#trying to stop each other from snoring but they just end up looking adorable

[shimmer-wolf-arts]

Cuddly gay babies

[purpleberiii]

What do you think will happen if Nightingale's wife reverted back to a child, let's say for about a week? But then the sinners want to steal Nightingale's wife to the point that Nightingale will walk in her office to see her wife surrounded with Zoya, Bai Yi, Langley, Shalom, Rahu, Eleven, Eirene, Chameleon, Chealsea and Hamel

All are planning something but luckily your wife was there to save you

-💜anon

Omg this is an amazing idea 😫

"Little Ms. Captain"

☆Prompt: Eureka made a potion and wanted the arrest captain to try it out. After seeing the effects of the potion, she knew she made a mistake somewhere.

☆Warnings: Wholesome fluff, includes, Nightingale, Bai Yi, Zoya, Langley, Eleven, Rahu, Chelsea, Eirene, Chameleon.

Since you it was your job to take care of the sinners, Eureka called you and several other sinners into her lab, asking each of them to be her test subject. None of them agreed, so you stepped up and agreed, not knowing that she accidentally mixed wrong chemicals inside the potion. You took a sip and didn't feel anything strange so you gave her a thumbs up.

At the end of the day, Nightingale and you were cuddling together in your shared bed and after a few touches and teasing, you made love to your wife, lasting for atleast four hours before falling asleep with a weird gut feeling.

The sun rays blared through the curtains of your shared room, Nightingale woke up, the sheets covering her red and bitten chest. She looked around and her heart stopped in her chest when she saw a child sprawled out on the bed, snoring away naked. "What in the hell?!" Hearing her loud voice, the child woke up, startled upon seeing the panicked expression on Nightingale's face. "Y/n? Is that you?"

"Yes it's me what-ahh!" You see how tiny your hands looked and realised that Nightingale looked bigger than usual. Did she grow? Or did you shrink? You pulled off the covers and saw tiny feet and toes. "Oh my fuck I'm a child! It must be the potion Eureka mixed for me!" Nightingale's was still in shock before she reached over and hugged you close to her body, squealing at her downright adorable you looked.

"H-hey! Hey stop it!" She didn't stop as she kept cuddling and kissing you. You sighed as you knew you weren't getting away anytime soon.

When you and her arrived, Nightingale had you wrapped up in her coat, your tiny frame clinging to her body. When chief asked where you were, she opened her coat and you popped out. "You're so little... and cute!!" Chief pulled you out of Nightingale's coat and squished you as Nightingale watched with a smile on her face.

Even though you were a child, you had no choice but to return to your station and when your arrest team saw you, they all squealed upon seeing a little Captain. Despite that cute facade, you had a strict and commanding tone, and no one could take you seriously that day. "I'm so sorry caption but you're just too cute!"

"Yeah boss, I can't take you seriously at all!"

You sighed at all the comments and let them off that day. Word got around quickly that the arrest captain turned into a child by one of the sinners and the other ones had crazy ideas.

In the afternoon, you were seated in Nightingale's office when the door creaked open and several sinners walked in with a mischievous smile on their faces. Even the leader of the Nineth agency was there. "What are you guys doing here?!" Your face was red due to embarrassment of them catching you.

"We came to pay our beloved Captain a respect," Langley replied with a smirk. The sinners started surrounding your chair, and Zoya kicked the table away to surround you from the front.

"Your cheeks are... chubby..." Hamel breathed out, mesmerised by your cute yet pretty face.

"Oh you sure can be my sugar baby," Chelsea out emphasis on 'baby'.

"For such a mean Captain, you are cute as a child," Shalom chuckled.

You gulped as you were surrounded by hot women. Before Chameleon could lift you, Nightingale's voice blared through the room. "Please step away from her!" She marched through the room and pushed through the Sinners and picked you up, with you immediately clinging to her.

"No touching!" They all 'awwed' at your squeaky voice before Langley told them all to return to their cells.

"Have fun in that form, little Ms. Captain," she smiled before walking away. You and Nightingale looked at each other before you whined and pouted, while she just chuckled.

"Well I guess I won't be letting you go any time soon then."

Let's just say, you paid Eureka a nice visit once you returned to normal.

[privitivium]

*runs to you at max speed before stopping* hewo:3 i have a request, good sir:33 could you pls do some ftm yandere who's basically just a weird little guy and a bit unnerving who basically snatches male sub-top reader and takes him to his basement where he power-bottoms them to literally oblivion?:333 thank you, good sir, i luv you:3333⁠♡ *runs away like a demon*

yes dear anon ily <33 i hope i do ur request justice :33

ftm dombot creep ivette x subtop m reader

nsfw, somnophilia, drugging, kidnapping, dubcon, overstimulation, cockwarming…

ivette.. he prided himself in his looks. he dedicated himself to looking extremely lovely, just to make sure he's captured your attention with his eye-catching white choppy-shoulder length hair and hazel green eyes - priding himself in his build even more.. he was a little stronger than you, a lot stronger than you realistically - often going to the gym just to work up the brute strength to carry your weight,,, mastering the “sleeper build” as everyone calls it. he's been planning this all this time! nothing to worry your pretty little head about, alright? not like you would worry, when taken in by him! he's your friend! best friend! you would never be freaked out by his presence right?? you like him - you like being around him - no need to play it off by being shy…

the onslaught of a never ending rant continued rapidly throughout his mind, ivette chasing his high while staring at your sleeping figure sprawled out on your bed with the full moon as a light source to admire your features - squirming to try and keep his legs spread as he feels his lower intestine begin to coil, trying to keep his deep breathing controlled and quiet as he fingerfucked himself in the chair at your desk - letting out a soft whine as his juices slicken his puffy lips,, sloppily sliding his wet fingers over his loosened pussy, he slowly begins to relax - chest heaving and face uncomfortably hot... a face of adoration as he gazes at you, leaning back in your desk chair,, trembling, and a little dizzy, he sloppily cleans up his mess with a random article of clothing he picked from your basket of your clean laundry, huffing and stumbling toward your bed where you lay snoring silently. he sighs under his breath, pink glossy lips pouty and glancing at his fingers briefly before lifting them to your lips - dipping them past and dragging the pads of his fingers along your teeth.. sucking the combined moisture off his fingers -

he was often silent, perceived as standoffish to those not close with him.. annoying. that's all everyone assumes.. that he's just “a weirdo introvert”. which isn't far from the truth - but still! he perceives himself as happy-go-lucky and loyal as can be! can't be said about others, that much is indefinitely true.. ivette rubs his thumb over the smiling polaroid of you whilst sitting in the back of the public library whilst his fists grips a pair of cum-stained underwear in his deep jean pocket.. he was waiting for you to enter as you usually with your little group of meaningless friends… they were a little irritating. ivette was a much better choice. they didn't even check in on you daily or even regularly…

to ivette's merriment, you come in alone-! walking, mindlessly on your phone as you navigate through the bookshelves rather easily and sit yourself down at a dark, empty table all by your lonesome.. isnt it perfect?

“oh.. hey, ivette.” you greet a little lamely, peering up from your phone - there was no telling what quiet creeps like ivette could do if given the chance, it could take one insult and then they snap. you decide to be nice to everyone, as its relatively the right thing to do... “what's up?” you half-smile, turning off your phone courteously and placing it face-down on the table. you weren't close friends, but you'd say you were comfortable in some ways with each other, right? ivette is sure to feel the same way you do - maybe he's just glad to have someone not look at him all weird everytime he interacts with them…? after a bit of bland conversation - he decides to take his chance and ask you;;

“i need help moving some stuff around my place..” he appears nervous, anxious while asking… but is utterly trying to hide his arousal - shifting and squirming as he stood in place in front of you, tugging at his sweater sleeves... “i was wondering if you could help me, actually?” he looks around, as if looking for your friends… you seemed reluctant, even before answering - quickly! make it better, ivette! “i'll pay you. right now.” he interrupts you before you get the chance to reject him. your eyes widen briefly, cracking a grin. “sure, i'm not busy!” you cheerfully answer. more sweet conversation before ivette leads you out to his car…

ivette's car smells vaguely familiar. he was tapping along the steering wheel as he continues down the main road, a bit excited to help out - you fiddle with the mechanisms on the door - “mint?” ivette offers, gesturing toward the console.

“oh, yeah! mints are my favorite.” you grin, giving him a polite nod as you reach over and fiddling with his trinkets in the console - grasping the altoid tin and promptly eating several.. minty fresh breath.. yum… uh… what a strange after taste. is this a new flavor of… altoids…? hm, yeah… you chew mindlessly, the aftertaste a bit odd - but otherwise minty nonetheless to which you enjoy; eyeing the passing buildings… it wasnt long before you wound up asleep and pressed against his shoulder, drooling on his clothes…

uh - awakening with the feeling of drowsiness.. and pain. and a boner? your neck feels sore… you adjust yourself to rub your jaw - just to realize that you were bound. a searing pain along your wrists as if they were cut when really the rope tying them up was rubbing them raw... your head jerking around slowly and worriedly.. lips parted as you spot your arms tied up to the tall bedposts, in a sitting up position - bare, from what you could feel underneath the blanket covering your lower half. jesus fuck, it aches…your dick.. a wet spot, on the tip of your dick soaking through the blanket.. ivette? you wonder, chest heaving.,,

you could barely muster up your voice to mutter his name.. though, he knew what you were trying to get at, immediately hearing the shifting of your free legs squirming underneath the blanket - leaving them unbound. he decided your arms were enough, how sweet.. ivette rushes to sit at the bedside, cup of water in hand, ( he was waiting patiently in front of you, merely trailing his hands over your legs in wonder) - “hi..” he starts gently, smiling shyly as he tilts his head at your dazed form, you hum softly in reply, licking your lips and blinking your eyes rapidly. he grinned merrily, lifting the cup of water to his lips - leaning over and pressing his lips against yours; tilting your head upward gently to hydrate you - most of the water dripping down onto your chest.. you huff, shivering at the chillness of the water, glancing at him.

“you're okay, silly..” ivette coos gently, hand slickened with his pre-cum ghosting over your tear-flushed face - “i got you.. you're gonna be okay!” he chuckles softly, his face burning red for all to see… flustered, as he slowly tugs the blanket away from your lower half.. absolutely giddy as you're now awake so he can marvel at your naked form in the presence of you finally…!!! ivette kisses your cheek gently before pulling away, standing and moving about the room. basement. it seemed only the corner was properly furnished... under his home, a place of comfortability - carpeted with a king bed and nightstand… with slightly rusted pipes along the ceilings, nothing else was out of the ordinary besides the white brick walls… he wanted you to feel comfy…

“oh.. yeah, sorry.. i was too caught up in looking at your face.” he chuckles under his breath softly, reaching over to poke his index finger at your tentㅡyou whimper softly at the contact - hips bucking upward toward his single digit. “o-oh…! i'm so sorry.. you must be so pent-up..” he exhales shakily, garnering your half-lidded gaze - you huff, your only form of communication besides whining. “it'll be alright.. haha..” ivette scrambles underwear off, ( having been prancing around in one of your shirts, ) - not wanting to make you ache any longer,, he was starting to fidget in pain as well, seeing you strung up and cock leaking for some form of contact besides a sheet that you dotted with your pre..

cooing gently incoherently as he began grazing your thighs with his fingertips briefly before ivette crawls over you, grazing your stiff and aching member as he settles in between your legs, eagerly pushing forward and pressing his lips against yours,,, pulling away with a soft pop and string of saliva that he wipes away, licking the remnants off and staring at you with wide hazel green eyes full of awe as you moan softly, a gruff sound that makes him make a mess underneath him,,, he kisses you again - keeping your jaw propped up as he gently and messily makes out with you,, he pulls away, swallowing your combined spit in his mouth before he shifts his hips closer to yours; pussy nearly grazing your cock before he lays down;;

“ah, l-look.. it's all for you.. mmnh..” he squirms shyly as his gut flutters with butterflies - shifting himself to lay down;; legs spread completely and pulling apart his puffy lips with his saliva-slickened digits. his pussy fluttering upon your drugged out gaze full of wonder and adoration admiring his pink, glossy folds,,, “y-y'like it, huh…? so cute..” ivette grits his teeth, smiling oddly whilst staring at you from being sprawled out - white hair splayed out,, an angel, you thought briefly, as ivette rubs along his tdick with his index and thumb - pinching his nipple as he gazes up at you with pouty lips,,,

the white haired man breathes heavily, addicted to the way you stare at him as he finger fucks himself before you - fidgeting as he fastens his pace along his tdickㅡslipping his index and middle finger into himself, his pussy loosened enough from the mere arousal.. he still felt the need to tease you, so cruelly as he fingers himself below you.

your hungry gaze along his pussy nearly makes him cum on the spot before he was shifting himself along your lap, hurriedly…!!

