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for some odd reason (the horrors) i can’t sleep, so i’ll be haunting you guys (reblogging a huge amount of posts)
#thoughts#insomnia#i’m super sleepy but my brain can’t shut off#tried the usual but it won’t work so i’ll let it vibe#maybe it needs to absorb this sweet silence
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Sleepy Time - Alessia Russo
Alessia takes care of her sleepy girlfriend.
just a short little fluffy bit.
Y/N cringed when the two pans crashed together while she attempted to grab the middle one, “damnit.”
She looked down the hallway, listening to make sure Alessia slept through the noise, when she heard no movement coming from the bedroom, she continued her task of making breakfast.
Spraying the pan with cooking spray, she set it on the top burner to begin warming up. Pulling out ingredients and placing them on the counter.
“What all do I want.”
She muttered, thinking out loud, so her tired brain could process what she was attempting to do.
“I want eggs.”
“Oh, some cottage cheese, gotta get the proteins in.”
“Where the fuck is the bacon?”
“I’m sure if you ask is nicer, it’ll tell you.”
“Christ Alessia!”
Y/N whipped around, slamming the fridge door shut in the process. The blonde appearing in the doorway of the kitchen, smirking.
The blonde chuckled, before pulling Y/N into her arms, “morning baby,”
Y/N melted into the hold, burrowing her face into the taller woman’s neck. Alessia started to pull away but was stopped when Y/N tightened her hold, fisting the back of her shirt in her hands. The blonde tightened her grip in return.
“Bad shift?”
All Y/N managed was a nod, nestling her face in tighter. Y/N had just returned home from a 36-hour shift at the hospital where she worked as a trauma surgeon. The doctor supposed to have been home 24 hours earlier.
Alessia let the woman soak up another moment of comfort before gently lifting her to sit on the counter.
“Stay,” she poked Y/N’s nose, giggling when it scrunched in response.
Y/N leaned against the cupboards, doing her best to keep her eyes open, watching Alessia finish making her breakfast for her.
“I was going to make you breakfast in bed,” Y/N mumbled out, losing the fight of keeping her eyes open.
“Next time, love,” Alessia rubs her hands up and down Y/N thighs, encouraging her to open her eyes, “open.”
Y/N cracks her eyes open to see the blonde holding a fork full of scrambled eggs in front of her, cupping a hand underneath to prevent anything from falling. Y/N closes her eyes again and allows the striker to feed her bites of eggs, alternating with bites of bacon.
After the last bite, she puts the fork down to wrap her arms around Y/N’s waist. Y/N drapes her arms over Alessia’s shoulders and snuggles her face back into the blondes shoulder, “you didn’t eat.”
“I’ll eat after we get you to bed,” she pulls her arms away, tapping Y/N’s thighs, then tugs the bottom of her shirt to prompt her to get off the counter.
“Noooo,” Y/N moans out, leaning forward to maintain her place in the blondes’ shoulders.
“Yeesss,” Alessia mimics, grinning at her antics “go get ready for bed while I clean up, then we can snuggle till I have to leave for practice.”
Y/N slides the rest of the way off the counter and stumbles her way to the bathroom.
By the time Alessia finishes cleaning and makes her way back to the bedroom, Y/N already appears to be asleep. Deciding to leave the woman be, she begins turning out the lights, making sure the blackout curtains are properly in place, and begins to sneak back out of the room.
“Nooo,” Y/N moans from her cocoon of blankets, “you promised me snuggles.”
Alessia turns to see Y/N’s hands jutting out, making grabby hands at her.
“I only have five minutes,” she whispers once Y/N is settled on her side, facing away from her, the blonde protectively holding her to her chest.
“Won’t last that long,” Y/N slurs out, already beginning to fall asleep. The ministrations of Alessia drawing patterns into her hips soothing her.
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My Top Aaron Quotes
men who are just constantly tired of everything>>>>>
“Well buckle up, wiz kid.”
“So yeah, I am gonna miss you. I’m really gonna miss you.”
“Sue me. Except don’t. My brain is already fried from the financials, I don’t need to throw legalese on top of that.”
“Fuck it. There’s nothing in here I can’t replace. I want you."
“Oliver”
“I didn’t say I wanted to spend the day with you, I asked if you wanted to spend the day with me. I asked first.”
"Ell"
“Hey, stop it. Because you know how much I like you running your fingers through my hair. Makes my brain go all fuzzy.”
“I appreciate it. And you.”
“Oh, it’s not playing dirty. It’s just me making you feel good.”
“I didn’t realise I was apparently dating an anthropomorphic backpack.”
“H-hey—stop it. You—no, your kisses are just… it tickled. Shut up. So what if my sides are ticklish, it’s not like that’s weird, you shit.”
“Oh, and now you can’t even find the strength to lift your head out of my lap, hmm? You poor thing. Who knew that being lazy could be so exhausting?”
“I love you very much. Now get off me.”
“You talked a big talk back then. But it turns out you’re just a cuddle-hungry softy after all, huh? Yes you are. At least when you’re still sleepy, anyway.”
“I also know you’re probably the kind to fly off half-cocked and make me chase you down with the SPF 50 like a madman. If for no other reason than to infuriate me.”
“Come here. Come closer. Because I said so.”
“I love you. And I love rain. And I love being with the person I love while it rains. Isn’t that a fun little combo?”
“You are very cute looking up at me like that.”
“Or is the thought of a few more minutes in my arms that much of an imposition? Asshole. Mmm. I love you too.”
“I can’t even try to say a nice thing without you having to get some snark into it, can I? No, I wouldn’t have it any other way. You brat. I love you just as you are.”
“You make me better. And that’s no small order when you’re talking about me, given the high level I already started at.”
“A man’s gotta eat. And you’ve always been my favorite thing on the menu.”
“Oh yes, you’re so put upon. Your evil boyfriend only makes you a whole breakfast spread, he won’t then also let you sleep in even later than you already have.”
“Eli”
“Yes, in a shocking twist, I do find your absence unpleasant. Perish the thought, right?”
“Time spent with the people I care about is important to me. It doesn’t have to be time doing anything special, it doesn’t have to be conversations about our future or some greater purpose or any of that shit, I just want to be with the person that I’m with.”
“Sure, there are plenty of ways to sleep on a couch just fine. It’s your hybrid approach that lands somewhere between gymnast and pretzel that tends to get you in trouble.”
“You’re okay. It’s gonna be okay.”
“If it feels like it's coming on again, come tell us, okay?”
“I only met them a handful of times. They're sweet. They laugh a lot. They spent most of the time giving Elliott shit, it was funny. Not in like a mean way, like the way you do when you love somebody that much. They were a good balance for one another.”
“God I sound old. And I feel old. And I’m not, but it feels like it. A grumpy old man. Might as well start yelling at kids to not play so loud in the neighborhood, really complete the image.”
“Stop calling me an old man, only I’m allowed to call me old. Don’t be mean. I’m in a vulnerable state. I need baseless praise.”
“Yes. Holding you feels very productive.”
“Yeah. Let me just rub it on that pretty face for a little bit…”
“ It’d be fine. Almost as fine as you. I’m tired, I’m allowed to be stupid.”
“El, I have never hated you. You’re my little brother, I love you.”
“No the windows are mirrored glass. You should know that, you worked here.”
“Whose is it? Louder”
“Thank you baby. Yeah, thank you for trusting me like you do. […] All I wanna do is prove myself worthy of that trust.”
#haven’t don’t one of these in a while#been busy okay#redacted aaron#bubbler’s top quotes#redacted audio#redacted asmr#redactedverse
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you'll always find me in the kitchen at parties — a.h.b.
a/n: this is based on one of the songs mentioned in this interview. the prompt is "a song for when you're getting ready to go out, but you actually want to stay in"
cw: suggestive, kissing and making out
“red or pink?” i hold up two tubes of lipstick in front of him. he frowns.
“neither,” he takes them out of my hands one after the other and hides them behind his back. “i’d rather you stayed.”
i click my tongue and look at him, exasperated once again. he’s been on our bed for the past twenty minutes now, watching me ritualistically put on my makeup, once step after the other like i’ve done for years.
“baby, don’t be like this,” i get off the chair and stand in front of him, between his legs. then i cradle his face. “it’s a work thing. i have to be there…”
truth is i’d rather be anywhere but at the work thing. i know it’s going to be one of those events that goes on and on and on until every last person is sleepy and bored out of their minds. then there is shitty food.
“will you return my lipsticks, please?”
“and what if i said no?” he puts his arms around me and rests his chin on my sternum, effectively trapping me in place.
“i’d have to wrestle you for them,” i smirk, indulging him.
“you’d never win against me,” he declares, his voice all confident until i scratch his scalp with my nails. whatever words he was about to say dissolve on his tongue as he sighs, practically melting in place.
“you sure about that?” i tease and drag my nails through hair once again.
once his eyes flutter shut, he shifts, squishing his face in my boobs, tightening his arms around me some more.
“i’ve got you now,” his voice is muffled, i feel the vibrations in my chest, “where will you go?”
the clock on the wall ticks, inching closer and closer to when i have to leave. the more the seconds tick by the more my feet feel frozen in place, my body rooted in his arms, my brain unwilling to do the ‘right thing’. i should untangle myself from his embrace and step away. instead i climb onto his lap.
“oh?” he looks at me with renewed interest, mouth curving into a smug smile.
i take my chance and reach behind him, closing my fist around one of the lipsticks. quickly i yank my arm back and hold it up in front of him. it’s the pink one, the one i didn’t want. “gotcha!”
he looks at the bullet then back at me, moving his hands from my hips to my waist. a confused frown makes its way onto my face. “what are you—”
i yelp before i can finish my question. in an instance i’m off his lap and somehow under him on the bed as he flips us both, faster than i could have imagined. the lipstick goes flying halfway across the room.
