#time to re-up on brushes too omg

[autoneurotic]

my family is cute and funny. my dad got my a quarter of Very Good Weed for my birthday <3

[r0-boat]

OmG thanks so much for all the delicious stuff you wrote ❤️❤️❤️ Wonder if you can write sth about somnophilia, like one night the WHB kings are horny and their s.o is deep in sleep 👀

Again thank you for the smut, I re-read it multiple times already 😋

Sure! Thank you so much for liking my writing! I really like writing for these demons.

Whb Kings Somnophila

Cw: dubcon (s/o is asleep and does not say yes or no to advances.)

the kings are horny, but s/o is sleeping deeply.

Nsfw

Satan

His cock is throbbing in his pants; He wants you so bad but he can't bring himself to wake you up. You look so peaceful, so cute. He's utterly entrenched by your deep slumber your chest going up and down peacefully. So peaceful. His hand drifts toward his cock pulsating against the fabric of his jeans. He doesn't take them off rather slip his hand past the fabric and palm his legs. He shutters at how wrong this feels, but he doesn't care.

He gets in bed with you. His pants are long gone. He brings you against his chest. You're cute flesh thighs pressing against his length. It's not your hole, but it will do for now. Satan knows he if were to wake you, his subordinates would skin him alive, and anyone would kill him to be in his position. Your thighs feel amazing pressed against his cock heal. Remember that the next time when annoying ass Levi or Mammon start bragging about you.

Mammon

He wants to you to lay on top of him; ever since the first meeting were, you slept so peacefully on his chest; he is so desperate for that to happen again. You were so cute, small, and helpless, And he liked it when you used him as a bed. Mammon takes it upon himself to put himself in between the mattress and your body. Where he belongs, underneath you. You stured a little bit in his arms, but once you rested on his chest, he snuggled right into him. Perhaps he liked this a little too much; He smiled from his eyes cock starting to bulge in his pants. Shameless mammon sliding off his pants as he strokes his throbbing length, His other fingers playing with you till you're wet enough for him to slide inside. With your warmth around him and you sleeping peacefully, he was at peace. His dick throbbing inside you has he puts his hand in your hair petting you gently.

Leviathan

After your first unpeaceful day in Hades after being kidnapped You must have felt exhausted. You absolutely refused to sleep in Levi. Ungrateful human! He offered the most secure and comfy place in the castle and you refuse to sleep on the couch?!

Curled up on the couch, You tried to retain warmth. Levi sighs. He didn't want to leave you here; he picked you up into his arms, moving you to a guest room instead. He was glad he saw you before anyone else could. His heart fluttered, knowing he was the only one to see you so sleepy and cute. You are so bratty and mean before, And now look at you. His eyes soften does he brushes your hair out of your face but this fingers tucking it behind your ear. He felt heat going to his cock. Fuck... You look so irresistible. Jealousy begins to bubble, other demons had to see you like this. Jealousy mixes with lust has Levi slips his cock out of his pants He can't help it He wants you so bad and he keeps thinking about the way your hands went around his neck. What have you done to him??

Beelzebub

He spreads your sleepy legs apart. He had been so hungry all day thinking about you for a quick meal but now that I found you sleeping so cute and peacefully. He couldn't help but dive his face in between your legs. Doing consciously grind your hips into his face, He eagerly laps at you deeper.. when you finally begin to wake up you clench around his tongue. Your thighs pressed against your head as your eyes fluttered open to meet wild pools of gold. Beel moans against you. As much as he likes your thighs squeezing his head, he pushes you open so he can have his fingers work you. He wants more when he notices you sleepily staring at him. He smirks. "Good morning, sleeping beauty."

Lucifer

He is pleased to know that you are safe enough with him to fall asleep in his own bed. Though he is a little guilty that You had to wait until you fell asleep in his sheets. He can't help but feel a sense of pride having Solomon's progeny, curious little child of man, in bed, knowing they are so sought after. Another part of him is curious. He had never seen a human sleep so closely. He hopes you don't mind as he lays beside you. As soon as he got beneath the sheets with you, he was getting to move, pressing your ass right up against his crotch instinctively; he wrapped his arms around you, and your back pressed against his chest. Apparently, this is a human sleeping ritual called 'spooning.' The act is innocent but feels inherently sexual since you can feel the curve of your ass pressed against his bulging cock. His breath shakes with his head buried into your hair, inhaling your scent. You can't help but fuck his hips, but not enough to wake you. He wants this moment to last for a little longer.

[beomiracles]

HI SERENE :3 okay so first, love the new theme and i LOVED trocyj. it’s genuinely impressive how insufferable you made yj like u had me taking walks around my room out of frustration 😭😭

and also!! i was hoping to place a request :3 so recently i had this dream where soobin and i worked at an ice cream shop and soobin was my coworker who i was also crushing on 🤭 (not to mention the fact that he looked adorable in the pink uniform). during the dream while we were closing he literally like backed me into a corner amd was about to kiss me.. like lips barely grazing each other.. and then i woke up.

so i was hoping maybe u could reimagine it? pick up where the dream left off? and maybe make it a little spicy 😇 thanks again lovie!!

-⛸️

⌞ 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐃 ⌝

DREAM RECALL the closing shift with your far too handsome coworker leaves an even bigger mess to clean than what you had originally started with.

wc -> 2.7k

pairings coworker!soobin x coworker!reader (afab) warnings unprotected sex + pullout method, some fingering, mutual pining kinda?, kind of perv!soobin but also perv!reader, lots of kissing, big dick soobin + size kink

#serene adds ✎ hehe thank you for liking the theme!! and trocyj omg, I could talk about that fic for days.. I see why everyone's pissed with yj but his character was genuinely so much fun to write >.< I'm also like insanely jealous of your dreams because wtf is this. lend me your mind.

I skimmed this once, let me know if I missed anything !

“Ah, no sorry, I’m afraid we’re out of chocolate..” You apologize as you watch the young girl’s face fall. She turns to her mother with a small pout and you bite your lip as you think of a way to salvage the situation. Just as you’re about to suggest the strawberry or mango flavor instead, your colleague's voice cuts you off. — “I’m sure we have some leftovers in the back”, Soobin chirps as he leans over the disk to peer down at the girl, “would you like me to go check?” Her face immediately brightens up as she nods feverishly and her mom gives him a thankful smile. 

Upon leaning back up, his large hand brushes past your lower back and you feel your breath hitch at the small touch. “Be right back”, he grins before disappearing through the door leading to the large freezer. — Despite having worked together for nearly three months now, you couldn’t help but do a double take whenever you saw that the two of you would be having the next shift together. Nor could you control the way your heart almost beat out of your chest whenever he as much as glanced in your direction. 

It was a hopeless crush that you were not planning on pursuing. Because there was no way that someone like Soobin would even consider someone like you. Not that he had ever mentioned a girlfriend or anything of the sort, or that you had even dared to ask. But you still refused to acknowledge your feelings as anything else besides a small heartthrob. 

Not before long, does he re-emerge from the small storage unit, a package of chocolate ice cream in his hands. You find your gaze lingering on his pink uniform, sleeves rolled up, exposing his forearms, and you bite the inside of your cheek as you follow their movement when he places the box down. — It isn’t until the mother goes to pay that you’re snapped back to reality, stumbling over your words as you squeak out a quiet, $2.35. 

“Here you go”, Soobin smiles as he hands the little girl her cone of ice cream. She giggles as she takes it from him, making a shy comment about him having soft hands. You refuse a small smirk, watching the tip of his ears turn pink as he chuckles. 

⸝⸝

As the last customer leaves an hour later, you walk over to flip the ‘OPEN’ sign to ‘CLOSED’. Somewhere behind you, you can hear Soobin shuffling around as he moves the ice cream from the disk by the front and into the freezer in the back. — You had shared plenty of shifts together, but this would be the first time you closed up just the two of you. Without the bustling noise of customers, the air suddenly felt twice as thick and you swallowed a small gulp before joining him behind the counter. 

Immersing yourself with popping the lid back onto the containers, you think of something to say, something to break the silence lingering between you. “Here let me help you”, he suddenly exclaims and you almost drop the three boxes in your arms, startled by his sudden appearance. If he noticed it, he didn’t make a comment on the matter, flashing you a small grin as he took two of the now sealed containers from your hands. “T-Thanks”, you stammer, trying your hardest not to let your cheeks flare up at the way his fingers brushed over yours. 

"Jesus christ pull yourself together", you mutter as you follow him into the storage room. The cool air in there was refreshing, easily washing off the heat emitting from your flustered body and you exhaled in relief. — You let him go first, watching as he places the ice cream boxes amongst the rest, gaze lingering on the way his forearms flexed as he did. He turns to you with a small grin and you blink a couple of times before springing into action as you walk over to the small corner. 