“you really like what you see, that much is clear, haha.. my dick rivals yours, huh..?” he teases breathlessly, arms loosely wrapping around your neck, holding himself up with the help of your frame and the bedframe before he reaches down - spreading his lips and pushing onto your cock; grinding his folds along your veiny girth and burying his face in the side of your head - inhaling the scent of your hair before mewling at the contact of your thick meaty dick sliding along his pussy - mewling your name so prettily in your ear.. your cock pulses along his folds - lubing up your length with the juices of his pussy mixed with your pre..

“so cute.. fuck, so - so good.. filling me up so fucking good...” he'd moan under his breath while fucking himself on your cock, tdick grinding into your groin with every soft plap, fucking himself harder on your dick - your dazed mind managing to make out his words, tugging at your restraints as you buck upwards into him and forcing your cock deep into his pussy, his fingers digging into his arms as he delibrately tenses around you -

“ff-fuck, yes..” you exhale deeply, mind too fucked out to realize how wrong it was to be enjoying something like this - “c'mon.. c'mon -” you mutter incoherently, trying to hydrate your lips as try to brace yourself - trying to move your legs to support your body and promptly bounce ivette on your cock before he bites your neck harshly - whimpering at the contact as you promptly fall limp, body tense and stiff as you try to adjust yourself comfortably underneath him,, you; merely repeating, fuck me, fuck me over and over again under your breath like a drunken poorly acting pornstar…

cumming inside him relatively quickly, your hole clenching around nothing at you tug; gripping your restraints as you release your load into his pussy - he coos at you, “such a good job,,,” before he stays simply sitting on your cock with no means of getting up.. your dick had no tell of softening either.. having to deal with the overflow of cum dribbling from his pussy, whining incoherently about how your dick feels “sensitive”

“so pretty,” ivette breathes at your form, ignoring your claims and merely observing you, whining and mewling as ivette milks your cock orgasm after orgasm - his good boy - finally! to be able to fuck you like this.. pussy drenched with your cum, inside and out.. he grinds himself into your groin, eyes rolling in how deep it reaches inside him - instinctively clenching around you… perhaps.. if he just stayed like this;; holding you lovingly while your dick softens inside his pussy,, heaving and head slung over his shoulder, nuzzling into him before completely relaxing in his hold, you would love him more when you would inevitably come to,, it wasn't soon before ivette started back up again, rocking back and forth to make your cock harden inside him as he sucked along your neck, delibrately trying to get you all riled up again.,,,

sorry for any mistakes !!!

[charlesslut16]

hii my lovey, firstly i hope you had a great birthday. Secondly could you maybe write a oneshot about liam lawson. Like the reader and him are laying in bed and he tickles you to wake u up? or something like that, Thank you in advance.

❤️

-tickle attack-

summary : you wake up before liam, but when he woke up you pretended to still sleep, which ended in a tickle attack...

PAIRING : liam lawson x reader

WARNINGS : none

note : my birthday was great thank you for asking! I hope you enjoy this oneshot.

masterlist 

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Today was the Singapore grand prix, the first f1 race you have been to. You laid in bed waiting for Liam to come into the hotel room, but before you could greet him you feel asleep. 

At around 1 am, Liam came into the hotel room. He had been hanging out with Ken Smith, his mentor. Liam told you before he hung out with Ken that you should go home and get some rest.

Some time later, he was ready for bed, gave you a kiss on your forehead and a small peck on your lips, before he crawled under the comforter to pull you closer to his side.

You were always there for him. Coming to almost each and every race, he drove. Always wearing his t-shirt with his number. And always celebrating with him when he won.

You had so much love for him in you. And he had just as much, if not more, love in him. You were his angel, that came to him, when he needed you the most in his life.

The Singapore grand prix was absolutely amazing and exciting but also extremely tiring. So you were both very happy to finally lay in bed with your other halves.

In the morning, you woke up around 9. Eyes still closed, just feeling a tight grip on your waist, the sun blasting through the blinds and Liam's soft, undisturbed snores.

You could just go back to sleep, but passing out on the opportunity to admire Liam, while he was sleeping, was too good, as he was always the first one to wake from the two of you.

Reluctantly you opened your sleepy eyes, to see your boyfriend laying on his stomach, one arm around your waist, gripping tight and the other one laid under his pillow.

His hair messy yet perfect. His long dark lashes extremely showing, as he had closed his eyes. He looked so adorable. So peaceful. Like he had always told you, when he was with you, he was at peace.

You caressed his soft cheek and all of a sudden he let out a loud groan. Knowing that he woke up, you closed your eyes, pretending that you were fast asleep. You heard him chuckle.

“Sweetheart, I know that you are awake. But you do look cute, when you sleep.”

Still trying to pretend that you were fully sleeping, you decided to not give in no matter what happens. You wanted to see what he would do if you just stayed like this.

“Come on. Or do you want me to use my secret weapon on you, hm?” Liam asked, while he caressed your head. Even though you couldn't see his face, you knew that he had a smirk on it.

You did definitely not stop, and suddenly Liam started tickling you. You tried not to laugh as hard as you possibly could. But there had been absolutely no use.

He tickled you just a bit more until you broke. And then you let out all the laughter and small giggles that you had in you. You had tears in your eyes and your stomach physically hurt from all the laughing.

“Stop it, please! Please!” you said in between your laughter. As he stopped, you gasped for air, and he laughed, while he kissed your cheeks over and over again.

“Okay, I will stop if you give me a kiss as an apology.” Liam responded with a smile. You gave him a look and just as he wanted to tickle you again, you gave him a peck on his lips and then a longer one.

If this was your life from now one, you wouldn't change it for the world. Liam was your life ring, just as you were his. You were a match made in heaven, as his mother had always said.

[cannikii]

Unspoken Words

Mhin x Reader

a/n: my first tumblr fic!! :) i just played touchstarved demo n i already miss them all.. whats the solution? fic writing, duhh. requests open btw, ill write (or at least try to write..) almost anything ^^

notes: short mhin x reader, g/n reader, reader is drunk, pure fluff, i love mhin <3

mhin’s eyes widened, staring. just one step inside of the wet wick, and they already felt their anger boiling. their jaw clenched tightly, and it was almost painful, but mhin had more important things to be worrying about.

(name), sat right inbetween vere and ais. they were obviously drunk, and the other two were as well, and seemingly flirting with them.

vere’s tail was coiled around their waist, hugging them closely, and ais was snuggled up next to them, his chin resting on their shoulder.

mhin’s eye twitched. fury burned and boiled in their head, and they felt their face run warm. mhin tried to ignore it, quickly walking over to the three drunks- two of which they hated, one of which they adored.

“(name).”

(name)’s head turned to face mhin, their face warm. “mhin! i missed you.” they cooed with a slurred voice, standing up and leaning onto mhin.

mhin’s eyes widened, and they reluctantly caught them, even if the smell of whiskey on (name) made them tense up and cringe. they shot a glare at the two men that once sat next to (name). “…come on. you need to go on to bed.”

“awh, mhin..” they whine, hiccuping a bit. “thought you… thought you maybe were coming to share a drink.”

“no.” mhin’s voice comes out more sharp than they intended, making them quickly clear their throat. “just… let’s get you up to your room.”

they groaned, but made no attempt to protest as mhin hesitantly wrapped their arm around their waist, helping them up the wet wick’s stairs and to their room, ignoring the loud crowd of drunks that would bump into then.

(name) attempted to fumble with the key, but mhin quickly plucked it out of their hands, unlocking the door themselves. and as soon as it was unlocked and they walked in, (name) quickly made their way to their bed, laying down.

mhin sat next to them hesitantly, looking down at their face. they could not stop themself from staring at (name)’s beautiful features that they had come to silently admire each time they would come in contact with each other.

mhin didn’t know why they felt so protective of (name)— why they got so angry at the sight of ais and vere flirting with them.

they sighed deeply.

mhin got up to leave, but was quickly jerked back down by a hand on their forearm.

“please, stay..” (name) looked up at them, and mhin could do nothing to stop the redness that quickly leaped to their face.

“i-i, uh..” mhin desperately tried to blurt out a protest of any sort, but they could not find it in themself to. they groaned, reluctantly (but not really) laying down next to (name). despite the soft bed, which was surprising for a room at the wet wick, mhin was completely stiff and frozen still.

and when (name) slowly creeped towards mhin, lying their head down on their chest, wrapping their arms around them, they didn’t know what to do. mhin was dumbfounded— for as smart as they were, they suddenly couldn’t form a single sensible thought.

however, the sudden sounds of (name)’s soft snoring made mhin relax again, breathing out a sigh once more.

their arms slowly find their way around (name)’s back, and mhin’s body finally fully relaxes, and they watch mae’s sleeping face.

its cute, they think. everything about them is cute.

the sensation of (name)’s warm body against their cold one is something they have never felt before, and it causes their face to flush red, but they aren’t complaining, and they don’t want this to end.

the words are just at the tip of their tongue, yet they press their mouth shut tight, shutting their eyes.

mhin fears rejection (even though the one they fancy is literally sleeping on their chest), so they keep their mouth shut.

someday, maybe, they’ll tell you that they love you.

“goodnight, (name).”

[bloomries]

can you make a scenario where simeon lies his head on mc's lap and mc is stroking his hair and twirling it <3

STUDY BUDDY

﹙ ✿ ﹚── includes  : simeon (obey me).

﹙ ✿ ﹚── synopsis  : a study group that ends up with sleepy solomon laying his head in your lap and taking a nice little nap.

﹙ ✿ ﹚── warnings  : 2nd person pov. gn! reader. featuring solomon & asmodeus. is this just several paragraph of mc being absolutely in love with simeon? yes, yes it is.

"A study group?" You repeat, looking at the text Solomon just sent. Details on where and when to meet for a 'study group.' You glanced up at him, suspicious, but he just put his hands up in defense wearing that usual smug smile.

"I was just simply suggesting a way we could help each other. I've already invited Simeon, too." Your glare softens at the mention of Simeon. If Solomon notices it, he doesn't tease you for it this time. "Anyways, I know you're failing Alchemy, so just come, won't you?" And with that, he's disappearing into the crowd of RAD students.

Well, you suppose you should go— if only for Simeon's sake. You fear what Solomon would do in your absence.

Much to your surprise (not really), the study group falls apart the second Asmodeus arrives. Asmo is much more preoccupied with catching up with Solomon, leaving you and Simeon to try and study, but that soon fails as Simeon lets out a yawn.

"Are you tired? We can stop for today," You suggest, resting your chin in the palm of your hand. Simeon gives you an apologetic smile.

"Are you sure that's alright? I don't want to-" Another cute yawn cuts him off, and your heart squeezes in your chest. It was like watching a kitten yawn. Too adorable.

"I'm sure!" You say, scooting back and patting your lap. "You can rest here!" As soon as you say it, embarrassment creeps up your cheeks. Ah, was that too forward, or perhaps too cringy?

You're not unaware of the silence coming from Asmodeus and Solomon at your words. They're watching like hawks. Thankfully Simeon doesn't notice their intense gaze, nor does he feel awkward about your offer!

Simeon thanks you as he lays his head against your lap, his breath hitching for but a moment as your fingers instinctually begin to play with his hair. It's not the first time Simeon's laid his head in your lap, or vise versa, but it certainly feels just as intimate. He lets out a soft sigh as you begin to stroke at the soft, silky strands.

Despite your increasing heart rate, the moment is incredibly peaceful and serene. Entangling and curling the strands of hair with your fingers, soft snores begin to escape from Simeon. Had he fallen asleep that quickly? Truth be told, Simeon had been so comfortable before. It was like the warmest of blankets had landed atop of him, like he was laying on the plushest of beds and pillows, like he had drank some warm milk right before bed. Of course he had fallen asleep!

