#like he’d throw on sweatpants and a lingerie top and call it good

[nerdetiquette]

Can we all agree Juno has the worst sense of style? Like Rita has her whole kid/rainbow core going on, Buddy knows what looks good after being in weird Victorian baby doll clothes for her entire childhood, Vespa has really good punk style, Nureyev is Nureyev and we know he has style, and Jet is a car guy with a leather jacket which automatically makes you cool, Juno wears turtlenecks and a trench coat and thinks he’s cool but isn’t

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Change Of Plans

Summary: As the reader and Dean begin their romantic weekend away, mother nature decides to visit the reader a week early and throw off all of their plans. Dean however is intent on making sure the reader feels okay and is still enjoying their time together...

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 1,500ish

Warnings: language, period talk, nudity, implied planned smutty times

A/N: Because we all know how much it sucks when a period drops by early unannounced. Enjoy!

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“Of fucking course,” you said as you sat on the toilet at the cabin. You’d glanced down and grumbled, stomping your foot on the ground.

“Y/N? You okay in there?” asked Dean from the other side of the door. You rested your elbows on your knees and put your head in your hands. You let out a shaky breath and heard him crack the door. “Sweetheart?”

“I got my stupid period a stupid week early. I’m never early. This was supposed to be a romantic weekend away and I feel like shit and I’m bloated and I don’t even have supplies,” you said. Dean stepped inside and squatted down beside you. He ran his hand over your head and you peeled your hands away from your face.

“There is no reason this still can’t be a romantic weekend. We don’t need sex for romance or long sweaty hikes or any of that stuff. We will still have a great time. I’m going to run to the store in town and get you some stuff. How about you take a hot shower and I will be back by the time you’re all done?” he said. You nodded and he kissed your forehead as he stood. He waggled a few fingers and he dashed outside, the roar of the impala echoing through the house. 

You wadded up some toilet paper in the meantime and were able to go back out to the bedroom. You flew open your bag and groaned. There was a brand new pair of lingerie that would not be used along with two of Dean’s other favorites. It wasn’t like you two regularly dressed up. Dean’s birthday. Valentine’s Day. Your anniversary. Your back from Purgatory anniversary. There were spur of the moment times when you would put on something sexier than your usual stuff under your clothes and tease Dean. There were times like when he wore the tightest, most drool worthy pair of boxer briefs in a pretty green that matched his eyes. 

You went over to his duffel and zipped it open, sighing to yourself. Those freaking boxer briefs were sat right on top and he never, never wore them unless he was planning on you taking them off of him. Underneath there were new condoms and lube. A cramp rumbled low across your abdomen and you groaned.

“Why do you have to ruin everything? One nice weekend with my boyfriend with no hunts and no stress and you have to come along early and fuck it all up,” you said. You shut his bag and grabbed sweatpants, a pair of clean plain bikini underwear and his hoodie. A few minutes later you’d washed out your underwear and jeans as best you could and had them going in the washer with some cleaner sprayed on them. You stood under the shower, your cramps stronger now but the heat from the water was helping combat it for the moment. The first day was always the worst.

“Y/N, I’m back,” called Dean. He came into the bathroom after a minute and you looked over to him setting some things down on the counter. He put a package of new pads and tampons down along with the thicker ones for sleeping. A bottle of pain medicine was set next to it before he opened it up. He filled a glass with water and walked over to you. He dropped it in your hand and you popped them in your mouth before they could dissolve, quickly swallowing them down.

“I know we don’t got your heat pack but I found something at the pharmacy I hope works pretty good,” he said. 

“Thanks, babe.” You gave him a kiss, sprinkling water droplets all on his face. “You want to come in? We could still have fun with you.”

“You feel like shit, sweetheart. Relax, don’t worry about a thing. I got the heating thing warming up out on the couch. I’m gonna see if that restaurant we were going to go to tonight does delivery,” he said. He pecked a kiss to the tip of your nose and you smiled before he skipped out.

He was still happy, happier than was normal for him. It wasn’t faked or forced. The two of you still had a quiet weekend to yourselves. 

By the time you were exiting the bathroom is some comfy clothes, the pain meds had kicked in. The dull throbbing lingered but it wasn’t as bad as it would have been. You found Dean in the open kitchen and family room area. He’d changed into a pair of sweatpants and a long sleeve henley and was humming to himself as he worked at the counter.

“What are ya up to handsome?” you asked. You wrapped your arms around him from behind and ducked your head under his arm.

“I my dear am making us some Boulevardier’s,” he said.

“Oh. We haven’t tried that one yet,” you said. 

“I think you’re gonna like it. That little cocktail book you got me for my birthday has come in very, very handy,” he said. You nuzzled his back as he finished up. A burst of pain shot through you and you grunted quietly into his shirt. “Go rest, sweetheart. I’ll bring this right over.”

You nodded and went over to the giant couch. Dean had shoved the ottoman up against the jutted out portion of the couch giving the two of you the equivalent of a king sized bed to sprawl on. You crawled onto it and picked up the large rectangular blanket-like pad with a cord that was sat on top. Instantly you felt the heat coming off of it. You laid back and rested it over your lower abdomen, warmth creeping into your skin. You sighed and shut your eyes, Dean quietly taking a spot beside you. He put his arm over your shoulder but didn’t try to move you. He knew for whatever strange reason you needed to be still, let the heat burrow deep down and ease the pain for a bit before you could shift comfortably.

“I fucking love this thing,” you mumbled against his shoulder fifteen minutes later.

“Yeah?” he asked. “I can feel it on my leg. Feels nice and toasty. I bet we can use it for when your feet get cold in the winter too.”

“You’re a saint, Dean Winchester,” you said. You scooted closer to him and opened your eyes, Dean smiling as he sat there with you, one arm resting against the couch end and holding a glass, the other keeping you safe and close. “This works way better than my heating pad at home.”

“Good. I can’t imagine what a period feels like. I know how tough you are. It’s gotta suck.”

“You get used to it,” you said. “Can I try my drink now?”

“Here you go,” he said as he swapped his glass for the other one on the end table beside him. He handed it to you and you took a sip. 

“Oh I like that. This one is on the make again list for sure,” you said. 

“Hey, watch this,” said Dean. He picked up a remote and hit a button, the fireplace under the tv coming to life.

“Mmm, it’s gonna get so warm in here you might have to take off your shirt,” you said.

“If you promise to wear it to bed I will,” he teased. You sat together quietly, the mixture of medicine, heat and alcohol lulling you into relaxation. The cramps were still there and your stomached was bloated but it was tolerable, faint echoes in the back of your mind. “You awake sweetheart?”

You peeled open your eyes and turned up to face him. You tried to get a kiss but you couldn’t arch much farther without moving. He bent his head down and did it for you, lingering his lips against yours. There was nothing behind it. No sexiness. No desire for more. Just slow and gentle and warmth.

“Let me know whenever you get hungry and we’ll order dinner,” he said. “Oh and they have chocolate icebox pie. We are getting minimum of two for dessert.”

