#hnnnn I didn’t know you posted him baby

[kiddiesmores]

hai asf KCHBKBHFV i really love love ur blog and i was wondering if i could request a tsukki x top male reader smut wherein the reader gets jealous bc tsukki keeps spending more time with kuroo HAHAHHAHA

warning: vv nsfw. bratty subby tsukki! dom reader. kinda angsty. kuroo just be chillin. dirty talk. tsukkis kinda ooc but oh well.

i hope you enjoy lovebug <3

Bad manners? Bad communication.

“You’re aware you’re not the only person I talk to, I can hang out with as many people as I want.”

“I never said that tsukki, all I said was that you’ve been spending a lot of time with kuroo and you haven’t spoken to me in 2 weeks.”

Training camp went on for two weeks, you being at basketball, and tsukki at volleyball. The whole two weeks you tried to get in contact. You knew he brought his phone so why isnt he texting you back? Is he sleepy? That has to be it.

Right?

Now camps over, still no fucking contact. So yeah youre a little fed up that your boyfriend isn’t texting you, but hey, he’s still posting that rooster haired bitch on his story.

Of course you had nothing against kuroo, you and kuroo met through tsukishima. But fuck can he give you your baby back :(.

New notification

Hyëënuh: you seem pissed lately what’s up with you?

You looked down at your phone, kuroo texted you. How sweet.

You: Tsukki hasnt talked to me in weeks, idk if i did anything but 💔

Hyëënuh: bruh. want me to cancel me and his plans so you both can hang out? maybe yknow...👉🏼👈🏼 wink wonk

Ohoho kuroo tetsurou you sly bitch

You: Ugh youre so gross, i love the way you think 😼

Hyëënuh: 😼🤙🏼

And thats how you and tsukki got to where you are now 😀. Arguing in your kitchen.

You took in a deep breath and sat down at the table, your head in your hands. “I just,” you sighed, “Did I do something? Baby why are you not speaking with me? Do you like him?” Tsukki scoffed, “I’d never like him, don’t do that.”

Slowly walking up to your seat, tsukki ran a hand through your hair. “I didnt want to annoy you..” he whispered. You looked up, no longer a scowl on your boys face. Just those soft, doe eyes only meant for you to see. “Oh kei.. you? Annoy me? Never.”

Your arms sliding around his slim waist, pulling him down to sit on your lap. Rubbing up his back as tiny sniffles left his nose.

He was crying. “Don’t cry baby, It’s okay.”you cooed. “I didn’t want you to feel that way.” he choked.

Pulling his head into your shoulder, you kissed his tears and stroked his red cheeks. It’s out of character to ever see tsukishima like this. To everyone else at least. He’s your baby. Your salty, sexy, bratty baby.

Coaxing him with your voice, he slowly came out of his saddened head space, now needing some extra attention.

Those bedroom eyes. God you loved them. Especially after he got done crying? Ugh he’s breath taking. “You need something angel?” you ask, biting the soft flesh on his neck, destined to make dark mark. A mewl left his throat and he clutched onto your shirt, biting down on it not to make another sound.

“Oh no we can’t have that now can we?” you say, standing up with him wrapped around you. You held him by the thighs, walking to your bedroom.

Tossing him on the bed, you slowly slipped off your shirt, watching his eyes stare at you through those glasses. “You made me wait weeks for you tsukishima,” he shuddered at your tone, “I think you can wait a few minutes yeah?”

He was about to protest, “I-“

“Shut up.“

He closed his mouth. I guess he deserved that. Slowly his voice started to come back to him. You want him to be a brat, he’ll show you a brat.

Next thing you know his hand is down his pants, stroking himself and moaning obnoxiously.

Yeah, we’re definitely not having that. You thought, dropping your pants and walking over to the bratty boy. “Aww, how cute? You think you’re doing something huh?”

That bitch had the AUDACITY to smirk at you. “Feels better then you do anyway. Mmf-“

Shoving two fingers down his throat, tsukishima sucked harshly. “Oh i’m in for it.” He groaned mentally, licking and lubing up your fingers while you yanked his pants and underwear off, exposing him from the waist down. You retracted your finger from his mouth and trailed them down from his stomach to his pink hole.

