#it ended up more fluffier than i intended???

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*-* 𝐉𝐎𝐇𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐂𝐊 and 𝐔𝐁𝐄𝐑-𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐕𝐈𝐑𝐆𝐈𝐍!𝐅!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 !

height diff • denied orgasm • soft-spoken praise • vaginal fingering • light sensory play • shy reader . . . . .

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒: 3.3k

𝐏𝐑𝐄́𝐂𝐈𝐒: John's noticed your darkened ears and gentle gasps at even the faintest of his touches. He wants to play around with this a little... ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) 

𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂. 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒: This turned out WAY fluffier than I intended. John is a super sweetie with his baby. I was surprised to see just how active the community is over here for Keanu content! Was planning to keep my works relegated to AO3, buuuuut figured I might as well post some little things here. Kinda stuck on my longfic project for now... so, uh... yeah. I hope whoever reads this enjoys it, at least!

Your breaths fell from your lips in quiet, shaky gasps as you watched him take a knee before you with an uncannily fluid grace. You couldn't help the anxiety that licked at your belly in that moment. What are you doing? The words were caught in the back of your throat, strangling what little composure you had left. You watched his hands; pale and rough, rest over your knees. His thumbs idly smoothed back and forth there almost reverently; and the chill that ran up your spine was quite obvious as your shoulders lifted, your chest slightly convexing outwards for the briefest of moments.

You weren't sure why it happened. He'd walked in on you all settled into his black leather armchair, all soft legs and innocence in the quiet tranquility of a summer's evening, and maybe he just thought it was time. He knew you. He knew how, with even just a hover of his hand over your lower back, your hair would stand on end. He could see the way the humidity made the thin cotton fabric of your nightie cling to your heated skin, and he felt that it was time.

There was an intentional pause in the air between the two of you. The intensity in his eyes was subdued, clouded with some kind of hot-blooded need as you searched each other's gaze. He watched your lips as if expecting you to speak.

❝John...❞ Your voice was hardly audible, and the thought was left incomplete. It was entirely likely you didn't even know where you were going with it in the first place.

❝Yes, starlyetka?❞

Starlyetka. The muse of his soul in a play where there was no audience, no one to bear witness to this tumultuous love affair that unfolded under moonlit skies. The moon was your limelight, in fact; the stars flashed shutters as they cast a tempting glow over your form through long windows. His thumbs continued to trace a path of sensational sparks against your flesh.

It was only with the use of such a special pet name that you found enough confidence to ask your question: "starlyetka" a whispered prayer wrapped in John's dry, deep tones.

❝What are you doing?❞

John’s gaze then fell to the sliver of skin that peeked out from under the skirt of your nightie, and his breath ghosted over one of your thighs as he leaned in to press a sweet, lingering kiss against it. As he did, his hands began to inch upwards at a leisurely pace; pushing the fabric forward to expose more of you as they went.

❝What does it look like I’m doing? You tell me...❞ He murmured calmly, his lips still close enough that you could feel the gentle tickle of his facial hair where he spoke against you.

It felt as if your entire being was alight with sensation; goosebumps began to crop up where the man hadn't even so much as grazed you yet. You could feel him putting pressure against where his hands traveled, not forcing your legs apart but definitely guiding you in that direction. More than a little intimidated by his actions and flush with consternation, you brought your palms to your face to hide behind them, groaning against them with a not-so-sexy demeanor.

You weren't allowed time to regret your actions until you felt him pull away completely, leaving behind the ghost of his breath and palms. Your solace was limited. His eyes were still on you, and you could sense it even if you couldn't see it.

Then, you heard him say your name in an effort to capture your attention — and it sounded even more intimate than being called his starlet. You felt his hands curl around yours, strong and insistent but still measured. It was clear that he didn't want to scare you away from this even as you blinked through the darkness to focus on his handsome face. They were fraught with concern, his brows drawn together and his forehead beset with that all-to-familiar tension that happened whenever he was in the middle of some serious thought. He had a tendency to make up for his rough, withdrawn edges with an overcompensation of care for you; always handling you with a tender thoughtfulness that at times seemed beyond this world.

After a fleeting moment, his features finally softened, and he released one of your hands to rest his against the swell of your cheek. He held it there, and you instinctively tilted your face into it with a calming sigh, your eyes lulling to a close. Without words, his touch was enough to settle your nerves, if only while it was present.

❝You're not ready for this.❞ A healthy measure of understanding laced his words. His statement would've been phrased as a question just a few short months ago, but he knew you better than you knew yourself at this point; and you couldn't bring yourself to lie to him. You opened your eyes, and they lowered shamefully. God, at times you felt so childish to keep him waiting; even if you never once felt pressured by him, you never once felt like he would leave you if you didn't give in. He was unreal. It made you feel even worse for being so hesitant to cross that line.

John must've noticed this. His other hand quickly came up to cup the other cheek, and soon you were searching his dark depths as he reassured you. ❝You have nothing to be ashamed of. You know that I love you, right?❞

You must've looked like a love-struck kitten as the corners of your lips quirked up into a coy, barely-there smile; because it drew forth one of his rare grins in return, the faint crow's feet at the corners of his eyes deepening at the expression. He leaned in to press another little kiss to your forehead before he brought himself to stand at his full towering height once more, turning to leave you to your thoughts.

Suddenly, your mouth felt obscenely dry. You forced your tongue out, darting to wet your parched lips as you spoke with a cracked stutter. You couldn't have that. You couldn't just... make him keep tiptoeing around you like you were some antique porcelain doll to be handled delicately and only when necessary. You were his lover.

❝John, wait.❞ You reached out to grab at his wrist with urgency. He paused to look back at you over his shoulder. The weight of his gaze both thrilled and intimidated you to your core. His smile was gone, and his veil of stoicism had returned; but at least he didn't look at you with any cold rigidity.

You, too, stood. You rounded to stand in front of him, your fingertips hesitating in the space between, working gently as if you were trying to talk yourself into initiating the contact. Eventually, they found a home against his chest with a featherlight touch. You admired the sight of them there, thinking of how his muscles must feel underneath his shirt. ❝I-I may not be ready for… that… but maybe… maybe there's something else we could do…?❞

The tension returned to his face — something akin to concern. ❝We don't have to—❞

You were quick to cut him off, your tone adamant. It was all about fake it 'til you make it with your rare bouts of confidence, anyway. ❝I know. I know. Please, don't look at me like that. Sometimes I want you so bad that my heart feels like it's gonna pop. I don't know what to do, but… I know that I want you. Somehow. Some way. It doesn't help when you look at me like I'm so… fragile.❞

Vulnerability seeped from every pore of your being with the soul-bearing confession of your desire; albeit spoken in the kind of reserved vocabulary only a virgin could possess. Your arms slinked up to wrap around his neck, hot breaths mingling as you propped yourself up on your tiptoes to offer a tempting whisper against his lips: ❝Touch me, John. Please. Please.❞

John had always been a quiet man. You weren't sure how exactly you worked up the willpower to approach him in the first place; but every day since you were reminded of just how wonderful of a decision it really was. It seemed that this moment was no exception as he laid you down on the cool, silky sheets of his bed, his lips against yours with a fervor so passionate that you were sure he would leave behind a little beard-burn on your chin. And oh, Holy Mary, Mother of God— that night he tasted of a smooth whiskey, distilled through the sinuous labyrinth of your heart and barrel-aged within its bloody core.

You could feel a hand at your thigh once more, and he pushed your dress up to expose the plain white cotton of your panties. The air kissed you in intimate places that you'd only ever felt stepping out of a hot shower or changing out of your day clothes. A needy whine sounded against his lips at the sensation, pushing through the tense confines of your chest. That simple act was enough to make your hips rise up from the comfort of the mattress about an inch or so — just enough to help him along on his intent to bare your beautiful, perfect body.

But he stopped. He stopped, and the pressure of his touch became firm as he moved to press down against your belly with a guiding hand. Your hips returned to their resting position.

❝Settle down.❞ His voice was a firm yet soft-spoken command when he parted from your lips. Your brow visibly furrowed as you looked up at him in confusion. His tone carried disapproval but not disappointment, and a wash of guilt soured your flushed features anyway.

❝I'm sorry, John.❞ You gently mewled, as if needing to explain away the action. ❝I-I just... it happened. It's just the textures, the feeling of it all, I didn't — couldn't...❞

He curled his index finger underneath your chin. It drew forth one of your small, overwhelmed gasps; then you fell silent.

❝I'm not upset with you.❞ He spoke, and his words were like a lavender-scented salve to your unseasoned fears.

❝You're not?❞

❝I'm not. It's a natural reaction, and you're doing fine. I just need you to practice a little more patience. Can you do that for me, starlyetka? Can you practice more patience?❞

Your lower lip quivered, and you were visibly unsure of how to answer his request. But as you looked into his eyes — those endless pools of pure, molten intensity — you could tell just how necessary the depth of his request was. He may not be so inexperienced, but he wanted to savor this cherished moment with you. And so you offered him a slight, obedient nod.

John didn't immediately move to touch your body again. Instead, his thumb soothingly brushed over your lips.

❝Look at you,❞ he uttered with the utmost appreciation. ❝you're just a pretty little thing, aren't you?❞

❝John...❞

His lips found yours once more. And his hand — the hand with the heavenly touch that could be so lethal — caressed you with ultimate care as it cupped one of your breasts through your nightie, and you were already squirming. Your fists balled up into the sheets beneath you. It was borderline torturous not being able to guide his hand or touch yourself to speed him along, even as his fingers gently rolled the nipple there. It pebbled up nicely under his machinations.

He pulled away again, a glint of amusement playing at his features. This was the rarest emotion you'd pulled from him thus far; but you had to put a stop to it before he said anything. You scowled at him playfully, sticking out your tongue; ❝Not. A. Word.❞

His chuckle was deep and reverberating as he dipped to your neck, though he didn't kiss it yet...

❝Close your eyes.❞

❝Why do I need to—?❞

❝Do as I say. Keep them closed.❞

You pouted, making your disfavor for this apparent. What's the point of sharing such a sensual moment with John if you couldn't even watch the pleasure wash over him? Couldn't watch his lips part slightly to take in heavier, ragged breaths at the feeling of your heated skin beneath him?

After a fair amount of hesitation, you acquiesced. Under the shroud of darkness, the feeling of silk against your half-exposed body was amplified. It was calming. Grounding, even. As if being left to focus on the sense of touch and sound alone was meditation in practice. Slowly, but surely, you felt the rest of your inhibitions begin to melt away. He kissed your neck, and the motion was enough to draw soft moans from you. There was no intent to mark you, no intent other than to presumably settle your nerves even more; putting the depth of his love on full display.

You didn't realize it, but your pussy was already beginning to react to the tickle of his facial hair and the steadiness of his lips. Though he didn't allow you to put your neediness on full display for him, your hips lightly squirmed, and your thighs subconsciously parted ever-so-slightly at your arousal. You felt his touch play at the waistband of your panties. He was just so agonizingly close to caressing your most sensitive spot. So why wasn't he?

❝How are you feeling?❞ He asked, and the fire that coursed through your veins made it hard for you to think of an answer. You only whimpered in response, not wanting him to think you were being... impatient. Then, he tried again. ❝I need an answer, starlyetka. Use your words.❞

The feeling of self-consciousness returned tenfold at his insistence. Still, you didn't answer. Your expression twisted into something decidedly humiliated, but you didn't blame him. It was just difficult to express something you hadn't ever expressed before. ❝I-I feel... hot.❞

❝And what else?❞

❝I don't know...❞ His fingers lowered over the soft cotton swell of your mons pubis as you stammered through your feelings, the digits not daring to dip under the fabric. Your hips wriggled again, ❝... f-feel... good?❞

❝Just 'good'?❞

❝Yeah...❞ Your confirmation came forth as a breathy whisper.

You could feel John's hand curl into the front of your panties, causing them to tighten up and the seat of them to slip between your slickened labia. The fabric was pulled so tightly against your swollen clit that every antsy wiggle rubbed up against it, sending small shocks of pleasure through your body. As earlier, your body's reaction was instinctual. Your hips began to grind helplessly against that small sensation, chasing that blinding climax you knew would happen sooner or later.

You couldn't stop yourself from making a desperate plea. ❝Quit teasing me!❞

His touch left your body once more, leaving you unable to chase even that slight bit of pleasure he'd provided for you. ❝What did I tell you about patience?❞

Your eyelids fluttered open in the lull between physical touch and admonishment, and you pouted once more. ❝But you're not even doing anything...❞

John said nothing. The stern glint in his eye made you want to retreat back into yourself. Your eyes snapped closed once more, and he continued his leisurely exploration of your body and the sensations he could provide for you. His index finger found the horizontal patch of wetness in your panties. He traced the area up and down as if he had all the time in the world to play with you. As he applied gentle pressure, you understood just how asinine your complaint was. He was good at this — proving you wrong without even so much as a spoken word. You knew him enough to know his intent, and you were practically panting with need.

