#if this flops i'll crash out

[vertin-is-the-frog-guys]

i'm very eepy.. but must study so i dont fail math, so here's the main cast of re19 sleep routines and related things to distract me for a second :D

vertin: this is one of the few times she unties her hair. she doesn't really have a nighttime routine, but she makes sure to take a shower before going to bed. if she's super busy, it's not uncommon to see her just fall asleep on a couch or rug or something. if she does make it back to her room on a busy night, the only thing coming off of her is her coat, so yes, she does sometimes sleep with the hat on. on a non busy night, imagine smoltins outfit for what she sleeps in/looks like at night

sonetto: ..wait she sleeps?? is the general consensus of suitcase residents. she has a very strict nighttime routine that she follows, even when she's super tired or busy. the reason people believe she doesn't sleep is her schedule. she always leaves the public areas at 9 pm sharp, but when people look in her room, they can't find her. in truth, she's just working in a more quit area of the suitcase. she always gets up at 6, no matter how long she slept for. she wears the same thing as vertin to sleep, as its foundation protocol

regulus: she's a early sleeper, late riser. always has bed head for an hour after getting up. like vertin, she takes a shower before bed. unlike the prodigy's of the foundation however, she has no schedule at nighttime, so she constantly has under eye bags. i have no clue what she sleeps in, probably just a old shirt

sotheby: another early sleeper. she has a strict bedtime routine, with many steps. she definitely has the most excessive routine. she goes to bed around 8, and gets up at 7:59 on the dot. the others sometimes time it, and she's so accurate to it it's scary. she definitely sleeps in a lavish sleeping gown, think of her i2 as it in a way.

lilya: another one people aren't sure sleeps. she does stuff around the super late hours a lot, even seeming like she has more energy then. like vertin, she can fall asleep anywhere. zeno training has also regulated her to be able to wake up very fast, even with a hangover.

druvis: druvis is a odd case. in my head, she has a room in the suitcase, but doesn't use it except for storage, instead sleeping in the (somewhat man made) forest outside. so people notice she leaves and assumes that she goes to sleep, but no one can confirm or deny. in the very cold months, or when in rains in the suitcase, she uses her room. when people can see her in her room, she has a sleeping gown, a lot like her i2 (think of the shape of the top)

matilda: basically tries to copy sonettos schedule. many people (kanjira) see this and tease her about it. matilda also goes to bed in the foundation fit, but wears sweatpants or something under it, as she gets cold often

bonus: some shorter ones of other characters

37: i've seen some discourse on what she'd wear. i wholeheartedly think she just wears her normal clothes.

isolde: has a routine similar to sotheby. the two sometimes have night time tea drinking sessions, as it's both in their routines

kakania: she keeps the brooch from isolde in her eyesight when she's laying in bed.

lucy: she watches people. this is actually canon in her voice lines lolol

tooth fairy (and madam z): they sleep with each other when madam z is around. not even sexually they just enjoy each other's presence in a very intimate way. one time vertin walked in on it and has that like, tanjiro disguised face. she already knew she wanted to embarrass them

medpoc: sleeps in the tub. that's it that's all i got for you

[r3ynah]

VIGILANTE!MARK AU PROMPT#1

Just thinking about how Mark has all these alternate universes of himself, and I couldn't just stop myself in making an alternate universe of him— Like I don't really have it really fleshed out yet but who cares I'm going to info dump you all after months of not writing.

Okay be honest with me what do you all think about Vigilante!Mark(19) that "grew up" in the slum areas of the city, like tough and grey character Mark that hates corruption and is not afraid of killing, robbing ("eat the rich" he says as Debbie rolls her eyes), who hates working with heroes and always makes fun of the government, not Mainstream!Mark that grew up in a peaceful suburban neighborhood with financial security.

And he lives with his older adoptive sister Debbie who is currently 24(don't ask on how mark was born if he wasn't conceived by Debbie and Nolan, because i don't have my head wrapped around that yet) and is who frighteningly smart and going through it with keeping her younger brother alive while also trying not to lose her scholarship due to stress so she can finish college and actually make a legal money for the both of them

Debbie works for herself and her family as someone under an alias that makes devices that can destroy or fix objects and people, but of course— Debbie always has safety measures when it comes to her inventions she times it basing on how much their deadly potential is, which can range up to a day or about 2 hours(this is for very dangerous inventions that shouldn't be in the hands of good or bad people) and if the timer rings the weapon automatically self destructs it doesn't explode it just randomly shuts down. she doesn't care if her clients are villains, rogues, superheroes, or the government, she has earned Cecil's respect as one of her top buyers, even though they haven't met face to face— but her morals are somehow the same as Mainstream!Debbie very set on helping people, it's just that due to her and Mark's poor living conditions she has to be selfish for the both of them.

Vigilante!Mark a full blooded Viltrumite, who is actually very strong and powerful (look at this guy at his mary sue era) it's one of the reason he was picked to go to earth and try to colonize it at the age of only 13, bro had seen things. I like to think he was with Nolan who left him at Earth all by himself because he wanted to test Mark on how capable he is on being responsible and independent (I smell negligence).

I only have Debbie and Mark's characters in my mind— as for now, give me sometime to hype myself up, BUT—you can probably guess who my favorite character is, Its Debbie. I'm keeping this Prompt open for everyone's idea about this vigilante!mark AU, I'll probably change some info about this two in the near future.

I HAVE SKETCHES— GUYS JUST WAIT A MINUTE.

[mercvry-glow]

Back again

parings. andrew "pope" cody x reader

summary. an unexpected visitor breaks into your house after having spent years locked away. unexpected, but not necessarily unwelcome.

warnings. age gap (pope 39, reader late 20s), breaking and entering, gun mentioned but not used, reader and pope have a son together, cody family mention, pope is awkward af but literally when is he not, reader does not stand on business and misses pope, pope in general, let me know if there's anything else.

notes. I genuinely struggled so hard with this, but it's finally out. I love the show though and am so glad shawn is getting his flowers with how popular the pitt became. if this flops, idk how much i'll regularly write for pope but if something pops into my head or if i get more requests i'll see what i can do! as always thank you so much and any and all feedback is appreciated!

wc. 2800+

It was past midnight.

The waves outside crashed gently against the cliffs, the ocean reflecting slivers of moonlight. Your bathroom—marble floors, soft golden lighting, wide windows overlooking the water—was quiet except for the hum of your favorite playlist and the low hiss of the shower shutting off.

You wrapped the towel around yourself, tucking it at your chest as you padded across the warm floors. Steam clung to the mirrors, fogged your reflection. You barely glanced at it. Just another night, just another routine. Lip balm, face serum, silk robe. Everything in its place. Controlled. Safe.

Until the lights flickered.

You froze. Turned slowly. Then the hallway sensor triggered—that soft click you weren’t supposed to hear from this side of the house.

Your stomach dropped.

This was a gated home. Security on every window and door. Patrols after dark. You lived here because no one was supposed to get in.

But someone had.

You grabbed the drawer under the sink. Your fingers skimmed the handle of the pistol you never thought you’d need to use again. Heart racing, you crept to the open door of the bathroom, back pressed to the wall, breath locked in your chest.

Then you heard it. Slow, steady footsteps on the hardwood. Not rushing. Not clumsy.

Deliberate.

And then he appeared.

You nearly dropped the gun.

“Jesus—”

“Hey,” Pope said quietly, stepping into the golden glow of the bathroom like he belonged there. Like this was his house. His ocean view. His night.

You stared at him—dripping water, towel barely hanging on, heart pounding so loud you couldn’t think. He looked the same and not the same. Bigger. Leaner. That same raw, unreadable face. Eyes locked on you like they hadn’t looked at anything else in three damn years.

“How—how the fuck did you get in?” you finally breathed, voice shaky but sharp.

He didn’t answer right away. Just looked around. The bathroom. The house behind you. You.

“Security’s good,” he murmured. “But I’m better.”

Your fingers tightened on the handle of the pistol.

“Put it down,” he said softly. “If I wanted to hurt you… I wouldn’t be standing here talking.”

You hesitated. Then set it on the counter with a hard clack.

“You broke into my house.”

“I needed to see you.”

“You could’ve called.”

“You wouldn’t have answered.”

He took a step closer. You didn’t move, but your breath caught. Everything about him still made your skin burn—fear, fury, and something dangerously close to longing.

“I got out,” he said. “And you weren’t at our old house. Smurf told me you moved. Gave me pictures. Told me you were doing good.”

“Pictures?” Your voice broke. “She gave you pictures?”

“Of him too.”

Your heart clenched.

“I didn’t come to fight,” he said quietly. “Didn’t come to take anything. I just… I couldn’t sleep knowing you were out here, and I didn’t know if you were okay.”

You stared at him, the towel still wrapped tight around you, pulse thrumming through every inch of your body. The man who once held you like the world might end. The father of your child. The ghost that haunted every night you told yourself you were over him.

“I should call the cops.”

He nodded. “You should.”

But you didn’t move.

Neither did he.

And the silence between you burned.

You still didn’t move.

Pope stood just inside your bathroom, jaw tight, chest rising slow like every breath burned. His eyes swept over the space—over you—like he couldn’t believe it was real. Like maybe he’d dreamed this place a hundred times in a concrete cell and wasn’t sure yet if this was another one.

“Where is he?”

Your chest tightened. “He’s here, in his room.”

His brow twitched. “Here?”

You nodded, heart pounding. “Down the hall. Asleep.”

He blinked like you’d hit him.

You crossed your arms. “Didn’t see the point in running. Not when I already knew you would find us.” That landed. He looked away, jaw flexing, like he hated how easily he could’ve shown up if he’d tried.

“I figured you’d leave,” he said after a moment. “Take Danny. Disappear.”

You held his stare. “I thought about it. But… he’s got your last name. And I wasn’t gonna lie about that.”

Pope’s eyes flicked toward the hallway—like he could see through the walls. Like the kid he hadn’t seen in three years was just around the corner, breathing softly in his bed.

“Is he okay?” His voice cracked just a little. “I mean… is he good?”

You nodded slowly. “He’s wild. Sweet. Always asking questions. He’s obsessed with dinosaurs. He thinks mac and cheese is gourmet.”

A ghost of a smile touched Pope’s mouth, then faded fast.

“He’s four now?”

“Yeah.”

“Shit.”

You didn’t say anything.

“Does he… does he know about me?”

You swallowed hard. “Only what I told him. That his dad had to go away for a while. But that he loves him.”

Pope stared at the ground for a long moment, fists clenching and unclenching at his sides.

“I never got to say goodbye,” he said.

“I know.”

“I thought about him every damn day.”

You didn’t respond. You didn’t trust yourself to.

“Can I see him?” he asked, voice rough. “Just for a second. I won’t wake him, I swear.”

You should’ve said no. Should’ve thrown him out right then and there.

But you couldn’t.

“Be quiet,” you whispered.

He followed you out of the bathroom. Every step down the hall felt heavy, soaked in everything unsaid. You stopped at the second door on the right—blue paint chipped from tiny hands slamming it too hard, a crooked dinosaur sticker stuck near the bottom.

You eased it open.

There he was—Danny. Small and soft and curled up in a tangle of blankets, one hand clutching a stuffed T-Rex, the other flopped above his head like he’d passed out mid-adventure. A dim night light lit up the corner, casting shadows over his round cheeks and dark lashes.

You felt Pope stop behind you.

He didn’t speak. Didn’t breathe. You didn’t even need to look at him to feel what was radiating off him like heat.

Grief. Wonder. Love. Guilt.

He stepped just close enough to see better—just close enough that his hand brushed the doorframe.

“I missed all of it,” he whispered.

You nodded. “Yeah. You did.”