Though the tranquility of the moment fades as Asmodeus lets out a little whistle.

"Well aren't you two adorable?" He teases, already snapping pictures of the cute moment, and making sure to send them all to you.

"They're really made for each other," Solomon snickered. You shoot him a glare and shush him.

"Both of you quiet. If you ruin this moment for me I'll make sure to curse you both so terribly that-" Simeon shifted in his sleep, turning his head in your lap, and you froze almost instantly. Once he had gone back to peaceful slumber, you eye the two giggling men with death glares. "Anyways, be quiet or leave. I have Sleeping Beauty to look over."

And not once had you stopped the relaxing motion of playing with his hair.

﹙ ✿ ﹚thank you for reading. have a wonderful day, darling!

[the-roo-too]

minji fluff alphabet pls

candy -> kim minji ver

aka the fluff alphabet

admiration (what does she absolutely adore about you)- you’re the only person on this planet who laughs along when she calls everyone ‘bro’ and she says that’s true love 🫢🥶

body (what’s her favourite body part of yours)- minji the typa girl to love wrapping her arms around your waist and just back hugging you, i don’t make the rules 💪

cuddling (how she likes to cuddle)- you’re a mess ima be honest, when cuddling you’re not sure if you’re laying on her arm on her leg 🦈

dates (what’s her ideal date)- hear me out, taking minji to a lego shop and getting each other’s customised mini figure….. me thinks yes!!!!!:!,!,!.!! 👀

emotions (how does she express her emotions around you)- idk if you can call that ‘expressing emotions’, but you know something’s up when she stops calling you ‘bro’

family (does she want one)- maybe? it’s a yes but also a meh 🦧 minji does want some type of family with you but children are sooo annoying………..

holding hands (does she like to hold hands)- she LOVES to hold hands, especially in her dorm like 🤭🤭 hanni automatically fake gags every time she sees you with minji 🥶

injuries (what would she do if you got hurt)- my girl bends down, picks you up and usain bolt’s to the nearest hospital 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️

jokes (does she like to joke around)- i mean… let’s not forget the fact that she calls you ‘bro’ on daily basis…. minji is secretly a part time comedian, although she takes 80% of her jokes seriously

kisses (how does she like to kiss you)- hear me out, minji loves to give you forehead kisses! they’re so soft too :((

love (what’s her love language)- minji strikes me as a person who’d enjoy building legos sooo 🤭 (not the flowers, the flowers are lame) YALL CAN DEFFO BUILD THE BONSAI TREE TOGETHER

memory (what’s her favourite memory together)- when you first came to the newjeans dorm and you beat hanni at mario kart because she was whining about how clingy the two of you were 👁️ (to this day hanni holds a grudge because of that)

nighttime (how does sleeping with her look like)- if you snore minji will wake you up for the first two weeks sleeping together and go “bro…….. thats not kewl….” and go back to sleep 😭 if you don’t snore, she just cuddles you, arm wrapped around your waits and all that stuff 🫶

oddity (what’s a quirky thing about her)- calling your s/o ‘bro’ (with affection) is quirky by itself, minji wins this round 100% thank you for coming to my ted talk

pet names (what does she like to call you)- try as you might, you won’t convince me miss kim minji doesn’t call you princess, end of the discussion (she goes bro mode on you too)

quality time (how does she like to spend time with you)- either building legos (y’all are making a whole city 🫡) or playing minecraft 🤡 alternatively, you can build lego minecraft…..

rush (does she rush into things)- i mean… first thing she did asking you out was placing her minecraft bed next to yours, i’d say that’s moving fast…

secrets (how open is she with you)- she tells you NOTHING about comebacks, but overall, she’s pretty open? i feel like minji wouldn’t share everything from the begging of your relationship, but she willingly talks about things if you ask her about them

time (how long did it take for her to confess)- how long does creating a new server in minecraft, forcing you there with her, building you two a cute lil home and finishing it by dramatically placing her bed next to yours take? because that’s how she confessed 🫡

upset (what’s her reaction when you’re upset)- she’s a bit confused, why are you sad? if she’s the cause, my girl goes out of her way to earn your forgiveness :(( she ain’t the cause? minji will beat up the actual cause of your sadness (yes, even if it’s a jar you couldn’t open)

visibility (is she afraid of the public opinion)- kinda? minji wouldn’t be the one to propose coming out to public, but if you really wanted that, she would make sure you’re protected and stay away from all the potential hate the two of you could be getting

warrior (how often do you fight)- actually, small fights with minji happen a couple times a month. it’s usually nothing big, just about how she didn’t wake you up before she left for practice etc. most of those banters get resolved with a kiss mwah 🫢

x-ray (is she able to read you)- y e s; she squints her eyes as if she needed glasses, uses her magical superpower (she makes you laugh by looking silly with her eyes squinted) and checks if something is wrong 🫦

yes (how would she propose to you)- now very important, i think minji doesn’t really like change. for now, it’s cool as it is! maybe in the future one of you could propose, but for now? minji’d rather stay as girlfriends

zen (what makes her feel calm)- just quietly enjoying each other’s presence, like sitting side by side and scrolling through y’all’s phones, showing the other some funny stuff

part of [the fluff series]

[strwberri-milk]

OK BUT IMAGINE KAEYA USING POETIC RIZZ ON U 😭😭

pOv youre me thinking about this forever

Kaeya has the strongest poetic rizz but listen. Just bear with me for a second because this image has been haunting me.

He says the sweetest things when you're awake, walks you around town with candied words that have an even sweeter center. There's no pretext here, absolutely nothing as he showers you in praise and soft mumbles of how much he adores you.

His voice constantly dances in your ear, brain conjuring up new things to tell you, new ways to tell you he loves you in ways that make your mind spin.

(It doesn't help that he pulls you in so close, bodies pressed against each other as he mumbles into your neck, kisses your ear, anything he can to throw you off.)

But, it's even worse in the mornings.

His brain isn't all the way awake, so sometimes he fails to be as smooth as usual but that doesn't stop him, not at all. Where his brain fails his body makes up for it, hugging you tightly as his sleep-laced voice, this time rougher from disuse tells you what his soul is desperate to communicate.

"Sweetheart," he purrs into your ears, too tired to turn you to face him but awake enough to try and butter you up for the day.

You sigh playfully, holding back a laugh when his next words get interrupted by a yawn before he can continue.

"You are...like the sun," he starts, lazily kissing the back of your neck.

"Oh? Am I?"

"Big ball of fire...you're so hot," he ends, smirking into your skin as you laugh at him.

"Oh Kaeya, you have such a way with words," you tease, finally turning to look at him.

He's got such a look of adoration on his face it almost shuts you up. Almost.

You can't help but continue to laugh, giggling to yourself as he brushes your bangs out of your eyes and pulls you even closer to him. You don't fight his grip, meeting his lips unexpectedly as he pulls you in for a slow and sensual kiss.

"You're the most wonderful thing that's happened to me," he mutters against you, burying his face into your chest as he continues to talk.

"No matter how hard the Gods tried they would never be able to create something like you. You, are the result of something so much bigger than they are. The universe itself compounded its stardust, desperate to create you to prove that beauty exists, hosted in your being."

And there he is. Your smooth-talking, mostly coherent captain. You can tell that he means it, feeling his fingers flex as he tries to hold you tighter despite having just woken up.

You want to say something back, about to open your mouth when the light sound of his snoring stops you.

[the-phantom-author]

Hasan Piker | 9-5!gf

Is this a rewrite of three asks? Yes. Did I more to it? Also yes.

Request are open. Reblogs always welcome.

Y’all meet completely accident. It was in an elevator that got stuck for an hour. You were visiting a friend, who just got a promotion, and he was in New York for a friends wedding.

The elevator got stuck for an hour, honestly neither of you talked to each other for the first five or so minutes but it was a bit awkward being in that close of a space with another without interacting, so he asked about what you were doing first. As you spent time in that elevator you realized how easily conversation came between the two of you, and when you found out that both of you live around the L.A. area, you exchanged numbers.

At first hasan was a bit worried that he wouldn’t be able to spend enough time with you, given how much he works and what he does for work, but it didn’t take him long until he found out that you’re just as much of a work horse as he is.

As much as both of you are busy, you both start your day at the same time, your morning routine and breakfast are always reliable times for the two of you to spend together. He’ll wake up at around 6-6:30am and go out for his morning workout, come back with coffee for you and wakes you up. Morning shower/bath, going through doing your makeup, doing your hair, and getting dressed to then make breakfast.

You get off of work about two hours before he does. While the last bit of his stream is usually more fun content, you don’t get that same liberty with your job, so the two hours you get when you come home and Hasan is still streaming, you take that time to relax. Take your hair down, get into comfy clothes, make tea, read a book, whatever you need to do to get yourself out of the work head space that you get into. Even if he has calls to make or research to do, the camera's off and your able to exist together without judgment from chat.

Speaking of chat, when your on stream chat honestly adores you. At first it’s very “This is my friend y/n, she works a normal 9-5 and is bullying me into ending stream so we can hang out later.” and you start showing up as “Hasan’s normy friend”. Chat likes so much because you are so normal, unlike some of his other guests who are streamers, lawyers, journalists, and other political figures, you’re just you. You wake up and go to an office to work for 8 hours and come home, in a very similar manner as to what they do.

Chat likes to ask Hasan about you a lot. You don’t use social media, at all really, so all information they get about you is from his stream. Que chat asking if you have a boyfriend, and hasan always having to be like “She’s dating someone chat, stop asking about it”. When you’re on stream and talking about the fact you have a boyfriend with hasan right next to you, you pick on all the time.

“Yeah, I have a boyfriend, but he is annoying sometimes☺️” “WHAT DO YOU MEAN”

“He also snores super loudly.”

He’s trying to get you to take what you said back while trying to sound as detached from it as possible as to not implicate him being said boyfriend.

He fails of course, you bring him his lunch or a snack one day and as he takes it he slips up and says something like “I’m so lucky i’m marrying you”. The moment that he accidentally spills the fact that your secret boyfriend is him, it's over. Chat will not let him move in for the life of the stream. It's officially The Integration Of Hasan on stream.

Chat has soooo much respect for you. From the times that it’s just hasan telling them you’ve had a really busy week at work and won’t be on stream to the ties you walk in, still in your work clothes. You provide very practical advice while on stream as well. Talking about what to expect in the workforce, how to find jobs out of college, what kind of clothes are workplace appropriate, where you can get these clothes for cheap, what to look for in an apartment and roommates, how to keep friendships alive, ect ect. They also get the office gossip from you.

TLDR; the relationship dynamic is very "She keeps me sane and grounded and in return I keep her sane and grounded." I imagine him talking about you this way a lot. X (47:20-48:10)

[laufeysodinson]

Hell Loop

Pairing: Chris Evans x Actress!Reader

Rating: G

Warning/s: angst but then i promise it’s worth it in the end 🥹🫶🏼

Summary: “where did we go wrong?”

A/n: made me cry while i was writing. STILL inspired by after i do by taylor jenkins reid, and a little bit of cardigan by taylor swift :) OH I WAS ALSO LISTENING TO THIS LOVE BY TAYLOR SWIFT AND IT’S LITERALLY THE PERFECT SONG

there’s a line in after i do which says “just because you can live without someone doesn’t mean you want to” and UGHHHHHHH that was good. here’s my version of needing to separate for your own growth! enjoy! not proofread lol, please bear with possible errors!

pics used were found on pinterest!

“Where did we go wrong?” You sniffled, wiping your face even though the tears never seemed to stop falling. You and Chris were sitting on the ground, backs against the couch as the question lingered in the air.

You felt him turn his head to look at you, not able to answer your question.

Silence.

Not as comfortable as the one you both had been used to for the past two years.

In fact, it had been a while since the silence wasn’t deafening instead of comforting. Both of you never felt the need to fill the quiet with unnecessary noise and conversation. It always just seemed natural, until one day it felt like all you did was try. And try. And try.

And when you did try, it just seemed to piss off the both of you more and more every time.

Where did it all go wrong?