“gotcha…” he whispers, close enough that our breaths mix together. “do you still want to leave?”
no. no no no. i haven’t wanted to leave all evening, not when he looks at me with so much longing and want and love. not when he looks like that…
the other lipstick tube rolls against my thigh, within my reach now. instead, i place my hand on his cheek, crane my neck until i can press my lips against his.
barely a second passes before he deepens the kiss, moves his hand from my waist to my ribs.
his familiar weight on top of me is comfortable, safe. i fist his t-shirt and giggle when he does the same to my dress, wrinkling it instantly.
“you won’t let me go, will you?”
he clicks his tongue, kissing my jaw, “not a chance.”
“i should just tell them i got food poisoning, shouldn’t i?”
“absolutely. oh, you are deathly ill right now.”
i giggle again, letting him slide away the straps off my dress and kiss the bare skin of my shoulder.
“for the record,” he murmurs, “i would have picked red.”
“yeah?”
he nods, pulling away slightly so he can look at me properly. “looks the best on you. looks the best on me when you kiss me…”
“and pink doesn’t?” i tease.
this time it’s his turn to thread his fingers through my scalp. i sigh and almost close my eyes. “well now that you’ve decided to stay…” he swoops down and captures my lips in another lingering kiss, “we could test out all the shades.”
“i think that’s a good use of our time,” i laugh, and kiss him once again.
#i should maybe have a different tag for these fics ->#andrew's song recs#hozier#andrew hozier byrne#hozier x reader#andrew hozier byrne x reader#hozier fluff#you'll always find me in the kitchen at parties#Spotify
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My insomnia is really bad right now and I would love nothing more than for bang chan or lee know to fuck me to sleep.
Just make me so exhausted I pass out in minutes and enter a time of bliss.
Dear lord 🥵 (warnings are below the cut btw NSFW)
I feel like Chan is the type to slowly fuck you to bed, and then Lee Know is the type to exhaust you. Like c’mon. Chan is naturally a giver and Minho is a taker. And lord have mercy take the fckin wheel- I’m soft for both. I’d literally sell my soul for either of these men- (and also Mingi🩷🫶🏻)
Chans just fine asf for being so soft like- 😭 ⬇️⬇️ HES SO CUTE I CANT- I’m such a simp for this man that it’s disgusting.
Lee know is a damn menace. He knows it- we know it. Like, he doesn’t hide it. He enjoys tormenting us. You can see it in the way he smiles. MAN IS A TEASE- I will pass away bc I wouldn’t be able to withstand his wrath istg.
Warnings: soft channie 😭🫶🏻, unprotected sex, fluff 🫶🏻, rough sex (if you squint) cute minho, after care
A.N- unedited so I apologize heh. Anyway, enjoy and thx for the submission!!
Chan
Tossing and turning is something Chan is very much used to. In fact, he probably wrote the definition of insomniac. However, even though Chan is used to the struggle of counting sheep, he doesn’t like seeing the one he loves most share the same fate. As Chan sits at his desk peacefully writing as the time passes midnight, he usually finds solace in the soft snores that come from your parted lips.
But tonight, they haven’t come.
He pauses humming to himself and turns to watch your resting form. He carefully watches your chest to see if it was rising and falling softly to find that you were restlessly fidgeting with the blanket instead. Chan frowns at the sight of your fist balled up in frustration, “What’s wrong baby?” He murmurs. You let out a drawn out sigh, “Can’t sleep.” You grumble. The long period of silence had left your voice slightly gruff and you clear your throat before you speak again, “I think maybe today was just too exciting.” Chan coos at you as he stands from his chair, chooching across the floor in cute short steps toward you.
Slipping his jacket off and sliding in bed next to you, he pulls you to his bare chest, “Maybe this will help?” He offers. You curl into his arms and lay your head against the warm skin of his chest, “maybe.” You sigh, trying to rest finally. You try, to no avail, to fall asleep. Even though Chan is playing with the ends of your hair, which normally instantly makes you fall asleep, isn’t helping. And neither is the rumble of his chest as he hums your favorite song. You sigh, “Chan.” You whine, finally giving up. Chan peeks down at you, “What’s wrong baby?”
“I can’t sleep.” You cry, pressing your face in his neck. Chan giggles, squeezing you tightly to his chest. “Awh, it’s ok.” He says, trying to hide his giggles as you speak into his skin, your voice muffled, “my brain just won’t shut off.” Chan stops laughing and pulls away from you. You look up at him to see that he has a playful glint in his eye. “What?” You ask making him grin, “I have an idea…” he trails off, his right hand sliding down your side, groping your ass. You shove at his shoulder softly, “Channie! That’ll wake me up!”
“But it’ll make you sleepy.” He giggles sleepily, biting his lip as he leans in to kiss you.
This is where you find yourself now; back flush against Chan’s bare chest, his hand digging into your thigh to hold it up. He groans softly into your neck, his curls tickling your ear as he buries his face into your throat. His cock is hitting that gooey spot that only he managed to find. You try to hide your soft moans as he holds you close with his other hand splayed across your abdomen, cupping one of your breasts. “Fucking-fuck!” Chan moans, biting your shoulder as you dig your nails into his hip. You meet his hips, grinding back into him; just as desperate to find the high he was chasing as well.
It didn’t take long before Chan had to cover your moans so the other members of the house didn’t hear you. You shudder as you come down, Chan pulling out of you, watching you very carefully as you settle into the sheets. You look too peaceful to disturb by cleaning up right now. You could do that in the morning when you woke up. Right now, he settled beside you, propping himself up to watch you fall asleep.
Minho
Typically, Minho has no trouble getting you to bed. But tonight was different.
As usual, he’s up reading the book he was almost finished with, the light of his lamp casting a soft warm glow around the room. Usually the sound of your slow breathing would make Minho grow tired, but the lack thereof made him turn slightly to watch you. Your back to him, he can notice that you were restless. “Y/n?” Minhos soft voice murmurs. At first you don’t reply, hoping maybe you could pretend to be asleep, but he doesn’t buy it.
You feel a warm hand on your shoulder, “Baby, what’s wrong? Why aren’t you sleeping?” He pleads. You lament, “I’m just anxious.” You admit, turning to look at him as he pulls his glasses off his face. “What about?” You shrug, “I’m not sure. Just am.” You fidget as he ticks his book next to his glasses, “Do you want to talk? Maybe that will help you sleep?” You shake your head, “No.” he thinks for a moment. “Do you wanna…” he trails off, giving you a teasing smile. You giggle as he attacks your neck, nibbling and sucking as he wraps his arms around your body.
After losing your clothes, you find yourself face down in Minho’s pillows, his hand holding your head down, “Fuck!” Minho growls, snapping his hips against yours viciously. Your brain had numbed a long time ago around the third orgasm. He really was about to fuck you stupid. Not that you could process that right now. You were trying to keep your face from being smothered by the pillow.
Minho grabs a fist full of your hair, yanking you up and holding your hip with his other hand. You feel his teeth dig into the space between your shoulder blades, his chest pressing against your skin as he marks you. You let out a shrill whimper as he snakes his hand around to your front, rubbing your swollen bud aggressively. You gasp, your eyes rolling back as yet another orgasm rips through your limp body. From how Minho held you, he was close. “Baby-“ he groans one last time before stuttering to a stop.
You both pant for a while, before he slides out of you, rolling over to grab a few wipes and cleaning the mess between your thighs. He follows suit before discarding the mess in the trash. Minho rolls over and pulls you to his chest and you happily allow him to hold you there. “What’s running around that pretty head now?” He asks smuggly. You giggly dumbly and shake your head. He chuckled, “That’s what I thought.”
©️straykids-97
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#skz drabbles#skz smut#stray kids smut#skz hard hours#stray kids hard thoughts#lee minho smut#lee know hard hours#lee know smut#bang chan smut#bang chan hard thoughts#bang chan hard hours#lee know hard thoughts#anon request
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Breakfast is Ready!
@msfantasy
Yandere Hawks x Yandere Dabi x Reader
Warnings: Yandere themes, control issues, forced feeding, implied kidnapping, bondage
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You wake up to the chipper call of Hawks telling you that breakfast is on the table. Dabi groans next to you, throwing an arm over your torso, trying to fall back into a peaceful sleep.
Dissatisfied by your current circumstances, you let out a rather long groan. There’s a chain to the end of the lavish bed, Keigo’s bed. Well, is it Keigo and Dabi’s bed? The situation is still rather confusing to you. They share you, but that’s all you know.
You don’t hear footsteps until the hero is standing right above you with an apron on. His smile is so cheerful, beaming with the light of the sun. You wonder how someone so bat shit crazy could actually be this happy. Is it all a pretense? Always asking questions to keep yourself preoccupied rather than dwelling on how fucked up your life is now, you snap back to reality when you feel the cuff around your ankle open.
Massaging your sore ankle has become a habit at this point after being kidnapped living with them for a month. Keigo rubs your bed head of hair before helping you up. He shakes the villain awake, and you could laugh at how comically those cerulean eyes open up with the shock of being jolted awake.
“Come on, sleepy heads. Breakfast will get cold soon. Besides, you can’t just sleep the day away.”
“Shut up, bird brain,” Dabi yawns as he scratches his mass of black hair.
All three of you sit down at the table to enjoy a delightful breakfast. That’s what Hawks wanted anyway. You, however, are a defiant little brat according to the duo. You refuse to eat, again. Sometimes, you give in because you just simply can’t handle another punishment. Sometimes, you give in because your stomach feels like it’s beginning to eat itself. However, this time, you just want to knock the plate off the table like a cat and yell at them to go fuck themselves.
You settle for just pushing the plate away. “I’m not hungry.”
Dabi rolls his eyes. “Another fit? Really? Didn’t you just have one of these last week? Don’t you remember what happened?”
