#but no pressure babes this is all just for fun and many of u were tagged in another thing like an hour ago

[stvrniclo]

"i don't wanna go, babe," you say stubbornly. chris had been invited to a party, and he was begging you, his girlfriend, to accompany him. you just weren't a party person though. social events were your worst enemy. you much preferred staying at home tucked warmly under your blankets with your stuffed animals watching tv, scrolling through tiktok, reading, doing whatever, as long as it didn't require you to have any interactions with anyone. except maybe your parents and chris. but that was it.

"please, honey bear," chris was trying his best to coax you, but you firmly shook your head. "i'm sorry, chris, but parties aren't my thing.."

"so?" chris spoke. "you'll be with me. you don't need to talk to anyone if you don't want to. just hang out with me."

"i'd much rather we hang out at home, love," you say, shrugging your shoulders. "no pressure, though. you can still go, if you want. i won't mind it at all, trust me."

"c'mon, you're no fun," chris says glumly.

"why, thank you, that makes me feel so much better!" you exclaim indignantly. "you're being really mean, y'know."

chris looks up at you guiltily, nervously running a hand through his hair. "sorry, ma, i didn't mean it."

"it's okay. i'm sorry, too. but i'm just tired and parties are really draining.." you trail off. chris places his hand over yours softly. "let's do something at home then, just the two of us, m'kay lovebug?" he says.

"okay," you reply. he sits down on his bed next to you, wrapping his arms around you and bringing you closer as he places soft, warm kisses on your forehead and the top of your head. "what do you wanna do?" he asks.

"mm.. i dunno, anything," you say. yours eyes light up for a moment. "chrissy, can i put on one of your hoodies first? please?"

"okay," he nods his head, smiling softly at you in adoration. you make your way to his closet, open it, and rummage through the hundreds of hoodies that your boyfriend owns. well, maybe not hundreds. but lots of them. "ugh, i can't pick! there's too many."

"want me to help?" chris enters behind you and picks out a soft grey one for you to put on. as you put it on over your pink and white striped pyjamas you can't help but let out a little squeal at how warm it is. god, it even smells like chris, a subtle mix of sage and honeysuckle.

"you look cute, ma," chris grins playfully. "shame i'll have to take that off later."

"chris!" you say, feigning a disapproving tone, as a soft giggle slips past your lips.

"i'm just sayin' my truth, princess," he shrugs and puts his hands up as if in an attempt to surrender.

"you're so cute, baby," you say while you look adoringly up at him as the two of you stand amidst all of his clothes and things.

"i know," chris says earnestly. he adds, "not as cute as you, though." he boops your nose softly and lovingly kisses the top of your head, his warm hands wrapped around your waist.

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thank u soso much for reading !! js a lil blurb for my favie ˚ ₊˚ˑ༄ؘ live laugh love christopher owen sturniolo <3

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[kennedyslvr]

Hey bby!! Could u do smut but its vendetta leon x a goth reader??? I mean like, romantic goth?? I was thinking him n the reader experimenting with new kinks??? Idk

warnings: nsfw, m.reader, age gap!!! (leon is late 30s reader is early 20s), choking, pain play, mean leon :(, daddy/master/sir kink, marking and bruising, aftercare!!

word count: 1079

note: this was so sweet to write ty anon!!

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“leon, can we talk for a second?” leon placed his beer bottle down before turning away from his computer to face you, he gave you a gentle smile before beckoning you to his lap. you happily sat on his lap, he noticed that you were holding his journal. ah shit. “don’t get mad but…i read through your journal and…do you really wanna try that impact stuff with me?” he stared at you blankly before letting out an airy laugh, “let an old man have his fantasies, geez kid.” you felt his leg start to bounce making you giggle, it’s not like you weren’t flattered at the long paragraphs written about all the different ways he wanted to hurt sexually you. “tell you what mr. kennedy, i’ll let you try out the whole impact play shit you’ve written about me. that’d be pretty fun hm?” leon instantly perked up at your words, he was instantly intrigued. “babe…have you read it? i feel like you should-“ “i’m a grown man, i know what i want. and what i want is you, leon.” time for prepping!

you and leon went through everything you needed to before starting, safewords, nonverbal cues, what to do and not to do. he was very cautious since he could easily get caught up in what he was doing, he just wanted to keep you safe. “again, baby, if you want to change your mind now you can, i promise i won’t be mad.” you placed your hand on his cheek before peppering his face in your black lipstick, “it’s okay leon, i promise. i know what to do if it ever gets too much.”

IMPACT PLAY + DEGRADATION

‘i want to hurt him, i know it sounds bad but the thought of hurting him and leaving bruises on him makes my cock throb. i want to see him cry from all the pain and the names i call him. i want to see him bruised up and wanting for me, i couldn’t possibly tell him this though. he would definitely think i’m a fucking creep.’

smack.

you let out a pained cry as his hand came in contact with your soft cheeks again, you couldn’t focus on anything but the pain he gave you. your face was burning and your thighs were scarred and bruised, everything hurts on your body but it feels so good. “how many?” what? how many? “h-huh?” you looked up at him confused, what the hell did he mean how many? “how many times have you been hit today, hm?” you we’re trying to remember, you were trying your very best. you couldn’t focus with him staring daggers into you, you squirmed in discomfort. “…i-i don’t know…” leon looked annoyed and frustrated, you looked down ashamed with yourself. “i-i’m sorry! i’ll try to remember-“

smack.

you fell over holding onto your cheek, he continued to hit the back of your thighs and ass with a riding crop. you tried to crawl away from him, only to feel his hand push the back of your neck down, effectively locking you down. he placed his knee on your lower back and applied only a little bit of pressure, you wiggled under his weight. “don’t try to run away, slut. you wanted this, and i’m going to give it to you.” you whimpered at the harshness of his voice, he yanked you on your back to see your face covered in tears. he smiled at his hand work, his eyes trailed down to your hardened cock that was wet with your precum. “aw look at your pathetic cock, want me to touch it? want me to make you feel good?” you nodded frantically, raising your hips to feel any type of friction on your sensitive cock. “pl-please i’ll be go-good. i’ll be s-so good! just j-just make me cum please…pleaseee…?” he thought for a moment before taking the tool in his hands and dragging it across your twitching cock, you groaned in discomfort, you just wanted to cum and he was being so mean to you.

“here the deal, im not gonna touch your slutty cock. so i’ll just use my favorite toy on you, you don’t even deserve my touch.” “w-wait no! d-don’t use-“ you let out a loud cry of desperation and pain as he started to smack your cock around, aiming directly for your wet tip. each hit sent painful shocks throughout your body, but it somehow still felt so good. you quickly felt yourself nearing your orgasm, “puh-pleaaasee can i cum? please please please?” you grabbed onto his shirt desperate for his approval, you wanted to cum on his terms. “tch, desperate slut.” he used the tip of the tool to quickly run against your sensitive tip, you arched your back at the sudden action while letting out a loud shriek.

“what do you say when daddy gives you what you want, hm? don’t tell me you’ve already forgotten.” you felt his hand grab onto your throat, hard enough to knock the wind out of you. “th-th-thank you d-daddy- mph- i-im cumming thank you!l” his grip on your throat didn’t falter, it only got tighter as your orgasming hit you full force. you grabbed onto his forearm trying to gasp for air, your back was stuck in a permanent curve, your toes curled, your cock jumped with each rope of cum that spilled out of it. you couldn’t breathe but the orgasm made up for it, your eyes were rolled back as you slowly started to fade. “baby, look at me, are you alright?” you we’re tired, your body ached, and your throat was killing you. you could only manage to nod at his question while giving him a small smile, he returned the smile before picking you up bridal style and walking to the bathroom.

“gonna get you nice and clean up okay?” you nodded, he never let go of you during the cleaning process. keeping your hand firmly in his, gently washing the sweat and sore spots of your body, kissing places that you winced at. when it was finally time for bed he dressed you himself, tossing you in one of his shirts and wrapping you in a giant blanket burrito. “you did so good for me, such a good boy.” your face warmed at the praise, he kept you firm against his chest before you felt the warm of sleep taking you over. “so cute, good night lovely.”

[looksthatkilledd]

yeah? why don't you show me then? // Eddie Munson X Fem!reader

A/N: tysm anon! ilysm, this was kinda rushed bc I didn't want to make u wait forever, and this is a bit of a blurb I'm sorry Pairing: perv!Eddie Munson X Fem!Reader Warnings: perv!Eddie, smutty undertones, groping Words: 1k AU: N/A not proofread

Eddie munson had the biggest crush on his best friend, he couldn't deny it, you were amazing in every way possible, you were beautiful and kind, but he couldn't deny that he liked you in the wrong ways too, in the dirty ways, he's thought of bending you over so many different things and fucking your lights out, he didn't want to confess his feelings, so he did the closest thing possible, he would tease you, maybe if you were sitting together he would sightly brush his hand against your thigh, or if he had to squeeze by you, he would coincidentally brush your ass across his manhood.

Now you didn't mind at all, you, of course, picked up on his feelings, despite his every attempt on keeping them hidden, you caught on almost immediately, you liked him too, and you loved the "accidental" touches, the brushes against your crotch or rear, it turned you on deeply as much as you hate to admit it, you would often touch yourself thinking about these encounters with him, imagining it was him.

Eddie was driving you home, after a long fun day of hanging out, the van was quiet, and Eddie bites his lip, looking over at the shorts you were wearing, the short denim, hugging your beautiful body, he couldn't help but picture what was under them. he moves one of his ring-clad hands slowly and shakily to your thigh, letting it rest there, he knows this one wouldn't be labelled as an accident as he anticipated what you would say to him. Instead of yelling at him as he expected, you move your hand to rest upon his, the cool metal of his rings made you shiver a bit. You squeeze his hand and smile at him, tracing his veins and every grove of his hands, taking in the warmth of them, the contrast between the cold air and his warm hand left goosebumps all along your skin, and you hum.

In a short time find yourself in front of your house, you sigh wishing this night wouldn't come to an end, eddies warm hand never leaving your thigh, " 'don't want this night to end eds," you speak softly he didn't say anything but you know he was thinking the same thing, he squeezed your thigh "Goodbye Y/n." you bite your lip, moving to open the door, but it wouldn't open "fuck I thought I fixed that, my bad." eddies voice deep "just crawl over me doll, come out this side." Eddie couldn't stop the grin that pulled at his lips.

You blush and peel his hand off of you, using your knees to move, you bend and twist, to get over the centre console, eddies hands ghost over your hips to help guide your if you stumble, you were now hovering over eddies lap, hands on the headrest, you stare down at Eddie confused on why he wasn't opening the door "eds, the door i can't get it, ill fall." you whisper Eddie still looked up at you, not answering you but instead grabbing your hips and with ease, resting you on his lap, you gasp as his semi was pressing up against your core, causing amazing pressure on your warmth between your legs "is this okay? me touching you?" he whispers you nod "yeah i love it eds, i fucking know it's never an accident, but don't worry, I want it, Eddie. I want you," you speak meekly.

"Yeah?" he spoke "you like me touching you huh?" you nod blushing Eddie moves your hands to his shoulders so you would be stable "well, ill touch you then like I've been imaging babe." he dares to move his hands, he begins at the hem of your shirt, slowly running his fingers teasingly up and down your stomach, his hands travel higher, and they reach your bra, grabbing at your tits through the garment you moan out softly as he reaches behind you and unbuckled it, sliding it off your shoulder and then off the other, sliding it out of your sleeve and discarding it somewhere in his van, grabbing your breasts in handfuls, he rubbed and toyed with your nipples. he pulls them up and then lets them go, watching them jiggle through your shirt, you giggle at his actions and his surprised face and he moves back to your hips, grabbing at them roughly, rubbing circles with his thumbs, before letting them travel lower and squeeze at your thighs, grabbing and pinching at them, marvelling at them.

"You have no idea how long I've waited to do this baby, no idea." he blabbed obviously already hyped up, his semi was now very hard and pressing up against your clit, you pull yourself closer to him, "yeah? why don't you show me then?"

[paperdoll201]

The Interview

1250 words

Interviewer: Welcome to or welcome back to The Late Night at Godolkin! Tonight, we've got some heavy hitters in the studio - none other than the power couple themselves, Jordan Li and Marie Moreau! Ranked number two and seven, respectively, these two aren't just powerful, they're practically campus royalty! So, Jordan, Marie, how does it feel being our very own God U's favorite couple? Pressure much?

Jordan: (chuckles) Favorite? Not surprising, we’re fucking amazing, so nah, it’s no pressure.

Interviewer: (laughs) How modest! The whole campus has been talking about you guys. So, spill- tell us how two souls like yourselves, amidst the chaos of campus life while being superheroes, found their way to...well, this? Tell us your origin story!

Marie: (blushing) Oh, you know, we didn’t exactly get along at first. First time I met them, we didn’t immediately… click.

Jordan: (chuckles) Yeah, she stormed into my office, demanded to speak to Professor Brink, and insulted my intelligence all within the same breath. Not before flirting with me first.

Marie: (nudges Jordan playfully) That is not what fucking happened and you know it, Jordan.

Jordan: (raises an eyebrow at Marie) Yeah? What was inaccurate about what I said then?

Marie: (rolls her eyes) Shut up, oh my god. They (Jordan had) rejected me from Intro to Crimefighting so, of course, I had to come in hot. But it ended up working out for us anyway.

Jordan: Yeah

Interviewer: (teasingly) Great how that worked out for you guys! So, who made the first move? I’m feeling like it was Jordan? Tell me it was Jordan (laughs)

Marie: (laughs softly) Actually, it was me. We were “studying” (air quotes) in Jordan’s room and (we) decided to take a smoke break. Well, Jordan did and they had asked me if I wanted a hit (of weed) as well. Anyways, like an hour and a half later, I’m high off my fucking mind and I kind of just turn to Jordan and ask “I think you’re pretty, cool, and fun! Wanna go out?”

Interviewer: Awwww oh my god, that’s so cute! And Jordan you probably immediately said yes right?

Jordan: (smiling) Nah. I told Marie to wait a few hours after she came the fuck back to Earth to ask me that again. She (Marie) didn’t remember asking me that. Kinda had geared her to ask me again. Definitely said yes the second time though.

Interviewer: So I have to ask: there are still many on this campus and to be honest the entire country who find both of your respective powers to be… interesting. What do you have to say to that?

Jordan: (raises brow) If by interesting you mean fucking weird? I mean it does suck. I wish that people could see me as me and not some freak show you know? But in the meantime, they can all just suck my gigantic *bleep* and my *bleep* cause I could give less of a *bleeping bleep* and *bleep*everyone who wants to *bleeping* say *bleeping* otherwise.

Interviewer: (laughs nervously)  Wow… you are passionate about this topic-

Jordan: True

Interviewer: —so Marie, what’s your response?

Marie: (smiles) Yeah, I agree with Jordan. I don’t particularly like the fact that my powers are seen as unhygienic and whatnot but it is what it is. So yeah, everyone can go suck it!

Jordan: You’re so cute babe.

Marie: (smiling) I know!

Interviewer: I love it! So, shifting topics slightly, what do you guys like to do for fun then?

Marie: (looks over to Jordan) What do we like to do for fun? Uhhh… what do we like to do for fun Jordan?

Jordan: We like to fuck. Hard.

Marie: (slaps Jordan’s arm) Jordan! Be serious right now.

Jordan: (shrugs) I am serious though.

Interviewer: We’ll just cut that out and try that question again-

**************

Interviewer: So what do you guys do in your free time? Movies? Dinners?

Jordan: I am being silenced so no comment. 

