#i was still nice and professional and just laid down the facts

[kuroosdarling]

my job rn is playing games with me and my coworkers are ready to walk out !! incoming rant …

[sstrwbrryccke]

I SAW UR SUGAR BABY!SOOBIN FIC AND IT'S SO FUCKING HELLO ?!? could u possibly write something similar for hoon :00 (n could it be male reader :00)

HIIII thank you im glad you enjoyed it ahhsagds !!! and i have so many thoughts for sunghoon <3 i think he would be a bit more smug compared to soobin, not as obedient but playful and cute in his own way!

the ending is a little rushed because i wrote this on the airplane to shanghai 💀😭 (also not proofread so its probably really bad)

— sponsor | sub park sunghoon

tags: aspiring skater!sugarbaby!sunghoon x rich!reader, amab reader, power dynamics, praise kink, unconventional settings to have sex, soft sex, shower sex, frottage, thigh fucking, body worship

you were old money, the kind that people call 'disgustingly rich'. the type of rich family that throw galas instead of family gatherings, and that's where you met him in the first place. it was one of your many cousins' birthday, excessively wealthy and extravagant, a golden gilded hall decorated with a specially laid ice skating rink for performers. you heard your cousin had been an avid ice skating fan and wanted a live performance for his birthday.

the night had been smooth, dull as you would expect out of a bunch of old-money conservatives whose idea of humour is joking about tax evasion. but you notice just by the off-chance, a lean man clad in all black, bumping into a column, a word slips from his mouth; which you can only guess was a swear word. it was strange, he was clearly out of place. but this wasn't some wattpad story about you sweeping a mysterious man off his feet, so you shrugged and continued sipping on your champagne glass.

you only really notice him during the performance, the mass was seated in the grand hall, lights dimming as the spotlight shone; and it was seriously strange. because he wasn't even the main lead, in fact, he was one of the many backup dancers. yet you just couldn't take your eyes off him. there was something so enchanting about his elegance, you could feel his genuine dedication and passion from where he skated. when the show finished, you find yourself clapping, eyes still mesmerized as the boy leaves for the backstage.

a crowd gathers around the main leads, interested sponsorships and words of praise exchanged. while your eyes drift to the man walking off, taking a scone from the buffet stands before disappearing into the balcony. naturally, you follow after him— which in hindsight was slightly creepy because you've been practically eyeing him down. but you really wanted to spark up a conversation with this pretty boy.

when you reach the balcony, you find the backside of the man leaning on the railing. you lean next to him and he was visibly startled— so much so he dropped the scone in his hand. he does attempt to catch it— horribly, and the dessert tumbles into the void, his mouth agape. "aish..."

"ah, sorry."

"no, it's no problem! really! sir!" he quickly rectifies, aheming into his fist and waving his other hand around before looking directly in front of him. occasionally glancing at you with his eyes only. he was visibly nervous, definitely embarrassed too. he straightens his back and raises his chin, probably trying to seem professional in front of you; but you could tell with the way he clenched his jaw that he was tense. and you don't blame him, it looks like this was his first time coming to such a luxurious gala, surrounded by tons of powerful men and women who could either make or break his career.

"well, what's your name?" you offer a conversation starter, since it didn't seem like he was budging.

"i'm park sunghoon, sir!"

"nice to meet you park sunghoon, how old are you?" you ask smoothly, stretching a hand out for him to shake. he couldn't even look you in the eyes, what a shy and polite man.

he wipes his sweaty hands on his pants, before taking your hand with both of his, bowing. "nice, nice to meet you too! i'm 21 turning 22, sir."

"we're the same age, that means you don't need to call me sir."

"yes sir." he replies without much thought.

you give him a pointed look and he quickly shuts up. he was endearing in his own way though, the interaction made you smile. this man who had previously been so elegant and precise on stage was actually very timid.

"you caught my eye in the performance."

he lights up at this, turning his head to you with a small bashful smile on his lips. "thank you so much, i'm surprised you remember me."

"of course i do, couldn't keep my eyes off you in fact." you advance, tilting your head as you subtly flirt. you were into him and you wanted him to understand that. "oh." he mouthed, and it seems like he was starting to recognize the connotations of the conversation. he was still smiling, but you could see a pink tint on his pale skin.

"no, seriously. you're super talented, i want to sponsor you."

his smile drops, a shocked expression on his face instead, soon he's ecstatic. "really?"

you chuckle, "yes, really."

☆★☆

perhaps, your definition of sponsor was just sugar baby with extra steps. because soon, the two of you fall into that type of relationship. it started with a bouquet of flowers after his practice (which you went to weekly), then it became a dinner invitation, and eventually you were lavishing him with gifts and luxury items. okay, perhaps you were just courting this man in the form of presents.

you watch on the sidelines as sunghoon does his usual practice on the ice (a private ice rink you hired for him), he glances towards you with a mischievous grin before doing a silly spin. you just chuckle, shaking your head. when it was over you sling a towel over his neck like usual, handing him a water bottle. he stares at you, rather proud of himself.

"did you see the spin?"

"nah, i was looking at the wall." you joke, there was literally no one else but sunghoon to look at. "issh" he shakes his head, lightly punching your arm.

after, you treat him to a nice dinner in this expensive restaurant, he’s used to your dinner invitations, but he still can't settle his nerves coming to such a high-end restaurant. chatting with you soothed his anxiety though, and shortly he was joking and laughing like usual.

the first course was served, and you took this opportunity to slide over the blue container with the tiffany and co logo. sunghoon takes it shyly, glancing at you, you give him an encouraging look. at the beginning of this dynamic; he did try to refuse the expensive gifts, but you were insistent and sunghoon secretly enjoyed receiving the presents too.

he feels his heart thumping with excitement as he unwraps the case, a genuine surprise in his eyes when he pulls out the silver wire tiffany t bracelet. he’s been wanting it for a while now, mentioning it once casually. and you remembered! he tries it on for you; because he knows you like seeing him with your gifts. the bracelet glints in the light and he looks at you with a reserved smile.

"thank you so much... i don't know to repay you—"

"by being mine." you interrupt him, the words come out before you can even comprehend it, baffled by your impulsivity. "i'm sorry it just came out— if it makes you uncomfortable i apo—"

"yes."

you blink slowly, while he looks at you with full seriousness. and that's how sugar baby sunghoon came to be.

☆★☆

navigating the dynamic was like navigating any other romantic relationship, though sunghoon treated it like a contract at the start. unusual, but usual for sunghoon. it made you chuckle about his seriousness of the entire situation. the whole circumstance was bizarre but silly. what an endearing man. he would sit you down one day, hands clasped together.

"what are your expectations for me?"

and you snicker. he said it like it was a full-time job, which maybe it could be.

"recieve my gifts, and enjoy your best life."

he looked determined, continuing on. "is sex on the table?" he was surprisingly straightforward. it's always the quiet ones who were unexpectantly bold huh...

"if you're comfortable with that, yes." you give him a firm nod.

"i see." he pulls back, shy again.

"so, are you?" you tease, because he didn't outwardly give an answer.

he pauses, and you spot a glint in his eyes. his tongue darts out to wet his lips and his mind runs rampant. how cute.

"i am."

☆★☆

and wow was that quite literally the best decision in your entire life. everything remained the same, except now you have an extremely hot and sexy ice skater whose libido was as high as his talent. life was good. life was great.

training went as you expect, sunghoon absolutely smashed through his routine. running back to you with a proud smile, hands on his hips.

"i did pretty good, didn't i?" he always asked similar questions, pridefully, wanting to be praised.

"did you? didn't see." you would always tease him, and he would respond by playfully hitting your shoulder. the sass doesn't last long though, because the moment you two are alone in the locker room that's when you go down on him, embracing him as his lovely quiet moans seep out from your kiss.

it should be classified as an addiction at this point, the amount of unconventional places you guys had done it in. collecting locations like pokemon cards. it was tame at first, or tame for your standards anyway. the first time was in the hotel, of course, but after that, you went straight for the ice rink. its not exactly public, as you had rented the entire private rink for your beautiful ice prince, but the setting itself was scandalous. just imagining the sanction that housed many hours of his talent, being dirtied by his sweat in another sense was downright sinful. sunghoon never complained however, because as long as you praise him, he was satisfied. boy was he a sucker for praise, he keens when you whisper in his ear, almost over the moon when you compliment him on his skating. he would moan unashamedly, (normally he would block his moans or whimper) and you respond by spreading his legs in clear view of the ice rink. slam him down and feel his back arch prettily against your chest.

sunghoon was contradictorily both shy and straightforward when it came to his words and actions during sex. he's quiet and sometimes downright refuses to moan or beg. yet when he's close he would straight-up demand things from you. when you fold his flexible body in half and ram into his sensitive hole, he would spread wider for you (which you thought was physically impossible but he proves you wrong), yet bashfully hides himself when you praise him. he was a man full of contradictions, but it really drove you wild.

but it wasn't all about sex anyway, sex made up barely half of it, because it was really all about him. sunghoon just had a soul that was born to attract you. he's introverted and reserved with others, which explains why he doesn't attract sponsors or gain lead roles, but underneath it all was such a uniquely endearing man with a strong ambition for his passions.

you absolutely loved spoiling this boy and watching his reactions; him wearing the items you brought for him just gave you that extra dose of serotonin. when the two of you made it official, he was just so much more ecstatic with each gift he received from you. it wasn't even the gifts themselves that pleased him so much, it was the care you gave that really hit the mark for him. that burberry scarf he eyed for a few minutes? woke up to it on his lap. the prada bag he briefly mentioned he thought was fashionable? on the kitchen counter. you just paid so much attention to him, and he felt so loved.

you supported him in his ice skating career too, attending every competition he's been in and always making sure to watch over at least one of his daily practices a week. he had big ambitions and eventually wanted to compete in the olympics, which you had no doubts he would achieve.

gradually, you wanted to integrate him into your life too, though it was hard to explain to your parents the logistics behind taking a 'common ice skater' with you everywhere. you two managed to keep a low profile.

and by everywhere, you meant everywhere. you brought him to tennis and golf practices, he struggled with golf but had fun with tennis. and you brought him to basically every single gala and ball your family tree hosted. it was enjoyable at first, but introverts do what introverts do and he gradually voiced how he preferred quieter, more intimate meetings with you. in which you decided to only bring him to the important galas. (maybe every single one was a bit overkill) but he was so right because intimate stay-ins with him were so much better and more peaceful compared to your hectic everyday life. he was a very mindful and health-conscious person, so you often find yourself doing stretches and going to the gym with him. it was absolute zen. plus, there was the bonus of you slowly snaking your arms behind him, kissing his neck and lips as much as you want without worrying about public perception.

☆★☆

you can tell something was bothering him, with the way he fidgeted and dazed off in your shared hotel room. anyone in his position would he nervous, after all, he was competing for the olympics! through much hard-work from his side and endless support from yours, he qualified for the olympic team after winning nationals with flying colours. you knew he had it in him, you knew since the first day you met.

“hoon, you nervous?” you ask, coming up behind him to rub at his shoulders. he gives you a small smile before sighing. “a little.”

you pull him into a hug, your chest pressed towards his back. he relaxes slightly. “want to talk about it baby?” you stroke his stomach, trying to soothe him.

“it’s silly,” he gives you a half smile. you slap his thigh lightly “issh!”

“it’s not silly, tell me.” you pout, kissing his neck. he laughs as you lavish his neck with lovebites.

“i’m just worried that i’m going to lose.” he says in-between giggles. you temporarily stop your assault in his neck, lifting your head to look at him.

“you won’t lose baby, and even if you do, just being in the team is already an amazing feat. most people go their whole lives without even touching olympic level.”

he seemed a little reassured by this, but you could tell his mind was still swirling with other thoughts. you kiss his cheeks, waiting for him to open up about it himself.

“it’s just, if i lose, im wasting all your effort and money.”

you finally pause at this, giving him a look. “what? how am i wasting effort and money on you?”

he seemed a little nervous, gulping down his saliva. “i mean, you invested so much into me, the least i could do is win.” you were shocked, was he dense or stupid? maybe a little bit of both. you roll your eyes as you lift him in your arms. he lets out a startled gasp as you bring him to the bathroom. you face him towards the mirror, grasping at his chin so he looks directly into his eyes.

“do you see this? what a gorgeous, beautiful, godly man.” you whisper in his ear and you watch his cheeks blossom a scarlet red. your hands trail down to his chest, unbuttoning the top.

“wow, look at that. so pretty, so soft and perfect.” you knead his chest, flicking at his pink nipples before moving down, massaging his toned stomach. he was staring at the parts your hand were drifting to as you fondle him. you kiss the shell of his ear, making him shiver “hngh…”

your fingers trail down, you lick your lips at his delicious reactions. palming at his erection. “every part of you is so pretty. such nimble arms and thighs, no wonder you’re so good at ice skating. everything about you is just so lovable.”

he was trembling, glancing into your eyes in the mirror and you could tell he wanted you to continue. “don’t you get it already? you really think i brought all those gifts, paid all those lessons and sponsored you because it was an investment?” you whisper, he turns his face to meet with yours, taking your lips desperately.

“i love you.” he whispers breathily into the kiss, that was the first time any of you said that sentence. he freezes, anxiety filling his face.

“i love you too, hoon.” you french kiss him, your tongue darting out to lick at his bottom lip, he reciprocates gladly.

“i love you i love you i love you so so much.” he stammers, grinding his ass against your hardening cock. “i love you too baby, you have no idea how much i love you.” you grunt into his ear, sliding your dick out from your underwear. the both of you were barely clothed in the first place.

“hngh put it in already please,” he’s never been this vocal before, you felt your cock twitch just at the desperation in his voice. but you controlled yourself, he had a skating competition tomorrow after all.

“hoonie the olympics is tomorrow.” he whines and you chuckle fondly. spoiled brat.

“put your thighs together.” you give his ass a light slap, he listens and puts his thighs closely. you could see his dripping cock through the small gap. “good boy.” you praise and he rubs his thighs together.

not waiting any longer, you slip your hard cock between his thighs, groaning lowly at the sensation. god it felt so good, he clearly thinks so too because he immediately whimpers, pushing back at your dick. you let him adjust to the sensation before slowly thrusting against his thigh.

“angh... ugh… so good… love you… love you…” he whimpered, panting softly. you pull his head to the side to kiss him again, hand grasping at both of your cocks and he cries into your mouth. you thrust harder and faster, he reciprocates happily by clenching his thighs tighter. soon his stomach was squeezing and his pants became breathier.

“gonna come, can i come? please? please?” and who were you to resist your prince?

“come for me hoonie, come for me.”

his thighs stutter and he clenches his teeth as a strangled voice comes out. he came in spurts, long and thin. you wish you could taste his pretty semen as well but thats for another time. you slip your cock out from his thighs, jerking yourself off and coming all over his ass and back.

it was arousing and you could almost go again, but he needed rest so you tenderly kissed his back, cleaning him up.

“i’m going to win for you.” he says breathily while you were wiping him down, you look at him amused, chuckling.

“don’t do it for me, do it for yourself.”

“no, this seriously motivated me to win. i’m going to win the olympics and then we’re going to have the most mind-blowing sex ever.”

you guys share a look before laughing.

☆★☆

everyone could hear the thumping of their own hearts as they waited for the results to unveil. sunghoon grasps your hand and you give him a squeeze.

before you could process it, you were ecstatically cheering, turning to sunghoon. the man beside you was in genuine shock, staring at his high score as if it was an alien on earth. holy shit, he got the highest score and he’s in first place!!!

snghoon lunges for you, tumbling you out of your chair as he tightly hugs you. not like you cared about the people staring, because you shared the excitement. you hug him back just as tightly, stroking his back. you feel the crook of your neck and shoulder wet.

after a few seconds, you help him stand and he wipes his eyes with an embarrassed smile. you couldn’t stop grinning as he received his medal.

