#and promptly traps him in cuddles

[ghost-bxrd]

You mentioned that Fae Dick doesn't allow anyone near Jason while he is healing. How does Bruce handle his son being alive again, only for his other son not to allow him near? What does it take for Fae Dick to allow Bruce near the newly resurrected Jason?

Predictably, Bruce does NOT handle it very well.

For one, Dick squirreled Jason away into his own rooms and refuses to let anyone inside on the threat of being chased outside manor grounds by a murder of crows. Only regular meals by Alfred are accepted, and even he is only allowed a few supervised minutes in Jason’s presence before Dick grows antsy and shuts the door in his face.

Bruce is… both concerned and reluctantly hopeful. But mostly he’s his usual pessimistic self and assumes that Jason is an impostor trying to trap Dick in a deal, or attempting to gain a foothold in the batfamily looking like his dead son.

Dick is very much aware of Bruce’s distrust and apprehension which is about ninety percent of the reason he doesn’t allow anyone near Jason. He refuses to have anybody probe and prod at his alive baby brother. Bruce can grow screw himself. Dick doesn’t know how— and he doesn’t care— but Jason is alive. And he’d rather eat iron than make him doubt his place in the family ever again. (Dick has not forgiven Bruce for not believing Jason about Garzonas. Neither has Bruce, but that’s beside the point.)

So yeah, Dick has Jason safely squirreled away and is doting on him like a mother hen, feeding him fae magic and healing the damage to his body one by one.

Bruce only has a chance of meeting Jason if he can let go of his mistrust long enough to let himself believe that’s truly his dead son come back to life. Otherwise Dick will not allow him anywhere near Jason.

#fae dick grayson #dick will not have anybody run any kinds of tests on Jason #the trees and the manor both say it’s Jason #and you can’t lie to something as ancient as them #Jason takes the smothering protectiveness like a champ #for about five days #and then he starts going cuckoo and attempting to break out #it goes about as well as expected #which is to say he gets closer than dick likes #which means he gets all the way to the door before dick catches him #and promptly traps him in cuddles #Jason manages to sneak out by day fourteen #something everybody notices when the entire manor begins shaking and groaning and just sort of disassembling #because dick falls into a full blown panic upon finding Jason gone #fae do not handle loss well #jason todd #batfamily #dick grayson #bruce wayne #batfam #robin #ghost talks #batman #Batdad #faerie #fae folk

[da-birb-writes-sometimes]

WEEWOO IM HERE FOR THE EVENT!! (also smth I noticed, you can't copy paste your moots @ from one post to another, bc they don't receive the notif;_; I checked my mentions for your @ and uh- nope)

ANYWAY "nights spent in" with Leona pls (or Ruggie or Kalim or Jack or Jamil 💀💀) I just want a lazy night with takeout and cuddles and looking at the city/town from the hotel or room balcony in peace but I also need this frigging degree-

Nights Spent In; Leona Kingscholar

Content; Fluff, so much fluff, gender-neutral reader, romance

Word Count; 650+

Author's Note; I came up with a whole meal for this and I want everything. All of the food mentioned is North Indian vegetarian food, except for Leona's. Best of luck with that degree, Soru!

As a reminder, do not put my work — or others for that matter — into AI as it steals. Link to Masterlist

You were lounging on the sofa on the balcony, a light breeze coming off the waves helping cut most of the heat from the day as night slowly painted the sky in a deep navy. Honestly, you could fall asleep right here, since you were warm and very comfy. Count on the royal family of the Sunset Savannah to spare no expense, even when it came to their balcony furniture for the smallest of their vacation homes. 

Speaking of the Kingscholars, Leona had said that he was going out to grab you both dinner, which would have shocked anyone else, but he put in the work when it came to you. You were the exception. Of course, though, he expected something in return, which was usually either using you as his pillow or giving him a kiss… or several until he was satisfied with how fast he could make your heart flutter. Smug bastard…

“Hmm, I went through all the trouble of gettin’ you food and here you are nearly passed out,” he sighed, having sneaked up on you. But he sighed, putting the food down.

Leona leisurely walked over to you before promptly laying on top of you and resting his chin on your shoulder, trapping you. He let out a long sigh and bumped his head against yours.

Taking the message, you started scratching behind his ears and hummed. “I thought I had to pay you back after we ate,” you mused.

He chuffed, but his tail was slowly waving back and forth in a relaxed manner, he was only putting on a show. “You can pay me now and then,” he grumbled, looking up at you and raising a brow expectantly.

You knew that face, it was the face that he made when he wanted a kiss but didn’t want to say it. “You can get the rest of it, but after we eat-” your stomach made a low rumble underscoring your statement. “Before I decide to eat you instead,” you joked, and poked him in the ribs to prompt him to get off you.

Leona rolled his eyes, but yielded, he wanted his damn kisses sooner rather than later. Plus the last time he had decided to lay on you and prevent you from getting food, you had indeed bit him. Even though you didn’t really leave a mark, it still stung a bit, and he would rather not get teased by the others if they found out it had happened again.

“What did you get by the way,” you asked. Whatever it was smelled divine. Your stomach gurgled even louder, sounding more akin to some beast demanding food.

Leona chuckled a bit at the commotion, but brought the food out. “Went to a small place, family run and owned,” and he brought out several containers of food. He looked at his order, “Malai kofta, raita, paratha, mattar paneer-”

You saw one other container and raised a brow.

“Rogan josh,” he answered, swiping the container away from you.

You rolled your eyes at him, but you were more than happy at the food he had got, and knew that he left a hefty tip even though he would deny it. Not only had he made you, and your ravenous stomach’s, night, but also the restaurant owners’ as well. 

Now content and full of food, the both of you laid in bed, your legs intertwined. “Thanks for getting dinner,” you hummed, feeling the sleepiness from earlier returning.

Leona turned his head to you, and rubbed circles on your hip, slowly. He was wearing the same expectant look again. “Aren’t you forgetting something?” But there was no smugness, Leona was full and just as tired as you, so he was more like a tired kitty looking for some love.

You shuffled over and placed a gentle kiss to his lips, and he let out a tired sigh, pupils dilating into round saucers. “I love you,” you placed another kiss on his lips before placing one on his scar and lingering there.