“Sounds yummy,” you said. You lifted your head up when you heard a rumble. The sky was pretty dark for only four in the afternoon and big fat drops of rain were coming down fast. “That storm got here quicker than they said it would.”

“Doesn’t really matter. I don’t plan on leaving this place again,” said Dean. He rubbed his hand gently over your core and you smiled. “Pain better?”

“Much more manageable,” you said. “Thank you. For taking care of me today.”

“You don’t gotta thank me for that. It’s my job,” he said. He kissed your forehead and shut his eyes. “I wouldn’t mind a quick cuddle nap before dinner though.”

“That sounds absolutely perfect, Dean. Just what I need right now.”

“Me too, sweetheart. Me too.”

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[unholyplumpprincess]

Brat

I wanted to write smth self indulgent with Crypto as a bratty bottom and reader as his top. Whoops.

Summary: In which Crypto has been teasing and being a bigger brat than usual and you slap him around a bit until he remembers his place. Beneath you.

(Older content. Y’all remember when I wrote this as SOON as Crypto came out? Omfg.)

Reblogs > Likes. It costs zero dollars to reblog :D

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Relationship: Crypto/Reader

Fandom: Apex Legends

Warnings: R18+/NSFT, S/D dynamics, slapping, pain, asphyxiation, Reader is in lingerie and is more femme but is gender neutral, cutsey aftercare at the end

Words: 2.3k

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There was a lot about your partner you didn’t know.  

What you DID know was limited to: His favorite smell on you was lavender, being little spoon was top priority, he liked home cooking over dinners out, he preferred to be called Crypto nowadays, and of course-

He was a massive fucking brat.

Crypto was an enigma to most. When you got rid of your fingerprints and your entire thing was hacking, you could get quite a few people interested in what you had to hide. Of course, you yourself had been interested in him. Getting to know him was hard, but finding out he liked you back was all the sweeter when you hadn’t seen it coming.

You had surprised him too in return, of course. When he had tried to assume a position above you, his eyes nervous even if his smirk hadn’t been. You’d taken that moment of nerves to push him back. Throwing him down onto the bed and telling him that he was going to be a good little boy for you and learn his place.

Finding out just how much he liked it beneath you was a surprise to you both.

~Rest under the cut~

Well, that is, you’d had plenty beneath you before. You liked taking a dominating position in the bedroom, but just as soft as a lover in the daylight. Of course, you both still went on dates, sat at home in your pajamas and slept all curled up in each other’s limbs.

However, some nights. Some nights you both liked to indulge in a bit of rough play.

Normally it occurred if he had a bad game. He’d come in pouting, smelling of dirt and gun smoke, and look at you with this little expression that said he needed you. You had made it clear in the beginning, there was to be no angry sex, nothing that would mean venting his frustrations into more frustrations.  

But some nights, like tonight, he just wanted to be difficult.

Crypto had been a brat since he’d come home yesterday. Just little things to get your attention. Not showering the night before just so he could in the morning so you’d get an eyeful of him upon waking up. Towel wrapped around his waist and feigning innocence when you’d whined at him.

Then it had been during lunch. You’d curled up on the couch, idly playing with his hair as he tucked himself into your neck to play on his phone. You’d been writing something down with your free hand when soft lips had kissed at your neck up to your ear where teeth replaced them on your lobe. You’d yelped, yanked at his hair as he laughed at you breathily in your ear.

“So cute when you are caught off guard, hm?” He’d teased at you, squeezed your thigh before leaving.

He’d been testing your patience.

It’s why you’d dressed the way you did tonight. A babydoll night gown with a low plunge on the breast, black sheer thigh highs with lace at the tops of your thighs and a garter connecting to your panties. His jacket hung off your shoulders, his plain black one he’d used to sleep in. Left unzipped and comfy on your body.

When he’d come into the bedroom and found you waiting on the bed, his eyebrows had raised in delight. But when he didn’t immediately whine and crawl over to your feet and nuzzle at your thighs for forgiveness, that made you hum.

He wanted to be treated roughly.

Written all over Crypto’s face was defiance as he slid the door shut. Leaning back on it with a smirk on his soft, plush lips. Eyes shining in delight as he looked at you. Awaiting your command.

You give him a moment, let him stay in the silence. Let him weigh in if he wanted to play this game with you or not. He knew his safe word, he knew his signals, he knew what would make you stop.

After just a moment, you instead, beckon him closer. “Come here, little boy. You’ve been testing my patience far too long.” You speak clearly, head held high and keeping your body language clear. Your hands, manicured with black nails rest on the side of the bed by your thighs. One leg crossed over the other and body left open otherwise. Regal. Royalty.

Despite Crypto’s little smirk, he does come closer. Sliding out of his jacket and leaving himself in his black t-shirt and sweatpants for the day. Bare feet padding on the carpet to reach you like a slinking cat.

He stands before you, right in your reach. Legs brushing yours. You can taste the anticipation on him, can see it in how his fingers twitch for his pants.

You scoff instead at him. “No, no. Keep them on. If you wanted to be an eager little thing, you could have played nice.” You say, keeping your voice even, if not as if scolding a child.

When his lips twitch downwards in a familiar pout, you mock pout back at him. “Aww, what? Not getting your way? Poor thing.” You nudge at him with your foot, gently pushing at his thigh until he gets the hint.

His body twitches, wanting to fall into the role you set forth for him. To get on his knees and obey you. And yet, he holds upright, a grin playing at his lips at your mocking. “No...I am merely amused you assumed I would undress so willing for you.” His voice is taunting, teasing. Biting.

It does its charm. You sneer at him, moving too quick for him to calculate. Your leg hooks around the back of his, moving off the top of your own thigh and yanking forward. Forcing him to fall to his knees with a dull ‘thunk’ at hitting the floor.  

You expect him to gasp, expect him to look up at you with an apology in his eye.

When he instead, grins and tilts his head to the side to flick his hair from his face and says, “Eager?” In that familiar tone of his, you realize just how rough he wants it.

You slap him. Right across his face. Open palmed across his cheek, making sure your fingers smack rather at his cheekbone rather than his ear. His head moves with the motion, and you take the opportunity to grab his hair, yank his head back and leer over him. Your eyes are steel, lips pulled into a snarl to remind him he is the prey in this scenario.

When he laughs, eyes fluttering in delight even as red blossoms over his tanned flesh, you could forgive him. He liked the pain. Plain in his sweatpants how hard he is.

But. When he looks up at you from his lashes, flicking his tongue over his lips and practically purrs out, “Is that the best you can do?” You can no longer allow him to play these games.

You yank his hair as you move off the bed, forcing him to come with you as you instead shove him onto the bed face first. He whines at first, rolling over onto his back and quickly finding you on top. Straddling his hips and grinding harshly down into his erection. Your thinly clothed heat felt through his layers clearly.

Crypto hisses at the friction, hands coming up to grasp at your hips but stopping when you growl at him. “You have earned no right to touch me. Keep your hands where I can see them or you can kiss any orgasm you’ve been wanting good-fucking-bye.”

His hands are quick to drop by his head. Face flushed and lips parted as he takes in your appearance. You aren’t mad, no, you can control yourself better. But your eyes scream dominance, your entire body language screams to be obeyed.