He stared a little longer, eyes full of something thick and breaking. Then he backed away, slowly.

“Thank you,” he said, voice shaking.

You didn’t reply. Just quietly shut the door behind you.

And for a long, fragile moment, neither of you said anything.

Eventually you had taken him downstairs, after getting dressed. You moved around your kitchen slowly, barefoot on cold tile, the silence stretching between you as the fridge door hummed and the rain ticked against the windows. You grabbed two glasses just… needing something to do with your hands.

Andrew stood near the counter, watching you with that unreadable look he always had—like he was half in the room, half stuck in his own head. 

Staring. Always Staring. 

“I drove by our old place the other day,” you said, trying to sound casual. “It was gone. Sold, actually.”

He didn’t look surprised. “Yeah. Smurf sold it while I was inside, probably after you moved.”

You blinked. “She really sold it? That was your house.”

He shrugged, something bitter flashing in his eyes. “Technically it was Smurf’s. Always was. She held the deed. Didn’t want to ‘waste’ it on me rotting in prison after you left too.”

Your stomach twisted. “Jesus…”

“It’s fine,” he muttered, like it didn’t matter. “Wasn’t much to come back to anyway.”

You leaned against the island, glass in hand. “I thought you’d still be staying there. Honestly, I figured I’d see you lurking in the backyard one day.”

A corner of his mouth twitched. “Didn’t think you wanted me anywhere near you.”

You gave a small, tired smirk. “Depends on the day.”

He didn’t laugh, but you saw the tension in his shoulders ease just a little. Still, he wouldn’t sit. Wouldn’t touch the water. Like he didn’t trust himself to get comfortable.

You let the silence hang a beat longer, then asked gently, “You been staying with your family?”

“Yes and no, mainly staying at a motel,” he said. 

You raised an eyebrow. “They don’t want you in the house?

“Pretty much.”

“And Smurf?”

He paused, eyes flicking toward the window. “She called it. Gave me some cash, some kid’s been staying in my room. You remember J?”

You swallowed. “Barely, but that sounds like your mom.”

He glanced at you. “You still see her?”

You hesitated. “Sometimes. Holidays, mostly. She sends gifts. Makes a show of being ‘Grandma Smurf.’” You exhaled, slow and careful. “It’s… complicated.”

“I bet,” he murmured.

You met his eyes. “I don’t hate her. For his sake, or yours, I let her in. But I don’t trust her.”

He nodded. “Good.”

Another pause. Then softly, “I didn’t think you’d still be here.”

“In Oceanside?”

He nodded once.

You let your fingers trail the edge of the counter. “Thought about leaving. But this is where he was born. Where we held him for the first time. I didn’t want to erase that just because it hurt.”

Pope looked at you like you’d cracked something in him wide open.

“I thought maybe you’d changed your name,” he said.

“I didn’t,” you said, voice barely above a whisper. “I wanted him to remember where he came from. Even if he didn’t know all the details.”

Pope swallowed hard, his voice a low rasp. “I don’t deserve that.”

You shrugged. “It wasn’t about you.”

He looked down at the floor, then back at you, and for a second, it felt like time folded in on itself. Like you were young again, still stupid in love with the broken, furious man no one else could understand.

But you weren’t that girl anymore.

And he wasn’t that guy.

Still… your voice came soft, like it always did with him.

“You should stay. I’ll set out some blankets for the guest room.”

Pope didn’t move. “I don’t want to mess this up.”

You gave a tired smile. “Then don’t, Andrew.”

It didn’t take long for you to set him up, and go back to your own room. Sleep didn’t come easy after that conversation, and knowing that Andrew was in the house at your own volition didn’t do anything to ease the worry building in your chest. You didn’t know what time it was when you woke up—just that the light leaking through your curtains was soft and gray-blue, the kind that came before sunrise on cloudy mornings. Your pillow was warm. Your body was tired. But something pulled you from sleep. Some shift in the air.

Something was different.

You blinked your eyes open and sat up slowly, the ache in your chest blooming before your thoughts caught up. You glanced at the empty space in your bed. The hallway was quiet. Too quiet.

Then—faintly—voices.

You slipped out of bed barefoot once again, heart ticking fast for reasons you didn’t want to name. The air in the hallway was cool against your skin. You padded toward the stairs, one hand on the railing, every step measured like your body remembered how to be careful in moments like this.

The TV was on.

You crept down, slow and quiet, and paused just before the last step.

And there they were.

Danny curled up on the couch, wrapped in his blue fluffy blanket, head resting against a pillow like he’d done it a hundred times before. And next to him, hunched with his elbows on his knees, was Pope. Quiet, still, eyes trained on the screen—but not really watching.

He looked like he’d been sitting there for hours.

The TV played some old cartoon—one of those early-morning classics with soft colors and slower dialogue. Danny was focused, small smile tugging at his lips. Pope looked like he couldn’t breathe without permission.

He didn’t notice you at first.

Not until Danny mumbled something—“That guy’s mean,”—and Pope gave a little grunt of agreement.

Then his eyes lifted, soft hazel meeting yours.

His whole body tensed like he was about to explain himself, apologize, vanish into the walls. But you didn’t say anything. You just stood there, hand on the railing, heart breaking in slow motion.

“He couldn’t sleep,” Pope said softly. “Said he had a bad dream.”

You nodded, trying to find your voice. “He gets those sometimes.”

“I was coming down to make coffee. He was already up.”

“And you turned on cartoons?” you asked, almost smiling.

Pope looked down, a little sheepish. “Figured it was better than silence.”

You stepped off the last stair, legs slow, body unsure.

Danny caught sight of you and beamed. “He knows all of my shows!.”

“Oh yeah?” You swallowed the lump in your throat. “That’s impressive.”

“He doesn’t know the guy with the stick though.”

Pope gave a small, amused grunt. “I got nothing.”

Danny nodded. “It’s okay.”

You stood behind the couch for a second, arms crossed gently over your chest, watching the two of them. The way Danny had unconsciously scooted closer. The way Pope hadn’t moved a muscle, like shifting might shatter the moment.

You circled around and sat on the arm of the couch, your eyes on your son.

“You okay, baby?”

Danny nodded, rubbing his eye. “I’m not tired.”

“You want breakfast?”

“Not yet,” He leaned against the pillow. “I wanna finish this!”

“Okay bossy pants,” You glanced over at Pope. He was looking at Danny like he was still trying to believe he was real. That this whole thing wasn’t some dream he’d conjured behind a motel curtain.

You lowered your voice.

“How long’ve you been sitting here?”

“A while,” Pope admitted. “Didn’t want to wake you.”

You watched him a second, heart twisting in your chest. He looked more human now. Less like a ghost from your past, but still haunted.

He flicked his eyes toward you, voice quieter. “He’s good. You did good.”

You didn’t say anything for a beat. Then you nodded. “Thanks.”

The cartoon kept playing. The sky outside turned a little lighter, and things almost felt normal—Like the past three years had never happened. 

The cartoon kept playing in the background. The sky outside turned a little lighter, and things almost felt normal—like the past three years had never happened.

You sat in the quiet for a while, watching Danny’s eyelids droop again, little body finally giving in to sleep. His fingers still clutched the edge of his blanket, leaning into Pope, knowing nothing about personal space. 

Andrew hadn’t moved, barely even breathed, like one wrong shift might wake him or make you change your mind.

You turned your eyes to him, quiet. “So… are you planning on coming back?”

He looked at you then, really looked, his eyes tired and soft and full of something that made your chest ache.

“Only if you want me to.”

Your fingers tightened where they rested on the couch cushion. You wanted to say yes. God, part of you wanted to say it too quickly. But the rest—the part that remembered the weight of his family, the danger they lived in, the years you spent trying to keep Danny far away from it all—held you back.

“I don’t know if I can let you back into his life like nothing happened,” you said quietly. “Not after everything. Not if there’s even a chance they’ll pull you under again.”

“I wouldn’t let them,” Pope said. No hesitation. Just that low, steady conviction that used to scare you when it was aimed at other people, one you didn’t know if you could believe. “They don’t get to have that power anymore. Not over me, not over you, and not over him.”

You looked at him for a long moment. And whatever was in his face—grit, sorrow, a promise he hadn’t figured out how to say out loud—felt real.

“I want to believe you,” you whispered. “But I need more than words this time.”

He nodded slowly. “Then I’ll give you more.”

Your eyes fell to Danny, his lashes long against his cheeks, chest rising and falling in soft little breaths.

“You scared me last night,” you said. “But not because I thought you’d hurt us, just… well—I’m sure you get it”

“I do,” Pope murmured. “I get it.”

Another long, aching silence stretched between you. Then he shifted slightly, brushing Danny’s blanket up over his shoulder with a gentleness that shattered something inside you.

“I don’t want to blow this,” he said, eyes still on his son. “I’ll take whatever you’ll give me.”

You breathed in slow. Let it out slower.

“Okay,” you said. “Then stay for breakfast.”

Pope looked at you, the faintest flicker of relief in his eyes. “Yeah?”

You nodded. “Just… don’t make a habit of breaking into my house.”

That earned the tiniest smile. “No promises.”

But the tension had cracked. The ice was melting, slowly. And somewhere in the quiet, cautious hope started to grow. The cartoon shifted to the next episode. The sun crept higher, lighting up the kitchen in soft gold.

And this time, it felt like maybe you wouldn’t be facing the morning alone.

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[gyuuberryy]

OT 7 text reaction: you tell them you did something bad

pairing: bf!enhypen x reader

genre: smau, crack, fluff

warning: swearing, mentions of fire, joke about selling organs

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Stretch Zone

I was feeling inspired and wrote the first little bit of this Yoga Steve Steddie and Buckingham au I was playing with yesterday. Not sure if I'll continue with it, but I had some dialogue floating around in my head and wanted to let it out.

I'm not really experienced in writing dialogue so my apologies if it came out weird.

Part Two

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Steve thinks Robin is being ridiculous, but at the same time, he knows firsthand how far someone will go for a crush. Robin calls him a “loverboy” which, is not completely off the mark but feels unnecessary to point out right after Steve gets ghosted…again.

But that’s beside the point. The point being that Robin has been going off about how she cornered herself into going to an intermediate yoga class to try and woo the cute girl who sits in front of her in her mandatory Writing 212 class. Apparently, Robin got a full two minutes of conversation in with said girl, a real feat since Robin usually spends the whole class psyching herself up to talk to her and then chickens out and dashes out the door as soon as class lets out. During said conversation, Robin found out Chrissy is a yoga instructor at the rec off campus, which resulted in Robin blurting out that she’s been meaning to take up yoga again (she’s never been) and that she’ll stop by a class sometime.

Which leads to now.

“-and I’ve never done yoga! I’ve never even thought about yoga except for that one time my hippie aunt Jen came to stay with us for a week and took up the entire living room every morning to do her weird stretches-” breath “and you know how clumsy I am! I’m going completely fall on my face and the angel that is Chrissy Cunningham is going to know that I’m a failed jock with no coordination and she’ll never fall in love with me!” she finally stops, taking a big heaving breath.

Steve, used to these occasional Robin Buckley rants had been leaning against the breakfast bar letting her go on for the last three and a half minutes. Sometimes it’s just better to let her get it out first.

“You done?” Steve asks, raising an eyebrow.

“I’m done,” she replies, flopping on the sofa behind her like all the wind has gone out of her sails. Steve hates to see her upset, but at the end of the day, it’s an easy fix.

“Sweet. So I’ll just go with you alright? And when you completely biff it and fall on your face I’ll just,” he steps away from the bar and mimes falling onto the couch next to her, ignoring her over-exaggerated oof, “fall even harder, or whatever. Make a whole scene of it.” Robin glares a little at the when, but ultimately can’t be upset when they both know it’s inevitable.

