#i need to go to bed maybe. goodnight kittens

[steelycunt]

sent a screenshot of a reel of a kitten only one baby bottle tall to the discord gc at 00:07 and no one even replied it’s like no one even wants to see a screenshot of a reel of a kitten only one baby bottle tall anymore. it’s like no one’ll make the time

[royal-apple-cider-martini]

I am giving you guys a soft fluffy blanket large enough to comfortably fit your entire family under it and it just came out of the dryer

**The Next Evening**

Angel: *hasn’t been able to sleep due to worry*

Lucifer: *poofs back home via portal*

Angel: LUCI?! Are you okay?! *goes over and hugs him tightly*

Lucifer: *hides the wince* I’m fine. I’m sorry I worried you and Husk. But I’m back!

Angel: *holds him close* We were so worried about you. We wanted to save you but we couldn’t reach you

Lucifer: I know Angel. There wouldn’t have been much for you to do. I’m glad you’re here anyways.

Angel: Lucifer…*tears up* Do you want anything to eat? Or maybe a bath? I can run one for you!

Lucifer: Angel I’m fine. I’m just tired. I think I’ll go to bed.

Angel: Well Husk is snuggling with the kittens. **sleeping with the large warm blanket** Do you want me to join you in bed?

Lucifer: I would like that but…uh…after being tied up, I think I just need some time to myself. You understand, right?

Angel: Of course I do *puts him down and kisses his forehead* go get some rest Cowboy 😉

Lucifer: *forcibly laughs but looks uneasy*

Angel: Oh…too soon?

Lucifer: *nods*

Angel: Sorry about that. If you need anything just let me know.

Lucifer: Okay. Goodnight Angel *goes to his room and winces, removing his jacket and shirt to reveal his shoulder wrapped up and drops the facade. He’s tired and goes to lay down, not feeling tired enough to sleep but to exhausted to do much else.*

[possum-quesadilla]

Chapter four of Time’s Arrow, “Suddenly, nothing is as it was, Where are you now, Orpheus?” Is out now! Goodnight. Make sure to read the warnings carefully!! This one is a doozy!

As always, extras!

- The lyrics for this title’s chapter are from “Hey, Little Songbird” from ‘Hadestown’! I’m sure we can all connect the dots with this one, hehe.

- “Are ya finally takin’ me out back to give me the Old Yeller treatment?” “Not today.” - based on a real conversation I had with my sister one morning as she dragged me out of bed!

- “He went to hop up out of the bed, squinting at the horrible, pounding migraine that was slowly blossoming in his skull. Christ on a boat, has the room always been this bright?” - It has! He’s just struggling with enhanced sensory issues.

- “sipping from a coffee mug that read ‘Happy Father’s Day from your favorite financial burden’.” - Based on a mug my friend got for their dad!

- “Ah, shit.” … “C’mon, Chuck, conversation is not mandatory.” - To clarify: Beej is not irritated that Charles is trying to speak to him! He just thinks that he feels obligated to talk to him, and that that’s really awkward.

- “Beetlejuice grit his teeth as Charles paused to take a sip of his coffee and swallow louder than he was sure any human ever needed to.” - again, sensory issues! Charles didn’t swallow that loud at all.

- The oatmeal cream pie incident - based on a real incident with my own sister. The same sister as before. Yes, word for word.

- “Goodness! I was worried I’d have to grab my bear mace!” - Based on something my own stepmother said, oh my god.

- “Delia’s ‘organically’ cherry-scented chapstick” - Beej can smell that it’s not actually organic! But he won’t break Delia’s heart by telling her that.

- “… on second thought, Beej, why don’t you stay here?” Lydia finished up tying her boots, hopping to her feet. “Wh- huh? Why?” “I don’t wanna overwhelm the poor cat with too many people at once, y’know?” Beetlejuice frowned a bit. What did I do wrong? “.. I guess.” I would scare the cat, wouldn’t I? I can be less scary.” - Misunderstanding, woo! Beej thinks Lydia thinks he is too scary to go with them to get the kitten, and that she may be embarrassed to be seen with him in public. Lydia understands he is spooked at the idea of being in a car and doesn’t want him to experie nce that while he’s already going through something else.

- “ “Oh! Hey, give me your jacket.” The demon immediately went to remove his jacket…” - Too bad Barbara and Adam were too busy to witness jacket-less Beetlejuice!

- “… clacking his teeth a few times. He halted when Charles raised an eyebrow in his direction.” - Charles isn’t perturbed by this stim, Beej just assumes he is. It’s just an odd noise to hear out of nowhere!

- “ “Sorry, Bug, we… have some cleaning to do in the basement!” Barbara called from… Beetlejuice squinted. Why was she and Adam walking towards the stairs from the garage like that? Were they… sneaking? Don’t they hate the basement?” - I wonder what the Maitlands are doing in the basement?

- “ “Aren’t you forgetting something?” Beetlejuice halted, furrowing his brows. He wasn’t quite sure what she’d meant. Maybe he didn’t say goodbye properly? Did she want more affection? He then slowly stepped back over to Lydia, leaning over to press a kiss to her forehead once he reached her. He then turned to bolt towards the stairs once again. Lydia groaned loudly. “No, clean up your mess in the kitchen!” She turned to open the door, shaking her head. “Damn, who raised you?” ” - based on a splendid scene from one of my favorite shows ever, Brooklyn-99.

- “Beetlejuice, totally not enjoying an episode of ‘Jane the Virgin’ with Delia as they sat together on the couch…” - he absolutely was enjoying watching ‘Jane the Virgin’ with his new bestie.

- “Lydia reached into the box and pulled out a scruffy, disheveled little black kitten. He had small white patches on his face, paws, and stomach, and looked like he was born in a dumpster.” - based on my sister’s kitten, Pinto Bean! He is more white than black, and we got him from a farm. He looked like a little garbage baby.

- “ “‘Percy’?” “Yeah, he came with that name. Apparently they were themed? I’ll probably change it.” ” - The whole litter was, unfortunately, named after the Weasley family from (ugh) Harry Potter. Also, yes, he is partially based on Lydia’s cat from the animated series!

- “ “Why? You are small.” “I’m taller than you!” “Not for long. I’m due for a second growth spurt soon.” ” - Beetlejuice is 5’3”! Lydia is too, but not for long.

- “It reeked of some aromatic herb he couldn’t discern.” - he does not Know His Herbs.

- “You’ll have to send me away to a remote cabin by the sea to ‘clear my mind’, like they did to women back in the day. I’ll go even more insane and rip off all the wallpaper. Maybe set the place on fire.” - another ‘Yellow Wallpaper’ reference!

- “.. either up from the secret project in the basement…” - hmm, once again, I wonder what this is!

- “… while she was taking a break from… Y’know. Downstairs.” - being downstairs for too long freaks the Maitlands out. Y’know. ‘Cause their bodies were down there.

- Lydia’s questions - some of the proper questions to ask while someone is having a meltdown! Never touch or approach someone without permission. Ask if they want to be alone or not.

- “.. I like ‘Frankenstein’ as much as the next guy, but three times? Overkill.” - Based on my experience with ‘The Great Gatsby’. I read it three years in a row. My sister read it two years in a row. I now own five copies of that book.

- “I heard the other class is reading ‘Flowers for Algernon’. And that it totally sucks. Super depressing.” - don’t read ‘Flowers for Algernon’ unless you wanna cry.

- “Barbara nodded a little. “I know how to get blood out of wool. It’s really easy.” ” - both because she likes true crime and ‘cause, y’know, she’s a woman! People with periods know how to get blood stains out.

- “ “M-my hair’s starting to grey. Sometimes, I look in the mirror and I see-” he halted, a shudder wracking through his whole body.” - sometimes, he looks in the mirror and sees his mother. It terrifies him. (Based on personal experience)

- “I’ve never been this tired before. Not since… I was alone, in the loop. I feel like if I let myself lay down, if I stop.. performing, pretending I’m doing great, I’ll… I’ll never wake up again.” - oop. Based on personal experience yet again.

- “ “… Bee, I… it sounds like you’re burnt out.” The demon whirled around to face Adam suddenly, eyes wide. “… b-.. burnt… out?” ” - Beej is terrified here because he thinks Adam means the other meaning we find out about later!

- “ “When we push ourselves too much, sometimes our minds and bodies push back. If you don’t let yourself properly rest and recuperate, your body will make you.” Adam glanced down as he went to wrap Beetlejuice’s arm, but otherwise kept his eyes on his face. “It feels like you’re sick because you are. You haven’t been properly taking care of yourself.” ” - just gonna put this here, for those that need to read it. Your brain is an organ, and can get sick just like any other organ.

- “… excuse me for a moment. I’m about to lose my temper.” - based on a line from ‘Fantastic Mr. Fox’.

- The scream - based on the scream from the touring version of the show. You know what I’m talkin’ about.

- “crunching of leaves under his shoes.” - back on his illusion bullshit already

- “Autumn is on it’s way, his mind gently supplies, the thought drifting in slow and sluggish. The cold will come. It is inevitable.” … “Steady now. It will only consume you if you let it. But the cold will come.” - wow, foreshadowing? In my fic? Sure is!

- “I let you in.” - although I’ve heard it in many pieces of media with demons, the most famous use of this phrase is in ‘Talk To Me’.

- The art is once again done by the fabulous @/splasharooni !! Here it is again bc I love it so much <33

- “They stand up straight, trying not to cower as he rises to his full height, towering over them by a good foot, at least.” - Cyrus is 6’4”!

- “his long cigarette holder” - like they had back in the ‘20’s, ‘cause he’s a classy old bitch.

- “If they had held them for too long, Beetlejuice’s felt their own limited warmth be slowly but surely sapped away. But now, he was… warm. Goosebumps chased up their arm as he gently turned their hand over, inspecting their purple-ish-blue-hued fingers with his cool gaze.” - I wonder if this has any thematic implications.

- “ “.. couldn’t leave... the house that breather lived in.” They briefly chewed on the inside of their cheek. Careful. Careful.” … “The mark burned into Lydia’s arm, although they are very careful not to say her name, or who she is.” - Demons work by Fae rules, Beej has to be careful not to let their names slip in front of them!

- “Beetlejuice sees hints of starlight through the canopy. They wonder if the sky is clear enough for them to locate their own star. Or Cyrus’. Or-” - Each demon’s true name is based on a star! Like how Beetlejuice’s name is actually Betelgeuse, Cyrus’ name isn’t actually Cyrus.

- “His gaze is gentle and understanding and… alluring. (Was he really that bad? A voice whispers in the fog.)” - YES HE IS. GET A JOB. LEAVE MY BOY ALONE.

- Burning Out / Extinguished - when a demon is killed/dies, these are the terms used to refer to it. ‘Burning Out’ means their internal flame is dying due to any variety of circumstances.

- Seal vs. Ward - a seal is to keep a demon tied to one place/thing/person, a ward keeps demons away from one place/person/thing!

- “Of course. I’m never outside of her control, am I?” - based on my own personal experience once again. Sometimes, no matter what you do, a part of you is unfortunately always influenced by your abuser.

- “ “I know you don’t… partake, still.” Cyrus looks down at Beetlejuice again, raising an eyebrow mirthfully. “You never could stomach it.” A shudder ran up their spine once more. Beetlejuice cast their eyes down to the ground. “.. no.” The thick, sticky taste of iron stings in the back of their throat. Guilt creeps into their hazy mind.” - by ‘partake’, he means consuming human blood, or even flesh. Beej never had the stomach for it. He had to do it once, and he regrets it.

- “Darling, I only want your time.” - Yes, the perfect Deal. Surely there are no exploitable loopholes.

- “So it is done.” - another ‘Late Night with the Devil’ reference!

- “Unlike then, however, Beetlejuice could see the shape of his tail wagging underneath his skirt.” - I wonder why he’s so excited this time?

- “His right ear panged, and he instinctively reached up to fidget with it, halting when he was met with.. something new, some sort of earring now piercing that lobe. It was cool to the touch.” - yes, Cyrus straight up pierced Beej’s ear without consent. But he got a cool little piece of gold jewelry out of it!

[crinkled-emotions]

Day 6: Talking at the dining table at midnight

A little fluffy Rooster and Mav hanging out fic after the previous one to make up for it.

Rooster is a moody teenager but more than anything, he's a tired teenager (tm)

I kept this short and sweet, gearing up for day 7 - "Where do we go from here?"

Warnings: mentions of Carole's passing; both men are still grieving. Rooster has just been in an unnamed accident; his scars are fresh.

-

“Again? What’s this, six days straight?”

Maverick hopped down the last of the stairs and moved into the kitchen to turn on the kettle, coming back to the dining table to squeeze Bradley’s shoulder. Considering he was sixteen and valued sleep almost more than he valued his privacy, it was strange for him to be awake at this time of night unless he was going out with his friends. He glanced over his shoulder.

“Sorry, Mav. Did I wake you?”