You’ve dealt with brats enough to know how to take care of them. Crypto was a special case of just happening to be your lover as well as your sub. You knew to withhold the affection, withhold until he broke and begged and pleaded. Ever the tough cookie to crack, you start slow.

Seeing him obey, you allow him a bit of praise. “Good boy.” Murmured low, overheard from his own heavy breaths.  

You watch as his eyes flicker from your thighs, up your body to your face upon the praise. Watch as he struggles with his own inner turmoil to want to be a brat, to be punished properly, to taking your affection. Your cooing and you taking care of him.

You let him think on it. Let him whimper as you roll your hips expertly and make sure your ass grinds downwards into him. You can feel his cock twitch, undoubtedly flushed with a shiny wet head peeking from foreskin.

“You want to be my good boy, don’t you?” You coo out, nice and low and how he likes. With his fingers now twisted into the sheets by his head, you have the delight to watch his head turn. Eyes unfocused and seeing his pulse in his neck. Watch as his face and ears flush and he sets his jaw.

He’s playing hard ball.

You splay out on top of him slowly, knowing he could take your weight but being mindful regardless. You rest your chest to his, nosing at his throat and lick up his pulse point slowly. Savoring the taste of his flesh and nibbling just below his ear.

You whine there, low and wanting as you breathe into his ear. “Come on, baby. Be my good boy tonight, don’t you want me to take care of you?” Temptingly low, promising everything good as you roll your hips again and relish in how he full body shudders with a gasp.

When you suddenly grab his hair, sitting up partially to yank his head to the side to force him to look at you. You nearly grin at his surprised look. “Answer me or you’re sleeping on the floor like the mutt you’re trying to be.”

“Yes!” He quickly gasps out, pressing his hips up into yours and you know you’ve broken him this time. “Yes yes- fuck, please, please take care of me I’m sorry-” His words are stressed. Rushed and slurred as his hands twitch by his head, reaching for you and you allow it. Letting his hands settle on the swell of your hips to push your weight down so he can grind up into you desperately.

You pout then, mocking as ever. “Aw, poor little boy. You wanted to put on a show didn’t you?” You coo cruelly, watch as he nods desperately but keeps his eyes closed. Doesn’t want to be ashamed of his own actions.

You wrap one hand around his throat, applying pressure on the sides and feel how he groans in his throat. Desperately dry humping you and keeping his nails pressed into you. Trying to get you to grind with him, but you remain still. Let him hump you like a dog.

“Who do you belong to, Crypto?” You murmur, applying more pressure and have to bite your lip to keep from grinning when he loudly whines. His body shaking as his hips lurch up, but you quickly clench your thighs to keep him still with your strength.

Even through his sweatpants you can feel him throbbing. Feel how wet you are and how wet the front of his pants are. Poor thing wanted it so bad. But, this part was always the hardest.

You apply pressure with your nails on the sides of his throat, little stabs of pain that make him shake in your grasp.

“Who,” You grind your hips down harshly. “Do you,” You let up on his throat and let him gasp in air, head falling back with pleasure. “Belong to?” A small slap to his cheek, grasping him firmly and forcing him to look at you.

“You!” He cries out finally. Eyes fluttering and trying to focus on your face only to disappear as his head falls back. Releasing his hips and grinding into him, letting his hands grip you again to force you to move quicker. More his speed as he sobs out in pleasure how he belongs to you, how sorry he was, something in his native tongue you don’t quite grasp but then that little rubberband just...

Snaps.

He cums with a cry of your name on his lips. Humping into you frantically as you grunt in pleasure when he keeps brushing your clit. Certainly carving bruises into your flesh with his grip before he finally stills. Easing up on you and petting over your curves in his stupor.

Crypto’s lips are flushed from biting them, plump and soft in appearance. His eyes are unfocused, teary and you can’t help yourself. Leaning down to kiss at his face softly and making over exaggerated ‘mwah’ and kissy noises.

You only let up when he laughs, reaching a hand up to curl his fingers around the nape of your neck to pull you down into a hug. You press little kisses where you can on his cheek and neck, nosing at his jawline and humming. “Good?”

“Good.” He murmurs back, rolling his hips then making a face. “Sticky.”

You laugh in reply, placing a wet, sloppy kiss on his jawline and laugh only harder when he whines and wipes away the slobber as you sit up on his hips. “Yeah. But that’s what you get for being a dick- HEY!”

You cry out as he shoves you backwards, only to pull himself onto you and jabbing relentlessly at your sides as you giggle and shake with laughter from the tickling.

Even you needed aftercare to be taken out of your headspace, after all.

You’d punish him later. Maybe tomorrow. After a much needed shower and laundry day.

[toshis-puppycat]

Lap Dance

A/n: So I'm a whore I guess lmao. I felt so embarrassed writing this and I dont even care if it's bad. I hope yall enjoy.

Warnings: daddy kink, lap dance. Honestly idk but it's there

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Y/n seemed to spend all her time with them, the "Losers club" they called themselves. Meeting Bev in college was a godsend because she was able to meet the rest of her friends, getting along with all of them. Well most of them, Stan was an ass to her since they'd met. But she loved going over to their apartment and just goofing off, it also pissed Stan off but that was just an added bonus to her. You got to hang out with the best group of friends you could ever hope for and piss off an asshat at the same time. Today you all opted to spend the night in, and play something you felt so nostalgic for. Truth or Dare. 

Richie suggested it, and the dumb fuck you found yourself calling your best friend. 

"Y/n! Truth or dare?" Richie yelled at you.

"Dare." You said confidently, Richie always made you all do the weirdest shit whenever you chose dare. 

"I dare you to give Stan a lap dance! And you have to wear something tasteful." He said, the laughing atmosphere dropped. Stan wasn't even in the same room as you guys and Richie decided that as his dare?

"Richie, why didn't you just dare something easier!" Eddie yelled at him.

"And why the fuck cant she just give a lap dance in what shes wearing?" Ben asked.

"Y/n is hot but if your going to give a man a lap dance, you gotta wear the right stuff." Richie said. You rolled your eyes, and grabbed what he'd bought you earlier. 'That's why he bought this for me. What a little shit.' You thought.

"I'll do it." You said, standing up from the couch you were sitting at. Eddie looked at you horrified. "I'm not backing down from a dare, Eds." You told him. "I'm no bottom bitch." You said to the group, they all laughed at that. Of course you weren't but Stan was an ass to you all the damn time. You couldn't deny it, hed made you leave pissed off beyond belief more times than you could count. "If I see you when I come out of the bathroom though, I'm beating the shit out of you Richie." You heard him curse and walked to the restroom to change. Richie was truly a little shit, but the man did have good taste in lingerie. The black lace bra and panties set with a garter belt and stockings, plus a robe to go with it. He said you just had to have it and now you agreed with him. Because despite all the arguments you had with Stan, you wanted him to know he was missing out on you. When you put everything on, you had to thank Richie even more. You looked hot, 'maybe this wouldn't be so bad to do' you thought, unlocking the door and quickly looking outside for any of the others. You heard them all in the living room still, and you've never been so grateful for a hallway. You quickly made your way to Stans door, and knocked. 