“Seriously?” she asks, eyes big and blue in a way that always makes Steve want to punch a wall. He doesn’t. Only did it once when they were both supremely drunk and feeling emotional, but he does wrap his arms around her narrow shoulders.

“Eh, why not? Maybe I’ll even find a cool yoga babe of my own to woo,” he says waggling his brows in a way that makes her scrunch up her nose.

“As if Harrington. I bet you’ll fall even more than me. You’re big jock muscles aren’t designed for flexibility,” she says with a faux pretentious accent.

“We’ll see about that, Buckley.”

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Steve, much to Robin’s chagrin, does not fall on his face. Well, he does once, but it’s only because he’s following through on his promise to crash out for her when she falls on her face. Which she does almost as soon as Chrissy gives the instruction to lift their left leg while in downward dog. Unfortunately, it only worked the first time. The second time Robin crashed down, Steve wasn’t in a safe position to fall with her. By the time he was, the moment had passed. Luckily it’s nearing the end of the class when it happens and Chrissy mercifully releases them to relax into a corpse pose which, if you asked Robin, was perfectly fitting given the situation.

Steve though.

Steve really enjoyed the class.

Robin was right when he said his usual exercise regime wasn’t necessarily focused on flexibility and balance, but he finds yoga challenging in a gentler way than basketball or swimming. By the end of the day, he’s signing up for the full 12-week course and talking to Chrissy about what kind of equipment he should invest in.

“The most important thing is the grip. Mine was really expensive but I use it for work so I wouldn’t get the same one unless you’re planning to use it every day. If you’re comfortable giving me your number, I can send you some links to more reasonably priced ones.” Wow, Steve gets why Robin likes her so much. She’s like a walking ray of sunshine. Part of him wonders if she’s hitting on him, but she seems like she genuinely wants to help, not take him on a date.

“Sure, yeah, that would be great. Let me just…” he pulls out his phone and unlocks it, handing it over to the girl in front of him. She puts in her name and number, which, is always good. Steve is so bad with names he wouldn’t want to spell it wrong and give Robin another reason to make fun of him. She hands it back and Steve is getting ready to say his goodbyes and go hunt down Robin, who fled as soon as the class went out, but Chrissy starts talking before he can.

“You came with Robin, right? Robin Buckley?” She blurts out, clearly nervous. “We’re in class together but I didn’t know she had a boyfriend. It’s nice to meet you!” It’s not that Steve thinks she’s lying, but there’s an undercut of something that makes him think Robin might not be alone in her pining.

“Yeah, we came in together.” He lets it hang, watching as her shoulders slump a little. “But we’re not dating or anything. I’m, uh, not really her type.” Her eyes go a little wide at his emphasis on type, perking up at the knowledge that Robin isn’t dating.

Oh yeah, he thinks, she’s got it just as bad.

[liiixsturniolos]

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chris sturniolo x reader!

(just fluff, use of 'baby', 'y/n')

♡ You are adamant about going to work, although you're in horrific crippling pain from cramps and back ache on your period. The triplets are NOT letting you leave. You're in for a cozy day inside instead.

Your eyes flutter open uncomfortably, you blink away your sleep, and try to sit up. Turning to your bedside, you pick up your phone wearily, missing it with your shaky hand the first time, and turn it on. The screen blinks "4AM." A rippling, aching pain is shooting through your lower stomach.

You sigh to yourself, "Fuck." as you lift yourself up from your cozy, warm bed and into the freezing bathroom to shower.

"Baby?" Chris knocks on the door worriedly, "Are you okay?" You shout a shaky reply from the shower, barely able to speak or stand up and wash yourself. The pain from your stomach was crippling.

Bursts and shoots of pain would linger for minutes on your lower abdomen, making you curl over in pain. You're yelping like an injured dog, Chris then bursts in to check on you. You stand there, curved over in the marble shower, groaning in agony as you attempt to stand straight and wash yourself.

"Let me help you, okay?" Chris asks, lifting up an eyebrow and beginning to remove his clothes. He slips into the shower and up next to you. You look up at him with sad, wide eyes. "Awh, I'm sorry baby." He tells you, as he cleans your back gently with some soap.

You breathe in vanilla scent of your shampoo, and for a second forget how bad the cramps are, focusing just on Chris' hands massaging through your hair. But of course the pain comes crashing back again eventually.

Chris jumps out of the shower first, bravely making himself freeze so he can lift a warm towel off of the rack for you.

He waits for you to step out of the shower and then wraps you up in it. You shiver and shuffle back to your shared bedroom. He gets himself changed, into a plain black t-shirt and his underwear. Then crawls immediately back to your bed next to you, to rub your shoulders with his hands and try to warm you up.

"Want me to get you some pyjamas out?" He asks softly.

"No, I'll need my work clothes." You respond. Putting on your bra.

"What?" He snaps back confused.

"I can't miss work." You tell him. Slinging the rest of your clothes.

"Of course you can, you can barely walk." He insists.

You slowly scrape yourself up from the bed. "I can walk." You mumble, limping over to the wardrobe.

"You're kidding me." He chuckles.

"Y/n, you are not going to work, you're in pain." He demands.

"I'll take some medicine, I'll feel better once I just get moving." You lie through your teeth. Exiting the room you some how climb your way upstairs and into the living room where Matt and Nick are. Flopping yourself down onto the couch.

"You don't look good y/n." Matt retorts.

"Yeah, I'm well aware." You say grumpily, with a pout on your face and a groan out in pain as your lower back starts to ache.

"Someone tell her she is not going to work today, the woman can barely walk from her cramps." Chris rolls his eyes.

"I'm going." You sigh.

"You definitely aren't y/n." Nick laughs.

"You guys don't make my decisions for me! I'm grown. I can go to work if I want to! Stay out of it!" You lash out, jumping up from the couch and attempting to storm away.

Until you realise this is stupid, you love your job but not this much. Standing up so fast made you realise how much pain you actually were in and how right the triplets were. You flunk back onto the couch, cramps practically stabbing your stomach. "Shit- nevermind." You cry, tears running down your face faster then you could try to stop them.

"C'mere baby, awh." Chris kisses your forehead, pulling you on top of his body, your head resting on his chest.

Matt gives you a gentle stroke on the arm, and Nick mutters an "I told you so." then fetches you your hot water bottle.

"Your gonna be jus' fine baby, its okay." Chris whispers, pushing stray hairs behind your ear and stroking your face with his thumb.

"Let's watch a movie, kay baby?"

"Mhm." You crack a small smile. He'll always make you feel better. You cuddle up closer to him, pulling the blanket over you both and breathing in the freshly washed smell of his wet hair, and his clean, soft shirt. You feel his heavy, slightly muscly arm wrap around you.

This one was dedicated to the bitches on their periods 🥲

I haven't written fluff in a while, so I thought it was due! :) I hope you liked this! <𝟑

taglist hoes: @matthewsroses @chrislilcumslvt @pvssychicken @ivysturnss @mattsbitchh @sturniolo-fann @matts-myloverboy @emely9274 @sophand4n4 @uncannyguava @chrisfavoritewhore @certifiedstarrr

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I'll take you there - jamie tartt x reader

summary - jamie forgets something very important, and feels very, very bad about it

warnings; angsty but resolved, illusions to smut & lots of cursing

"Keeley, you gotta help me," Jamie said, walking into Rebecca's office without knocking, where both her and Rebecca pause, watching Jamie flop onto the couch dramatically. The girls look at each other and say nothing, but Jamie doesn't even notice as he starts going off about what's on his mind.

"So I tell her not to make any plans for the weekend, right? 'Cos we got the weekend off and I wanna spend a full day in bed with my pretty girl, doing... well... her, and I got home on Friday and she's all dolled up and lookin' fuckin' stunning, and I try to get my hands on 'er and she asks what I had planned." Jamie's waving his hands around, and Keeley's silent, fingers still frozen over her keyboard, watching with wide eyes.

"And then she gets all pissy when I said I wanted to get my hands up 'er skirt. She usually likes my boyish charms, what if she doesn't like me boyish charms anymore Keeley? It's all I got!" He rubs his hands down his cheeks. "And now she's mad at me, waste of a weekend off really, she didn't want to even talk to me let alone let me..." Jamie catches the shocked looks on both of their faces, both with similar faces of furrowed brows and scrunched up noses. "Why are you looking at me like that? That's how she was lookin' at me."

"Well," Keeley said, turning to Rebecca, "not the story I thought we were gunna get when he came in here, I'll admit."

"Me either."

"Well, what did you think I was gunna say?"

"Well, I don't know. Thought maybe you'd have planned something romantic." Keeley shrugs like it's obvious, "not just try and take her knickers off before dinner."

"That's what she said too! Roy said maybe I did something wrong, but I told her not to make any plans! I said I wanted to be lazy for once, and now suddenly I'm the bad guy."

"Well, what did you do?" Rebecca asked.

"Nothing, I didn't do anything wrong."

"No, not what did you do wrong Jamie, what did you do for her birthday?" Keeley clarified.

Jamie stares at both of them for a long, dopey moment. His face drops, he has nothing to say. His eyebrows scrunch up. "What?"

"Uh, her birthday? Friday?" Keeley said.

"Well, we figured out the problem, then."

Jamie continues staring at them, his face turning into a look of horror. "I'm sorry," he said, smiling without humour and waving his arms around it front of him like trying to ward something evil off. "Couldn't have heard you right, sounded like you said her birthday was Friday."

"Uh, babe, her birthday was on Friday," Keeley frowns, thinking about you all dolled up and Jamie not even saying happy birthday. "And you told her not to make plans, so she didn't even throw herself a little party or anything."

Jamie rubbed his eyes, as if he was having a nightmare and this would all go away. Maybe he was in shock. This kind of felt like shock, like he'd floated out of his body and was watching himself crash and burn.

"Oh," he mumbled, "oh so I did do something wrong..."

"Jamie, babe, you've gone pale, are you all right?" Keeley wanted to be mad at him for you, but he looked like he was going to pass out.

"Oh, I'm gunna be sick." Jamie falls back against the couch, head lulling against the back, slinging his arm over his eyes dramatically, "rooms fuckin' spinnin'."

"Do not throw up on my carpet," Rebecca warned. "Or I'll tell Beard what you've done and he may have you killed."

"Rebecca," Keeley warned, "look at him, he's troubled. Looks kind of pathetic really, like a puppy on the side of the road."

"Why did no one tell me!?" he whines, "Oh god, I'm toast. She's gunna hate me forever."

"I didn't forget," Rebecca said, "I sent her a couple of flight vouchers for a little vacation somewhere. I bet she's halfway to Greece by now, you know I always thought she deserved better."

"What!?" Jamie shouts, and he's on his feet. "You think she's left me?" Rebecca just shrugs. "I have to go, I gotta go stop her, oh my god! Oh my god!"

And Jamie's off, running out of the office, tripping just outside the door followed by him whining, getting up and running off again. Keeley watched silently, while Rebecca laughed.

"That was mean, Rebecca."

"Oh come on, like watching him fall over wasn't a little bit funny."

"I didn't say it wasn't funny, I just said it was mean."

"Not as mean as forgetting his girlfriend's birthday."

"All right, you win."

Jamie's fumbling to get his keys out of his locker, but he can't find them anywhere. He checks all his pockets twice, digs around in his bag, but they're just nowhere to be found. Jamie hits his hand against his number above his cubby.

"Where's the fuckin' fire?" Roy asks, crossing his arms.

"I have go to stop me bird from running to Greece and leaving me," Jamie said, checking his coat pockets again like maybe this time would make the keys appear. "I'm fuckin' done for mate, she's gone. I've missed the plane."

