#he's a sweet ticklish boy

[turtletimewriting]

my statement that Leo is the most ticklish ninja turtle stands for all iterations, by the way.

[switchyglitch]

You wake up from a nap, your room is dark, and at the foot of the bed you see him.. and you know you're in for a tickly time.. 🪶

[fandomsnfluff]

OK question for folks !!!! how many of y'all have seen the netflix show sweet tooth??

if not (which i anticipate will be many of y'all) i HIGHLY RECOMMEND, esp if you're into post apocalyptic settings with bright colors, fairytale aesthetics, & the found family trope!!! despite it being post-apocalyptic and having quite a few dark scenes it's a super good show with MANY cute moments !!!!

[mygnolia]

take care of him, sunghoon's sick!

or alt. the pt 2 no one asked for... LOL

pairing: sunghoon x gn!reader headcannons! | wc: 800 | cw: food, sunghoon as a SIMPPP lots of kisses and cuddling

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sunghoon does his best not to get sick whatsoever 

he’s an athlete and a student, if he gets sick he falls behind on a LOT 

but when he saw you in his puffer jacket and a smile at his competition, ofc he had to kiss you 

you were his one and only and he loves you to death 

simphoon! 

smiling ear to ear on the drive home as you tell him how cool he always looks on the ice

he gets SHY 

wdym his baby is complimenting him profusely 

you two  make food together, and although you’re still congested, you promise sunghoon you feel much better. 

makes soup and noodles 

yes he hugs you from behind yes he rests his chin on the top of your head 

the man is 5’11 (and i’m 5’4 mmmm how perfect)

one kiss leads to another kiss and suddenly you’re giggling from the ticklish feeling and how he’s annunciating every “mwah!” 

kisses all over your face 

he snuggles with you on the couch when you eat, and actually cuddles you this time 

“Someone’s clingy,” you joke, and he buries his head in your neck. “But it’s okay. I like it.” 

hoon is all blush blush

“It’s been a long time, I missed you,” HE’S SO POUTY AND BABIE 

You two definitely fall asleep with a light on, his legs tangled with yours, his hand around your waist holding you close. 

Uh oh!

Sore throat. 

“I think you got me sick.” You apologize like crazy, rushing to make him some egg drop soup and tea

“Shhh, Hoon, go back to bed, let me take care of you” 

oh the man is WHIPPED head over HEELS he’s like omg what did I do in my past life to get someone as caring as ____ 

He’s also whiny, and kind of quiet

he is a thinker and a listener so when he’s sick, he’s even less inclined to talk or be his usual rambunctious self 

It makes you feel bad for putting your boyfriend in such a miserable position 

But he promised you it’s not your fault (even though it is) and that it’s not as bad as you think it is 

no more feeling bad! You have to make sure sunghoon recovers as quick as he can 

You separate medicine into little containers and makes sure he always leaves with warm tea, cough drops, gloves, and any medication if he needs 

You drive him whenever, 1. because he is ur passenger princess! and 2. because you don’t want him to be stuck in traffic when tired

Always Always getting him layers 

and now it’s your turn to refuse his kisses and hugs. 

“____ I want to cuddle.” 

You shake your head, a smile threatening to break your stoicism. “You’re sick, baby. You don’t want to get me sick again, do you?” 

“But I miss you :(“ oh he definitely is following you around the house like a puppy trying to get you to give him forehead kisses and that sweet sweet tlc. 

He sends you voicemails when you’re busy telling you “hi baby i’m at home still are you still coming over today?” violent coughing “i mizz u and i wuv u”

AGH so whipped for this boy im…

you come over with more soup and cuddles and love 

he falls asleep halfway through his movie and you have to check his forehead to make sure he’s not having a fever 

dishes are CLEANED everything is put away and then you go sleep on the couch

now lets say the couch is huge and there is space for two 

WELL sunghoon wakes up in the middle of the night and sees you’re not in bed :(( so he goes out to the living space with his blanket and then just falls asleep on you 

and you wake up like wtf i cannot breathe??? 

but oh it’s just hoonie bb its okay 

HES SOOOOO CUTEEE 

messy hair covering his forehead and eyes as he sleeps on your shoulder, hot breath fanning your neck 

you just stay there until the afternoon because you could not try to untangle yourself even if you tried 

but he’s better! at least he says so 

he feels a lot more energetic, is attending practice for longer periods of time and more frequently, and you see the sparkle in his eyes again 

YAYYYY BB HOON IS RECOVEREDDDDDD 

you still dote on him until he’s completely better because you truly want to make sure he’s not overworking himself

agh he WILL marry you he will put a ring on your finger and boom you two have a white picket fence and two dogs and a cat. 

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hello it’s me ren again 🤓 mmmwah i love hoon

[yanderenightmare]

Gojo Satoru & Geto Suguru

TW: yandere, noncon, drugging - inebriated and immobile reader, unhinged Gojo and Geto being an enabler

fem reader

ODD...

There’s something very… odd… about seeing two boys be so comfortable flirting in front of each other...

Usually, a man would need to be alone with a girl to show his puppy-dog eyes – it’s that vulnerable and intimate side they don’t want other guys to see – and otherwise, at the very least, someone normal would have the decency to look away from the intimate sight and allow a friend some privacy.

But Suguru and Satoru were different.

They offer each other no decency – no privacy – none. In fact, you can’t really place a time when you’ve been alone with either of them. They’re always attached at the hip. You swear, they’re more prone to have pouts and sweet-nothings on their lips when they’re looking at you at the same time – mirroring each other's smug smirk and hooded bedroom eyes – finishing each other's sentences. 

You don’t understand their endgame. Despite both vying for your attention, they’re not exactly competing for it. More like… they’re helping each other out. Almost… rooting for the other...

Maybe they want to leave picking one of them up to you? 

It’s, anyway, very odd.

You’re confused when you’re in bed with both of them...

Your memories couldn’t tell you how you got there, only that there’d been a party, and you’d been drinking a little too much and gotten yourself a little too caught up in the moment that you’d allowed the white-haired blue-eyed tall boy to sway you away. Still, you couldn’t exactly remember a time when alcohol had made you feel like this – limbs numb yet ticklish, your head fuzzy, grasping at the muted words surrounding you and their blurry faces in between blinking.

“She’s up, ‘Guru.” Gojo noticed first, having been unable to look away from the sight of your pretty face sleeping in his bed. You’d been so soft and dumb when they’d helped you away from the crowd.

The drugs had hit you much harder than he’d thought, making you so dopey he’d had to carry you the rest of the way like a bride.

And now you lay there so cutely, he’d had to swallow the pool in his mouth more than once already – jaw locked tightly and eyes wide so as not to miss a single thing from the rise and fall of your chest to the way your lips parted with dulcet moans.

Geto, however, had made himself busy – peeling your clothes off one article at a time, leaving wet kisses on your skin each time he exposed someplace new.

You made a sound once you noticed, but you weren’t strong enough to move much more than keep your eyes open in flickers.

“Morning, sunshine-” He murmured with lips smearing against your cheek and a hand softly coming to cup your face, angling it to look into his heavy eyes. “Care to help us settle a bet?”

You moan, unable to formulate any words.

“You see, ‘Toru here- thinks he has the ability to read people’s minds by watching them long enough- but I think he’s full of himself like usual.”

He smiled, cooing at you to stop the sloppy cries that soon overwhelmed you when both the current event and the thoughts of what might impend dawned on you.

Otherwise, he ignored it in favor of continuing his query. “Naturally, the only way to know what someone wants is to try and find out, don’t you agree?”

He leaned in closer, and you struggled to look up into his darkened eyes through the tears and the sleep. Wanting to say something, to tell him to stop, to get off – but you couldn’t make much other sounds than a baby would.

“Like, for example-” He murmured, ignoring your inner turmoil. Swiping his tongue across your lip before he softly pushed down on them with his.

Kissing you. 

He cared little that you couldn’t kiss back. Assisting your mouth to receive him with fingers squishing the plush of your cheeks – making you open to take his tongue, letting him swirl it about your own before he smacked off with a wet string connecting you. 

He sighed with a curled smile, chuckling lowly. “Now, I could tell you liked that… but the only way I’d ever find out was to go ahead and try it. Whilst Mr. Six-eyes here- is still left none the wiser.”