He bumped his forehead to yours, closing his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, I know… I love you too.”

~~~~~~~

Tags; @eynnwwyjth, @inkybloom-luv, @savanaclaw1996, @twistwonderlanddevotee, @xxoomiii @leonistic

#dove does events #follower event #twst #twst x reader #twst x gn reader #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland x gn reader #leona kingscholar #leona kingscholar x reader #leona kingscholar x gn reader #i brain rotted. all of these are making me brain rot dear gods #also north indian & punjabi food SLAPS; if you haven't had some you really need to try it; i need to make these #pspspspsp here leona simps pspspspspspsp #<- i'm calling you over like cats yes #also i like the hc that leona head bumps as a form of affection cuz that's what cats do; leona simps were robbed of him purring though #the overgrown house cat is growing on me and he's all smug about it too uGh #soft leona hours? more likely than you think #he deserves softness and fluff #you're getting this a bit earlier than expected [by a few hours] but i have some running around to do #soru! #is food a content warning??? #cw food #<- oh apparently so

[lennsart]

Most of the wips I write these days can be summarized by "Legend gets hurt in fucked-up ways, and then he gets hugs" :)

(I'm fine shhh)

But I had this sitting in my drafts, and it's like the comfort part to a hurt/comfort, except I didn't like the hurt part, so posting this probably doesn't make sense, but.. I just wanted the boys to hug

Context + snippet under the cut !

Basically, Legend has been abducted for ransom (I think it was inspired by a whumptober prompt) and he didn't have a stellar time there. The rest of the chain rescues him, but they're worried he'll wake up confused at night, so they decide to watch over him. And they're supposed to take turn, but they all kinda end up sleeping next to him :)

Have this little Four POV that I quite like and feels like it can be posted without context :

Four expected to see two people in the room. One awake, that he would be about to replace, and the other asleep, that he would watch.

He hadn't expected three sleeping dudes.

He had to pause and go back to the hallway to laugh, muffling his chuckles in his sleeve. Of course Sky would have wanted to hug Legend and would have fallen asleep. Of course Hyrule would have let them, and promptly fallen asleep as well.

When he came back in and carefully closed behind him, he noticed with fondness that Legend, at least, looked perfectly content. He was sleeping on his back, Sky hugging his right arm, and he held Hyrule's hand with his left.

The traveler was mostly on the ground, head and arms on the mattress. Four winced ; that couldn't be comfortable.

Alright, he gave up (as if he hadn't as soon as he noticed them). He'd watch them three sleep, if only to gush about how cute they were tomorrow.

(He hoped Wind would bring his pictobox for his turn of watch in the morning.)

He got on Hyrule's side, and gently nudged him. This one hummed sleepily.

" - Shh, don't wake them up. " Four whispered. " Hop in.

- What...? " the traveler asked in confusion.

Four bit back a laugh at how asleep he sounded.

" - Get in the bed. " he ordered.

Hyrule may not really understand what was happening, but he didn't need to be told twice. He climbed in, wincing when he moved his legs, and abandoned Legend's hand to hug his waist, resting his head on his stomach.

The veteran softly hummed, but didn't fully wake up.

Four sat on one of the scarce empty spots of the bed, giggling to himself. He was happy that this watch had taken such a sweet turn ; he had expected to get lost in his own mind, trying to understand how they could have let one member of their group go through that. 

...

Instead, he had three sleepyheads cuddling, and he would trade for nothing in the world.

The last free spot on the mattress, above Hyrule and next to Lege, was probably too small for someone to sleep there.

...Well. He was small too, and mostly slept curled up anyway.

But, no ! He had decided he'd stay awake. No matter how comfortable those three looked, no matter how much he'd like to hug the vet, too, he would fulfill his mission.

Legend's hand opened and closed in his sleep, and he extended it further. Four blinked, and reached with his left hand. 

In a second, he was trapped, Legend satisfied with the hand he found and holding tight onto it.

...

Alright, that wouldn't be comfortable to stay sitting in this condition. Plus Legend looked like he wanted the smith to stay, and his goal had always been to watch for him, right ?

He curled up in the little free spot, his hand still in Legend’s, and definitely did not fall asleep in a matter of minutes.

#The colors were not coloring but the black and white is A Look #I also gave them pajamas. I'm not sure if they'd have those but. Hey. Komfy #linked universe #lu legend #lu four #lu sky #lu hyrule #my art #If you tag as ships I'll spray you with water. Please let the boys be cuddly platonically they need it #writing snippet #One day I'll post my writing without getting anxious. In the meantime. Art and snippet #Hopefully the mermaid curse fic will fix me (I'll try to start posting it this february :0)

[padawansuggest]

Took a shower (thank the lord right) and accidentally created a new AU in my noggin be warned this one is super wild. Includes: Baby-Wan and ouchies and time travel

Obi-Wan goes back in time (whatever maybe he did it himself maybe someone did it to him maybe he did it on accident but it’s post ANH okay) and suddenly finds himself in his toddler body.

You know what his first thought is? Cody. And absolute grief because his soulmate HAD been there in the force with him but now he’s gone. So what does Cody make him think of? Jango. Which means he’s all ughhhhhhhhh I have to go save him, and manages to mindcontrol some guy into getting him off planet. So here he is four whole years old with all the adult emotions trapped in a baby body what can go wrong??? Pirates. Obviously.

Frankly the only reason he doesn’t feel bad about the guy he mind controlled cause he was already gonna end up here so. Whoops.

So who manages to find them of all the damn people? Jaster’s entire ship headed to Korda Six (yes I’m going there the force said ‘I’m gonna give the gays everything they want’ and started with a happy baby’) but having been waylaid by a sudden four year old WITH A KNIFE AND FERAL STUPIDITY on the bridge. He says his name is Cody, he cut Montrose on his calve and it IS gonna require surgery and he bites everyone. Especially Jango. Who is only ten and crying because an ik’aad bit him and Jaster is very torn between giving Jango kisses for his ouchie and helping catch the toddler that knows how to escape through vents and is staging a one toddler zero men mutiny and is loudly telling everyone he’s going to the Jedi.

Maybe he’s possessed. Maybe they can just take him to the Jetii for a quick exorcism and play blaster-armor-saber for who gets the honor of adopting his feral ass.

Till they come across a pirate ship beating up a stranded ship and that’s just not nice so well shit they gotta save them.

Which is how they end up with a traumatized Captain and a stowaway toddler who’s demanding to see Jango once he realizes what ship he’s on. Jango is grumpily dragged in to see him, gets baby attached to his chest (listen he is so over babies now you can let go anytime he’s not interested in getting bit again) and then the vent to the medical room and a feral toddler with a knife comes flying out and demands to get his love back right this fucking instant.

Jaster finally gets a hold of him, disarms him, and puts him in time out before asking who taught him that word that’s not an ad’ika word!

Cody, repentant because adult emotions in a baby body fills you up so much, cries and asks for cuddles. Jaster gives him cuddles before putting in on a cot with Obi-Wan who promptly forgets Jango exists and gives Cody shy baby kisses and holds his hand. Jango is relieved to not be the center of attention for a moment. Till Jaster promptly realizes no one told Obi-Wan who Jango is, why did Obi ask for him?? Obi says he’s a Jetii master trapped in a baby’s body.

Yeah so possession it is. They call up the Jetii and ask if they can come over for exorcisms n chill, the Jetii say they can give them one better can you plz pick up some stranded Jetii along the way? Don’t worry they can assess the situation and see if they need to come in for it. It’s Master Windu and Padawan Billaba! What a surprise! Obi had no idea this could be so easy!

Anyways. So he’s having trouble talking because let’s just say I’ve decided so, so he sorta throws his mental shields down and starts projecting at people, which along with giving EVERYONE a headache, instead of just Mace for once, gives the force the chance to snap a BUNCH of bonds in place. Like a master-apprentice bond with Mace. And vod’e bonds with Depa and Jango. And a Buir bond with Jaster. And a full fledged soulmate bond with Cody.

Anyways. Mace thinks he’s decided three things: he’s gotta (not wants to, but has to) get the senate to let them make an outpost in Mandalorian space so him and Obi can be with Obi’s new dad and family, he does NOT want to be a council member anymore because this is a fucking mess that’s gonna turn into a 6 day meeting for them, and yes, they need to go to the temple.

Anyways. Make Cody a small child and give him a knife is my solution to a lot of things actually.

#star wars #obi wan kenobi #clone wars #commander cody #jaster mereel #jango fett #mace windu #codywan #time travel #baby wan #tiny cody

[popcornpieispissedoff]

A Pile Of Canon Divergent Danganronpa Headcanons:

The students absolutely did not get along when they first enrolled, they were all legit getting on each others' nerves and every other day was a shouting match.

Byakuya doesn't mind Ultimate Impostor's presence most of the time, but there have been times when he was seriously creeped out by Impostor.