"Okay..." Roy uncrosses his arms and scrunches his eyebrows up. "Twenty minutes ago you were sure you'd done nothing wrong."

"It was her birthday..." Jamie mumbled, barely glancing at Roy out the corner of his eye. "on Friday."

Roy's mouth forms a little 'o' shape, followed by him pinching back a snicker that he couldn't stop.

"It's not fucking funny!"

"It's not funny," Roy repeats, "poor girl, probably wanted a romantic evening and she's left with a twat tryna stick his hands up her clothes with no happy birthday or nothin'..."

Jamie hits his head on his locker mumbling something profane under his breath, but doesn't fight back.

"What am I gunna do?"

"Personally I'd start with sorry but," Roy held his hands up, "but what the fuck do I know?"

"Do you think she's gone to Greece?"

"Why the fuck do you keep going on about Greece? You know what, I don't care, don't answer that. Now get out of here and tell her you're an idiot and beg on your knees for her forgiveness."

"C'mon grandpa, help me out, what do I say?"

"I'll help you out by letting you leave training and by not telling Beard what you've done, far as I'm concerned that's already two favours." Roy laughs again, "ou, Beard's gunna kill you."

"Why does everyone keep saying that?" Jamie is still leaned against the locker, back arched like a noodle.

"Because she's the sweetest thing, and you're a prick."

"Yeah, all right, that's true."

When Jamie finally gets home, he's relieved that your shoes are still there by the door, which means you probably haven't left him.

Although, being in the house he's acutely aware of how dangerous the situation is. He fucked up so badly and now he has to fix it before you realize you deserve someone more thoughtful, attentive.

Fuck that, he could be thoughtful and attentive. And he would be, he'd get better at it. He never wanted to hurt you like this again, he should've flown you somewhere (not Greece) even just for the weekend. He should've had a tower of presents waiting for you, he should've brought you dancing, fuck, he should've said happy fucking birthday.

It's nearly noon, and he finds you still tucked into bed, not sleeping but not up either. He doesn't know what to say, he's never been good with words. So he just climbs into bed with you, slowly shifting over to your side of the bed, where he can wrap an arm around your waist and pull you tight against him.

He sighs into your hair, the smell of your shampoo giving him comfort he doesn't deserve.

"I'm so sorry, love," he whispers, "you deserved better on your birthday, and I fucked it up so badly."

You don't say anything, just roll around to face him, noses bumping against each other. You look over his face, his sad, pouty little face, and it's hard to stay mad at him, but he hurt you. He let you down.

"Happy Birthday, my love."

"I spent it all by myself," you whisper back, unable to stop yourself from tearing up, and it cracks Jamie's heart right down the middle, severing it perfectly into halves.

"I'm sorry, baby," he says, pulling you closer as you cry into his shoulder. "There's no excuses, I've never been really good at the romantic side of things, you know? But I try with you, harder than I've ever tried, and I messed this one up but next year, oh you're not ready for how good your birthday is gunna be next year, I won't be doing this ever again, I promise. And I'm going to throw you something extra good next weekend, a big party with all of our friends, yeah? And then we'll take a holiday, anywhere you want to go in the whole world." Jamie thinks for a second. "But not Greece."

You laugh for a second, "why not Greece?"

"Because you were gunna leave me and go to Greece, Bosslady said so."

You decide not to question it. "I've always wanted to go to Vienna."

"Then I'll take you there."

"But I don't want you to think you can just take me somewhere and I'm going to just forget how badly it hurt to be forgotten."

"I don't think that, love, I don't. If you could see the inside of me mind you'd know how sorry I am. Hurting you is the worst thing I can do and I did it, I'm not trying to buy your forgiveness, I want to take you on a holiday because you deserve a boyfriend who plans something well romantic for your birthday, and I would prefer if that boyfriend was me."

You snuggled closer into him, "imagine how bad you're gunna feel when I give you the best birthday ever and you'd forgotten mine."

He groaned, wrapping his arms even tighter around you. "You're killin' me, love." He kisses your forehead three times fast. "Baby, I really am so sorry."

"I know you are Jamie," you said, "can we get cake and watch a movie?"

"Oh my God! You didn't even get a cake," he whines, threading his fingers into your hair and pulling you into a tight hug, smooshing your face against his chest. "Tell me what kind you want and I'll go get you a cake, any cake." Jamie sighs, "Here's what we're going to do, you are gunna lay here while I set up a nice bath for you, then you are gunna relax and soak in there while I run to the store and then we are gunna make a pillow fort in the living room and have the worlds coziest movie night, okay?"

"That sounds perfect, baby."

"Why didn't we do this last weekend?" Beard asked, sitting next to Ted at the bar, late birthday party in full swing at a pub Jamie rented out. Jamie had taken it all very seriously, decorated it, bought a second, huge birthday cake, and invited everyone from the team and all your friends. "Birthday was like over a week ago now, he do somethin' special for lil Princess?"

"Oh no, this is an 'I'm sorry' birthday party, Rebecca told me he forgot and now he's making it up to her, now he's even got a whole romantic trip to Vienna planned and everything," Ted says.

"He what!?"

"Ohhhh boy, I sure didn't think about that one," Ted says, looking into his cup like something entertaining was happening in there.

"He's running laps til his feet bleed," Beard says, gripping his beer so tightly Ted thinks it might burst in his hand.

"Oh what's that? I think I just heard Roy call me over, maybe he needs... I'm gunna go over there."

When Ted scurries away, Beard keeps white knuckling his drink, talking to know one when he says, "I might break that boy's leg."

[sturnioz]

https://www.tumblr.com/sturnioz/762637555496812544/hear-me-out-because-shyreader-is-over-alll-the

To go with this

Reader and chris are at a party and Chris has to go talk to someone about selling shit and reader is just sat on the couch alone freaking out in till Matt and Nate see her and go sit with her to make sure she ok (Matt and Nate yell at Chris’s for leaving her alone after)

"stay here, yeah? don't move," chris murmurs in your ear, his breath warm against your cheek, his grip firm and possessive on your shoulder. "m'serious, alright? jus' need to go talk to someone. i'll be back."

you open your mouth to respond, but the words refuse to come out, caught in the tightness of your throat as he gives your shoulder a squeeze before rising from the couch, his frame silhouetted against the pulsing lights of the party as he runs a hand through his messy hair, pushing through the crowded living-room.

the moment he's gone, a wave of discomfort crashes over you. alone and surrounded by a sea of unfamiliar faces, your anxiety is spiked — your hearts racing, thudding wildly in your chest while your thoughts spiral into chaos.

you sink deeper into the plush cushions of the couch, hoping they might swallow you up and help you disappear. the music around you blurs into words you struggle to understand, and the laughter and conversations you hear mould into one and becomes suffocating, amplifying your panic.

"hey, ki��� woah.. eaaasy," a voice suddenly cuts through the noises, jolting you from your spiralling thoughts. you look up, startled, to find nate and matt standing beside the couch, concern and curiosity written across their expressions. nate flops down beside you while matt quietly settles in on the other side, the former's voice calm and steady as he continues, "y'good? why're you alone?"

"where's chris?" matt asks next, cutting through your fog of anxiety before you can even muster a response to nate.

the answers to both questions feel trapped, tangled in your throat, and you struggle to form words.

sensing your distress, matt places an open bottle of water in your trembling hands, guiding it toward your mouth. you squeeze the plastic between your fingers as you take a few cautious sips, the chilled water flowing down your throat, soothing the tightness and helping you regain your breath.

"y'know..." nate drawls, lounging back comfortably on the couch, adjusting the brim of his cap. "if i ever get big rich — like m'talkin' win all the money in the world — m'gonna buy a house boat."

you blink, a little taken aback by the sudden confession, and your eyebrows nit together in confusion as you stare at him, the panic momentarily forgotten. "you mean.. like a boathouse?"

"nah.. like a house boat." nate insists.

"the house is already attached to the boat?" you ask, your curiosity piqued. you barely feel matt's fingers gently press against your hands, guiding the water bottle back to your lips for another sip, ensuring you stay hydrated and centred.

"like a house on water, y'know?" nate grins. "gonna buy me a biiig one of those."

you swallow the water in your mouth, "why?"

"i just need a house boat."

"but why?" matt asks this time, tilting his head slightly as he studies nate.

"bro, think about it.. i can travel anywhere i want and stay in the comfort of my own home. why wouldn't you want one?"

matt hums lowly, nodding slowly as his gaze drifts over to you for a moment, noticing that your panic has subsided due to nate successfully grabbing your undivided attention.

satisfied, matt takes a sip from his beer and glances over the rim at chris, who returns back, a wad of cash clutched in his hand.

"you're a fuckin' idiot," matt mouths quietly, and chris rolls his eyes in response, shoving the cash hastily into his pocket.

"was watchin' her the entire time, kid — was across the fuckin' room," chris shoots back defensively as he curls his hand around your arm and pulls you up from the couch to sit between matt and nate before he draws you down onto his lap.

you barely register the shift, still engrossed by nate's house boat conversation, but you do sink back into a familiar chest, getting comfortable and feeling more at ease as you continue to listen to nate's rambling.

[writeriguess]

this is like really specific but can you do eijiro from mha x fem reader and theyre bsfs but theyre like rly tight and everyone ships them and one night theyre in the common room and r super tired and end up deciding to stay there and cuddle tg (or something. idrk how it would work but i wanna cuddle w eiji..) and then like maybe they get caught at the end? idk writers freedom. thank you!!

Warmth in the Common Room

The common room was quiet, save for the low hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen and the occasional crackle from the fireplace. It was late—way too late—but you and Eijiro had lost track of time, as you always did when it was just the two of you.

"Alright, alright," you mumbled through a yawn, stretching your arms over your head before flopping dramatically onto the couch. "I'm calling it. I’m officially dead."

Eijiro laughed, his voice warm and rich. "Nah, c'mon, you got more in you than that," he teased, nudging your leg with his foot as he sat cross-legged on the floor in front of you. His red hair was a little messy, and his usual energy had dimmed into something softer, sleepier.

You groaned. "Nope. Gone. Brain melted. I am but a shell of a person."

He grinned, resting his arms on the coffee table. "That’s tragic. Guess I'll have to carry you to bed."

You cracked an eye open. "You would do that."

"Duh," he said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "You're my best friend. Plus, you're tiny. Barely even a workout."

You gasped in mock offense. "Excuse me! I am a perfectly average height."

"Yeah, if average means short."

You flicked a pillow at him, which he caught with ease, laughing. But the movement drained what little energy you had left, and with another sigh, you curled onto your side, pressing your cheek against the couch cushion.

It was peaceful like this. The kind of quiet that only existed when it was just the two of you. It wasn't the first time you'd stayed up talking about everything and nothing, but tonight, exhaustion was settling deep in your bones, and you didn’t have it in you to move.

Eijiro let out a long sigh, tilting his head back against the couch. "Man, I'm beat."

"Then sit down," you mumbled, patting the empty space next to you.

He hesitated for a second before shifting up onto the couch, sitting beside you. His warmth radiated through the fabric of his sweatpants, and something about it made you want to burrow closer.

Your eyes fluttered shut. "Mm. You're comfy."

Eijiro chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. "You’re just saying that ‘cause you're half asleep."

"Am not," you grumbled. "You're all warm and solid and—" A yawn cut off your words, and you tucked your arms closer to yourself.

A beat of silence passed before he murmured, "You wanna, uh, I dunno… just stay here?"

Your brain was too sluggish to process what he was actually asking. "Here?"

"Yeah. Just for a bit. I mean, if you wanna crash, I could stay, too. Keep you company."