“No, it’s fine. Couldn’t sleep myself. Is your face hurting? Your shoulder?”

Maverick went to touch the scar across his cheek, but Bradley was quick to gently smack his hand away.

“They don’t hurt, Mav.”

“They’re still fresh, I’m sure they itch.”

“The cream helps sometimes.”

Maverick brushed a hand through his hair, taking a seat at the dining table with him. His brows raised at the photo albums spread across the table and he leaned in to pick up the wedding photo of Goose and Carole.

“It was fucking freezing that day, kid, but your mom’s dream was a white wedding so we all suited up, thermals and all, and her dad walked her down the aisle.”

He snorted, gesturing to the bottom of Carole’s beautiful white dress.

“She was wearing snow boots under her dress; it was so long no one knew.”

Bradley laughed.

“She never said.”

“Her mother would have had kittens; she was always the traditional marriage type, but your mom and dad didn’t believe in that. They only decided to get married when they decided they wanted kids sooner rather than later.”

Bradley grimaced, flicking through the album.

“Gross.”

“Oh, c’mon, B. Kids outside of wedlock? Your grandmother would be rolling in her grave right now.”

The pair chuckled to themselves, turning pages.

“Oh, who’s this handsome little guy?”

Maverick held up a photo of Bradley, aged maybe a year old, on his father’s shoulders with the biggest grin possible. Goose’s was almost the same, beaming at Carole.

“I miss them,” Bradley whispered. Maverick hummed, leaning over to press a kiss to his temple.

“Me too.”

For a moment, Maverick thought Bradley was going to start crying and he was ready to move; instead, he leaned back in his seat and stretched out.

“Sometimes I think if I lay there, in the dark, I can still hear the medical equipment in her room, or my dad’s laugh. Isn’t it fucking sad that I can’t hear her voice even though it was only last year?”

“You’re right; it was only last year. It’s still fresh, B, sometimes our minds block things from our memory to protect us.”

“The therapist keeps saying that too, but I- I just wish I could hear her voice. I need it, y’know? She was my mom.”

“I get it,” Maverick reassured, “you’ll hear it when you’re ready.”

“Mav...”

“Go back to bed, kid, I’ll come check on you in a couple minutes. You’re not feeling sick or anything?”

“Just tired.”

Maverick hummed.

“I can imagine. Alright; off to bed. Don’t worry about getting up for school tomorrow I’ll call you out. Do you need anything?”

“I’m okay.”

Bradley quietly closed the albums in front of him, standing to work out the tension in his back and shoulders.

“Night, Mav.”

“Goodnight, Bradley.”

-

The following morning Maverick rinsed out his coffee cup and glanced out over the window into the backyard. He had about fifteen minutes before he had to leave for work; enough time to go and check on Bradley. He left the cup on the sink and grabbed his jacket on the way upstairs, boots staying downstairs. Bradley’s room was at the end of the hall so Maverick tried his best to keep it quiet, carefully opening the door. He found the teenager curled up on one side, pressed against the wall and still sleeping. Maverick heaved a sigh, reaching into his pocket for his wallet to drop cash on Bradley’s desk. He scribbled a quick note of where he was working for the day and who to call if he needed anything, then turned and closed the door on his way out. Considering Bradley had been up past midnight for the past week straight, he could probably use a little extra sleep.

-

[ducknotinarow]

“Where’s my goodnight kiss?” ( Beerus/Whis )

| Muse interaction

Whis sighs heavily to himself, he wished those saiyans were here still so they could take over on the chores again. Sure it kept the angel busy when Beerus slept. You know when he wasn't sneaking off to earth to spend time with Bluma and enjoying the most delicious food he has ever had in his life time. Not the point Whis, but the chore could get so very tedious and boring to keep up with. In truth? he often would skip out on them here and there. They didn't always need to be done after all but it had been some time since he last swapped out the bedding for his lord so he needed to take care of it. Then maybe he could sneak away after? Sounded like a good plan to the angel after all, he thought as he was busy smiling away just thinking of what he may be feeling to have now.Something savory maybe? hmm was he feel meet though hmm what something sweet? Oh something sweet would be very nice like cake maybe? Whis is already imagine he vribrant colors used in so many desserts. When he got to the bed of his lord.

Of course he paid a moment to look over their sleepy face, hand held over his mouth so he wouldn’t wake them when he offered a slight chuckle over the slight. “You are so unrefined when you sleep kitten~” he softly sings out to himself, they were adorable though. If only that grouch would let the angel dot over him about it more. Staff tapped to the ground now as he was careful to lift his lord from the bed. “alright back to work I can admire you later there are sweets waiting for me after all. And since you want to sleep over spending time with me.” He huffs a bit as he started to strip away the old bedding hmm maybe he waited a bit too long, oh he’ll make it up them and change them out sooner next time. Didn’t take long for him to get the newer sheets set up, another tap of his staff to lower the cat back now. Waiting a moment for them to settle back in. 

“You’ll get you’re self sick if you sleep like that though?” he says setting the staff aside so he can take hold of the their blanket, “well not likely fools never catch the cold after all.” he smirks to himself, wishing they were awake to hear him say that. Even if it would mean dealing with the temper for daring to mock him. “Not to mention you would be ten times as much trouble to deal with if you did get sick.” Being God likely made that impossible but Whis was more sure it was because of that saying when it came to his lord. He paused when he noticed they seemed to awake? hmm maybe Beerus could slightly stir before surely be awake so he waited a moment, darn it. If Beerus woke up it meant no sweet Earth sweets for him. “Hello sleepy beauty you awake?” he hums softly in case it was just them readjust or something.

“Where’s my goodnight kiss?” 

Whis blushed slightly, no they must still be half asleep uh? he did smile though “oh forgive me how rude of me kitten~” He slightly purred as he leaned in, hey for all he knew Beerus was truly asking, softly pressing his lips against their forehead. Letting it linger a extra few seconds then needed, So their would be a faint imprint of the coral blue lip stick he wore on them. Pulling back he smiled far more warmly seeing that it did leave a print. “There sweet dreams kitten.”

Far more happy now, that would be far sweeter than anything in the universe sorry Bluma, slowly to move away when they seemed to fall back asleep. A little giddy now as he near squirmed around in flight. Biteing his bottom lip a little so to stifle the squeals he wanted to let out. Hands setting to his face, he was going to need a moment to cool off or he would be showing up redder than lobster. Glancing over his shoulder to his Lord. Debating on if he should wash that mark when he returned or simply leave it be, chances were it rub off on the sheets from how they thrashed around. But if he were lucky? maybe it last till they till they wake up fully at least? Would be funny to try and explain that if they noticed it. Well he’ll make sure to bring something back for them this time...hopefully unless he eats it before they are awake again.

[lab-trash]

Peer Pressure Me Into Finishing This

Chapter 4/6- Spark

This is the last one I have done, but there’s supposed to be two more chapters. 

Telling Megahertz— Lez, where he lived was supposed to be a gesture. It was supposed to show him that Tecton was open to a real relationship, that he’d make an effort to learn to really trust him. 

It wasn’t supposed to result in love notes appearing in his mailbox like they were teenagers. 

Not that Tecton minded. He actually quite liked the way his chest pounded and stomach flipped when he saw Meg— Lez’s distinct handwriting on an envelope. 

 Sammy <3

 Tecton liked this progression in their relationship. He liked that M— Lez was starting to treat their relationship less like an enemies-with-benefits situation, and more like an almost-maybe-boyfriend’s situation. 

 Hey, Sammy <3

I like going over to your place, but it feels a bit weird. Maybe it’s because I want someone to see us and know you’re mine. Maybe I’m not used to it. 

But if you invite me over again, I’ll be there in a flash. For whatever you want. 

Whatever you want.

I’ll be waiting for our next meet-up, my body aches for you, babyboy.

-Lez <3

(P.S. Remind me to thank that kid for covering for us. You sure know how to pick them, Sam.)

 While Tecton blushed at the words, he couldn’t help but hope Lez’s ‘body,’ included his heart. 

He hoped that Lez was running from his feelings and really just meant his heart. After all, that’s what Tecton would do. 

He couldn’t help this hope, he couldn’t help the fireworks that pulsed through his body when he read the letter over and over again; like Lez was right there running his fingers over his skin, leaving static in its wake. 

These letters (notes?) kept up for the next few days. 

 Tecky <3

Babyboy <3

Little Hero <3

Kitten <3

Sam <3

 The name on the envelope was never the same. 

 Dear Sammy,

I can’t wait to see you

 Dear Sammy,

I can’t shake the feeling that you deserve better

 Dear Sammy,

Is it dumb to think that you might leave me for another villain

 Dear Sammy,

I wish I could spend another night in your bed, rather than leaving after we clean up

 Dear Sammy, 

God, I can’t stop thinking about you, I think something’s wrong

 Every sentence made Tecton’s heart burst, and just like the notes mimicked, it made him feel like a love-struck teen again. 

But next week came and Mega— Gah, Lez still hadn’t been over again. 

That was Tecton’s fault. He wanted to ask him over. He wanted to see him again. But he didn’t want the notes to stop. It was the closest that he’d actually gotten to Lez sharing his feelings since their little affair started. 

He regretted it as soon as Sunday hit, with the knowledge that his daughter would be dropped off that night. 

Her technical name was Rachel, and went by Ray for short at school, but she went by Spark everywhere else. 

“Hey, Dad,” She said, walking through the door without knocking. 

It would’ve startled Tecton if it weren’t for the fact that he could just hear her footsteps as she approached the house. 

“Hey, Spark,” He greeted.

She was already in her pyjamas, something she did often on Sunday nights— especially when it was later, which it was that night. 

“I’m going to bed,” She said, slipping off her shoes.

“Goodnight,” Tecton said caringly. “Pancakes in the morning.”

“Juice?”

“Do I look like this is my first week with you?” Tecton asked humorously. Spark rolled her eyes, but didn’t say anything further when she walked up the carpeted stairs. 

Lez had asked why Tecton needed such a big house when he lived alone and he hadn’t really given a straight answer.

Not that the house was big, it wasn’t. It was relatively small for a two story; with a living room and a split kitchen/dining room, then two bedrooms upstairs. There was a bedroom downstairs too, but they almost never used it. It was for when Gina, Spark’s mom, stayed over; usually for family trips.

Gina and Tecton actually got along remarkably well considering how their relationship crashed and burned. 

To be fair, it was only after Tecton came out to her that it began to heal.

She didn’t realise that the main reason they broke up was because Tecton had finally accepted his queer identity. After she had, things had gotten better. 

Whenever he had Spark over before; when she was younger, he could feel her resentment. He didn’t know how, but he could feel Gina’s manipulating words. 

They didn’t really manipulate Spark that much, which Tecton was thankful for, but it manipulated the way she thought of Tecton. 

Things were getting better though, which was good. 

Tecton still hadn’t come out to Spark. It’s not that he thought she’ be homophobic, it was just that he was afraid she’d be upset he ever dated her mother in the first place when he was a flaming homosexual. 

He’d talked to Gina about it— his reluctance to come out to Spark, and she understood completely, and let him know that it was okay to take his time and/or want her company when he actually came out to her.

That meant that he could take his time. He rested well with that knowledge. 

He woke up later than he intended, but that was okay; Spark didn’t have school today so Tecton didn’t have to drive her. 

He went downstairs, still in his pyjamas. 

(Yes, he was nearing his thirties and wore legitimate pyjamas instead of just a t-shirt and boxers. Lez had pointed that out multiple times)

He found Spark, already awake, sifting through the mail. 

Scratch that, she seemed to have already sorted through the mail, and had something in her hands. 

“You know that opening someone else’s mail is a felony,” Tecton said, not even thinking about what she could possibly be reading. 

“Right,” Spark said, putting the letter down on the table. “So, uh… Who the hell is Lezz?” She asked. 

The casual tone of the question may have made it even scarier. It woke Tecton up right away. 

“I, uh…” Tecton cleared his throat. “It’s pronounced ‘Less.’ Why, uh, why do you ask?” He asked, leaning awkwardly against the wall, prolonging the conversation as long as he could. Spark leaned the letter toward her, looking down at it.

“Oh, I just wanted to know who is ‘starting to feel incomplete when you’re not around.’” She put the letter down, looking back up at her father. “Feels like something I should know. As your daughter.” 

Tecton swallowed and took a breath before slowly walking to the table and taking a seat. 

“Lez is… Someone I’m kind of seeing.”

His solid, heroic voice wavered ever so slightly— honestly probably not enough for a normo to notice. But his daughter was no normo. 

“‘Kind of’?”

“Our relationship is complicated,” Tecton admitted. He didn’t want to get into the depths of the intimacy of his relationships with his daughter. Best to keep things vague. “We’ve been getting closer, and I like him. But we aren’t labelled— and it’s honestly probably better if we don’t. Before we started getting closer, we were… we hated each other. It’d be really hard to explain everything to anyone.” 

Tense silence filled the air. It wasn’t really awkward or angry, just tense. Probably with Tecton’s anxiety. 