Vividly. How could you forget being tied down to the chair and poked with a flaming blue finger? “You gonna eat now?” He’d say before prodding your soft flesh. “How about now?” “This can all stop if you just eat.” “Oh, you’re crying? Does it hurt? It doesn’t seem like it hurts because you won’t eat the fucking food! What? Do you like it or something? You enjoying this? Don’t want me to stop?”
You could only take about fifteen of those before breaking down in tears and eating. The thought causes you to tense up, jaw going rigid with anger.
How could I have been so weak? Don’t think of it that way! The human body has pain limitations. You could only take so much before giving in.
“Chicken wings went through all that trouble to make breakfast for you, and you’re just gonna waste it?” Blue flames coat his hand.
“Wait a minute, Dabi,” Keigo intervenes.
Dabi’s flames suddenly go out as he looks at the pro hero.
“I think we should take a different approach this time. If she’s not going to eat willingly, then we’ll just have to show her that there are other ways of getting her to eat. Maybe, that will help her understand the picture better in the future. What do you say?”
Patchwork lips curl up in a devious smile. “I think Doll Face deserves it.”
You try to shoot out of your chair and bolt for the bedroom, but Keigo’s hand pushes you back down. You find yourself being pinned on the villain’s lap. He grabs your wrists in one large paw before throwing a leg over both of your shins. His free hand snakes around the back of your neck. You try to thrash away from his grip, to squirm with every feisty cell in your body, but he has you effectively restrained.
Keigo’s task is getting your mouth open. You have it clenched shut, thinking he won’t get past it. It comes at a surprise when he pinches your nose.
Now, you have a choice here: open your mouth or pass out. You try to hold out for the last option as hard as you can, but your lungs yearn for air. Aching terribly with each passing second, your lungs feel fit to burst.
Opening your mouth to suck in a fresh breath, Keigo sticks a fork full of eggs in your mouth. He forces your mouth shut and pinches your nose again.
“Swallow and I’ll let go,” is all he says.
Your eyes begin to water, and not just from the lack of oxygen. It’s from suddenly realizing the hold your captors have over you. Their strength is far superior to yours. They can do anything they want with you. ANYTHING. That thought scares you deeply, burning your core.
They continue to feed you until your plate is empty, until every last bite churns in your stomach uncomfortably. You’re completely exhausted from the ordeal.
“Have you learned your lesson, Little Dove?”
You nod your head. “Y-yes, M-m-masters.”
“And, what lesson is that, Doll Face?” Dabi asks.
Remembering the words from last time, you gulp with shame as you say, “No more tantrums at the table, Masters.”
#my hero acedamia#boku no hero academia#yandere#triggering themes#triggering content#keigo takami#mha keigo takami#yandere keigo#yandere keigo takami#yandere keigo x reader#mha dabi#yandere dabi#yandere dabi x reader#dabihawks#yandere x darling#yandere x reader#yandere x y/n#yandere x you
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eremika — smut headcannon #1
this is what my brain cooks up at 4:30 am!
cw: cockwarming, somnophilia. 1.1k words.
Mikasa cuddles up beside him in bed, dressed only in one of his big t-shirts and a skimpy pair of panties — just asking for it, and she knows it.
She nestles her ass against his cock and does the tiniest wiggle, enough to get him hard. Eren groans underneath his breath. What a tease.
“Baby.” He whines, slipping a hand underneath her shirt to grope her tits. “Don’t do that.”
“Do what?” In such an innocent voice, she’s almost convincing in her ignorance— almost.
But her hips don’t cease to push against his boxers, generating an unbearable degree of heat. She’s killing him — Eren’s fingers dig deeper into her sensitive flesh, his nails leaving marks.
“You know damn well what I mean.” He sucks in a quick burst of air and bites down on his lip to keep from becoming a moaning mess. Eren knows that’s exactly what she wants from this.
Mikasa looks back over her shoulder — a big, pretty smile on her face. She can she the frustration in Eren’s eyes, so desperate and big, like a scorned, sad little puppy.
“I’m just getting comfy, Eren. Don’t get fussy.”
That look from her only makes matters worse — she’s so fucking gorgeous when she’s being coy. Her pretty pouting is sending dirty, dirty images to his head — thoughts of those pouty lips wrapped around his aching cock.
His mouth finds her nape. Out of his control, Eren’s hips push forward to meet her ass. He needs something, even if Mikasa won’t give it.
“C’mon — I wanna fuck you, baby. Wanna fuck you so bad. So hard— it fuckin’ hurts.”
Mikasa refuses to relent. Instead, she yawns. Reaching back, her fingers find his hair and play with it while she giggles drowsily.
“Too sleepy, handsome boy. So tired.”
Eren works hard to stop himself from audibly groaning at a wholly-inappropriate volume. He doesn’t know how many more nights of jerking off with Mikasa fast asleep beside him he has left.
His hands wander to touch her ass, rubbing as he fixated on her panties — an annoying cockblock.
Now he’s the one pouting.
“You can go to sleep, babe. I’ll, uh— take care of myself. I’ll be quiet about it. I’m good at that.”
Mikasa yawns again — he’s so desperate it’s making her grin, even while exhausted. She adjusts her upper half back against the mattress, head sinking deep into her comfy pillow.
And even though he’s behaving like a brat, she wants to make him just a little bit happy. Mikasa gets a fanciful idea, and it leaves her amused.
“Nah, don’t bother. Wanna try something?”
Immediately, Eren perks up. Men are so easy.
“Yes, please. Anything. Anything with you.”
She hooks a finger around her panties and tugs them done, just enough for her pretty cunt to be exposed. Still grinning, Mikasa reaches for Eren — her fingertips brush against his cock through the fabric, and he has to stop himself from jerking.
“Go ahead and put it in, Eren. I’ll keep you warm, yeah? Make you feel good while you sleep.”
The words go straight to his dick. “Really?”
“Really. C’mon — so sleepy, baby. Put it in.”
Embarrassingly fast, Eren gets his cock out and pushes in so easily — and he just about cries from relief when her pussy envelopes him. His mood changes in an instant; no longer solely focused on the aching sensation in his hips, the pain controlling his frustratingly-male thought process, Eren’s affectionate side comes out.
He hugs her waist and tugs her closer.
“Thank you, Mika. Feels so good. Go— Go to sleep, okay? Goodnight. I love you so much.”
She laughs. The change is so entertaining.
“Goodnight, baby boy. I love you. Dream about me, will you? A nice, dirty dream.”
It’s a perfect plan. Mikasa falls asleep almost immediately, so tired from a long day of work. Eren shuts his eyes, keeping his hips incredibly, impossibly still. The comfort Mikasa’s cunt gives him is indescribable — the sheer warmth is enough to leave him rambling.
Or, it would be a perfect plan.
Except — Eren can’t fall asleep. She feels too good, too good to even consider sleeping.
He lays there, staring ahead at the wall — after Mikasa turned out the light, the room was plunged into darkness. Eren can’t see a thing, not even all the things he wishes he can see. He can’t see his cock sitting pretty inside her cunt — can’t see the way it disappears, her ass hiding it.
That pisses him off.
It’s not the perfect solution Mikasa imagined.
He feels like squirming. It’s too much.
Eren lasts about twenty dreadfully-long, insomnia-filled minutes before he can’t take it.
Kissing her shoulder, his hips shift. He fucks her slow, trying to keep from waking her, but just enough to grant some relief. That tender pace doesn’t last long — it’s not enough. Selfishly, Eren takes her with a greater urgency, listening to the mattress creaking underneath him.
Whether it’s the pace or his whiny moans, Mikasa doesn’t stay asleep long. Just before she stirs, she hums quietly into her pillow, and her body moves into his desperate thrusts.
She awakens smiling. “Fuck, baby.“
Eren flushes a deep, deep shade of red. Humiliated at his own perversion, he ceases his thrusts and stumbles through an apology.
“Mika! Shit, I— I’m sorry, I— I couldn’t—”
Mikasa shakes her head, giggling.
“Shhh. Why’d you stop?”
“Well, you— you were asleep.”
She looks back at him, and even in the darkness, Eren can make out the outline of her face, her eyes practically gleaming with mischief.
“Oh, please. I knew you couldn’t make it the whole night. Just needed a little nap first.”
He isn’t sure how to respond. The blush only grows, and, shamefully, his cock twitches inside her. Those giggles drive him absolutely mad.
“You— you knew?”
Mikasa hugs both arms around his neck, arching her spine to ensure she can reach back that far. She touches his hair, already getting a little sweaty from his urgency— his untamed lust.
“Of course. Now, are you gonna fuck me or not? Felt so fucking good just now. Fuck me like that again, okay? Harder, actually. Give me more.”
Her voice, still half-clinging to sleep, has a soft edge to it — Eren savors the sound, and relishes in the thought of how good her drowsy moans will sound, right in his ears, nowhere else to go.
Mikasa’s little trick has his ears tinted pink.
Renewed with confidence, Eren grips her leg and pushes it forward, opening her up. His fingers dig into her supple thigh, squeezing hard enough to leave little baby bruises in the morning.
He doesn’t cover his moans as he fucks her warm cunt — fucks it rough, just like he wants.
Just like Mikasa planned.
#eremika#eremika headcannon#headcanon#eren jaeger#eren x mikasa#mikasa ackerman#smut#eremika smut#darlingkirstein headcannons
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SOTBAW GIFT FOR @raspberrysmoon: Five Lords And A Baby
Wiggog Y’Wrath makes a decision he can’t come back from.
Humans sucked.
He knew that for certain.
Wiggog Y’Wrath had been watching the creatures for millenia, and he had seen it all.
Sure, they had their good moments!
But there was so much depravity,
violence,
degeneracy,
and the like.
He knew that the human race was doomed from the start.