Not doing anything, huh?

With your lesson firmly learned, you gave into how his indulgent touch pampered you with no sounds but those of natural pleasure that tumbled unrestrained from your lips. A fingertip pressed against your clit, massaging it in gentle circles yet still refusing to bare your arousal. Your panties insulated the heat, rendering the reality of your situation so agonizingly apparent that you had no choice but to experience the full breadth of it. John was the master of your pleasure. Point blank. Though it was never verbally declared, you could feel it through the very essence of his presence, and you gave yourself over to him. You always would.

John was as much yours as you were his.

It was only after some time in heavenly limbo that his fingers did, eventually, dip under the fabric to tease your folds. His touch slipped through them so readily; your pussy so flush with arousal that he could only muse quietly about the sheer intensity of your need.

You, however, were a writhing mess compared to his collected calm. Fists balled up in the sheets, thighs instinctively moving to close shut against this unfamiliar exploration only to remain insistently held open by his free hand. You were so sensitive and so vulnerable under his effortless touches that he couldn't help but take it a step further. He dipped a single finger into your tight, greedy core, and your walls clenched so firmly around this new development that he wondered how he would even manage to fit when the two of you finally came together.

The only problem with your excitement was that it wasn't being tempered by his actions. No, it was fanning the flames of an even bigger, brighter need; being built to the crescendo you so desperately sought as he fucked you with those fingers of his. The ambience of the room was a mess of your own heady moans and slick resonations.

And suddenly, the building pleasure was no more.

You felt miserably empty as he withdrew those fingers from you, re-centered those panties back over your core and pressed a brief kiss against your lips. You appeared confused, eyes opened to watch as he brought a hand to cup your cheek. Your own emissions brushed over your skin when he swiped his thumb there.

Your voice was slightly hoarse when you spoke up, as if the intensity of your arousal had sapped away every last ounce of your willpower in an effort to get off. ❝John, please... don't stop. Did I do something wrong?❞

He was quick to nip your insecurity in the bud. He sighed deeply and searched your gaze with heavy-lidded eyes. ❝You were perfect.❞

❝But I don't understand. Why did you stop? Don't you want this? Want me?❞

John pulled back. ❝You're not ready.❞

His unembellished statement was a shot through the heart. Not ready? Not ready for what, to climax? It wasn't as if you hadn't done so before! Your throat tightened, and you sat up against the headboard. ❝But that's not fair! You can't... you can't just leave me wanting like this!❞

Even though you knew John didn't think of it the same way, you couldn't help but feel that this was some way of getting back at you for keeping him on the line. You drew your knees to your chest and rested your chin on top of them. Maybe it was the look on your face, but John gently cooed your name: ❝This is unfamiliar territory for you. I need you to trust me when I say that we both need to hold out a little longer.❞

You remained quiet, eyes downcast. He repeated your name, softer this time but more insistent, and your gaze was disheartened as you met his eye. Though you didn't agree with him, you trusted him more than you'd trusted any other man before. Your voice cracked when you finally replied. ❝Okay. But only 'cause it's you. Only 'cause it's us.❞

[ggigigoode]

gigi/daya fic finally written and ready to post everyone cheered

[mikkokomori]

BITING STRANGER SHAKING MY HEAD WILDLY EATINF HIM MIKO. MIKO HOW DARE YOU MAKE HIM SO PRETTY. MIKO WHY DO YOU DRAW HIM SO PRETTY

i am very confused on how people find him attractive in some way with how i draw him

personally, that's a skill issue. i think others draw him far more prettier.

[rinneverse]

࿐ ♡ ˚ . 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚! — 𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒓𝒊 𝒚𝒖𝒖𝒋𝒊. ˒ ⊹

me and my roommate get drunk one night and end up fucking!!!! oh my god, this is so awkward…

୨ৎ syn. it’s your final year of uni—after midterms come to a close, you decide to celebrate by getting absolutely SMASHED with your roommate, itadori yuuji. much to your chagrin, this decision comes with a boatload of consequences. how do you navigate the awkward morning after with your golden retriever of a roommate!? (4.8k)

୨ৎ pairing. itadori yuuji x f!reader

୨ৎ cw. modern au, fem!reader, both yuuji and reader are in their final year of uni and are implied to be 21+, alcohol mentions, drunk sex, dubious consent (read prev warning), pet names used (baby, pretty, angel), oral (f!receiving), fingering, vaginal sex, creampie, dealing w/ the repercussions of fucking your roommate the morning after (but it ended up alot more fluffier and romantic than i intended because i love him), minors + ageless blogs dni! 18+ content under the cut!!

୨ৎ love, oak! oh christ almighty. i like itadori yuuji a normal amount. i just really really think he'd make the perfect boyfriend ever. first time writing for him so hoping and praying he isn’t incredibly ooc but regardless,, hope u guys like this i wrote it with my entire clit :3 crossposted to ao3 here!

[ main m.list! ┊coming soon... ]

“Yuu~ji!”

Your lilting voice carries through the shared living space of your apartment. Shuffling in through the entryway, the door clicks shut behind you as you peer around the corner of the entrance hallway.

“You there? Yu?”

You hear a muted groan come from the couch in response.

Toeing off your shoes with a giggle and setting them onto the shoe-rack (the same shoe-rack you constantly have to pester Yuuji about—”Yu, don’t just leave your shoes on the floor! The rack is right there!”—every other day), you peek over the back of the fluffy couch in the living area and find Yuuji sprawled on his stomach over it, face shoved in a pillow.

“How are you feeling?” you ask.

“Like I’m dying,” comes his muffled reply.

You reach a hand down to tousle his already messy bubblegum pink hair. He weakly bats a hand at you.

“Surely you can live a little longer for a night out with your favorite roommate?”

With a grunt, Yuuji flips over, lying on his back. He blinks once, twice. Then he grins; that familiar, radiant grin that makes your heart speed up a little in your chest. You can feel your own smile widen in response.

“I think I can do that,” he says, propping himself up on his elbows. He tilts his head at you. “You’re not gonna pass out on me again though, are you?”

Your eyes narrow slightly in challenge. Bringing your face closer to his by leaning over the couch, you reply snarkily, “and you’re not gonna force me to shoulder you the whole way home again, are you?”

Yuuji’s eyes widen at the new proximity, a faint rosiness rising to his cheeks that makes you giddy. His throat bobs before he replies, “No, promise I won’t.”

You think you see his eyes flick down momentarily—towards the swell of your chest, exposed by the low-cut top you had chosen to wear today—causing a smug sense of satisfaction to pool in your tummy. You lean further, the urge to be a tease winning out over your usual sense: over the notion that you shouldn’t be flirting with the guy you live with. It's entirely a bad idea (and yet here you are, doing it anyways).

Yuuji’s lips part slightly; when he meets your gaze again, there’s hunger shining in his big brown eyes, hazy and diluted by conflict. You can see the inner strife going on in his head already: he shouldn’t be feeling this way about his roommate. He shouldn’t be a perv.

You shouldn’t be feeling this way about him either, but you just can’t help yourself. Something about the way he’s looking at you fills you with a streak of confidence that throws all common sense out of the window.

“Good. Be ready at 7?” Your tone has noticeably lowered, nearly a purr even as you smile innocently down at him.

Yuuji swallows again, still looking like a deer caught in the headlights. “Sure—okay. Sounds good!” He babbles nervously.

It’s cute. He’s cute.

“Cool. ‘m gonna get a nap in then.”

He nods his head slowly. The tension hovers in the air between you, so palpable you could cut it with a knife. Slowly, ever so slowly, you straighten, watching as his eyes never leave your form. You bite your lip and offer Yuuji a softer smile before you turn on your heel and make your way to your bedroom.

You can feel the way his eyes bore holes into your back as you walk away, skirt swishing with every step. You purposefully sway your hips a little more despite yourself and you think you hear him choke slightly, a sound that makes you feel much more smug than it realistically should.

As you close the door to your bedroom, the only thing on your mind isn’t how tired you are from dealing with midterms—it’s how Yuuji looked at you just moments ago, eyes gleaming with raw want, like you were a five star meal served on a silver platter. You clutch your chest as you flop onto your bed.

There’s always been an underlying tension between you and Yuuji. It used to be easier to ignore, something left tucked away in the corners of your mind, leaving you to instead settle for an easy friendship. Something that doesn’t complicate things, especially since you live together. There’s no avoiding any awkward encounters should either of you decide to take that step.

But lately, things have been coming to a boiling point. You’re not sure if it’s the stress of your final year of uni dawning upon you or if its just years of tension finally being pulled taut enough to snap—whatever it is, it has muddled your senses enough to find flirting with Yuuji fun instead of something forbidden. It has you pushing boundaries you never thought you would push with him before.

Oh, well. If there was any time for things to make some bad decisions and get a little complicated with your incredibly handsome roommate, your last year of uni might just be perfect. Screw the consequences.

“Yuu,” you moan, drunkenly stumbling into a wall of muscle.

Thankfully, that wall of muscle happens to be Itadori Yuuji. He wraps a strong arm around your waist, a hiccup bubbling from his lips as he grins down at you.

“Hey there,” Yuuji laughs. “You okay?”

“Yeeeeaaahhh,” you slur. “Are we home yet?”

“Almost there. Hang on a little bit more for me, okay?”

The night air is crisp and cooling against your balmy skin, a welcome relief after spending hours in a bar packed with sweaty bodies and bass thrumming through your veins. It’s breezy, fallen leaves rustling across the ground as the wind scatters them along the sidewalk. A particularly stronger gust has you pressing closer to Yuuji, your little top and skirt doing little to protect you against the autumnal weather.

Yuuji pauses, making sure you’re steady before he shrugs off his jacket.

“Here, put this on,” he says, gently maneuvering your arms into the warm sleeves. His cologne wraps around you in its embrace, warm and musky and tinged just a little bit with alcohol. You smile.

Megumi and Nobara have already made their separate ways home, the former grabbing an uber while Nobara hitched a ride home with Maki. You can’t help the way you giggle and stumble as Yuuji ushers you forward again. “Nobaraaa’s gonna geeet iiiiit,” you snicker, latching onto the hard muscle of Yuuji’s bicep to steady yourself. “Did you see the way Maki w’s lookin’ at her? I wish someone looked at me that way.”

Yuuji is probably about equally as blasted as you are (you went shot for shot, after all), but he manages to carry himself in a more sober manner than you. He lets you latch onto him like a koala as he guides you through the doors of your apartment building.

He’s quiet. Uncharacteristically so—he’s usually a chatterbox when drunk.

“Yuuji? Did’ya even hear me?” you push.

“I heard ya,” Yuuji hums, pulling you into the elevator with him. As the machinery moves up to your floor, it makes your stomach lurch—forcing you to grab onto Yuuji tighter and bury your face in his shoulder.

“Are we there yet?” You grumble into his arm, clutching him tight.

“Almost,” he replies softly. You think you feel a gentle kiss being pressed to the crown of your head, but with the way everything is spinning, you can’t be entirely sure.

Between some time and the next, you’re finally ambling into your apartment, clutching Yuuji’s jacket tight around you. As the door clicks shut, you spin to face him—

—and end up nearly face planting, if not for the way Yuuji surges forward to catch you in his arms. “Woah there,” he mumbles. “Steady. Don’t move too fast, or you’ll fall.”

Despite his words, he has to lean against the now shut door to keep himself upright, you can feel that much. You grasp the fabric of his shirt in balled fists, pressed against the sturdy surface of his chest. You can feel the way his muscles flex and roll as he shifts with the way you’re pressed up against him.

When you look up at him, doe-eyes wide, you’re met with brown eyes glimmering with want. Lust.

“Yuu… ji?” Your lips part slightly as you suck in a breath. He inhales in sync, his hands dropping to curl around your waist. He holds you gently, like a porcelain teacup on the verge of breaking.

It's quiet. There's a dazed look in his eyes as he stares at you.

“Can I kiss you?” The question falls from his lips softly—but with the silence of the apartment, so quiet you could hear a pin drop, it’s earth shattering. His eyes drop down to your glossy lips, his tongue darting out to wet his own.

You’re not in your right mind. This is a bad idea. You know this.

You don’t care.

Pulling at the collar of his shirt, you tug him down to you, lips meeting in a clash of teeth and tongue. It’s electrifying, everything you’ve ever wanted and needed in this one moment, warmth exploding in your chest like a dying star.

Fuck. You were kissing Itadori Yuuji—and it’s everything you dreamt it would be.

He pants your name amidst kisses but it’s hard to hear with your heart roaring in your ears, a drum beating an unsteady rhythm that throws you off balance in your very core. You stumble into the shoe-rack trying to hastily drag him over to the couch. Shoes clatter to the floor as you tumble into him, a moan falling from your lips as he paws at you while your hands tangle in his hair.

