#I'd clean it up more but I'm tired so

[thatharringrovehoe]

Roommate AU where Billy has noise cancelling earbuds on and jerks it to a video of Steve at the beach he has saved on his phone. Only, his headphones aren't connected. And because they aren't connected, he just thinks he has the volume way to low so he cranks it. And because he has noise cancelling earbuds in and the volume on his phone cranked, he doesn't hear Steve come home from work and walk towards the living room. The living room with the couch that Billy is currently spread out on, jacking it to a video of Steve in a tiny speedo being knocked over by a wave and laughing into the camera.

Steve 100% doesn't say anything. At first it's out of shock, but after that wears off he's ashamed to admit he just can't bring himself to walk away. He tells himself it's not a big deal, it's the living room; Billy has a bedroom all to himself he could have used. But he didn't. Steve doesn't notice the earbuds, but he can tell that Billy doesn't know he's standing right there, lost in his own fantasy. Before Steve can make a decision over whether or not he should say something, Billy cums with a shout, back arching off the couch as he bites his fist on a whine. As quiet as he can, Steve tiptoes to the front door, opening it and loudly slamming it closed. He hears a hissed "fuck" from the living room while he pretends to just get back from work, hands shaking and dick harder than it's ever been in his life.

He avoids Billy for a whole week. Which, given that they live together, is a feat in and of itself. Because Steve doesn't really know what this means is the thing. Was it a mistake? He hadn't been overly loud coming home but surely Billy would have heard him. Right? Probably.

Only-

Why was he watching that video? Did Billy want Steve to catch him? To see him bring himself off to a video that Steve wasn't even aware he had taken? He remembers that beach trip. Billy had tried teaching him how to surf for hours, laughing every time a wave knocked Steve off his board. And every single time, Billy would help hoist him out of the water to try again, smile patient and amused.

Or-.

Maybe Steve is reading to much into this. He knows he looks good. He works at a damn gym, so he ends up working out every day just to look like he's doing something when his boss is making her rounds. So maybe that's all it is. A means to an end.

Steve doesn't think to hard about why that makes his chest hurt.

.

Billy knows something is wrong. And not like, roommate wrong either. This isn't Billy not taking out the trash when it's his turn or leaving a mess in the kitchen. No. This shit? It's serious. Because even though their work schedules have lined up perfectly the past week, Billy hasn't seen Steve once. If it weren't for the fact that he updates his Instagram everyday Billy would think the guy had been murdered.

And like. Okay. Look. Billy knows he's not owed Steve's time or whatever. Alright? It's just-

He misses him.

Everyday when he would normally come home to Steve blending another one of those fucking protein shakes and complaining about customers leaving their underwear in the change rooms, now it's just. Silence. Absence. An empty apartment with a note on the counter that says anything from 'Went out with Robbin' to 'Picked up an extra shift'. Which. Okay. But Billy knows for a fact the gym Steve works at closes at nine, and Steve stumbled home that night at around one in the morning. It's got Billy feeling like a jealous girlfriend, staying up late while the dinner he made goes cold on the table.

Or whatever.

He doesn't know what to do. Tells as much to Heather over their lunch break, a rare lull in beach goers giving them a chance to draw it out longer then usual.

"Maybe he's seeing someone" Heather says casually. Like the mere thought isn't a rusty knife to Billy's gut.

Aggressively chewing the rest of his granola bar, he shoves the wrapper in his bag to throw away later. He fucking hates when people leave trash on the beach. As if there isn't a garbage can every twenty feet up at the boardwalk.

"Why would he lie about it though? It's not like he hasn't brought girls home before"

"Mhmm. And I bet you were really normal about that. Didn't give them dirty looks or anything"

Billy's cheeks heat.

"Shut up"

They fall into a comfortable silence, the sound of waves gently lapping at the shore a comforting backdrop.

A thought occurs to him then, devastating in a way that leaves him nauseous. Billy's voice is quiet. Small.

"What if he moves out?"

Because that would make sense wouldn't it? That Steve finally got tired of Billys bullshit. That Billy finally somehow ruined the brightest light in his life since Steve asked him if he wanted to go to Los Angeles together. Like he hadn't been chomping at the bit to come home ever since the 'Leaving California' sign disappeared in his rearview. And *sure*, he had thought Steve meant something different at first. Something more intimate than living together to cut down on rent while Steve went to art school. Billy was going anyway, having gotten into UCLA. It was stupid of him to hope for something more in the first place.

Heather seems to read his mind, in that way only best friends who listen to all your bullshit really can.

"You really have to stop falling tits over ass for straight boys babe"

"Fuck off" he says without any real heat.

As if Billy doesn't know.

Heathers phone pings from her jacket pocket. She swipes it open with a small smile.

Billy grins, a shark scenting blood.

"Speaking of falling for straight people. What sorority pledge has you pulling a face like that Holloway?"

Heather scoffs, punching him in the arm.

"For your information, dick head, she's a lesbian. And we've already been on two dates so fuck you"

"Careful babe, wouldn't want your new girlfriend to hear you've got designs on me"

Heather rolls her eyes, checking her pockets for something. Billy nudges her shoulder with his own, voice sincere.

"Hey, for real. I'm happy for you"

She smiles, exasperated and fond. After rooting around in all her pockets and coming up empty handed, she huffs. Irritated.

"Hey can I borrow your headphones? I must have left mine at home."

"Sure" he says before grabbing them from his bag and handing them over.

"Not your broken ones, you ass."

"They're not broken, I just got those!"

"Yes they are! These are the ones you had in your pocket when you fell into the pool at what's his face's frat party. Look, the case doesn't even have a charge light. They're hella busted"

That can't be right. That was over a month ago and Billy's been using them just fine.

Right?

In a panic, Billy snatches the headphones out of Heather's hand, ignoring her indignant 'hey!', before jamming them into his ears. He picks a video on his phone at random and presses play.

Oh fuck.

Oh god.

When he looks over, Heather goes from annoyed to concerned in a blink.

"Billy? Hey, are you okay?"

No. No he's not and there's a very real possibility he never will be again.

"I think-" Billy can feel his heartbeat thumping in his neck, a breath away from an anxiety attack "I think I fucked up"

.

"You can't keep avoiding him forever"

Robin sticks another post it note to Steve's head while he pretends to ignore her, eyes closed as he leans back in the second comfiest office chair. It's not worth the trouble fighting her over the top spot. She always wins anyway, pestering him until he gets up even if he got there first. Which at this point seems to be pointless however, considering he has what feels like an entire package of post-its in his hair.

"I'm not avoiding him. I'm just-" Robin sticks another note on his nose so it flutters when he sighs "-busy. God, stop that!"

He sits up, shaking his head like a lion shedding it's mane, neon pink squares littering the ground. His manager is going to chew his ear out if she sees the mess. And by the smug look on Robbin's face as she kicks her feet up on the desk, she knows it to.

With a sigh, Steve's picks them up, blowing limp hair out of his eyes. He hasn't had the opportunity to grab any of his styling products and bring them to work. You know, to save on time. Not because he's avoiding Billy. Which he isn't.

"It's not my fault Shauna hates you. Maybe stop being such a tart and luring in gym manager's unsuspecting husbands"

"I turned him down! If anything she should be mad at him, not me!"

Robin isn't even paying attention, furiously typing away on her phone while biting her lip on a smile. She's been absolutely insufferable since her and 'Mystery Girl' went on their second date. Steve's happy for her.

"We're at work, Robin, stop sending your girlfriend nudes"

He's also petty.

She doesn't take the bait though, just looks up from her phone, unimpressed.

"Steven-"

"Oh fuck off, don't use my full name"

"Stephano Giovanni Harrington-"

"I hate that you found my birth certificate -"

"I have been listening to your 'boy problems'" Robin makes quotations with her fingers, ignoring Steve's indigent splutter "for going on a full week. If you're not going to take my advice, then I don't know what you want from me."

"Okay, first of all-"

"Jesus God Steve.."

"First of all! It's not boy problems. Alright? It's a very real, very important crisis. And second, 'Just tell him you're in love with him' is not advice. It's a death sentence."

Robin rolls her eyes before pulling her hoodie over her face with a groan.

"Stevie, he was straight up jacking it to a video of your smile. That's the gayest shit I've ever heard and I'm an out lesbian who runs a weekend theatre group."

"Wow, way to stereotype."

Robin lobs her balled up sandwich wrapper at his face. It bounces off his cheek.

"Steve!"

And. Okay. Fine. He knows Robin is at least partially right. He should say something soon. This whole thing has been eating him alive all week. Or-. No. That's not right.

Because Billy Hargrove pulled into Hawkins two years ago now. And Steve has been in love with him for eighteen months and twenty two days.

Or something.

But-

"Robin, what if-" Steve hesitates. And Robin, being the very patient and understanding best friend that she is, pushes herself out of the comfiest office chair to cross the room and pull him into a hug. Her sweatshirt smells like sunscreen and cotton candy body spray and Steve wonders if Mystery Girl knows that Robbin wears her clothes.

"What if he doesn't feel the same?"

Robin squeezes him tighter. "Then you can help keep me from U-hauling with my new girlfriend and come live at my place. I'll roll out a blanket for you in the corner and everything."

Steve chuffs a laugh into her shoulder. "How generous."

"I mean it Steve" she pulls back enough to look him in the eye "if this goes tits up? You'll always have me."

And that's true. He and Robin have been through Russian interrogation and customer service together. So. Trauma bonded for life.

"Go home early, Stephano. Your boy is probably waiting up for you." Gently, Robin pushes him towards the door "And when you confess, because I'm covering your shift in the name of true love, text me. No matter which way it goes. Kay?"

Steve nods, feeling braver than he has in a long while. Glad to have the kind of friends he does. Steeling himself, he grabs his stuff from the employee locker room, ducking Shauna on his way out the front door.

He's going to tell Billy.

.

Billy paces the front entryway of their apartment, Heather's words ringing in his ears.

Just talk to him Billy!

Yeah. Sure.

'Hey Steve, did you want to order Chinese tonight? Oh, and before I forget, did you happen to catch me stroking my cock to a video of you at full volume because I'm an absolute fucking dumbass who didn't realize his headphones were broken?'

His phone is burning a hole in his pocket, the "I need to talk to you" from Steve heavy and foreboding.

Rubbing the heels of his palms into his eye sockets till he sees starbursts of color, Billy stops.

Fuck.

Growling in frustration, he looks at his reflection in the mirror hanging by the door. The one Steve put up 'Just as a final check before I leave the house'.

"Don't be a fucking pussy, Hargrove. You can do this. Since when does someone like Steve scare you?"

The Billy staring back at him looks unconvinced.

Always

He can't fucking do this.

Just as Billy's about to grab his shoes and bolt out the door, the metal grinding of a key turning in the lock has his lungs seizing.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck-

"Oh hey! You're here."

God, how long has it been since he's heard Steve's voice? It's got Billy all fucked up, palms sweating so bad he has to discreetly wipe them on his jeans.

Steve looks-. Tired, honestly. Like he hasn't gotten a good sleep in days, bangs flat and flopping adorably in front of his face. There are bags under his eyes, dark purple like a bruise.

He's probably up all night fucking his new girlfrie-

"Yeah, I uh. I got your text. So. Here I am."

Just like I've been all week, every day you didn't come home

He searches Steve's face for any kind of levity, anything to ease the nauseating tension swirling in his gut. Steve is biting the inside of his cheek, looking anywhere but Billy's face. Like he's nervous.