☆★☆

sunghoon was able to keep both of his promises that day. the moment you two arrived in the hotel, you had a very needy sunghoon clinging around you neck, drawing you into a deep kiss as you navigate around the room.

you manage to peel him off for a second, to undress him and yourself, stumbling into the shower. you adjust the water while sunghoon unrelentlessly grinds against your cock.

“hn, god please! ive been wanting this since yesterday, ive been so good, so good, please reward me” he whimpers quietly and you melt. you grasp his hips tightly, pulling his back flush against your chest and you grind down his ass. he groans, hands propped on the shower wall for support.

your finger plays with his rim and he whines, prodding the hole before inserting. you were careful, treating his body like porcelain as you coo into his ear. he was so desperate, willingly giving up his sweet voice for you to hear. you add another finger and he was now fully rutting against you, eyes closed as he fucked himself on your fingers. it was an endearing sight, but you pull out, slapping your cock on his ass.

“what do you want again?” you play innocent, chuckling at his offended expression. he groans, frustratedly pushing back at your cock.

“you know what i want! i want you inside me please!” he whines out and you laugh. you give him what he wants, slipping your cock into his tight hole, groaning as you feel his gummy walls enclose around you.

“you feel so good sunghoon, such a pretty boy.” you coo into his ear and he clenches his thighs tighter. you thrust into him, each one faster and harder than the previous one and he was in actual heaven. tongue lolling out as he groans with each motion, it didn’t take long until he was crying out a strangled coming.

you weren’t done with him yet though, you prop his flexible legs up, making him sink deeper into your cock as he chokes. before he could protest you start nailing into him, hitting his prostate so well and on point that he visibly crumbles, hands desperately grabbing at anything as his cock sputters out another load.

his eyes were wide as he watches his dick cry uncontrollably, while you adjust behind him, ready to piston into him all over again. oh boy was he in for a wild ride…

that’s how the night progressed, you plummeting his ass in the shower, and then at the bathroom counter, then you moved him to the hotel bed, forcing him to ride you until he couldn’t prop himself up anymore.

his body slumps over yours, exhausted and overstimulated, thighs trembling and nerves sputtering. but you still moved beneath him and he cries “can’t! can’t, hurts please it feels too good.”

you grin into his skin, jerking his cock a few times and he comes again. body limp. you pull out and the warm semen in his hole dribble out. just as you try to move to clean him up, his arms tightly wind around your waist.

“stay here.” it was a demand from your ice prince and you snicker.

“anything for the olympic winner.”

[therabbitthatpostthings]

Might write this into a full story- depends. Salaryman!NanamixReader! -canon adjacent ramble-

“(Y/N) are you ready for lunch?”

A simple question shouldn’t have shocked you so much but, coming from Nanami Kento it did.

You were attractive. You didn’t believe that or at least not to the extent Nanami had explained but, you were. You gained so much attention at the office that all went unnoticed by you. From bosses, coworkers, random delivery guys- it was madness basically. And you were just at your desk, not a care in the world, just thinking how nice everyone is at this job.

Everyone knew, especially Nanami. Unlike the others, he was a professional and never let himself get sucked into your orbit. He thought you were an admirable worker and you seemed nice. At the end of the day though you were just another coworker at the company he hated. He would catch you staring at him sometimes. He would pretend not to notice but it had started to get annoying. It was only after he noticed how you avoided the copy room did he understand: you can see curse spirits too.

He felt bad for you. You obviously didn’t know anything about curses or sorcery and now your work area isn’t safe. As long as you weren’t attacked he thought it would be okay to ignore it but the stressed expression you wore when asked to make a copy or go get some documents ate away at him. Nanami started to coveiently be around the copy room at the same time as you. And the strange little creature in the corner always seemed to be gone. You also felt lighter for the first time in years. You spent most of your life in constant fear of little creatures and dark energies you felt all around you. It plagued you as a child and your parents could never console you. You eventually learned to just deal with it. You had been able to get by the past couple of years without much trouble until you started working and saw it. A tiny, creepy, rat-like-fly-like-bird-like creature. It was hideous. But when Nanami would follow behind you to the copy room it never seemed to be there. In fact, you felt light around him. Like a weight was lifted off your shoulders.

This became your routine. Nanami didn’t seem to mind. You were constantly surrounded by others so he assumed you didn’t notice him. Not until one long company outing. You hated these. Nanami hated these. That’s probably why you were both drinking so heavily, the only two non-lightweights. All your co-workers were absolutely gone including your supervisors. It didn't take long before everyone called it quits. While standing outside, idly swaying, you spoke to Nanami in the longest conversation you two have ever had. You admitted that you felt safe around him, safer than you did at home. It almost felt like the horrid feeling you got at work suddenly transferred to your home. Nanami, being the gentleman he is, offered to take you home and you (still drunk) said “You’d rather spend time at his home just to keep feeling safe tonight.

That’s how you found yourself in Nanami’s large bed, in his moderate apartment, not as hung-over as you thought you would be. You walked out of the room to the smell of breakfast being made. You noticed a spare pillow and blanket on the couch as you st at the breakfast bar.

“Good Morning.” He said “Coffee or tea.”

“Tea.” You replied softly, “I didn’t mean to steal your bed.”

“It’s fine, you fell asleep in the taxi, I didn’t want to wake you.”

“Oh god,” you whined inwardly, “Did I say anything embarrassing?”

“You said you felt safe with me.” He said in a monotone voice as if theat wasn’t the most embarrassing thing to be told at 8 am.

You laid your head down on the counter top. This day could not get worse.

Nanami found it somewhat endearing. He decided that today was not a good day to tell you about curses. Now he just wanted you to feel better.​​ Instead of it being awkward, you two became somewhat closer. Work friends at least. It turned to actual friends and somewhat more. You didn’t really know what to call it, he felt like a boyfriend though. Nanami never protested you saying so. During work hours you stayed friendly and cooperative. Despite his apartement being bigger, Nanami enjoyed your home instead. He insisted that laying in your bed was better. He would jokingly say it was to keep you safe.

So yeah! It was a bit of a shock to you and the surrounding co-workers when Nanami-I-hate-work-Kento suddenly asked you to lunch and addressed you by your FIRST NAME.

“U-Uh, yeah. C-Coming.” You stumbled over your words and handed the paperwork to the coworker.

“Oh I thought we could get lunch today.” He said

“Sorry, Kento and I already had plans.” You replied with an embarrassed smile. It felt strange calling him by his first name in front of others. It was kind of nice too.

“So what was that,” You smiled as you both sat down for lunch.

“What was what?” He replied plainly.

“You seemed a little upset that Takahiro was going to ask me out for lunch.”

“Really? I didn’t notice him.”

You chuckled, “You also called me (Y/N).”

“I should have checked first, I’m sorry.”

“No. I like it. I would like it if you called me that all the time. I won’t be here long anyway.” You smiled. Kento often spoke about how you garnered attaentioned but you didn’t notice until this last month when you announced you were transferring.

“Alright I will then.” Kento said with a small hint of a smile. “I’ll be leaving a little after you.”

“Are you transferring?”

“No, I talk to an old classmate of mine. They found a mentorship for me, it’s at my old highschool.”

“That’s sweet!” You swooned, “Those kids would be lucky to have you.”

“I hope so. I want to give them the guidance I wish I had back then.”

After your lunch you both made your way back to the building. You both noticed a definite shift in the air. Takahiro must have spread the word already. It didn’t matterm you were both going to be out of this place so any idle gossip meant nothing. The day ended and you were about to part ways when he handed you his spare key. “I have to meet with my classmate for a bit, would you mind going over to my place?”

“Yeah, it’s no problem.” You seemed a little skeptical.

“There’s also something I wanted to talk with you about, I won’t be long. Don’t worry about cooking, I'll bring dinner.” He said as a black car rounded the corner.

“Is it something bad?” You asked.

“No, just important before I take this big step. I know I have your full support but I want you to know everything before I do.”

The car pulled in front of you both, the window rolled down and there sat a man with short parted black hair and black rimmed glasses. He spoke, “Nanami-san.”

“Text me when you get there.” Kento said as he reached for the door.

“Okay.” You smiled. He leaned over to give you a kiss and stepped into the backseat of the black car. You waved him off befoer turning towards the train station.

“It’s good to see you again, Nanami-san.” Ijichi said.

“Ijichi-san. Could you not mention anything you saw to anyone?” The two men made eye contact through the rearveiw mirror. A silent agreement was made. Nanami hadn’t fully agreed yet but keeping you out of the way of the higher ups took priority. He needed to make sure you knew exactly what those creatures were. What jujutsu sorcery was. What you were possibly risking by staying with him. He had to do it tonight while you still had a chance to leave. He loves you. He can’t tell you that though. He needed to make sure you wouldn’t stay if you had the choice.

He needed to keep you safe.

[deblklesb]

Lights, Camera, Action! — Abby × Reader × Ellie Oneshot

[established relationship (abby x reader), ellie is their friend, MDNI]

cw: name calling, mentions/descriptions of sex tapes and its contents, kinda pervy characters (?? i guess, idk), beginning of threesome, ellie centered

word count: 3.2k | not proof read

a/n: so this was..... something. i decided to leave it there, i couldn't write anything more due to the amount of college demands but i sure had fun while i could write it!! hope y'all enjoy it, like and reblog! (p.s.: I'm posting it in a rush i should be sleeping by now bc i have to wake up in some hours but i absolutely will answer the asks you've sent me!! i love them, thank y'all for being so nice and sweet! please take care!)

This was a very tricky situation, and Ellie kept thinking to herself how the fuck did she got stuck into it. If you asked her she would be able to answer that, actually, but thinking back, it wasn't a good idea. Not when she felt so massively attracted to both you and Abby. 

Now the full video rolling in front of her, on her computer, made a hard blush possess her freckled face. Hands shaking a little bit, stomach twirling, sweat dripping down her back as she heard your moans for the millionth time that night and saw Abby's tongue lapping your wet pussy over and over. She didn't know if she wanted to be you or her, both scenarios seemed too good to be true. The way her heart beat so hard together with her own cunt pulsing. 

See, Ellie took some cinema introduction classes. Theory and a bit of practice too. And her friends, who were dating for more than a year now, asked her to film them a sex tape. 

"W-what?!", the brunette almost choked with her sandwich, coffing furiously to escape that question. 

You handed her the juice box, waiting patiently for her reaction to double down. When her green eyes laid on you with astonishment still, you got into how you and Abby wanted to record some sort of sex tape, to keep it to yourselves anyway. 

"And why are you asking me?!"

"Because you're the most qualified for this job", you shrugged like it was nothing. Like you didn't just ask Ellie to watch her two friends having sex, fueled by the fact that someone was recording it. "Besides, we trust you!" 

"... This is crazy, d'you know that?" 

"We'll handle it. Don't kinkshame" She gulped after Abby's words and the way you eyed her. 

Kinkshame you? Little did you know that she was doing it to herself. 

During the filming, she nearly fainted. It took her a lot of strength to keep the camera steady and her hard breaths contained so it didn't come into the recording. Although a microphone stood next to the bed, the device on her hands still captured sound. 

Sweating and working hard to ignore the growing wetness inside her pants, she didn't want to seem like some kind of pervert. You both trusted her for this, and so looking like some aroused observer wasn't right. Needing to keep professional - was that the word you used? - and not in the slightest horny as fuck. 

She saw how Abby ate you out, and wanted to be there. Saw how you humped your girlfriend's thigh, and wanted to be there. Her hand itched to touch your flesh as you were sitting on Abby's face, and to grab Abby's hair while she moaned due to your tongue on her pussy. It was pure madness.

She walked away from that apartment with legs so weak she was surprised she didn't fall. And to her embarrassment, she touched herself and came so hard on her bed, imagining you both together. Feeling bad afterwards, but not enough to stop thinking about all the things she saw. 

And now, two days later, here she was. Editing the recording in order to make this an incredible sex tape, the best to ever exist. She used a mobile camera, but also two others from different angles, so there was a lot of material to organize and synchronize, crop and assemble. 

She needed to take some time to calm herself, but before she could actually do it there was a knock on her door. Her hand flew to the notebook faster than ever, putting the screen down almost entirely while her door opened to show her friend and roommate. 

"Hey, me and Jess are going to order pizza. Want some?", Dina asked, resting on the door. 

"Uh- yeah, sure" Ellie nodded, gulping and looking around like she was caught in the middle of something forbidden. 

"Why do you look like you're doing some shit?" Her face warmed when your moan sounded on her headphone again. 

At this point she already knew what was happening on the video: Abby had you legs open on the bed, rubbing her pussy against yours. The image was sinful, but oh so beautiful. 

"I'm doing nothing", the freckled girl closed the computer, now interrupting the video. "Or something. I-I mean, anything could be some shit. What are you talking about?"

"Ellie" her friend's smile was slick, Dina knew just how to make the woman want to disappear from the Earth. "Were you watching porn?"

"N-no!", yes. Yes she was. That was definitely some filthy porn. Not because it had extreme content, but just the fact that it was her friends and crushes there, made her feel a hundred percent more aroused. "Shut up, Dina!" 

"Don't have to be so defensive about it", she laughed with hands in the air, watching as Ellie got up from the bed.

"Whatever, let's go eat, get out of my room"

Jesse heard the two of them arguing whilst coming from the bedroom, Ellie with her face so red it could almost be confused by a sunburn and Dina clacking. 

"Ellie was watching porn!"

"I was not! What are you, fucking six?!" 

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

Hands sweating and head full of conflictual thoughts, the brunette walked into the cafeteria holding her backpack so tight it seemed like she was carrying something illegal. She had an itch on the nape, an impression that everyone there knew exactly what she did.

Pretty sure that ginger girl knew Ellie got off on the memories of that day and the video, on the vision of Abby biting her lips as you pressed her swollen clit-

"Ellie!", she snapped out of trance with your voice, looking aerial in front of you and Abby. "Is everything okay?" 

"You look like there's somebody stalking you", Abby frowned, eyeing the surroundings. 

"No, it's fine, I'm just… Tired", well, that wasn't a lie since she had to stay awake to finish the editing after the college assignments. 

"Did we bother you? I told you there was no need to rush, we could wait", you rested a hand on hers across the table after she sat, and all she could think was how your palms were soft and comfortably warm. 

"Nah, it's cool. I just left things to the last minute so I hurried as much as I could"

And after all she wouldn't survive editing the video for one more night; might as well explode. 

The vision of Abby's fingers loosely resting on your shoulder made her remember the way they invaded your pussy, fitting so perfectly there, enough to make you moan and call her name. 

Ellie took the pen-drive from the inside pocket of her backpack and put it on the table in front of the couple, letting go like touching it made her skin burn. 

"All edited, boss", she smiled as best as she could, hiding the desire to beg you both for something very explicit. "Enjoy the watch"

"Thanks, Els!", you smiled back with a lot of excitement, so beautifully, picking up the small object. "We would invite you to watch, but I guess you haven't forgotten, since you were there and had to see it again to edit."

Ellie froze. 

What did you just say? 

Her mind went blank after the mere possibility of sitting on your couch next to the both of you, just fucking watching a video of the most attractive couple having shameless, passionate sex. 

She couldn't even say anything back, which caused Abby to chuckle slightly. Just like if she knew you were doing something devious. 

"W-what-... I- I mean, I had to watch it again but I don't think I remember that clearly-", she stumbled on her words, trying to revert whatever impressions she may have passed. Shit, did you know? 

"Damn, was it that bad?" Abby snorted out, an eyebrow going up. 

"No! No-, it was great, it was amazing, I just don't think I, like, remember every single detail or something like that." That was a lie, she absolutely remembered. 