Most of what he said was muddled, and you were otherwise too panicked to listen anyway – wanting to wind your legs shut – but so tired, you could barely even curl your fingers into gripping the sheets.

“Try again, and I’ll deduce whether she liked it or not myself,” Gojo spoke up from behind him, his tone syrupy – with the same sickly-sweet thing pooling in his eyes.

He swallowed thickly yet again.

“I didn’t quite catch it the first time…”

Geto hummed and then indulged the ask, leaning in to kiss you again. Only this time, he swiped a hand up from resting on your knee to your thigh, then further in between them. Stroking two fingers up the naked slit until both digits circled your clit – waking it up.

A whine slipped your throat and poured into his before he could detach yet again – still with the same smile, casually asking the other boy, “Whaddya reckon this time?” 

Gojo shuffled a little impatiently now, looking like he was about to pounce soon, too.

“I’d say she liked it very much..." He said – tone strained – and a hand raised halfway in the air, fingertips buzzing while slowly lowering down to brush the plush surface of your thigh.  "But, y’know… I have a feelin’ she’ll like me even more...”

Geto offered a lax laugh, snarking, “Y’think so, do you~” Leaning back to give the other space.

Gojo was already crawling forward – greedily taking his place between your knees, lifting your thighs up to rest on his. 

He was still wide-eyed – looking calmly frenzied while lowering his hand down to your pretty pussy, rubbing between the lips to feel the wet heat there – a shudder running through him at the feel – slumping forward with a sigh.

“Only one way to find out, I suppose…” Geto added, lazily watching the seemingly star-struck six-eyes part his lips when entering your cunt with two slender fingers. Pumping them in slow and carefully – feeling your thighs weakly tense up but ultimately accept it – too influenced to fight back.

He pushed his thumb into your clit like it was a button, making your chest softly arch with a small croon – attracting his gaze – now, looking back at your pretty face and how you sighed with your belly. 

Once again, he swallowed thickly as he leaned over – keeping his hand between your thighs, working the place as if in reverence – while slowly putting his other hand around your throat. 

He licked his lips when giving it a squeeze, huffing out a small airy chuckle when feeling your walls clench on his fingers in return – and then locked his mouth over yours.

Tongue first and wet, slurping your lip into his mouth – moaning into you like he’d been edging himself to the moment forever, finally indulging it with every fiber – pouring himself into your mouth while curling his fingers against the gum of your cunt, forcing forth moans from your chest.

He was soon panting - rutting his own thickened crotch against whatever was convenient.

“Toru-” Geto broke through after a while before the boy could get too lost in the haze. But Gojo only answered with a sneer out from the corner of his mouth – and continued with you unfettered.

Geto sighed, almost rolling his eyes. Ignoring the threat.

“Let the poor thing breathe.” 

Only then did he notice how tight he’d been squeezing your neck. Your tongue lazy in your gaping mouth, lips wet with his drool – breaths weak with tears slipping free from your eyes, staring upward toward nothing. 

“Well, no doubt you enjoyed that…” Geto continued casually with a snide smile, watching him detach his hand from around your poor neck, followed by you gasping for air – but otherwise remaining just as still as you’d been. “Not so sure she liked it so much, though…” He snickered. “I think I win.”

“I disagree,” Gojo argued but sounded calm – not sparing the raven-head a glace while pulling his fingers from your cunt and showing off the wet slick left on them from when he’d felt you throttle and shake. Flashing the other boy a smug smirk of victory.

Geto’s smile didn’t drop in spite of it.

Instead, it grew a little wider, stretching so far, his eyes got slim.

“Hmm…” He hummed – as though in genuine thought, even when they both knew it wasn’t. “Guess we gotta keep trying, then…”

You struggled to keep focus. Only barely catching parts of the muddled conversation. But you could swear – it was as though they were having a trivial debate rather than anything else you felt it should have resembled – not much arguing present in it whatsoever – as if they were but a pair of level-headed thinkers sharing two equally respected beliefs before testing their theories. 

Meanwhile, you were left out of the discussion, as though you were but a test-bunny to their experiment.

Gojo leaned back on his calves and began buttoning up his shirt with one hand – looking down at you while he raised the other up to his lips, opening his mouth and lolling out his tongue – licking the two digits he’d had inside you with a grin.

“Seems so, huh?” He answered while at it – his eyes gleaming in the dark like something nocturnal on the hunt. “No other choice...”

[luvjunie]

Hey sweetie, I’ve been a real big fan. Can you write some HCS or a fic about the both Miles being twins?

a/n: ABSOLUTELY 10000% YES. i had way too much fun with this oml. and omg thank you you’re so sweet! 😭 btw, let’s just pretend that in this au they don’t have the same name since they’re ‘twins’ lmao

— headcanons. miles and miles as twins

Twins? Yes. Polar opposites? Definitely.

They both have a completely different sense of style, but one thing they have in common is that they both love Jordan’s. However I feel like miles!42 is a full blown sneakerhead. Has the better collection and often finds miles!1610 wearing his shoes, because somehow 42 always manages to win the snkrs raffles.

“Are those my brand new fuckin’ 4s?” “Uh… no?” “Take my shit off before I tweak out.”

42 keeps his side of the room squeaky clean, gets upset if there’s even a sock that does not belong to him on his side

Absolutely hates the song Sunflower. Cannot stand it, makes him wanna rip his hair out. The minute it came out 1610 played it into the dirt and 42 swears he can still hear it in his dreams till this day

1610 is the more affectionate one (outwardly) while 42 likes to pretend he’s completely devoid of that as if he doesn’t love his brother with everything in him.

“You got exactly three seconds to get off me.” “Just hug me back, damn!”

They’re the kind of brothers to open soundcloud, turn on a random trap beat and see who can go the longest freestyling. They do that thing where guys bring their fist to their mouths and squeal and shove each other out of excitement when they get a good flow going back and forth

42 is definitely the athletic type, plays football and soccer. 1610 is more in tune with his artistic side. Will play sports for fun but doesn’t care for them like that

42 is introverted as hell, doesn’t really like talking to people. 1610 is more of a social butterfly

They’ve never once liked the same girl. Ever. Their taste is drastically different

“Bro, you like a white girl?” “…Yes? What does her race have to do with anything?” “See me personally—“. “Literally nobody fucking asked.”

Used to help each other break out of their cribs when they were babies. Either that or Jeff and Rio would wake up to find that 42 had climbed into 1610’s crib after they’d been put down and slept with him instead. it was impossible to keep them apart from each other, so eventually they just broke down the second crib and let them use the one.

You can tell who is who in their baby pictures. You guessed it, 42 was the oddly solemn one who always wanted to play by himself. They worried about him for a bit. They also had to tickle him as an attempt to get him to smile in pictures, and just their luck, he’s never been ticklish

When they were eight years old, 1610 accidentally broke the wolverine action figure 42 never went anywhere without, and 42 cried about it for three days straight

They definitely ask for each other’s opinions on their outfits

“Do you think this shirt goes with these pants?” “The entire outfit is black… how would it not go together?”

They both obviously love their mother but 42 is the biggest mama’s boy. Always in the kitchen helping her cook, will watch her telenovelas with her and actually keep up with the plot. He’ll willingly follow her to the grocery store or accompany her on her ridiculously long Ross/Tjmaxx sprees because he likes hanging out with her

They terrorize the fuck outta their dad and have been doing so since they entered this world because they think it’s funny. Stupid shit like dying his boxers pink, or looking up a cracked tv screen video on youtube just to watch him nearly have a heart attack thinking they broke it. They used to twin-swap when they were younger to get out of certain things, but it’s 100% impossible to pull off now. They’re way too different, physically and mentally

Uncle Aaron took 42 to get his ears pierced when he was thirteen, something 1610 would never do. Rio basically had an aneurysm when he came home with them in and Jeff was not pleased but Aaron took the blame for it, said it was his idea. 42 made up some bullshit lie about how if he takes them out before they heal completely they’ll get infected. Still has them in till this day

42 is exactly fourteen minutes older and refuses to let 1610 hear the end of it, but 1610 is taller by an inch and weighs a little more.