Marie: Yeah we have movie nights and stuff. We also train a lot together! Jordan’s been really helpful to me with that (rubs Jordan’s thigh)

Jordan: We also like to fu-

Interviewer: Moving on! So, asking some stupid questions that I got from Google-

Jordan: (interrupts) Why are you asking us stupid questions?

Marie: Jordan my god! I will hurt you, stop it!

Jordan: Oh baby, please do.

Interviewer: (nervously chuckles) Anyways, the question is: “If you had to be shipwrecked on a deserted island, but all your human needs—such as food and water—were taken care of, what two items would you want to have with you?”

Marie: Probably my knife and my journal. 

Interviewer: Yeah? Why those two things specifically?

Marie: Well, my knife goes with me everywhere, if I need blood, it's (the knife) the fastest way for me to get access to it. And I’d bring my journal so I can document everything. Keep track of how many days have passed, my thoughts, my feelings etcetera. 

Interviewer: Makes sense! Jordan, how about you?

Jordan: Easy. My phone, earbuds, and Marie.

Marie: (raises an eyebrow at Jordan) First of all; the question said two items not three and second of all, I am not an item.

Jordan: (grins) Didn’t say you were babe

Marie: But you implied it when you grouped me in your answer… with two other items Jordan.

Jordan: (grins fucking wider) No you did, just now. You referred to yourself as an item, not I (shrugs)

Marie: Jordan I will seriously fucking hurt you.

Jordan: (leans to Marie) Again, please fucking do.

Marie: Weirdo.

Jordan: I don’t deny.

Interviewer: Okayyyy so Jordan, why those three—sorry two items then?

Jordan: Bringing my phone so I can try my hardest to get the fuck off the island. My earbuds just in case I can’t escape, I can at least listen to good music while I suffer in my personal hell. And Marie so we can fu-

Interviewer: (shakes head frantically) Alright, I’m just going to move on to my last question then. (chuckles extremely nervously) How would you describe your partnership?

Marie: I’d say we're each other's anchors, a reality check when things get too…crazy. Jordan pulls me back from the edge, and I help them stay grounded. We challenge each other, support each other, and most importantly, have each other's backs.

Jordan: Definitely. Marie inspires me to be better, to never lose sight of what's truly important. And she's got this incredibly unwavering faith in me, even when I doubt myself. I couldn’t ask for anything better than that to be honest. I love her (Marie)

Marie: (smiles) And I love you!

Interviewer: Beautiful note to end with! Thank you, Marie and Jordan, for sharing your beautiful story. 

Jordan: Thanks for having us Jayda

Interviewer: (eye slightly twitches) It’s Justine.

Jordan: Oops

Justine: And thank you, to my listeners, for tuning in tonight and every Friday for The Late Night at Godolkin. Next week, we’ll have our very own Dean Shetty gracing our podcast and sharing her insights. Goodnight everyone, see you next week!

AND CUT 

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The air crackled with a sudden awkwardness in the podcast booth. Justine, the producer, dropped her headphones with a huff, the silence deafening after their segment. "Look, guys," she said, crossing her arms, "I know I said you could loosen up a bit, cuss here and there, but I didn’t mean in every damn sentence. This is a professional podcast.

"Well, shit, Justine," they drawled, "should've fucking clarified that from the start then-"

“What they mean,” Marie interrupted quickly, giving Jordan a pointed look, “is that we’re sorry and it won’t happen again Jasmine.” Marie finished flashing a warm smile in her direction.

“It’s Justine!” Justine snarled before storming off.

“Whoops.”

[jebewonmorelike]

I Hate You, (I Want You), Seok Matthew

wc: 1.6k warnings: angst with a happy/fluff ending; swearing; mentions of hook-up culture; drinking (reader is 21, 3rd year of college); frat/party setting pronouns: none used; reader has a femme best friend summary: fratboy!matthew au oops ~masterlist~ ♡ ~kofi (no pressure at all)~ matthew is that sweet, introspective fratboy that respects his partners that we all wish existed, but literally never will. so enjoy pretending that boys are nice through this little fic. love u. &lt;3

Matthew Seok made your blood boil.

And none of your friends could understand why.

You'd spent many a night in your dorm, tipsily listing all of his infuriating tendencies and desperately trying to rally support for your Anti-Matt campaign.

But no matter how many times you explained it to them, they just shrugged you off. And if you were being honest with yourself, you couldn't really blame them. There was a time not so long ago when you only saw his good traits, too.

But that was before.

And now all you wanted to do was take the girls that waited for him in the hallway by the shoulders and shake them until their rose-colored glasses fell off.

Your distaste for Matthew Seok was so strong that you'd started avoiding places you liked to go, since every time you left your dorm you somehow had the misfortune of bumping into him. And you just couldn't stomach it: turning the corner, meeting his eyes, walking away before he could say anything...

The feeling of your heart dropping to your stomach.

You hated it.

You hated him.

"Get dressed, we're going out," your friend Megan announces as she walks through the door, startling you out of your boredom-induced daze.

"What? Why?" You ask quickly, not liking the determined look on her face.

"Because you've done nothing but go to class and sit here at your desk pretending to do homework for a month straight. You're an undeclared Liberal Arts major... How much homework could you possibly have?"

You pouted. "What are you trying to say?"

She smiles, walking over to you and placing a hand on your shoulder. "It's time for some fun."

You groan.

"Oh, come on! You used to love fun. Every day you were off on some little adventure and every night you were dancing in the living room of one godforsaken frat house or another," Megan says, giving you a pitiful look. "I can't let you sit here any longer, lovey. I just can't."

A long sigh escapes you as you look up at your friend. You remember when you first met her at freshman orientation, standing there shy and meek with a mint green sweater on. When everyone broke off into groups to eat lunch, you'd both been left in the courtyard alone to fend for yourselves. You'd eaten lunch with her every day since then for the last two and a half years. And you’d both changed a considerable amount in that time.

"Fine," you finally grumble, watching her pleading look turn to a satisfied grin.

"Good. Let's make you hot again," she says, running to the closet and flinging the door open.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN AGAIN!?"

~

Staring up at the familiar old house, you feel your heart speed up. You didn't realize how quickly you'd fallen out of practice. Every weekend you used to make a stop here, claiming the reason for your frequent visiting was that you liked the star projector they’d set up in the living room.

And you did like it.

It made him look even prettier.

You shake your head rapidly in an attempt to silence the thought. It’s useless now that you know what kind of a person Matthew Seok really is.

"Hey. Don't be nervous," Megan says, taking your hand in hers and squeezing it. "He's not here, babe. He went home this weekend. I still don’t really know what you’re deal with him is, but I checked for you anyway.”

Already you feel your shoulders relax. Of course he's not here. Megan wouldn't bring you here if he was.

You look hot for nothing.

Your hands fly to your head in exasperation at the sound of the intrusive thought.

"You've got this, (y/n). You're still the reigning star here, you know. All anybody ever asks me is when you're coming out again," Megan says with a convincing grin.

You bite your lip and smile. "I guess I can give the people what they want."

"That's the spirit babe!" She exclaims, dragging you up the front steps and to the door. A tall guy opens it and walks out at the same time you and Megan approach.

"OH SHIT! Tiny Dancer is back!" Johnny shouts, his hand flying out to take yours. "Fucking missed you, dude."

You smile, shaking his hand. "I've just been really busy the past few weeks."

"Well, it's a special night then. Drink up!" Johnny says, pulling a beer from his pocket and handing it to you.

"Thanks," you say, popping the top and taking a sip as you and Megan walk through the door and into the frat house. The lights are all off, the house only illuminated by LED light strips, a disco ball, and your favorite star projector.

"YOOOOO! Tiny Fucking Dancer!" You hear someone shout from across the room and feel the blush creep onto your cheeks. You're too sober for this attention after being away from it for over a month. Megan pulls you into the living room as a bunch of intoxicated partygoers rush over to greet you.

"Where've you been!?" Brian asks, patting you on the back. “There’s been a distinct lack of uninhibited dancing in our house this month.”

"I've just had a lot going on recently," you reply as nonchalantly as possible, trying your best to keep up with all the hugs and the questions. You were starting to feel overwhelmed, looking around the room for a place to sit so you could breathe for a second.

That's when you spot him.

Wide eyes meeting yours, lips slightly parted in the way they always were when you used to catch him staring.

Your breath hitches in your throat as you're frozen in place. He doesn't look away. But someone has to.

"Can someone please pour me a ton of shots!?" You shout the request, the crowd around you bubbling with excitement as you migrate with them into the kitchen.

As Brian lines up five shots for you (one for every weekend you've missed), Megan grabs your hand and squeezes it.

"I swear Johnny said he'd be gone. I'm so sorry," she apologizes and you know she means it from the look on her face.

You do your best to shrug it off. "Just do some shots with me."

She squeezes your hand again. "Are you sure?"

You nod, picking up the first glass and knocking it back. Vodka. The liquid stings your throat and you wish you had something other than Johnny's gross warm beer as a chaser. "By the time you start, I'll already be done!"

With that, Megan takes the empty shot glass from your hand and pours it full as she joins you for the next one.

~

You're dancing now.

On a usual night, you were the only one dancing in the middle of the living room floor as people made out, played stupid games, or watched you and giggled.

But when you were drunk, you just didn't care. All you wanted to do was move. A tipsy mind meant a fluid body and you could never turn down the opportunity to completely lose yourself in the shitty music with the base cranked up and the tacky LED light strips on the walls.

But tonight, everyone was dancing. Maybe it was a special night, after all.

Only now does the crowd die out, people gathering in the kitchen for beer pong or going upstairs to hook up (ahem, Megan and Brian). But you couldn't stop even if you wanted to.

"The dance floor missed you."

You freeze. You were so happy you'd almost forgotten he was here.

Almost.

"Can I talk to you?"

You turn around slowly to face him. He's wearing a jean jacket over a white university hoodie and his hair flops boyishly in his eyes. It's like a knife to the heart.

You hate him.

You hate him for making you feel this way.

"I'm busy," you say, biting your lip as you look away.

"I know. I didn't ask you to stop," Matthew replies, the smallest smile tugging at his lips.

You swallow hard at the sight. "I don't want to talk to you."

"Yeah, I've kind of pieced that together," he says, a hand reaching to the back of his neck. "And I understand why."

"Do you?" You ask now, finally meeting his gaze as another wave of liquid courage hits you. "Well that's good news, Matt! I'm so glad that you've come to understand how going out with someone else after you told me you liked me might be upsetting to me. Now, maybe, you can leave me alone forever."

"I didn't.”

You blink back at him in silence. Eventually, you laugh. "Sure you didn't."

"I didn't," he says, sincere eyes locked on yours. "I know Johnny said that I was going out with someone else. But I only told the guys that to get them off my back. They kept hounding me about why I wasn't hooking up with anyone anymore."

Your heart beats so hard that you swear it melded with the base.

"I just really didn't want to tell them how I felt about you. You saw how fast that stupid lie I told spread across campus. They would've ruined everything before it even started."

You nod slowly. "So you ruined it instead."

He sighs despondently and then nods. "I did. I never meant for this to happen. And I'm really sorry."

You just look at him for a few moments. The perfect curve of his annoying lips, the refined angle of his infuriating jawline, the entirely cliche sparkle of his stupid eyes...

And the little star-shaped lights making constellations across his face.

The truth was you hated Matthew Seok.

"Dance with me," you say, stepping back and reveling in the grin on his face as he follows. Wrapping his arms around your waist and moving with you to the rhythm of the music, your lips find their way to his in the glow of the lameass LED lights.

You hated Matthew Seok because he made you want him.

[lovemyavatar]

hiii i was just wondering if u could write a fic with inexperienced tsireya who doesn’t know what a blowjob is but then hears about it somewhere and approaches lo’ak and ends up giving him one? and maybe he’s never brought it up cause he didn’t wanna pressure her haha but she ends up doing it and he sort of guides her through it but it’s super soft and fluffy??

Like That

Pairing: Lo'ak x Tsireya

Warnings: (aged up) nsfw, oral (male receiving), inexperienced Tsireya

Use Your Words (part 2)

“You did…what?”

Tsireya's eyes blow wide, completely shocked by the words her friend has just proudly exclaimed.

“Oh, come on, Reya!" The girl rolls her eyes with a confident chuckle. “They love it, trust me.”

She leans forward, waggling her eyebrows suggestively. Tsireya's cheeks bloom with heat, an embarrassed giggle bubbling in her chest. She covers her mouth with dainty fingers, looking away.

“Seriously, it makes them lose their mind! I bet Lo’ak would fall in love with you.” Another girl chimes in, grinning from ear to ear.

“I…I wouldn’t even know where to start.” Tsireya admits, the idea of putting her mouth there, completely foreign.

“That’s the fun part! Just don’t use your teeth and you’ll be fine!” The circle of girls erupt into another fit of giggles.

Tsireya’s blush only deepens as they continue talking about their mates and the things they’ve experimented with. After a few minutes, she politely excuses herself from the conversation, already too scandalized by the simple mention of a blowjob to hear the rest.

Though she goes about her daily chores as normal, she can't help the way her mind drifts back to her friend's words. She's distracted, making simple mistakes, but the longer she mulls over their advice, the more it sounds kind of...fun?

The girls seemed so excited to share how they'd pleasured their mates, raving about how much they loved it. Tsireya wants to do that for Lo'ak. They've been together for awhile now, and still haven't moved past kissing. Worry knots her stomach as she wonders if he isn't satisfied, if he wants more.

She's unsure, bottom lip swollen from how many times it's been pinched between sharp teeth. That's how she finds Lo'ak, waiting for her in the usual spot they meet when the hot sun morphs into glittering twilight.

He instantly notices that something's wrong, but still sends her a warm smile anyway. She plops down beside his tall frame, perched on a large rock by the ocean.

“Hey, babe.” He wraps an arm around her shoulders and plants a soft kiss along her temple.

The gentle contact makes her skin blaze, cheeks warming as she remembers her earlier conversation. She feels dirty, like she's learned about some secret that only true grown women know about.

She can't help but stiffen, embarrassment rushing through her as she slowly pulls away. Lo'ak frowns, looking at her with pinched brows. Tsireya almost always has a smile on her face, so the clear unease marring her features is troubling.

“What is it?” His chest tightens with anxiety as his mind races through all of the possibilities. Was someone bothering her? Did something happen with her family? Or his?

“It's...nothing. It's stupid.” She shakes her head, blush deepening, and looks away.

“Hey,” He coos gently. A lock of hair falls in front of her eyes, and Lo'ak is quick to tuck it behind her ear. He bends to catch her gaze, but she avoids his eyes. “You can tell me anything, yawnetu (love).”

“Well…earlier—the girls were talking about something…something that boys like.” Her voice is small, timid as she forces the words out.

His brow drops, a wave of protectiveness wafting over him. “Yeah?”

He knows how the other girls can be. He's seen them flirt endlessly with Neteyam. They're relentless, way more forward than any girls back in the forest. His Reya is so innocent, he hates the idea of them convincing her to do something she doesn't feel comfortable with, just to fit in.

“They said you might like it if I…” She trails off, face impossibly hot. But now, it's not purely embarrassment that colors her cheeks.

The more she thinks about pleasuring Lo'ak, making him feel as good as her friends said their mates feel, the more it excites her. He's done so much for her, helped her break free of the shell she'd been living in her whole life. She wants to pay him back in some way, and the idea of hearing his sweet moans has made her core slick with anticipation.

“Reya, you’re making me nervous.” He can't help but chuckle at her flustered state.

“Can I just show you?” She sighs impatiently, finding the words too difficult to get out.

Lo'ak searches her eyes for a long moment, looking for any lingering uncertainty. When he finds none, he nods tentatively, still feeling a little lost. Tsireya's lips pull into a small smile, bottom lip tucking between her teeth again.

