#thank you all for being patient again aaaa

[everythingne]

all american bitch -- ls2

After a successful concert in Miami, your twin sister is caught having a little moment with her boyfriend outside a club. Most people jump to conclusions, but you have a way to shut everyone up (and give half of the F1 community a heart attack in the process)

logan sargeant x singer!reader

warnings/notes: cheating allegations, cursing, so many sexual innuendos, sexual lyrics, terribly written lyrics should count as a warning... also I wrote this to celebrate logan 2024 <3

fc: gracie abrams

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04 MAY, INSTAGRAM

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urusername: miami!! u were ELECTRIC!! a great finish to the first leg of the tour. oh and thank u to both @ logansargeant and @ sistersacc for joining me in miami tn ahead of the gp <3

tagged: sistersacc, logansargeant, williamsracing

lilymhe: LAST PIC??

urusername: people keep sending logan text posts to me and its amazing

user1: girl explain what u were doing last night

user2: patiently waiting on her downfall fr

user3: MOTHER IS MOTHERING!!!

logansargeant: I LOVE YOU BITCH ASS

urusername: I LOVE YOU TOO FUCK HEAD !!! 💙💙

williamsracing: y/n. ur electric.

urusername: im leaving logan for u williams admin

logansargeant: dude what the fuck :(

user4: so we're gonna act like no one saw her cheating?

sistersacc: AAAA SO MUCH FUN THANKS FOR LETTING ME MAKE U MAD <333

alexalbon: thank u again for inviting me and lily i cannot express the joy of finally meeting the woman logan never shuts up about

user7: not everyone jumping to conclusions jfc

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logansargeant: thank u williams for the incredible season and for trusting this american guy and taking a chance on me. thank u @ urusername for being my rock. see u all next yr 💙

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urusername: so so so proud of u baby <3 u did incredible

logansargeant: thank u <3

alexalbon: see u in a few weeks

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extratv: While rumors are spiraling of potential cheating allegations against Y/n L/n, she was spotted with Taylor Swift at a local park in Miami after day two of her residency in the Kaseya Center. Has the checkered flag waved for the American 'It Couple' of F1?

user1: bro its so over for us.

user2: NOOO Y/N SARGEANT PLS </3

user3: people see taylor and think its an immediate break up. taylor literally helped y/n start music bc their moms are besties idk what y'all are on.

user4: reputation era real

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"Do you see this shit?" You turn to look at Logan behind you, who currently has his face smushed into what was previously your pillow as he attempts to recover sleep from his season of traveling just about everywhere. You would be in the same boat as him if you weren't being hounded over doing your skincare and such everyday for tour. Because of that hounding, you had to take off all the makeup you had put on for dinner as soon as you got home. The dinner was with all your family and friends to celebrate the end of a season and the end of the first leg of your tour.

"No?" Logan blinks open his eyes and you cross the room from your shared bathroom, he lifts the blanket so you can slide in next to him in the bed as the fleeting Florida sun nips warmth into your skin before his warmth envelops you in the comfortable blankets you have across the bed as the fan above rotates on high.

You flip your phone, showing him the pictures of your sister people were using to say you cheated on Logan.

"Oh be so serious." He groans into your side as he looks at the photos, arm draped lazily over you before he plucks the device out of your hands and drags you fully under the blankets with them.

"Don't worry," He murmurs, sleep in his voice, "It'll blow over if we just ignore it."

"Logan they're trying to cancel me on Twitter." You deadpan, rolling into his embrace and snuggling against him.

"Write a song about it like everyone thinks you're doing with Taylor, play it on tour or something.'' He mumbles into the skin of your neck before giving you a soft kiss.

You hate how enticing the idea is.

"You're gonna have to review the lyrics before I post it, because I might make it absolutely filthy." You warn and Logan's eyes widen as he perks up from where he's cuddled into your side.

"Oh please, please, do." His little shit eating grin makes you burst into laughter as you nod, pulling out your notebook from your bedside table and a pen as Logan adjusts so he can watch you scribble down ideas.

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urusername: im so sorry to @ williamsracing in advance. my new single miami burn comes out tmrw 💙

lilymhe: get em girl.

logansargeant: i apologize in advance to my pr team

williamsracing: logan please.

oscarpiastri: some times i wonder about u two. and then i hear about you and it makes me wish i never asked.

logansargeant: wow love u too man

landonorris: no i heard the demo im with oscar on this

arthurleclerc: prayers to ur pr team !

williamsracing: well now im scared.

[zuffer-weird-girl]

Laying on you vs you laying on them

Him laying on you

More often than you think.

Shigaraki is always doing something, be making a plan, overthinking something or even playing lol. His brain never stops.

So, as all human beings, he needs a break, something that could take his mind out of this cruel reality he has to live in.

You.

He often finds himself laying on your thighs as some sort of escape of reality. He can simply just close his eyes and pretend that nothing is going on for a sec just for his head to finally quiet down

He is thankfully for it, but doesn't show it.

But the little sigh he always let it whenever his head hit your lap is already enough.

You laying on his lap

Not as often but still happens

Especially before the whole story of the paranormal liberation front.

Whenever he is playing on his switch he allows you to crawl on him to rest there.

Is like his personal lucky charm. He swears that everytime you lay against him whenever he is playing something, he always wins or has a higher score than before.

Won't scratch your head though... the fear is always there even with gloves.

Don't blame him, you all know what he went through and cmon I this guy is dating you is because he feels SOMETHING for ya.

Him laying on you

It happens as often as he says how much he loves heroes-

Seriously though, it would take a long ass while to make this fella have any sort of contact with you, imagine something as intimate as that.

Kai is a very reclusive man, so for him to show any signs of "vulnerability" is a dangerous thing. So with this, plus his things with touch, it makes this way too much difficult to deal with...

But, if you are patient enough... there will be a time he will trust you enough to do that. And trust me, at first it won't be a pretty sign.

For him to lay his head on your lap it would mean he is done, absolutely done with everything and he needs to just let go for while. Allow his walls to crumble down.

Might let a tear or two escape his golden eyes but you won't see it thanks to him being turned away from you but also with a death grip on your thighs.

After this, Chisaki will have a lot of trust on you and your relationship will surely make a lot of upgrate. But again, it won't be often this guy allows himself to do that since he is "the man of the relationship and he need to be the one providing you comfort".

You laying on his lap

Again, it will take a while, but not much compare to him laying on you though.

Won't take too much but again, it must be on a point where he is comfortable enough for you to touch without immediately getting killed by his quirk.

Germophobic.

Kai takes pride on whatever thing he does it well, so at the moment he notices he is one and only one who could provide you some comfort he is very ... pleased.

At first you will feel his muscle on his (big) thighs tense and contract a bit at the sudden contact before a sign will leave his covered lips as he stares at everything else asides from you with a faint blush on the tip of his ears.

With his gloved fingers awkwardly patting gently on your head as he asks what happened and if he could fix it.

He is trying. Just have patience with him.

Him laying on you

Aaaa Dabi. The cat man.

He would only do this on a very intimate level since you know... gotta keep the bay boy act for everyone to not mess with him nor his plans and all.

But when he is comfortable enough he will do it without regrets or shame.

Enough to just enter the room you are in before falling with his face in the middle of your chest while groaning from the day he had.

Is not often, but is not like Kai in this case.

He just... feels better when he is the one holding you. But he never denies when is a chance where you can just comb his inked hair (or white, it depends on what time you are honestly) and just whisper sweet nothings to him.

Seriously, he is like a cat that way.

If you move he will growl though. You are stuck with him until HE is satisfied.

... I hope you até and went to the bathroom before this man laid down on you. Because he sure as he'll ain't getting up.

You laying on him

He feels better than him laying down you.

Is more comfortable and is like having a weighted blanket on him.

Brings him joy, no jokes.

Might be on his lap or chest he doesn't care. He has that smirk of pure content on his face.

Will scratch the back of your neck and I swear the God he is the best of it enough to bring you to a putty and moaning mess (not in that way you fucking pervert)

Unless you want him to

Much like him laying on you... he won't let you go.

He is like a leech the moment you just TRY to move.

I'm talking about all of his four limbs just circling around your body and clinging onto you enough to not let even air pass through the both of you.

I live for soft clingy dabi I'm sorry.

"Touya pls-" you will wheeze out and he would only chuckle and nuzzle on you

What an ass. An loveable ass.

[erabu-san]

First of all, I would like to thank you so much for all your support and your kind message !! Thank you so much for being patient with me too !! (you will see, I thanks a lot in this post lol)

Haha tbh I believe that ignoring and move on is a great way too! Yeees when I read this anon ask, I was wondering if they are living somewhere where pale person are oppressed and they are personally in this case and it affects them so badly that they have so much hate in them or they are just being hateful toward poc w/o any explication ? It was a bit uncomfortable And what is appealing with Genshin Impact (for me) is the fact that they use real culture to create their game ; even in the last survey, they ask if we like Natlan's authenticity (weird they only ask abt environment and music, i think they know they have issue with character design bahaha). I learn a lot about persian, algerian, but also chinese and even about french culture ! It is because people recognize themself that they start talking about it. I know there is a lot of controversial topic in Natlan, but because of this, I learn a lot on Hawai'i 's culture too. So yes, even if it is fiction, representation *is* important. And it is because they take inspiration of their culture that there is people who want a better representation, and in my opinion, this is something to not ignore !

About taking well what anon said, thank you so much ! If i can be honest tho, I didn't take it very well neither, or just I don't know how do I really felt at the moment I am an adult but I still hard time to distinguish what is morally okay or not, what is bad and good ? So if someone doesn't tell me they are explicitly a bad person with bad intention, I won't get it haha (ofc I grew up and now I identify my value and morals, but I still questionning if my morals are objectively great or not- yeaaah i was called weird for that, I am aware) Since forever I always try to understand other so I can communicate properly (at least I try), and that's why I am always interested on how does people think, why do they react in this specific way etc etc. Pro, I am patient and can take even the most violent take "well" (all depends. I am still a human) Con, I give free speech to those who have a "bad" take </3 and I apologize for that aaaa

KFSDLFSD I wish to express my angryness sometime but I just don't know if it is really adequate What if I interpret their text in wrong way as they initially try to say ? I wasn't feel offended by what they said, I was just uncomfortable because their opinion is something I consider hateful. and what if i was wrong??? But reading you all's opinion just affirm that's they were indeed rude ! I should stop overthink, life would be easier Maybe next time I have a doubt I will ask my friends's opinion before answering ksdkfsf

Oh my god thank you !!! If i can be honest, I draw Kinich this way because when I draw him w a darker skin for the first time, I thought "Oh !!! he looks so cool !!!!" and seeing a lot of positive comment abt my Kinich just makes me happy so I keep him like this ! And thank you for sharing with me informations !<<333 This is not overstepping at all ! And it is a reciprocate feeling anon ! It might be a bit weird but "angry" is such a complex feeling for me. I feel it but I don't really know how to express it in the most healthy way and it is super frustrating. So... seeing people getting mad at something I also disagree on makes me feel better !! And for this, thank you all !

I SNORT SO HAAAARD Damn Macron you again..........!! I didn't put all ask here but I read them all !! Thank you for sharing with me your opinion and reaction, it is truly interesting (and way more relaxing that the hater anon kskskss) !! and again, your support is truly meaningful for me. You all have sincere gratitude Hope y'all have a great day !! Stay hydrated too <3

[wonwooslibrary]

in other words, i love you | ksy

member: soonyoung x gn!reader genre: fluff, light angst, roommates!au, 4+1 things, dance student!soonyoung, student!reader, technically college!au but it's not mentioned word count: 2009 summary: four times you jokingly confess to soonyoung, and the one time he seriously confesses to you. warnings: swearing, an argument, a couple loving shoulder smacks bc i think they're cute, mentions of food/eating, y/n bullies soonyoung but it's all loving don't worry! author's note: i finished this after months instead of writing the wonwoo birthday thing that i'm supposed to post in like ten days lmao oops but a big shout out to @kthpurplesyou for beta reading this for me!! bee, i love u sm you've become such a good friend of mine over the past couple months !! i love all your writing and aaaa ur just amazing thank you !!! i am now on my way to work so have a wonderful day everyone & enjoy some short soonyoung fluff <3

The First. 

