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pyrchance · 9 months
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Untitled Fuck It We Ball
Hi. Ao3 is down and this is the closest i have to a finished fic in my drafts. I was gonna write more. I was also thinking last week of just throwing it up as is. I think I started this fic like 2 years ago?? Idk never finished it really. Sort of it. Here. Have it.
The working title in my drafts Bondage so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
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Patrick should have paid more attention while playing Clue. Then, at least, he would know where to stuff Pete’s body when he finally kills him.
Right now the many, many corn fields they’ve passed today are looking promising. Patrick is little, but so is Pete. He’s sure if he is pissed enough he’ll be able to drag the corpse he’s about to make out of Pete if the fucker doesn’t stop touching him.
“Stop it,” snaps Patrick, slapping Pete’s fingers away from his headphones. He’s not even sure what Pete’s goal is here, other than to annoy Patrick to murder. There’s an entire middle seat sitting empty because Pete got bored and flung himself over it to bother Patrick in the back. Patrick, who has been trying to overcome his jitters about tonight’s show in a new (larger) venue by cramming as much loud, busy 80s pop into his ears, does not appreciate the company.
Pete makes a face at him. It’s his exaggerated who me? expression that never fails to drive Patrick up the wall. Pete is as restless as Patrick. Not for any obvious reason. Maybe just because he’s a bastard that feeds off of Patrick’s energy. The point is, the way he’s smirking can only spell trouble. He says something Patrick can’t hear over the electric drum beats in his ears and leans over with his hands out stretched.
Patrick bats away those hands again, pulls his feet off the floor, and kicks out, shoving Pete to the other side of the van. Pete’s face flashes with delighted surprise, which is even more annoying. He says something else, probably something dirty with the way he’s smirking, and Patrick decides he’s had enough.
He sits up, grabs Pete by the shoulders, and shoves him back into the middle seat. At least that’s what he means to do. What actually happens is Pete takes the movement as an invitation to clobber Patrick, which results in the both of them wrestling for dominion over the backseat. It is, by far, the most comfortable seat, what with the lack of annoying seatbelts sticking out of the middle and making it impossible to lay down without getting jabbed. Patrick isn’t giving it up without a fight.
Pete might be scrappy, but Patrick is pissed. He shoves a knee into Pete’s gut, pushes him with all his weight, and Pete finally goes tumbling off the seat into the gap below. He lands face first, probably getting a nose full of whatever funky gas station burrito wrappers the floor has eaten.
Patrick grins to himself, settles back in the middle of the seat, and plants his both feet down on Pete’s spine, grinding him to the floor. If one of them has to suffer, it such as hell won’t be Patrick.
He smiles up at Joe, who has turned from the front seat to check out all the commotion, and who rolls his eyes when he sees what the two of them have done.
Patrick loves winning. He’s still smiling to himself as he feels Pete shift underneath his feet. Patrick waits for the inevitable explosion of Pete pushing himself up off the floor…and then just keeps on waiting. After a full minute he looks down to find Pete absolutely still beneath his feet. Patrick is worried for a moment that he’s actually hurt—Pete is just lying there, not moving at all—but then he sees Pete’s face. It’s turned to the side, cheek flat against the disgusting van upholstery. His expression isn’t disgusted or in pain though. His mouth is relaxed and open slightly. His eyes are closed but not tightly. He’s not making any move to get up or get away. In fact, he almost looks like he’s sleeping.
It freaks Patrick right the fuck out.
He picks his feet off of Pete carefully, waiting for the fake out where Pete will no doubt jump up and get him, but all that happens is Pete’s eyes gradually open. He blinks a few times while staring off into space. Then he looks up at Patrick with an expression Patrick doesn’t recognize, and pushes himself off the floor and quietly climbs into the middle seat.
Pete pulls his hood up and rests his head against the window and doesn’t move or bother anyone for the rest of the trip.
Patrick settles back into his hard won back seat and wonders what the fuck just happened.
They’re back in Chicago the next time it happens. Back in their terrible apartment which still smells like pee thanks to a stunt Patrick sorely wants to forget. Patrick has never claimed not to be petty. He has siblings. He knows how this works.