She holds his gaze, turquois eyes rounding as she slowly kneels before him. His eyes pop wide as her hands move to rest on his knees. His breath hitches when she lightly trails them upward, smoothing over the tops of his thighs.

He's fidgeting already, hips threatening to jut toward her. He settles for adjusting his position on the rock, a nervous clearing of his throat following the movement. He forces down a hoarse swallow when the tips of her fingers brush against the front of his loincloth.

“Can I...take it off?” Her voice is so small, so innocent, it takes all of his willpower not to let out a low groan at the sound.

He nods enthusiastically, heat rushing to his cheeks. He's a bit embarrassed that he's so painfully hard already. Just the sight of her, on her knees for him, has his cock standing at attention.

Slowly, she unwinds the knots holding the garment on. It slips away, Lo'ak's thick cock bouncing free. Tsireya's eyes blow wide, a tiny gasp falling from her full lips. It's the first time she's seen anything like this.

Her gaze sweeps up and down his pulsing cock, studying the faint blue lines and swollen veins. Lo'ak's chest heaves above her, watching her study him like he's the most fascinating thing she's ever seen.

Without warning, she leans forward, tongue jutting out to swipe a tiny kitten lick up his length. His hips jerk at the burst of pleasure, fingers gripping the edge of the rock he's sitting on.

“Fuck, Reya.” He breathes, heart slamming between his ribs.

She pulls back, brows pinching with concern. “Did I hurt you?”

“No.” He chuckles breathlessly. “No, it felt really good.”

Honestly, he can't believe this is really happening right now. He's been itching to progress their relationship, the long make-out sessions that have become a part of their routine a delicious form of torture. It makes him ache to be inside her, to show her all the ways he could make her feel good.

But he's hyperaware that she hasn't done any of this before. Hell, he had to show her how to kiss in the first place. It's all brand new, and probably a little scary. He doesn't want to push her, make her do anything before she's ready, so he's hesitated to bring it up.

His back bows, face tilting toward the sky when she glides her tongue along his length again. A quiet moan falls from his parted lips. Tsireya is simply experimenting, using the tip of of her tongue to prod at different areas of his cock.

Her eyes flick up toward him, watching how he reacts. Once she's licked every inch of him, she tentatively rises a bit on her knees. Her hands smooth up his thighs, rounding toward his throbbing cock. It's gotten even harder, she notices, which she figures must be a good thing.

One of her hands wraps around him, dainty fingers not even touching, and his entire body jerks. His hand leaves the rock to clamp around her wrist, stopping her before she can do anything else.

“Wait—ah! Wait a second, Reya.” His toned stomach trembles with the effort of keeping still. He doesn't want to go too fast for her, but the urge to take control is overwhelming.

She blinks up at him, unsure. “Did I do something wrong?”

“No, no baby girl. It's great, I'm uh...I'm trying not to finish too fast.” An embarrassed chuckle rumbles his chest, but it's all too much. Watching his innocent girl on her knees, practicing on his cock, it's such an erotic sight. It's enough to make him cum untouched.

“Finish?” Her brows furrow with confusion. She's never heard that phrasing before.

Oh, Eywa save me, he pleads internally just as Tsireya starts moving her hand. Slowly, she tests out the feeling of his cock in her palm. Lo'ak groans, chest heaving with ragged breaths. His heavy-lidded gaze bores into hers as she pairs the movement with tiny licks around his swollen tip.

“Yeah, it's—fuck!” He rocks into her gentle hold, fingers tightening around her wrist. “When a guy, you know...when he cums.”

He's breathless, panting above her, and she hasn't even gotten him in her mouth yet. Her eyes round adorably, hand pausing for a moment as she mulls over his words. The tension in his back relaxes slightly, grateful for the break.

“Like...an orgasm?” The word feels foreign on her tongue. She's heard it before, from her friends, but hasn't really considered what it might look like for a guy.

“Yes, baby, like an orgasm.” He can't help but laugh lightly. She's just so damn cute.

She hums in thought, and without warning, starting pumping her hand again. Lo'ak closes his eyes, jaw clenching as he desperately tries to calm down. He wants to enjoy this, savor the pleasure, for as long as possible. After only a few seconds, they pop wide at a new sensation along his cock.

She's taken him into her mouth, full lips parting to accommodate his tip. He releases her wrist, hand instead tangling in the hair at the nape of her neck. He cradles the side of her head, helping to stabilize her movements. When she forces more of him into her tiny mouth, his head falls back, a long moan ripping through his chest.

“Shit, Reya.” He gasps, hips moving on their own accord. He ruts into her, pushing his cock even deeper. Her eyes widen against the unfamiliar feeling, but she makes no move to pull back.

“Just like that, baby girl.” He maintains a gentle pace, rocking in an out of her waiting mouth. “Can you—fuck. Can you use your tongue for me?”

She hums against him in agreement, and he nearly cums on the spot. He jerks to a stop, muscles tightening with the effort of holding off his impending orgasm. Her tongue flattens against the underside of his cock, before swaying side to side, unsure.

“Move it—uh, move it around my, around the tip.” Lo'ak's entire lower body is trembling now, and he knows he won't be able to last much longer.

Tsireya instantly obeys, moving back until he's almost out of her mouth before pushing back down. Her tongue swirls around his cockhead expertly, wrenching him closer to the edge. The friction makes his cock swell, pleasure warming his skin.

“Reya, I'm gonna—” He tries moving her off him, pulling her back with the hand still resting against her neck.

She bats him away with her free hand, moving her tongue even faster as she continues slipping her mouth along his length. Saliva dribbles from her lips, coating the base of his cock. Obscene noises echo around the empty expanse of beach, and he knows he's a goner.

“Reya.” His voice hardens slightly as he tries pulling her off again. “I'm about to—fuck, I'm gonna cum, and I don—”

She lets out a little sound of protest, lightly hitting his arm again. The vibrations her noises make send him over the edge, an intense orgasm ripping through him. His back aches, eyes screwing shut as his head is thrown back. Loud moans and grunts fall from his lips as he spills into her mouth, all restraint gone.

Tsireya stays completely still, waiting until he stops moving above her. He hazily lifts his head, chest heaving, body completely limp from the waves of euphoria still washing over him.

"Shit, I'm sorry, baby.” He slowly pulls out of her mouth, guilt tightening his chest. He should've warned her before they started, that he'd need to pull out of her mouth before cumming.

“What do you mean? You didn't like it?” Her brows pinch with confusion as she leans back on her heels, using the back of her hand to wipe away lingering moisture.

“I'll clean you up, just hold on a sec—” He stops suddenly, having just processed her words. Or, rather, the fact that she's able to talk at all, which must mean she doesn't have anything in her mouth.

His eyes pop wide with surprise, cock springing to life between his legs. “Did you...?”

Her confusion only deepens, having no idea what he's going on about. In an instant he wraps his arms around her waist, hauling her up onto the rock with him. He's in awe, pride swelling in his chest at how well she took him. How she swallowed his load without hesitation.

“I'll show you how much I liked it, baby girl.” A huge grin splits his face, just before he claims her lips in a searing kiss.

part two coming with some soft dom Lo'ak returning the favor

[peejsocks]

Can I request a protective bam?

Thanks! Love your imagines

a/n: thank you for requesting <3 tell me if u like these :)

hcs for a protective bam

he might not seem like the type to most but bam is def extremely protective and attentive

he gets it from april <3

bam margera screams reckless and careless

but, because he knows pain, he’s always watching his friends to see if they’re (mostly) okay

it’s no different with you

god don’t ask me about jealous bam i have so much to say

if you’re into trying out stunts, he knows he can’t stop you but he’ll keep a close eye and a reassuring smile on his face

outside of stunts, it’s kind of a different story

he’s less supportive and more…possessive

no one can convince me he doesn’t keep his hands on you 24/7

“babe, come here” palm on the small of your back

“watch out” fingers wrapped around your waist, arm around your hips

hands forcefully grabbing your biceps (not painful, noticeable. it’s hot and endearing at the same time)

i mentioned these in another hc but

regardless of whether he is or you are talking to someone else, his hand is on the back of your neck. fingers tangled in your hair or just placed on the nape of it, applying light pressure or caressing. but always present

if you’re skating and he thinks you’ll get hurt, bam will literally pick you up from the board like a rag doll and pull you flush to his body

(sometimes as a joke he’ll jump in front of the board and lift you into him, skate rolling away)

“bam, for fuck’s sake, i was in the middle of something” “you weren’t gonna land it anyway” “dick 😡”

poor you if you thought you were making friends at the skate park

obviously he’s not gonna prohibit talking to strangers, but he’s circling you the entire time, no one even dares to get near you at that point

one time, some guys tried to bully you and before you could defend yourself, bam came running in with ryan and dico

he was so obviously not kidding, trying to look bigger than he is. eyes squinting and voice lower, pushing on the guy’s chest

they break some boards and the other dudes leave

he immediately turns your way, “you okay?”

“yeah, tough guy, don’t worry about me” “you know i can’t do that”

at parties, never leaves your side

he’s got sweaty hands so he’s not a fan of hand holding, but when you confess it makes you feel safer in crowds he happily obliges

you squeeze, he squeezes back, you smile at each other to confirm all’s good

no need for chairs, he’s got a lap. duh

leaning on his chest, his arm around your stomach, hand caressing your thigh.

ryan makes fun of you for the many times you have drunkenly fallen asleep on bam, nuzzling on his neck

he’s embarrassed, but would never let you sleep anywhere else in a party

he doesn’t mind if you drink too much, as long as you keep tabs on each other the entire time

the first and last time he found you black out drunk at rake’s you fought and he didn’t talk to you for an entire day

(but also wouldn’t let you go home, taking care of your hangover for you)

when he’s drunk, all of this gets heightened

will be doing some dumb shit and say, drunk out of his mind, “wait. where’s y/n?”

“babe, i’m right in front of you” “oh, hi. shit, you look hot as fuck.”

kissing you in front of everybody. “so these macho jerks know they can’t have you” accompanied by a very sloppy wink

when it comes to premieres, you’re his priority

“we can skip the photographers i don’t mind” “i’m feeling good about this one, it’s okay”

if he’s away for some reason, will call and text every five minutes

is 10000% the kind of boyfriend to update you about every second of his day, and expects you to do the same

if you don’t, you’ll probably get a stern warning about making him worried

he’s always thinking about you okay. he just likes to share every bit of his life with you :)

summing up, he’s v protective and i want him

[sagesolsticewrites]

hi sageykinz !!!!! i was craving some austin x reader x olivia content & then i was like i know the exact person for the job!

so i have 2 for ya (if u want!)

#5 - “I hate Christmas shopping.” - “I love Christmas shopping!” (i thought this would be cute with austin vs olivia lol)

& ice skating!! (i’m imagining austin/reader/olivia r just vvvv attracted to each other here 👀)

but do whatever u want, i just need some trio magic 😭

- @burninlovebutler 😘😘

MEL MY BELOVED YOU HAVE ABSOLUTELY NO IDEA HOW HAPPY THIS REQUEST MADE ME 🥹

being poly myself I love love lovee writing poly x reader fics 🥰

(actually putting these under a cut bc they ended up much, much longer that I’d anticipated oops 😂)

Send me drabble prompts!

5.) “I hate Christmas shopping” / “I love Christmas shopping!”

You skipped into the kitchen, humming happily as you checked the final few things off your list.

“What’s got you so happy, sweetheart?” Austin asked from the kitchen table where he and your girlfriend were sitting.

“Oh nothing,” you smiled, “Just got all my Christmas shopping done. It feels good to check things off the to-do list. Hey, how’s your Christmas shopping going, my loves? I know you two have been busy lately,” you say, genuine sympathy in your eyes.

They very casually assure you that their Christmas shopping is mostly done, just one or two small things they need to get for their other friends, and you nod, “Well, that’s good. As long as you two remember to take some time for yourselves, please? I don’t want you stressing yourselves out just for a little holiday.”

Austin and Olivia both assure you they’re fine, and you vanish back into your room to finish wrapping presents for your family.

As soon as you’re gone, they lock eyes.

“I haven’t had time to go Christmas shopping.”

“Me neither.”

“I hate Christmas shopping!”

“I love Christmas shopping!”

“Wait, what?” They say in unison.

“How can you hate Christmas shopping?! Getting to pick out the perfect gift for someone you love, everyone around you in the holiday spirit..”

“See, Liv, you just listed the reasons I don’t like it,” Austin says with a chuckle, “There’s so much pressure to choose an absolutely perfect gift, and there’s so many people, and everyone’s stressed out, it’s just… it’s a lot.”

Olivia thinks for a moment, then it hits her. “Hey, what if we just did it together?”

“Did… what together?”

“Christmas shopping, silly! We’ll split off to get each other gifts if we need to, but we can do the rest of the shopping together, and maybe it’ll be at least a little more enjoyable for you that way?”

Austin beams at his girlfriend. “I’d love that. I can’t believe we didn’t think of that before.”

“Come on, Aus, you know I’m the one with the brains in this relationship,” Liv teases, leaning over to give him a quick peck so he knows she doesn’t mean it.

“Sweetheart, I love you, but I think we both know who actually has the brains in this relationship,” Austin laughs, already grabbing his coat.

“Y/N,” they both chorus in unison.

Austin heads down the hall as Olivia gets her coat and shoes, knocking on your door before opening it just a crack to peek inside. “Sweetheart, Liv and I are gonna head out to do some last-minute shopping, are you gonna be okay here?”

You look up from the partially wrapped box, hastily taping a corner down before turning your full attention to your boyfriend. “Oh yeah, of course! Have fun and be safe,” you remind him, coming over to the door to give him a kiss before he leaves. You poke your head out into the hall and call towards Olivia, “Have fun babe, be safe!”, making sure to blow her a kiss, too.

“We will!” she calls back, and both you and Austin can hear the smile in her voice.

“Oh, and,” you place a hand on Austin’s arm, gently stopping him as he starts to walk away, “Would you mind picking up something for dinner on the way home? I don’t feel like cooking tonight,” you ask, almost apologetically.

“Of course sweetheart,” he assures you with a nod as he heads back down the hall, “We’ll let you know when we’re on our way home!”

At the mall, Austin does okay for the most part. It’s much better with Liv there than if he was alone, but eventually all the hustle and bustle of the shoppers and the tinny Christmas carols being piped through the mall speakers start to get to him, and he starts getting antsy. He really wants to go home, but he tries to hide it when Liv decides she wants to stop by one of the candle stores to see if they can find anything after they’ve bought all the gifts they need.

They’ve only been in there for a few minutes, however, when she starts picking up on his less-than-cheery mood, and finally decides it’s time to go home.

“I’m sorry that took so long,” she says as they get in the car, gifts securely tucked away in the trunk, “But it wasn’t too bad, was it?”

Austin gives her a soft smile, “No, it wasn’t that bad. Though it was definitely just because you were there.”

“Well, I’m happy I could be of service,” she teases.

On the way home they stop at your favorite restaurant and bring home a veritable feast — Christmas shopping apparently works up an appetite.

Gifts securely hidden away, they spend the rest of that night cuddling with you on the couch, eating dinner and watching all the cheesy Christmas movies you want.

17.) Ice Skating 🥰

“How are you so good at this?” Austin said, exchanging surprised glances with Olivia as they took in the way you glided across the ice like it was nothing.

Sure, you had sounded incredibly excited when you suggested an ice skating date that weekend, but neither of your partners had expected… this.

“I dunno,” you shrugged, facing them with a grin as you turned smoothly into a backwards glide on the less crowded portion of the rink. “I grew up with ice skating lessons and went to open skate at the rink back home pretty much every weekend when I was a kid. Guess some of it just stuck with me.”