“I don’t know why you’re talking shit like I’m not older than you. Pipe down lil’ bro.” “Sorry, is someone talking to me right now? Cause I sure as hell can’t see ‘em.” “Nigga it’s ONE INCH”

They’re definitely scrapping over that, and both get smacked upside their heads by Mama Rio for fighting with each other

42 needs the tv and the fan on, SIMULTANEOUSLY when he sleeps or he’ll be up the entire night. 1610 can’t stand it

1610 will try and turn the fan off after his brother’s been asleep for probably two hours, thinking he’s in the clear until he hears—

“Do you value your life? Turn my damn fan back on.”

Deep down 42 is a big ass softie and loves spending time with 1610, he has no idea what he’d do without him. He’s just not the best at expressing it. 1610 teases him about it simply because he enjoys aggravating his other half

“You still got plans with Ganke tonight?” “Nah, his mom’s dragging him to some baby shower.” “Oh, cool, cool… So what movie are we watching?” “Huh?” “Huh—Headass. What movie are we watching tonight?” “Sorry, I’m not understanding. Are you—asking to spend time… with me?” “Damn, I need to say it in Spanish? Matter fact, you probably won’t understand that either. No sabo ass.”

[luveline]

hi baby if you feel up for it i'd love to request some fluffy fluff with sirius. maybe he's usually so reserved and stoic (because, cmon) and they're out with his friends and they're all making fun of him for being so lovey and doting on r

love u sm!

love you!! ♡ fem, 1k

"This is really lovely," Sirius says, your face turned to the light in his hand. "It's bright without looking out of place. Blue is your colour." 

"Thanks, bug," you murmur back, holding still as he cleans the smudged mascara from your lower lash line.

"Every colour is your colour," he amends. "It goes nice with your top." 

You rub your lips together slowly, sticky with gloss. His noticing makes all your make up efforts worth it. 

Sirius wipes his thumb into the tissue you'd given him and tucks it away, stroking your cheek one last time with his other hand before stealing yours to twine your fingers. Your friends have carried on into the pub, but it doesn't take long to catch them. Remus was kind enough to wait at the entrance, eyebrows raised. 

"What?" Sirius asks. 

"Nothing." It's clearly something. "At all." 

You figure it's between them and skirt past Remus with a smile, eager to hide away in the warm wooded walls of The Firestroke. The boys filter in behind you, following you through the entryway and past the bar to the table James has commandeered with Emmeline. 

He's fiddling with her hair, readjusting a bobby pin, another held between his lips. "It looks nice, Emme, you should have it out of your face more often." 

"Marl says that all the time. Hey!" She beams at you. "Come and sit by me." 

You laugh happily and slide onto the seat next to her. You, Emme, and James sit on the booth side while Sirius and Remus set themselves down opposite. A waitress arrives and Sirius doesn't wait for the others, ordering a round of drinks for the entire group, wherever they may be. They'll filter in soon enough. 

"And extra cherries for my girl, please," Sirius says, nodding to you as he does. "Thanks." 

"Ooh, for his girl," James croons. 

"Remember when he'd order stuff for me like that?" Remus asks. 

Sirius rolls his eyes, offering his hands to you from across the table. Honestly, you're slightly surprised at his behaviour today, but you won't look a gift horse in the mouth. You lay your hands in his obligingly and relax as he begins to draw shapes into the fronts of your fingers, tiny stroking lines that feel ridiculously good, even under the eyes of your friends. "He's lying. I'd purposefully get his food wrong when we were teenagers so he'd have to go up to the counter and correct it." 

"Like exposure therapy I never signed up for," Remus sighs. "It worked, too." 

Sirius laughs. He's handsome to begin with, the last burst of a tan from summer's end on his skin, his hair dark and lush in the shimmering light, and when he laughs it's a tenfold effect, the grey of his eyes suddenly mesmerising, the wicked curve of his smile softened into a sweeter thing that begs to be kissed, or admired at the very least. You let him keep one hand but turn the other inward to give him similar treatment, rubbing your fingertips up and down his palm in a ticklish wave. 

"Do that to me, mate, there's a good lad," James says, offering his hand. Emmeline bats it away. 

"Awfully jealous today, aren't they?" Sirius asks you, ignoring their teasing to curl your fingers in and cover them. 

"I…" You're not sure what to say. Does he not realise how sweet he's being? Publicly? He's not usually this open. 

"You okay?" 

"Fine, just…" Words fail you twice. You cringe at your lack of explanation, but Sirius doesn't falter in his nice touches. It shouldn't shock you when he slides his chair tight against the table and pulls your hands ever closer, his top lip scratchy with hair as he leans down to kiss your knuckles. "Siri." 

"Yes, darling?"

"Jesus," Marl says, announcing her presence with a faked gag. "What's your problem, Black?" 

"I'm deeply in love, McKinnon. Not that you'd know what that feels like." 

You melt in your chair as he kisses a short path to your wrist. You could write Marlene a ten thousand word essay on love if she needed it, that's how adored he's got you feeling. 

"Absolutely vile."

"So sweet!" Mary denies, plopping herself down in the chair beside Sirius', all pink tulle and flowery smells. Any other day you'd be jealous of her in a good-natured but undeniably insecure manner, terrified that Sirius was gonna turn to her and see her in all her dewy beauty, but he doesn't so much as look up, your hands now rubbed against his cheek. 

"He's had a bit of catnip or something," Remus says. 

"It's the eyeshadow," you try to explain. 

Sirius lifts his head severely. "It looks perfect, but it's definitely not the eyeshadow. I'd feel just as mad about you if you were covered in soot." 

"Good to know," you say breathlessly. 

"Oh, so you're feeling pathetic today?" Marl asks.

Sirius sighs as though he's been greatly inconvenienced and sits up properly, casting his gaze around the group for a lick of sense between them, if his slack eyebrows are anything to go off of. "You're all wrong. I'm this pathetic for her every day of the week." 

"Then what's with the PDA?" James asks incredulously. 

"Mate, first of all, look at her. And if you must know, it's our anniversary." 

You flinch, your gaze jumping to his. The group erupts with well wishes and 'why didn't you say so's, and James slaps his card on the table, insisting that the round is on him to celebrate. Your heart races as you make the calculations in your head, calming as you realise that nothing falls on today's date, not a half month nor a first date. 

"Sirius?" you ask while everyone's distracted. 

He takes your hand again and begins kissing your knuckles once more. "I'm lying," he says, as you'd figured, scratching your fingers with his stubble. "That's what he gets for prying… You really do look lovely tonight." 

You nearly swallow your tongue. "Thank you. You look lovely, too." 

He smiles, twining your fingers together to rest his face against the back of your hand. "Thanks, angel." 

[generalsmemories]

Noodle

✧ Imbibitor Lunae! Dan Heng x gn!reader

✧ synopsis: an evening of you getting familiar with dan heng's true form leads to the birth of an unique nickname - he doesn't complain though.

✧ content: established relationship, fluff, humor

✧ a/n: shocked gasps fills the hall. naru writing about someone else other than jing yuan?? scandalous. jk, this is a celebration of his banner dropping actually !! may all il dan heng wanters become il dan heng havers! enjoy this short sweet piece whilst you shower the boy in love or get stuck farming his materials. not beta read once again fellas.

It's a quiet evening onboard the astral express, everyone had already clocked out for the day and retired to their room to rest. Dan Heng had planned to do the same, having wanted to update the data bank before heading to bed for an early night.

But instead of doing that, he finds himself currently seated on the floor with his back leaning against one of the wall of bookshelves beside his futon on the ground. His hands are around your waist while you've wormed yourself between his legs on your knees so that you can be slightly taller than him for easier access to his horns - which you've been playing with for the last 10 minutes.

His head is resting against your bent forearms whilst your fingers are caressing the horns on his head with a content hum. He blinks his eyes open, adjusting himself so that he's now staring up at you, but your attention is still on his translucent horns.

"You having fun over there?" he asks in a whisper, and you nod with a grin.

"Yeah, did I mention how beautiful they are?"

"A couple of times."

"Well, it's true," you remind him, briefly looking down to make eye contact so you can give him a grin, "Can you actually feel them getting touched?" you ask, and the Vidyadhara male nods slightly.