“So you and Megahertz have been banging then?” She asked bluntly. Well, ‘asked.’ It wasn’t really a question. 

Tecton didn’t choke like one might expect, instead he simply froze. 

“Well, uh…”

“Lez, it’s short for Leslie,” She said, looking at the letter again. “And rumour has it that he hasn’t been doing any villainy lately,” She said. She looked back at her father, though she didn’t let go of the letter. “It’s not a big deal. Just should’ve told me.” 

Considering Spark, this was an incredibly shocking reaction. No pun intended. She was usually really overbearing. 

Maybe therapy was actually helping; could you imagine. 

“I mean, about being gay or whatever,” She added. She held up the letter. “Dating Megahertz? Seriously? Why?” Tecton sighed.

“Like I said. It’s complicated.”

[ivyruins]

"That's my girl" (bloomic)

how the blooming panic li's + shallot man would say "that's my girl" // fem! reader, cw for cursing

a/n: not requested! just an idea that popped into my head because d̴̩̰̠͖̙̓ẽ̸͖̜̅m̵̯͑͛͒o̷̺͙̣̗̪̿̔ň̴̟̿͗ḯ̷̜͐͋c̷͇̎͝ ̵̧̩̂̊̉͌̕s̶̟͖̒c̷̨̜̫͉̀͐̈́̎̕ͅŗ̷̟̊̎̔̃ȇ̷̦̀́̂͝é̵̯̝̖̬́̈̊̐c̶̥̹̺͗̽͗̈́ḫ̸͎͎̩̼̈̄i̵̧̚̕͝n̸̼̾g̷̝̫̲̪͗̚̕ im in some need of lovin

++ also, xyx's scenario was going to be an entire direction completely (if you know what i mean wink). but i'm keeping my blog sfw so i scrapped and replaced it hehe

Nightowl

sleepily, he probably doesn't even realize he's saying it.

or the effects it had on you

sneaky guy

"Come sleep with me," he calls out to you who was sitting across the bed, doing paperwork at a quarter to three in the morning. Nightowl was surely going to lose his title if you were the one staying up later than him.

"With you?"

"Please, not this again," he groans, the book he was reading (he'd say, but was actually rereading the same line over and over, the words not registering in his head) covering his face, his arm outstretched and reaching towards you like you were a prize in a claw machine, "Come on, cutie! I can't sleep without you! and you need rest."

With his adamant tone you knew if you refused he'd just resort to the second best option he had: whining. Or staying up with you. And you knew that neither one of those options would do you any good, so you placed your pen down and sighed.

"Alright, fine."

"That's my girl,"

His voice comes out groggy, sleep already starting to consume him. Though his arm extends to your side of the bed, inviting. You had to stand there for a while to register what he said, and when you did, you can't help but flush.

What a flirt. Even in his sleep.

Quest

He already had said something similar during his route, so there was no doubt he'd say it again.

On call, he'd notice how tired you looked and being the kind yet stern 'dad' of the server he would gently coax you to go to sleep.

Practically memorized your work schedule at this time, so if he knew you had work really early, he would demand you end the call and rest.

But just like the first (and second. and third) time, the praise just comes naturally, and he has to apologize for it.

"Go to sleep, angel. You have work tomorrow," he gently says, persuading you to end call. You knew he doesn't have the heart to do it himself and you take advantage of that whenever you can.

Trying to suppress a very obvious yawn, you replied, "Not sleepy,"

You hear him laugh, turning around briefly to see if any of his co-workers were watching before inching closer, "If you end call and rest, we can call again tomorrow,"

You roll your eyes, "we will call tomorrow again anyway,"

"That's true. So why don't you go to sleep, and we can continue this then?"

"Touché," you chuckle, finally letting a yawn slip, "alright, I'll bite. Goodnight, quest."

"That's my girl," he mutters, "goodnight,"

"..."

"y/n?"

"What did you say?"

"Goodn-" Quest replies before stopping, recalling what he said. His face turned red, "I'm- I'm so sorry-"

... Maybe Xyx was right. You probably were a discord kitten in his eyes

NakedToaster

Murmured into your ear when he teaches you how to game.

Toasty is tired of your backseat gaming (assuming you don't play), so he teaches you how by having you sit on his lap, hands over yours.

It even surprised you that someone as shy as him who would stutter and blush from any physical contact would willingly have you sit on his lap.

But then you realize why

Your boyfriend is absolutely deep into the game they don't notice the subtle touches he leaves on your hips and his hot breath fanning your face.

God, now you're the stuttering mess.

"No, not like that. Here, look at how I do it, then try to follow," he says, large palm coming up to the mouse. Instead of moving your hand away, he places his over it. Guiding you on where to click.

You do exactly as he did, without missing anything, "like that?"

"Exactly. That's my girl," he mutters, voice right beside you. You can feel his breath on the shell of your ear, the way his thumbs rub circles against your hip, and the feeling of his chest against your back. Suddenly hyper aware of the feeling of your lover pressed against you like this, your interest in gaming is replaced by something else entirely.

Well shit.

Xyx

In public, proudly.

You aren't unfamiliar with praises from Xyx, so it would most likely fly over your head.

There were a lot of instances that he'd mutter it to himself, just a little louder that people around him could hear. Like when you stop to help someone, or jokingly when he comes back from a shop and sees you with arms full of bags despite only leaving you for a few minutes.

But the one that sticks with you the most is a certain incident that happened not too long after you met up and became an official couple.

With a quick peck on your cheek, Xyx leaves you and cat alone to grab ice cream from the vendor across the park.

It wasn't far, but it was a little more secluded and covered your shaded picnic area behind a tree. Nevertheless, Xyx didn't worry about leaving you there there weren't a lot of people and it was broad daylight.

Though when he came back, it was a completely different story.

A small crowd had formed around your picnic area. Worriedly, he stepped around the people to get to you.

But what he was greeted with was surely a sight to see.

"Yeah that's right, you better run, bitch." you muttered, dusting yourself. Cat was standing beside you, unbothered.

His ears picks up the word "robbery" murmured among the crowd that was slowly leaving. Though by the looks of your purse still on your shoulder and your hand up in a fist, he could tell the situation got taken cared of.

"That's my girl," he smirked, walking over to you to place a kiss on your bruised knuckle, handing you your ice cream.

Onionthief

Unconsciously

Let's be honest here, as much as we all love him we know his standard praise is "Good job" or sometimes if he was feeling bold a simple "👍🏻"

Though he always has something he want's to add, he doesn't. He's worried that by saying it so suddenly he'd ruin your relationship -- he didn't know if you were comfortable with it. Or if you'd expect something like that from him. And even if he did want to talk about it, how was he going to start that conversation?

So he keeps it at bay on the tips of his tongue. He always manages to catch himself.

But even if he's a perfectionist, there were still things he tends to miss

After a particularly bad day at work, you have your head buried in your arms on the kitchen table, ranting about your misery to your lover. Onion was cooking dinner, preoccupied with adding the right amount of flavoring while paying attention to you.

He prides himself in being able to multitask like this. Unfortunately, his brain cannot.

"And then he proceeded to cancel my day off," you cried, turning to rest your cheek against your arm, facing his back, "Fucking prick,"

"He shouldn't treat you like that. You should talk to him," he responds, upset at your boss' actions.

"Hell yeah I will!" you pout, and Onion bites back a smile imagining you throwing hands at your superior, knowing the nice façade you put up at work. If you ended up doing it, though, you have his full support, "No way I'm letting him treat me like that."

"That's my girl,"

Silence.

"...What?" you asked, and your boyfriend hums as he turns off the stove, transferring the food to a plate.

"What?"

"What did you say?" you slowly sit up, facing him. He was confused, but looking at your face - cheeks to the tips of your ears dusted red - he was even more confused.

"What did I say-?" he asked, mind genuinely muddled.

You relayed what he said back, albeit a little embarrassed, and his eyes grew wide, motor skills immediately failing causing the plate he was holding to fall.

Safe to say you spent the whole night eating takeout instead, your lover having the television on high volume to avoid any thought from entering his head.

[sugawaraxo]

COCKWARMING THE PRETTY SETTERS

warnings: definitely smut 

characters: tooru oikawa, tobio kageyama, kenma kozume, koshi sugawara

a/n: i’m taking request btw :) my inbox is open. also, this is kinda long so grab your popcorn haha

oikawa

 - oikawa is obsessed with you whether he wants to admit it or not

- which is wild because no one would’ve expected him to ever be more obsessed with anyone other than himself

- but here you are

- and he LOVES being around you 

- just being in your presence makes him all giddy and smiley

- though he does try to compose himself whenever you guys are around his teammates but usually fails 

-  he’s not obsessed in a weird or creepy way, but just enough for you to know that he’s all about you and only you

- and you love it

- and of course oikawa’s obsession with you rings no surprise that he’s obsessed with being inside you 

- as long as he’s close to his pretty y/n, he’s happy

the two of you had just finished a long and strenuous two rounds of sex and were more than ready for bed. but when oikawa got out of bed to get towels for the two of you to clean up with, you felt extremely empty. you were exhausted, that’s for sure. but a big part of you just wanted him filling you up again, even if nothing else happened. you pout, knowing that your attentive boyfriend would notice when he came back, which he did. 

“hm, what’s wrong pretty girl?” he asks softly as he starts to gently clean his mess off of your stomach with a warm towel. 

“i want you inside of me again.” you say in an almost whisper, a little embarrassed by the words that just left your mouth and he laughs lightly. 

“you’re so cute.” he says as he tucks a piece of hair away from your face and gives you a kiss. “but i’m so tired.” he finishes, then plops down on the bed beside you, big spooning you. 

“no, we don’t have to have sex again, i’m exhausted too. i just want you inside me.” you say shyly. you feel his dick twitch behind you and can’t help but smile a little, knowing you’re about to get what you want.

“oh, like cockwarming?” oikawa asks and you nod in response. “hm, ok. yeah, we can do that.” he smiles before kissing your forehead. he was already big spooning you so he was in the perfect position to just slip it in. he pulls down his shorts just enough so that his member could spring free, then pulls the panties that you were wearing under one of his shirts down just enough for him to have access to what he needed. he teases your folds with his tip a little bit, causing you to tense up. then he slowly pushes himself inside you, it not being too difficult with you still being wet from earlier. the two of you moan in unison, both sensitive from your previous interactions. once he’s fully in, he stays there and wraps his arm around your waist as he plants a soft kiss on your shoulder.

“does that feel good? is that ok?” he asks before pressing more soft kisses on your shoulder and your neck.

“it’s perfect.” you coo and he pulls you a little closer with the arm he had slung over your waist.

“goodnight princess.”

“goodnight oikawa.”

- you definitely have morning sex when you wake up

kageyama

- let’s be real here, he really doesn’t know what any kinks are

- he just learns what he likes and what he doesn’t like from you and waits for you to tell him if it’s a kink or not 

- you end up having to tell him that basically anything sexual can be a kink after he keeps asking you “is that a kink?” every time you two do something new in bed 

- you find his lack of knowledge on the subject adorable though, even though you constantly tease him about it 

- he honestly just goes with the flow and follows your lead in terms of sexual things

- not that he’s the submissive one, you just know more about sex so sometimes you have to give him extra guidance

- he doesn’t mind it though, he wouldn’t wanna learn it from anyone else but you

- and you just so happened to teach him his new favorite kink

you two are making out on kageyama’s bed. it starts off innocent at first but slowly progresses into a messier and more heated kiss. you’re on top of him, tugging on his hair while he grips onto your hips. you begin slowly grinding against him causing him to moan softly into your mouth. his sounds were always so pretty and always instantly made your core pulse. you continue grinding on kageyama, giving both yourself and him pleasure. but it isn’t enough. in one swift motion he flips you over so now he’s the one on top. without detaching his lips from yours, he pulls his member out of his pants and lifts up the skirt you’re wearing then slowly pulls down your underwear, revealing your wet core.

“pretty.” he mumbles before licking a teasingly slow and soft stripe up your folds. you moan at the sensation and shut your eyes in pleasure. he continues to please you with his tongue before inserting two fingers into you. it hurts a bit more than usual but you shrug it off because the pleasure outweighs the pain. he continues with this for a few minutes more before he can’t take it anymore and positions himself at your entrance. he slowly begins pushing himself in, but as soon as he’s all the way in, you yelp in pain.

“ow ow ow! stop!” you groan, and kageyama does as told.

“what’s wrong? s-should i take it out?” he asks, concern laced in his voice.

“no no, keep it in just let me adjust to it.” you say. the day before, you and kageyama had some hardcore sex. you had unintentionally somewhat intentionally made him jealous so that he would punish you, and oh that he did. but your poor pussy was suffering the consequences. 

“ok princess, i won’t move. just let me know when you’re ready.” he says softly and you smile at his sweetness. he starts kissing you again, this time more deep and passionate as opposed to the sloppy, heated kiss that got you here in the first place. you were slowly beginning to relax around your boyfriend while he was losing his mind trying not to bust inside of you. something about not moving but still being inside you, feeling you around him. the anticipation. it’s driving him crazy.