Slowing down, you moved so you were skating alongside your partners, assessing how they were doing so far. Olivia was doing fairly well, she was confident enough to move away from the wall lining the ice a bit, but Austin… sweet California born-and-raised Austin was struggling, clinging to the wall for support, though he was clearly trying to make it seem like he was against the wall on purpose.

Exchanging amused glances with your girlfriend, you moved so you were skating between them, linking hands so both of them had support from you.

“Don’t worry, we’ve got you Aus,” you teased gently, adding a squeeze of your hand so he knew you were being genuine, that you would be there if he needed you.

“Thank you, sweetheart, I appreciate it,” he laughed, returning the squeeze, which soon turned into a chain of hand squeezes between the three of you as you tried to tease each other while keeping your balance, eventually ending with the three of you collapsing into giggles as you glided aimlessly along the wall.

Soon, though, you could sense that both Austin and Olivia were getting tired, and you suggested stopping for the day and grabbing some hot chocolate at the stand nearby to warm up. They took your suggestion gratefully, and you soon found yourself squashed between them on a bench just outside the rink, each of you holding a cup of steaming hot chocolate.

“This was fun, baby,” Olivia said, tucking a stray wisp of hair back into your hat from where it had escaped, “Thank you for suggesting it.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” you smiled, leaning to rest your head oh her shoulder, her faux-fur lined hood proving a more than satisfactory pillow.

Your head shot right back up, however, as you perked up seeing the Zamboni come out to clean up the ice. You were hit with a sudden longing to get back out onto the rink. It had been so long since you’d skated on glass-smooth ice…

Your excitement isn’t lost on your partners, as Austin nudges your shoulder with a knowing smile.

“Go on, get back out there. I know you want to.”

You turn to see Olivia giving you a grin matching Austin’s, and she takes your hot chocolate from your hands gently. “Go ahead sweetheart, give us a show,” she teases gently.

You feel your face heat up, a sweet, warm feeling that has nothing to do with the hot chocolate spreading throughout your body as you realize just how easily your partners can read you.

“Fine, fine, if you insist,” you playfully sigh, quickly slipping back into your skates and making your way back to the ice.

It’s late, and everyone else seems to have left for the evening. It’s just the three of you left as you step onto the ice and begin to glide, unable to stop a smile spreading across your face at how your movements are that much smoother and cleaner on recently swept ice. You feel Austin and Olivia’s eyes on you, and you let out a laugh as you hear them whooping and cheering for you as if you’re an Olympic skater. You warm up with a few laps around the rink, playfully blowing kisses to them every time you pass.

You decide to show off for them a little by doing a few of the jumps you remember from when you were younger, and though you don’t quite stick the landing on all of them, you know Austin and a Olivia are incredibly impressed, if their dropped jaws are anything to go off of.

Eventually you come off the ice, beaming, a rosy glow in your cheeks.

Your partners come to meet you, Olivia still holding your abandoned hot chocolate.

“So that was…” Austin begins, somewhat speechless.

“Incredible!” Olivia shrieks as you untie your rented skates and slip back into your winter boots. “Babe, how come you never told us you could do that?”

You shrug shyly, “I guess it just never came up?”

“Well we definitely need to go ice skating more often,” Austin says, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you close as you make your way back to the car, “Especially if we’re gonna get a show like that every time.”

You feel your face heat up even more as the two of them shower you with praise, and you decide to turn the attention back to them.

“Well I’m just glad I got to spend today with my two favorite people in the world,” you say, squeezing their hands clasped in yours, “I love you guys.”

“We love you, too,” they murmur, and as snow begins to fall on a moonlit winter night, you pull each of them in for a sweet kiss, joy filling your chest with warmth.

[pyrovilian]

RULES: Answer 30 questions and tag 20 blogs you are contractually obligated to know better.

i was tagged by @stolligaseptember <33!

1. Name/Nickname: Anna, don’t have any nicknames :(

2. Gender: woman (I think)

3. Star sign: Capricorn babey!!

4. Height: 161 cm

5. Time: 21:34

6. Birthday: January 12th

7. Favourite bands: hgghhmmm??? The lumineers, abba<33, Florence and the machine (is that a band?? Do they count?? I’m uncultured)

8. Favourite solo artists: the tallest man on earth<33, Mitski, Elton John, Helen hot woman Sjöholm, Monica Zetterlund my beloved

9. Song stuck in my head: Francis Forever

10. Last movie: Probably Rocketman I think am not sure

11. Last show: Just finished Anne With an E Netflix (my beloved, I cry so much everytime) and am now watching (finally) Star Trek the next generation

12. When did I create this blog: 2014

13. What I post: fandom that changes like every three months, stuff that I find funny and stuff I like, my blog is exclusively for ME I’m sorry babeys

14. Last thing googled: “Knugen mössa” (u should google it for some funny pictures of the king of Sweden in hats)

15. Other blogs: so many but I don’t use any of them

16. Do I get asks: sometimes yeah

17. Why I chose my url: had to switch away from a h*rr* p*tt*r url and this is my name on ff.net and ao3

18. Following: 806 most are like dead blogs cause I started following them in 2014

19. Followers: 355 most are also dead blogs since they started following me in 2014

20. Average hours of sleep: 7 hours 30 minutes

21. Lucky number: I do not have one

22. Instruments: can in theory play the piano, I have a bass that I am trying slightly to learn how to play but also I haven’t touched it in weeks, it’s not an instrument but what I mainly do is sing

23. What am I wearing: Sleepy time clothes! A Big blue t-shirt and black bootcut velour sweatpants (with pockets!!)

24. Dream trip: god I am planning a train trip round Europe with a friend but what I really wanna do rn is go somewhere warm at a nice hotel and swim and tan and drink fruity drinks all day god I want THE SUn and a POOL ahhhhh and the OCEAN and like a massages god god god give me a proper vacation give me VACCINE

25. Favourite food: hgmmmm,,, SWEDISH waffles with whipped cream and raspberry jam and or salmon sushi

26. Nationality: swedish

27. Favourite song: the gardener by tallest man on earth it has been on my top 100 Spotify since Spotify started top 100

28. Last book read: I think it was the last Todhunter Moon book,,, I haven’t read since last summer but I got Good Omens for my birthday am gonna try to read it as soon as I have the time

29. Top three fictional universes I’d like to live in: okokok GOOD question let’s see the fault in our stars I wanna live in a world where champagne tastes like fireworks, the wolves of mercy falls I wanna taste that amazing hot chocolate, lotr I wanna be a really tall elf I envy the height and the hair and I wanna live forever, also there’s proobably good food there as well (do we sense a pattern? yes)

30. Favourite color: I am constantly surrounding myself with blue cause it matches my eyes but sunshine that’s my favourite colour madam sun I love u!!!

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[vodkassassin]

Can I hope for a little cucumber plane ficlet?? If it's eating me this much idk how much it's devouring u. No pressure tho

Dw my darling anon I gotcha back ;3

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“You remind me of my husband.” Shen Qingqiu says one day, out of the blue, as he’s sipping his tea and watching Shang Qinghua do paperwork.

Shang Qinghua pauses. He lifts his brush up and away from the paper so that no excess ink drops and ruins all his work, and pin his bestie with a hard look.

“I’d hope so?” He says flatly, puzzled. “Because … we are married…. How many husbands do you got, bro?”

“I think the fact that we’re married and you still call me bro is grounds for a divorce,” Shen Qingqiu promptly replies, as usual. “No, I mean, in my last life. Back in… you know. Modern times.”

Shang Qinghua is quiet. Then, “You were… married before?”

“Yeah? I’m a total catch, you’re not special.” Shen Qingqiu scoffs, and then hurriedly adds, before Shang Qinghua has the chance to pull out the Devastating Broken-hearted Puppy Eyes — don’t give him that look. his husband had coined the term, not him — “Shut up, obviously you are or I wouldn’t have married you. But, yes. you’re my second husband. If we’re counting my past life. Which we are.”

“If we’re counting past lives, from before,” Shang Qinghua says slowly, setting aside his brush, “then you’re not my first husband either.”

There is a beat of silence.

“I think I shouldn’t be as surprised as I am to hear that, considering I married you myself here,” Shen Qingqiu says, after a long moment. “But, still. You?”

“What? I’m a catch,” Shang Qinghua defends mockingly, voice dry.

“I know that, shut up,” his husband smacks out at him absently with his fan, a thoughtful look overcoming his face as he stares across the room at the wall. “What was he like, then?”

A little awkwardly, Shang Qinghua shrugs. “Um. Well. You, I guess.”

Shen Qingqiu turns to look at him, eyebrow raised. “You really only have one type, don’t you?”

“You only have one type!” Shang Qinghua raises his hands and gestures air quotes with his fingers. “‘You remind me of my past husband.’ How can I remind you of someone I’m not like? You’re a hypocrite.”

“A hypocrite who is your type.” Shen Qingqiu points out. “What did he do?”

“Nothing, he was a spoiled rich trust fun baby and I had to teach him all about memes so he wouldn’t embarrass me in public. He didn’t know memes, bro, can you believe it? Lived under a rock before I saved him. At least you know about memes.”

“I’m glad I’m apparently a step up from your last marriage.” Shen Qingqiu says, dry as a desert.

“What did your husband do?”

Shen Qingqiu pats at his lips with the folded end of his fan. It’s a tiny fidget but it’s a cute as hell habit and Shang Qinghua loves watching him. “He was still going to college, when I died. Majoring in business and management. He did something on the side to make some extra cash because he refused to let me carry us with the money I got from my parents, but he’d never tell me what it was.”

“Oh.” Shang Qinghua says. He picks up his brush again, fully intending to return to the report he was marking over, when he stops. Sets the brush back down. “Wait.”

“Hm?” Shen Qingqiu blinks at him, head tilted. Adorable as hell. Shang Qinghua shakes his head slowly.

“Bro.” He says. “Husband. Love of my life, of my — What, might I ask, was your name? Back then?”

The slow and idle flapping of Shen Qingqiu’s fan slows to a stop. “What?”

“Just — Just humor me.”

“Okay,” his husband — his husband, wait wait wait, his??? Husband??? — says, slowly, like he thinks he’s stupid. “Shen Yuan.”

Shang Qinghua picks up his calligraphy brush and throws it across the room. It paints a long, thin black line down the wall. He picks up the ink stone and chucks it after it for good measure.

“Ummm, Airplane, what—?”

“Bitch!” He says, pointing a finger at his fucking husband accusingly. “We’re both stupid!”

“Um, slut? Don’t insult me without telling me why!”

“My name back then,” Shang Qinghua wails, tugging uselessly on his own bangs, “it was Shang Lei!��

Shen Qingqiu — Shen Goddamn Yuan — blinks. And then he splutters.

“Fucking what!” He shrieks.

“I married you,” Shang Qinghua groans, bending over to slam his face into his desk, and likely getting the ink he had painstakingly brushed over the report smeared all over his face, “twice!”

It takes a while, all afternoon and evening really, for the both of them to finally calm down. They’re still mindblown when they cuddle up in bed that night, but when Shen Yuan curls in to stick the frozen tip of his nose to Shang Qinghua’s neck like the icy bitch he is and always has been, he sighs.

“It’s gotta mean something, that in an entirely new universe we still ended up together without actually meaning to.” He says, and Shang Qinghua can feel the man’s smile against his skin as he wraps his arms around him. “Are we in a goddamn soulmate fanfic or something?”

“Aw, babe,” Shang Qinghua nuzzles downward and peppers his husband’s face with kisses. “That’s the sweetest thing you’ve ever said to me!”

“Don’t fucking tell anyone.”

“Nobody would believe me even if I did!”

“What’s that suppose to mean?!”

[gojology]

Let Me Spoil You. (18+) (NSFW)