"Its unlocked!" He yelled, you smirked. He wouldn't be saying that if he knew it was you. You opened his door and quickly walked in, locking it behind you as you closed it. He was sitting at his desk, and his back was facing you. "Is y/n still here? I dont want to be out there if she is." He said. You narrowed your eyes at his back. 

"Nah, sadly this bitch is still here." You said, he quickly whipped his head around to face you scowling, his chair turned with him. The scowl dropped just as quickly as it appeared, being replaced with a shocked look, he was wearing sweatpants and didn't have a shirt on. "Awe what is it Stanley? Cat got your tongue?" You asked, walking towards him.

"Y/n, get the fuck out of my room." He said, glaring at you. Too bad it didn't do anything but fuel your anger. 

"Nah, I think I'm gonna stay. I gotta say Stan, your room is nice." You said, stopping just in front of him. You saw him looking over you, and how his eyes ended up glazing over a little before he looked at your face. You leaned forward, placing your hand on the back of his chair and put your knee on the side of his leg. You could feel the heat coming off him through his sweatpants. "I'm gonna give you a lap dance Stanley. And you're going to sit here like a good boy for me. Okay?" You asked. You didn't really care, to be quite honest. You liked how he was looking at you, you liked that he was speechless for once. Not having some nasty retort to throw at you. He nodded, and you smirked. "Good." You said, placing your phone on his desk hearing it play Beyonce's "Partition". Then you were dancing, literally using his own goddamn chair to move around, and whenever you ended up on his lap you would roll your hips and pressed yourself against him. You relished in all the low groans he made every time. Served him right, trying to be a jackass like he did. The song ended too quick for your tastes, and it ended with you being in his lap again. You felt so smug, Stan didn't seem to be able to form a coherent sentence at all. It was exhilarating knowing you did that to him and kinda hot. You felt yourself flush a little at how close you two were now. When you were dancing it was different, you didnt stay in his lap for long then. You felt yourself flush even more knowing just how much you both enjoyed what you did. You could feel him against your inner thigh. His hands moved to your hips before you could even register anymore, quickly picking you up and going to the bed, dropping you and quickly getting on top, quickly spreading your legs by getting in between them. 

"You think you're so fucking funny? Don't you?" He said, looking you furiously it was a little less scathing knowing he had an erection that he was currently grinding into you. "You always piss me off but this, this was too deliberate for you. You've wanted to get fucked haven't you?" He asked, you whined in response to him. You were soaked, seeing Stan react the way he did was definitely something that could make you act this way. He smirked, and moved a hand down between your legs, putting pressure on your clit through your panties. "God you're soaked. Did dancing on me do that for you? Are you that needy for such little contact to make you this wet?" He asked, looking at how your eyes widened and your hips jerked upwards against him. He smirked at your reaction.

"You want me don't you? You would love it if I fucked you right now? Wouldn't you?"

You didn't even try refuting him, the way he was just moving his hand on you, how he was grinding into you was making you go crazy. "Come on beg me, babylove. I might do it if you beg me." You whined again and he dropped his head to the base of your neck, nipping at you and kissing at just the right spot.

"Please, Stan. Please, please, please." You whimpered, you felt him smirk against your neck before he resumed with biting. 

"I bet you're so used to people just giving you what you want. And you know you sound so cute begging like that. You cant even form a sentence for me? But Im barely touching you." He said, moving your panties to the side and sliding a finger inside of you. Relishing how you jerked into the sudden intrusion. "God you are so wet." He groans out, a high pitched whine comes from you and you can see the facade he put on crumbling. 

"Please, daddy. Please fuck me." You whimpered out. Stan stopped moving, and you squirmed at the lack of movement, but suddenly he pulled his finger out and started struggling to pull his pants and underwear down.

"Think you can be good for me, babylove?" He asked, smirking when you eagerly nodded your head. "Good girl." He whispered, before kissing at your neck. "You know you always acted like such a bitch to me. Picking fights, pissing me off. I should've know you just needed to be taught a lesson." He breathed out, as you whined. "I'm gonna enjoy this, babylove." He said before kissing you. He pushed your panties to the side again and lined himself up, slowly sinking into you and bottoming out. "God you're so tight." He groaned out, and with a shuttering breath he started thrusting. Your hands moved to his back and you gripped at his shoulders. "You're a good girl for daddy aren't you, babylove?" He asked, you nodded frantically, eyes wide and you tightened around him. He groaned again, his hips moving faster. You could already feel yourself tipping over.

"I wanna cum, daddy please." You whimpered out, he chuckled. 

"Already?" He asked, smirking at how you couldn't even talk and looked at him with pleading eyes. "Okay baby, you can cum." He said, your eyes glazed over and you tightened around him even more moaning his name as he kept thrusting. He shuttered at the feeling and he felt himself reaching his own limit. He was getting sloppy with his movements before he finally buries himself in you, releasing inside you with a groan. He laid on you for a little before getting off and moving to your side, holding you close and listening to you shift to lay on him. You two laid there for a few minutes, breathless. 

"We should do that again." You said, still breathless and Stan looks down at you smirking again. 

"Yeah, we should babylove."

[buckyspetpsychopath]

Back to sleep

0David Dobrik x reader Vlog squad

I'm startled awake by the sound of my phone ringing. I panic slightly and sit up from my bed and reach over on my nightstand for my phone. I click the answer button after seeing Davids picture pop up.

"Hello?" I answer groggily. "Fuck, did I wake you?" he sighs. "Yeah, it's fine. I'm up now, what's wrong?" I ask wiping the sleep from my eyes. "nono go back to sleep," he says. "David seriously. Its like 3am, you called for a reason spit it out." I huff. "I mean, I just. Could I come over?" he asks and I go silent for a moment so he starts explaining. "I don't have to. but I'm trying to edit and I can't focus and I need something to take my mind off it, but I wouldn't be able to sleep and I need to post tomorrow," he explains. "You want to come over now?" I whisper, biting my lip. "Yeah" he mumbles. "Fine" I grin. "I'll be around by 3.30" he chirps and I laugh slightly. "I'll be waiting," I say and hang the phone up. 

I look at the time and its 3.04. I look down at my sweatpants and oversized shirt for bed and shake my head, heading to my dresser. I pick out a cute lingerie set and quickly change into it.

I spray some deodorant and perfume before going into my bathroom and brushing my teeth. I quickly curl the ends of my hair so its messy and then fluff my hair. Before I know it the front door of my apartment is opening. I hurry to throw on a pair of heels before strutting out of my bedroom. David looks up when he hears my heels clicking. I smirk as I see him gulp. He quickly sets his backpack down, taking his shoes and jacket off. I walk closer towards him, wrapping my arms around his neck. His hands fly to my waist.