“oh no, i’m gonna cum.” he says shyly as he pulls away from the kiss and accidentally cums inside of you. he hides his face in the crook of your neck in embarrasment and you just giggle at him, as that isn’t the first time that’s happened. 

“is, is that a kink? not doing anything, just being inside you? because i think i have that kink.” he mumbles into your shoulder.

“it is actually, it’s called cockwarming.” you say as you gently stroke his hair, trying to relax your still clearly embarrassed boyfriend. 

“hm, well can we never do cockwarming again, that was embarrassing.” he sighs before finally removing his head from the crook of your neck and looking at you.

“i don’t think it was embarrassing baby, i thought it was cute. but if you don’t wanna do it again we don’t have to.” you reassure him and he blushes at your compliment.

“maybe we can do it again sometime then, but for now it’s time to get you cleaned up.” he says before picking you up over his shoulder and taking you to the bathroom. 

kenma

- anyone who knows kenma knows that he is always preoccupied with video games

- whenever he’s playing, it’s fairly difficult to get his attention

- as his girlfriend, you’ve somewhat learned to accept this, even though you would like more attention from your boyfriend

- but you take what you can get, knowing that’s just how kenma is and you wouldn’t ever wanna change him 

- but sometimes you get needy

- really needy 

- and kenma isn’t always the best at reading that

- so you take it upon yourself to get the kind of attention you’re craving from your boyfriend

kenma doesn’t really get flustered too often. but when he does, oh anyone in a ten mile radius can tell. the first time you saw him really get flustered was when he gave you his hoodie while you were out on a date. it had gotten colder than you expected so he gave you his jacket to keep you warm, and as soon as you put it on, the boy went red. he couldn’t even form coherent sentences at first and you thought it was the most hilariously adorable thing ever. ever since that day, you’ve worn his clothes whenever you wanted his attention; hoodies, sweatshirts, t-shirts, you name it. today is one of those days. kenma has been gaming all day in some sort of tournament and you’re beginning to get frustrated because of how badly you’re craving his touch, so you pull out the big guns. you put on one of his favorite hoodies, one that you’ve never worn before, and head into his gaming room. he’s sitting is his gaming chair deep in concentration, shooting at someone and talking to who you assume is kuroo on his headset. he doesn’t even notice you at first until you come sit in his lap, your legs resting on either side of his as you lay your head on his shoulder. 

“hi kitten.” he whispers away from his mic before placing a gentle kiss on your lips and you hum in response. you played with the hair at the nape of his neck for a little bit before your overwhelming feeling of neediness comes back. you lift your head from kenma’s shoulder, now somewhat blocking his view of his computer screen.

‘i want to feel you inside me’ you mouth to him. he hadn’t even realized what you were wearing until right then, and his cheeks blush bright red. he places a finger under your chin and uses it to pull you in for a kiss. “go for it.” he whispers to you as he pulls away, reverting his attention back to his game that he had forgotten about for a quick second. you easily slip his member out of the sweats he’s wearing and give it a few strokes to get him hard. you were wearing absolutely nothing under his hoodie in hopes that this would be the outcome, and when he notices that as he glances from you back to his computer screen every so often, he mumbles 

“dirty little kitten, this is exactly what you wanted hm?” 

“mhmm” you respond and he smiles.

you continue what you’re doing and position kenma’s tip at your hole before slowly sinking down on it. your breath hitches at the feeling of being filled up, while kenma clenches his eyes shut and bites his lip in order to hold back his moans. once he’s fully inside you, you lay your head on his shoulder again and just stay there.

“hm, that’s it? you just wanna cockwarm me?” kenma asks curiously. 

“mhmm. just wanted to feel you inside me, that’s it.” you say sleepily, slowly drifting as you shut your eyes. 

kenma can’t help but smile, “you’re adorable.” he says before planting a kiss on your cheek. you smile a small smile in return before dozing off on kenma’s shoulder, him still buried deep inside you. 

every so often you would move around in your sleep and kenma would have to bite his lip to hold back a moan so the friends he was playing with wouldn’t hear, but it was worth the risk because he loves just being this close to you, and you do too.

sugawara

- suga’s high sex drive really surprised you when you two first started dating

- his kinkiness surprised you too

- you thought he would always be very gentle and vanilla

- but you were very mistaken

- not that you’re complaining though

- he’s always open to trying new things

- so when you bring up the topic of cockwarming, he’s intrigued

“is that something you wanna try bunny?” he asks after you finish explaining to him what exactly cockwarming is.

“we don’t have to if you don’t want to, i just think it’d be interesting to try.” you shrug

“i agree.” he says, before leaning over to start kissing your neck. that’s your weak spot, so you take this as suga saying he wants to try right now. the two of you are currently on the couch, in the middle of watching a romcom but clearly that romcom has been forgotten as suga continues to make little love bites on your neck. you lift his chin to kiss him because you know if you don’t stop him now, he’ll cover your whole body in hickies. the kiss is soft, but passionate and you can feel yourself quite literally melting into it. somehow you end up straddling suga, still lost in the kiss. you suddenly notice a pair of familiar fingers making their way down to your most sensitive area. he teases you, rubbing his fingers over your pajama shorts, knowing you’re getting needy because of the way you’re starting to softly moan into his mouth. he takes this as a sign of you wanting more and breaks away from the kiss so he can take off your shorts and your underwear, with a little bit of help from you. once your bottom half is completely naked, he grins and begins kissing you again. the sensation of your bare core against suga’s sweatpants was teasing you, so you began moving your hips to get some friction. suga moans a little at your sudden movements and you can feel him getting harder. he pushes you up off of him slightly so that he can pull his sweats down, them ending up just hanging around his ankles. now both of your bottom halves are naked, and you’re staring at each other in anticipation.

“sit on it bunny.” suga instructs and you follow his orders, sitting down on his length and feeling every inch against your walls. that feeling when he first inserts into you will never get old. 

“mm, suga.” you moan. he instinctively thrusts after hearing your pretty noises, completely forgetting what you guys were supposed to be trying.

“no, don’t move.” you laugh at him and he blushes apologetically.

“sorry, i couldn’t help it. you’re just so pretty.” he apologizes and you melt.

“it’s ok suga, you’re adorable.” you smile. “i’m gonna turn around now, but keep you inside me and we’ll finish the movie just like this, yeah?” you say.

“yeah.” he nods in agreement. without pulling suga out of you, you turn so that you’re no longer straddling him but sitting in his lap with your back facing towards him, your face now facing the tv. you guys finish the rest of the movie exactly like this, you sitting on suga’s lap with his member deep inside of you and suga occasionally thrusting up into you just to get your reaction. 

[134340am]

hi again! this is the previous anon. Thanks for responding quickly, i just needed to make sure i wont make u uncomfy with my request. Number 19 on the kiss list reminded me of that meme wherein one dude sat on his friends shoulder to kiss their significant other on the window (am not sure if ur familiar with it!) so i thought i’d request that particular concept but its the reader with their bnha girlie besties going to the boy’s windows instead… maybe with Shouto? Just because i think he’ll probs be so adorable about it 🤤🌸🤤

19. "if we’re caught kissing we’re most likely dead but let’s risk it"

todoroki shouto x gn!reader, 0.8k words, sfw

perhaps it was the post-midterm restlessness. perhaps it was the fact that it was a friday evening and there weren’t any more exams to study for next week. or perhaps it was because the ever-responsible, ever-diligent class president iida had matters outside of school to attend to, that led to this – half the class being banned from using their quirk for three days for participating in a water fight in the dorms.

and with your weather-based quirk that soaked everyone to the bone with a fridge-sized rain cloud you summoned up, you were definitely not exempted from this punishment, leaving you with a sticky and unsightly quirk-nullifying patch slapped onto your arm by aizawa-sensei and an order to stay in your rooms for the next three days.

well, you guess it could be worse. your patch, about the size of a bottle cap and patterned with pastel blue and yellow stripes, was certainly easier on the eyes than bakugou’s hot pink patch dotted with sleeping kittens. (you expect aizawa-sensei plays favourites, not that you care – seeing bakugou get mad at a little hot pink sticker on his arm was pretty darn funny.)

what wasn’t funny was the alarming text you got from shouto as you were getting ready for bed. as you were reaching over your nightstand to switch off your lamp, your phone pings with a distinct text tone – a light, tinkling sound that your boyfriend picked out himself. and you’re almost embarrassed at the way you dived for your phone at the foot of your bed.

you’ve spoilt me – i can’t sleep without a goodnight kiss. what should i do? reads the text. you smile at the simplicity and sincerity embedded in the message.

but your initial excitement was quickly overcome with guilt; because it’s true – you have spoilt him with goodnight hugs and kisses, and it’s your own foolishness that will have shouto staying up late tonight. and given how you probably won’t be able to sleep without having your own share of goodnight kisses too, you suppose you won’t be falling asleep anytime soon.

but what can you do? blow him a kiss over the phone and ask for one back? send him some smiley, kissy emojis and call it a day? hit record and send over a video? (the thought of it makes you cringe. sure, you loved shouto dearly, but you would rather eat a sock.)

another loud ping breaks your train of thought.

i’m going to try to sleep now. goodnight, love. sleep well!

oh. now your heart hurts. you know you have to do something. and lucky for you, you know just the right person who’d be happy to help…

so you call your ever-reliable neighbour. ochako picks up almost immediately, still sounding energetic and lively despite it being late.

“what’s up, babe?”

“listen – you’re the only person on this floor that hasn’t gotten a quirk ban from aizawa-sensei, so i need your help. and you have to promise me you won’t utter a word of this to anyone else.”

a minute later, you find yourself on your balcony (and ochako on hers) going over the plan one more time. when ready, you two high five, causing you to float upwards.

with ochako’s help, you manage to float onto shouto’s balcony, gripping the edge as tightly as you can to stop yourself from floating away into the next hemisphere. a thumbs up lets ochako know to let you down, and you find yourself flopping clumsily onto the floor of his balcony.

as promised, shouto’s gone to sleep: the light under his curtains has gone out. but you knock anyway and pray that he’ll respond.

a moment passes before you hear the shhhhhhick of his screen door sliding open. enter: one sleepy shouto rubbing his eyes, confused, while the hair at the back of his head sticks up adorably.

“how did you get up here? and what are you doing here, love?”

“i’m here to give you your goodnight kiss, of course.”

so with adrenaline flooding your veins and the cool night air kissing your heated skin, you pull him in and meet his lips. shouto melts into you immediately, love-struck and relieved to have you in his arms one last time before the day ends. a cold hand – must be his right one – slips behind your head to massage at your neck, and all the leftover stress from midterms dissipates immediately.

the kiss is relatively chaste and sweet, the two of you simply content with being near each other. eventually, shouto pulls away to look at you, thumb swiping over your bottom lip as an amused smile stretches across his pink lips. “you know, we’d be dead if someone catches us up here.”

you can’t help but smile back.

“worth.”

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[ticklygiggles]

omg requests 😭💛 uhm okay... MORE OF MY ONE AND ONLY RAREPAIR SINCE I'VE BEEN IN HELL FOR TWO MONTHS :D :D

"maybe you should get some sleep..." with matsukuro i'm sorry

LOVE YA

Rarepairs are *chef kiss* my favorite thing ever. I hope you enjoy thiiiis~

"Maybe you should get some sleep..."

Kuroo groaned, face nuzzling deeper into Matsukawa's neck. It hadn't been an hour since he'd gotten home from work but Kuroo was already showered, in his night clothes and clinging to Matsukawa with arms and legs, on the couch in their living room.

Matsukawa was aware of Kuroo's exhaustion, he had been working late all week and Issei even thought he was going to pass out yesterday when he got home, dragging his feet and with a horrible headache.

Matsukawa thought that the first thing Kuroo would do after showering was to go to bed and sleep since tomorrow was his day off, but Kuroo wanted, needed, to watch a movie with Matsukawa because they hadn't spent time together in a long time.

The movie was playing, but neither of them were paying attention to it.

"'M not tired," Kuroo mumbled, totally tired and squeezing Issei a little tighter.

Matsukawa chuckled, "oh, you're not? Should I tire you?"

"What'd you mean?"

"Hmm, I wonder..." Issei answered as his fingers played with the hem of Kuroo's t-shirt. "What do you think?"

There was no answer and Issei chuckled, his hands sneaking under Kuroo's shirt, holding his waist to gently push him against the surface of the couch, Mattsun's weight pinning him softly.

"W-Wahait! What- what are you doing now?" Kuroo asked, his eyes wide and his cheeks pink as he still had his arms wrapped around Matsukawa's neck.

Mattsun grinned, "I know of a way to help you fall asleep, you see. I just..."

"H-Hold on, Issei, that- ahahahaha! Not thahahat!"