"Huh. So would you want to come over to watch it with us? I mean, we need to give you feedback for your hard work, right?", you rested the chin on a hand, eyeing her with so much glee in your orbs that Ellie couldn't tell what the fuck did that mean. 

"Sure, right! Yeah, feedback would be nice. To see if my work was good and all, guess I could use that", she couldn't care less about feedback. 

"Unless you're already tired of seeing it, it would be comprehensible. Or if it's awkward somehow…", the blonde gestured softly, her voice sounding so good. Ellie was so distracted by the anxiety and the accumulated tension that she didn't even notice how you both were satisfied with her answers, guiding her through a sinuous path into a trap. 

"No! I will definitely be there, absolutely cool. Nice. Good shit", she kept nodding back, taking a laugh from you now. 

"Okay! Seven?" 

"Lucky number!" Her smile was weak and she made finger guns. Fucking finger guns?, she asked herself.

"Yeah, I hope we have some luck for sure", Abby said, smiling. 

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

"Dina, I will fucking die!" Ellie was almost screaming in the middle of the street, phone against her ear whilst she walked to the building you and Abby lived in. 

"Could you chill a little bit?! It's just a movie! I know you're like head over four heels for them, but you've done this before. You'll get in, watch it, laugh, eat something, hang out. And then you'll come home"

"But it's not just a regular movie, it's-", she sighed and stopped on her tracks. Hiding was tiring as fuck, but she didn't know if she could tell someone, that was intimate. "Fuck, I need to breathe"

"That's what I'm saying" 

"Right. Thanks, guess I'll just hang out, watch something, whatever you just said" 

"Just be yourself, honey! You will do great! Jesse, tell Ellie she will do great" 

"You got this, Els. Whatever happens, we'll have pizza when you come back" 

"Yeah… Thanks, guys", the brunette smiled even though they couldn't see it, getting closer to the building. "I have to go, just got here" 

"If you kiss them, message me right away!"

"I won't stop kissing them just to tell you"

"You'll definitely stop it to jump around and do a victory dance, might as well message me" 

"Shut up", she chuckled and said goodbye before turning off. 

With a last sigh, Ellie pressed the button to your apartment and waited for you to pick up after the buzz. Instead, the gate just unlocked with a loud noise, neither of you needed to answer the buzz to know it was her. The brunette entered the building, heart pounding. 

"Hey, Ells!", you greeted her with that sweet smile of yours, hugging her briefly. All she could think about was how good you smelled, and how that pijama shorts left little to imagination - well, she knew what was underneath it, after all. Still… "Come on, Abs was just setting up the TV"

"Oh-, alredy?", you pulled her by the hand and closed the door, leading the way to the living room she already knew so well after hanging out there so many times. 

"We're excited to see the effects of your amazing classes", Abby smirked, winking at Ellie with those beautiful eyes. She was wearing a simple shirt and sweatshorts, exposing those strong legs. It looked so sexy in an inexplicable way. 

The three of you sat on the couch, you in between. Your legs rested on the blonde's thighs, large shirt covering the small pijama shorts. Contrasting, Ellie had pants and a flanel on. 

The filming was very good, technically speaking. But even the most layman could notice how the mobile camera had not only an open view, but also focused on intimate aspects of the situation. 

A long shot of you and Abby kissing passionately. Strong hands caressing your body and bringing back close memories of her touch. Abby bit your chin, and Ellie made sure to record closely her trail of kisses on your exposed neck. 

There was also a close shot of your bodies approaching more and more, legs tangling, Abby's strong thigh between yours as you started to move and rub your core there with a tortuous rhythm. 

Ellie's face started to warm again, she gripped the arm of the couch when you moan reverberated, as Abby palmed your breast and bit your neck slightly. 

The minutes passed and you felt yourself getting hotter. Your girlfriends fingers resting on your leg made you squirm. 

"I like the way you focused on the closeness", Abby said, getting a hum from the brunette next to you. "It almost feels like you're trying to connect with the moment."

Ellie gulped, a wetness distinctble on her pants. 

As the film goes on, the Miller girl tried her best not to move, thinking that it would hide her aroused situation but only making more obvious for you how she felt. The small biting of her lip also caught your attention, as her emerald eyes locked on the screen, where you had legs open with Abby's hand making circling moves on your clit, while you both kissed. 

Fuck, you felt the way your nipples were hardening right now, just thinking about how Ellie could've felt while editing that. 

Abby tried her best not to fuck you right then and there, knowing just how Ellie felt about the view. 

It was definitely a maddening situation for the three of you. 

When you were moving your hips with euphoria, looking for that righ, moaning against your girlfriend's delicious lips on film, Ellie finally got up suddenly. 

"I-... Have to go to the bathroom", as all she could say, before almost running into said place. 

You and Abby hear the door closing, and finally you could let go a deep breath and hold tightly on the shirt Abby wore. 

"I don't know if I can wait much more", you murmured. Her fingers trailed up to the middle of your thighs, you separating them a bit to welcome her there. The film was still on, and it made everything more intense. 

"Wanna get going?", the way she smiled had you weak, squirming while she pressed your cunt.

Inside the bathroom, Ellie rested her hands on the sink and breathed deeply, trying to calm herself. She could swear she saw you by the peripheral view, smiling while looking at her. Like everything since the first night after filming, she had to convince herself it was just paranoia. 

"It's okay, Ellie. They didn't notice. You can do this", she murmured. 

Washing her face and breathing deeply again, she finally got out after drying herself and doing nothing about the wetness between her legs. 

Turning off the bathroom lights, she thought a small moan she heard was kinda different, but the confirmation only came when she reached the living room again and saw you on top of Abby - not on the TV, though. 

You were literally sitting on her lap, the shorts on the ground and a strong hand pressing your cunt above the pantie's fabric. Muffled moanings came between the kiss you both shared, just like the ones Ellie heard. 

"Uh- I think I'mma get going, I don't want to-", her face was so hot and she probably was trembling. Her body urged not to go, but the rational part of her brain was judging her for standing there even though she just said she would go. 

"Ellie-", you called her. 

You moaned her name. 

Her core clenched around nothing, pleading for her to go and touch the both of you. 

Abby looked over your shoulder and used the free hand to slap your ass, bringing a louder moan followed by the - literally - pornographic sounds on TV. 

That had to be a fucking dream, right? You couldn't possibly be asking for her to do something, right? 

Right? 

"I guess we scared her, princess", the blonde said, smirking. 

"I thought you liked seeing us, Els", you declared while moving the hips on Abby's hand. 

And then it hit her. 

It was all a fucking trap. 

You knew exactly what she thought. Asking her to film you both having sex was no coincidence, not an occasional situation that so happened to have Ellie included, it was deliberated. Fuck, you were exhibiting yourselves to her and she fell like a moth hipnotized by the beautiful flame. 

"Fuck, since when you've been planning this?", the brunette murmured, walking slowly towards the couch again. On the TV, Abby slapped your pussy as you came hard and drenched. 

You felt a chill running down your spine as Ellie's slender fingers touched your shoulder, going up to your neck. Abby watched in awe as you had the hair being pulled slightly to look up, Ellie was testing the waters. 

"This shit has been planned since the beginning?"

"Did you touch yourself looking at us later?", you asked, riding harder. Abby kissed your exposed neck, grabbing your ass while the other hand rubbed your pussy intensively. Green eyes filled with lust analized your features. 

"Did you fuck yourselves thinking about me?" 

Your smile was slick and you wanted to come so bad. The sounds from the video made you even hornier, needing to surrender completely. 

Ellie did something she wanted to do for a long time: she kissed you. And it was intoxicating. Consuming her being from head to toes, oh, it lit a fire inside. It was messy and urgent, and when you both separated her lips were moisty. Then, she pulled Abby by the braid and did the same, their kiss being a bit more slow but not less intense; the gasoline that made the fire grow. 

"Please, Els…", your voice came out whiney. 

"She's been desperate for you", Abby chuckled with disdain, caressing your ass still partially clothed by the panties. "Almost begged me to fuck her in front of you today" 

"Really?", the question wasn't for you, but you nodded. "I thought she was less of a whore"

After the video, she knew how you liked to be treated. And to be pretty honest, it matched what she loved herself. 

"I'm gonna taste you, sweetie. Can I?", her fingers caressed your face, contrasting with the way you were humping hard Abby's hand. Nodding again, you started to feel more and more excited with the sounds from the TV. 

"Shit, baby, your pretty cunt looks so good", Abby's voice filled the room from the video, you knew that was the part she made you sit on her face. 

Ellie kneeled behind you, between Abby's spread legs. The blonde had a blushed face and breath hard, still touching you and having a hard time deciding where to look. She was wet, incredibly wet, and her pussy was aching. 

"After that, I wanna taste you, Abs", Ellie's voice made her squirm and slap your ass again. 

It was all so mind blowing. Her touches snake on your back, under the shirt, feeling your skin while she kisses your ass and hips. You stopped the movements, receiving Abby's lips on yours again as Ellie worshiped you. She grabbed your tits and bit your ass, causing you to sigh and smirk between the kiss. The temperature of the room rose. 

"Get up and take these", she was referring to your panties, which she pulled just so it could snap back on your ass. 

"And then sit back on my lap and watch the tape with me while Ellie tastes your cunt", Abby completed, grimacing with the wetness growing between her legs. 

[dividers by @luvchaewon and @froopis]

[gabessquishytum]

When Dream returned from a long time abroad with a new husband, who no one knew, and who seemed to have no job (the term gold digger was whispered loudly behind hands), it was an instant scandal.

This Hob was beautiful in a rough sort of way - muscled body, long hair that he puts up in ponytails and buns, a fantastic ass (even the naysayers acknowledge that), and he seemed to dote on Dream, but he was a nobody. He certainly wasn't someone that the Endless patriarch or the rest of the family would approve of. But surprisingly, Dream didn't seem to care.

Then someone tried to kidnap Dream right out in the open, and if you asked anyone who was present it was over so quickly with all the kidnappers incapacitated on the ground and himbo husband Hob holding Dream. Recollections again are fuzzy, but most agree that Hob put down all the kidnappers with his bare hands.

Hob is not a nice man, and he's certainly not one who takes vacations, but he kept running into this gorgeous goth man (wearing all black, sheer fabrics, but still all black) at the beach. He was beautiful and snarky and didn’t let Hob get away with anything. Hob was enthralled.

It was a whirlwind courtship, and Hob gave up some of his more stabby work - luckily Hob works for himself so he can choose the work he takes - and he puts a ring on it. Hob is more than happy follow Dream home and laugh at all the society types call him a himbo.

Then someone tried to take Hob's lovely ---- he's going to salt the earth with the lot of them! After Hob makes sure Dream is okay.

AKAJSDHHA gold digger husband Hob who is actually an experienced assassin and major criminal mastermind - incredible. I love it so much.

Hob hasn't killed anyone in a while, and Dream has kind of been spoiling him since they got married. So his skills are a little rusty. He's quite frustrated with himself actually, because it takes him a little over a minute to get all the kidnappers laid out on the floor. That's far too long. Far too long before he can take Dream into his arms and check his whole body for injuries. Then someone calls the cops, and Hob is trying to play down what he just did - it was just good luck, he totally isn't a professional hit man wanted on three continents. He's just Dream’s unemployed himbo husband!

Dream smoothes over the whole incident and practically orders Hob to take him home. Not because he's hurt or mad or anything. In fact he's just egregiously horny for his husband and wants to be ravished as soon as possible. He knows as much as he needs to about Hob’s dark past; it doesn't bother him in the slightest. He's just super grateful that he gets to have a super assassin as his trophy husband.

Especially when Hob presses him up against the front door of their beautiful townhouse and kisses all of the breath out of his lungs. He scoops his hands up under Dream’s thighs and holds him against the door like it's absolutely nothing. In fact he holds Dream there with one hand and uses the other to push up his shirt and pinch his nipples. Dream has NEVER been loved like this before. Hob pushes all of his harsh physical instincts into loving Dream fiercely, deeply, and as he deserves.

Hob rather likes being a happy little himbo husband. As long as he's allowed to throw Dream around a little bit. And it's always worth being on Dream’s arm at society events, because they're always allowed to sneak off and fuck in the cloakrooms. He certainly didn't get that when he was a hit man!

[justsomeoneintoomanyfandoms]

HI IM BACK AGAIN

I am truly like a little rat that you fed once and now it is NOT going to go away, I'm so sorry in advance.

If your Match ups are still open, might I request one for myself? 👀

Fandom: Tokyo debunker

Pronouns: any

Zodiac: Scorpio

Sexuality: irl I'm a lesbian but FICTIONAL men are 👉👈 yknow what I mean?

MBTI: INFP-T

Appearance: I have short, auburn hair that I usually keep in a half-up-half-down hair do or put up in a hair clip if I'm feeling fancy. I'm really bloody short (160cm) and I have freckles basically everywhere on me. I've got a couple tattoos (I just got one today actually!) And a bunch of scars. Some have cool stories (almost lost a finger breaking up a dog fight) and others just have dumb ones (burned my wrist on a panini press because my reflexes are utter dog shit)

Personality: I am either the most bubbly, outgoing, friendly, info-dumping son of a bitch or the calmest, laziest, reserved, most introverted person you'll ever meet. There is literally no in between.

Likes: rain, long drives, dancing/singing go loud music, sharing my very long list of fun facts, sho 👉👈

Dislikes: spicy food, awkward scenes in movies, being in crowded rooms, Romeo >:(

Hobbies: I'm a huge art nerd and if I'm watching something I'm drawing something at the same time. I also do semi-professional(?) voice acting in my spare time and I love to sing but usually not in front of people unless I'm drunk enough to make an ass of myself 👉😎👉

That's it! Sorry for writing so much but I love the way you write and I truly am starved for crumbs so I have 100% latched onto you <3

Hi! It's an honour and a great compliment to have you latch onto me! Thank you for your request! I hope you like your matchup!

Okay, I know Sho’s your favourite character but I do genuinely think you would be a great couple!

He likes your outgoing and bubbly, yet also laid back attitude. It’s a nice change from the constant intensity that Leo gives out. Sho has to admit, he much prefers your presence.

Sho loves going on long rides on Bonnie with you. He’ll set up your helmet so you two can blast the same music as well.

You two are definitely going to bond over your dislike of spicy food. He’s so glad there’s someone in his life that appreciates food without it needing to be drenched in spice.

I think he would enjoy having you in the kitchen with him while he’s cooking. Whether you’re sitting in companionable silence or info-dumping about your latest interest, he’s happy in your presence.

[morsartis]

Rodimus x Professional!Reader Pt. 1

The first part is from Reader's POV and the second will be from Rodimus' POV.

Parts:

Part 2- https://www.tumblr.com/morsartis/712534482204377088/rodimus-x-professionalreader-pt-2?source=share

Part 3- https://www.tumblr.com/morsartis/712534804211662848/rodimus-x-professionalreader-pt-3?source=share

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Hot water beat down on your back as you rested your head on the shower wall. Everything ached. From your toes to your scalp you felt like one massive bruise. It wasn’t uncommon for you to get back to your quarters feeling drained and tired. Ever since the Lost Light had taken on human crew members your hands had been full, especially following your commander's death. A day that still weighed something fierce on your heart. You’d had to step up- despite the fact that you hadn’t been next in line to lead at all. There had been too much panic, too much grief, and you had done what you had always done in the face of terrible personal tragedy and chaos. You’d buckled down and taken over. Somehow that had led to you being promoted as the human liaison to the captain of the Lost Light. It was an honor certainly but it was something you struggled with. All that responsibility on your shoulders, Commander Jameson had grown livid when the promotion had passed over him and went to you instead. His contempt and judgment was yet another thing that weighed you down. He made it clear that he had little to no respect for you or your new position. It had led to endless fights over the tiniest things that shouldn’t have been fights in the first place. 

