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[vaguelyparker]

Movie Star

Starker

Rating: Explicit

Fair warning I haven’t written starker since pre no way home and I’ve never written anything even smut adjacent so I can’t vouch for the quality of this I just saw @monster-cock69 intern Peter prompt and basically forgot I was human until I finished 🤷‍♀️

Also Petey is still Spider-Man in this because overstimulation is fun 🫶 lmk if I should add any warnings again this is my smut debut so idk about any specific warnings that might be appreciated

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Peter doesn’t flinch when the hand snakes around his waist. Warm and all encompassing and too low to be remotely professional. He’d recognize the gait anywhere. It’s almost pathetic- he’s only known the man for weeks and he can pick him from a crowd. But he’s Tony Stark. Peter has spent years thinking about the man. About his smell, his muscles, his everything. It’s hardly a surprise that in the few times they’ve interacted Peter can tell from the sound of creaking Italian leather and heavy rubber soles exactly who’s been trailing behind him for the last few corridors.

It’s just the two of them now. Peter can just barely hear the sounds of the bustling offices surrounding them over Stark industries sound proofing. But there hasn’t been a soul in at least the corridors and Peters sure Tony had a part in that if his tightening grip means anything. He lets the man take the lead- no longer walking aimlessly- aware but unable to act. Peter is slightly taller than the man, but hunched in on himself and leaning into the too low touch it’s barely noticeable.

Before long Peters being shepherded into a storage closet and shoved against the metal door. Tony’s lips are at Peters neck in an instant. Peter melts into the door a desperate pant leaving glistening lips as Tony’s beard scratches at the junction of neck and shoulder. Tony is a quick study- he’s learned the ins and outs of Peter in the few sessions they’ve spent together?

“There’s no cameras right?” Peter asks voice breaking mid sentence. Even though he’s sure he’s been splayed on a hundred different cameras already- the thought makes him squirm. Makes him think of Aunt Mays disappointment if, if, if.

Tony laughs into his neck, and ignores the question while he continues on- mapping every inch of Peters bared throat with teeth and lips and tongue and heat.

“Sweet heart this is Stark tower,” Tony whispers harshly into his ear in a perverse act of privacy they both know is unnecessary. As if he’s given a single shit about Peters modesty since the moment he saw chocolate eyes and indecent fucking lips chewing at the bottom of a pen. “There’s not an inch of this place where I don’t have eyes and ears.”

With that the man turns Peter- and fists at loose curls pulling his head up from where he’s been smushed against the cold metal door. He’s met with the sight of smooth wall- no tiny red lights, no obvious protrusions but Tony is a genius after all and Peter is left blinking away tears of mortification.

“So why don’t you smile for the camera?” Tony’s voice is louder and more demanding- punctuated with the sound of skin and fabric as his slacks and boxers are shoved down in a single move. Everything is too much. Every sound echoing in Peters ears right down to the beat of Tony’s pulse which picks up at the sight of him.

The man’s chuckles reverberate throughout the room. A shiver runs down Peters spine and wines into the door, now warm from the red of his cheeks.

The plug in his ass is pulled out and tossed aside in one fell swoop. Replaced with something- someone else in an instant as Tony drives into him like a starving man.

“Good boy, my good boy. God you look so good like this,” Filth keeps spewing from Tony’s lips as the man sets a punishing pace. One hand gripping bruisingly at his hip and Peters addled brain hates that the proof of this all will be gone come morning. The other still tangled around soft curls forcing Peter to stare directly at the camera even as he’s sobbing and coming undone. “Tell the camera how much you love it. How much you love being my perfect boy, my favorite fucking intern.”

“I love it Mr. Stark. I love being your good boy.” The words come out in barely discernible gasps. Peters sobbing openly at the point. Overstimulated and wanting no needing more.

Tony groans at the title shoving into Peters heat faster and harder.