𝑨𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓'𝒔 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆 | I AM FEEDING U GUYS SO GOOD ???? holy mother of a goose i poured my blood sweat and tears into this, bumping to yung gravy as i write this so u alrdy know this is gonna be a banger!!! also i didn’t edit at all and i got so lazy at the end n i didnt wanna scrap this so uhh sorry if its bad 𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 | Dom Gojo x Sub Female Reader 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝑪𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 | 3683 𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 | Dub-Con (I think?) Inexperienced Virgin Reader, Somnophilia, Degradation, Dom/Sub, Edging, Begging, Spitting 𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 | It’s your one month anniversary, and you really don’t like Gojo spoiling you, Gojo gets frustrated, he teaches you a lesson.    A soft orange filter glazed the bathroom, a humid breeze blowing in weakly from the window that was always open, no matter what. The shower head lightly sprinkled on you, mumbling curses to the shower head, you swatted, and lightly tapped it a few times before you realized you had to change the water pressure.     Facepalming, you hadn’t realized that you had changed the water pressure to ungodly levels. It was too late when you had realized, the water shot at your face, practically pushing you back. Water droplets adorned your cheeks, and your hair suddenly decreased in volume.     Gasping for air, you used your arm to wipe your eyes and quickly turned the temperature up to anything other than the freezing bitter cold, you stretched, indulging in the refreshing, hot water.    You had just gone out with Gojo for a luxurious dinner, even though it wasn’t quite your style, Gojo had insisted on taking you out to a fine-dining establishment. Small cuts of steak, with absurdly expensive champagne on the side, and of course, Gojo’s favorite, absurdly expensive desserts.    It had been almost a month since you had began to go out with him, and he had tried treating you like a princess ever since. Anything you set your eyes on, he offered to buy it, whipping out a black leather wallet that was close to snapping. Thick wads of cash sat untouched, and you always politely declined.     He had always argued with you, telling you that it was a given for significant others to spoil their loved ones. You always brushed it off, but in the latest argument between you two, Gojo was persistent, insisting that you were to dress in your finest and so that he could, “finally spoil my babygirl.”     You could still remember how the conversation went.     “No, Satoru.” you scoffed, turning to face him, leaning on the counter. Your arms crossed over your chest, “We can get JUST as good food if we order take out or some shit.”     “Listen, sweetheart,” he immediately rushed over, his hand on your ass, rubbing up and down, his other caressing your neck. “It’s nothing on me financially, I can handle it, I want to spoil you princess.”     You shook your head, looking down. He took his hand off your neck and rubbed his.     “I rarely get to spend time with you, between the meetings and the missions and training Yuuji, so let me do it just this once, is that okay, pumpkin? Besides, what do you lose from this? I made the reservation too, so we don’t have to wait. It’s a win win~”    You glanced up, before looking down again, ruffling your hair. An awkward silence grew between you two.    What did you lose from this? Even though Gojo was absolutely loaded, you still felt terrible spending money for unnecessary shit.    He looked at you, placing his hand on his chin, he looked like he was thinking, which was unusual, because the guy was as dumb as a snail sometimes. He let out a small “hm” stroking his chin as if he was debating with world renowned scholars before finally opening his mouth, “Oooooooooh, I get it now!”     You sighed, so dramatic.    He leaned forward, you always forgot how ridiculously tall he was, and how much he loomed over your figure. “Babe, don’t feel bad.” he tipped your chin upward so he could look you in the eye, even though he was quite literally wearing his blindfold, “this has been our 1 month anniversary, and what’s an anniversary without spending money on unnecessary shit?”    “I mean, I guess..”    Hesitantly agreeing, he shoved you upstairs into his room (and yours as well!) to throw on the best formal looking outfit you could find last minute. Digging through the drawers, you found a skin-tight black sundress that you had paired with a  layered delicate necklace Gojo had gifted you on your second week of dating. Hastily throwing on gold rings and a gold anklet just for the fun of it, you fluffed up your hair. You looked at your black high heels.    Hey, if you were gonna be so lavish looking, why not go all out?    You regretted that train of thought later on, and wondered why you didn’t just pull up in a simple white t-shirt.     Regardless, it was worth it at the end. Gojo looked stunning that night. Swapping out the regular blindfold for a pair of black sunglasses, it accentuated his chiseled features even more. His hair wasn’t what it was usually, it wasn’t spiked up at all. Instead, he wore it down. It looked much softer, and it framed his face perfectly. He wore a buttoned down dress shirt, and you felt your heart swell when other woman watched him walk by, their faces faltering when they realized his arm around your waist.     He even went to the extent of pulling the chairs out for you, and opening the car door, as if you were truly a princess. Admittedly, you found yourself enjoying the fine dining, even with the ridiculously small portions. The atmosphere, and the pampering from the waiters had grown on you.    While thinking about the events of your anniversary, the door creaked opened, Gojo’s head peaked just above the foggy glass doors of the shower.     You slightly slid the door open just a crack, you knew that most couples would immediately open the door and have their arms out, waiting for their significant other to immediately pleasure them in the shower, but you hadn’t done anything like that with Gojo yet.     Instantly met with his incredibly toned body, glowing in the hazy amber light from the window, you gulped. A towel draped over his veiny arms, and an incredibly large t-shirt with panties in the other.     You quickly realized the t-shirt as the one Gojo often wore, you had never worn one of his t-shirts before.    The endless missions had obviously done him well, he looked like he was sculpted from marble, a gift from heaven. Arms strong enough to hold the world, you wondered what it would be like to have him carry you around.     Your face flushed a bright red, you didn’t even know what it was like to be carried by him, the furthest you both went was making out, and even you had found yourself being too bad at it to do it consistently.     Lost in thought, you didn’t even realize what Gojo was saying. “Sugarplum? I got your clothes.” he murmured softly, setting the towel and clothes down.     Your breath hitched, watching his head turn to face the shower. Instantaneously looking down at your face peeking through.    You were never gonna hear the end of this one.    A small smile spread across his face, before disappearing into a large cocky smirk, now that he had realized what you were looking at. “It’s okay, I understand, pumpkin. Not many have the courage to tell me face to face that I’m the best. In terms of strength, and looks, and everything.”     You stuck out your tongue, blowing a raspberry.     “Fuck off, idiot, I’m trying to shower!”     “Ouch! I didn’t say that when you were ogling at my body, didn’t I? That really hurt my feelings, weren’t you ever taught the golden rule?”     His hand wove through his hair, and you couldn’t help realize how soft it looked without all the gel holding the iconic spikes together.    “Treat others how you want to be treated.” he winked.    Your mouth sealed shut, accepting your defeat, you slid the glass door shut loudly.     You heard loud booming laughter go down the hallway, gradually getting quieter and quieter before exhaling a sigh of relief as you continued to shower.     You couldn’t help but think about your boyfriend’s body once more, it seemed like a dream. Was he really yours? He had the body of a super model and he settled with you and not some ridiculously pretty girl?     Anyone would take advantage of such a handsome boyfriend, showing him off for the world to see.    You felt an unfamiliar throb between your legs, you looked down, head tilted to the side while also simultaneously furiously washing your hair.    You hadn’t felt this throbbing too much, it was almost like a yearning, and you were almost sure you knew what it was, but you didn’t quite want to admit it yet.    Shaking your head furiously, you wanted to finish your shower before anything else. Ignoring the obvious. ‧₊˚✩彡.    Rubbing your hair with your towel, you had thrown on the t-shirt and panties, cursing Gojo silently for not giving you a pair of shorts. Rummaging through the drawers in your room, Gojo suddenly appeared in the hallway.    “What are you looking for, love?” he leaned on the doorway, cocking his head to his side with a mischievous grin.    “Why don’t you ask yourself, considering that you were the one who gave me my clothes.” you scoffed, pushing the drawer you were searching for back and moving on to the next. You had forgotten which drawer had your pants, vivid images of Gojo’s body echoing through your mind.    “Your pants are on the left of the drawer.” he strode over to the king-sized bed, the mattress sinking down as he sat. “What are you thinking about?”    You scoffed again, looking at him with a side eye. “I’m not thinking of anything? What are you talking about?” 

   “Whenever you think, you forget literally everything around you.”

   Cursing the Gojo clan for ever birthing such a smart yet stupid child, you twirled around with a pair of shorts now in hand. “I do not!”

   “Yeah? Okay lil girl. Oh no, you’re not wearing those.” 

   You felt a throb yet again when you heard him call you lil girl. He snatched the pair of shorts up, dangling it just above your head. “Can’t I ever have my girlfriend wear something remotely sexy? I love your body. I want to see it all in its glory.” He placed it back into the drawer neatly.

   You froze. He was being incredibly straightforward, which wasn’t unlike Gojo, but you didn’t think he would make such large advancements. His arms snaked around your waist without you even realizing, breathing heavily as he placed your ass on his lap. 

   Readjusting to the new position, you looked up, fear and excitement brewing inside of you, was this going to be your first time having sex? You leaned in for a kiss.

   Just as he was about to give you a taste of his lips once again, a loud ringtone sounded. 

   “Fuck.” he cursed to himself, digging into his pockets and whipping out his phone, he gestured for you to be quiet. You whined a little, you had now realized what you were throbbing for.

   “Hello?” Gojo cocked his head to his side, placing the phone right next to his ear as it dangerously rested on his shoulder. A disgruntled look in his face, one hand squishing your ass. 

   “Mmmmmm, yeah, okay.” he placed the phone down on the covers, looking down to you, eye to eye.

   “That was a call from Ijichi, there’s some crazy shit going on somewhere, I have to take an emergency business trip.” he kissed your forehead gently, “I love you okay?” 

   Disappointed with the outcome, you nodded. He gave you a gentle few pats on your back before standing up, gently rolling you over on the bed, and rummaging through the drawers for his work uniform.  

   “As he casually undressed in front of you, you obviously stared, savoring the last few minutes of his body before he would disappear for the next few days, or maybe even weeks, or a month. 

   He looked back on you, just as he was entering the hallway. 

   “You forgot to say I love you.” 

   Looking up, you cursed to yourself, he didn’t have the usual playful cocky grin, now replaced with a worried one. 

   “I love you too.”

‧₊˚✩彡.

   It had now been a week since your 1 month anniversary, you had been blue balled so badly, it almost hurt. You were laying down on your bed, looking at the curtains flutter as a casual wind blew into the room. The sun was setting, and a beautiful dark blue canvas dotted with stars was sure to appear. 

   You had tried holding off, ignoring your walls desperately wrapping around something that wasn’t there. Constantly looking down, seeing that your panties were obviously soaked. The dreams weren’t helping either, Satoru had been appearing in your dreams and doing things that even he would be weirded out by, and he had seen some shit.

   Your arm snaked down to your panties, hand underneath the fabric. You breathed a sigh of relief as your unexperienced fingers circled your entrance, enjoying the slight tease. You heard the slight suckle of your walls around your fingers, enjoying the full feeling. 

   Yet you knew that this wasn’t the extent of things, you knew that there were much bigger, capable of reaching places you wouldn’t even dream of reaching. But you enjoyed the small amounts of pleasure anyways.

   You pulled your panties down, throwing it into the laundry basket and cursing yourself for making it so wet. Slowly thrusting in and out with the finger, you sighed a breath of relief. 

   “Fuck.” you gasped, as a white fluid pooled out of you onto the sheets. You cursed harder to yourself, realizing now that you had to wash them. 

   “Shit.” you couldn’t quite stop there though, you had even more aching between your legs, and you had to satisfy your cravings, you didn’t even know when Gojo would come home. 

   You gasped more, a second round of white fluids flowed out of you. The yearnings now gone, you yanked a tissue out of the tissue box, wiping your finger on it, too lazy to get up, you would worry about the cum later. Drifting off into a heavy sleep, dreaming once again about the ungodly things you wanted Gojo to do to you.

‧₊˚✩彡.

   “Gojo, s-stop.” you looked up at him as you sat on his lap, his fingers coated with your slick. His other hand played with the hem of your skirt. Not responding, he continued to quietly fingering you. 

   You quickly put a hand over your mouth, letting out a muffled moan, he snickered a little, before pulling out his fingers. 

   You whined a bit, earning a stare from a few people. Looking up at him with puppy eyes, you felt yourself wrapping around air.

   He sadistically smiled. You wondered how his eyes would look right now, unable to look at him because of his blindfold. 

   “Beg for it, slut.” he silently whispered, teasing your entrance. You let out a little whimper again, how were you to be quiet when he was doing all this to you?

   You opened your mouth slightly, about to beg, before being shut down completely as he shoved 3 fingers into you. 

   You let out a loud squeak, the whole restaurant now staring at you, eyeing you even across the room with displeased faces. You looked down, embarrassed. 

   He was now laughing at you, you looked up to him about to silently chew him out. Before opening your mouth, you were transported into a bright room. 

‧₊˚✩彡.

   Your eyes blinked, readjusting to the brightness. You realized that your legs were slightly colder then your upper half, realizing that you were completely naked down there. You blinked furiously, looking around, seeing someone’s incredibly muscular chest, with unmistakable white hair. 

   Rubbing your eyes, making sure that you weren’t seeing things, you mumbled, “Gojo?” 

   You felt something squirm around inside of you, letting out a loud moan as it pulled out. 

   “Hm?” he murmured sleepily, you looked down.

   Putting two and two together, his incredibly long fingers were glistening with a wetness. He shuffled a bit before finally sucking and licking his fingers, looking at you directly in the eye while doing so. 

   “What’s wrong, slut?” he smiled deviously again, resting his chin on your shoulder before thrusting 2 fingers back inside of you again. Curling them inside of you, indulging in the toe curling scream you made. 

   “Gojo! You’re...” he pulled his fingers out before you could finish, adding another finger, he was now up to 3.

   “FUCK, SATORU!”    With a lustrous glint in his eyes, he shoved his thumb and index finger into your mouth.     “That’s daddy to you, and look at your body. It’s practically begging for my cock by now. Oh princess, did I play with you for too long?” he slipped his fingers out of your needy pussy, smiling into your hair.     “Want daddy to fuck you?”    Your mouth suddenly dry, you looked at his neck. Not knowing how to respond, you nodded vigorously, sucking on his fingers.    He tipped your chin to look upwards at his face, staring directly into his aquamarine eyes.     “Use your words, whore. Or you’re not getting shit.” he pulled his fingers out of your mouth.     You coughed and spluttered into your arm, tears forming at the corner of your eyes.     His eyes went softer, pulling you into his chest. “Oh sweetheart, did I go too rough on you?”     You shook your head, before shakily replying, “I-I was just surprised y-you came e-early from the mission a-and...” you took a deep breath in, “I was... unp-prepared.    Before he could reply, you blurted out,    “P-please, daddy, use my tight l-little holes. I’m all yours to u-use.”     He smiled, “What a cute slut. You want me to spoil you, don’t you?”     You nodded, now rubbing your thighs together. Your slick coated your inner thigh and your breathing was getting hot.     “How come when I offered to, you didn’t want to obey me?”     “Y-you can’t compare the two-”    He spat into your open mouth. Smiling a bit when he realized that you had swallowed it, looking at him with even wider puppy eyes.    “No talking back, repeat after me, lil girl. When daddy wants to spoil me, I will let him spoil me.”     “W-when daddy wants to s-spoil me, I...” you took a shaky breath in, “I’ll let him spoil m-me.”     “That’s a good girl. Now turn to look at the wall.” he calmly replied, you obeyed, looking at the wall, anticipating for whatever happened next.     You felt something big touch your entrance. Something unnecessarily big, you whimpered. Realizing it was Gojo’s dick.     He chuckled a bit, smiling into your neck and then giving it a light suck. “It’s okay princess, this is your first isn’t it? I’ll make you into my cumslut afterwards. I’ll go nice and easy.”   Heaving a bit, he thrusted a little inside of you. You held your breath.     Strangely, it didn’t hurt at all. Even with the contrast between his incredibly thick and large cock, to your inexperienced, tight walls.     “Missy, you’re so wet.” huskily muttering into your ear, “almost like you’re milking my cock. So tight.”    He grunted, repositioning myself and letting out a small, “Fuck.” as he did so. You whined as he gradually put more and more of him inside of you.     You tightened around his cock, drooling as you did so. You didn’t realize your mouth was open.     “Babe, I can barely fucking pull out.” Gojo said, while he played with your hair, stroking your cheek.     “W-why not?”     “Nothing other then the fact that, a) you’re too tight around me, and b) you’re clenching incredibly hard for no real reason.” he once again, shoved his thumb and index finger for you to suck on, the other playing with your breast, his thumb rolling over your nipple.     “Just relax, baby. Let daddy do all the work, okay?”     You weakly nodded, as he finished shoving the last of his length inside of you. Whimpering, and yanking your pillow out from its normal position to hug it.     You felt him pull out, and he slammed back inside of you once again.     You swore to God that you saw the light, a wave of pleasure and your body going numb as he did so. Letting out a shrill squeak, you hugged your pillow as hard as you can, your juices flowing down into the bed now, leaving an evident trail of where it once came from.    Gojo grunted, snuggling deeper into your body. There was barely any space between the two of you, but you still didn’t feel close enough.     The room was filled with the sound of sticky skin against stinky skin, panting, and moans. You felt every. single. bit. of him.     Now, he had begun to quicken his pace, slamming into your body more often, sending waves of pleasure inside of you. His hair stuck to his neck, sweat pouring down his body, whispering sweet nothings into your ear.     “Fuck. Fuck, fuck fuck, I want to cum inside of you so badly, love.” he panted out of breath.     You whimpered, still unable to speak due to his fingers you were harshly sucking all this time. He laughed in response, before finally pulling out.     In a blink of an eye, he shot ropes of cum on your stomach, panting. You had finally gotten a good view of his cock, big was an understatement. Veins decorated the side of it, and the tip was a rosy pink.     “Lick some cum off of your pretty stomach, princess. I wanna see how pretty you look while doing so.”    Both of you breathing heavily, sweat dampening the sheets, his eyes bore into you. You gulped, even though you had done something so intimate with him, dominant Gojo was nothing to mess with.     You scooped some of his cum up with your finger and sucked on it, looking at him the whole time.     He grunted with approval, giving you a nice headrub.     “Well would you look at that.” he glanced at the wall, “it’s already morning. Wanna take a shower together, lil girl?”    On any other day, you’d make up an excuse, but you figured that you’d get fucked even harder if you told him you didn’t want to.     “Okay, daddy.”     “Good girl.”          

[arcadejohn127-9]

ok so,,, *slides u mc idea* (YOU DON'T HAVE TO DO THIS IF YOU DON'T WANT TO!!! I JUST WANTED TO SHARE THIS!!!)

MC that doesn't have any energy during the day, just moping around all tired. But from like, 12 AM to 6 AM, really energized and would go out and do the most Chaotic Shit TM. You know when you just come up with some crack idea at 2 AM? MC every goddamn night. Probably tried making a bathtub fly.

(if you do want to do this, please do the brothers and the undateables ^^)

XD WHY IS THIS ME???!!!!! I'm always so tired and never leave my bed but it could be 1 am and suddenly I rise from the dead and just do random things around the house

Though these aren't chaotic, mostly just the boys trying to stop you as they're tired and want to sleep but you're messing around too much. I tried to base it off my own activities and things that would seem funny - sorry if you wanted something more chaotic but I couldn't think of anything

Lucifer:

When he learned about your strange late morning/early morning shenanigans

He saw it was a way for you to finally get your school work done

Every room - and I mean EVERY - had a textbook from your different class with notes, he goes to bed late so he put them their before he tucked in for the night

He could hear your distress at the continuous reminder of work you needed to do

You knew this was his work so you went to his room

Climbing on his bed and just walked over his body

"Stop it, I'm trying to learn how to replicate the set ups from home alone."