"I'm sorry, I know its late and you have class in the morning but I'll do all the work, you can just lie there. I'll take real good care of you" He smiles. I bite my lip and unravel my hands from his neck and push his hands down off my waist onto my butt. He bites his lip and squeezes, pulling me closer to him. "What are you doing to me" He gulps backing me up against my kitchen counter. He lifts me up effortlessly and sets me on the edge leaning in to kiss me. His lips attack mine and I feel sparks flying. This happened all the time, David would call me up at random awkward times of the day, fuck me then leave. I understand that when we first met he was going through a break-up. But its been over a year since that, and he still hasn't asked me on a proper date. Nobody knows about our midnight get togethers.

He pulls away from my lips and moves down my jaw and down my neck to my collarbone. He leaves a couple marks and I roll my eyes. He's always been really territorial, but I don't mind- it wasn't like I was dating anyone else, or even trying to. I push his head away from me and his eyebrows furrow.

"Bedroom" I breathe out and his eyes light up. He picks me up again carrying me to my bedroom. He gently drops me on the bed and I pull his shirt off when he goes to stand up. He smirks and steps back, unbuckling his jeans slowly while he watches me panting on the bed, his eyes hooded from lust. And let me tell you, it was a sight to see. He pushes his jeans and underwear down. Then he reaches into my bedside table to retrieve a condom, I take it as a sign to unlatch my bra so I reach behind me and pull it off throwing it on the floor. He smiles at me and pulls my underwear down my legs before crashing down on top of me, his hands holding him up slightly so he's not completely crushing me. He seems to fit perfectly in between my legs.

"You're so beautiful" he whispers leaning in to kiss me as he nudges himself into my entrance. He keeps pushing until he's all the way in and we both let out a euphoric sigh. He starts moving making me instantly let out little gasps. He hooks one of my legs around his hip, holding it there. My other leg intertwining with his legs. He moves faster and faster, our moans getting louder as the feeling keeps getting better. He connects our lips and they move together feverishly. One of my hands connects to his cheek and the other tangles in his fluffy hair holding him close to me. He's holding onto my hip and keeping himself up as he rocks against me. "Fuck Dave, I'm so close" I whine and he shushes me. "Its ok baby, me too. You can cum" he mumbles putting his lips to mine once again. The hand holding his cheek falls back to grip the bedsheets and he speeds up his movements bringing a hand to hold mine. He's practically ramming into me when I starting gasping his name as I unravel beneath him. "Fuck David" I moan wrapping my leg tighter around him and squeezing his hand. He stills for a second while he cums then move slowly again trying to milk our orgasms. He pulls out of me slowly and leans up to discard the condom in the bin next to my bed before dropping beside me, his head in my neck. Our sweaty bodies suction together but neither of us mind. I stroke my hand through his sweaty hair. Somehow, eventually I fall asleep.

When I wake up in the morning I grin seeing a mop of dark fluffy, almost curls beside me. I snuggle closer to David, pushing some of the hair off his face. I admire his sleeping figure, still naked from the night before which excites me, but most of all he's calm. Which is a rare sight. "Stalker" he mumbles, his eyes fluttering open. I blush. "I was just admiring." I defend myself and he laughs. "Stalking" he argues jokingly wrapping an arm underneath my body and yanking me into his side. "Admiring" I giggle leaning down to press my lips to his. "You always look so pretty in the morning, especially after sex" he grins, his voice groggy from just waking up. "hmm, someones a sweet talker today" I joke to put off the fact that what he said gave me butterflies. "Just admiring" he smirks and i roll my eyes. I look at the time and gasp, shooting up out of his arms. "Whats wrong?" he asks. "I need to be in class in half an hour, i need to take a shower and its a twenty-minute drive from here" I yell behind me as I rush to the bathroom. I step in the shower, clipping my hair up so it doesn't get wet, not having enough time to wash it. I start rinsing my body when I feel hands at my waist. "Oh no, not today mister. I'm gonna be late" I say pushing his hands off me. "Baby please, just skip it. You've only got like one exam left then you're finished, you can afford to miss this lesson" he compromises. My eyes widen, he actually listens to me. I sigh and don't have time to respond before he steps forward, pushing me against the wall and kissing me passionately. I melt into his touch wrapping my arms around his neck hands falling into his now wet hair. We make out for a while until we need air. "Thought you were gonna be late" he breathes out. "Fuck it" I shrug. "Fuck me, dont you mean" he smirks picking me up and holding me against the wall as he pushes into me.

We spend the morning in the shower and when we're done we go out for breakfast. It's nice, we just sit and chat. Our hairs both wet and wearing comfy clothes, since that's all he had left in my house from previous times he'd been over. I'd started a little collection for him, cleaning out an entire drawer just for his clothes. I'd even gone as far as buying him some deodorant, a couple shirts and pairs of jeans and sweatpants. We'd never discussed it, it just happened. Before I knew it, David had done the same at his house. Nobody really questioned the woman's razor, deodorant, bits of makeup, clothes or womanly products in his room and bathroom.Everyone decided to congregate at Davids house so we drove in his Tesla back to his, seeing our friends cars on our arrival. As we walk in the living room it goes kind of quiet.

“Uh hey guys?” I laugh. “Hey, where have you two been huh?” Zane sassily crosses his arms. “We went out for breakfast” David shrugs sitting next to Jason on the couch. “That’s not what our sources say” Todd teases and we furrow our eyebrows looking at each other. “Ok guys what’s going on?” David asks. “We just think it’s funny how you say you went out for breakfast, but natalie over here woke up at 6am to come on a hike with us and when we came in to see you, you weren’t there. Bed wasn’t even slept in” Todd says. “And then all the women’s clothes and stuff in your room” zane nods. “And don’t forget them huge ass hickeys on her neck” Jeff cuts in pulling the hemline of my shirt down a little. I swat his hand away and roll my eyes. “Grow up you guys” I sigh going to get a bottle of water. I throw one to David and everyone seems to move on in the conversation. 

Later on in the day I’m really tired from our activities. David is finishing to edit some of his video he wasn’t able to last night. We’re laying on the love sac cuddling. My hood is pulled up and I’m snuggled into him whilst his laptop is between us so he can edit. Nobody seems to bat an eye at our position. I start drifting asleep when David whispers in my ear. “You asleep baby?” He asks and I don’t have the energy to respond so I stay silent. “Is she asleep?” I hear someone ask and my ears perk up. “Yeah, she’s napping” David chuckles. He moves his laptop off my back so I assume he’s finished, and his hand drops to my butt resting there. I internally roll my eyes. “So, what’s going on with you two?” Jeff asks. “Nothing” David laughs. “Oh yeah we’ll pretend like we’ll believe that” Jason snorts. “Seriously, you two are attached at the hip. Look how you are right now, friends don’t do that shit” zane says. “And friends don’t leave hickeys on other friends necks” Todd interjects. “Fine, we’ve been sleeping together for a couple months” David admits and they all let out cheers making David shush them. “And all this time we though you weren’t getting any” Todd chortles. “So are you dating?” Zane asks. “No” David says all quickly and I frown. “We could never be together” “What do you mean?” Jason asks. “She’s really good in bed, and I care for her. But I don’t have time or the energy for a girlfriend. I’ve been talking to Liza a lot more and I wanna see how that turns out” David explains and I feel a pit in my stomach. “Dude, you can’t string her along like that” Jeff tuts. “I’m not stringing her along” David sighs rubbing my back. “She’s great. I just can’t be with her, she has a lot of history with her ex and stuff. I just don’t wanna get into anything serious with her, I think I’d end up getting bored with her. She’s kind of a know it all, throws her intelligence in your face.” David shrugs. The guys continue to berate me for a moment before I feel david shaking me.“I gotta go the toilet baby, wake up” he whispers. I pretend to wake up and move off of him. I grab my phone and pretend to check the time.