Sighing heavily you blinked past the water running down your face. The need for actual running water on the Lost Light had been Commander Hennis’ first petition when you’d come aboard and after her death it had only been right for you to continue that petition. You were grateful for it. Slicking your hair back you took another moment to simply breathe. One deep breath in and then the slow exhale. Shutting off the spray you blindly reached for your towel. Wrapping the soft fluffy thing around yourself you relished its warmth as you stepped out of the tub and into the slightly cooler room. You cursed when you realized you’d left your sleep clothes on your bed. Stepping into the main portion of your room you froze, the blood draining from your face so quickly you almost felt light headed. Clutching the towel tightly to yourself you straightened up immediately. Shit, you were way too underdressed, your hair was still wet and tangled, you were wearing a towel. 

“Captain!” You resisted the urge to salute if only because you feared losing your towel. Rodimus froze, optics wide as he glanced down at you. Jesus, you could die of mortification. 

“I-,” His voicebox made an odd sound you could only describe as a radio dial, “I didn’t realize you were here.”

“I thought to get an early night, Sir.” Oh you just wanted to curl into a ball and die. This was so unprofessional. God, you even planned your own pajamas to be professional in case of an emergency. Why did he have to walk in now? Why did you forget your clothes on your bed? You glanced at your folded clothes and felt a new mortification rising when you realized you’d done like you usually did and placed your underwear on top. Your very nice, lacey, underwear that you rarely got the chance to wear and only decided to wear tonight to make yourself feel nice. As a secret little pick-me-up that only you would know about. The red stood out starkly against your grey sweats and space program t-shirt, the clothes far too professional to even consider what you might be wearing underneath. Even the sports bra you’d chosen was cute with its little lacey front and tiny decorative bow. As if sensing your mortification you could only observe in horror as Rodimus followed your gaze to the clothes you’d plainly laid out. If it were even possible it was as if he froze and locked up more than previously. 

Was- was he blushing?! 

Your face was officially on fire you were simply going to kill yourself. Anything to escape the mortification. Your co-captain, your liaison partner, knew what you were going to wear to bed and he’d been around human culture long enough to understand exactly why you might have been embarrassed. Grasping at straws like it was all you could do, you tried to regain control of the situation. 

“Ahem,” You cleared your throat drawing his attention back to you, “Was there a particular reason you were coming into my quarters Captain?” 

Rodimus straightened up quickly his grip on his holopad tightening. 

“Ah- yes. There was- well… Ahem. To be honest-,” He was stammering, god you were never going to live down the embarrassment, “I wanted your opinion on a transfer I’ve been considering.” 

“A transfer?”

“Yes. One of the humans here.”

That wiped the embarrassment straight from your system. Technically Rodimus could transfer whoever he wished at any point so long as Megatron signed off on said transfer. It had been an unspoken rule since Commander Hennis’ and since your own tenure that all human transfers were to be decided by the human liaison. For Rodimus to even consider transferring a human without giving the full reigns to you must have been serious. 

“May I ask the reason for transfer?”

“Insubordination.” The way he said it left little room to question. His voice was grave and serious in a way you rarely heard from your usually compassionate companion. Clearly this was not a decision he had made lightly. 

“And the crewmember?” You asked after a moment when it became clear he was not going to elaborate. 

“Commander Jameson.” 

“What?” You asked the question slipping out before you could help it. To say you were shocked was an understatement. You had thought that Commander Jameson had been wise enough to keep his displeasure and insubordination pointed towards you and you only. 

“I think it would be best for both the crew and for Commander Jameson himself if he were placed with a different vessel.” 

“My apologies then Captain, I had thought that Commander Jameson had merely been targeting me due to the promotional passover that occurred following Commander Hennis’ passing. I hadn’t a clue that he’d been lashing out towards other higher-ups. Please allow me to talk to him and discuss these matters, I shall ensure he keeps his issues with the chain of command solely with me.” 

“That’s the problem!” Rodimus shouted, waving his arm through the air. You jumped. “He shouldn’t be treating you that way in the first place! You received the promotion because you earned it. Your crew would have been killed if you hadn’t made the calls you did and kept a level head. While Commander Jameson was too busy trying to prove himself you were putting in the actual work. You brought your crew together, you led them into action, you pulled them through that dark time. Not him! I am tired of hearing his baseless complaints about your leadership. You’ve gone above and beyond what was expected of you for the sake of your human crew and your cybertronian companions!” 

You could feel the flush traveling from your cheeks all the way to your shoulders the flattery soothing a sore spot you had been nursing for a while now. But still, despite Jameson’s clear dislike of you, you had a duty to him as his superior. 

“I understand that Rodimus and I thank you for your conviction of my skills,” You replied soothingly, adjusting your hold on your towel, “However, I have a duty to my crew. Commander Jameson’s grievances are with me and me alone. Outside of that he has followed all his orders from other officers to a perfect T. Unless there are incidents I haven’t been informed of..?” You trailed off waiting for a reply. 

“... No. He’s followed orders from other crew members well enough.” Rodimus admitted begrudgingly. You offered him a sincerely sympathetic smile. 

“Then I owe him the chance to discuss options with me first before the call is made for him. If he wishes to transfer then I will be happy to have him transferred, but if he wishes to stay then that decision should be respected as well.”

That was clearly not what he wanted to hear. Rodimus’ expression turned stony, every bit the captain he had to be instead of the mech you had gotten to know. 

“Please let him know that if he fails to follow your direct orders again he will be transferred regardless.” His voice was cold, a sort of anger that sent chills down your spine. You’d never heard anything like it. From Megatron you might have been able to keep the surprise off your face but from Rodimus? The change was too intense not to show your shock. “I’ve transferred the documents to you for review. Good night.” 

Just like that he was gone leaving you standing there shivering from the cold in your towel wondering what had gotten into the normally sunny optimistic mech. Swallowing nervously you shuffled towards your pajamas and got dressed. Everything would have to wait until the morning but already anxiety was beginning to set in. What would you do about this? What could be done to fix it? If you didn’t know him so well by now you would have thought Rodimus was angry with you, but you knew that despite what had happened his anger was directed towards Jameson. With a deep breath you sat on your bed and tried to relax. You’d get this sorted out just like you always did. It would be fine. And then you could talk with Rodimus about why it had upset him the way it did.

[onewiththeother]

((Hello! This is actually my first roleplay blog so yeah :,) If I use (()) brackets that means I am OOC and talking as the admin of this account B) however this entire post is OOC so let me just drop the brackets rq))

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GARRETT CLIVESDALE - "THE MARKSMEN NEVER MISS!"

If you've come here from my main, I posted a small description of him. If not, let me run down the basics of garry :33

Garrett Clivesdale was a professional baseball player playing for a team known as the Red Marksmen, a local baseball team carrying home a winning streak. Garrett is awfully arrogant about the winstreak and tends to boast about it a lot, though this just makes him come off as a bratty child at times. He's very passionate about baseball and tends to talk about it when no one cares. He's overconfident and believes he's on top of the world, and WILL get pissy when he fails. However, he holds grudges and tends to be really petty and rude to people he believes are his enemies :( He is quite nice to people he likes though, and will always try to spoil them... Mainly with food. Especially burgers. If you wanna get with him enjoy burger dates forever theyre his favorite food

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ESPEN SOLHEIM - "...Wait, what was I gonna...? Wait--"

Espen is another news reporter (I made him before I remembered Isaack was a reporter... they're coworkers now :).) He's paranoid and timid, a stark contrast from his cheerful ID photo. Constantly seeking affirmation from others, he's constantly unsure of himself and always overthinking. He actually found out about doppelgangers a few months before measures began to be taken to keep people safe from them, and since then he has grown to be a shell of his former self, still holding scars from his first doppelganger encounter. He's scared of new people and often sticks to people he's familiar with, see Harvey.

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COLE WAGNER - "Oh, I've been waiting for an opportunity like this~ I'm so excited..."

Cole is a waiter at Nana's, a diner near the apartment complex that Garrett is a diehard regular at. As a result, the two are close friends. Cole himself is cheerful and outgoing, if not a bit mischievous and enjoys drama. He's known for spreading rumors and misinformation with the guests at Nana's. However, his laid-back and cheerful attitude remains even in serious events, and he often lets jokes slip when he's not supposed to. He doesn't like being serious because he gets really awkward in those scenarios. He's also very loud and annoying.

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AGATHA BARNES - "Nothing to be afraid of, no need to worry."

Agatha is a photographer, though she usually dresses like the models she photographs. She's friendly and often hypes others up, constantly attempting to bring good vibes. She's similar to Cole in a way that she enjoys the company of others, but when she gets serious, she becomes uncharacteristically stern. I honestly have no idea what else to say for her besides the fact she's basically a mom friend.

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HARVEY CLARENCE - "I was forced to be on this god forsaken blog."

Harvey is the doorman to the complex (for my au (do i even call it that?) at least). Stoic and lacking a sense of humor. He's not easily persuaded and is often incredibly stubborn.

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OLIVER GRANTHAM - "A lovely little feast, all laid out for me...?!"

Oliver is a doppelganger who had replaced one of the D.D.D.'s cleaners. Since cleaners usually wear a hazmat suit, and since Oliver took the real one's ID, he wasn't noticed until he took off the suit, giving away his bright pink eyes (that he has since pink is his favorite color). He now dons a mouth-only gas mask to tell him apart from the others, mainly because he's under heavy supervision all the time. Childish, excitable, curious, yet stupid, it's a miracle how he managed to infiltrate D.D.D. ranks. He doesn't seem to be hostile to humans, though, but he was practically taught to attack doppelgangers. He thinks a certain few r cool tho :)

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okay enough about them beats up everyone aforementioned LET'S GET TO THE RULES!!!

RULES AND STUFF

If you don't follow these rules, expect a block.

Please be respectful. We may have differing opinions, and I'd like you to respect them. I know you guys probably aren't the type to start drama on these kinds of posts, but if you're going to comment something rude, just don't. Your comment will be deleted anyway.

Absolutely no NSFW. I am a minor, and seeing that kind of stuff repulses me so much. Lightly suggestive jokes are alright, but NSFW interactions are just a no.

The basic DNI criteria: Do not interact with this blog if you're:

LGBTQ+phobic, racist, or a bigot in general

A Z00/P3D0PH1L3

A com/darkshipper

And...That's about it! thanks for actually taking the time to read this :,)

[dickinson-devotee]

Iron Maiden, As Known By...

DAVE MURRAY as known by Adrian Smith (2003)

Dave and I grew up in the same area of London and I think we probably met at the local youth club, through a mutual friend called Dave McLaughlin. I knew that Dave McLaughlin was already playing guitar and I told him that I was a singer. I wasn’t, but I thought I’d get in with these guys! Then I think Dave Mac introduced me to Dave Murray and we started playing together; they played guitar and I sang.

When I first met him, he was a complete Hendrix nut and he loved Robin Trower and Santana, but I think he likes more blues based stuff these days. Back then, he had two guitars - he was very professional! His spare guitar from Woolworths wasn’t working, so I bought it off him for five quid and my dad fixed it, and that was my first guitar. It was a really nice guitar, as you can imagine!

Dave Mac drifted out of the band into other things, and Dave Murray and I carried on playing together for a few years until he decided to broaden his horizons and eventually he joined Iron Maiden. I carried on with the band we’d had, which became Urchin; he actually came back into the band for a while after he fell out with Iron Maiden’s singer, but then he went back to them. Before they did the first album, Iron Maiden asked me to join them, but my band was doing quite well, so I turned it down. Then they asked me again in 1980. I think Dave rang up and said, 'Look, I think you really should do it' and I did.

Dave is so easy-going and he’s a quiet guy. He has his moments, but generally, he goes with the flow. If you had six guys like Bruce or six guys like Steve in the band well, you need a combination of personalities. That’s what the chemistry of the band’s all about. In fact, I guess Dave and I are fairly similar. We’re both pretty laid-back and we’ve always got on very well.

Another good thing about Dave is that he’s always got a smile on his face. He has good energy, which is always a good quality to have in a band.

He’s a very consistent player, so it’s hard to pick his best moment on ‘Dance Of Death’, but the song ‘Rainmaker’ is one of my favourites and he wrote that with Steve, so I suppose I’d have to say that really.

Dave’s a very good guitarist, but he’s not the kind of guy who tries to outdo everybody. There’s enough scope in Iron Maiden’s music for all three guitarists to express themselves. The phrase 'Let the music do the talking' springs to mind when you talk about Dave. He’s always been able to express himself very well through the guitar.

He’s got his own style and sound, and that’s a rare thing. Everyone who plays guitar wants to have that and he always has, even when he’d just started playing. We could plug into the same amp and he’d still sound like him. If you hear Dave playing, you know it’s Iron Maiden straight away.

[batboyblog]

Things I like about Tumblr, 2022

first off, Tumblr isn't perfect, it's full of people, and people in general and on-line can be pretty crap, but in a rare move for me I'm looking at the good.

you are not expected to post under your own name/face. In fact people would think you were pretty freaking weird if you did. To the Best of my knowledge only one person posts under their own name with their face as a profile pic, Hi Neil Gaiman! If we keep this up Tumblr will not become a semi-work space like twitter

No one knows your follower count (and honestly you shouldn't know it either) The level of brain rot I see on twitter around having a big follower count is so embarrassing, "help me get to X million!" is so very cringe, much like blue checks its a meaningless thing and we're all better off not knowing who's "popular" there are popular posts not people.

I have a very popular post about the long term nature of Tumblr so I won't go too much into it other than to say that it's nice that we can have long term jokes and memes on here, because we're able to reblog things from the past without any shame and judgement and so a culture and in jokes and yearly (or weekly) events happen here in a way I don't see on more "now! now! now!" social media.

You can do whatever, linking to #1 because we're not a semi-professional webpage where people are selling their "brand" etc there's little to no pressure (outside of yourself) to stay on topic or theme, you can and should reblog that gif set of a funny show from 10 years ago, that moody art shot of a field before a storm, and that short video of puppies falling over, wild out.

You decide if people see your likes. How many times did people get busted for having porn in their Twitter likes, where here no one can judge you, again we're not a work space so if you like that picture of a man in jock strap, go for it reblog that shit, but if you're shy don't worry you can enjoy what you enjoy without having to share with the class.

We hate crypto, we hate NFT, we always have we always will and thats very sexy of us

you can (still) say what you like. The need to make platforms safe for advisors and influencers has lead to "unalive" and other ways to try to get around using bad words. On Tumblr I can say that Elon Musk sucks a whole bucket of monkey shit and I hope he's pushed down the stairs at Twitter HQ.

Tags my beloved, tags are funny, lovely cool little notes, a way to add a joke, say something heart felt etc without worrying "is this needed?" and guess what if the answer was "yes it was" someone will screen shot them and add them to the post for you, win win.

Long form thought, I know this is a semi-jokey list but like no joking I think having all our politicians, journalists and "thought leaders" spending all day on and mainly communicating through a webpage with a very small character limit was/is very bad for our society. Tumblr (as you can see) you can write an essay (I don't think those people should come here, but I never run out of characters)

there's nowhere better for formatting gifs or picture sets, I honestly can't imagine trying to post a series of gifs or pictures on Insta or Twitter and having them all folded up rather than laid out in order all visible at once (and not cropped down, well most of the time)

There's no algorithm, everyone says it but it needs to be on the list, there's no real hand holding pushing you to this or that, there's nothing boosting or hiding your post, you pick what you like and follow it, and then those blogs do something weird and different and thats chill and you keep on.

we're the gay trans sex website, pretty much no where else on-line can you find this much dumb, non sequitur queer humor or as supportive of the trans experience, yes there are TERFs but they are more fringe here than basically any where else.

we just don't matter, back to #1 we are not a place where you can market yourself or your brand or whatever, as such things are just not that serious, this is a social media website made for fun, to enjoy TV, books, and movies mainly but really whatever you do enjoy.

negative I'd like to address before I go, the on-going porn ban, I'm not in favor of porn itself on here, I don't think we need gif sets of studio porn or whatever. But once Tumblr was a safe space for a lot of queer performers to spread their self made work. It also was a safe space for Queer art, both photographic and drawn, to express sensuality and sexuality. And a safe space for Queer artists to draw art of characters totally fucking the shit out of each other. It was a place where enjoyment of the human form and sexuality could be mixed with all the other parts of life as normal. There were for sure problems, however in an ever more censored and sex negative world I think a freed Tumblr is more needed than ever, so I hope we figure that out soon.