I can't fucking do this

Steve slips off his shoes and closes the door, plastic liquor store bag clinking at his side. A quick glance tells Billy's it's that fancy brand Steve got him hooked on back in Hawkins. The one he grabbed out of his dad's mini fridge to press against Billy's black eye while they hung out on the side of Steve's pool.

Please don't make me fucking do this

"I'm just gonna put the rest of these in the fridge if you wanna sit on the couch. I ordered pizza on the way here so we don't have to worry about dinner or whatever."

Steve shoots him a smile that doesn't reach his eyes. Billy swallows down the urge to beg for another chance.

Mechanically, he makes his way to the couch. He can hear Steve shuffling around in the kitchen before the click-hiss of a beer bottle being opened, one after the other. When Steve rounds the corner their eyes connect and Billy watches in real time as a blush spreads up Steve's neck and ears, fire engine red.

Shit

Fuck

He knows.

And Billy cant fucking do this

"Listen, Steve-"

"Billy, I wanted to tell you-"

They both pause, an awkward silence settling over the livingroom like a wet blanket. Steve is the one to break it, chuckling quietly as he walks the rest of the way over to sit on the coffee table in front of the couch, handing Billy a beer. It tastes like chlorine and the roar of cicadas on a Hawkins summer evening.

Steve clears his throat.

"You go first."

Billy squeezes the glass bottle in his hand so hard he thinks it might crack, muscles locked in fight of flight. This is it. The end of the road. He looks up at Steve and commits this moment to memory. Needs to keep this version of Steve tucked away for a rainy day, to think back on after he never speaks to Billy again.

He chugs half the bottle in an attempt to sooth his nerves.

It doesn't work.

"Okay. So. I uh-. I leant Heather my headphones today."

Steve cocks his head to the side like a confused puppy. Billy's heart cracks right down the middle.

Please please please, don't make me do this

"And it turns out they're broken. Have been broken for a while actually. Which I definitely didn't know by the way." Billy watches in a resigned kind of horror as Steve's eyes widen in understanding. As the puzzle pieces snap into place.

"So, you didn't know I was home when you were out here rubbing one out to that video of me?"

It's like a punch to the solar plexus. The world comes to a screeching sickening hault around him as Billy fights not to puke up expensive beer all over Steve's feet.

He knows. Steve saw and then avoided Billy for an entire week. Can't even manage look him in the eye. Bought Billy's favorite beer and pizza to let him down easy because he found some girl and he's going to get married and leave him behind because everyone always leaves Billy Hargrove in the end.

Warm hands squeeze his shoulders, dragging him back to reality. Steve's big brown eyes are concerned and pretty and right up close, him having put down his beer at some point and scooting forward into Billy's personal space. He smells like sweat and expensive calogne and a different laundry detergent than he normally uses because he's washing his clothes at some girls house-

"I'm sorry. Steve, I'm so fucking sorry. I didn't mean for you to find out. Okay? I promise. We-. We can just forget this ever happened. Right? Because I can't-. I don't want-"

To Billy's complete mortification, he can feel the burn of tears prickling his eyeline.

"Just-. Please. Don't fucking move out."

Neil's voice is there in the back of his head, mocking him like it always does when Billy's fucked up.

Pussy

Grow up

Pathetic

Stop crying like some kind of-

"I love you."

Billy freezes, whole body locked and rigid. Because there's no way. One hundred percent no way that straight boy Steve Harrington, King Steve, said-.

That he loves-

Steve's lips are soft when they press against his own. Warm and cautious but not pulling away. His hands move from Billy's shoulders to tangle in his curls, sending goosebumps pebbling down his back.

After a moment, Billy comes back to himself. Grabs Steve's shirt and hauls him into his lap, straddling Billy's thighs. His mind a constant litany of I love you I love you I love you I love you I love-

*Bzzzzzt*

The door buzzer for the lobby entrance sounds off like a gunshot. With a jolt, both Steve and Billy pull away.

Right. The pizza.

Steve groans, moving to get up and answer the door, before Billy pulls him back down for another kiss. Something hungrier. With teeth.

"Leave it."

Steve huffs a laugh that breaks into a moan as Billy trails kisses down his neck to his collar bone.

"I can't. That's like, seventy dollars worth of pizza."

Billy pulls back to look at Steve's face, the sheepish expression doing nothing to dissuade him from ravishing Steve right here on their threadbare couch.

"What the fuck did you buy seventy dollars worth of pizza for?"

Steve's blush deepens in embarrassment. "I panicked! I just wanted to like. Woo you, or whatever."

Affection spreads like warm honey in Billy's chest. Fills him up to bursting.

This boy.

"You caught me getting off to a video of you. I don't really think you need to woo anything."

Without warning, Steve leans forward to peck Billy on the lips.

"I wanted to."

God.

Fucking

Billy's not going to survive this. He's going to melt into a gooey puddle right into the couch befor they even get to the fun part.

"Steve, I-"

*Bzzzzzt!*

"Hang on a fucking second!" Billy hollers. Steve is looking at him expectantly.

Deep breath

"I'm in love with you, Steve. Fucking, butterflies in my stomach, scribbling your name on my notebook. The whole bit. You're it for me."

The smile that spreads across Steve's face is brighter than sunshine glinting off ocean waves. Smooths out all the jagged pieces catching on each other in Billy's chest.

*Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzt!*

With a roll of his eyes, Steve pushes himself up and points at Billy.

"Hold that thought"

He walks over to the front door, grabbing the four large pizzas (Jesus Steve), before shutting the door and dropping them onto the coffee table.

Grabbing Billy's wrist, Steve hauls him up and towards his bedroom.

Billy smirks.

"Thought you wanted to woo me, Stevie"

"I am. Figured we could make a better video for your phone first"

And just like that, heat roars from the top of Billy's head to the tips of his toes, settling deep in his gut. He pulls Steve back towards him, hauling him up over his shoulder and charging down the hall, Steve's laughter finally filling the apartment again.

#discord blurbs #I'd clean it up more but I'm tired so #this is what you get #idiots to lovers #harringrove #steve herrington #billy hargrove #Heather Holloway #robin buckley #stranger things #that hoe writes

[autistickaitovocaloid]

Birthday String Cheese

#art talks about stuff #idk if i'd count it as HER birthday specifically because that would be more when i got her #but idk if i'd remember that so this can be her birthday #also this means it's also the birthday of the like 3 miku figures i have #however my shelf is once again super dusty and i'm too tired to get up and take a photo let alone clean it rn #id in alt text

[nine-blessed-hero]

I think writing short stories has broken my ability to write novels 😆️

I finished Finding the Heir & Breaking the Siege of Kvatch, read it back, SPG checked and declared it good… then opened AO3 to post it. Like, no, this isn't what we do with long fics. Go onto the next section. All while brain is crying, "whaddya mean, I've gotta do it all over again with the next section???"

#wip 'the ruby falls' #modern oblivion au #haven's ember series #oc aderyn griffiths #hero of kvatch #tes oblivion #The Elder Scrolls #writing #TESFic #oblivion fanfiction #oblivion fanfic #meta wandering words #I've got 14 more sections to rewrite. based on the last one it takes 2-3wks to complete. I'm not gonna be done for so long... #I guess I'm just feeling The Suck and wondering if all this effort is going to be worth it #like for sure I wrote the first draft for me. but the clean up & post is for other people. I get next to no engagement on my work as-is. #I'm *tired*. I guess I'm just wondering if it'll be worth it all in the end #anyone wants to send me cheerleading I'd appreciate it

[tardis--dreams]

One thing about me is that for each hour of work i need to rest for 3 hours and that's just not compatible with what's expected of me and it's runining my life

#like #i don't even do anything physically strenuous #I'm just sitting and typing and looking shit up #and one hour feels like eternity and for some reason i get very tired even if i got like 7 hours of sleep #sick of it really #i didn't manage more than 6 hours per day for the last week #and I'd need to do 12 or more to stay on top of things #so that's awesome #also that doesn't include household chores #so I'm currently torn between finally cleaning the kitchen and vacuuming my horrible apartment #or doing actual work i get paid for and doing stuff for university which would be relevant for my future #shut up amy

[pibsboots]

I've always had chronic fatigue. I remember being twelve, and an adult mentioned how I couldn't possibly know how tired they felt because adulthood brought levels of exhaustion I couldn't imagine. I thought about that for days in fear, because I couldn't remember the last time I didn't feel tired.

Eventually I came to terms with the fact that I was just tired, and I couldn't do as many things as everyone else. People called me lazy, and I knew that wasn't true, but there's only so many times you can say "I'm tired" before people think it's an excuse. I don't blame them. When a teenager does 20 hours of extracurriculars every week and only says "I'm too tired" when you ask them to do the dishes, it's natural to think it's an excuse. At some point, I started to think the same thing.

It didn't matter that I could barely sit up. It was probably all in my head, and if I really wanted to, I could do it.

When I learned the name for it, chronic fatigue, I thought wow, people that have that must be miserable, because I am always tired and I cannot imagine what it would feel like if it were worse.

Spoiler alert, if you've been tired for a decade, it's probably chronic fatigue.

Once I figured that out though, I thought of my energy as the same as everyone else's, just smaller in quantity. And that might be true for some people, but I've figured out recently that it absolutely isn't true for me.

I used to be like wow I have so much energy today I can do this whole list for sure! And then I'd do the dishes and have to lay down for 2 hours. Then I'd think I must gave misjudged that, I didn't have as much energy as I thought.

But the thing is - I did have enough energy for more tasks, I just didn't go about them properly.

With chronic fatigue, your maximum energy is obviously much smaller than the average person's. Doing the dishes for you might use up the same percentage of energy that it takes to do all the daily chores for someone else.

If someone without chronic fatigue was to do all the daily chores, they would take breaks. Because otherwise, they're sprinting a marathon for no reason and it would take way more energy than necessary. We have to do the same.

Put the cups in the dishwasher, take a break. Put the bowls in, take a break. So on and so forth. This may mean taking breaks every 2-5 minutes but afterwards, you get to not feel like you've run a marathon while carrying 4 people on your back.

Today, I had a moderate amount of energy. Under my old system of go till you drop, I probably could have done most of the dishes and wiped off the counter and then been dead to the world for the rest of the day.

Under the new system, I scooped litter boxes, cleaned out the fridge, took the trash out, cleaned the stove, and wiped off the counter and did all the dishes. And after all that, I still had it in me to make a simple dinner, unload the dishwasher, and tidy the kitchen.

It was complete and utter insanity. Just because I sat down whenever I felt myself getting more tired than I already was.

All this to say, take fucking breaks. It's time to unlearn the ceaseless productivity bullshit that capitalism has shoved down our throats. Its actively counterproductive. Just sit down. Drink some water. Rest your body when it needs to rest.

There will still be days where there is nothing to do but rest, and days where half a load of dishes is absolutely the most I can do. But this method has really helped me minimize those, which is so incredibly relieving.

#chronic illness #chronic fatigue #chronic pain

[goldsbitch]

BEEP

First night in a shared apartment with Lando. All is idyllic - until there is an unidentifiable alarm sound, which brings out insecurities buried safely inside under normal circumstances.

fluff, anxiety vibes, one shot

Y/N was a baths type of person. In fact, Lando suspected her being a part-time mermaid. Always in a body of water, if possible. For hours and hours. Many times he had come to her home only to find her sitting in a bathtub of then already cold water on her "home office" hours, with a laptop on her precisely curated set up. He would come to her, chat a little and playfully splash some water into her face, before having her drain the tub and joining her after another set of hot water was in it. Even after that, he could only last about 20 minutes before getting uncomfortable.