“I was lookin’ at you like that, you know?” Yuuji groans as the two of you fall back onto the couch. He holds you on top of him, letting you get comfy as you straddle his lap before he continues. “You haven’t noticed?”

His voice is heavy, dragging drunkenly as you stare down at him. In this position, with Yuuji laid back on the couch, you feel like you’re towering over him—giving you some semblance of control, even though you know perfectly well that Yuuji can flip you over and take you just like that. You dip your hands under his shirt, nails gently scratching against the velvet wrapped steel planes of his abs. Pushing the fabric up, you reveal the faint happy trail that begins at his navel, disappearing teasingly under the waistband of his jeans. You bite your lip.

“Hey,”—your name falls from his lips in the form of a plea, desperate and sweet—”Look at me.”

Big hands squeezing your hips force your attention back to him. You finally listen and meet his gaze, finding that his eyes are heavily eclipsed by dilated pupils, leaving a faint ring of hazel in its wake. It’s like a dark sun, or perhaps a black hole threatening to pull you into him, consumed by everything that is Itadori Yuuji.

You think you wouldn’t mind that one bit.

“Are you sure this is okay?” He’s worried, something that makes your heart warm fondly, giving you a moment of clarity amidst the fog of lust that addles your brain. The guys you typically went home with sometimes never found it in themselves to care too much about you. But Yuuji… he’s different. He does care. Yuuji continues, a touch softer, “We’re both drunk… what if we regret it in the morning?”

You slowly reach down to cradle his face in your hands. When you speak, it’s with a bold certainty that Yuuji cannot argue with: “I know I won’t regret it.”

Yuuji nods his head. With that anxiety out of the way, he surges up to kiss you with renewed vigor, tugging his jacket off of you and pulling the hem of your top over your chest to reveal your tits. When he pulls back, his eyes widen slightly as he takes in the pretty lace bra you had opted to wear out tonight.

“You’re beautiful,” Yuuji says softly. A groan catches in his throat as you roll your hips down against his, delicious friction against his erection that has you mewling for more.

“Yu,” you sigh out as he unhooks your bra with clumsy fingers, pulling your shirt off as well in one go. The garments flutter to the floor, forgotten.

“I mean it—you really are.” His voice has noticeably deepened, taking on a huskier tone that makes your toes curl. “I couldn’t take my eyes off of you. I never can.”

He presses another kiss to your lips, quick and chaste, drawing a path down your jaw, the slope of your neck. He removes a hand from your waist to palm at your sensitive breast, drawing a whimper from you that has his cock twitching in his pants. “I can’t believe you’ve never noticed. Our friends tease me all the time for it, you know?” He sighs, nearly a whine, words slurring together in a lust-drunk haze as he presses a kiss to your collar. “I could never take another girl home with me because I only want you.”

Yuuji’s drunken confession sends you reeling, thighs tightening together around him as you tilt his chin up towards you. Love and adoration glimmers in your eyes as you respond gently, “I only want you, too.”

He smiles at you then, scooping you up in his arms as he rises. “Don’t wanna ruin the couch,” he murmurs, strong hands grasping at the fat of your ass as he carries you with ease. “Your room or mine?”

“Yu—” you gasp, clutching onto him for dear life, “mine, please.”

Even drunk, he moves with you with a practiced ease—as if you’ve done this your entire lives. As he lays you on your bed, he curls over you, lips pressing together messily as his hands fiddle with the hem of your skirt. There’s a brief moment where he pants, “Can I take them off, pretty? Can I?,” as he nips at your lower lip. You nod your head; immediately he’s sliding them off, leaving you in your lacy undergarments and feeling unfairly naked compared to him. You cross your arms over your chest shyly.

Yuuji smiles sweetly as he kneels, pressing a kiss to your navel.

“Don’t hide from me, baby. I wanna see you..” He trails off as he hooks his fingers under the band of your panties, eyes flicking up to yours in silent question. You can only manage to nod your head—words have entirely escaped you at this point. If you spoke, you weren’t sure what, exactly, would come out.

The way he pulls the fabric off of you is almost reverent, his eyes never leaving your body as he sets your panties to the side. His breath is hot against your skin as he presses a kiss to your inner thigh.

“Baby,” Yuuji starts, the pet name falling from his lips with ease, like something familiar, “tell me if you want me to stop, okay?”

Calloused fingertips press into the sensitive flesh of your thighs as he pushes your legs open, even going as far as hooking a leg over his shoulder as he settles between them. His breath is hot and heavy as he grows closer to your core. It’s embarrassing, and you want to press your legs together, but Yuuji doesn’t allow this. He’s firm in his place, holding your legs wide open, baring you to him.

He starts gentle. A kiss to the apex of your thighs, a gentle finger running along your sensitive, weeping slit. A shiver runs down your spine as he parts you open, eyes raptly on you.

“Don’t stare,” you whine. “It’s embarrassing.”

He murmurs a soft apology, taking one more second for himself before he dives right in: tongue lapping at you voraciously, pulling the sweetest of moans from your lips as he eats you out like a man starved. You try to press your thighs together once more but he holds you open, unyielding in his grip as his tongue dips in your slit, then draws upwards, making circles around your clit.

He’s messy in the way he eats you out. He doesn’t hold back, either: he laps at you like he’s a dehydrated man at last finding an oasis, drinking in your juices like it’s the finest of nectars. Slick covers his chin as he raises his head to look at you, half-lidded eyes meeting yours as he eases a finger into you. It slips in with ease, aided by how wet you’ve gotten on just his tongue alone.

Your back arches as he pumps his finger into you. You need more. “Yuuji,” you plead in a broken moan. “Need more—want your cock inside me, I can take it.”

His eyes widen slightly, but he’s nodding his head like an eager puppy, withdrawing his hand and rising to pull his clothes off. You whine, a soft plea of, “hurry, need you now,” that has Yuuji clumsily fumbling at the button of his jeans. He doesn’t even pull them off fully, letting the fabric pool at his ankles as he takes his dick in his hands and presses his hips to yours. His shaft presses against your messy slit, pulsing and needy.

“Fuck,” he curses, a soft whine sounding deep in his throat as his hips cant against yours. Your eyes are wide and unblinking as you take in the sight: Yuuji, desperate, grasping your legs and nearly folding you in half as his cock rests on your pelvis, your navel. He’s big. The thought of someone his size fucking into you should be scary, but you know Yuuji will take care of you—or perhaps that’s the liquor in your brain telling you that you can take it, that you need him inside of you now.

“You’re gonna feel me so deep, baby,” he mumbles, entranced by the sight. You buck your hips slightly, barely moving thanks to the hold he has on you.

“I can take it,” you repeat, your breathing growing heavier with every passing second. “I need it. Give it to me, Yuuji.” Your hands grasp at the sheets beneath you as finally, finally, he slides the tip against your slit, catching a few times against your clit (”Yuuji, stop teasing me!”) before he finally eases into you, his fat tip breaching your weeping cunt. The stretch burns, but the sensation is not an unwelcome one.

Your mouth drops open in a silent moan as Yuuji hunches over you, pressing further into your pussy. It feels like it should almost be fucking impossible how deep he reaches inside you like this.

“Baby, baby,” Yuuji whines against the shell of your ear, breath hot and wet. You can feel his chest heave against yours as he struggles to regain his bearings. “You’re so tight—don’t think I can pull out, you feel s’good…”

As he bottoms out, you think you might die like this. His cock fills you so perfectly, pulsing and twitching inside you as he forces himself to still—to give you time to adjust.

You don’t want time, though. You really will fucking die if he doesn’t move soon.

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pull him down to you to messily slot your lips against his, moaning into his mouth as his hips buck into yours. “Yuuji,” you breathe out against his lips. “Fuck me.”

“Okay, baby.” He nods, pressing his sweat slick forehead to yours as he moves his hips. He starts slower, long strokes that force you to feel all of him, deep and all-consuming and overwhelming your senses with him, strong arms caging you against the bed as he fucks into you again and again and again.

Yuuji’s pace picks up, your moans a sweet melody in his ears that spurs him on, making him lose all ration in his brain—it’s evident, in the way he growls almost animalistically, hips starting to rut into yours with reckless abandon. His balls slap against your ass, accompanied by a lewd squelch with every thrust into your messy cunt.

“Yu, fuck—please,” you sob with every thrust. He angles his hips a little differently until he finds the perfect spot—that sensitive little part of your cunt that has stars exploding behind your eyelids. Once he finds it, he narrows his focus on it, bullying his cock relentlessly into your pussy until you’re sobbing.

Your nails scratch along his back, leaving angry red marks in their wake. Yuuji groans and buries his face into the crook of your neck, mouthing and biting at the sensitive flesh as his hips pound into you.

“G’nna cum, don’t stop, ohhhh god,” you gasp out as Yuuji nips at the flesh of your collar. You claw at his back, toes curling in the air when you feel him slide a hand between your slick bodies to thumb at your clit, adding to the orchestra of sensations that are driving you mad with pleasure.

“Cum for me, angel,” Yuuji urges you breathlessly, fucking you with a renewed fervor. His hips are starting to stutter, and his large hands are grasping your thighs in a bruising grip as you convulse around him. His voice alone is enough to tip you over the edge; you’re falling into him, into oblivion, orgasming so hard your vision goes dark for a moment.

A long moan of his name falling from your lips is enough to push him over with you, white hot ropes of his cum coating your pulsing heat. You feel utterly breathless, boneless, as Yuuji slowly eases your legs down. The ache is pleasant.

“Baby,” Yuuji pants softly, breaking the pleasant silence as he brushes his fingers across your forehead. “I’m still… can I..?”

Oh, god. He is still rock hard inside of you. Your pussy is still fluttering with the world-shattering orgasm he had just given you—you’re not sure if you can take more.

But Yuuji looks at you with pleading eyes, your name falling from his lips with such desperation that you’re nodding your head, opening your arms for him. He smiles down at you, and as he leans down to press a gentle kiss to your lips, his hips slowly start to rut into yours again.

You’re not sure how many rounds you go with Yuuji—the rest of the night is a blur of moans and groans, of him making you cum again and again and again, as many times as you can possibly take.

You wake up with a pounding headache and a foreign weight slung over your chest.

“Oh, fuck,” you hiss quietly to yourself, voice raspy with remnants of sleep. “How much did I drink last night?”

Blinking open bleary eyes, you squint against the light that filters into the room—your room, which doesn’t make any sense because you never bring home your one night stands. Your hand brushes against the strong arm slung over you, and that’s when you hear an all-too-familiar snore.

“Oh, fuck.” You repeat, dread creeping into your groggy voice.

That was Itadori Yuuji in bed with you. That was your fucking roommate, naked in bed with you. You’re wearing his overly large t-shirt, and there’s an ache between your thighs that explains exactly what had transpired when you returned home with him last night.

You don’t remember too much, typical of nights where you have a little too much to drink. What you can grasp—mere wisps in the back of your mind—are fleeting moments of mind-numbing pleasure, or of sweet-nothings being whispered into your ear. Whatever scraps of memory you do have are enough to make you want to scream into a pillow out of sheer embarrassment.

You feel the arm around you tighten as Yuuji pulls you into his chest and you squeak.

Oh, that’s just fucking mortifying.

“Mmh… huh?” Yuuji mumbles sleepily. He slowly blinks, eyes focusing on you after a few moments. “What are you doing in my bed..?”

Your eyes widen as you scramble to sit up, grasping at the sheets to keep your lower body covered as you do so. Your mouth opens and closes as you look for the right words to say.

Yuuji’s eyebrows furrow. He seems to have come to a realization without you having to say it out loud.

“Oh. This isn’t...” Yuuji frowns. He’s calm in a way that confuses you—why isn’t he freaking out like you are? “We got really hammered last night, huh?”

You slowly nod your head in agreement. “Do you… remember anything?”

Your attention is drawn to his lips when he bites his lower one in thought, then drifts downards when you catch the blooming hickeys on his neck in your peripherals. Oh, god, did you leave those? What were you thinking?

All too slowly, Yuuji’s eyes meet yours. The way he looks at you is almost unbearable. There’s a sinking sensation in your chest: you think he might apologize, or tell you that last night was a mistake. That he won’t let it happen again. Quickly, you blurt, “You don’t have to say it. I get it.”

Yuuji tilts his head, his train of thought forgotten. “Say what?”

“I get that you regret it.” The words start tumbling out of your mouth and there’s little you can do to stop it. “It’s okay, you won’t hurt my feelings. I know you’re too kind to just say it outright like that—“

Yuuji opens his mouth to say something, but you barrel onwards, looking down at your lap. You’re too mortified to look at him directly.

“—And I understand if you maybe want to avoid me for awhile? I know things will be awkward, so seriously, take whatever time you need—“

Your onslaught of words is cut off by Yuuji cupping your face in his hands as he leans forward to kiss you. It’s gentle, and while it only lasts for a heartbeat, to you it feels like it lasts a lifetime.

