs, and it makes him purr harder.

You stay there for probably a week or more. It’s late one night, cuddling in bed, his head on your chest, that you finally speak. “I should go home.”

He looks up, all four eyes wide and scared. Your hand pauses in stroking his hair. “Go home? But isn’t here home, firefly?”

You cup his face, stroke his cheek. Affection comes so easy when it’s towards him, and you didn’t realize how touchstarved you were until you hugged him that first time. And he loves it. Loves being so loved by his sweet firefly, all the kisses and hugs and compliments. It flusters him to no end. “Here is home, lovebug. I’m so happy here. But.. my animals at home. And my garden and everything.”

He doesn’t want you to go. He doesn’t want to use his powers on you, but if he has to in order to keep you…

“But, um, I was thinking.. maybe I could.. move in? Bring my chickens with yours, bring my flower boxes, my clothes, some of my books and some other stuff probably. But, if you wanted..” You look embarrassed. Flustered.

“You’d move in with me?” He’s so surprised. You nod.

“Mhm. If you wanted.”

Of course he does. You’d be all his, and he’d be all yours. No other people, no distractions. He can’t think of anything better.

It takes nearly a week and lots of trips with a pair of wagons to move in. You move the other stuff into a storage place with his help after, sell your house and car. And then you’re all his.

He never really wants more than lots of cuddles and kisses and affection in terms of intimacy. And you’re fine with that, in all honesty. If he ever wanted to try more, you’d be so up for it. But you don’t want to push his boundaries. So for now it’s cuddles and kisses in early morning light and cooking with him while his tail loops around your leg, and calling the chickens your kids and having picnics.

When he notices you like to nap outside in one specific spot the sun hits just right, he lays some blankets and pillows out in a cozy nest and sunbathes with you. You praise him endlessly until he’s bright blue and tries to hide in his sweater. And he brings you lots of gifts- flowers, rocks, a rabbit who was surprisingly domesticated, other pretty things.

He doesn’t quite understand the idea of marriage. But if he did.. gods, you’d already be wedded to him.

[wedontdeservethestars]

JOHNNY CAGE X SHORT CHUBBY READER I TELL YOU HE LOVES HIS WOMEN THICC

ANON I'M NOT EVEN GONNA SAY THIS A CORRECT OPINION BECAUSE IT'S SO CORRECT THAT IT'S A STRAIGHT-UP FACT. Johnny prefers his girls chubby change my mind!!!!!!!!!!! (Hint: you cannot)

Anyways I know I say that I never write smut but I uh. I did this time. Congrats anon you got me to come out of my shell for Our Boy

Content: reader has female genitalia, smut, fluff, body worship, overall just a Lovely Time between you two

(Pspspsps I also put this on AO3 if anyone would like the link for that teehee)

You had no idea what it was about red carpet events that made Johnny up act but, but every time he invited you out to accompany him, it was a constant fight not to let the paparazzi see his hands all over you. Not that you minded much, but hey, one of you had to have some decency. Maybe it was the stream of complementary alcohol, maybe it was seeing you all dolled up in a pretty silk dress, maybe it was the inherent nature of red carpet events essentially being an excuse to say, “Hey, look how pretty I am, look how pretty my partner is,” or maybe, just maybe, it was a combination of all three. 

Never mind, you thought as Johnny pushed you up against the front door. It’s definitely the dress. 

Just like they had been for the past few hours, his large hands were grabbing and squeezing ever part of you he could manage like a fucking kid in the pillow section at Bed, Bath & Beyond. And the more he felt each curve, the more excited he seemed to be getting, attacking your throat and shoulders and face with his mouth.

“Hey,” you chuckled breathlessly. “Easy.”

“Don’t know–” Another kiss on your neck. “What you’re talkin’ about–” This one landed on your soft jawline. “Doll–”

“Can we at least get to the couch or something before I’m fully nude this time?” you whispered, a smirk playing on your lips. Johnny looked at you very seriously and shook his head.

“No shot.” He grabbed he straps of your dress and, with a not-too-unhappy sigh, you slipped your arms out of them. Your puppy of a boyfriend knelt in front of you and slowly, teasing both you and himself, pulled the front of your dress down. He really did love how it looked on you, the tight material hugging every single rondure and roll, the deep red shimmering in each crease of the fabric. But even more than he loved you in that dress, he loved you out of that dress. 

You let out a soft sound as his hot sigh of breath tickled your skin when he saw you standing there just in your bra and panties. Without fail, he always acted as though he was seeing you for the first time whenever you were in any state of undress. 

“Fucking goddess,” he murmured, and then his lips were all over your front. He was hugging your thick thighs like they were the only thing that would save him. His mouth dragged all around your belly and chest, pausing on occasion to kiss more deliberately or nibble a piece of soft skin. Each pause earned a small gasp or sigh from you.

“Johnny,” you whispered. 

“Huhm?” He glanced up at you, midway through giving one of your love handles a hickey and not bothering to stop. 

“You’re…” Your thoughts swam madly. The only thing you could focus clearly on were the warm tingles coursing through your nerves. You could hardly put a sentence together. “I need you on top of me…”

A smirk fell upon his lips and he pulled away from your tummy, admiring his work for a moment. Then, he grabbed your ass with both hands and squeezed hard, humming. 

“I can do that.” 

In a flash, he was lifting you into his arms. You couldn’t stop a smile from coming across your lips–somehow it always surprised you when he carried you, even though you knew that he was more than strong enough to support your weight. All that time spent building up his muscles wasn’t just for show.

Your bedroom was an agonizingly long way away up a whole entire flight of stairs. Clearly, Johnny couldn’t wait that long, because he brought you to the nearest couch instead (well, technically it was a fainting couch; Johnny said he needed it for dramatics, whatever that meant). 

Johnny wasted no time in unhooking your bra and discarding it on the floor. Your panties were next. The velvet sofa felt foreign against your bare skin, but not unwelcome. He took a breath as he straddled you and began to unbutton his dress shirt. The whole while, he stared down at you. His brown doe-eyes gleamed with adoration. 

“Look at you,” his voice rumbled like distant thunder. 

“You’ve been thinking about this all night, haven’t you?”

“Ohhh, longer than that,” he chuckled. His hands were tracing you again. He couldn’t seem to help himself. “I’m always thinking about this, stardust.”

“It’s so hard to tell,” you teased, your own fingers dancing along his toned thighs. His skin felt hot, and you didn’t think it was just because of the Californian summer heat. 

“Like it’s my fault?” He leaned down and peppered kisses all along one of your breasts. Pausing before continuing on, he grinned up at you, “How’m I supposed to keep it in my pants when I have the most gorgeous girl on earth around me all the time?”

A moan slipped out of you as he pulled your nipple between his teeth and grabbed the other between his thumb and forefinger. You squirmed beneath him and tried to get a coherent response out. 

“Can–God–can you–” Your breath was short. “Need you to touch me…”

“Yes, ma’am.” Johnny gladly slid himself down, taking the time to admire and graze your belly with his mouth. You could feel how hard he was against your plush thighs, one of which he grabbed and hung up over the back of the couch while the other he spread so it swayed over the floor. 

“God damn, you’re so fucking wet already, aren’t you?” he grinned, running a finger up your folds. You felt it all the way through your spine and it made you buck your hips up. 

“Uh-huh,” you nodded, dazed.

His tongue was next, pressing hard against you and flicking expertly between your sensitive lips. A sound that you had never made in your entire life escaped your throat. It only seemed to encourage Johnny as he quickened his pace. For once, he was completely silent save for the occasional grunt or groan, and for the absolute most blissful reason possible. You wanted to praise him, tell him to keep going and that you loved him and that you were in heaven right now, but your words wouldn’t work. Fortunately, the way you were moaning was probably sending the message pretty clearly.

You grabbed a fistful of his hair, watching his head bob beneath you. From the way his own hips moved, you could tell he was rubbing his bulge against the couch as he worked on you. His hand, not to go unexercised, gripped one of your thighs–the one propped up on the backseat–and began to massage it. In turn, you yanked on his hair, making his groans vibrate against your pussy. You did it again and again, feeling your heart race. Warmth built up in your chest, and your stomach, and especially your nethers.

After a bit, you pulled his hair more gently, guiding his mouth away from you. Johnny seemed confused and hazy, like he’d just been pulled out of a dream. “I don’t wanna cum yet,” you whispered. You were too close, and too fast. You needed this to last. 

“Can do, babe.” He flashed a smile and sat up. “Gives me some time for this…”

You watched as Johnny finally pushed his slacks down and pulled his length out of his boxer-briefs. He was throbbing and hard, and as he began to stroke himself you could see his tip glistening with precum. 

“You don’t know what you do to me,” he groaned, leaning his head back as he ran his thumb over his slit. 

Suddenly, you decided that you did need to cum. Right now, in fact. You grabbed his hips and guided them forward, an eager look in your eyes. Immediately, Johnny understood.

“Yeah?” he breathed, his lips curving into a smirk.

“Please,” you nodded. Johnny spat into his hand and rubbed it along himself. He tilted your rear up a bit and positioned himself at your entrance. He paused and looked down at you. He smiled.

“What?” you breathed.

The smile, mischievous and greedy, widened. He didn’t move. You let out a whine and pouted. 

“Johnny! Don’t—don’t tease, I can’t right now—“

“Then tell me,” he murmured. “Tell me how much you want it.”

“Please?” You looked up at him with shiny eyes. “Please fuck me…”

He pushed forward—just enough to brush up against you. “I’m not convinced.”

“Please!” you cried out again. “I need it so bad, you feel so good, and—and I wanna cum, please?”

Johnny chuckled and leaned down, pressing a kiss to the center of your chest.

“Only I can make you feel like this. Right, baby?”

“Right,” you nodded quickly. “Yes. You’re fucking—amazing, and, and so hot…”

“Yeah, I am,” he whispered, and then without warning he slid right into you. You let out a whimper so loud that you clapped a hand over your mouth afterwards, your cheeks turning bright red at whatever that was. Johnny chuckled breathlessly and took your hand away, pinning it behind your head.

“No, no, babe. I gotta hear all those pretty little sounds my gorgeous goddess wants to make.”

On cue, the remark made you moan. He rewarded you with a firm thrust against your soft hips. His unoccupied hand sank into your side as he pumped over and over again.

“God—so pretty—“ he muttered. His face was growing several shades darker as he continued.

“Please, please,” you begged again, curling your fingers into fists.

“You close again?” His soft voice broke through.

“Mhmm…” You writhed for a moment before letting your body flow with his, both of you bouncing back and forth. Your eyes fluttered open every now and then. Each time you did, you saw Johnny gazing down at you, his eyes lusted over but filled to the brim with complete obsession with this. With you.

“Oh–” you whispered soon, squeezing your eyes shut. “Johnny, I–I’m gonna—”

“Go ahead, princess,” he nodded, his voice husky and low in a way that you only ever heard during times like this. It drove you over the edge. With one last cry, your legs quivered and you felt yourself close around him, causing a similar moan from him, and each nerve in your system was full of warmth and complete euphoria for a split second. Your breaths began to even out. Your muscles relaxed. Johnny pulled out as you lay there, panting, and finished the job for himself above you. A warm spray landed on your tummy as he grunted and groaned, and then it was over.

Both out of breath, both smiling like idiots, both completely satisfied. 

“Oh, babe,” Johnny sighed about nothing in particular. He sat back and let you shift into a more comfortable position. Everything felt warm and sticky, but you didn’t really mind. 

Johnny trailed a hand up your still-wet stomach and rubbed it gently across all your belly, coating the front of it with his cum. You gave him a shaky sigh at the gesture. It felt strangely nice. 

“I’d offer to clean you up, but you look so pretty like this,” he admitted, giving you a half-hearted shrug. You laughed softly as he stood up anyway and, after nearly forgetting to tug his boxers up, wandered down the hall to one of the first-floor bathrooms, leaving you to bask in the veil of after-arousal. 

You didn’t even notice he’d returned until you felt the towel touch your skin, damp with warm water and no doubt imported from some European country. Once you were all cleaned up, you reluctantly sat up and noticed the dark velvet of the couch was stained where you two had been before.

“Oops,” you chuckled, feeling a little guilty for ruining the luxury fabric but not enough to regret anything. 

“Eh, that’s what the maids are for,” Johnny shrugged, taking a seat beside you. He rested his head against your chest, sighing contentedly.

“I’m so tired now,” you mumbled. “We didn’t even do much…”

“Minus the whole night of drinking and partying?”

“I guess.” You rolled your eyes and rumpled his hair. The pomade he’d slicked it back with had come loose a few hours ago, leaving several strands hanging down in his face. It was cute.

“You’re pretty,” he said suddenly. 

“So you’ve said.” But it still made you blush.

“I know. But I mean it. You’re the prettiest…ever,” he decided on. 

“Hun,” you laughed softly. “Well, thank you.”

“I’m lucky.” He pouted for a moment as he thought. “People always say that. I get lucky breaks and lucky with auditions and lucky with all the deals…but that’s not luck. It’s charisma and talent and whatever. Lucky is, is meeting someone like you out of the blue. Finding you out of seven million people on this earth.”

“Billion.”

“Huh?”

“It’s seven billion people.”

“Whatever.” He buried his face in your chest, muffling is speech. “You get my point.”

“I do,” you whispered. You stroked his hair again and smiled as he gave you a big squeeze. You said, “I love you, too.”

[greetingfromthedead]

Happy Birthday (Vash x GN!Reader)

Plot: You find yourself on a furry side quest and it turns into a very special birthday celebration that Vash puts on for you.

Series: Tempest Wind, but made to work as a oneshot

Pairing: Vash x GN!Reader

Raiting: Everyone

Tags: domestic fluff, doting, cat adventure, cooking, bathing, tickling, banter, general cuteness, established relationship

Word count: 2.5k

Author's Note: This is actually a modified chapter from Tempest Wind written based on the prompts given to me by my readers on Quotev and Tumblr. It turned out too cute imo to not share with a general audience.