Your hands feel clammy against the container in your tight grip despite the cold temperature of the room. Thinking that he might leave and allow you a minute to yourself to regain your composure, you take your time as you lock up the small freezer in which the ice creams were kept. But there are no sounds of his retreating footsteps, and you can feel his gaze on you the whole time. 

It isn’t until you turn around that your heart practically leaps out of your chest. Soobin was standing barely three inches from you, his chest near pressing against your own and your eyes widened as they flickered up to meet his. — You knew that he was tall, like really tall, and there was no mistaking his broad shoulders either. You would be lying if you said that you hadn’t fantasized about his large hands a couple of times, not that you would ever admit it out loud, you think you would rather face death itself. 

But when this close, the back of your thighs hitting the cold steel of the freezer behind you, with nowhere to escape, you suddenly felt very small in front of him. He doesn’t say anything, biting the inside of his cheek, Soobin leans closer, so close that you could feel his warm breath hovering above your lips. — What was going on?

His gaze doesn’t stray from yours as he reaches a hand up to your face. Your eyes flutter closed at the sudden invasion of your personal space. Thinking that he might just actually kiss you, your heart almost beats out of your chest, the sound thumping in your ears like that of a heavy bass. But he doesn’t. Instead of grazing your cheek, just like you thought he would, his fingers aim for your hair as he brushes through it. Your eyes reopen, this time in slight confusion as you frown. 

“You had something…in your hair”, he murmurs before letting his hand drop to his side. “O-Oh”, you breathe, running your own fingers through your locks as embarrassment flushes over your cheeks. He takes a step back and you feel your stomach drop, beyond ashamed over your obvious overreaction to the small gesture. — You don’t dare move as you watch him head for the door once more. God he would never want to work with you ever again. 

It isn’t until one of his hands wraps around the handle that he stops. Still unmoving, you shift awkwardly by the freezer as you eye his tall frame, seeing him shake his head as he mutters something under his breath. — Then he turns around, the action so quick that you barely comprehend what’s happening until he’s in front of you again. Except this time he’s all over you, chest pressing against yours, his large hands easily covering the sides of your face as he pulls your lips to his. 

He kisses you roughly, as if he was trying to convey a thousand words with a single move. Gripping on to the freezer, your eyes widen as your mind tries to process what was happening. But he’s quick to pull back, his breathing is labored when does. — “Fuck I’m sorry I… I just”, he cuts himself off with a sharp inhale, taking a small step back as he lets go of your face. “Look I.. I don’t know what came over me I just–”

But you won’t hear any of it. Shaking your head, one of your hands snake around his neck, pulling him back down as you force your mouth onto his again. This time there’s no hesitation from either of you as his hands quickly find your waist. Pushing you further onto the cooler behind you, Soobin wastes no time in squeezing himself between your spread legs. “H-ah, been wanting to do this for so long”, he groans, and you sigh against his lips as his tongue finds yours. 

Wait. Did he just say that he’s been wanting to do this? Then that would imply… All those lingering touches, the small grins, the quick glances.. Your mind was reeling with the newfound information and your hands quickly braced themselves on his shoulders as you pulled back for a short second. — Upon breaking apart from the kiss, Soobin looks at you, a flash of worry striking his features, almost as if he had done something wrong. 

You quickly try to ease his nerves, “I…I’ve been wanting to do this too”, you quietly mumble, biting your lip as the color on your cheeks only rises. His tense face immediately relaxes as he lets out a short sigh of relief. “Oh thank god”, he murmurs, his hands gliding along your thighs as he pushes your pink uniform up. — “Wait”, your fingers around his wrists stop him and his eyes flit to yours with a hint of concern. “We can’t…I mean.. not here”, you whisper, throwing an anxious glance around the small storage room. 

“You locked the entrance, right?” He wonders, head tilted to the side as he studies you intently. Slowly nodding, you’re still not entirely convinced. “Then we’re good, yeah?” He says in a somewhat smug voice, his fingers drawing small circles on the skin between your thighs, creeping higher with each passing second. You consider his words carefully, he did have a point, there were just the two of you here right now, and it was past working hours. 

Oh who were you kidding? You’d had a crush on the guy for nearly three months now and here he was, openly asking for what you had been longing to do for so long. There was no way you’d pass him up. With a short nod you let him reconnect your lips as his fingers quickly move to glide across the already drenched fabric of your panties. You felt him smirk against your mouth as you squirmed beneath him. 

“Fuck, how long have you been this wet for me?” He asks as his hand slips inside your underwear, index and middle finger circling your throbbing clit. You bite back a small whimper as your nails dig into his broad shoulders, tearing his pink uniform under their grasp. “Three months”, you breathe, and you immediately feel his hand stutter against you. “Fuck.” Is all he says before immediately shoving two fingers inside of your aching cunt, “we’d better change that.” 

In one swift motion he wraps your legs around his waist, groaning as your hand trails down his chest to palm and grope him through his jeans. — It felt almost like a fever dream, having the guy you had fantasized about for so long right in front of you, his fingers knuckle-deep into your core as he drew lewd moans from you. 

When he pulls himself free from his pants, you gulp as you take in the size of him. Sure you had expected him to be big, given his height, but this was… He quickly catches on to your hesitation as his lips part, “if you don’t want-” — “It’s fine”, you give him a reassuring smile which he reciprocates before lining himself up, only to be stopped by you once more. 

“Do you have a condom?” 

He freezes, and it doesn’t take a genius to guess his answer. A small silence falls over the two of you, the sounds of your heavy breaths filling the storage unit. Soobin clears his throat, awkwardly readjusting the grip on his cock as his gaze avoids yours. “Maybe we should..” he trails off but you don’t need to hear the rest in order to know what he was thinking. But come on, you had waited three months for this. You couldn’t just let the opportunity slip through your fingers just like that. 

“No, it’s fine. You’ll just pull out, yeah?” 

His eyes snap up to meet yours the second those words leave your lips. “Yeah.” He agrees, his free hand wrapping around your waist as he pulls you closer, the tip of his cock sliding against your folds, nudging your clit in a way that almost made you squeal. “I’ll pull out”, he mumbles, more to himself than you before slowly easing himself inside. 

The stretch was near torturous and your nails practically tore his shirt in half as you braced yourself against him. “You okay?” He sounds almost alarmed but your quick nod makes him relax. — Once fully inside of you, he stays unmoving, littering you in soft kisses, trailing from your jaw down your neck and collarbone. His fingers twist at the small lace, neatly sewed into your pink uniform. “You look so pretty in this”, he sighs against your skin, inhaling the perfume you always used, the one that always seemed to get his mind to wander whenever you were around. 

He moves slowly, his thrusts deliberate as his cock slides against every inch of you and you whine in ecstasy. The dull burn flaring within you was now replaced by an almost addicting sensation. “Fuck, you’ve really got to stop bending over the counter like that, anyone could see up your skirt”, he grunts, snapping his hips against yours, making your eyes roll back as your jaw slacks. 

“R-Really?” You stammer, though you knew exactly what you were doing as you so often would purposefully lean forward enough to where you felt your clothes lift, hoping that he would see. Originally, it had been for your own pleasure, not thinking that Soobin was actually going to pay attention to your subtle movements. But he did, he picked up on every single one of them. 

“Yeah”, he drawls, upping his pace as the hand around your waist pulls you impossibly closer. “God you don’t know how many times I’ve had to jack off in the bathroom to the thought of you.” — “Fuck, is that weird to say?” He wonders, and you shake your head, gasping as his thumb rubs against your clit. “N-Not at all”, you whine, thighs squeezing around his waist as you clenched on his cock, making his breath hitch. 

“Mhn, I.. I do too”, you shyly admit, catching the smirk that etched its way to his face in a mere second as he pressed his lips to yours. “That’s so fucking hot”, he groans into your mouth. The kiss quickly grows sloppy and wet, his thrusts transitioning into uneven and jagged jerks of his hips. — “I won’t forgive myself if I don’t have you cumming on my cock.” He states, pulling your lip between his teeth as he refocuses his attention to his fingers on your clit. 

Up until this point you had thought that this might as well all just have been one big dream. A big prank that your far too imaginative mind was trying to pull on you. But as your orgasm washes over you, your throbbing cunt clenching around Soobin’s cock, undoubtedly buried deep inside of you, you realize that this was most definitely not a dream. His name falls from your lips as your nails cause rippings to the pink fabric of his work uniform. Somewhere in the background you can hear him uttering small words of praise, the sound is muffled by the feeling of euphoria coursing through you like electric shockwaves. 

With a small hiss, he pulls out, and your hand reaches for him before you have the chance to think twice. Wanting, no needing, to feel him between your fingers, your fingers that barely manage to wrap around his cock. You pay the wicked smirk on his face no mind as you stroke him to his high, letting him soil your work attire without as much as a second thought. Hot liquid landing on both your hand and stomach as Soobin groans into the juncture of your neck. 