After they adopted Kotoko, Hifumi collected all his loli/shotacon and invited Kotoko to help him burn it. Seeing the damage adults did to Kotoko has him rethinking his tastes in manga altogether.

If Kiyotaka catches anyone running in the halls he will drag them to that person's starting point and make them walk back to their destination.

When Gonta inevitably found out that Hiyoko liked squishing ants, he sat her in front of the biggest anthill he could find and unloaded ant facts on her. This bored the habit right out of Hiyoko.

Everyone has accidentally locked themselves out of the school at least once.

Over time, everyone noticed that Mikan was tripping over less and less. Though she attributes it to learning balance from Sakura, she subconsciously knows it's because she doesn't need the attention anymore.

Mikan wants to cure Nagito's terminal illnesses, but fears that Nagito's luck would kill him if she does so.

Mikan cares deeply for the Warriors of Hope, and is a key player in their rehabilitation.

The virtual Jabberwock Island from Danganronpa S is still there...but the students actually built it to get away from their oppressive dickhead superiors that they hate. It has the 50 day summer camp mode for all of them, or a solo mode for anyone to set a specific amount of time within the virtual world to unwind.

[Very slowly lays hand on Masaru's head as to not trigger his trauma of being slapped] This boy can fit so many cuddles and kisses.

Jataro won't just let you hug him, the little mf will let you s q u i s h him into your body with all your love and might. As long as he can still breathe he will be happy and let you hold him.

Kirumi cracks pretty easy under stress. She doesn't lash out at everyone so much as she curls up against the nearest wall and rocks herself.

Don't ask Kirumi to reenact Jackass with you, or she will absolutely overcomplicate the assignment and seriously injure herself. She does not comprehend physical comedy, much less the line where physical comedy becomes everyone around her fearing for her life.

Ryota straight up lives in the walls along with the balding Monokuma from V3. Junko and Ultimate Impostor are the only ones who know, but neither of them have been successful at getting Ryota out of his shell.

Korekiyo has been given an intervention by all the girls at Hope's Peak. It ended with eight hours of group hugging. Korekiyo is feeling better now.

Korekiyo and Kirumi have routinely fought over the air conditioning.

Masaru will bite anyone at least once, but for reasons only known to himself, he likes biting clowns the most. He will hunt down any clown that appears in his field of vision and not stop until he gets a bite.

If Gonta finds any insect traps or insecticides, he throws them down the garbage chute.

Hajime is still Izuru, but it's an open secret. His classmates love him no matter what his identity is. <3

Reserve Course students weren't so chill about Izuru, however-they wanted Jin Kirigiri's BLOOD. And the Ultimates just kinda let them do it for treating their friend as a lab rat.

One winter when the heater broke everyone slept together in the gym until it was fixed. We're talking a pile of blankets that was three feet thick.

They legit would not trade each other for the world except for Kokichi and even then Suichi would still be sad about it

Mahiru doesn't like taking pictures of Ryoma because his weirdly large eyes reflect all the light and the result always looks terrifying.

Someone kept leaving a stuffed toy clown in random places around the school...until they adopted Masaru and he promptly bit the shit out of it.

Ibuki tried playing from the rooftop once. It took 8 hours to find her, 4 hours to coax her down, and 2 hours to soothe her afterwards.

Nanokumas like to move things around when nobody's looking.

All Ultimates are prone to getting the zoomies. It ranges from Leon running around in circles to Sakura almost leveling the school.

Reserve Course students like to observe the Ultimates because Ultimates are all stupid fucking dorks and watching them accidentally stir up chaos is great entertainment.

Hope Fragments appear when a student feels their happiest. It forms within the body and gets hacked up like a hairball.

Gonta routinely has nightmares about being caught in a venus flytrap.

Fuyuhiko has become aware of Yasuhiro's debt to his family, and holds it over his head.

Peko wonders if her parents know about her becoming an Ultimate.

Junko is trying really, really hard to feign apathy towards her classmates in the name of Despair, but no one buys it.

Mukuro and Peko like to spar together, and they're pretty evenly matched.

Miu is soft (by Miu standards) towards Chihiro.

Miu becomes very anxious and needy at the mere thought of graduating from Hope's Peak and moving away from her friends.

More to come when my brain cells wake up and remind me who these people are

#canon divergent au #canon divergence #danganronpa #danganronpa utdp #danganronpa headcanons #junko enoshima #korekiyo shinguji #mikan tsumiki #ibuki mioda #gonta gokuhara #suichi saihara #kiyotaka ishimaru #kirumi tojo #kokichi ouma #ultimate imposter #byakuya togami #hifumi yamada #hiyoko saionji #masaru daimon #jataro kemuri #ryota mitarai #peko pekoyama #mukuro ikusaba #hajime hinata #fuyuhiko kuzuryu #miu iruma

[grimacingneverstawp]

I would absolutely ADORE a fic of astarion and halsin cuddling if you would be so kind.

Fluffy Drabble~

Warning: none

Pairing: Halsin x Astarion

Though the camp was lively, music weaving through the air as Alfira strummed her lute. Alit by candles and campfire, the dusk settled down into a warm orange afterglow. Conversation was buzzing as the Tieflings rejoiced in their saviors despite the impending journey through the Shadowlands to Baldur's Gate.

Astarion had been wincing as he drank wine, muttering about its lack of quality. Despite being stranded in the wilderness, he saw no excuse for lackluster libations. A twinge of jealousy came over the spawn as he watched the joyful elation of the camp inhabitants.

From the corner of his eye, Astarion saw the burly Archdruid, Halsin, standing off to the side in quiet observance of the festivities. Hmmmm. Astarion had a wicked thought.

With the ease of a well practice predator, Astarion sauntered over to the elf. His red eyes were heavy lidded in thought as he tried to strategize on the simplest way to get his needs met. Grabbing a bottle of mead from a stash as he walked, waggling the bottle as he walked up to Halsin.

“Do you find the wine as repulsive as I do?” Astarion asked, trusting the bottle into Halsin's hand.

Halsin looked down at Astarion, his eyes searching the vampire intently. There was a glint of mischievous energy behind those red eyes, but that was common for the trickster.

“I rarely imbibe. Goes straight to my head. Next thing you know, I'll be breaking into song or declaring my love for the first person I lay eyes in.” Halsin spoke warmly, almost laughing to himself as he thought of his younger years of partaking.

“Rarely does mean sometimes. And I believe that time is now.” Astarion put on his alluring mask, his fingers gently reaching to trace the leather band on Halsin's arm.

Seeing no immediate threat, Halsin decided to indulge in the offered mead, if only to keep Astarion preoccupied. Halsin had seen how he kept himself from the group, staying on the fringes.

“Perhaps you are right.” The chuckle from Halsin was low and sweet.

As the night wore on and bottle after bottle was emptied, Halsin's stoic demeanor gave way to a hearty laugh and a rosy complexion. Astarion watched with an amused smirk as the typically reserved druid became more effusive with his words and gestures.

For a second, Astarion felt a lightness in his ribs as Halsin swung an arm around his slender shoulders. He was pulled close, leaning against Halsin's hulking pecs as he regaled an encounter with a group of beautiful harpies. His neck was exposed, a vein tempting Astarion with its gently throbbing. He would just need to turn his head. This had to be the moment.

Just as Astarion was about to seize his opportunity to take advantage of the drunken elf, Halsin turned to him with a wide smile and suddenly transformed into a massive bear.

Without missing a beat, Halsin wrapped his enormous bear arms around Astarion in a tight hug. Caught off guard, Astarion struggled futilely against the bear's grip. To Astarion's surprise and slight horror, Halsin, still in his bear form, promptly fell asleep, his snores echoing throughout the camp.

The camp fell into a stunned silence before erupting into laughter at the sight of the sophisticated vampire trapped in a bear hug. Despite his initial shock, Astarion couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity of the situation.

There was no waking the drunk bear, even as Karlach attempted to lift him. She laughed and tossed Astarion a pillow as she waved herself off to bed. The pressure of the bear was surprisingly soothing as the sky filled with specks of light. The camp had grown quiet, the celebration dying softly as exhaustion took everyone to slumber.

In those moments, Astarion could have bitten down on Halsin and drank his fill. Instead, he let out a long breath and settled into the course fur of the bear. There were worse ways to spend the night besides being cuddled by a grizzly bear.

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #baldurs gate #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 companions #halsin #halsin's perfect #astarion #fanfic #headcanon #drabble #bg3 drabble #Astarion's also perfect #mention of karlach #fluff #cuddles

[abiiors]

sick days 💊 // george daniel x reader

promptober '23 - day 9

a/n: based very much on the irl bf who immediately turns into a sickly, dying victorian man whenever he has the sniffles cw: medication i guess, but other than that just fluff wc: 900

george giggles at another sneeze and promptly shuts up when you glare at him. today has not been a good day, your whole body hurts, nose runny and red and your throat feels like you’ve swallowed glass. 