He was glad water bills were not life or death for him when they moved together to their first official shared apartment in Monaco. Making it their own was her priority, so a bathtub was an absolute must. Pool nearby as well.

As far as moving houses goes, this was a hectic one. Lando's schedule making it hard for him to participate, so she had to organize it all with the help of movers. Cleaning out two apartments into one. She was few years younger than him and this was the first time she had actually moved on her own, making it a classic test of adulthood. There were few pseudo panic attacks involved during the process. However, the feeling of accomplishment? Being able to prove to herself that she can do it alone was something nobody could ever take from her. Another level of adulthood conquered. But she didn't want Lando to know about this little insecurity of hers - with him having to grow up faster than most of his peers, she sometimes felt like she was lacking behind. Though Lando never made any comment about that, in fact this did not cross his mind at all, until their first proper evening together in their new apartment.

Lando was excited for that evening, but he was proper tired. Physically and mentally drained. Few weeks of constant travel and racing drama had him totally off.

She managed to get most of things ready for his arrival. They hit the bubbly bathtub immediately upon him coming home. Lando was smitten. Coming home, it felt really refreshing after months of "your place or mine?".

It was raw, both of them naked facing each other in the tub, legs entangled, their bodies touching at multiple places. Hot steam coming out of the water filled the room, curling Lando's hair more that usually and the scent of her latest favorite vanilla bath salt gave into the relaxing atmosphere. They casually caressed each other, engaging in a light simple conversation, carefree and intimate.

All of that went out of the window when there was an excruciatingly loud and sharp beep alarm noise suddenly out nowhere.

BEEP

Y/N eyes went wide. Lando knew that look all too well by then. Pure panic. He knew there were few moments he had to stop her spiraling.

"What was that? Did you hear it?" she asked, boring her eyes in his for answers he did not have.

He smiled and tried to pass on some relaxing energy onto her. "Yes, I did...Calm down, it's probably nothing."

"Probably?! How can you be sure?"

Lando reached for her hand. "I'm sure. All is good and fine, let's not get bothered by anything. I missed you so much," he said truthfully. She was what he wanted to focus on. Not some nonsense sounds.

She eased a bit, her fingers still feeling tense in his hands. "I miss you everytime."

"Oh, so it's a competition now?" he smirked, happy he got her distracted.

BEEP

The two stared at each other in silence for few moments.

"Honey, ignore it," he said trying to sound more demanding than a plea.

Y/N took a deep breath in. "I am ignoring it."

"I can see that, clearly," he said sarcastically. "Tell me about your week instead. Were the movers ok? Did they do a good job?"

"Well, we're sitting here and we have a bed to sleep in, so I'd say it was a success," he replied dryly.

"You're my little nervous peach, aren't you?" he said, leaning closer to her so that he could caress her face. Oh boy, was he drowning in love with this strange human sitting across him.

She let go of her pout. "Yes...But, you're the one to talk! You always get nervous before a car upgrade."

He was truly fascinated how she was unapologetically able to compare new McLaren upgrades with a random beep sound. He'd already made a mental check of the things that could have been making that sound and figured all the important alarms made a completely different sound. For a moment, he imagined his girlfriend sitting in a formula 1 car going over 200 km/h, freaking out in the style only she knew how. He'd never admit this to her, but he found her "freaking out" face irresistible.

He calculated his response. "It's perfectly fine to get nervous. But trust me, this in nothing."

BEEP

Her question was almost immediate. "What if it's the gas. What if we have a gas leak. A guy came here to do an inspection yesterday, what if he didn't close the vent or whatever?"

"Honey, the gas is not even on now..." he looked at her perplexed.

She was unstoppable at this point. "I don't know that! I don't understand these things! It's all gas heater there, air conditioning here, water boiler this and insurance that. Did you know we need to have a property insurance for the lease?"

"Yes, I knew that." He was not sure how to keep responding at that point. The last thing he wanted was to make her spiral more.

"Well, I didn't! Felt like an absolute idiot talking to the guy, I thought these things were part of leases."

Lando squeezed her hand. "It's fine. Once we get out of the tub, we'll go and search for the sound. Hey, maybe it has already stopped."

She was staring at him, waiting for her cue, expecting a beep sound any moment now. He returned her look, challenging her, making a battle of who was right. And the sound? Suddenly, not even a little ding.

"See?" he said, really hoping it was not going to come as he finished.

Tension was high in the bathroom, making it the opposite of relaxing. Yet still, there was no place other than these two would rather be. Well, Y/N would rather be at the source of the forsaken beeping, but, that was not happening now.

"Ok. Maybe you're right," she said, visibly tired as well.

"We'll get out of this bath in few mins, have dinner in the bed, watch some nonsense and go to sleep, ok? I need your cuddles, desperately," he said softly and leaned to kiss her.

BEEP

"Oh my god, what is that???" she screamed in utmost annoyance.

"Honestly, it sounds like it's coming from outside the house," he observed - and she was not having it anymore.

She gave him a sassy smile. "So, what. Is it the apocalypse now?"

"It's not the apocalypse."

Flustered wave hit her face, having her melt down completely. "Why would someone install an alarm somewhere and have it beeping for no apparent reason? People don't do that."

"I don't know, my love..."

"That's ok, but I should know! I took over the apartment from the realtor - I should have asked!"

"And what would the question be? What are the things that could beep?"

She threw her arms out, splashing water everywhere and not even noticing it. "I don't know! That's the thing! I just don't know. And I don't have a single idea where people find these out. How come everyone around always seems to know and I'm here just sitting, vibing and hoping we're not going to burn the house down."

"Y/N? What's this about?" he asked, concerned. Was she ok? Was there something he'd missed?

She was on a roll, words just flowing out of her mouth, the way only speaking to Lando made her do. "I just feel so out of place some times. I'm doing all these adult things, far away from family and from you as well. And I want to be able to do it, I want to be a good adult. But I just don't know."

He tried to hold her hand once again, but she was busy having her arms crossed around her chest. "You're still young, this is growing up. I also don't know yet, many times..."

"I don't want to be your burden, I want to be your support."

"You are my support, what are you on about?"

"I was suppose to be in charge of the whole moving thing. And here we are and I can't even tell you what's beeping."

BEEP

"My god! Can it just stop! Please!"

Lando was still thinking about what she said previously. The familiar feeling she described.

"You did a great job with the move, by the way. Honestly. It would not happen without you. I wish I could be here more," he spoke slowly, hoping she would subconsciously join in his tune.

She sighed. Might as well get everything out now. "I love you, you know that. But it gets lonely sometimes. And there is no end of your nomadic lifestyle in sight. And what if you get bored of me once you stop traveling? We've never spent a month without a break together. What if when you're older, you decide I'm actually pretty boring and you leave me for someone younger. And I'll be old, pass my best years and alone once again."

She stopped, surprised a little bit by the words that came out of her. Now that it was out, it was impossible to ignore.

Lando was hyper focused now. Every word a calculated decision. This was no longer a chill chat.

BEEP

"Y/N. I love you too. And I love you the way you are and I can't imagine loving anyone else. I'm also excited for the older version of you to come one day, to accompany my older self that I have yet to meet. I want to be with you. My job is making this harder, but I hope this will not be an obstacle for you."

The last thing she wanted was to make him feel guilty. She got mad at herself for tangling things up together so much that it stopped making sense to her. "Of course not. I love your passion and the fact you dream big. Sorry, this got a little out of hand."

"No, I'm glad you're finally phrasing your worries. Is there anything more?" Lando was keen on continuing this impromptu chat.

"What if we grow apart? People change all the time. What if we stop wanting each other? How long can love last?"

He smiled. "For me it's impossible to imagine it now. I can only speak for my present self. But what you described it the last thing I'd ever want to happen."

Y/N took a deep breath once again. "Do you want children? Because I don't know yet. Yet, unlike you, I don't have the luxury of decades to decide. My time is slowly running up. And here I am, not even sure if want them?"

"Honey, plenty if time for that. I'm sure I do not want children in the next two years anyway. It must be real fun in your head sometimes - in one sentence you're too young to know adult stuff and in other you're too old for having children?"

She finally laughed. "Yeah. It is confusing sometimes."

"I hope you don't get offended, but you look absolutely gorgeous when you're flustered. Don't be too hard on yourself, please."

"I'll remind you of that when you're on your typical self-hate trip after a bad race."

"Touché." Got him there.

"Shall we get out of the bath? Would you mind searching with me for the alarm?"

"With you I'll be happy to do absolutely anything."

He got out and reached a hand for her when she was getting up, almost as a metaphor for her current state. They helped each other dry out, put on new matching bathrobes that Lando brought as a gift and searched the whole apartment for anything that could or would beep. There were few more beeps coming their way before they suddenly stopped. The two figured it really was coming somewhere from outside. Once Y/N was finally convinced they checked everything, she agreed on getting to bed and cuddle. Lando offered going out to get her ear buds for sleeping, but by that time it had already stopped.

They never found the source of the beeping. But, that's ok. Sometimes things just make unexpected noise and it's fine.

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[barcaatthemoon]

lazy day || alexia putellas x reader ||

you and alexia spend a much needed day in bed together.

you groaned as the beeping from your alarm grew louder. there really wasn't anywhere for you to be, but you had forgotten to turn it off for your day off. you tried to roll towards the noise, but surprisingly, you found yourself being held onto tightly by alexia. she wasn't normally one to stay in bed past six, and you wondered for a moment if she felt ill.

"ale, i'd like to stop the beeping," you said as you wriggled away from her. she whined, something that you hadn't heard in quite some time. you quickly turned the alarm off and situated yourself right back in her arms again. "do we have any plans for today? i was thinking that we could maybe go shopping."

"no," alexia told you. you pouted at her, and she was quick to respond with one of her own. "i want to spend the day with you doing nothing. please, mi amor."

you didn't have any real obligations, so you allowed yourself the comfort of staying in bed with alexia for at least a little while longer. you laid back and relished in the feeling of being in her arms. there was nothing in the world that made you feel safe like being with her like that. alexia's strong arms provided a comfort that you knew you'd never find again.

"you know, i'm not really tired." you could feel alexia trying to lull you back to sleep, but it wasn't working. you did love the feeling of her always perfectly trimmed nails raking gently against your scalp.

"that's okay, you don't have to go to sleep. i just want you to lay here with me," alexia said. she pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head as she shifted slightly beneath you. it should have been absolutely perfect, but you had a hard time relaxing when you had the feeling that something was going on with alexia.

this carried on even after she had finally gotten out of bed for the day. it was nearly 9 o'clock, which you didn't believe was late by normal standards, but it might as well have been the afternoon for alexia. she moved around her house sluggishly as she pulled out the ingredients for breakfast.

since you had practically moved in with alexia, she had gotten you used to her making you breakfast each morning. you knew it was mainly because she wanted to make sure that you stuck to the meal plans that had been made up for you, but it was still sweet of her. she liked taking care of you, something that had surprised the both of you quite a bit at first.

alexia was a caring person, but she had never really given off domestic vibes. all of it came quickly once you started to spend time at her apartment. she began to invite you over for meals, basking in the way your face lit up as she brought you something that she had specifically cooked for you.

it was more than just the food. alexia loved doing all sorts of little things for you around the house. she knew that you could take care of yourself and your own messes, but the kisses you'd give her for helping made it more than worth any trouble. today though, as alexia moved around the kitchen, you knew that the dishes would sit in the sink until tomorrow.