“You gonna be my little movie star Petey? God cry just like that for the camera so I can watch this any time I think about this ass, these fucking lips,” The hand in his hair releases and shoves into Peters mouth. “So I can fall asleep listening to all these pretty little sounds.”

Tony pulls his fingers from Peters mouth rubbing them on the boys button up before gripping his unattended hip. Trusting without purchase. “You fucking tease. That’s what you want isn’t it baby? Can’t handle just being my favorite intern gotta be my favorite porn star too. Can’t handle me thinking about anything else. You’ve fucking ruined me.”

“Yes, yes, yes, please, please- just me, just me. I want,” Peter mumbles the same words, stumbling over them, coherency lost on him as his orgasm takes hold. “I want to be your favorite porn star.”

“Fuck.” Tony whispers leaning his head on the junction between Peters neck and shoulder blades. The combination of the fucked out admission and the way Peter was tightening around him as he orgasmed sending him over his release.

[thefluffyowl]

New piece is live, I’d love to know your thoughts!

[much-ado-about-exy]

Timothy Drake-Wayne, or “Business Tim” as Bart has dubbed him, is a force to be reckoned with. It’s not an iteration of Tim that any of their vigilante social circle is privy to terribly often, and part of that is intentional - he’s downright unnerving, not because he’s ruthlessly efficient (Tim always is), or because he’s basically a genius (ditto), but because he’s so- normal. So polished.

(Red) Robin’s merciless professionalism in the costume has always come with a hearty side helping of downright strangeness that had made his otherwise terrifying competency a little bit easier to tolerate. While it hadn’t watered him down any, it had at least added a layer of humanity to the whole child prodigy schtick - like, Kon and the rest of them could content themselves with the knowledge that, sure, Rob was already solving crime at the level of the literal Batman, but he also ate his Froot Loops with fucking orange juice, and had once watched an eight hour video essay on a German vampire show he’d never even seen before in one sitting and come out the other side temporarily unable to form complete sentences in English. It was all about balance.

Business Tim, on the other hand, is smart, hardworking, punctual, and impressively, horrifically bland. Business Tim greets coworkers with the sort of vacuously polite smile that belongs in a toothpaste commercial; Business Tim’s hobbies are reading books on empathic leadership and watching Jeopardy; Business Tim claims to have left his skateboarding days behind him, and instead drives an Audi A4 in Cobra Beige to work every day, and never, ever speeds. It’s like he’s managed to couple the unassuming harmlessness of Brucie Wayne with Tim’s own brand of “absolutely needing to be the best at everything he does, ever” and create the perfect storm of corporate soullessness.

[orihimeii]

are we still friends? ― gojo satoru

synopsis: maybe confessing to your childhood bestfriend was not bad at all

warning: pining, bestfriends to lovers, fluff, little angst, teasing

a/n: reblogs are greatly appreciated! gojo brainrot is real ...

"satoru, what are we?"

there was a long pause, your question caught him off guard, that was sudden of you to ask, was that a harmless question?

or was it not?

"friends? why are you staring at me like that?" he replies, of course you knew, you knew he didn't see you the way you see him and you didn't notice that you were staring at him intently too.

"oh nothing, it's just your face looks ugly" you stuck your tongue out at him and he chuckled, "well thank you y/n. haha, very much helpful just right after i just got off work." his words sarcastic as he threw your favorite banana milk to your direction and you barely caught it.

"how’d you remember i liked these?"

"i always remember" he replies and you wanted to kiss him right there, do friends says things like this? your heart was beating too fast, this man was going to be the death of you.

the first year of university, you didn't give much thought about your growing feelings over him but ever since middle school while being stuck together as you saw him go through his up and downs until the both of you were working adults. you have always admired the strongest sorcerer from afar.

you remember the day you met him, you remember being scared when you first saw a curse at the park and a little boy with a beautiful eyes, who could also see what you saw and that sparked a friendship between you two, the Gojo Satoru from the clan of the Big Three's Vengeful Sprits.