"You can do that after doing your coursework, I'm being merciful with you, don't push it."

You just threw yourself down beside him

Pretending to suddenly fall asleep and began to loudly fake snore

You remained like that whilst Lucifer tried to ignore you

He took this as a sign of war

He was going to monitor you all day if he has to, he refuses to let your bad grades affect their image

But you got bored of snoring and left

He felt relief; his desire to sleep over weighing his desire to force you to study

When you came back with a toy gun you altered to shoot golf balls he knew thing's weren't going well

"The-more-you-pressure-me-the-more-I-won't-study."

You shot at his lower body between each words

This was definitely war

Mammon:

He was sleeping just fine until he heard his car rev up

He bolted awake and saw that his car was on, a string of curses coming from inside

He knew of your weird habit of becoming energised at ridiculous times but he wasn't expecting you to do this

He could tell it was you by your voice

He stormed up the stairs towards his car

"Oi! What are you doing in my car? Go to bed!"

You finally were able to turn off the car, just leaning on the wheel casually as if you didn't just accidentally turn it on

"I'm just cruising~ nothing to see here!"

He wasn't amused

He got you out of his car and strung you over his shoulder, scolding you for being so irresponsible and slightly bragging about how much trouble you'd be in if it weren't for him

You tried to explain you were just pretending to drive but you saw the keys still inside and got curious

He just threw you on his bed and held you, hiding his blush in his pillow

You let him fall asleep but when you tried to escape it ended up with your shoulders in a head lock and your ass stuck in the air

It seems your productive night has came to an end

Levithan:

It was a fifty - fifty chance that levithan was awake or not

But Lucifer gave him an earful about staying up late as it's effecting grades

So you betted he was asleep and your desire to game and wonder aroulnd his room set itself in motion

What made it awkward, was when you came in you heard a suspicious girly moan come from his headphones

You both just stared at each other, unmoving

"Uh- this isn't- this is just a dream, this is definitely not happening."

You checked out the game he was playing; recognizing it to be a dating sim he's been following the development of

You just nodded, shuffling over to his set up

"Scoot over dream levi, I wanna see the hot babes."

He got even more embarassed; face completely red as you sat on your player 2 chair

You put your hand on his, forcing his finger to click the mouse and watched what was happening on screen, listening to the loud music from his headphones

Luckily, the voice acting was just suspicious - like most animes - and it was a fairly cute game

You did end up swirling around in your chair aroulnd his room

Both of you coming up with strategies to get the best girl to like you

Though, too much moving and spinning made you and the chair fall over

You bonked Into his bathtub, your ribs squishing against the rim after the trip

Levi let you make all the gaming decisions to make up for it

Satan:

He planned to have some late night reading, hoping it'll make him tired enough to actually sleep

He found you sitting on the floor in the library

Torn books and littered paper was surrounding you

Then he noticed the paper stars and cranes pouring out from your lap as you froze mid fold

"That's....a thousand stars and cranes - where did you get all this paper from?"

"......the books belonged to me before you assume anything!"

He slowly nodded

He wasn't a fan of the destruction of books but they were yours so he couldn't say anything

He felt odd just leaving you in the barely lit library

Just folding paper who knows how long

He asked if you were hungry, guessing you've been awake for a long time

You just shoved paper into your mouth and began chewing

He was horrified

You immediately spat it out, cringing

"that was a bad idea.... that was gross."

He's going to get you food

When he came back he felt more energised; walking around will do that for you

So he decided to just stay with you whilst you folded the many pages of your destroyed books

It was around 6 am when you finally yawned; Satan fell asleep already

You looked at the fire place, your tired brain screaming for arson

He woke up as he heard your fits of poorly muffled giggles

You were throwing your stars in the fire as you sat a fair distance from it

When you threw the cranes, accepting some didn't fly far enough and didn't burn, he asked what you were doing

"It's survival of the fittest, only the strongest cranes survive in this paper world."

Asmodeus:

You were already in his room, you've been sleeping in it almost all day

So when you finally got out you looked around, spotting the makeup kit he got in a sponsorship

He lets his brother's or you use it as it's a spare

But if you touch his stuff; you will perish

So you decided to use that one, practising all sorts of looks and tried not to laugh when you made yourself a clown

You decided to stay in the clown makeup and go into his practice room

What was his practice room?

Well, he hates exercising Infront of people as he'll be sweaty and his hair will get ruined

So that's where he goes but the real magic was the pole in the middle of it

You felt a spark of inspiration

Looking up tutorials on your phone on how to pole dance

It did not go great

You were sliding too fast

Falling over and when you tried to spin, you would just get stuck

"I love you but if you keep disturbing my beauty sleep I will throw you out the window."

He was grouchy; his hair was barely smoothed out and arms crossed

You hugged the pole you were slowly sliding down; a long loud screech coming down

You definitely felt like a clown

"Sorry- you look handsome already so is there really any need for beauty sleep?"

He blushed, agreeing he was beautiful before giving you a "I will end you" smile

You got the hint, flattery wasn't going to work

Perhaps your pole dancing adventures can wait

Beezlebub:

He was aware of your strange energy burst at night, you were talking about it with him the other day

He's been wondering if he would ever spot you and tonight he did

He found you in the kitchen

Just chipping away at the frost on the top of the freezer trays with a small knife

He crouched down behind you, picking you up

Beel let you sit on his thigh and began to eat anything he could get his hands on

Meanwhile you were aggressively stabbing the formed ice

"Why are you doing that?"

He grabbed a handful of the ice chunks that fell from your stabbing

"Not sure what I want to do tonight and the build up was bothering me."

He didn't need to know anymore, just nodding and letting you do your own thing whilst he ate

He cleared out the entire fridge in no time

Letting you eat anything you wanted whilst you were hard at work

He noticed one part of the ice wasn't giving it to your stabbings

He just gripped it and easily broke it off

You thanked him and ignored how he was able to eat the big block with breaking it

Whenever something was too stubborn he would just break it off for you

It went on like that until you were satisfied

You closed the empty freezer and turned to your assistant

"Good work, but I'll need your help again, I can't reach the top cupboard and I know it's big enough to let me sit in it."

He got to eat more so he had no issue, helping you get into the cupboard once he was done clearing it out

Belphegor:

You were so energised yet you couldn't think of what to do

You put a spell on you to stop you from feeling pain and began to let yourself roly-poly down the hallways

You penciled rolled abit too fast at one pointand ended up thumping down the stairs

You were thankful the spell worked

It got to the point you just kept rolling around until you couldn't anymore

You padded the broom closet

Immediately doing a double take when you noticed a body In the darkness

You went over and turned on the closets light

"is there a reason you're sleeping in the broom closet?"

Belphie was grumbling, trying to hide his face from the light

He glared up at you for disturbing his sleep

"Is there a reason you're rolling around the house?"

"Touchè."

You ended up dragging belphie around the house

You felt like you committed a crime and it was fun

He was fast asleep and you were bored

You dragged him by the ankle and tried to keep his body from banging into anything along the way

You ended up bumping into Beel, he was looking for his twin, and he noticed you were dragging him

Belphie slightly woke up, waving at his brother before going back to sleep

Beel carried the two of you back to the his bedroom; hugging you both

If it weren't for these warm beefy arms you would be free! Free to terrorise all the shadows in the room

You gave up your night activities when even Belphie wrapped an arm around you

UNDATEABLES↓

Diavolo:

Dia was sneaking around the house, hoping not to run into his butler

He didn't want be to be sent back to bed

He was planning to have a light night snack and see how you were going

He knew you were always doing something during the nights, it surprised him when he found out because you were always in bed whenever he saw you

He checked your bedroom and didn't see you in your bed

Suddenly, he noticed a pile of black by his feet

He saw you, scrunched up on your back with the little D's covering your body, all hugging you

"oh! I almost didn't spot you under there, are you alright?"

"I'm great~ you should join me."

The little D's You were able to scratch were purring in their sleep

He found the sight adorable as he crouched down

"I'm teaching them to love me so they can willingly become armour for when I take over the Devildom - we'll be like the rat king!"

He just quietly laughed; the prince helping you pet and scratch the little D's

He agreed you'd make a good ruler

Though he had to force himself to be silent as you started chanting whispers of 'You will be my armor' and 'rat king'

Decided to leave you and your brain washing, going to the kitchen like he intended

Though when he walked past your room again you and the little Ds weren't there

He found you in his room, pouting and dangling off the chandelier

He helped you down, asking what was wrong

You told him the little D's banished you from the cuddle pile because you kept trying to make them move as one being

He patted your head and told you you'll become the overlord some day

Barbatos:

"Why are you making pudding at 3 am?"

He already knew why, just like he knew you were here hence why he visited you

But that didn't stop him from asking

He knew you liked it when he showed his intrigue in things even if he already knew about them

"my hands demand to CREATE- oops sorry - hopefully that didn't wake anyone."

He was always surprised to see you up and about during the nights

He was always the one looking after you in the morningsa; making sure you ate and had a drink

Whilst you just laid in bed, always barely awake and unmotivated

He stayed with you, watching over you as you made your pudding

Making soft spoken discussion as he guided you through any steps you seemed to become hesitant in

You ended up making 10 batches of pudding

Barbatos eating a few whilst he watched you

When you grew bored of pudding making you ate the cups he didn't eat

Saving a few for lord Diavolo in the fridge

He complimented your pudding, telling you that they were very delicious

You felt proud; having a spark to make more food

He told you what would be best during this time of night and helped you

Though it did end up with the both of you covered in flour and barb slipping on a dropped egg

You both thought it was best to clean up and stop for the night

He was very embarassed he made a fool of himself

Solomon:

He didn't expect to find you in his working space

He knew you would be awake but didn't even think of you doing what you're doing right now

"is there a reason you're drinking my potions like their shots? I must say this is rather interesting - how many did you have?"

You wiped your mouth, your hiccup coming out as exploding bubbles

You looked at the small glass viles, and saw ALOT of them empty

More than you realized

"uh- 3?"

he just chuckled, reading the notes you made

The notes was recording what each potion did to you

He was thankful you remembered this was his safe batch

Unknown to him you in fact did NOT remember and was having a Russian roulette game with them

He sat with you, making a cure for your explosive hiccups

You happily drunk it and felt better

He laughed more when he saw your scribbles; drawing what happened to you

Solomon will be making you his potion tester from now one so beware

Simeon:

He was an early riser; awake by 3 am and usually did some writing or watched TV until he got tired again

He had a mug of tea, shuffling through the dorm

He's hung out with you plenty of times whilst you cure your late night boredom

But he was surprised when he saw you in the living room, mini flashlight in your mouth and scrubbing the floors with a sponge mop

"Oh, you don't need to clean - that's very sweet of you but don't you think it's abit early to do this?"

You looked at him, semi blinding him with the flashlight

Immediately took it out of your mouth and apologized

You agreed it was but you wanted to do it as you've been meaning to for the past week

He just nodded, letting you do your own thing whilst he enjoyed his drink

But you suddenly felt awkward; no longer wanting to clean now that someone was in the room

You made your way over to him, climbing on the coffee table and jumping onto the sofa

He was curious on why you weren't doing your thing anymore

"dunno know, just feels awkward when people watch me do stuff."

He suggested leaving you be, saying he'll stay in his room

But now you felt bad because he wanted to rest in the living room

In the end, he helped you clean and you both fell asleep in the bathtub, cuddling up with towels working as padding and a blanket

Luke:

You liked creeping Luke out

It was fun, so far you've convinced them that you're a type of demon that watches bad children whilst they sleep

But really you just wanted to feel like a cryptic, sitting in the corner of his room on a cupboard

It wasn't long for him to wake up from your staring

"I'm going to tell Simeon if you keep staring at me."

You wanted to laugh; he really was a child

Luke wasn't aware that you were a night owl, he just assumed you were always tired and sleeping

He liked to help you around the house and look after you when he could

It almost made you feel had

Almost

He's been extra stubborn about liking the Devildom to the point he's Been insulting his friends and trying to push them away

"Luke, you've been very bad, pushing your friends away just because they're a demon isn't good - embrace your friendships."

You weren't amazing at changing your voice but it seemed to work on him

He complained that it wasn't right for angels and demons to be friends

But you quickly reminded him what this whole exchange program was about

"you have been chosen to help fix the divide between the three realms, just hang out with the people you care about or I'll eat your toes!"

He immediately got scared, scrunching into himself and only peered slightly out of his blanket

He made you promise to leave him alone if he made up with the demons

You agreed, feeling bad for disturbing his sleep but thankful your plan worked

[codenamed-queenie]

#BatsInQuarantine

I am going insane. So I poured my restlessness into one long and very detailed post and got super into it. Please enjoy this hot mess.

The Justice League, being the well-meaning virus-proof Super Friends that they are, took one good look at the news, one good look at their non-powered friends Ollie, Bruce, and their families, and collectively decided that these normal humans must be Protected At All Costs.

Now, keep in mind, Bruce is never one to roll over when it comes to being benched. 

However, he understands the importance of social distancing. He knows he needs to set a good example for his kids, and keep up appearances as Gotham’s Most Responsible Multi-Billionaire. 

So. Quarantine it is. 

But how are his kids handling it?

Dick - 

100% on board in the beginning. Gotta do the Responsible Thing. Gotta set a Good Example. Besides, guys, this is gonna be Fun. Quality Family Time is always a Must.

He lasted 2 days. 

Then he started to get twitchy. 

And as everyone knows? A Trapped Dick Grayson is a Feral Dick Grayson.

He bounces off the walls.

Literally.

“I have to climb.” 

“Dick, no.”  

“I have to climb everything.”

Has scaled the manor 16 times already. Has climbed the chandelier. The banister. Bruce. The roof. The Cave. Anything in the house that’s been bolted down and especially anything that hasn’t. 

Duke found him clinging to the wall 10 ft off the ground like Spiderman and screamed so loud it shattered glass. 

Desperate for news of the outside. 

He thrives off of it like a starving man. 

Was the one to suggest he and Barbara take a break to Social Distance from each other (”Sorry, babe, kissing spreads germs”) and experienced Instant Regret(TM) approximately 5 minutes after. 

The Family has labelled him a Flight Risk Level 1 (Most likely to say f**k it and make a break for the outside world)

Jason - 

Accidentally got trapped inside the manor with the others when Bruce called Shutdown. If he had his way, he’d be chilling in his favorite safe-house right now, binging The Witcher with Roy and Artemis, and not worrying about finding a stray brother in his sock drawer.

But he’s nothing if not an opportunist. 

The way he sees it, Jason has 3 options:

Self Improvement

Self Isolation (See Duke, Cass, and Damian)

Descension Into Madness (See Dick and Steph)

And, well, he always wanted to try a few things. Now he’s got the free time to do it.

So he settles on baking. 

Alfred’s got enough food and raw ingredients stored up to feed an army. (Not because he’s a Panic-Buying-Hoarder in times like these. But because he’s a Panic-Buying-Hoarder all the time. Just try feeding 11+ teenagers sometime.)

Uses recipes he finds off Google.

His first few attempts are, in a word, ‘tragic’.

Alfred slips him a few of his recipe cards, and Jason suddenly starts seeing Results. 

Turns out he’s pretty good at this baking thing once he gets the hang of it. 

Hope everyone’s okay eating nothing but pie, macaroons, biscuits, and whatever else Jason whips up. 

Cause that’s gonna be the only food left by the time he’s done. 