"to the couch. vamos!" alexia swatted your ass as she passed you by. you glanced back over at the sink, but didn't make any moves to clean up. you were no stranger to a sink full of dishes, but you doubted alexia was. she liked to get ahead of things before they piled up. "right here, on my lap. get in close. we are going to watch one of the scary shows."

"i thought you didn't like my shows," you said softly. alexia had been very clear that she had no intentions of watching any of the horror-themed shows that you tended to enjoy. alexia liked for you to think of her as tough and fearless, and those shows made her jump and squeal like a little girl.

"i do not, but i like you a lot. one could even say that i love you, so we can watch them today. if it gets to be too much, i'll just use you as a shield." alexia was being extremely honest. you chuckled as she turned the two of you to lay down on the couch.

alexia sprawled out on top of you, partially tucking her face into the side of your neck. she could still see the television, but her view would be easily hidden if she wanted it to be. the feeling of her breath against your neck was a bit distracting, especially once she had fallen asleep. in her sleep, alexia had pulled you even closer, causing her mouth to press gently against one of the more sensitive spots on your neck.

silently, you turned the television off and carefully shifted to lay a little straighter. you'd wake up from your little nap with a terrible ache in your neck, but alexia would be more than happy to rub it out for you. you closed your eyes and tried to match alexia's breathing as you quickly drifted off to sleep. you hadn't done much all day, but the week's exhaustion finally seemed to catch up with you.

hours later, you woke up curled up on alexia's lap as she sat on the balcony. alexia was chatting away to someone on the phone in spanish, carting her fingers through your hair as she spoke quietly. you pretended to be asleep for a little while longer, even though you knew alexia saw right through you. still, she didn't acknowledge it until she got off of the phone.

"i know that i should have left you inside, but i didn't want you to leave my arms," alexia said as she lifted your head slightly. you puckered your lips for a kiss, which she happily granted you. it was a light press of your lips against yours, but it was enough for the moment. anything else probably would have made your head spin a bit.

"what was all that about?" you asked her. alexia's face fell as she looked at you. her contract at barcelona had been extended, an offer that truly reflected her importance to the club. you had yet to be offered anything, and the window was quickly closing on barcelona to resign you. if they didn't, you'd be forced to move out of spain, and that was the last thing either you or alexia wanted.

"barcelona, they'll resign you for three years, but you have to spend next season on loan. they say it's the only way that they can afford to keep you," alexia said. you didn't like the sound of that, but you weren't opposed to going on loan if it meant you could still come back to barcelona.

"where would i go?" you asked. alexia shrugged. there had been a few clubs that were smart enough to really fight for you. all of them were much further away than alexia was comfortable with. although, you had yearned to play for your home country again, even if you knew that alexia would never follow you all the way to sweden.

"up north, like way up north. they want you back in sweden," alexia answered. your eyes lit up a little, and alexia felt guilty for wanting to hide the information from you. she had thought about it, but it felt dishonest, and her honesty was one of your favorite things about her. "i don't want you to go."

"it's just a season, it's not permanent. i doubt you want me to take the only other spanish team that's willing to sign me." alexia's brows furrowed at the reminder of real madrid's offer on you. it was twice as much as barcelona was willing to pay for you, but alexia had threatened to disown you if you played for them. you didn't doubt that she'd do it, the woman loved barcelona almost more than she loved you sometimes. "you can do this ale, i believe in you."

"i don't want to though. i don't want to wake up without you right here next to me. it's selfish, and i know that i'm being a baby about it, but i deserve to be sometimes. it's not fair," alexia whined. you cupped her cheeks and pressed a kiss to the tip of her nose. alexia grumbled a little as you pressed kisses all over her face before you finally kissed her lips.

"don't think about it for now, just enjoy these moments with me right now. let's make a million memories so that when i'm gone, the time just flies by until i can come back to you, okay? you've already given me today," you said. alexia took a deep breath, and if you noticed the tears in her eyes that she desperately tried to blink away, you didn't say anything.

"we can't just lay around all day tomorrow. there's media and training," alexia reminded you.

"i don't need to tomorrow. whenever things get to be too much for me, i'll just remember this day that we spent together. i'll think about the feeling of your arms wrapped around me when i get cold and lonely. anything to put me back in this headspace."

"god, i love you so much," alexia muttered as she squeezed you. you quietly repeated her words back to her, but they were muffled as alexia lifted you up and carried you back inside. this time when your body hit the bed, you knew that it wasn't just for a bit of extra lounging around.

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[almonds-nsfw-world]

ੈ✩‧₊˚ How I feel - Aventurine

.ೃ࿐𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 : ̗̀➛ 𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈

༉‧₊˚. summary → mornings with Aventurine are both romantic and clumsy. But in the end, he can't leave the sheets of the bed without being inside you.

༉‧₊˚. pairing → Aventurine x gn! reader

༉‧₊˚. status → pre-established relationship, romantic or up to your to interpret the situation

༉‧₊˚. situation → vulnerable and clumsy Aventurine, romantic, slow fucking, mornings together, Aventurine needs to get to work, he doesn't like mornings as he wishes to spend more time with you.

a/n: (I'll add gradient details later, love you! <33 )

"I'm close", he whispered, sweat trickling down his forehead while the softness of his night shirt brushed against your own as you felt his fingers slide under the material that clings to you - just as your own fingers do to him.

"Me too", you breathlessly spoke, arching your back and closing your eyes from the way he lazily slid himself in and out of your dripping hole. His breathing coming out in hot pants, his blonde hair sticking to the sweat that adorned his skin as a whimper spilled from his lips.

His hips slowly rolled into your own, you couldn't help but flutter open your lashes, glancing up into those violet eyes which are far more beautiful than amethysts - but a particular cracked moan which came from him caused your eyelids to shut tight in ecstacy. The warmth of his cum spilled along your walls as your own drooled down his pulsing cock, decorating it in your juices as you bit your lip.

"Always perfect", he whispered, catching his breath while he gently pulled out, panting from the exertion before gently reaching over for his napkin, wiping it along your inner thighs and his leaking cum that dripped from your entrance, "you make mornings more tolerable." You stiffled a chuckle, shaking your head, "You just don't like mornings. Though perhaps I make it better?" You couldn't help but tease, watching him lazily wipe the shaft before cleaning the tip of his now flaccid cock and discarding the napkin into the laundry basket with a flick of his wrist, "I don't know many people who like to wake up early."

His eyes flicked to your own, amusement dangling within the depths of pupils, "but maybe you do make it...more tolerable, if that's how one can call it." A soft, tired smile played along his lips, hinting to his teasing words. But before you could even protest, he kissed your cheek, cupping your other with his hand as he sighed in content, "who am I kidding, you know exactly how I feel about you. It's frightening but always so refreshing." He pulled back, glancing into your eyes, "it makes me want to stay in bed."

You snorted, rolling your eyes while you placed your hands against his chest, pushing him back with a playful smile, "You're such a tease, makes me want to tempt you to stay." You leaned back, propping yourself up on your elbows, biting your lip teasingly. "I want to", he groaned, ruffling his golden locks before leaning forward and pressing his head into the crook of your neck, nuzzling his nose against the sensitive skin, "but I must." He placed a soft kiss upon the bruise he had blessed your neck a few moments prior, "when I'm back, how about we go out? Get something to eat and just...relax?"

He glanced into your eyes, cupping your cheek as a soft smile spilled across his lips. Your heart could only flutter and your cheeks could only redden before you nodded, glancing up at him as you placed a kiss to his palm, "I'd like that. It's been a while since we've done that." "Great, 7pm on the dot", he pressed a kissed to your lips, only to sigh in content as he then pulled away, climbing out of the bed with a lazy yawn - that shortly turned into a yelp.

You quickly glanced down in worry, seeing Aventurine rubbing his back as his foot had been caught in the upturned corner of the carpet, a grunt rumbling from his throat. "You're always so clumsy...are you alright?" He pinched his brow before slowly standing to his feet and dragging them along towards the bathroom with a hunched over back, "I'm fine", he huffed with flushed cheeks - shutting the door behind him with a slight bang.

You sighed, placing a hand upon your head, "so clumsy."

"Clumsy and cute." You smiled to yourself.

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[pathetic-sapphic]

Arcane characters and aftercare?👀🤤

Aftercare with the Arcane characters

VI likes to make sure you have everything you need and pampers you as if you are royalty. She feeds you bits of chocolate, makes sure you drink water and cleans you up. Afterwards, she likes to cuddle with you and discuss what the whole experience was like for you. She always needs to make sure you were completely okay with everything she did and wants to know if there is anything new you'd like to try next time. Vi's goal is to please you and make you feel good, so seeing how happy and relaxed you are after the deed is done means the world to her.

Just like that, baby, drink up. Don't want you to get dehydrated haha, I know that took a lot out of you. Here, have some chocolate, I got you your favorite. No need to thank me, you know I'd do anything for you, sweetheart. So, how was it? I wasn't too rough, was I? Do you want me to be more gentle next time? I know you like it rough but I don't want to risk hurting you, okay? Good, now just relax and let me take care of you, baby.

JINX is always bursting with energy after the two of you are done. She has a lot of stamina so you need to remind her that you cannot keep up with her and that you need rest. So she directs all her energy and focus into taking care of you. She gets very clingy after sex and keeps running her hands all over your exhausted and flushed body, she loves the way it makes you whine so softly. Drags you off into the shower and then lets you take a nap on the couch while she goes out to buy some takeout for the two of you. She is very quick as she doesn't want to make her sweetheart wait for her long and when she comes back, she feeds you and cuddles with you on the couch. Always lets you know how much she appreciates the trust and love you give her.

What is it, toots? Don't tell me I already wore you out? Okay okay, let me just cuddle with you for a bit and then we'll go shower, sound good? Of course it does! Tell you what, how about after we shower I make a quick run to Jericho's and get you your favorite? Gotta spoil my little trinket, you're just too cute! Consider it a reward for being so good for me today, alright? Hey, don't go hiding that pretty face from me, baby! Aw, you're so red it's adorable, makes me want to pinch your cheeks. But really, you were so good for me today, yknow that? Good, I'd hate for you to think any differently.

CAITLYN never wants you to worry about anything, especially when you're this vulnerable and tired. She brings you food and something to drink, rubs healing salve on any sore places and carries you to take a bath. She'll have you sit in her lap while softly washing your hair and body, leaving soft kisses all over your flushed face. Goes heavy on praise because she needs you to know just how good you were for her and how you made her feel good too. As strict and demanding she can be during sex, she is as sweet as honey during aftercare.

You were so perfect for me, darling. You made me feel so good and I'm so proud of you. Lean your head back for me please, I'd hate to get shampoo in your beautiful eyes. There, thank you love, doesn't that feel nice? You're always so good for me that I can't help but want to spoil you afterwards. Oh, you are so darling when you blush, come here let me kiss those red cheeks. You are absolutely adorable!