Once you’ve both regained your composure, he pulls back to look at you. From his dazed expression to the way his blonde hair stuck to his forehead, or his wet lips as they stretched into a grin, you found him to be more handsome than ever. — His gaze drops to your lips before flitting back up to your eyes, the tip of his ears turning pink as he clears his throat. 

“So uh, think I can get your number?”

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[milliesfishes]

Hope you are having a GREAT DAY. Re read your fics multiple times omg. My ideas for requests would be either your take on a verbal fight happening with Billy and then the groveling and making up that comes after

Or reader witnessing Billy getting having to be violent and him worried that they’ll be scared of him now 😭😭😭😭

thank you so much bb love u 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓫𝓲𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓪 𝓯𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝓯𝓮𝓶 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝔁 𝓫𝓲𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓴𝓲𝓭

Your breathing was heavy, your hair tangled and skin sweaty as the waves of euphoria crashed over you. Tilting your head back, your arm fell over your head, breasts heaving. Billy, who'd been holding himself above you with his forearms, let himself collapse into you, his head resting on your chest.

He was sweaty too, and when he lifted his head, you saw some of his curls were stuck to his forehead. Billy smiled tiredly, taking your free hand and kissing the fingers. Then he rolled off of you, still lying on his side and facing you. Your eyes were fixed on the ceiling, but you could feel his on you.

Billy's arm found its way over you, thumb running up and down a little patch of skin. It was soothing, and you closed your eyes briefly, your heart still pounding.

His eyebrow quirked. Usually, you were so cuddly after sex. But today you were quiet, pulling the sheet up to cover your chest, one arm still flung above your head.

Settling in beside you, he kissed your shoulder, nudging his chin there. "You okay baby?"

Nodding, your eyes didn't leave the ceiling.

Billy sat up on his side, leaning on one arm and looking down at you, frowning. "Are ya sure?"

"I'm fine," you insisted, your hand fisting the sheet over your chest.

He reluctantly relented, despite knowing you weren't being truthful. Billy laid back down beside you, sliding his arm under your body and pulling you closer. Your position remained, keeping your arm where it was and your hand holding the sheet. He propped his chin up on your shoulder, exhaling softly, seeming to decide on telling you something.

"I've gotta leave again in the mornin'," he mumbled, looking over your face to gage a reaction. Your expression was unchanging, but you closed your eyes for a second, nodding.

Then, unexpectedly, you sat up fully, his arm remaining on the bed behind you. The sheet was abandoned, and you drew your knees to your chest, aware that your body was still bare. Your chin rested there, your hair falling over your shoulders and brushing your calves.

Billy watched you do all this before he sat up next to you. He'd known this would upset you. His hand came to your back, rubbing it in slow circles. "I know, I know I just got back, but I...I can't stay 'round for too long. These jobs Murphy's got us doin', they're takin' us all over the county."

You were numb to his explanation, and you turned to him, your legs falling flat on the bed, hands in your lap. "How long this time?"

He hummed, thinking about it, using his fingers to brush your hair behind your shoulder absentmindedly. "A week. Maybe two."

Looking down again, your fingers flexed. "And then what, you'll be back for another day and gone the next morning?" You'd known he was going to leave again soon. It had been on your mind all night. "You weren't even back for half of one this time."

He was surprised at you. Leaving as often and for as long as he did bothered you, he knew, but he hadn't known it bothered you this much. "Sweetheart...y'know this is what I hafta do. I gotta work, so we can really be together someday-"

"And what happens when we are together?" you asked, turning to look at him. "We'll always need money. Are you gonna keep leaving then too?"

Billy's hand fell from your back. "Where's this comin' from baby? You never had a problem with my work before."

"I'm tired of it!" the desperate words fell from your lips before you could think about it. "You leave for weeks then come into town for a few hours. It's the same every time. You ride in, send me a message, sleep with me, and then you're gone again."

Astonished at your outburst, he ran a hand over his face tiredly. "Dunno what ya want me to do baby, I can't control when Murphy wants me to go out."

Your knees bent again, and your elbows were propped up on them, your fingers curled into your palms and resting on your forehead. Eyes falling to the tangled bedsheets, your whisper was pathetic. "What am I doing?"

"Baby-" he shook his head, putting one hand on the side of your knee. One of his legs was bent, his other arm resting on it. "I'm trying, you gotta believe me. This is the best I can do. Murphy's payin' the best money I can get for my work-"

"That's not true," your hands fell from your face. "You told me about Tunstall."

"We've been over this." Billy sounded exasperated. "Can't leave the gang."

"You could though," you insisted, sitting on your knees now and facing him. "You could, and you'd be doing honest work for more, and you wouldn't be away so much-"

"Stop." His voice was firm, final, and you were taken aback. He'd never used a tone with you before. "You know the boys've done a lot for me. I ain't leavin' 'em."

"But you'll leave me?" your words were small.

Billy sucked in a breath frustratedly, shaking his head once, keeping it turned to the side. He closed his eyes and raised a hand to his forehead, rubbing it as he tried to compose himself. "Baby...I ain't expectin' you to understand. You're too innocent, you don't know the things I've seen-"

"Innocent?" The usage of the term was a barb. You looked up at him, your doll eyes worried. "But I'm not...I'm not innocent."

He turned his head back to face you, a confused frown gracing his features. "What're you on about... 'course you're innocent."

"But we've..." you gestured down to the scene, to your bare bodies and messy sheets. His eyes followed your hand, and his face clouded with understanding, moving closer to you as he realized.

"Baby," he started, putting his hand on your thigh. The weight of it was warm. "Makin' love don't take your innocence away. You're mixin' up innocence 'n virginity."

"But..." you shook your head, crossing your arms over your breasts, feeling shy suddenly. "It isn't...it's not..."

"It ain't a sinful thing if you do it for the right reasons," he said gently, rubbing your thigh soothingly. "It's a natural act honey...not a bad thing when it's with someone you love. Like when we do it."

You felt stupid, looking down as it washed over you. It couldn't...it was so confusing. Everyone had always acted like it was some dangerous thing that would make you horrible if you did it. What kind of cruel secret was this? Making you feel foolish, making you feel like you should've somehow already known.

Billy could see your internal battle, and he tilted your head up with his palm on your cheek, his eyes reassuring. "Baby...the kinda innocence I'm talkin' about is in your soul. You're a good girl. Ain't ever done anythin' bad to no one. That's what makes you innocent. And I love that about you, okay? There's nothin' to be ashamed of. Not with me."

How he was saying it made sense, but you still felt embarrassed for not knowing. Your eyes fell from his face. He exhaled softly, seeming to know you were beating yourself up. "It ain't your fault you didn't know. Don't do that."

"I'm innocent," you repeated. "I'm too innocent to understand you?"

Billy winced as you recalled his words from earlier. "That was a poor choice 'f words. You just...you're...you're..."

"What?" you searched his eyes, worried over what he was going to say next.

Billy opened his mouth, then closed it, sighing. His shoulders slumped. He raised both his hands to your face, thumbs stroking the sides of your face, a half-smile turning his lips up slightly. "Beautiful. And kind. And good. You're my angel."

Your eyes pleaded with him. "Billy."

"You really felt like this the whole time?" he asked, concernedly tracing a finger down your cheek. "Musta been eatin' ya up inside..."

"It's fine," you shook your head, wanting to rid yourself of embarrassment. "It's...I..."

Billy sighed, clicking his tongue. The backs of his fingers pressed against your fingers, and he pushed your hair from your face. "All this time...you coulda..."

Could have told him. You couldn't have. Not with him slipping in and out of your life like a needle running out of thread, dipping over and under fabric. He stopped himself before he could say the rest, realizing his mistake.

"I don't wanna leave you baby," he promised in a whisper, looking down into your eyes. "I hate it, you know. Always feel like I'm usin' you, sleepin' with you and then hittin' the road again."

Tears pricked your eyes at his words. Because that was how you felt sometimes too, though you felt guilty for it. It obviously wasn't true. But that didn't erase the feeling.

Billy could see all this on your face, and his expression saddened. He leaned in, kissing your forehead. "'M sorry." He kissed your cheek. "'M so sorry baby." Then your other cheek. "'M sorry." Your nose. Then your lips, capturing them and leaning against you. "Don't deserve ya...I know that."

You sniffled, feeling overwhelmed. Billy noticed, pressing his mouth to yours again, his kiss gentle. He pulled you into his arms, his big hand pressing your head into his chest. It was then that your tears fell, everything swirling inside you like a never-ending storm. His lips dropped to the top of your head. "Kinda man am I, huh? M' sweet baby's cryin' causa' me."

A little sob escaped you, and he tensed slightly, rubbing your side. Now that your tears were falling, it seemed they wouldn't stop. Billy arm remained around you protectively as your body shook. "I know...I know pretty, I know."

"It's been so hard Billy," you choked in a broken whisper. "All those nights in between...some of them we didn't even talk, just..."

Crashing through the door. Kissing, touching. Waking up alone.