"i also remember you coming up to me at the park screaming beca-"

"satoru!!" you shrieked as you hit his arm "stop, i don't want to recall that, i clearly remember." you rolled your eyes at the man caressing the arm you just slapped, showing puppy eyes pouting. he was so cute, you want to really kiss him.

"stop that i might kiss you" mumbling, you didn't realize you said your thoughts out loud and that made your grip harder to the milk carton, too embarrassed to look at him when the words from his mouth weren't the words you weren't expecting.

"oh yeah? do it then"

you look at him face painted with shock and he was smirking, that pretty smirk of him that you want to wipe off, "if i do that, are we still friends?."

“whatever you’d like us to be.” his reply made your heart thump, this man was playing with you and your emotions were too much to keep inside, you always tried your best to stay in your boundary around him.

"stop that, stop playing with my feelings." you tell him and his face was serious now, the playful atmosphere around the both of you dropping instantly.

"do you like me y/n?" he asked.

you looked down, not wanting to answer his question. you didn't want to take the risk but you didn't also want to keep your feelings anymore.

"satoru, i liked you but lately i've realized that-" you finally look up to him, "-i'm starting to love you." putting the now empty milk carton beside.

you were babbling at this point, "i don't know when it started, maybe it was because of your teasing, your sweet words, or-." he didn't know what has gotten to him when both of his hands softly grabbed your face, gently caressing your cheek and there it was.

his soft lips touched yours, and your tears fell, was it tears of joy? or was it the comfort of his touch? you wanted this moment to last forever with him, it always feels timeless whenever you're around him, but his kiss feels like eternity.

satoru pulled away still cupping your cheek, “i was always hoping we could be more than just friends.” he reassured you, kissing your forehead and you close your eyes. "i've always loved you dearly y/n."

"i'm so happy toru, i love you so much" you sniffled and felt both his thumb running over your teary eyes, rubbing the small tears away.

"don't ever tease me like that again" you lightly hit his chest to which he groaned, faking his pain.

"ouch, now you have to take care of this baby." his smirk showing pride as he points to his self.

"oh shut up."

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[guest-1-2-3]

Yk what blows my mind is when i’m reading something amazing right, i am so immersed in the story the writing is beautiful it’s making me feel more emotions than i’ve ever felt in all my years of living and then the end notes are just like. “uhhh hope u enjoyed ig? haha” or “idek what this is lol” like sir ma’am my guy your writing is the most gorgeous thing i have ever read. i cried and i laughed and i screamed and i did that thing where you roll around in bed and giggle like a child at 3am. if it was the zombie apocalypse and i could only take one story with me as i fought to survive it would be yours. “what even is this lmao” a masterpiece. a fucking masterpiece is what it is

[perfectquote]

You colour me in, turn me round when I'm wrong, you make me strong, you colour me in.

Rea Garvey - Colour me

[thoughtkick]

And you you you, you colour me in. Turn me round when I'm wrong, you make me strong, you colour me in.

Rea Garvey - Colour me in

[resqectable]

And you you you, you colour me in. Turn me round when I'm wrong, you make me strong, you colour me in.

Rea Garvey - Colour me in

[anxiouspineapple99]

Lightning Then The Thunder

Pairing: Tech x OC!Silvie

Summary: A thunderstorm sparks a night of passion

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: MINORS DNI. Fingering, unprotected PiV (wrap your shit friends), praise kink, some hand/glove kink

Word Count: 1152

A/N: this was a gift for my friend, the wonderful and talented @vimse featuring her incredible OC Silvie!! It is also her art in the header! 🥰 go learn more about Silvie on Vim’s Tumblr!!

It’s raining. It rarely rains in Ord Mantell City, but when it does, there is electricity in the air. It hangs heavy, weighs on the chest like beskar. It leaves one feeling alive. Ready to take risks. And sometimes it sparks desire. Hot burning desire that is palpable through the streets.