“You ready kitten?” Tsukki nods. “Good, be a good boy and turn on your tummy for me. Can you do that?” He nods again, not trusting himself to talk. Especially when you talk so sweetly to him.

Opening the cap to the lube, you rubbed the gel on the two fingers tsukki sucked on.

Hearing the cap open, he turned his head to look at you with a “Was my sucking not enough?” scowl on his face.

“Just in case baby!” raising your hand in defense. He rolled his eyes and plopped his face back down into the comforter.

Finally, you entered one lubed finger into him, making him hiss. Moving it in and out at a steady pace, then adding the other finger. Tsukki started growing impatient, making him tense. “Mmm, trust the process baby. I can feel you tightening around my fingers, feels good yes but I think you can guess where I’d rather feel that. Hm?”

Tsukki grumbled for you to just fuck him already, making you laugh loudly. “Ah, leave me hanging for some weeks then ask for me to fuck you immediately? Have I spoiled you too rotten? Maybe I should teach you some manners.” You rambled, lubbing yourself up in the process. “My pillow prince. Here you are, ass up- back arched and you’re telling me what to do?”

You spanked one cheek without warning, and he screeched.

“Thats what I thought. You do need proper training again, I guess all your manners left in those few weeks. A shame.”

Slipping into him, you both shared a deep moan, fuck. Feeling his insides clench around you like this? Even though he’s stretched? You could cum right here. It doesn’t feel like he’s been touching himself at all. Well, not his as at least.

Ugh, you’re so in love.

Too lost in your own thoughts, you didnt even notice tsukishima begging you to move.

“Please y/n, I’m used to it. Please move. Please fuck me, I need it. So bad.”

Another laugh, “There you go sweet boy, saying please. Maybe you do have some home training.”

You snapped your hips, finally all the way inside. His breathy moan leaving his mouth, clawing at your sheets. He needs more. So much more. The way you feel. He feels full. He feels hot.

He’s so ready. Ready for you to ruin him the way only you know how.

“Lets make the best of this, what do you say kei?”

He nodded frantically, feeling you slide out and push back in. “YES!”

A wicked smile grazed your lips as you thrusted and pushed inside the boy. Groans and moans bounced off the walls of your bedroom. Skin slapping and the bed creaking were also prominent but the only thing you wanted to hear was Kei. 

“How’s it feel baby? You like this? You look so pretty like this angel, fuck if you could see your face right now. So red and sweaty, those glasses fogging up.” 

“Ah, mmn, hnnnn” Was all you could get as a response. Tsukishimas fists were bawled up so tight, fighting himself not to cum yet.

He knew you hated when he came without permission. 

“Think kuroo could make you feel like this kei baby?” 

Wh-

“N-No. Never..” he whispers as your dick pounds into his aching hole. Your hands gripped his hips, making him slam against your pelvis. 

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck, dadd-AGH. Please, I’m gonna cum i’m gonna cum i’m gonna-” 

You shoved two fingers back into his mouth, which he sucked on again. 

Your body leaned forward, your lips by his ear, “Kei baby, You aren’t coming for a while. Even when you do i’m just gonna make you cum over and over until you feel numb. Maybe by the end that head of yours will finally have me imprinted so deep you will never forget who you belong to.”

Sadly, that pushed him over the edge. His body tensing, his hole tightening around you, making you halt your motions. The poor boys vision went white.

Sweat falling from his head and his breathing slowing down, tsukki looked back at you. Your hard stare made him shiver.

He’s in more trouble now.

He looked back at the head board.

“B-before you punish me,” he starts, “Let me take off my glasses..”