"The closer you get to the base, the more I can feel it." he explains, which makes you tilt your head curiously to the side, "Sensitive then?" you inquire.

"No, not really. I think it has more with your grip," he clarifies, to which you raise your eyebrows, halting slightly to settle down on his lap, Dan Heng using the opportunity to lean his face into your neck. You chuckle, a hand naturally making their way up to graze a finger down the back of his horns - the action making the Vidyadhara male before you tremble slightly.

"It's ticklish when you touch me that gently, you know."

"Sorry, it's hard to adjust the strength, what if I accidentally hurt you?"

"You won't. But for reference the same strength you use to hold my hand is enough," he mutters into your skin, the way your fingers graze his horns somehow makes him sleepy, but he can't fully drift off to sleep because he feels that you have something more to ask him.

"... What is it?" he asks after a moment of silence, pulling away from the comforts of your neck to stare at you.

"Nothing, I just..." you mutter, "... Can I touch your tail too?" you finally ask in a whisper. Dan Heng blinks up at you in surprise before he let's out a sigh, "You're really liking this form of mine, aren't you?"

"Well, it's still you. More you than ever, no? Are you uncomfortable with me asking so much, though?" you ask, leaning slightly away so that you can give him space, but you find yourself unable when his arms wrap around your waist.

He shakes his head, "You can ask whenever you want. Nothing is too much with you."

He said it so casually that it surprises you. Your eyes softening at the amount of trust he has in you, "... Dan Heng?" you inquire, the Vidyadhara male tilting his head to the side with a hum, "Can I kiss you?"

He chuckles lowly, "What's with you and wanting to ask my permission so much today?" he mutters, fingers grazing your cheek before settling at the back of your neck, gently pulling you closer so he can peck your lips.

"Even I don't know what's gotten into me today," you tell him, "But can I still touch your tail?"

"Said tail has been out for the past few minutes you know. You've just been too absorbed in your own thoughts to realize," he points out, and when you direct your gaze down towards the floor, you notice that the translucent tail is indeed resting on your right side.

"It's as dark as your horns, but even more transluscent," you remark out loud, grazing the scales with a fingers, before picking the pliant tail up with your hands, "Ohh, it's even cool to the touch! Like the perfect temperature to hug," you say, wrapping your arms around the tail before letting you fall down to land on his futon, resting your cheek against the tail, the tuft of hair at the end tickling your skin slightly.

And you seem content for a while, rubbing your face against his tail, so Dan Heng goes back to his initial plan for the evening on updating a few sections of the data bank.

But it only goes a few minutes of him tapping away on the keyboard in the silent room before you quip back up again from your spot, "You know, with all these draconic features you have now, you're like a noodle." you say, Dan Heng raising his eyebrows in confusion, "Noodle?" he asks, just once more to confirm it.

"Yeah, you can summon a dragon that's like a long noodle, your tail is long too like a noodle, and if you think about it, dragons are able to just worm around like a noodle. So you're a noodle," you explain, "But you're my noodle, so it's cute," you say in the end, laughing at the new nickname you've come up for him.

Dan Heng rolls his eyes with a defeated smile. The tail in your arms suddenly disappear from your grasp, but before you can react at its sudden disappearance you find Dan Heng already leaning closer to you to slot his lips over your own once again, "I really don't understand you sometimes," he whispers when you part, "But I guess that's fine too."

You called him yours, and as long as he remains yours, Dan Heng can handle any weird nickname you conjure up for him in the middle of the night.

[pepperonidk]

9:10 p.m. || k.mg

Pairing: mingyu x gn!reader Summary: just some sleepy time tv time with your best boy Warnings: suggestive Word Count: 540

a/n: had a migraine, called in sick at work, and spent the whole day watching totally spies. 9/10 experience, but mingyu's the 1 i need. i'm on a mingyu kick lately

main masterlist || taglist

“So they’re… spies?” 

“Yeah,” you replied. “It’s literally called Totally Spies. That’s the whole thing.” 

You felt Mingyu’s chest rumble from behind you as he chuckled. You snuggled further into him and he pulled the blanket up higher over the two of you. 

“And you used to watch this when you were little?” he asked curiously. 

You hummed in confirmation. “The gadgets, the fashion, it was iconic. This was my James Bond.” You turned your head up to see Mingyu smiling, still watching the TV and leaned up to press a kiss against his neck. He chuckled again at the way your lips tickled his skin. 

"How did they even become spies?" he asked.

"Honestly, I forget," you answered him. "But I think they just randomly kind of fell into it. They were just normal rich teenage girls in Beverly Hills." He nodded as he kept watching, the girls fighting a handsome jewel thief on the TV.

“I have to admit,” he began, his words stretching into a yawn. “It is pretty cool to watch.” 

“Sleepy?” you asked. 

“A little,” he confessed, wrapping his arms tighter around your waist in a cozy embrace. “But we don’t have to go to bed just yet.”

“You sure?”

“Yes, baby,” he smiled down at you. “It’s the first time I’ve been able to spend the night with you in weeks.” 

“And you wanna spend it watching Totally Spies with me?” you chuckled. 

“I wanna spend it with you,” he corrected. 

You shifted in his lap, turning to straddle him instead so you could see his face directly. He smiled and lifted a hand to your cheek. 

“Have I told you lately what a cheese ball you are?” 

He shrugged and reached his other hand to the small of your back, pulling you closer to him. “Not in the last 24 hours at least,” he smiled. 

“Well you are a cheese ball,” you teased.

“And you love me for it,” he pressed a kiss against your cheek as you squealed. 

“And I love you for it,” you confirmed with a laugh. Mingyu continued to press ticklish kisses against your skin. As you tried to pull yourself away from him, he pulled you tighter into his embrace and eventually fell into laughter with you. He pressed one final sweet kiss against your lips before finally relenting and letting you go. 

“What was that about?” you asked with a smile. It was the type of kiss that still made you blush even after all this time. 

“Missed kissing you,” Mingyu shrugged, leaning into you to kiss you again. He reached a hand behind your neck, as if he wasn’t close enough to you. He tasted like the strawberry candy he’d been snacking on during your tv session and you smiled against his lips. 

When you finally broke for air, Mingyu looked flushed. Before he could lean in for another, however, you stood up from the couch and reached a hand down to him. “Let’s go to bed,” you coaxed. 

He pouted up at you as he rubbed circles against your hand in his. “I’m not sleepy,” he protested. 

You smiled playfully at him before tugging him up anyway. “I didn’t say we were going to sleep.”

taglist: @yksthings @alonelystarfish @celestialchans @coveyland @xuimhao @sana-is-ms-rmty @jespecially

[jeonhwang]

Wonwoo + bliss

pairing: wonwoo x fem reader

warnings: fluff, sleepy wonwoo, reader disturbs wonwoo's sleep, stage 5 clinger wonwoo, mentions of pregnancy, suggestive?

[ ❤️ ]

One of those rare moments, where you come home late and Wonwoo is already in bed.

No really. Wonwoo loves his games, and he plays until late night if it isn't for you dragging him to bed, clinging onto his neck.

"Another 30 minutes?"

"No! You've been saying 30 minutes 2 hours ago. Please, let's go to sleep!" He thought you were cute, burrowing your head into the crook of his neck he just couldn't help but to ruffle your hair. He wouldn't trade it for the world to cuddle with you.

It is eerily quiet when you enter the house, but you know he is home judging by the messed up throw pillows on the sofa.

You let out a giggle before you know it. This man is just so endearing, every little traces he left made you smile until your cheeks hurt.

Across the living room was the dining room, and on top of the counter was a leftover takeout. Fried chicken takeout, no doubt was ordered by Wonwoo. He did it all the times that he was alone at home. If you were at home together, it was either you cook or you'd invite Mingyu over to cook because.. why not?

Walking past the reading nook, you went straight into the main bedroom, and opened the door slowly to make as little sound as you could. And there he was, in his mustard pajamas lying on his side with the blanket between his legs.

You held to yourself and prevent from coming closer because you were still in your outside clothes, because no matter how adorable Wonwoo is, you despised it when something or someone unclean is touching the bed. So you went ahead to shower.