"Look, Red!" you grab onto Vash's sleeve with a gasp. "It's a cat!"

Vash leans towards you, still sucking on the strawberry ice cream, his other arm around a paper bag filled with all kinds of groceries. His eyebrows raise in surprise as he too catches sight of the small black tail slinking around the corner.

"I haven't seen one in so long!" You have already let go of him again and pay no mind as you follow the little shadow into the alley. You hear rustling coming from the trash surrounding a bin and approach cautiously, eager to get a better look at the mysterious creature.

"Pspspsps!" you try to call it out of the pile, but all that does is make them freeze. "You must be starving."

You jump up again just as Vash appears around the corner, he looks relaxed as he shoves the last bit of his pink treat into his mouth. You stand on your tiptoes to reach your arm into the bag he carries and dig around until you find the ham, folded up in waxy paper. You unravel it carefully and pull out a slice before giving the rest back into Vash's outstretched hand.

You return to the rustling mound and extend your hand with the meat, waiting for the breeze to carry the scent to the animal.

"Don't be scared! You can have all this and more; just come out." You speak softly, and Vash smiles tenderly at your antics. "Come out, little one! We won't hurt you!"

You squat patiently as the shifting of the trash gets closer to you, and a little black head pops out from underneath. The nose is just as jet black as the coat, but large green eyes look back at you with a mixture of fear and curiosity. You don't move, and Vash observes that you don't even breathe as you wait for the kitten to come closer. It takes a few careful steps towards you, cautiously sniffing the air, and the smell of ham seems to triumph over any hesitation. They bite into the ham and try to run away, but as you hold on to the slice, they have to remain where they are and bite off pieces. The black cat still looks uneasy and chews while trying to make scary noises, but you remain still and calm. Vash's eyes move between the two of you, observing the precious moment. The cat relaxes as the hunger pains lessen and even starts rubbing their head on your hand. That's when you scoop them up.

"Hey, little guy. You're cute!" You lift them up so they are level with your eyes. "Where did you come from?"

You stand up, and the little creature purrs loudly as you stroke its soft fur. You go up to Vash and present your new friend. He lowers his head and smiles at the adorable little creature. His free hand reaches out and his finger moves underneath one of the front paws. Your man gives the kitten a little handshake.

"Nice to meet you!" He smiles brightly and then scratches their head.

"I wonder if they have a home..." you say a little sadly as you let the creature climb onto your shoulder. The kitten purrs happily and nuzzles into your neck, feeling like it belongs there.

"I don't know, but we can ask around," Vash says softly, giving you a reassuring smile.

You spend an hour asking the townsfolk about the little stray kitten, but nobody has an answer as to how it got there or who it belongs to. You decide to put your search on hold as you still have your groceries with you. With a heavy heart, you head back to your toma to go and look for a place to stay the night, but that's when you see a little poster on the side of a building with a familiar black furry face. It's a missing cat poster that comes with an address pointing to the edge of town, and that's where you head.

You knock on the door, and the person who answers is a middle-aged woman who looks very tired. Her eyes shift between you and Vash as the man opens his mouth.

"Hello! We're here because we saw your poster." Vash smiles brightly, his bubbly personality overflowing.

"Oh... Did you find her?!" The woman perks up with hope and looks more intently to see if you have the kitten.

"Yes, we ran into them on the street," you say softly, and you reach out to tickle the bottom of Vash's hood. A moment later, the black cat pops their head out from where they have been sleeping ever since you fetched your birds.

"You found her!" The woman is overjoyed and reaches out to pick the animal up from Vash's shoulder. "I was so scared! My little granddaughter left her in my care when she and my daughter moved to September! I don't know what I would have done if anything had happened to her. How can I repay you?!"

"It was our pleasure," Vash says with his regular calm demeanor, and you nod.

"Are you travelers? I don't think I've seen you around here before."

"We're just passing through, indeed," Vash replies with a smile.

"Do you have somewhere to stay?" The woman continues.

"We were just about to go find ourselves a room somewhere."

"No need! You can stay here; my daughter's room is free. Come, come, I insist!" The woman takes Vash's sleeve and pulls him inside; with her other hand, she cradles the kitten.

Vash shrugs while looking at you and enters with you close behind. As you enter the cozy room, you can't help but feel grateful for the woman's generosity. It's nothing fancy, but it's warm and inviting. She helps you settle in, and the little black kitten follows you around like a shadow even after you insist that you have no more ham to give to her. Vash tells you to take it easy while he tends to the birds for a change, and you take the opportunity to play with your furry friend. It has been a while since Vash has dealt with the toma and their gear so extensively, and you had used your own little knots and quirks for securing everything, so he fiddles for quite a bit with everything while chatting with the woman. The topic of birthdays comes up, and Vash thinks back to his childhood on the ship and the wonderful first birthday Rem threw for him and Nai. He doesn't think much about birthdays, despite the happy memory. Today is your birthday, and he got some treats from the market, yet he feels like you deserve so much more than just some rare jerky and dried fruit.

As he comes back inside with the woman, he realizes that the house is completely silent. He begins to worry that something may be wrong and walks up to the bedroom door where he last left you to be met with you sprawled out on the bed, fast asleep, and the kitten curled up in the crook of your neck.

"They must've been very tired. Let's let them rest; they has a trustworthy little guard with them to keep watch over their dreams," the quiet voice of the woman says as she gently pulls the door closed.

Vash does check up on you a few times, peeking in through the tiniest crack of the door to make sure you're okay. Each time he finds you in a different position, as you seem to toss and turn a lot, the covers a mess on the bed, and the tiny cat is always either somewhere on or around you. He leaves with a smile on his face to return to his little project he got the opportunity to delve into.

Vash has just lathered the first layer of biscuit with a thick layer of cream when you step out of the bedroom. Your face seems a bit groggy to him, but you return his smile with a warm one of your own. You walk up to him and wrap your arms around his waist, resting your head against his back.

"Hey, Sweet Pea," he says quietly. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm good," you reply, hugging him tighter. "What are you up to?"

"Nothing much; don't worry about it," he replies with amusement.

"Really? Cause to me, it looked like you're making a cake," you chuckle and start to sway him softly from side to side. "What's the occasion?"

"Well..." He trails off, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. "It's your birthday today!"

"What? Is it really?" You say softly as you peek around his side to catch a glimpse of his face, and he sends you a goofy smile. "Oh, Sprout... You are too sweet. I didn't even realize how fast time flies."

You release him to stand beside him and lean over the table to have a closer look at what he's doing.

"Want any help?" you ask cheerfully as you turn to him.

"I might need your guidance, but I think you need a hairnet or something," he chuckles, his hands covered in icing. "Your hair is getting dangerously close to my masterpiece."

"What...?" You get a confused look on your face and reach up to touch your hair to find it in an absolute mess. Your cheeks flush crimson, and you go closer to a shiny pot on the edge of a cabinet to look at the birds nest on your head from all the tossing you did in your sleep. You groan at the thought of having to brush this through, but then start laughing instead.

"I look like a crazy person!" You chuckle.

"Are you considering a new hairdo?" Vash asks calmly, with an adoring smile on his lips.

"Why do you ask?" You turn to him. "Don't you like it? Wouldn't you love me if I looked like this?"

You look at him pleadingly as you creep closer. "What is it? I love you for who you are, not how you look. Is it not like that for you?"

"What?! Of course it is!" He seems surprised and assures with a resolute tone: "I love you for you, not your appearance."

"Okay..." you grab hold of his arm, wrapping both of yours around his tightly. "But would you still love me if I was a worm?"

His eyes widen in shock, but he quickly responds, "Even if you were a worm, my love for you would never change."

You laugh at his response and give him a tight hug. You see the smear of icing on his cheek, and pull him closer. He leans towards you, and you take the opportunity to lick the icing off him and gently bite the rosy flesh, causing him to chuckle too, before playfully touching the tip of his nose to yours.

After you fix your bedhead, you return to Vash's side and help him assemble the cake. Once the masterpiece is complete, you both look at it with pride, yet you have swiped enough frosting and leftover biscuit that you are willing to let it sit for a bit. You stand in front of Vash, his arms wrapped around you.

"Oh yeah... I meant to ask. Where's the..." you stop as you realize you don't know the name of the woman living here.

"Ann left, she said she has business in town and she would be back later." Vash's nose digs into the helix of your ear. "You wanna know what else she said? Apparently this town has a water purification system. And that means we can take a bath."

"Ooooooh!" You exclaim excitedly, but your tone quickly changes. "AAAAAH!"

Vash's nimble fingers dance across every spot he knows is ticklish for you, and he has you wiggling in his grasp as you laugh uncontrollably. You try to push his strong arms away, and do indeed manage to twist out of his reach. But Vash quickly grabs you again, determined to continue the tickle attack. To his detriment, you are now in a better position for a counterattack and choose not to show him any mercy as you launch your assault, your fingers digging into the space between his ribs, causing him to squirm and laugh uncontrollably. It doesn't take long for Vash to stumble over his long legs and tumble backward, dragging you along with him. You find yourself on top of him, his arms protectively around you to make sure you don't hurt yourself in the fall, and both of you continue laughing uncontrollably. You lay your ear on his chest and hear the racing of his heart as he holds you close. His right arm wraps around your upper back, his fingertips resting on the side of your neck, and he feels the rhythm pulsating in your veins. He places a kiss on the top of your head and feels your heart seemingly skipping a beat.

Vash covers you in kisses before getting both of you to your feet again and dragging you to the bathroom, where he starts preparing the bath, carefully choosing a temperature and adding bubbles. You sit on the edge and watch him as he stirs the water and picks up two towels. He insists you stay where you are as he hurries around getting everything ready for a relaxing bath. And that includes the strange foreign snacks you found in town. He looks very proud of himself as he brings in a chair and then sets a tray on top of it next to the tub. He has laid out the different cookies and dried meats and fruits you had paid an arm and a leg for. He even brought a bottle of wine and two glasses. He shuts the faucet and turns to you with mischief in his eyes.

"Noh, strip, birthday girl." He laughs.

"Shouldn't you be stripping for me on this special occasion?" You reply with amusement.

"No, I didn't mean like this. Naughty, naughty," he chuckles, but the heat in his ears reveals his slight flusterdness.

After some more banter and helping each other get rid of your clothes, you find yourself in the tub, laying on his chest with his long legs to either side of you. It is a tight fit, but you enjoy the closeness of his arm around you. You try out the different things you had bought from the market; some of them you would rather have left for someone else, but the wine fits your palette well. You savor the flavors and textures, talking with each other in quiet voices.

"Happy birthday, Sweet Pea!" he whispers into your ear as he places a kiss on your cheek. You smile and thank him, feeling grateful for him putting so much effort into this day.

Once the bathwater gets cold and all the good snacks are out, the two of you get out, determined to go and get a piece each from the cake you made. You exit the bathroom wrapped in your towels, only to be met with an unexpected sight. There is your cake in the middle of the table, but now it has a black furry topper who happily sleeps in the midst of pink frosting.

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Tess' Sharpuary - 6. Kneazle

Aesop meets a small, fluffly stranger. Where could its parents be, though?

chapter specific tags: slice of life, fluff, aesop sharp being a cat dad

relationships: aesop sharp & reader

6. Kneazle (2.7k)

tw: none

It was one of those days that are simply good.

Aesop began his day feeling well rested - something he had to pat his back for, since he actually made himself go to bed early the previous day - the cool morning air felt fresh and rejuvenating on his heated body instead of causing a chill, and his leg was obviously having a good day as well, as his morning dose of Wiggenweld left him with only mild discomfort instead of the usual annoying dull pain. He attended breakfast feeling carefully optimistic, his eggs with soldiers perfectly warm and filling, his tea brewed just right. He had a pleasant chat with Dinah, and was happy to find the politicians over at the Ministry were, for once, not wreaking havoc upon the wizarding community, when his friend passed the Daily Prophet over to him.

Even his classes went well that day. The students were focused and attentive, nobody blew up their cauldron, and even the worst brewed potion would probably get no worse than an A from him. Mr Weasley kept his mind on the task at hand, and didn’t attempt any of his usual shenanigans, and the Now-Not-So-New Sixth-year Ravenclaw frankly impressed him with her Draught of the Living Death. Seeing her turn her head and beam at him when he praised her work was the highlight of his already great day.

The potions master felt so well, he actually decided to use the time he had after his last class before dinner to take a leisurely stroll over Hogwarts grounds.

The sun was setting quickly, the last bits of departing winter making themselves known, but Aesop was feeling rather content. He had the mind to apply a heating charm to his clothes, so not even the cool air blowing gently in his face and through his hair were able to make him feel cold.

Then, however, and it was only because the wind stopped blowing for a few seconds, he heard an unexpected sound. Aesop didn’t know what it was, the sound having been so quiet, but his ears instantly perked up and he stopped in his tracks. He waited for several seconds, straining his ears, and sure enough, there it was again. It was coming from the bushes somewhere to his left, and he slowly began walking in the direction. The sound would repeat every now and then, becoming louder and louder, until he could properly identify it.

It was a kitten’s meow.

Normally, that’d be hardly out of the ordinary. After all, there were dozens of cats roaming the castle, both inside and outside, and there was the occasional litter of kittens, but it was most unusual for kittens this little to be all by themselves, out in the cold no less. At least, Aesop presumed it was a little one, judging only by the pitch of the cry. Poor dear, Aesop thought as he continued walking towards the source of the small meowing.