He nodded, squeezing you tighter and kissing your head again. "'M sorry sweetheart. 'M so sorry." Billy pulled you away slightly so he could look into your eyes, holding the sides of your face. "'M gonna do better for you. This ain't worth it if it's hurtin' you." He thought for a moment, resting his chin on your forehead as he did. "Maybe I can sit this next job out. Figure out what to do next."

Billy didn't make promises he didn't keep, and this whispered one against your hair lit a candle in your heart. "You will?"

"Yeah," he whispered comfortingly. "Maybe I can..." he exhaled, then nodded. "I'm gonna go talk to Tunstall."

You searched his eyes in disbelief. "Really?"

He smiled fondly, rubbing your cheeks with his thumbs. "Yeah baby. I shoulda done that awhile ago. The boys'll do just fine without me."

"It's a big change Billy," you murmured. Even though this was what you wanted him to do, you were worried about the repercussions. "Murphy-"

He shook his head. "Doesn't matter. He's gotta understand. I got my girl to think of." Billy nudged his nose against your forehead, then kissed it. "I needa keep the girl I got to think of. 'N doin' the long jobs he gives the gang ain't gonna help with that."

You smiled softly, throwing your arms around his neck, holding him close. "You'd do all that for me?"

"Yeah," he breathed, rubbing your back. "I was supposedly doin' these jobs for ya to begin with. But we're gonna change things up. Make it all better."

Billy kissed your forehead as the last of your tears dried. "It's all gonna be better."

come talk about billy here!

[munsonsreputation]

hii! omg so i rlly love your writing its incredible. i have two requests but you can choose whichever one! the first one is an imagine w steve and the reader based off of call it what you want by taylor. orr a hurt/comfort imagine where the reader is basically comforting steve maybe aft he’s had a fight w his parents or something? again i rlly love your writing literally look forward for new writeups all the time!

at least we did one thing right

a/n: this one has been sitting in my inbox since forever and i managed to stir up this cute little thing. ciwyw is one of my favorite tracks of reputation and i can't wait to get the re-recording of this (hopefully soon!!!)

The party was in full swing, and by party you meant all of your close friends who are gathered in Steve’s living room and kitchen entertaining themselves while you and Steve hid away in his backyard like a routine.

His gaze flickered through the sliding doors, mock concern etched on his features as he mutters under his breath, “I swear to god, they better not pick the pineapple off the other slices.”

You turned your head to see what he was going on about, and sure enough the teenage boys were ravaging the kitchen like they hadn’t eaten in days. At this rate, they were like bottomless pits, and you weren’t quite sure how they were able to put away a portion of food without blinking.

Still, you snorted, swatting a hand over his thigh and garnering his attention back to you.

“They’re growing boys and their appetites are different from when they were twelve. We can order another if they’re still hungry.” You shrugged.

He shook his head, shifting to pull your legs over and across his lap.

“I ordered pineapple for you, and you should at least get to have one slice of it.” Steve insisted, though your orbs were too clouded with heart eyes to see the irritation he wore for the innocently selfish boys.

You pursed your lips into a tight smile, hooking your arm over his bicep, tugging yourself closer to him, “You’re so cute for someone who hogs all the blankets at night.”

He looked down at you, shaking his head with a mushy smile coming over him, “Hey you’re the one who likes the house freezing!”

Steve rumbles a string of laughter into the air, using his free arm that’s not being clung onto, to drape over your frame, practically wrenching your whole body onto his as you begin joining in the amusement. You give up on trying to get the upper-hand, letting yourself sit comfortably in his lap, your joined hands resting on either side of your bodies and you lean down to lay your head on his chest.

You snuggled deeper into the fabric of his shirt, inhaling the lingering scent of his cologne. It’s a simple pleasure of yours to be wrapped up in his arms, high above the whole scene, in your own little world like nothing else mattered.

“You’re my portable space heater, got all the warmth I need,” you declared, pressing kind kisses over his chest feeling his lips brush over your hairline.

Steve thought he must have done something right in this lifetime in order to give himself to you in a way he hadn’t given anyone else before. He doesn’t care that it’s simply you two sneaking away just to act like corny teenagers again. All of that fades into nothing when you look at him the way you do.

But before you could savor the moment, a familiar voice interrupted from above, followed by the squeak of rusty wheels gliding across the frame.

“Are you guys having fun out here without us!” Robin shouted, ringing out closer as she approached you both, but of course not without the presence of Eddie by her side.

You sat up, laughing, while Steve groaned and craned his neck to greet them. “You guys have to stop sneaking off to do whatever this is,” Eddie teased, gesturing between you both with a lighthearted smirk.

Steve grunted, “You’re just mad you don’t have a girlfriend to love on,” he shot back, pulling you down by the wrists to meet his lips in a messy kiss that left you giggling.

Eddie feigned revulsion and quickly retreated back inside, while Robin settled beside your bodies, her eyes twinkling with affection. “I still think you guys are adorable, even though this sneaking off thing is getting old.”

Robin had always been rooting for the two of you — there was just something about you both that made perfect sense, and when you finally bit the bullet, it was safe to say she was celebratory about the whole thing.

“We just don’t want to bore you guys with our public displays of affection,” you teased, sharing a knowing smile with Robin who threw her head back and laughed at all the times your friends would scold you both to cut out the lovey dovey acts.

Steve interjected, “Last time we cuddled on the couch you kicked us out of movie night…in my house!”

Robin rolled her eyes, pointing an accusing finger at him. “That’s because we could all smell the sexual tension between you guys. Seriously, just get it out of your systems before we get here.”

You slapped your hands over your flushed face, groaning behind them, “Noted. We’ll remember that for next time.” You promised, shaking your head.

Steve couldn’t contain his laughter, his eyes crinkling as he turned to his best friend with a pleading look. “Now, can you please leave and let me make out with my girlfriend in peace?”

She rose up out of the lounger with a grin, “If there’s one thing you guys did right, it’s each other… and I don’t mean sex!” With that she disappeared back inside, leaving you both to yourselves.

Steve gently pulled your hands away from your face, his soft smiling easing away any idling embarrassment that you knew was all in good fun. He brought your hands closer to his lips, spreading kisses across your knuckles that made your stomach flip with warmth.

“Well, at least did one thing right,” He murmured, raising his brows up at you as you blushed and nodded.

“We sure did.” You whispered, before cupping his cheeks and bringing yourself down to him.

Your eyes fluttered shut, closing the distance between your lips, fitting themselves together like a daydream. The jokers and the drama queens could take all the swings and call it whatever they wanted to — as long as you and Steve knew it was love.

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[iwaasfairy]

no cs omg fairy my big big brain is working !!

what if atsuko wasn’t an only child? what if he had a little brother who loved mom too?? sibling rivalry??

tw implied incest, jealousy, manipulative tendencies on ko WhATS new

if atsuko x mom!reader had an even more complicated situation

Ryota’s eyes are dragged from the pretty shape of the falling cherry blossom petals with a force greater than him. He looks over his shoulder, hands tightening slightly on the bike handles— just in time to avoid Atsuko’s attempt at slapping him in the back of the head. As he dodges, he pushes the meathead away by the arm, and kicks out his leg at his shin. “Heard you coming, motherfucker.”

“For once,” Atsuko grins when he still manages to land a mostly good-spirited squeeze at the back of his neck, and the younger man’s shoulders jerk up in protection. When he falls into step next to him, they both turn the last corner as the warm, evening sun makes harsh shadows. “Don’t you have volleyball training to get to, brat?”

“Don’t you have some teachers to bribe, dick?” He sighs. “Practice is canceled because our captain is home with a fever.”

Ryota’s dark eyes stay on his brother’s face when the grin curls up onto it. Of course Atsuko doesn’t falter. “Ah. My good name got you into school without a scholarship- you should be thankful.”

As they’ve grown older some of the edge has splintered away from the accusations, and now only a smooth surface remains. One that keeps the peace. One that doesn’t leave bad impressions. The older brushes his fingers through his hair to get it out of his face, before sliding his hands back into his pockets.

“Is Tooru getting mom anything for Mother’s Day?” Ryota asks after a brief break, and his brother just shakes his head.

“Well, except the usual… treatment on a holiday,” the lighter brunet’s mouth pulls into a slight line, absentmindedly scratching his arm, “I don't think so. No trip or anything at least, they just had their anniversary trip.” He doesn’t hesitate to swing an arm over his shoulder as he squeezes him under his shoulder. “And you can call him dad.”

That’s something he doesn’t feel the urge to respond to.

“Are you gonna do something?” He ends up asking.

The older man now frowns at Ryota, who raises a hand in flimsy protection. It’s not the first time he’s gotten into trouble for less. His arm slips off as soon as it came when he straightens up with a frown. Ko nii can’t truly think he’s subtle. No, in fact, there is no way that anyone with eyes can mistake it for anything else. Still Atsuko asks. “What kind of fucking question is that?”