You have no idea what your satisfied sighs and fucked-out expression do to EKKO's heart, do you? He loves witnessing just how good he made you feel and always needs to know he's treating you right. Loves laying in bed with you for hours, sharing sleepy kisses and meaningful glances. He likes to make small talk to make sure you are alright and that you're not too sore. If Ekko notices you wincing when you move, he gives you a gentle massage while kissing the back of your thighs and shoulders. He tells you how much he loves you and how stunning you are. Just the sight of you laying next to him makes his heart feel so warm and his stomach full of butterflies. Little Man appreciates you so much and sees you as his ray of sunshine in the darkness known as the Undercity.

How was that, babe? Did I blow your mind? Haha, guessing by the look you're giving me, I'd say I did. Don't worry, I'll take good care of you. Are you hurting anywhere or feeling sore? Lay on your stomach, I'll give you a nice, relaxing massage. You were pretty amazing too, you know that, firefly? You always look so pretty and sound so cute, I can't help but fall in love with you all over again. Okay, okay, I'll stop teasing but I want you to know that I love you and I'd do anything for you, alright? Good, just relax now, I'm here.

SILCO is, quite surprisingly, very gentle with you. He knows he can be rough and how taxing it can be on both your mind and body so he showers you with praise afterwards. Lets you cuddle into his side while he lights a cigar and tells you how lovely you are. He will prepare a bath for you along with your favorite snacks and drink. Silco will join you in the bath but only if you ask nicely because he prefers showers and has to go back to work. If he notices you're still feeling vulnerable and needy, he will let you sleep in his lap or on the couch in his office while he does his work. Will occasionally stop just to admire your sleepy face and press a soft kiss into your hair, murmuring a soft 'I love you'.

How are you feeling, darling? I wasn't too rough, was I? Alright, but please do let me know if you ever feel like that or if I unintentionally hurt you. I only want to inflict the kind of pain which brings you pleasure but you already know that. You were wonderful, my love, don't you worry. You're always perfect for me. I had a bath prepared for you so feel free to take your time as I have to go over some documents now. If you start missing me, feel free to join me in my office, beloved. There's always a place for you by my side.

VANDER loves giving praise and body worshipping his partner both during and after sex. He'll support himself on his side with his arm while gently caressing your face and hair with the other one. He'll gently murmur how beautiful you are and how lucky he is to have you. Despite his size, Vander is an extremely gentle and caring man, something which he never fails to show around you. He also loves making you laugh as it's the most beautiful sound he has ever been blessed to hear so he will often gently tickle your side or tell jokes. Loves kissing the bruises his hands and mouth left on you, always checking with you whether or not they hurt. Because of the kids, the two of you rarely have time for such activities so Vander makes sure to make each and every opportunity incredibly special and intimate.

Look at you, my darlin'. I keep askin' myself just what have I done to deserve someone as lovely and stunning as you. You are amazing, you know that? You always make me feel so good and I hope I managed to return that favor. I'm sorry we don't get to do this more often but that makes it all the more special, don't you think? Looking at you spread out so beautifully next to me makes my head go all fuzzy, I'll never understand how an old sod such as myself managed to find someone as sweet and alluring as you. Sleep now, love, you deserve to rest. I love you so much, never forget that.

SEVIKA could never get tired of the feeling of your body against hers, so she'll often have you rest on her lap while she sits against the headboard and smokes. She'll draw gentle circles against your thigh with her free hand, admiring the marks she left all over your pretty, pliant body. Will gladly share her cigar with you if you ask her for it, thinks you look adorable when you try to inhale the smoke and fail miserably. She'll pat your back and take her cigar back, telling you to just relax against her until she's finished after which the two of you will take a nice, hot shower. Always asks about how it was for you because she knows she did well and made you see stars but hearing it from you makes pride swell up in her chest. Loves focusing on your pleasure and making you feel good even though she can be rough at times. But Sevika makes sure to make up for any roughness by taking good care of you afterwards.

Just like that, baby, just relax against me. There's no rush, we have all the time in the world. Hand me my lighter, will you? Thank you, sweetness. You want to take a drag? Go ahead but try not to choke haha. What did I tell you, baby, bitter stuff like this aren't meant for some as cute and sweet as you. I'd hate to have my darling choke on anything other than my fingers or stra- Okay okay, no need to be embarrassed, you certainly weren't before. Alright, I'll stop teasing for now, the last thing I want is to have my baby be cross with me so just rest and I promise I'll wash your hair later, sound good? Of course it does, I know all my darling's weak spots.

Oh, this sweet, sweet man. VIKTOR needs to feel your closeness and warmth after you two do it. He loves engulfing your form with his arms and just holding you for a while. He often craves reassurance, needs to know he made you feel good and loved. Your pleasure and enjoyment are a top priority to him and he often doubts his ability to satisfy you because of his health issues. But with how attentive and careful he is, you know he could never make you feel anything less than amazing and he needs you to tell him that. He loves feeling your warmth against him and proposes a bath after the two of you catch your breath. You both wash each other's hair and bodies, making ridiculous shapes with the foam and blowing bubbles all around you. What follows is a soft make out session filled with gentle, wandering touches and tender praise.

Was that alright for you, ljubavi moja? Are you feeling okay? Good, lay down with me for a bit? I just need to feel you next to me, you always make me feel so warm and loved. You were truly wonderful just now, you never cease to amaze me. I am so lucky to have someone so wonderful as my partner, I love you more than anything. Yes, even more than Hextech haha. Your love and care made me realize that there is much more to life than just work and I'll be forever grateful to you for that. Now, how about we take a bath after which we can cuddle as much as you want, alright? Oh, but, can I get a kiss first?

translation: ljubavi moja - my love

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[sillysillygoofygoose]

Aftercare with Toji ♡

Headcanons! MDNI

Soft hours <3

Toji always gives you a final slap on your already flushed out ass, almost as if he's finalizing his job well done.

He fumbles to grab his phone off the nightstand, shaking hands opening the camera and positioning your almost lifeless body, taking another flick for his private gallery of only you.

"You okay, baby?" He finally speaks out after he gains back his breath, leaning over you and giving you a kiss on the forehead.

Toji will not let you out of bed after you fuck. "No, no stay still. Just lay there and look real pretty f'me, okay?"

Will definitely run a bath for you on a night when he isn't too tired out. He'll sit behind you, thick fingers previously used to turn you to slush, de-tangling your knotted up hair.

When he is too tired, he still trudges you over to the bathroom, letting you take care of your business before carrying you back to bed.

Loves to make you so fucked out that the only thing you can do is cling to him as he cleans you up.

Dresses you in only his huge, oversized clothes. He had a pair of boxers that you wore once months ago and from then on, they became yours.

One time, he almost cried after you insisted on giving him aftercare, saying, "You took such good care of me, you deserve it." He'd never felt more vulnerable than he did as you wiped the cum off of his body and replaced it with your soft lips and butterfly kisses.

Makes sure to cuddle you to sleep after every rough scene, a silent way of showing how much he loves you, and telling you he didn't mean all the mean things he said.

"Aw baby, look... you're bruising."

If you ever use your safe word, he silently backs away, not wanting to make you feel uncomfortable. He doesn't talk until you put your arms around his shoulders and assure him that you're okay.

"I'm sorry baby, I really didn't mean to go too far... you know I'd never really hurt you, right?"

Cherishes the silence of when the two of you just lay in the afterglow, feeling each other's bodies with no confines.

Always tells you how proud he is of you as he cleans you up <3

Hope you enjoyed! Xoxo

#fem reader #jjk x reader #size difference #age difference #18+ content #jjk #jjk toji #toji fushiguro #toji x reader #toji smut #toji headcanons #toji zenin #toji x you

[oukabarsburgblr]

hii!! this is so embarassing to ask because i never do this,, but by any chance do you have plans on making a continuation of the ybc x male reader fic? i enjoyed it like SO MUCH 🥹 i'd like to know more of reader's relationship with the characters, especially some of them who seems to be into him (akemi, kashima, tamura, toono? etcetc) 👉👈 more smut would be appreciated too heheh love to see the reader getting manhandled and all 🤭 thank you for your hard work by the way!! big fan of your works 💖💖

drabble...aftermath of YBC

FEATURING : AKEMI, TAMURA, KASHIMA, TOONO x male reader

Pls dont be embarassed to flood my inbox hahaha. i feel like my work is appreciated when they do. Thank you for reading my posts! I dont intend to continue on YBC since the manga itself is unfinished and i prioritise the plot of the original manga. Although i did promise a small fic somewhere in my old comments so heres a snack 🌭

Spanking, filming, talking, dubcon, small smut (not as much as the previous one)

(m/n) liked to believe that his life would continue as normal after that. Maybe he shouldn't really put his trust in those perverts. Akemi out of all people.

"Look here, (m/n)-chan~"

The blonde cooed, pulling the (h/c)'s face up to look at the camera in front of them. (m/n) only drooled, his body limp on the singular bed with Akemi humping his ass in the blonde's room.

The day before, was the revolutionary gangbang and (m/n) passed out, too tired to even clean himself but he awoke in the president's room. His body was cleaned and expected his lower half ached but he didn't expect the blonde to climb on top of him asking for seconds.

"Ahn! You're so- mmmff cute, (m/n)!" Akemi mewled, pounding his dick into the (h/c)'s ass, who was on his knees, his teary-eyed cock-drunk face facing the camera, giving his best lewd face with the bed creaking underneath them.

Akemi proposed for a video, wanting a memento of their special moment, albeit (m/n) was no longer a virgin, he reassured (m/n) that he was still as sensitive as one.

"Mmmn ughh unh-" (m/n)'s breath hitched, he fisted the sheets underneath him as his sore hole leaked lube and twitched every time Akemi thrusted his dick in. He was not sober, still drowsy from yesterday's pounding session but he let the blonde ravaged him, too tired to resist, and it was a win for him too.

Pushing his hips back, (m/n) weakly tried to fuck himself on the blonde too, the president laughing and kissing his back with encouragement. "You really are the best. Even better than us Yaribu!" Akemi licked and bit his neck, drawing out whimpers from the (h/c).

Akemi pulled out and quickly finished himself on (m/n)'s ass, making sure the camera caught view of his cum smeared all over the (h/c)'s bottom and dripping down his back. (m/n) whined, he wanted another round as Akemi leaned forward to grab the phone, pulling (m/n) up and shoving it in his face.

"Say 'not a virgin'~" (m/n) did not say it, only frowning and smacking the laughing blonde who delved into the former's previous request, making sure he recorded every single orgasm (m/n) achieved, his camera lens capturing his squirting cum-filled hole.

-

Tamura was a bit nicer to (m/n) when it comes to sex. Although his mouth was foul, he was a cooperating person in intimacy. They were friends, maybe. But the (h/c) wished the fucker would shut up at times.

"Come on, senpai. Pretty sure you can go faster than that!"

They would fuck if they had run into each other, if his vice-captain wasn't by his side, of course. Tamura sloppily making out with (m/n) as they stumble somewhere private to satiate their lust, in this case, the janitor's closet.

(m/n) had tears slipping down his chin, whines from his throat as he rode the blue-haired second year. His knees scratched against the wooden floor, his ass slapping on top of Tamura's thighs and his anus swallowing the latter's veiny cock.

"Ahn ahn ahh ah! Mmff- I'm gonna cum! C-Cumming- soon-" (m/n) squealed as he squirted out ropes of cum onto Tamura's abs, his hole clenching around the latter who quickly thrusted up into the squirming third year. "Who knew you had this side of you!"