Barbara - 

Self-quarantined with her dad. 

They’ve been binge-watching classic black and white movies together.

It’s a fun time, but she’s started to get a little antsy. Loving her dad and wanting to be around him 24/7 are, understandably, mutually exclusive. 

Calls the manor to video-chat every day.

For her sanity just as much as theirs. 

Gives everyone little challenges to film on their phones and send in. She makes compilations of everyone’s submissions so they can all watch and laugh together. 

Bonus points for Creativity

One comp shows the family trying to drop Mentos into coke bottles. 

Dick did a handstand, and dropped his Mento from the second story balcony. 

Tim did it wearing the Batman cowl. The soda exploded into his face, and the rest of the video is just Bruce’s Shrieking.

Stephanie tried it, but the bottle tipped. Everyone on camera screamed as the bottle rocketed through the front window. 

She spends most of her calls having one-on-one convos with Dick.

They’ve come up with little code phrases so they can be Cheesy even with family members lurking in the background. 

She thinks the way he clings to the monitor is cute. 

Almost like he’s giving her a hug through the screen. 

(It’s easier than letting herself worry about his mental state, at least)

Tim -

Oh this boy.

Freaked out for the first five minutes before he decided ‘hey wait, Bruce is letting me stay in my pajamas all day? Noice.’ 

Now he’s just vibing.

The rest of his family is Low-Key shielding him.

He Has No Spleen, you see.

Steph: “Someone could cough on him and he could die!”

He just goes about his day, playing Animal Crossing like there’s no tomorrow, tinkering on projects, taking naps, etc. Living his best life.

Meanwhile there’s always someone lurking behind him, keeping watch, keeping him safe. 

Dick sneezed within 5 feet of Tim once (the fact that he was on top of the dusty bookshelf Tim was perusing is irrelevant)

Jason still full-body tackled him the second Tim’s back was turned. 

No one with any symptoms--

Like, any symptoms. They don’t even have to be Corona-related.

--is allowed within 10 feet of Tim. 

Tim has been wandering the manor for weeks, now, without seeing another human being. 

(He sees Dick on the ceiling sometimes, but that doesn’t really count)

He’s been trying increasingly drastic pranks and shenanigans to draw someone, anyone, out. 

But it doesn’t matter how many times he steals Damian’s sword, or sets fire to Jason’s brownie bites.

Nobody wants to risk it. 

Cass - 

No one has seen her since quarantine started.

Everyone is approximately 87% sure she’s somewhere in the manor though

Because she does eat the meals Alfred leaves out for her.

Or at least someone does, at any rate. 

(Jason and Santa top the running suspects list)

Santa was Steph’s suggestion. For some reason it snowballed. 

It’s assumed that Cass misunderstood the meaning of ‘social distancing’ and took it too far. 

But no one knows for sure. 

She is Tim’s Guardian Angel. 

People who so much as clear their throats a little too loudly anywhere near him suddenly wake up on a different floor of the house four hours later. 

Duke came closest to spotting her while he was up in the attic. 

Either that, or there’s another Creepy Sister everyone forgot to tell him about living up there.

She is silent, and watchful, sticking to the shadows, but she does leave the occasional note out to brighten her siblings’ day. 

Things like ‘helo i love u’ and ‘hop u ar ok’  mostly. 

She is bound and determined to protect her family from this invisible threat, no matter the cost. 

Steph - 

Like Dick, she was Super Pumped at first. 

(Just kind of showed up at Wayne Manor before quarantine was enacted. The original purpose of her visit is unclear, but regardless, she’s Trapped.)

Also Like Dick, her descent into madness was swift.

She is impossible to pin down. 

Not like Cass or Damian, who’ve stayed off the grid, and are therefore Untraceable. 

No. She’s impossible to pin down, because she never stops moving. 

Switches seamlessly between Zumba on top of the Giant Dinosaur in the Batcave, and furiously knitting Alfred (the Cat) a sweater with a pair of Tim’s used chopsticks. 

Braided everyone’s hair while they were asleep.

Even Bruce’s. 

She tried to do Tim’s, but somehow blacked out and regained consciousness in the attic. 

When she woke up with a scream and a furiously twitching eye, she startled Duke out of his Makeshift Fort he built out of old cardboard boxes and antique furniture. He’s had to resort to finding a new hiding place. 

Sometimes, on the rare occasions she does sit still, staring off into the distance, she’ll suddenly start laughing hysterically. This may last between thirty seconds and thirty minutes, depending entirely on how long it’s been since she’s knitted a cat sweater or done cartwheels through every room in the house.

Blew up the greenhouse out back, somehow.

Everyone has agreed not to talk about it.

Some people were built to handle prolonged time inside their homes.

Stephanie Brown is not that way.

Damian - 

Damian Wayne Cannot Be Contained.

At least not inside the house. 

He took off thirty-six hours into quarantine. 

Thanks to the security equipment around the borders of the Wayne Estate, he can’t escape the grounds. 

(He’s tried and failed multiple times. Jason and Bruce have a running bet on how many times the perimeter alarms will go off per day.)

(Jason is winning.)

He wanders the grounds with Titus as his only companion. 

The two of them run laps, practice drills, and find ways to occupy their time. 

No one’s entirely sure what those ways are. 

In fact, nobody knows exactly where Damian is at any given time. 

Only that he is Out There. 

And he’s the best security system Wayne Manor’s ever had. 

So far, he’s stopped five groups of civilians scaling the perimeter walls before the lasers and electric nets even have a chance to deploy.

They were trying to break in and steal supplies. 

(Even ones they already had in surplus. Like Toilet Paper.)

He’s also stopped Dick from escaping twelve (12) times.

Drags him back by his shirt collar and deposits him on the welcome mat. 

Usually with a note for Alfred/Jason, requesting more fruit tarts. 

Duke - 

Did not leave the attic for two weeks. 

Then Steph discovered his hiding spot (read: was dumped there by Cassandra) which forced him to relocate to the basement. 

Yes, it turns out Wayne Manor does have a basement. 

This was a surprise to Duke, who always thought that the Batcave was Bruce Wayne’s basement. 

Alfred keeps him supplied with all the necessities:

i.e. food, magazines, assorted pastries from Jason’s latest batch, usually straight out of the oven.

Duke also snagged the Manor’s Alexa. 

She has become a sort of ‘Wilson’ to Duke’s ‘Chuck Noland’.

She is his only comfort. His only ally. 

He’s determined to wait out this quarantine, doing his best to avoid the others. 

Duke has seen these people under pressure. 

He knows exactly what he’s dealing with. 

Duke: “Alexa is the only motherf****r in this madhouse I ever respected.”

*offended butler noises from the other room*

Duke: “And also Alfred.”

[baubuttercup]

Mini Garcia pt1/ Spencer Reid

Summery: Y/N is the new Tech Analyst intern under her mentor Penelope Garcia and has just started her first day at the BAU. During a case Y/N get a few calls from a not so familiar boy genius who seeks her help...or does he seek more? 

Spencer Reid x Reader

Warning: Fluff/none 

A/N: This is the first of many stories i will be writing and i look forwarding to writing more. I haven’t fully edited it but hope you enjoy it :)

Please Interact for more Spencer Reid/ MGG fics!!

“you will be fine trust me, you are already a natural and thats coming from yours truly” you were so nervous because today was your first day working at the BAU as a Tech Analyst Intern. Penelope was the one who got you the job working along side her. She was your teacher, mentor, and even your close friend and you knew working with her would be nothing less than entertaining. “P what if they don’t like me or I don’t fit into their group, you told me that they were like family” you followed the women wearing a floral dress with glittery high heel through the halls of the FBI coming to a stop next to two glass doors. “Y/N before we go in you are going to take three deep breathes and snap the hell out of it, cause you my little prized protege, will fit in just fine, so stop over thinking and pull yourself together”. I inhale three breathes before she pulled the glass door opened guiding me into a large room which from memory i think she had called it the “Bullpen”.  As we walked in i noticed in the corner of my eyes a man and a women eyeing me up and down. The man was large and muscled, he was appealing to the eye, just not preferably my type “Babygirl who is this fine little thin-” Penelope put her hand out barricading me from the man “cool it hot cakes, she is pure” I chuckled under my breath at her immediate response “This Derek chocolate thunder Morgan is the new Intern, working beside me as i mentor her into become the next best Garcia, Y/n meet Derek Morgan” we both extend our hands to go in for a friendly handshake “Oh and this fine ass piece of women is Jennifer Jareau” I smile shaking the pretty blondes hand “JJ for short its lovely to meet you” she hesitated for a moment before continuing “You seem so young, if you don’t mind me asking how old you are” I nervously try not to stutter upon my words “Oh um-m yeah i’m 20, but I got into the early acceptance program for computer programming and coding at Georgetown and now i’m here” Derek and JJ both exchange stairs before Derek opens his mouth “you, princess should meet our resident genius, i’m sure you two would get along quite well” JJ chuckles before giving Derek a smirk “OH YES how could I have forgotten about boy genius, where is he by the way” A tall dark haired man and a slightly shorter Italian looking man appeared from behind us “Reid and Prentiss are at a conference they will be meeting us in San Francisco” He looked intently at the group surrounding me then turned to look at me “You must be Y/N L/N, i’m Aaron Hotchner but please call me Hotch, and this is David Rossi, we are happy to have you on board, Garcia has spoken very highly of you” both men shake my hand firmly “I’m glad to be on board sir and thank you for this amazing opportunity” Hotch goes to say something before he was cut off by a text message appearing on his phone. “Wheels us now, they need us down their asap, Garcia brief us on the plane” and with that they were all making their way to the elevator. “Come on little Einstein we have work to do”

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Garcia had just finished briefing the team on the case they were assigned to. From what i could catch it was about a Zodiac killer who had been killing over a decade ago and has recently just started up again. I tried to listen in and take note on everything Garcia was doing because god knows this job is fast past and i don’t want to fall behind on my first day. I found myself continuously zoning out thinking back to what that Morgan guy said about a “resident genius”. Who was he and why was Morgan so sure we would get along. So many questions were crossing my mind, before i heard Garcia’s voice continuously saying “Earth to my little oracle, hello, Y/N come back down to earth little one” i snap back to reality seeing Garcia waving her hand in front of of me “oh sorry- P who was that resident genius Morgan spoke about earlier” she spun in her chair making eye contact with me smirking “Oh my god yes Reid, how could i forget again. So you didn’t meet Emily Prentiss she is a total kick ass babe who is super cool and Spencer Reid who is a total genius with an eidetic memory and a whopping I.Q of 187″ i began to open my mouth to say something when Garcia interrupted “you guys would totally be so cute together, i need to set you two up, it would be a match made in heaven” I blush, a little taken back by the abrupt comments made by Garcia who is now really cheery “P calm down i haven’t event met the guy and i think you are a little in over your head” she looks at me still smirking “you are already intrigued by him aren’t you” just as i was about to stop her, the computer phone began to ring and the caller I.D was most clearly someone i didn’t even know yet but for some reason already was under affect by “ANSWER IT” Garcia motioned to the headset on my head “no i don’t even know what to say” she pointed at me with her fluffy unicorn pen “answer the phone i trained you for this” I reluctantly answered and within seconds i was met with a masculine yet soft voice on the other line “Hey Garcia I need you to track the ISP of the user who entered the spam comment to an internet cafe” I immediately got butterflies in my stomach, no stop Y/N you have never met this person and Garcia is just getting in your head, you continue to remind yourself. “U-mm i’m sorry I-I’m not Garcia i’m Y/N L/N the new Tech Analyst intern” I began to fidget with my figures staring between the plasma computer screens and Garcia “Oh Hi, I’m Reid, I mean I’m Spencer, let me start over I’m Dr Spencer Reid but you can call me Spencer or Reid, nice to meet you” my nerves begin to calm at the sound of his voice and the fact that he sounded just as nervous as me. I look to Garcia as she was smiling and motioning her hands to continue the conversation “Oh um-m sorry, you needed me to track the ISP of the user who entered the spam comment to an internet cafe...right?”I patiently await his response, which seemed like forever “Yeah, if you can do that, that would be great, thanks” I look to Garcia once again as she gives me a reassuring smile of encouragement before i turn to the monitors and type away, I remember everything Garcia taught me about the bureau system and was surprising easier to manoeuvre once actually assigned to a task “Hey um Reid, you still there?” thinking maybe he hung up “still here buttercup...um i mean Y/N” Garcia nudged me overhearing what Reid had just said and was cheering in the air, I quickly regained focus “so yeah unfortunately the unsub used a prepaid credit card, so I don’t have an I.D, i’m sorry” i felt my nerves regain their position in my stomach as i thought i didn’t do a good job “Thats okay, thanks for your help L/N and am excited to meet you in person, hopefully soon” I blush quickly at his comment, this going unnoticed by Garcia who is in her own world of happiness at the moment. “Yeah same goes for you, take care and if you need anything else you know where to find us” I end the call not wanting to make anymore of a fool of myself than i already have “BUTTERCUP, HE CALLED YOU BUTTERCUP” I groan at Garcia’s response already embarrassed by the ordeal “Y/N i know Reid and i have know him for many years, never in my time of being in boy geniuses presence have i ever heard him call someone BUTTERCUP” a million things swoop through my mind in that moment, why did he call me that, was it a fluke, was he just trying to be friendly, what am i saying i have literally never met this guys before its for sure nothing. I turn my head to Garcia giving her a please stop looking at me face, before she puts her hands up in defence” Okay okay i’ll stop, but you guys would make cute babies” she whispered the last part just loud enough for me to catch it. 

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As time goes on I observe everything Garcia continues to do in order to find the details of the unsub. This job although seeming like fun is very high pressure and i made sure i noted down everything that Garcia done so i didn’t seem like the biggest failure in front of the team, or one team member in particular. The phone rang once again causing Garcia to answer it “He who seeks the queen of all knowledge, speak and be recognised” I chuckle under my breath at the witty response before i felt a tap on my shoulder “Pretty boy wants to speak with you” I give her a confused look “Boy genius, girly” I straighten up and answer my headset “Hello L/N speaking” i try to analyse why on earth he would want to speak with me and before he got a chance to answer a million conclusions were rushing through my mind “Hey L/N, long time no speak” there was a pause in the background before i heard a male chuckle and whisper “thats one way to get the girl Reid” he cleared his throat before continuing on “So i just thought i’d give you more training so can you run something for me” I physically prepare myself for what he is about to ask, ensuring i don’t screw this up “I need you to compile a list of people with I.Qs of 160 and above in the region” I type away trying to speed up so i don’t slow the team down “I’m checking with the bay area mensa society which is kind of slumming cause folks can get in with a measly I.Q of 130″ Reid chuckled at my statement making me feel more comfortable about what i was doing “try and check old school records, we’re looking for someone who is in his 20′s or 30′s” as I am intensely try my best to recover these names it appears in front of me “BINGO, Caleb Rossmore and Harvey Morell, they both have I.Qs over 160 and get this they both use to write about the Zodiac in their junior high school newspaper” I smile at myself, kinda proud at what i just accomplished on my own “thats amazing, thanks Y/N and tell Garcia she has the best intern” I smile to myself satisfied that i done something right and that Reid thought so too. “Yes that’s my little Einstein, ah you are moulding into a beautiful little Garcia, how proud i am right now

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The team had just got back from catching both Caleb Rossmore and Harvey Morell and Garcia had gone to greet Morgan at the elevators. I had stayed behind packing my belonging as i was ready to head home to my fluffy dog Milo and sleep for hours. A knock on the door startled me. I abruptly turn around and was met with a tall figure who had beautiful brown eyes and shaggy hair. “Hi, I’m so sorry to have startled you, I’m Spencer Reid the one that kept annoying you on the phone” I feel my cheeks heat up from the sight of how pretty this boy was “um yes, i mean no you weren't annoying at all if anything you gave me the training i need, so i should be thanking you, and I’m Y/N L/N” Reid stuck out his hand which took me by surprise because according to Garcia he was not a handshaker and refused to shake hands with anyone, stating that even kissing was more sanitary “Well, in that case i’m glad to be of assistance and its nice to officially meet you Y/N” we stared in each others eyes for a few moments before we were met by Penelope and Morgan “Hey guys you have met, yay, okay now can we go this princess is getting bags under her eyes and those aren’t the kind of bags i want” we all laugh at Garcia’s remark as we start to head towards the elevator. “So I heard you went to Georgetown” i look up at the brunette boy who was gazing down at me “yeah, I actually graduated this year, which i’m kind of sad” “oh why’s that” I look straight into his eyes “I like educating myself, and expanding my field of study is something that i genuinely enjoy, so i’m kind of sad its over, but i’m looking at going for my PHD in Computer engineering” Reid looked me deeper in my eyes without saying anything, just then i heard a murmur “they will make such cute babies and i’m going to be the best godmother” and with that the elevator doors open and we all began to file in. 