And what else could he do but watch this shitshow as it went up in flames?
Well, put some gasoline on the fire, of course!
But, this tale isn’t about how Wiggly (and his brothers, on many occasions) liked to screw with humanity, no.
This has to deal with the girl he hailed as “the one good thing that those vermin had ever (and will ever) produce.”
Kai Dean- Well, Kai Drew. That’s the name she had wanted.
AUGUST 22, 2001 [9:30 PM] - UNINGTON, USA.
The Lords in Black weren’t the only all powerful beings in the multiverse.
There was other eldritch beings, other gods. They lived in their own separate domain from the Black and White, one that they titled ‘The Heavens’.
WIggly and his brothers never really cared for them.
For one, they were far too stuck up and formal. What good is power if you aren’t gonna have any fun with it?
Two, they were so insistent on not interfering in human affairs. Bo-ring! They were such interesting creatures, why simply watch when you could become the bestest of paly-wals with them?
But, they did agree:
Humans sucked.
But they had a different reason than him.
To them, humans were far too much like them.
Their forms, too similar, the tongues they spoke in rang far too familiar for their liking.
To them, humans were just a bit off.
Almost gods, but not quite.
Like Jupiter, almost a star, but never could succeed.
Failed stars.
Failed gods.
So, to them, they made good vessels.
Wiggly had heard rumors flitting about. One of the more powerful goddesses had left their domain. Became human.
He never expected them to be both right and wrong.
Kai Dean was born August 22, 2001, at 3:27 in the morning, to a mother and father who’s names now elude him. She came out quiet, to the point the doctors were worried. Then, a chuckle, then sobs. She was imaginative from day one, her little brain working overtime.
But she wasn’t a god.
At least, not the one that left.
He knew that as he stared down at the sleeping bundle in his arms.
This was supposed to be simple.
Kill the baby so she wouldn’t become a problem for him and his brothers later.
But, thanks to his form, the child started to cry. And he didn’t need her parents coming in. So he had to think quickly. He quickly fixed himself up, to look more “human” for this child. The cries, however, didn’t stop.
“Wh- I did what you wanted! Why won’t you shut up?!” Wiggly hissed at the child.
She kept crying.
He sighed. “Oh, bother…”
“It’s fine,” he whispered to himself, “you’ve been around for millennia, you’ve seen humans do this countless times, it’s simple…”
He grabbed the swaddled child out from her crib, cradling her in his arms. He bounces her, and her cries slowly quiet, morphing into sleepy babbles. He blinks.
“Well! You’re an easy little one, aren’t you?” He says, gently booping her nose.
The baby grabs his finger with a vice grip. She brings it up to her mouth, gnawing on it.
“Oh-!! Oh, no, no…that’s not for chewing, silly-billy!” He chuckles, pulling his finger away.
She whines, her big brown eyes filling with tears.
And then, he felt something he thought was impossible for him to feel:
Remorse.
He, Wiggog “Wiggly” Y’rath, THE Lord in Black, felt bad for this child.
That was confusing.
But what was even more confusing was what he did next.
“Oh! Oh, I’m sorry, little one. Here, here, you can have my finger back. I’m sorry, I’m sorry…” He cooed softly, bringing the back of his finger to her chubby little cheek and stroking it gently.
The girl giggled. His heart melted.
He didn’t want to kill her.
She was adorable.
She was his.
“So this is why humans reproduce….” He mumbled.
He looks around the nursery, seeing the carved woodblock letters on the walls. He smiles down at her, playing with a curly lock of chocolate brown hair.
“Kai, huh..? What a cute name for a cute girl.” He bounces her.
She didn’t need to die, right?
No, no. She…she could be useful.
He could…he could raise her as his own. With his brothers’ help. They’ll help her use this power to wreak havoc upon the mortals.
She doesn’t have to die, and he gets to keep her! It’s a win win! He smiles down at the bundle of joy in his arms, using a tentacle to pet her cheek.
“Well, darling, how would you like to go home with your new daddy?” He smiles at her and she giggles.
He coos. “Tickle, tickle, tickle…” She laughs.
He begins to walk back to where he came, Kai in his arms. “Hm…you need a last name. What about…Drew?” He asks, tickling her. She squeals. “Oh, yeah, you like Drew. You’re definitely a Drew.”
He turns, surveying the nursery for the last time. He looks down at her, smiling with a certain kind of love in his eyes. “Kai Drew. That’s got a nice ring to it, doesn’t it?”
AUGUST 22, 2001 [???] - BLACK AND WHITE
Pokotho and his brothers had been waiting impatiently for Wiggog’s return. He had left, declaring some wild plan, one that he hadn’t really listened to.
“I see him.” Bliklotep declared.
“Where??? And does he have food???” Nibblenephilim asked, salivating. Per usual.
“Uh…here, and maybe..?” Bliklotep motioned towards their returning brother, now semi human, a bundle cradled to his chest tightly. He smiles at his siblings.
“Hello, friendy-wends!” He grinned, holding the bundle closer. They looked at him with confusion. He waves a tentacle towards them, rubbing circles on the top of the bundle with one of his hands. Eugh.
“Do you boys mind turning a bit more…well…presentable? I have something you’ll all be interested in.” Wiggog said slyly. The others groan, knowing what this meant. Wiggog, in turn, huffs. “Don’t pout. It’s necessary. Now. Do it.”
With practically a thousand eye rolls and loud protests, his brothers end up looking similar to the vermin that was mankind. Wiggog smiles, clearing his throat.
“So, as we all know, one of those other goddesses died-”
“Nobody knew that.” “I didn’t!” “Me neither.” “What are we talking about???”
Wiggog huffs. “Well, she did. And she ‘became human’. So, in order to cause less problems in the future, I decided to…take care of our little problem. Boys,”
Wiggog brings his arms in front of him, cradling the baby in his arms. “Meet Kai.”
His brothers crowd around him, staring at the child in his arms. Pokotho is the first to speak, smiling confusedly. “I mean…it’s kinda cute-”
“I WANNA EAT IT!” Nibblenephilim interrupted with a fervor only seen in a salivating, rabid animal.
“NO!” Wiggog shouted almost instantly, pressing Kai close to his chest, startling the other lords. “We aren’t going to eat her! I said it earlier, we’re going to take care of her! Nurture her! Love her! Raise her as one of us!”
The other four blink. Pokotho is once again the first to speak. “WHAT.”
Wiggog has a stern, unamused look on his face. “You heard me.” He smiles down at the infant, petting her cheek. “We’re gonna raise her as one of us, so when the time comes, we can use her to cause chaos!” He nuzzles his cheek to hers, cooing to the sleepy bundle. “Who’s daddy’s little destroyer of universes? You are! Yes, you are!”
“Ahem.” Pokotho says, clearing his throat, unamused. T’noy Karaxis, Bliklotep, and Nibblenephilim are a different story, however, the three snorting as they try to hold into their laughter. Wiggog awkwardly clears his own throat.
“This isn’t up for debate. It’s happening.” Wiggog says with a certain finality.
Bliklotep turns to T’noy. “Woah, we’re parents now.”
T’noy blinks. “Woag.”
Nibblenephilim pops between the two, raising his hand and waving it in the air. “I WANNA BE THE MAMA!”
Pokotho sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. He heads towards his eldest brother. “Wiggog, are you sure this is a good idea?”
Wiggog blinks. “Whatever do you mean?”
Pokotho motions to the way Wiggog is holding the girl. “You seem…attached. I don’t know if-”
“It’s happening. You can’t convince me otherwise.” Wiggog says flatly.
Pokotho huffs. “Fine. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
He storms off, leaving Wiggly alone with Kai. He looks down at his child, who’s been awoken by the commotion. She yawns. He sighs and smiles, petting her cheek and cooing at her. “You won’t be any trouble, huh? Nooo, you’re just Papa’s perfect girl.”
The baby laughs. He smiles and nuzzles her cheek. “Yeah, you won’t. You’re Papa’s now. For now until forever.
Fin.
#kai drew#oc#tkwdlm#tgwdlm#the guy who didn't like musicals#the kai who didn’t like musicals#hatchetfield#kai in hatchetfield#wiggly#wiggog y'wrath#pokey#pokotho#nibblenephim#nibbly#tinky#tnoy karaxis#bliklotep#blinky#sotbaw#bro the cringy ass kai lore is my biggest opp 😭
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It’ll pass
pic by @masterwords <3
this is just something angsty based on this post <3
warnings for pining, unrequited love, thoughts of cheating and no happy ending ❤️ lmfao idk wtf is wrong with me i’m literally sorry
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“Please, don’t be her. Please, don’t be her.”
Aaron shut his eyes and repeated these words in silence as he made his way to the door. His prayers were pointless and he knew it. He knew it was you. He could tell from the knock on his door; a double tap loud enough to be heard, soft enough not to wake him up in case he was asleep.
“I knew you’d be awake,” you said when the door opened, revealing your sweet, relieved smile.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” you sighed. “But I can’t sleep. My brain won’t stop coming up with new theories about the case.”
Aaron stepped to the side, so you’d walk into his room.
He stared at you, thinking that he was now cursed, just as much as he was blessed, with the sight of you in your pajamas. Soft, sleepy, warm…If only he could just wrap you up in his embrace, take you to bed, kiss your forehead, and melt all those troubling thoughts of yours away.
“I figured you’d understand,” you added, softly.
“I do,” he admitted.
“Can I sit?”
‘No. Please, leave,’ he wanted, desperately, to say. “Of course.”
You smiled at his words, settling on the small couch next to his bed. You took off those cheap hotel slippers you were wearing, revealing a funny pair of socks. “Birthday gift from Reid,” you said, defending yourself before Aaron even had the chance to comment on them.
“I didn’t say anything,” he chuckled. He hated that you had already managed to make him laugh.
