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waking up in someone else's bed au. double drabble. rated m.
He doesn’t know how he got here.
Well.
He knows what got him here. Namely, tequila.
Tequila, and that guy at the bar, eyes bright-ocean-blue, hair glowing gold despite the dingier-than-hell club lighting.
The guy’s— Henry’s— hands on Alex’s waist, hard against his backside as they danced.
As they danced, and then as they did other things.
In a sticky bathroom stall. In the back of an Uber to Henry’s place. Up against the front door before it even fully closed.
Alex cracks an eye open as the memories come.
He glances around, clocking the things that aren’t his:
This pillow. These sheets and this bed. That window with the dawning light, drilling straight into his head.
But the man slowly waking beside him, lips so-pretty-pink from last night—
Can he? Be his?
Even after all this time, Alex still hardly believes it.
“Morning, love.” Henry smiles. “How are we feeling?”
“Hungover,” Alex admits. “And like we had a one-night-stand. Weird.”
Henry raises an eyebrow. “You don’t recall your meltdown about the raging-hot man at the bar despite being reminded that I’m your boyfriend?”
“You’re what?” asks Alex, delighted, and Henry, sighing, leans in to silence him with a kiss.
Made a little something for a friend as a promise. He wanted Mikey cuddling my giant shark plushie. So here we are!!
soft skin
content: fem!reader, fluff, vv sweet, slightly suggestive
synopsis: you see your boyfriend shirtless for the first time and of course, he doesn’t miss the opportunity to tease you about it.
"Nikolai! Guess what I just—"
It was like the oxygen had left the room the moment you saw him, your words abruptly cut off by a lack of breath.
Oh.
Oh.
Nikolai's bare back was the first thing your eyes landed on.
The room suddenly felt warmer, and you couldn't help but feel a flush of heat rise to your cheeks. You barely registered the book in your hand slipping out of your grasp and and landing on the floor with a soft thud as if incapable of handling the sight before you as much as your heart was.
The muscles in his back flex with every movement, drawing your gaze further down to where the fabric of his sweatpants dipped dangerously low on his waist. You swallow hard, trying to regain your composure before he eventually turns around and catches you in the act of staring.
But it's so difficult to abide by when the sunlight streaming through the bedroom window pours over him in an angelic glow, highlighting the curve of his spine as he turns to face you with a questioning look in his eyes and a playful smirk playing on his lips. "Hm?"
Nikolai clearly didn't expect the sudden intrusion, but he wasn't complaining about it either. In fact, he loves that you happened to walk into the room at such perfect timing.
You have to wonder if he's doing it on purpose—all to see your reaction, just to see the flustered look on your face that you know he takes so much pleasure in. You try to form words, but all that comes out is a soft gasp, your mind struggling to form coherent thoughts when you watch beads of water drip from his loose hair onto his bare chest, rolling down his skin until they reach his v-line.
You don’t even realize you're staring as hard as you are until Nikolai clears his throat, jerking his head at you in a teasing gesture. Caught off guard, you quickly avert your gaze and try to compose yourself, but the flirtatious glint in Nikolai's eyes tells you he enjoys the attention far too much to let it slide, as expected.
“You’re staring real hard, pretty,” he drawls with a lazy grin, mismatched eyes filled with mischief roaming over your figure.
"Sorry," you apologize and try to leave the room as quickly as you could to avoid any impending teasy remarks, but you suppose you were too slow for him because you already found yourself entrapped by a pair of strong arms.
"You're not going anywhere just yet," Nikolai murmurs, his breath warm against your ear as he pulls you closer. Yeah, you're not sure what demon possessed you for a second to make you believe he would let you get away from him so easily—you would end up like this either way, whether you stayed in the room or not. "What did you want to ask me, sweet dove?" he asks as his arms snake themselves under your arms and around your waist.
The closeness sends a shudder to channel through your entire body. "Nothing important anymore," you hum and close your eyes, secretly relishing in the contact.
He laughs and ruffles your hair before placing a kiss on the crown of your head. "Oh come on," he insists, fingers deftly moving some of your hair aside as if parting curtains to let in sunlight, keen to get a better look at your flustered face. "Tell me?"
With a hint of reluctance, your shy eyes open to finally meet his. "I finished the book I was reading.. you know, the one I told you about."
His eyes light up with an excitement that makes your heart flutter. "That means you have to tell me all about it now!" he pries eagerly, genuinely interested in hearing your opinion.
"I can't," you mumble, the words tinged with timidity.
His lips stick out into an exaggerated pout, feigning hurt, resembling a kicked puppy. "Why?" he asks with a dramatic flair.
You feel embarrassed to be in this position, your back flush against his chest as his arms squeeze your frame like you're his personal stuffed animal. He dips his head, leaning in to get closer to your face. "Too distracted?" he asks, his voice low and sultry, rich like velvet.
"Something like that," you admit, nodding shamefully while feeling the heat on your cheeks deepening as his lips graze over the shell of your ear. "Maybe a little."
"Look at me," he tells you, fingers grabbing hold of your chin gently to tilt your face upwards to make you look up at him. His voice is sweet but also firm, one full of power. "I want you to focus on me," he says, his eyes locking with yours. "I want to be the only thing on your mind right now."