“It’s a fucking question, anii,” Ryota bites back, frowning too now. It doesn’t last long before he forces it off his face though, seeing the house come up at the end of the street. You don’t like seeing them not get along— and for what it’s worth, when Atsuko’s not acting like a possessive tool, they get along fine. “D’you wanna do something with mom as a family?” He adds after a few seconds of silence.

Silence where Ko nii seems to mull his answer around in his mouth until it becomes acceptable to say, or maybe until the bad taste fades. He’s got a glint in his eye, and his mouth stays shut for too long. It’s almost like he’s debating just telling him after all. But the unspoken knowledge is enough, isn’t it? It doesn’t need to be more than that.

That way he can still pretend. Ryota laughs. “Right. Forgot you wanna have it be a private audience. Should I stay at someone else’s house for the day or can you control yourself?” Atsuko’s grin can’t be wiped from his face. If it was Ryota, he’d at least have some fucking shame about it.

It seems like that thought hasn’t even crossed his older brother’s mind. And without meaning to, he lets the slight sourness on his tongue fall out with a complaint, rolling his eyes. “You should probably re-learn about sharing. She’s my mom too-”

“Yeah?” The older basically skips a few steps ahead, before running his tongue over his teeth and grinning as he takes off towards their garden. “Too bad. If you wanted a bite you should’ve been born first.”

He makes a face. “That’s fucking gross, anii.” His bike clicks as he rolls it behind, and his eyes scan the green for you. Only one thing gets his brother that giddy- his eyes stop to run over you where you’re reaching up to the branches of the trees, and picking out some early apples. Atsuko tackles you into a broad shouldered hug, before picking you up under your legs and into him, and he can hear how your giggles echo the street. You look good, pretty. The sweetheart dress you’re wearing clings to your waist and with how Ko nii’s hands are glued to your ass, he does see it.

He’d have to be blind not to see it. You are pretty. You let Atsu kiss you on the mouth but pull back when the big fuck probably tries to slip his tongue in. Freak. Not that that stops the barrage of love the guy heaps on you as Ryota drops his bike onto the grass. You only pull away from where Ko’s pretty much biting kisses down your throat to aim your beautiful smile on him instead, and he can’t help but feel warmer when holding up his hand.

“Hi, ma.”

Your tangled fingers pull from Ko nii’s hand to reach out to him as you rush over on sandals and your love glitters at him when he gets close. It’s like a tidal wave that coats everything in heat, warm and soft and kind like you’ve always been. What Atsuko’s doing is fucked up, but he does get it. “Baby~” You wrap your arms around his neck to pull him down, and he lets his hands clench tight around your waist.

“I missed you so much.” He doesn’t pick you up, or kiss you, or basically make out with your neck— and you place a loving kiss on his cheek before wiping your hands on your dress. “Thank you for coming home, I know you’re busy at school.”

“It’s really- it’s fine. Missed you.” He doesn’t mean to stoke the flame, but as he looks up through his lashes he meets eyes with Atsuko. Who’s chewing his bottom lip to get rid of the ever so slightly agitated grin— that only tightens when Ryota finds himself winding his arms around you a bit tighter. Enough to pull you off your balance and make you laugh, before pushing away as you look between them both.

“Do you guys want to take a dip before dinner?” The sun casts the pool in perfect dappled light. “I took a dip earlier and the water is just right~ if you get the chance.”

Atsuko only waits a second before he reaches his hand back to you to stroke his thumb along your neck, then pulls you in when he softly tangles his fingers into the base of your hair. “I’ll go if you go.” You don’t hesitate to brush that off and roll your eyes, but your hand still lands on the lighter brunet’s chest. His eyes shift to where the younger brother is still standing in the front yard, slips his hands into his front pockets. “Ryota wants us to do something for Mother’s Day in a couple days… Any requests?”

The hand that’s still on your neck now moves down your spine, lower, lower- until it traces over the fabric to brush along the edge. When you don’t respond, your face turns to his questioning, and a bit shocked. But Atsuko isn’t. “What about a repeat of last year, mom?” He asks, and drops his lips to your temple after a self-satisfied grin. “Maybe I’ll keep it a surprise for now. I know what you like.”

He shrugs as he walks away with you still left in your spot on the deck— taps the door frame on his way inside. “Ryo’s back, dad! I’m gonna give mom a massage in the master bedroom. She worked so hard today.”

[mikobeautifulheart]

Hey I liked that fic you did on pervy megumi ❤ could you do it with yuji but make it a little sweeter ❤❤ty

Ahh I'm sorry this took so long because for the first time in history this is slightly more edited. I tried sweeter but honestly at this point I think i'm incapable of affection. I tried *sigh* sorry bout that.

Pervy Yuji (thoughts)

TW: pervert. Obsessed (Mildly) Some weird non consented touches but not smut. (or spicy sorry guys.)

No surprise that Yuji just can't get enough of you.

Every moment, ever opportunity, he takes it.

Y/N wanna train together? Y/N wanna study together?

Y/N Gojo sensei is making us pick partners for the sister school even, wanna be mine?

Its not just being together but also distance.

The fact that every training session ends a little too close together.

"Yuji your squishing me." You muffled trapped under Yuji's body...again.

"Ah sorry Y/N! I lost my footing there and couldn't keep my balance."

Out of training to.

"Sorry Y/n the train is getting a little crowded" he said trying to hide his face in his collar.

"Its not your fault Yuji"

Every bump of the train you felt his hand on places you usually would hit someone's hand away from... Good thing he looked so innocent or you wouldn't have brushed it off so easily.

But every time you brushed it off. Yuji is just trying his best you know? He's Sukuna's vessel and never even knew about curses until now, you had to cut him some slack.

Even if it had nothing to do with the Jujutsu world.

"Hey Yuji, did you happen to get my laundry by accident? I can't find it anywhere and Megumi said you were there last."

"Oh uh I can check but if it's not here do you need help looking?"

"Uh- thanks but no, its just some...it would be embarrassing I guess. You know what never mind I probably just misplaced it again sorry." You sigh and walk out the room.

It happens more often then you liked. Some clothes of yours would go missing and then you would find them where you last left them or in a basket near the laundry.

If only you checked his lower dresser draw filed with some of you clothes.

When they lose their scent they get put back and so the cycle continues.

"Your sick. And that's coming from me. The king of curses, I kill and eat people and i'm telling you your sick ha." Sukuna chuckled in his head.

"Shut up. Like you would understand." Yuji said climbing down from a tree across from your window.

THANK YOU FOR READING ♡

AUTHOURS NOTE: Omg I wrote this so long ago but it didn't save. But it's okay because I re-wrote it and it's way better now. Trust me (even tho the ending sucks a bit). Anyways have a good whatever time of day.

[inkdrinkerworld]

Autistic reader meeting James and sirius for the first time and they're sitting/using one of your blankets(I have guest blankets and then there is my blankets) but she's too shy to say anything so she just gets really quiet until remus comes back and tells them off

omg me too!! and my blanket is the softest out of all the blankets!!

you're over at remus' house when they show up. in all honesty, you'd been expecting them, but when remus said he had to pop out to restock your juice and you hit play on your show, it completely slipped your mind.

you were buried under your blanket when the doorbell rang and you sprang out of the sofa.

"m'coming!"

you open the door to reveal james in a raincoat and sirius brushing some rain from his leather jacket.

"hi darlin'," sirius greets, hanging his jacket up and stepping inside.

"remus went to the shops, but he should be getting back soon."

"tha's a'right, we can wait," james says as he shrugs his own coat off. "what are you watching?" they move to the sofa before you can move your blankets over and by the time you meet them in the living room they're on the blanket.

"um, re-watching good omens." you say shyly, a lot softer than you'd been speaking before. you get lost in crowley's antics and your silence is written off as intrigue-- except when remus comes back home.

"starlight, i got your juice." he calls as he packs the fridge. when you don't respond he looks over to the living room and frowns when he sees you in the single seater.

"james, where's the blanket with the little flowers on them?" remus asks and james and sirius look away from the tv to the couch for the blanket.

"we're on it, moony." sirius mumbles, turning back to the show as the angels and the demons get rowdy.

"s'her blanket, can you hand it over to her." remus grabs a snack for you before coming over to the living room, watching james hand over the blanket with a sheepish look.

"sorry love," he apologises and you frown.

"s'okay jamie," remus tucks the blanket around you and drops the small packet of chocolate maltesers into your lap. "i'll be back starlight, let me go change yeah?"

you nod and watch him leave before turning back to the show when sirius asks you, "don't you think crowley's a bit of me, darlin'?" remus hears you giggle and knows you're feeling a lot better now that you've got your blanket back.

[mashiraostail]

Me sitting sooooooo nicely

Could you possibly do “you can sit on my lap” from the prompt list with Fatgum? As NSFW as your heart desires, but I loooooove how you write him! (Ngl your depressive episode reader fics got me through some tough times here and I treasure them with all my heart)

omg thank you for sitting nicely!!!!