Aesop liked cats, and the only reason he didn’t keep one himself was the fact that he could hardly have it in his always dutifully locked rooms, unable to run around as it pleased. Not to mention the fact that he’d be worried about it accidentally breaking some potion or, Merlin forbid, poison and getting hurt as a result. So instead he made friends with some of the Hogwarts felines, gladly petting them and doting on them when nobody saw, and he didn’t even mind having to cast the scouring charm on himself to get rid of the cat hair whenever one of the little creatures rubbed against his legs, or when he actually picked one of them up.

Finally he reached the shrubs where the sound seemed to be originating from. The meowing was clearly audible here, but he couldn’t see through the thick greenery. Deciding to test his leg a bit, he crouched down, and was glad not to find himself in immediate pain. He put his dominant hand in front of himself and flexed his fingers.

“Here, kitty kitty… pspspsps…” he whispered, keeping his voice soft.

The meowing got louder, and he could hear some shuffling noises from the shrubs. Suddenly, a small but very fluffy head appeared at the bottom of it. The creature had large ears which were even fluffier at the top, bright yellow eyes, and a dark nose, and it mewed loudly at him, but it was immediately obvious that it wasn’t a cat.

“A Kneazle?” Aesop wondered out loud, his voice making the tiny creature startle. He cringed slightly, lowering his voice again.

“Sorry, sorry… Come here, I’m not going to hurt you.”

The kitten approached him very slowly and sniffed at his fingers warily. It must’ve decided the potions master posed no danger to it, as seconds later it rubbed its cheek against his index and middle finger. “There you go…” Aesop praised softly. Was this one of Bai’s Kneazles? How did the poor thing get all the way out here? In any case, he couldn’t just leave it here, the nights were still cold, and he frankly couldn’t imagine leaving the defenceless kitten by itself like that. 

“Will you let me pick you up, hm?” he asked and slowly moved to scoop the Kneazle into his hands, something it didn’t seem to mind too horribly. He brought it close to his face to properly look at it, and the kitten seemed to do the same with him. It craned its neck to look and sniff at everything. Aesop couldn’t help but chuckle when a tiny paw made contact with his face. Then, however, it seemed the little creature became particularly interested in his sleeves, and actually tried to crawl down one, prompting him to chuckle again.

Ah! He realised suddenly. The heating charm. “You must be cold…” Aesop wondered where he should place the Kneazle for transport to keep it warm. When he slowly lowered it to his coat pocket, its inside already enlarged by charm, he was quite surprised that it not only didn’t seem to mind, but actually climbed straight in, making itself right at home. It peeked out of his pocket, happy to be able to look around while enveloped in the warmth. The potions master thought he could hear quiet purring. He shook his head - the little beast was quite bold for being so small.

Nevertheless, he made his way over to the beast enclosures and Bai’s hut. He didn’t even have to knock on her door to know the teacher wasn’t currently present, as it was dark on the inside, and there was no answer when he called her name out. Oh well.

He knew where he was going when he made his way over to where the Kneazles were kept. During the winter, many of the beasts were kept within the battlements during the nights, despite the fact that they’d be perfectly alright outside. Aesop entered their hutch, and instantly felt even warmer. The kitten hid further inside his pocket.

“Hm? What gives? Don’t you want your mummy?” he asked. He gently pulled it out of his pocket, but found that the kitten was resisting. Nevertheless, he managed to put it down on the hay-lined ground. A few of the Kneazles seemed interested in the young one, and approached warily. The large cat-like beasts sniffed the air, their heads turning to Aesop’s and the kitten's direction.

Two females came closer to sniff at the shivering kitten, its fur standing on end. To Aesop’s surprise, the two adults then simply turned and walked away from the kitten. Another one came closer, but it didn’t even take the time to take the kitten’s scent, and instead immediately hissed and growled, prompting further panic. Aesop was quick enough to pick it up once more, right before the large Kneazle’s paw connected with it in a clearly aggressive strike. 

It was at this point that Aesop finally realised something - there were no other kittens around. It wasn’t unheard of for Kneazles to have a litter of one, but it was most unusual for a clowder of Kneazles consisting of several females to only have a single lone kitten. This wasn’t a Hogwarts Kneazle, Aesop realised, putting it back in his pocket and swiftly making his way out of there, as it seemed the grown female wasn’t exactly keen on sharing her space with the little stranger any longer.

If it wasn’t one of the Hogwarts Kneazles… then how in Merlin’s name did it get here? Of course, Aesop knew that there were clowders of Kneazles littered all throughout the Highlands, but he also recalled professor Howin saying that none of them is particularly close to the school. Definitely not close enough for a kitten this small to make it all the way here from over there. Was there a new clowder close to the school? Or… Aesop knew the answer. Poachers. While most of them had disappeared during the previous year, some were still there, and they were often bold. It wouldn’t be the first time one such group grew as bold as to operate this close to the castle.

And if that truly was the case… then this little one had nobody to take care of it… Blast it. He didn’t even consider finding Bai and just giving the Kneazle to her at this point, seeing the others’ reaction to the small one, but then what else was he to do? Bring it over to Brood and Peck? Surely Ellie could take care of it… 

And then it hit him.

The Room of Requirement! The Sixth-year Ravenclaw told him she kept a few Kneazles in one of her vivariums; perhaps she could take care of this one too! 

“Are you alright there?” he asked, looking at his side. The kitten was once more peeking out of his pocket, but it seemed slightly more wary than it was before. He reached a finger towards it to scratch it under its neck, prompting it to purr and lean into the touch slightly.

Aesop took a deep breath in preparation for the long climb up to the Astronomy tower and set off.

The little beast was very very lucky his leg was behaving today, else he’d probably do something unwise, such as send it to the Ravenclaw by owl. He cringed inwardly - he could hardly imagine that turning out well. Luckily, his ascend wasn’t too horrible, and he soon saw the door leading to the hidden room materialise out of nowhere. He normally wouldn’t go into the room without the young woman, seeing it as a breach into her privacy, but he supposed this was a special situation. 

Still, as he entered the now increasingly familiar room, he called out for her. There was no answer. It seemed Deek wasn’t here either, most likely busy aiding the other house elves in preparing the dinner. He stepped further into the room, and was once again enveloped in its comfort. It was grand and spacious, but it felt cosy and comfortable, and he thought it wouldn’t be exactly a punishment to curl up on one of the sofas with a good book and ignore reality for a while.

The potions master shook his head to banish the thought for now. “Now, where does she keep the Kneazles, little one?” he asked mostly to himself, but it seemed the kitten sensed it was being addressed, and squeaked in answer. Let’s see - the one in front had Unicorns, Fwoopers, Puffskeins… no. The one on the right? Hippogriffs, Diricawls and… Aesop winced. He very much hoped the Kneazles weren’t in the same vivarium as the graphorns… The one on the left? No, no… Aesop made his way up the stairs, and then to the last vivarium. 

A wave of energy coursed through his body as he entered, the air shifting and changing, he felt the sudden warmth of magical sunlight and wind blowing gently through his hair.

His lungs filled with the fresh mountain air. The first thing he saw was the fiery plumage of a majestic Phoenix soaring up in the sky, cutting through it like pure flame. And then - then he heard the sounds of creatures. He was easily able to identify the squeaking and sniffing sounds produced by Nifflers, and was quick to spot them on the far right. His eyes scanned the area, and just as he was about to turn back and explore the other vivariums (keeping the coastal one for last, obviously), he saw it. 

A large, fluffy head was staring at him from one of the windows of the ruined building to his right.The professor began his approach slowly, his hand unconsciously coming to stroke at the kitten’s fur again. He entered the ruins and saw them. A small family of Kneazles; two grown ones and two kittens. It was obvious the kitten in his pocket didn't belong with them, its colour and pattern was entirely different from both parents. Speaking of the parents, they were watching him with mild suspicion, but neither of them seemed too defensive. He approached slowly, and once again pulled the small Kneazle out of his pocket, placing it on the ground. He kept more of a distance now, and was ready to pick it up if necessity called for it, but stood his ground, even as the kitten got frightened once more.

The female Kneazle got up from her litter and approached the stranger curiously. Like the Hogwarts Kneazles, she sniffed at it slowly, and then began turning away. Aesop’s shoulders slumped in disappointment and frustration. However, then instead of walking away from the kitten, the female gave a meow. The male, large and robust, slowly walked closer and imitated his mate, taking in the newcomer’s scent. The kitten itself seemed ever so slightly less frightened now, but was still looking at the two large beasts warily.

And then Aesop’s lips spread into a wide grin when both adult Kneazles began cleaning the little one with their tongues. He gave a big sigh of relief and happily watched the mother grab her newly adopted child by the scruff in order to bring it over to her own two squeaking offspring, the father following close behind.

“She was supposed to have three,” sounded next to him and Aesop jumped visibly. He turned around, wand drawn, accidentally startling the Kneazles behind him as well. “Sorry, sorry!” said the Sixth-year Ravenclaw, lifting her hands in front of herself in defence “M-Miss (L/N)!” was all Aesop managed to get out. They stood like this for several seconds, but then Aesop realised he was still pointing his wand directly at the poor girl. 

“Uh,” he said eloquently, “I’m sorry, I-...” He put his wand away, feeling terribly awkward about having been caught unprepared like so, “sorry to have come here without your knowledge. And for pointing my wand at you, you… surprised me.” 

“It’s alright,” she said, a smile beginning on her face, “both of it. I’m sorry too, I shouldn’t have creeped up on you like I did. As for being here, well, you can come here anytime you like, it’s not like I’ve got something secret here.” The potions master chuckled.

“Apart from a few very dangerous beasts, you mean?” he asked with a wry smile. She merely shrugged her shoulders: “Professor Weasley knows about them, so they’re not exactly secret.”

The two of them turned towards the newly expanded family of Kneazles. “What do you mean she was supposed to have three?” asked Aesop then and sadness flashed in the girl’s eyes visibly: “What I said. She gave birth to three kittens, but… well, one of them didn’t make it. I had to bury it, outside of the castle, and she… Well, she’s been an amazing mother, but I could see that she was still sad. They’re very clever and sensitive creatures, Kneazles, with a full scale of emotions… People don’t give them enough credit. Look at her now!” 

And indeed, the female Kneazle had all three kittens nursing on her, her head resting on the ground, her eyes blinking happily. The male was keeping watch it seemed, protecting his mate and their children. “Where did you get the little one?” asked the Ravenclaw, looking at her teacher curiously, but before he could answer, she spoke up again: “Would you mind telling me over tea?”

Aesop couldn’t help but grin back at her: “No, not at all.”

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Thank you for reading! You can also check out the entirety of Sharpuary on my AO3 ❤

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came here to say that whenever me and my friend re-read even ONE of your fics we get depressed and can't write our own stories for a while because we both think yours is too great 😭 like, when she reads, she is overwhelmed by the quality of your fluff and feelings, and when I read, I know instantly that I have no moral right to write about Americans and know nothing 😆

We love your works on ao3, even if we try to read them as rarely as possible, precisely to avoid the writer's block hahaha

have a good week, I was going to look into your ao3 profile again, but ao3 is down for maintenance, so I guess no fics for me

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have a cat photo from yesterday (he's 9-10 y. o.)

Sorry for unintentionally giving you guys writer’s block 😅😆. I’m glad you guys are enjoying them though! I’m sure your fics are equally as great or even greater than my own. And we’re quite diverse here in America, so I’m sure your interpretation of us will still resonate! Don’t be afraid to give it a go!

This was a nice message to wake up to, and I’ve had confidence issues with my writing for so long now, I don’t think I’ve properly written anything in about 2 years. Messages like this make me want to get back into writing, so thank you!

If you have an email or a discord, I can always send you a PDF of one of my fics since AO3 is down. Just let me know, and I’d be happy to send it/them to you 💖. Or you can always just wait until AO3 goes back up, either way 😆.

And omg pspspsps kitty!! Ahh he’s 9/10 years old?? I thought he was a kitten!! He looks tiny and young! I want to pet him and give him little treats. Now I’m going to have to convince my boss to take me to see our neighbor’s kitten today. (We tried to see him last night, but the neighbor didn’t want to come over in the rain 😭). Thank you for the kitty picture, I love kitties so much 💖.

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@kazzykatt attack!attack!attack! Pspspsps come get your velociraptor sheep

Oh my god I love your Finn, beautiful fluffball right there 😭💕 I saw the fluff and had to draw it

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are you ridin? (m) - l. heeseung

pairing: heeseung x fem!reader (she/her) [ft. sunghoon]

genre: biker!heeseung, racer!heeseung, strangers to lovers au, fwb!sunghoon (?), smut, slight angst, fluff

warnings: alcohol consumption, smoking, toxic relationships (not w heeseung), illegal racing, heeseung punches sunghoon once, mentions of wounds and blood, implied anxiety attack, smut [dom!heeseung, unprotected sex, daddy kink, oral (m & f receiving), bulge kink, size kink, heeseung calls reader ‘princess’/ ‘good girl’, fingering, rough sex, vanilla sex, face fucking, praising, breeding kink, overstimulation, slight possessiveness, heeseung has a big dick...]

word count: 11.7k+

summary: when sunghoon dragged you to that one race, you didn’t think you would meet a new face - a handsome one to add. with heeseung’s return, the rivalry with his old best friend sunghoon did too. now stuck in between two boys, will you have the courage to face their secrets and your true feelings?

a/n: oh wow it’s finally here! this is like 70% smut but you guys enjoy that no matter what. let me know what you think!! feedback pspspsps

For normal people a typical Friday night would include going out for drinks with friends or having a calm movie night under cozy blankets. Well, that wasn’t the case with you. Your typical Friday night would be sitting in the front seat next to Sunghoon in his precious car, watching him drive to yet another illegal race. His cold fingertips grazed the skin of your thigh as his eyes focused on the road. Leaning against the window, you stared at his gorgeous features. He looked even prettier when the moonlight shined on him. His silver hair matched the color of the moon. His pink lips looked extremely kissable right now. In any other circumstances, you would have jumped on him and kissed him like there was no tomorrow. Thinking about him, you would have more time to do that later on. 