You didn’t know how long you both sat there after the umpteenth argument that started when you found an empty milk carton still in the fridge. It was funny at first, one of his annoying habits that seemed cute and was something you adored about him. But after two years of repeated “please throw it out next time,” “sorry, honey. I will.” conversations and apologetic forehead kisses you’d grown tired of it.

Endearing annoying habits turned into something both of you couldn’t stand about each other.

“No, tell me more about your day” turned into “I’m too tired to listen to this.”

Not being able to sleep after an argument turned into snoring after a whole day of not talking to each other at all.

It felt different today. No more apologetic kisses and promises to do better next time.

But there was a forehead kiss—one last time. “I’m sorry. I love you,” whispered between two lovers who knew it was better to be apart than stay together and ruin each other forever.

And so you moved out, saying goodbye to everything you’d been used to for the past two years. You said goodbye to Dodger, who just had his head tilted while he sat and stared at you when you were packing your stuff. You said goodbye to hearing him play the piano during Sunday afternoons. You said goodbye to hearing surprised screams every time Scott was around to prank the both of you. You said goodbye to early morning hikes, stopping by creeks to admire its view and sharing secret kisses, pretending you weren’t out of breath from all the walking.

Days, weeks, and months passed, it somehow got leaked to the press that you and Chris broke up. Make no mistake, of course there were haters and bashers who never seemed to tire of criticizing the both of you. They celebrated, cheered as you mourned, saying that the PR relationship was finally over.

But there was the other side, who seemed to grieve with the two of you. The other side that cheered the both of you individually as life went on and the sun shone everyday (even though it didn’t really feel like it). Movie after movie, hundreds of press interviews, award shows, and hollywood parties.

Life went on and both of you learned that you could survive without each other. But you couldn’t really live without each other, could you?

And three years after the two of you officially ended it, you’d seen each other for the first time at a party you were forced to go to by your manager.

You were talking to a man who very so clearly loved talking about himself and absolutely couldn’t take a hint after your fifth, “wow! That’s crazy!”

Until you heard someone exclaim “Hey! Y/n! It’s been a while!” Wait. You knew that voice.

Your head whipped to the sound, wondering if maybe there was something else laced in the drink you’d been sipping all night. “Chris?” You breathed out in shock, reaching out absentmindedly as he pulled you into a hug.

Breathing in and smelling his familiar scent (gucci guilty? he still uses that after all these years?), you closed your eyes, letting yourself get used to the feeling of his arms around you once again.

Both of you pulled away, the man you were talking to casting the both of you confused looks. “Wait—aren’t you both exe-“ but Chris interrupted saying, “Hey man, can I steal her off for a bit? We haven’t seen each other in years.”

Still confused, the man slowly nodded, carrying his drink off and walking off to whoever knows where. “Chris,” you repeated, still in shock. Your hand was now resting on his bicep, and his on your waist.

“Geez, yes, it’s me, Chris! I think your brain is broken,” He joked, reaching a hand towards your face and tapping your temple. You blinked, still surprised that he was in front of you and even joking with you.

He stared at you nervously. Maybe I shouldn’t have joked around too quickly?

But then you slapped his arm, your face breaking out into a grin and he tried (and failed) to dodge your attack. What he didn’t see was a server who was right next to him carrying a tray of drinks.

You watched with wide eyes as the tray went out of balance on the server’s hand and almost all of the drinks spilled on Chris. Everyone stopped schmoozing and talking to each other to look at the two of you, the both of you immediately apologizing and helping to clean up the mess.

A few minutes later, both of you were in the bathroom trying and failing to wipe up the alcohol that had already seeped into Chris’ clothes. He was wearing a white polo shirt with gray pants, and you snorted, trying to keep yourself from laughing as you turned your back on him to throw away the tissues you’d used up.

“What?” He asked, crossing his arms over his chest. He was already smirking even though he didn’t know what was so funny.

You pressed your lips together as you looked back at him, glancing down quickly and looking into his eyes once again. You weren’t subtle at all, so he looked down and groaned, knowing what you were laughing at. “Yeah, yeah, laugh it up.” He grumbled, but the corner of his mouth curved up so you knew he wasn’t really annoyed at all.

You burst out laughing, “y-you… did you pee your… oh my god…” You couldn’t even continue, laughing so hard that your cheeks started hurting and you were sure that you’d wake up with 8-pack abs the next morning.

Chris uncrossed his arms, leaning with one hand on the sink. He was smiling at you, and it was the kind that made you just want to run up into his arms and stay there forever.

Unfortunately for him, you were too busy laughing.

And that was how it all started again.

You were scared, knowing that the first time almost made you both despise each other. But now you were older, a few years wiser, a thousand times better at communicating your needs and a little less toxic to others you dated after each other.

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And a year after that night, he picked you up from the airport, coming home to Massachusetts exhausted after two weeks of press for a movie of yours that just came out. You bought chinese food for take out and you were parked outside the store, eating your food inside the car.

“How was the trip, sweetheart?” He asked, opening up the food and handing it to you. And then he listened intently to your story, with you wildly gesturing your hand around with the chopsticks in between your fingers. When he laughed with you after you told him the crazy story about your co-star’s giant dog chasing around a squirrel that had somehow gotten inside the hotel, you quietly said “I missed you, though.”

“Hm? What was that?” He teased, his eyebrow going up.

You rolled your eyes lovingly, leaving the chopsticks you were holding inside takeout box and putting the container in between your thighs. You reached both of your hands towards his face, squishing his cheeks.

“I missed you sooooo much, guppy!” You exclaimed, and squishing his face even more. He was laughing, trying to say “I mished you too” but it came out all funny because of how you were holding his face.

You let go, the both of you snickering and smiling at each other at a random parking lot in Massachusetts.

He pulled off his cap, placing it over your head. Your eyebrows rose, “wow, to what do I owe the honors of wearing your hat?”

He laughed, that “hehehe” making your heart flutter inside your chest. And then he just smiled at you, staring at you and seeming to study your face. Your face was heating up and you knew that if you touched your cheeks it would’ve felt like you had a fever.

He reached inside his pocket, pulling out something you couldn’t quite see because it was easily covered by his large hand.

He let out a breath and looked at you, still with your brows raised in question as to what was happening. “What is it, babe? Tell me.” You said softly, putting your hand on his thigh and stroking it comfortingly.

Your brain couldn’t quite comprehend it when he opened up his hand and lifted the top of what he was holding. His hands were shaking, and the first thing that came into your mind was “oh that’s sparkly.” OH WAIT THAT’S SPARKLY-

You gasped, your eyes shifting towards his and both of you immediately tearing up.

“Yes!!!”

He laughed again, his right hand going to his left pec. “Honey, I haven’t even asked you yet!”

“Well—okay, sorry! Go on!”

He sighed happily, holding your left hand with his right.

“I had a speech and all—but honestly it just went straight out of my mind when I took out this ring and you just immediately said yes with no hesitation at all.” He paused, pondering on what to say next.

“The years we spent without each other was one of the hardest things I’d ever gone through. Especially when we realized that maybe we didn’t make each other happy anymore.” Tears started falling down your faces, remembering how difficult it was for you to not pick up the phone and beg him to take you back.

He looked straight into your eyes and said, “But without a doubt I know I’d go through it all over again because now I know that it would still lead me to you. That it would lead to this.” He chuckled, sniffling. “You’d asked me before which memory would replay over and over again if I was stuck in some sort of punishment in hell—a hell loop, you said?” You nodded.

“I’d pick those three years I wasn’t with you, because there’s comfort in knowing that the next ones after that I’d spend the rest of my life with you.”

You were now an absolute mess, trying not to sob too loud as you listened to his impromptu speech.

He let go of your hand, touching your face to wipe the tears away. He took the ring from the box, the both of you waiting in anticipation for him to finally ask you the question.

“So,” you already knew he was going to joke about it first because there was a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Will you hold this ring for me until I find the on-ow!” You laughed with tears still streaming down your face as you hit him, “stop being such an asshole!”

He snickered, “alright, alright!”

Now turning serious, he grinned. “You ready for this?”

“Chris, I swear to god. I am going to say no if you keep—” and this man… This man you loved so dearly with all that you had in you shushed you and put his finger on your lips.

“Will you marry me, y/n?”

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[hoonsangel]

“Home”- Choi Jiung

paring: idol!jiung x gn reader

genre: fluff, fluff, and comfort (so fluff.)

wc:1.01k

a/n: this is honestly self-indulgent I wrote this so long ago when he did his unboxing live and wrote it all in one-night 🫣 but I'm just now getting around to editing and revising it I hope you like it and think I did my man justice🫂

You’re not sure when you fell asleep nor the reason

maybe it was from the lulling sound of his fingers tapping away at his keyboard or the low hum of the song he was working so diligently on. Your brain may not have figured it out but your body was perfectly in tune with the reason. It was the comfort he gave you simply from his presence. The safety you never thought you’d feel from a person. Yet here, someone who represented that sat in your line of sight. Even in your sleepy daze, your eyes find him. A small smile on your face at the sight of him reassuring your body that your home was nearby and allowing you to drift back to sleep.

Jiung was lost in his song, leaned back in his desk chair, eyes closed, trying to figure out what was missing from his passionate side project. Going over the lyrics in his head before a tsk is released from his mouth. His head dropped in his hands as he took a spin around in his chair from the sheer power he put into his act of frustration. Looking up he’s met with the view of your sleeping figure, quiet snores slipping from your lips. His heart picks up for another reason.

Making his way over to you he starts to examine your facial features he believes he never got to see enough. Something he blames on his idol life. If it was up to him he knows he would never stop admiring you. Memorizing you so well inside and out, he could describe every beauty mark and crevice in detail. He didn’t notice but his hand had started naturally gravitating towards yours and had already made itself comfortable. Looking down at your intertwined fingers mentally saving this memory of you one he’d come back to when he couldn’t see you in person or missed you too much to put into words.

You and Jiung had never clarified what you are. You were comfortable with the intimate touches and the more than friend-like things you said to each other. You both thought just being there for each other was the right fit. So nothing was out of the ordinary when he proceeded to place a tender kiss on your forehead effectively waking you out of your partial slumber and you clasping your arms around his neck drawing him closer to you. His arms instinctively draping around your figure your face buried in his neck you mutter “I'm sorry” he slightly pulls away to see your face “for what” almost in a whisper “for falling asleep, I just wanted to see you so bad I didn’t sleep so well these past few days” you say with a yawn.

Jiung can’t help but find your stretched face adorable taking this chance to bury his face in the crevice of your neck pressing soft kisses to the skin. He sighs, the hot air brushing against the previously adorned skin “No, I'm sorry I made you lose sleep.” Grasping his face in your hands you’re finally able to see him clearly after the sleep in your system somewhat started to subside. Coming face to face with an equally as tired boy the stress of his schedule weighing heavily on his expression “It seems like we both lost sleep” the playful tone sitting on the end of your words. A deep chuckle is heard from him and a genuine smile, something you haven’t seen in what feels like forever as he snuggles into your hands, kissing the wrist.

“You have no idea” the smile still playing on his lips “Come” is all you say as you stand from the small couch in his studio. You pushed the blanket he had placed on you sometime during your nap earlier while saving him from the squatting position he had been in this whole time. Your intertwined hands are being used to your advantage, his side project seemingly forgotten as you drag him to the living room couch of his dorm making you both sit. His eyes trailed behind you as he allowed you to do whatever plan you had suddenly thought of. The lovestruck expression on Jiung's face during this interaction was hard to mistake it was obvious to anyone who saw him, he couldn’t hide it if he wanted to.

Yet you didn’t notice, you were too busy settling the blanket between the two of you, making it as even as possible. Your hands had been released sometime during the shuffling but they found their way back as they always do but this time it’s accompanied by his hand guiding your chin to press a slow but short kiss to your lips the type that leaves your lips parted and a slight heave in your chest. A squeeze on your hand brings you back down and your gaze is directed at him who seems unfazed by the unsaid words that were present in the kiss his eyes trained on the TV in front “look forward this is important for later” referring to the movie he had put on in your mental outing.