Bright and loud giggles echoed around the living room as Matsukawa's fingertips made contact with Kuroo's underarms. He was barely touching the skin, just gently dragging his fingers over the spot, but Kuroo was so painfully ticklish there, this much was enough to nearly have him cackling.

"Plehehease not thehehere!" Kuroo giggled frantically, trying to pull his arms down, but Mattsun was on the way, leaning too close to Kuroo to make it impossible for him to actually lower his arms.

Matsukawa chuckled, feeling his lover squirming under him, his sweet laughter ringing in his ears.

"Shh, it's okay, this will help you out."

Kuroo shook his head and his giggles turned more desperate when Matsukawa started to gently scrape at the spot with his blunt nails, right in the center of Kuroo's armpits.

"It's tohohohoo tihihicklish, Issehehei! Tihihickling won't wohohork!" Kuroo laughed, arching his back as much as he could under Mattsun's weight.

"It will," Matsukawa mumbled, continuing that slow tickling until Kuroo was positively giggling in hysterics, head thrown back and tears of mirth clinging to his lashes.

"Would that be enough?" Matsukawa purred and he chuckled when Kuroo nodded weakly.

The tickling stopped and Kuroo immediately went boneless under Matsukawa. He breathed heavily, trying to catch his breath as Matsukawa kissed the tiny tears away and the beautiful pink hue across Kuroo's cheeks.

"How's that kitten?" His answer was a big yawn and he grinned. "I think I was right huh?"

Kuroo turned a bit more pink, "... Let's sleep here tonight. Kiss me goodnight."

Matsukawa laughed and he obliged, happy that his lover felt a bit more relaxed, even though he knew Kuroo didn't really need to be tickle to have him sleeping, but well... He didn't need to know that!

[supercorpkid]

Rager Teenager.

Supercorp, Kara Danvers x Daughter!Reader, Lena Luthor x Daughter!Reader, Alex Danvers x Niece!Reader, Kelly Olsen x Niece!Reader

Word Count: 2900.

Alex doesn’t even look shocked when she sees you landing in her backyard, dropping a bag of clothes loudly on the ground.

“Hey.” You greet her with a smile, looking at her standing in the doorway with a glass of wine in her hands.

“Running away, kiddo?” She points at the bag, but she means it like a joke. Let’s just say you were quite generous with the amount of clothes you packed. You could be leaving the house for a month, for what it’s worth. Yet, no one would actually think that you are running away from home.

“Yep.” You shrug it off. Her eyebrows are pinched together immediately. “Can I stay?”

Alex moves away from the door, giving you space to walk in. “Should I call your moms to let them know or-?”

“Nah, they’re aware.” You pick up your bag and make your way inside, passing her on the way in. “Hi, aunt Kelly. Where’s Jamie?”

“Oh, hi.” Kelly smiles at you from her wine glass. She then acknowledges the bag, pointing at it with her face. “Is that some big creation or something fun for you two to do?”

“Actually, just my clothes. I’m moving in.” You smile making your way to the stairs. “Indefinitely.”

“Oh. Sounds fun.” Kelly gives you two thumbs up, not looking as amused as she made it sound. “Your cousin is upstairs.”

“Cool. Thanks for letting me stay.” You say, making your way to Jamie’s bedroom to surprise her.

You are aware they didn’t exactly let you stay. Especially not ‘indefinitely’. But you know they would never say no to you, just like your moms would never say no to Jamie if she wanted to stay at your house. You also know that Alex is probably calling Kara right now, and that at some point tonight Kelly will try to assess how you’re feeling, claiming this is an open safe space.

It’s annoying that they’ll treat you like you’re the one that needs to talk about your feelings and understand them. You do understand what you’re feeling. You’re feeling like they think you should be ok with the fact that you don’t need their attention anymore. And of course you don’t need it. But you want it.

Your moms have always been your best friend. You tell them everything and you like that. You like the fact that you don’t have to be rebellious to get their attention, because you are the most important person in their lives, and you liked that feeling.

But well, now things are different. Maybe you need to change a little. Make a little trouble. Be a rebel rascal. A wild child. A rager teenager.

“Hey!” You drop your bag in a loud thud on the floor, making Jamie look up from her phone.

“I see you finally brought back all the things you borrowed from me.” She points at the bag with her eyes, and you roll yours in response.

“You wish.” You throw yourself on her bed, in front of her. “I’m actually moving in.”

“You don’t say.” She throws her phone to the side, looking at you with curiosity in her eyes. “Well, go on. Let’s hear it.”

You tell her everything and Jamie looks amused that the first time you’re throwing a tantrum is over something so dumb as not getting their attention. Says the girl who doesn’t pick up her phone at eight -not even in a life-threatening situation- because that’s her catch up time with her moms.

“So your big rebellious act is coming to my house?” You nod. “I would’ve thought staying with, I don’t know, Lillian Luthor would be far more dramatic.”

“Should I?” You ask out loud, but you’re actually talking to yourself. “No, right? No. That’s insane.” Is it? Yes, yes it is. “But I do have another rebellious idea in my baggage.”

Jamie zeroes in the bag you brought in. Sure the bag is big, but it doesn’t fit what you’re thinking.

“Not my actual bag.” You roll your eyes. “I meant my emotional baggage.”

“Oh, that’s a lot bigger than that one.” She agrees with her head, making her point. You look at the enormous bag on the floor of her bedroom.

“No, it’s not.”

“Hey, remember that time you almost died?”

“Which one?” You ask and she gives you a satisfied grin, like she is saying ‘touché’. Yeah, you guess she has a point.

“ANYWAYS!” You say, trying to ignore her. “Movies!”

See, it was kind of obvious that you wouldn’t be good at being rebellious. You never had to do this before. You’ve only seen it in movies. Ok, so let’s try what movies did. In Harry Potter, Hermione's big rebellious act was erasing her parents' mind. Huh. That you have the means to do. But no, that’s insane. Right? Right! Making your moms forget you is insane! Maybe you should think of rom-coms or teen movies. Hm, in ‘Mean Girls’ Cady throws a party when they’re parents aren’t in the house and dresses slutty or whatever. You can’t pull any of this off. Who would come to your party? How would you kick your moms out of the house? And you would rather die than dress slutty.

“Movies.” Jamie repeats, incredulous. “You know, for a genius you really lack basic information at times.” She says making you gruff. “You want to be rebellious? Steal Lena’s BMW, sneak out, go to a party, get drunk-”

“I can’t exactly get drunk unless it is alien alcohol.” You add.

“Steal alien alcohol.” She adds to the list, a little disgruntled that you made her lose her train of thought. “Make me go with you.”

“You’re literally giving me the idea.”

“Hmm, yes. Because I’m dying to go to this party Maya told me about, but I need plausible deniability. As in-”

“If your moms ask, it was all my fault?” You ask with an eyebrow raise and she agrees with her head. “Ok, fine. I’ll take the blame. But I think we can be more rebellious than that.” You give her a wicked smile. “Can you imagine how crazy it would be if-” You take off your glasses. “She went to a party?”

“WHAT!” Jamie sits straighter in bed looking equally terrified and excited. “No! You can’t have Superkid go to a party! She is a SUPER! Kara would absolutely kill you.”

“What’s the point of only pissing off Lena? I do that way too much already.” You throw yourself back in bed, thinking about it. “Besides, no one wants a Luthor in their party. Now, who’s going to say no to Superkid?”

“Ok, wait a minute. I-I-” You can tell you have made Jamie really confused when you leave her speechless. “Superkid doesn’t even exist anymore, and you want to bring her back just so you can go to a party?”

“Superkid doesn’t-'' You laugh, then furrow your brows. Holy shit, people still think you’re not supering anymore. “Oh, yeah, about that. I’ve been supering in secret ever since I came back from that other reality.”

“You-” Jamie’s mouth comically open wide like a cartoon character. “But-You-And then-I don’t get it.”

“See? That’s why I’ve been doing it in secret.”

Because how do you do it? How do you go back to being a superhero when you made such a big deal about not ever wanting to be a superhero ever again in your life? How do you unsay it?

Should you just come back home and be like ‘oh yeah, by the way, Superkid exists again, and you have to go back to worrying about me, Lena. And yes, Kara, you might have to go to outer space save me again a couple of times. No biggy. Good night!’

So you don't, right? You sneak in in secret instead. Pray you don't die on the job. Pray they don't find out. And mostly, you pray that you're doing the correct thing, because it's the righteous thing to do and not because you selfishly want that powerful feeling you had before.

“So for weeks you’ve been going around National City saving people and no one knew?” You nod. She needs to make sure. Jamie slaps your arm like you could feel pain. “You didn’t even tell me?”

“I’m telling you right now. Before anyone else.” She still rolls her eyes at you. “Come on, it’s a great way for Superkid to do her comeback. At a party, dancing with stupid teens.” Jamie looks unconvinced. “We can still take Lena’s car.”

“Why would we need it? You can just fly us there.”

“Yeah, I know. But it will piss off Lena.” You give her another wicked grin. “I’ll let you drive.”

“Yeah, ok, cool.”

Simple as that.

So it’s Friday night, Jamie agrees she will go to the party with Maya, and you told your girlfriend you were grounded. Yes, it’s a lie. But barely. You’re sure you’ll be grounded right after this, anyways.

It’s before midnight when both of your aunts say goodnight and go to bed. Kelly makes sure she schedules a ‘talking about your feelings’ session right on Saturday morning with you, before she leaves, though. Ugh, this won’t be fun.

You give them some time, then use your super hearing to make sure they are asleep, before you fly out the window and look for Lena. Like you suspected it’s Friday night and she’s made it back to L Corp, after you left home. Rao, you’re so mad.

You fly home and check for Kara’s presence. All clear. Must be tailing Arnold McKenan or running away from her problems. For someone so brave, you can’t believe how much of a coward she is when it comes to Lena. Rao, you’re raging.

You grab Lena’s car keys, your supersuit in their closet, and then pick the car up and drop off in front of Jamie. You love Jamie, and you know she drives better than you do, but still you fly behind her car the entire time to make sure she is safe. Damn the car, if it was for you, you would toss it in the ocean, it’s Jamie you care about.

“Holy!” Maya says, when she slides in the car. “That’s-wow! Did you steal this?”

“For sure.” Jamie smiles and drives off, leaving nothing but tire marks behind.

“Is that why Superkid is following us?” Maya asks, and you smile to yourself.

“Nah. She was saving a kitten and I asked if she wanted to come to a party. Now, she’s following the car.”

“WHAT!” Maya yells, sounding excited. “You’re joking! We’re going to a party with Superkid?” She gets nothing but a nod. “Holy fucking shit! I can’t believe my girlfriend won’t be there. Maybe we could convince her to sneak out?”

“Please. Do you even know your girlfriend?” You hear Jamie’s response. “She would never.” You scoff. “Besides, I don’t want to be third-wheeling all night. You guys are awfully handsy.”

“Yeah, well. She’s hot.” Maya says, making you smile even more. “Here. We’re here.” And so Jamie parks.

“Hi!” You open the car’s door to Maya, giving you her hand so she can exit the car. “I’m Superkid.”

“Of course you are.” She manages to say, looking red as a tomato.

“Your friend Jamie said it was ok if I came. I hope I’m not intruding on anything.”

“NO! No! Not at all. You’re more than welcomed. I mean, it’s not my party, but I’m guessing you will be more than welcome. I mean, who wouldn’t want Superkid in their party, right? So yeah you’re welcome! Anyways, you cool? I’m cool.” She rambles, making you and Jamie share a look. “Oof, I’m sweating.”

“Don’t be nervous.” You put your hand on her shoulder for a light squeeze. “I’m just a normal teen.”

She wheezes out a laugh. “I don’t know about normal.”

“More than you think. Shall we?” You point inside the house, and she agrees with her head. They fall a little behind you, and you can hear Maya whispering.

“Doesn’t she look awfully familiar?”

“Haven’t you met her before a few times?” Jamie saves you and you smile when Maya agrees, and lets it go.

Let’s just say going to a party as Superkid is on the top of the best ideas you’ve ever had. Superkid is a big hit. There’s even a line so people can take pictures with you. And they all love you. You’ve never felt so loved in your life. This was exactly what you needed.

It sucks that alcohol does literally nothing to you, but you still enjoy watching Jamie and Maya getting louder and flushed and talking nonsense to you all night. So this is what it's like to be a normal teenage girl? You’ll take it.

It is also very exciting that Maya can’t ever stop bringing your name up. The real you. Not Superkid. Not you in this shiny suit. The nerdy you that is apparently home, texting her so she can enjoy the party.

The night goes on and you don’t think once about Lena in her stupid office, doing her dreary paperwork, acting like that fucking company is more important than your family’s existence. You also don’t think about Kara in that stupid DEO, doing her dreary patrol, acting like the fucking world is more important than your family’s wellbeing. Or maybe you thought about it once or twice. But not as much as you would if you were home alone waiting for them. But hey, you shouldn’t be thinking about them! They sure as hell aren’t thinking about you right now.