[lovehealsandlovehurts]

Inseparable

warnings: 18+ plus, minors DNI, smut, mommy kink (Wanda), daddy kink (Natasha), strap on (receiving), oral (giving), slapping, choking, name-calling, sex, nipple play, boob play, crying (not sad, not negative) mentions of masochism? verbal humiliation

Let me know if I missed anything 

part 2 is up!! 

summary: You’re Wanda’s assistant and you begin to fall victim to her charms. Despite her having a wife (Natasha) she doesn't mind teasing you. You find yourself in the grasp of both their hands.

 Word count: 4.5k

This is my first smut/au so please be nice. If I made any grammatical errors feel free to correct me or drop constructive criticism in my DMS. I know this is long but I simply couldn’t have made it shorter without describing everything in the way I wanted to. It’s still quite vague in my opinion. Enjoy

Do not repost. Do not steal. 

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“You wanted to see me?” you said casually while trying so desperately to mask the sound of your own heartbeat. Wanda has been flirting with you for months. You knew she was married so it shocked you at first. The bold stares, the tone of her voice, the obvious flirting that she later disregards as jokes but the look in her eyes states otherwise. You’ve seen her wife Natasha come in and out to visit her at work or deliver something important, and you knew that if you somehow won the lottery in life and married her you would have never laid eyes on anyone else. Even looking in her direction made you nervous, and the tension and chemistry they both had was off the roof. It was only after those couple of months you started to think that people have different standards and morals, you realized she isn’t flirting with you because she’s missing something in her relationship but that her partner is most definitely comfortable with it. Perhaps even enjoys the possibility of bringing someone along into their bedroom. 

“Ah, yes y/n, my love. Come closer” Wanda pointed at the glass table she was sitting in front of. You swallowed loudly and moved away from the door. Wanda was dressed in a black suit that defined her figure very well. With matching black pants and heels. It took absolutely everything in you not to look down considering the very long v cut in the clothing that revealed her chest. “I’ve been wanting to invite you to a party celebrating our latest deal with Waystar Roco, at my house tomorrow, and I just wanted to tell you personally,” she said lightly and looked up and down at you. There was a strange but comforting grin on her face, something you don’t see often. You could tell she was happy to invite you over. “ “Wow..I.. didn’t even know there was a party for that,” you chuckled. “Thank you. Miss Maximoff” you said. She uncrossed her legs and leaned forward, you were standing by the table, looking down at her. “Yes silly, it's because you’re the first one to know” she laughed delicately. “I think we should cut the formalities when we’re alone… call me Wanda'' her voice was calming but there was a mysterious undertone to it that drew you in. It made you ask yourself why on earth you have difficulty with forming your words. ”Okay Wanda, well thank you again” you managed to let out, trying to keep your cool. “Yeah of course… I’ll text you all the info’’ she leaned back in her chair. “Wear something… less professional.” 

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The party was so boring, maybe because you haven’t seen her yet. There was nothing interesting about men exchanging stock information with each other. You’ve only had two glasses of champagne because you knew if you allowed yourself to have more you’d get completely trashed. Everything was loud and you didn’t like to feel overwhelmed. The fact you didn’t know that many people at the party didn’t help. You were always in a rush and barely talked to anyone about anything other than work. You walked through the huge halls of Wanda's enormous house alone and decided to catch a break in the first room you found open. You shut the door and leaned your back on it while closing your eyes. With an empty glass in your hand, you took a deep breath, but before you managed to let it out you heard a voice. “ Well, there’s my stressed girl” The voice was familiar but it still scared the living hell out of you. You didn’t notice anyone in the room. “Fuck..oh shit.. sorry,” you said while you saw Wanda in what appears to be an office, dressed in a black silk dress. “Are you sorry to see me?” She smiled. Her smile was so captivating. It was wide and lightened her whole face, a genuine smile. “No…well…I... I’m sorry that I- I wandered in here without asking” you said while trying to stop the shakiness in your voice. “It's your house and I just walked in…” you wanted to come up with more and apologize but you stopped talking as soon as you saw Wanda head in your direction. She walked towards you slowly, never breaking eye contact, like a predator trying to catch prey. She just kept moving closer and you wondered if she was ever gonna stop, but she didn’t. Not until she was right by you, gently pressing your body by the door, she put her arms around you and your heart felt like it was going to burst out of your chest. But she didn’t touch you, just locked the door behind you. “Well.. good this was the only room I left open…I was hoping you’d wander in “ she whispered in your ear. Her head was so close to yours you could feel her breathing on your neck. You so desperately wanted to say something but when you opened your mouth, nothing came out. Just a very low hum that sounded like a moan, a question, a word trying to form. Wanda looked at you with no expression but the longing in her eyes. But suddenly that changed, she frowned and put her arms on yours, gently, “Oh god… you’re almost shaking” she said caringly. “Am I?” is the only thing you managed to say. It’s not what you wanted to communicate but it’s the only sentence that came out of your mouth. “You don’t have to pretend with me. '' Her voice got lower as she moved closer to your face, breaking the distance between you. “I know I make you nervous.” your breathing was rackety, you didn't even realize you were breathing through your slightly open mouth, and you couldn't look at anything else but her eyes, they were so vibrant, so hypnotizing, like a force that’s pulling you in. “I know how you look at me at work, I know that you blush when I talk to you, there’s no need to pretend.'' Her voice was steady and confident. “But there’s something I don't know. '' Her tone changed, she moved her mouth by your ear again but didn’t touch you. “Do you touch yourself when you think of me, too?” you closed your eyes and swallowed. That was the final straw, you fought everything in you to not grab her waist and kiss her most violently. You wanted to, so bad, but you were scared of what she’d do. Instead, you turned your head in her direction and waited for her to do so. But she smiled, it was the evilest smile. The smile that someone gives you when they make fun of you, or tease you. But somehow it turned you on, you know she knew that you were desperate. She knows the power that she has over you, yet she decides to do nothing about it? You put a hard kiss on her lips and push your body closer to her, and she kisses your back. Her lips taste of red wine and Carmex chapstick. They’re soft but don’t kiss you back gently. She bites into your lower lip and sucks it so hard you wonder if it didn’t leave a bruise. But you don’t care because it feels too good. It feels like you’d suffocate if you didn’t get more of her. You kiss her back, passionately, and slip the tip of your tongue between her lips. “Ah, ah, ah, “ she says sharply and pulls away. “You’re so eager aren’t you… impatient girl” she teases while slowly moving away from you. You try to follow. “No.“ she says firmly and you stop and stare at her without saying a word. She chuckles, giving you that smile once again. “Sit down,” she says. You follow her order. You sit down slowly at an armchair by the wooden desk and look up at her grinding. “Do you enjoy this?” you ask, she knows what you’re talking about. “Do you like seeing me desperate? '' You say softly, while still staring up at her. “Oh honey.. this isn’t even close to desperate” she looks down at you, with those hunter's eyes again. “There’s just something that is very important to me, that I need you to know about.” she says while squatting down, so now you’re looking down at her. You admire her facial features and those green eyes deeply. “Anything Wanda,” you say. “My wife.'' Silence. The word cuts you through the core. You almost forgot. How can you be this fucking stupid? you thought to yourself. Did you really think she’d fuck you right here on this table? In this chair? You try to collect your thoughts and answer quickly. “Oh” you manage to say while trying to keep your cool and not embarrass yourself. Wanda starts laughing. “Oh my god.. you look like I just broke your heart,” she says while looking down at the floor and up at you again. You're confused but then you try to think below the surface. “I mean… Natasha and I are inseparable. Wherever she goes, I go.” she says while looking at you. “You might add whoever into the sentence as well.” She says gently as a wave of relief rushes through your chest but also a new arising feeling of anxiety. “Honey?” Wanda yells across the room while looking at the side door that’s in the office. You see it open and see Natasha. Dressed in a red dress, with a cut that reveals her whole leg. Her hair is tied up in a tall messy french braid. She looks stunning, like a poem someone would write, a ballad that would make a singer cry, but you’re not sure if words or a song could capture her accurately. She stares straight down at Wanda and then you. Her eyes are sharp and focused. There’s something deeper behind them, something you would like to get to know. She moves closer to the two of you. Wanda walks up to her and places a gentle kiss on her lips. “Hi.. y/n'' I've heard a lot about you” Surprisingly despite the alluring effect this woman must have on everyone her voice sounds so soothing like you want to wrap it around your arms and drown in the vibration of it. “God... you look stunning” you manage to let out. “I don't think we have been properly introduced,” she says lightly. ”Natasha Romanoff” she puts her hand in your direction. You want to shake it at first but you find yourself laying a gentle kiss on it instead. “As I said… wherever she goes, I go… so if you would really like to be a good girl for me… “ she pauses and starts moving closer to you “You’d have to be a good girl for her too '' Wanda places a gentle kiss on your neck. The touch of her lips on your skin feels like redemption. “God… is that a question? “ you almost whisper. “Of course… yes.. I’ll be good…I'll be good for you Natasha '' you say while looking straight at her while Wanda continues to place delicate kisses on your neck. Nat smiles and moves closer to both of you. She gives you an up and down look that makes you tingle between your legs. “ Her presence is intimidating. “I knew you had wonderful taste, Wands,” she said while still looking at you. Suddenly the redhead moves away and places a kiss on Wanda's lips and they both start kissing in front of you. The kiss is more passionate and less desperate than yours and Wandas. It’s like they’ve kissed each other a thousand times. It looks like they know each other's spots, strengths, and weaknesses. There is a level of intimacy and trust, but it’s also intense and fiery. “God..” you manage to whisper, not being able to process what is happening. “Aren't you gonna be late for your party?” Suddenly you get a grip on reality. “It’s my party… I can be as late as I want.” Wanda says while placing a kiss on your lips. This time she slips her tongue in your mouth and you suck on it, causing her to let out a gentle moan. You feel her hand move down slowly from your ribcage to your inner thigh. Your body feels hot, desperately craving to be touched more. She moves her middle finger slowly, from your inner thigh to below your torso, touching the thin dress you are wearing. Her touch, even though fabric, drives you insane. Finally, she slips her hand under your dress and touches your clit through your panties. You let out a moan and break the kiss by holding onto her wrist. You notice Natasha watching the two of you. Wanda's hand begins to move in circles, with two of her fingers on your sweet spot. You feel yourself getting wet. You desperately wish she’d rip the panties off you and put her fingers inside but you also don’t want her to stop. ”Please,” you say softly. Your voice trembles. You can tell she smiles without looking, her mouth breathing on your neck. “Please what?” she says while still moving her hand in circles. Her fingers pressed harder this time. “Please, fuck me” you manage to let out. You can hear her laugh. “She wants to be fucked, you hear that?” she says mockingly. While looking at Natasha. The redhead moves closer to the two of you and takes your hand. She puts it between her legs, so you can feel her strap. It’s tucked in in tight underwear which explains why you haven't noticed it before. It doesn’t feel too hard. Probably made out of silicone, you assume. “You want daddy to stretch you out?” she asks. Something about the tone of her voice makes your pussy get a heartbeat, you don’t even question it anymore. You feel as if someone got inside your head and mushed all your thoughts together. You can’t think of anything else but the way your body is feeling right now. Aching for more. Desperately being pushed over the edge. “Yes, please,” you say, as Natasha grabs your face by the cheeks. It’s a hard grip but you don’t mind. Her hands feel cold but her skin is smooth. You look into her hazel-green eyes. They scream of power and possession and that makes you weak in your knees. “Please daddy” you whisper, knowing it’d please her. She smiles, slightly, it's more of a smirk but it's the first time you witness her doing so. “Good girl,” she says while taking you by the torso and moving you towards the couch that’s in the room. Never breaking eye contact she lays you down, gently, while getting on top of you. You moan when you feel her strap move to the side of your pussy, pushing your panties to the side. Natasha places her hands on your hips and rips your panties at the sides, causing them to come off quite easily. You watch her carefully. She looks good on top of you. It feels like you’d surrender to her completely. “Safe word” she demands while slowly slipping her cock inside of you. You don’t manage to let out an answer. She feels amazing inside of you but your walls are still adjusting to the size. ‘“Red,” you say while you feel the head of the strap reach your g spot. It’s shaped perfectly, the head is slightly bigger than the rest of the strap, you feel yourself clench around it and let out a moan. Natasha starts moving at a normal pace and you allow yourself to close your eyes and get lost in the feeling. Your whole body feels hot and nothing can break what your mind is on now. Her inside of you, and the way she feels. You notice Wanda watching you carefully. Nat starts to move faster and your moans become louder. Every thought in your head disappears. You’d wish she’d never stop, you’d wish she’d go faster. You’d wish you could find a word to describe the way you’re feeling. You feel Wanda's hand circle on your wet clit, stimulating you even more. Natashas hand finds your throat but doesn’t close the grip on it yet, she’s holding back, waiting for permission. You grab her arm and give it to her. You feel her hand wrap around your neck and squeeze tightly. It surprises you how strong she actually is. You open your mouth to gasp for air but say nothing, just a mumble of what you could almost consider words. She moves faster and faster, her hard push hitting the end of your insides. Your head feels hot, like all the blood within you is concentrated in one place. But the feeling of your head getting hot doesn’t matter because all your body is focused on is how she feels inside you. Your legs wrapped around her waist. Her steady movement, causing you to close your eyes and roll them up to the ceiling. “Slap me” you manage to say with her hands squeezing your throat. You wondered if she heard because you said it so softly. Your words slip through the air. But she did. She slaps you and you feel the burning on your cheek spread across the side of your face. She slaps you again before the feeling manages to fade away, and again after that, causing a tear to roll down your cheeks. She puts her hand on the couch seeing you cry but you take it and put it on your mouth, kissing her fingertips, letting her know it’s okay. You enjoy her seeing you cry. You enjoy the burn on your cheek. The spark in her eyes when she’s giving you pain and pleasure both at the same time. They hang on a thin line, melting into each other. You know your pain gets her off, and it makes your pussy clench even harder. You feel yourself coming so close, with Wanda's hand still circling on your clit. Everything feels wet and burning, adrenaline is pumping inside your veins. But it stops. It all stops. Uncontrollably, you let out a moan, one that sounded like a question, a whine, a cry. Nat smiles while looking down at you. “Please…” you say, softly. You know why she stooped. You know she enjoys seeing you desperate, seeing you miserable, watching you beg. Seeing your eyes turn into the eyes of a submissive toy, waiting to be used. Waiting to be told what to do. Too dumb to do anything else, but wait for her daddy to touch her, make her feel good. Make her feel helpless. Dumb little pup, waiting to be taken care of. It’s what she wanted you to be. Before you let out another beg again, she slams into you at full force and you let out the loudest cry. It doesn’t get to echo through the room before Nat’s hand covers your mouth. “Hush… take it like a good girl,” she says, panting over you. Her head is so close to yours, but she doesn’t kiss you, just holds her hand over your mouth tightly, and keeps moving, fast and hard. Your legs start to shake, and you lose control over them. You bite her finger and whine. “You want everyone to hear what a slut you are?” says Wanda. Her voice, soft, cooing. You question how it can sound so comforting while saying such words. Your muscles tense up. Your pussy begins to feel swollen, but it’s still soaked and tense. It’s still clenching around her cock. You can’t form any thoughts in your head, just how good Natasha fucking you feels. You gid your nail into her lower back, pushing her body closer to yours, despite your cries. The feeling of pleasure builds within you and you allow yourself to let go. Your body shakes uncontrollably and relaxes right after. You gasp for air as the redhead's hand leaves your mouth. You lay there, breathing heavily, with Wanda and Nat both looking over you. Her cock inside of you. Your chest moving up and down like you just ran a mile and stopped to catch your breath. Your dress is still on you. Nat never ripped it off. She moves her right hand to your boob and grabs it slowly, gently. You begin to feel aroused again, still breathing loudly. Suddenly she moves up and pulls your dress down to reveal your chest. The feeling of her hands on your body makes you tingle between your legs. She places her lips on your left boob. She first licks your nipple and moves her tongue around it, before biting it gently. You grab her head and push it towards it. She begins to suck on your boob, making you moan. She continues to devour it while her left hand is playing with your other nipple. You feel hot in your stomach, and let yourself put your head back and enjoy the feeling. She moves to give the same attention to your other boob and you moan again. She sucks it with such ease. It’s not too hard and not too soft. It’s perfect. She stops while you lay there, breathing heavily. You allow yourself to take a moment and look at the two women on top of you, questioning how in the world is this actually happening. Natasha gets up and is no longer in front of you, or in you, she’s right by Wanda, and she places a kiss on her lips. “Now… Do you wanna make me feel good? Wanda says while looking down at you. Her pupils look wide. “Let her catch her breath” Natasha laughs while glancing down at you. She’s standing by her partner. But you don’t want to catch a breath. You don’t want to rest. You want to taste Wanda. Completely lose yourself in her. You’ve been waiting to do so for months. Place your lips on hers and let her sit on your face. You can tell by the look in her eyes. It’s what she wants. “Come here,” she says and you follow her order. Your eyes follow her gaze. Natasha unzips Wanda's dress from the back and it drops down to the floor. You admire every inch of her body. Her face, her collarbones, her chest, her tummy, her legs. She looks so perfect and you want nothing but to place kisses all over her. But instead, she grabs your loose hair and pulls your head up so that your vision reaches her face. Natasha gets behind her and slowly lets her panties drop down to the floor. You know what’s about to happen and you can't wait for it to start. Wanda lifts up her leg and sets it on the couch that you are sitting on, revealing her pussy right in front of your face. Suddenly catching your breath doesn’t matter. Resting doesn’t matter. You want her in your mouth. Now. You look up waiting for permission and she grabs your face. Her thumb moves through your bottom lip. You begin to suck on it gently while looking straight into her eyes, she opens her mouth as Nat places gentle kisses on the side of her neck. Wanda gets closer to you and her sweet spot ends up in between your lips. You lick it at first, slowly, teasing Wanda. You feel it get bigger in your mouth, you grab onto her thighs and clutch it with both of your lips, and begin to suck on it, causing her to moan. You start moving your tongue up and down, pressing hard against her core. You begin to move it side to side. Driving the woman insane. You can’t get enough of how good she tastes. It doesn’t take long before Wanda grabs your face and starts riding it yourself. She begins to move up and down, her hips synchronized with the rhythm of your tongue. You breathe through your nose whenever she moves backwards, and forward, riding your face. She doesn’t hold back her moans. She doesn’t care if she sounds loud. She only cares about your tongue circling her clit. “Just that like that” she whispers softly. You notice Natasha grabbing her boobs from behind. You begin to move your tongue while still sucking her spot, faster, and faster, you close your eyes from time to time and see Wanda lean her head back. She grabs your head and lets herself moan while Natasha is groping her whole body. Her hands on Wanda's nipples, twisting them and grabbing her boobs, violently. You simply let Wanda ride your face, and you don’t stop, even though your tongue feels tired. “That’s it, baby, make mommy cum” she says desperately. You don’t stop but keep the same pace and allow her to keep going. Her hips are moving steadily. Finally, they stop as she starts moaning, and you put all the strength you have left into moving your tongue faster. You feel her body get more tense and tense, almost shaking in your mouth. Eventually, you feel her release and gasp for air. You lick the juices off her pussy. Her clit is swollen. She breathes heavily, as do you, and before you get to say anything, you feel Natasha kissing you. She sucks in your tongue, tasting Wanda off your lips. Her kiss feels like it's drawing you in. You don’t want her to stop but she pulls away as soon as she’s done sucking your tongue in. She moves to Wanda putting her dress back on and you notice her spraying her perfume all over herself. “Don’t think this is a one-time thing, we’re not even close to being done with you.” she says promisingly while staring into your eyes. You stare into both of them as they kiss each other gently. “Now excuse me while I get back to my party,” Wanda says while looking at Nat and ignoring you, but she manages to look at you again before grabbing her purse and pulling out a brush for her hair. You sit there, on the couch, looking at her fixing herself up and then looking at Natasha, still wearing her strap. She’s too beautiful to actually be real. “Holy shit,” you say while leaning your head back. You take a deep breath and let it out. Not being able to process what just happened. Natasha sits down next to you, resting. You can’t help but stare at her and admire her beauty, her eyes, her face, her lips, the way her messy hair completes her face. You wish you could lean over and kiss her but you remember you are only an element of fun they wanted to add into their relationship. A thing to spice their lives up. A toy that can be used for satisfaction and relief. You only lay there, this time staring into the ceiling, hoping this will happen again. 