“george,” you whine, struggling to scold him. the warm tea in your hands has done very little to soothe your throat. 

he presses his lips together in an attempt to stop the grin but it’s futile, the smile slips anyway. george, doting and loving boyfriend that he is, has spent the past ten minutes giggling at your red nose, even going so far as to calling you rudolf. he claims it’s affectionate. you settle for giving him one final warning glare before closing your eyes and trying to block out the world, desperately wishing for this terrible day to end.

“aww, my sick baby,” he coos, scooting closer. seconds later, you feel a tiny kiss on your forehead and despite the discomfort you give him a small smile. 

teasing aside, he has been very caring—bringing you warm soup for lunch and making you tea as often as you ask for it. he’s checked your temperature every hour even when it’s not necessary because you barely have a fever. he even did a chemist run to get more paracetamol, lemsip and some ice cream. 

all in all, his teasing really is affectionate. so when he gets in bed next to you, pulling you into his chest for a cuddle, you don’t protest too much.

“gonna catch a cold, babe,” you warn, snuggling in further. 

he snickers, “doesn’t seem like you’re too bothered by that. besides,” he sniffs primly, “i don’t catch the common cold.”

you roll your eyes, knowing he can’t see you. sure, he’s “immune” but it’s only a bad cold. even if he catches it, he’ll live. 

“right…” you reply about to say something more before your body launches into a small coughing fit. george dutifully rubs your back until it passes and holds out the bottle of cough syrup in front of you. 

once you’re done swallowing the bittersweet liquid, you go back to snuggling into his chest, eyes getting heavier by the minute. it’s not long until sleep drags you under. 

it’s only when you wake up again that you register how warm and sticky everything is. it’s like being trapped inside a humid furnace. surprisingly though, the warmth radiating around you is not yours. despite the residual soreness, you feel completely fine; no sore throat, no runny nose or aching body which can only mean one thing…

right on cue, george groans feebly behind you. 

you slowly open your eyes, squinting against the unexpected brightness in the room. as your vision adjusts, you realize that you're no longer wrapped in your own blankets, but rather cocooned in his arms, his warmth enveloping you entirely.

"george?" you murmur, voice still raspy from before.

he stirs and lets out another soft groan, burying his face in your hair. "ugh, i feel awful," george mumbles.

a rush of guilt floods over you. you shouldn’t have let him come so close to you, should have kept him at arm’s length…

you turn in his arms to see his face, and he looks even worse than you did earlier in the day. his nose is red, and his eyes are watery, and he's sniffling. it's clear that the cold has hit him hard, worse than whatever you had.

"oh no, baby," you coo sympathetically, brushing a strand of hair away from his forehead, and frown when you realise he’s burning up. 

you never had a fever. whatever he has is definitely worse. 

“i think i’m dying,” he moans, burying his face in the crook of your neck and sniffling dramatically. despite the guilt, that makes you giggle. 

“mmm, thought you were above the common cold?” you tease, still stroking a hand over his head just the way he likes it. george might be a giant but you know what a baby he can be when he’s ill. besides, you’re feeling much better so you might as well assume the nurse duties.

george grumbles. “don’t be mean, i’m ill.”

fever aside, he just looks so adorable all bundled up in the blankets that you can’t help stealing a few kisses. even better, knowing you can’t catch it back. “let me get you some soup and paracetamol.” 

extricating yourself from his arms proves a bit difficult, however. you feel awful ignoring his reluctant and groggy protests but he needs food and medicine. so you make your way to the kitchen, making quick work of reheating the soup he’d made for you earlier in the day. 

carrying the tray back to the bedroom, you find george curled up under the covers, looking pitiful and sorry for himself. his eyes light up as you enter, and he reaches out weakly for the steaming bowl of soup.

at least he’s hungry, that’s a good sign. 

“here you go,” you offer him the bowl, once again brushing the hair aside from his sweaty forehead while he takes a sip and sighs gratefully. 

“thanks for taking care of me, love,” he smiles weakly in between sips. 

you smile, and press a tiny kiss on his shoulder. “‘course. just returning the favour!”

lemme know what you think <33

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#not here rn. this is just scheduled :) #promptober75 #george daniel #george daniel x reader #george daniel x you #george x you #george x reader #george daniel fluff #the 1975 #the 1975 fluff #sickfic #george daniel sickfic #matty healy #ross macdonald #adam hann

[sillylittlelemon]

hehe hi im the anon from the first saiki kusuo matchup and i would love it if i could hear your in-depth thoughts on how it would be like for me and saiki 😭 ilysm btw u made my day <3333

Nuh-uh Anon, YOU made MY day

So there. lmao

But yes ofc! This one will probably take me longer because i want to do it super good, but i promise i'lldo my best to finish it promptly! <333

Omg anon im so sorry this took so long i love you i swear

Saiki headcanons

Like i said (or did i say? I think i said) Kusuo doesnt do bugs. You know this, i know this, everyone KNOWS this, so like- man up and get that spider the fuck away from him what the fuck are youdoing? Whyare you so slow? What do you mean youre scared?! Hurry up- OHMYGODITSMOVINGKEBCDZKCBSS

An actual conversation youve had. He didnt talk to you for roughly 29 hours after (he only relented when you showed him the fancy coffee jelly you got him)

We know he has an aversion to physical touch, but i feel like a while he sort of just does it on autopilot. Like- a hand on your lower back to redirect you in a crowd so you dont bump into that man thats about to run past, a hand slipping into yours when he can hear you starting to get overwhelmed by the crowd (or juzt Teruhashi bc that girl is a whole mess). Maybe an absent minded side hug when he gets distracted by something stupid his (totally not) friends are doing. Just fleeting, light touches for a while, then he slowly relents and lets you cuddle him. (Cue him stiff as a board as you hug him from behind as you guys lay and watch his show)

He never forgets ANYTHING. At all. Anniversaries, birthdays, firsts, nothing slips past him. His mind is a steel trap for dates. He remembers the exact SHADE of your favorite color as you point to it in a fleeting moment while you two walk. He remembers the way you smile as you pass your favorite flowers in a shop window, he just knows. And he acts all 'oh i dont care', he cares. That hobby you mentioned that you wanted to try in passing like 2 months ago? He has the basic supplies wrapped and in a box, ready for your birthday in a week.

I feel like jealousy can go either way with him- a) totally chill because he can literally read your mind and he KNOWS you arent interested in that dufus or b) completely irrational

So- lets say scenario a.

Some guy or girl is flirting with you (bc you a baddie no matter your preference) and he's watching, tempted to be amused as he watches them fumble at your outright bored look, stuttering over their words, face flushing and you just standing there like '🤨 spit it out? I have better things to do? Dont you see me clinging to my scrumptious boyfriend? Shoo fly, dont bother me.' And he can hear your inner complaints and he actually mearly cracks a smile at it, turning his face away to hide the subtle smirk

However- scenario b is a different story. Imagine this person is pushier, maybe they got a little.... handsy.

Oh no. No way in HELL is that sliding, okay? Youre clearly uncomfortable and youve told this guy/girl no more than once. My man is seething. Okay? Furious. Who do they think they are? Who gave them the right to lay a single one of their twisted, grimy, heathen fingers on you-. It literally takes the feel of your hand on his to realize he had shattered the phone in his hand. Said person is now scrambling to leave, a totel mess as they eye your downright terrifying twink looking boyfriend with enough hidden strength to shatter a phone. (After this was the forst time you... yknow)

#the disaster of psi kusuo saiki #saiki kusuo #saiki k x reader #saiki k #lemonywrites #the disastrous life of saiki k.

[mmelionsblog]

Movie Night || Bradley Bradshaw

It was 18:30, and Bradley Bradshaw was late. Your boyfriend was supposed to be at your apartment at promptly 1800. You were growing tired of just sitting on your couch, scrolling through tiktok or whatever app that was on your screen. So when you decided to put your old dvd movies back, and text him a quick ‘we’ll reschedule this for whenever you’re free again’, a knock interrupted your cleaning.

There stood that 6’0” tall man that you called your boyfriend, who looked like he was out of breath. “M so sorry I’m late, little lady-” you giggle at the sight of him. “You smell, go take a shower and come back when you’re all relaxed.” You pushed Bradly inside after closing your door, locking it in the process.

Bradly took about at least twenty to thirty minutes in the shower at home, so when you heard the shower head turned on, you started grabbing out buns and hot dogs, already knowing Bradley was starving.

The hot dogs were ready twenty five minutes later, and you popped popcorn that was sitting at the small stand that was in front of the couch. You grabbed your pickle, and drinks and put them all on the stand, and waited.