Annddd scene. I hope you guys liked it, it took a lot of energy ehehe. Im not too good at nsfw stuff yet and i’m still trying to see what works and what doesnt hehe. LOVE U GUYS 💗🌸

#kiddiewritez #tsukishima x reader #tsukishima kei #haikyuu!! #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu headcanons #tsukishima smut #tsukishima headcanons #tsukishima imagines #tsukishima x male reader #sub tsukishima #kuroo tetsuro #smut

[clenastia]

I really liked your post about the multi-fandom fanfic involving Voltron, Gundam Wing and some other fandoms. I would have loved to have known what it was about. Given the time frames of both series, it's not impossible that one series could be taking place at some point in the other series' future, or they could be alternate realities. GW has Newtypes who could be part alien, and Duo who looks like a genetic mashup of the VLD paladins and whose lineage has never been revealed in GW canon.

Look, when I say it was embarrassing and weird as FUCK, I mean it lol.

Duo and Lelouch faked being married in order to smuggle a baby out of the country and it only got worse from there.

It actually wasn't gay at all though, it was definitely NOT fake-to-real marriage or anything like that, Duo just had the longest hair so he got nominated to play the wife and didn't protest quickly enough.

The plot honestly only grew more ridiculous from there, to the point that if I actually DID end up writing a multi-crossover I'd probably completely redraw it from the ground up to be something a little less humiliating to release into the world :D

I feel like Keith would be both exasperated and really really confused with Duo's general Duo-ness. (in that fic idea, Keith, being a canonically AWFUL actor, could not be trusted with all the shenanigans from the much more plotty-sneaky characters around him. He did not appreciate this. At least until he realized what they were getting up to and decided that being as far away from the chaos as possible was a Good Thing. Tragically, he kept getting dragged into putting up with their bullshit catastrophic mess that was only PARTIALLY Lelouch's fault, honest)

(Dude was in the weird god-elevator with the power of human consciousness. That does NOT mean he was responsible and he won't be taking criticism)

(also a rather necessary piece of information, my introduction to Gundam Wing was by reading Vathara's Upon A Fiery Steed, and THEN checking out the anime)

(I keep wanting to check out the manga, since I've heard it's MUCH better than the anime, but reading manga online frustrates me and I just haven't had the money to buy em yet - I'm finishing my Fairy Tail collection first, I made it to volume 40!)

(...only 20 left to go)

(anyway! At this point completely-human Duo is just really strange, thanks to Vathara, and I have a couple different custom alien races I usually give him, at least in the AUs that don't have magic)

(Duo and Keith would bond over being half-alien if only Keith could exist in the same room as him without feeling the need to strangle Duo with his own braid)

(Duo's also Pidge's age. And canonically a decent mechanic)

(they'd get along like a house on FIRE and it'd be great)

(at least if you had both their canons moving at the same time, though in my original fic idea, Duo was actually a bit older than Keith due to the timeline shenanigans for that one)

I actually didn't know what Newtypes were until I googled it! I've actually only seen Gundam Wing, since like above, I watched the show SPECIFICALLY because of a fanfic I really liked, and it looks like those aren't a thing in Wing-verse!

But that is pretty cool that it's a canonical thing...

Hnnnn I could do stuff with this...

*must resist temptation*

Anon, please know that if I wake up tomorrow and end up writing any sort of space fic, I'm blaming you (affectionately)

SATURDAYS ARE WRITING DAYS AND YOU GIVE ME THIS ASK ON A FRIDAY AAAAAAA THIS IS A CONSPIRACY ISN'T IT?

#AAAAAA MY VERY FIRST ASK #EXCITE #clena's super embarrassing 5-way crossover of which no further details will be offered to spare myself the shame #but like #I did like some pieces of it #and maybe I really should see about adapting it into something a little more palatable... #Update: Voltron Season 8 rewrite still haunting me #maybe if I write voltron-gundam crossovers it will finally be silenced #but like what if it isn't #what if it haunts me forever #until i do it #...voltron season 8 rewrite with added Wing 0 #...bad brain #no dont do that #look they're both teams of five people with special spaceships okay #Give Shiro all the migraines 2k21 #the main cast of gundam wing are 14-15 years old #and everyone knows Shiro wants even MORE child soldiers to worry about #poor guy #clena rambles #i can't give a short reply to save my life #as most of my commenters on AO3 can testify #all the essays all the time #hope you don't mind anon!