After shower, you put on a matching mustard pajamas, on the shorter side since you prefer it shorter than a proper, magazine style pajamas and slide onto bed. You quietly shuffle in, making sure to make less movement as possible. Wonwoo is not a light sleeper per se, but he is the kind to wake up spontaneously regardless of your shenanigans. You can be singing without a care of the world and he can still be asleep, you can also be reading quietly on bed and he will jolt awake, scaring the fuck out of you.

Then again, why not wake him up? It's still too early for him to sleep. Earlier than his usual bedtime, that's for sure.

Moving to straddle Wonwoo, you gently push him so that he lies on his back, caging him in between your thighs. Propping your elbows for support, you trace your fingers on his face, admiring.

Wonwoo sleeps with his mouth slightly open, to which you trace his lips before giving it a kiss. There are times where he fell asleep with his glasses on, and you often giggle while removing it. Some other times, he fell asleep with his book wide open on his chest, it almost hurt to see the spine broken into two. But tonight, he seems like he was playing with his phone, as you notice the gadget next to his pillow.

Leaning closer, you smell something sweet, like vanilla and macadamia. And what do you do with that information? You sniff him.

You sniff his neck, the crook of his neck, his ears, even his whole face, and eventually Wonwoo wakes up from all the sniffing. The ends of your hair makes him feel ticklish, and he slightly stretches before realising that you are on top of him.

"Hm?" Eyes squinting, you can see him scanning your face, before looking around in the room. "Oh, when did you arrive home?" His voice deep, laced with sleep.

His arms wrap around your waist naturally, hands creeping inside your pajamas and you shiver when his cold fingertips make contact with your skin.

"About 20-30 minutes ago. Say, you're sleeping early tonight?" Giving him a smile, you brush his hair away from his face. Wonwoo doesn't flinch at the act, he's used to it. And he misses you so much today. The boys kept mentioning you during lunch, saying how you've been busy and they haven't seen you in a week.

Yawning, he pulls you closer, simultaneously burrowing his head into your neck. Using his leg to reach the comforter, he laid it on top the both of you.

Letting out a contented sigh, he begins to leave a trail of kisses around your neck. You smell like oranges and peaches, and he just loves it. It's always been like this, him sniffing you out right after shower, holding you close by your waist. And you being ticklish, tries to wiggle your way out of it but to no avail.

Even right now, you can't even escape due to his strong hold. You're squirming on top of him like a worm, giggling like a teenage girl.

"Wonwoo stop!" You strech your neck away from him, trying to avoid his kisses as much as you can. When it works, you thank the heavens.

"You're always avoiding my kisses. Are they that bad? Does my breath stinks?" Turning away, he questions you with a frown, his hold loosening.

It breaks your heart to hear it, because if he stinks in the first place you won't even come near him, let alone seduce him.

"No baby! You know I'm ticklish." Using both of your hands, you cup his face, turning his head so that he is facing you. "And you don't stink, you smell heavenly." You end your sentence with dropping kisses on his lips.

Groaning, he kisses you deeply and turns your body to the side. "Mhm gonna make you a mum. You're gonna be so sexy, carrying my baby."

A giggle bursts out of you from his confession. Not exactly a confession, he mentioned wanting to get you pregnant for a while but nothing ever happened. He shares how he can envision you all round, glowing and fucking sexy when you're pregnant.

"I'm already inseparable from you now, it's gonna get a lot worse when you're pregnant, baby."

It's indescribable, what you're feeling. You know it's just his dick talking but you also don't hate the idea of having a baby. In fact, it's been your dream to be a mother. You even wrote it in your diary when you were 8;

A mother by 23.

Now you're way past that age, but it's never too late.

Tracing his high nosebridge, you ask "so do you want to have a baby, or do you only want to see me pregnant?"

Without wasting any breath, Wonwoo answers "both."

"You'll be an amazing mum. I just know it. The way you care about others is truly genuine, and just pure love that only a mother can be." Says Wonwoo, gently playing with your hair, twirling the strands around his fingers.

"And not to mention, you'll be hot as fuck! Imagine all the pregnant se—," you pinch his side before he can even finish his word. Such a naughty thought for someone who got woken up a few minutes ago.

Wonwoo only throws his head back and laughs though. Teasing you is the easiest thing! Not to mention your reactions. Pushing his other hand inside your pajama, he rubs a circle motion on your back, simultaneously making you feel sleepier and horny at the same time. You swear, just a touch from Wonwoo and you're already drenched. It's like magic.

Giving a slight peck to his lips, you ask him the most important question.

"So, is it gonna stay a dream or do you want me to take care of it."

[fatuismooches]

a lesson in napping.

It was a beautiful day in Inazuma. The sun was shining brilliantly, not too hot either, just the perfect temperature, with a slight breeze to keep you cool. Perfect for doing nothing, best for relaxing and enjoying life. It was on days like these when your eyes began to droop much earlier than they should be. There was nothing wrong with that, of course. But Kabukimono was questioning why you were already slipping into the futon when it was so early into the day.

“[Name], what are you doing? Are you sick?” Kabukimono worried over your early retirement to bed.

“No, don’t worry, Kabukimono. I’m just going to sleep for a bit.”

“But… it’s not ‘bedtime’, yet, isn’t it?” You chuckled at his use of the new term you taught him.

“You’re right, it may not be bedtime… but it is naptime,” you replied, having to stifle a yawn, wanting nothing more than to just drag your lover under the sheets and just sleep already. “I’m feeling sleepy, so I’m just going to sleep for a little while. A nap,” you explained.

“Ah, ‘naptime’...” Kabukimono repeated. “So a lot of humans not only sleep during the night but during the day too?” The puppet was still learning about the concept of sleep. He did not need to sleep and found the idea of it fascinating. But before, when you left him to sleep by himself, you would be awoken by quiet sobs, and him curled into a ball. You wondered what he dreamed about that made him cry so much, but you never pushed for answers. But now that he lay on your chest whenever he dozed, it seemed that he was no longer plagued by those frightful dreams, at least not so frequently.

“Of course, Kabukimono,” you giggled. “Though most people here sleep during the night, there’s no set time on when a person should sleep. You can sleep whenever you want.” With that, you held your arms out, inviting him to come join you.

“Come here, my love. Why don’t you try it? Won’t you take a nap with me?” Immediately a smile grew on his face, happy to be invited to the activity. Kabukimono shyly slid under the blankets with you and then looked up at you with puppy eyes, hands close to his chest.

“Can you… can you hold me, please?” His cheeks grew to a faint red as he asked. The puppet loved affection but sometimes was scared to ask for it. He’d even get nervous while asking you to accompany him for simple things, leaning from foot to foot with hands behind his back. As if he thought you did not want to be in his presence.

Perhaps he had been rejected in the past, and that hurt his fragile heart.

But no matter, you were here to relieve all of his worries and make him feel wanted. You smiled in response and watched as Kabukimono’s face lit up. “Of course, dearest. Here, turn around,” the boy eagerly followed your instruction and softly giggled as his back pressed against your chest. He really loved being the little spoon.

You briefly thought back to the time when you first spooned him. It was a lovely experience, and he was a joy to hold. But you had felt playful at the time, and what better way to surprise him by tickling him? Your arms were in the best position for tickles too - snug around his middle.

Unfortunately, Kabukimono was not ticklish. The only thing you got out of it was a hot, embarrassed face while Kabukimono looked at you with a confused expression as to why your fingers were dancing around his tummy. It seemed like the puppet really didn’t have any weaknesses. At least not physical ones.

Quickly snapping out of that little memory, you took pleasure in the way Kabukimono was practically glowing in happiness. You wouldn’t have it any other way. It really felt like only the two of you existed in the world right now. Nothing else mattered.

“Good night, [Name]! Oh, I actually shouldn’t be saying that, right? Since it’s still daytime-” The puppet began to correct himself but you kissed him before he could continue, catching him off guard but he quickly reciprocated.

“How about ‘sweet dreams’?”

“Sweet dreams… I like that. Sweet dreams, [Name].”

“Sweet dreams to you as well, Kabukimono. Maybe we’ll have connected dreams, too.”

“Connected dreams? Is something like that even possible?”