You decided to let Bradley pick the movie for the night, and snuggled into the side of the couch. Hearing his footsteps coming over and a few scratches that scratched the floor that traveled behind him, you look to your right and see your knight and shining armor, and your handsome little devil right at his feet. “Hey, smells good in here.” He kissed the tip of your nose and sat down, grabbing you and pulling you into his lap, giving you neck kisses as his stash tickled your flesh.

“God I love you,” “I love you.”

Bradly had decided on a classic love/angst movie; titanic. It was both one of your favorites.

During the end, you quoted jack. “Promise me you will survive, that you will never give up, no matter what what happens, no matter how hopeless, promise me now, and never let go of that promise.” Your eyes were trapped on the screen, not knowing someone was watching you recite it word for word.

Bradley was resting his hand on your thigh that was on his leg, all cuddled up together. His thumb was circling one spot that would always make you shiver, even under covers that kept you warm. God, did you have him wrap around your fingers. Bradley ‘rooster’ Bradshaw was in love, hard. And you two had just barely started going out, two months in and he’s already whipped.

#bradley bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x reader #miles teller #bradley rooster bradshaw #top gun #top gun maverick #x reader #mavericks

[leonscape]

"Sweetheart, You've Got Stars in Your Eyes"

A fic I wrote for myself for my bday because Leon is a Leo, I'm a Leo; it's a coincidence written in the stars. Leon x OC (Irene); It's a hot summer night so Leon suggests going outside to cool down and they do a bit of stargazing <3 Genre: Fluff Word Count: 904

“It’s warmer than usual tonight,” Irene commented. “Did you drink enough water today?” She affectionately brushed her hand up against Leon’s cheek. He was warm, but he wasn’t sick. 

“Of course.” Leon nodded. He copied her actions and gently caressed her face. “What about you?” 

“I feel fine right now, so I think I drank enough water.”

“Good, I’m glad.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead.

The doors to the balcony were opened to let some of the night breeze into the room. So far, it was quiet and still. It wasn’t windy but at least the doors didn’t trap the heat inside. Leon’s shirt was unbuttoned a bit further down than usual and even Irene was wearing less layers. The couple sat in silence, fanning themselves to cool off even if the difference in temperature was miniscule. 

“Why don’t we just go outside?” Leon suggested. It didn’t take Irene much convincing. She immediately agreed, eager to rid herself of the heat. But she stopped in his tracks when she realized how dark and creepy the night could feel. Leon had led her out into the gardens, a usually tranquil and relaxing spot in the day was suddenly an eerily quiet and anxiety inducing area at night. 

Irene held onto his hand in a tight grip. “Leon, are you sure about this?” she asked. “It’s really dark out here.”

Leon lit one of the lamps and the place instantly transformed from nightmare fuel to cozy romantic date spot. Or maybe it was still creepy and it was just Leon’s presence that made it better. Being able to see the reassuring smile on his face was all she needed to feel comfortable. “There, how’s that?” He gestured for her to take a seat on the settee. 

“I hope no one, or nothing, sneaks up on us,” Irene mumbled. 

Leon’s jovial laugh felt like a safety blanket against whatever may or may not be lurking in the darkness of the night. “Don’t worry, I’ll protect you. I won’t let anything hurt you.”

They cuddled under the stars in the company of the soft warm glow of the nearby lamp. As the land continued to cool down, the temperature dropped. It was the darkest night of the month with the moon absent from the night sky. 

Irene clung to Leon, wide eyes and stiff movements. He could only chuckle and lean into her embrace. “Your eyes are so big right now,” he laughed, “you can see the light from the lamp in your eyes.”

“It’s really dark out here!” She frowned. 

“Sweetheart, you look like you’ve got stars in your eyes,” he whispered while tenderly tucking her hair behind her ear. “You’ve gotta be the prettiest thing in existence.” 

He tilted his head and went in for a gentle kiss on the lips. “Leon…” she whimpered in embarrassment.

“What,” he laughed, “you looked like you needed it.” 

“Thank you,” she muttered, turning her attention to the stars. 

He couldn’t tear his eyes from her– he didn’t want to. In a universe full of stars, the only ones he wanted to look at were the ones in her eyes. For a while, he wondered what he could say to get her attention without making her so flustered. But his affections for her made it difficult to contain himself. He wanted to compliment her all the time, have all of her attention, and enjoy all of her affection. 

She took a quick peek at him and promptly looked away when she found him staring at her. “Those stars in the sky are nice,” she said. 

Leon finally averted his gaze and turned his head up to the sky. “Yeah, it’s beautiful.”

“Sometimes I wonder what it’s like up there. It feels so far away and strangely nostalgic.”

“Nostalgic? How so?”

“I don’t know. It just feels like I’m remembering something from long ago when I look at the stars. I also feel like I’m longing for something,” she explained. 

“Wanna stargaze with me?” he asked. “I’m gonna turn the lamp off so we can see them better, if that’s okay with you.” 

Irene nodded and moved closer to him. The light dimmed before completely extinguishing, leaving them in the darkness with the palace the only nearby source of light. “It’s so dark again,” Irene whispered. 

“Here, just hold my hand and don’t let go.” His palm was big and warm, and they did everything to make her feel safe. Their eyes adjusted and somehow the stars looked bigger and brighter. 

“I wish I knew some constellations,” Irene said. 

“Then how about we make some up?” 

“You can’t just make up constellations,” she giggled. 

“Sure you can! Look over there,” Leon pointed to the east, “there’s the constellation of Clavis putting banana peels on the ground.” 

She laughed some more and buried her face into his chest. 

“Look! See that hourglass looking shape of stars? And the clump of stars next to it? That’s Jin flirting with a woman.” 

“Those are strange constellations,” Irene chuckled. “How about a normal one? Like… That one. It kinda looks like a lion right?”

“Oh yeah, you’re right. The one with that big red star right?” 

“Mhmm, and then the legs and body are to the left,” she confirmed. “I guess this is just as fun as finding actual constellations.”

“I’m glad you’re having fun.” He kissed her on the head once more.

(i listened to this while writing it and i may have actually cried while writing)

#leonscape’s ikemen prince au #ikemen series #ikemen prince #ikepri #ikemen prince leon #ikepri leon #leon dompteur #ikemen prince fanfiction #ikepri fanfiction #ikemen prince irene

[spooky-bunnys]

Sooooo

I was thinking of this silly scenario that would happen

Shion is knocking on mochi apartment door frantically asking if they seen his brother cause he hasn’t come home only to see (name) walking out of a room in one of mochi shirts (which would be very baggy)

And that would lead shion to not only be mad but he’d say things from what you hear from some parents or in some sex ed classes the whole “you have sex you die” type of stuff since shion knows he can’t win a fight with mochi or his brother

Listen the reason that happened is it started storming. Neither Mochi or (Name) brought an Umbrella. So when they go soaked they just went to Mochi's place. (Name) is too small for mochi's clothing really but (Name) does like wearing baggy clothes. So when he puts on mochi's shirt it's like a different light lit up in his eyes. Mochi thought it was absolutely adorable. And he did try to "eat" him. But was sadly interrupted by repeated banging on his door. Annoyed he leaves a flustarded (Name) in his room.

So imagine his surprise when Mochi almost gets punched by a frantically knocking Shion. Wondering where (Name) is because he knows (Name) doesn't do well with storms. So imagine his surprise when he sees (Name) stumble out of the bedroom. With his hair a mess. Flushed cheeks. And mochi's shirt hanging off his shoulder.

It was like all hell broke lose. Shion immediately tried punching mochi but was almost immediately shoved onto the floor with his arms trapped behind him. So now he's just yelling at the couple about how if you have sex before marriage, (yes even though he knows gay marriage isn't legal in japan) that they'll die a very gruesome death and rot in hell.

(Name) without missing a beat replies that he'll save his brother a seat before promptly (and quite literally) kicking him out the apartment. With the mood now ruined. (Name) and mochi cuddle on the couch. Eating their favorite snacks, watching their favorite show together, and drinking hot chocolate. Ignoring the yelling and banging coming from the other side of the door.

Bonus:

3 episodes in (Name) calls Izana to come get his mad dog. Mochi and (Name) heard a scream and a punch. Then (Name)got a message from Kakucho informing him Shion I'll leave them alone for a while.

[eggcompany]

Dumb Dog Part 1

It's not Derek's fault when he's hurt he wants Stiles. He can't help the warm loose headspace the younger man pulls him into. Stiles didn't know when he found Derek in his bed after school it would lead to this. He didn't even consider it possible. He never thought he'd end up being the werewolf's personal rut toy.

Or that one day he'd be fucking into the alpha, be held so close, listening to his desperate little sounds. Life's always been like that for them though, hasn't it

Derek nearly * died *. He deserved some proper pack cuddles. But Scott was busy with Allison and Stiles kept his window unlocked. It really wasn’t his fault when he crawled through the window and spent a few hours laying in the pile of dirty laundry before stripping himself out of his dirty clothes and climbing into the soft, good smelling bed. 