“Shit, shit, shit.” Jamie says looking at her phone. “It’s mami! She probably noticed I’m not in my bedroom.”

“It’s ok. Let me see that.” You grab her phone. “I’ll take this up in the sky, so she doesn’t hear all the noise.”

“You’re going to answer her phone?” Maya asks, and you realize that it doesn’t make a lot of sense for you to be answering the phone of some girl you just met. Damn! Maya still makes sense even with all the alcohol.

“Oh. Um. I’m really good at impressions!” You say with a smile. But you can’t actually impersonate Jamie. You put both hands on your waist and look up. “Hope, help, and compassion for all.” Then you smile. “That was Supergirl.”

“It was perfect.” She says, and now the alcohol is probably doing the effect again.

“Ok! Gotta go!” You fly up and notice that a bunch camera flashes follow you. Feels good to be loved. “Heeeey auntie.”

“Where the hell are the two of you?” Kelly yells through her phone and you actually have to take it off your ear, because it’s too loud.

“Oh!” Think of something, come on. “We’re at-at the Fortress. I brought Jamie to help me look for this thing-”

“And none of you thought it was a good idea to let us know that? We were here thinking she was kidnapped!”

“By whom?”

“Well, I don’t know. It’s a new threat every day in this town! A few weeks ago you literally vanished from your bedroom one night!” Oh, that. What a cool funny story, that no one thinks is cool nor fun, except you. Kelly exhales. “Why didn’t she pick up the phone herself?”

“Oh! I think she got lost in one of the rooms.” You hate that you’re lying so much. You never once lied to Kelly before. What if she just knows? “Don’t worry, auntie. We’re safe, and will be back home in bed soon, ok? Go to bed, everything is ok. Goodnight!”

You hang up before she answers. Way to be suspicious. You come back to the party and see Jamie hyperventilating afraid of the conversation you just had.

“We should go.”

“Relax, I handled it.” You pick up another jello shot, putting on Jamie’s hand. “Chill, I’ve got this. No one will ever know.”

And when you make it back home and park Lena’s car exactly like it was parked -in all honesty Jamie couldn’t parallel park so you picked it up and put it in its place-, you think no one will ever know. And when you and Jamie sneak in her bedroom and go straight to bed, and none of her moms wake up, you are sure no one will ever know.

Wouldn’t it be nice if that was actually the case? But when you wake up the next morning… Oh, crap. Oh, shit. Oh, no. What are Kara and Lena doing here?

[mizunetzu]

(Written through Miss Ly’s [ @kyotarou ] writing event) Mr. Mizunetzu’s back babey!! And to start off strong we got some Kuroo!! (I didn’t know when to post it so I decided to post it now BAHAH)

-Mr. Mizunetzu (glad to be back yall, ehehe)

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[5:00 am] - Kuroo Tetsurou

⚠️warnings - none

Pronouns - male, he/him

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Kuroo’s hands staggered as they glided across his keyboard.

Glancing at the corner of his computer screen, the small, white ‘5:34 am’ in fine print glowed harshly at Kuroo, making him wince. He dreadfully peeled his eyes off the numbers, and focused his attention back onto the six-page document he needed to finish.

The incessant typing sounds resumed, even managing to irritate Kuroo himself with its loud clacking. And he supposed it irritated (Y/n) too with the way the human-sized lump on the bed shifted under the bedsheets.

Kuroo paused, stopping to look at (Y/n) and the bed with tired, longing eyes before begrudgingly zeroing them back onto his bright computer screen. The bed creaked once more.

Kuroo paid the bed noises no mind. He was sure if he did then he would succumb to his overworked brain, and how comfy and soft (Y/n) looked cuddled up next to a pillow. Then he would start imagining that pillow was him and one thing would lead to another and he’d be so sleepy he wouldn’t get any work done.

So Kuroo sucked it up, bit his lip, and continued on with the bothersome tapping sounds and the words on his paperwork that were beginning to look like gibberish. And he got a good amount of work done until the bed squeaked one last time, this time a very sleepy (Y/n) coming up behind Kuroo on his swivel chair and letting his head fall onto his shoulder.

Kuroo sighed, bringing his hand up from his computer to pet (Y/n’s) sleep-tousled hair. “Go back to sleep, (Y/n). ‘m almost done.”

“You said that hours ago.” (Y/n) pouted. “The bed’s so uncomfy without you.”

Kuroo’s heavy eyes flickered to the very-enticing covers on the bed, with its marshmallow-soft pillows and warm-looking mattress. The only thing missing was the blanket, which was draped around (Y/n’s) slouched shoulders. He couldn’t disagree more. The bed looked heavenly right now.

“Mm..” Kuroo hummed. “You weren’t thinking that when you fell asleep without me like...seven hours ago.”

(Y/n) pushed up against Kuroo’s neck with a huff, drawing out a tired chuckle from the man himself. He smiled, before retracting the hand that was ruffling (Y/n’s) hair up.

“Please come to bed...wanna cuddle...” (Y/n) murmured into Kuroo’s neck. He sighed, glancing to his nearly-finished work on his screen.

“I’m almost done. I promise I’ll join you soon but I need to finish.”

(Y/n) exhaled. He walked over to the side of Kuroo’s swivel chair, before climbing under his arm and nestling himself inside Kuroo’s lap. He nuzzled his face back into the crook of Kuroo’s neck, before sighing contently.

“Well if you’re gonna do your work then at least let me sleep here.”

Kuroo stayed silent for a bit. “Isn’t it more comfortable on the bed?”

“You’re comfier.”

Kuroo shrugged. There was no arguing with that.

His fingers tried to reach out and type the things he needed to type, but his tired body seemed to think otherwise. His fingers felt heavy, his arms felt like lead and it wasn’t helping that his boyfriend was cuddled up in his lap, with his breath fanning against his neck like a kitten.

Before he knew it, Kuroo’s eyes sagged lower and lower like weights were pinned to his eyelashes, before they finally closed. Kuroo’s hands laid placid on his keyboard, before they pulled back to wrap around (Y/n’s) blanket-covered body. He heard (Y/n) titter out a happy noise, shifting around sleepily in his lap.

Maybe I could just...rest my eyes a little bit, Kuroo thought. He didn’t get to finish that final thought, or his final words on the last page of his document when he passed out on his swivel chair, burying his face into (Y/n’s) head.

Goodnight, Kuroo Tetsurou.

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[sweetsbfreex]

love me for me, it’s all i ask

Summary: Bucky meets your family, but your nerves clouds you judgment

Warnings: angst!!! 

Pairing: Bf!Bucky x reader

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Dating your Bucky is filled with a mix of gentle touches, insecurities and reassurances, long yearning stares, love running so deep he had Tony install some kind of metal warmers–– so you wouldn’t shiver every time you cuddled into his arm or he decided to wrap it around your waist while you slept. It was heaven, but of course there were bumps in the road.  

Dating the Bucky Barnes or what most people saw as the “Winter Soldier'' was filled with: anxious walks down the street with his hand holding your waist tightly, his natural habit of looking over his shoulder, and his need to wear a pair of black,leather gloves no matter where you went. It wasn’t anything you couldn’t handle, you loved him too much for it.

-

“Buck, calm down, it’ll be fine.” You chuckle, keeping your eyes on the road, yet lifting one hand off the wheel to briefly squeeze his anxious leg. 

His leg stops shaking and he only nods his head, but when he realizes you can’t see he chokes out a sorry. Instead, he begins to twiddle his gloved thumbs and turns his head to look out the window. He watched the shops and trees pass by in a flur, there wasn’t much on his mind other than what he would say when he got there. 

You slow the car at a red light and turn to see him in the same state. "It's okay if you want us to go back to your place, I can take a u-turn right here, and we can meet them another time." you tell him, extending your fingers to tangle with the ends of his hair. 

“I’m fine doll really...just excited,” He semi-lied through his perfect teeth adding a small smile. 

You were both on your way to your parents house, only ten minutes away now. Bucky coming along wasn’t anything planned. 

Your mom had called two nights ago, at the same time you and Bucky snuggled in bed watching his latest fix on Hulu. Streaming platforms are something he enjoyed about the modern world. He liked that he could have things like Shirley Temple in a pinch, anytime and anywhere he wanted.  

Anyway, Your mom had called, interrupting the trance Tom and Jerry had on the both of you at the moment. 

“One second” you tell him, unraveling from his hold before getting hold of your phone. Bucky makes a move for the remote, but you assure him that it’s fine so he goes back to watching the cartoon. 

And you answer, “Hey mom.” When Bucky heard who it was calling, he side-eyes you for a few seconds, curious.

“Hey! y/n/n, you haven’t called in awhile are you okay? Me and Snicks miss you” The call of his name causes you to hear a bark in the background.

“I’m fine, it’s literally been a day. Are you okay?” It’s not weird for her to call during this time, but nonetheless you know she has something she needs to say.

“‘Perfectly fine honey. I was calling because Daisy is coming down the day after and we’d thought it would be nice for the three of us and aunt to come down too. You’re not busy are you? Maybe you could take a quick detour and visit?” She lived alone in your childhood home, refusing to let all the memories die in the cherished home.  Going as far as making you and your sister promise one of you would possess the house when she passed on. 

At the mention of a little reunion, you decided it would be best to take this somewhere with more privacy. You couldn’t explain, but you thought it would be better for Buck not to hear it. He hasn’t met your family and you don’t want to pressure him into meeting them if he isn’t ready or uncomfortable. You also didn’t want to ask him...in case he wasn’t ready or comfortable.

“Uhh one second” you mute your phone, telling Bucky you’ll be in the hallway prior to giving him a kiss on the cheek. 

“Mom?”

“I’m here!”

“Yeah I can make it, shouldn’t be busy, it’ll likely be me though.” You pace the hallway up and down as if it was the only place to walk in the whole house. 

“That’s great, okay, I’m gonna text Shirley to come by earlier so we can make a bit extra of everything”

“Extra? Isn’t it just the four of us?”

“No, honey, you know the kids and your sister said she’s bringing someone. Well I don’t know! You know how these things go”

The call goes on for a minute or more. Your mother tells you whatever information is vile and sends you a goodnight. Which you return.

“Sorry, she wanted to inform me of something” you tell him as you walk through the door. Placing your phone in charge once again and like a kitten nestling yourself into his side once again. 

He lets his metal arm lay over your shoulders and you interlace your hands together. 

Silence passes by and gets broken by Bucky who clears his throat to speak up. “Uhm” he starts his free hand coming up scratching the back of his neck. “Do you want me to act like I didn’t hear the conversation?

You sit up in surprise at his confession. “You heard that?!”

He sends you in an unimpressed look. His finger points to his ear then his hand hovers his body, going up and down wildly. Unimpressed at the way you forget he’s pumped in this super serum, he can’t help how far his hearing is.

“Sorry I just forget you’re not human human”

He takes a beat of silence to himself, “I’m not human human?”

“No! Baby, not like that. You know I mean like I forget that you these special abilities–– other than your arm–– inside that I can’t see...y’know”

“It's fine doll” he pulls you back into his side, “Are you going?”

“Yeah…” 

“Do you need company? If not that’s fine I just wanted to ask––” he goes by the question quickly, scared that he’s made it weird between the two of you. 

“You want to visit my family with me?” you ask astounded.

“Only if you’re comfortable with it?” he reassures you in a haste, a hand going to your bare thigh. 

“Are you comfortable with it?” you ask.

“Baby, I just said––” he laughs in a delicate manner. 

“I know, I know. Sorry. I just didn’t know you would want to, I know how anxious you get with a bunch of people, Which is fine! But I don’t want to nudge you in something like that”

“I think it would be perfect, honestly”

“I’m happy you think so” you smile.

-

Currently the car parks in the driveway of your former home. The leather enveloping Bucky’s hands wring together. You don’t say much, only getting out of the car, jogging to Bucky’s side of the door, until you could open his door. 

You tug him into a gentle hug. Standing between his legs once he’s adjusted himself to take every last of you in. You squeeze him once and smile when you feel the nerves and tension falling from his shoulder.

You okay?" you ask. It may seem like a dumb question at the time, but one thing you've learned about Bucky is. A simple question like that allows a spacious answer, it helps him a little more. 

You don’t pull away but adjust your face to place a kiss to his cheek. 

“Yeah” he breathes out. “...What if they don’t like me, we’ll still be together right?”

That question right there drops a bucketful of guilt over your head, but you know what you’re doing is right. 

You pull away , after a second, letting your hands fall to each side of his neck. 

"Of course Buck with or without approval you're still mine. Doesn't matter anyway, everyone will love you 'cause you're amazing." You smile, your fingers roaming over his very recently shaven under jaw.

“Thanks, doll”

“Nothing to thank me for” you give him one last squeeze, “You ready?” 

“Yeah...I don’t know if I’ve told you, but you look really good today”

You wore nothing but a flowy, yellow, long sleeved surplice front dress and a pair of platform sandals.