“Sure is! Dreams are very, very powerful, love. Don’t forget that. Now hurry to dreamland, before we lose our sleepiness,” you finished, pecking him on the cheek for good measure. Kabukimono settled into the comfortable position once more at your words, comforted by the calm in and outs of your chest. His eyes fluttered shut, as his body succumbed to the surrounding warmth.

The deeply loved puppet soon drifted off, dreaming of a happy and beautiful future with you. You two even adopted a cat! It was a bit grumpy, but that was okay. It would come true, right? After all, if dreams were so powerful, they should become reality eventually.

Right?

lesson 1. lesson 2. lesson 3. lesson 4. lesson 5. lesson 6. lesson 7. lesson 8. lesson 9. lesson 10. bonus lesson.

[4sturns]

TICKLISH

matt s. x gn!reader

genre: tooth rotting fluff

synopsis: where matt's trying to show your body the love it deserves by leaving light kisses all over your skin, but he forgets you're far too ticklish to handle them.

warnings: intro seems sus but have faith in me, cavity inducing sweetness, pet names (baby, honey, dear), delusions galore

a/n: thank you for 600 followers, enjoy this cute piece as my token of appreciation 🖤 this also has to be one of my favorite pieces i have ever written she's just so cute

matt has you pinned under him, his lips leaving feather like kisses around your jaw, slowly making his way down to your neck. it's the soft and gentle touch that you've been craving all day, accompanied with matt's presence of course.

your hands are held together above your head by matt's left hand while his right hand rests by your shoulder, holding his weight up.

when matt presses a kiss to the junction between your neck and shoulder, you release a content breath. your boyfriend never fails to make you feel loved. he cherishes every single inch of your body as if you were an angel in disguise, and to matt, he fully believes that you truly are an angel, his angel.

his soft, plump lips work their way down from your collarbone to the top of your chest. he leaves open mouthed kisses to the skin, his long eyelashes fluttering against your chest in result to his close proximity which makes you let out a small giggle.

matt's head pops up from his position below you as a gentle smile graces over his features. he releases his grip on your hands and lets them fall to his head. your hands waste no time as they get lost in his soft locks, massaging at his scalp. matt closes his eyes and lets out a little sigh, letting you know how much he's enjoying your touch.

"what's got you all giggly, baby?" matt grumbles against you, his head falls down to rest on top of your exposed stomach as one of his hands come up to draw shapes into the soft skin.

"it's nothing, honey. i just got a little ticklish, that's all." you continue to play with matt's hair.

the room's quiet, but it's peaceful. the lights are low in your boyfriend's room. the little led ghost fixture by his bed illuminates the side of his face, making him look like the most beautiful boy you've ever laid eyes on.

"ticklish, you say?" matt lifts his head back up. a mischievous smirk appears on his face, but before you can even react, you feel his lips return to the sensitive skin of your stomach as his fingers attack your sides, making you break out into fits of laughter.

you're thrashing around under him, hands trying so hard to push his off and away from your sides, but it only pushes him to tickle you harder. you're shrieking at this point, your face red from the lack of air as your uncontrollable laughter gets the better of you. matt joins in too, his chuckles and occasional screeches fill up the room with yours.

"matt, baby, i can't— i can't breathe!" you're tearing up as matt continues to attack your sides. but you're not going to let him get away with this.

with a small intake of air, you gather up all the strength you have left in your body and flip the both of you, causing for matt to be the one on the bottom now. you act fast, hands working diligently on his body as his eyes close and a light shade of pink dusts his cheeks.

you have one hand working at his armpit as the other attacks his side, similarly to how he tickled you moments prior.

now matt's the one begging for mercy as his giggles echo off the walls of the room and leak through to the rest of the house. you wish for him to always feel this kind of joy in his life. you never want this moment to end, but you know you don't have much time before he has you under him again, and you're not quite ready to be the victim to another ruthless tickle attack again.

your hands switch around to tickle at other parts of his body you're sure he's ticklish at, while your eyes scan matt's face. his eyes are closed shut but you can still make out the tears of laughter that threaten to spill from his eyes. his cheeks are now a shade of red, whether it's from the intense laughter or from how flustered he gets when he feels your body against his will be a mystery, but you'll question him about it later. his mouth is wide open as loud cackles and giggles escape his throat. you're positive his cheeks hurt from smiling so hard as much as you're sure his body probably aches from the insane amount of laughter and joy flowing from his body.

"so now who's ticklish!" you taunt him. he does little to fight back, having given up on swatting your hands away a while back. you note how he's struggling to respond to you which causes a string of cackles to leave your body.

suddenly, you're flipped over again and your back rests against the sheets once more. your eyes are shut tightly as you brace yourself for a second round of attacks, but they never come.

instead, you open your eyes to see a giggling matt hovering above you. his eyes are glistening with so much joy that you could almost mistake him as a kid whose parent got him ice cream from the ice cream truck down the street.

his eyes melt into yours before he breaks the sound of quiet chuckling with his soft and spent voice.

"i call a truce! i can't handle another round, my fingers ache." matt's still trying to catch his breath, chest heaving against yours as he tries hard to keep his laughter at bay. he flashes you a wide smile, a genuine one, which mirrors yours.

you quickly lift your hands up and put them in the air to show your surrender, before linking them around matt's neck, pulling him in closer to you. your lips collide in a sweet and passionate kiss. one which you both smile through, only to break away with another giggle.

"a truce it is, my dear."

[daydreamingyuta]

how about a bf jaehyun x gf reader and him being his silly goofy and clingy self (DID YOU SEE HOW CUTE HE WAS IN THE DANCE PRACTICE OMGGG) alone with reader but getting caught by Johnny who then teases him about it the rest of the day

[8:31 am] | Jaehyun

summary: fluff, drabble, you and bf!jaehyun getting 'caught' acting cute by johnny who can't help but tease jaehyun about it wc: 683 a/n: thank you for requesting! I'm sorry this took so long, i've just been busy with school but I hope you enjoy it! <3 and yes! he was so cute in the fact check dance practicee! I'm always so shocked when people perceive jae as someone who's intimating, like he's so silly and such a cutie!!

You were woken by the sunlight streaming into Jaehyun's bedroom. You were just able to reach your phone which was charging, but other than that you couldn't move, trapped by Jaehyun holding you, so you stay on your phone until you're fully awake. You try to gently move out of his grasp but your movement ends up waking him. His first instinct was to pull you closer as he yawned. "Good morning, baby." He says, nuzzling into your neck.

You must be feeling extra ticklish this morning because you found that you couldn't control your laughter when he started placing sweet kisses on your neck.

"Shh, it's still early. All the guys are still sleeping." He says, even though he still persists with his actions, causing you to squeal even louder.

When he decides you have had enough, he stops and hops out of bed to get ready for the day. You follow him into the bathroom, quickly throwing on your sweatshirt because it was getting colder. You two brush your teeth and wash your faces together, Jaehyun kissing you on the top of your head as you finish up your skincare routine. He decided to take a shower so you head out of the bathroom and into the kitchen.

You weren’t hungry just yet, but knew you would be soon so you decided to make some breakfast. Plus, the boys would really appreciate a hot meal as soon as they wake up. You get started by getting out all the pans and cracking a few eggs into it.

The toaster makes a pop as two pieces of toast come out, causing you to jump slightly. You hear Jaehyun laughing and you turn around to see him, fresh out of the shower with a towel around his waist and wet hair dripping onto his shoulders.

“I swear there’s something wrong with your toaster, it scares me every single time.” You say, defending yourself.

Jaehyun flashes you a smile as he walks closer to you, taking a peak at what all you’re making. You turn your attention back to the food as well, making sure nothing’s burning. “Hm, smells good angel.” Jaehyun says as he wraps his arms around your waist from behind.

It would have been a sweet little moment if Jaehyun hadn’t just gotten out of the shower. You immediately feel your back get wet and you try to nudge him off. “Jae, you’re getting me soaked!”

You both laugh as he refuses to let go of you. “I’ll let you change into some of my clothes sweetheart.” His words make you relax a bit until you hear someone snort out a laugh from behind you. You both break apart and look at who has come into the room.

You see a grinning Johnny, more than delighted to have walked in on a very clingy Jaehyun, which happens to be a very rare sight for him to see. Jaehyun prepared himself for Johnny's teasing but they didn't come just yet because you spoke up before Johnny could.