“You thought it,” you argued.
You took one of the couch cushions in your arms, holding it like a teddy bear, and made yourself comfortable, as he sat on the side of the bed that was facing you.
You always seemed comfortable around him, and that was a fact that made him both happy and sad.
Why would he hate the fact that the woman he was madly in love with was comfortable around him? Because being comfortable in his presence meant that there were no unspoken feelings towards him from your side. Nothing complicated keeping you from being yourself. You were just visiting a colleague; a friend. But Aaron was far from comfortable. His palms were growing sweaty as his fingers played with his wedding band; a small way to remind himself of the vows he had taken and why it would be a terrible idea to kiss you breathless right now.
His eyes dropped to your lips; a little pouty but soft as ever. You always went to bed wearing some coconut lip balm. He knew that, because he had once heard you talking to Garcia about it. “It’s the one thing I never forget to do before I go to sleep,” you had announced, proud of your little beauty secret. “No matter how tired I am.”
He always paid attention to the things you said about yourself; always keeping note of the little details about you that he’d never have the chance to learn in any other way. He would never be the one laying in bed next to you to see you swipe the pad of your ring finger across your lips.
He’d never get to know you more than a boss would know his subordinate.
“This case is affecting you too, isn’t it?” your soft voice, snapped him out of his thoughts.
You had translated his silence wrong and he was grateful for it.
“I just want it to be over,” he said.
“So do I....I don’t want anyone else to get hurt. It’s been a while since we saw murders this brutal.” You made a face, and Aaron could tell that images of the crimes flashed in your mind just like they did in his.
“We’ll catch him. We always do,” he said in an attempt to reassure you.
“I know…”
He couldn’t help it. Before he had the chance to talk himself out of it, he stood up and made his way to the couch, sitting next to you. Your thigh touched his, and the feeling of this simple contact alone took his breath away.
His hand covered yours, and you stared at it with a smile, before raising your head to offer that beautiful smile to him.
“We’ll be okay,” he said.
You nodded. “I knew it was a good idea to come here.”
His eyes softened at your words. That’s all he wanted. To make everything better for you.
Maybe it was all in his head, but he sensed some kind of tension as you looked into each other’s eyes. Maybe you wanted to kiss him as bad as he did. Maybe you had the same fantasy that Aaron did, of him throwing you on his bed, opening your legs and getting lost inside you.
But you broke the spell, pulling your hand away from his grip. “You always have this…” you paused, giving some thought to your next words “…this confidence. Or…I don’t know how to explain it. You’re Hotch. And when you tell us we’ll catch the bad guy, I believe you.”
He looked at you with a confused smile. Perhaps he didn’t fully get what you were saying, but he knew your words were flattering.
“What I’m trying to say is that you’re a good boss,” you explained. “And we’re lucky to have you.”
“That means a lot,” he answered.
You grinned; proud that your words were important to him.
“Well…I shouldn’t keep our favorite boss man up for much longer,” you said, getting up, giggling at the implications of your innocent sentence.
It didn’t mean anything to you.
Aaron walked towards the door, making sure to open it for you like a true gentleman.
“Good night,” he said.
“Good night,” you said before turning around to leave. “And thanks for having me.”
You had only taken one step, when he called out your name. Your eyes locked with his as you stood there, waiting for what he had to say.
“Please, don’t come to my room again.”
You froze. He saw the embarrassment in your eyes, the concern that you had somehow crossed a line you shouldn’t have or made him uncomfortable.
He was quick to take those worries away.
“I mean that…with the greatest of compliments.”
The realization hit just a second after Aaron had fallen silent. You nodded your head, without looking at him anymore, and a moment later you were out of his sight.
“It’ll pass,” he whispered to himself.
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Sleepiness
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- Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
- Summary: After Al admits how hard the sleepless nights are, Ed takes it upon himself to keep him company. But that proves a rather difficult task
- No warnings apply
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It’s quiet in the room. Peaceful. Treacherous.
Ed glares at the page before him, purposefully ignoring the way that the words blur and smear. Usually, he would welcome the unusual calm. But not tonight. Tonight he can’t fall prey to the way it soothes his soul, or blankets him like a plush comforter, or makes the world a bit softer, a bit more distant in a pleasant sort of way…
A yawn pushes past his stubbornly closed lips, bringing tears to his eyes.
“It’s late, brother,” Al says, softly, as though reluctant to break the stillness. “Shouldn’t you get to sleep?”
Another yawn follows the first, this one so wide Ed has no choice but to let it out. His eyes slip closed and beg to remain that way. He wrenches them back open.
“I’m not going to sleep tonight.”
Al cocks his head. “But why not? You need your rest.”
Ed shrugs and the movement seems as difficult as moving a mountain. Stupid body, betraying him in such a way.
“You said the nights are the worst, right?” He gives his brother a small grin. “Well, I don’t want you to have to spend them alone anymore. I’m gonna stay up with you.”
Al blinks, then sets down his book. He holds up his hands as if in surrender. “You don’t have to! Even if you sleep I won’t be alone. Not really.”
That’s a lie if he ever saw one. But Ed decides not to call him on it…directly, at least.
“Yeah, well, company is always better when they’re conscious. Besides, I’ve pulled all-nighters before, haven’t I? I’ll be fine.”
He looks at Al. Al looks back. Doubt radiates off of him in waves.
Instantly, a glare sours Ed’s expression. He shoves a finger in Al’s direction. “Hey! You’re doubting me aren’t you? Aren’t you?”
“No, no! It’s just…” Al shifts, nervously. “You barely ever make it through all-nighters. You sleep…a lot.”
“I do not!” Ed pushes himself up off the couch, hands on his hips. “Look, I’m gonna stay up with you all night, okay? Whether you like it or not.”
“Okay,” Al acquiesces. “But don’t worry if you fall asleep.”
Ed snatches up a blanket and flops down beside his brother, reclining on his armor. “I won’t.”
That promise proves rather difficult to keep. The hands of the clock crawl across the face, moving from eleven to eleven-thirty to twelve. And with every passing moment Ed’s eyelids grow heavier.
His book has long since stopped making sense. Logical thought seems impossible anymore. Thoughts bounce dazedly around his brain – of warm beds and soft sheets and nights where he can rest undisturbed.
His eyes droop and slide shut.
“Brother?”
He jolts out of the near-sleep he had fallen into, bringing a hand roughly across his eyes.
“I’m awake!”
Al moves to put an arm around him and Ed slumps into the half-hug, ignoring the way the armor pokes.
“I am grateful for you trying,” Al says, softly. The words drift by like aimless fish and Ed has to snatch at them to try and make them make sense. “You need your sleep, though, to keep up your strength. Just think! When we get our bodies back I can sleep as much as I want! But until then, why don’t you sleep for both of us?”
“It doesn’t work that way,” Ed mumbles, grouchily. But he has to admit the idea does sound rather nice.
Sleeping for two people means getting even more sleep, right?
His eyes slip closed once more, body growing immeasurably heavy. If he tried to get up right now, he doesn’t think that he could manage it.
“I’m still gonna try,” he says, words slurred by incoming slumber and the way his cheek is pressed against a rather sharp plate of armor. “Don’t want you to be…”
“I’m not alone,” Al says, as he trails off, grasping for the thoughts that dart mischievously out of his reach. “You’re here with me, aren’t you?”
A slightly loopy smile lifts Ed’s lips. “Guess so.”
“So, go to sleep.”
Ed shifts, rearranging so that he is a bit more comfortable. It’s a little difficult given his armored pillow. But he’ll make do. He is nearly gone, anyway, book fallen from his hand, eyes closed, body limp. He is falling headlong into the embrace of sleep. This is a battle he can’t win.
Damn it.
He had really wanted to.
Someday, though, someday soon he will win the war. Al will have his body back and he will be able to sleep all he wants. Ed will make sure of that.
(And he’ll be able to eat too, and feel the wind and rain and sun, and the coarse prickles of grass beneath his feet, the unyielding firmness of pressed earth. And when Ed hugs him or curls up beside him, instead of the hollow ring of empty armor…he will be able to hear a heartbeat.)
He sighs. Yes, someday soon.
For now, however, for now…he guesses he is forced to surrender. Just this once.
“Fine. But don’t go ordering your big brother around,” he gripes. But there is no heat in it. Only the thickness of near-sleep.
Al only chuckles and holds him a bit closer. “Good night, brother.”
“...and thank you.”
#a wild fluff fic appears#your regularly scheduled whump is on its way don't worry#but this idea took ahold of me and wouldn't let go#so here we are#couldn't come up with a good title for it though#so i just slapped one on there for the sake of having one lol#story of my life#titles hate me XD#fma#fmab#trin writes#ficlet#fluff#edward elric#alphonse elric
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dozy | marcurio x reader
Someone nudges your shoulder. "Hey."
You jolt awake, and lift your head. After a few blinks, the blurriness in your eyes fades, and the familiar sight of the Arcaneum comes into focus. You look from the towering bookshelves, to the empty tables, then to the source of the voice in front of you.
Marcurio is frowning down at you, but there's a twinkle in his eyes. "Did you really fall asleep reading again?" He asks.
You merely blink at him once more, then look down. Sure enough, there are several books sprawled across the table you'd been slumped over on. Looks like you were in the middle of the 3rd volume of The Real Barenziah when you’d nodded off.
"Um..." Your voice is still tinged with grogginess. "N-No. I was... imagining the story."
Marcurio snickers. "And you snore while doing that?"
Your eyes widen. "... I was snoring?"
He doesn't answer, instead he pulls out the chair across from you and plops down in it. He begins to skim through the books on your table. "Let me get a good look at these. They must be terribly boring to knock you out like that."
You glance up at him. He doesn’t look tired like you. His eyes are warm and alert, and aside from a few stray strands, his hair is still neatly gathered at the base of his neck.