[justanothermaniac]

It's so much fun exploring different Valeska dynamics in fanfiction.

If you guys read some of my stuff on ao3 you might already know that, but, while I'm a huuuge sucker for soft, wholesome twins au, I love their canon dynamic as well.

Jeremiah (my baby) is already such a BITCH pre-spray.

The smugness in his voice when he tells Jim and Harvey about how different he and Jerome are from each other, and his audacity to LIE about Jerome trying to kill him, hnnnn, I wanna punch him in his perfect face. He's cute and soft but so snarky and pretentious at the same time, it's amazing.

And later, when he meets Jerome, he's so absolutely terrified of him but he just can't stop himself, he has to rub in his face how good he is and that Jerome was born bad, like, he's literally pointing a gun at you, would you shut UP. It's beautiful to watch, especially since Jerome seems so absolutely unimpressed by it. The small smile on his face as he listens to Jeremiah ramble, "I tried telling mom but she didn't wanna listen to me" and Jerome is just like uh-huh. He's so used to it and maybe he even missed it a little, I just 💖

And don't even get me started on post-spray Miah. AH.

He's such a diva. A sparkly, sassy better-than-u-peasants boss ass bitch and I'll never get over the fact that we didn't get to see him interact with Jerome. Can you imagine the potential, I don't know whether Jerome would be absolutely intrigued by what he created, or just plain amused or annoyed as fuck. Probably all three of them. He'd constantly be provoking Jeremiah and get in his space, like he did before, but even more smug, knowing exactly that he finally corrupted his goody-two-shoes baby brother. And Jeremiah looking at him with this cold, bitchy expression, trying to pretend like he doesn't want his zombie of a brother to hold him down and fuck him raw.

In short, there's endless potential with these two, countless dynamics to explore and FUCK, I love that. I love them.

#gotham #twinleska #jeremiah valeska #jerome valeska #dynamics #oh my god i have so many ideas to write still #fuuuck but no time

[tiptoelightlypastmymind]

YO I WANNA HAPPY VENT ABOUT A THING THAT LIKE HAPPENED TODAY SO HERE WE GO

okay so like i’m driving for lyft right and lalalalala it’s kinda dead af bc it’s the first “nice” day we’ve had here in chicago for a long time (40 degrees and we are SO excited lmao) ANYHOO so i pick up this dude up at northwestern and first off he has a rly unique name for a guy that i promptly mispronounce (RIP me) but like he was super chill about it so ALL GOOD AWKWARDNESS AVOIDED

also also also important he sits in the front seat and like i’m like a LIL BIT NERVOUS bc ppl who sit in the front seat want to TALK and i’m like Really Not Good At Conversation but at the same time im really good at faking that i’m an expert at the convos so i’m like sigh okay let’s do this

but then the dude this fr*ikin dude is like “Hey!! I should know what Pokemon that is but I can’t remember the name right now. Which one is he?” and omg okay so there’s this espurr plush (his name is Lil Espurr and i’m 99% sure i’ve posted photos of him on here before) that rides in the front with me and 100% of the time ppl comment on him it’s a Good Ride even the one time someone was like “omg that’s the cutest baby elephant but where is his trunk” even that ride was good so i’m like at this point super okay now that this chill dude who is clearly into pokemon is in the front seat and wants to talk bc now i know we have things in common

and so i’m like “:D :D :D :D das espurr he’s a friend <3″ and like bam we started talking pokemon and like ???? this dude knows SO MUCH like he had played almost every gen even tho he got into the series around Ruby and then suddenly i was telling him about how i beat the elite 4 for the first time when i was like 8 or something and screaming in my parents car when it happened and like ??????? THIS GUY KNEW ALL THE THINGS and i was honest there was like this h u g e br8k in the series for me when i stopped after gold and didn’t pick up a game again until X so like hnnnn there’s so much about things i didn’t know and this guy had like all the types of like every pokemon memorized so omg omg i couldn’t keep up and i TRIED bc this dude was a huge nerd and it was like amazing 

but then like okay it was like a rly long ride bc we went all the way down to just north of the downtown and then i had to drop him off and like. aaaaaaaaaaa you know when like you’re dropping someone off and they don’t wanna get out of the car and you don’t want them to get out of the car so like you just sit there looking at each other bc like THAT’S EXACTLY WHAT HAPPENED and then this mfer this motherfucking pretty boy dork SMILES AT ME and like IT WAS SUCH A GOOD SMILE I’M?? 