"Good morning, I made some breakfast!" You point to everything while handing him a plate so he can grab whatever he wants. "I'm gonna go change real quick." You say, showing him your wet clothes and laughing.

Johnny thanks you for making breakfast and as soon as you're out of ear shot, he turns to Jaehyun. "I'll let you change into some of my clothes sweetheart." He says in an overly deep voice, trying to wrap his arms around Jaehyun's waist. "I'm so in love with you baby, I had to hop right out of the shower and come and see you sweetheart."

Jaehyun's cheeks become a pink color, but he can't blame Johnny for making fun of him. If it was the other way around, he would be making jokes at Johnny's expense. "Whatever, like you’ve never been in love before."

Johnny touches his heart in fake adornment. "Valentine boy’s in lovee.” 

Jaehyun decides to try his best to ignore him, knowing that he’ll be teased about this for the rest of the day.

[theemporium]

Omg omg omg ok I would like a smut- berry daquiri ♥️♥️ but i cant chose between these prompts they both had me gagged so you can chose 😂 with jack please!

“you should probably hold on to something.”

“if i have to pull over, you won’t be able to walk for a week.”

thank you for requesting!🫶🏽 as promised to @hischierhoney, this is the stoner!jack blurb i said i would write after i handed in my assignment because he has been festering in our dms for the best part of the last week🤠enjoy!

22. "If I have to pull over, you won't be able to walk for a week."

note: PLEASE DO NOT DRIVE UNDER THE INFLUENCE!!!! DO NOT DO IT!!! THIS IS FOR FIC PURPOSES ONLY!!

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In his defence, you started it. 

Well, Trevor started it when he pulled out a packet of gummies—some new strand and flavours that he had been adamant was way better than anything Jack had ever tried before. Which, in the name of being honest, is a pretty fucking bold statement to make considering Jack has had his fair share of edibles, gummies and baked treats alike, during his time. 

But he bit the bait, taking one of the wrapped sweets from Trevor before the other boy turned to you. He wiggled his eyebrows, a shit-eating grin on his face as he offered a sweet to you. 

“Whadda you say, doll? Wanna try something a little stronger than Rowdy’s shitty sweets?” 

And you, far too proud and stubborn to back down from a challenge, took the bait too. 

After the first thirty minutes or so, it was fine. It was nothing extraordinary, nothing that made Jack feel like he had just experienced something revolutionary. It was like a nice distant buzz, one that was calming and soothing and slowly grew stronger, but it wasn’t scary. It was comforting. It was completely fine.

You, on the other hand, were a different story. 

Maybe it just hit you quicker or maybe it was because your tolerance was lower than him, but Jack didn’t really notice the way you curled into his side under the blanket. It was nothing unusual. You were sitting around a bonfire, the temperature was starting to drop and you had always leaned a little more into the touchier side when you had some weed in your system.

But it wasn’t until you had settled into the passenger seat of his jeep, an unwavering smile on your face as you turned to look at him as he pulled out of the parking spot, that he realised just what intentions you had in mind. 

“Baby.”

It was a choked out noise, one that got stuck in the back of his throat when you leaned over the console, your lips placing a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss on a ticklish spot on his neck. The one that always sent a shiver down his spine. 

“Hi,” you giggled, your breath warm as it fanned across his still cold skin.

He swallowed harshly, expecting you to pull back and settle back down in your seat but you remained. “Can I help you with something?” 

“Mhm,” you nodded with a hum as you nosed along his jaw. 

He could barely fight the gasp that left his lips as you began to kiss along his neck again, this time your hand reaching down to rest on his upper thigh. You were shameless with it, the way your hand cupped the bulge of his cock in his sweatpants as you mouthed along his skin. 

“Baby, you need to stop—”

“I don’t wanna.”

“We’ll be back in twenty—”

“But I wanna feel you now, Jack.”

“Shit,” he breathed out, his head falling back against the headrest. His hands clenched the steering wheel, every touch and kiss and caress feeling like it was setting his nerves to explode with euphoria. “If I have to pull over, you won’t be able to walk for a week.”

He could feel your smile against his neck. “Is that a promise?” 

It was a promise. 

In fact, it was more than a fucking promise. It was a prophecy. 

Your head was spinning with the need and desire to feel Jack, to have his hands on your skin and his lips on yours and to feel every fucking inch of him. That need had been there earlier in the night, long before you even ate the sweet Trevor gave you. It’s always there, bubbling under your skin. 

But Jack was infuriatingly patient when he wanted to be. There had been a number of times he had proven as much, when he was hard and aching and rutting against the mattress but refused to fuck you as he licked and kissed and devoured your cunt, despite the way you begged to feel his cock inside you. He knew when to push his own desires and needs off to the side. 

And you honestly assumed he would do the same in the car, that he would indulge in you for a bit before pushing you back into your seat and telling you to wait until you were back on campus, that your good behaviour would be rewarded. 

You definitely didn’t expect him to actually pull over into some side road off the main country lane. 

And you definitely didn’t expect him to tell you to get out of the car.

And you certainly did not expect him to bend you over the hood of his jeep, his hands slipping under the cute sundress you had worn for the bonfire, pulling the skirt over your ass and sliding your panties down your legs until you were left bare for him. 

“Is this what you wanted?” Jack asked, soft pants escaping his lips as he watched the way his cock thrusted in and out of you, the way you took him so fucking well like you were made for him. “My needy girl, hm? Just couldn’t fucking wait twenty minutes.”

“Jack,” you whined, your cheek pressed against the cool metal of his car, your hands desperately trying to grasp onto something to hold but he was one step ahead. You could only let out a pathetic whimper when he reached for your hands, locking your wrists behind your back with one hand like it was the easiest thing in the world. 

“Can feel you fucking dripping all over me, babe,” Jack continued, the slapping of his skin against yours so loud and clear and it made your cheeks burn. “Bet you fucking love this, huh? Letting me fuck you where anyone can see. Maybe you want them to see what a good girl you are f’me.”

“I—” You choked on a moan, your eyes fluttering shut as his free hand squeezed your hip. “Please. Please.”

“Atta girl, baby,” he murmured, and you could hear the grin on his face even if you couldn’t see him. “Love when you beg for me, makes me wanna make my pretty girl come all over my cock.”

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[niki-phoria]

I WOULD GIVE UP HEAVEN IF I HAD TO

pairing: okkotsu yuuta x gn!reader (no pronouns used) genre: fluff word count: 392

notes: i am officially no longer a high school student :)) i'm hoping to write more but i make no promises my motivation is very infrequent lmao, not proofread !! pls forgive any mistakes, title from enhypen - sweet venom

OKKOTSU YUUTA looks the most peaceful when he’s asleep. the weight of the world momentarily slips off of his shoulders. his usually sharp features relax, exposing the softer contours of his face. for at least a few hours each day, you watch as he sets down his jujutsu armor and allows himself to be a teenage boy once again.

the steady hum of the air conditioner drones on, filling the quiet of your dorm room. it wasn’t uncommon for jujutsu high to be nearly empty with most of the students out on missions, giving you an excuse to lay cuddled up in bed into the later hours of the morning. 

sunlight streams in through your opened blinds, casting a golden glow across your bedroom. you reach up to carefully push a few stray strands of hair away from yuuta’s face. he stirs at the contact, softly groaning as the last remnants of sleep escape him. 

“good morning, yuu,” you smile. 

yuuta squints at you, slowly letting his eyes adjust to the sudden brightness of the world. “morning,” he mumbles; his words slur together from sleep. you chuckle when he shuffles closer, leaning his head against your chest just above your heartbeat. 

he sighs, nuzzling himself closer to your body. your fingers dance along yuuta’s back before tangling into his ink black hair. your nails gently massage against his scalp, earning a soft sigh from him in response. “do you think we’re together in every universe?” 

yuuta shifts slightly, forcing you to pause your ministrations. he tiredly blinks up at you with a tired smile. “of course we are.”

you chuckle softly, brushing his bangs away from his face. “how can you be so sure?”