Sunghoon opened the door for you to get out, taking your hand in his gently and helping you. You smiled at him in return as he wrapped an arm around your waist, guiding you where his friends were. From outside, you could understand why everyone thought you and Sunghoon were a couple. Too bad that your feelings for each other were totally platonic or so you liked to believe it. Sunghoon was your close friend. A close friend you fucked nearly every night, that would summarize your relationship with Sunghoon pretty well. So yeah, being touchy and kissing each other every chance you got did make you look like a couple. Maybe that was the reason why you were still ‘single’. Whenever you brought up the topic, Sunghoon always told you that he didn’t like to label your relationship. 

‘’Long time no see Y/N! Seems like Sunghoon has been keeping you away from us.’’ Jay said as soon as you and Sunghoon stepped into the circle of his friends. ‘’As expected from him, he’s always hiding you somewhere.’’

‘’Haha, very funny Jay. If you wanted to see Y/N, you could have just let her know.’’ Sunghoon replied unamused by the words of his friend. 

‘’And have you murder me? No, thank you.’’ Jay scoffed, taking a sip from his drink. His comment made you raise your eyebrows and nudge Sunghoon’s side, just for him to ignore you. 

‘’I wouldn’t be here if Sunghoon didn’t have a race. He literally dragged me out of my house to come.’’ You let the boys know, rolling your eyes. The boys standing in front of you raised their eyebrows in surprise. 

‘’Sunghoon? Sunghoon isn’t racing today though.’’ Sunoo thought to himself, earning a hit on his back from Jake. ‘’None of us are racing today except for Heeseung hyung. That’s the reason why we’re all here, isn’t it?’’

You glanced at Sunghoon whose hand was still on your bare waist, giving you a squeeze. He didn’t even turn to look at you and explain himself. He just stood here silently and watched the scene in front of him unfold. Well, it wouldn’t be the first time that Sunghoon lied to you to bring you somewhere. Thinking about it, your friend was a walking red flag. To be honest, in the past few days, you found yourself doubting your relationship with him, if you could call it a relationship. You were getting tired of Sunghoon and his antics, wondering why you kept up with him when he didn’t even act like a proper lover. Maybe you needed to end your relationship before you fell deeper into this black hole called Park Sunghoon. 

On the other hand, did Sunoo say Heeseung? The name sounded familiar but you doubted you knew the guy. You were sure that Sunghoon and his friends had brought the guy’s name once or twice during the races but you didn’t have a face in your mind to put on the name. 

‘’Heeseung?’’ You questioned, finally making eye contact with Sunghoon as he turned his head to look in your eyes. ‘’You’ve never told me about Heeseung.’’ 

‘’You’re not my girlfriend Y/N, I don’t need to tell you every single detail about who is my friend or who is not.’’ Sunghoon shrugged, his grip on you loosening. 

‘’Now you’re just being an asshole.’’ You scoffed, getting out of his grip and pushing him away from your body. You weren’t going to let him talk to you like a nobody and let him touch your body.  Sunghoon’s and his friends’ eyes widened at your sudden harshness towards the boy since all of them knew you to be calm. You barely got angry at Sunghoon but maybe this was the final drop of water. You had enough. 

‘’You’re just peachy because you know what I’m telling is the truth.’’ Sunghoon defended himself, trying to grab your hand and bring you closer but you acted faster than him, pulling your arm away before he could grab on it. 

‘’You know what? Fuck you Sunghoon. Fuck whatever this is between us.’’ You muttered, turning your back at him and walking away from the group with quick steps. You knew Sunghoon wasn’t going to follow you. He never did but you were still stuck on that last piece of hope telling you that he would run to you. It never happened. Sunghoon stood still next to his friends as all of them watched you get lost in the crowd. 

‘’What the fuck dude? Go after her or something!’’ Jay yelled at his silver haired friend, hitting on his shoulder a little bit harshly, making Sunghoon hiss in pain. 

‘’It’s all good. She will come back. She always does.’’ Sunghoon shook his head, wanting to believe that you’d come back to him because that was what you always did, right? Sunghoon would provoke you somehow, you would leave his side and the next day the two of you would end up on the same bed, tangled in the same white sheets. 

You kept walking, pushing the crowd, trying to make a way for yourself. You didn’t think the ring would be this crowded. You had no idea where you were going and what you would do after leaving Sunghoon and his friends. 

You were deep in thought, walking while looking at the floor. You didn’t see where you were going when you clashed at something or someone, someone who had a very broad back to be specific.

‘’Sorry.’’ You apologized, trying to get through the crowd once again. That was your plan until the owner of the broad shoulders decided to turn around and face you. You would be lying if you didn’t admit your heart skipping a beat when his eyes met yours. It felt like you froze on the spot when his eyes stared into yours. He might have been the prettiest boy you’d ever seen in your life, maybe as pretty as Sunghoon. Somehow you couldn’t get yourself to break eye contact and continue walking. 

‘’Pretty.’’ The boy mumbled like he was in some kind of trance, his dark brown irises still on you. You knitted your eyebrows but words still couldn’t come out from your mouth. Instead of saying anything, you pushed past him and continued to make your way out of the crowd. 

‘’Wait!’’ You heard the unnamed boy say behind you but you didn’t turn back to look at him, you didn’t have any reason to. ‘’Hey!’’ He yelled again, his voice getting closer. 

You finally got away from the crowd and took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself. You were glad that you had a chance to be alone for a few minutes and collect your thoughts. There was no way you were going back to Sunghoon after he treated you like you were nothing to him. 

‘’Wow, you were fast back there.’’ 

‘’Are you a creep or something? Why are you following me?’’ You shot, still annoyed from what happened between you and Sunghoon. You sat down on the sidewalk, tired of running from places. ‘’Whatever, you’ll only be useful if you have a pack of cigarettes on you.’’ 

‘’Today is your lucky day I guess.’’ He said, taking out his pack and handing you a lighter and a single cigarette. 

Your hands shook slightly as you tried to light up the cigarette between your lips. You weren’t a smoker. You only smoked when you were out drinking or in moments like this when something was troubling you. 

‘’You’re not going to leave me alone, are you?’’ You asked, looking up to him. This time you had a chance to check him out from head to toe. He was handsome with immaculate body proportions. He was wearing a leather jacket on top of a simple white t-shirt, chains dangling from his black skinny jeans and under that he was wearing some boots that looked heavy. 

‘’I wasn’t going to until I got your name and number but my race starts in a few so I gotta go. Will you be waiting for me?’’ He asked with hope in his voice. 

‘’Hmm not sure-’’

‘’Let’s make a deal, shall we? Wait at the finish line, if I win I’ll get your name and if I’m lucky enough, I’ll take you on a late night date. If I don't, you don’t even have to wait for me, you can just leave and do whatever you want.’’ He offered. Thinking about it, it was pretty logical. You didn’t have anything better to do anyways so you agreed before he walked you to the finish line which was also the start line it seemed. 

‘’Motorcycles? I thought they used this place for only car races.’’ You wondered, looking at the boy next to you as somebody handed him his helmet. 

‘’Seems like you don’t come here that often then.’’ He smirked before getting on his bike and putting the helmet on. ‘’Because if you did, I’m sure that you’d know my name.’’ 

‘’Confident much?’’

‘’I just know that I’ll win because I always do.’’ He winked at you before closing the shield of the helmet and starting his bike. You stepped back for safety reasons, your eyes still on the boy. ‘’But again I’d need luck so wish me luck, beautiful.’’ 

As the other racers got in their places, you started to feel nervous for no reason. Did you really want this random stranger to win? You guessed, your heart wanted him to since it was beating faster than usual. 

‘’I can’t believe Lee Heeseung is back after all these months.’’ You heard somebody say from behind, curious about this ‘Lee Heeseung’. Not only the name caused tension between you and Sunghoon but he was the talk of the race. 

‘’It’s been more than a year. I was sure that after the last time, he wouldn’t race anymore. You know… After what happened between him and the other racer boy. The handsome one. ’’ Somebody else added, peaking your interest. 

You wanted to listen more to their conversation but your attention was back on the riders when you heard the gunshot that started the race. Your mouth was hanging open when you saw how fast they were going. You couldn’t even see who was leading and because of this, you didn’t know if the boy you were talking to was going to win. You waited patiently at the finish line, trying not to bite your nails from anxiousness. 

Your breath hitched in your throat when you spotted the familiar motorcycle come in first, followed by the other racers. Everybody was screaming his name. You weren’t sure if you felt good because of finally having a name for his face or taken aback since he had some untold history with Sunghoon. 

He took off his helmet, fixing his hair as sweat dripped down the side of his pretty face. He got off the motorcycle, putting his helmet away before starting to walk through the crowd. You watched as people threw themselves at him, his name still on everybody’s mouth. It felt like he didn’t really want the attention as he pushed everyone away and walked towards you, his eyes staring into yours with a smirk on his face. 

‘’I won.’’ He said with a bright smile on his eyes. You could swear that you saw stars in his eyes when he talked. 

‘’You did.’’ You agreed, smiling back at the black haired boy. ‘’A deal is a deal I guess. My-’’

‘’Y/N.’’ You heard somebody say behind you, cutting you off. A voice that you didn’t want to hear at the moment. 

‘’Sunghoon.’’ Heeseung called his name with a stern tone. Not very amused to see the silver haired boy. 

‘’Heeseung.’’ Sunghoon mumbled, not making eye contact with the taller boy. Sunghoon walked right next to you, taking your hand in his. ‘’Baby, come on let’s go home.’’ 

You give him a surprised look before taking your hand off his grip, letting out a scoff. ‘’Suddenly I’m ‘baby’ huh? Sorry Sunghoon but me and Heeseung have already made plans for tonight.’’ 

‘’You can’t be serious right now.’’ Sunghoon sneered, forming a first, his knuckles turning white. ‘’Y/N, you should have known better than hanging out with assholes.’’

You snickered, taking a step towards Heeseung so you were standing next to him. Grabbing his hand, you started dragging him back to his motorcycle. 

‘’Well, that’s the reason I’m going with Heeseung and not you.’’ You clapped back, grabbing the helmet Heeseung was handing you. 

You could see Jay and Jake arrive at the scene from the corner of your eye, holding Sunghoon back, telling him to leave it. You couldn’t care less about what was Sunghoon going through. He didn’t really expect you to go back to him after the way he treated you, did he? You didn’t even want to talk about how he called you ‘baby’ in front of Heeseung. He either didn’t give a single fuck about how he acted earlier that night or he wanted the other boy pissed. 

‘’First time?’’ Heeseung asked when he saw you hesitating to get on the bike. He didn’t want to talk about the scene that happened just minutes ago. It wasn’t his place to intertwine. If you wanted, you would tell him what your relationship was when you felt comfortable enough. 

‘’Is it that obvious?’’ You chuckled, making him smile. He nodded in response. 

‘’I won’t go fast unless you ask me to and feel free to hold on to me. I’d like that.’’ He winked before getting on the bike himself, followed by you soon after. ‘’Where do you want to go?’’

‘’To be honest, I don’t want to go anywhere but home. It’s near the campus.’’ You confessed, not having the energy to go outside and drink after the stunt Sunghoon pulled. 

‘’Home it is then.’’ He said, starting the engine.

‘’I can’t believe we’re going to the same university but I’ve never seen you around the campus. Plus, it’s even weirder since Jay is one of your close friends.’’ You laughed, taking a sip of the wine you had been drinking as you and Heeseung sat on your small couch, chatting the night away. It wasn’t even night, if you waited for a few more minutes, you could watch the sunrise together. 

‘’Wish I knew you sooner.’’ Heeseung confessed, leaning against his palm and staring at you diligently. 

‘’Trust me, you wouldn’t want to meet me sooner than this.’’ You replied, looking down at your hands. ‘’At least I know what I want now. I don’t want to waste time on people who don’t give two shits about me.’’

‘’Knowing your worth is sexy.’’ He murmured, putting a strand of hair behind your ear. The distance between your faces shortening as he leaned in to reach you. Without realizing you held onto the material of the couch, squeezing the fabric. Your eyes gazed at his pretty pink lips, wondering how it would feel to have them on your lips before looking up to his eyes again. Heeseung let out a quiet chuckle when he realized how your breathing quickened. ‘’Do you want to kiss me?’’ 

You suddenly pulled back when you heard him ask such a question. ‘’Kiss you? Pfttt- What? Why would I want to-’’ 

‘’Don’t worry. I don’t kiss on the first date.’’ He rolled his eyes, leaning back against your couch. Heeseung saw the small smile on your face fade away from the corner of his eyes. Did you really want him to kiss you that bad? When it came to Heeseung, there was nothing more than to kiss you right there and then. Yes, he was a bit tipsy from all the alcohol both of you drank ever since you got home. He knew you were too. His feet tapped on the wooden floor beneath him, thinking about his next move because suddenly both of you became silent. Anybody could feel the tension in the room. Of course it was meant to happen. You didn’t invite the boy to your house to have a sleepover, did you? 

‘’Fuck it.’’ Heeseung cursed, grabbing your waist and pulling you on top of him, making you squeal. 

One hand cupping your cheek, he brought his lips on yours, kissing you. You kissed him immediately, a quiet moan leaving past your lips as he sucked on your bottom lip before slipping his tongue inside your mouth. You lay down on top of him, your hands tangling in his dark hair. His hand moved from your cheek to your waist, holding you on top of his body. You had never been kissed like this before, being kissed like this was a new feeling, making you get butterflies in your stomach. Your noses brushed against each other with every kiss and every angle change. You were too into each other that you didn’t realize for how long you were kissing, both of you forgetting to take a breath. Whenever you pulled away to catch your breaths, you found your way back to each other again. 