Stunned, you lift a hand to your lips, ghosting your fingers over them as you stare at him. You’re absolutely dumbfounded.

“Sorry,” Yuuji starts softly, his thumb brushing your cheek gently. “I didn’t know how else to stop you.”

You blink at him, making a noise in the back of your throat. It’s an exhale of breath, of one you didn’t even know you were holding until just now.

“I don’t regret it. And I really hope you don’t, too.” Yuuji sighs gently. When his eyes meet yours, he looks unsure, but he continues, “I meant everything I said last night. You’re beautiful, and you’re all I’ve ever wanted. Have been, for awhile now.”

“Oh,” is all you can manage. You think your heart might explode in your chest. It beats an uneven rhythm, pulsing against your ribcage as if it’s bound to break out any moment now.

“I just didn’t want to ruin our friendship, yanno? But now that, uh...” He clears his throat. “Last night happened… I might as well come out with it.”

You nod your head as his words sink in. Yuuji visibly gets more distressed with every second that passes in tense silence, so you say, “Okay. I see.”

He swallows—you know what he wants to ask: ‘Do you like me like that, too?’ but he doesn’t voice it out loud. It hangs in the air, heavy and oppressive. You carefully deliberate your next words.

“Will you take me on a date, Yuuji?” you ask bluntly.

“What?”

“I said—”

“No, no, I heard what you said.” His eyes widen slightly, stark relief visible in his irises. “Are you sure? I mean—I’d love to. Yes. I’ll take you wherever you want to go, angel. You name it.”

You smile fondly at Yuuji—you think if he had a tail, it would be wagging ferociously right about now. “First, you can get me a glass of water and some ibuprofen. Then we’ll talk about date plans, ‘kay?”

Yuuji nods his head fervently. He rises out of bed—and quickly realizes that he’s still naked. “Oh—shit, don’t look,” he stammers, lunging for his boxers that were conveniently laid out on the floor as he blushes. Once he’s got those pulled on, he turns towards you. You’ve politely averted your eyes.

“I’ll be back in a sec,” he murmurs, grabbing your attention by gently grasping your hand, pressing a kiss to your palm. “Anything else I should grab ya?”

You feel your face warm up at the affection as you shake your head. With a smile, Yuuji shuffles out of your room to go fetch your requested items.

As you sit in the quiet of your bedroom, listening to Yuuji rustle through the bathroom, you think that maybe fucking your roommate wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

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[kisses4kaia]

plz write charlie having a wet dream and you wake up to him humping you, you help him out

love this ! also plz don't req things twice, i promise i will get it done! i simply write what i love and what i'm feeling at that given moment . mwah ily 💋 also this is way fluffier than i intended but its vvv cute😊

counting sheep🎀- c, walker ,,

there are many things in your life that you adore, but very few that you love, you truly love. the list is short, but at the top of it is sleep, you love your sleep.

however, your boyfriend is beginning to tie with it. so, what happens when the two collide?

you woke up from your precious slumber to a new pressure against your butt.

you slept in a small tank top and soft shorts, in the arms of your boyfriend, charlie.

you try to wriggle out of his strong arms, but your efforts are fruitless. little moans and soft whimpers escaped his lips as you try to alert charlie of his ministrations. "char, wake up. wake up, baby." you shook the sleeping boy.

he awoke, as expected. "hm? what's up baby?" his 'morning' voice sounded. it was late in the night, the digital clock on the nightstand glowing 02 : 22 in a neon green.

"uh... you were grinding... against me?" you informed him as you sat up, however, your tone was more questioning. his eyes widened.

"oh my god, i'm so sorry. holy shit, this is embarrassing..." he shut his eyes tightly and brought a hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose. you let out a soft giggle.

"it's alright, love. you, uh, need some help?" your hand waved down to his crotch, where a highly obvious tent was pitched. he looked down and chuckled. "would you be so kind?" he joked.

you shook your head and scoffed in faux disbelief. "i mean, if you insist,"

and that's how you ended up in the position you're in now, underneath your boyfriend, legs wrapped around him, and moans falling from your lips like invocations.

"i-i love you, i love you so much," charlie whispered in your ear as he reached closer to his release. you smiled with your eyes shut. "yeah, i'd h-hope so," you teased before flipping him over onto his back.

this new position gave you more control and hit you deeper. your orgasm suddenly approached and hit you like a train.

his arrived at the same time as you rode out both orgasms.

once your mind unclouded, you flopped down next to him. "thank you, y/n. i love you," charlie turned his head to look at you. "i love you, too." you smiled before pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

"now, can i go back to counting sheep?" you joked, turning around and lulling yourself right back to slumber.

tags; @themostintellectualblonde @dreamtofus @wannabe-indie-sleaze @insanelycrazyanddelusional

[soadawritesstuff]

Video games

Pairing: best friend!touya todoroki x fem!reader

Warnings: Smut with too much plot, fluff (?), Minors DNI, quirkless au, friends-to-lovers, unprotected sex, penetration, oral sex (fem. receiving), mild swearing, pet-names (doll, princess etc.), intoxication, alcohol consumption, reader isn't referred to by name, reader has female genetalia, probably some grammar mistakes

Synopsis: What was supposed to be a comfortable game-night with your best friend quickly took a drift as the drinking game Touya suggested leads to something way steamier

A/N: I don't know why and how this ended up this long but I had a bunch of fun with it. Also this turned out fluffier than intended, you're welcome lol. Of course all characters belong to Kohei Horikoshi. The banner is from the Manga Dengeki Daisy.

You were excited for this weekend. Not that you weren't excited for every other weekend as well, but you have been looking forward to seeing your best friend since he texted you a long awaited: "Hey, I finally got this weekend off, wanna hang?"

You haven't seen Touya in MONTHS, both his job and your schedule occupied too much time for a proper meet-up. Every time you planned something, a random emergency prevented it from happening: a curse that seemed to haunt the both of you.

So Touya and you agreed to just have a slow day, veg on his couch and play video games. Maybe watch a Ghibli movie as well. Anything else was too stressfull and neither of you had the energy to do something more elaborate. Both of you organised snacks (which were, of course ,already carefully chosen over text) and you brought games from home in case Touya didn't already have them.

At exactly 7pm you stood in front of your best friend's apartment door, knocking your usual knock-pattern the two of you created when you were kids. His doorbell didn't work and he was too busy but also too lazy to fix it, he wouldn't even contact his landlord about it.

You heard mufffled curses shortly after you knocked followed by rushed shuffeling which you presumed was Touya's attempt of quickly cleaning up. A notorious procrastinator as usual. The door openes and in front of you appears a slightly messy looking Touya in black sweats and a white shirt. A wide grin spreads on both of your faces as he steps forward to hug you.

His hugs were the bomb, you always felt so safe and warm whenever you hugged him. His cologne sneaks it's way up your nose as your face is comfortably smooshed against Touya's chest, a boyish chuckle escaping from the man that you call your best friend.

"I missed ya, you clown", his big hands ruffle your hair making you squeal as you shimmey out of his hug, your hands trying to fix what he so shamelessly destroyed.

"My haiiir, Touya you ASS"

"What, doesn't matter anyways, it's just me", a mischievous glint flickers in his eyes, "Or did you pretty yorself up just for me?". Not even 5 minutes in and he already got an eyeroll out of you.

"In your dreams, dirtface"

And with that you waste no time and march right into is apartment. You just hear a "yeah yeah" behind you but you will not give into his bs just yet.

You toss your sneakers next to the entrance and flop down on his comfy couch. So many mario kart sessions were held on that couch. Glorious victories and devastating losses.

"So, what are we playin'?", you hear Touya shifting around in the kitchen that is connected to the living-space.

"Mario Kart and whatever I have laying around", he carries the chips bag he just got over to the couch, already snatching one from the bag before you even got the chance to grab some.

A grin spreads on your face.

"Oh I will so kick your ass"

"big words for a loser"

"You are dead meat Tou"

And with that the two of you busy yourselves with cussing each other out and laughing, both of you blue-shelling the other countless times. Touya's winning tactic consits of trying to block your range of motion so dealing with him taking over all your couch-space made it hard for you to get a win.

After two hours both of you got bored, you played every track a billion times.

"I wish there was a new game-mode or something" you sat criss-cross on Touya's couch, head resting on his shoulder as he puts his controller to the side.

"How about we turn this into a drinking game?", you turn your head too look at him. He just smirks. The suggestion lingers in your mind for a few seconds.

"And how exactly would that work?"

"Hold on"

Touya swiftly makes his way to the kitchen. You hear glasses clinking and the fridge being opened. Shortly after your best friend returns with two shot glasses and a bottle of Vodka.

"Woahh, I haven't had a sip of alcohol in a year, ain't that a bit much?"

"Oh relax, you're gonna be fiiine", Touya puts the two shot glasses down in front of you on the couch-table.

"It's simple. We play rainbow road. Whenever someone falls down the track, they take a shot. First one to finish the race wins. Easy enough, right?"

"..I don't know Touya"

"You're just scared you're gonna lose", that mischievous look returns on his face.

"Am not!"

"Oh? What was that?", Touya begins to make chicken noises "I think I just heard a chicken"

"Stop it Touya!"

"There it was again, chicken." You try to swat him, unsuccessfully. "What's wrong chicken? You scared that you're gonna lose?Hm? HM?!"

"FINE", there was no way getting out of this one. Once Touya has an idea you basically already lost. It's not like you want to be a killjoy or boring, you just weren't sure what would happen if both of you were highly drunk. You weren't sure nothing would happen. And you didn't know what would happen to your friendship. Touya and you were always playfully flirty around each other and you would be lying if you said you didn't wish you were more than best friends sometimes.

But you couldn't lose your oldest and strongest friendship in your life. Everything was way too risky for your liking. But Touya's pain-in-the-assery left you no other choice.

You forgot all about your previous worries as soon as you started playing.

The first few rounds weren't too bad, you only fell off the evil rainbow-track a couple of times and even won one race. But with every round it got significantly harder, with every shot the track got even more evil. Touya fell off a good amount of times as well, but he seemed to be holding up much better than you.

.

You were laughing histerically as Touya fell off the track shortly before the finish line, allowing the Luigi NPC to win instead of him. Both of you lost count of how many shots you drank and how many rounds you actually played.

"Tou I am exhaustedddd"

"Jus' one more doll", Touya had swung his arm around you some time before this round but you honestly didn't remember when.

"Nah Tou, I can't anymoreee", Touya leans close tou your ear, squeezing you closer to him.

"Please doll, I promise 's the last one" his tired and gravelly voice slurred against the shell of your ear.

"I can't hold my 'ontroller right, I'll die if I fall off one more time"

"Y'don't have to play alone, w'can play together, see", he grabs your waist and shifts you between his criss-crossed legs, your back hitting his torso.

"Ya don't need to drink, I jus wanna play one last round", He loops his arms around your waist, putting his chin on top of your head and pulling you closer.

"Here, we'll play with my controller"

Touya pushes his controller into your hands, placing his on top of yours while his head still sat on top of yours.

He was so painfully close, your face turning hotter and hotter the longer you played. Him guiding your hands lazily while watching the track had something oddly comforting as well as feeling his heartbeat pressed against your back. Everything was just so warm and fuzzy, you didn't even notice the growing hard-on in your best friend's sweatpants.

It was only after you made the finish line that you felt a certain something poking your lower back. Holy crap.

"Touya.."

"Mmm?"

"I can feel you.."

Silence. He probably didn't immediately catch what you even meant.

"I mean your dick"

Oh.

His body shifts slightly, you can feel it even more now. Touya grabs your waist again, electricity rushing through your veins.

"Sorry doll, 's just what happens when your body is that close", his voice is just above a whisper by now. Touya's hot breath trickles your neck, all your hair stands on end.

"I just don't really know what to do" your voice left the chat long ago. You can't bring yourself to speak up, even now your words come out shaky.

"Do you want to do something?" Touya starts to nibble just behind your ear, freeing a whimper from your lips.

"Tou~..."

"If you wanna stop, y'gotta tell me now. Because I won't.."

You can't even think straight. Everything turned foggy and you don't know if it's Touya or the alcohol.

"I...don't want to stop"

"Good", his voice is barely audible yet so dominant.

Touya proceeds to place a trail of kisses down your neck, stopping at the base to leave a nasty hickey along the way. Your hands find his hair as Touya slowly starts to peel off the layers of your outfit, one-by-one. You turn around to face him, all of your garments on the floor except for your underwear.

The look in his eyes is swarmed with lust and something unreadable, that face of his is so incredibly close but something keeps you from connecting your lips to his. He places a hand onto the small of your back and lays you back-down onto the couch. Something about him hovering above you gives you the worst case of butterflies in your stomach, excitement and arousal bubbles up and spreads across your entire body.