~~~

Stiles came home from school, humming the tune to some song or maybe it was two songs that sounded sort of the same but it didn’t matter. At least not when he opened his bedroom door and the curtains were drawn and there was something on his bed. 

“Oh my god what the fuck is that” Stiles said out loud as he switched on his light to see what it was. He was sort of scared that it was something horrible, something that he probably shouldn’t just blast in the face with the bright ceiling light. But he didn’t need to worry. It was only Derek. 

A growling, grumbling Derek. In his bed. Under his blankets. 

“Dude why are you in my room? Actually that doesn’t surprise me that much. Why are you in my bed?” Stiles asked but flicked the light back off and dropped his back pack by his desk. He toed off his shoes and sat down on his rolly chair, looking expectantly at the lump on his bed, only black spikes of hair showing.

“Hurt” Derek grumbled and Stiles rolled his eyes waving his hand even though Derek had his face buried in the comforter. 

“And? I know you’re hurt. I pulled an arrow out of your back. Yesterday.” Stiles said in a flat way. He knew Derek was hurt. He’d yanked a poison tipped arrow out of the wolf yesterday. There had been a trap laid and Derek had fallen in, the arrows were posted like spikes, easily stabbing the wolf in the side. It had created a massive wound, having rotted away most of the flesh that surrounded it. Gruesome, to say the least. Derek huffed, tired from being awake, frustrated at why Stiles so far away and why he was still talking .  

“Wolves pack up, we heal better together. Scott would be more effective but you’re more available.” Derek explained and Stiles nodded. He was second choice for weird wolf rituals. Great. 

“So why are you in my bed?” The younger man asked again, trying to get to an actual answer. Derek huffed and sat up, face pale and sweaty, dark circles carved around his eyes. Stiles gasped a little, he couldn’t help it. Derek looked like a ghost in the dim light. 

“Fuck, I need to be close to someone to heal faster. I have a massive hole in my back and being near someone is going to get it over with faster. You can sit on the bed or get in here with me, just help me.” Derek explained and started to get more breathless. He looked… desperate. Begging almost, like a wet dog looking through the window. Stile smirked and rolled his eyes. 

“You want me to cuddle with you?” He asked, joking. Mostly. That was until Derek nodded, huffing as he laid back down exhausted from it all already. Stile just stared at him, waiting for it to be a joke. He promptly ignored the feeling in his stomach. 

The younger man just cleared his throat and turned around to his desk, pulling out his books and his laptop. 

“Uh yeah. Okay. I’m going to finish typing my essay and stuff then. Dad’s on nights this week so I’m just going to have leftover lasagna for dinner. You can have some too, uh if you want some.” Stiles said, trying to sound very very normal. Even as his stomach did weird flips. 

It worked, Derek was quiet and still and Stiles actually got most of his essay finished. It was fine. It was okay. 

Well actually, it was okay until Derek started to whimper. He was asleep, deep asleep, but twitching and whimpering, mouth twisted up like he was hurting bad. He was twisting around to lay on his side instead of his belly, knees drawing up closer to his body, shoulders jerking. 

Stiles watched him from his desk for a minute before turning back around to his laptop. But he couldn’t help but worry there was something wrong so he stood at the foot of the bed and shoved the frame a bit. 

“Dude, wake up. Are you alright?” Stiles asked before Derek was wiggling the blanket away from his face, showing his snarling face. Not hurt. Nightmare. 

Stiles shook his ankle, trying to wake him out of it. He didn’t think about how weird it was that Derek didn’t have any leg hair. 

“Derek, Derekkkk, wake up! Dude you’re having a nightmare. Wake up, c'mon dude don’t freak out on me” Stiles tried to wake him, he spoke at a regular level, scared a yell would cause Derek to wolf out. 

Derek just curled up and sobbed, eyelashes getting teary, foot jerking out of Stiles' grasp. The human rushed to stand by his head, hands flittering around, unsure whether or not to actually touch the wolf or not. 

He ended up rubbing Derek’s shoulder and oh. He wasn’t even wearing a shirt. Stiles just didn’t want to hurt him since yeah he had a huge hole in his back. Which, once the blanket was shoved off Derek’s shoulders, was starting to show. It was more healed than the last time Stiles had seen it but it was still pretty bad, angry red rimmed with black ooze staining the gauze that covered the worst of it. 

“Derek, cmon wake up. Ugh you’re a big dog. Wake up a dog… ears?” Stiles talked to himself before pushing his hand into the thick dark hair that was damp with sweat. He stroked the top of Derek’s head, which only made him twitch more but when the human finally scrubbed behind Derek’s normal ears, the wolf sighed, relaxing. 

Stiles rolled his eyes and rubbed over the creases of Derek’s ears with the pads of his fingers. The wolf’s entire body relaxed, a grumble rolling from him which Stiles took as a positive. 

“Yeah, yeah, you big mutt.” Stiles said and kept scratching the unfairly soft hair behind Derek’s ears. It was nice actually, the way Derek relaxed and fell back to calm sleep. His face was so relaxed even with the dark circles under his eyes and the sick pale that was taking over his skin, he looked beautiful. Beautiful? Handsome. A good looking guy. Yeah. Not weird to think your friend is handsome. Handsome. 

But for some reason Stiles couldn’t peel his eyes away from the way Derek’s soft looking lips were parted and the slightest glint of white teeth showed between them. The way his eyelashes were like fans cast down over his perfect cheekbones. The way his big hands were laying on the bed in front of his bare chest. Oh his chest , stiles thought as he slowly peeled the blanket down further, just a few inches. Just to get a better look at the perfectly smooth skin of Derek’s chest. So soft looking, nipples perked up once the blanket exposed them to the cooler room air. 

Stiles was dizzy. And hard. This was Derek’s fault not his.

“Are you going to maul me if I lay next to you?” Stiles asked, hoping maybe Derek was awake or would say he could leave now or something. 

He was met with nothing, of course. Just a peaceful sleeping werewolf. 

“Fine, it’s fine, whatever.” Stiles finally decided and flipped the blankets, his blankets, up on the opposite side of Derek. This was his bed. He could take an afternoon nap in his bed if he wanted to. 

“Dude… pants off and all? This is my bed.” Stiles said exasperated and stripped out of his own shirts, toeing off his socks too. He kept his own pants on, needing some extra protection over his hardon. Just in case. 

Stiles shook out his arms and tried to relax. It was his bed. Afternoon nap. With an almost naked werewolf. Almost naked, very very hot buff guy with a bulge the size of Texas in his worn out grey briefs. Don’t look at his bulge, Stiles told himself and then looked again. Derek’s briefs were snug, holding onto his thick hips and cradling his bulge in a way that made Stiles feel like he was on fire. And maybe a bit self conscious. And a little impressed, if he was honest. 

“Not my fault. Not my fault. He was in my bed first. Not my fault.” Stiles told himself as he laid down, back to Derek, and covered them both back up under the blankets. He laid perfectly still, mind trying to record everything it could. 

Derek was… warm. Snuggly too especially when he threw his arm over Stiles chest and his leg over the human’s own. Stile’s refused to move but Derek pulled them together, chest to back, head to toe touching. Like he was trying to get rid of any air between their bodies. 

Derek was heavy. And big. And warm. And his dick was actually in the crease of Stiles' ass. The wolf’s arm was fuzzy and warm and his hand was huge and rough where it cradled the side of Stiles peck, his thigh was massive, and where his scruff was against Stiles neck made him feel a shivery kind of arousal. 

Stiles was… hard. Mostly. But also nervous, especially after a few minutes Derek made a whine and twitched again. Bucking. Hips twitching. Stiles gasped but Derek was squeezing him, arm tightening, thigh shifting higher to lineup so his bulge was rubbing right between Stiles ass, hips shoving. 

Stiles was shocked for a minute before the next thrust came and he realized what he was being used for. He was thankful for keeping his jeans on. 

“Fuck… Derek. Don’t do that.” Stiles said weakly as he clung Derek’s wrist where he was holding the human close, not letting Stiles get away. 

Derek just kept going, hips shoving and thrusting, huge hard cock pressing against Stiles' ass. The rhythm was steady. Long thrusts forward and then slow drags back. It was making Stiles breathless. The heat now radiating from the wolf, the drag of thin cotton over thick denim, the wet pants that were being blown over the sensitive back of his neck. 

“Dumb dog, stupid fucking…. Derek come on” Stiles begged as the wolf’s mouth opened, hot breaths turning into the graze of sharp pearly teeth and wet tongue.

Derek let out a growl, pulling Stiles closer, teeth pressing into Stiles' skin, breaths becoming whiny sounds. His hips were shoving harder against Stiles, like he was trying to shove through the clothes to actually fuck him. Like he was desperate for just a little more. 

Which was… Stiles barely ever kissed anyone. Let along had sex. With a guy. Who was a werewolf. With a huge cock. Huge cock and obviously very powerful hips. Stiles was paling at the idea but then Derek was whimpering. 

“Please…. Please…” Derek begged, stubble rough on Stiles ears. Stiles couldn’t help the twisty feeling getting tighter in his gut. It was such a desperate begging whimper. 