Heeseung sat up straight, making you move along with him. He took off his leather jacket and threw it on the ground, leaving him with his white t-shirt. You finally had the chance to take a glimpse at his muscular arms, making you lick your lips. You wanted him to wrap his hands around your neck and choke you. Maybe it was a bit too much to ask on the first date. Could you even call this a date since you met Heeseung less than twelve hours ago?

‘’No matter how much I want to continue to kiss you and do more than kissing, I think it would be the best if I leave since it’s nearing 6am and you told me that you had an internship meeting at 2pm tomorrow- well today.’’ Heeseung said, a bit disappointed to face the reality. If given the chance he would stay awake and spend more time with you. 

You nodded, knowing very well that if you didn’t sleep in ten minutes, you would probably miss out on your internship interview. Heeseung got up, picking up his leather jacket from the floor and putting it on. You followed him to the door, saying your goodbyes. It felt kind of awkward that he suddenly decided to leave after kissing you and making you crave for more. 

‘’Are you sure you can drive? You know, from all the wine- You’re free to stay over.’’

‘’I’m sobered up, don't worry and if I stay I don’t think I’ll be able to stop myself from touching you and it might lead to you not getting enough sleep so...’’ He said, making you get goosebumps. ‘’Will I see you again?’’ Heeseung asked with hope in his voice as he leaned against your doorframe on his way out. 

‘’If you want to.’’ The corner of your mouth turned upwards, forming a small smile. 

‘’Can I kiss you? Again?’’ 

Without saying anything, you took a step closer to his figure. As soon as he got the clue, he put a hand behind your neck and the other one on your cheek, pulling you close to his face so he could crash his lips on yours. You let out a relieved moan, holding onto his waist as you kissed for the last time that day. The kiss was more passionate than the previous one. The first kiss was needy, leaving you wanting more but this one was sensual, making you want to touch every part of his body just before he faded away. 

When he pulled away, you were left breathless. It was slightly awkward after it too. Who would kiss like that and then leave afterwards. If you didn’t say goodbye and closed your door, you were sure that he would have been determined to stay. 

You got under your soft covers as you watched the sun rise, turning the color of the sky orange. For the first time after a long time, you fell to the dreamland, expecting what the next day would bring to you.

You had never felt more stupid in your whole life. It was only the next day, when you left your internship interview, that you realized you hadn’t given Heeseung your number and there was no way that he could contact you. Maybe it was just a one time thing and he didn’t even think about asking for your number. Maybe he was a big player that you never knew of. Maybe he only asked you out and agreed to come back to your house because he wanted Sunghoon to get angry. These were the thoughts on your mind at 10am on a Tuesday morning as you waited for your morning lecture to end. 

You could see Sunghoon’s eyes on you as you tried to focus on what the professor was talking about. It had been days since the incident and you still hadn’t talked to him. He tried calling you and texting you but you left everything unanswered. You knew, the second the lecture ended, he would be running to you and it did happen exactly like that. 

‘’So you’re going to give me the cold shoulder?’’ Sunghoon appeared next to you just when you were putting your laptop in your bag, getting ready to leave the classroom. ‘’And what was that you pulled with Heeseung? I can understand you being angry at me but leaving with that son of a bitch wasn’t-’’

‘‘Wasn’t’ what Sunghoon? So you’re free to fuck around with other girls but I’m not allowed to go around hanging out with others? We don’t own each other and I’m so tired going back to you whenever you put me down and make me feel like I’m worth nothing.’’ You let out a sigh, getting up from your seat. You ignored Sunghoon talking as you walked outside of the building, him following you right behind. 

‘’This is it? You’re throwing me away for someone who you met just a couple of days ago? Y/N, Heeseung is not the person you think he is.’’

‘’Funny for you to say that since you were not the person I think you were when we first met.’’ You pointed out, shaking your shoulders. 

‘’Y/N, stop attacking me and listen to me for once-’’

‘’You know what, Sunghoon? I won’t because everytime this happens and you talk to me using your sweet tongue, I act like nothing happened between us and go back to you but this time I won’t. I can’t keep letting you manipulate me to stay with you. You are using my feelings against myself, don’t you know I can’t see that? I keep letting you get away because I love you - or loved. That’s why I need to end whatever this is. I want you to leave me alone.’’ You sounded defeated but it felt good letting everything out. 

Sunghoon stood there, not a single word leaving past his lips. You knew you weren’t going to get an answer for him since it was the first time you stood up for yourself and it was something new to Sunghoon. 

You had no idea when and how everything went downhill for Sunghoon and you. He was clear about not wanting a relationship when you started sleeping with him. It was his fault that he led you on but you were foolish enough to fall for his every move. 

Sunghoon glanced at somewhere else, escaping from your burning gaze but at the end, he turned to face you. 

‘’You want me to leave you alone? I will.’’ Sunghoon acknowledged, nodding, his head down. ‘’Let us have some separate time until we figure out our feelings for each other.’’ With that he left. 

You were on the edge of crying, not because you were sad but you were angry. You needed to calm down and the best place for that was the back of the faculty, an empty garden space for you to lay down and think. 

You put your headphones on and closed your eyes as you laid down on the floor, under the burning sun. Your healing time didn’t last long because somebody was blocking the sunlight by standing right on top of you. You opened a single eye, putting your hand on your forehead. 

‘’You know princess, it was really hard to find you.’’ Heeseung said, smiling down at you. ‘’Can I lay down next to you?’’ 

‘’Go ahead.’’ You replied, scooting slightly to make some room for him. 

‘’Something clouding your mind?’’ He turned around to lay on his side to look at you. 

You hummed, copying his position. ‘’Not something important.’’

You were too mesmerized by his beauty. He looked ethereal when moonlight hit his skin but Heeseung under the sunlight was something else. His honey skin was glowing, making you want to kiss every inch. Unlike the other time when he had his hair styled, his hair was messy, his fringe covering his forehead. He looked softer with this style, you preferred it more than his bad boy look. 

‘’And I’ve been thinking about how ridiculous I was to forget not asking for your number.’’ He looked at you with sorry eyes, making you chuckle. ‘’So I decided to drop by your faculty to see if you were here and lucky for me, I found my gem.’’ His words made heat rise up to your cheeks. Along with the heat of the sun, you felt like burning. 

‘’I’ll make sure to give it to you this time.’’

‘’Do you want to go to karaoke tonight?’’ Heeseung asked out of the blue, making you raise your eyebrows in surprise. 

‘’Are you asking me on a date?’’

‘’Yeah, I am actually. I didn’t like how our first date ended and I want to make it up to you.’’

‘’So you want to fuck me at the end of the night?’’ You questioned boldly. You didn’t know where this courage came from. You were always reckless but only with Sunghoon and now you were telling whatever came to your mind to this boy who you met just a couple of days ago. You weren’t even aware of your feelings towards Heeseung but there you were, asking him if he wanted to fuck you properly. 

Heeseung only smirked at your question. He had an amused look on his face. ‘’So eager, are we?’’ He leaned in, his lips only millimeters away from yours. ‘’Don’t worry sweetheart, I’ll fuck you so good when the time comes. It will be worth the wait.’’ 

Heeseung didn’t fuck you that night, he fucking you exactly two weeks later on a Tuesday afternoon and to tell the truth, it was worth the wait indeed.

 He had invited you to his house to hang out. He told you he planned on working on his motorcycle with the parts the two of you picked up the other day. One thing you didn’t know about Heeseung was that he was filthy rich. His house was a bit far away from the campus but it didn’t take you longer than twenty minutes to get there by car. The house was owned by his parents but given to Heeseung to live in because it was the closest property they had to the campus. Since the house was way too big, he thought it would be a good idea to have roommates to keep him company. His roommates were two boys going to the same university as both of you. Beomgyu was the same age as Heeseung while Yeonjun was a senior. You met both when Heeseung invited you over to watch a movie the other week. You were also surprised when the boys told you that both of them were at the race where you and Heeseung met. Beomgyu kept making fun of how Heeseung left them without saying anything to follow you. 

You watched as Heeseung continued to work on his bike. Both of you were in the garage. You sat on a stool, crossing your legs as you watched Heeseung work diligently. He was wearing a baggy white tee and jeans. The material of his t-shirt was thin, you could easily see the outlines of his abs underneath. It also showed his collarbones, making you think how beautiful they would look with a few purple hickies on them. Heeseung was already sweating from the heat. He had been working on the bike for more than an hour now without any breaks. 

‘’Hee, you should take a break. Do you want me to bring you some lemonade?’’ You asked with the sweetest voice, making him turn around. He was still kneeling in front of his bike so when he turned around the first thing he came face to face with was your bare legs. Ah yes, you wore the shortest floral dress you could find in your closet, just to tease him. You wanted something more than hot make out sessions and dry humping each other like horny teenagers.

You liked Heeseung. Two weeks were enough for you to realize your feelings for the biker. You knew Heeseung was getting impatient too. Being left alone with a boner in his pants every single time after you grinded against his cock was getting frustrating for him. He once did come in his pants but you promised him not to talk about it. To summarize, you both wanted each other so bad but somehow it never happened. You were hoping to change that today.

‘’I think I want something sweeter.’’ Heeseung announced, getting up and walking towards you. You got up from your seat before he could make the first move, putting your hands behind his neck to bring him closer and kissed him. He let out a needy moan when you slipped your tongue inside his mouth, sucking on his tongue. His hands found their way under your dress, lifting the material up just to give your ass a squeeze. You had never kissed someone this messily before. A kiss filled with need and lust. And again, never in your life, you craved somebody more than Heeseung. 

Heeseung himself was enough for you to get your panties soaking. The way his hands were groping and massaging your ass brought the worst in you. You wanted him to touch you everywhere. You didn’t want him to leave any skin untouched. You let out a whine into the kiss when his hands left your ass. Soon after, your whine was replaced by an erotic moan when you felt him teasing you over your lacy underwear. 

‘’You’re so fucking wet, all because of me I hope.’’ He mumbled against your lips before pulling down your underwear harshly, maybe even ripping it but you didn’t care. You wanted to feel his fingers inside your wet cunt but before that you wanted to pleasure him. 

You backed him away until he was leaning against his motorcycle, palming him through his jeans as you continued making out. His breath hitched in his throat when you dropped on your knees in front of him, unbuckling his belt. 

‘’Y/N-’’

‘’You have no idea how many times I wanted to suck your cock dry.’’ You confessed, unzipping his pants and pulling them down with his boxer briefs. You gulped nervously when his cock sprang free, making you lick your lips. You wrapped your hand around his hard cock, giving it a few pumps. ‘’You’re so big, Hee. How are you going to fit inside my pussy?’’ 

You looked up to him through your eyelashes innocently, making his dick twitch. He cupped your cheek with one hand and caressed your skin gently. Looking at you with lust filled eyes, he threw you a smirk. ‘’Don’t worry pretty. I’ll make sure to stretch you out good before I fuck you.’’ His hand left your cheek and went to your hair, tangling his fingers in it, his other hand was on the seat of his motorcycle for support. ‘’Now be a good girl and suck daddy’s cock well.’’ 

You didn’t need to be told twice before spitting on his cock and slowly taking his red tip between your lips. Not to mention, you were wearing Heeseung’s favorite lip gloss today. So for Heeseung, you looked ten times prettier with your sparkly lips wrapped around his cock. Putting your hands on his bare thighs, you tried to take the rest of his cock in your mouth but again, even with your non-existent gag reflex, you couldn’t take him all the way in. You decided it would be for the best if you jerked off the rest of his dick that you couldn’t put inside. Lapping your tongue, you tried to collect as much saliva as possible so it would be easier to give him head. When you got used to his size, you started bobbing your head up and down. 

First you started sucking on his red tip, swirling your tongue around it. His cock was already hard but you wanted to get him even more turned on. Heeseung didn’t hold back on being vocal. He was already panting heavily and letting out whimpers. He wanted to let you know that you were making him feel good. Heeseung liked to be teased but if you tried too hard, he would show you who was the boss in the situation the two of you were in right now. 

Heeseung threw his head back and closed his eyes for a second. He wasn’t a person who liked to sleep around, it had been a while since he got head and had sex in general. Your mouth was like heaven to him. His nails dug into the leather seat of his motorcycle and his hold on your hair got tighter. It was a signal for you to get done with your teasing because Heeseung’s dick was already throbbing and begging for more. Having fun with teasing the boy in front of you, you had no idea what he was capable of, what he was actually hiding behind that mask of his. 

‘’Fuck.’’ Heeseung moaned, grabbing the back of your head as he jerked his hips, burying his cock in your throat. Curse words left his lips when the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat, making you gag. Well, there goes your non-existing gag reflex, it seemed like only people who knew what they were doing were able to make you gag or it was just because of Heeseung’s big cock. ‘’I told you to suck me off properly, didn’t I princess?’’ He clicked his tongue, getting a bit pissed. ‘’Are you going to listen to daddy now or do you want me to teach you a lesson?’’

His cock was too deep in your throat as Heeseung made you take all of his cock in your mouth. Your nose brushed against his abdomen as tears filled your eyes. You hummed in response, making him throw his head back in pleasure once again for a mere second. Heeseung wiped away your tears with his thumb. When you relaxed again, you started moving your head up and down again, sucking his cock like the good girl he told you to be. 

‘’Just like that baby. It wasn’t hard, was it?’’ He smirked, untangling his fingers from your hair to caress it gently. ‘’You’re doing so good.’’ 

The only sounds in the room was Heeseung’s panting and the wet sound of you sucking his dick. Looking down at you, he watched how you took his cock into your mouth and moved your head. Heeseung could see the faint lipstick stain on his dick. He didn’t know why but it got him even more worked up. He felt his dick twitch once again, signaling that he was getting close. 