The thing about sharing an apartment with the same people he also sometimes lives out of a van with is Patrick has to get very, very clear about boundaries. Sometimes, that means labeling every leftover box with a sharpie. Sometimes, that means marking his territory the old fashion way. Most often, however, it comes down to not being afraid to fight dirty.
So when Patrick comes home to Pete Wentz spread out on his bed mattress, snoring soundly and clad only in boxers, Patrick takes one sniff of the air and declares war. He slams the bedroom door shut, watches with glee as Pete’s eyes spring open, and then marches forward and yanking the pillow out from Pete’s head and smacking him with it.
Pete’s eyes blink blearily up at him. His mouth is hanging loose the way it sometimes does when he forgets to smile, making him look young and lost in a way that Patrick sort of wants to beat out of him.
He whacks Pete again with the pillow.
“Dude, what the fuck?” groans Pete, rolling over and burying his face in Patrick’s mattress. He’s not under the covers, thank god, but still. They have their own beds for a reason.
“If my sheets are nasty you’re the one going to the laundry mat,” Patrick declares.
“I was asleep,” Pete moans.
“Yeah, in my bed.”
“It doesn’t matter. We share one, like, all the time.”
“On the road!” says Patrick. “Not—You know what? No. I’m tired. Just get the fuck out, Pete.”
Pete smacks his lips loudly and very pointedly closes his eyes. Patrick takes the only logical step next and sits on him. Well, he pulls off the blankets first, then tries pushing him, but Pete just gives a loud pretend-snore and doesn’t even try to hide his smirk. So Patrick sits on him.
It’s what always worked on his brothers, okay? Patrick doesn’t know.
He’s tired. He’s had a long day.
He climbs on top of Pete Wentz and settles on his back criss-cross apple-sauce, arms crossed against his chest. Beneath him, Pete’s breath squeezes out of him. His eyes are open now. Wide open.
“Patrick,” Pete wheezes.
“Try sleeping now, asshole.”
He’ll have to roll to dislodge Patrick. Patrick’s made it easy for him and everything, what with his arms folded and his knees off the bed. All Pete has to do is move, and Patrick would fall right off of him, letting him escape and catch his breath.
Except…
Except once again that’s not what happens. Pete’s eyes are wide, wide open and his mouth is still parted, but his hands lay flat and still against the mattress and his legs don’t move. He must be struggling to breathe—Patrick can hear him struggling to breathe—but he doesn’t move. He doesn’t even complain.
It goes on long enough that Patrick realizes he’s bent down, closer to Pete’s face where he can hear Pete’s lungs struggling to inhale. Pete’s face is still, almost like he’s sleeping, except his eyes are open and there’s this look on his face like…
Like this is a really bad idea.
Patrick scrambles off of Pete. Pete takes in a huge, gasping breath, then starts coughing. Coughing in a way that has Patrick hurrying over to pat him on the back, suddenly terrified that he has just seriously hurt his friend.
“Pete? Hey, Pete. Come on,” Patrick says, once the coughing fit subsides. Pete lets Patrick pull him up to a sitting position, eyes fixed down on the blankets. “Shit. I am so sorry. Are you okay?”
“Peachy.” There’s a gruffness to Pete’s voice that wasn’t there before. Patrick hovers as Pete slowly pushes himself up off the mattress. That’s about as long as it takes for Patrick get angry.
“Why the fuck didn’t you push me off, idiot?” Patrick demands, shoving at Pete’s shoulder.
Pete shrugs. “I was comfortable. I didn’t feel like moving.”
“You couldn’t breathe!”
“Yeah.” Pete’s eyes are cagey. He doesn’t look at Patrick as he grunts,
“I know.”
The ire Patrick felt upon walking in has faded, but he still feels worked up. Sort of antsy under his skin, with a desire he grab Pete by the shoulders and shake him until all the answers came out. They sit for just a moment more in silence, before Pete sighs and drags himself off the bed. He’s walking slowly, bent over almost like he’s hurt, but something bars the apology from Patrick’s lips.
It’s only as Pete’s edging his way out the door that Patrick realizes it wasn’t an injury Pete was hiding at all. It was his dick.