Sitting on his knees, staring down at your exposed body, the white haired man pulls his shirt above his head, revealing just the silver chain around his neck and a trail of white pubic hair down his abdomen. He tosses the shirt aside and leans down, him now nestled between your legs and caging you with his arms on either side of your head.

"You don't know what you do to me, doll", you just hear the jingle of his necklace as he leans down, engulfed by him and his smell. The tension is intoxicating, his forehead on yours, heavy breathing. The heat radiating off of both your bodies.

"I wanted this for so long", you swallow, your tounge feels endlessly heavy. "Please..", you can only mouth that word.

His lips brush against yours, breath hitching. You need to dive deeper into him. You grab his head and let your lips crash together, both of you finally fusing into one. It's so strong, his lips taking control as he devours you with one passionate kiss. Your head spins. You've always imagined this moment yet it was never as intense as it really is.

You feel Touya's hands wander down your body, grazing your sides and gliding to your hips, where he slowly slides his fingers underneath your panties. Goosebumps follow everywhere he touches. Still mid-kiss, your panties are slid down and tossed across the room, followed by your bra. He finally breaks the kiss only to slide down your body and plant himself between you legs, eyes looking up and finding yours. The boyish grin on his face sends a shockwave through your body.

You are too dazed to react in any sort of way, glossy eyes just pleading for him to eat you out. His hungry gaze fuels the fire in your lower abdomen, causing heat to pool between your thighs. Touya dips down, carefully placing kisses and licks to your inner thighs and outer folds, diving deeper and deeper. The man has you squeaking and yelping in no-time.

You always knew he got around plenty yet it never hit you until now, his experience clearly showing as he licks every little crevice and circles your clit expertly. Your legs are shaking violently, somehow you're gonna crush his head between your thighs with your orgasm oh so close. Closer and closer until it suddenly rips through you, hands buried in his white hair as your whole body tenses up and then collapses right in front of the man that makes your world crash down. It's like a supernova exploded right inside your mind, everything goes blank. Nothing but euphoria.

You've never experienced a climax that overwhelming before, you can't stop shaking while tears roll down your eyes.

"Shhh, woah, it's ok, it's ok" Touya's voice calms you as he brushes your tears away with his thumb.

"Are you alright? We can stop if you need a break", you slowly calm down from your high and take his hand to press a kiss against his palm.

"I'm good Tou, just...need a second" you try to supress the sniffles while you wait for your nervous system to rebuild itself again. A few seconds pass by when you finally collect yourself.

"wanna keep going", you smile softly.

"As you say, princess".

With a quick peck to the cheek and a squeeze to your thigh, Touya sits up to slide his dark sweats and boxers down. His length is impressive yet not monstrous. The nice curvy shaft and pretty pink tip make your mouth water, you didn't know a dick can be this pretty.

Your awestruck gaze makes Touya chuckle as he pumps himself a couple of times before positioning himself between your legs again.

"One last chance to stop"

You place your hand on the side of his face as he leans forward. "I want this Touya, please", and with a passionate kiss your once-best-friend slowly slides into your messy folds, stretching you out so deliciously you could've cum just from that.

After some adjusting, the both of you start to settle for a slow but balls-deep rythm, moaning into each other with hands and lips everywhere. After some shifting and re-positioning Touya eventually finds that one special spot that makes you scream his name like a damn prayer, hitting it over and over again.

You clamp down, the sensation too much when he reaches down to fondle your clit. After a few more thrusts you collapse again, this orgasm even stronger than the first one. Your eyes meet Touya's as he fucks you through your orgasm, dick twitching and gaze clouded with so many emotions at once. "Fuck, princess you squeeze...so..hard", with that he fills you up to the brim, cum shooting into your still convulsing walls. You remain like this for a couple of minutes to come down from both your earth-shattering orgasms.

Touya just collapses on top of you, still inside you but too tired to do anything about it. He hugs you tightly.

"You are..so amazing doll"

You are both still slightly out of breath as you fall into a deep sleep with you in Touya's arms. You forgot to turn off the Tv, the dim light shining on both of your intertwined bodies.

[lamacaria]

Dalliance (n.) a casual, yet playful conversation that may lead to romance.

These were my entries for "Saint Seiya Rarepair Week." I improved the coloring and added some more details to post it here. This ended up looking much fluffier than I intended, but sometimes one has to embrace the fluff...

[riddle-me-ri]

Hey this was me who wanted a whole fic for this scenario for the bottom line "go be pretty over there away from me" could u do it thank u

A/N: I’m writing this at like 4 am cause I can’t sleep, so if this goes down later tomorrow I'm heavily editing it rip but hey at least I get to practice writing for other rogues that pique my interest! I hope I do them justice. This is another shot of just my own generalized takes on them (albeit I've been watching BTAS again, so they may seem softer than normal rip), and still no Joker sorry not sorry and most of these ended up being fluffier than I intended oop. Special thanks to @like-rain-or-confetti for supporting my ramblings in the tags of my reblogs lol

Batman Rogues x Reader - Yes, You’re Pretty…Now GO AWAY

Edward Nygma/The Riddler:

It was ridiculous. 

Absolute nonsense. 

He was jotting down riddles and puzzle traps away in his journal. You were only a few feet away on the other edge of the couch. Your face glued to your computer screen. 

Everything was fine…until you started laughing. 

Your little giggles, and the sweet small smile that lingered after your giggle fit. The way your face’s natural glow was tinted by the blue of the screen…

Ludicrous, outrageous, unbelievable. 

“Y/N…”

“Hm?” 

“C-Could you perhaps take yourself…anywhere else but here?”

You scrunched up your eyebrows in confusion. “Uh…yeah I could, but I don’t want to. I want to stay here with you, Ed.”

“I…appreciate that, but it’s rather hard to focus.”

Your blinked and shook your head. What? “I’m not even talking to you, I’m only like three feet away from you!” You shot your hand up going from right to left, gesturing the distance between you and Edward. 

“Yes, yes, but y-you’re distracting…”

“How?” 

“You’re laughing, smiling, beaming…” Ed drifted from stern to swooning.

You couldn’t help but chuckle. You scooted closer to him on the couch, catching him off guard. 

“Eddie, are you saying I’m distracting you because…I’m pretty?” You grinned. 

Edward rolled his eyes. “Yes, beautiful even, so can you please go somewhere else?” 

You doubled down. “I don’t know sounds like a you problem…”

“Please Y/N!” 

“Okay, okay, just tell me again how beautiful I am…”

Oswald Cobblepot/The Penguin:

You were just helping Oswald out in his office. You enjoyed helping him stay organized. He may be a criminal but it was in organized crime.

Oswald was going over invoice statements and you were checking inventory for the lounge’s food and beverages. However, you were proving to be rather…distracting. 

Your legs were crossed, you leaned back in the leather office chair, slightly rocking yourself. You bit the end of your pen between your teeth while your eyes intently scanned the contents of the papers in front of you. 

The gentleman of crime found himself not thinking so gentleman thoughts about you. All previous work and tasks that needed to be done was slowly slipping out of his mind. 

He cleared his throat. “Uh, Y/N, dove…”

“Yes, Ozzie.” You looked up at him with a sweet smile. 

Oh, why’d you have to do that?!

“Uhh, do you think you can help the girls downstairs? I recall they needed some assistance with the new uniforms.”

You pursed your lips and furrowed your eyebrows. “Uh, that’s the first I heard. They seem to be getting along well with them, Oz.”

“That’s not what they told me earlier, love.”

“Oswald, I spoke to them and they said they were fine!” You insisted. 

Oswald cringed, clearly not taking the bait to leave. 

“Is there something else that’s wrong? Something bothering you?” You inquired. 

“Ah…it’s just me, love. Well, more you than me…” He scratched the back of his neck. 

“And how is it more me than you?” 

“Dove, you’re far too gorgeous, you always are, but more so now, and it’s distracting me,” Oz admitted.

Your eyes widened, but you felt your throat bubble up in soft chuckles. “I’m distracting you?”

Oz gave you a lopsided smile. “It’s the truth, love…I should be checking this numbers and adding and subtracting, but all I can think of is you…”

You felt your face warm up slightly, as a soft blush rose to your cheeks. “Ever the charmer, Oswald.” 

“It’s the truth, Y/N. Once I finish these papers, I’ll come get you, okay?”

“You better, Cobblepot!” You shot a finger at him, trying to act serious, but you both could tell you were only teasing him. 

Oswald laughed. “The sooner you leave the sooner I can get this done!”

You were halfway at the door when you looked over your shoulder. “You owe me, Ozzie!” 

Oz kept laughing, waving you off. “I’ll make it up, I promise!”  

Jonathan Crane/The Scarecrow:

This wasn’t right. 

It wasn’t fair. 

How can he resume his plans as the Master of Fear and the Lord of Despair when you’re sitting right there. 

You looked so cozy and warm. You were cuddled up in one of Jonathan’s old Gotham University hoodies and a long fleece blanker. You were reading one of your novels while he was on the other side of the room; recording certain chemical reactions, wrote down further hypothesis to test later for a new toxin. 

You assured him you wouldn’t say anything or bother him, you just wanted to be near him. Jonathan figured it would kill two birds with one stone, he can get work done and you two get to be near each other. 

However, you were still so enthralling and enchanting to the ex-professor. Seeing you so content in his presence. It made a warmth bloom in his heart he had never felt in a long time, he was sure he had long lost the capability to feel this warmth. This love, dare he say. 

“Uhh, Jonny…” You start. 

“Hm?” 

“Sweetheart, you’re staring…”

Jonathan immediately shook his head and blinked, as he broke whatever spell you unconsciously put him in. 

“Oh, um, I-I apologize…” Jonathan’s face slowly turned red at his cheeks and the tip of his nose. 

You giggled. “It’s fine, Jonny, do you want me to read in another room?”

Jonathan really didn’t want you to go, but he didn’t see himself really getting any work done. 

“I promise I’ll come join you soon, darling…but if…if you don’t mind?” 

You got up from your chair, giggling, wrapping yourself in the blanket and leaving your index finger in the pages of your book to mark your spot. You bent over and gave Jonathan a kiss on the cheek. 

“I don’t mind, Jonathan. Just don’t be too long, okay?” 

“Y-Yes, darling…”

Jervis Tetch/The Mad Hatter:

Okay, okay, the tea party was almost ready. 

Jervis was setting up his next tea party for the Batman. He had the tablecloth laid out. All the plates and tableware was set. Y/N sat in their chair looking radiant as ever…

Y/N sitting in a reclining chair smiling away at some handheld device. Jervis thinks he remembers you called it a Switch or something like that. You seemed to enjoy playing on it, and it gave you something to do while Jervis was plotting and scheming.

However, he didn’t notice until just now, just how ethereal you were. Your eyes lit up, your cute little hums of satisfaction, your giggles. Gosh, your giggles were quite infectious even for him and he is the Mad Hatter. 

“Is there something wrong, Jervis?” You noticed he stopped pacing around and mumbling different ideas and tasks he had going on in his head. 

“Oh, um, no nothing at all…” Jervis darted his eyes away from you and tried to resume setting the traps on the chairs surrounding the table. 

There you go giggling again, gosh you were as cute as a white rabbit. 

WHAP

Jervis yelped in pain as the rat trap he had placed on the table was triggered when he placed his elbow down on it. 

“Oh my God, Jervis!” You jumped up and immediately helped pull back the mechanism, freeing his arm. 

“Aahh, ah..” Jervis whimpered. You began softly rubbing the joint, hoping the pinching sensation will fade away. 

“U-um..my dear, Y/N. N-Not that I don’t enjoy having you here with me…but perhaps it may be best if you went somewhere else while I finish up here.” 

A puzzled look showed up on your face. You titled your head when you asked, “but why, Jervis, everything was going fine…did something distract you?”

“Well…yes…a certain something..someone did..”

“Someone? Oh! Aww, Jervis…” You couldn’t help the small smile that grew across your face. 

“I’m afraid you’re far too enchanting for me, my dear. You’ll have to make haste elsewhere.” He shrugged nervously. 

“Well, if it’ll keep you from hurting yourself, I think I can oblige you just this once.” You poked the tip of his nose. 

Jervis giggled at the gesture, causing you to laugh in return. 

Harvey Dent/Two-Face:

You had no reason to look that alluring. 

He’s trying to plan his next trial at the kitchen table but nooo. You were sitting on the couch in the living room, wearing your new dress. You were steady scrolling on your phone, probably laughing at some cute animal videos. 

Dent would absolutely kill someone if they got in the way of your smile. He wouldn’t even need to flip a coin on it. 

Harvey would look down and try to focus on his list of defendants he had lined up, and some places he planned to raid. Those will probably have to happen next week, he found a quite a few rats in his gang. Plus his boys caught one of Penguin’s higher ups that could spill some hot info…

You laughed. You tried to cover it up, but failed pretty miserably. You started typing away on your phone. Your award-winning smile still plastered on your face. 