and then bc i still don’t want this to be over i like shake his hand bc omg i guess that’s why my brain does on autopilot and i’m like “yo it was a pleasure talking to you” but like super enthusiastically and like he kept smiling and said the same and then we said goodbye like two more times while he was getting out and neither of us wanted to be the one to like ALSDFLKJLK;SA IDK MB I READ TO MUCH INTO THIS BUT LIKE HIS SMILE??? I’M??? 

anyway this is a rly long way of saying i’m in love with him now and i’m already imagining our future together and like men shouldn’t be allowed to smile at me anymore bc what am i supposed to DO now 

#my life #SORRY I NEEDED TO HAPPY VENT THIS #i need to get internet back so i can post more i miss everyone ;_;

[extrasneakyella]

MARS (you love me)

The marathon was over, and Josh was sweaty and alone.

The campground was hot. But that didn’t stop him from retreating to his tent after dinner, before even taking the time to find a shower. All he knew is that he was desperate, and he couldn’t even pinpoint why.

Josh’s tent was far enough away from the others that he figured he could probably get away with this. And, unbeknownst to his instagram followers, his manager had hired a personal bodyguard to meet him in Milan, and his tent was the next one over. Josh knew that if his hulking Italian security guy heard any suspicious noises coming from his tent, he probably wouldn’t be too bothered. Plus - Josh could be quiet when he needed to be.

Fidgeting on his open sleeping bag, Josh pulled out his phone, pressing Tyler’s contact name. It was early in the evening for him, and Josh prayed that he wasn’t busy, or that if he was, Jenna would be understanding. Josh was sweaty, and nostalgic, and he needed.

Tyler picked up on the first ring, speaking before Josh even got to say hello.

“You’re in that freaking tent, aren’t you?” he breathed, and Josh blinked. Tyler wasn’t usually one to keep tabs on his Instagram story.

“I - yeah,” he stuttered, listening to Tyler’s slow breaths over the phone. His voice was already strained, and Josh couldn’t help but wonder if Tyler knew exactly what he was planning to ask for.

“Thought you might call. Kind of a familiar situation, huh? With the tent, and all…”

Josh’s breath hitched in his throat as he realized that he remembered, Tyler did remember, he hadn’t forgotten that night of theirs at Ichthus, when they had finally caved in and touched each other. Tyler’s first, and Josh’s first that had mattered.

He was suddenly very worked up.

“Yeah I - fuck, sorry Ty, I need you. I can’t stop thinking, and - I need” - he broke off, clenching his hand in an effort not to palm himself. If this was going to be good, he wanted to wait until he had instructions.

“Shit, Josh,” Tyler breathed. “Listen to you. You’re already hard, aren’t you?”

Josh let out a shaky breath, shifting uncomfortably. “Yeah.”

He heard Tyler laugh softly.

“That’s… hot, Josh. Shit. Gonna touch yourself for me?”

Josh let out a groan, and immediately clapped a hand over his mouth, hoping that no one around his tent had heard. Slowly, he let a hand trail down to the bulge in his leggings, palming over it and groaning again - this time more quietly - at the relief that the pressure provided.

“Y-yeah,” he choked out on the phone. “Feels good Ty, fuck.”

A loud sound echoed over the phone line, and Josh wondered briefly where Tyler was. It didn’t sound like he was at home - his and Jenna’s neighborhood was much too quiet for noises like that.

He opened his mouth to ask, but Tyler was already talking again.

“C’mon Josh, take your pants off? Want you in just your underwear, leaking for me, yeah?”

“Yeah,” Josh agreed again, his vocabulary apparently reduced to one word. He sandwiched the phone between his ear and his shoulder as he shimmied his leggings down his ass until they were around his ankles, letting his knees fall outward with a thud. “Yeah, I - off.”