Ending on the reblog. Tumblr doesn't like things too long apparently.
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violentviolette · 5 days
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still no sign of meows. my wife, her dad and i just spend about 2 solid hours walking through the entire property, the neighbors, and the woods out back calling and looking for her and nothing
there were a few times i thought i heard a very faint meow, but it never got louder when i went closer and i couldnt find her in any of the spots around the direction i heard it
which is whats so insane to me like there is just NO sign of her anywhere its like she just completely dissapeared. and its not like someone in the neighborhood would have just picked her up and is keeping her in their house because there's 3 or 4 people who have outside cats so its not like someone would immediately assume she was a stray. especially cause she's very well fed and groomed so she's not at all scruffy looking
my wife thinks she's just so terrified that she's curled herself up in some tiny corner somewhere and is just refusing to move or make any noise. there are a lot of deer and racoons (no larger predators tho so theres no way something ate her or dragged her off, esp cause none of the outside cats in the neighborhood have ever been injured fighting another animal and meows does still have her claws intact to defend herself) so its very likely she got spooked last night in the rain and just hasnt gotten up the courage to move, even with hearing me call for her.
all the vets and shelters in the area are closed today, so no one would have dropped her off and i left messages at the closest places just incase someone brings her in on monday. im really hoping that once things quiet down tonight, she'll make a run for the litterbox and doghouse we set up and hide there. i'm gonna keep checking it every few hours throughout the night.
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bluebudgie · 1 year
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help all i did was hold down 3 while facerolling over the right half of the skill bar. i don't even have all trinkets yet
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andromedaexists · 4 months
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if i have to translate plato ever again in my life i'm going to cry and then drop out of school
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madsciencestudent · 1 year
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....Does anyone ever think about how people got so mad and butthurt over ‘Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull’ and complained and tore apart the ‘the treasure was an alien technology/aliens themselves’?
...While ignoring the fact ‘Star Wars’ was Lucasfilms like main franchise?
...Or the fact the older movies had fucking Christian artifacts when we pretty much know those are just a Roman religious cult’s myths? And that said artifacts HAD MAGIC POWERS?
But no, it was the aliens that were too ‘unrealistic’ and ‘stupid’. What the hell...
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byakuyasdarling · 11 months
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S/I and Bya energy, waaa ♥️
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comradecowplant · 1 year
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Is the bartender bad at her pours or did she intentionally overfill it so I'd be forced to take off my mask while inside? This was always the Petty Bitch Bar but time will tell if it has only gotten pettier & bitchier since I've last been here in 2020!
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prettymelty · 1 year
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okay real shit i made myself cum yesterday by rubbing my clit with only one finger OVER my underwear and i'm STILL mad that no one was here to make fun of how incredibly easy and desperate i was!!!
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300iqprower · 2 years
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every time I praise FGO i get fucked somehow. So glad I get to spend 5 Rare Prisms to see the rest on TOP of the minimum 4 Rare Prisms to give me a decent anti-Avenger unit. 
FOR THE RECORD I BEAT KIARA BEFORE TIME WAS UP
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cosmiicfairy · 1 month
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sugurizz · 5 months
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𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐬, 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐬, 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐬 ✧ Feat. JJK MEN
𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 ── Jjk Men in their -real- Daddy era. (Am I secretly having a baby fever LMAOO)
𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 ── fluffy stuff, pure wholesomeness and affectionate dads.
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𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢
It's safe to say that sometimes you're raising two babies - only one of them is a big buff pouty one.
Daddy Toji sneaks to the kitchen in the middle of the night, leaving you both sleeping in your shared bedroom and then slowly closes the door. He promised himself he'd only take one *unnoticeable* spoon of your newborn's baby formula but ends up stuffing his face with the forbidden powder in the heat of the moment. He tries his best to hide his tracks by shoving the tin somewhere far in the cupboard.
He *oddly* always makes sure to be the one preparing his baby's bottle the next day - 'Oh darling, don'tcha move a muscle...I'll be right back with our baby's breakfast!'
You smile and raise a brow, already suspecting something. Daddy Toji is not much of a morning person. much less when it comes to baby chores...
𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮
Gojo is always there whenever you change your baby's diaper. He keeps laughing and giggling like a 6 year old, curiously learning from his baby momma how to take care of his little child. His sky blue eyes are staring at your skilled hands, handling your precious little one with infinte care. He keeps smiling in awe, chuckling every time your baby farts and making the funniest faces just to make them giggle.
He takes a million pictures of his baby every day; we're talking his whole camera roll is just his baby's face, cutesy hands, tiny feet, smiling, eating, sleeping on daddy's chest, drooling on his shoulder...the list never ends.
His baby looks so smol when he holds it in his huge hands. He has to bend all the way down just so he could pick them up cause obviously my dude is the tallest man ever.
𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐍𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢
He'd take full care of your newborn just to see you rest and relax. He told you to teach him everything he needs to know so that he'd be perfectly fit for his new -and best ever- occupation; your baby father. He's got however only one pet peeve; getting his little one to burp after feeding them.
The reason? He was doing it once, holding the baby while gently patting its back...until he suddenly felt a warm liquid slithering down his shirt - the expensive one you dearly gifted him on your wedding anniversary- and to his surprise it was none other than his little one's vomit dripping down his shoulder...
Now he makes sure you hold a napkin behind him whenever he does it.
𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐨
He's by far the chillest Daddy EVER. Carries his little one whenever he goes. Gets super jealous when your baby starts calling for you, or wants you to hold them instead of him. He's determined to make them say 'daddy' first, but deep down knows it'd melt his heart when he sees the little version of him utter mommy's name for the first time.
Staying awake at night putting his baby to sleep just so you can get your full nightly rest is something he'd never miss out on. He hates seeing you tired or sleepy and puts both of your needs before anything else.
Daddy Geto is always calm and smiley, no matter how much mess his baby makes or how long it'd take for him to clean it up - sometimes makes you seriously wonder how he manages to be so damn chill all the time.
𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐒𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚
For a husband twice your size with four arms and eyes he sure should take most care of your little offspring - He does tbf - His baby is always laying somewhere on his body or at least near him; sleeping against his chest, nibbling on his thumb, drooling on the side of his shoulder or sitting on his huge lap.
He's got a 6th sense whenever it comes to his baby being hungry, thirsty, sleepy or needing anything at all. Instantly knows the reason why his little one is crying and most of the time is very quick to make them happy again.
Absolutely hates poopie smell and calls them a brat whenever he senses their diaper getting heavier. 'Aggh you little runt!' You can't help laughing at him getting overwhelmed with such a tiny thing and start teasing him over it.
𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐘𝐮𝐮𝐭𝐚
There's nothing that Yuuta loves more than children. He has always wanted to have kids and couldn't wait to create his very first and own one with you. He's in LOVE with seeing you taking care of them; almost admiring every move and every word you say. He smiles like an idiot whenever he sees you holding your baby, breastfeeding them, playing with them or even laying next to them.
His favorite game is to hide somewhere in the house and let his little one look for him. He does it so suddenly and quickly, leaving them puzzled with big round eyes - comes out of his hideaway when they start sobbing and laughs at their little red nose and pouty cheeks.
'Aww why is my little cupcake cryiiing?...Daddy's right here!'