What is one thing that everyone wishes was free all the time? Of course, it’s food, and you were definitely someone who loved free food. So, when you saw the new ramen and boba place in the local mall was open, you were convinced. Your goal for today: get Soonyoung to pay for your lunch..

“Soonie, you love me, don’t you?” you questioned your best friend, tugging a bit on his sleeve. 

“I cannot believe you even had to ask that! Of course I do!” He wrapped his arms around your shoulders in a quick, but meaningful hug. 

“Okay so, if you love me like you say you do…” your voice droned on. “You should totally take me to the new boba shop. Please!” you held out the end of the word, begging the man.

Soonyoung looked away from you and moved his gaze to the ceiling of the store before he sighed. 

Exhaling loudly, he grabbed your hand and walked with you towards the restaurant. You quickly cheered with the hand that wasn’t in Soonyoung's. 

After arriving and ordering, you picked an empty booth to sit in as you both waited for your order number to be called.

"Thanks for paying, Soonie." 

Soonyoung smiled, his teeth showing. "You're welcome, I-" He was interrupted by the sound of their order number being called. 

Soonyoung stood up. "I'll grab them." 

“Are you sure? It might be a lot for you to carry by yourself,” you tried to stand up to help. “Let me help you.” 

Soonyoung put his hand on your right shoulder and lightly pushed you to sit down again. “It’s fine, I got it.” 

Coming back to the table from the second (and last) trip to get their food, Soonyoung sat back down across from you, making quick work of taking his wooden chopsticks apart. 

Immediately picking up your boba, you began swinging your legs a bit before speaking with a bright smile. 

"Soonieee!" 

Lifting his head up from his rice to look at you, Soonyoung smiled brightly. "Yeah?" 

"I love you," you took another sip of your tea. "And boba. I think I love boba more though." 

Soonyoung laughed. "I'm starting to think that you like the boba more than my friendship."

The Second. 

“Hey Y/N, do you want to do something today?” 

Looking up from your novel, you focused your gaze on Soonyoung. “It depends. Where do you want to go?” 

“They opened a new arcade down the street from that bookstore you really like. I wanted to check it out sometime, so I was just thinking that you could  join me.” 

You smiled. “Of course I’ll go with you Soon! Give me like ten minutes to get ready?” You gestured to the pajamas that you were currently lounging in. 

“Of course! I’m so excited!” Soonyoung sprinted off back to his room, most likely preparing the most ridiculous outfit imaginable. 

You shook your head and got up from the couch after placing the receipt-bookmark on the page before closing the novel. 

After getting dressed and grabbing a quick snack from the kitchen, you sat and waited patiently for Soonyoung, who sprinted down the stairs and stumbled about half way through, tripping a bit and catching himself on the wall. 

Of course, as one does when their best friend almost faceplants, you laugh. “Good going. You should do that again so I can record it.” 

Soonyoung, peeling himself from the wall, gave you an exasperated look. “Ha ha ha,” he walked into the kitchen. “Very funny.” 

You looked up at him. “You’re right. It was.” 

Soonyoung smacked your shoulder lightly before grabbing his keys off the counter. “You ready to go?” 

“Yeah, I’m good. Let’s go.” 

About twenty minutes later, you learned that you should never agree to going to an arcade with Soonyoung. You watched from the sidelines, sweating, as he absolutely demolished the DDR machine he found in the corner of the small inner-city arcade. 

Winning another round (and yet again breaking the highest score), Soonyoung got off the arrow-covered platform and walked to where you were sitting. 

“Are you sure you don’t want to challenge me again? I can go easy on you!” Soonyoung smiled, his gums showing. 

Laughing loudly, you argued with the man. “If you think I’m getting back on that,” you looked at the platform in disgust. “Thing, you’re absolutely insane. I love you so damn much Soonyoung, but you can’t pay me to get back on that.” 

Soonyoung scoffed. “It’s not that hard!”  “I’m sure you don’t think it is!”

The Third. 

The first thing you noticed after the countless minutes of sitting in this brightly lit room was that it was hot. You were leaning against the wall, phone on a tripod focused on Soonyoung’s movements in the wall-length mirror. 

“Soonyoung!” you whined. Across the large room, Soonyoung looked up from the ground, his thoughts interrupted. 

“Yeah?” 

“Is there no air conditioning here? Like come on, it’s a dance practice room! Do they expect their dancers to die from heat every day?” 

Soonyoung smiled, “They’re working on fixing it right now. Something broke somewhere in the building so now the whole floor is not getting AC.” 

“That’s awful. Terrible. A crime to humanity!”

“Yeah, tell me about it. I'm here every day. Though, they said it should be done within the next couple of days, so don’t worry about it.” 

Soonyoung begins the music again, and he begins dancing his routine, movements sharp and well crafted. But, as Soonyoung dances, the temperature of the room increases, and there is only so much a couple of revolving fans can do. 

When Soonyoung is done dancing, he turns to face you. “How was that?” 

You nodded and clapped. “It was amazing! Though, I’m dying. You’re lucky I love you, otherwise I would have left an hour ago.” 

Soonyoung smiled. “But you like the dance? I’ve been working on it for a while and I really just want to be done with it.” 

“Yeah! It’s amazing. You know that every dance you do is going to be perfect by the end of it! You’re incredibly talented!” 

“Thanks, Y/N. Let’s go back before you melt into a puddle that I have to mop up off the floor.” 

“We both know if that happened, you’d be making Chan mop the floor. There’s no way you’d do it yourself.”

The Fourth. 

The movie that was playing at full volume on Soonyoung’s TV was not your first choice, and you made that extremely clear to Soonyoung as you both sat next to each other on the couch for your weekly movie night. 

“I just don’t understand why you’d want to watch a horror movie when you know that you’re going to be more scared than the characters on the damn TV!” you argued to your best friend. 

“Oh, come on you scaredy cat! It’s not going to be too bad! Jihoon said this one wasn’t that bad!” 

Wrapping yourself in the blanket Soonyoung kept on the couch, you refuted the statement. “There is a 99 percent chance that Jihoon was saying that just to fuck with you in hopes you get so scared you call him crying so he can laugh at you.” 

Soonyoung thought about your statement for a second before wrapping his arm around you. “Okay, while you do have a point there,” he began, “I don’t think Jihoon hates me that much!” 

“While he might not hate you that much, he doesn’t love you like I do---of course he’d pull a useless prank on you like that.” Once the words came out of your mouth, you could feel your heart start beating faster at the words you just said. It feels…different, somehow. 

“Of course! He can’t love me nearly as much as you do!” Soonyoung yays, hugging you and rubbing his hair into your cheek.

Grimacing, you complain, “Okay, okay, please get your greasy hair off of my face.” Placing one of your hands on Soonyoung’s hairline, you push him away. 

Soonyoung lets go of the hug and leans to the other direction, pouting. “Y/N doesn’t love me anymore!”

The One. 

“Soonyoung! Did you seriously?” you mutter to yourself. After a long day in classes and stressing about the endless amount of assignments you have to do, the last thing you wanted was to come home to the shared apartment and see piles of dirty dishes by the sink. Of course, it wasn’t only the dishes that upset you: the living room was a mess of snack wrappers and empty water bottles and the TV was still on, the sleep screen lighting up the living room. The couch and coffee table were both pushed out of the way to create Soonyoung’s mini dance studio in the living room. 

“Kwon Soonyoung! Where are you?” you yelled up the stairs. 

Soonyoung peeked his head out of his bedroom door to see you halfway up the stairs. “Hey. What’s up?”

“Did you forget to do something?” Soonyoung tilted his head, thinking. 

“I don’t think I forgot to do anything? Why?”

“The sink is filled with dishes! Didn’t you say you were going to stop doing that? And the living room is a mess! None of the furniture is put back and there are wrappers everywhere! You promised that you wouldn’t leave stuff around all the time!” you angrily tell your best friend off. 

“I’m sorry! I forgot about it, I’ll go clean everything right now!” Soonyoung came out of his room and headed towards the stairs. 

“No, it's fine. I got it, just-” you sighed heavily. “Actually remember to do your chores next time, and put the living room back together.” With that, you walked back down the stairs to the kitchen, but Soonyoung was hot on your tail. 

“It’s not fine! The dishes were my chore and it’s my mess in the living room, just- move and I’ll do it.” Soonyoung began cleaning the dishes out of the sink in order to fill it with water. 

You tilted your head down to the floor, eyes watering. The angry reaction you had was finally hitting you, making you feel terrible about yelling at your best friend. 

“I’m sorry for yelling at you, Soon.” You wiped a tear off your face. “I really d-didn’t mean to. I've just had an awful day and I didn’t think about what I was doing or saying.” 

Soonyoung turned to face you, hands covered in suds. “Y/N, it’s fine. Please don’t cry,” he wiped his hands on the closest towel to him before wrapping his hands around your upper arms and making eye contact. 

“I promise everything is fine -- you were right to yell at me, because I did promise you I would stop doing these things. I love you, Y/N, more than anything, and that doesn’t stop just because you told me off for something.” 

Your eyes widened as Soonyoung kept talking. This action led Soonyoung to make a similar face, finally realizing what he said. 

“You…love me? That much?” you questioned in a meek voice, still wide-eyed. 

Soonyoung’s cheeks turned red and he looked away before whispering a small, “Yeah, I do.” 

When he finally looked back at you, he smiled. “Yeah,” he spoke louder. “I didn’t mean to say it in this context,” He looked around quickly. “But I guess now is better than never.” 

The dried tears on your cheeks begin to stiffen, but it doesn’t stop you from smiling as widely as physically possible. “I love you too, Soonie.” 

You wrapped your arms around your best friend newfound lover, tightly squeezing. Of course, Soonyoung hugged you back. 

You both quickly pulled apart when two voices scared you. 

“Soonyoung? Are you guys done making out in the middle of the kitchen?” 

“Hi, Y/N!” 

Turning around, you saw Soonyoung’s friends, Seungkwan and Seokmin. 

“Hi guys,” you began. “I guess that explains the living room being a mess?” you ask Soonyoung. 

He nods, laughing a bit. “Yeah.”

You smile. Of course. 

[fictitious-obsession]

Can you please do headcanons for Percy with an autistic s/o?If you're not autistic like me,i'd be totally cool with dms asking for advice!!

Hello @supermansbisexualson

AAAA I am so excited to have you as my first request. Thank you for answering any and all questions I had along the way. I hope these came out alright. I have not written anything like this and am really excited (and VERY nervous) about it. Again, thank you for your patience with me. So please enjoy! I hope you like it!