“I should probably go home” I say stretching. “If you wait 5 minutes I’ll drive you home” David says and I shake my head. “I’ll get an Uber it’s ok” I shrug. David goes to disagree before Jason steps in. “Come on I’ll take you, I gotta go check in on my mum” Jason says. I smile at David and wave at the others. As soon as we’re out the door my smile drops. I sigh as I sit down into Jason’s car. “I thought your mum wasn’t coming until tomorrow morning?” I ask as he pulls out of Davids driveway. “She’s not. It was a lie” Jason says and I furrow my eyebrows. “I know you were awake. I know you heard all that, I’m sorry about them. And I’m sorry I didn’t say anything” he apologises and I sigh. “It’s fine Jason it’s whatever. Crazy of me to even believe any of them liked me, or for even thinking I could be with David.” “You have feelings for him?” He asks. “I think I’m in love with him” I breathe out, my voice shaky from being about to cry. “Doesn’t matter though does it. I’m boring and a know it all, nothing compared to Liza right?” I chuckle.Jason sighs and pulls over, turning in his seat to look at me. “We both know you’re nothing like what they were describing you like. I don’t know what got into them, they always talk about how much they like you and want you to be with David” Jason reveals and the tears are falling rapidly now. “It doesn’t really matter what anyone else thinks now. David doesn’t want me and I can’t keep putting myself through this emotional trauma, now I 100% know he doesn’t want me I can try and move on” I mutter. Jason starts driving again and soon we’re pulling into my apartment complex. 

I go to leave the car but Jason puts a hand on my knee. “Don’t do anything stupid. You have the same look in your eye the night my wife left me” He sighs. “I told you, I can’t do this anymore” I sob and he pulls me into him. Hugging me and stroking my hair. Throughout the time I’ve been around everyone, I always felt really close to Jason. He’s got that paternal outlook on things. “What are you gonna do?” He asks. “I think I might go stay at my grandparents house for a while, get away from here for a while.” “You want me to take you there?” He offers. I go to protest and he shakes his head. “I don’t mind. Come on I’ll help you pack a bag” He sighs and we walk up to my apartment. He just watches me as I pack a bag.

“Why are you doing this? You’re friends with David” “Because how he treated you back there was trash, and I can see when someone’s falling apart. At this current moment you need to be thinking about finishing your last exam and graduating college. I think some time away will do you and David some good.” He explains and I nod. “I don’t wanna drag you into this Jase, but could you take a bag back to Davids for me? Please don’t tell him where I am, as far as you’re aware you left after I gave you this bag.” I say picking up another random bag and filling it with Davids stuff he left here. Jason nods and I can see the empathy he’s holding for me. We get back into his car and he takes me to my grandparents house. He gives me a hug before driving off. I sigh and go into the house, straight up to the guest bedroom. I had called my grandma in the car and she had informed me they weren’t home currently, they had taken a spontaneous trip to Hawaii but I was welcome to stay there.I send out a tweet then turned my phone off.

Davids POV*

I had let all my worries and thoughts escape me as I was talking to the guys. Feeling guilty about even thinking that way about y/n. When she left, it was about an hour later that Jason returned. He comes in solemnly and hands me a bag. I furrow my eyebrows at the guys and heath, Mariah, Natalie, Kristen, Scott And Matt who had joined us.

“What’s this?” I ask confused, with a laugh. I stop laughing when I open the bag. My face drains of colour as I look up to Jason. He bites his lip and looks away from me. “What is it?” Todd asks quizzically thinking it’s a bit. “My stuff from y/n’s house” I mumble furrowing my eyebrows. I look to Jason for answers and he sighs. “She was awake, she heard every last bit of it” he admits and I jump up. “Where is she?” I panic. The others who weren’t here before are confused. “She doesn’t want me to tell you. She needs space David, she doesn’t wanna speak to you. She never wanted to see to you again before I convinced her to leave it a week” Jason seethes. “And I’m supposed to thank you? Tell me where she is right now, I have to go explain to her” i grit. “explain what? That you’re a dick? That you’ve been stringing her along just so you’ll get laid? That you made her fall in love with you and you had no intention of being with her” Jason spits. I step back slightly. “In love with me? Did she tell you that?” I ask, tears spilling out my eyes. “Yeah. How do you feel now? You’ve absolutely broken her heart. So no, I’m not telling you where she is” he huffs and I sigh wiping my eyes.

“What the fuck just happened?” Heath interrupts. I go to my bedroom and let Jason and the guys explain it to everyone. Tears spill over my eyes as I pick up the first thing I see in my room and throw it. It becomes a habit and soon enough natalie runs into my room holding me back. We collapse on the floor, with me sobbing in her arms. “I fucked up nat” I sob. “Yeah I know you did. You just gotta give her some space. Hurting yourself or your things won’t make you or her feel any better.” She soothes. We stand up and I go back out to the living room to apologise to Jason. He shakes his head and pulls me into a hug.

“The fact is though, I didn’t even mean it, any of it. I’m just scared. I think I might love her” I admit and everyone stays silent.

Normal POV* 6 days later and I had just finished my last exam. Without jinxing myself- it went pretty well. I mean, I had studied hard the past week to take my mind off of my crumbling relationship, or lack thereof. A couple of friends and some of the guys in college were going out drinking. Normally I decline and go chill with David and them, but tonight I think I deserve it. I had bought a new outfit, something usually out of my comfort zone. I had retreated back to my apartment to get ready with my best friends joining me. They help me look extra good and then take a cute picture on my small balcony.

I watch the likes and comments roll in, the vlog squad all immediately liking it. Whilst we’re waiting for the others to get her so we can uber to the bar I start answering a couple comments. I make a couple stories of the girls getting ready, dancing, pouring drinks and a couple boomerangs.When we finally make it to the bar we were going to start our night as we walk in and find a large table in the middle. One of the guys, Dylan, one of my close friends in college has me over his shoulder. I’m giggling but smacking his back to let me down and trying to make sure my skirt is not revealing anything. He lets me down when we reach the table. Stumbling a bit he catches me by my waist making us both laugh. I sit on his knee as we all talk about our futures.

“So. When are you going to man up and ask y/bf/n on a date?” I whisper into Dylan’s ear. He shrugs. “I don’t think she’d say yes” “Are you kidding? I’m going behind her back saying this but as both of your friend, I feel obligated to step in. She’s crazy about you.” I smile. He looks up at me with his eyes wide. “Really?” He asks and I nod. A song comes on and we both gasp. I pull him and y/bf/n up with me. We start dancing and laughing. They eventually gravitate towards each other so I go back to the table with a smile on my face.