A quiet day in seemed to be exactly what you needed, it was all the more delightful that Taishiro was there. You were glad he'd found the time to spend with you, even moreso to spend it lolling around your. place together. You'd ran a few small errands during the day but ultimately came back together in the afternoon, content to enjoy each other's company. You're sitting on the couch, watching some silly television program when you decide to start washing up. You announce it as you stand.

"I'm gonna wash my face and stuff, maybe put on some PJs."

"PJs?" Taishiro sounds excited, "maybe I'll follow your lead."

You grin and stand in front of his seat, "we can't go to bed too early."

"I know, I know, I wanna spend as much time together as possible too, but we might as well be comfy while you tell me all your work gossip. I swear I'll stay awake, and if I don't I owe you big time....but I will stay up."

You laugh at that, a quiet lilting sound that Taishiro feels like he's always chasing. His hands rest on the back of your thighs and he leans his head into your stomach, "go on, I'm excited to talk to you some more. You're leaving me with a crazy cliffhanger with that HR lady."

"She works in finances." You chuckle as you kiss his brow, "but sure."

You make fast work of washing up it wasn't anything major, just washing the oils from the day off your skin and changing into a comfy set of shorts and a teeshirt. You didn't look when you reached into your pajama pile, and the shirt you produced was a bit smaller than your average bed time tee shirt but it wasn't too tight or restrictive and you figured it would be nice to have some more exposed skin for Taishiro to brush his fingers against anyway.

When you emerge again Taishiro looks surprised.

"Woah-"

"What?" You prickle, "you know I don't have any matching sets or-"

"No it's good, a good 'woah.'" And he's being honest, all of your newly exposed skin looks equally tantalizing from your thighs to the sliver of your belly showing over your shorts. He realizes how close you'd been all day and how little he's actually be able to touch.

"Come here," he eggs you on, "don't torture me now, I'm just a man."

You go to him, no real reason to deny him popping up in your immediate thoughts. In fact all you can thing of are reasons to indulge him.

"You look pretty as a petal." He's smiling, grinning impishly at you, "'re you gonna let me touch you?"

You flush, surprised at his change of mood but not at all displeased, "of course I am."

"Lucky me." He huffs out a quiet laugh, "come on, you can sit on my lap." The motion is so practiced and easy, you'd dare call it muscle memory.

"That's perfect." He's already sliding his hands into your shirt, the devil.

"Is this what you've been waiting for this whole time?" You laugh a bit, unable to even feign anger with him.

"Oh no," He assures you, "I was just...listening to you talk with that pretty voice of yours all day, watching you play with you hair, and smile at me like you do." His hands are gliding up your back pulling you closer to him easily.

You don't mind the direction this is going in, you indulge him, maybe a bit selfishly. You kiss him, hands holding on his shoulders and sliding down his chest. You enjoy the feeling of his lips wandering down your jaw and neck, and his hands sneaking lower to your belly then your thighs. You don't mind taking off the pajamas you just put on, and he certainly doesn't mind undressing and shifting his own clothes to get as much skin to skin contact as possible.

For all intents and purposes you liked being in his lap, you felt surrounded by him, and something about the idea of him watching you, egging you on along the way lit a fire inside you. And watch you he did, he liked having you on his lap just as much. He could touch and guide you but also leave you to your own devices and he could watch. He liked to let you set the pace, especially at a time like there where he would just like to ravish you with attention from all fronts. For now he'll huddle you close, and follow the roll of your hips while he continue to kiss around your lips and jaw. When you work yourself up to a climax he'll welcome you, slumped over into his chest, and he'll stand, taking you with him. He'll clean you off and bring you to bed and you won't have to say a word if you don't want to. He'll huddle you even closer under the covers and rub circles in the nape of your neck until you doze off for the night.

[familyvideostevie]

omg can I please request a steve blurb with the barista meet cute?! like a customer/customer sort of deal?? I am literally obsessed with that list that you just put out!

ah! this list! i like that list, too <3 thank you for allowing me to write you something from it! | meet cute, 1k

The first time you see him you think he's cute. And like every other cute guy you've seen in passing in your life, you sigh and wish you were the kind of person who flirts with strangers.

But then again, who really wants to be bothered in line at the cafe? So you don't say anything to him, though you do stand next to him while you wait for your coffee. Just for fun. He's boyishly handsome, though you expect that he's around your age, probably off to a job or higher education of some kind after this. Long lashes and a few freckles and moles on his neck, hands tucked into jeans as he rocks back and forth on his heels. You can't believe you've never seen him before. But if you had you know you'd remember.

"Steve!" the barista calls, setting down a cup on the bar. The guy steps forward with a smile and a thank you -- nice voice too, you think. He doesn't really look like a Steve. Maybe a Tommy or a John. When he turns around he makes eyes contact with you and gives you the stranger-to-stranger smile before heading for the door. He's got nice eyes, too. Damn. Have a nice life, Steve.

But then you see him again.

This time, you're there first, already waiting for your drink when he stands near you. He's in blue work pants and a yellow sweater and he looks how you feel: tired beyond belief. It's one of those days when the barista is calling orders and not names, so you're trying to pay attention. When they call your order, you step forward for it, but so does Steve. Your hands brush in front of the cup and he jerks back.

"Oh," he says, shaking his head a bit as if to bring himself back to the present. "Sorry."

"I, uh," you say. "I think this is mine?" He takes a step back and grins ruefully, cheeks a little pink.

"Yeah, yeah, of course," he says. "You were here first."

You duck your head and grab the cup. "Thanks," you say, softly. "Good taste, though!" He looks a little surprised at your attempt at levity before he laughs.

"You too," he says. You raise your cup a little and hurry towards the door.

After that, you keep an eye out for Steve. Sure, you spoke once and you were awkward, but he was cute and it's nice to look forward to the little things, right? But you don't see him for a few weeks. Maybe he found a new shop, or maybe he decided to stop drinking coffee.

It's a pretty busy day at the cafe but you've snagged yourself a small table in a corner to read and sip your drink. It started pouring just after you arrived, so you figure you'll stay for a while rather than get soaked running for your car. You're pretty engrossed in your book, the noise of the shop a buzz in the background, until you realize someone is standing fairly close to you. You look up and it's Steve.

"Hi," he says. His hair is practically dripping wet and he's got a soaked jacket in one hand and a drink cup in another. "Can I sit with you? Till the rain lets up?"

You'd probably say yes to anyone who asked, but you're a little quick on the jump, since it's Steve. The mystery cute guy you've seen...twice.

"Totally," you say. He looks very grateful and sits across from you, draping his dripping jacket across the back of his chair.

"Do you have our usual?" he says, pointing to your cup. You laugh a little. Our usual, you think.

"I do," you tell him. "Do you?" He shakes his head.

"Trying to cut back on the caffeine." He looks at his cup like it's personally wronged him. "Just hot chocolate for me today."

"Ah," you say, taking a sip of your drink. "Tough choice."

He sighs dramatically, eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiles. "I'm Steve, by the way." He holds up his hot chocolate cup and points to his name written in the hurried hand of the barista. It's a dorky move and he seems to realize it when he quickly sets it back down on the table and rubs the back of his neck.

You copy his movements, pointing to your own cup. Steve says yiour name out loud, nodding like he's committing it to memory. "Well, don't let me bother you," he says, eyeing your book. "Thanks for letting me sit here."

"Oh, you're not bothering me," you say. You dog-ear your page and close it. "It was getting a little slow anyway." His eyebrows raise. "Well, the big thing has already happened, but the main character --" You launch into an explanation about the importance of a compelling recovery from the climax of the plot before you realize it. Steve just watches, mouth curled up at one corner as he slips his drink.

"Sorry," you say, after a few minutes. "You didn't ask to hear me ramble about a book."

"No, no, by all means, keep rambling." You wonder what he'd do if you died of embarrassment right here, at this table.

"Are you a reader?" you ask, face a little hot. He shakes his head.

"No, not really. But that book sounds interesting the way you tell it." You laugh a little, glad he's nice enough not to make fun of you. It would be a real bummer if your coffee shop crush was an asshole. He looks pleased with himself that he's made you laugh. You look out the window and he follows your gaze, now frowning at the continuing deluge.

"Doesn't look like it's going to let up soon," you say softly. You look back at Steve and find that he's already looking at you.

"Well, keep telling me about this unsatisfying main dude," he says. He leans forward in his seat, looking genuinely interested.

"Okay," you say. "But don't forget that you asked for this, Steve." It's the first time you've said his name and you notice that his mouth twitches as you do.

"Somehow I don't think I'll regret it." Your stomach flutters and you roll your eyes but can't hide your smile. The cute guy from the coffee shop is flirting with you. This is better than any book you've ever read.

thank you for reading <3 reblog, send feedback, masterlist here!