You ponder telling him the truth. The books aren't at fault - the previous sleepless nights are. Days upon days of tossing and turning were finally getting to you and you came down to the Arcaneum to lose yourself in some stories in hopes it would relax you a little. Perhaps it did , enough to finally get you to doze off, at least.
You swallow down the words and look around once more at the empty, quiet library. "What.. time is it?" It was a little after mid-day when you came down here earlier.
"Late. Very late." Marcurio sets down the last book and pulls them into a neat pile. "I overheard Urag complaining to Phinis about you and thought I should come check on you before he summons those atronachs he's always threatening us with."
You wince. "That would have been bad." When he chuckles, you look up at him and your eyes lock onto his. The nearby candlelight makes his brown eyes seem almost golden. "If it's as late as you say, why were you up?"
You can see him struggling to hide his smile as he holds your gaze defensively. "Studying, actually. Colette lent me some interesting Restoration tomes. Thought I'd read up on them before I start practicing tomorrow."
You don't hide your smile like he does. It warms your heart to hear that Marcurio is fitting in well here. He was your companion long before you stumbled across the College, and with all the things that have happened since you arrived, a part of you is surprised he hasn't left your service already. But his love for magic - and a little love for you, you hope - keeps him around, thankfully.
"Restoration, hm?" You fold your arms onto the table and rest your chin on them, looking up at him. "What spells, exactly?”
He opens his mouth, but then shuts it quickly and scowls at you. If there wasn’t a slight hint of amusement in those narrowed eyes, he would look almost menacing. "When I said late, I meant late. I'm not going to talk magic with you when you should be sleeping."
"I was sleeping."
"In your own bed, you idiot."
You stifle a snort. Your eyes drift close and you let out a dramatic sigh. "My bed is too far."
"It's... It's just up the stairs..."
"Exactly. Stairs. Ugh." You slouch further down onto the table. "I'm rather comfortable here."
Marcurio scoffs. "You won't be so comfortable when Urag's atronachs do come for you." You hear the scrape of his chair moving as he stands, then his voice is drifting to your side. "Come on, get up."
You merely grunt in disagreement. Your eyes are still closed. You can already feel the sleepiness coming back to you, making your brain fuzzy.
Marcurio gives your shoulder another nudge. "Hey, seriously. Am I going to have to carry you?"
"Yes." You say without any hesitation.
"Wha - no. I was joking."
"I am not."
Even though your eyes are closed, you can practically picture his brow furrowing. That adorable pout he does when he disapproves of something you ask - which is a lot of the time, actually.
"And here I thought my days as your pack mule were over!" He huffs.
You smile. He sounds further away than he actually is - the drowsiness continues to creep its way in.
"You're seriously going to stay here and let those atronachs get you?" Marcurio asks.
"Mhm."
He sighs. A long, heavy, exasperated sigh. "You are insufferable at times, Dragonborn."
Then, you feel his hand at your back. He grabs the material of your robes and gently pulls you back until you're no longer slouching forward. You open your heavy eyes and prepare to groan out another complaint to him.
His other hand moves down, until it's sliding beneath your knees."Come on, then," he mutters, with surprising tenderness to it.
The brief shock only lasts a second before you lift your legs so his arm can properly hook under them. With a grunt of effort, he hoists you up and off the chair. He pulls you close against his chest as he starts to walk across the library. The jostling movement prompts you to sling your arms around his neck for better support.
Warmth is the first thing you notice. Not just the warmth coming off of him as he holds you, but the warm, buzzing feeling that blossoms deep within your chest. You smile to yourself, eyes still closed.
Marcurio carries you out of the library and heads for the stairs. He's mumbling something breathlessly during the ascent - it sounds like "don't make this a habit".
Eventually, the stairs end, and he's pushing the large wooden doors open with his shoulder. He carries you into the Arch-Mage's quarters - your quarters, you remind yourself. You crack open your eyes just enough to watch the surroundings of the room move past as he carries you to the back, where your bed resides.
"Okay," he pants as he reaches the bed. He lowers you down, and the mattress sinks beneath you as you're set down upon it. "Here we are. Wooh - you're almost as heavy as dragon bones."
He says it lightly, an attempt at a joke. But you hardly hear it. You're too caught up realizing how cold it suddenly feels again now that he's let you go. You feel your heart constricting within your chest.
"Alright. I'm going to go and get some sleep. I highly suggest you do the same," he says as he starts to step away from your bed.
Your hand flies out and catches on the sleeve of his robe. "Wait."
Marcurio stops, turning back around. His eyes dart from your hand to your face. His puzzled expression meets your wide-eyed, nervous one.
You want to tell him the truth, that you can't sleep in this bed or this room because even though it's been days, Savos Aren's presence still lingers, and with it, the responsibilities of your new title. You can't get comfortable enough to sleep with all these unfamiliar items and tasks hovering around, knowing they belonged to the previous Arch Mage only days prior. You can't seem to settle in - not yet, not now.
But once again, the words catch in your throat. All you can muster out is a hushed, "Will you stay?"
You watch as Marcurio's brow knits from confusion to concern. His face softens, his eyes washing over with understanding as he looks back at you. He nods, a small but sincere gesture.
Relief floods in. You hadn't even noticed your heart had picked up speed until just now when it finally started to slow back down.
You scoot back as Marcurio settles down onto the other side of the bed. He's in more of a sitting position than a laying down one, with his back propped up against the headboard. He doesn't get under the covers, and neither do you. You don't want the warmth of them, anyway, but of him.
You scoot back forward until you're leaning into him. Almost immediately, his arms come around you, and just like before, they envelope you in his warmth. You cling to him, head resting on his chest, and close your eyes. You hear his heartbeat beneath your ear, steady and calming.
It only takes a few moments for the exhaustion to seep back into your body. But now, instead of feeling the haunting presence of the previous Arch Mage, you feel a cozy heat, and instead of the eerie silence, you hear rhythmic heart thrums and breathing. For the first night in days, you feel content - content enough to drift off.
Marcurio's hand sweeps gently up and down your back, and his grumble is close along your ear. "Of course I'll stay. But you have to carry me back down in the morning."
You're much too tired to laugh, but you do crack one last smile before you finally slip into sleep.
#my favorite sassy mage boi#i tried to write something purely cozy and cute yet some angst still slipped through whooops#i still hope you guys like this though#if you don't you should totally tell me what's wrong with it so ya girl can improve#thank you for any reading/likes/reblogs/feedback!#skyrim#elder scrolls skyrim#elder scrolls#tes#tesv#dovahkiin#dragonborn#marcurio#marcurio skyrim#marcurio x reader#x reader#reader insert#gender neutral reader#fanfic#college of winterhold
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Imagine drinking moonshine with Forrest and (unintentionally) becoming tipsy.
TH Masterlist
- It’s no surprise Forrest knows how to hold his liquor. However, when he gets drunk, he gets absolutely ossified.
- But tonight he drinks even less than he usually does.
- Because he doesn’t want you to hurt yourself.
- He’d seen you leave the office earlier. He just came up the stairs as you left through the front door. You held it open for him, but he didn’t walk on as he usually does when it’s someone else.
- “Where you goin’?”
- “Home. I…,” you breath tapered and you swallowed hard to conceal your hurt as best as possible, “I didn’t make it. We terminated my contract and I’ve handed over my stuff.”
- His eyes flitted across your face, frantically looking for a lie that wasn’t there.
- You mustered your kindest smile. “Goodbye, Forrest.”
- You made to move past him, but he grabbed your arm like he did the night he dropped you off at the central station for the first time.
- You gave him a quizzical look.
- “Can we… during my break… coffee? You. Me.” His breath hitched and he grabbed you a little tighter. “Have a drink? After work?”
- He bit his lip and looked at you through his lashes, blue eyes luminous but shut away behind a thick wall of timidity. “At my place?”
- Knowing him enough to be certain he harbours no ill intentions towards you, you agreed.
- So here you are, seated on a worn leather couch in his apartment. The interior mixes modern luxury with rustic cabin vibes. Various wood tones are worked into decorations and bigger furniture pieces like the coffee table in front of the hearth, one of Forrest’s old weekend projects.
- The scent of cedar mixed with black tea, raspberries, and sandalwood hangs in the air while you two sit in front of the fire. In your hands, you hold the latest invention of the Bondurant brothers; pumpkin spice moonshine.
- If it isn’t the strong alcohol percentage that makes you choke, it’s the very strong presence of cinnamon. All the same, it makes for an easy drink.
- Being a lightweight, one glass is already enough to make you feel lightheaded. But one glass follows another and after the third you’re heavily leaning on the burly bear of a man next to you.
- In the meanwhile, there’s little conversation. In part because you share the language of silence, comfortable with one another without the need for words. But it’s also due to Forrest not knowing what else to talk about and not wanting to pry into what happened earlier that morning.
- Nonetheless, although he won’t admit it outright or even to himself, he’s glad you’re no longer colleagues for a very shallow reason.
- You’re no longer off-limits.
- He hates himself for using your state to push his own agenda a little bit, but he weaves his fingers through yours. You blink in surprise, but hum and snuggle up into him further while looking at your hands.
- “Can’t let you go home in this state.”
- “But I can’t stay here. I don’t wanna…” you frown, at a loss for words. It seems your brain has lost the battle war with the booze in your veins, rendering you unable to form a single coherent sentence. Doesn’t help his body is really warm and his mere presence offers the type of comfort you’ve been needing all day. “You know.”
- And he does, because he doesn’t need words to form a crystal clear explanation. “You won’t be. You sleep in my bed and I’ll sleep here.”
- “Grumpy wolf.” You chuckle at yourself. “Curled up by the fire.”
- The thought that passes through his mind at that moment?
- I’d rather be curled up next to you.