As the movie progressed you switched to partially sitting in his lap. Your legs are thrown over his. your head finding solace neck as he makes soft circles on your back. He knows when he hears the same soft snores he heard earlier in the night you had drifted off. Shifting you to his bedroom should’ve been easy yet how was he supposed to follow his original plan when you say “let’s just stay here…please” His body makes another decision for him that night. Laying his body next to yours, Your limbs start to fall into place, fitting together like pieces of a puzzle. Your back pressed to his chest, heartbeats synchronizing with each other as his brain becomes hyperaware of the rise and fall of your body remembering your breathing to be his best lullaby successfully letting him have the precious sleep he had been missing in your absence.

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[yunjardi]

my heart bel♡ngs to daddy [series]

[young sugar daddy jake x fem.reader au]

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[click here for this series's masterlist, general warnings, and playlist]

[‼️chapter warnings‼️: smut [mdni], DADDY KINK YALL THIS SERIES IS LITERALLY CALLED MY HEART BELONGS TO DADDY, unprotected sex, use of sex toys, bulge kink, breeding kink, hickeys, cockwarming for .5 seconds, love making, getting each other off, dirty talk, usage of the nicknames princess, baby, and slut, fluff???, angst] lmk if i missed anything

*sorry if there are any grammar errors

read chapter 1 here

read chapter 2 here

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chapter 3: the price to pay?

after getting home from your little adventure with jake at the luxury vintage shop, you two immediately began to finish what he had started in the dressing room.

"jake, fuck!" you moaned out loud as you felt your orgasm fast approaching. jake wanted to try something new, so he ordered you to hold a vibrator at your clit until he was done getting his way with you. "feels good, doesn't it, princess?" jake asked teasingly as he looked into your teary eyes, almost crying from the amount of pleasure you were feeling, "hold still for me, okay? try not to squirm to much." he said as he put himself all the way inside you again, making you cry out in pleasure as you tried to stay still for him.

he looked you in your pretty eyes and smiled at how beautiful you looked while moaning helplessly underneath him. his eyes traveled down to a little part of your stomach where his cockhead made a little bump show through, making him smile more. "you're taking me so well, baby," jake whispered in your ear as his thrusts slowed down so that he could focus on going deeper to hit your sweet spot.

"s-so big," you quietly squeaked out as his tip continued to hit spots inside you that you didn't even know existed. he chuckled as he slowed his pace, kissing you while giving you and himself a small sliver of time to take a breather before starting again.

"already cumming for me. so cute," jake cooed followed by a groan as you felt him empty himself inside you for the second time tonight as he gently rested his body against yours, turning off the vibrator for you and still not pulling out, "i wish we could keep going, but i don't wanna make you too sore." he smirked followed by a chuckle as he gently planted a kiss on your forehead. as much as you also didn't want him to stop, he had a good point because you had already done a number of sexual things with him today, so you were already bound to be a bit sore in the morning. if anything, he was doing you a favor.

"i'm gonna have to spoil you more tomorrow," he said with a breathless chuckle as he lifted himself off of you and pulled out, bringing your intense sex session to an end.

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you woke up, a bit sore down there as expected, in a king bed next to a still knocked out jake who had his arm around your waist, holding you close as he let out little whistle-like snores. you almost didn't want to get up because the feeling of his skin on yours was so intimate and sweet and-

'y/n, stop it,' you thought to yourself as you shook off those romantic thoughts of jake, especially since today's the day that you're finally going to met up with jeongin.

...but god he was so good-looking. even in his sleep he looked like a fucking model. you felt bad that you'd have to shimmy out of his embrace to get ready to go to your only class of the day because he looked so comfortable against you. but gently, you shifted your body so that you could slide out from his hold, trying not to wake him.

just then, you heard a few little sleepy grumbles come from him when he realized that you'd gotten out of bed. "y/n," jake said in a sleepy voice, "where are you going?"

he sounded adorable when he was pouty, and it angered you how irresistible he was. "i have class, jakey," you said as you slipped on one of the simple outfits that jake had bought for you last night, "i'll text you as soon as my class is over. now, get some more sleep, okay?" he let out a soft hum in response, and you left the room to rush to the underground train station to get to school.

you (somehow) managed to make it to your class, and you vowed to yourself that you wouldn't let jake be too big of a distraction because you only had 2 more months of school left before you graduate, and you couldn't risk fucking things up. but god, it's gonna be hard.

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after barely paying attention to anything your professor said, you walked out of the lecture hall to wait for jeongin outside so that you two could leave immediately after he got out of his class. waiting for him made you super nervous because it'd been awhile since you last hung out with him, and you didn't know what to expect though it couldn't be bad; jeongin was one of the sweetest guys you've ever interacted with.

just then, you spotted him across the street, waving and beginning to approach you. his smile was so refreshing and sweet, and for a second you swore jake disappeared from your mind at the sight of jeongin.

once you two were both on the same side of the street, he pulled you into a friendly embrace and told you how excited he was to hang out with you again. "it's so nice to be hanging out with you after such a long time," you smiled as you two began to walk to the boba shop together. he nodded in response to your comment. "yeah, of course," he smiled back shyly, his cute dimples showing, "i know we've both been busy since graduation is coming up."

though it was a decent walk away, you and jeongin soon arrived at the boba place since it wasn't too far away from campus. once you went inside, the familiar scent of a café hit you immediately when jeongin held the door open for you in a sweet and gentlemanly manner which made you smile shyly.

it wasn't too crowded inside, so it didn't take long for the two of you to get your drinks and find a place to sit. once you guys got comfortable, you decided to be the one to start the conversation.

"so," you started, "what's your plan after you graduate? do you plan to stay in the city or are you planning to explore other areas? i'm just curious because i know you'll find a place to work right away anywhere you decide to go after graduation since you're so smart." you smiled brightly as his face began to turn pastel pink at your flattering comment. "well, i'll probably stay in the city for a bit to work at my family's law firm and we'll see what happens from there, but my overall career plan is a little rocky in all honesty," jeongin said sweetly with a little awkward laugh at the end, "i'm just gonna let life do its thing and hope for the best."

he was always such a sweet and positive guy which is why you were attracted to him in the first place, but the longer you hung out with him throughout the day, you realized how your feelings for him had changed. you used to be romantically attracted to him in a way that you were willing to start a relationship with him, but now that jake was in your life, he now only gave you the vibe of somebody's cute brother that you couldn't help but feel butterflies around because of their adorableness. you couldn't help but feel somewhat guilty at this realization.

was the real price that you were paying jake your love life and not your body?

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getting home in the evening after hanging out with jeongin felt like a stress reliever even though the only things stressing you out were your own thoughts and feelings and not jeongin himself, of course. you plopped down on your couch with a sigh as you took off your sweater, draping it over one of the arms of the couch as you sunk yourself deeper into the cushions. your mind raced with thoughts of jake that you wish you could ignore. suddenly, as if he'd been waiting for this exact moment, you got three text messages from him, so naturally you unlock your phone to read them.

jake🤍: missing you tonight 💕

jake🤍: [see attachment]

jake🤍: [see attachment]

you opened up the photos to see a sexy picture of him laying in his bed; a view of his jawline and below while the only thing covering his lower half was the duvet that you two were tangled in together the night before resting just below his v-line. the next photo was a cute and soft picture of him with a pouty face, chin resting on a pillow and looking at the empty spot on his bed where you usually laid at night.

you hated how boyfriend-like he acted. not because you didn't like him in that way, if anything you probably had more feelings for him than he'd every have for you, but because you already felt yourself falling for him. you loved and hated that feeling; the feeling of falling in love with the person you swore you'd never fall in love with.

you stared at your phone for awhile, not knowing what to say because you were afraid of the fact that you were beginning to see him in a romantic way. you were trying so hard to convince yourself that you felt nothing toward him to the point of literal tears.

you felt stupid. stupid for liking jake. stupid for thinking that you could possibly mean something to him. and most of all, stupid for crying about him, but still, you sent him a message because you were so weak when it came to him.

you: miss me? come over then

you quickly turned your phone face down after sending him that bold text while literally crying over him only for your phone's text ringtone go off just seconds after. slowly, you turned your phone over to reveal his text message on the screen.

jake🤍: i'll be right over, princess

jake🤍: make sure you make some room on the bed lol, i know you have a lot of plushies laying there next to you, tell them that i'm sorry i'll be taking their spot on the bed tonight hehe

you couldn't help but smile at his second text message as you dried your eyes, now feeling a bit like a drama queen. realizing that you had to make yourself presentable before he arrived, you rolled off the couch and into the bathroom to change into some cute pajamas and fix your hair a bit so you looked like less of a mess. with one last look in the mirror, you left the bathroom and went back into your bedroom to make room on the bed for jake and as per his silly request, you said a quick sorry to all of the plushies you had to move off of the bed.

by the time you were done picking up some clutter that was freely laying around your room, the doorbell rang. not wanting to keep him waiting too long, you stop what you're doing, take one last quick look in the mirror, and head over to open the door.

you were met with a very casually looking jake who was dressed in a tight black workout shirt and grey sweatpants. he wore this outfit as if he wanted you to drool over him, which he probably did now that you thought about it. he had an expensive-looking full-leather black coach monogram backpack, and in his hands he had a little black box with a pretty cream-colored ribbon tied on it.

"i missed you so much, princess," jake said cutely as he pulled you into a tight hug. your head rested against his warm chest, his cologne blinding your senses as you listened to his heartbeat. once you guys finally stopped hugging, he presented you with the little box. "i got you a little something today," he beamed cutely as you took the box out of his hands, opening it slowly to reveal a tennis bracelet made with

heart-shaped diamonds, "if it's not your style we can exchange it-"

you shut him up with a kiss as he wrapped his arms around your hips. "it's beautiful, jake," you said as you adored the way it sparkled, "daddy spoils me so well, and that means i have to pay him back now." he smirked at your comment as he took the bracelet out of the box and clasped it onto your wrist. "what are we waiting for then?" jake asked as he snaked his hands down to your ass, giving it a spank followed by a firm grip which made you let out a yelp in surprise.

eagerly, you pulled him into your bedroom in an almost desperate manner which he took as a green light to start making moves on you. jake lifted his shirt off, revealing his extremely sexy body that made shivers go down your spine every time you caught view of it. seeing him begin eagerly undress made you even more needy for him, so you began to take your clothes off until all you had on were your matching bra and panties.

"such a pretty girl," jake said in a sexily possessive manner as he inched himself closer to you, "and she's all mine too." your eyes lit up and you nodded as you began to leave kisses down his neck, making him groan at the feeling. you both took turns kissing all over each other's bodies as you exchanged dirty words. kisses turned into hickeys and the dirty talk turned into moans of pleasure as you two slowly began to touch each other where you were both most needy.

jake slowly and teasingly led one of his hands down your lower abdomen until he reached the waistband of your panties where he toyed with the elastic for a second before fully putting his hand inside them, making you gasp when you felt his fingers against your sensitive clit. you took this as a queue to slide your hand into his boxers to feel how hard he was. you pumped his length a few times before he decided to slide his a finger into your soaking wet entrance, making you let out a soft moan at the sudden pit that formed in your stomach as jake also let out a string of curses at the feeling of your hand against his painfully hard member.

"jake," you said desperately, "please fuck me." his ego seemed to be stroked by your neediness as he smirked and took his fingers out of you to fully take his boxers off and throw them to the side, giving you a full view of his big cock. you moaned at the sight and began to take off you panties that were already a wet mess. "my princess is always so needy for both daddy's money and his cock, how cute," he said mockingly as he lined himself up with your entrance, looking into your innocent eyes as he slowly slid his thick length into you, making you let out a moan at the way he stretched you out. thank god he was so good at foreplay or he probably wouldn't be able to put himself inside you at all.

his head fell into the crook of your neck as he groaned at the way your walls clenched and tightened around his member as he slowly started to thrust in and out of you. you let out a gasp as you bit your lip, his cock already hitting your sensitive spot every time he rolled his hips against yours. you gazed into each other's eyes as pleasure engulfed both of your bodies, becoming moaning messes together. his slow and gentle pace made the fire in your stomach burn more intensely than if he were to go rough.