[kimetsu-chan]

can i make an emergency request for Zeno x Reader thunderstorm comfort? like, Zeno and Reader are in an established relationship cause yes:3

~Thunder~

A/N: ofc you can hun 😎 sjdksbdys Zeno is prob my now most written for character- (but omg do I love writing for Zeno-)

reader and Zeno are in an established relationship

TWs ⚠️: Thunder, reader is scared, it’s nighttime bc I began writing this last night when I was supposed to be asleep and it was thundering.

It was a random Thursday night, around 11:30 pm, and you were cuddling up close with your boyfriend Zeno who had been staying the night. Now, you should be asleep, and you typically would be.

If it weren’t for the raging thunderstorm outside. You didn’t like thunderstorms during the day, and you liked them even less when you were trying to sleep.

You couldn’t help it though, every time you were drifting off in Zeno’s arms, so blissfully close to sleep, you would be startled awake by a crack of bright light and the rumbling thunder that soon followed. You couldn’t help the way you shook and tried to cover your entire body with your face.

You really wanted Zeno to be awake and cuddle you, but you really didn’t want to wake him up, you’d feel so bad for doing so. So you just sat there, wide eyed as the thunder continued.

Unbeknownst to you, Zeno had also woken up, albeit calmer. He lifted his head off his pillow with sleep still covering his face. He gave you a confused glance before laying his head back down and wrapping the arm that had fallen off back around you. His voice was almost too small for you to hear, but you heard it.

“What’s wrong [Name]…”

You couldn’t deny that you did, in fact, feel bad that he was awake. You were aware he was probably awoken by the same thing you were, but you still couldn’t help but feel a little guilty. So that is why you tried to get him to re-fall asleep so you didn’t “bother” him further.

“‘Ts nothing… go back to sleep ZeeZee..”

But like always, he caught on. He pulled you even closer and rested his head in the crook of your neck. He rubbed your arm gently in an attempt to soothe your obviously shaken up state.

“No, what’s wrong love.”

You paused wondering if you should really tell him when another loud crack of thunder startled you. You jumped a little and scooted towards him with a fearful expression. Zeno immediately welcome you closer into his embrace and placed a long, tender kiss to your forehead before whispering in your ear.

“Hey, shhh, it’s okay… the storm should be over soon…”

After a second, he got an idea of how to help you calm. He shifted his position to on his back and pulled you close. Zeno rested your head on his chest and the sound of his heartbeat almost immediately filled your ears.

“Here, just close your eyes and I’ll play with your hair.”

True to his words, Zeno’s hands found their way to your head. They played with the ends and occasionally got his fingers stuck in it, but gently worked his fingers out as to not cause pain.

The last thing you remember before falling asleep was his hand brushing your hair out of your face and another soft kiss to your skin.

A/N: I’M SO PROUD OF THIS??? I HOPE YOU LIKED IT LARZ!

(@ta-ni-ya) I’m trying to remember to tag you in my oc stuff- I apologize if I ever forget-

[cloudcountry]

Hi!!! Congratulations on 1K followers! 🎉🎉 I initially was just gonna stick to lurking and reading 'cause I'm not really used to interacting with strangers on the internet - it makes me feel a bit shy, but since I have the motivation to, I just wanted to say thatI really really love reading and re-reading ur stories. I wanted to thank you for the content and for being so awesome 🫶🫶

May I request something with Ruggie + cupid? Or ruggie + 💞

I hope you have a nice day!! 💙 congratulations again 🎉🎉

thank you!!! :D i understand being shy all too well but if you ever want to interact with me please don't hesitate too!! <3 ehhehfefh IM GLAD :((((( i get so happy when ppl tell me they reread my stuff bc thats like !!!! omg !!!!!!!!!!!!!! people come back to their favorite things ive written!!!!!!!!! gahhH!!!!!!!!!!!!! youre so sweet anon thank you so muuuuch <333 !!!

this turned into ace being insufferable and grim being slightly less insufferable and i went SO overboard oopsie

RUGGIE BUCCHI + 💞 (1k event details)

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Honestly, it was only a matter of time before your friends started to get suspicious. You and Ruggie could only sneak around for so long, brushing up against each other in the hallways and linking pinkies while you walked. He could only steal so many sneaky hugs under stairwells and on trips to Sam’s Shop until your friends noticed you’d been gone more than usual.

It’s not like you two were keeping your affection for each other a secret on purpose. It just happened that way.

“Come on, tell us!” Ace huffs, though it sounds more like a whine from where you’re standing, “We deserve to know what you’ve been up to this past week!”

“Uh, no you don’t.” you shoot back, shaking your head adamantly.

“Just say it. We’ll stop bothering you then!” Ace snickers, aiming an undeserved jab at your side.

“It’s none of your business.” you say, turning away. That was supposed to be the end of the conversation, but—

“You don’t have a boyfriend, right?’ Grim blurts, blinking up at you.

You sputter, and Ace nearly falls over in shock.

“You what?!” he gasps, placing a hand over his heart, “Prefect, how could you!?”

Well, you suppose it was only a matter of time before someone found out.

“Like I said, none of your business. Now goodbye, Ace.” you grab his wrist and tug him towards Ramshackle’s front door.

“Who is it? Is it Trey? Cater? Oh, please don’t tell me it’s Deuce!” Ace babbles, trying to yank his wrist out of your hold, “It better not be Riddle!”

“He isn’t even in Heartslabyul!” you throw your free hand into the air, exasperated.

“Savanaclaw?” Ace guesses, staring you down eagerly.

You say nothing.

“Ruggie!” Grim yells, flailing his little paws in the air, “You’re dating Ruggie!”

“Ugh, no! We aren’t dating yet!” you whip around to face Grim, a sour look on your face.

“Yet?!” Ace shrieks, and you’re certain he couldn’t get any louder.

You smack your palm against your forehead and silently accept your fate.

[just-a-normal-regretter]

omg i would love to hear more about the Bystander “Odd-shot” AU! Would Yumi just be more a background character like Sissi or would she eventually make her way to the gang? And how would that affect William eventually joining the gang (if he ever did)? Also love that there would be some extra Odd/Ulrich scenes! Anything specific planned for those two?

Awww thank you for being my first ask haha ;-; (other people can ask away too I'm not gonna be bothered about it and I'll try to write back when I can lmao)

Recapping Bystander = "Kiwi isn't brought to Kadic AU"

I'm gonna use the "keep reading" so I don't flood people's dashes given I chat away a Lot at the basics. The way I see the background for "Bystander" developing is that:

Given no Kiwi, it's Odd annoying Ulrich that quickly reminds him of his promise to check on Jeremie later that day. Hence this is how he winds up finding Jeremie getting attacked by XANA and thus his involvement with this whole conflict begins.

Without a "guinea pig" to think of, Ulrich begrudgingly offers to test run the scanners. He never goes back to the dorms that night.

Yumi would still wind up with the gang given Jim hosting the Pencak Silat club. It still winds up letting Ulrich and Yumi interact more, and hence when the XANA attack of the day occurs again she still heads to Lyoko to help stop the AI for that day.

Sissi is an interesting case in this AU. Clearly she wouldn't find out about the supercomputer given Ulrich didn't go back to the dorms. Honestly I think her friction with the gang doesn't happen on the same level as canon. She'd still be jealous of Yumi hanging around Ulrich but there's no active reason for her to spitefully get the gang in trouble whenever they're mean to her because there's no general quarrel to begin with.

I think Ulrich and Sissi would still be friends rather than the group just using her -> her either forgetting about it thanks to a RTTP or it gets brushed off like canon usually does.

Odd's role in this story given he's not involved with fighting XANA would be more of a confidant for Ulrich. Ulrich has to put up with his new roommate. So it'll take a bit longer for them to bond compared to canon forcing their hand so they can be a decent team.

I think it'd be beginning of Season 2 where the gang throw in the towel and realize they need another member. William still is on the table given his new status and the fact that he's still, at the end of the day, very helpful. Odd is also brought up as a candidate due to convenience + longevity at the school.

Odd has grown on Ulrich throughout Season 1. Ulrich and Yumi have also went through their mini-arc re: their relationship in the S1 mesh. Ulrich came to terms with having feeling for Odd, although he's a bit conflicted given that Odd is a good friend + he's basically the one dragging him back down to reality instead of worrying about XANA and the supercomputer all the time.

Ulrich doesn't want to involve Odd because he doesn't want to let this normalcy go. He's the one to prevent Odd from getting on the team in S2, while William is given the "OK" given Yumi hasn't gotten to see the shenanigans/behavior William can exhibit in the small amount of time getting to know him.

Honestly interesting to think about how William grows in this AU without Ulrich/Yumi dragging him into a love triangle.

Thinking about the Odd/Ulrich ship in this AU is neat because it's Ulrich getting to hang out with someone that isn't involved in this mess. It's not just "ah shit school + XANA 24/7". Sure, Odd is annoying and it takes time for the boy to grow on Ulrich but I imagine having a unknowing confidant lets them still bond faster than the average roommates.