That was how this began. Tech and Silvie were sitting at the modest table in her home. He was making modifications to Silvie’s datapad.

Silvie’s an enigma to him. A puzzle he’s determined to piece together. He’s proud that he’s slowly broken through her walls and now there is a softness between them. Trust and admiration. Attraction that roils perpetually beneath the surface.

Thunder rumbles as lightning streaks the skies. The atmosphere crackles with electricity and lust. Enough that the soft brush of a hand sends hearts racing. Tech is quiet, a stark contrast to his usual chatty demeanor. Silvie drops soft sideways glances toward him. Unconsciously, as if drawn by a magnet, they inch closer together. Her voice dropping lower with every passing moment, drawing him in. A siren’s whisper.

A moment is all they need. Eyes meet, the crack of lightning and rumbling of thunder reverberate in their chests. Their lips crash together. Tech cradles her jaw, his grip tender yet firm. Her tongue teases his lips. He responds with a deep groan. She tastes like cinnamon and heat and yearning. Any restraint he has dissipates as his hands grip her beneath her thighs. She wraps her legs around his waist and he effortlessly lifts her into his arms.

He lays her down on the bed. Both fumble with articles of clothing as anticipation courses through their veins. She stops him when he moves for his gloves, insisting he allow her to remove them. She massages his palm, kissing, and stroking. Her fingers splay as they creep toward his wrist. She hooks his glove, peeling slowly off, replacing the fabric with open-mouthed kisses. The act is far more intimate than he expects. Chills skitter up his arms and down his spine when she removes the second glove the same way.

In mere minutes, they are bared to one another, breathless in need and want. Tech’s fingers trace the outline of her body, cheek to hip. Thrill explodes through Silvie’s veins once again as his soft touch sends her reeling. His long, lithe fingers creep to her aching core. She gasps as he cages her in, his lips tickling her ear as he whispers one question, “May I?”

“Yes…yes, please…” she whimpers back. She glided his goggles off his face, kissing the red lines left behind.

His thumb finds her swollen clit, gently circling ensuring he sends pleasure surging through her. He captures her lips again, this time dragging her bottom lip between his teeth.

He slowly slides his finger inside her with little resistance. His breathing matches hers as the sound of her moans burns deep in his mind. Slow languid curls of his finger, dragging along her walls as he plays with the spongy spot deep within makes her see stars. Her cries grow louder as his ministrations drive her to climax. She grasps the bedsheets as her body writhes in ecstasy, his name pouring from her lips.

He peppers kisses along her cheeks and down to her breasts. His tongue circles the sensitive peaks of her nipples as he uses her slick to ready himself for her.

“Are you ready?” His voice is soft and eager to please.

She nods, a playful smirk tugging at her lips.

He lines himself up with her entrance, pushing in slowly. He wants to feel every centimeter of her. She sucks in a sharp breath followed by a soft moan as he stretches her. His pace is slow and ardent. She feels amazing wrapped around his cock, and he wants to commit every thrust to memory.

His hands stroke down her arms, her fingers finally intertwining in one hand, her wrist tenderly yet firmly encircled with the other. He guides her hands above her head as he trails kisses up her torso. His goggles remain clutched in her hand as she arches into him.

The soft silence of the room is heavy only with soft sighs and moans. His vision is blurry. But that doesn’t matter. He knows her. Her full plush lips. Her beautiful dark hair. Her soulful eyes. Her sweet skin. All of her. Therefore his blurry vision is no hindrance as he explores her using his other senses. He’s pressing into her, slowly and sensually. He wants to take his time loving her. Her sighs are musical and he wants to listen to her song for as long as he can.

“You are exquisite, darling. I could listen to you make those sounds all night.”

She smiles as she tilts her head back, a luxurious moan falling from her tongue this time. Her legs wrap around his waist, pulling him ever deeper.