I may have just met Spencer Reid but i have a feeling we are definitely going to be getting along. 

[aizawa-needs-coffee]

Headcannons for class 1A + Shinso's love languages? thank you x

This, this is fun imma do literally everyone baby. Everyone is aged up tho there is still no adult themes or smut involved.

IN SEAT ORDER because the page is open on my phone as I aggressively type baby.

Aoyama Gift giving - He loves to be showered with gifts and little trinkets and looooves to do the same back. It could be something huge and pricey or he would just pick a flower and place it in your hair. Mina Touch - Loves to hold hands, cuddle, be close, always touching her partner in some way. Brushing hair back, gentle hand on your knee if your sitting close. Asui Quality time- She'd love spending time with her partner, just going for walks with one another, getting tea together, being around one another, sitting by a lake, going for a swim, doesn't have to cost a thing as long as she's with you. Iida Words of affirmation - He doesn't need anything physical or need to go anywhere to feel loved. He likes to shower his partner with praise, adoration, love and also be told he's worthy and he's doing a good job.

Uraraka Quality Time/Touch - Going for little dates together, holding hands as you window shop, you'd both pack bentos and sit in the park together, she's a sucker for letting you rest your head on her lap as you both talk for hours about things on your private picnic. Ojiro Touch - The boy loves to be held, you can tell he doesn't mind when his friends like Denki hold his tail. He likes to be fussed over in either a romantic or a platonic sense. Just a little shy about it also. Denki Touch/Words of affirmation - Tell him he's funny, tell him he's doing a good job, he's trying his best and you value him. He's a very happy go lucky person but has some big anxiety. Touch, he's abit of a pervert and just likes to touch your butt in passing, kiss your cheek, hold your hand. He's even abit clingy with his friends. Kirishima Touch/Words of affirmation- He loves gentle touches and to be close with people he cares about, he also knows how to be soft and gentle despite how strong he is. He will be your own personal cheerleader, always telling people he loves and cares about praise and goes all mushy when he's told how appreciated he is. Koda Words of affirmation/Gift Giving - Shy and timid, being told positive things about himself will help him come out of his shell. Not being so great with being forward with his feelings he likes to give you little gifts, a neat rock he found on a walk, a flower, a little note expressing his feelings.

Sato Gift Giving - He'll bake you so many treats, he'll bring you cookies to study with, hard day at work? he'll bake you cinnamon rolls, make your favorite cake, anything. He'll bring you candy, snacks, movie night is always such a big pig out and chill. Shoji Touch - He's big on touch, he's protective over the people he cares about, he's also all limbs, he'd be in trouble if touch wasn't his biggest thing. He likes to wrap around his partner, man of few words but holds you close. Jiro Quality time/Acts of service - Not the most talkative person or a huge fan of touch/PDA Jiro values knowing her partner would go to lengths to make her happy like she would for them. Having a down day, just grabbing a boba together and sitting with one another peacefully is her jam. She'd send you funny pictures when she thought you were upset to make you happy. Sero Touch/Acts of Service - Somewhere he has some self esteem issues about his arms and the fact his partner would touch him and them, running hands over his arms just lifts his spirit. He would do anything for a friend or partner and actions over words are more meaningful to him. Tokoyami Gift Giving/Words of affirmation - He's a birb boy, he see's pretty things and has to give his partner the pretty thing he found. He also likes praise and soft words, being told his partner trusts him and never fears his quirk. Todoroki Words of affirmation - Tell him he's wonderful, that he is loved and doesn't need to be something he's not, he's perfect the way he is. The love and affection he never got in a family environment. Hagakure Quality Time - Go on nice shopping dates with her, go see a movie, binge watch shows on the sofa together all night. She likes loves to be around you. Bakugo Acts of Service/Quality time - He's more of a doer then a talker. He'd buy you lunch if you forgot your wallet and that would show you how much he cared. He doesn't like to be touched and doesn't need you to give him praise, doesn't respond the the pressure he'd feel to reciprocate. But sit with him and watch TV together, study in his room with him, go to the gym and chill. The words aren't needed, you just have to value the little things because with him they aren't 'little' things. Midoriya Words of affirmation - This boy also needs to be told he's doing a good job, he's doing his best! You love and adore him and he's perfect. He trips over his words but he will always be your number one fan and biggest supporter. Mineta Gift Giving - He's not so good with the words, he'll try sound sweet but end up not sounding it 'your tits look great in that top' what he means is 'wow you look lovely today!' so he's a gift giver, believe it or not. He learns in time to keep his mouth shut and is like 'babe got you a caramel frappe, I even remembered soya milk' instead. Momo Quality time - Come over her house for a tea party and chill. Dress up all cute and fancy with her to go for a walk in the park, get a ice cream, feed the ducks, she just loves to be around the people she cares about. Shinso Words of affirmation/Quality Time - He needs reminding of his worth sometimes, tell him you love him, you aren't scared of his quirk, you trust him. He likes spending time with his partner, knowing they want to be with him and aren't just saying it. Take the boy to a cat cafe.

[sneezefiction]

embrace

Tsukishima x Reader - Scenario 

@belli-jelly’s event request: “#7 with Tsukki ❤️ thank youu!”

a/n: “embrace” with Tsukishima is such a soft idea. he just needs a hug and to feel loved n supported n stuff, ya know? i hope u enjoy!! <333

warnings: slight language, angst (but barely?)

wc: 1990

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Tsukishima makes his ways through the apartment door, kicking off his shoes a little more forcefully than usual. The thunk of the soles on the tile embodies whatever vexation he’d been simmering in for the duration of the day. A weak, frustration-fueled sigh exits his body.

From the kitchen, you can already tell that something is off. He hasn’t called out to you with his usual, “Hey stupid, I’m home.” You hadn’t even received his typical text telling you he was leaving the gym. The tense silence seeps into the airspace as he makes his way toward you, Tsukki’s feet dragging with every step.

As he turns corner, you’re greeted by features taut with fatigue. It’s as though he’d been running on empty all day, barely making it home with only fumes of energy leftover.

Tsukki’s eyes were undoubtedly strained. The white, intense light of the gym combined with deep concentration kept him on high-alert with eyes wide open at all times.

His shoulders maintained a somewhat slumped position, losing an inch or two of height in the process. The mental weight of handling everything on his own had finally reached him physically.

This hadn’t been a good day, per se.

And if Tsukki had the energy to speak, he would probably tell you how much he would rather be in a month-long coma than experience that level of misery again.

But the hushed air remains and a bizarre staring contest takes place between you two instead of passing words. It’s hard to speak when you know that, deep down, words could never do his terrible days any justice. That even a thoughtful sentence or a well-intended comment would simply drown under Tsukki’s sea of thought, never resurfacing or coming up for air to be heard or understood.

He’s too exhausted to process even the shortest of loving dialogues. And you can tell.

So you sift through other possibilities.

Ways to calm him. To remind him that you care and want to look after him.

Should you make him dinner? He’s probably already eaten. Watch a movie together? No, the light would bother his tired eyes even more. Just go to bed? He would only continue to stir through his disappointments and be kept up by the throbbing of soreness in his legs.

As your eyes trickle down the length of his body, which is now leaning on the countertop as he takes a long sip out of his water bottle, you come to one final alternative…

But it’s always a bit of a gamble. A slight risk.

To touch or not to touch.

Would he lean into it like a self-satisfied, curious cat, tilting his lean body into your affectionate antics? Or would his brittle, biting character and miserable mood cause himself to crumble and fall away from the warmth and comfort of your smaller arms?

On one hand, you might experience your beloved Tsukishima’s gentler side. The one that held you as though he were a mama bird wrapping her wide-spanned wings around your precious form. Instinctively protective. A second-natured response to the way you circled your arms around his torso, tugging him into your field, requesting closeness and vulnerability. It could potentially get his mind off of the day and focus him on the here and now.

But on the other hand, Tsukki had a track record of off days. Jumping away from the soft glide of the pads of your fingertips. On those days, your embrace seemed to resemble that of a thorny, roseless bush to the wavy-haired blonde. The chance of him tugging away, leaving you drained and drooping, was higher than you had ever wanted to bet on. The possibility of him ending up at the opposite side of the bed seemed to increase after experiences like these.

And to be honest, you could never be sure if the touch-deterring wall he built up was to protect himself or you. Yet you always try to find ways to chip away at his salty, skeptical barrier without overstepping any fragile, unspoken boundaries.

It’s a simple concept. However, avoiding his sensitivities is an endless dance and is much harder than it may look. Especially at the end of a long day of pro-league practice, where sweat, sulking, and inferiority complexes don’t usually mix well.

But this was the only viable option left, so you get over your own worries and approach Tsukishima’s weary form. You stop just a few inches before him, his eyes dropping to meet yours. He was even more beaten down up close. The defeated expression he carried in tandem with his worn-out demeanor made you physically ache for him. 

“Tsukki… you’re not lookin’ too hot right now.” You let out a breathy laugh, slowly lifting yourself onto your tiptoes to brush a hand through his messy hair, testing the waters.

He doesn’t flinch away from your movements, so you sink back down onto the soles of your feet, letting your hand run down the side of his face.

“No shit, Sherlock. I don’t exactly feel great either.” He shoots back, but there’s a somber, troubled tinge.

Tsukki inches toward you, looking away as he tilts the side of his head into the palm of your hand. Your fingers cup his cheek.

Everyone knew how Tsukki acted when he was annoyed or angry. Snappy, sarcastic comments would be strewn in an almost poetic manner, kindly crushing those under his scrutiny. Many had seen Tsukishima after a merciless game, beaten and worn out. He would still have a muted fire behind his efforts and would carry himself with dignity, even if he didn’t feel confidence rise inside of him.

But gloominess? It doesn’t suit him. Not now, not ever.

And currently, he’s emanating a dreary, depressing sadness, like being caught in a rainstorm without an umbrella to shield you. It’s helpless and uncontrollable. Utterly humiliating.

You can practically feel the strain of the day radiating off of him. Tsukki had a tendency to wither slowly and cautiously. Not allowing anyone to watch as his snarky comments fizzled out and his sharp gaze gradually dull. By the look in his golden eyes, it was obvious that something in him had already snapped like an old tree branch. Battered and bruised by storm after brutal summer storm, finally shattering under the repetitive pressures of failure and imposter syndrome.

In the past, he had let apathy take over in order to not burden you. Withholding affection, thinking it would keep you safe from his sinking atmosphere when in reality he wished to drink in your tenderness. To fall under your grasp, sinking his head under your chin and lay across your chest.

But maybe it was all too much.

Too much to hold in. To carry alone.

“Kei…” At the use of his first name, he physically softens. Drawing his arms around your middle and clasping his hands behind your back, he gently rests his chin on your head.

“You can always lean on me.” You whisper into the fabric of his shirt.

Your words carry a deeper semblance. That you really are here for him. Physically, mentally, and emotionally ready to lift him up.

You picked a good time for physical touch because he only pulls you in tighter.

He’s pretty warm and smells like sweat mixed with deodorant and his cedar-scented shampoo. You grasp the cloth and squeeze him into you, making sure to keep him steady and balanced. His breathing falls into a gentle rhythm, almost as though he were falling asleep standing up.

“If you weren’t so lanky I would pick you up, but you’re a damn tree.” You sigh, poking fun at him.

The touches were cathartic. Healing. Authentic. Your lighthearted comments kept things comfortable, hindering him from drawing away due to feelings of unworthiness or self-consciousness.

“Wow, okay, bold words for someone who can hardly seem to pick up a bag of flour. You couldn’t hold me even if you were my height.” He snickers, tension releasing and adrenaline wearing off from the high-energy day.

You shift to look up at Tsukki, your chin gently pressing into his chest. He’s already staring down at you. You can’t help that a blush works its way up your neck and onto your cheeks, the warmth from his unusual touch sending you unwarranted fuzzy feelings. As much as you wished this embrace could be all for Tsukki, you’d wanted to hug him with all your might for a while now.

“Y/n… Honest question, so don’t laugh at me. Why are you doing this?” Tsukishima breaks eye contact, arms shifting to lean your chest more on top of his as he sinks a little deeper onto the counter, his back supported by the ledge.

“What do you mean by ‘this’?” You inquire, eyes still fixed on him, searching his expression.

“I mean... You know when things are going to shit. You know when I need something. A back massage, a slap to the face, hell, even a coffee sometimes.” He snorts, trying not to take his own question too seriously.

You’re the one to sigh now. Doesn’t he know how these things work by now? That being in a relationship with him meant more than insulting the daylights out of each other and going out to dinner? Apparently even Tsukishima lacks a lot perspective when it comes to loving another human being.

“You’re stubborn as hell.” You state plainly, your face going blank.

“What?”

“You refuse to see that you need help too sometimes, babe. Hate to break it to ya, but I actually like listening to and hugging you.” You break into a small smile.

“What does that have to do with anything?” He rolls his eyes at your confusing sentence.

“Are you that dense?” You express with mock disdain at his response.

“Tsukki, I’m saying that you don’t burden me! That I want to be there for you even after shitty days like these! You’re an absolute dumbass!” You snicker and your smile reaches your eyes, crinkling and squinting as his meet yours.

Instead of saying anything, Tsukishima rests in place, dumbfounded.

It’s true, you always were there for him.

Cheering at every game. Cooking dinner for him when you knew he would get home way too late and practically starving. Letting him rant relentlessly about losses and seemingly endless practices.

So why was it that only after breaking down in every way possible, he would finally let you see his most vulnerable thoughts and fears. That he would allow you to witness his exhaustion only once it had reached its peak. That it took Tsukki completely collapsing to let you wrap you arms around him.

And you both guess that it’s because old habits die hard.

Tsukki would always be Tsukki. A little too cold and relentlessly set on drenching others in his never-ending supply of sarcasm. Reluctant to accept help until it was already showing through the bleeding cracks of his figure and laced within his pained speech.

Because for someone so good at putting up and breaking through blocks, Tsukishima needed help with the walls that he had built up under his skin over the years. He needed to see that he couldn’t always protect you from his fears, but that you would be there to help him fight them. Or at least hug them away when it all got too much.

And as he presses a gentle kiss onto your forehead, you know it will be okay. Because embraces like these are what chip away at walls of fear. It’s the first step and you can already feel the tension crumble away, allowing warmth to surround the two of you. 

So you begin to remind him more and more that you like hugs. And he lets you hold him far more often, slowly but surely letting you deeper into his mind and into his arms. A much needed and highly welcomed addition to your everyday life.

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