Your lips curved in a lazy smile. "That’s cute, Eiji."

He groaned, face turning pink. "Forget it. I'm gonna—"

You grabbed his wrist before he could move. "No, no, I wanna. Stay." You blinked up at him, your fingers wrapped loosely around his. "Stay?"

His eyes softened, the hesitance melting away. "Yeah," he said quietly. "Okay."

You scooted over, making space for him to lay down next to you. There wasn’t much room, so you ended up pressed close, his arm tucked beneath your head like a pillow. The heat of his body seeped into yours, his slow, steady breaths lulling you into something close to sleep.

His voice was barely a whisper. "You good?"

You hummed in response, shifting just enough to rest your forehead against his collarbone. His heart thumped steadily beneath your cheek.

Eijiro let out a slow exhale. "Everyone's gonna lose their minds if they see us like this."

You grinned sleepily. "Let 'em."

For a while, neither of you spoke. You just existed, wrapped up in warmth and exhaustion, his fingertips tracing absentminded circles against your back. Maybe it was the sleep deprivation, or maybe it was just him, but you felt safer like this than you had in a long time.

You were half-asleep when you heard it.

A stifled gasp.

Then a whisper—loud enough to break through the quiet:

"I knew it!"

Your eyes snapped open. Standing in the doorway, eyes wide and victorious, was Mina.

Behind her, Kaminari had his hands clapped over his mouth to contain his laughter, and Sero was nudging Bakugo—who looked so unbelievably done with all of this—like he'd just witnessed the biggest scandal of the year.

Eijiro groaned, burying his face against your hair. "Oh, come on."

Mina grinned like she’d just won the lottery. "This is the best day of my life."

You sighed, resigning yourself to your fate. You knew this would happen eventually.

And honestly?

It was worth it.

[cxvii666]

denki kaminari and his raging mommy kink

mdni 😴

- it started out as a joke. you already knew that he had a teeny tiny praise kink and, because your boyfriend is so insanely chronically online he'd call u mommy over text from time to time

- like a "thank you mommy 😝" or a "MOMMY ANSWER 😡" but that was just a joke, he never expected it to backfire on him the way it did

- but the first time you referred to yourself as mommy marked the beginning of the end for him.

you were about to go out with your friends, dressed to the fucking nines, and you looked fucking good. you hadn't gone out out in a while so it was nice to dress up. and you were having a good hair day, AND your skin was glowing. you look and feel goood but, your little boyfriend denki accosts you before you can make it to the door. all pouty and frowning that your friends weren't letting him crash girls night, again. and later he'll blame you, and the way you smelt so fucking delicious, cos he whined as you deflected his attempt to turn your small goodbye peck into a full makeout sesh.

no, instead you had grabbed him by the hair, pulled his mouth off of yours, and whispered smoothly with your eyes trained on him, "mommy will be back soon, ok."

- even then you were making a joke, y'know, like mocking his stupid sense of humor, but denki fucking spiralled. not even an hour later you had to silence your notifications, because your stupid little boyfriend was blowing up your phone with pictures of him fucking his fist, leaky cock, super wet and messy style, captioned " look what you did to meeee ☹️🥺"

- and he's dramatic as fuck. he likes to act like he doesn't like it but all he really wants is for you to hold him down and jerk him for what he's worth, passed the first nut, passed the second orgasm, he wants you to keep going and going and "use me mommy, please use me." until he's writhing. and twitching, and shaking, and there's tears rolling down his face, and all the cum has been wrenched out his cock

- buuuut he's not just a bottom. he will admit most of the time you are in charge, but ugh 😩 there was this one time...

you had come back from work fucking exhausted and insanely stressed out. it was one those days that dragged on so horribly and you had just wanted to get home, put your feet up, and relax. luckily you have your silly little boyfriend who's always willing to relax his mommy. "you just lay back and i'll make you feel good, that's what good boys are for, right mommy?"

and he fucked you dumb that day. your face smushed into the mattress, his hips jackhammering into yours, as he lost his mind in your tight wet cunt for hours, babbling about how the best mommies deserve the best boys and how he was gonna fuck you so full, make you feel so good, and he did. you woke up the next morning deliciously sore with him laying on your chest, and your gentle praises and the way you were playing with his hair oh so softly, stirred him right back up.

- back to his insane praise kink. the first time a good boy slipped out of your mouth he was halfway inside you. he had been holding his weight ontop of you but his elbows caved in with the shock and he flopped down onto your chest, pink flush all the way down to his shoulders, dick spasming. after apologising for momentarily crushing your body he looked at you with those wide bambi eyes of his, "am i doing a good job? tell me i'm doing a good job, please, tell me i'm being a good boy" always with the "i need it, i need it, i need it, i need it-"

- please tell him he's doing good before he starts crying orrrrrr don't tell him he's doing good because you can't because you're too fucked out to form actual words and just mewl and whine his name instead.

all in all, your dynamic is hella switchy, and you're perfect little perverts made for each other.

[w0rmss]

Hi! Would you write a smut oneshot of Bruce Wayne just playing with reader’s clit for his own amusement? I feel like he would 100% trace his name with his tongue ahhh

He would he so so would and thank you for the request

Tw: orgasm denial oral(f) slight sub/dom use off baby girl and nicknames like that afab reader

Enjoy

Bruce had been between your thighs for hours. His hands keeping your legs open to the point your hips hurt. A puddle had formed under you from how wet you were between your arousal and his saliva. "Bruce." You whine trying to push his head away. He laughed which only made the sensation worse. "What baby girl to much... you can take it." The billionaire goes right back to his meal faster than before.

Your back arches when his tongue finds your clit. "Fuck fuck fuck." You squeak let's pushing against his hands to close. Then you realise, the mother fucker his writing his name with his tongue. Not just burce but his full fucking name. Bruce Thomas Wayne. "Bruce please." You whine grinding your face against his nose. He just hums around your clit, the vibrations sending pleasure through you. You're so close to the point you start seeing stars. Then he stops.

You shoot up and glare at him. "Bruce!" The man just smirks and kisses your inner thigh. "What pretty baby... what do you want. Tell me." He continues to litter your thigh in kisses occasionally kissing your puffy overstimulated bud. "I I... mmmm." You flop back on the bed and grumble. "I wanna cum." "What was that pretty girl?" Bruce gives your clit a hard suck causing you to gasp. "What do you want gorgeous." He asks again sterner this time, and your slightly embarrassed to admit, it's hot. "I wanna cum... please." That's all Bruce wanted.

The man dove head first into your core lapping up all the juices and sucking your clit like it was his job. Your legs clamped around his head and your hands pulled at his dark hair to bring him closer. Soon your orgasms crashed over you amd Bruce's expert lounge helped you ride out ever last wave. "Oh fuck." You whine your breath coming out in gasps as bruce licks up every last drop like a dehydrated man. "Happy baby." He kisses up your body to your lips so you can taste yourself off his tongue. "Very." You hum into his lips. "Good cause I'm not done with you." He grinds his hard cock into your overstimulated pussy and you know it's gonna be a long night.

Hope you guys enjoyed. I love Bruce so much it's not funny.

Anyways keep requesting please I'll get to them eventually thank you so much

[zeroseuniverse]

Locked Out

Word Count:815 Summary:"Me crashing here all the time." she shifted, pulling her knees up. "You never say no." Pairing: Jaemin X Fem reader

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The first time it happened, Jaemin thought it was a joke.

The knock came late—too late for casual visitors but not late enough for emergencies. He had half a mind to ignore it, curled up under his blankets with his laptop propped on his knees, an unfinished drama episode playing at low volume.

But then the knock came again, more insistent. With a sigh, he shoved his laptop aside and swung his legs off the bed, padding toward the door.

When he cracked it open, he found her standing there, arms wrapped around herself, bouncing on her heels like the hallway tiles were made of ice.

"Hey, neighbor," she chirped, way too chipper for someone standing in a dimly lit corridor past midnight. "So, funny thing—"

Jaemin blinked slowly, already exhausted. "You're locked out."

"Again." she sighed dramatically, rocking back on her heels. "My door jammed, and my landlord said he can’t send anyone until morning. So…" she trailed off, offering him an awkward grin. "Can I crash here?"

Jaemin stared at her, then down the hallway as if hoping a better solution would magically appear. But all he saw was the flickering light above her door, the one she always complained about.

With another sigh, he stepped aside. "Shoes off at the door. Don’t touch my stuff."

She beamed. "You’re the best, Jaemin!"

"Yeah, yeah," he muttered, already regretting it.

The second time, Jaemin opened the door before she even knocked.

"Come in," he said flatly, shuffling back inside.

She blinked. "Wait, how did you—"

"You have a pattern." He flopped onto the couch, grabbing a pillow and hugging it to his chest. "If you pause outside my door for three seconds and sigh twice, it means you're locked out. If you curse under your breath, it means you forgot something inside."

Her jaw dropped. "You listen for that?"

Jaemin didn’t even look at her. "Your voice carries."

She huffed but stepped inside anyway, toeing off her shoes. His apartment was tidy, minimalistic—black and gray furniture, a single potted plant struggling for survival, and the faint scent of fabric softener clinging to the air.

She plopped onto the couch. "I think this means we’re officially friends now."

Jaemin scoffed. "No, it means I’m officially your unpaid locksmith."

"Mm. I like my version better."

By the fourth time, he stopped pretending to be annoyed.

They had both fallen into a routine. Jaemin would open the door, mumble a sarcastic comment, and she'd pretend she wasn't imposing. Sometimes, she brought snacks as a peace offering. Other times, he threw a blanket at her before disappearing into his room, muttering something about how she should just make a spare key already.

But tonight was different.

She sat on the couch with him, a half-eaten bag of chips between them, the remnants of some random movie playing in the background. Neither of them were really watching.

"Do you really not mind?" she asked suddenly.

Jaemin glanced at her, mid-chew. "What?"

"Me crashing here all the time." she shifted, pulling her knees up. "You never say no."

He swallowed, looking back at the screen. "You’re not that annoying."

She nudged his arm playfully. "I'll take that as a compliment."

Jaemin smirked but didn’t argue.

The silence between her wasn’t awkward anymore. It was… comfortable. Like you belonged here.

And maybe, just maybe, Jaemin was starting to think so too.

By the seventh time, she woke up in his bed.

Not in a scandalous way.

She barely remembered falling asleep, exhaustion pulling her under sometime during the late-night movie. But when she opened her eyes, she wasn't on the couch—she  was under warm blankets, her head resting against a pillow that smelled distinctly like Jaemin.

She turned, blinking in the morning light. Jaemin sat on the floor beside the bed, scrolling through his phone like this was completely normal.

She croaked, "…Did you put me here?"

Jaemin didn’t look up. "You were drooling on my couch. It was disgusting."

She snorted. "Wow. Chivalry isn’t dead."

"You’re welcome." He finally met her gaze, something unreadable flickering in his eyes before he quickly looked away. "Neck pain isn’t cute."

Something about his words made her heart do a weird little flip. She sat up slowly, the blankets pooling around her. "Jaemin…"

He hummed.

"You like me."

Jaemin froze.

A beat of silence passed.

Then he scoffed, running a hand through his already messy hair. "Took you long enough to notice."

She grinned, barely able to contain the warmth spreading through her chest. "You could’ve just said so, you know."

Jaemin rolled his eyes, but the tips of his ears were so red. "Shut up and go back to sleep."

And when he climbed onto the bed beside her—because technically it was his bed—she didn’t move away.

Jaemin didn’t either.

After all, locked doors had a funny way of leading to open hearts.

[forestshadow-wolf]

Don't be brash. Don't be flashy. And don't show off.