Damnit…who did his boys catch?

Harvey got up and leaned against the beam that separated the kitchen from the living room. 

“Hey…gorgeous…” 

You immediately perked your head up. “Oh, hey Harvey, how’s work going?”

“Ah, it’s going, could be going a lot faster though…”

“Really? How so?”

“If you could maybe go to the bedroom and hang out there…” He scratched the back of his neck nervously, not sure how else to tell you to leave.

“Oh, am I annoying you?” 

“No, no, far from it, doll.” He went up to you and got down on his knees. He took your hands in his and placed them on top of your knees. 

“You’re just, you always look so beautiful, but today you look…particularly…well gorgeous. And it’s really hard for me to focus…”

“Harvey Dent are you accusing me of being too pretty?” You jested, teasingly shoved him in his chest. 

“Afriad I am, doll. Luckily for you, I’ve already got a plea deal to offer you.”

“Even for a repeat offender like me?” You coyishly inquired, pretending to be worried about actually being charged with a crime. 

“Especially for you, if you can spend some time alone in another room, and it can be anywhere, but where I am…I won’t have to charge you for distracting me.”

“What do the charges entail, Mr. Dent?” You crossed your arms. 

“You don’t wanna know, doll. Just take my advice and I’ll make it worth your while.” Harvey winked. 

“Hm.” You stood up, almost knocking Harvey back on his haunches. “I suppose I’ll take your advice…this time, but I’ll hold you to that offer of making it worth my while.” 

Harvey laughed. “Sure thing, sweetness. Just please, I can’t be a victim to your radiance for much longer…”

“Oh shush, I’m leaving, I’m leaving!” 

[syrupyyyart]

finally, finally finished the ~definitive~ designs for my main Motley girls :’)

Extensive design notes under the cut (mostly for documentation purposes, but also because i like talking about my ocs lol)

In my last post, I introduced the idea of giving each character multiple colors, rather than being one uniform color throughout the design. The idea is that the characters can earn up to 3 new colors as they age+experience new things.

For each color they earn, they’ll wear a new ‘evolved’ version of their previous outfit.

For comparisons sake, here’s the initial pass I took at trying to give my characters more colors:

(euhg. theyre really really ugly. im honestly embarrassed i ever posted these at all lol)

Fact: it’s actually incredibly difficult to design monochrome outfits for characters without the designs looking extremely unfinished (to me, anyways lol). In an attempt to break up the monotony of the monochrome outfit designs, I found myself over relying on the outline colors to fill in their outfit pieces (cherrys pants, limes turtleneck, etc). This hypothetically works, but it ended up causing a lot of confusion as to how many colors the characters had actually earned, especially when the outline color was vastly different from the intended color. Basically, the tl;dr is that over relying on the outline colors felt like cheating, looked bad, and caused a lot of issues.

All of this explanation is to set up the 2 design rules I gave myself for the New Definitive Designs:

1. Outline colors MUST NOT be over relied on, and should be used as sparingly as possible

2. Nothing is sacred. If it looks bad, throw it out!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I also decided to shift around their body types slightly, since I realized that practically every character had the same build with a different height (with the exception of Banana). Marshmallow is a bit curvier, Watermelon is slightly more muscular, etc. And, while you cant really tell because of their baggy outfits, Lime is much boxier and Blueberry is lankier and has wider shoulders than the others.

Finally, here’s some specific design notes for each character, how they changed, and why:

Cherry Pit - Cherry may not have had the most drastic changes, but hers were definitely the most important. She’s had the same hairstyle ever since the first time I drew her (back in ....... middle school lol), and as attached as I was to it, it caused a LOT of problems. It gave her an ugly silhouette, the sharp edges kind of ruined her circle motif, etc. So it had to change. I decided to give her a fluffier hair style to incorporate more round edges into her design, and I truly cannot tell you how many hairstyles I cycled through before I landed on that one. It was major development hell. But I think the new style is much much cuter! Due to story reasons, I also decided to give her 2 outfit colors instead of just one, and she seriously looks so much better because of it. Big fan of Cherrys new design lol

Blueberry Cobbler - Ohhhh where to start with this one. Blueberrys design has always been a headache to me. I found it difficult to draw consistently, and even when I got it to look how I wanted, it still didn’t look very good. So, my goal for her redesign was to overhaul her design while keeping the general idea behind it; most importantly, she needed to be Fun To Draw. So, I changed the silhouette of her sweatshirt by giving her a more exaggerated hood, replaced her bulky zipper with the hanging ties (idk what theyre called lol), and Changed Her Ugly Ass Tights into baggier pants. I also crimped her hair to make it more angular. In the context of this universe, cold colors have naturally colder body temperatures, so they have to wear insulated clothing to stay chilly; the overall baggier clothes really just fixed all of my issues with her design honestly. Better for her personality type, prettier silhouette, in-universe reasoning, etc. Scrumptious.

Lime Pie - I decided to swap out her cargo pants for a long skirt, and let her hair down. This was mostly because, with the monochrome outfit she needed to wear, the turtleneck+cargo pants combo just wouldnt work without looking Pretty Bad. It also helps her outfit stand out a bit more, as she’s now the only character in the main cast that is wearing a skirt. She’s meant to be an inversion of the “nerdy girl lets her hair down and puts on a dress and Now She Is Popular” trope, so the idea is that when she earns her 2nd color, she will start wearing her hair up again, and the cargo pants can come back. Maybe.

Marshmallow Fluff - I honestly hit the nail on the head with this one in the initial batch of concepts I did, so I didnt change much lol. The biggest change is that I made her hair light again. This was because shes obviously meant to have a cloud motif, but her sister (who I rarely post about lol) has a thundercloud motif-- basically, I’m just saying that the darker hair is gonna go to her sister instead.

Banana Pudding - Again, she looks almost exactly the same. I just changed the red outline of her original dress to be less contrasting, since I got a lot of people asking if she’d earned two colors or not. Hopefully, its more clear now that she’s only earned one.

Watermelon Sorbet - As much as I liked her original design, many many people told me she looked like a ‘cool yoga instructor’ character. Which, while not terrible, wasn't exactly what I was going for; she’s meant to be more of an ‘edm dancer’ kind of character. So, I decided to change out her pants for bigger legwarmers that I’m hoping make her look a bit more hyper active.

Thats all my notes lol. I have no idea if anyone is gonna read this far, but if you do, thanks :’) I fully realize that making so many notes about this looks silly, considering theyre OCs and not like ..... widely known characters. So Im sure a lot of what Ive said just sounds like gibberish. But its fun to ME!!!!!!!!

I’ve got more character designs to post over the next week or so; namely, the 3 Antagonists (Grape Soda, Orange Custard, and Angel Cake) + the parents (which includes 2 characters Ive never shown before, but Im very excited to share lol). Those posts wont be accompanied with longwinded notes like this one is; Im just the most excited about these designs and wanted to talk about them.

[bluegekk0]

That fluffy hyena post made me think of how Grimm got more and more fluffy over time. Of course this is just me changing his design, but I like to think there's an in-universe reason for it.

His fur grows, it needs to be trimmed every now and then. What if, similarly to how FPK stopped worrying about appearances over time, he decided to just let it grow and only trim it when it starts getting in the way? Perhaps he noticed how much FPK loves burying his face in it, so he thought he would enjoy if there was more of it?

But what if he didn't even need to modify it to be fluffier between rituals, what if Hallownest's cold climate influences its growth? Of course, he doesn't actually need more fluff to keep warm, his body is like a walking furnace. I'm not sure how him having a "winter coat gene" would even work, but it's fun to imagine.

Though I think what's more likely is that he just lets it grow much longer. His Nightmare King form shows that he can be very fluffy, and you can see it in his children as well - their fluff covers most of their bodies, and so they end up looking a lot more like his godly self compared to his physical body. But in the case of his physical form, it doesn't grow on his torso, so he overall loses that fluffiness.

Speaking of that torso, I imagine he made it like this for no other reason but appearance. Before he settled down with FPK, he particularly cared about his looks - being attractive meant that he would find casual partners, which he needed to satisfy his needs. With how prevalent shells are in many bug species he met, a shiny body was seen as especially attractive. Though it's worth noting that his torso isn't actually all hard-shell - the back is, particularly the spine sail, but it gets softer as you move towards the front, so his chest and stomach are far softer and more flexible. With proper maintenance it smooth and shiny, and that made him more desirable.

He still maintains it now, despite the previous reason seeming a tad desperate, he does genuinely like how he looks, and so it's for himself more than anything. He also quite likes the fluffier appearance, especially his fluffy neck and butt, and finds styling it in the morning very enjoyable (the sight of FPK's clearly distracted eyes reacting to the extra volume in his fluffy bottom is a nice bonus).

And yeah there's no explanation for the tail, I just pretend it's always been there. I hate looking at older art where he has no tail, it looks so awkward. Funny thing is, I did intend to give him a tail a while back, but it was more like a stubby lizard tail with spikes on it, I ended up scrapping it because it looked weird. But with his design getting fluffier, a more mammalian tail was a natural conclusion. Though it does make me want to redraw a lot of older art and include it there...

[goosewriting]

Mikey with blue prompt 1 and 32, trying to teach the reader how to make cookies but they're uh... Not. That good at it lmao. But they keep trying and it ends with them making a pretty good batch!

Vanilla extract (rottmnt Mikey x reader)

prompt 1: “I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone screw something up that fast before.” prompt 32: “Do you take constructive criticism?” “Not without crying.”

summary: Mikey and reader bake cookies together, but reader is really bad at it. 

relationship: Rise!Mikey x GN reader

warnings: reader being a danger in the kitchen lmao 

word count: 1.2k

A/N: (this one can be read as both platonic or romantic!) as someone who really likes baking cookies, this hurt a little to write XD also enjoy the currently tumblr-relevant little joke höhö

(english is not my first language. constructive criticism and grammar corrections are very appreciated!)

– – – 

Mikey and you had decided to bake cookies, which you had never done before. You had actually never baked anything before, and you weren’t exactly an ace in the kitchen. So he was more than happy to teach you. He even had the recipe book open on the counter so you could check the instructions with him. After all, how hard could it be? 

“First things first” Mikey says, as you both finish tying your aprons. “We need to measure all the ingredients.”

And that’s when disaster already hit.

You had never really handled flour before, so you flipped the package over with a little too much force, causing a lot of flour to spill onto the counter instead of into the measuring cup. Mikey was quick to tell you it wasn’t a big deal, and wiped the surface with a damp cloth, instructing you to either go slower or use a big spoon to get the powder out bit by bit. 

After the dry ingredients were all measured and standing on the counter in their individual bowls, it was time to mix them up. You remembered Mikey mentioning that the dry and the wet ingredients had to be mixed separately first before combining them. So you grab the sugar and are about to pour it into the flour, when Mikey stops you.

“It’s actually better to mix up the sugar with the butter” he points out. “It makes the butter fluffier.”

Now you’re even more confused; how would that even work?

Following the turtle’s instructions, you first mashed up the butter with a fork, then put that and the sugar into the stand mixer. You turned on the machine, but the dials were opposite of how you thought, so you set it to the maximum speed. That not only almost broke the mixer, but it also sent the bowl and its contents flying. You sheepishly cleaned up the mess and measured out more sugar, while Mikey told you not to worry about it for the second time that day.

When the butter was all mixed with the sugar, it was time to add the eggs. You were about to reach out for one when Mikey stepped in and said he’d do it himself. Fidgeting with a spoon in your hands, you watched as he skillfully cracked them open, the yolk and whites falling into the bowl in an almost elegant way that you felt was intended to mock you. He didn’t get a single eggshell piece into the batter either. 

After mixing everything together (now that you knew how to properly operate the stand mixer), Mikey handed you a little bottle that read “vanilla extract”. You opened the bottle, giving it a sniff, and hummed in delight at how good that smelled.

“Hey, look at me” Mikey suddenly said in a serious tone, grabbing you by the shoulders. “One tablespoon, not more. You understand? Just a couple of drops is all it takes.”

You nodded and did as he said, adding only a small spoonful of the thick liquid to the batter. After closing the bottle, you looked at the spoon for probably a second too long, because Mikey snatched it from your hand.

“You don’t want to lick that, trust me” he said with a chuckle. “You’ll regret it.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. It smelled so wonderful! Of course you wanted to lick it. It surely tasted just as good right? 

But your plan couldn't come to fruition as Mikey was already starting the next step. He added some chocolate chips, mixed it a little more, then sifted the flour into the batter. He first folded it in with a wooden spatula, then with his hands. 

Taking out the dough, he skillfully kneaded it on the counter, and you wondered how many times he had done this before, he clearly knew what he was doing. With the rolling pin he flattened it all to a cookie-worthy thickness and stepped aside to make place for you.

“Would you do the honours?” he asked, handing you a container with several cookie cutters. 

You squealed in glee at all the cute designs, and chose one in the shape of a sea turtle. Surely this was the easiest, impossible-to-mess-up part, right?