“i love you.” yuuta presses a kiss against your cheek. “i’ll always love you.” this time, it’s a peck against your nose. he smiles against your skin as he peppers a few stray kisses against the crook of your neck. he chuckles when you squirm at the ticklish feeling; his arms snake around your waist to hold you still as he finds solace in the crook of your shoulder once again. “i’d find you in every universe. i love you in all of them.”

you smile brightly at him. yuuta’s eyes flutter shut as he leans in, sealing his promise with a sweet kiss pressed against your lips.

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[wileys-russo]

i thought of a PERFECT lessi fic. so r is a teacher and one of her students have a cute crush on her. lessi notices the little gifts she’s getting and gets jealous

school yard crush II a.russo

"-alright that's the bell and i will see you all tomorrow. make sure to be sensible and smart when walking home or by the road please year three!" you called out after your students as they filed out one by one, chattering happily that the day was finally over.

"miss?" you looked down to see one of your boys was requesting your attention, hiding something behind his back. "yes ben?" you gave it to him as he shuffled from foot to foot. "this is for you bye!" he handed you a folded piece of paper and raced off out of the room causing you to laugh.

watching to make sure all of them made it out safely you returned to your desk, having some homework to mark before you could head home hopefully before five.

taking a seat you opened the letter, a smile growing on your face as the boy had scrawled a poem using the letters of your name to compliment you. "so cute." you chuckled, taking a photo of it and tucking it away in your desk.

"lessi? you home?" you called out a few hours later as you let yourself in, not having seen her car in the driveway. dumping your bag on the counter you noticed a heart shaped note stuck to the fridge indicating your fiancé had headed to the market to grab a few things.

unsure when she'd left or when she'd return you headed off to shower, ready to wash off the day and get comfortable to continue the marking you'd not yet finished.

stepping out of the bathroom and into your bedroom you could hear music and smell the inevitable scent of the blondes cooking signaling she was home. changing into her arsenal travel top and a pair of shorts you made your way toward the source of the alluring scent.

"hello you." she saw you before you reached her, stirring something in a pan as she sent you a beaming smile. "hi baby." you kissed her gently in greeting before clinging to her tightly, feeling an immediate sense of calm settle over you as the two of you shared an embrace.

"you smell lovely." the striker mumbled as she rubbed your back and kissed your cheek, the two of you stepping away from one another. "it's this new body wash, it's caramel scented." you yawned, rounding the bench and settling yourself on a stool.

"when did you get that?" alessia asked curiously, moving to chop some carrots as she kept a watchful eye over what was already on the stove. "one of the kids at school gave it to me, i tried to give it back but he started to cry and i felt too guilty." you admitted with a sheepish smile.

"mm teachers pet? every class needs one." alessia laughed, sweeping the carrot off the board and into the pan. "no i think he has a crush, it's quite sweet really." you chuckled, alessia's smile disappearing at that. "should you be encouraging that?" she questioned with a small frown.

"i'm not encouraging it!" you chuckled as your fiancé simply hummed. "alessia russo are you jealous of an eight year old?" you teased with a grin, the blonde sending you a glare over her shoulder. "no." she grumbled with a frown.

"my love i mention that my name's gonna change once i get married like every five minutes. i'm not leaving you for him less." you laughed at the question.

"i'd also be marrying you in prison if you did." alessia retorted as you clicked your tongue in agreement. "look its harmless babe. i'm sure his parents got the body wash anyway, you know very well they have no issues trying to bribe me to pay their kids a little extra attention. and you have no issues eating the chocolates that follow!" you smiled standing up and moving to hug her from behind, poking her very ticklish sides as she squealed and grabbed your hands in hers.

"he did write me a little poem today though. you know you could take some tips from this kid i don't see any love letters from you!" you teased, placing a few gentle kisses to her neck. "i leave you notes in your lunch all the time!" alessia protested with a huff.

"yeah that say things like 'property of future mrs russo' or 'reminder that you have the best fiance in the world'." you laughed with a roll of your eyes. "they make you smile do they not?" alessia raised an eyebrow as you had to agree.

"then you're welcome."

"mm so romantic." you smiled, the blonde pecking your lips before you removed yourself, grabbing your phone and waving her over to read the poem from today.

"i guess that's a little bit sweet." alessia admitted with a sigh, stealing another kiss and returning back to the stove.

"what's cookin good lookin?" you questioned as you slid your laptop out of your bag, placing it down in front of you and moving your bag to the floor.

"beef ragu." you could have moaned at the answer, instead sighing happily as alessia chuckled at your obvious excitement.

"if food is the way to the heart you could have asked me to marry you the first night you cooked for me and i'd have said yes." you grinned, flashing your wedding ring at her as she sent you a wink.

~

"come on come on come on, i want butts in chairs within thirty seconds or we'll do extra math all afternoon instead!" you warned playfully as your class took their time dawdling in from their morning break. though at that threat they sprinted in and hurried to sit down making you laugh.

"it's quiet reading time to calm down a bit, everyone go and grab a book please!" you encouraged, gesturing toward the bookshelf on the back wall.

"why did you get us to sit down if we had to get up again to get a book miss?" one of the girls called out with a groan. "because i can! now off you go." you waved, taking a seat at your desk. focused on the paper in front of you you jumped slightly as you glanced up and found a pair of eyes much closer than you thought.

"these are for you miss." ben thrust out a handful of flowers and weeds, messily tied together with a hair tie as dirt showered down on your desk making you wince. "did you pick these out of the garden buddy?" you asked to which he nodded with an eager grin.

"okay. i think we need to have a little chat." you smiled, standing to your feet and gesturing for him to follow you outside. "3C my listening ears are on, so keep reading and no silly business or its times tables for all!" you warned seriously before stepping out of the classroom and partially closing the door.

"how come you brought me those flowers ben?" you started gently as the two of you sat down on the bench outside your classroom. "because my dad gets my mum flowers." he answered matter of factly as you bit back a smile.

"okay. so you got them for me because..." you encouraged for him to finish your sentence. "you're really pretty, like my mum." he again answered confidently. "now ben that is very sweet, but you know you and me aren't like your mum and dad." you started softly.

"i'm your teacher, so we have a special relationship but not like the one your mum and dad have. i am always here if you're feeling sad or upset or confused or angry or if you just need to chat, and i'll always do my best to help you. but i already have a fiancé, and i love her like your dad loves your mum." you continued, the boys face falling slightly but nodding along.

"and she gave me this ring which means that we promise to only love each other like your dad loves your mum. one day when you're ready and a lot older, you'll find someone like that too! but you have to stop getting me things okay? its very thoughtful but i want you to only think of me like a teacher or a friend, okay?" you finished as ben nodded.

"now you and olivia are pretty good friends right?" you diverted as he confirmed. "so why don't you go and give her the flowers? because you can give best friends things like that too to make them smile! just not teachers." you clarified as the boy let out a small oh and nodded quickly.

"alright. thank you for listening! back inside you go." the smile returning to his face as he raced inside you let out a sigh, taking a moment to collect yourself and return, clapping a pattern and grinning as all your students clapped back.

~

"only me!" you perked up as your fiancés voice rang through your shared home, a thump as she tripped over on the way in making you grin as she hurried to the kitchen.

"welcome home clumsy." you greeted her as the blonde returned and wasted no time flopping her taller form down on top of you. "how was dinner?" you asked, running your hands through her hair, alessia having gone out with a few of her team mates after training.

"it was lovely. missed you though!" she pouted as you kissed it away, having declined her invitation in favor of lesson planning. "brought you some leftovers. have you eaten?" she pushed herself up to hover over you as you shook your head with a guilty smile.

"baby it's nearly nine thirty! no more work, i'm banning it." your fiancé scowled, closing your laptop expertly with her foot and hauling you up to your feet. "those are for you too." she kissed your cheek and nodded to a bunch of flowers on the counter as she moved to heat you up some food.

"oh lessi, they're gorgeous. thank you!" you smiled softly in appreciation as she placed a bowl into the microwave. "are these just because i told you about ben today?" you teased, having called the striker during your lunch break to fill her in on your conversation.

"no! they're just because i love you." alessia defended, moving to press her body into yours and bury her face in your neck as you hummed with a chuckle, the taller girls lips beginning to mark a trail down the column of your throat as she pushed you a little harder into the counter.

"maybe it had a tiny bit to do with it...but just a tiny bit!"