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hpmort · 9 months
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There are more than two spiders in my room which I think is too many spiders? A room of mine’s size, yeah one spider is useful, and maybe 2 is good but I am concerned about population density
What do they know that i don’t
#nightblogging#spiders#personal#ish#I was having an ant problem and I think they’re carpenter ants maybe so anyways more spiders in the house is good#none of the ones around here are able to put dangerous venom in humans#like either they can’t pierce human skin or their venom isn’t a problem if you’re not allergic#and I’ve never be allergy tested but I have had a negative reaction to lanelin and so avoid skin products and also wool and sheep#like out of caution mostly which is why I was briefly interested in raising angora rabbits which don’t have that in their wool#because felting looks like it could make cool things but my skin has melted in response to lanelin in the past?#wdll specifically I was already having troubles but it didn’t help#and even if it doesn’t do so much damage on its own it certainly exacerbates preexisting problems#anyways midnight anaphylaxis by spider would be A Way to go I guess#but the problem isn’t the spiders themselves so much as what they imply#and I don’t know what that is#at least two species are represented so it’s possible that one might predate one or more other spiders???#i don’t know but I am uneasy about all the arachnids#I’m always anxious and stressed to the point that my stress has given me symptoms of so much shit#but the spiders are just another reason for this I guess. or something to project onto#my life is literary and the spiders are symbolic of my own issues in some grand narrative or whatever. like that gun#that legally i can’t know about but i do bc some things are too absurd I guess?#it was so fucking poetic. symbolic of their family relationship. I don’t know shit about the people#and also you cannot legally inherit a gun#excepting maybe muskets I guess#and the shagginess of that dog just adds to it#I think that I am guilty of accessory to some kind of misdemeanor or something for discussing this maybe#it is past midnight and I’m posting this now#completely out of it and irrational#to get something fucking out there to vent or whatever the fuck
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garoujo · 9 months
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✩ ˛˚ . WAKING UP WITH THEM feat. 𝓙𝓤𝓙𝓤𝓣𝓢𝓤 𝓚𝓐𝓘𝓢𝓔𝓝!
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ஜ ˖ ࣪࿐ྂ characters: gojo satoru, geto suguru, nanami kento, fushiguro megumi + itadori yuuji
warnings! none, fluff ♡ ˖ ࣪࿐ྂ note! hi it’s been so long + i just got a sudden urge to write with the new season + all! life has been super cray but hopefully i get to do some more jjk again ueueue! back to my roots <3
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✩ ˛˚ . GOJO SATORU
it was almost a mission getting up next to gojo, or more so having to actually get out of bed when you have your overgrown clingy boyfriend wrapped around you.
his breathing is soft, the rise and fall of his chest is steady and despite the way the light barely breaks into the room you can see the way his lashes still rest along his cheeks.
now’s your chance, you think to yourself as you ease gojo’s arm from where he’s got it draped over your waist — gently as to not jolt him awake as you push yourself closer to the edge of the bed. you gently swing your legs over the edge, but just as you go to push yourself up you hear the slow, drowsy drawl of a man who’s definitely not about to let you do that.
“oh, what’s this? i don’t think so, sweet thing.” your snowy haired boyfriend grunts as his arms take their previous place around your waist from behind, tighter this time before you’re pulled back into his chest with such an ease you almost squeak. you barely heard him move and the speed he always seems to despite the early hours still makes your head feel dizzy.
“you wouldn’t leave me cold would you? where’s your heart?” gojo teases but you note that he’s warm when he’s pushing himself into the crook of your neck, letting his lips graze along the skin there as he chuckles at the way you shudder at the touch. he knows you’re pouting, your little mission not so successful—but he still thinks it’s adorable the way you melt back into him regardless.. like you were secretly hoping for the loss.
“you were literally asleep a second ago.” your words are accompanied by a playful pinch at his cheek before his large palms graze under your shirt, squeezing at your waist as he pulls away to give you a tilted look. his sleepy smirk is in place as it stretches wide before he leans into to press a quick kiss against your lips, then another against your cheek that lingers.
“oh yeah? but i thought i was still in a dream, sweet girl.” crystalline eyes pull back to look over you, mapping out your features like gojo hasn’t already committed them to memory. but you think it’s unfair how handsome he seems to look in the mornings, especially when you’re trying to resist the way he makes you want to give in to his request to stay in bed a little longer.
“yeah yeah, just get up already.”
“nuh ugh, you’ve not even given me my good morning kiss yet. how will i survive the day, hm?”
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✩ ˛˚ . GETO SUGURU
you need to get up, geto knows when your alarm goes off for the third time even though it was the first that woke him. “i know you’re awake, pretty girl.” he hums against your temple, but you’re still pressed up into him and every attempt to shake you gently awake has you inching yourself closer to his chest rather than to the edge of the bed.
“come on.” his words are accompanied by the smooth trace of his hands along the curve of your spine and you think it’s a little contradictory, the way he’s making you melt even more into him despite the way it’s supposed to be waking you up instead.