Mikey first observed you with happiness, content that he could teach you something new. But with every passing second, his expression turned to horrified confusion. Somehow, and he still couldn’t understand how, every single piece of dough you had cut out, came out looking like anything other than a turtle. Even when you switched to the regular circular cookie cutter, the cookies you were scooping up from the counter looked like disfigured sad little blobs. Before he could stop himself, he mumbled under his breath.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone screw something up that fast before.”

He regretted the words as soon as they left his mouth. You gasped, giving him a hurt look, then looking back at your handiwork in front of you, and you pouted: he was absolutely right. 

“But hey, we came this far!” Mikey tried to comfort you. “They don’t have to look perfect, as long as they taste good; that just means they’re homemade! All that’s left is to bake them.” 

So you did, except that you forgot to set the timer for the cookies in the oven while you were cleaning up the kitchen. You both got distracted talking about a game, and as you were taking out your phone to show it to him, he sniffed the air.

“Say, how much longer on the timer?” Mikey asked and craned his neck over your shoulder to look at the oven in horror.

“Whoops” is all that you managed to answer, before you both rushed to save whatever you could of your precious baked goods. Mikey quickly slipped the oven mitts over his hands and opened the glass door, a concerning cloud of smoke erupting from behind it. Taking the baking tray and placing it on the stove, you both stood silently before it, staring at the practically carbonised little blobs on it. 

“Hey, it’s fine~” Mikey suddenly said, one arm over your shoulder while his other reached out to grab a cookie. You couldn’t stop him in time, as he had already popped one in his mouth. The crunching that came from his chewing mouth was as concerning as it was horrifying. You could only watch in shock as he actually gulped it down.

“Hmm” he sighed, rubbing his chin in thought. “Do you take constructive criticism?” 

“Not without crying” you answered, and your shoulders slumped. How could you mess this up so badly?

Mikey chuckled and pulled you in for a hug, giving your cheek a little peck, which made you feel a little better. He then suggested making a new batch, but this time he made sure to give you more detailed instructions and guide you through every step. That new batch actually turned out really well, and you enjoyed your well-deserved prize with some hot chocolate.

– – –

Bonus: 