‘’’Im close baby. Will you let daddy fuck your mouth and come inside your pretty mouth?’’ Heeseung asked when you pulled away from his cock, wiping off the saliva on your face with your free hand as the other one continued to jerk him off. 

‘’Yes, daddy.’’ You breathed out before Heeseung lined up his cock between your lips again. 

‘’Let me know if it becomes too much for you. Alright, sweetheart?’’ Heeseung said before pushing his cock back in your mouth. 

He started thrusting in your mouth, letting out another needy moan. He found a steady pace soon and it didn’t take him long to come in your mouth after you massaged his balls. With a few touches, he reached his orgasm, spilling his white seed in your throat. 

‘’C’mon pretty. Let me see you swallow it all.’’ Heeseung breathed heavily after he pulled away from your mouth, still leaning against his bike. You looked directly in his eyes and swallowed his cum, making him bite down on his bottom lip. The sight in front of him was enough to get hard in seconds again. 

Heeseung helped you up, holding you by the waist as he kissed you again, tasting his cum on your tongue. Too lost in his lips, you yelped when he suddenly changed your positions, bending you over his precious motorcycle as he got behind you. 

‘’Wearing this dress on purpose, putting on the lip gloss I like the most…’’ He pulled you towards his body again, lifting you up from the motorcycle. Wrapping an arm around your waist, he hid his face in the crook on your neck, inhaling your scent. ‘’Hmm, also you wore my favorite perfume on you.’’ He added, before bending you over once again and lifting up your skirt to reveal your wet pussy to his eyes. 

‘’So cock hungry. If you wanted me to fuck you earlier, you could have just asked, beautiful.’’ He snickered quietly, his hand caressing your ass before dipping down between your folds. He could easily slip two fingers inside, making you moan from the sudden stretch. ‘’Too bold to ask if i was going to fuck you two weeks ago but not a single word is coming out from your pretty mouth when I’m about to fuck you.’’

‘’Please… Need your cock.’’ You whined as Heeseung continued to pump his fingers. 

‘’Hmm, come again princess?’’

‘’Need your cock daddy. Please fuck me.’’ You begged, holding tightly on the seat, expecting his next move. 

Heeseung pulled his fingers out of you, making you hiss at the sudden emptiness. ‘’Ready for my cock, sweetheart?’’ He whispered in your ear, his hot breath fanning on your skin. He brought your hands behind your back, holding them in place. Sadly, with your hands restrained

Before you could reply, you felt the tip of his cock rub against your folds, spreading your wetness. You squealed when he pushed the tip inside, biting the inside of your cheek. Heeseung could see how tense you had gotten, that was why he was trying to be as gentle as possible with you. With one hand holding your wrists and the other hand on your waist, he eased himself in you fully, giving you time to adjust to his size. 

‘’Told you I’d stretch you good, princess.’’ He breathed out, his grip on your waist tightening. He was holding himself back not to move. The feeling of your wet walls wrapped around him felt like he was on cloud nine. 

‘’Please move... daddy.’’ You said, trying to fuck yourself on his cock. 

‘’What my princess wants, she gets.’’ 

Heeseung started to move his hips at a slow pace at first, fastening his pace as you got more comfortable. Loud moans and needy whimpers echoed in the garage. Heeseung’s cock was so big that you could feel him in your tummy. You had never felt this full in your life. To Heeseung, your pussy was made for him. Having sex with somebody had never felt this satisfying before. 

‘’Are you going to tell me how good I’m making you feel or do I have to fuck you harder?’’ Heeseung grunted, his thrusts getting deeper with each stroke. 

‘’Daddy’s big cock… makes me feel so good.’’ You said in between moans, clenching your walls around his dick. 

‘’Good girl, taking my cock so well.’’ Heeseung praised you, lifting you up again so you no longer were on the motorcycle. Your back was resting against Heeseung’s chest as he continued to fuck you senselessly. 

His lips found their way to your neck, leaving wet kisses all over your skin. You tried not to be so loud since Heeseung’s roommates could walk in any second but you couldn’t help yourself. The boy was making you feel so good, it was hard to hold it back. Plus, Heeseung wouldn’t have enjoyed you staying quiet while he fucked your brains out. 

‘’More daddy!’’ You urged him, wanting to feel more of him. ‘’Want you to go deeper.’’ 

With a quick movement, Heeseung changed positions again. Now your back was leaning against the motorcycle. You were face to face with Heeseung and finally you could kiss his pretty lips again. Entering you again, Heeseung held onto your waist as you grabbed his biceps, your nails leaving red marks along his muscles. 

‘’Pussy so fucking tight, feels heavenly.’’ He murmurs next to your ear, sucking on your earlobe. 

His dick kept hitting the right spots inside, making a moaning mess out of you. You held onto Heeseung tighter for support. If he didn’t hold you, you were sure that you wouldn’t be able to stand straight. Your legs were trembling from the extreme pleasure he was giving to you. 

You knew you were not going to last much longer. With Heeseung’s cock hitting your g-spot every time, the familiar feeling started to build up inside your tummy. Heeseung let out a whine every single time your pussy clenched around his dick, his voice getting higher. 

‘’You close, beautiful?’’ Heeseung whispered in your ear, placing a kiss on your neck. You hummed in response, holding on his shoulders now. ‘’Are you gonna let daddy cum in you, hm?’’ 

‘’Yes daddy.’’

‘’That’s my girl. All mine.’’ He mutters against the skin of your neck. One of his hands slipped past your bodies to give attention to your clit, rubbing on the sensitive nub. 

‘’I’m gonna cum-’’ You moaned, closing your eyes tightly. You couldn’t keep them open anymore. 

‘’Look at me when you come, baby. I want to see your pretty eyes.’’ Heeseung insisted, knowing that once he stared into your dazzling eyes, he wouldn’t be able to hold it any longer. 

You opened your eyes slightly, only to meet his chocolate brown eyes. ‘’So beautiful.’’ Heeseung murmured before thrusting a few more times and releasing inside you, followed by you right behind. 

With your arms wrapped around Heeseung’s body, he rested his forehead against your shoulder, trying to catch his breath. His orgasm was so intense, he felt like he was going to black out for a minute from the bliss. 

After he pulled out and cleaned you up, he pulled you in a tight hug, suddenly becoming touchy. The man who fucked you five minutes ago and the man holding you in his arms right now were like two different people. 

‘’If it wasn’t obvious before, I like you.’’ Heeseung mumbled, his arms wrapped around your body. He felt like a high schooler again, confessing to his crush for the first time. ‘’This sounds so awkward.’’

You chuckled at his words, wrapping your arms around his thin waist. ‘’I can’t believe you turned all shy after bending me over your motorcycle and having your way with me. You are unbelievable Lee Heeseung.’’ You shook your head, giggling at his antics. ‘’But that’s one of the many reasons I like you.’’ 

Heeseung finally lifted his head, a genuine smile on his face. ‘’Be mine?’’

‘’I’ve been yours since the day I met you.’’

Ever since you and Heeseung became official, you went to every race he participated in. Heeseung was reckless, doing dangerous stuff here and there. You would be lying if you didn’t like this side of him but sometimes it got you worried. Now you were standing far away from the race track with Beomgyu and Yeonjun, waiting for Heeseung to come back. You didn’t have to watch the whole race to find out that Heeseung won again. It was very obvious from people yelling his name. 

‘’There’s my girl.’’ Heeseung said, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind and placing a chaste kiss on your cheek. 

‘’Hi champion.’’ You sang, turning your head to kiss him on the lips. ‘’Where’s your trophy?’’ 

‘’In my arms.’’ He leaned against your ear, holding you tight in his strong arms.

‘’That’s disgusting Heeseung. I hope you lose every single race from now on.’’ Beomgyu gagged, wanting to get out of there as soon as possible. 

‘’C’mon Gyu, let them be.’’ Yeonjun said, patting his younger friend’s shoulder as he dragged him away from both of you so you could have some alone time without Beomgyu nagging at everything Heeseung did. 

Heeseung turned you around to face him, still holding your body closer to yours. ‘’I missed you, pretty.’’ He said, putting a strand of hair behind your ear. 

‘’You saw me two days ago, Hee.’’ You rolled your eyes. 

‘’Two days are more than enough to miss you. I miss you whenever you’re not by my side.’’ He added, hugging you close. 

‘’Whipped.’’ You teased, placing a kiss on his neck. ‘’Is anybody else you know racing tonight?’’

‘’I think Sunghoon will.’’ Heeseung thought. ‘’You cold?’’ He asked when he saw you tremble a little. Heeseung took off his leather jacket, putting it over your shoulders. 

‘’I didn’t know Sunghoon knew how to ride a motorcycle.’’ You shrugged, hiding your face into Heeseung’s chests as he tried to warm you up. 

‘’There are more things you don’t know about Sunghoon.’’ Heeseung muttered quietly, probably to himself but he was loud enough for you to hear. Before you could say anything, some people came up, telling Heeseung there had been some problems with his payment so he had to go. He held your hand in his, ready to drag you with him but you told him that you’d find Beomyu and Yeonjun. Heeseung hated leaving you at the track like this. You insisted that he went and did whatever he needed to do. 

‘’Y/N.’’ You heard someone call out your name as you tried to find the other boys in the crowd. Thinking it was Beomgyu or Yeonjun searching for you, you turned around, facing the last person you wanted to see that night. 

‘’I thought you had a race.’’

‘’It’s scheduled for later.’’ The corner of Sunghoon’s lip curved into a small smile.

You hadn’t really talked to Sunghoon after you started dating Heeseung. Knowing that you didn’t have anything left to talk with him, you blocked his number on your phone and decided to move on. 

‘’You never replied to my texts.’’ He said, kicking a rock on the ground. 

‘’I blocked you Sunghoon.’’ 

‘’I know you did. It hurt, you know?’’ He hissed jokingly, making you roll your eyes. ‘’You know I love you right? It hurts seeing you with Heeseung.’’

‘’No Sunghoon, you don’t love me. You are not capable of loving somebody.’’ You fought back, the more he talked, the angrier you got. ‘’You only love the idea of me, of somebody who doesn’t leave your side no matter how shitty you treat them. You just want a pet for yourself and I’m sorry Sunghoon but I’m so done with your bullshit.’’ 

You stood in front of the silver haired boy, trembling, not because of the summer breeze but from all the pent up frustration caused by the man Park Sunghoon himself. Your lips were shaking as your heart started beating even faster than before. You tried so hard to hold back your tears and somehow you managed not to cry in front of him. You felt so small in front of Sunghoon, his presence crushed you. You would think after all these months, you’d forget about him and move on but in the back of your heart, you knew a piece was missing, a piece stolen by Sunghoon himself. Why did this feeling feel so familiar whenever you were alone with him… 

‘’Y/N, I’m-’’

‘’I think you should go Sunghoon.’’ Another person spoke, the recognizable scent of his cologne filling your senses. The hands you had grown to love placed on your waist in a protective manner. 

‘’Ah yes, I was wondering where you flew off to.’’ Sunghoon commented, making Heeseung let out a pitiful chuckle. ‘’How does it feel to be my rebound, Heeseung? It wouldn’t be the first time.’’ 

‘’Watch your mouth, Sunghoon.’’ Heeseung said between his teeth, his grip on you loosening. You looked at Heeseung’s face in confusion but he didn’t take a single second to reassure you, something that he usually did. You understood it there and then that whatever the thing between Heeseung and Sunghoon was, it was tattooed in their minds. Something they would never let go. 

‘’Ah, maybe that was your little plan all along. You know, Heeseung, people talk a lot, especially around here. You gotta be careful what you’re talking about, especially if you don’t want others to know.’’ Sunghoon tried to provoke the older boy, a proud smirk on his devilishly handsome face. Sunghoon knew his words were getting to Heeseung. He didn’t even feel the need to list every single reason, he just knew the boy like the back of his hand. 

What Sunghoon didn’t expect was Heeseung’s fist making contact with his nose. It seemed like even Sunghoon didn’t think that his old best friend would go that far by throwing him a punch while his girlfriend was standing just behind him. People around you gasped, their eyes on the two well-known boys. Sunghoon stumbled back with the impact of Heeseung’s powerful punch. 

‘’God, I wanted to do that for a long time.’’ Heeseung groaned, shaking the hand he hit Sunghoon with to ease the pain on his knuckles. 

Sunghoon was standing up properly but he wasn’t looking up. He brought a hand to his face to wipe the dripping blood, hissing when the back of his hand made contact with the bottom of his nose. Yeah, his nose was definitely broken. Heeseung thought that Sunghoon should be thankful that his nose was the only part of his body that got wounded. 

You got scared that Sunghoon would fight back as he took a step closer to Heeseung. You didn’t want to imagine what would have gone down if the other boys didn’t intervene on the spot. Jay and Jake ran to Sunghoon, checking if he was alright as Yeonjun and Beomgyu checked on both you and Heeseung. 

‘’You’re a fucking idiot Heeseung, look how scared she is because of you. You couldn’t have taken a second to think before you punched him, could you?’’ Yeonjun shook his head, annoyed at his friend. 

‘’Can you just take me and Heeseung to my place, Yeonjun? I don’t want to stay here for another second.’’ Your voice sounded harsh which made Heeseung look at you. He wasn’t used to you talking with such a serious tone which made his heart drop. 

Yeonjun nodded, leading the way to his car, telling Beomgyu to pick up Heeseung’s bike and go home with it. You followed Yeonjun, not giving a single glance at your boyfriend. Heeseung let out a defeated sigh before joining you and Yeonjun. 

You didn’t speak to Heeseung until you entered your apartment, telling him to go to the bathroom and wait for you there as you brought out some ice from the freezer. When you entered the bathroom, he was leaning against the sink, looking down at his feet. 