“Derek” Stiles finally responded and rolled around so he was facing Derek. The wolf’s hips kept rocking toward Stiles even as his eyes opened and found Stiles' own brown ones. 

“You’re awake.” Stiles whispered, he would be mad if Derek wasn’t grinding their crotches together. Derek just whined, eyes all big and full of need. 

“Let me. Let me play mate you. Please? It helps. I’ll make you cum too.” Derek asked and his shaky hands pulled at Stiles' jeans waistband. Stiles was staring at him in shock. What? His brain was on half speed but he didn’t just…

“What?” Stiles asked confused and Derek let out a whine, pushing his face to Stiles to just nuzzle at his lips and cheek. Stiles' eyes fluttered as the soft graze of Derek’s lips ghosted across his own as he rubbed their faces together. The wolf spoke into the soft space under Stiles' ear. 

“Play mating… won’t mate you. Just… rubbing. Skin to skin with you, I’m hurt, don’t know what I’m saying. Just let me please Stiles” Derek begged and pushed his forehead against Stiles, big eyes all full of puppy want. It wasn’t fair. 

Stiles swallowed and nodded, rolling back over so they were spooned together. 

“Fine but when you’re sober I’m blaming you for this. Don’t kiss me. Underwear stays on.” Stiles decided and unbuttoned his jeans, wiggling them under his butt. He felt Derek’s smile as he shoved his face into Stiles' soft half grown out hair. 

“Thank you, thank you, so nice, thank you” Derek said happily and fished his hard cock out of his briefs, spending no time shoving between Stiles' thighs, moaning at the tight soft relief on himself. Stiles was in awe as he looked down and could see the tip of Derek’s cock. 

Derek was in a hurry, head all blurry and off kilter. He quickly fucked into the precum slicked passage of Stiles' thighs, chasing the good feeling that was getting more and more overwhelming. Stiles bit one of his own hands, trying not to let any embarrassing noises out while his other hand held onto Derek’s forearms where it was holding across his chest again. 

Stiles was so close, even without touching himself. Derek was making short ‘ hah, hah, hah’ sounds followed by long whines. The entire bed moved with each of the wolf’s thrusts, the way he pulled his hips back until just his tip was trapped between Stiles' legs before slamming back forward. The feeling of such a big burning hot cock rubbing across the underside of his own cock and balls was enough to have Stiles' gasping. 

He was tensing his thighs, trying to keep from cumming when Derek yelled out. Short, higher pitch than  what Stiles would have expected, and matched with arms squeezing the air out of Stiles.  It only took Stiles being able to breathe again to realize the wetness between his legs. 

“Done?” Stiles asked, trying to act cool as he reached down to his own dick, giving the base a good squeeze. Derek hummed, nuzzling into the human’s hair and body slowly relaxing, like he was melting. Stiles felt relieved and started to stroke himself, short and quick, he was covered in precum already. He was nearly there, feeling himself toeing the line as a rough palm covered his hand. 

“Let me” Is all Derek said, sleepily but his hand was sure and heavy. Stiles took his own hand away to cover his mouth. Derek pumped him quickly, grip a little loose, but enough so Stiles was moaning out after a few strokes. After spilling across the bed, Stiles felt the need to get up, to say something to clear the air. But Derek just hummed and grabbed Stiles' hip, hand wet. 

He was fast asleep before Stiles could even get a word out. 

Stiles laid there, trying to get it through his mind that what they just did was kinda sex. And kinda amazing. And he had a feeling it wouldn’t be the last time Derek ended up rutting against him. 

#egg_company #fanfic #smut tag #fanfiction #derek x stiles #derek hale #stiles stilinksi fanfiction #teen wolf stiles #stiles stilinski #teen wolf fanfiction #teen wolf fanfic #teen wolf #werewolf #smut fanfic #sterek smut #sterek fanfiction #sterek fanfic #stiles x derek #sterek

[winter-dayz]

Movie Marathon

Pairing: Park Jimin x Reader Scary Movie Night Genre: Fluff Words: 1141

Masterlist | Fictober Masterpost

Taglist:  @soobin-chois

Jimin smiled at me cheekily, holding up The Conjuring trilogy in his hands. Earlier today, he’d texted me about doing a movie night, but didn’t give any details on movie titles or genres. So when he’d turned up in his polka-dotted blue pajamas with a mischievous, little grin on his lips, I knew he was up to something.

“This is not a good idea, Chim.” I said, biting at my lip while considering the suggestion my boyfriend had just made.

“Aw, are you scared? I can protect you, don’t worry.” He smiled cheekily, but that wasn’t what was bothering me about the scenario. Regardless, I shrugged and nodded, finally agreeing to his idea. He brightened up and turned to go set up the TV, a smirk raising on his lips that I don’t think I was meant to see.

He insisted I go put on my matching set of pajamas, and when I returned he had already commandeered my living room. It was set up for “optimal movie-marathoning.” My ottoman had been moved to act as a footstool for the both of us, and he’d set up my small TV trays on either side for snacks and drinks.

“We can start with The Conjuring and go from there.” Jimin pulled up the movie while I grabbed a couple blankets and popped some popcorn. The thought crossed my mind to mention that I’d seen the entire Conjuring-verse already, but he seemed excited and I didn’t want to dampen his mood.

🎃

We’d only gotten through half of The Conjuring 2 before I realized I was faring far better than my boyfriend. I’d been so caught up in the storyline that I hadn’t realized the frequency at which he was jumping had increased.

He was not only jumping during the obvious jumpscares, but now also flinched when ambient sounds played. I had jumped once or twice during parts I’d forgotten about, but overall I was simply enjoying my salty snack and the captivating plot.

Another big scare ensued, and this time, I found my arms trapped as my entire body was encircled by Jimin’s arms and his face promptly shoved into the crook of my neck. As the scene dwindled down slightly, I freed one of my arms and patted gently at his head.

“You can look now, honey.” He pulled away pouting and glaring at me as though it was my fault for his woes.

“Why aren’t you scared? It was supposed to be the other way around.” I bursted out laughing at his admittance to why exactly he had wanted to do a horror movie marathon when he’d never shown much interest in the genre before. He was hoping to scare me into his arms.

“I’ve watched the entire Conjuring universe before. But also, most horror movies don’t scare me that badly. You gotta find the ones that play on my other fears.” He only huffed in response to my explanation, crossing his arms. “We can turn it off, if you’d like.”

But that seemed to add insult to injury and he scoffed, looking at me as though I’d cut up his favorite shirt.

“No, we’re finishing the series, and then we’re watching Barbie.” He stated with furrowed brows, leaving no room for argument. So, I nodded and opened my arms up for him to snuggle into. He eyed me for a moment before promptly diving in, nestling his head against my chest and wrapping his arms around my stomach.

🎃

By the end of the second movie, and the start of the third, Jimin had started getting handsier. One arm remained wrapped around my torso, but the other had slid its way down to my thigh. His face had moved from its comfortable position against my chest, and up to settle in the crook of my neck again.

Ten minutes into the third movie, he began pressing kisses to the skin below my ear. I paused the movie and turned to him with a tilted head and teasing smirk.

“Whatcha doin’?” I asked. His eyes roamed the room as he feigned innocence.

“Watching the movie and cuddling you,” he claimed, “why?” I had to bite my lip to stop from laughing at his obvious lie.

“Seemed to me that you’re trying to seduce me so you don’t have to watch the movies you insisted we watch. If you can’t behave then I’ll make you sit by yourself.” I playfully chided. He clicked his tongue at me, annoyed, and then pouted in annoyance.

“Fine, didn’t wanna kiss you anyway…” He grumbled, relaxing back into my embrace. I resumed the movie and, since I always let him get his way, began lightly threading my fingers through his hair.

 By the time the final installment was done, we were both thanking the gods. Jimin for the sake of his sanity and heart, and me for the sake of blood flow to my hand which he’d grabbed onto during an early jumpscare and gripped for his life for the next hour of the movie. He ran a hand over his face, looking utterly exhausted.

“You still wanna watch Barbie, Chim?” I asked softly, smoothing down his ruffled hair. His head dropped forward as he groaned. It was clear that the trilogy had taken his soul from him and he wanted nothing more than to collapse into a peaceful sleep, but I could also see the wheels turning as he remembered the haunting contents of the movies.

He nodded somberly, and I couldn’t help a sympathetic—but amused—as I put the next movie on.