My smile fades when I get back to the table and look up. David and mostly everyone from the vlog squad are at the table opposite ours. My eyes widen when Zane notices me staring. He hits David in his arm which everyone notices. They all look over to me but I’m solely focused on David. His face lights up and he goes to stand up. I panic and run to the bathroom. I try and calm my breathing and fix myself in the mirror slightly. I take a deep breath and walk out. I bump into someone as I walk out and immediately apologise. My eyes widen.

“Hey Ilya i didn’t know you were here?” I awkwardly say wrapping my arms around him. “Yeah. I’ve been here a couple days. Uhm, Todd called me. David’s been a mess so they brought out the big guns” he laughs but I stay silent looking down. “Look I know what got said and what happened. But he’s in absolute bits about it, I think you should let him explain. You might be surprised with his response” he says rubbing my arm before walking away. I furrow my eyebrow. “Ilya?” I call out and he turns around. “Were you waiting for me outside the bathroom?” I ask and he just laughs sending me a wink before continuing back into the club. I roll my eyes and make my way back in myself. I look between the dance floor where my friends are and to the table where David was sitting pretty much alone, most of them all on the dance floor themselves.I internally smack myself as my feet drag me in his direction. He looks up shocked as I stand in front of him. I cross my arms.

“You have 5 minutes” I state and he nods. “That’s all I need” He starts so I sit opposite him, having to lean a bit closer to hear him over the music. “Look, it’s gonna sound like a shitty excuse but I didn’t mean it, any of it. I’m just really scared of being in another serious relationship and that’s what I want with you. I don’t just want the sex, however amazing it is with you. I wanna know how your day is and I wanna meet your parents. I want to take you on dates and late night drives. I want to cuddle with you and kiss you whenever I want. I want everyone to know that I love you” he pauses taking my hands in his. “And that you love me. Hopefully still, despite me being an ass” He asks hopefully. I take a moment to think. “If you didn’t mean it then why did you say it? It really hurt my feelings dave” I whimper. “I was trying to pick out things, excuses not to be with you. I don’t believe any of it, I promise. I’m not just saying it, I really don’t” he says and I bite my lip. “Please. Say you’ll be my girlfriend and I cross my heart I’ll never hurt you again. Ever. Please.” He pleads. My heart hammers in my chest at our close proximity. I do the thing that feels most natural and lean forward connecting our lips. He desperately pulls me into his lap holding my cheek. “I love you” He whispers as we pull away. “I love you too David. I swear, if you pull any of that shit again I’m out of your life faster than you can blink” I frown. He nods and leans up to kiss me again. “That’s never gonna happen cause I’m gonna make you feel the most love you’ve ever felt. I’m gonna love you right” “As much as I hated you. I really missed you” I mumble running my hand through his hair. “I missed you too baby” he smiles nudging his nose against mine.

“Ooooh baby are we back on schedule?” Zane screams in front of us so we pull away from each other to see everyone standing there eagerly. I turn back to David with a smile and he beams up at me. “Yeah we’re dating” David announces and they all go crazy. I roll my eyes and snuggle myself into Davids neck. “Congratulations by the way” he comments in my ear and I smile pecking his throat.​

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70 FOR THE PROMPT OMG

omg thank u sm for this? i’ve been wanting to write ushiten involving lingerie for a while now,,, so i hope this is ok! (tendou’s looks like this and this, ushi’s looks like this but purple)

“Did you buy me… lingerie?”

Satori’s loud, shocked voice carries a bit in the apartment, empty except for him, currently standing in the kitchen and peeking into a box that the mailman just dropped off.

The phone pressed tightly to his ear is silent for a moment, save for the sounds of traffic on Wakatoshi’s end. He almost considers repeating himself, maybe Wakatoshi didn’t quite hear him right, or he didn’t enunciate enough. Maybe they got a package on accident or -

“You weren’t supposed to open that.”

The answer isn’t what Satori expected. He frantically checks the label on the box again. Sure enough, Wakatoshi’s name and their address is printed clearly on the label.

“Okay, but -”

“The box was addressed to me, I wanted to open it when I got home, Satori.”

Fair enough. Satori’s gotten in trouble in the past for excitedly opening packages he wasn’t supposed to. But how could he not? Packages are fun, exciting, especially when you have no idea what’s inside… and this box was exactly that way. Though the contents weren’t anything he would have ever expected Wakatoshi to purchase.

“Sorry, Toshi, I just got excited.”

“It’s not a problem,” Wakatoshi forgives just as quickly and simply as usual, “will you set the box aside so we can talk about it when I get home?”

Satori’s skin flushes. ‘Talk about it’… talk about what? His thoughts run wild for a second, but he takes a brief moment to quiet them and answer.

“Of course, Toshi.”

Satori waits as patiently as he possibly can for Wakatoshi to get home, but even while he’s seated in the living room, trying to distract himself with his sketchbook, his eyes keep flitting upwards, landing on that package still sitting on the kitchen table. His thoughts keep drifting back to the lingerie he only had a brief second to study before picking up his phone to call Wakatoshi.

Sure, he’d been curious about the topic of lingerie lately. Maybe he’d looked it up on his laptop late at night, staring at photos of female models, trying to picture himself wearing what they were wearing. But a babydoll nighty, which was what was in that package, wasn’t really what he’d ever pictured himself wearing in terms of lingerie. A pastel purple one, even… when he pictured himself wearing these things it had always been black, tight-fitting garments. Not this.

But the gesture is sweet enough. Honestly, he’d probably be willing to wear anything Wakatoshi ever asked him to.

Speaking of, he’s broken from his trance when the front door swings open and Wakatoshi walks inside, cheeks tinged red from the chilly wind outside. Satori greets him with his usual peppy ‘Hey Toshi! How was practice?’ but Wakatoshi doesn’t respond. Instead he quickly heads to their bedroom and returns only when he’s gotten rid of his sports bag.

Satori watches him cautiously as he plops down on the couch next to him, hands resting neatly in his lap.

“You okay, Toshi?” Satori’s voice raises with concern and he scoots closer.

“That package was for me,” Wakatoshi answers, repeating words he said hours earlier.

“I know, and I’m sorry I opened it,” Satori places a hand on Wakatoshi’s thigh, dragging his thumb across the fabric of his sweatpants, “I didn’t know I’d upset you so much.”

“I’m not upset,” Wakatoshi immediately responds, eyeing Satori with uncertainty in his face, “I meant that the contents of the package are for me as well.”

Oh. Satori’s heartbeat picks up pace.

“Ah, okay,” he tries to keep his voice calm, “so… that babydoll is yours?”

“Yes,” Wakatoshi answers clearly.

Well, in all honesty, it would make sense. Besides, the size was a bit too big for Satori. Other than that, though… he had no idea Wakatoshi was into the idea of lingerie as well. If he had, maybe he would have been more open and confident to bring it up to him a while ago.

“Alright,” Satori’s voice trembles a bit, thoughts drifting and picturing what exactly Wakatoshi would look like in that garment, “so… why? I mean, I didn’t realize you were into that, Toshi.”