"you feel so fucking good," jake moaned out as he reached over to hold the hand that was dressed in the diamond tennis bracelet, "you're gonna make me cum so hard, princess." you looked up at him as you squeezed his hand. "w-want to be filled up with daddy's cum," you moaned out helplessly. "oh yeah?" jake whispered in your ear, "cum for me and i'll return the favor, slut." just then, he guided your free hand down to your clit and ordered you to play with it as he continued to thrust himself deep inside you.

you massaged your clit to further stimulate your already overstimulated pussy as he pulled his cock all the way out of you only to slam his full length back into you multiple times until you felt your orgasm building up. without warning, you let your cum run down his veiny cock as your walls violently clenched around him, jake hissing at the feeling as he let his face fall into your neck. he left butterfly kisses down your neck as shoulders to calm you down from your orgasm as you felt his cum coat your still sensitive entrance.

he stayed on top of you for awhile, his cock still inside you and your legs still wrapped around his waist. you two stayed in that position until your heartbeats calmed down, jake rolling off of you once he caught his breath. such a big part of you wanted to stay in an intimate position with him for hours and hours, but you had to keep reminding yourself of what your reality is:

jake is not your boyfriend, so don't let him occupy your mind as if he is. jake doesn't love you; he loves spoiling you. you don't mean anything to him.

you let out a sigh at your realizations but disguised it as a deep breath, pretending that you were just tired from having sex with him. he reached over onto the floor and picked up a stuffed animal that you had moved off of the bed to make space. "sorry you had to see that," jake apologized to the stuffed animal cutely as he gave it a little kiss on its head, handing it over to you to do the same before getting cozy under the covers to spoon you. you smiled shyly as you turned your back to him, accepting his gesture silently as you hugged the stuffed animal, light tears falling from your eyes and into its fur.

it was time for some distance.

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a/n: hi gang lol sorry it took awhile for me to write this. as some of you may know, i'm also working on a long one shot (click here for the teaser) so this chapter came out later than expected. still, i hope that you still continue to enjoy this series while also looking forward to my new stuff too <3

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[gaybananabread]

How about 6 for TodoBaku for the Tickletober event? Love your writing btw!!

Absolutely! I haven't written for this ship before, so I hope I did it justice. Enjoy!

Lee: Todoroki

Ler: Bakugo

Ship: TodoBaku

Summary: Todoroki won't cuddle him to sleep, so Bakugo finds a way to tire him out.

Warnings: swearing (by Bakubabe). This is a tickle fic, so if you don't like that, scroll away!

Dusk settled around U.A. High, bringing the chilly day to an end. The students were tucked away in their dorms, winding down. It was the perfect weather for fuzzy pajamas, pillow forts, and snuggling up under the covers. Two students were making the most of the cooler weather, cuddling in bed while the day began to end. Bakugo and Todoroki, 1A's class-proclaimed power couple.

They were in Todoroki's dorm, making use of the large bed to sprawl out a bit, warming each other under the rich covers. Bakugo was already drowsy, the time, as well as the comforting atmosphere, readying him for sleep. Todoroki was wide awake, scrolling through his phone, entwined with the other. As the clock neared 8:30, the blonde grabbed his boyfriend's phone, tucking it in a bedside drawer. "C'mon, it's late. Time to sleep, half-an'-half."

He smiled at this, but didn't comply. "It's 8:27. Unlike you, I can't just fall asleep before 11. I can still cuddle, but I need something to do until then." He reached for the drawer, only to be pulled back down. "Sleep, damn it. If you really need something to do, I'll it to ya."

Completely missing the ominous tone of that message, Todoroki nodded. "Sure. A break from the phone actually sounds nice." A little stunned, the blonde cleared his throat and gestured next to himself.  "Lay with your back facing me, but press in."  He did as he was told, only slightly suspicious of his requests.

"Put your arms above your head." Now he could sense the oddness of the positions, but cautiously raised them, trying to work out his plan. As soon as Bakugo's arm came to hold him in place, it all clicked. He began to squirm in the blonde's hold.

"B-Bakugo, don't." When he looked into Todo's eyes, Bakugo could see the giddiness behind them. He bet that if he let go, the candy-cane boy would be very disappointed. "I'll be nice."

He fluttered his fingers in the boy's armpits, making him rethink his choice of a thin sleep shirt. He tried holding in his giggles, but when the blonde dug in, he broke.

"Bahahakugohoho!" Soft, precious giggles filled his ears, melting his heart. He smirked and ran his hand downwards, spidering on his ribs, down to his sides, and finally landing on his belly. His squeal was utterly adorable.

"IhihiIHIT- ihihihi CAHAHAN'T!" His laughter switched octaves, like flicking a switch. Bakugo even joined in, softly laughing at his boyfriend. "Hehey, calm down. I'm barely even touchin' you."

The teases made it worse. He kicked his feet, trying to dull the tickley sensations spreading out from his stomach.

Just when he thought it couldn't get any worse, he slid his hand under the human candy-cane's shirt, scratching at his navel. He absolutely lost it. "NAHAHA! QUIHIHIHIT IHIHT!" He thrashed, bucking his hips, anything. Though it was only for a few seconds, the sensations felt like they lasted forever.

Even after he stopped, Todoroki could still feel the tingles on his poor belly button. He curled up, getting out the last of his laughter. Baku rubbed his back, smiling at the cute puddle in front of him.

"That was unnecessary." He chuckled. You're tired, arent you?" He inhaled to respond, but all that came out a yawn. More chuckles. He stretched out his arms, laying back down on the bed. "C'mere."

Meer minutes after he suggled up, Todo was asleep, soflty snoring in Baku's arms. The two boys were asleep in each other's arms, smiles on both their face. In both their opinions, the day had ended perfectly.

[more-cardigan-than-woman]

The Babysitter - Day 6

Summary: You and Jason head to the shelter to play with the kiddos.

Theif!Reader x The Red Hood

4k

Warnings: SMUT 18+, chocking, breath play, size kink, praise, deg, swearing, kids.

Prev

“Eggies, Eggies, Eggies for big strong me. Big strong men need to eat all the eggies and make them stronger," you sing to yourself as you fry your scrambled eggs in the pan, your ass swishing as you sing into your spatula trying very hard not to focus on what happened yesterday but the more you seem to try and distract yourself the more Red pops into your head.

Yesterday was something else, it felt different, more intimate than any other encounters you've ever had. Like someone was actually seeing you for the first time and fuck, were you seeing him all sharp edges and pointed looks until you got him naked, then you saw his soft stomach, those gorgeous squishy thighs, his touch that was gentle while still being firm, fuck. What is he doing to you?  

Rolling your eyes at yourself, you keep scrambling the eggs, your mind wandering to yesterday. You barely left your bed, instead choosing to spend day getting to know each other better, well… at the very least you got to know each others bodies better. Shit, it was one of the best days you’ve had in a while, definitely a rest day if you ever had one. You didn't even fight, choosing instead to forgo most words, just a whole bunch of soft gooey words that never seemed to end and seemed to be fueled by the lust lacing the stuffy air of your room. 

When you woke up early and Red was snoring like a trooper, you figured it would be nice to repay him for all those times he made you cum, "gonna take little presents and give em all to the kiddies,” you continue to sing, not hearing the sounds down the hall, “but first gotta make these eggs!" 

"G'mornin," Jason says, his eyes still full of sleep as he runs his hands through his tangled curls. The loud scratchy noise of your singing had woken him and he had to come and check that it was a cute a picture as he imagined and he was right, fucking adorable. Shit, after yesterday all he wants to do is drag you back to bed, to spend all day making you cum again even if his cock is aching and his muscles are sore, like he went two rounds with Killer Croc. He leans on the door frame, watching you stare back at him, your tank top and panties combo doing fuck all to deter him from reaching out to you,, "what are you up to so early in the morning?" he asks, crossing his arms and tilting his head to the side with a wide smile on his face.

"Making breakfast," you gesture obviously to the pan full of eggs, taking a sip of your coffee, “pots over there if you want some.”

"Do you even eat eggs?"

"No, but I noticed you bought some." You turn towards him with a worried expression on your face, "do - Do you not like eggs? Because I can make something else,” you move hurriedly pulling the pan from the stove and sitting it on the sink,  “well not a lot. But I could make hash browns or there's some yogurt. I could make muesli and yogurt and I’d offer toast but I think the breads gone bad. Do people not like eggs anymore? I thought everyone liked eggs, shit I-"

"Eggs are fine,” he stops you mid ramble, his arms holding your face close to his chest. “I appreciate the gesture,” Reds fingers graze along your spine in a soothing stream, “Thank you," 

"Good, because honestly, this is as fancy as I can do,” you smile up at him, “Wanna grab a plate?”

“Yeah, just need one more thing,” his fingers climb up your spine, brushing against your jaw and tilting your head up, his lips gently brushing over yours, “Good girl, do I get a plate for my eggs?”

“Since you asked, no,” you laugh, deliberately pulling out a bowl and emptying the eggs into it, before plopping it down in front of him, “Here ya go,” Jason stares down at the bowl of definitely over cooked eggs. Enjoying the proud smile on your face and he can’t help but smile back.

"Thanks." He tucks in, he's eaten worse but shit it could use some salt or pepper or even just less time on the heat. But he doesn't want to appear ungrateful or to piss you off so quickly after you’ve been so nice as to make him breakfast, so he eats them without complaint. 

“Are you coming to the shelter with me? Or am I chill to go alone,” you ask grabbing a tub of yogurt and relishing at the fresh taste of the coconut as you lean on the opposite side of the counter,  “Because, like I totally get if you don't want to come and I promise try my best to stay outa trouble. Not like it’ll be hard, how much trouble can one woman and a whole army of kids even get into.”

“Knowing you,” he takes a sip of his coffee, “a lot. What time are we leaving?”

Xx

“Patsy! I'm here!” You shout over the crowd of kids who are currently wrestling each other for the best treats on the large table Patsy set out. You recognise more faces than you wish you did, but some of them look meatier than last time and that's something at least.

“Indeed you are,” Patsy says as she approaches you with a large equipment bag in her hand, “and I see you've brought your friend back.”

“Yeah, I hope that's ok. Figured we'd need the help and I just know the kidlets are going to love him. Are Janie and Laurie here yet?”

“They're waiting for you outside.”

“Yo! You came back!” Tom and Keely shout, tugging on your hands, “Can you show us-” their eyes finally notice Pasty standing behind you, “how to apply for tax relief,” they cover poorly.

“Yeah little dudes,” you muff their hair, “maybe my friend can show you how to write a cover letter,” you wink down at them and they bounce up, high fiving each other while glaring at Jason who sticks his tongue out at them, making them laugh.

“Would you mind if I spoke to your friend before you both take the kids out to play?” Pasty interrupts, shooing the children away.

“Yes, sure thing I've got some things to do first anyway,” you smile genuinely, adjusting the heavy bag on your back as you head into the storage room where all the bags for the kids are kept.

“Hi Pats been a while,” Jason says, certain that he’s going to have the worst dressing down he’s gotten since the time Alfred caught him eating the parfait he made for Tim's birthday, alone at midnight.

“Mr Todd, it’s been a long time. I had hoped for longer, but I’ve never been lucky.”

“Yeah,” he scrubs the back of his neck nervously, “Ah, sorry about that,” his eyes search the hall, where had you gotten too, he sees a door near the back swing shut. “nearly 10 years I'd guess.”

“Longer than that dear, but it's very nice to see you.” she tilts her head, seeming to take in just how much he’s grown, “I just hope you’re not here to cause a ruckus like you did the last time you graced my door.”

“Oh, yeah. I'm sorry about that Pats. Boomer he just-”

“I know exactly what he is, Mr Todd, but we are here to help everyone. Can you assure me you are not going to cause any issues today?”

“Best behaviour.”

“Good. Now go find your friend, she means well but trouble seems to follow her around,” Patsy peers around the room, noticing the kids starting to get rowdy, “and keep those kids out of my hair while I prepare lunch.”

“Can do.”

Xx

“What you doing there trouble maker?” Jason asks, eyeing your hand in one of the backpacks. He has to put his hand over his mouth to cover the laugh at the tiny jump you made when he shocks you.

“Don’t sneak up on women!” you snap back, “I’m not doing anything,” you quickly pull your hand back, an annoyed expression on your face until you register who the voice belongs to, “oh, just you,” you pull out a bag of jerky and hide it in the next backpack, “I'm just leaving the kidlets some treats. I know it can be hard out there and sometimes finding a little treasure can help.”