[iluvcvnnie]

L’s assistant

summary: late night at the office turns into something steamy

warnings: fingering, eating out, nipple play, slight degredation, cursing, just lots of smut (very nsfw)

dni if under 16!!!

pairing: L lawliet x fem!reader

wc: 1k+

a/n: this was like the first smut i wrote but im reposting some of my old works on here so sorry if it’s bad lmao (i was user @cozybrvaun)

Working with L started off completely innocent and professional. You informed him about his meetings. Brought him his favorite cakes and coffee when he requested you too. Always minded your business and never conversed in a conversation with him while he was working.

It wasn’t until one night you had stayed at the office later than usual. L had requested you stay with him while he was solving a particular case. Watari was out of town on vacation so he could not cater to L’s needs on a daily basis. Which was one of the reasons he decided to hire you. You were just a temporary assistant but the money was good so you took the job.

You were completely dazed in your thoughts, bored as always. All you did was cater to his needs and do simple tasks. Other than that you always found yourself spinning in your chair prompting your legs up on your desk. And you were dreading the outfit you chose to wear today.

You figured why not look somewhat nice today, since it was friday and you were planning on going out with a few of your friends. But those plans were cancelled as soon as L asked you to stay. You were a little irritated but at least you were still getting paid. You decided to go on your phone to pass the time.

It wasn’t until you heard what sounded like glass, fall onto the floor and break. The sound echoed all throughout the building. You quickly got up and ran straight to L’s office. You were so out of breath by the time you got there. “Is everything all right?” Your right hand laid on your chest as you stood there trying to catch your breath.

“Yes I’m fine, but do you mind getting me a new cup? I accidentally dropped this one.”

“Uh sure!, I’ll be right on it.”

“Do you need me to clean up these broken pieces sir?”

“Please refer to me as L, and yes please clean up these pieces but quietly. I cannot be disturb, this case has been super hard for me to crack so I need full concentration.”

You nodded your head and quickly ran off into the kitchen to grab the broom and dust tray. You quietly walked back to where the broken glass pieces laid. You crouched down on the ground and immediately started sweeping up the pieces with the mini broom in your hand. As you sweeped up the mess you discreetly began looking at L’s computer screen.

You were curious about what he was working on. Your eyes then began to shift over to his hands typing on the keyboard. His fingers were long but his hands looked extremely soft. They smoothly bounced off of the keys in an up and down motion. You watched as he pursed his soft plump lips together while he tried to think. Your eyes moved to his legs which are displayed wide open.

Oh how I wanna sit on them… wait what am I thinking i’m at work.

You tried to distract yourself from your lewd thoughts but it only got worse when L took a sip of his coffee. The liquid began to drip from his lip to chin. He didn’t realize it until you finally spoke.

“Um L, you have a little something on your chin.”

He looked at you with a blank expression.

“Well are you gonna just stand there or help me clean it off.”

You were a little dumbfounded from his tone of voice and from the fact that he could literally clean his own face. But you are his assistant so it is your job to help him.

What you didn’t know was that L had taken an interest in you too. No it wasn’t when you first got the job. You were genuinely good at what you do. It was the way you presented yourself. You are confident and smart. Which made him so attracted to you.

His mood was a little off tonight because of you. That outfit you chose to wear made the bulge in his pants grow by the hour. The short pencil skirt that would casually rise every time you walked by him. The way your hips swayed back and forth showcasing your ass. Oh how badly he wanted you to sit on his face… Wait what am I thinking, this isn’t right. He almost couldn’t control himself when you bent down to clean up the mess he purposefully made in order to see you again. Your pretty face and soft lips he wanted to feel.

He couldn’t tell if you were teasing him or not when you adjusted your shirt that showed more of your breast. They looked like they might have fallen out of the shirt you chose to wear if you didn’t stand up in time. L felt his face constantly heating up.

You grabbed the white napkin on his desk and slowly started to wipe the liquid off his chin. The eye contact between you and L was tense and made your face heat up. Your eyes then moved to his lips back up to his face. By the time you looked back up, you noticed his eyes gazing at your lips.

You licked your lips and went in for a heated kiss. L didn’t say a word, he only deepened the kiss between you too. You felt him grab your ass to help you sit on his lap while he was laid out in his chair. You started to dry hump his legs rocking back and forth. The kisses were sloppy but slow. You felt L fondle your ass which caused you to let out a breathy moan. “Fuck” L had said under his breath.

You broke the kiss and began planting more kisses on his neck. They were soft and warm making L’s cock twitch in his pants. You decided to tease him a little more but lightly nibbling his neck and ears. This made L lose it.

“Shirt off.” You froze for a second then obeyed. You slowly began unbuttoning your blouse which revealed your blacked laced bra. You then unclipped your bra causing your breasts to be fully exposed.

L began placing sloppy kisses all over you. He held your waist as he began kissing your stomach. He planted kisses all over you moving up your body each time. He eventually reached your breast and immediately latched his mouth onto your right nipple while his left hand fondled your other breast. This made you let out elicit moans and your back began to arch. L swirled his tongue around and around your nipple.

He bobbed his head up and down in a fast motion. You felt your core heating up. You wanted no, needed him inside of you. And L felt the same way. After L was done with your breasts he let out a pop noise when his mouth detached from your nipple. “Sir, we need to stop- this is unprofessional-” Your breaths became more uneven as you felt L’s large hands on your thighs. Inching up your skirt every time you speak.

“Would you like me to stop?” His hand moved up closer and closer to your clothed area. You shook your head.

You felt his pointer and middle finger rub your clothed area back and forth. Making you clench your thighs.

“Fuck your already so wet for your me.” Your leg began to close out of reflex but L’s hands began to spread your legs apart. He grabbed your waist again placing you closer to him. He was facing your breast.

He began kissing your breast again then using his two fingers to pull your underwear down. You got chills from your spine filling the cool air on your soaking cunt. L unlatched his lips from your breast and began eating you out. His tongue explored your cunt in so many ways. You applied pressure to his back with your nails.

“Please remove your nails from my back.” His voice was muffled due to him being underneath your skirt.

“...Sorry”

L continued licking in between your folds then back to your thighs. Over and over again. You felt your high coming closer and closer. L licked up all of your juices one more time until you finally came all over his face.

“Fuck you’re such a mess.” L lifted his head from your skirt while you handed him the napkin on his desk to clean up his face.

“Sorry-”

L cut you off by cupping your cheek then placing his lips onto yours. The kiss was slow but warm. All of your thoughts were gone at this moment.

[strawberry-cowmilk]

I've been rewatching tbbt and this idea just came to mind and I thought I'd share so an MC who's an extreme germaphobe like the paper girl from gumball kind of extreme, maybe MC has a health reasons for being such a germaphobe or it's just her? idrk

Hello! I kid you not when I'm telling you I have a germaphobe mc scenario in my drafts, (though it is a longer post than usual nowadays). I see this as the perfect opportunity to publish it! Thanks for the motivation! Enjoy!

the brothers with a mc with a fear of contamination

mc's gender is not mentioned, not proof read

IMPORTANT: If you have germaphobia, and it is actually limiting your daily life, reach out to a professional who can help you. You do not have to feel ashamed over it and you deserve to live without constant stress! Remember you are not alone.

content warnings: angst (with some fluff), descriptions of compulsive behavior, fear of (chemical) contamination, germs and illness (toxoplasmosis is mentioned), implied intrusive thoughts, panic attacks, food aversions, crying

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Lucifer

lucifer noticed you were afraid after a visit to ristorante six

you and him went there on a romantic date, but the enjoyment quickly died for you the second you laid eyes on the table, there was a weird stain on it

your mind quickly went places: what if there's a dangerous illness in that stain? it touched that part of the table, so it might have spread to the rest too

it was hard to control the panic and tears, but lucifer could see you were in distress, and he knew what had caused it, you were staring at the stain after all

the first born took you home and cooked a nice dinner for you two himself, since you were okay with being at home

he did not bring up what had happened at the restaurant for a while, mainly because he didn't know what to do

if it really was a phobia, he knew he couldn't do much about it, it hurts him to see you suffer from your own mind

Mammon

you're okay with him touching you, in fact you enjoy the physical touchbut it's a different story every time either of you used a public restroom

you actually avoid the bathrooms at all cost, since you can't know what people have been in there before you and even though you knew the risks are minimal, you were still scared

if mammon touched you, he might pass down a disease to you, and if you touched him, he'd be in danger

you couldn't tell him, if you did, he might think you think he's gross, and that would break his heart

but mammon is no idiot, he could tell something was up with you, so you actually did end up telling him it all

his intentions are pure, but his actions overstep your boundaries, he tries to help you get over the fear by exposing you to the trigger, but you absolutely hate it, now mammon doesn't know how to help

this fear of yours always hurts those around you, you hate it

Leviathan

he noticed you rarely touch anything outside your room, and if you do, you'd run off to wash your hands

and you would be washing them for a long time too

so, levi figured out the game controllers in his room might be uncomfortable for you to touch too

that's why he bought you your very own controller, in your favorite color, so you could keep it in your room

of course, he was very flustered when giving you the gift and of course, you still desinfected the item with antibacterial wipes

but it still helped you breathe when playing games together

Satan

he noticed you showed signs of germaphobia very quickly

but, you didn't seem to be willing to talk about it whenever he tried to bring the subject up

satan was worried, so he brought you over to a cat cafè to test how bad your fear really was

you seemed to be fine with entering the cafè, which was a good sign, but touching an animal, or touching a place the animal might have been was too scary for you, despite your love for cats

why? you were afraid of toxoplasmosis, and any other disease a cat might carry

you knew catching a disease was unlikely, but you were still on your ddd looking up every symptom and incubation period

satan left the cafè with you, feeling defeated because he feels like he can't do much

Asmodeus

you always looked up every ingredient in every cosmetic you own, sometimes you'd even google what textiles in clothing were considered 'unsafe'

asmo didn't think there was a serious issue with this, maybe you were just looking out for your skin?

this was quickly proved wrong when you started having a panic attack during one of your at-home spa days

you were afraid there would be a toxic product in the face mask you were wearing, you had just put in on because you didn't want to burden asmo with reading every ingredient in it to you

he tried to reassure you by telling you he uses this product almost every day, but it didn't help much

he removed the mask and tried to calm you down, asmo's worried about your mental health now, he tries using his contacts to find a counselor for you

Beelzebub

you had aversions towards certain foods

beel thought it was just a matter of taste, so he didn't think too much of it

though he was a little worried, almost every time you'd go to a restaurant together, you ordered something simple like mashed potatoes, and you refused to eat anything else on the menu

beel always orders a ton of food, but this time he ordered a little extra to feed you

he was caught off guard when you started to cry as he was trying to encourage you to eat some mushrooms

he paid the waiters and left with you, food didn't matter right now

that's when you told him you were afraid of contracting a disease through foods you deemed 'suspicious'

beel's heart broke, he will eat the foods you are afraid of in front of you, to show you nothing bad would happen

Belphegor

he likes to cuddle until you fall asleep

sometimes, you let him do it, when you're in your room, which you can clean afterwards

but when it's in his room or the attic? not so much

belphie didn't understand why you were acting like this, but he never confronted you about it, maybe it was a touchy subject to you

he figured out himself you might be afraid of contamination eventually, and now he couldn't keep silent anymore

he told you his worries, and you told him you were right

you told him what triggered your fear, and you bet he never did anything to make you uncomfortable again

he also waits for you to initiate cuddle time, instead of himself

[whoacanada]

(Hey, look! That Zimbits AU where Jack goes into PR after retiring from the NHL and NHL!Bitty comes looking for advice about coming out!)