‘’You’re mad at me.’’ Heeseung was the first one to break the silence as you cleaned the wounds on his knuckles. You didn’t reply, just kept treating his wounds. You finally looked up to him when you put some ice on his hand to help with the swelling. 

‘’I’m not mad at you. I was just scared.’’ You sighed in relief, wrapping your arms around his torso and hiding your face in his chest. He kissed the top of your head longingly, caressing your back with his fingertips. ‘’Heeseung, what happened between you and Sunghoon?’’ You asked, finally having enough courage.

Heeseung knew he had no excuse to keep it hidden from you anymore. ‘’Around two years ago, Sunghoon was in a relationship with someone I had feelings for. They weren’t together for long, maybe lasted around two months. When they broke up, we started getting close and I ended up dating her. Sunghoon was okay with it since he told me their relationship wasn’t serious. Turns out, she had been cheating on me with Sunghoon. In the end, Sunghoon left her too and she moved away.’’ 

‘’I’m sorry-’’

‘’No don’t. It’s all good, I’m over it. I’m actually glad because everything that happened led me to you.’’ Heeseung licked his lips, looking down at you with his dark eyes. 

‘’You know I love you, right?’’

‘’And I love you, baby.’’ He murmured, placing a kiss on your nose. ‘’Does my baby want me to show her how much I love and cherish her?’’ He asked with his soft voice, his hands moving from your back to your ass. 

‘’Heeseung…’’ You whined, looking up to him from his chest. ‘’It’s late and I’m tired.’’ You closed your eyes as his lips found their place on your neck, sucking on your sweet spot. 

‘’C’mon baby, you know I’ll make you feel good. Take it as an apology for causing a scene and scaring you.’’ He mumbled seductively, his hand slipping under your shirt. Your skin burned under his touch. 

‘’I’ve never said no, just told you that I was tired.’’ You whimpered when he unhooked your bra under your shirt. 

‘’Don't worry, pretty. I will take care of you.’’ 

Heeseung’s lips never left yours unless it was necessary until he got both of you completely naked on your way to your bedroom. He pushed you gently on the bed and stood on the edge, admiring your perfect body. To Heeseung, you were just like an angel, perfect in every single way. He wanted to touch and kiss you everywhere, mark you so people would know that you were his and his only. Heeseung liked showing you off, he wanted everyone to know that he got the most amazing girl to himself. 

‘’Aphrodite got nothing on you, baby.’’ He murmured, kneeling on the floor, just at the edge of the bed. Holding on your hips, he pulled you closer to where he was. Pulling one of your legs over his shoulder, he started kissing your inner thighs. ‘’Prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.’’ He mumbled, sucking on the skin, possibly leaving a mark. 

You grabbed your newly washed white sheets under you in anticipation. Your breathing was getting heavier as Heeseung’s mouth got closer to your core. Looking down at him and watching his every move with interest, you gulped when he looked up to you with his doe eyes. 

‘’Want me here, sweetie?’’ He asked quietly, his fingers rubbing on your folds, spreading your wetness. He moved painfully slow, taking his time teasing you. 

‘’Yes, please.’’ You whimpered, your hips jerking at his every touch. You let out a moan when his thumb brushed against your clit, still not touching you properly. 

‘’What do you want? My fingers? My mouth? Tell me.’’ His eyes met yours again, expecting an answer. 

‘’Your tongue, please.’’ You breathed out, heat rising up to your cheeks whenever Heeseung glanced at you from between your legs. 

With your words, Heeseung’s tongue dove between your folds, finally tasting your sweet pussy. If given the chance, Heeseung would eat you out for hours. It was his favorite thing, seeing you squeal and cry in pleasure because of his tongue was something he could record and watch over and over again. 

Watching Heeseung get lost in your pussy was a scene worth watching. He looked so fucking sexy with his messy black hair, his hands on both of your thighs keeping your legs open, eating you out like a hungry man was definitely a sight to see. 

‘’Feels so g-good.’’ You muttered, letting go of the sheets to hold on to his hair. ‘’P-Please keep going.’’

You could feel Heeseung smirk before flicking your clit with his tongue, making you pull his hair a bit harshly from the sudden wave of pleasure. Heeseung groaned against your sensitive nub as he wrapped his lips around it, sending vibrations through your spine. With his fingers digging into your thighs, he pulled you even closer to his face, making you yelp. 

You were a moaning mess, arching your back and calling Heeseung’s name repeatedly. You tried to close your legs from the intense pleasure but you were no match to Heeseung’s strong arms keeping you down. 

‘’Hee- I w-want your fingers too.’’ Your voice trembled as you spoke. Who was Heeseung to not give you what you wanted?

He pushed in a finger between your folds, then added a second one easily. With his fingers moving in your wet cunt, your legs started to shake. He started to move his digits slowly, augmenting the pace as you got used to them. With his mouth still making wonders on your clit, you could swore that you saw stars when you closed your eyes from the sinful bliss you were receiving. 

When Heeseung found a pace that he knew you would enjoy, he stuck on it. You let out a cry when he curled his fingers, hitting your sweet spot. You didn’t give a single fuck if your neighbors heard you, Heeseung was making you feel amazing and you were going to let him know that he was doing a flawless job. With your walls sucking his digits in and clenching around them, you knew that you weren’t going to last long. 

‘’C-Close.’’ You managed to say, making Heeseung look at you through your eyelashes. The view in front of you was enough to help you reach your orgasm. 

‘’Pretty girl, will you come on my tongue?’’ You heard Heeseung say when he left your clit unattended as he took a breather. 

‘’Y-Yes.’’ You stammered, speaking getting harder as you got closer to your climax. 

‘’Then come pretty girl.’’ He curled his fingers again, putting pressure on that one spot before pulling them out, making you feel empty. He was quick to replace it with his tongue, licking your folds once again. You knew you were long gone when his thumb rubbed on your clit. Just a few strokes later, you were moaning Heeseung’s name, cumming on his tongue as you promised. Suddenly everything went black. You didn’t realize you were crying from pleasure until you felt Heeseung wiping them away, placing gentle kisses on your face. 

‘’You did so well for me baby. So sweet as always.’’ He praised you, his hand roaming your body, making you get goosebumps. ‘’Ready for my cock or do you want to wait?’’ 

You put a hand on his neck, bringing his face down on yours so you could kiss him. You could taste yourself on his tongue. Heeseung moaned into the kiss, getting a bit impatient. 

‘’Want your cock inside me.’’ You mumbled against his lips, earning yet another erotic moan from him. 

‘’How do you want it?’’ 

‘’Wanna look at your eyes when you fuck me.’’ 

Heeseung smirked before moving between your legs, urging you to wrap them around his torso as he lined his hard cock at your entrance, his tip teasing your folds. He leaned in on your body, holding himself up with his hands on either side of your figure. The chain you gifted him on your one month anniversary was dangling from his neck, making him look even sexier. 

‘’I love you, baby.’’ 

‘’I love you more, Hee.’’ 

Heeseung kissed your neck to distract you as he slowly pushed inside, knowing that you were extremely sensitive from your orgasm before, he tried to be as gentle as possible. You held onto his back for support as he eased himself in you, giving you time to adjust to his size when he was fully in. When you gave him the greenlight to start moving, he didn’t waste a single second. 

‘’So fucking tight. Do I not fuck you enough, princess?’’ He grunted next to your ear, biting down on his lip. ‘’Your pussy feels like paradise, I keep coming back for more.’’ 

Heeseung missed this, it felt like an eternity since the last time he fucked you properly. Of course, you messed around from time to time but it had been longer than he’d like to admit since the last time both of you were in such an intimate position. He missed the feeling of his dick stretching your walls as well as the warm feeling of your pussy wrapped around his hard cock. The sinful sounds you made every single time he moved his hips were like music to his ears, it was his favorite melody. 

‘’Love your big cock, daddy.’’ You moaned out, making Heeseung click his tongue.

‘’No daddy tonight princess. Just call me by my name.’’ He murmured, giving you a passionate kiss before changing his position so he could go a little bit deeper. 

Heeseung stood up straight, making you unwrap your legs from his torso. With one hand on your waist and the other one holding one of your legs over his shoulder, he had a good view of your body. The new position indeed allowed him to fuck you deeper. He continued to thrust in your cunt hard, making mewl. 

‘’Taking my cock so well. You’re doing so good, baby.’’ Heeseung threw his head back for a second, getting lost in his own pleasure. He wanted to play around with you a little so out of the blue, he thrusted in deeper than before, burying his cock in your wet cunt. You sobbed in pleasure when you felt the tip of his dick brush your g-spot, arching your back in pleasure. 

‘’You feel how deep I’m inside of you?’’ He teased you, still not moving his hips. ‘’I’m right here.’’ He said, putting his hand on your tummy and pressing on right where his dick was. 

You whimpered at his words as you could feel exactly how deep his cock was inside you. You jerked your hips without realizing, trying to fuck yourself on his cock since Heeseung didn’t plan on moving his hips anytime soon. Your body was begging for any kind of friction. 

‘’Want me to move again, pretty?’’ He asked, pressing on your tummy with more force, making your toes curl in pleasure. ‘’You’d like that, wouldn’t you?’’

‘’Fuck ye-’’ Heeseung didn’t even let you finish before he started snaping his hips again, dragging his cock against your walls. You let out a loud cry, wanting to touch your boyfriend but he was a bit far away from your liking. 

‘’Hee, I w-want to touch you.’’ You managed to say, holding your arms towards him. You thought he’d let go of your leg and go back to the position you were in before but no, Heeseung was full of surprises. Instead of letting your leg fall, he pulled your other leg over his shoulder too and leaned in to face you. 

‘’Feels better doesn’t it?’’ He asked, his nose brushing against yours. You gave him a small smile before bringing your lips on his, finally getting the kiss you were craving for. His arms were wrapped around your body as you held onto his back for support, leaving scratch marks all over his body. One thing Heeseung loved the most was the marks you gave him during sex, especially the scratch marks. He also enjoyed the slight pain that came with it. 

‘’My baby looks so beautiful with my cock filling her up. The prettiest.’’ Heeseung panted heavily, getting lost in your body. ‘’Pretty girl likes to get fucked hard and deep. So lucky that I’m the only one that could see you in such state.’’ 

‘’God- Heeseung, please don’t stop.’’ You begged, not sure if you would be able to keep up with him any longer. 

‘’Pretty girl also loves it when I fill her up her cunt with my cum, doesn’t she? Answer me beautiful.’’

‘’Hmm, love it when you come in my pussy Hee.’’ You hummed, finally managing to form a proper sentence for the first time that night. 

‘’Yeah? I’ll make sure to give you every single drop of my cum princess. I’ll make sure not a single drop would go to waste- Fuck.’’ Heeseung whined when your walls clenched around his dick, making his cock twitch. At this rate, Heeseung was not going to last long. 

‘’Gonna cum-’’ You mumbled, moving your hands to Heeseung’s face so you could get his fringe out of his eyes. Ah there they were, the eyes that held galaxies in them. ‘’Beautiful.’’ You muttered at the sight of his eyes meeting yours, making Heeseung blush. If his face wasn’t red from fucking you, it would have been because of you simple yet impactful compliment. 

It took no more than a few thrusts for you to reach your orgasm, closing your eyes as you got lost in pleasure. With your pussy clenching around his dick, Heeseung knew he was not far behind. Heeseung continued to fuck you after your orgasm, making you cry from overstimulation. 

‘’Just there baby, hang on a little bit longer.’’ 

‘’Hee- It’s too much.’’ You sobbed as Heeseung kissed your jawline, trying to help you relax. 

‘’You’re doing so good, so so good for me. You’re mine, alright?’’ 

‘’Yours.’’ You whimpered, holding him even tighter than before if that was possible. 

‘’Mine.’’ 

With that, Heeseung released inside your pussy with a loud moan. Resting his forehead against yours, his arms trembled from not having enough energy to hold himself on top of you. His body collapsed on yours, arms wrapped around your body securely while his dick was still inside you. When he had enough strength again, he pulled out and got up to bring a towel to clean you. 

‘’Wanna take a shower?’’ Heeseung offered, looking at your worn out figure. 

‘’We’ll take one tomorrow morning. Now I just want to hold you.’’ You said sleepily. He put his boxer briefs on and handed you clean panties before he lay down on the bed next to you. Heeseung pulled you on his bare chest. You laid your head on him, his arms enveloping your exhausted body as he played with your hair. Your fingers traced lines on his muscular chest, leaving kisses on his skin here and there. 

‘’Y/N, I just want you to know that I’m in love with you, okay? Just keep that in mind.’’ Heeseung whispered as he watched you trying not to fall asleep. 

‘’I’m in love with you too, Heeseung. So much.’’ Those were your last words before sleep took over you. Heeseung watched you, smiling to himself before kissing your temple. No matter how tired Heeseung was, he knew he wouldn’t be able to sleep properly that night. 

Guilt creeped up on him. 

He was supposed to tell you the whole truth before Sunghoon did.

He lied to your face and then proceeded to make love to you. 

Heeseung’s feelings for you were genuine, he was so in love with you but the reason why courted you was not because he was truly interested in you. Hell, he didn’t even have romantic feelings for you even after you started dating. Yeah he was attracted to you in a way but his feelings towards you were definitely not romantic. 

Heeseung only wanted to hurt Sunghoon and get the most important thing, or person in this scenario, from him - you. 

Heeseung knew Sunghoon wasn’t the type to hang out with the same girl for more than three months. He was shocked to hear that you had been with him for almost a year so he came to the conclusion that you were somebody important to him. 