That's what Price explicitly told soap before he went in. It was a crude operation. An illegal cage fight organization that was a front for making off the books deals. They had been monitoring an HVT for months, he comes around for one night every couple weeks. Intel says he's supposed to be here tonight.

And now soap's here. And it's been a long night. With more still ahead of him.

In the not so hindsight it wasn't so weird to send him in. He used to get into only too many fights before Ghost held his collar, and even more so before Price leashed him. He could spar Ghost on the mats for hours on end. So it was quite befitting to have him locked in a fight cage circling with beasts bigger than Ghost, and crowds louder than a circus.

As he circled a monster of a man broader than him, taller than him, meaner looking than him, he felt it almost reminiscent of the first time he met price. His hair too, longer than it should have been. Overconfident but with fire to spare. Only last time ended with a dislocated knee and fractured patella, and Price was telling him he'd take care of him if he could only pull his head out of his ass. And this time Price had let him off his leash as he sidestepped the blow that would have put him on the ground, and was swinging bloody fists into flesh. The bell dinged as his opponent fell.

His fists were bloody, his face was bleeding, his ribs were bruised, and sweat had his hair flopping on his forehead, but the crowd cheered louder as he leaned against the chains caging him in. And Ghost came up beside him as they cleaned his dome and went in search of another contestant.

"Price and Gaz have eyes on the HVT. How much you got left in you?" He didn't flinch when Ghost came up from his blindspot.

"How long do you need?" He muttered, not looking at the man.

"Make it an hour and I give you a reward. Hour and a half and I'll make it better."

Oh?

How soap did love a good treat.

"Break a glass when you want me to throw." It would pain him deep in his soul to throw the match, but probably not as much as the blow to take him out.

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He had no idea how long I'd been, he'd stopped keeping track a long time ago. Stopped noticing faces. But he must've pummled half a dozen men, at some point between talking to Ghost and they following fight, he'd accrued a group of challengers.

He was facing a big bloke, but hardly the biggest. Long since had the burn set into his muscles, but adrenaline dulled his aches to the buzz of excitement.

A crash and a commotion outside the cage.

That's his cue. He threw a right hook, too it clow in the redraw. It was good contact, but hardly the best. His opponent feigned an obvious left and he compensated, but only just too slow. It rattled his brain, and disorientation made him too slow to block the blows to his ribs. He let himself go down after that.

The bell dinged, and he made no attempt to push the assists off him as they dragged him out of the cage.

Ghost took him under the shoulder, and helped him through the pulsing, dizzying crowd. People were touching him, screaming, slapping him on the back. He collected his spoils, but they needed to get out. They had the package, and he was going to crash soon.

His eye was starting to swell shut, blood smeared his face, his knuckles were split and ugly, his ribs, arms, legs were all turning with bruises. The adrenaline trickled from his system and the colors and sprains and breaks began to throb and ache. He let Ghost take more of his weight the further they got.

[layzfy]

CONNECTED - a late night call with yjw

SYNOPSIS:

wc. 1.7k+ fluff gn! reader — 심야 전화 after a first date with your childhood best friend yang jungwon, he decides that his time with you today isn't over after a phone call and makes his way over to you, like he always does. bookshelf

메모: might have some plot holes... wrote this in like 2 hours with a nesquik bowl in my hands so please excuse the abuse of commas and adjectives ... i'll edit this later

To be honest, Jungwon has been missing you like the warmth of a cozy blanket on a frosty night ever since he dropped you off at your house after your date about five hours ago. Despite his best efforts to mask his nerves during the evening, he knows how fortunate he is to have his childhood best friend—someone he has been in love with secretly for years—agree to go out with him, making him nervous to ruin that chance with a simple mistake.

Now, sprawled across his bed in soft, rumpled pajamas, a faint glow from his phone illuminates his face as he thinks back on the night. Memories of your soft hair dancing playfully in the breeze fill his mind, along with the enchanting sparkle in your eyes when he surprised you with your favorite snack from the store. Every time he made you laugh, he felt his heart thud with joy, each beat echoing a sweet reminder of what you mean to him. The thoughts swirl in his head like a maelstrom, driving him to the brink of madness.

He lets out a heavy sigh, flopping his arm onto the cool, inviting bed sheets while his phone dims in his grasp. He gazes up at the darkened ceiling, the dim moonlight spilling through the window and painting his room in soft, silvery hues. Should he dare to call you? Would it seem too forward? The night is still young, and given your unpredictable sleep habits, you might still be awake. The notion sends a wave of uncertainty crashing over him. It’s not like things would be different now just because they had been on a date, right? A mental pep talk ensues, reassuring him that he shouldn’t allow the nerves of a “silly date” to reign over him.

But then there's the undeniable fact that he is indeed nervous—his heart races, and his hands tremble slightly as he hovers his finger over your contact’s call button.

With determination, he finally presses the call button, catching a glimpse at the time ticking away at the top of his screen: 1:35 AM. Instant doubt creeps in; is it too late to call you? Would you even pick up? The ringing reverberates through the silence of his room, and a wave of frustration washes over him as he contemplates hanging up. What was he thinking? Surely, you wouldn’t answer at this hour.

Just as he prepares to surrender, he hears the soft rustle of movement on the other end.

“Hey, Wonnie…” you greet him in a hushed, sleepy voice, yet the warmth in your tone is unmistakable. “What’s up? It’s kinda late, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, I know," Jungwon replies, forcing his voice to remain steady amid the anxious flutter in his chest. "I was just thinking about our date and how much fun I had.”

A soft giggle emanates from the phone, its sweetness washing over him. “Me too! I still can’t believe you bought me one of those ridiculously overpriced snacks.”

“Hey, seeing you smile like that? Totally worth it,” he retorts, unable to suppress the immense grin spreading across his face. "Besides, they were your favorites! How could I resist?"

The sound of you shuffling in your bed carries through the phone, igniting a slight flutter in his stomach. He envisions you all snug in your own bed, perhaps wrapped tightly in a warm blanket, the night wrapping around you in a calming embrace. “What are you up to now?” he asks, hoping to keep the warmth of the conversation glowing between you.

“Just trying to wind down, but honestly, my mind is still buzzing from all the fun,” you reply, your voice weaving through the cozy space of the call. “It’s hard to fall asleep after such a great night.”

Jungwon inhales deeply, the words flowing from his lips cautiously. “Same here… You know,” he hesitates, the moment tinged with a hint of nostalgia, “I’ve been really missing you since I dropped you off.”

A silent pause settles, and he wonders if he might have overstepped. But then you soften the moment, your voice barely above a whisper. “I’ve been missing you too. I didn’t want the night to end.”

At that, Jungwon feels his heart swell with warmth, a rush of affection flooding through him. “Really? I thought I was being dramatic.”

“Not at all. I just… really enjoy being with you, Jungwon,” you confess, your words enveloping him like a soothing melody in the quiet between you.

His heart races, and he fidgets with the edge of his blanket, an idea bubbling up from somewhere deep within. “Uh… I have an idea, but you might not like it,” he says, uncertainty lacing his tone as nostalgic memories wash over him like a familiar tide.

“What is it?” you ask, your curiosity piqued, a hint of delight coloring your voice.

He takes another steadying breath as a familiar playfulness returns. “Remember how we used to sneak out and break into each other’s houses when we were kids? Just to hang out late at night?”

A soft laugh escapes you, and he can practically envision the mischievous smirk dancing on your lips. “Oh my god, how could I forget that? You were always the one climbing through my window!”

“Well,” he starts, his cheeks warming with excitement, “what if I sneak into your house now? Just like old times? We could hang out, talk, be a little reckless like we used to.”

A heartbeat of silence stretches between you, his anticipation mounting as you process the bold suggestion. “Are you serious?” Your tone brims with a mix of exhilaration and disbelief. “What if my parents see you?” “Honestly, it’s worth the risk if I can spend some more time with you,” he replies, a hint of mischief in his voice.

"I don't know, Jungwon, it's really risky—" You were about to dive deeper into your concerns when his voice cut through your thoughts.

“Okay, I’ll be there in five!” His excitement was palpable, a rush of energy even through the phone. You could practically picture him shuffling around on the other end.

“Wait—Jungwon—” you started to protest, but by the time you glanced at your screen, the call was over. You sighed, staring at your lock screen in resignation. This guy was going to be the death of you someday.

You set your phone down on the bed and burrowed into your blanket, the warmth wrapping around you like a cozy cocoon. It almost lulled you to sleep, but you knew you had to stay awake to let him in. With a reluctant groan, you pushed yourself up.

Your heart raced as you slid out of bed, glancing out into the familiar street. Memories flooded back—the reason Jungwon had never gotten caught sneaking into your room when you were kids. Your houses were barely a block apart, making it easy for him to come and go undetected. Plus, your room was right next to a sturdy tree that served as his personal ladder.

Lost in nostalgia, you suddenly caught sight of bleached blond hair vaulting over your backyard fence. Jungwon scaled the tree with impressive agility, seemingly relishing the climb.

Quickly, you opened your window and couldn’t help but smile at his antics. He maneuvered through the branches with the confidence of someone who had practiced this for years.

“Hey…” you whispered, grinning as he landed on the branch beside your window. He mirrored your smile, his eyes dancing with mischief, and you stepped back to invite him in.

“Hey, I made it!” he said, trying—and failing—to sound casual as he scanned your room.

You chuckled softly at his giddy enthusiasm. “You’re insane, you know that?” Your voice was filled with excitement, despite the words.

“Well, I couldn’t miss hanging out with you,” he replied with a cheeky wink before effortlessly slipping inside. Without a second thought, he closed the window behind him and turned to you, arms wide open.

You stepped into his embrace, wrapping your arms around him, feeling the warmth radiating off his body. It felt so comforting, and you breathed in his familiar scent. “I missed you,” you murmured against his shoulder.

“Me too,” he replied, pulling back just enough to meet your eyes, his gaze softening. “You look so cozy.”

“Because I am,” you admitted, a little shy. “I was winding down for bed, but now… I’m not so sure I can sleep.”

Jungwon chuckled and, without warning, took your hand, leading you to the bed. “How about we just hang out for a bit? You can tell me how tired you are while I take up all the space,” he teased, flopping dramatically onto your bed.

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t contain a soft laugh as you settled next to him. “Okay, fine, but once I lay down, I might just fall asleep,” you warned, stretching out beside him. The bed felt too inviting against your will.

“Good thing I’m here to keep you awake!” he exclaimed, inching closer and propping himself up on one elbow to look at you. “You can’t sleep on me just yet.”

You tried to protest, but the weight of your eyelids was a betrayal. “Jungwon, I’m serious. I’m really sleepy,” you said, your voice softer now, almost dreamy.

He smiled indulgently, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “Then just close your eyes for a bit, but I’ll keep talking. I promise.”

With a small nod, you nestled your head against his shoulder, his warmth enveloping you like a safety blanket. The fabric of his pajamas brushed against your skin, a comfortable reminder of his presence.

A few minutes passed, and you felt yourself surrendering to the pull of sleep. Just as your eyelids grew heavy, Jungwon’s voice broke the peaceful silence. “You know, I wish I could freeze this moment forever.”

Surprise flickered within you as you looked up. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, nights like this with you? They’re my favorite,” he confessed, and your heart swelled at his words. You opened your mouth to respond, but the heaviness of your eyelids was intoxicating, making it hard to stay awake so you just hum in response.

“Okay, fine. I guess I’ll just… close my eyes for a minute,” you mumbled, finally giving in to the soothing allure of sleep.

“Sweet dreams,” he whispered, and as you drifted off, you felt the comforting weight of his arm around you, holding you close, his fingers brushing through your hair making everything feel just right.