Moments like asking Odd for help getting Jeremie in trouble (Holiday in the Fog), stealing some phones back (Satellite), general soccer/football activity (Claustrophobia; Zero Gravity Zone) would be some soft moments for Ulrich. He's even scared half to death when hearing from Yumi that Odd went back into the building to save Milly and Tamiya (Just in Time). I'm not gonna prattle much on Amnesia/Killer Music either but those premises would likely go off here lmao (Amnesia especially since it'd lend credence to Odd's side of the ship a lot more in particular)

I think Routine would be the most interesting episode to use as a baseline in this AU. I wonder if Emily would even be involved again, or would it just be Ulrich goofing off with Odd and getting friction from Yumi because she's jealous that he's able to hang out with his peers.

I imagine being Lyoko Warriors having to worry about XANA all the time gets a little lonely. Not being able to tell anyone about this secret, struggling to remember what exactly has been said before that a RTTP has stripped away. Yumi can't exactly have a stable bond with her family at times, and Ulrich/Jeremie/Aelita aren't in her class either. Must be pretty lonely and honestly I would get why she'd be a bit peeved that Ulrich wanted to change the routine so bad which would leave her alone (as Jeremie is gonna be heavily focused on freeing Aelita so their troubles with the supercomputer are over).

Right speaking on Aelita. To wrap this up given this is so long haha, I'd like to imagine it's the combined efforts of Ulrich and Jeremie that convince Odd to play off Aelita as a cousin to the school. A well-intended lie and all that.

Once again thanks for the ask kind stranger!

[wri0thesley]

re read canicular and omg I'll never get over the slow build up and dissipating of tension when darling realizes all her effort was futile 😭 but with that being said, I hope u don't mind if I ask about a 'what if' scenario

as much as I know this will probably never be a probable situation considering the amount of security kaveh and alhaitham have, I am still curious as to what you think would happen if darling did manage to escape - if only for a few hours? would kaveh and alhaitham have a big fight upon realization darling escaped? or would they save it until after securing darling once more? who's blaming who? and would alhaitham also punish kaveh in some way if he believed this situation to be the result of kaveh's carelessness? what lengths are they willing to go and resources are they willing to use in order to find darling 😭 bc part of me rly thinks maybe alhaitham would make up some bizarre lie like darling is a con artist or something negative of the like in order to get people to report their sightings faster, but I also highly doubt he'd do that.. I just can't help but think he'd be an absolute asshole like that

but I cannot even begin to imagine the punishment alhaitham (and maybe even kaveh! it was so mean of you to scare him like that, you know..) have in mind for darling once they are captured. seeing as the current most severe punishment is the cage.. oh it literally makes me shiver to think what alhaitham might do to darling to break them down after their little escape

i just answered the 'what if they DID' escape question but i am publishing this too bc i appreciate it so much that it stayed with u!!!

i do think alhaitham is ready to make up a needlessly elaborate lie that he backs up with paperwork and all of the other kinds of boring things nobody would ever think twice about. of course, he has to be careful about what lies - he doesn't want the matra involved, and how awful if cyno found darling first and realised what was going on - but he has contacts and knowledge everywhere, on top of kaveh's contacts too . . . no matter how much they run, they won't get as far as they'd like to.

and as for the PUNISHMENT . . . well. i think the cage will certainly be moved into his bedroom (it's currently left in the living room, because alhaitham prefers to choose when he sleeps alone). i think darling will certainly be divested of other things they might have taken for granted - no warm water, sure. no more clothes. alhaitham will deal with showering them and brushing their teeth and their hair and all of those other hygiene issues (utterly humiliating, but . . . well. you can't be trusted). if there was something they had that they were particularly proud of - a lovely painting done with gifts from kaveh, perhaps . . . it would find itself destroyed. he'll work from home for a few days, a leash about their throat, forced to kneel next to him as he keeps the handle looped about his wrist. naturally, they'll be eating from bowls again. they couldn't be trusted with a spoon, let alone a knife. alhaitham almost almost almost wants to brand his name into them, the way one might with a prize livestock. a reminder that they are a pet and property, and so that anyone who does find them out there knows to 'return to owner', so to speak.

. . . that last one hangs in the air, a threat given voice, as a promise of what he will do to you the next time you place even a toe out of line. he does not neccessarily enjoy inflicting pain.

but if it's for your own good . . .

[tkblythofficial]

Re: Tarot 1.0 anon saying R and T had a moment where he was comforting her about the hate train and brushed her cheek with his hand before almost kissing.

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(This is pure speculation, so take it with a huge grain of salt, obvi)

Ok so, I was thinking: what if that moment happened before they filmed the actual movie kiss? Cause in that case, filming the scene must have been crazy charged and significant for them.

Why: in the scene, he does something very similar - he literally brushes her cheek, holds her face and also - also!- tells her "you're safe". So, if what tarot 1.0 anon said is true, then it was like art imitating life. They must have been so aware of the fact that while shooting that scene, he was repeating the moment they had had when they had almost kissed, the similarity can't have escaped them. When he said "you're safe", she knew he meant it, because many a time had he told her that it was going to be OK, she really was safe in real life and that the hate train would eventually stop. There's no way those words didn't evoke the memory of - if not the alleged Moment they'd had, at least the multiple other conversations of that genre they certainly must have had (whether or not it led to an almost-kiss) when he kept showing up for her and tried to comfort her. It must have been crazy intense, filming that scene, because they HAD had similar interactions/convos in real life before (minus the kiss), so the line between reality and make-believe must have blurred in that instance.

And the fact that after that they actually had to kiss?🤯 It must have been so cathartic and exhilarating, like finally doing what they'd wanted to do before, but they'd stopped themselves. As their characters, they finally could do what they really wanted, how they'd wanted to act back then, when they'd shared the moment. Maybe the kiss was crazy passionate because of that reason too (besides their A+ acting skills ofc).

Oh! I didn’t think about it like that omg. This is brilliant actually.

If the almost-kiss happened before they actually kissed for the movie? That sounds delicious and intense! They always had to practice kissing too. Cathartic and no wonder why R gave off overwhelmed energy in the tarot reads.

And I agree - lines were blurred during the movie which is why I don’t believe R when she said “it’s all professional work.” She also made a point to say “when two actors are together it’s very important to have that mutual understanding that this is my job and this is my real life.” Right after being asked how was the kiss. It felt very unnecessary and forced.

I think we’re getting closer to solving a mystery here 👀

[heirscrchd]

oh no, azula gets a life changing field trip with zuko (and friends) ft @maddmuses (please forgive my horrible spelling, i was on mobile)

Arson — Today at 6:28 AM

The fire gang goes on a life changing field trip? The beach but it spans a whole book of its own lmao I honestly would love that Part of azulas rehabilitation is going around and having to basically to community service or something Ty lee is there since she can kinda take out azula Zuko is there cuz he doesnt want azula to be alone in this Mai is there cuz….well she doesnt want to be stuck in the capital by herself Ursa and kiyi can move in and take over temporarily with iroh while theyre on their trip

Madd — Today at 6:31 AM

Ty Lee when Zuko's explaining the mission: Take out or… "Take out" 😏 😏 😏

Arson — Today at 6:31 AM

Omg But yeah i mean. I could kinda see it. I can see some places like not wanting azula around again but like In a way forcing her to exile like zuko had, to help humble her only shes wirh mai and ty lee and zuko. More ppl because shes a bit more mentally unwell so they need more than iroh to help if shit does down lmao Which could lead to an azula alone episode where she does kinda escape And idk maybe she ends up fucking it up because surviving in earth kingdom wilderness vs fire nation isnt the same Gets stuck in the cave of two lovers and ty lee is able to find her. Because azula would use her bending fire to keep walking so shed never find the exit but with ty lee she has to trust how she cares for azula and go in blind But also the fire gang finding badgermoles being an g r y Que them just sprinting out or literallh being yeeted out of the tunnels

Also lowkey bumi fucking with them He isnt angry or upset in the slightest but he does fuck with them by having them do nonsense chores that are much more difficult than their description Also maybe force the fire gang to think less of optimized way in business or serious topics and think more on how to have fun with what youre doing and enjoy the time together over just getting a job done

Madd — Today at 6:38 AM

Re: the tasks/chores Ty Lee is goofing off with them from the get-go Scrubbing floors? She ties the brushes to her feet and skates around etc.

Arson — Today at 6:38 AM

Y e s Omg 👏👏👏👏 "Clean dust bunnies??? What does that even mean?? Wete going to be here for days???" Que ty lee finding the one bunny from the floppsy trial whos name is dust bunny no idea if that rabbit actually has a name or not

Madd — Today at 7:03 AM

Everyone else: Dusting Ty Lee, giving Dust Bunny a bath: No guys c'moooooon! He's a dusty bunny!

Arson — Today at 7:04 AM

I mean running around in the holes and encolsure would make them dusty lmao

guys ive fallen in love with this little AU too much now. please stop me before i start a whole thing now