- “C’mon, time for bed.”
- “I’m not sleepy,” you protest, clutching his arm. “Stay here. At least for a little while longer.”
- He groans and then lets out a deep sigh through his nose as a smile slowly spreads on his lips. “You’re starting to talk nonsense. I’ll see if I have a toothbrush lying around too.”
- Gently he frees himself from your grip to prep his bedroom and find you your own toothbrush as well as pyjamas. He catches himself standing in front of his closet, smiling at the shirt and cardigan in his hands.
- Dreaming of how you’d look in them.
- Like you’re his.
- Woken up next to him.
- Back in the living room, he sees you’ve fallen asleep. You’ve toppled over and are basically sprawled over the couch.
- He grumbles about how you just had to fall asleep in the worst possible posture. Forrest picks you up and immediately stops his grumpy rambling when you curl up into his chest, humming contently.
- But it’s not only that which makes his heart stop.
- It’s also the prospect of having to dress you in the pyjamas he’s prepared for you. Now, of course he could put you to bed dressed as you are, but he wants you to be as comfortable as possible. And wearing jeans to bed is anything but that.
- He’s glad you’re sound asleep because you won’t be able to see how red he is while carefully manoeuvring you out of your clothes and into his shirt and cardigan. All the while, he makes sure not to touch you inappropriately, being wary about where his fingers touch you.
- He remains seated on the edge of the bed for a moment after he’s tucked you in. On the one hand, he’s overjoyed you’re with him, in his bed, safe and sound. On the other, he feels guilty since it’s because you lost your job you’re here.
- He runs a hand through your hair before he gets ready for a night on the couch.
- Come morn, you wake up to a glass of water with painkillers next to it as well as a wee note stating: “In case you need it”.
- You smile, take a painkiller, drink the water, and look down at your pyjamas. Had it been anyone else, you would have dreaded the thought at likely having been touched inappropriately. However, when it comes to Forrest, you don’t need that type of reassurance. Instinctively you know he respected you even in your unconscious state.
- In the kitchen, Forrest is busy making pancakes. The table has already been set. A pot of steaming coffee, yogurt with fresh fruits, a big mason jar filled with orange juice, and a reed basket with croissants and pains aux chocolates line the middle of the table.
- “Sleep well?” Forrest asks, briefly looking away from the pan. He’s clad in loose grey sweatpants, a matching cardigan, and a dark blue shirt portraying a dog snout. On his nose balances a pair of thick black glasses.
- “I did.” You stretch and bite your lip, only now aware of the trouble you caused last night. “Thanks for letting me stay. You didn’t have to.”
- “‘Course I did. It would’ve been irresponsible to let you go home when you’re not steady on your feet.” He gestures at the table with his spatula. “Sit. Eat.”
- “You had to sleep on the couch, though,” you mumble as you settle on the chair facing the kitchen. It’s not a bad view to wake up to, messy brown locks and broad shoulders working hard to put proper grub on the table.
- He puts a plate stacked with fluffy pancakes between the mason jar with orange juice and pot of coffee. “Dig in.”
- “Forrest?”
- “Hm?” He looks at you over the rim of his coffee cup. Normally he reads the paper during breakfast, but he gladly makes an exception for his secret favourite person.
- His secret girl.
- “Next time, sleep next to me. I was cold.”
- He almost spits out his coffee and quickly grabs the newspaper to hide his beet red face behind. Under his breath, though still crystal clear, he mumbles: “Next time.”
- And all the times to come.
Let’s end with the wee treasure I found;
Imagine doing this with him after some rounds of very steamy (and very passionate) sex🥰🤤
I went off with this one, but I have so many feels and Forrest is simply still one of my faves to write😅🥰
Tag list: @buttercup32sstuff @hecatemoon87 @potter-solomons @liliac-dreamer @vir-tual @alikaheroes @ilovemanypeople @zablife
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Hiya puppything<3
I could just DM you this shit but I think it’s far more fun to continue sending asks.
Thinking about us laying together, spooning maybe? You’re only in a shirt and a pretty collar that I don’t let you take off. You’re so so so sleepy and you’ve already been used today, but god your ass pressed against me like that would make me crave your holes so damn bad I’ve just got to fuck you one more time, sliding my hand up your leg to hold your waist under your shirt and gripping you tightly against me so you can’t move (not that you would anyway, I know how desperate you are to get used). God and I’d just slip my cock into your already wet cunt and fuck you nice and slow and deep. Maybe you’d start to squirm and whimper so I’d get to push you onto your tummy and lay ontop of you as I get ready to fill you up just one more time today (I won’t stop until you’re dumb and drooling and full of cum).
-⚜️
I love getting asks from you :)
Fuck that sounds so😵💫 The idea of the collar omg you making me just casually wear at all times to remind me that I’m owned, and only wearing a shirt for easy access you can shove your hands underneath it whenever you want touch any part of me. You’re right I’d never get away, partially cause I just wanna be a good boy but also cause I’m just too desperate to get fucked and used and treated like a dumb puppy. Need to get fucked till my brain shuts down and I’m full of cum fuck.
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Here’s a lil part two to my latest fic! This is kind of a platonic Loui/Mass hurt/comfort fic (this ain’t a ship, but if you would like to see it as a ship then that’s fine:])
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Where the fic left off: New York had teleported to his room with Massachusetts to get him to calm down from a panic attack and after Mass calmed down they both ended up falling asleep (sleep being something they both needed desperately).
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Around 8pm:
Massachusetts woke up kind of abruptly. He shot up from where he was laying and looked around, slightly panicked seeing as he had no idea where he was, but quickly calmed down when he realized that he was in New York’s room. He looked down to his right and couldn’t help the small fond smile that appeared on his face. York was curled up in a little ball with his arms wrapped around his body almost as if were supposed to be protecting him from something with the most peaceful expression Mass had ever seen. He tried to get out of bed as quietly and carefully as he could, but unfortunately he heard a small tired groan behind him.
"…What’re ya…*yawn*…doin’….?" A very sleepy York asked.
"Shh…go back to sleep ya dork. Ya need it." Mass said, turning around slightly to take off York’s beanie and run a hand through his hair. He smirked fondly when the younger leaned into the touch and sighed contentedly. Once York was asleep again, Mass got out of the bed and walked out of York’s room, making sure to turn the light off on his way out. He now had two objectives. 1, find Loui, and 2, apologize to him for throwing a glass vase at his head (even tho it technically wasn’t him who did it, he still felt hella guilty for some reason).
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When he got to the Southern Floor of the statehouse:
Once he got downstairs he went to go locate Florida, cuz wherever Florida was, Louisiana would be. He looked around till he located Florida in the kitchen with Texas, but no Loui. He walked over to where the two southern states were to go see if they knew where Loui was, ignoring any stares he felt like he was getting from the other southern states. "H-hey guys." He said, silently cursing himself for stuttering. He half expected to be yelled at, so he was secretly relieved when the two taller states gave him a friendly smile.
"Hey Mass! How ya doin’ partner? Ya didn’t look like you were doin’ too well earlier." Tex said, seemingly being overly friendly, but there was (as much as Tex would hate admit it) a hint of concern in his eyes.
"Hey Masshole~ How ya doin’ buddy~" Florida said kinda joking, but there was a bit of seriousness in his voice for once.
"O-oh t-that. Um- yea I’m fine I guess. What I came down here was to…" he started then stopped, debating whether or not he should state his reason out loud for fear of being viewed as weak for caring about somebody, him being the cold-hearted NE state he is.
"Well..?" Tex said, raising an eyebrow awaiting an answer.
"Aww is Masshole a lil shy~?" Florida said teasingly, grinning at the slight blush that took over Mass’s face and chuckled a bit.
"S-shut tf up-" Mass said, starting to rethink all his life choices that brought him here.
"Aww are you saying that cuz I’m ri- OW! Wth Tex?!" Florida started, but quickly got cut off when Texas smacked him in the back of the head.
"Stfu Florida. *sigh* What is it Mass? You can say it, we don’t bite, we ain’t gonna judge ya. Well- I won’t. Maybe. Can’t say the same fer Gator-for-brains tho." Tex said with a smile, sorta flexing his sharp fangs.
Mass just sighed and decided to get it over with. "I came here to ask if Loui was alright, and where is he? Y’know, cuz I through a f(speaks Boston)in’ vase at him…" he said. He flinched when Tex raised his hand slightly and squeezed his eyes shut, bracing for a hit. When he didn’t feel something hit him, but instead a firm-yet-gentle hand on his shoulder, he opened his eyes and felt the tension in the room disappear, and saw Texas staring at him slightly confused.
"Atta boy. Now was that so hard?~" Tex said with a teasing smirk and chuckle. He was kinda confused as to why the shorter flinched so hard, but decided to not linger on it.
"I-I guess not…"
"We ain’t mad at ya fer earlier y’know. We know it wasn’t you that was in control." Texas said, now sorta understanding why anxiety was practically radiating off the smaller.
"H-how didja kno-"
"Jersey and Connie (Connecticut) explained to us what was happening." Tex said.
"O-ok then. Well where’s Lou and is he okay? I was kinda expecting him to be with Citrus-b*tch over here, but I see he ain’t." Mass said.
"Well, he’s ok now. He passed out earlier so I had to carry the kid to his room, but I got his head all bandaged up and I think he woke up bout’ half an hour ago. I thought I saw him go outside even tho I told him he should probably be resting, but I ain’t necessarily sure." Tex explained.
"Mk. Thanks I guess.." Mass responded and walked away.
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Outside:
It was honestly a pretty peaceful lovely night when Massachusetts walked outside into the backyard. It was kinda chilly, but not uncomfortably chilly for him. For Loui it might be a different story, but Loui tended to not care about his own wellbeing, so it ain’t like he wouldn’t be out here. Mass reached into his back pocket and pulled out his phone so he could use its flashlight to find Loui, but turns out he really didn’t have to.