“That's very sweet of you,” he kneels down to your level, “can I help? Because pats wants us to take them outside.”

“Yeah, that’ll be quicker,” you hand him a bunch of things, “the kids' names and ages are on the bag. Do you think you can figure out what's appropriate?”

“Did you buy all this stuff?” He asks, looking at the miscellaneous items in his hands.

“I think we already know the answer to that,” you smile as he shakes his head at you, “now get to work I reckon we got 2 minutes before she comes looking for us.”

Xx

“Ollie pass me the ball,” you shout to the young kid, “quick I'm open.” Ollie ignores you, instead passing it to Red, “Oi! Ollie! I thought we were friends?”

“He’s bigger,” the boy shrugs.

“Take a shot Ollie,” Red winks, “You got it, go for it,” he encourages him, passing the ball back. Ollie takes the shot from the 3 point line and cheers as it goes through the hoop. “Yeah dude, good job,” Red praises him, picking him up and spinning him around fast and you notice all the kids looking on in envy as Ollie giggles like a mad man. 

“Who wants to go next?” you ask, bouncing the ball between your legs.

“Me me!” Sophie yells, running around you in a speedy little circle, “I wanna go!”

“Ok Soph, here ya go!” you wink at the little girl, “Can I be on your team?”

“No, I want him!” she points at Red and you can’t blame her, “He's so big, well totally win,” she smiles her toothy smile at him and his heart almost melts at how adorable she is.

“Ask him then.” 

“Umm, will you be on the my team?” 

“How about we have one last game, because I can smell lunch. You guys just pick who’s team you wanna be on.”

“Ok!” The kids all shout in unison running over to stand behind you and Red. He's so good with them, so good in fact that he's been carrying Janie around on his back and you’ve never seen her smile more.

With you teams set you start to play the kids running amok trying to make their way around Jason legs as he passes to one of the smaller ones, “go on ray shoot,” he encourages the small boy.

“Too high, I'll miss.”

“Easy fix,” Jason hoists the boy up, practically holding him at the hoop while the boy tosses it through, “good job buddy.”

“Lunch!” Pasty calls through the door and like a flood the kids wash past you almost getting tangled in your legs.

“1 on 1,” Jason suggests, he just needs to have you to himself for just a moment longer. The kids were great, but the real joy was seeing how happy you were playing with them and the sheer joy.

“Think you can beat me without chucking anyone around, Macho man?”

“Know I can.” he steps up to you, his chest pressing into your back and his head towering over you.

“You're really good with them,” you comment, sticking your ass out in an attempt to push him back.

“So are you,” he swipes the ball from you, his hand slapping your ass as he moves, shooting and scoring in one go, “they're good kids.”

“Yeah, they deserve some time, just to be kids,” you sigh, “they never get that, well they do more now than before. You really are- hmmf.” You're cut off by his lips pressing into yours, his arms wrapping around your middle and hoisting you up so your legs circling his waist and the bag falls to the ground with a thud.

“I’ve waiting to do that all day,” He steps you back until your back hits the wall of the building, “the fuck are you doing to me?”

“Nothing you're not doing to me,” you hold his huge head in your hands bringing him in for another kiss, “we should go inside though.”

“Just a little more,” his hands grip your ass, grinding your pussy onto his gorging cock, “I just need-” his full body pushes you flush against the wall whole you make out. Not noticing the tiny faces all pressed to the windows watching you and giggling.

Xx

“I'm fucking pooped,” you breath as you unlock the door to your apartment and nearly collapse onto the floor.

“Yeah, those kids are cute, but exhausting.”

“Very, but I still got some energy.” you stare at the stream of sweat running all the way down to his pretty fucking ass, “I feel hyped up from all the sugar we ate and maybe like I could fight a dragon.”

“Is this your annoying way of telling me you wanna fight?” He leans over closer to you, his voice low on your ear, “Because I’ll fight you any day, trouble maker.”

“What should be fight about?”

“Do we need a reason? You’ve yet to have one before.”

“And if I win?”

“What do you want?”

“I wanna know your name Red, you're real name.”

“and if I win?”

“Whatever you want,” you agree, not really understanding what you're promising.

“Done, shake on it,” he laughs when you raise your hand to your mouth spitting on it before presenting it to him, “spit shake it is,” he does the same. 

“You ready trouble maker?” He pulls you close, bending down so his nose grazes yours.

“Ready to win,” you smirk, quickly pulling your hand from his and slapping him across the face before you turn on your heel and launch yourself behind the couch,

“It doesn't count if you cheat!” He yells, lunging after you, his huge body making it harder for him to maneuver around the tiny space. 

“Sure it does, just means I'm crafty,” you taunt him, poking your tongue out as you chuck a cushion at his face.

“You better hope I don't catch you,” He throws the cushion back with force, knocking you back on your heels as he jumps over the couch to stand over you. You scramble back, managing to put some distance between you while he watches, his eyes fixated on your bare legs to notice what you're doing.

You kick up, flipping and landing a blow on one of his massive shoulders, hurting yourself more than him, “Hey rude! Stop being so hard! You hurt my foot!” You protest, clambering to your feet, and you swipe his leg with yours but again, the impact seems to clash your ankle, “no fair, you're the one cheating.”

“Oh,” his tone pitying, his huge body towering over you and making you feel so small as you start to back up, “my little trouble maker,” he stalks towards you, his eyes lowered and hungry, “you got me,” he laughs deep and sinful, “but I'm just so much bigger than you,” your back hits the kitchen counter, and you try to hold onto it, your hands reaching out for anything that could possibly injure him, “and so much stronger,” his hand snaps out grabbing a hold of your hair and tilting your neck back, “it's hopeless for you to fight me,” his other massive hand wraps around your throat, lifting you by the jaw and bringing your lips to his, “I got you,” his breaths into your kiss, “tell me that I won.”

“You win,” already panting at how he's holding you, your feet dangling in the air, “take whatever you want,” you try to suck in a breath.

“I plan to,” Jason sits you on the counter when he notices your pretty face start to go red, “you going to be good for me?”

“No.”

“Perfect, that's what I want, my bad girl,” he rips at your clothes leaving them on tatters on the kitchen floor, “be bad for me.”

“Fuck you,” you kick at his thigh, not hard enough for it to hurt you, more like a tap really but it has the desired effect.

“Fuck me? Really? Your pussy certainly wants me to,” he jokes as his fingers swipe through you, 

“You did this to me, you wrecked me. I'm so broken and it's all ya fault.”

“You still talking? Oh, you really are being bad today aren't you?” His thumb circles your clit as his fingers slip inside you, “And after you were such a good girl for me yesterday.”

“Yes, I'll never stop. You think just because you're some macho, fucking asshole you can intimidate people into doing what you want, well fuck you. Fuck your stupid hair and fuck your dumb jacket.”

“Mouthy,” he fucks his fingers hard into you, “little, bitch,” he presses his hand over your mouth, “I want no more cheek outa you and when you feel like you can behave I'll let you breath again.”

You dig your nails into his back in response, dragging them down and leaving claw marks in their wake. Your teeth gnash out to try and take a bite of his palm, but he clues into what you're doing, pulling his fingers from you to slap them into your clit.

“Bad girl, such a bad, trouble making,” he slaps you again, his fingers grazing inside you, teasing and torturing you all at once and you feel like your eyes are going to pop outa your head with how tightly he is gripping your face, “little slut, you're going to come on my fucking fingers without making a single noise,” he slaps you again and you can feel his hard cock pressing into your thigh, when did he take his pants off? Fuck who cares? 

You feel the pleasure building and building inside you, your legs shaking around him as your back arches and you press your pussy further down on him and grind out your pleasure. Red keeps slapping your clit, each one sending you more and more insane. Your screams grow louder and louder, muffled by the sure grip Red has on your face. Your pussy goes from sensitive to tingling, shattering,  your cum soaking Reds fingers, leaving you shaking on the kitchen counter.

“Good girl,” sweet kiss falls onto your clit, “taste so good, but I want my prize.” He grabs your legs, hooking them around his waist, “and I know my prize is in here, can I take it?” He asks, releasing your mouth, his fingers moving to grasp at your tits and toy with your nipples. Fuck he wants to hear you scream fro him, but he's going to get that now, he's going to take what he wants from your pretty body and fuck, you’re going to give it to him.

“Yes, take it. Fuck, you've already ruined me what the fuck else could you do?”

“Hmm, I do love surprising people,” his hard cock slips through your sensitive pussy making your whole body shiver and quake. He wants so badly to tease you to draw it out like he had done over and over and over yesterday, but he can’t wait any longer. Your pussy envelops him, your walls already clenching and clutching him, sucking him in further and deeper until he's right inside all of your guts. “Fuck, you're so full of me, my bad girl, you going to take all that I give you?”

“Yes, Red,” you push down, trying to get some movement going when his hand pushes down on your lower stomach.

“Still, for now,” he pulls back slamming into you, “I wanna fuck you so hard and I want you to take it for me, do you think you can do that?”

“A huh I can, I can take all of it.”

“Good girl,” he fucks into you so hard, your face contorting with so much pleasure he can hardly believe how lucky he is that your letting him do this to you again and again.More than that you like it, love it even, he presses hard with his hand and you make a face like you've just seen God so he does it again and again and again until your pussy is clenched so tight around him convulsing like music at at rave and it takes all his willpower not to let go. 

He slows down allowing you to catch your breath before he picks you up, his strong hands gripping tightly on your ass, those strong biceps almost like a fucking seat for you when he flexes his cock inside ot you. “Where we going?” You ask, as you cling to him not wanting his cock to fall out of you when you're so sensitive

“No where, I'm gunna fuck you right here,” his fingers dig into your ass as his nose nudges at your neck, “you ever been fucked standing up trouble maker?”

“Yes,” you admit, knowing that he'd be able to tell if you lied and not really having the energy to give a fuck when he moves his hips and hits so deep inside you.

“Not like this you haven't,” with an ease only someone as massive as Red could have he lifts your hips before slamming you down on his cock, “wanna know what mg prize is trouble maker?”

“Yeah, I told you whatever you want.”

“I want you to scream my name while I fuck you.”

“Red,” you pants, you voice so lust filled as he licks at your neck and his breathe fills your ears, “Red this is so fucking hot.”

“No,” he bites down onto your pulse point, “my name is Jason,” he somehow fucks you even harder as you grind down onto him.

“Jason,” you test the word on your lips on a whisper. It feels weird like somehow not grand or scary enough for such a man.

“Please say it again,” he begs his fingers growing tighter as his legs start to shake, 

“Jason,” you repeat, your clit hitting right on his stomach making you moan even louder.

“Fucking hell, I can’t-” he moves bending you over the counter with his hand on the back of your throat pushing your cheek into the cold marble, “keep saying it my little trouble maker.”

“Jaassson, I'm so close.”

“Good girl, Cum on me and I’ll fill you up.”

“Yes, fuck Ja- yes- please please please,” you explode with Jason's name on your lips and his cum flooding you. You let out a huge breath before you collapse into a lifeless husk of a woman on the counter.

“You did such a good job for me,” he litters kisses onto your back, “took it so good my trouble maker,” another kiss while his hands caresses your ass, “do you need anything?”

“Cuddle please,”

“Easy done,” he pulls out of you, scooping you up in his arms and carrying you to your couch, laying you down on top of him.

“Can I tell you a secret?” you whisper, your hands tucked under your cheek as you start to drift off.

“I love secrets, lay it on me.”

“Before you, before the Red hood, those kids, they were fighting for their lives but after you took over,” you yawn, “they feel safer, like do you know how much they worship you?” your hand starts to toy with the hair on his chest, your voice almost a whisper, “You wanna know why I didn’t shoot you when you broke into here?”

“Because you have crap aim?”

“No!” you tug gently on his curls, smiling when he winces, “because I know how quickly this city can go back to being a shit show and even if some people don't agree with your methods, those kids are proof that it works.”

“Thanks trouble maker, I try my worst.”

“Jason,” you look up at him, his eyes almost glazed over, “Thanks for trusting me with your secret.”

“If you tell anyone I’ll kill you.” he jokes, peppering kisses into your hair.

“You could fucking try.”