“Good,” Tyler said softly. “Bet your dick is so hard in your underwear, Josh, fuck. Are you wet, baby boy?”

Josh ran a hand over his tented briefs again, and sure enough, felt a damp spot near the head of his dick. Tyler knew him so well.

“Mhmm,” he answered, voice barely making it out of his throat, before adding, “for you.”

He thought he might have heard Tyler let out an involuntary huff at that, and he wondered briefly whether he, too, was touching himself.

Josh felt something heavy in his hand, and was surprised to realize that he’d freed his cock unconsciously, and was squeezing his fingers around it for relief.

“Can I - Ty? Can I touch… please?” he asked, and Tyler responded right away, overlapping his words.

“Yeah Joshie. Touch yourself, c’mon.”

Josh let out a loud groan, finally beginning to pump himself slowly, each stroke up and down his shaft feeling like a tiny orgasm in its own. He’d been waiting all day for this.

“Good?” Tyler asked, his voice muffled.

“Good,” Josh affirmed, breathless. “It feels - God, it feels so good.”

“Good,” Tyler agreed, voice low. “Now stop.”

Josh practically choked on his own spit, a high whine escaping his throat as he obediently let his hand fall down to the sleeping bag in defeat.

“Tyler….” he protested, voice strained. He knew that this would be worth it - and he knew that Tyler was only doing this because he was used to Josh, and used to making him fall apart. He knew what to do. “Why?”

“Shh, you’re doing so good,” Tyler cooed. “Need you to get on all fours for me, okay?”

Josh let out a long breath, feeling winded.

“Okay,” he choked out, flipping over immediately, his dick dragging across his sleeping bag and leaving a line of precum. “You - you want me to - ”

“Fingers, yeah,” Tyler told him firmly. “Start with two, and get them nice and wet, kay baby?”

Josh muttered an affirmative that got muffled around the sound of two fingers already in his mouth. Tyler had assumed that he was already a little loose, and he was right. He knew him.

Josh reached around himself, prodding at his entrance a few times before slipping two fingers into his tight heat.

“O-okay, Tyler, fuck,” he panted, pressing in further and curling his fingertips up toward his prostate. “I - I feel it.”

“Yeah… okay. Want you fuck yourself slowly. Make yourself feel so good.”

Josh complied immediately, pumping his fingers in and out, and found that it took all he had to not speed up the pace.

“Three?” Josh panted, and he heard Tyler make a small noise of agreement..

“Three.”

Another finger slipped in easily beside the other two, and if possible, Josh’s dick hardened even more. He was so desperate at this point, and the occasional friction that he was finding against the sleeping bag was providing little to no relief - if anything, it made it worse.

“Ty…” he gasped out. “Need you so bad.”

“Okay,” Tyler said simply.

Josh huffed, and waited. “Okay what?”

“Okay,” repeated, his voice somehow… louder? If possible? “You can have me.”

And then, someone was unzipping his tent.

Josh almost had a heart attack, flailing to cover himself for the few moments before he put two and two together, and the realization hit him like a rock.

“Oh my… God,” he groaned, straining to look over his shoulder, being met with the sight of Tyler shrugging off his jacket and surging forward to bend over Josh, who was still on his hands and knees.

“Hey, love,” Tyler crooned in his ear, kissing him on the cheek, and then wasting no time at all before replacing Josh’s fingers with three of his own.

“Ty - what the fuck are - oh fuck, Ty,” Josh chanted, not even able to get out his question about how in the name of God Tyler was in Milan, let alone in his tent fucking him on his fingers.

“Shh, don’t worry about it right now, baby. Wanna make you feel good.”

“Hnnnn,” Josh whined. “Please? Fuck me, I need it, I -“

“Shh,” Tyler repeated, biting down softly on his neck before swiftly pulling back to strip his shirt off and unbuckle his jeans. “Gonna fuck you. Don’t have to ask. Gonna make you cum.”