You were sitting at the table with the rest of the turtles, all eating your cookies and complimenting you on how good they had turned out, when you remembered something. Excusing yourself for a second to go get more hot chocolate, you stepped back into the kitchen, and reached for the vanilla extract bottle. You gave it another whiff, enjoying the smell, and poured some drops onto a spoon. As soon as you put it in your mouth however, you immediately regretted it. Mikey was right: this tasted awful. Going “Ew! How?!” followed by coughing, you heard a laugh from the other room, and Mikey’s voice: “I told you so!”

~~~~~

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[kinkandkreep]

Hello luv🌌👋🏻 What type of woman do you think miguel would go for, an introvert, an extrovert or a bit of a femme fatale? Have a nice day :)

Hey hey hun! Thanks for sending this in. 😁

Personally, I think Miguel is a bit more introverted himself, but I could honestly see him being attracted to both extroverts (to help push him out of his comfort zone) and introverts, because who doesn’t appreciate a kindred spirit?

To be completely fair, I think he leans more heavily towards fellow introverts, just because I feel that Miguel is someone who genuinely appreciates silence and peace and he would want someone who can comprehend that he recharges best when in solitude and ultimately shares the same qualities. 

As for the femme fatale, I honestly don’t think he’d be super attracted to a woman like that. Find her sexy maybe, but that wouldn’t be the type of woman he’d look to settle down with. And as for the way I portray Miguel, and have interpreted his character from the research I’ve done, he does eventually want to settle down. 

Here’s a couple extra little insights into what I envision is Miguel’s type:

External Characteristics:

Miguel is a big, built guy, but he definitely has a huge soft spot for fluffier girls

I’m talking thick thighs, plush behinds, larger busts, soft tummies 

Yeah give him some a’ alla dat

His favorite eye color is brown, but in the grand scheme of things, if he loves you, your eye color really doesn’t matter 

He definitely wants a woman who’s shorter than him, and given that he’s like 6’, a woman like that won’t be hard to find, but he can definitely appreciate a taller woman

Additionally, I imagine that Miguel is actually a very neat/orderly person, and so he needs someone who is equally if not more so 

Internal Characteristics: 

Listen love, any woman that’s gone be wit ‘ole Gigi gone need toughened skin

Though he definitely tries to be gentle, and absolutely can be, he can also come off a abrasive and harsh at times

He needs someone who knows that he never intends to be that way with them, and someone who can also put him in place should he step out of line

He also, very similarly to the last character I did these for, needs a nurturer

Now whether or not he’ll admit that is somethin’ else

Miguel needs/wants someone to help ground him, someone who can reel him back when his duties as a Spiderman drive him off the deep end 

A nurturer would also serve the role of providing him comfort after a long day or when things go awry in the line of duty

Any woman that’s gonna be with Miguel is gonna need to uphold a certain level of responsibility

And I mean that generally

Miguel is a very responsible person, and he wouldn’t be able to function with someone who’s not 

If I think of more things to include here, I will at a later time. But for right now, this is everything I was able to think up regarding Miguel’s type. 

I hope you enjoyed! 👋🏾

[still-a-morosexual-help]

I really really hope you're right, this just killed my motivation for everything. What happened with Solomare's story jar already left a bad taste in my mouth too.

I know I'll feel better in a few days, but I felt lied to when they said they'd continue the story and the app. And it's going to be even lighter and fluffier and a replacement for the main story line? One that new players will perfectly fit into? I was so looking forward to learning more about what would happen to Simeon.

Also not announcing it until last minute? For once I'm really glad I can barely afford food, because I'd be devastated if I had spent even a dollar. But maybe that's just me being poor.

I'm mostly likely going to stop writing for a while until I've archived everything important from the app, which is gonna take ages just in case anyway.

But anyway, are there any recent events you thought were better than usual? I've been too sick to grind lately so I haven't unlocked them. I want to know which ones to archive as soon as possible once the six months are up.

Sorry for bringing the mood down and the rant, but you seem to be the only positive one I follow that isn't outright calling people stupid or pathetic for being upset so I'm really hoping your positivity rubs off on me.

I do hope you keep posting for Nightbringer too! I have several issues with my hands so I don't think I'll ever be able to see the end of the og story line, and I especially love your analyses out of anyone else's.

Okay okay so they are continuing the og app and continuing the story, the only difference is they'll be continuing the mainstory in nightbringer and the og app will just be getting events. So the og app will continue the way it has since the end of s4 and new main story content will be uploaded to nightbringer (the devs did says this)

Not sure what happened with story jar but Obey Me! is solmare's most popular game. Objectively, nothing solmare has created has ever come near to reaching om! And I'm talking purely in the money making side of it - the anime? mangas? songs? merch? cons? VAs getting heavily involved in everything? Solmare's a business. As long as there's a fandom and a demand for it they're not gonna kill the og app.

Plus the majority of om's content is on the og app, with new content and old events still being released. If they wanted to kill the og app they'd stop releasing new content and updating lonely devil.

Since nightbringer will be continuing the mainstory from where they left off, they'd also need to move all of S1-4 the chats, call & devilgrams to nightbringer if they were gonna kill the og - and I'd imagine that's more hassle than it's worth

I do think we'd learn more about what happened to simeon;

• devs said they'd be continuing the main story in nightbringer so that'd include simeon

• nightbringer's current plot is about time travel and mc trying to find a way back home - so they will end up back in the current time at some point, where simeon's whole thing can be addressed

• s3 established that luke wasn't alive when the brothers were angels. If they intended to keep mc in the past they'd either have to scrap luke's entire character (?????) or retcon s3 which so far dropped the most lore

• thirteen (who's supposed to turn into a LI)'s first visit to the devildom happens in s4 and in nightbringer's op we see her in Diavolo's castle. Which means we're seeing the present timeline as well

....i think you're maybe panicking a bit too much? You definitely don't need to archive anything anytime soon. For well all of the reasons I mentioned above.... Maybe someday you'd have to but definitely not right now

Honestly I liked all the events🤷

No worries! And Yeah I think the thing people are forgetting is that Nightbringer is STILL Obey Me! I'm definitely going to be still talking about it

Ok so I have an exam in 2 days and I think I've answered every possible question about Nightbringer you could possibly have so I'm calling it here.

Won't be answering new asks until sunday. Everything posted will be from queue.

If you want to see my others asks/answers regarding Nighbringer just hit the tag on this post

[porthecrawl-witness]

Hey, guys. 

I am, in fact, alive. So is the story. Still here. Still chipping away. Changing this thing, changing it back...

I’d always planned on two books. These days, I would, in the most literal sense, rather walk into the ocean than even think about two books. So. Right now, I’m re-writing the final chapters to offer what I hope are satisfying conclusions, complete with epilogues. Loose plot threads are being removed, along with references to those things (though, frankly, I’ve probably missed some of them), because they were intended to play out over the course of book two. Rather than hurry to tie up those loose threads, I’d rather just cut them.

But the going is slow and quite frankly, I’m working sporadically. I put it down for a good long while. But the good news is that the story will indeed be releasing for free. It will remain “Free to Play” on dashingdon when the time comes. Do I reserve the right to change my mind? Yeah, sure. Maybe as error reports roll in and get cleaned up, I’ll throw it at the publisher and see what sticks. But right now, I want this hulking bastard off of my plate. I am, however, using the opportunity to bump up the rating. It’s darker, the content more mature, the endings (some of them) grimmer, some fluffier.

And I think, weirdly, having accepted that, I feel better about it. Sort shedding the pressure of worrying about what’s going to sell or be appealing and instead, having silly fun here and leaning a little grimdark there. 

So, in the meantime, I will now be retreating back to my hidey-hole. I’ll send up a smoke signal when things start dropping. Promise.

[domripley]

Handjobs / SPH

pairing(s): dominik mysterio x reader; mentions rhea ripley x reader x dominik mysterio

warnings: handjobs, switch!dom, sub!reader, small penis humiliation, verbal humiliation, soft dom. i would say this is more fluffier than I was intending but oh well, mommy kink.

kinktober 2023 day 3: handjobs & sph

edited by my lovely girlfriend @specialinterestshows 🥰

“Rhea told you to what?” Dom asked, leaning back in his seat on the couch. The two of you had been watching some movie until you got a phone call from Rhea. The three of you had been dating for a few months now, but with Rhea being the champion, she was busier than usual.

“She told me… she told me that she wants me to try domming you,” you whisper, feeling your face heat up with embarrassment.

“Uh-huh,” Dom nodded, taking in the information you just told him. “Are you comfortable with that?”

“It depends on what you’d want me to do with you,” you paused, studying his face, “Or the right wording would be: what you want me to do to you.”

“You usually sub to both Rhea and me. Would you rather start off with something small?” Dom asked, moving closer to you. You tapped your fingers against the armrest of the couch. You were nervous, but not uncomfortable.

“That’ll work. Give me a few moments?” you asked.

Dom nodded, getting up from the couch and grabbing his cup of water. “I’ll be in the bedroom, please feel free to take your time - I’m in no rush.”

He leaned down in front of you and kissed you softly. You watched as Dom pulled away and licked his lips. “I love you, and you’ll tell me if you need to stop, right?”

“I love you too and yes, I’ll tell you if I need to stop,” you said.

“Good girl,” he winked before turning and making his way to the bedroom. You sat still, unsure of how to go about it. On the one hand, you know that eventually you’ll be going back to subbing for both Dom and Rhea so it wouldn’t be too bad. On the other hand, Dom was understanding; he would stop no matter what, if you became uncomfortable. You just wished you weren’t so nervous, especially since you trusted Dom.

After a good six minutes of contemplating, you decided to try domming him. Taking a deep breath, you picked up your drink and walked to the bedroom where you found Dom scrolling through Twitter on his phone.

“You okay?” he asked, looking up from his phone as soon as he realized that you were now in the room with him.

“Yeah! I decided to give domming you a chance, but I don’t know if I could go full out, like Rhea. I’m sorry,” you bit your lip, trying your best to stay relaxed. You were already nervous and didn’t want to make things worse.

“No, no, you have nothing to apologize for, honestly. How about this: if you’re ready, you start with how you want me?”

“I’m ready, and I… I can do that, I think,” you nodded, “Take your clothes off for me, and I want you to sit on the edge of the bed while I set Rhea’s camera up.”

“Yes…” Dom trailed off, unsure of a title you would prefer.

“I don’t really like a lot of titles, maybe ‘Mommy’? I’ll tell you if I end up not liking it,” you said, and Dom nodded.

“Yes, Mommy,” Dom said. You watched for a few seconds as he got up and began to take his clothes off, having to force yourself to focus on setting Rhea’s camera up in front of the bed.

“Good boy,” you praised, sighing with relief that you got the camera on faster than you expected.

You turned it on before sitting down next Dom, looking down to see that his cock was still a bit soft. You took a deep breath, knowing if you weren’t good at it, he wouldn’t judge you.

“You want me to help get this small, pathetic cock hard for you?” you asked, studying his face to make sure you hadn’t gone too far.

”Fuck,” he groaned.

You smiled, looking down to see that you had made his cock harder than it had been.

“Rhea was right, you do like being humiliated, don’t you?” you asked, feeling more comfortable than before. You weren’t sure as to why you were so nervous to begin with - Dom made you comfortable. You loved him.

When he didn’t answer, you slapped his thigh softly. “I asked you a question, Dom-Dom,” you said firmly.

“I-I do, Mommy, fuck,” he gasped as you grabbed his cock gently. You leaned down, letting spit collect in your mouth before letting it fall onto his cock. Rubbing the pad of your thumb against the tip to collect your spit, you let out a laugh as Dom whimpered, “Please, please.”

“Please what?” you asked, faux sympathy laced in your voice.

“Please make me come,” Dom whispered, embarrassed with how fast he gave in.

You knew how Dom was with round one - he would come fast, embarrassingly fast, but after that, he was able to last a lot longer. You decided not to comment on that, considering that Rhea rarely brought it up.

“You want Mommy to make you come? Hm?” you teased, slowly jerking his cock.

“Yes, yes, yes, please-“ he began, but you cut him off as you began to speed up your hand.

You stilled your hand, loosening up your grip, smiling at the fact that his face was bright red. “You want to come? Go on and fuck my hand with this small, pathetic cock of yours.”

Dom did as he was told, fucking up into your hand. You leaned in closer once more, but this time, you licked the tip of his cock slowly as he continued. You didn’t want to give him too much just yet, but you couldn’t stop yourself.

“Your mouth. Want your mouth,“ he whined, but you pulled your face away from his cock.

“What? Is my hand not good enough for you?” you mocked, causing Dom to shake his head.

“N-No, just want more, Mommy,” he said, closing his eyes as he continued to fuck your hand.

“Stop fucking my hand,” you instructed.

Dom stopped immediately, breathing heavily as you began to slowly stroke his shaft once more. “Good boy. You want to come?”

Dom bit his lip, nodding in response. Removing your hand from his cock, you waited until he opened his eyes to look at you before you said anything to him. If he wanted something, he was going to have to say it out loud. Dom licked his lips, getting the hint. “I want to come, Mommy.”

“Good boy, come when you’re ready,” you said softly, bringing your hand back to his cock.

You began to stroke his cock faster than you had originally, taking in all the whimpers he was making. He came with a cry, but you continued - only stopping when he began to push your hand away.

“You did so good for me,” you praised. Leaning back on your side and kissing him on the cheek, you couldn’t help but smile as he closed his eyes.

“I did so good? You did a great job for your first time domming,” Dom smiled, turning onto his side to face you, “You up for round two?”

“Yes, but I’d rather not dom again, if you’re okay with that,” you said, biting your lip as you waited for his response.

“More than okay, Princess.”

[jar-of-maise]

hcq: jing yuan & yingxing drabble

“What kind of women do you like, Shi-xiong?” Jing Yuan asks one day, when he has a rare free day. He is sitting on one of Yingxing’s workbenches, that annoying little brat. It’s not even like Yingxing has invited him before, it just so happens that Jing Yuan came once, once and wasn’t immediately evicted by Yingxing. Now he won’t leave. 

Maybe Yingxing is also a convenient babysitter. Jingliu probably thinks so, given how she doesn’t reprimand Jing Yuan for idling around the Artisanship Commission…until he’s slacking off on official training. 

“What sort of question is that?” YIngxing asks in bewilderment, nearly hitting his thumb with his hammer in surprise. Though he misses just slightly, he still glares at the fluffy, white-haired boy who shrugs and says, “you didn’t hit yourself though. Isn’t that proof of your forging prowess?” Yingxing would be flattered…but this is Jing Yuan who’s complimenting him, which is like being mocked more than anything else.

“That was luck you brat,” Yingxing snorts, paying closer attention to his work this time when he examines the metal. Deciding that he was going to ignore that unruly child for real this time. 

Jing Yuan watches him for a minute, nose scrunching up as he scrutinises Yingxing’s work. He doesn’t know the first thing about forging but that won’t stop him from running his mouth just to annoy the middle-aged man whenever he can. It’s fun, and gives him a lot more pleasure than studying scrolls. He’s already trying to think of a way to annoy Yingxing, he just needs a starting point…

“Sooo,” Jing Yuan begins, and Yingxing actually stops looking at his work to fix him with a deadpan stare, “I don’t want to hear it, Shi-di,” he grumbles, his frown only deepening when Jing Yuan’s cheeky amber eyes begin to sparkle with mischief. 

It’s not a look he minds seeing on most kids’ faces, but coming from Jing Yuan, who is a master schemer of pranks, it feels horrid. Like adding insult to injury. And as the victim of many of Jing Yuan and Baiheng pranks, or aeon-forbid a prank they’ve both planned, Yingxing isn’t keen on entertaining Jing Yuan’s antics. 

Well, he tolerates them anyway, because Jingliu will very sincerely murder him if anything happens to this irritating, fluffy ball of sunshine. Or at least, that’s what Yingxing tells himself, especially because he’s totally never ended up laughing over Jing Yuan’s antics before. 

“You didn’t answer my question,” Jing Yuan insists, the prolonged silence not enough to disturb his conviction. 

Yingxing blinks once, then, out of impulse, says, “answer mine first.” 

“That’s not how that works!” Jing Yuan exclaims, and Yingxing swears that he sees Jing Yuan’s hair become two times fluffier than it usually is when the boy puffs up in agitation. He almost wants to laugh but keeps the amusement tucked behind his lips, where it threatens to bubble over anyways. 

“I’m older, so you should respect your elders. Answer my question first.” Yingxing says, waiting for Jing Yuan to rise to his provocations. 

Obviously the bait is taken. Especially because Jing Yuan looks indignant, like he’s about to pull out his sword and poke one of Yingxing’s eyeballs out. With how Yingxing is taunting him, it might actually happen. 

“Hmph, fine.” Jing Yuan relents, crossing his arms over his chest like the petulant child that he is, “I’m just curious, I mean, surely you’d have a type right?” 

Yingxing feels a vein pop in his temple, “well definitely not a loud person then,” he says, it’s intended to be a direct hint to Jing Yuan, one that the child doesn’t pick up on. With Jing Yuan’s smarts it definitely wasn’t out of ignorance for the sarcastic quip. 

“And?” Jing Yuan says, attentively listening with a rapture that Yingxing wishes he could show in a time that wasn’t now. 

“What else?”

Jing Yuan looks at him incredulously, like he’s grown two heads, “there has to be more! An old man like you has got to have some kind of idea of their ideal partner or something!” 

“I– Did you just call me an old man?” Yingxing demands, picking up a prototype sword and pointing it at Jing Yuan threateningly. 

“So what if I did? I bet you like mature old ladies too!” Jing Yuan taunts, “old hags for the ancient old grandpa,” he tries to chant, though failing miserably because of the lack of rhyme. 

Yingxing hits Jing Yuan on the head with the flat side of his blade, “this is why you don’t slack off in your studies, young one,” he chides, “and my type aren’t old hags,” he says, putting extra emphasis on the last part. 

“So you do have a type!” Jing Yuan crones, eyes lighting up excitedly. 

Yingxing rolls his eyes, “everyone has their own preferences, it’s natural.” 

“That’s why you should tell me!” Suddenly Jing Yuan gasps, and Yingxing feels his stomach fall to the floor, “you aren’t ashamed of your type…are you?” 

Yingxing’s brow twitches, “am not,” he says shortly.

“Are you sure?” Jing Yuan’s eyebrows disappear into his snowy white fringe with obvious suspicion. 

“One hundred percent,” Yingxing deadpans, fixing the boy with a flat, unimpressed look. 

“So–” Jing Yuan begins, “no you’ve already used up your questions for the day. Shoo,” Yingxing interrupts, waving his hand dismissively. 

“Aw, at least spar with me,” Jing Yuan whines, “I’m so lonely,” he adds, like it will help his case. 

“Go bother Baiheng or Dan Feng,” Yingxing says, “I’m busy.” 

“You’re on a first name basis with Dan Feng?!” Jing Yuan exclaims, his round eyes betraying his surprise, “Aeons I thought you hated each other!” 

Yingxing smiles enigmatically, in the exact way that he knows will annoy Jing Yuan the most, “that’s why you pay attention kiddo.” 

Jing Yuan puffs up his cheeks. Yingxing takes a certain kind of pleasure in riling him up, and simply laughs, patting Jing Yuan’s shoulder in the most aggravating way he can. Before Yingxing can return to his work though, the child is immediately bouncing over to him, “can you spar with me?” 

“Why?” 

“You know, because…hey! Stop bullying me!” Jing Yuan exclaims when Yingxing turns away when he’s midway through his sentence and begins to polish a sword absently. 

“Mhm,” Yingxing says noncommittally, dodging Jing Yuan’s punch when the boy aims for his stomach, judging by the way Jing Yuan maintains his balance, his close combat must have improved once again. Yingxing has half a mind to ask Jingliu to stop training him so hard before Jing Yuan can outfight a whole Cloud Knight Squadron…not that he isn’t already a child prodigy.

“Come on, shi-xiong,” Jing Yuan pleads, finally managing to land a blow on Yingxing who laughs and parries the next one away with one hand. It’s utterly infuriating. 

Yingxing relents a little, “okay, but only if you say the magic word,” he says persuasively, in the way that adults would speak to a very young child. Apparently some call it parent-ese, a strange term but not illogical. 

Jing Yuan pouts, “why? Stop treating me like a child!” 

“You are one though.” Yingxing retorts, dodging the rain of punches that Jing Yuan tries to hit him with through fits of laughter. 

“Hmph.”

“I’ll only spar with you if you say it. C’mon, what’s the magic word?” 

“...”

Yingxing waits patiently, watching as the gears turn in Jing Yuan’s head as he comes up with and discards answers. He doesn’t know why it’s taking that silly boy so long, it’s only one word. Yingxing smiles to himself, maybe even a genius prodigy child finds some things challenging. Either way, he does not lack time, he is more than willing to wait. 

“...Please…”

Yingxing smiles, he’s already satisfied, but wonders how far he can push the boundaries, “please what?” 

“Please…spar with me, shi-xiong…” Jing Yuan says, with the affected air of reluctance, each word is dragged out of him like a gun is being held to his head. 

YIngxing relents, brushing his hands and removing his apron, “alright, shi-di.” He pats Jing Yuan’s head and watches fondly when the child immediately jumps up and rushes out the doors. He follows behind, as damage control, making sure to apologise to the disgruntled craftsmen who frown at the boy’s back.

When they finish sparring, the sky has darkened, the sun has long set beyond their horizons. Yingxing stops for a minute to admire the sky then continues walking, Jing Yuan is sleeping on his shoulder. He steps into the Cloud Knight dorms where most of the soldiers are already sleeping. The night has only just begun, but the boy in his arms sleeps as though dead to the world. 

The cool wind of the night blows across Yingxing’s cheeks, he makes sure the boy in his arms is covered before he opens a door. 

“I…” the boy mumbles, Yingxing pauses briefly to listen to the child, a tickle of fluffy white hair brushing across his cheek when his head turns.  

“I’ve finally won…” Jing Yuan says, still seized by the dream world where defeat does not exist and goodbyes are not endings. 

Yingxing smiles, compared to everyone else, Jingliu who is already the strongest, Baiheng who commands the astral seas, Dan Feng who is the High Elder of the Vidyadhara and Yingxing himself, this boy has been trying to improve himself everyday. A sun might have already set, and its warmth long lost from the Luofu, but here in his arms, is the sun. The only one the High-Cloud recognises.

He sets the boy down on his bed and lets himself be dragged down too when the boy’s grip does not falter. He waits patiently, for those unrelenting hands to loosen. Lying in the darkness, he pats the boy’s back comfortingly. 

"You will soon be better than everyone, and that will be only the beginning..." He says softly, Jing Yuan rests against his chest, one breath away from snoring. He might be annoying, might be a nosy little brat who doesn’t keep his attitude in check and is impulsive at the worst of times, but watching him now, Yingxing is content. 

Happy that he has such a shi-di. Maybe, he’ll even let Jing Yuan drool on him, just for tonight. 

The moon rises, peeks in through the window and leaves with a satisfied smile. When the sun rises again in the new morning, Jingliu stops at the door and beckons to someone, Baiheng smiles indulgently at them and hides Jingliu’s sword behind her so that the martial artist won’t raise it to hit the slumbering duo. Even Dan Feng lets a rare smile slip through his icy facade when he sees them. 

And neither Yingxing nor Jing Yuan are any wiser when they wake up.