“Your ten-o-clock, remember?” April gestures to the conference room with her pen. “The cutie the Hurricanes coughed up for Pride Night outreach? He’s here.”

Jack tugs down the blinds with a cautious finger and zeroes in on the handsome blonde sitting awkwardly at one end of their large conference table, conspicuously alone. “There’s always suits for outreach talks,” Jack hazards, looking back at his receptionist over his shoulder. “They never send players alone.”

“It’s what we’ve got on the books. Eric Bittle, Carolina Hurricanes. No plus ones.” April whispers, checking her calendar. “Well? Get in there, Boss; and buckle up, he’s got an accent.”

.

Eric Bittle looks up, his dark brown eyes wide and unfairly attractive as Jack extends his hand, Bittle rising to take it. Everything about Bittle is polished and perfected; suit tailored, hair coiffed so neatly Jack would posit he’d gone in to have it trimmed before he’d arrived this morning. He’s pulled together so tightly, in fact, that Jack can’t find any loose threads, and if he remembers his time in The Show correctly, no loose threads means Mr. Bittle’s probably hiding something.

“Eric? I’m Jack Zimmermann. It’s great to meet you.”

“Oh, I know who you are,” Bittle chuckles, and Jack’s heart would skip a beat if he wasn’t so certain there’s a huge piece of context still missing from this meeting. “It’s still very nice to meet you in person.”

“So, tell me about Pride Night,” Jack pops the button on his suit jacket and settles down across the table. “What, exactly are the ‘Canes thinking about doing that involves you coming to see us?”

Bittle bites his lip briefly, gaze darting off before coming back to settle on Jack, and Jack is reminded of so many media training sessions it’s like he’s back in Vegas again.

“I may have, ah, fudged the reason for my visit a bit. Yes, we have Pride Night coming up, yes I’m the designated sacrifice, but I’m more here on personal business.”

Jack eases the tip of his pen from the legal pad, recognizing an off-the-record admission is coming. “How personal?” He questions. “Are we talking potential legal trouble or just potential social trouble? Or no trouble at all.”

“I’m gay.” Bittle says plainly. “Whatever trouble that may be. My team knows it, my family knows it, and I want to come out — I need to come out — and I can’t mess it up.”

Jack is grateful for his game face, reaching for the coffee carafe near him to couch his surprise and no small measure of his excitement. “Oh, you mean like I did?” Jack jokes, earning a soft smile.

“No active player has come out since you retired,” Eric skirts Jack’s comment, taking the mug before gingerly amending, “Not voluntarily, at least. I’d like to break that streak. Given your experience, and what you do now, it seemed like the smart move to come speak with you.”

“Well, I’ll be the first to admit my behavior didn’t lend itself to much confidence with the public at large, but that’s why I’m where I am today. Making sure people like you can learn from my mistakes.”

“And you made a lot of mistakes,” Bittle murmurs, taking the mug from Jack gingerly, glances back out the window as he takes a sip, and Jack fights a smile when he realizes what’s happening.

“Are you . . . chirping me?”

“Makes me less nervous,” Bittle admits, apologetic. “But that was rude, I’m sorry.”

Bittle’s eyes are bright. His smile is bright. Everything about him is warm, inviting. Jack might be biased, though, he’s always had a soft spot for compact blondes.

“Don’t apologize.” Jack leans back in his chair, feeling lighter than he has in weeks. “You might be the only one in the whole league right now that doesn’t need to apologize.”

“I think I need to have a partner,” Eric clears his throat. “I can’t come out without a reason, otherwise what’s the point.”

“That answers one of my first questions, gives us a place to start. Yes, a boyfriend gets you points, but not in the way you’re thinking. If you come out with a guy on your arm, the story becomes maintaining the relationship, not that you have one or that you are ‘out’ at all. The scandal is the relationship falling apart, or you flirting with a fan when you have your partner at home, that kind of drama.”

“And if I just say, ‘hello, I am a homosexual’ people will think I’m promiscuous, or just trying to get laid.”

“Maybe. Are you?”

Bittle’s expression turns indignant, lips twisting into a judgmental frown that reminds Jack of his grandmother before a scolding.

“What kind of question is that? Yes, of course, but they don’t need to know that. But that doesn’t — You know, you gave me hope?”

Jack doesn’t quite startle, he’s well beyond the jumpyness of his youth, but he has no clue where this conversation is about to go.

“When you came out, when you were drafted, your cup season . . . every time you succeeded, beat the odds, it made me think, maybe, I could do it, too. I could be a professional athlete, I could play hockey, and it didn’t matter who I wanted to be with.”

Jack knows there’s a ‘but’ coming, he can feel it; so he gets there first.

“But . . . then I overdosed.”

“Then you retired.” Eric corrects. “Two years before I signed with Carolina, and you just gave up. I was going to be the first out NCAA men’s hockey captain, you ‘retired’ in scandal, and suddenly the trustees didn’t want the attention. Back to square one.”

“Eric, I wasn’t well.” Jack defends gently, knowing Bittle isn’t trying to be cruel.

“You let them get to you! You were supposed to be untouchable. I needed you to be untouchable.”

“Eric.”

“I’m sorry,” Bittle looks down at his hands, the table, anywhere but Jack. “I genuinely didn’t intend for any of this to come up so quickly, you’ve been nothing but charming and here I am dumping all my baggage on you like we’ve been talking for years . . . ”

“It’s actually alright. I’ve made peace with what happened to me, what I put myself through, and I wasn’t kidding that I’m very intent on making sure I can help others avoid the same pitfalls. So, what do you need from me right now?” Jack asks, genuinely curious. “An apology? A hug? You wouldn’t be the first to ask.”

“I want . . .” Bittle huffs, closing his eyes and evening his breathing. “I want dinner.”

“I’m sorry?”

“I’ve loved the idea of you since I was sixteen, but now I actually need your advice on how to do this without losing my mind, and I can’t plan my future from a boardroom, so, I want you to take me to dinner. I want to hash this out like two normal, well functioning adult men. Also, maybe alcohol.”

“Speak for yourself on the well-functioning part,” Jack chirps himself, “but I think dinner can be arranged. I assure you, you’ll have my full support moving forward. The firm’s, as well.”

Bittle’s lips quirk, holding Jack’s gaze. He caught the slip, and now there’s nothing to do but own it. They lapse into a gentle silence. Jack sipping his coffee, Bittle doing the same. Jack isn’t sure what he’s waiting for, the puck is at the end of his stick. He flashes a smile. Bittle blushes.

“So,” Jack begins. “Do you like Burmese?”

____

They part ways and April’s eyes are huge with suspicion. “Should we discuss fees?” she asks. “Do we need to start billing? Sounds like it went well.”

“Nah, we’ll talk later about payment,” Jack replies, folding his jacket over his arm, hiding the slip of paper with Bittle’s personal number and trying not to stare as the forward walks away. “I have a strong feeling I might be handling this pro bono.”

[dokifluffs]

Booping His Nose | Tendo, Hinata, Bokuto

Pairings: Tendo X Reader (gender neutral), Hinata X Reader (gender neutral), Bokuto X Reader (female)

Genre: soft 🥺 sweet fluff

Author’s Nose: nose boops >>> also I wrote Hinata’s the timeskip so yeah! Spoilers if you haven’t read it/ mainly don’t know anything about it! and I like to claim Bokuto’s as the prequel to “They Were Mine First | Bokuto Kotaro” 

Aone, Ushijima // Aran, Kenma, Atsumu // Nishinoya, Sachiro, Kuroo // Sakusa, Iwaizumi // Suna, Kageyama, Matsukawa // Yamaguchi, Osamu 

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Tendo: 

The snuggles were endless - it was either from you or from him

Neither of you could let each other go now that Satori was finally home after he had been away for so long

You could remember the nights he spent learning French, sitting beside him or laid on his lap, keeping him company whether you were conscious or not

But even at times in the morning, you would wake and he would be asleep too with his arms draped over you as he slept sitting up

Tonight was special though

Now that dinner was over, Tendo and you worked together to clean and clear the kitchen table, doing the dishes while songs he had listened to in France

He sang along to the French, much more fluent compared to before his trip, the words falling from his mouth so smoothly, through they were words that you didn’t think you could speak

The night was so young as the final light of the day did its best to stretch itself out across the sky

You stood by Satori while you watched him do his thing, him giving you instructions to let you help as well

He chopped and diced the various chocolates while also instructing you on making fillings, cutting up wafers, melting butters  

There was so much a chocolatier did that you never even imagined

The end results were so intricate and beautiful - it looked so professionally made as if they were from the fact chocolate stores in the mall but were always super expensive

But now you could eat some for free and they were made to your liking - no need to worry about allergies since Satori made them just for you

You and Satori finally got to lounge and relax, continuing the fun in matching oversized hoodies, able to sit since dinner

Everything felt so peaceful like there were no days

Life just passed and the two of you could pass it together

The chocolates cooled within the fridge while the tv played in the background, but you were much more preoccupied with Satori as he showed more videos and photos of his travels in France white you were draped across his waist

As time passed, as his voice lulled you, telling you his stories, sharing his memories, there was something about how you were laid across him, wearing his oversized hoodie, or just if you were extra tired today but you were so close to just falling asleep, drifting off into a nice little nap

But just as you were about to drift away, you felt his arms lift you up, gently laying you on the ground as he scurried toward the kitchen

“They’re ready!” He was so excited yet his voice was quiet as if not the disturb you but he still wanted you to know

He pulled the tray out of the fridge, instantly bringing him back to France when he would pull out much bigger trays with the chocolates he made to perfection he carefully plated them, assorting them as he did for the past few months before humming excitedly toward the living room with the plate of sweets

“Y/N, Y/N, they’re finished! We can try them now!” He brimmed with joy as he sat himself back down, pulling your lethargic self up before laying you back down across his lap

You hummed, wanting to try one of the chocolates the two of you made, especially since you never could whenever he was across the world and he sent you pictures

And even now, he was taking pictures of your guys work

He popped one into his mouth, the cool chocolate spreading a thin layer over his tongue

From your perspective, looking up, he looked so content, you could practically see bubbles and flowers floating around him

Quietly, as he savored the flavor, making mental notes for new ideas, you reached up, booping his nose

This caught him completely by surprise until he blinked

“Oh, does Y/N want one?” He cooed, talking to his baby, aka you — it was so random of you but he found it adorable

You nodded as he brought one to your lips, placing it on your tongue

His eyes practically shined two times brighter seeing how satisfied you were with the chocolates

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Hinata: Timeskip spoilers! ft. Yamaguchi 

There were so many busy bodies, many businesswomen and men as you walked past them all at a fast pace, hoping he hadn’t been waiting at the exit gate for you

You hadn’t seen hinata in person in so long and you weren’t going to be late seeing him now

He was coming back home

Yamaguchi followed suit behind you, trying to keep up as you were on the border cusp of just booking it across the airport, leaving him in the dust

Hinata went off to Brazil and it had been years - two years to be exact since he packed his bags since graduating and was off

He occasionally mailed things to you like little trinkets and toys, knickknacks and clothes and of course the two of you would FaceTime and text whenever possible

But as nice as those things were, just feeling and hearing him right beside you would be an entirely different feeling

“Y/N, slow down a bit!” Yams called out to you from behind, catching his breath

“There’s no time! His flight is already unloading at the exit, tadashi!” You took a step back to hold onto his hand, pulling him along behind you at your pace

“Shoyo’s home.” You kind of teared up at the thought

Getting to the gate, there weren’t too many others waiting since it was a single flight from Brazil back to Japan but that was the great since you didn’t need to push past people to see him or try to

You searched through the tired faces of the people as they got off, walking through the long tunnel that led from the plane to the airport

The two of you looked eagerly, looking around, hoping he wasn’t just sitting around somewhere either

“There he is! Shoyo!” Yamaguchi raised, his hand, waving

And there he was

He was so much tanner than before, his hair was longer, structure seemed broader

Before you knew it, tears welled up on your eyes as he picked up the pace, adjusting the strap of his backpack on his shoulder, pushing his carry on faster with him

“Yamaguchi, Y/N!” He wrapped his arms around the taller one before moving onto you, taking his time

You couldn’t think of what to say - well, you had so much, you didn’t know what to say first

He was so much broader, bigger than you remembered where he was so lean and toned but now he was thicker

“Don’t cry,” he spoke into your shoulder, burying his nose into your neck as he lifted you off your feet, spinning you

He cupped your face, looking at your teary face, laughing his bright laugh

“You got a lot bigger.” Yams laughed, poking Hinata’s bicep through his shirt. “Wow,” he laughed awkwardly while hinata did the same but he couldn’t take his eyes off of you

But then it was like you two had the same exact idea

You reached up and he reached up and the two of you pressed each other’s noses, smiles getting brighter, tears fading away

God it felt so good to hold him, feel him

He had waited to long to do that to you - little celebrations went off in his head, heart doing flips

“Let’s go home!” You cheered, looking to the both of them

“My luggage..” Hinata stated

“Let’s get his luggage first!” Yamaguchi cheered, the three of you laughing like it was your early years at karasuno again

gif from @rivaillerose​

Bokuto: Prequel to “They Were Fine First | Bokuto Kotaro” 

Your phone literally couldn’t stop buzzing in your pocket from all the messages from your single friend but you didn’t mind - it was just news you needed to tell Kotaro before you would really message her back

“Ko, I’m home~” you chimed, your heart beating loudly in your ears as you shut the door behind you, locking it

You didn’t hear much of a response but you could hear the nails of Bo’s paws clicking on the floor as he trotted over to you excitedly, rubbing himself against you, nuzzling for pets and cuddles

“Hi, Bo, what a good boy,” you cooed in a baby voice, kneeling down to pet him

Despite being a whole, intimidating German Shepard, two almost three years old, he was already a healthy seventy four pounds, able to knock you over if he were to tackle you, running at full speed

He laid right beside you, paws up with his ears down, tail wagging never ceasing

He was your second biggest baby but the first one was nowhere to be seen

“Bo, where’s papa? Hm? Take me to papa,” you stood back up, setting your things down to follow the wagging tail of Bo

With every room you went into, you expected to see him standing up or sitting or lounging about - doing anything but you didn’t see him

That was until you went into the basement and then Bo climbed, huddling beneath the pool table, rubbing himself up against your husband’s side until he raised his muscular arm, only to rest it over Bo

“Kotaro? What are you doing under there?” You knelt down, inching your way beside him to the other side that wasn’t occupied by an eight month old German shepard

“Hmm.. just vibing.. I like these small spaces..” He hummed, turning his head toward you as he wrapped his arm around you like he did with Bo

He looked at you with such love, his cheek squished into the plush carpeted ground, eyes kind of half open like he had just woken up from a nap

As excited as you felt and how fast your heart raced in your chest just thinking about the news you had to tell him, there was also just a different kind of calm he was able to emanate and project onto you, bringing you back down to his earth

He pulled you close, turning his body to face you, laying on his side

“How was your day? How did your checkup go?” He laid his arm down, as a pillow for you, his other hand working its way down your body to your lower back, pulling you as close to him as possible

This was the moment

This was it

But you just wanted to take in the moment completely

You leaned your head back against his bicep

His sleepy look only wanting to make you melt into him even more despite it being physically impossible

There was something about him over time that proved to you how he was your other half, a half you didn’t really know wasn’t present

He just looked down to you, eyes blinking slowly, his golden orbs disappearing and reappearing

You reached your hand up, pressing his nose

He scrunched it, a smile spreading on his cheeks as his free hand moved from your waist to your own hand, covering yours easily, his thumb grazing your skin slowly

“Ko?”