The second year kissed (m/n), his tongue shoved down the latter's throat before pulling out to mock him again. "You have such a neat face and a polite facade. You're the perfect slut!"

Slapping Tamura, (m/n) hissed in pain as the second year dug his nails into his waist. "Fuck you." Tamura licked his lips in excitement. "I like you." He purred, aroused at getting cursed at.

-

Kashima was the sweetest. In sex and in person.

"(m/n)-senpai!" The first year ran to him, catching up at the other end of a hallway. "How are you today?"

He grinned and would suck up to the volleyball captain, wanting his attention from his other crush. Kashima would often try to run into the third year, crossing paths in the upperclass' hallways or passing by the volleyball gym. It was cute, to say the most, Kashima's little crush that is.

It wasn't so little when he was in other positions.

"(m/n)-senpai urmmff! I like you! Ngh mmngg-" Kashima held up (m/n) against the shower room, the (h/c) pulling him in when there was no one and they slobbered over each other, tearing clothes off and the first year was so passionate with him.

But (m/n) knew his mind would drift elsewhere. Toono, to be exact.

(m/n) panted, his arms around the ravenette's neck, his legs locking around Kashima's torso who was pounding his hips into (m/n)'s against the cold and wet wall. His eyes lulled back into his skull at Kashima's rough thrusts.

He knew there was something going on between Kashima and Toono, he saw it during the end of the gangbang. And he had no plans to interfere, only indulging in Kashima's affections for him as he doted on his kind kouhai.

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Toono was still embarrassed to face the third year, hiding away every time their eyes clashed and jumping into bushes if the (h/c) so happened to be walking by. It was annoying and amusing to the third year, the reaper who had brought him to the Yaribu's room.

But it was getting tired to see him running away.

"Stop being so scared of me."

(m/n) confronted the brunette, who cornered himself in the library when the (h/c) had only wanted to grab a book for his upcoming studies. Toono nodded wildly, agreeing with the third year. "Y-Yes! Of course, senpai!"

The (h/c) rolled his eyes. "I told you, I'm fine. It wasn't that bad, it was fun too!" "FUN???" (m/n) pressed his lips into a thin line. "Duh. It's a gangbang." "B-But, we're guys so-"

The captain grabbed his face and smacked their lips together, wanting to shut up the stammering brunnette. It wasn't the most morally correct action but it felt right and Toono wouldn't shut up about his oh so heterosexual-ness.

Toono was stiff at first before he began to melt into the kiss, his hands shaking as he gripped onto (m/n)'s shirt. The (h/c) pulled away, gazing down at the blushing first year. "You should stop talking about 'we're all men' stuff, okay? It's repetitive and a fib."

The brunette only nodded, in awe of the third year. (m/n) promptly left the starstruck Toono, as he ushered himself out of the library with a satisfied huff.

[END SCENE]

[unedited]

Afterthoughts :

The anime left out so many things in the manga i just speedrunned an hour ago. Like they did NOT look like twinks. I could not find a future with Shikatani, Itome, Yaguchi, Jimmy and Yuri for this specific scenario, like they would not gaf, especially Itome who would definitely plan to murder (m/n) at one point.

With said, I would not be writing for YBC (except for that one user rq i forgot the username to) not until Kashima and Toono finally get together properly. I LURVE KASHIMA ARGH.

Sorry for those who's seen the cropped out fic for this and im aware i did not put my 100% for this mess. I dont think i can write properly any time soon and I just realised I'm terrible with requests haha. Think im gonna focus on my ocs more. Had so much fun with those aus.

BONUS :

Daisuke grasped his captain's face, licking (m/n)'s lips as they stumbled onto the desk of the empty classroom. "I can't stand it. Seeing you with them." The (h/c) felt shivers run down his spine as Daisuke pulled his uniform off. "It just happens. Thought nothing would change."

(m/n) gasped out, his body lying on the table as Daisuke pressed himself on top of the (h/c), his heart racing and his hands shaking. "I was furious. Furious at them for harassing you. But I never thought you'd go to them." "People are making a big fuss out of my virginity. It's just sex- mmff!"

The (h/c) covered his mouth as Daisuke shoved his hand into his pants, fondling and pressing his crotch. "You are everything to me, (m/n). Everything I could ever wish for." Daisuke kissed his captain's neck, pulling off his own shirt.

"You are the pinnacle of my sins and greed."

(m/n) felt his heart was beating so fast, his hands groping the ravenette's chest as he opened his legs further, helping Daisuke shuffle his pants off. "Should've told me sooner." He mumbled, licking and biting Daisuke's neck.

"I was waiting for you first." Daisuke snapped back, pulling (m/n)'s face and shoving his tongue against the latter's, making out passionately, drool slipping out from the corner of their mouths.

"It's my fault then?" The captain teased, his mind getting hotter as he bucked his hips against Daisuke's. "No. I could never blame you. It's those stupid perverts."

(m/n) laughed as he cupped the pouting ravenette's cheeks. "You have no one to blame but yourself." He winked at his vice-captain. "Then let me make up to you." Daisuke grinned, his body pressing more against the twitching (h/c), only the evening sun baring witness to their ludicrous confessions.

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@tehyunnie @rainnyydaysworld

The difference in quality w my oc and the ybc members???? I failed you all💀 ill edit it properly

#bottom male reader #sub male reader #x male reader #male reader #male reader smut #ybc x male reader #ybc #yarichin b club #yarichin bitch club x reader #yarichin bitch club

[velvetydream]

꒰ :🥀 [ Just for a minute ] ”♡ᵎ꒱ˀˀ ↷ ⋯

Summary : Angel came back rather late again like always, or rather early. You decide to join him in his room with anything he needs as comfor tand maybe you end up risking your soul for the one you love.

Pairing : Angel Dust x Reader

Word count : 1549 Words

Genre : Comfort, Soft, Angst

Warnings ➵ Mentioning of Angels workplace and job,

deal with Alastor

a/n : Even if this is a comfort fic, please be aware that it mentions heavy themes, so if you do not feel in the right mind, go back and read smth else please, take care everyone!♡

If you need any help or someone to talk to, here is a site to help search for helplines in your country♡ -> HELPLINES

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It was early in the morning when Angel came back from working the whole night, body exhausted and sore. No one even awake yet, all of the others getting the rest, he wished to have. Fat nuggets already slumbering on his pillow, as Angel finally laid down ready to sleep his worries away.

Now it was hours later, the hotel echoing with voices and laughter. Alastor was getting on Vaggie and Husk's nerves, Niffty was off like the little maniac she is hunting down roaches, while you and Charlie enjoyed a quiet talk over some tea. Just slowly you noticed, that you hadn't seen Angel at all this day, it was almost noon which was unusual even for him. "Sorry to interrupt you Charls, but did you see Angel at all today?" Taking a look around, now it also doomed on Charlie that Angel was nowhere to be seen. Shaking her head now, you bid your goodbye to Charlie for now, mentioning how you would be going to check on Angel.

The white spider surely had a special place in your heart already now, so you were really worried, especially knowing he had to work last night.

Walking up the stairs and to Angel's room, the pink LED heart with spidery lines around it shone softly on your face, inside the heart were four pictures he had hung up together. One was of his pet pig Fat Nuggets, one was with Charlie hugging him, him with Niffty and Husk, the last one was of you and Angel, your arms laying comfortable around his neck, as you press a soft kiss on his cheek, written under the picture was > My love <.

Angel and you were not yet official, but almost everyone in this hotel could see that your affection and love for each other was beyond that of just friends.

Raising your hand now, you softly knock on the door, it takes a few seconds, but you can hear Angel's muffled voice invite you inside. In the room, your heart was breaking. He layed on his bed all curled together, Fat nuggets in his arm, the blanket pulled up to his chin. The room was chaotic, probably not really having had the chance to clean up yet.

"Oh sweets, it's you.." Angel looked over his shoulder, before sitting up as he noticed it was you standing in her room. His face looked tired, yet he still tried to smile. It hurt you to see him like this and you swore you would do anything you could to get him out of his contract. "Oh baby, you don't have to smile, I know you're not okay, so come here.." Walking over to him, your hand softly glides over his head now as you pull him into a hug. It took him a second to realize what was happening, before he laid his arms around you, letting out an exhausted sigh. "I'm sorry.. Last night was.. rough.." Resting his head against your stomach, as his arms hold your waist softly. You assumed it was, he looked more tired than usual.

"Let's lay down hm? Do you want to tell me about it?" Guiding him, you lay down on his bed, slightly propped up against the headrest, as you pull Angel to rest on your chest. Slowly feeling his body starting to relax against yours. "I'd rather not talk about it right now.. Let's just cuddle a bit.." Angel already closed his eyes, as your hand runs up and down his back, noticing a soft smile on his face from the caressing of your hands. It warms your heart to know that Angel felt this safe and comfortable with you. Pressing a kiss to his head now, making him look up at you with a smile. "With what did I deserve that?" Smiling back at him, your hand resting on his cheek now, your thumb running up and down. "Just wanted to show how much I love you.." Angel's eyes grow wide as your lips softly press a kiss to his forehead next. You two never voiced anything about loving one another, so this was making his heart jump and happy.

"I love you too.." Hiding his face in the crook of your neck now, you could feel some wetness on your shoulder, but you don't mention, that he deserves to be able to cry to his heart's content. You were going to be here through it all, holding Angel in your arms, making sure he knew that he was safe with you.

After napping together, you hand Angel off to Charlie and Vaggie, making sure they will take care of him now and make sure he eats a good warm, and hearty meal, exusing yourself with the excuse that you have something to attend to.

Standing in front of a certain red-haired deer demon's room now. Knocking and entering as you were called inside. "Greetings my dear! What can I help you with?" The cheerful voice of Alastor boomed through the room, as he came over to you, towering over you with his height. "I want to make a deal." Ears immediately turning to you, his smirk grew wider. You knew this was probably the worst idea ever, but you would do anything and everything for Angel. "Splendid! What is your proposal darling? Do tell me!" Alastor was always keen on making deals with people, especially if it would perhaps end in him having another soul. "I want you to help me get Angel out of his contract with Valentino. Tell me what you want in return and you will get it."

His eyes were watching you the whole time, acting as if he was thinking of what he wanted, despite knowing exactly what he would ask for such a big favor. "Well my dear, that is quite a big favor to ask for! So.. Your soul bound to me, for in return I will free your darling little Angel of his chains!" Holding out his hand now, green shining from it, as his smirk got bigger and his eyes turned to dials. Hesitating for a second, but in the end, you shake his hand with determination. Chains manifesting themselves around your neck, the end in his hand now, as he looks at them smirking before they disappear again. "Great to make a deal with you sweetheart! Well then, on to me fulfilling my side of the deal!" Before you knew it, he was gone inside his shadow, you had no idea what he was going to do, but you do trust him.

Your back hits the door now as the realization sinks in, your soul is now in his hands, but if that meant Angel would be free from Valentino, you would do it again in a heartbeat anytime.

While waiting for Alastor, you decided to look for the others for now, finding them all in the foyer to have a little game. Joining them, Husk's eyes immediately fell upon you, noticing something was up, but he didn't dare ask in front of everyone else right now. The game Charlie came up with went on for quite a while, a certain radio demon striding into the foyer and over to you with a smirk. Presented to you now was a gold scroll, you look up to Alastor as he nods - Angels contract. Everyone's eyes were on you, especially Angel's wide ones, as you took the scroll into your hands.