“sugu, but i’m tired.” a kiss to your forehead and a squeeze of his hand at your hips and you hear geto chuckle as he pulls back to look at you — his dark hair still messily framing his features as he pushes himself up.
“yeah? you seemed to be sleeping well when you were snoring.” he teases even as one arm still wraps around you and pulls you into him anyway. chuckling, long and low when you grumble before nuzzling into the crook of his neck to press butterfly kisses along his skin.
“i don’t snore.” you reply before you find yourself lost in him, geto always smelled good, so good you wanted to wrap yourself in him like the blanket you wrap yourself in at night. you hear him hum at your words; like he’s not quite convinced before he’s reaching over you to tap at the alarm, again.
“but we really need to get up.” he sighs but somehow manages to keep you still pressed against him as he sits up, letting you curl up against his chest as the first cold press of morning air rolls over your shoulders while he stretches.
you look up at him with drowsy features but it seems to warm you from the inside out when you notice he’s already staring, a smirk in place before he’s pinching once at your cheek and kissing your lips when they jut out into a pout.
“hey, don’t gimme that look after all of those alarms, pretty girl.”
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✩ ˛˚ . NANAMI KENTO
waking up with nanami was easy, or more so being woken up by him. he was always up early, waking you up with a sweet kiss against your cheek, followed by another against your temple. his coffee still lingers on his lips but you think it’s familiar, like it makes the first stretch of the day come a little easier when hes resting over you.
“morning, sweetheart.” his voice is a low drawl but he knows you’ll probably still be in bed by the time he leaves. but you know you’ll walk into the kitchen to sliced fruit on the table and your slippers will be waiting in their place over the edge — perfectly positioned for you to slide into because he knows the floor is a little colder in the morning.
“morning, kento.” your voice is cute, barely audible but nanami’s still close enough to hear it as he lets his palm push gently down the curve of your shoulder — squeezing at the skin affectionately. your eyes are barely open, but you can still feel the way he tucks the comforter over you, sighing softly before he pulls back.
“do you want me to bring in dinner?” he asks, you’re barely awake but he still waits for an answer. a little nod follows and he smiles to himself when you subconsciously roll onto his side of the bed, seeking out the small remainder of the warmth he’d left behind although you’d still rather he be next to you instead.
“then i won’t be late, i have dinner plans now after all.” nanami pulls back to take another sip of his coffee but you still seem to find the consciousness to reach out to grab at the cuff of his shirt. a drowsy blink up at him and he knows he can’t deny you when he’s leaning over you again, leaving you with another few kisses that find him having to smooth down his shirt and hair again afterwards.
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✩ ˛˚ . FUSHIGURO MEGUMI
you think it’s charming, the way megumi is already looking at you as you wake, blinking blearily at your dark haired boyfriend as he gives you a content sort of look. you blink again, stretching slightly before you roll onto your side, edging yourself closer before you speak. “were you watching me sleep?”
your question is still drawled as you tease him, barely awake but you can still see the way it makes him jolt slightly — like he’s been caught in a daze as the tips of his ears sting with a blush. “no” but his reply is too quick, followed by a tsk while he’s suddenly looking everywhere but at you with a pout on his lips that only seems to lure you closer.
you giggle as you press yourself into megumi’s side, humming at the grumpy expression on his face because you still think it’s cute the way he lets you climb all over him. “what? i think it’s cute.” he softens at that, slightly as his eyes dart quickly to look at you before they’re gone again.
you let the silence settle for a few moments before you feel his arm reach to wrap gently around your waist, securing you against him before he clears his throat to finally say something. but his gaze remains on the ceiling. “i wasn’t staring..” he begins before he gives you another quick look, “.. you, you just made a sound, i was checking on you.”
you hum at megumi’s little excuse as your press your cheek into his shoulder, failing to hide the way your lips are starting to stretch into a grin that he notices before his brows furrow slightly. “hm? you looked happy about it.” you tease again and you feel his fingers squeeze at your waist slightly as he breathes out a long sigh and curls you closer.
“shutup.”