The Last Day

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Series: Pokemon Horizons

Characters: Main plot: Murdock, Friede, Rockruff Mentioned: Dot, Blanca

Ships: FriedexMurdock also called Capncrunchshipping or Airfryshipping

Summary:

Murdocks little sister and Dot's mother Blanca allowed Dot to stay at the ship and Murdock is glad about that, but he feels that he didn't do much for Dot yet, but Friede and Rockruff are their for him to cheer him up. (Includes kissing <3)

Murdock just finished cleaning up the kitchen, gently carrying a softly snoring Rockruff in his arms who kept him company while he was doing the dishes. Or to be more exact the little puppy tried to stay awake but adorably failed and fell asleep anyways. Of course Murdock told his puppy several time it's okay to go to bed without him, but Rockruff refused this offer so a small giggle left Murdocks mouth. When the chef arrived in his room he gently layed Rockruff down on his pillow to not wake it up and covered the now rolled up fluff ball with a blanket. He kissed the little puppy on it's head, earning a soft yawn as respond. The cook couldn't help but smile at this cute sight before letting himself fall down, now sitting down on the edge of his bed. No wonder his little angel is so fatigued. The chef would lie if he said today wasn't exhausting for him as well. He defintaly wasn't prepared for his sister Blanca to do a surprise visit. He loves his little sister with all his heart, but sometimes she can be a bit hard to deal with, especially when the subject is Dot. At the end everything went well and he felt relieved that mother and daughter finally could have a proper conversation, hopefully understanding each other now. But for some reason he still felt sad and frustrated. The cook tried to shook away those feelings, heaving out a deep sigh when someone suddenly knocked at his door. Murdock was caught so off guard that he wasn't able to respond immediatly. Friede who was standing outside knocked once again adding a "Hey it's me. I'm coming in." before opening the door and making his way inside. What awaits him was a slightly startled Murdock sitting on the bed, staring at him with wide eyes. "Hey Murdock!" the professor beamed a smile at his friend "I figured you are here! Do you mind if I come in?" Murdock blushed a little, swiftly looking away being slightly embarressed "P-please come in. Sorry for not responding right away I got lost in my thoughts...a lot happend to today ya know..." His face turned into a grimasse, awkwardly smiling at the other man, letting out a chuckle while scratching the back of his head. Friede could sense something was troubeling the cook so he decided to find out with a rather unique approach.

He walked closer to Murdock gently grabbing the chefs face to give him a short but soft kiss. He could tell that Murdock wasn't prepared for that, because the cook winced at this sudden action. After Friede broke the kiss he started to delicately open the buttons of Murdocks shirt "I think you need some distraction..." the white-haird man suggested tenderly while purposly getting as close to the other mans face as he could. Murdock on the other hand just closed his eyes not saying a single word in return, letting Friede continue, without becoming active himself. But that just gave Friede the confirmation he needed. Something clearly was bothering his friend to the point that not even seducing him can draw him away from his distressing thoughts so Friede stopped right there. Murdock who still had his eyes closed didn't even realized that the smaller man already pulled back and was now sitting right next to him instead.

"Okay what is it?" the white-haird man asked with a concered voice. "W-What do you mean?" Murdock abruptly replied still being confused. "I'm trying to seduce you here but I don't get any reaction from you, instead you seem spaced out." The professor explains eagerly hoping his friend would open up and tell him what pains him right now. What he didn't expected was that Murdock in lieu just panics, thinking he hurt Friedes feelings, by rejecting him. "I- I'm so sorry...I didn't meant to destroy the mood! I'm gonna be focused now I promise!" With that being said Murdock hastely tried to kiss Friede but was stopped by a hand delicately put on his mouth. "STOP! That's not what I came here for!" the professor shouted, realising his attempt of distracting his friend backfired. "I'm the one that has to apologize! I already could tell all day that something is bothering you, but I didn't wanted to pressure you and hoped you gonna tell me yourself when you feel like it..." Friede paused for a moment, to collect his words to get sure he doesn't say something to upset Murdock even more. "So I hoped I could at least distract you from your distressing thoughts, even if it's only for a short moment...I would never take advantage of you like that! I'm sorry!" Friede explained desperatly with a guilty sound in his voice, now looking at the cook who was just staring at him with his big brown eyes. Friede didn't grasped that he was still covering Murdocks mouth with his hand, until the chef gently grabbed said hand to slowly push it aside. "I-It's okay! Don't worry I know that...it's not that I don't want to...with you...you know..it's just I can't clear my head from those negative thoughts right now and that frustrates me because I know those thought are just silly and..." Murdock didin't noticed that his body started to shake a little and got stopped mid-sentence by a gentle squeeze on his left shoulder. That sudden touch startled him a bit and made him look at Friede out of reflex. His friend wore a soft and understanding smile, making Murdock feel less anxious right away.

The cook now began to fidget with his fingers and took in a deep breath before he broke the silence that had settled over the pair. "I don't know how to explain...I mean the thing is...I'm so happy that Dot and Blanca finally could have a heartfelt conversation. I truly am but..." The chef had to stop again, biting his lip to wipe away a tear and to steady his shaky voice. This didn't went unnoticed by Friede so the smaller man now took Murdocks left hand into his to encourage his best friend to continue. "I'm so thankful that you could animate Dot to come aboard the ship and that Liko and Roy were able to make her come out of her shell more. She finally found such precious friends so I'm sure she gonna be fine now matter what happens. When she talked to me for the first time face to face after months I was so happy. I know that wasn't even a real conversation but still..." Murdock had to pause once again, catching his breath and steadying his voice. Friede got more and more concerned with every new thought that Murdock shared with him, but he doesn't want to interrupt him fearing he might shy away before he hears the end of it. So as much as it pains the white-haird man to see Murdock like that he decides to just keep listening for the moment, sqeezing his friends hand tightly.

After the room was filled again with silence for a brief moment Murdock continue, voice still shaky. "I'm so overjoyed that Dot seems to start enjoy the world outside of her room, that she starts to find joy in eating...that's more I could ever ask for...but...but" he paused shortly to inhale deeply. "I can't stop feeling like I only keep annoying her..." Murdocks voice kept getting more and more unsteady with every sentence and he had trouble controlling his breath but kept going, squeezing Friedes hand back. "She almost blocked me once and I can tell that me worrying about her makes her feel uncomfortable. I understand that but I just can't help it! I can't just turn off those feelings. My sister trusted me to take care of her precious little girl, but I feel like the only thing I do is bothering her and..."

"THAT'S NOT TRUE!" Without thinking those words bursted out of Friedes mouth, letting his heart speak for him. "The only reason I was able to convince Dot to join the crew was because YOU asked me for help and trusted me to deal with your niece!" "But..." Murdock tried to protest, but got stopped by Friede shushing him "Please let me finsih talking first okay?" the smaller man insisted with a determined face. Murdock couldn't bring himself to argue against it any further so he nodded in aproveal, getting a soft smile in return. Inhaling deeply the professor proceeded with his speech. "You kept making sweets for Dot until you found something that she liked, you always appreciate her feelings, not pressuring her to do things she feels uncomfotable with. You are a worryward, that's just how you are and that's okay, all of us know that, no one blames you for being worried when she wanted to go shopping, you still let her go, even though you were a complete nervouse mess until she made it back safely!" Friede noticed that Murdock looked away in embarressment, avoiding eye contact, but he had to keep going. "Yes it was Liko who had thethe idea how to include Dot to the picnic, but she couldn't have done it on her own and asked for your help to do so right?" "Y-Yes but.." Murdock started to stutter but Friede didn't let him time to come up with an excuse. "YOU only focuse on what others have archieve and keep undervaluing YOUR own efforts. YOU are always there, making sure she has everything she needs while respecting her feelings. If YOU haven't trusted me with YOUR feelings and YOUR wish to help Dot she wouldn't even be on the ship now, wouldn't have found friends and wouldn't have started to have fun outside! YOU are supporting her with all you've got and give her a safe space she can feel comfortable in. She can always count on you and I'm sure she knows that!" Friede hesitated to go on the moment he saw tears started running down Murdock's face "Do..Do you really thinks so?" the cook asks in disbelieve, the words barley leaving his mouth. The professor instantly pulled his friend into a thight hug "Yes I do!" After hearing those words Murdock completely broke into tears, sobbing hard, burrying his face into Friedes shoulder, hugging him firmly while he felt his friend gently rubbing over his back to calm the big man down. It didn't took long until they got interupted by a concerened "Wuff?" Both pulled away from the hug to watch the little Puppy trying to get on Murdocks lap, eyes filled with a worried look. Murdock was still sobbing softly and was busy wiping away his tears so Friede took the lead. "Don't worry your Dad will be okay!" He tried to assure Rockruff while petting it's head, but the puppy still wasn't convinced and now stood up on Murdocks lap, frontpaws pressing against his Dads chest, letting out another concerned "Wruff?" The cook cleared his throat and finally was able to speak again, wiping away more tears before picking up his puppy, gently hugging it. "Sorry did we wake you up?" Rockruff promptly started licking the chefs tears away still being skeptical. "Don't worry I'm okay now I promise." Murdock added and luckily this finally was enough to reassured the little puppy and it started wiggling it's tail in excitement. The three sat there silently for a while when Murdock suddenly let out a heartful laugh, pulling Friede and Rockruff into a tight hug, uttering out a cheerful "Thank you!"

[chrisevansdaughter]

Ooooo okay okay....what if....what about their first Thanksgiving together??? Omg please they'd be so adorable! 😭😭❤️❤️

Better than any medicine ever.

Mention of anxiety & meds :)

Thanksgiving with them would be so sweet and I can imagine it going a little something like this….

It was Chris’ first thanksgiving with Seb in Boston finally after always having conflicting schedules and filming dates usually meant they were never home even to see their families let alone each other.

So waking up in his master bedroom with the love of his life next to him quietly snoring away. It felt like a dream someone was going to rip away from him. But it was for real..

“Babe… are we going to get up so we can start prepping for everything to come over later?” He whispered peppering kisses along his partners exposed arm.

“Hmmmm - what? Yeah give me like 2 more minutes” Seb mumbles inaudibly.

“Okay love, 2 more minutes.” He chuckles as seb nuzzles into his chest more. Mumbling already asleep how much he loves Chris and he doesn’t want him to leave since it’s an anxious thing for him.

“I’m not going to ever leave my love… ever…” he whispered carding his fingers though his hair.

After a long 2 minutes *more like 2 hours..*

Cut to two super solider built men in comfy clothes, in chris’ kitchen with an open bag of flour involved…

It was carnage. Absolute carnage.

“Babe stop” Sebastian laughed at Chris whilst trying to finish the pie filling.

“What? What do you mean stop - he chuckled at his partner’s expression - I’m just trying to help” he said sprinkling some flours on to the massive island that they were working on.

“Don’t.. you. Dare. Christopher.” Seb tried to say that just knowing what his golden retriever boyfriend would do. Full naming him wouldn’t do much…

Much being absolutely nothing.

“Ahahahaha, don’t full name me but… flour attack” he shouted towards the end.

“Christopher!” He screamed.

Yeah… you could probably guess what ensued.. flour was EVERYWHERE literally, even dodger had flour in him.

After the flour fight happened, and it got cleaned up.

The cast was over, and we’ll just say Chris and Seb thought they didn’t know that they were together well. That’s what they thought… oh how wrong they were.

Chris got a bit anxious during dinner so excused himself from the table to go to the kitchen to calm down and maybe take some meds to help since he’s got meds that can help pre panic attack anxiety that comes out of no where.

Seb knew he wasn’t doing well today as the time got closer for them all to come over, it got worst so he followed his love into the kitchen to help.

Hugging him gently, he whispers sweetly that he was safe and okay, 5 minutes after whilst Chris was still cocoon in his chest safe from the anxiousness that this dinner brought. He heard shuffling, looking over at the archway of the kitchen he lightly laughs at the cast looking lovingly at the couple. He just knew they knew and he was okay with that.

In classic RDJ fashion the next thing that came out of his mouth even made Chris laugh.

"It's about time you two stopped dancing around each other and got together" all that was heard was an uproar of laughter.

And that made it all better.

Better than any medicine ever.

Hey bubs I hope you enjoy this! And i hope it’s what you wanted out of your idea coming to life.. love you loads :)

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