“Stop trying to stall time!” You tease. 

“I’m not. Promise I’m not” he throws his hands up in surrender, a bright smile on his face. As quick as he throws them up, they come down around your waist. “Ready when you are” 

Having said that, Casual, black slacks hug his lengthy legs lackdasically. A short sleeve, white polo accentuates his waist, and his hair pulls back into a low bun.

 It's so unbelonging to him. But the night before Bucky's been filling with worry about how he should dress to impress.

While you’re still standing between his bent legs and your fingers settle on his neck. You take one hand to pull the hair tie from his hair. Watching his curtains fall around his face

“Doll?—“

“I know you don’t wanna wear your hair like this, it’s fine. I promise Bucky they’ll love you.” You reassure him this time with a kiss, pulling away to entangle your fingers together. 

When you go to close the door he holds up a finger. You watch him stand there hesitation on his face. Before he decides to shrug off the leather jacket and slip off his gloves.

His bionic arm is perfectly bare for anyone to see and you couldn’t be more proud when he sends a shy smile your way. 

-

So soon, you’re both at the doorstep, hands linked together. You knock on the door. 

“Coming!” The sound of your mom’s voice brings a smile to your face, but only makes Bucky’s nerves sky rocket. 

When you hear the sound of the doorknob rattling, you give in at the last moment releasing the mutual hold of your hands. In nerves you miss the gaze and frown of Bucky–– more like brush off, but you play dumb for the sake of it all.

“Y/N––” your mother starts, voice dying and a gasp let out, looking like a guppy out of water when she sees the man standing beside you. Bucky seems none the wiser. Sure he expected some kind of reaction, not like his whole isn't on blast or anything.  

She composes herself when she glances at you, but you only give her a hard stare. “Hello, I’m Lisa” 

“I’m Bucky...I got these for you, y/n said these were your favorites” he outstretched a bouquet of plumerias.

“Oh...Thank you so much, very thoughtful. Come in” Lisa moves out the way and you let Bucky walk ahead of you. You’re about to cross the doorway when you feel weedy fingers clasp your upper arm. 

“Are you out of your mind!” she whispers in your ear. 

“Can you atleast get to know him first” you tell her, catching yourself up with Bucky.

When you both were walking to the front door. The music, screaming children, so much noise was everywhere. You weren't sure how there wasn't a noise complaint from neighbours.

When you and Bucky enter the backyard to most of your family. It's like the scene from Shrek when the Kingdom meets Shrek and Fiona, as the music and everyone quiets down. You wish were joking. 

It wasn't hard to notice when everyone lit up at the sight of you and then saw the Winter Soldier right next to you. 

Bucky was trying to be patient, he was, but it was tiring getting the same reaction when you introduced him to your family. He could understand the shock of being in the same room as a murderer–– no that isn't him anymore or was never him to begin with. 

“And this is Bucky” every single time, that’s the line you used to introduce him. 

-

Now you both are at a rounded table in the shade. Your sister is next to you and her boyfriend.  Your aunt, her husband, and two of your closest cousins are around the table too. A plate of food in front of both of you, Bucky raves to your mom and aunt about how good the cooking is, warming your heart.

Other than that conversation flows like the sea, in a mismatched pattern. Your main priority being it doesn’t become too bare, but of course it all fails. But Bucky can only think about how the most affectionate one of the two (you) hasn’t tried to hold his hand once. Most likely isn’t appropriate to touch each other in front of her family, is what he comes up with. 

“So Bucky, how are you adjusting?” your sister asks.

Oh god.

“It’s going well, not everyday is easy, but I have help” he responds, smiling down at you. 

“Must be crazy how different times are, huh?” your uncle jumps in. 

“Definitely” he chuckles “All the tech is cool. I will say I thought the prices before were outrageous, but nothing beats now.”

“I’ll say” your uncle agrees. 

You sit back a grin on your face, enjoying the way conversation between everyone and Bucky flows. He was starting to get comfortable and your family was getting over their epiphany. He was making them––especially your uncle–– laugh which was an accomplishment in itself. 

“Did you have a lot of family or siblings growing up, Bucky?” your sister asks. 

You feel like you might lose your calm, why is she acting this way?

“Oh...uh. I think three. I know I had a little sister, Rebecca”

“You think?” the tilt in her voice doesn’t fly by you unnoticed. You flick her shoulder, mouthing a knock it off.

“When you’re under for so long things just start to fade y’know.” He informs her, a breathy laugh follows behind nervously as his leg bobs vigorously. 

She definitely didn’t know. No one around this table could relate. Not something the average person goes through, but Bucky wasn’t thinking too much when he let the last bit out. Everyone could see the result of that with the silence that made its way back. 

“How long have you guys known each other?” your aunt asks. You let out a breath of relief and gratitude.

“We’ve known each other for eight months” you answer.

You wish you could’ve taken Bucky’s words away next, “Dating for five” he publicized proudly. 

You shrink into yourself at the wide eyes and wilting postures of everyone around you. Of course, at that moment your mom your mom walked over. 

“Dating?!” 

“You’re dating each other” 

The shrill sound of their voices causes you to become more antsy. 

At that moment, everything clicks for him as he turns towards you, but you don't look at him. Keeping your vision on the food on your plate. 

“What?...Y/n.” you can hear the uncertainty in his voice when he calls out your name, but you won’t look at him and it’s pissing him off. 

“Y/n. Do they not know we’re together?” he asks and when you finally look at him and see the furrow of his eyebrows and the lines between them. His lips in a thin line and the grip he has on the table, the guilt goes from a bucket of water to a whole tsunami. 

Watching as your eyes wouldn't keep contact with him. Darting from his and to whatever was around him, is enough to answer his question. He stands up, he takes in how everyone gets startled and how your mother takes a step back. 

He scoffs before making his way through the house, out the door, waiting for you outside. 

You ignore the stares, keeping your head down. Rushing after Bucky. You find him standing against your car, arms crossed looking up at the sky. Taking notice of his clenched hands and the clinch of his jaw. 

“Bucky––” you start lightly. 

“I don’t want to talk right now” he swore, eyes staying ahead. 

“Well I think we should...I didn’t tell them because I didn’t want them to judge you before getting to know the actual you?”

“Were you even there?” he questions astonished, his head whipping towards you, at your claim. “That’s bullshit and you know it”

“It’s not! You’re seeing this with tunnel vision! I just wanted them to see you for you first”

“You’re embarrassed by me! You didn’t even tell your ma––god y/n, I feel like a fucking idiot.”

“I’m not embarrassed!” 

“You let go of my hand before we even walked in the house”

“Yeah so they wouldn’t know, so they could get to know you! Why aren’t you understanding?” 

You're getting frustrated and you know your voices are less than quiet. Standing in the middle of the driveway like banshees.

“You know how this shit is for me...What? So if it was Steve or fucking Sam you were bringing you wouldn’t have told your family?”

“That’s different! they’re praised wherever they go, people don’t see my bucky first they see the winter soldier. I’m sorry, but it’s true I was just trying to protect you” 

You try to hold back the tears on your face, your eyes stinging. With the way red rims his eyes, glazed over, and the rough breathing through his nose. You can tell he's trying to do the same. 

“Take me home” he demanded, it was the end for him and he had no reason to keep hearing you spew these excuses. 

“Buck?”

“I’m serious. Take me back to my apartment.” He looks away, the clue that you were going to bring him home were your footsteps distancing. 

You walk back in the house with a huff, making a beeline to the table where your bag and keys were. Thankful that the table was scarce except for your sister who watched you pick your things up, like mad. Her hand comes down on your phone when you go to grab it. 

“What?” you ask. 

“You’re leaving?” she asks.

“Of course, I’m leaving Daisy. He wants to go home, no thanks to you.”

“Me?”

“Yes you, what was up with your awful questions?” you question her.

“Excuse me for being surprised that my little sister brought an assassin to a family reunion. Let alone dating him?” she tells you, standing her ground. 

She's always been protective of you and you can understand that. Shifting the blame towards her won't do any good between you and Bucky anyway. But, you've also had enough and need to find a way to fix things. 

“I’ll call you later, tell mom I said bye” you tell her, taking a brisk glance. 

-

You both sat knee deep in silence. Everytime you tried to take a glance at Bucky he only looked ahead, saying nothing. Hand raising up, time to time, to wipe away a tear or two . When you were at a red light or stop sign , it gave you a chance to turn your head. But, everytime you tried to take a proper look at him he'd look out the window. Leaving you to turn your head back, your grip on the wheel tight.   

The moment you arrive at his complex and put the car in park, he hops out of the car. Never looking back, only grumbling, “Don’t bother calling. We’re done.”

“Bucky!” but the door slams shut and he ignores whatever you have to say. 

He meant that with every being in his heart. Any time you tried to call he let it ring until it came to the point where he blocked your number. You got the hint and hadn’t seen him since.

i’ve been sitting on this for sooo long, ofc my first bucky fic is angst

if you enjoyed this pls don’t forget to reblog or give feedback if ur up to it<3

[kiddiesmores]

You Need To Calm Down

What if one way the boys fall asleep is by sucking their girlfriends nipple for comfort? It starts as a joke but they end up getting really into it?

@skyguy-peach this one’s for youuuu <3

Bokuto

his team lost their game :(

he spent the day sulking after that

to calm him down you told him to take a nap with you

he was so pouty 🥺 he’ll drag his feet to your bed and collapse on you

“cuddles 🥺” he’d ask and OF COURSE YOU SAY YES LIKE UR NOT A MONSTER !!

next thing you know your holding him, his head on your chest

but he can’t sleep

the way you’re stroking his head isn’t enough

“bokubaby? What’s wrong?”

“i cant sleep” his voice muffles against your his hoodie

his hands slipped under the fabric, “Warm..”

you giggled watching him shove his head under the hoodie

suddenly you got an idea

“bo~ I know a way to get you to bed”

his head poked out of the hood, looking at his little pouty face made you coo

slipping down your bra, you brought his face to your boob, motioning for him to suck

hus eyes lit up as he immediately wrapped his lips around your nipple, sucking softly, no questions asked

bo isn’t really one to question things, especially when boobs are involved

there was a quiet presence in your room, which isn’t really usual with bo. His face rested under your hoodie and shirt, mouth sucking on your nipple with his eyes closed.

his breathing slowed and his body relaxed while you cradled him, eventually slipping into a deep sleep, letting your nipple be released from his mouth.

you smiled at your boy under your hood, letting him keep his face in your warmth so he wouldn’t wake up back into his emo mode.

placing a soft kiss on his head, you let bokuto sleep for a hour or two, as you watched baking/cooking vids in the meantime.

when he starts to stir you caress his face, trying to coax him back to sleep. but alas, it was too late, he was waking up.

“hi baby~” you cooed, watching him rub thr tiredness out of his eyes. bokuto smiled that classic, goofy, signature bokuto smile at you and slipped his head out of your hoodie. “can’t elieve i sucked your boob to go to sleep.” he jokes, “i see why babies do this, it was comfy as fuck.”

“well maybe we should do it more often.” you suggested

“hell yeah we should, now come here i want the other one!!”

Akaashi

our editor boy 🥺

he was so stressed :(

they threw him into another project and he hasn’t even finished the first one

they won’t even extend his deadline and so that means staying up later and-

“keiji? are you okay?”

you shut your book, akaashis hands were gripping his hair, elbows on the desk, staring at the panels infront of him

he sighed, “i think i need a break..”

awh, opening your arms, you waitedfor your sleep deprived boyfriend to lay down

as he layed in your arms, you couldn’t help but notice how nervous akaashi looked

“y/n...do you remember the other night when we made love..”

you smiled, “how could i forget, you fell asleep while sucking on my nipple keiji~” you teased

then you realized, “you want to suck them again? will that make you feel better?”

he nodded sheepishly

you kissed his cheek, “alright then, if it’ll make you rest.”

you peeled off your shirt and bra, bringing keiji to your breast

his lips attached softly to your nipple, sucking gently and giving kitten licks

his other hand rested on your breast for more control, but it wasn’t long before sleep took hold of him

the way you cradled him and the comfortable feeling of you in his mouth was just too much, he was out like a light

once akaashi was asleep you laid his head down on the pillow next to you. His arms sprawled out like a toddler asleep in their crib, and you couldn’t help but coo at the sight. You threw you shirt back on, wincing a bit as it rubbed against your sore nipple.

waltzing over to keijis surprisingly neat looking desk, you sat down and started going over all the panels he was working on, translating words and fixing grammar mistakes. You put in headphones playing a playlist you made for him to stay focused.

you were too in the moment to notice akaashi stirring, eventually waking up startled because he had fell asleep when there’s so much work to be done. He also blushed realizing that he fell asleep attached to your breast like a new born.

but that’s besides the point, he looked over to see you gracefully doing his work, going back and fourth with both projects at once, looking at notes about what his boss said needed to be added.

he forgets you both work together sometimes and that he could just ask you for help. Keiji got out of the bed and came up behind you in his desk chair, wrapping his arms around your shoulders. You jumped a bit, he had startled you.

grinning a bit, he took the airpods out of your ears, “Thank you my love, I don’t know what i’d do without you.” He peppers kisses all over your soft lips, admiration and love in his eyes.

he’s so happy that he has you to help him relax, and he definitely loves the idea of sucking your nipples in order to get that far, even if he denies he even asked to begin with.