Heeseung followed you that night not because he thought you were pretty and wanted to get to know you but because he knew you were Sunghoon’s girl. He knew about your fight with Sunghoon, that was the reason why he decided to proceed that night. Just like a predator watching his prey, Heeseung watched your every interaction with Sunghoon. Even that day at the university, he saw you and Sunghoon fight. He also knew that Sunghoon had spotted him since their eyes met from a distance. 

One thing Heeseung didn’t foresee was you. Never in a million years, he’d thought he would fall in love this hard. He was fucking whipped for you. This boy cherished the ground you walked on. 

So he hid the truth from you, for your own good. Only god knew how you would react when you found out about his true intentions and the reason why the two of you got together. 

And again, for your own good and his selfishness, he decided to keep it a secret from you as long as he could. 

Until then he was going to enjoy his time with you and possibly, fall in love with you even more.

[angrelysimpping]

October Prompts Day 13: Black Cat

GN Cat!Bailey (they/them); GN Reader (you/your); mentioned Robin (she/her); goofs n fluff :3

Words: 309

“Pspspsps, look over here Kitty!” You wave the cat toy above Robin’s head, your best friend kneeling nervously in the missing caretaker’s office, holding the cheap disposable camera you’d begged her to use to snap a few pictures of the precious black cat you adored so much.

“We shouldn’t be in here,” she mumbles, eyes flicking over the desk, the cup of coffee with dried remains in the base, the half-filled-out papers. “Bailey could be back at any min-”

“Bailey’s been missing for a week and a half,” you cut her off, jangling the cat toy harder, almost thwapping her in the head with it in your attempts to get the stray you’d taken in to look at you. “If the fucker comes back to us doing a photo shoot in their office, I’ll distract them and you take Kitty and run, yeah?”

“Kitty doesn’t like when I touch them, I don’t think they’d let me pick them up.”

“What’d ya mean? Kitty is the sweetest lil’ pussy cat around!”

The cat in question yowls loudly from on top of the caretaker’s desk, golden eyes narrowing as if they understood and took offense to your words. 

You ignore the way the cat glares at you, reaching over Robin’s read to scratch them between the ears, “Isn’t that right, Kitty? Aren’t you the sweetest? The most handsome of kitties? The most beautiful of cats?”

The cat continues to glare at you, but they don’t dodge your hand, a near-quiet purr starting to rumble in their chest.  

“Yes! That’s right! You are the best kitty in the land!”

Kitty meows loudly, making you laugh at how it sounds like they’re agreeing with you. 

There’s a soft click of the camera going off, immortalizing the moment of your sweet pet stretching out, butting their head into your hand, and demanding more pets.

[voidcat]

i didnt stay up late til 2-3am last night for yall to ignore my new daichi work:-)

[glitchstoxicwaste]

Could u do some Brahms and billy lenz fluff hcs?

Hell yeah!!

Slashers | Brahms Heelshire | Billy Lenz

Fluff Headcanons!

TW: FLUFF

Continue under the cut!

Brahms Heelshire!

Cuddly little shit!

He will flop all his weight onto you and crush you under his large, hairy, sweaty body as a HINT that he wants cuddles!

Prefers to be the big spoon, makes him feel manly and like he is your protector.

Please play with his hair, he will melt.

He loves to play with yours too.

He has days where he’s tempted to throw out the chore list so you two can cuddle all day.

So he throws it away.

He has actually hidden the doll you were originally supposed to care for, focus on him, not porcelain.

Gets comfortable enough to keep his mask off around you.

Tickle wars!!

Y/N! Let’s play Hide And Seek! Wait… what do you mean the inside of the walls are off limits…?

Bathes with you, and LOVES to wash your body for you if you let him.

Gets flustered when you wash him.

Whenever you’re doing your chores he will come up behind you, grab you quickly, and scurry away so he can show you something while smiling.

He is a fucking cat I shit you not.

Tried to make you cookies once, that was a horrific experience for you both.

Movie time? You’re wearing his cardigan, he forces you to wear it.

Either that OR he pulls you close and wraps his cardigan around you while he is wearing it still so now you’re both wearing it.

Nuzzles his face on the top of your head or the crook of your neck.

When he wakes up in the morning, if you’re asleep, he will lay there and admire your face while playing with your hair.

He is so fucking soft for you!!!!

Billy Lenz!

When he gets excited over something he will rush to you, pick you up bridal style, and carry you over to it while giggling.

One time it was to show you a stick he found in the shape of a penis.

He thought it was funny.

Makes the BEST hot coco EVER! With that he takes a bit of whipped cream and plops it on your nose.

Do the same to him and he will try to lick it off.

Likes being big spoon to make you cold with his toes and fingers, little bitch…

Gets giddy and excited when little spoon, he feels so safe in your arms.

Y/N: “Claude, c’mere kitty kitty kitty, Pspspspsps”

Billy, bursts through the damn door like the gremlin he fucking is: “W-who went pspspsps?!”

No I am not sorry for that

Covers your face in saliva filled kisses.

Plops his sweater on you, you are fucking swimming in the shit.

Hides behind the counter when you’re in the kitchen, you can only see his finger tips, and his head is tiled back exposing the inside of his nose, lips puckered, while watching you do your thing.

Seeks you out when he has breakdowns, major delusions, heard a bad noise, or is ticking a lot.

Nibbles on you a lot to show affection.

Nibble him back and he will squeal.

Once you were going to the attic to grab something, you opened the door and his top half fell out limply and covered in blood… it was hours of him apologizing to you for pranking you with his “death”.

Feels safe enough to tell you about his life.

HE THINKS HE IS A LAP DOG, SKINNY BITCH YOUR ASS IS BONEY AND HURTS STAWP!!

Brushes your hair and styles it in the mornings for you, sure it looks bad and you have to fix it, but he was proud of himself, he deserves a kiss.

Speaking of kisses-

Kiss him randomly anywhere on his body for no particular reason but to show affection and his face will turn so many shades of pink it’s adorable.

[ghoul-bunny]

Ooop I just realized the spamoth concept won’t show in the tags since I posted it on that ask.

His fluff sparkles a little with static electricity so can cause static upon touching, you can still cuddle the fluff though! Just touch wood after!

But pspspsps come get y’alls juice and thank @hollowsart for bring spamoth to life

[koulia]

Heyy🐨 May I have any of the MHA/BNHA boys (and/or girls) a black!reader that just got her hair done and the colors match [character name] hero costume?

sorry if that was confusing😅

only if you're comfortable🤗

remember to drink water and eat daily🥰

𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐲

꩜ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ➮ cursing , kinda suggestive in izuku’s part [it’s just some lyrics dw]

꩜ 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 ➮ fluff!! bakugou , kirishima , izuku , denki x black!fem!reader [seperate]

꩜ 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 ➮ I LOVE THIS REQ SM i might make a pt 2 like 🤔 i love it pls !! blasian mina & mei appear too btw

꩜ 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 ➮ reader gets her hair done that matches the boys’ hero costumes

𝐊𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢 𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨𝐮

he would stare

we all know he isn’t the best with words

so all he can do is just stare at your hair

secretly loves it

thinks ur so pretty <33

After many excruciating hours, your hair stylist finally finished doing your box braids, adding cute little beads to the ends of them.

Bakugou was sitting outside the salon, in the car. You told him that your next hairstyle would be a surprise, thus not allowing him to come outside.

Once you payed the stylist, you texted Katsuki that she was done and you were coming out. He quickly snapped his head up to see your hair.. And there you were, orange box braids swinging with your movements, the green bomb-beads making a clicky sound as you walked to his car.

He muttered a small “damn”, it was like a broken tape, he replayed the scene in his head— until you broke him out of his trance, you knocked on the window, signifying him to unlock the door.

And that’s where the staring began, as soon as you sat down, his eyes were locked on you— eyes full of love and adoration, unlike his usual furious and hateful ones.

“I’m guessing you like it..?” You said, breaking the silence.

You watched Katsuki gently inspect a braid, calloused hands grazing over the bomb-shaped beads.

“I love it.” His eyes flickering up to yours, a pink tint brushing over the apples of his cheeks to the tips of his ears.

It was then that you knew that ever second of the pain was worth it, just so you could see Katsuki all soft like this.

𝐄𝐢𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨𝐮 𝐊𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚

this mf softy

he would be vocal about how pretty u are

he probably got y’all matching bonnets

he loves u a lot okay <//3

pspspsps kirishima cmere 🤲🏾

You had let Mina do your hair since you didn’t feel like paying extra for someone else to do it. She was heavy-handed, but you tried to not let it get to you.

Beforehand, she came up with the idea that you should match your hair with Kirishima’s hero costume as a little surprise for him.

He was on patrol, as he had to work an extra shift today, so he wouldn’t be able to see it immediately.

“Andddd done!!” Mina exclaims, handing you a handheld mirror.

“Woah..” You loved the charms she added to your red and black butterfly locs, “You think he’ll like it?”

“Pfttt, of course he will!! You look like a 5-course meal, bae. Now shoo shoo” She emphasized the last bit, swiping her hands at you.

“Thanks, Mi-Mi” You placed her money on the table. Gathering your belongings, you left.

Once you arrived home, you got a text from Eijiro saying that he was on his way home, perfect.

Before long, you heard his car pull into the driveway— you quickly made your way to the bathroom mirror, touching up your appearance until he comes in.

You heard the door click open, followed by your boyfriend’s voice,

“Y/N, I’m home!”

You walk out from the bathroom, beaming the same smile that led Eijiro to falling in love with you.

“How was work, Eiji?” You wrapped your arms around him, pressing yourself against his bear chest— courtesy of his hero attire.

He completely ignored your question, instead closing the door behind him and taking in your new appearance.

“Your hair..” He starts off.

You hum, “How do you like it, Red Riot?”

His face flushes almost as red as both of y’all’s hair, stuttering over his words. He adores all the pretty charms in your hair, but the one he loves the most is the one that says “RR”.

“It’s- no, You’re beautiful” He smiles, wrapping you into a hug once again.

𝐈𝐳𝐮𝐤𝐮 𝐌𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐲𝐚

blasian!izuku agagaga

he would admire you

like a puppy in love

he would wanna get his hair in a style bc have u seen his hair it’s 4c

Izuku had been patrolling longer all week, leaving up from the crack of dawn, coming back once the city was asleep.

As a cause of this, he hasn’t been able to see you often. The only alone time you get is whilst you sleep, although he would have to (reluctantly) get up in a few hours.

You wanted to surprise him with a new hairstyle for one of his many birthday presents from you, since it was coming up soon.

“Mei, are you almost finished yet?” You whined, reaching for the sections of hair yet to be braided.

“Baby if I was finished, you would know” She replies, popping your hand with the comb.

In the meantime, you turn on your Sunday R&B playlist on the speaker in you and Izuku’s shared home, humming along to the tunes.

“Girl what you know ‘bout Mary J Blige?” Mei jokes, hips swaying with the rhythm.

“What typa question.. You mean your momma didn’t blast her every Sunday morning?”

The two of you start laughing as the playlist shuffles through songs; occasionally singing along.

Before long, she’s finished, the two of you start cleaning up. The sun had set a few minutes ago, there was a orangish hue bleeding through the blinds— yet your fiancé wasn’t on his way home yet.

Once Mei left, you started on dinner, assuming that Izuku wouldn’t be home until later on tonight and that its a lovely time to have dinner together for the first time in a while.

You sang along to your playlist, the fact that it was 20 hours long saving you from a silent house.

“Honestly I’m tryna stay focused..” Hips swaying as you cooked the red beans and rice. You were so caught up in singing that you didn’t hear the front door open.

You finished up the greens, twirling like a child to their favorite song, your green passion braids moving with you.

“Better swing my way, I just need some dick, I just need some love..” you sang to yourself, until you saw Izuku; who was leaning on the couch, his lips were slightly parted as if he was in shock.

You quickly turned on your heel so you were facing the stove, cursing under your breath.

You heard his footsteps trail up behind you, wrapping his scarred arms around your waist, rocking with the beat, his dreads moving along with your braids. He played with one while you finished cooking.

“You..your hair is pretty” He said, taking off his gloves. He sat on the island chairs, a small blush forming on his tan cheeks.

You hum, turning off the stovetop. No matter how old you both got, he still got flustered at the thought of you.

You turn and face him, placing a quick kiss on his forehead.

He would give anything for these nights where the two of you could sit quietly together as the sky darkens.

𝐃𝐞𝐧𝐤𝐢 𝐊𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢

gosh

he would be IN LOOVVEVE

like

would not leave ur side

at all

«Baby can I come in now ☹️ I think I might cry» The text from Denki read, You sat in the hair salons chair, hoping that she was almost finished doing your hair.

«I think she’s almost done, you’ll be fine denki»

You replied, giggling a little at his dramatic message.

You wanted to change up your hair since you’ve been wearing it a certain for a while, but you had no ideas, so you asked Mina for some ideas.

“You should do something based on his hero costume, [Y/N]” Thinking back at what she told you a few weeks ago.

It was a good idea, and you wanted to see his reaction, so here you are, on the millionth hour of getting your hair done.

It felt like she kept making endless sections, but you were patient, knowing that this would eventually pay off.

After a while, she finally finished, handing you a small mirror.

It looked exactly what you asked for, black and silver goddess braids with gold highlights.

You payed her and gave her a tip before quickly walking out, excited to see your boyfriends face at your new hair.

“Sero, she’s not here ye-“ he stopped as he saw you walk out the front door, his jaw slack, “Uh dude I gotta go” he hung up the facetime and unlocked the car door.

“Hey, chargebolt”

“Woah” he whispered, reaching for one of the curly parts of your hair, wrapping it around his finger, a blush very evident on his face. He’s mesmerized, his hands keep messing around with the braids.

You both ended up sitting in the parking lot for an extra 20 minutes as he played with your hair, to your dismay as you were extremely hungry.

“My baby’s so pretty” He said to himself, pulling out the lot.

It truly was worth it.