<3 - Anya

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Percy Jackson with an Autistic Gender-Neutral S/O headcanons

Percy tries to be very observant of you and wants to know you better each day

He loves when you start ranting about the latest book you read and tries not to feel jealous about your passion for your favorite character (but do not be surprised if he asks if you like them more)

When he asks you about something you’re interested in, he never feels or looks annoyed when you go into detail

If you are very into a game or show, he dedicates hours to sit and enjoy it with you

He occasionally gets you things based on your interests like merch and things that remind him of it

If you like a certain band/musical, he would surprise you with tickets. He would also have you show him all the songs and learn the lyrics

He knows your absolute favorite foods and snacks and no matter how much it costs, he will surprise you with it

When doing camp activities, Percy tries to keep around you, loving your presence

On days that you don’t really feel like talking, he cracks little jokes to see you smile

During camp activities, if someone goes off on you for doing poorly, he comes up and puts them in their place.  He would offer you his hand, not wanting to just grab it from you

If you ever get overwhelmed or have a meltdown, he is there to comfort you every step of the way, He will be extremely patient and understanding, even telling other campers to relax and not treating it as weird

When it comes to cues, Percy misses them too, so he never makes you feel awkward about them

He opens up about being awkward in conversation and reassures you that you are doing fine when talking

He also helps flow conversations with others if there is miscommunication

He doesn’t want to speak for you but helps bring you out of your shell at times

If you don’t feel like talking, that’s fine by him!  He will continue to talk and mess around with you, nods and smiles are enough for him

Percy tends to order out for date nights and have you both eat in different places throughout camp

He’d take you to the lake or the strawberry fields to just sit, eat, and talk about anything and everything.  Maybe do some star-gazing if you feel like it

Tends to be protective of you and sticks around you when he can

He definitely has pet names for you and wears any you give him with pride

He loves to play video games with you

If you get injured and he sees, he may exaggerate a bit, but do his best to take of you

“Y/N, you’ve got to be more careful…”

When you want cuddles, he’s there, but if you are sensitive and need space, he so willingly gives it

Meltdowns in bed mean cuddles, comfort, and absolute patience from Percy, he loves you and you will see that a lot in difficult moments for you

If you ever reacted badly due to hyper-sensitive sensory, he makes sure to avoid those materials for you (even ordering a special camp T-shirt of a different fabric just for you)

He would get you and him matching stress/sensory toys (his would be blue OBVIOUSLY, you get your favorite color)

He tends to be very sweet and thoughtful, but flusters and blushes when you point it out to him

He’d tell you stories all the time to help you sleep if you were anxious or antsy

[fainthedcherry]

ALSO; Here's ANOTHER piece I forgot to post, but was really excited to post. Yeeeah it doesn't get better with my inconsistency and forgetfulness, I know, it's only getting worse haha.

THIS IS A COMMISSION THIS TIME, for my friend Hollowed-Hartlocke on DA and TH!!

Owloette and this outdated, redesigned version of Hoodude belongs to Hollowed-Hartlocke design wise,

Chiri belongs to me (she's in the BG by request of Hart)

Vanilly Hoodude Voodoo belongs to Mattel, and so does Heath Burns (to the right of the drawing.) ((The outfit is not official, I made a random outfit design to fit thematically))

Thank you SO SO much for believing in me, being so patient for me for so many years now!! I am so happy, that you were the first person, to actually pay me in IRL money, what an honour, that my friend is so nice to me man. 🥺💖

Yes, a commission! In this modern day, can you believe it? I've yet to finish 2 more comms, I hope to finish them this year, honest to god. It's so hard to get a grip on some responsibilities, as I gotta figure stuff out appointment-wise with my driver's exams, psychologist-stuff abt my diagnosis still, and ofc, deal with the fact, that I gotta babysit my coworkers (not exaggerating, I keep being bugged on my weekends about my coworkers over some random annoying stuff they didn't wanna do under the normal work-week), and continue to study for tests and finish a presentation until next week.

^As you can tell, it's a bit stressful lately, which is why I had difficulty drawing at home, getting out of bed, to add with cramps post-work, hip- and knee pain in my bones, migraines. it all stacks up, and it doesn't help, that I lately had a spike in my ADHD seemingly acting up again. Been unable to concentrate, been getting overwhelmed, been having some EXTREME time-blindness. It's a bit hard with life lately. :")

It probably makes sense, why I was absent for a good bit. I ache a lot physically, and mentally lately and just. A. LIFE. I DO NOT LIKE IT. BUT MUST SURVIVE IT.

I again, tried something different with the lighting here, being a more direct-light source! I tried to make the lights look harsher, and I think this isn't too bad! Again, in hindsight of 2024, months later, shoulda proooobs made the shading sharper in appearance, still looks too soft, for direct-light hitting this floppy fellow. And also, added a drop-shadow for Heath near the lighting. Dear god, I wish I wouldn't make so many mistakes aaaa.

But oh well, that's what passage of time is, growing up, sucking up mistakes, trying to rid of your perfectionism.

[crescencestudio]

ITSA HEREEEEE

(Also, I've heard that you're not doing very well mentally, so please please please take care of yourself, I'll wait for eternities for the full game if I have to, so take your time. You'll always be my all-time favorite gamedev, Ily)

AHHHHH!!!! GOSH ITS SO BEAUTIFULLLLLL

the first one would look so good on a tote bag i am saying that right now. and the style of the second one!!’ AAAA!!!!! obsessed w both of these thank u sm for commissioning them and sharing them! the artist is so talented 🥹💖

and thank you sm for being so kind 💖 i am doing much better now! i wasn’t in an awful place per se, but i did notice i was feeling “under the weather” mentally more often than usual so i knew it was time for a little check in, which was when i discovered i was in dire need of a break LOL. that’s so nice of you tho 🥺 everyone has been so sweet and supportive. i’m extremely grateful to feel like i have such a patient and understanding little community here. thank u all again and ily2!! 💖✨

[naffeclipse]

AH MY HEART!!

You're tearing me apart Naff!!!

I caught up on song fish,,

(I'm sorry this is a mess, I'm commenting on both chapters in one go)

I love this sailboat!! I can imagine it looking so pretty! But I need to ask, what kind of sailboat is it??? Did you reference an actual real life one or did you make it up? Sorry I'm extremely curious X3

It's going better and oh my god I'm so proud of y/n! Throughout both of these chapters they're getting so much more comfortable and confident, I just wanna squeeze them and tell them how good they're doing!!!

Gregory is such a hero, so patient and understanding, and now with the secret out, their connection is so much stronger, I love it!!

The boys are doing a good job too, it's hard for them to not seem a little fast paced with the progress since they are the creatures y/n have been so afraid of their entire life. But they're so gentle and patient, they're doing their best, aah they're so lovable!! If they weren't so huge I'd wrap my arms around both of them and spin them around!

The island Sun takes y/n to! I wanna be there with him so bad!! And the gentle way he encourages y/n to get underwater and then y/n being comfortable enough to do it again!? AAAAAH MY HEART!!!!

Gregory and Freddy!! Gosh Freddy is perfect! Also oh lord I'm trying to imagine what he'd look like (more like how I'd draw him, he'd be such a creature pfkfjd)

"Different how?" You whisper.

They are bonded as father and cub.

...

And your bond with Sun and Moon is different. You can't linger on the thought without blushing.

AAAAAAAA!!! *kicking my legs like a little school girl and hiding my face in my hands*

Idk why but I felt something bad was gonna happen as I Moon went hunting in the dream. I was SO EXCITED for a hunt, but part of me was afraid. Oh god I hate that I was right.

Circus baby!!?!? So incredibly unexpected but my gosh I love what you did with her design!! She's the kraken and I LOVE IT!! (I might be enjoying her design a little too much actually, don't mind me as I pick up my pen)

Moon and Sun can be terrifying when they want to be, hell yeaaaa!!! There's the monster fight I've been waiting for!! But oh no MOON NOOOO!!!! D':

AaaaaAAAAA!!! Baby!! They're so happy to be called baby again! The way they vibrate and chirp in delight AAAA my heart!!

Again I'm so happy that y/n and Gregory have each other through this, they're both suffering now but at least they have each other..

...

Well shit. There's Circus again.

That ending to chapter 5 has me rattling you so hard Naff. You really like causing suffering huh? I really hope all that didn't undo too much of y/n's progress,, it just got worse and worse.

Such a good cliffhanger tho! I applaud you for not holding back!! Your writing can turn so dark and sinister in seconds, it's wonderful!

Brilliant work as always! I cannot wait for the next chapter!! The monster fight will be LEGENDARY!!!!

Hope you're doing well btw, I'm sending you good vibes and hugs regardless. Remember to take care of yourself and get plenty of rest ♥️♥️♥️

AHHH, MEEP!!!

It's a sloop sailboat! Very simple but it gets the job done hehe

I'm rattling you so hard right now! I'm so happy you like it and I'm very excited for you to read the last chapter (no rush of course hehe) and augh, I'm really glad you like Circus, she's so evil and fun to write, and ohhhh, your art of her is still so stunning! I love it *mwah*

Thanks, and I hope you're doing well, too! Hugs and kisses, and make sure to take it easy on yourself! Ahh, thank you so much for reading, babe! ♥

[shuchu]

Hellyo Hana Mamaaaa!!!!! (Hopefully i can call you that) We've missed you <33 I'm personally not doing the best because my dance trainer is overworking me (3hrs) ontop of 8 hrs of school 😭 but fanfics always lighten up my day (especially yours), you never fail to make amazing fics/shots that I can read over and over again!! Make sure to take care of yourself, we'll always be here!! You deserve the world so take it 🤲🌍 🤍 - 🌼

aaaa hi bb!! (hopefully i can call you that too ＞▽＜ and yes, i'm okay with that dw ♡)

i'm so sorry to hear that you're being overworked ;w; i hope you'll be able to have a break soon ♡ but i'm glad that i'm able to make it a little more tolerable with my fics/shots!! hopefully my creative juices will start flowing again (╥﹏╥)

thank you for being so sweet and patient with me ;w; it is very much appreciated ♡ i've been working a lot recently so i haven't really been taking care of myself all too well but i'll take a self care week soon c:

beeg hugs for you 🌼 anon ♡

[menshusband]

Howdy! Thank you so much for your sweet words on my John and Tex art ;---;!!!! Also I really loved your answer to my ask about John, Mycroft, and Sherlock it was so sweet to read aaaa !!!

I wanted to come ask you, what are ways you and Hermione like to help comfort and cheer each other up when the other is sad 🥺?

Clover @tex-treasures

Omgsh welcome back Clover! Good to see you!

Of course!! I love your art!! You two are beautiful and John appreciates your friendship tons. You’re lots of help to him!

Hehe thank you!! I’m glad you found my reply sweet, it was genuine!! I love them all sm🥹

Aww the question is adorable, thanks for asking it!

Let me start by saying that, as we all know, Herm is a strong woman and seldom lets others bring her down! She always has a smart answer ready to backfire with, and she knows when it’s time to drop the discussion because it isn’t worth it anymore.

This being said, at the same time she’s very passionate—she feels everything strongly, often on purpose—be it curiosity, love, anger, etc. And because of this, some things can feel like a low hit to her! And I’m always happy to see she trusts me to vent and seek comfort.

When she’s sad, it’s often mixed with anger (could be due to a disappointing mark or behaviour on behalf of a professor, Ron, or anything else really), thus the first thing she comes to me for is to vent. She explains everything, the causes and how they made her feel, and how she’s feeling at that moment, and the drastic solutions she wants to act out. I patiently listen until she’s done and calmed down. If I manage, I try to crack a joke on the topic to make her feel better about it all. And when she finally feels refreshed she’s the first tone to initiate a hug! Afterwards we usually relax together by reading or going to Hagrid’s (when we’re at Hogwarts)

When I’m sad, I usually try not to show it, but most of the time she can tell anyway :,) and she knows the first thing I need is physical affection and reassurance, and that I’ll talk about what’s bothering me when I’m ready. She’ll help me distract me, instead, and clear my mind to be more lucid to analyse what’s the matter with her later. :)

Thanks again for the lovely ask! Have a good day!! ⊹₊ ⋆

[frozenfordays]

i'm so sorry for my recent inactivity, as i am currently using most of my free time to study for my upcoming test week ^^;!! although i'd like to thank the anons who sent writing/headcanons requests the other day!! i'll get to them as soon as my test week is over :o. feel free to drop other writing/headcanon requests into my ask box. (please no nsfw though, i'm a minor^^) i'm not the best writer out there but i really do enjoy writing sjdkfbck

[aliteama]

I have 77 things split in my inbox / drafts right now so if you’re waiting on me here’s a little schedule:

Tommorows (Thursdays) posts- Valentine’s countdown (the remaining 7) and maybe some headcanons / drabbles she failed :,)

Friday’s posts- Headcanons (maybe not all of them)

Saturday posts- Some drabbles and around 10 pst I’ll be dropping love letters

Sunday’s posts- Cont. Love letters

[cebwrites]

UH AH UH Gender Neutral with Crocodile? Sorry I’m just nervous, I hope you’re having a good day! I uh was wondering if it could be like how Crocodile might deal with a GN S/O who has extremely bad self esteem about everything about themselves idk I guess comfort hcs! Idc if you throw in NSFW or something this is YOUR blog and stuff so I’ll be happy with whatever (*'▽'*)> I love the way you write! Sorry if I’m bad at explaining or if you don’t want to do this request, Thank you again! Sorry aaaa

hii anon, no need to be nervous! i don't bite ᵕ꒳ᵕ i'm really glad you enjoy what i've put up here!!! hoping this one will be one of those too 💕

(putting in the fav scrunkly to fill up space aejdhfbsg)

comforting a s/o with low self esteem (Crocodile, Law)

gn reader, he/they law word count: 0.6k

Crocodile

Croc isn’t... the best at showing affection, much less comfort - if he’s this far into a relationship with someone for them to mean something that’s more than stress relief, though, he might as well give a go at it

He’s very stiff in the beginning, maybe even a little frustrated because why else would he even allow someone to get this close to him if he didn’t see their innate value?