Josh was fully ready for Tyler to go in dry - he’d taken much worse with other guys. But he had to admit that he was somewhat relieved to hear the cap of a lube bottle popping open. As rough as his act was, Tyler always took care of him.

The sound of Tyler slicking himself up echoed behind him, and Josh huffed out another whine.

“Please,” he said again under his breath, and Tyler soothed him with a hush, gripping onto his hip as he pushed in slowly.

For all his careful preparation, Tyler was neither gentle nor slow when he began to thrust, immediately picking up his pace and ramming into Josh fast enough to make him shake with pleasure already. He had already been so close when Tyler had shown up out of the blue, and the repeated pressure on his prostate was pushing him dangerously near the edge.

“Ty -“ he choked. “Can’t - gonna come -“

“It’s okay, Josh,” Tyler breathed, his pace never faltering. “Get yourself off. Come for me.”

That was all it took. Josh barely managed to stroke himself twice before he was coming all over his hand, his muscles clenching and fluttering around Tyler, who helped him come all the way down from his climax before pulling out.

“Don’t move,” Tyler panted, and the shadows on the wall of the tent in front of him told Josh that Tyler was jerking himself off quickly. “Wanna cum on you. You’re gonna look so good.”

“Fuck,” Josh huffed, letting his head fall down in total breathless submission.

It only took another minute before Tyler was whining quietly, and Josh felt ropes of cum land on his back and his ass. They never did this - it was always Tyler coming inside him, or into a condom, or lovingly into his mouth. This felt good - like being owned - although Josh didn’t need an orgasm to tell him that.

Finally spent, Tyler rolled onto the sleeping bag next to him, and Josh let himself fall onto all fours in exhausted bliss.

“What the actual fuck, dude?” Josh hissed, the moment he caught his breath, sending Tyler into giggles. “You - did you literally fucking follow me to Milan? How did - what the fuck?”

“I didn’t follow you, asshole,” Tyler said between laughs. “Jenna and I got here on Thursday. Figured we’d make a little vacation out of it, if you’re down. We've missed you.”

They’d missed him. Josh felt his heart warm, even as he rolled his eyes.

“It’s been like a week since we were recording, Tyler,” he challenged, but Tyler shrugged.

“Yeah. But you know that Columbus never feels good if you’re not there.”

“Yeah,” Josh breathed. He knew. But it was always nice to hear it.

He let himself bathe in the post-orgasmic shock of his climax for a few moments, before another thought occurred to him.

“How - wait, like, shouldn’t you have been tackled by my bodyguard for trying to get into my tent?? He’s pretty fucking bad at his job, oh my gosh, you could have been a fan trying to stalk - “

“Relax, Josh,” Tyler said, giggling again. “I talked to Lorenzo way beforehand, babe. He’s a chill dude. Likes Regional at Best, apparently.”

Josh huffed, but inwardly marveled at the idea that Tyler had actually been planning this. That he’d brought Jenna here, to Europe, so that they could all be together again for awhile.

“Okay. Fine. But like… are people going to assume things? If they see that the three of us…”

“Josh,” Tyler shushed him, with a glint in his eye. “Babe. You know that it’s possible for things to occur without the entire clique knowing, right? That you can do things without putting them on Instagram…”

Josh slapped his arm gently. “Shut up,” he mumbled. “And spoon me.”

“Oh?” Tyler teased, and Josh flushed a little. “Feeling like the little spoon tonight? I’m honored.”

It was true - even when Josh bottomed, and completely submitted, he usually ended up curling around Tyler when they cuddled. Jenna had explained it really well once; something about him holding onto Tyler for comfort, like a teddy bear.

“Hnn,” Josh grunted shyly, rolling Tyler over and pulling him back so that he was flush against his chest. He tucked his nose into the crook of Tyler’s shoulder, and thought for a moment how glad he was that he was here.

Tyler laughed softly. “It’s going to be really hard for you not to Instagram everything we do together in the next week, isn’t it?”

Josh kicked him lovingly, nipping his neck.

“Probably,” he admitted.

He breathed Tyler in.

“But only because I love you.”

#anyway i'll prolly post this