“I wasn’t. I saw what you were looking at on your laptop late one night,” Wakatoshi turns his body to face Satori now, “and I was very curious.”

“Oh! Okay… so, I guess it’s no secret I’ve been interested in this stuff too, then,” Satori’s gaze shifts nervously to the side.

“You don’t hide things very well, Satori,” Wakatoshi answers, a hint of affection in his voice.

Laughter bubbles up in Satori’s throat but before he can let it out, Wakatoshi leans forward and gently kisses him.

That was unexpected.

The ace leans back just enough to whisper, “I bought you something as well,” before slipping off the couch and making his way to the box in the kitchen.

Satori can feel his face heating up and he feels glued in place on the couch. Something’s different with Wakatoshi’s demeanor tonight, but he’s definitely not complaining. He’s really not complaining when Wakatoshi digs through the box and carefully pulls out a different garment. It’s a sleek, plain black garter belt, almost identical to the ones he’d been specifically looking at online.

“This is yours,” Wakatoshi explains, fingers delicately holding the fabric, “I ordered a top and socks as well.”

Satori hasn’t moved an inch since Wakatoshi stood up and his mind is fuzzy with thoughts that he probably shouldn’t repeat out loud. It occurs to him, for what has to be the millionth time, that his boyfriend is literal perfection and he can’t believe that he’s remained so lucky to be with him.

“I apologize if I crossed a line. We can return these if you don’t want them.”

“No!” Satori finally moves, throwing out his arms in protest and nearly slipping off the couch, “No, Toshi! It’s perfect. What’s… the top like?”

Wakatoshi visibly softens, probably relieved that he made a good call. He sets the garter belt on the kitchen table and digs in the box again before pulling out a strappy garment. His brows furrow, holding it out in front of him and trying to figure out just how it works.

Satori takes this chance to move to the kitchen, gently taking the top from Wakatoshi and holding it up to his own chest. It could barely be considered a top, honestly. It covers next to nothing but Satori assumes that’s sort of the point anyway.

“So?” Satori looks at Wakatoshi, still holding the top against his chest, “Like it?”

“I would have to see it on you to have a real opinion.”

Satori’s lips quirk up into a smirk, “Ohhh? Is that you asking me to put it on?”

Wakatoshi doesn’t answer vocally, but he does give a small nod. Perfect.

Satori grabs the garter belt and socks from the table, slowly retreating into the bedroom with a sly, “Give me a couple minutes, okay?”

Unsurprisingly, Wakatoshi managed to order everything in the perfect size. The sleek, tight-fitting fabric of the garter belt feels better than Satori expected, and when he pulls both socks up and clips them to the belt, he cant help posing a bit in the mirror. He looks good, better than he could have ever expected. The top goes on easily too, perfectly framing and exposing his chest. He poses again, puffing his chest out and narrowing his eyes. Yeah, Wakatoshi did good.

When he exits the bedroom, he slowly walks up behind Wakatoshi, still standing by the table. Satori drags a hand down Wakatoshi’s back before stepping in front of him, raising his eyebrows with curiosity.

Wakatoshi doesn’t blush often, and it’s usually hard to see, but this time his cheeks go noticeably pink as his eyes scan Satori’s body.

“Beautiful,” he whispers, then repeats it a bit louder, “you look beautiful.”

“Yeah?” Satori croons, dragging his palms slowly down his chest, “You did good, Toshi.”

“Do you like it?” Wakatoshi asks, voice shaking slightly with nerves.

“Oh, I love it. Especially if you like it.”

Wakatoshi lifts his stare to Satori’s face, remaining silent. He’s cute when he’s this nervous and unsure about something. Stoic as usual, but there’s a hint of vulnerability to him. Generally all it takes is a little encouragement and he’s fine.

“So,” Satori steps closer, reaching into the box and pulling out the babydoll remaining inside, “you wanna put yours on? Then we’ll look really good together. Not that you don’t always look good, of course.”

Wakatoshi takes the babydoll carefully from his hand, running his palm across it. His hand is callused and the thin fabric catches slightly against it, but his mouth shifts into a small smile, barely noticeable.

“Yes,” he answers, and retreats into the bedroom.

Satori skips along after him. He can’t really help it, and besides, Wakatoshi doesn’t object or seem to mind. Once inside, Satori jumps on their bed, watching Wakatoshi intently.

“Close your eyes,” Wakatoshi mumbles, looking back at Satori before tugging his t-shirt off.

“Oh!” Satori exclaims, quickly placing his palms against his face and closing his eyes, “Okay!”

He hears rustling, and fights the urge to peek and get a glimpse of Wakatoshi undressing. Sure, he’s seen that sight countless times at this point in his life but that doesn’t mean it’s not a treat every single time. Wakatoshi is ridiculously, almost illegally attractive and every time Satori gets a chance to see those muscles rippling as he sheds his clothing is truly a blessing.

“Alright,” Wakatoshi finally mutters after a couple minutes, and this time his voice is much closer.

Satori removes his hands, opens his eyes, and finds the ace standing directly in front of him, just a couple feet away.

And wow does he look amazing.

The lavender fabric is incredibly sheer, leaving nothing to the imagination. The bow in the center of his pecs is one of the cutest things Satori has ever seen, and the way the fabric hangs down and frames his waist…. It’s perfect. It’s a bit tight against his chest but Satori isn’t complaining. No, he’s not complaining one bit.

“Fuck, Toshi,” he whispers, reaching out and dragging a palm down Wakatoshi’s hip, “this is gorgeous.”

Wakatoshi doesn’t say anything. Maybe his nerves are still getting the best of him. It’s slightly amusing to Satori that something as simple as a lingerie set can cause the most strong man he’s ever known to crack a bit. But he doesn’t blame him. He knows new things are difficult for him, especially when they’re like this.

“Do you feel good?” Satori asks, looking directly into Wakatoshi’s eyes.

“I do,” Wakatoshi nods, glancing down at himself, “It might be a bit small though.”

“Nah,” Satori waves a hand in front of him dismissively, “as long as you feel comfortable in it, I think it’s perfect, Toshi.”

“Okay,” Wakatoshi smiles again, and Satori feels warmth bubble up inside him.

He’s so cute. So ridiculously cute.

Satori pats the spot on the bed next to him, expecting Wakatoshi to just sit down and probably cuddle with him for the rest of the night.

Wakatoshi does sit down, but immediately reaches over and takes hold of Satori’s waist, effortlessly lifting him and placing him in his lap. The redhead gasps, grappling at Wakatoshi’s shoulders and staring at him with wide, excited eyes.

So that’s how tonight’s gonna go.

“Oooh, what’s this?”

“You look beautiful,” Wakatoshi explains as if it’s the most obvious fact in the world, “and I’d like to - ”

Satori interrupts him, placing a hand against his lips.

“Wait, don’t tell me. Just show me, okay?”

Wakatoshi blinks, warm eyes darkening a bit as his lips drag across Satori’s fingers. His speaks lowly and though it’s muffled by Satori’s hand, he hears him clearly.

“Alright.”

(i’m totally down to do a nsfw sequel to this if people want it, btw 👀)