Crocodile thinks if he throws enough shiny material possessions your way that these feelings will just go away after a while or you’ll be too distracted or busy with other things to pay any mind to them - spoiler alert: they don’t

Not everyone can simply repress everything away on command, Croccy

There’s a genuine attempt being made though, however misguided, you can give him that at least

I’d hesitate to say that Croc would open up about his own worries willingly; he’s got so many skeletons in the closet at this point that he’s taking them to his grave, but he’ll sometimes talk about old aspirations he used to have, when he sees that your distress getting really bad, silly things that young boys would dream up in their bedroom and share under the covers, things that were never really meant to come to fruition, just to take your mind away from the upsetting thoughts in your here and now while he’s got a strong, protective arm around you in his lap

Maybe you’re lulled by these impromptu (almost bedtime) stories, drifting away against the steady beat in his chest, or maybe you feel inclined to encourage him to chase those dreams again, that you know him of all people would be able to reach those goals more than anyone

Crocodile would sigh and pull your head back down against his shoulder and tell you that it’s time to rest, sounding far wearier than you’ve ever heard him before

Law

See, Law knows that he’s supposed to be comforting and reassuring - the problem is that he’s not exactly sure how

They’re not the best at emotional stuff and honestly Law might pass you off to Bepo, Shachi, or someone else at first because he’s not entirely comfortable doing this without being sure that he won’t fuck up

Like Crocodile, he’s willing to try, though, for his partner

Law goes about things a little clinically at first, explaining how everyone on the crew gets along with you, that your presence here is appreciated, how you’ve positively impacted those around you, etc, and then... traits that they personally admire about you, even if it does make the blood rush to his ears and your partner himself all huffy

Be patient with him, he’s trying his best, Law will come around eventually

In the privacy of your shared room, the best comfort they give is nonverbal; he’d pull you into bed with him, or maybe their lap in his office, locked, and just hold you close, nose buried in the crook of your neck, arms around your waist

They’re hesitant to show it, especially in public, but touch is a really big love language for Law, just being able to feel your skin against his own in a strictly romantic way does so much to ease the stressors of his day and Law hopes that by doing the same it’d be able to calm you, too

Your weight in his lap is comfortable while he works, but if your body so happens to obscure his vision, Law’s (sometimes) content with simply cuddling on the private couch in his office, too

[chil2de]

Your sharing a bed with the JJK men hc's were incredible 😩 special mentions for Megumi's bed head, Nanami being a secret cuddle bug, and Yuuta having to drink both iced coffees (that fucking sent me fjdndnfd I could picture it so clearly).

You're super talented so could I, er, possible get a NSFW version? 👀 💳💥💥💥💳💳💥💳💥

Thank you so much 🥺💕

hello anonie!!! thank you dear i’m so glad you liked them!! please the credit card emojis had me cackling LMFAOOOO you really made my whole day out here!!!(THE ICED COFFEE WAS MY FAVOURITE PART TOO)

well i managed to hit the max amount of characters allowed in a tumblr post with five characters alone so i’m going to have to split this up into several posts. it just kinda happened ig

characters in this post: itadori yuuji, gojo satoru, okkotsu yuuta, fushiguro toji (megumi was supposed to be here but i had to reserve him for next post😔)

this work is nsfw. if you’re new here, please read my disclaimer before proceeding. thank you and enjoy!

based off of this post

itadori

- itadori would prob be a ‘deer in the headlights’ if you woke him up in the middle of the night

- but after that? shit, he’s so nice to you. so kind and generous for his baby girl. whether he’s fucking you ‘cause he thinks you might be able to sleep after an orgasm or there’s just an incessant desire for him- doesn’t really matter all that much to itadori. he loves you either way :)

- gets horny so easily LMFAO

- would 100% dick you down if you asked him to and i like to think that he still keeps his really sweet personality during sex cause aaaa he would be so soft and reassuring

- hardcore dom yuuji sounds sexy as all hell but let’s be real… this man won’t kill a fly and apologises for stepping on ants. only exception being angry sex but overall reserving hard dom for sukuna :)

you pepper tiny kisses onto itadori’s face, treating him with the utmost care like handling fine china. his skin feels so soft against your lips, and he smells very faintly of milky soap. there’s some traces of brand cologne on his shirt, as well as his natural scent.

“yuuujiii-“ you coo, blowing air very gently. when he doesn’t stir, you run your fingertips through a bundle of his cotton candy tainted hair. it evokes a reaction from him, so you continue to press him.

“y-uuuu-ji!”

after a few moments, itadori lets out a soft whine before grumbling incoherent blabber. “i won’t eat the pineapple! kugisaki will scream at me!”

you giggle before prodding him again, when finally he relents and jolts awake, eyes wide and mouth slightly parted at how close your face is to his.

“‘s it morning yet?” he wrinkles his nose, stifling a yawn. you emit a hum in thought before wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling you into him. itadori squeaks in surprise when he feels you latch your lips onto his neck, suckling and carefully breaking the bonds underneath his sensitive skin. his moan comes out groggy, still laced with sleep.

“that drives me crazy, you know that, right?” itadori laughs, though his voice comes as a wobble.

“i know. and they look so good on you too, hm?” you giggle, caressing one hand from his neck and then down to the hem of his shirt. your fingertips flutter against his bare skin and he shivers physically and audibly. you smooth your palm flat along his chest, dragging your nails carefully against his muscles.

“kinda.. wanna.. go to.. sleep.. but i don’t.. wanna fall asleep…” itadori mumbles against his pillow. the fabric muffles most of it, but there’s a strain in his voice that leads you to believe he’s moaning lightly. guess after sukuna ripped his heart out, this area hasn’t been quite the same, huh?

“so? then go to sleep, yuuji. i’ll be fine-“ “-no way! i gotta take care of you”

“so why don’t you?”

“‘m going to! i was asleep just half a minute ago!”

“and besides-“

he shifts himself up into a sitting position, leaning his back against the headrest. itadori opens his arms, motioning for you to crawl on top of him. without any haste, you clamber over his built frame, ghosting just over the print of his hard dick.

“not that i mind but- we did, you know, in the morning already-“ “oh, shit, sorry- it’s totally fine if you don’t want t-“ “-just messing with you!”

itadori pulls your neck down and gifts you with the same treatment you were offering him earlier. his tongue is hot and wet against your skin and you can already feel the precipitation forming at the back of your knees. calloused yet tender hands smooth around your waist and he smooths his palms over your shoulder blades.

after itadori’s satisfied with the mark he left, you can’t help but groan a little into his mouth when his lips suddenly claim yours. he drinks you up, relying solely on your taste like he’s drowning and you’re the air he needs.

itadori takes his sweet time cherishing you, or rather it’s still his state of half slumber, but you can feel a dull ache prick your abdomen. you scratch up his shirt, motioning for him to take it off. you’re unsure what comes over you, but shit, you don’t want him- you need him.

“heyheyhey, ‘s okay. don’t worry, i got you.”

“i’ll take care of you.”

“just relax, okay? i got this.” he only coos with sweet reassurances, peppering small kisses and handling you with the utmost precision.

you whimper, balancing your palms flat against his abdomen for additional support as you sink down onto itadori’s cock. he lets out a hum of content, forehead bumping against yours as he allows you to adjust.

“you good?” he murmurs after a few moments, capturing a few strands of your hair in between his fingertips. you nod meekly and itadori hisses out a breathy exhale. he’s sure that if he goes rough as shit you might end up more broken than being able to sleep, so he screws his eyes shut and exhales to maintain his composure.

blazing hot lips scrape against your ear, and his voice comes out in a husky tone.

“tell me how you want it.”

by the lords of everything and all that is holy, itadori only chants the same phrase over and over in his mind. it’s a miracle that he’s able to think straight with all the blood rushing to his cock. he’s more than happy to take it slow, reward you with slow and long strokes while he showers you with high praises. but he can’t ignore the twitch that he experiences when he envisions that pretty lil fucked out face of yours, all messy and ruined for him.

you mutter that you have no preference, that you don’t care because anything he’ll do for you is perfect, and it only gives him a beaming smile at your words.

itadori grabs the scrunched up ball of his shirt that he was wearing before ripping the fabric into half with his bare teeth. you watch his eyebrows perk when he notices how fucking hot you just found that, evident with the way your walls fluttered around him.

“here, babe.”

you part your lips and he stuffs the fabric into your mouth, there’s a little bit of excess hanging out, but he reminds you that you look sexy as hell either way, on top of his dick like that with your hands on his chest, legs spread, face flushed and ready for him.

“don’t wanna be wakin’ anyone else up.”

yuuta

this man is about to end my whole career

yuuta wouldn’t bring it up on his own accord just because… respect.. and he doesn’t want to pressure you or make you uncomfortable into doing things you’re not ready to.

it’s kind of a gray area for him because he doesn’t relish the idea of bringing up sensitive and/or extremely awkward topics so he really said ‘i’ll leave it up to future me’s problem’

but holy shit. let me absolutely tell you.

the second you hint at it? anything of the sorts? 0 to 100. he is FREAKY you cannot tell me he’s innocent just LOOK at the man

can make you scream with ease. all that practice he’s been doing with handling katanas? he doesn’t need his dick to make you cum. will gladly lick up your leftover juices and remark with a smile on his face how ‘it tastes good, angel’

similarly to itadori, i think he would be sweet and patient when asking for your preferences, etc, but after that you’re gonna have to find something to bite onto

“and? what’d you tell her?” yuuta remarks from over his fanned out deck of three cards. his gaze flickers to you as he awaits a response before using his index and middle finger to lay down a +4 card.

“red, by the way.”

you huff and glare at your boyfriend, picking up four cards and attempting to hold them in such a way that they don’t all fall and rattle to the floor. truth be told? you’re seriously a sore fuckin’ loser. you don’t know how he does it, but you’ve never managed to win a game against yuuta.

“i told maki-san that it’s her problem, not mine. if she’s so pressed about people taking them, why does she keep noodles stored in the fridge? really, noodles in the fridge? they’re really spicy as well! made my nose run like hell.” you scoff in distaste, throwing down a random red card on the pile.

“you totally ate them didn’t you?” yuuta giggles, beaming you a wide smile.

“also.. told her that i didn’t see them instead but- yeah.”

“aren’t you worried she’ll find out? oh, and, uno.”

“she might just beat me up to be honest, and, uno, you say? not anymore, love.” you sneer, throwing down a +4 card.

“i want green.”

“i’d protect you.” yuuta states over his cards. you feel like cracking a joke and laughing, but there’s absolutely zero implication on his facial features to show that he’s joking. that, and his serious tone, of course.

you flip your cards down onto the table and yuuta squeaks, pointing towards them.