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✩ ˛˚ . ITADORI YUUJI
on the rare occasions itadori seemed to wake up before you, you were never far behind — mostly because he couldn’t seem to wait too long without you. so you always seemed to find yourself woken up by a few messy kisses, pressed quickly into your cheeks, then your neck, then your nose until you’re pushing him away playfully at the way they tickle your skin.
“yuuji! i’m awake..” you huff out as your overgrown boyfriend leans his weight over you, like a giant puppy licking his owner awake in the morning as he sends you a bright grin. you always thought it was cute how pretty he still seemed to be in the mornings, even when his hair is messy and it’s barely 8am— there’s still a soft sort of glow in his eyes when they meet yours.
“morning!” itadori replies, his voice is lower than normal but he still handles you softly despite how tightly he wants to wrap you in his arms. but he was warm, sort of like sunshine and you think you quite enjoy the moments when you get to wake up under the sun.
“do you wanna get breakfast?” you ask softly and you swear you feel your boyfriend squeeze you tighter at that. but your arms wrap around him and he doesn’t think anything is gonna be as good as the feeling of you against his chest right now.
“five more minutes, babe. i wanna cuddle a little longer.” itadori’s words are muffled when he speaks them into your skin, continuing where he left off on his onslaught of kisses as he peppers them across your features. across your cheeks, along your jawline and down your neck until he’s pressing you into your pillows and groaning when you scratch your fingers through his hair.
but you accept, even though in five more minutes you know it’ll be ten.
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foldingfittedsheets · 1 month
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One thing people often don’t know is you should never ever ever ever and I really mean NEVER use silicone lube with a silicone toy of any kind*.
The reason silicone makes such a great sex toy is that it’s so inert- it basically has no give and take with your body. Unlike plastic or rubber toys that your body can absorb things from, silicone is just staying in its lane.
The reason silicone lubricant is so great for sex is that it’s so inert. The body can’t absorb it like water so it just stays slick forever until you wipe it away.
But there’s one thing silicone loves in this world. And that’s itself. When mixed the two can bond, forming a chemical reaction and I’m going to tell you a story about that. This story happened pretty soon after I started working at the sex shop.
A couple was looking at lubricant and when I mentioned a silicone lube but that they should be careful not to use it with toys they both froze. Then shared a secret look. I paused and they said they knew that.
“It was our honeymoon,” he told me.
“We’d been having sex with silicone and then he went to use a toy on me. We didn’t know any better.”
I waited with horrified fascination. They were both wry, the story had happened long enough ago that it had moved into absurdity for them. But I know some of the reactions silicone can have, and none of them you’d want to happen inside you. It can bubble, melt, or-
“It swelled up so big inside me we couldn’t get it out. We had to go to the emergency room and they cut it out of me piece by piece.”
“Kinda took the steam out of the rest of the honeymoon.”
They were both laughing and I did too but mine was more haunted by the thought of toddling into an ER with a dildo the size of a zucchini sticking out of my crotch.
*As a technicality you CAN but you should be extremely careful. Silicone comes in different levels and a low level silicone toy won’t react to a high level lube. They only bond at the same level. If you ever want to test it you can put a little lube at the base of the toy to check for a reaction, but honestly it’s better to just use water based. Even hybrid lubes can bond to toys, gotta be careful with your crotches.
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harpsinfinity · 6 months
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Cuddling with Simon, Price and könig
Fem!reader
Warnings: none, just pure fluff :)
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Simon Riley
Simon loves to just wrap you up in his big bulky arms, keep you out of harms way. He'll have you laying on his chest, your arms wrapped around him while he rubs your back gently. Sometimes he'll lay his head on your stomach, letting all the tension from his previous mission melt away as your hands play with his hair, your nails soothingly scratching his scalp.Your the only thing he knows that can take him away from everything, everything horrible he's done. With you he isn't Ghost
He's Simon, your Simon.
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John Price
This man will give you bear hugs (we love our peepaw), you will literally be trying to wiggle out of his grasp to get some air, though you don't mind most of the time. Loves, loves, loves to lay on your chest with your soft hands grazing his back and scratching the base of his neck lightly.He loves to just lift you off your feet and take you to the nearest place to cuddle, wether that be the sofa or somewhere else. It doesn't matter as long as he has you in his arms. His arms will be wrapped tight around you, holding you like it'll be the last time he'll be able to.