“Good girl. Taking me so well. Making such divine sounds,” he praises her as he too, pushes deeper, seeking deeper connection as well as pleasure.

His lips brush her hair line, featherlight kisses being left in their wake. The gyration of her hips leave him nearly breathless. A symphony of moans and whines fill the room, punctuated by the rolling thunder and rain driving against the transparisteel of her room. The lightning illuminates their faces. Silvie’s breath hitches as Tech’s chocolate brown eyes sparkle when the flashes of light reveal the depth of his feelings for her: feelings that he might have kept hidden if not for the safety of darkness.

His rhythm begins to shift. He’s close. So is she. Their momentum becomes erratic as they chase their peak. Her body shudders and she screams his name, and her pussy clenching around him immediately sends Tech barreling over the precipice as well.

They collapse in a mess of afterglow. Tech kisses Silvie on the forehead before making his way to the fresher. He returns with a towel, tenderly cleaning her and then himself. He settles in next to her, her head laying on his chest.

“Here, you probably need these,” she chuckles as she hands his goggles back to him.

“Ah, yes. Thank you.” He slides the goggles back on. “That was exceptional.”

“It was.”

“If you are amenable to the idea, I would like to do that again sometime. Perhaps after a proper date?”

She smiles and huffs a soft laugh, “I would enjoy that immensely.”

After falling into companionable silence, they are soon overtaken by sleep. Tech is out first, much to Silvie’s surprise. She caresses the harsh angles of his jawline with a softness that until now was foreign to him. The rhythm of his heartbeat soon lulls her into her own deep slumber. And when morning comes, they will be all too eager to relive the night before all over again.

[avidhorrormoviefan]

okay ur sub charlie ones are so good can you do one where he apologisiez for being a bad boy :(((

an— YESSSS, and thank you smmm!!!!!

this turned longer then i wanted it to be but i don’t think you guys are complaining lmao (740 words). somewhat proofread, so there will probably be spelling and grammar errors

fem!reader, SUB!CHARLIEE, begging, “bad boy”, “momma”, palming, mutual masturbation, if i missed anything lmkk :))

“bad boy”

you kiss him gently, so gently. charlie hates it. he wants it to be as brutal as possible. he always does. he loves it when you fuck him to the point of no return.

some days you’re agressive-

“ya like it don’t you, you fucking whore. you’re pathetic…” you say after you ride him, making yourself come, but not him. you made sure if it. he couldn’t touch you the entire time, it was torture for him. he loves the way you feel around him, on top of him; he can’t get enough.

but today, today you’re gentle. but only for a little..

you’re kissing him so softly. poor baby just wants to make out with you so bad :( he does something he knows he shouldn’t. sitting across from each other on his bed, you’re hands on his thighs as you sit on your calfs, him the same way, he pushes his tongue into your mouth. he just can’t help himself, you taste too good for him not to. he cups his hands around your face, just in front of your ears and sits up onto his knees.

you don’t pull away. you let him make out with you, you don’t kiss back as much as you could. he whines as he realizes it.

you pull away after a few seconds of him kissing your tongue. you open your eyes and look at him, he’s so pathetic. his face is all red, eyes dropped down to his hands, knowing he did something wrong.

you sigh as he looks up at you through his eyelashes, “…bad boy..” you scold him. he sits down on his calfs again.

he sighs, “momma, i’m sorry! i shouldn’t-”

“no. you shouldn’t. you’re right… what are you” you question him.

he whimmpers at you. “i’ll be good! i promise! it was just momentary i swear!!”

“what are you” you question again.

“momma, i-”

“what are you?”

“…i’m a bad boy.” he says, voice higher.

“you are.” you tuck a his hair behind his ear, making him look up at you.