“uh- i can see your cards-“

“it’s okay, not like i was gonna win anyway.”

at this point, yuuta’s mind races a hundred miles an hour. he’s panicking, blood pressure raised, heart thumping and throat clogged. oh, shit, did he do something wrong? did he upset you? is it ‘cause he said he’d protect you with no regards to the fact that you’re perfectly capable of fending yourself off against maki? fuck, he’s such a god damn screw-up, can’t even take care of his girlfriend correct-

“hey.”

your fingertips slide around his neck, hands interlocking at the base of his head. your thighs balance on his lap and you straddle him, legs either side of his.

he can’t help but hitch his breath, holding it in as though one wrong move and you would dematerialise.

“what’re you thinking about in that head of yours?”

whether you’re referencing his mini panic attack just now, or if you’re referring to all the multiple times he’s battled just bending you over and railing the absolute shit out of you, there’s not much room for debate when you brush your clothed sex up against the print of his dick.

yuuta snakes his slender hands around your throat, holding it in place. you can feel the arousal pool and wash over you, and you’d be more than surprised if you hadn’t soaked through your clothes.

he lets out a breathy laugh, devastating your stomach with butterflies due to how attractive he sounds. yuuta’s soft lips brush the shell of your ear and his other hand moves to rest on your waist,

“why don’t i show you?”

before you can utter a tease something along the lines of “show me what? how you’re too scared to hit me in bed?” you’re already down, flipped over and bent over the table you and yuuta were using moments prior ago for uno. the cards have splattered all over the wooden floor and you only hiss in discomfort as the cool surface scratches against your delicate skin. your boyfriend towers over you, leaning down as his torso clicks into place against your back. even through his titanium white jacket, you can feel his calm and collected heartbeat. he rests his head on your shoulder, nudging his face into you.

“don’t scream, okay? or, try not to, at least-“

his warm fingertips ghost over the curve of your ass, where he pinches the skin there before delivering a loud slap. you squeak, back arching as you jolt from the action. he proceeds by grabbing the inside of your thighs, long middle finger hoisting around your underwear and pulling it to the side. he makes note of the red lingerie you’re wearing and gives you a small chuckle, peppering a kiss to the side of your face.

“-unless, of course-“

“-you’d prefer everyone hear me fuck you stupid.”

“safe word’s blue, angel. i love you and thank you.”

truth be told, you were never sure what to expect from yuuta. hell, you’d never really seen the man’s dick before, sure you caught glimpses in the morning whenever he’d wake up but it’s really not the same. nothing in the world can compare to the first time you felt his piping hot tip brush up against your slicked cunt. and it was embarrassing, actually, the way your pussy was seething for him already.

with a firm hold on your tailbone, yuuta utilises his lower body strength to ram his dick all the way inside. there’s a garbled and choked moan that hisses from you when you feel your walls wrap and deform around the girth of yuuta’s dick. you whine even more so when you can physically feel a thick vein that decorates his shaft.

“the mirror.” yuuta commands in a low tone, redirecting you to glance at the same mirror you’d always fantasised about him fucking you in front of.

his eyes are half lidded, riddled with concentration. it reminds you of that feral and focused gaze he gets during serious battles.

“don’t look at me. look here.”

you trail the outline of yuuta’s arm veins as a result of him rolling his uniform sleeves up; following his v line that points towards his dick. you can only gawk in awe when you realise you’ve taken him to the base of his shaft.

his gaze locks with yours for a split second and he snaps his hips out until just about his tip is visible inside your cunt.

and shit, if his pretty pink cock isn’t the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen, especially with that attractive curve. you’re sure the gesture is just to wind you up, but you can’t help but swoon at him showcasing his pride to you.

“so- mmhf- pretty-“ you whine, words jumbled and breath caught when he slams his dick inside without any prior warning. you can only shriek in exclamation when his tip bruises your cervix, and you’re unsure whether you lament the sensation or not.

he only gives you a cheerful hum, reminding you of his usual cheery disposition. it’s not until then that you realise how much of a fucking beast he’s acting right now.

“right? i’ll put it to good use, i promise.”

gojo

- i know we’re all thinking the same thing here lmfao

- trying to sleep? good for you, now, open your legs for satoru.

- oh you can’t sleep? atta girl, down on your knees for satoru.

- bye i can literally imagine gojo saying some dumbass shit like “think you were trying to sleep but i couldn’t help but think how good my dick would look down your throat like that. sorry, love, you’re not sleeping tonight.”

you blink your eyes in turn with the cicadas chirping aside, stifling a yawn. everything around you down to the very last detail screams at you to sleep, but you just cannot. from the pitch black night that floods the room obscurely, to gojo’s even and quiet breathing beside you. you’ve tried it all. you’ve counted an excess amount of sheep, you’ve tensed and relaxed your body more than you can remember. hell, no matter how many times you’ve flipped the pillow you always seemed to feel less exhausted each time.

you can’t watch netflix, because you’ve binged all your favourite shows. it’s not that you’d wake gojo up because, who cares? by the time you finish scrolling through the endless lists it’ll be time to get up.

you ponder over the things you can do, continuing to subconsciously blink furiously. that is until gojo makes note of your stupid actions and starts giggling like a high schooler at his first sleepover.

“what the hell are you doing?” he snorts, cackling into the pillow like it’s the best joke he’s heard for quite some time.

“shut up, satoru. i’m trying to sleep you ass.” you tut at him, berating him for ruining your divine concentration.

gojo audibly shifts onto his stomach, his right arm crosses over the back of his head as he lazily rests his palm onto his scalp. the other arm preoccupies itself by landing it smack bang onto your chest, fingers wandering up to cup your breast.

“satoru, huh? that’s daddy for ya” he remarks, still giggling in a state of half asleep.

“uh-huh. goodnight.” you dismiss him and his nonsense.

“just go take a shower. always helps me whenever i can’t sleep.”

“hm? you’re giving me actual good advice and being a normal boyfriend? i think i might be asleep already, this is the best dream ever.” you remark sarcastically, prying gojo’s glued wrist off of your breast and sitting up. you could go for a shower, actually. you’re not sure why but it’s always so therapeutic to take one at night rather than the morning.

“huuuh? how could you say that? you’re so mean, (y/n)-chaan! i offered you my love and the world and this is how you repay m-“

“-goodnight satoru. i love you.”

“don’t think professing your love for me will change my mind! i’m still upset at you right now, young lady!” gojo shouts from over his pillow, exclaiming and irritating you in the way he knows how to best.

“yeah, yeah. okay.” you mumble softly to yourself, bearing a wide grin from ear to ear nonetheless.

when you move to crank the water on in the shower, you realise that you didn’t bring along a change of clothes. you momentarily pop back into the bedroom to ransack the drawer for anything that you can find.

“are you back to apologise for being so mean to me?” gojo whines and you can see the pout evident on him even when it’s pitch black.

“no, i’m just here for clothes, satoru.”

you hear him mumble something but it’s muffled by the sheets he’s underneath so you don’t heed any attention to it and resume in taking a shower to help keep your insomnia at bay.

with a ginger step and a small ‘oopf’, you heave yourself into the large shower that only a headass like gojo would bother buying. it’s reminiscent to what a hot tub looks like on the inside, with surrounding jets practically in a full 360 degrees. the things so steep that there’s a small step up in front of the shower outside the actual structure. it must have cost quite the fortune.

you reach in for the built in shelf to grab ahold of some of your toiletries as you allow the water to fall in a gentle sprinkle, almost like rain. there’s an audible squeeze reminiscent to trying to get the last ounces of ketchup as you apply some body gel to your hands, lathering it up.

despite standing, the warmth of the water leads your muscles to feel less tense. the only noteworthy downside is that the running water is tremendously loud. how on earth is gojo sleeping through all that racket?

slender fingertips ghost over your inner thighs. you can feel his wet and sturdy chest in place against your spine.

“surprised to see me?”

“you know i can’t let my baby talk shit like that.”

really? that’s his issue at hand here?

“so which is it?”

“acting like an intolerant brat because you’re tired or ‘cause you wanna get dicked down?”

gojo loops his arm underneath your leg, bending it up. you almost topple over in the process and you lay one hand flat against the tile.

“don’t answer that. sometimes it’s so obvious that you’re such a whore for my dick.”

“huh?! what the shit are you saying?” you snap at how correct he is.

gojo yanks your face back, digging his fingers into your cheeks as he forces you to face him. it almost sends your neck into two pieces, straining to look back at him.

“oh, really princess? just the other day you were begging me to fuck you”

“remember that? couldn’t wait so you rode me in the car? you know, baby, all you gotta do is ask.”

your legs tremble and psyche wobbles when he pries your mouth open with his thumb, promptly before spitting into it.

“don’t bother with the bullshit. i’ll play the games, not you.”

he drags his hard cock against the curve of your ass, slapping it against you.

“i don’t think i feel like fuckin’ you right now.” gojo sneers, humming sardonically. his lips quickly latch onto yours when you spin around to meet his gaze. like the fucker he is, gojo moans and whines into the kiss- lips ravaging you whole and tongue capturing your essence.

“baby girl, i was gonna let you top me. you know i don’t let anyone do that.”

his long middle finger prods against your cunt, forcing itself in with ease.

“damn, you’re soaked. you really wanted to milk me dry that bad?”

you hate him. hate him so fucking bad. he flashes you that attractive smile of his, azure eyes sparkling and snow white hair disturbed with water.

gojo pulls his finger out before sucking onto it in front of you, lapping all the excess arousal off.

“i’m not playing with you tonight.”

toji

- i literally don’t even need to say anything here

- just be sure to make a hospital check up appointment or something

- um-i uh- please remember to breathe after this one? maybe touch some grass? ALSO my first time writing for toji AAA i hope he’s okay

maybe if you don’t breathe? nah, that wouldn’t work. there’s still air acting around your limbs when you move so you’d be disturbing the barriers there. let’s see… maybe bit by bit? surely if you slowly inched his shirt up? then again, wouldn’t toji chew you out halfway through? maybe you should just give it to him straight up? just slip your hand under his shirt. come on. but he looks so peaceful, sleeping like that.. long eyelashes fluttered closed, lips relaxed and not scowling. his eyebrows are softly arched. he looks so soft, lips parted, chest rising and falling with every breath.

fuck it. just do it. cuddle him already.

you muster up all your courage in one fell swoop and you bend one leg over toji, resting it just above his groin. your right arm sprawls out over his chest and your hand rests against his toned arm. he’s already sleeping with one arm bent up with his hand supporting the back of his head, so you utilise the free real estate to nestle your head in the crook of where his shoulder and collarbone meet.

when he doesn’t move after a while, you deem your life to be safe and exhale with ease.

“you’re not asleep.” toji states in a groggy, husky tone. it’s supposed to be a question, but, coming from him it almost sounds like a challenge.

“yes?” you squeak out meekly.

“‘yes?’ you asleep or not?”

“i can’t sleep again.” you murmur against his shirt and he exhales a small sigh. the arm that you’re clinging onto moves to draw small circles on your thigh that rests on toji.

“when’d you notice?” you inquire, glancing down at his large wrists.

“like five minutes ago. nice try, kid.” toji snorts indifferently, chuckling at your behaviour.

when you don’t make an effort to respond, toji’s interest peaks and he lets out a small hum of intrigue when he follows your gaze.

he turns his head, brushing his lips up against your temples.

“see anything interesting down there?”

“as a matter of fact-“

you nestle yourself in between toji’s large and built thighs, digits curling around the waistband of his boxers. he only smirks at you through the dark, cock twitching through the fabric. you notice toji hover his hips up so that you can slide his boxers off for him and you happily oblige.

“-i do.” you chime, licking your lips.

it’s cute, though, if you thought toji was gonna let you handle him like that all by yourself.

as you kiss a trail up his thick shaft, toji yanks ahold fistfuls of your hair before grabbing your face off of his cock.

“who said you could suck my dick? that’s real cute.”