Quickly you were pulled up and after Angel, to his room. "What does this mean? What did you do?!" His eyes were staring at the scroll, as you slowly unrolled it in front of him. On it was his signature, which was all he had to see. Looking him in the eyes, you tear up the paper in front of him, before letting it glide to the floor. "You're free Anthony.." He dropped to his knees upon hearing his name fall from your lips, tears already streaming down his face, he was free? Free from Valentino and that damned studio? His hands desperately reaching out to you, as you sink to your knees in front of him, letting him pull you into a hug. "How? Why..?" He couldn't get his head around how or why you did it, in the deepest part of him he knew, but he needed to hear you say it. "How? Well, let's say I'm on the leash of a certain demon in this hotel now and why? Because I love you, you deserve to be happy and free." Sobbing now echoed in the room, as you just held him through all those emotions he was feeling right now.

"I'm sorry.." Apologizing to you, he looks up, his eyes red and teary. You smile at him, telling him he had nothing to be sorry about and that it was your own will to give your soul for his. While Alastor might be just as bad, if not even worse, than Valentino, as long as you listen to him, you will be just fine. "I love you okay? I never want to see you like this ever again, okay?" Nodding now, he leans down and catches your lips in a soft kiss. The first one of many to follow.

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin #hazbin angel dust #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel imagine #hazbin x you #hazbin x reader #hazbin hotel x you #angel dust #angel dust x reader #angel dust x you #angel dust imagine #hazbin imagine #Anthony #anthony x reader #hazbin hotel anthony

[batfamluvr]

BATBOYS FAV POSITIONS

Dick Grayson is a bit of wild card. But walk with me, Dick is a doggy style kinda guy (Dixon's run). Face down and ass up is how he loves to see you. He definitely runs his hands up and down your back, subtly deepening your arch.

I can see it now: Dick has you bent over, a vise grip on your hips, and he's going at a punishing pace." Baby so whining just for me," he'd groan out. Be prepared for Dick's hands to snake up into your hair. It doesn't matter what length or texture, his hands will be in your hair. He may even pull it if he's feeling kinky and in one of his moods.

he half-moans as his hips smack against your ass." Do I feel that good, love?," he'd ask with a smug and knowing smirk. Then he'd bring your back flush against his chest and wrap his hands up in your hair." You're gorgeous when you cum around my cock," he'd whisper in your ear and speed up his already impossible pace.

Consider that star imploding, sun draining orgasm one of many he'll give you. Dick has got master stamina, and you'll go round after round until you tap out. Even then he'll go," hmm? Cant do anymore? I fucked you that dumb all you can do is moan and tap on my thigh, huh?"

Jason Todd is a man who loves to be ridden. I believe it's called the cowgirl position. He's usually tired from striking fear into Gotham criminals, but he knows you want sex and he wants to please you--or you mutually want sex.

He'd definitely let you take the reins. Jason would smile as you pressed his chest and laid him down on the bed and climbed onto his lap. His cock would jump at the feeling of heat radiating from your cunt." Fuck, so wet and pretty...'s all mine ," he groaned.

Soon enough, your cunt was squeezing and milking his cock. He had his arms wrapped around your waist and his head buried in your tits as he whimpered and moaned." P-Please keep going." Jason would also rub your clit as you rode him. He prefers to see you orgasm more than anything--and he knows the sooner you cum, he can too.

I'm also a firm believer of Jason enjoying you overstimulating him. Maybe him projecting (even though that's lowkey what HCs are) but I think Jason likes being pushed past his limit. He'd love for you to keep riding after he's already came. His thighs tensed and quivering; his cheeks plump and cherry kissed; white strands of hair sticking to his forehead from sweat. He'd have a grip on your biceps and be fucking you onto his cock like a toy, just listening to your dazed and incoherent babbles as you both use each other past your respective limits.

Jason moans and whimpers as he cums. Walk with me: Dick is a grunter, Jason is a moan/whimperer, Bruce is silent but you can tell from the way his abs tense, and Tim is a speaker. Damian (way older obv) is a cusser, I feel.

Anyway, back to Jason: he's does aftercare for you both. Depending on how hard you used each other, the aftercare is different. If Jason and been traveling and you hadn't seen each other, so y'all REALLY fucked each other silly, like thigh trembling, hardly coherent silly then he'd wrap you in his arms and y'all would go to sleep. But if it was normal post-orgasm feeling, then he'd run you both a bath.

Ima need y'all to really walk with me on this one: Jason would wash you. Not in a creepy way, but in a loving way. He's showing affection, not control or dominance, but love. I truly believe he'd buy your beauty products even if it cut into his budget. Jason would love to massage the soap into your skin; he'd feel at peace when he ran the shampoo through your strands of hair, ensuring each lock was wiped clean of the absolute debauchery y'all had just gotten into.

Tim Drake from what I'd read gives me a 69 kinda vibe. He thinks it would kill two birds with one stone. You both get off, you both are happy and it saves time. Not only is it efficient, it also ensures that he doesn't tire out and embarrass himself with his lack of sexual stamina.

I may lose y'all with this one, but Tim is not that good of a fucker, but his true gifts lie in cunnilingus. He can out-eat anyone, especially with the right person--you. Tim would have you moaning around his cock, back arched and thighs trembling. He'd have his arms locked around your legs, just sucking on your clit and tonguing your hole. And he wouldn't stop until his lips and nose were slimy and soaked.

Tim tries harder than any of the Bat-boys because he feels like he has to prove himself. He feels like he hardly won you over as it is, so the least he could do is please you. I also think, no I know, Tim has a praise kink. When y'all do go P in V, I think he'd stick to missionary until he felt comfortable enough to try something else." You make me feel so...so good," in that moan-y voice will have Tim unintentionally blowing his load and then feeling embarrassed about it. He'd also get a rag to clean you up. And his version of aftercare is eating and watching movies if you're up for it.

Bruce Wayne prefers it when you're both lying on your sides and he can hike your leg up and fuck you deeper. He'd have a hand in your hair, and his pillow-soft lips would be laying kisses on your sweaty neck. He can't get enough of your scent. Being with you brings out the primal side of him, the wild and carefree side.

I truly believe the sex would have little spoken words. He's not big on praise or degradation. Though he does oh-so adore your moans. He'd liquify your sweet sounds and inject them into his blood stream if he could, to get high on you. That's one addiction he wouldn't mind having nor would he be rushing to kick.

He's also very iffy on the aftercare. Sometimes he's the pinnacle of aftercare etiquette. Other times he's cold and stand-offish when he feels he's slacking and shirking his duties as Batman. He'll retreat into the Bat. And even as he yells and insults, he HOPES you won't get tired and leave. He HOPES he can shut himself up before making an irreversible mistake. Hope is a big thing for him. After all, he's a man of facts and statistics.

Even if Bruce can't be there in the flesh, he still ensures you're taken care of. Bruce ensures you have the best and warmest meal. Whether it's Alfred's making or the fanciest restaurant in Gotham. He'd have wardrobes and glam teams flown in from Paris and Italy to personally attend to your appearance. Not because he feels you need it or he'd rather you look a certain way. He'd love you if you wore a plastic bag. No, he's doing it for you. You want clothes and shoes. You want makeup, and he wants the best for you. So premier glam teams it is.

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[kiame-sama]

Drag Me To Hell- (Yandere!Alastor x Chubby!Fem!reader) pt 2.

Warnings; same warnings apply from Hazbin Hotel as to here, but if you know Hazbin, you're already prepared for what's coming, spoilers for episode 1 of Hazbin, a bit more "background" for reader, fem pronouned reader,

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"I swear, if you film me goin' at it with mister fancy-talk creepy voice here, you'd be rollin' in participants willin' to stay at this tacky hotel."

"Haha, never going to happen."

You glanced over from where you sat at Husker's bar, seeing Angel Dust make a few gestures to Alastor. The Radio Demon in question had a sneer on his face disguised as a wide grin, almost seeming annoyed with the consistent light flirting from Angel.

Angel would never have him.

Alastor- as you knew him- was not an overly sexual being, and anything that did come over him was fleeting if even substantial enough to act on. Besides, he was not one to expose himself to just anyone. It took decades for Alastor to come to you, and you were by his side more often than anyone else in his demonic life. You suspected part of why he was even willing to approach you about the matter was because you were already the equivalent of a lady in waiting to him.

His living diary. His secretary. His studio assistant. His bed-fellow. His ensnared soul bound eternally to be loyal to him alone. His favorite soul in the entire collection.

You weren't his strongest- if anything, you were his weakest- but you were his favorite.

"Hey," Angel started, "I have a question, if freaky-face over there is so powerful, then why can't he just make people stay here?"

"Oh, trust me," the light around Alastor faded and his antlers slightly grew, "I can!"

It was then Husker spoke up, a bottle in hand and a frown on his face.

"Why do you think I'm here?"

The hell-cat bartender was a familiar face to you. He was yet another soul in Alastor's repertoire and his contract was one that made you pity the gruff demon. You were there when it was struck after-all, not that Husker knew that.

Alastor didn't like going places without you, so he would often contain you inside of his microphone cane. In a sense, you were the spirit possessing his microphone. Where it went, so did you, meaning you were always by Alastor's side. Of course, you could be separate from it, he just didn't usually want you to be. An eternal summon bound by the shred of demonic power you had to your name.

"You actually think I'd be cleaning bottles and listening to you fucks bitch and moan all the time if he wasn't forcin' me?"

"I like being forced."

"Keep that to yourself, Niff."

The sudden interjection from Nifty actually made you laugh, knowing the twisted inner workings of another of Alastor's 'summons'. Nifty was more like you than Husker, far more intertwined to Alastor and his whims than others. Nifty was more of a pet to Alastor- not that you were any better- and she kept things tidied to Alastor's standards.

"Never change, Nifty."

She smiled at you and Husker rolled his eyes, wiping down the same bottle once again. Husker was damn good at being a bartender and listening, even if he bitched about it while it happened. Between the three of you, you all were used to Alastor and his general behavior in most situations. As Alastor's confidant and microphone, you knew him better than anyone else and even then there were things you didn't know about him.

"Darling, can we talk a moment?"

The words sent anxiety down your spine, but you were quick to answer the non-optional summons. Walking up to his side he lazily wrapped an arm around you, leading you away from the group.

"Yes, Alastor?"

"Ah-ah, what did we talk about?"

"Sorry... Yes... Dear?"

"Hm, I never get tired of hearing that. I just wanted you away from them for a bit, that's all~"

Part of you wondered if Alastor was being serious or not, but decided that he had done far deadlier things to other demons for far less than vaguely annoying him by existing. If anything, his new interest in 'pet-names' was a recent development that likely had to do with his growing jealousy. You had been with Alastor on his seven-year 'sabbatical' and now you both were among others like this. It was clear to you that he was finding himself a bit more possessive of you.

"Just happy to have you here, and trust me, I'll make sure you never leave."

#kiame-sama #yandere #x reader #yandere x reader #reader insert #tw yandere #yandere alastor #yandere hazbin hotel #tw cursing #tw demons #tw blasphemy

[asuyaka]

Heyy, idk if u're still taking requests or not but if u're not just ignore this!