“Hm?” He hummed, pressing small kisses to your hands, his lips lingering before he would move to a slightly different place on your hand

“We’re gonna have a baby,” your voice trembled, excitement welling over you, stray tears sliding down the side of your face onto his bicep

It was like the world froze as soon as these words left your mouth

Kotaro didn’t move a single bit, processing the words

“What?” His eyes went wide

“You’re gonna be a real dad, Ko. I’m pregnant,” you blinked, more tears watering in your eyes. “Bo won’t be our only baby.”

“Oh my god, Y/N.” He crashed his body into yours, wrapping his biceps around you as much as he could, without hurting you of course. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” He turned, pulling you onto him as he turned onto his back beneath the pool table

The two of you couldn’t contain the excitement - but it was really hard for kotaro

Getting out, he hit his head really hard on the underside of the pool table where the thud was loud enough to make Bo bark

He pulled you out, holding the back of his hand to the edge of the pool table as you came out so you didn’t get hit

“You were already the best gift and now I’ll have another one,” he bent his head down, burying his head into your neck, never wanting to let you go anymore

His heart had never felt so full - well it had when you said yes to going out with him, then yes to his proposal, and then saying “I do.”

“Thank you, Y/N,” he repeated as you sobbed into his chest, clinging onto his shirt

This was what you wanted and Kotaro was just who you needed in this lifetime

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hi! this is actually my first time requesting something, but could i get a diluc, kaeya, zhongli, childe and xiao with an insomniac s/o and how they'll be able to coax them to sleep? its currently 3 am rn, and i haven't gotten a wink of sleep, which has been a problem of mine for as long as i can remember. thanks in advance! and i love your works so much too!!

[ - wisteria ]

𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚝 𝚕𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚋𝚢 | various genshin men

[an]: this has been sitting in my drafts for so long and im so sorry about that ;-; hi hi ‼️oml luv im sorry i posted this late, im rlly trying to find motivation to write here in my tumblr 😭✋ yet, pls fix ur sleeping schedule it’s bad to stay up too late didjdjddj i hope these scenarios help <3 ‼️

summary: it was difficult to get at least one wink of sleep at night, you wished there was an easier way to fall asleep. maybe the arms of your loving boyfriend would do that job…

pairing: diluc, kaeya, zhongli, childe, & xiao x insomniac!reader [ separate ! ]

genre: fluff !

warning: spoilers for childe’s real name ‼️

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diluc ragnvindr

the sound of the clock’s ticking never ends.

in fact, you don’t even know what time it was right now. standing up for the 10th time from your comfortable bed, you lazily rubbed your eyes and looked around the dark room you were staying in, except only the light from the window came to illuminate inside of the bedroom. it was lonely in there. you were lonely.

you couldn’t sleep.

no matter how many times you turn and turn around the bed, you always ended up on the same feeling, which was nothing. you don’t exactly get how others are able to sleep so heavily and peacefully—though it sounded like a nice feeling. sleeping so much throughout the days. too bad, because you had insomnia.

counting sheep sounds lovely, yet it was tiring. you wanted to look for other ways to sleep. because even with the same methods, nothing happens. that’s what you thought…until, you entered an unexpected relationship with mondstadt’s greatest winery tycoon. diluc ragnvindr.

yes, upon having an unexpected relationship with the richest man in mondstadt, you do have some high expectations for him. and one of them considering that you’re staying over in his house for the first time. it made you a bit homesick, however you did had the courage to sleep in his bedroom after all. the problem was…

“i can’t sleep…” sighing as you muttered. it had always been like this. even back at your home, you had high difficulties of falling asleep. and the problem was huge. you even had to seek help from good professional doctors, and even when they did tried helping it only workers once or twice until the cycle returned. you were tired. so tired.

“love?” you heard a voice call from behind, and you quickly turned around. it was no one other than your red headed lover. even in the dark, you can still spot his hair sprawled over across his beautiful sleepy face. you smiled, “hey, sorry did i wake you up?”

“no, no, not at all. just woke up for no reason. it’s always like this…” he replied, and you chuckled. “well you better head back to sleep, it’s bad staying up this late.”

“you’re the one to talk. why are you still up?” diluc questions, and you sighed once again. “i…can’t sleep. just like you its been always like this. don’t expect me to count sheep now,” you replied, and diluc eyes widen a little. “oh, well then come on now, you have to get some rest, you’ve been working all morning.” he says, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“no it’s ok…! you go ahead first i’ll follow later,” you insisted, yet of course diluc wouldn’t oblige to your lies like that easily. looking at you one last time he gently take hold of your arm and pulled you down next to him, caging you around his arms as you both laid down on the soft cushion of the pillows. “diluc…!”

“shhh…it’s ok now, love…i’m here. now get some rest…”

“it’s not that simple…” you whined, gripping hard on his arm wrapped around you. however diluc only brushed your hair and continued to soothe you down. “i know…” he whispers, “…it’s hard, isn’t it? but here, there’s more thousands of stars than sheep for you to count. and they’ll guide you through your sleep. now, just close your eyes, and when you wake up, i’ll be right here next to you. i promise…” diluc mutters to you and in that moment…you just wanted to cry out of pure happiness.

and for the first time in your life after being alone for so long…you actually fell asleep.

kaeya alberich

‘guess sleeping pills aren’t working that easily anymore, huh?

gulping down the glass of water next to your bed, you felt the small lump of the sleeping pill dissolve down your throat. maybe with this, you’ll fall asleep soon. and you didn’t have to worry your busy lover anymore with your sleeping problems.

for years, you tried your best to cope with your insomnia, however, the solution you ever did for the past decade is drinking sleeping pills for at least once a day before going to bed. it worked, for only a few times that is. the problem really wasn’t that big honestly…but for kaeya, he claimed that it is. sighing, you gently laid down the shared bed you and your lover stayed in, tucking inside the cozy blanket kaeya bought last holiday. closing your eyes, you at least tried to get like one wink of sleep yet…no progress however happened. it was tiring.

“sleeping pills again, dear?” a voice echoes across the room. you didn’t even bother to look since it sounded like you already know where it came from. chuckling, you replied. “then how am i supposed to sleep properly with you, kaeya? it’s our first time to sleep together after all, i don’t wanna bother you…”

“who said anything about me being bothered if you have sleeping problems, dear? that’s surprising to hear…” he laughs, and you couldn’t help but smile. this man definitely knows how to play the strings of your heart, and that’s basically how you fell for him for the first time. but of course, the calvary captain of the knights of favonius wouldn’t like you to like that easily, right?

“kaeya…”

“yes, dear?”

“please hold me…”

“if you say so, my dearest…” was what he last said as he headed over to your low figure, face smudged against the pillows. kaeya slowly sat beside the foot of the bed and pulled you up, signaling you to softly sit down on his lap and rest your head over your shoulder. humming a small tune, you felt your head feeling heavy every time kaeya’s fingers stroke through your hair. “hey kaeya…?”

“hm?” he hums.

a whisper came out to your weak lips. “thank you…” before you closed your eyes. kaeya smiles, feeling his heart go weak because of you. “no, dearest. thank you for making me not feel alone. i love you, please get some rest.”

zhongli (morax)

“darling, why aren’t you asleep, yet?”

“same question here,” you giggled when you saw your tired lover walking in your shared bedroom with a surprised look when he saw you still awake. he brushed his hair back, sighing. “just had some midnight tea. nothing too serious…”

“then if that’s all, then come back to bed. it’s late,” is what you said before zhongli had no choice but to lay beside the person he adored and loved. you made space for him to lay down next to you, a small smile stretching over his face when he saw your eyes glimmer from the sight of him. “and what makes it difficult for you to fall asleep at this hour of the evening?”

“what made you so curious?” you laughed, making zhongli fall more in love with you. a million stars wouldn’t even match the same shine of your smile, and that was coming from the former geo archon of teyvat. at this occasion, zhongli did knew you were having difficulties upon dozing off to slumber—and he was upset at the fact that you were still smiling despite your problem.

the silence was growing bigger, as zhongli shifts closer to you, creating you and your lover to touch shoulders and heads almost leaning to one another, zhongli takes grasp of your hand and began to speak once more, “would you like to hear a story about the geo archon? or anything you enjoy in particular?”

“woah, a storyteller now? you really are something, zhongli.”

he laughed before kissing the crown of your forehead. “i am. only for you, darling.”

there were a few more moments of quiet, only you and zhongli looking at each other with pure love before once again, he breaks the silence. “now, what story is it you wish to hear? i hope it’s something that could help you sleep with me.”

“tell me the story of rex lapis and guizhong then if you may.”

xiao

if you think about it, xiao also can’t sleep.

the adepti that guards liyue had; “no time to sleep,” after all. that’s what he said before slaughtering a bunch of hilichurls attacking down near wangshuu inn. and for a mortal like you, falling in love with an adeptus like xiao, oh archons—it was not possible. but it was. you thought of yourself more like a human with no exciting tomorrows. just a normal life as a person.

for xiao who had lived throughout history and history, he had been suffering for far too long. if it wasn’t for you who gave him the upmost love and affection. he was surprised, you were surprised. you’re both in love with one another.

it was a huge to surprise to everyone who knew you and the adepti. even the traveler & their companion paimon who were just passing by to do commissions. not long after that when xiao confessed his liking and fascination towards you after being saved by him, you two established into quite an awkward yet wholesome and loving relationship. and because of that, everyone depended on you to make xiao feel like a better and a loved adepti again.

even a man named zhongli from the wangsheng funeral parlor told you so.

though, throughout the progress of you and xiao’s relationship, there are a few holes of mistakes here and there, yet you and xiao still loved each after every one of them. one of those holes were when it came to your sleeping schedule.

“y/n?”

“hey, xiao…”

“why are you…?”

moon dusting it’s light upon the land of liyue, stars guiding whoever it is in teyvat—as a small smile came across your lips, xiao finds it hard to even spare a single glare to the face he adored the most. grunting, he turns away. “this again, y/n? i told you to sleep earlier, didn’t i? mortals like you—

“i was waiting for you,” you cut him off, your palm carrying your face. thank the archons it was dark midnight tonight, or else you would’ve seen the small blush dusted across xiao’s cheeks. grunting once again, xiao turns away, “hmph, changing the subject huh? but…i knew you would,” he says, jumping off the balcony and towards your room—where you dragged him in.

xiao was used to your presence. and when it came to you, you always had a way to get your adeptus boyfriend into doing what you want. even if it was just for a small second—you were already glad. and one of them is cuddling with you in your bedroom, every evening after he’s tired from clashing with enemies.

sitting down on your bed, xiao only stood from the side of your room, arms crossed and face as stoic as ever. a pout came across your face, “xiao…”

a sigh, “you go ahead and rest. mortals like you need enough energy and sleep after all. go, i’ll be here.” and you scratched the nape of your neck. “uhhh yeah, ummm…i…i cant really…” you looked over at your lover, nervously while xiao only cocks up a brow, “i can’t really sleep…you know…even with or without you by my side.”

xiao’s eyes widen a bit, astonished and bewildered by your simplification. oh right, you had insomnia, or whatever that is. difficulty of getting some good rest at night. xiao opens his mouth to speak, but immediately closes it after. what is it can he do to help?

help.

that’s a word he didn’t really used much.

“i mean, if you’re here only to watch me until i fall asleep then that’ll only be a waste of time because…” you stopped and sighed, hugging your knees tight onto the foot of your bed that you rarely lay down to sleep on. “i’m sorry, xiao. i’m only a nuisance to you…you can leave now—

“shut up.”

“huh?”

walking towards you, xiao took hold of your hand and stared right into your eyes, his face a bit angry and serious mixed in one bowl. “i said, shut up. you’re not a nuisance. you were never a nuisance. i am.” he says, and you said nothing after. xiao was…not mad but it was like…he was worried. surely, xiao was no expert like in fighting and violence when it came to relationships. however he knew, love is like a battle for him. and for you, you insomnia was a challenge.

as the silence took in, your head slowly sunk down on his shoulders, taking in his warmth while xiao stood there, emotionless, while the inside of himself was feeling loved once again. you were so focused on xiao’s warmth…you didn’t even hear his small humming as he caressed your head. “xiao?”

“quiet…” he mutters coldly as he guides you to bed. his humming continuing while you grasped in his warmth. xiao never really liked cuddling, nor doing anything couples do in a relationship. as your lover goes further into humming you to bed, you felt the stars watch over you two while you reign to slumber.

he was lucky for loving you.

tartaglia (childe)

it hurts childe for seeing you have a hard time sleeping.

while he tumbles and dozed off to bed after a long day of work, you here, his perfect and beautiful girlfriend earn a hard time sleeping with him in bed every night. it bothered him to the core, and so tried to ask other people he knew on how to help you sleep earlier.

although, based on what everyone recommended to him, childe had another bright idea going over his head. with enough buck and mora brought along in his wallet, childe gathered enough materials and help from his helpful partners to create something that might you sleep tighter and better with him tonight.

this night, like any other, childe happily dragged you inside your shared bedroom, moonlight crisp and dark—exquisite enough to shine through the curtains of your perfect home with your boyfriend. it was time for bed, and you were most certain childe would knock himself on the bed first before you, making you think that after he sleeps, you would have some solid time for yourself. however…

“ajax…what is this?”

as you entered your shared room, you found out that the ceiling…was changed into a wallpaper portrait of stars. behind you, your boyfriend smiles cheekily, pecking softly on your cheek as he says, “i know you always have a hard time trying to go to bed. so, i decided to help a little with your problem…”

your eyes sparkled like the stars painted above. did…childe really do all of this for you and your problem? childe’s grin stretched wider. “all for you, sweetheart. now c’mon…” his hand takes grip on yours, leaving you a bit surprised from his hurried expression. “let’s go get some sleep, y/n. but this time, you’re not alone. because the stars are here to guide you through your dreams, sweetie.”

“a-ajax…i don’t know if this’ll work, irs not that easy,” you cut, worried that his hardwork would go to a waste. childe shakes his head, “i know. but please, at least try to. i’m tired of seeing you staying up so late because of this. promise, trust me. i’ll be here with you.”

“i don’t know if i can go trust promises that quickly…”

“then please…” childe stops you, “trust mine.” then he grips your hand tighter, before pulling you into a tight hug. “i’ve experienced this before. sweetheart, we’ll go through this together. you and i. let’s count the stars like it’s our last moments…”

who knew the 11th of the fatui harbinger could be so caring?

***

a/n: holy shit i need to breathe from writing so much oml

request are: opened!