Kenma

“no”

“please 🥺”

“no”

“kenmaaaa”

“i’m playing right now, plus what would we even gain from me doing that”

“taking a break and laying with your lovely girlfriend isn’t enough?”

he turns and looks at you

blinks

then turns back around

“BITCH-“

kenma sighs putting down his headphones and tying his hair back into its loose pony tail

your body sprawled out on the bed, “cmooonnn”

he huffed and collapsed ontop of you, smiling at your soft giggles

his hands rubbed up and down your sides, as you both talked about anything and everything,, it was 3am after all

“i heard that bokutos girlfriend let him suck her boob to go to sleep after his game”

“dead ass?? did it work??”

kenma shrugged

“should we try?”

kenmas face flushed, “i mean,,sure i guess..”

you unhooked your bra and motioned for him to get under your hoodie

“its so warmf” his muffled voice said and you let out a laugh, startling your cat 🥺

kenmas face rested between both boobs, sucking each nipple one at a time before sticking to the one he liked more

soft noises left kenmas mouth as he sucked on your nipples. you couldn’t help but moan a little, quietly of course. kenma got so lost in the feeling he didn’t even notice his breathing slow down.

he felt so calm, his stress from work gone, all he could focus on was your soft skin in his mouth.

your hands stroked his locks, scratching slightly at his scalp, making him sigh out of pleasure.

soon he drifted off to sleep, face nuzzling between the valley of your breasts. your head turned to look at the clock, “4:43am.”

“goodnight kenma..” you said as you dozed off.

the next morning, 1:36pm to be exact, kenma woke up. a little startled as his face was still under your shirt, a little bit of drool on your chest, whoops.

he remembered how he ended up like this and blushed, slipping his head from under your hood, just to see you on your phone watching a game theory fnaf video.

“good morning ken~” you say, leaning to kiss his forehead.

he didn’t respond, just laying back ontop of you, his face resting in the crook of your neck, but his eyes watching the video with you.

you turned up the phone so he could hear better, stroking his back with your free hand.

“i wonder if she’ll do it again after my charity stream tonight..” kenma thought to himself, regardless he thanks you for introducing him into his new sleeping method.

he also needs to thank bokuto for telling him about that as well.

i hope you guys liked this 🥺 it was so fun to write!! me and fern were talking about it when i was in her inbox and it spiraled from there 😼. @fern-writes-ig

have a good rest of your day everyone!!

[solohux]

Alpha!Kylo KNOWS that omega!Hux can take care of himself. Kylo KNOWS that. But there’s just something so satisfying about treating Hux like a delicate little doll in front of other alphas. Like, everyone knows that Hux is as tough as can be, but Kylo still really enjoys picking him up and holding him bridal-style, asking “Are you being treated nicely, kitten? Good, very good. Well, say goodnight to your friends. It’s time for fearsome, darling little omegas to go to bed.”

I LIVE FOR THIS!

Hux is entirely capable of defending himself. He didn’t survive the rigorous training at the academy just to be treated like a porcelain doll by an alpha! He may be thin but he is by no means delicate or defenceless.

But when Kylo does it out of affection? He melts.

He once thought that he’d stab anyone who dared to pick him up but when his strong mate comes along and sweeps him up into his arms, Hux wants to stay there forever. It makes all the other alphas and omegas jealous when Kylo shows Hux such protective affection. Kylo is so strong and handsome and powerful that the omegas want him and the alphas want to be him. And Hux is so pretty and ‘delicate’ that the alphas want him and the omegas want to be him.

And maybe it doesn’t stop once they get to their chambers? If Kylo loves treating Hux like a delicate doll and Hux loves being treated like that then maybe that’s how they unwind and relax? Kylo undresses Hux and they share a bath where they wash each other and then Kylo brushes Hux’s hair and picks out some pyjamas for him before carrying him to bed and tucking him in. Sure, Hux may have a vibroblade and a blaster hidden underneath his pillow to kill any intruders but that doesn’t mean he can’t snuggle with his alpha like he needs protecting!

[sirthisisa-wendys]

Ungodly Hour: Geto Suguru x Fem!Reader

synopsis: Suguru doesn’t know the meaning of “relief”, and neither will you. 

words: 1779

tw: nsfw (light smut) 

Slam! 

Your head hits the desk - well, more accurately, the book on the desk - and you jolt back up, hoping no one heard your head crack against the pages. Shoko eyes you over the divider in the carrell, frowning deeply. 

“Are you getting any sleep?” You don’t answer, giving her a sheepish glance before looking back down at the shapeless words. “You need to tell him to stop keeping you up so late.” 

“Huh?” You look back up at the brown eyes still staring at you and roaming around your high-necked sweater, looking for any evidence to use against you. 

“Suguru. Don’t be afraid to tell him to let you sleep once in a while.” Shoko chuckles, then closes her book and stands. “Anyways, we should get back to the dorms. With those two dimwits off campus right now, maybe you could get some sleep.” 

You walk back to the dorms in silence, taking in the fall air with appreciation. The crisp smell of falling leaves and fresh rain settles over you like a warm embrace, and you think of the long, black haired sorcerer who resided in the back of your mind at all times. You used to think that Suguru was like the spring: fresh, and energizing. But now, he felt like the fall… comforting, warm, and familiar. The furnace for your fire. The threads for your sweater. The cup for your tea.

“Hey,” Shoko nudges you when you get to her room. “Draw that line, girl.” You laugh a  little at her cheesy words, then walk the few hundred feet to your room.

Silence greets you when you open the door and walk to your bed, which is neatly made from the previous week. You never really spent time in your bed anymore; Suguru liked to sleep with you in his arms, in his room, under his sheets. You thought you would feel a deeper sense of longing when he was gone, but your body reacts only with relief as you collapse on the bed. You need to shower the day off and wash your face, but the exhaustion drags you down and soon, you’re asleep on top of the covers, arm tucked comfortably under your head. 

When you wake, you realize dreams elude your memory. It had been like that for some time - this dreamless sleep. You were grateful for the lack of dreams, because it also meant the lack of nightmares. You hadn’t yet mentally recovered from the incident with the special grade curse, and neither had Suguru. One month wasn’t enough to wipe away the foul smell or the taste of blood out of your mouth, and you were sure that your hyperfixation on your studies would only drive your ability to deal with the trauma into the ground. 

But you couldn’t help it. 

You watched Suguru throw himself into the books when he couldn’t figure out a solution, so you did the same. When you went out with him on any given night, you two would get drunk or high (or both) and then fuck each other’s brains out. Deep down, you know it’s not the best way to cope with things, but the inherent toxicity of the cycle only draws you deeper. 

The second thing you realize is that it’s impossibly dark. 

A glance at the digital clock on your nightstand informs you that it’s eleven seventeen, which means you slept through dinner and possibly even Suguru’s return. You roll onto the edge of the bed to reach into your backpack to fish out your phone. There are no messages on the empty screen you note. He must not have made it back yet. 

As you sit up and rub your eyes, the thought to shower comes back to you. Ignoring your grumbling stomach, you step off the bed and take two steps in the direction of the bathroom, the trip over something hard and large laying on your bedroom floor. 

“Shit!” 

As you precariously hold on to the edge of your desk, you hear a groan and a figure shifting up from the floor slowly. Taking two books off your desk and yelling, you toss the thick volumes at the rising figure and grab another book to throw, the previous makeshift weapons thumping to the ground after hitting their mark… at least, you think they hit their mark. 

“Y/n, it’s me!” The sound of Suguru’s voice first shocks you, then enrages you. Gripping the third book in your hand, you flick on the lights and see Suguru tenderly picking up the volumes you tossed at him. 

“Your dictionaries? Really?” You’re not sure if you throw the third book out of embarrassment or anger, but Suguru picks it up after it hits his chest and stacks them on your desk anyways. “Sorry for scaring you, kitten.” 

“Don’t ‘kitten’ me!” You huff, running a hand through your hair out of frustration. “What were you doing sleeping on my floor?” 

“You looked so peaceful, and I didn’t want to wake you. So I thought the next best place to be near you would be the floor.” Suguru grunts, rolling his shoulder. “In hindsight, I should’ve sat in the chair instead.” You squint your eyes at the sorcerer, frowning, but choose to leave the argument where it is and go into the bathroom. You leave the door open while you wash your face and brush your teeth, letting Suguru eye you over the dictionary he had picked up out of boredom. “Yeah, the mission went well,” he finally called out over the sound of running water. “Thanks for asking.” 

“I didn’t,” you reply, turning the shower on and taking off your clothes. 

“I would like to shower, too.” The dictionary thumps back onto the desk, but you turn to kick the door closed before Suguru can even enter. Sighing, you run a hand under the warm water then step into the shower, feeling your muscles relax. Despite your obvious rejection, the door opens, and you hear the rustling of clothing. Suguru entered into the shower behind you, his spindly fingers trapezing around your body without a care. You instinctively relax into his grip, and his lips find your neck, pressing into the wet skin tenderly. 

“Su…” You whine, but he doesn’t relent. “Suguru, please…” His hard length rubs against your ass, and for once, you pray that he’ll give you just a few moments to shower before railing into you like a sex-starved man. 

“You need to be taught some manners, sweetheart.” The way his lips trail past your earlobe and across the minefield of hickies makes you shudder and lean into the hand cupping your neck. “Luckily for you, I’m the perfect disciplinarian.” You jerk at the feeling of his hand running across your stomach and to your ass before lifting it. But instead of smacking your flesh, he grabs your bar of soap and rubs it between his hands in front of you. 

“Sh-Shoko said I need to get more sleep.” You rush out, and Suguru pauses. 

“Oh?” His soft tone doesn’t betray his true feelings, but you know he’s tabulating all of the times he’s kept you from sleeping. “Why did she say that?” 

“I fell asleep in the library while I was trying to study,” You admit, feeling heat rush to your cheeks. “She noticed the hickies, too.” At this, Suguru gives a derisive snort. 

“Who doesn’t notice them?” You had to admit that he was right; the purplish-blue splotches are his way of marking you as his, warning the other snooping males to stay away as if you were a poisonous toad with yellow and blue coloring. As if to prove his point, he makes another one, this time running his teeth along the previous markings. 

“Seriously, Su.” Your voice makes him straighten up behind you and his soapy hands rest on your shoulders. 

“I’m sorry, y/n. I should’ve been more mindful of making sure you aren’t kept up too late.” You look over your shoulder at his face- which is serious, unflinching, and with a tinge of red around the cheeks - and he presses a feather-light kiss to your cheek. “Let me clean you up and get you back into bed.” 

Surprisingly, Suguru kept his promise, only touching you if he needed to reach past you or help you with the tangled mess that was your hair. As you climb into bed, Suguru tucks you in and presses another kiss to your forehead before turning on the small lamp at your desk.

“Goodnight, y/n,” he murmurs, then takes his familiar place at the desk, hunched over one of his books. 

That next morning, the warmth of Suguru’s body envelops you comfortably, and you wonder how he climbed into bed without waking you. Feeling unusually refreshed, you slip out of his arms and press a hand to his cheek, kissing the skin in thanks. Once in the bathroom, you stretch and yawn, hearing your bones crack - early in the morning and not late at night, for once - satisfied you deeply. You turn away to reach for your facial soap, when you hear it slide open unceremoniously. 

Fuck. 

A very alert Suguru leans against the doorway, observing your unclothed figure with a sinister look in his eye. 

“Early bird gets the worm.” And that’s how you found yourself staring at your reflection with Suguru’s hand holding your shoulder while he plowed into you from behind, his other hand rubbing circles on your clit. 

“You thought I’d let you get away…” he breathes into your ear, kissing your earlobe. “If not late at night, I’ll make sure you’re satisfied before you leave for class.” You can only moan his name, looking at your wanton reflection. “You look so perfect, kitten…” he groans. “All worked up so early in the morning for me…” 

“So, did you do it?” Shoko asks later, smiling widely when you nod slowly. 

“If I don’t want to be late, I have to get up earlier,” you mention, feeling the slick between your thighs that reminded you of how the morning had ended with you rushing out of the door. You barely had enough time to clean yourself up, which made for an uncomfortable two hours of squeezing your thighs together so Suguru’s seed wouldn’t stain the seat beneath you. The lecture was completely lost on you, you realize with acute self-consciousness. 

“Huh? Why?” Shoko eyed you carefully, then realized what you meant a second later. “So much for trying to help…” she muttered, looking away from you, embarrassed. So you walked on to class, and Shoko never suggested another thing when it came to Suguru.