“thinking you actually have a place in my house.”

“i didn’t train you to be such a depraved slut. know your fucking place, because this isn’t it.”

“how many times do i gotta tell you? you don’t belong here. look around. do you see anything that shows a woman lives here? no? that’s because you’re nothing but a fuck doll for me.”

toji hisses out profanities at the gag you spew when he slams your tiny little mouth back down on his dick.

“lose the teeth you imbecile. unless you’re trying to tell me that you can’t suck my dick properly.”

incessant whines and garbled sentences are muffled by toji’s cock. whatever remnants you had of your vision are nothing but a blur as tears stream your cheeks, nose running and sniffles resurface in a repeating pattern over the slick sounds of slurping and gagging. your mouth stretches as far as it can go and the corners of your lips shriek in despair. you can feel the skin there stretch and pull beyond what’s considered normal.

even through all that, you manage to glance up at toji through your water logged lashes. you’ll be a good girl for him. you need to be.

“fuuuck. that’s a pretty sight.” he grumbles and a deep chuckle resonates through his chest. within a few moments, toji fumbles to reach for something.

you can only wince and screw your eyes at the suddenly blinding flash of a light in front of you. one can only assume he’s taken a photo of you in your humiliating state.

you can feel the fear settle into your veins when that telltale ping of a message being sent vibrates throughout the room. if you were to listen hard enough, you could hear a notification go off in the next room over.

your throat feels raw, jaw tense and locked open. it’s been a good twenty minutes of toji face fucking you to teach you a valid lesson. it’s all in the will of him wanting to drag this on, savouring every miniscule slurp, whimper or gasp. when his strokes start to feel sloppier than usual, you can’t help but feel relieved.

as you squirm about due to toji shooting hot ropes of his thick cum down your throat, the door softly clicks open.

“megumi. you’re just in time.”

“she’s way more obedient than your mom ever used to be.”

[weatheredleatherhat]

Have a Karl request in mind. Reader’s Karl’s ex and first love, who returns to the village yesrs after leaving. They broke up cause Karl was too busy with work to give the reader the love they needed, so the reader left. Karl’s still hung up on the reader, even years after the breakup and wants to fix things but is scared of being rejected. Now, Karl’s his usual self until he’s told his ex is back in town, getting nervous and quiet. He fixes himself up in case he were to bump into the Reader at any point. He practices his apologies in the empty church, and it gets the Lords tired of his moping. They make a plan to have the unsuspecting reader to go to the church while Karl’s alone, but Karl stops talking after hearing the reader’s voice. He relives all their moments in the relationship, and ends up having a breakdown before he can even apologize. They talk, being fully honest with each other and they give things a second try.

((Hey anon! This one is so sweet and pure aaaa <3 So I changed it a little, since in my head, ain’t nobody leaving that damn village, so instead they went to the most opposite side of the border to work there, as well as the Lords probably not giving too much of a shit about Heis to want him happy. Gives it that little extra angst because so close, yet so far while being utterly alone with it, y’know? Anyway, first bit of writing for a little while; hope it’s okay for you!! And thank you for being so damn patient! Y’all deserve a medal lmao <3))

Three winters since his Buttercup left a note on his pillow, declaring that they were leaving him. From what little he read, they’d cited his constant work and the neglect from his end to the relationship to be a deciding factor. Though he’d only read it once, he could still see the last sentence so clearly.

I’m sorry, but I have to do this. Please don’t come looking for me.

Of course, he’d ignored it, and had found them working at Otto’s saw mill on the opposite side of the village. At first, he was going to confront them. Beg for forgiveness, plead for their return. Fuck, he’d carry them back kicking and screaming if it came to it. But seeing how broken they looked as they carried lumber to the piles just outside, knowing that he’d caused that shattered look in their eyes… He couldn’t face them. For all his bravado and arrogance, underneath it all he felt like a lost little boy again, desperate for love and approval that he knew he’d probably never get. He’d fucked up, and no matter how much he tried to fix it, it’d never be the same again. Like a shattered mirror glued back together; cracks still visible and reflecting his failures back at him.

And so he’d left them to their new life. With no idea if he’d ever see them again.

He’d remembered the day he last saw them three winters ago like it was yesterday. It was all that he could think about, since the anniversary of it was only a few years ago. Normally, he would be in his living quarters back at the factory, chain smoking cigars and drinking himself into the closest to a stupor that he could get. But no, Miranda just had to have another fucking meeting about some bullshit he didn’t even care about.

“Honestly, I don’t see what the issue is.” Alcina’s voice was normally grating, but right now it was nigh on insufferable. It took biting down hard on the end of his cigar to keep from telling her to stick her opinions right up her fat ass. As he looked over towards her seat, he could see the sneer that pulled her lip upwards, eyes narrowed, directed right towards him. A look of pure frustration, and it made him a little smug to know he’d caused it.

“What issue?” he drawled, stoking the flames of her ire even further once he admitted that he wasn’t even paying attention to her.

“About increasing the security around the perimeter of your factory, you damned idiot!” she fired back, now sitting forward in her seat and pointing the lit end of her cigarette holder at him. “If you remember correctly, it was about this time a few years ago your little pet escaped, was it not?”

Flames of rage ignited in his chest at the mention of his lost love. Alcina had found out one way or another, probably from one of her little snitching maids. But ever since she had caught wind of it, occasionally when she needed the upper hand in an argument, the fact that he’d been dumped would be thrown back in his face. At first, he was petrified that Miranda would ask questions. But being the favourite son had it’s perks, though he was loathed to admit it. Truth was, he could have a fucking harem of villagers in his factory and she wouldn’t give much of a shit, as long as research still got done. One villager wasn’t much of a concern to her. But still, he worried for their safety. Yet another reason why he hadn’t talked to them for so long. As long as he acted like it was a fling, that joke of a ‘mother’ would probably keep her beaked nose out of his affairs.

“Watch your fucking tongue,” he snarled in a low tone, teeth exposed behind thin lips as the metalwork in the abandoned church began to vibrate. “Best not speak about affairs you don’t know about, dear sister. Before your own dirty laundry gets aired.”

He’d spoken the word ‘sister’ with as much derision as he could muster. Of course he knew about her dirty little secrets. He’d had her castle bugged years ago to get it. But he wanted to keep the cards he had close for now. Just the threat was usually enough to get her off his ass. And for now, it seemed to work. Though she tried to hide it, a quick flash of anxiety shot through her features, though she covered it up well. Yeah, worked like a charm.

Alcina tried to speak, though it was Miranda who cut her off.

“Enough, my children,” came her voice from his right, silencing Alcina’s tongue before she could utter a single syllable. “Heisenberg, I want you to check your fences as soon as you can. I don’t want to hear of an escape. Is that understood?”

Though she had a calmness to her voice, almost a motherly tone when she spoke to him, he could see right through it. And the fact that he had to stomach her bullshit and pretend to drink the Kool-Aid still made his stomach turn. Tipping his hat towards her, he bowed his head in a sign of respect that he fought to feign.

“Yes, Mother Miranda,” he answered, keeping his voice neutral. God, how he hated her.

“Then it’s settled. Unless there is no other business, I call this meeting adjourned.”

With a flurry of black feathers, her figure disappeared, leaving nothing in her wake but the wails of Moreau as he mourned the loss of his Mother for another month. Crushing the remnant of his cigar under his heel, he lit another one as he waited for his false siblings and lycans alike to disappear, leaving him alone in the silence and the closest to serenity he could find in his surroundings of the church. The way that the snowfalls came in through the hole in the roof, leaving a small mound by the steps of the altar. How quiet it was, when usually he was constantly surrounded by the grindings of machinery. It was the only place that he could truly let himself think about things other than work and the charade of pretending to be the perfect, submissive son.

Where he could think of his Buttercup.

What would he even say to them? It had been too long to try and talk to them, surely. Maybe they thought that he just didn’t care. By God, he wish he didn’t care. How much heartbreak he could save, if it was only a one night stand. Perhaps then, he could stop his hand trying to feel for them on their side of the bed when he was half asleep. Perhaps then, he could finally throw away their things that were still in the same place as the day they left, just in case they’d come back and need them. Perhaps then, he would stop feeling the urge to break down whenever he thought of their smile, and how it would take over their whole face in a glow whenever they were happy.

What would he even say?

“I’m so sorry, Buttercup.” He didn’t realise he’d said it aloud at first. It shocked him into silence for a few moments. But he realised that there was a sort of power, releasing all he held in. Maybe the liquor from his flask was getting to him, but he didn’t care. He needed more release. He needed to say the words.

“I should have come looking for you again.”

There it was. More feelings of a slight content, that he ached to have more of. A slight knocking sound pulled him straight out of the trance-like state he was in, making him focus on whatever it was. It sounded like something metallic being nudged by a foot, once he thought for a second about it, and feeling out with his powers yielded the faint electrical pulse of heartbeat, growing faster and faster as he stood up to look towards the intrusion. Though he couldn’t control humans, he could certainly sense them. And he could control his hammer, which he called into his grasp and held above his head, ready to smite whoever dared come into this church.

“I can hear you,” he called out, making sure to drip venom in his voice as he said it. “Show yourself.”

He could only make out a figure in the shadows, at first. Smaller than him, and quivering. The form took a few tentative steps into the light, causing all thoughts he had to come to a jarring halt once he saw the eyes that were all too familiar come into view.

The eyes that he dreamed about. The eyes he yearned for, now brimming with tears and so full of hurt.

He heard his name being called. Not his surname, like was so used to hearing. But his first name. Karl. The name that was only ever uttered by one person alive, and the person that his heart ached to hear speak again. Hammer dropped to the floor, he took in the sight of his Buttercup, now they were clear in the candlelight. Their clothes were more tattered than he had previously seen, probably thanks to hard work at the mill. They were looking a little more gaunt and pallid than the last time he’d seen them; the same complexion as other villagers. Nothing a few good meals and some love and care couldn’t fix.

The next sound that rang in his ears was the loud crash of his hammer as it dropped from his grasp, smashing the floor upon impact. He tried to speak, to say how sorry he was, but so many memories flashed before his eyes, rendering him unable to say the words. When he would pick them up and spin them around when they were least expecting him to, causing them to erupt into giggles that was like a balm to his broken heart. Slow dancing with them in the kitchen as they waited for dinner to cook, him quietly crooning the words into their ear. The little blush that would spread across their nose and cheeks in the cold weather on their walks, holding hands so he could catch them when they inevitably slipped on the eyes. Inconsequential fragments of time that culminated into a storybook of adoration and hope for the future.

Fragments of time that finally burst the dam of indifference that he’d so strongly built around his heart to keep in the strong emotions of regret and grief.

His Buttercup rushed towards him, throwing their arms around his neck and holding on tight as he felt their thumb brush against the nap of his neck; a soothing motion that God, he’d missed so much. His arms coiled around them, holding them in a crushing embrace due to the fear that none of this was actually real. That they’d disappear in a cloud of black smoke. But no, they still smelled just like he remembered, underneath the scent of sawdust and hearth smoke. They still had a familiar warmth, and they still fit perfectly in his embrace.

“Did you mean it?” they asked in a whisper, right by his ear.

“Mean what?” was his reply, punctuated with kisses to their temple as he filled his lungs with their scent.

“That you were sorry… That you wanted to come looking for me.”

He couldn’t help his small laugh as he held them that little bit tighter, resting his forehead on the crown of their head. “Buttercup, I meant every word. I’d come looking for you at the ends of the Earth if I needed to.” His voice cracked as he spoke, and he tried to clear his throat as he forced away his tears.

The comforting silence eventually broke as they hiccupped a sob into his chest. “I’m sorry too. For leaving. I… I couldn’t…”

He shushed them gently, lifting his head and bringing a hand under their chin to tilt their head back to look at him. He smiled softly at them over his shades, a gloved thumb running under their eye to sweep away the tears. “None of that,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to the tip of their nose. “Time for that later. Let me bring you home, okay? I can get you a hot meal and a bath. We can talk later.”