🎃

The next morning—or more like afternoon—when Jimin stumbled into the kitchen to fix himself a mug of coffee, I cleared my throat and slid my phone across the table in his direction. He walked over, pecked a kiss to my cheek, and then picked up my phone to see what I wanted to show him.

On the screen was a list of five different movies that I hadn’t seen yet. A look of recognition lit up his face, and his arms dropped to his sides in despair.

“You wanted me to be scared didn’t you? Those ones will probably scare me, honey.” I teased, and he half-heartedly swatted at my arm.

“I’m never watching scary movies again, I can’t handle it.” I took my phone back from his hands and pulled up a different list I had compiled before putting it back in his hands.

“What about this list?” He eyed me with mock distrust before looking at the list. This time his face beamed with excitement, and he looked over and nodded.“I love classic Halloween movies!” Which of course, I already knew, and we spent the day debating which ones to watch, when, and in what order, deciding to start with Hocus Pocus and end with the Halloweentown series.

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[a-crumb-of-whump]

A New Beginning Drabble: Stress Toy

Masterlist

Content: Intimate/creepy whumper, vampire whumpee, conditioned whumpee, touch starvation, dub-con touching, [mentioned] dub-con, pet whump.

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“Come here, pet.” 

Carlos was up and at his master’s feet the moment he heard him call his name. Today had been such a slow, boring day and he’d missed his master so much that the mere sound of his name coming from his lips was enough to ignite some excitement. 

Master smiled back down at him, reaching out a hand to stroke his dark hair before motioning him up onto the bed with him. “Lie across my lap.” 

“Yes, sir.” Carlos wasted no time doing as he was told, hoisting himself up onto the mattress and setting himself down with his stomach flat across his master’s legs. He’d been hoping for some headpets or cuddles. It was a pleasant evening for it, and he’d missed him so much throughout the day. 

However, Master was quick to urge him forward a little more, pressing his hand against the vampire’s behind until he shuffled forward just enough for his ass to be on display instead. It was only then that Carlos realised what he really wanted. A stress toy. Something to fidget with. 

Resisting the urge to show his disappointment, Carlos obediently crossed his arms beneath his head and pressed his face into the soft blankets below him, already feeling Master’s hands beginning to squeeze and kneed both cheeks in his hands. It felt nice. It certainly wasn’t the worst thing he could have chosen to do to him this evening. Other than the occasional slap just to see his ass jiggle or the rough grabbing of his skin, nothing hurt. 

“You know, your ass might just be one of the best things about you,” Master complimented after a few minutes, and Carlos was suddenly grateful that he couldn’t see his face considering how red it had to have been. “It’s unbelievably soft and squishy. Fits so nice in my hands. I could do this all day.” Carlos let out an embarrassing squeak upon feeling him slap his left cheek. “Maybe I will, someday. Though… so long with such a tempting piece of ass in my face? I may end up just spearing you on my cock instead.” 

Carlos had nothing to say to that. He could practically feel his face burning, fingers gripping the fabric beneath him as he shut his eyes and soaked up every moment that his master’s attention was on him. Truthfully, he didn’t mind what they did. Any time spent with his master was good. 

Although he knew it was coming eventually, Carlos still jumped the moment he felt his master’s finger dip inside of him. He attempted to look up at what he was doing, but Master simply pushed his head back into the mattress and his digit in further, refusing to stop until he was practically knuckle deep. 

“Oh, my pet. We both knew it was coming, didn’t we?” 

Carlos forced himself to nod, every muscle starting to clench around the human’s finger, almost trapping it. It didn’t surprise him at all to feel Master responding by adding a second finger, though the feeling of his hole being stretched even further had him arching his back just a little, every noise he made muffled against the blankets he was gripping onto so tight. 

And then, just as quick as he’d started, both fingers retreated and left him feeling empty. 

“I never said I was going to fuck you,” Master practically taunted when Carlos lifted his head up to look at him. “I just wanted to feel you getting hard against my lap.” 

The vampire sighed, promptly laying back down as hands started to massage his cheeks once more. This time, Master said nothing to him, seemingly content with the silence. Carlos was too. His master’s company was kinder than his words, at least by his standards.

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[kpopnstarwars]

i have sm aggression inside me whenever i think about sumin like i want to bite him but with sm l o v e

you thank hyunwoo as he lets you into the dorms, winking and pressing a finger to your lips. immediately, you know where sumin is; he's in his usual position, hogging the sofa while he can - some of the others are still at the studio, so you have sumin all to yourself, aside from hyunwoo who is quickly retreating out of the living area, already sensing that you're poised to ambush.

'who was it, hyunwoo?' sumin calls.

rolling your lips together to hold in a laugh at the visual image of sumin stretched out on the sofa, looking a little sleepy with his tiktok open, you sneak up behind the back of couch before promptly vaulting over it, launching yourself into the air for a few glorious seconds before you flop right onto him. a little 'oof' escapes him, the shock registering on his face as his phone slips from his hands, falling dangerously close to his face. grinning, you tuck your arms around him, your hands beneath his shoulder blades as you cuddle into his chest. his face lights up, and he wriggles around under the blanket separating the two of you, trying to free his arms.

'jagi!'

that's the only warning you get - the slight lilt of mischief in his voice and the glimmer in his eyes - before he wraps his arms and legs around you in a deadly sumin attack, trapping you in his grip and the blanket, effectively swaddling you. squirming, you struggle to get a hand free, but he's got you imprisoned against his chest, his laughter ringing sweetly in your ears. you relax against him, accepting that now he's caught you, he's not going to let go any time, instead lifting your head to give him a quick peck on the lips.

it's safe to say that you spend the rest of the evening trapped rather willingly in sumin's arms, your legs tangled with his as you cuddle each other, showering each other with kisses between conversation topics. you don't budge when the rest of the boys get home, not even when they start groaning and complaining about the way you two are hogging the sofa.

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[slasher-male-wife]

hii, would you be able to maybe do some billy lenz headcanons with a clingy male s/o who just likes to cuddle up and listen to billy ramble n stuff, thank you and have a wonderful day/night :)

Of course I can and thank you for the request. I was actually just rewatching Black Christmas yesterday and I just wanna say that Jess is a girlboss. Billy is a total boy boss. Also the head cannons are short so I wrote a little drabble because I feel bad for writing so little lately.

Warnings: Billy calling reader pretty boy, strong language

Billy is a bit hesitant with physical affection at first. Small kisses and holding hands is ok but cuddling and being super close together is a bit hesitant for him.

He does love how clingy you are however. Having someone listen to his rambles and ask questions about it is something he's always wanted. During this time he'll let his guard down a bit and he'll let you cuddle up with him.

He loves cuddling after you've been gone at a long day of school. He'll totally tell you all about what he did that day and just list off all the things he look at through the window and also snooped through while you were gone.

It's a good thing you're clingy because Billy is clingy too. He's never really had physical affection before so he'll be very heavy on it and might not really understand personal space but since you're clingy it won't be that big of a deal to him.

You've got the fraternity all to yourself at the moment. Some of the other boys are off at a football game and the others are out studying. You picked up some chocolate at the store earlier to share with Billy. You're making your way up to the attic at the moment. You often have to sneak Billy into your room when the other boys are here, but now you can be more care free with where you take him. You always have a explanation for Billy being here just in case.

You climb the latter to the attic and push open the trap door, "Billy everyone's gone! I got us some chocolate too if you're interested in that." You say poking your head up into the attic. It's not too dark out yet so you can see Billy making his way over to you.

"Pretty boy missed Billy?" He asks.

"Of course I missed you Billy. You're my boyfriend. Now do you wanna spend the rest of the night up in the attic or do you want to come back to my room and eat that chocolate that I bought?" You ask knowing what his reply would be.

"Billy wants to spend time with his pretty boy. Where does pretty boy wanna go?" He asks. You're making your way back down the latter to make room for Billy.

"I wanna go back in my room and not spend any more time in the cold attic. Are you sure just a sweater and jeans are enough to keep you warm Billy? I have clothes you can always borrow some clothes of mine." You say reaching the bottom of the latter. You step off and Billy follows behind you, shutting the trap door behind him.

"Billy's fine. Y/n keeps him warm enough." Billy reaches the bottom of the latter and pulls you close into a hug, you quickly wrap and arm back around him too. You reach your room and after shutting the door you sit on the bed and Billy curls up on your lap. You grab the chocolates you bought for the two of you and open the bag. You take one out and hand it to Billy who promptly opens the wrapper and starts to eat the chocolate. You hold him in your arms and pet his hair. You love your boyfriend and you know he loves you back.

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