In the slight distance he could see someone hanging from one of the branches of the giant tree that was in the backyard and the slight glow of a phone screen. Mass jogged over to the tree, and sure enough, Louisiana was there, seemingly lost in his own little world. Loui had some bandages wrapped around his head, some of them seemingly lost in his fluffy a$$ hair, and his back was turned away from Mass, which gave the older a slightly evil/funny idea.
Mass slowly walked up behind Loui and waited for the perfect opportunity to use one hand to cover Loui’s eyes and the other to grab one of his sides and shout "BOO!"
Ofc, Loui gave a small shriek and flinched hard enough that he nearly fell out of the tree (not that Mass would’ve let that happen while he was there-). "Flohoridaha?! (Florida?!)" The younger shouted with a laugh. He grinned as whoever scared the living hell out of him walked around to get in front of him.
"Naw. Try again, ya goofball." Mass said with a teasy smirk. He uncovered Lou’s eyes, letting the poor thing see who it was that had grabbed him.
"Mass!" The Pelican State said with a smile. ‘Ok so he doesn’t seem scared of me right now…. That’s a good sign.’ Mass thought.
"Yup. It’s me."
"Are ya ok, sha? You were actin’ kinda strange during the meetin’…" Loui said, sounding a bit concerned for his friend (he’s so pure help-).
"A-actually that’s what I came to ask yous. I also came to apologize for earlier…" The Bay State answered.
"Fo’ what sha?" Loui said with a confused expression.
"Y’know.. For throwin’ a glass vase at yer head…?" Mass said, guilt quite evident in his voice.
"Mais sha, I know dat wasn’t you."
"W-what?"
"I could already tell dat ya weren’t in control, but Tex explained to me what exactly happened afta I woke up. No need ta apologize sha." Loui said with that smile that could light up even the darkest of rooms.
"B-but-" Mass started but quickly shut his mouth when he heard Loui’s stern tone.
"Massachusetts."
"Y-yes?" Mass said, silently cursing himself for stuttering. But honestly, who could blame him? Louisiana was almost NEVER serious, so whenever he did decide to be serious, it was kinda scary tbh. Even Alaska knows to fear him and Alaska seemingly fears nothing-
"*sigh* It wasn’t yer fault sha. It was that satanic village’s fault, not yours. Pls don’t beat yerself up over it. Aside from a headache and some dizziness, I’m fine, sha." The younger of the two said with a comforting smile, trying to quell the slight fear that he caused in his friend.
"Are ya sure?" The Bay State said, trying desperately to not seem anxious due to his reputation for being a cold-hearted NE state, but failing miserably.
"Mhm!"
"If yous say so I guess… Also speaking of Texas, he said that he told yous that ya weren’t supposed to be outside right now and that he also said that yous should be restin’." Mass said, smirking when some blend of a guilty/fearful expression and nervous smile appeared on the Pelican State’s face. Mass felt his phone buzz in his back pocket and opened his messages to respond.
(Texting)
TX: I see ya found im’. I’m right behind im’ in the shadows. Omw.
MA: Mk.
Loui rubbed the back of his neck and let out a small nervous giggle. "Haha yea bout’ dat… Ya ain’t gonna tell im’ right sha?"
Mass could now clearly see Texas behind Lou with his hands out ready to scare the living hell outta the poor thing and chuckled. "Oh you poor, poor, soul…."
"He already knows :)." Louisiana let out a shriek when two hands wrapped themselves around his waist, unfortunately making him fall off of the branch he was hanging from.
He braced himself, ready to hit the ground, but was surprised when he didn’t feel the wave of pain from falling from 12 feet in the air (based on experience, this does NOT feel good 😭👍). Instead, he felt two strong arms holding him up. His opened his eyes and looked up at Texas, who had been the one to catch him. "Hehe… Hi…?"
"Hey there half-pint. What’re ya doin’ out here huh? I thought I told you to go rest after receivin’ a vase to yer head." Tex said with a kind of motherly-scolding tone to his voice while Mass was dying in the background.
Loui went silent for a few seconds before saying "See wha’ happened was-"
"Ha- Ion wanna hear that sh*t. Yer goin’ to bed for once whether ya like it or not." Texas said, which kinda left the smaller confused till he saw Tex pull out his phone and dial Georgia’s number. He started struggling in the taller’s arms, nearly making him drop him.
Tex smirked as he used one hand to readjust the squirmy-worm in his arms and the other to hold his phone up to his ear.
Georgia: "Hello?"
Tex: "Howdy Geo. Out of curiosity, do ya wan’ a cuddle buddy?" *insert Loui’s screams of protest in the background*
Geo, now kind of aware of what’s happening: "Oh dear… Who ain’t sleepin’ this time?"
Tex: "I think ya can tell by the screams of bloody murder who it is. So is that a yay or a nay?"
Geo: "*wheeze* I mean… I definitely ain’t opposed to it…"
Tex: "Aight I’ll be there in a sec."
Texas hung up and got ready to teleport.
"MASS HELP- *small shriek*" Loui cried out as Texas bounced him into one arm so he could snap his fingers.
"Sorry Lou, rest in peace." Mass said, still laughing his a$$ off.
"YA F(speaks New Orleans)IN’ TRAI-" Loui started but got cut off when Tex snapped his fingers and teleported them both away.
Mass sighed as he walked back over to the house. Today was… interesting, to say the least. At least everyone was alright besides some minor/kinda severe injuries. And at least Loui was gonna get some sleep for once in lord knows how long :)
#welcome to the statehouse#wttt massachusetts#welcome to the table#wttt new york#wttt louisiana#wttt texas#wttt florida#ben brainard#fml#imma go cry now#and rethink my life choices#my mama must be so dang proud of me-#probably not#would love to see it tho
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robin buckley relationship and intimacy hcs
wordcount: 700
warnings: yearning, fluff, nsfw content, robin is really down bad for you, she's a switch but this is more about top!robin
a/n: JUST FINISHED ST4!!!!!!!! HOLY FUCKING SHIT!!!!!!!!
also robin being a bottom will be coming soon so will all of us
tags: @yesv01 @hopefullhearts @littlewinter1917 @thatawkwardlittlefangirl @Sad-brunnettee
As with all nsfw works all characters are age up to 18+!!
THAT BEING SAID
HOLY SHIT LET’S GET INTO IT
Ty for requesting this bc I’ve been wanting to write it forever
As we’ve previously established, Robin Buckley is an AMAZING girlfriend
She’s definitely a switch
But like
A top leaning switch
Bc first of all
She hasn’t really had a girlfriend before
So once you had even started flirting with her
Useless Lesbian Mode activated
And then when you start dating, any time you instigate kisses or cuddles or any kind of intimacy
She just short circuits
You could take advantage of this and top her
But you have to act fast and keep her really flustered
Bc in a few seconds everything catches up to her
And she is so filled with love and yearning and desire for you
The only way it manifests is by her topping the shit out of you
Remember how I was like “yeah making out with robin ends one of two ways this is the sfw cute cuddly ending”
Yeah
The other nsfw really hot ending is right here
And it’s robin going down on you until you cum at least a dozen times
The first time she made you cum??????
Oh my god
It did something to her
It unlocked a part of her brain
And now she is not satisfied until you’re both exhausted, dehydrated, and entirely out of orgasms
She is so, so into you
She can last for hours
A quickie by your standards is what most people would consider a normal session
And yeah she can make you cum crazy fast
She can have you writhing and clenching around her and pulling her hair in minutes
But by that point
She really can’t keep her hands off of you
Literally
You’re so pretty and you like her so much and you smell so good
And you taste even better
And that cute little face you make when you orgasm??
If she can make you do that again and again and again
She’s going to
She is so good with her mouth
And her hands
Her hands are so soft and pretty and her fingers are so long
Oh my god oh my god
Half her diary entries are about you by now
Okay more like most
And a lot of them are very detailed accounts of the nights you spend together
She finds herself rereading old entries from time to time
She used to hate looking back through her diaries
Especially in high school
But now she’s filling them up faster than ever
The first diary she started once you two got together is her favorite
Bc she realized there won’t be one page in there where you’re not in her life
And let’s be real
She’s so fucking smart
She’s going to figure out what makes you tick
And moan
In minutes
And dear god, she loves your chest
Big boobs, little boobs, uneven boobs
Or as Steve would say, boobies
She loves them
She loves your boobies
Your boobies? Great! Your hips? Great! Your face? Great! Your hands? Great! Your laugh? Great! The way you look at her? Great! The way your lips feel on her skin when you press warm kisses against her? Great!
Me?? I’m tight as fuck!!!
Sometimes after you’ve been at it for a while
When you’re lying next to each other, legs still shaky
All the hickeys you gave each other blooming on your skin
You’re both so warm and blissed out and sleepy
Sometimes she’ll start rambling
She’ll just start absolutely word avalanching about how great you are
How hot and sexy and amazing you are
How much she loves you
How much she hopes you like her
And mostly how she never ever ever thought you would ever like her like this
Like ever
Sometimes when she’s rambling like this she really wishes she could stop
But she just can’t
So if you caress her cheek and let out a sweet little giggle
And press a kiss to her lips to shut her up
And give her mouth something else to do
She’ll be very grateful
Like grateful enough that it might lead to another round
Or several
#robin buckley#robin buckley x reader#robin buckley headcanons#robin buckley smut#stranger things smut#stranger things x reader#stranger things headcanons#stranger things#i want to kiss her so bad#she has such noticable adhd in season 4#robin buckley is a gaydhd icon#like it was there in season 3 too#but it was so obvious#yes I watched the entire season in one day#yes I woke up at 6am to watch it as soon as possible after getting little sleep#i regret nothing
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