A small laugh escaped their lips, and the smile that he yearned to see took over their features. “You saying I stink?” they asked with a slightly raised eyebrow, eyes shimmering.

“Only a little,” he chuckled, stroking the backs of his fingers against their cheek. “So what d’ya say? Come home?”

Their features creased with thought for a few seconds, causing his heart to stop beating for that duration. Finally, they nodded, and he could breathe again.

“Sure. I’ll stay for the night.”

That was enough for him. Finally letting them go, he took their hand in his as they started to make their way back to the factory. He knew that hard conversations would have to be held. He’d have to really work at this relationship, to make sure that mistakes that he made wouldn’t happen again. But it was workable. He could fix this.

He needed to.

[alstroemeriadissonance]

HELLO QUEEN hope you’re all well and safe!! before i proceed with my shameless ask i just wanna say I AM SO IN LOVE w/ the ingrid threesome fic (extreme blushing) uGH also the one with aaron got me 🥵😳 aaaaa thank you for the delicious food!!

so uh anyway hehe for my shameless ask... marius being obssessed with vyn's beauty mark that he just cant stop kissing it every now and then aaaa and vyn secretly loving mariusÀ' obsession over his... mole. ok or what if a jealous marius bc other men keep on flirting w/ vyn OKAY BUT FOR SORRY TOO MANY ASKS THIS IS THE LAST ONE I PROMISE :D

[patiently waiting for the next vynmarius content ilysm ilysm]

Marks (NSFW)

VynMarius

Wherein Marius is driven mad by Vyn's usually-hidden beauty mark. Things happen as a result.

Wet shirt doctor happens once again, this time deliberately

Marius was an early-riser. 

Were it not for his duties as a stand-in for his brother–currently missing–this fact would have enabled him to enjoy the wonderful quietude of the early morning hours, something that would have benefited his creative output. 

Instead, the beauty of dewy mornings were withheld from him as he would lose himself into the flurry of duties and responsibilities as Marius von Hagen, which started from the very moment he inhaled his very first waking breath in the morning, and last until he finally closed his eyes to slumber.

Except for today. Marius opened his eyes not in his own bedroom, but in someone else's. This time, instead of the usual sterile quiet of his bedroom, what greeted his slowly waking senses were the chirping of birds, the scant sunlight that slipped through the thin gaps between panels of blackout curtains…and the soft snoring of his lover, slumbering beside him.

The fragrance of his lover, the arousing yet soft mixture of flowers and musk stirred certain things inside the young artist. 

Marius swept his eyes over the slumbering form of his childhood friend, tutor, and lover: Vyn, whose moonlight hair spilled onto his dark green pillow, long silver lashes fluttering ever so slightly at every rising and falling of his chest in slow, steady breathing.

His fair skin, bared with the undoing of his silk sleeping robe, undoubtedly by his tossing and turning in bed.

Vyn was practically naked next to him: he laid on his back, body prone; and aside from the silk robe that had long slid off his body, his blankets had also been kicked off to the foot of the bed, leaving his entire body naked and defenseless.

Marius gulped. Not that he hadn’t seen the man without his clothes on; they have made love so many times now, and Marius had certainly had indulged himself so much in Vyn’s beautiful nudity that he could paint his lover’s magnificent form even in dreams; but never had he seen Vyn both naked and vulnerable, at the same time.

Vulnerable. 

With utmost care not to wake up his Sleeping Beauty, Marius rolled onto his side to better face his lover, and probably spend this rare peaceful morning watching him sleep until he finally woke up.

Then he notices it. That thing about Vyn that gets him slightly off-kilter whenever he sees it. Marius grins as he leans forward, lips hovering over Vyn’s right collarbone. His warm breath fanned Vyn’s cool skin; carefully he pressed his lips quite reverently onto his lover’s beauty mark.

That secret beauty mark, always hidden within Vyn’s multiple layers of clothing. Marius himself never knew about this particular mole that sat right near the center of Vyn’s right collarbone, not until one of those very rare moments he had seen the man topless. 

Ever since then that particular beauty mark came to possess a certain element of tantalizing taboo, reinforced by the fact that he mostly only ever saw it whenever they made love to each other. Vyn wasn’t the type to casually shed clothing nor wear anything that exposed skin below his neck; the man was that guarded.

Lips smiling against Vyn’s cool skin that gradually warmed by his touch, Marius once again kissed that beauty mark–nothing but a cluster of pigment underneath the skin, yet bore so much secret meaning for him–and let his lips linger onto that silken patch of skin. 

If only mornings were always like this. The prevailing artist in Marius knew that most of the beauty of these sorts of trysts came from their fleeting, ephemeral nature; yet that did not change the fact that he wanted their time together, their shared sanctuary, to never end…

Vyn stirred. Marius did not pay mind; instead he dared to let his tongue taste his lover’s skin; the beauty mark. The wet muscle lapped at that patch over the collarbone, the tongue-tip drawing smaller and smaller circles directly over the mole. 

Vyn’s student knew he would not see this tiny forbidden marking the moment they get dressed for the day, and for several days thereafter until their next meeting, and so Marius endeavored to make the most out of their remaining time in bed enjoying it as much as he could.

“If you do not quit that, Marius, I will knee you in the gut,” came Vyn’s sleep-heavy, raspy voice. “It tickles me.”

A short burst of laughter escaped Marius’s lips. “Can’t help it. Your mark is really sexy.”

“I still do not understand why it catches your attention so much,” Vyn groaned as he shifted on the bedsheets. “It is but a mere mole.” His hands felt around for his blankets, only to find they were well out of his grasp, and he was too sleep-addled to sit up and reach for the sheets that he kicked off in his sleep. 

That, and his student was holding him down on the bed obsessing over a cluster of melanocytes like an idiot. 

“I am cold. Let me get the blanket. Or fetch the blanket for me, please.”

“Ehhh, am I not warm enough for you?” Marius pulled away from Vyn’s clavicle, pouting. “I can be your blanket.”

“I want to sleep, Marius.” came Vyn’s irritated murmur, the doctor still bogged down with drowsiness. “Leave me be. This will be the last time I entertain you in my bedroom.” Frowning, Vyn shifted on the sheets, his back now facing his student. 

“Aww. Don’t be like that,” Marius simpered, like a puppy begging for attention. “Here,” he threw an arm around Vyn’s waist, spooning him from behind. He took care to maximize skin-to skin contact, melding his form to Vyn’s slightly curled position. “There, comfy yeah?”

Even Vyn could not deny that the taller man spooning him felt nice and warm. “Mm,” was the only sound that came from him.

The next couple of hours flowed, fluid-like, with both men drifting in and out of sleep, tossing and turning on the bed. Kisses were shared and kisses were taken in between bouts of slumber. 

Time solidified, eventually, when Marius noticed Vyn’s morning glory poking against his thigh. 

Might as well. Marius spat on his palm, then grasped Vyn’s cock as he leaned forward, once again nibbling on Vyn’s beauty mark with his lips. Slowly, Marius with his spit-slickened hand started to jack his tutor off; his own stirring arousal neglected for now.

For now, all Marius wanted to do is to enjoy Vyn as much as he could.

Vyn’s eyes remained closed, yet a soft blush started to suffuse his cheeks and his breathing became shallow. His cock stiffened even more under Marius’s ministrations; eventually a moan slipped through his delectable, kissable lips and his golden eyes opened a smidgen.

“Marius…how dare you…” Yet Vyn made no move to stop his student, instead pushing him away from his collarbone just so he could claim his lips in a kiss. “Ah–please do not stop.”

Marius laughed into Vyn’s mouth. “Make up your mind, will you?” then once again leaned down to lazily lap up at Vyn’s beauty mark as he kept on masturbating his tutor. “As if it matters, hah.”

“Why are you so preoccupied about that–hahh–spot?” Vyn groaned, Marius’s hand working him into a slow-burning frenzy. “You have been–ah, fuck–doing that all morning.”

Smiling impishly Marius latched his lips over the beauty mark, and started sucking steadily onto the patch of skin. By the time he was done a deep red-violet mark had bloomed directly over the mole, as if blotting it out.

“It just drives me crazy,” Marius whispered as he beheld his small work of art, painted directly onto the canvas that was Vyn’s previously pristine fair skin. “Having something on you that only I can see just makes me feel things, you know?”

Vyn’s eyes snapped fully open. “Did you just give me a hickey?” He hissed as he realized what his student had done. “You dare–” Within a few seconds he was now straddling Marius on his stomach, hands pinning the younger man’s arms to the bed with an iron grip. “You have no right to mark me,” Vyn hissed. He would have pulled at Marius’s collar right now, if Marius was wearing anything in the first place; all the younger had on his person was a pair of lounge pants, and he was topless.

“Well, uh, yeah if you say so,” Marius drawled, unfazed. “Still doesn’t change the fact that your dick is hard. For me, that is.” He licked his lips. “So–”

Vyn tsk-ed. He slid his hips up to ride Marius’s chest and grabbed a fistful of his student’s dark hair, pulling Marius’s head close to his hard cock. “Suck me off,” came his command, imperious.

“Oh fuck,” Marius groaned, incredibly turned on. “Yes, Professor Richter.” He let his tutor shove his cock deep into his mouth, hitting the back of his throat until involuntary tears rolled down his cheeks. 

“Yess. Just like that. Hahh, yes–” Vyn sighed. It was all too easy to relish the feel of his student’s tongue swirling around his tip. Then his voice gained an edge. “If only you were this diligent with your studies,” he said as he licked his lips, watching with an impassive gaze as Marius took most of his cock into his mouth, sucking in earnest.

The student lets the snark slide; Vyn throwing snide comments here and there was par for the course before their relationship turned sexual and would remain to be so. Not that he actually dislikes the barb-laden interaction; for Marius all kinds of attention, as long as it came from Vyn, was good attention. And so he returned Vyn’s snark by massaging his tutor’s cock with the flat of his tongue; he peeks at Vyn’s face through his lashes and found himself grinning–or what semblance of grin was possible with a dick in between his lips–upon seeing Vyn throw his head back, giving himself into waves upon waves of pleasure.

Then he removes his mouth from Vyn’s painfully stiff cock just long enough to say, “Admit it. You really don’t mind me marking you.” A long, languorous lick just right where the cockhead met the shaft. “You’re just looking for reasons to be pissy at me, Vyn.” A chaste kiss at the slit. Then Marius once again slips Vyn’s dick into his mouth, resuming his heavenly worship of his lover’s dick with his relentless tonguing and sucking.

His earnest efforts eventually sent Vyn shuddering on top of him. “That’s enough for now, Marius,” Vyn whispered, gritting his teeth as he quite regretfully pulled out from the other man’s mouth. “Not yet,” he said as he adjusted his position over Marius, now straddling his student’s thighs. 

The student’s own hard on was all-too obvious from within the soft fabric of his lounge pants; Vyn slipped his hand underneath the pant’s garter to free Marius’s now-weeping cock, tip moistened with precum. He let his thumb idly stroke the shaft, and Vyn enjoyed the resulting moans from the younger man almost writhing underneath him.

“Hahh–Vyn, god that feels so…” Marius moaned out loud, driving his head deeper into the pillows.

With their painfully hard cocks now dangerously close to each other, it was now possible to take both of them together in one hand, and that was what Vyn exactly did. 

“How badly do you want to come in my hand?” came his question as his long fingers wrapped around both cocks, his hand not yet moving.

No doubt Vyn intended for his words to be laced with a sharp edge, yet with the way his breath hitched, voice wavering, he sounded deliciously needy. 

“Professor Richter,” Marius began, incredibly aroused; “How badly? Fuck,” he gulped, eyes never leaving the utterly erotic sight of their glistening cocks both gathered in Vyn’s long, slender fingers; and of Vyn’s lust-heavy face tinged pink with a sex flush, lips slightly parted. “You can tell me that you’d fail me in all our subjects if I give in and shoot my load,” Marius licked his lips. “But I will still jizz all over your hand anyway.”