Your all his, and he's all yours
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König
This giant of a man will have you in his lap, holding your smaller body close to his, his rough, calloused hands holding your softer ones. Comparing the size difference between them with a light chuckle. He'll have his strong arms around your waist with yours wrapped around his thick torso, resting your head on his broad chest. He can't believe how small you are compared to him, a big brute of a man next to someone so soft and small, he's always so gentle with you, careful not to hurt his love.
He can just never get enough of you
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signedkoko · 2 months
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Oo could I request romantic Vees with a reader who's this famous singer/idol in Hell? (Think, way more than Fizzarolli-level famous)
Valentino | Velvette | Vox [Romantic]
In which you are one of the most popular performance artists in all of hell. Reader is female.
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Your name was more than just 'known'; it was plastered along buildings and chanted by millions
He was always scouting for personalities, following trends in people to see who he could drag down into his vicing grip
But you were untouchable, the first thing he couldn't command to their knees before him
Even so, if Val wanted to meet you, he could, and it was extremely new to the overlord to have to go out of his way to meet someone, but he felt it was worth it
He claims it was because you had possible talent, but those closest to him know he had a bit of a celebrity crush
Valentino is not one to be nervous; he would be direct when telling you that he wanted you, again and again, until you eventually granted him at least one night out, just the two of you
Once he has his chance, he'll pull out every stop just to hear you say that you'd like to see him again
He gets so distracted with you that he forgets the part about getting you into his company, eventually brushing it off by saying you 'didn't suit what he was looking for'
Avoiding being under his contract meant he could never command you, which meant he never had anything to be angry with you about
According to him, you were a role model for all the demons he owned
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Famous stars require famous stylists, and who better than Velvette?
You'd actually reached out to her personally, since a lot of her work inspired your current stylists, and you wanted an upgrade for your tour of hell
Idol's like you were the exact thing people like Velvette dreamed of having in their portfolio, and she insisted on meeting you so she could see what you were looking for
In all her years, she'd never met an idol so genuine—most were snobbish, greedy, or just told her to 'do whatever'
You came in with photos of things you liked, hell, even fabrics you preferred, and a set list of what your songs would look like in order
She was already in love
You get her personal creations, and she insists on being the one to tailor you herself
" Only the best for the best, right? "
She can feel her bitchy attitude melt, and though she gets extremely bothered when anyone interrupts your sessions together, you ground her
It's not long before you two become official, and while she can't follow you into the deeper rings of hell, she will always be sure to watch your performances in the background while she works
She constantly calls you 'doll', because she's always dressing you up
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Influences, aristocrats, idols—none of it was new to the king of social media
Everyone contacted him for their social management, or his team, at least
He didn't do much of the personal work himself; he had far too much on his plate, but he always checked on who was requesting his services
Mostly for the ego boost, knowing the image of so many self-proclaimed "stars'' relied on him
But there was also a list of people he wanted to work for, a list that brought his ego back down and told him he hadn't met his goals yet and had to try harder
You were at the very top
He'd seen a plethora of your performances recorded and reuploaded: best takes, most underrated performances, and unforgettable sets
But he'd never had the chance to see you live until he got a PR package regarding your newest album release
Him? It was certainly interesting to...no shot, you sent him hidden tickets for 'friends only'
He is not fangirling except maybe a bit; he's already cleared his schedule that evening so he can get there and making sure his outfit is cleaned up and ready
Your performance was out of this world, and he is beyond pleased when he is invited backstage to speak with you
There you were, taking off your earrings in your dressing room, smiling at him as if you were old friends
" How was the performance? I'm so glad you came. "
For a moment, hes almost worried you have the wrong person; he seems uncertain of what to say until you continue
" I heard you are hard to win over, so I figured I'd go all out before I ask if you'd consider running my new album compaigne? "
He acts cool, but when he gets home that evening, he is pumping his fist in the air and screaming
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Author's Note - I was thinking lilith-level famous, you are THAT girl... Thank you for requesting! I went for a fem! reader because it was no specified
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