[lafawnii]

୨୧ ｡ ｡ ｡ㅤ RED CHEEKS

❛❛ 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝗅𝗎𝗌𝗁 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗋𝖾𝗍 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗅𝗍𝗒 ❜❜

엔하 막내 & fem!reader 5OO fluff reactions non-idol au ; established relationship, shy shy shy reader, teasing maknaez ── LiBRARY

SUNOO

sunoo loved the way you blushed easily, sometimes teasing you on purpose just to bring that pink hue to your cheeks.

he walked into the kitchen as you tried to cook some breakfast, his sharp eyes observing every little movement you made.

"you're so cute when you're all concentrated like that" he commented with a sly smile. your hands faltered for a moment, and you glanced at him with wide eyes. “what...?” you murmured, cheeks already starting to burn.

“oh, there it is” he pointed at your reddening cheeks, grinning ear to ear. “sunoo, stop...” you whined, covering your face with your hands.

“no, don’t hide it, it's okay” he walked over, gently pulling your hands down with a loving smile, making your heart race even more when you finally looked at him. “you’re so mean...” you muttered, but the corners of your lips betrayed you with a small smile. he just laughed softly, wrapping you in his arms.

JUNGWON

jungwon had always been playful, and your shyness and rosy cheeks were something he found irresistibly endearing.

you were sitting beside him on the couch, focused on a movie. meanwhile, he wasn't even paying attention, looking at your face instead and leaning closer.

"so, you like the movie?" he began with a smirk, waiting for your reaction. you turned to him, nodding, but immediately regretted it when you noticed how close his face was to yours. your cheeks flushed bright pink, and you quickly looked away.

“there it is” he chuckled proudly, propping his chin on his hand, enjoying the cute spectacle. “stop teasing me” you mumbled, covering your face. “but why? you’re so cute i could melt” he continued, his voice filled with warmth. you remained silent, earning an amused sigh from jungwon "alright, i'll be nice"

"promise?" you peeked out from between your fingers. jungwon’s expression softened and he only laughed, quickly pulling you into a hug.

NI-KI

ni-ki was a natural troublemaker, and your tendency to blush easily was like his favorite thing to trigger.

the two of you were playing a video game, ending in him obviously winning. he leaned back, stretching dramatically as you complained softly about losing. “i would let you win” he said casually “but i enjoy seeing that cute pout of yours more”

“i’m not pouting” you shot back, though your cheeks were already turning pink from his teasing. "not only that" he continued mercilessly, a knowing smirk appearing on his lips "now you’re blushing too"

“ni-ki!” you exclaimed, flustered, but it only made him laugh. “what? just being honest” he said, leaning closer. you retreated from his bold approach, flopping down on the couch to hide your face in the pillow.

“why do you always hide? nothing wrong with being a little shy” he gently pulled you up again, ruffling your hair before crashing you into a tight hug.

© ʜᴏᴏɴꜱɪᴛᴀ

[bonny-kookoo]

Jungkook

(Oh My) Bunny-Baby 🔞

In which Jungkook had long lost hope to find someone sweet as you.

Tags/Warnings: Bunny Hybrid!Jungkook, Bunny Hybrid!Reader, strangers to lovers, major fluff, romance, Flirting, they're in love, also very horny towards the end oops, car sex, sloppy handjob, lots of... fluids, squirting aka champagne confetti wink wink, multiple orgasms, some aftercare?, idk it's something

Length: oneshot, I'll count later

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"Come on in- just, be a little quiet, I've got my new coworker over." Jimin chuckles, making Jungkook look at him scandalized- since Jimin, technically, has a girlfriend.

"Ah no, not like that." He waves off, walking in after they both taken off their shoes. "A waterpipe broke in her bedroom, so now she's crashing on my couch for the time being." He explains, putting a finger to his lips as they enter the living room area, where Jungkook spots your body underneath a blanket, clearly asleep.

What peaks his attention though, are the very obvious bunny ears on your head, only partially covered by your hair.

Bunny hybrids aren't common at all, nowadays, due to them ending up mixing with humans more often than not- so much so, that until now, Jungkook has never met another 'pure' bunny hybrid of the opposite sex before, ever. "Just sit down there- she sleeps like a rock, so don't worry too much about waking her." Jimin laughs, easily sitting down in a seat across from where you sleep, while Jungkook carefully takes the spot next to where your head is resting. From here, he's got an even better view of you- and you're just.. so cute.

Though he feels himself short-circuiting the moment you move, nose scrunching up a bit as you move your leg, blanket now slipping a little to reveal the softest looking bunny tail he's ever seen. That, combined with your ear twitching while you dream, makes him wonder about things he never really thought of before. He absentmindedly reaches to touch his own ear, trying to see if they're just as soft as yours look. Are they? He's not sure. He's so close to you he could just see for himself, especially when you move a little more, head leaning against his thigh, ears laying over it- but he knows how much he hates having his ears touched constantly, so he doesn't.

That would just be rude.

"Do you know a cheap place where she can stay? Sine my partner is a wolf hybrid, you know.." Jimin wonders, sighing. "Here, that's the sketches by the way." He offers, giving a few papers to Jungkook who takes them. "Oh! Or, since you're both the same species, maybe she could stay with you? You still have the pull-out couch right?"

"Yeah!" Jungkook answers, while you seem to finally wake up, slowly sitting upright, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes.

"Great!" Jimin misunderstands the rabbit boy's answer. "Hey, bunny? Jungkookie over here has an empty couch you can stay on." He tells you, who's ears slowly stand up, before you look over at the shoulder of the other bunny hybrid- head slowly lifting to look at the wide open eyes of the buck next to you. "He's easy to be around, don't worry." Jimin jokes.

"Oh?" You wonder, noticing Jungkook's black ears turned towards you as well, giving you all information you need for the moment. "Tha's nice of you." You slur sleepily, yawning before you stretch. "Thank you." You smile, and Jungkook is officially without any brain activity at all for the moment.

Especially when you lean your head to the side a bit, ears flopping over, still clearly drowsy from sleep.

"Uh.. yeah!" Jungkook snaps out of it, ripping his eyes away from you, though he hears you giggle a little to yourself, causing his tail to wiggle without his control of it. He honestly didn't mean to agree to something like this- hell, his apartment isn't even remotely tidied up, there's probably dishes in the sink and his laundry all over the place- but in some odd way, he also can't pass up the opportunity of a lifetime, basically; because you're so pretty, and-

wait, he doesn't even know if you have a boyfriend. Do you? And if you do, why is he not helping you out in a time like this? He knows he would've offered you to stay at his home right away if something was up. That's just common sense.

"I'll go get my stuff.." You mumble, slowly getting up to stretch one last time- bunny tail wiggling around as you groan, giving Jungkook pretty much whiplash from the sight alone, before you walk away into the bathroom, probably to shower and wake up properly.

"She's cute, huh?" Jimin teases, catching Jungkook staring after you. "Doesn't have a boyfriend from what I know. And she's a bunny too." He wiggles his eyebrows, while Jungkook shakes his head.

"So?" He huffs. "Doesn't mean we're like.. destined or something. I'm just gonna help her out- and after that, we'll go back to being strangers anyways." He simply says, shrugging it off. After all, he's tried relationships before- and they all somehow always failed because of him in some way, making him believe that at this point, he just isn't fit for simple relationships.

He can't help his instincts, and neither can he help his.. needs either.

So when he takes the sketches home to work on, and helps carry your bag for you- he doesn't get his hopes up for something changing, because down the line, maybe that'll protect him from the inevitable heartbreak when you leave just like he fears you will.

Just like everyone else did before.

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Inside his apartment, you're clearly finally properly awake now, curiously following him as he shows you around, before he leaves you in his small living room to fetch some sheets and blankets for you to put on the couch.

It's clear that he lives alone, apartment a bit.. lifeless almost, not much screaming home at you from what you can see. Apart from a sweater thrown over a chair at the open kitchenette, and a few dishes in the sink, it looks like any ordinary single-guy household.

Interesting. Especially the fact that his home only smells of himself and no one else. Doesn't he have a partner?

That wouldn't make sense. He's basically the perfect buck.

"It's a bit.. uh, I know this will look like it's broken but it's not-" He defends, rubbing the back of his neck after he put the blankets and sheets on one side of the couch, leaning down to pull on the lower edge of the front of the couch. "-it's just.. urgh- old!" He grits, using a good amount of strength to pull out the part that snaps back up into place, ultimately turning the small couch into a bed with good amount of space on it.

You can't help but stare wide eyed however, not at the furniture- but rather the clear display of strength of his, arms showing off their muscles even while covered mostly by his plain white t-shirt. You can't help it- after all, it's instincts.

Snapping out of it when you notice him looking at you in question, you shake those thoughts off for the moment, hands behind your back while you sway on your legs a little. "Uh.. I didn't listen, sorry. What did you say?" You ask, caught a bit in your staring contest between you and his thighs having multiplied twice their size from the way he's sitting on his heels on the floor.

"I asked if you.. if that blanket is enough, or if you want a thicker one?" He offers. "I have a spare one with feather filling if you'd like.." He wonders, and you nod instantly.

You like thick blankets and bedding a lot- it makes for great nesting material, and gives you a sense of comfort while asleep.

He smiles in a friendly manner, before he fetches said blanket, taking a bit longer to put a cover over it, before he brings it to the couch you're already on all fours on, tucking the sheets into the corners properly, and he can't help but watch you a little. He himself doesn't really nest, and since he's never met a female bunny hybrid before, he's never actually seen one making a nest, except for in movies and TV shows. So, seeing you so naturally do it, makes him wonder.

How much of what he heard and seen about female bunny hybrids is actually true- and how much is just romanticized fiction?

After all, he as a male bunny hybrid is often watered down to nothing but a good lover in bed- but once those people get into an actual relationship, and realize that it's not just fun and games but a need of his that he'd have fulfilled every day of the week if possible, he quickly becomes too much to handle.

And so, most of the time, everything always falls apart because he's too needy. Too demanding. Too high maintenance. Too tough to.. satiate.

"Here." He carefully offers the bedding to you, and you smile, happily taking it with a 'thank you' from your side. He's a bit awkward now- unsure if you'd like him to stay or not. "Do you… should I leave?" He asks, unsure.

"No?" You answer, shaking your head. "This is your home after all. Why should you leave?" You giggle, unaware of Jungkook's inner troubles with the whole situation. He sits down on the edge of the bed so he stays out of the way, while you position some pillows and the other blanket how you want, eventually settling on the thick feather-filled quilt, hugging it it as you look at him arms and legs wrapped around the thick fluffy bedding.

"I.. uhm, I've never actually met a doe before, so I'm not sure how to really act." He admits, and you nod, lips parted in an 'o'-shape as you realize his dilemma.

"That's fine." You simply say. "We're kinda rare after all, I only ever really met another buck like.. a few years back? And he was an asshole, so you're already doing a lot better than him!" You joke, though he can spot some truth behind your words, worrying him what might've happened in the past. "So, Jiminie gave you sketches, right?" You ask, and he nods, happy over the finally flowing conversation. "What's that about?" You ask.

"I'm a tattoo artist." He says, pulling up the sleeve of his white shirt way over his shoulder, showing off his inked arm, making you lean closer to gain a better look, ears fully turned towards him now in interest. "I designed all of them myself, for example." He offers, chuckling when you tilt your head to look at something in a different angle.

"Oh, they're so cool!" You praise, before leaning back again. "I wanna have a tattoo too, but, I don't know.. people told me I shouldn't, cause it wouldn't suit me.." You mumble, leaning back into the comfort of the bedding.

"I mean, it depends what you'd want?" He shrugs. "I could for sure come up with something more delicate maybe?" He wonders, mind already trying to imagine some art underneath your skin right now.