“momma i’m sorry, it was momentary! i swear! i’m sorry i was a bad boy!!”

his eyes are so big and pouty. poor baby wants to be inside you so bad :(( there’s nothing he can do about it until you touch him.

you move your hand to his crotch, palming his dick through his pants. he’s so painfully hard that just this is making him feel so good.

he moans softly. “y’know… bad boys get punished…”

he breath quickens as he sticks his tongue out to lick his bottom lip, “fuck, momma…” he breathes.

you pick up your pace as your other hand moves to undo his pants. your push him down onto his back as he lifts his hips to help you take off his pants and boxers in one swift movement, as he takes off his shirt.

his cock spills with precum as he jerks himself.

you let him, this is his punishment. he gets to jerk himself off as he watches you get naked, slowly getting on your knees, and pulling off your shirt that charlie gave you, your tits coming out as he swipes his thumb over his tip, making his hand glide easier. you take off your shorts and panties off and sit back down on the bed.

he melts at the sight of you sprawling out on his bed, legs bent and spread apart. you creep your hand down onto your clit, slowly circling it with your thumb as you move push your index and middle fingers into your wet pussy.

you pump you fingers in and out, gushing noises coming from you just makes him buck his hips into his fist. your thumb moves fast on your clit as you make sure that he sees the blissed out expression on your face.

sloppy noises and moans come from both of you, and that mixed with the each other in front of you just makes everything so perfect and euphoric.

he cums with a couple bucks of his hips and the sight of you in front of him. he whimpers out a pathetic moan.

you come just after him, his sounds pushing you over the edge as your orgasm rushes over you. you make sure that you make the most outrageous, porno noises ever, just to make the point that he didn’t make you feel this good.

[surqrised]

And you you you, you colour me in. Turn me round when I'm wrong, you make me strong, you colour me in.

Rea Garvey - Colour me in

[quotefeeling]

You colour me in, turn me round when I'm wrong, you make me strong, you colour me in.

Rea Garvey - Colour me

[thehopefulquotes]

And you you you, you colour me in. Turn me round when I'm wrong, you make me strong, you colour me in.

Rea Garvey - Colour me in

[oceanwithouthermoon]

OKAY im posting this crappy wip kubosai one-shot because ive been lagging severely on writing... sorry if its cringe, its completely unedited rn</3

this is roughly 1800 words.. the actual wip is about 4000 LOL but i skipped a couple parts so this is about half the wip i guess..

Kusuo was sitting at his desk with his legs curled to his chest, glaring at nothing, when his phone dinged next to him. Already not in the best mood, he sneered as his eyes snapped over to the device. The noise had disturbed one of his favorite pastimes; being moody for no reason and doing nothing, and the bright light was equally disturbing. When he looked over, it also shone the time as "1:36am" which ruined his blissful unawareness of how long he'd been brooding. His unusually accurate internal clock could have told him that, really, but Kusuo would never pass up an opportunity to be mad about something stupid.

His eyes softened significantly when he caught sight of what the notification actually was. A text from contact name "Kuboyasu Aren" with no contact picture. Yeah, that was how Kusuo kept all his contacts. Super boring and super normal.

He clenched his teeth, trying to bring his anger from before back after realizing how much and how easily his mood lifted just reading his classmate's name.

His phone had gone back to a black screen before Kusuo could read the actual contents of the message, so he begrudgingly unfurled himself from his position with a heavy sigh. He planted his feet back on the floor just a bit too aggressively and swiped up his phone as he stomped over to his bed to flop himself down on it.

When he finally turned his phone back on, the notification read “3m ago” and he clicked on it.

The message read, “hey princess when u wake up do u wanna hangout ??!? could i come overrr tomorrow please”

Annoying lack and misuse of punctuation, but Kusuo has learned that this tends to be the norm in texting, especially with other teenagers. In all fairness, the way Kusuo texts isn't very conventional either. He made fun of Toritsuka’s severe overuse of emojis once, and then immediately got ganged up on by all of the self proclaimed ‘PK psychickers’ because he tends to overuse emoticons in the same way. He doesn't know how else to express himself over text, alright? He learned to text only from his mom, Akechi, and Aiura and this is just how it turned out.