TikTok really came to drag me down the Satosugu hole by the foot this week goddamn. Anyways, I'd like to request my favorite sad gay boys with a m!reader who's a effeminate soft boy and is usually pretty quiet and cooperative but the second someone says something remotely negative about the two m!reader is already throwing hands and burying the offender's head onto the ground. Bonus point if he's from the Zen'in clan!

No one's ever calling Geto's bangs 'weird' with m!reader around lol.

- '🌈' Anon.

★ - yes! reqs are open !! when the first (yippie!!) one piece one shot comes out s'when reqs are gunna close briefly cause 've got other things m'needa work on! (❁´◡`❁)

☆ - Satosugu x M! Zen'in clan reader!

Lulling chirping sounds sounded through the second-year classroom as the sun began to rise. The sound of sweeping and the screech of desks moving across the table sounded through your ears.

With a gentle hand, you plucked the dead leaves off the bouquet of flowers that usually resided on the window sill next to your seat; plucking off the leaves as well and shaking it so the petals could become more pronounced.

After cutting the stem so water could flow through them, you placed the flowers in their vase and put them in their designated position, a pleased smile on your face when you realized that was the last thing you needed to do for cleaning duty, even though it wasn't your turn.

The door slid open behind you as a tired-looking Yaga walked into class. His eyes widened for a bit when they saw you before his expression turned sour. "Good morning, [Name]. I thought Satoru had cleaning duty for today?"

You bowed politely in greeting. "He asked me to do it because he had to get limited edition crepes today."

Yaga sets his things on the table with an annoyed mumble. "Thank you, please make sure he gets to class on time."

You nodded as you left the classroom. The sun shone down on your face through the windows as you made your way to Suguru's and Satoru's dorms.

You pass by Shoko in the kitchen who was hunched over the counter making a cup of coffee. "Want a cup?" She asks, biting and finishing the remaining pocky in her mouth.

'If Suguru woke up a few minutes ago, he'd want some. Maybe Satoru would like some hot chocolate too.' You thought briefly before turning your attention back to the brunette. "Yes, please. One hot chocolate and black coffee."

Shoko grins at that instantly recognizing the order. "You've got it Mister Zen'in."

You wave goodbye and continue your journey. Suguru's dorm isn't that far from the kitchen so you got there in a short amount of time. You knocked, politely waiting for an answer.

"[Name]-chan? If it's you, you can come in!" Satoru's voice answered.

You open the door to see two bags of delivered crepes beside Satoru, who is painting Suguru's nails black. "See? Got some for you guys 'cause I'm such a nice person!"

Suguru rolls his eyes. "You only got them because you remembered flunking on cleaning duty."

You take a seat beside them, staring at Suguru's black nails. "Yaga says I should make sure you two get to class on time."

Satoru snorts, the tiniest bit of blue peeking out from his glasses. "Yeah, and when have we ever listened to what Yaga says?"

"You don't. Maybe Suguru, but I actually enjoy not getting punched in the head every time you do something stupid." You interject, causing Satoru to gasp loudly.

"Suguru! Do you hear this? I do everything I can to make sure you two are well fed and all I get in return is bullying!" Satoru whines as he sets the nail polish aside to let Suguru's nails dry and picks up the bags with a bright smile on his face.

Shoko kicks the door open with two mugs in her hand. "Here you go losers. Zen'in blink twice if they're forcing you to be here."

Suguru and Satoru stare at you expectingly, an exaggerated gasp when they see your eyes close twice.

Shoko giggles, patting the top of your head affectionately. "Yeah, I'd be scared if I was forced to hang out with them too."

She walks out of the room with a reminder that class starts in a few hours. Satoru brought out the crepes and immediately started eating them as he read the Digimon manga, periodically sipping his extra-sweet cocoa.

"[Name], why didn't you get a drink?" Suguru asks, picking up a crepe carefully so the paint doesn't smudge.

You shrug. "The place I normally get my drinks at is too far to walk in the morning."

Satoru looks at you blankly as he stuffs his face with more food. "I could've teleported, dummy. C'mon, road trip time!" He exclaims as he grabs you and Suguru.

"Satoru, no— you haven't even mastered it yet—"

You feel reality split and your stomach churns uncomfortably for a brief second before everything stills again. The sound of cars blaring runs through your ears as a familiar sidewalk reflects through your eyes. "See? easy!"

"[Name]? Are you okay?" Suguru asks, squatting in front of you with worry all over his face.

Taking a minute to breathe, you feel everything finally settle. You have no idea how Satoru can do that without throwing up. "Yes, I am... okay. Just a little disoriented."

Suguru shoots a glare at the albino who rubs your back apologetically. "Well, my apology is your drink! So come on, I wanna get back to the crepes before Shoko's fat ass eats them."

"Shoko doesn't even like the crepes you order. It's always too much sugar." Suguru defends, slapping Satoru upside the head as the three of you walk into the shop.

It's a small cafe situated inside a bookstore with soft Lofi music playing in the background. The three of you get in line. It's short, most likely due to how early it was but that only meant you could get back to the dorms on time.

You hear snickering behind you but pay no mind. After all, it was a public place, and whatever affairs other people had wasn't your business.

Then, you hear something about how a guy has his nails painted. In the corner of your eye, you can see them pointing at Suguru.

Either Suguru and Satoru notice and they don't care, or they don't notice. Either way, you weren't going to let them poke fun at your friend (boyfriend?) and get away with it.

"Is something the matter?"

They stare at you, visibly sizing you up. "Wondering why your friend has nail polish on, isn't that only for chicks?"

Satoru taps you on your shoulder. "Take it outside, don't want you to beat their ass and get banned, yanno?"

You acknowledge him but keep a sharp gaze on the two of them. "Giving gendered terms to inanimate objects is an extremely stupid thing to do. It is not on you, so why should you care what he has on?"

The implication of calling them stupid seemed to hit a nerve because a vein pops in their forehead and their fists clench. "Cause it's fucking gay. What? You like taking it up the ass too?"

"If a fight is what you want, then that is fine with me. Do not let your petty ideals and quite frankly shitty opinions mess up my morning."

They keep talking as you make your way outside. The instant the door chimes close, a loud groan rips through one of their mouths.

They hold onto their nose, now streaming blood and broken. "Dude, what the fuck?!"

"You wanted a fight, did you not? Now, I am quite busy at the moment so if that is all, then I bid you a good rest of your day."

As you were about to walk back into the store, Suguru and Satoru came out with your drink in hand. "Yo! Here, got the kind you like cause I loveee you so much!" Satoru kisses your cheek and hands you your order, especially as you like it.

"Thank you, Satoru. Would you like to go back to the dorms now?"

Suguru stuffs a cake pop in your mouth, handing Satoru one and eating one as well. "Thanks for... that, by the way."

"It's no problem. You are my... partner, after all."

Satoru grins as he latches onto the two of you again. "Teleportation time, let's go!"

"Satoru, no—"

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[likedovesinthewindd]

Hi are you still taking requests I was wondering if u could do something like Hobie visiting his girlfriend(who is a nurse or doctor) at a free clinic in his universe after leaving HQ and they are just being a cute couple in love(maybe suggestive if u feel comfortable). Bonus points if the topic of kids come up(u know cuz of Mayday) and Y/N is like you’d be a good dad.

i am! and i love this sm so I'll give it my best

hobie brown x fem!reader

warning: mentions of needles and other medical terminology, a slight bit suggestive but nothing too crazy i promise.

wc: ±870

a/n: i love this gif omg😭

gif not mine, all credit to original creator.

Days at the clinic were busy most of the time, but you had been fortunate enough to have a fairly calm afternoon on your hands.

You were just getting ready to go home, getting all your things together, when you heard a knock on the door, before you heard the squeak of it being opened. You turned around to find Hobie standing in the doorframe, his tall figure slightly crouched and a smile on his pretty face.

"What a nice suprise, thought you were still at HQ," you said, zipping your backpack and throwing it over your shoulder. "Just got back, thought I'd check in on my favorite nurse," he said with a smirk and you rolled your eyes playfully. "I'm serious," he said when he saw this, "missed my girl."

You gave him a warm smile, trying not to show how much his words made your stomach flutter with butterflies. "You caught me at the perfect time, just got off," you said as you made your way to him, wrapping your arms around and sighing when you felt his long ones wrap around you. "Let's get you home, love," he said and you hummed.

Most of your colleagues knew about you and Hobie, seeing as he always came around the clinic to visit you on your breaks. At first they had been noticeably shocked at the pairing, but it quickly dissipated after every visit.

On your walk home, he had asked you to tell him about his day. He always asked you to tell him about your day; every day. He loved hearing the way you'd describe every task you'd completed and anything weird you had witnessed, your voice alone enough to make him feel like a smitten schoolboy. He quite frankly didn't care if you had the most boring day imaginable either, he just loved hearing your voice.

"I had to give a little girl a shot today. Poor thing was terrified of needles, like petrified. I ended up having to sing her favorite song with her just to distract her," you said as the two of you took the flight of stairs that led to your shared apartment. "That probably scared her even more," he said jokingly and you poked him in the ribs with your housekey, before jabbing it into your apartment door. "Asshole," you muttered, your smile betraying your angry facade.

"Y'know I'm jus' joking," he said his height allowing him to place a kiss on the top of your head as you struggled with the door. "Don't let that damn piercing get stuck in my hair again, please," you warned as you finally got the door open. "Yes ma'am," he said laughing into your hair, removing his lips reluctantly and following you into the apartment.

You quickly whipped up something for the two of you to eat, while he cleaned the bedroom that the two of you had neglected this morning, both too busy getting ready for the day. When you finally finished, the two of you made your way to the couch, equally hungry and tired.

You ate quietly as comfortably as the soft music coming from Hobie's old CD player filled the room with a calm atmosphere. You found yourself thinking about your day once again, and before you even had time to register it, the question had left your lips.

"Would you ever want kids, bee?"

The question threw him a bit off guard. He seized his chewing, quietly placing his spoon back into his bowl and turning to you.

"Are you...?" he tried and your eyes widened. "No! Lord, no I'm not, I'm just curious," you said, placing your own bowl on the small coffee table. "Where's this comin' from?" he asked and you shrugged. "I just thought about the little girl at the clinic, then I thought about little May and how much she likes you. I just think you'd be a cool dad."

Hobie's eyebrows rose in intrigue at your admission, followed by a smile. "Well, I know you'd be an amazing mommy," he said playfully and you couldn't help giggling. After a moment he spoke up again. "Is this your way of telling me you want a baby?" he asked. You shrugged again. "Maybe, not right now obviously, but one day. I was serious when I said you'd be a good father." He smiled, noticing the way his heart clenched at your sincerity. If he ever did decide to have children, he'd gladly share that with you.

"Maybe one day," he said and you smiled, taking both your dirty dishes to the sink; a task left for tomorrow morning. "I'm gonna take a shower, I need to get out of these clothes," you said making your way back to the couch, in search of your phone. "That's a damn shame, you always look so sexy in your blue uniform," Hobie said and you laughed.

He swiftly pulled you into his lap and you yelped at the sudden movement. "Maybe we could get started on that baby," he said playfully and you swatted his chest. "You're fucking crazy," you exclaimed, making him break into a fit of laughter.

"Was worth the try."

#hobie brown x reader #hobie brown x you #hobie brown fluff #hobie brown fanfiction #spiderman atsv #spiderpunk x reader #spiderpunk atsv #spiderpunk x you #likedovesinthewindd