"Heh, you wanna mark me up?" You flirt boldly, catching him off guard at your innuendo. "I'm just kidding. You're cute!" You compliment, before you curl up in your little nest once more. "...though.." you mumble, looking at him dangerously from underneath your lashes.

...though?" He asks, breathes out almost carefully.

"Though I wouldn't mind you cuddling me, to be honest." You giggle into the quilt, cheeks tinted softly. "You look like you give great cuddles." You say, and he laughs a bit bashfully to himself.

"I mean- maybe?" He shrugs, unsure. He's not really.. cuddled much before, every touch of his always having been taken as either an invitation or demand even when it wasn't either- so at some point in his life, he just stopped even thinking about it. What would make you different from them?

And what does he really have to lose, down the line?

You're Jimin's coworker. If you and Jungkook don't work out, there's no awkwardness really, to be fair. You'd just part ways, and that would be it, and since you're both clearly adults, nothing speaks against it.

"Shouldn't we.. maybe get to know each other more?" He wonders carefully, testing the waters. And your next words make him wonder if you could really truly be a new start for him.

"Why? It's only cuddling." You huff. "It's not like I wanna go to phase two just because you touch me." You joke.

And while he does smile at it, it's not a joke to him.

It's much more than that.

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"Heeh, whatcha cooking?" You ask, dipping underneath his arm to catch a glimpse at the pot he's stirring, making him instinctively reach out to pull you back so you don't look inside and hurt yourself.

"Ramen- but it's spicy, so you might not like it." He chuckles, remembering how you told him last night at a movie you watched together that you don't tolerate spicy things very well. Most buny hybrids dont- but he grew up with it, so maybe that's why he can stomach it very well.

The movie you watched yesterday had only been background noise to be honest, because you were rather occupied getting to know each other better, just like Jungkook had suggested. He now knows that you moved here after a bad relationship break up lead to you wanting a new fresh start somewhere else, while you learned that Jungkook used to work at an internet Cafe for a while until he could finally land a spot at Min Yoongis tattoo studio.

You've warmed up to each other quite quickly- and not just over shared life experiences and problems you'd laugh over together.

"But I'm hungry." You tell him, looking upwards at his face that's watching you as well. "Can I use your kitchen to make myself something?" You wonder, and he smiles, laughing.

"I can cook one extra. I have a mild chicken one in here- would you like that?" He asks, and you nod, reaching for it- though he's holding it too far away. "I said I'm making it." He jokingly scolds. "You go wait, it'll take maybe twenty minutes or so." He explains, though you just turn around and...

Hug him?

"Heeh, you're so warm!" You giggle, unable to really resist at least trying to hug him once- when a hand sets itself onto your back, holding you close while he continues cooking. He just smells so nice, and he is so nice in general that you just involuntarily get attached already.

You're a bunny hybrid after all. You crave affection, need attention.. and much more than that, but this part, you've learned to control. It throws people off how clingy and needy you are, it's something you learned the hard way- and you're hoping that you won't screw it up with Jungkook.

Cause you really like him already. Might go as far as to say you've got a terrible crush.

"Am I bothering you?" You ask meekly but he shakes his head, a surprised expression on his face.

"No, I'd tell you if you did." He answers, and at that, your eyes sparkle in wonder, head resting against his chest. Words like that mean the world to you- because thar means you won't just unknowingly make him uncomfortable until he gets rid of you. He'll tell you first, so you can change.

"Thank you." You simply say-

And he wonders what you must've experienced in the past to be so grateful of simple communication like that.

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"So, you're staying with Jungkook now?" Namjoon, a bear hybrid across from you asks- and you nod.

"Hmhm, he's really nice." You compliment, and Jungkook feels his cheeks start to get hotter at your praise. He's got a terrible problem and it's only four days in of you both knowing each other-

Because his body is clearly reacting to your scent being all over his apartment and all over him.

He can't help it, it's quite frankly embarrassing how often he has to shower and try and relieve himself somewhat quietly so you won't notice- ache in his body now worse than ever before, with you as a doe so close around him all the time. You're clearly in your prime, and so is he- bodies communicating that desire constantly without either of your control.

And unbeknownst to him, you're very aware of his dilemma. He's not exactly as quiet as he thinks he is.

In that department, you pride yourself in being a lot more secretive- he probably hasn't even noticed that you got yourself off right in your nest in the living room, because you, compared to him, can be quiet.

Well, but he knows. Because while you might not make much sound, your scent left on your bedding speaks louder than you could ever scream. And it's torture.

"So, you both?" Jimin raises his brows suggestively, making Jungkook shakes his head bashfully. "Heh, why not? You're already so cute together!" He whines, always so passionate about his best friend finally finding that special someone.

Namjoon sighs and scolds the younger friend, before he looks at you. "I'm sorry, he can be a bit too bold sometimes." He says, and you just wave it off.

"No its fine, I understand." You say, before going back to eating.

You're awfully quiet the rest of the night, seemingly rather low on energy. It's something Jungkook notices with slight worry, fearing you might be coming down with something- unaware that it's both your social batteries running low, and also the fact that, naturally, bunny hybrids tend to kind of shrink in on themselves if they're without affection for too long.

And for you, it's been a long time since someone cared for you in a more intimate way.

But he doesn't connect the dots yet, rather offers to go home with you a bit earlier, to get you into bed so you can rest properly.

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You're surprisingly visiting often and regularly, even after returning to your now renovated home.

You seek him out actively, ask often for his opinion on things or if he wants to hang out- and he's thriving, energy at an all time high. It's something that everyone at the tattoo shop notices too, constantly picking on the rabbit hybrid- but he couldn't care less.

Because last night, you told him you liked him. Like, liked him a lot. You got a crush on him.

And it makes him all giddy with excitement, causes him to whistle as he cleans up his workspace to finally go home and welcome you back to his apartment for some takeout and cuddles- because that's something that you do often as well.

It's like the only quality sleep he has these days is only when he sleeps together with you. And not even in a sexual sense whatsoever.

You gently turn him whenever he falls into a bad position during his sleep that makes him snore- instead of telling him that he's annoying and disrupting your rest. You cling onto him, you're nuzzling into his neck, you scent him- and he loves every second of it, soaks up your affectionate attention like a sponge.

You're just so cute, and perfect for him- he can't help but fall for you. And knowing that you did too- just makes it all feel like a fairytale come true.

Though, in his car, things don't go quite as.. tame as he expected it to.

Not that he complains.

You're on his lap in the driver's seat as he'd parked his car at an empty parking lot out of sight of the main road, clinging to him, kissing him just as eagerly as he does you. It's desperate, open mouths stealing each other's breath away, his teasing bites to your lip making you whimper. "Please-" you softly cry, looking at him with pleading eyes. "-I'm starving.!" You complain, and he laughs.

The moment you're both in the backseat of his car, he wastes no time- using the sweater and shirt he pulls off his upper body in one go to throw them against the door so your head is supported, before he leans down to kiss you again. He can't get enough, not of you, and not of this moment-

Because down the line, he's equally as touch-starved as you are.

There's no time nor need for words as his hands push beneath your clothes, exploring what he finds beneath with eager palms, skin warm to the touch. You're squirming in place, needy for more than he gives right now- and he decides that patience can go fuck itself, because he needs you.

The moment he unveils your lower body to his eyes is the moment he just knows he can't control himself, hand instantly reaching between your legs to play with you, get you ready. "How have you been like this, huh?" He chuckles, jokes, as you squirm and roll your hips into his hand. "Poor baby, suffering in silence when I'm right here." He breathes out, sensitive core so desperate you don't need much to come undone for the first time.

While you catch your breath, he uses that time to search for a condom in his car- finding one in his wallet, thankfully, before he covers his length that you're already reaching for.

"Next time." He reassures your disappointed face as you realize he's not gonna let you return the favor. "Right now I need you." He instead explains, before he guides the head of his cock through your folds, collecting your wetness before he finally pushes inside.

Your head is finally empty, no thoughts rushing any longer, the only thing on your mind the feeling of him filling you up.

You don't care if you're needy, or clingy, or too demanding- right now you want all he has to offer, as your legs wrap around him, pulling him closer.

And closer he gets, leaning down to capture your lips once more before his hips start to move.

The sounds you make must be nothing shy of pornographic, but you don't spare any mind to it- instead letting your eyes roll back as he picks up his pace, testing your limits to see what you need, and what you can take. And much to his personal pleasure, it seems like you're a perfect fit-

Not just in any other way already.

Your tail must be soaked in your slick at this point, ring of foamy white decorating the base of his length as he keeps up his rhythm, skin smacking against skin loudly in the small space of the car. Any bystander outside probably knows exactly what's going on-

And he couldn't care less.

An almost growling sound escapes him when he feels you clench in your upcoming orgasm, thighs trembling against his body as you cry out, white hot pleasure making you blind and deaf for a second, while his hips stutter, one final push all it takes for him to snap-

As he pulls out your soaked cunt, pulling the condom off to instead close your legs and bring himself to his finish that way, white strings of cum covering your naked front, even up to your shirt that he's pushed way up high to reveal your bouncing chest to his eyes.

He's breathing heavily together with you, as he notices the scene he finds himself in.

The windows of the car are all fogged up, and it's stuffy inside, smell of sex filling the entirety of the space, leather of the seats squeaking slightly as he adjusts his position. Your most recent experience of pleasure covers his thighs and seats, but he doesn't mind, he can only laugh to himself absolutely starstruck.

He's never experience something like this before.

He's never had any sexual encounter where he felt this satisfied after, no lingering appetite left for the moment, as he helps you out of your shirt to use it to wipe your body somewhat clean- his cum having stained the fabric already anyways.

The second he notices you shivering he helps you into a sitting position after cleaning you between your legs too- or at least drying your skin, before he wipes the seats. "I uh.." you mumble, staring at the mess you've made. "...that's new." You say, and he laughs, looking at you with eyes full of stars.

"I know." He answers, making you beam back with an equally love-filled gaze, shy laughter breaking the awkward aftermath of your first time.

And that's when he knew-

You're it for him.

For now and forever.

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"Jungkoooook~?" You sing, hanging somewhat upside down off his bed- when he walks into the bedroom, freshly showered.

"Whaaaaat~?" He parrots back in a similar tone, walking to the closet to get a shirt and pants.

"Do you love me?" You wonder, and he laughs, slipping the shirt over his head.

"Of course." He instantly answers without thinking.

"Do you really love me?" You ask, and he turns around now, looking at you with suspicion.

"...You're gonna ask me to drive you to that one specific place where they sell those giant milkshakes again, aren't you?" He accuses, and you giggle.

"I mean, do you reeeaaally love me?" You jokingly ask, and at that he squats down in front of you to kiss your upside-down lips with a smile.

"Of course I do." He answers. "So much so that I'll drive you there, even though you're gonna have a stomachache from all the food again."

"That was once!" You call out as he puts on his sweatpants having now sat up. "Or maybe twice.. okay if we count last Tuesday maybe three times but that-"

"Doesn't count, I know." He finishes his sentence for you, closing the closet before he leans his hands on the bed, lips catching yours to shut you up for a second.

But as he leans back to look at you, there's a new desire in your eyes.

"You know.. now that I think of it.." you mumble quietly, hands toying with the strings of his sweats. "I'm hungry for something else.." you bat your lashes at him, and he smirks at that, leaning his head to the side while he watches your lips.

"I wonder what that might be." He grins, licking his lips as you lean onto your back, his body now crawling over you.

"Guess you better find out." You tell him, hands already pulling down the hem of his pants slowly.

"Guess I have to." He shrugs, letting you undress him, trip to the far away diner long forgotten.

Because who needs to eat out when you've got the best dinner at home?

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