“I pity your father,” Vyn remarked at this, then his hand started moving. Slowly at first, but enough to send both men sighing in relief and utter gratification with how their dicks rubbed against each other. His pumping gradually picked up speed; Marius’s fingers dug deeply into the sheets as he almost lost control over himself. 

“Shit, Vyn,” Marius hissed. “That’s–ah–”

“I am disappointed that you cannot string coherent words together, Marius,” Vyn said, yet his breathing hitched a little, his fast, shallow breathing audible. “What?” he said as his hand did not let up his pumping; instead he adjusted his hold just enough to allow his thumb to massage the underside of his student’s cock as he jacked them off.

“Ah crap, I’m going to c–” Marius unfortunately did not get to complete his words yet again before he came; his hot white fluid splattered against Vyn’s stomach, trickling down all over the tutor’s fingers. “...come.”

Muttering a string of curses under his breath, Vyn then followed the tail end of his student’s orgasm with his own climax, his own thick fluid spilling all over Marius’s abdomen in hot white ropes.

“Hahh–passable,” was all he said as he collapsed on top of Marius, spent.

“Just passable? What standards are we grading our performance against? Because that was pretty hot to me,” Marius muttered as he gathered Vyn in his arms, letting the tutor’s face nestle in his neck. “Anyway, will we meet here again next week? 

“You are no longer welcome here in my bedroom,” Vyn muttered, face still buried in Marius’s neck. “I will drop by your place on Saturday next week.”

“Aww, surely you can’t be that upset over a hickey,” Marius whined. “You don’t even show that bit of skin! No one’s gonna see it anyway.” His chest sank as he sighed melodramatically. “I’ll miss this place. It’s so nice and comfy and smells of Vyn Richter…”

“You will get your just deserts, little von Hagen,” Vyn murmured sleepily as he draped an arm across Marius’s chest, getting a little bit too comfortable for someone casually tossing threats. “Ah–just you wait.”

A light snoring could be heard from Vyn, having gone out like a light in Marius’s arms.

“...I love you too, Vyn,” said a slightly wistful voice into the renewed silence of the bedroom.

===

Saturday came, and Marius threw open the door leading to his private study like a puppy eagerly awaiting for the arrival of his master.

“Vy–” his words died in his throat as soon as he saw the man who just entered the door.

It was still Vyn, still the man who was Marius’s guilty pleasure, still the man whose poker-faced expression gave everything and nothing away at the same time; the one who always dropped by with a bag full of books that almost never got used anyway, not ever since they started seeing each other in that manner.

Yet there was something fundamentally different, something that was very obvious to anyone who saw Vyn on a regular basis. 

His clothing.

Instead of his usual layers that covered everything from his neck downwards the Vyn who greeted Marius tonight was wearing a white long-sleeved cotton shirt, with nary a jacket nor a cardigan; just a thin cotton shirt whose long sleeves covered enough skin to pass itself off as something that came from Vyn’s usual wardrobe. 

All things considered there was nothing really remarkable at what Vyn wore tonight; it was merely an ordinary shirt-and-jeans ensemble.

But the thin cotton shirt itself wasn’t what bothered Marius. Instead, Vyn’s shirt sported a boat-style neckline, which bared his collarbone including the beauty mark that Vyn knew made Marius go crazy.

“Um. Vyn?” Marius said, rooted on the spot. “That’s…uh. Quite a new look on you.” His eyes never left Vyn’s beauty mark, surrounded by a very faint shadow of what used to be the hickey he gave him, almost completely faded into obscurity.

Vyn looked at him, innocently. “Why thank you, Marius.” Then, “Where should I put my things?”

“Um. Table to the left?”

“Excuse me, then.” Vyn casually loped his way to the indicated table, then–positioning himself so his front is in his student’s full view–he slowly and deliberately took his books out of his tote bag and placed them one by one onto the smooth mahogany surface. There were around ten books; the display was so tantalizingly and excruciatingly long Marius could not help but take it as Vyn’s way of teasing him.

The entire act probably took around three or so minutes, yet for Marius that was three minutes too long. “Vyn?” Marius took a deep breath. “What are you trying to do?”

“Whatever are you talking about?” Vyn asked, raising a delicate silver brow. “I hope you did not forget the essay test I told you about a few days ago.”

“Wait, wait,” Marius raised his hands, stopping Vyn from continuing whatever he was going to say. “You were serious about giving me an essay examination? Tonight?”

“Yes.” Vyn crossed his arms, brows furrowed. “Do not tell me you did not do your readings. I will not take any excuses for you to skip the essay exam.”

“But! We never had to do quizzes! This is strictly tutoring, Vyn! You’re not supposed to–”

“Your grades are flagging, Marius, this essay exam is your remediation,” Vyn cut in. “Need I remind you that if this goes on, I will terminate this arrangement? I refuse to render service that will not bear fruit in the long run. I have other things that I need to do.”

Marius’s mouth merely gaped open, words suddenly having left him. 

Vyn then took a quick glance at his wristwatch. “You have five minutes to get ready, Marius. Feel free to use either paper or your tablet; as long as I get your essay the format matters not.” He seated himself by the table, and motioned for Marius to take the chair opposite his.

Grumbling the rest of his misgivings under his breath, Marius grabbed his pad of paper and fineliner pen from a nearby pile of haphazardly arranged art supplies, and settled into the chair Vyn wanted him to take, presumably for him to catch any attempts to cheat by looking up answers in the internet.

“I want you to write, in your own words, your understanding of the inverse U-Shape hypothesis in visual art,” Vyn said as he took out his tablet that he uses for research work. “You have exactly an hour starting…now.”

It was already useless to voice out his complaints; Marius did do his reading homework, and he could deliver the essay with minimal trouble; most of his grievance came from the fact that he wanted to spend time with Vyn doing something better than listening to the man drone on and on about concepts in the Psychology of Art. Things like…

Marius’s eyes shifted from his still-blank sheet of paper to the man seated directly in front of him; specifically, his bared neckline. There it was, that delectable dot that was, until now, usually hidden from view. 

Before long, the student’s thoughts started to wander, mostly from that time last week where he lost control and just had to give Vyn a hickey, getting himself permanently kicked out of his tutor’s bedroom–or maybe until the tutor had forgotten all about the incident. The bit where he jacked the both of us off, too…

“Marius.” Vyn interrupted his sweet, sweet daydreams. “Fifteen minutes have already elapsed. I’m not seeing anything on your paper yet.”

Marius tsk-ed. “Vyn, surely you know no one likes a micromanager? Let me be, I’m thinking about what to write. You’ll see.” 

“I did not know thinking up of hypotheses makes you grinning like a halfwit, but as long as you can give me a satisfactory output I suppose the means matter not,” Vyn said, pursing his lips. “I shall keep to myself then.”

Ah fuck, Marius you goddamn idiot, he cursed himself inwardly. Now you’re not getting any ASMR treatment for the rest of the day.

Soon enough Marius gathered enough mental willpower to set aside his delicious daydreams of his time with Vyn last week, and of what he wanted to do as soon as he turned in his essay. The sooner he could set the annoying essay aside the better, yet Marius had to keep in mind that this was for a remedial that Vyn had so graciously allowed him so he can hike his grades up without the preferential treatment becoming too obvious. 

That, and Vyn was not the type to give preferential treatment anyway; hence the need for a remedial in the first place.

His fineliner pen flew across the paper, producing lines upon lines of handwritten text as Marius seriously put effort into the exercise. His thoughts on paper came out slightly disjointed in the first few paragraphs, yet he finally managed to find his rhythm and the words effortlessly flowed from his brain to his fingers.

He was three-fourths into his paper when Vyn reached for the bucket that sat on the other end of the table, which contained various cold drinks ready to be consumed whenever either of them needed to slake their thirst; or in Vyn’s case to relax his throat after hours of talking high concepts. 

His long, slender fingers picked out a bottle of carbonated plain water; the screw top hissing as he twisted it open.

Marius was not paying attention to Vyn’s mundane act of consuming a beverage, intent on finishing his essay as soon as possible, until the older man said “Oh, clumsy me,” and the faint splashing of water could be heard.

The student looked up from his paper, and inwardly gasped at the sight that greeted him: The front of Vyn’s white shirt was drenched in water, rendering it almost transparent; transparent enough for him to see his faint nipples showing through the fabric of the wet shirt.

Vyn was giving him the wet shirt treatment.

“Vyn,” Marius rasped out. “Please tell me you are not doing this on purpose. You aren’t doing this on purpose.”

“Ten more minutes, Marius,” was all Vyn said, before he stripped off his shirt and hung it by the backrest of the unoccupied seat beside him. 

Baring his upper body for Marius’s…pleasure. Or torture, depending on his desperate the younger man was on keeping Vyn as his private tutor.

“Vyn. You are fucking doing this on purpose.”

“Nine more minutes. Remember that this will contribute 30% towards your final grade,” Vyn said as he planted an elbow, resting his chin on his palm and looking coolly at his student. “If you indeed read about the topic, then you should be able to easily get full marks and improve your final grade,” he said, as if he was not topless and preening in front of Marius. “Are you not glad? Normally I would leave things be if a student did not display any amount of enthusiasm to my lectures and lessons.”

A hint of a cruel smile ghosted Vyn’s pretty lips.

“Fucking. Hell,” Marius muttered as he wrested his gaze away from the delicious sight that was Dr. Vyn Richter, topless, and furiously continued on writing his essay. He knew this essay mattered, Vyn did not deliver empty threats, and so he struggled to write actual words instead of just drawing literal squiggly lines onto the rest of the paper just so he could be done with it.

“DONE!” Marius ended up with a sheet and a half’s worth of essay, tearing the paper from its pad and submitting it to Vyn’s cursory checking. 

“Hmm,” Vyn murmured as he gave both sheets a once-over, then gave Marius a withering look. “Passable, but I honestly expected more from you, Marius,” he said as he neatly folded the paper and slipped it into a folder inside his satchel bag. “Now, as we are behind sche–mmph–”

Marius, driven mad by the delicious sight of his tutor after a solid week of pining for their next meeting, lunged across the table to grab Vyn’s face, kissing him fully on the lips. “No, no, we aren’t behind schedule, Vyn,” Marius whispered in between loud, wet kisses. “Mm. I checked. You fucker, you think I wouldn’t notice our accelerated curriculum schedule?” His hands slid onto his tutor’s bare chest, thumbs teasing Vyn’s nipples to hardness.

“Hahh–and here I was thinking you don't even care enough to check,” Vyn murmured as he allowed his student’s hands to roam his bare skin. “Pushing your limits is what I intend to do, Marius.” He let out a moan as Marius nipped at his neck. “I wanted to see if I could have you finish on an accelerated schedule to allow yourself more time to–ahh–”

Marius unceremoniously pushed away the papers, books, tablets and other items off the table with the exception of the bucket of beverages–he had a good idea for those–and climbed the table, pulling Vyn up to join him. “Because of your little ploy I actually got scared,” he huffed as he assaulted the older man with hungry kisses. “I’ll take my reward now, if you don’t mind.”

Vyn found himself being pushed down onto the table’s cold, hard surface, his student studying his bare skin with his lips and tongue. “There was no such talk of reward, Marius. Whatever–”

“Shut up, Vyn,” Marius hissed, the momentum of his arousal not letting himself stop. “You wanted this. Which is why you’re toying with me. Now,” his lips found purchase once again on Vyn’s beauty mark, languidly tonguing it as he fumbled in his back pocket to retrieve a certain item.

A tube of lubricant.

“I’ll enjoy you. And more. Hope you don’t mind, Professor Richter,” Marius whispered, lips still caressing that unassuming cluster of melanocytes. “You knew what you were getting into.”

Vyn laughed, then moaned, and that was all Marius needed to hear to confirm that he was right on point.