And for your information, the stupid princess pet name was just some silly thing Kuboyasu had gotten in the habit of doing lately. Trust Kusuo when he says it's much more embarrassing when he says it out loud, especially at school, than when he texts it, though knowing that his name in Kuboyasu’s contacts was “My Princess :)” was probably even worse.

Anyway, Kuboyasu had clearly made the assumption that Kusuo would be sleeping at this hour. Well, usually he would be. Kusuo LOVES getting his sleep in, but he just so happened to have taken a very long nap earlier that day, so he had a late dinner, and subsequently a late dessert. So, his usually abnormally fast metabolism hadn't quite been rid of all the sugar and caffeine he'd consumed not long ago. A series of unfortunate events, really, which culminated in him not being tired enough to sleep yet. At least he got to get in his usual ‘angrily staring at nothing for no reason’ time that he accidentally skipped because of his nap, although that did just get interrupted too.

So finally, he responded to Kuboyasu with, “I'm awake. (-.-;) Sure, I guess.”

Kuboyasu read the message and began typing unnervingly quickly after it was sent. “really ?!?!? also y r u awake lol i thought u would be asleep hours ago”

The poor guy probably wasn't expecting him to say yes immediately. Kusuo usually would argue about it for a bit before giving in to the teasing and pleading of his self proclaimed friends. It was way too late (/early) to play that game right now though, he knew he would just say yes in the end anyway. It had nothing to do with him actually wanting to see the dumb former punk who he had been unusually close with lately.

The taller boy just GOT him in a way other people never did. His undying loyalty and honesty was a refreshing contrast from many of the other people the psychic was often forced to be around. Loyal, honest, strong, romantic, protective. Not that those last few things affected the way he interacted with Kusuo or anything…

Kusuo replied again, “Yes. And I usually would be, but… too much caffeine. (￣^￣)”

Another quick response, “lol thats totally something u would do.. since ur up, r u down to call right now ?”

“To call? It's almost 2am. ಠ_ಠ Why are YOU awake anyway?”

“lol i know i know but im so bored… i just cant sleep.. we can be quiet on the call, but id like to hear ur voice right now :)”

Good grief, ew. How disgusting. “Hm… okay. ∩(｡-_-｡)∩”

(Don't you dare ask Kusuo why his internal monologue is so different from what he actually replies with. It's definitely not because he's an unreliable narrator who doesn't want to admit to himself or anyone that he actually wants to talk to a boy. Why would that be the case? Don't be dumb.)

Kusuo forgot to turn his ringer off before Kuboyasu could call him, so despite entirely expecting the phone call, the loud ringing startled him into dropping his phone on his face. How embarrassing, all-powerful psychic drops his phone on his face at almost 2am.

He scrambled to pick it back up and answer it so that the noise wouldn't wake up his parents. It would be really easy for him to just lull them back to sleep with his telepathy the second they wake up, but it would be inconvenient and his dad might complain in the morning. About either remembering waking up or just about not getting a good night’s sleep.

He finally clicked the answer button, luckily before his parents could wake up, and held back a sigh as he held the phone up to his ear.

“Hey, princess!” Kuboyasu was speaking in a whisper yell, probably also a room away from his sleeping parents.

“Hello.” He tried to speak in a way that wouldn't give away the fact that he was recovering from a smack to the face. Phone calls were a bit awkward for Kusuo, since microphones didn't pick up on his telepathy so he had to use his actual voice to speak over the phone. He always just hoped people wouldn't notice the extra rasp to his voice, but the late hour might work in his favor in this situation.

“So what have you been up to?”

“Nothing.”

“Nothing? Up at 2 am and you're just sitting there, doing nothing?”

“Yes, that's exactly what I've been doing. What else is there to do at 2am?”

“Well, I've been making the most of MY time, personally.”

“And how have you been doing that, exactly?”

“Thinkin’ about you.”

“...”

“...”

“... *snort*” Okay, how could that NOT make him laugh? He took the phone slightly away from his face and laughed into his hand.

“What?? It's true!” The idiot couldn't hold back his laughter either.

“Yeah, yeah, okay… whatever, you're such a pain…”

“Yeah? Am I?”

“Yes.”

“And yet, you're here talking to me at 2 am just because I asked you to? Admit it, you love it.”

“Tch. You really need to get over yourself, you know that?”

“Well. Humor me for a bit longer, will you?”

“You're desperate.”

“For you.”

Kusuo muttered into his hand, “Oh my god.”

“I wish I could see your face right now, I know you're blushing.”

“Yeah, right. Not like you can prove that.”

“You want me to?”

“What do you mean?”

“You want me to come over there and check?”

Kusuo could hear the smirk in Kuboyasu’s voice. The jerk knew Kusuo couldn't say no to him. They both knew this game. Kusuo would deny him just for show, even though they both know he wants to say yes, and Kuboyasu would tease the truth out of him. Well, fine. Kusuo could play this game.

“You want to sneak out of your house and into mine at 2am just so you can check how successful your teasing is?”

“Mhm. Not just that, I would do anything to see my pretty princess’ face right now. I'm bored, you're bored, the only solution is for the knight to rescue the princess from this ailment, obviously.”

“You're an idiot.”

“You want to see me, I know it.” And he did. Kusuo could hear shuffling over the phone. That asshole was probably already putting his shoes on, knowing Kusuo would say yes. “What, you scared to prove me right? You don't want me to see your pretty pink face right now?”

… Kuboyasu was good at this game. He knows that husky voice is fucking irresistible. To Kusuo, at least. “... Okay, okay. Only so I can prove you WRONG.”

He knew Kuboyasu was smiling, but then the mood settled a bit. “You serious, Saiki? I know I'm messing with you, but I won't pressure you if you don't wanna sneak me in. I mean, that's kinda a lot to ask now that I'm thinkin’ about it. I really wanna see you, but I wouldn't make you do that.”

“Yeah, yeah, shut up, I've already made up my mind. Are YOU sure? You realize how late and dark it is, yeah? You can't just stroll the streets at 2 am, you're gonna get hurt.”

“Awee, you worried about me, princess? No need, your knight in shining armor can protect himself just fine.”

"... Fine. Just stay on the phone with me."

"Hm? While I walk?"

He figured Kuboyasu wouldn't want to have a conversation over the phone in favor of paying attention to his surroundings, but... Kusuo couldn't help but be nervous about his friend's safety at this hour. He just wanted to make sure he was fine the whole walk.

"We don't have to talk, just... stay on the phone with me..."

Kuboyasu snorted. "What, you gonna miss me in those, what, ten whole minutes?"

Kusuo scoffed quietly. "Don't be so full of yourself. I'm just making sure you don't trip and fall or something at 2am on the way to my house. Wouldn't want the blame to fall back on me." He somehow still managed to convey snark in his almost monotone voice despite his whisper.

Kuboyasu chuckled softly, as he snarked back teasingly, "You know I can take care of myself. Can't believe you're still worried about me~."

Kusuo did know that. It didn't change anything. And he WASN'T worried, he just knew that his various nuisances tended to get into trouble when he wasn't there to monitor them. He was always getting them out of trouble even in broad daylight, so there was absolutely no reason to think that walking alone in the middle of the night would prove to be an exception.

"Just shut up and don't hang up, alright?"

He heard the quiet creak of a door closing and shutting, barely drowning out Kuboyasu’s attempt at muffling his laughter. "Alright, sweet boy. I'm right here."

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EWWWW CRINGEE EW THEY HAVE COOTIES

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And you you you, you colour me in. Turn me round when I'm wrong, you make me strong, you colour me in.

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