His eyes are so intense and love-filled, making it nearly impossible to part gazes. Out of all things, this wasn't something that you ever expected from him when you two started dating, though you suppose you're not exactly sure what you ever expected.
However, there is one thing that you are sure of and expect nothing less of from him—him and his new ways that, without fail, always keep you on your toes.
"You don't have to be so shy," he giggles before spinning you around to face him this time, drawing you impossibly closer. All you experience is Nikolai—every sense overwhelmed and full of only him. He'd just hopped out of the shower, so his skin is still slightly damp, and the freshly applied lotion on his skin smells so good. A combination of the fragrance entwining with his natural scent fills your head with delightful dizziness, your cheeks warming up from both the contact and how you can feel the steady beat of his heart against your cheek.
Your eyes are fluttering shut again yet they aren't quite closed, lashes barely brushing the tops of your cheeks. As you inhale deeply, trying to steady yourself while reveling in this closeness, Nikolai chuckles softly as his arms wrap around you in a gentle embrace, practically smothering your face with his chest.
"You're allowed to look at me, you know," he whispers, his breath tickling your ear. "Look at me, touch me." He tenderly takes one of your hands in his, kissing your palm ever so softly before placing it on the upper portion of his chest, slowly moving it downwards, almost guiding you in a way where he wants to feel your touch, an invitation of sorts. "Do whatever you want to me."
The sheer vulnerability in his voice tugs at your heart, making you realize just how much he trusts you—a trust that deepens with every touch and melding of skins. It's overwhelming yet euphoric, the feeling of intimacy that grows and further solidifies your bond as you trace every inch of his body with your fingertips. His skin is incredibly soft as you run your fingers over his body, smoothness occasionally interrupted by the roughness of his scars that you'd only ever felt under the fabric of his clothing—but you adore all of him, even the rough parts. You run your knuckles along his sides, eliciting goosebumps to rise on his skin, warmth radiating from him to you like a gentle current.
His other hand travels from your waist to cradle your cheek, packed with all the care in the world that it almost makes your heart skip a steady beat. "Are you charmed by me yet?"
"You don't even have to try.." you huff out in embarrassment. A bead of water drips from his damp bangs onto your nose, causing a small shiver to course through you from the chill. "Aren't you cold?" you ask him, voice becoming whispery as you melt into his embrace.
His arms tighten around you, a small smile tugging on his lips at your question. "How can I be cold when you're right here?" he replies with nonchalance as if the answer couldn't be more obvious, using his thumb to wipe the water off your nose, replacing it with a gentle kiss to seal the moment altogether.
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The noise I just made...
FELL IN LOVE WITH A GIRLLLLLL
THEY JUST KEEP JUMPING ON THE COUNTER. AND CRAWLING UP HER LEG. THIS IS THE GREATEST PROBLEM YOU COULD EVER HAVE
Zombie-cat-pocalypse
you have to fistfight your tumblr pfp. do you think you'd win
SAY MORE ABT DAD NANAMI W SWIM TEACHER READER RN !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
‘kay!
minors & ageless blogs dni, i am an 18+ blog!
gn!reader, one mention/reference to drowning, no powers au, single dad nanami au, nanami is oblivious (or is he)
"excuse me."
you almost drop the teetering pile of foam bubble belts you're carrying.
actually, you do drop them. it's just that nanami kento—father of one and the oblivious bachelor of the year for the entire swim school despite his blunt demeanor—catches them without pause. his bicep flexes with the movement, the muscle rippling beneath his skin.
you swallow.
(your friends all grumble about how lucky you are to have little yuuji in your class.
you are not lucky.
yuuji is darling. you always hear him calling out a delighted, chirpy 'hi!' to everyone he passes before his little head of hair—the soft pink of still-ripening strawberries—pops into view. he's got a smile like the sun and an energy output to match. you think he could probably power a small city.
but lucky people do not have to try and keep a handful of young children from drowning as they learn to swim while nanami kento is busy being attractive by just existing, raking a big hand through his damp golden hair until it feathers out, gleaming beads of water trickling down the thick column of his neck to pool in the dip of his clavicle.
you should have been a camp counselor, you think miserably, looking away from his broad form just in time to catch the kickboard that's rocketed out from under nanase, a powder blue foam missile. at least then the parents keep their shirts on.)
"sorry. i didn’t mean to startle you,” nanami says. he’s acquired stickers since you last saw him, the bright little stars sprinkled across his cheeks like neon freckles. you suspect that yuuji has matching ones.
"it’s okay, nanami. thanks," you say, reaching out for the belts. "for uh, catching those. i just rinsed them, so—"
he brushes your hands away gently, adjusting his grip so he has a better hold on the belts. “i wanted to speak to you.”
“okay—what about?” you ask, your hands lingering before you let them drop to your sides awkwardly.
“i’d like to know which of your coworkers conduct private swim lessons and of those, who you feel would be the best match for yuuji.”
“oh.”
nanami’s brow raises a bit. he examines you for a beat, his umber eyes keen. “you know yuuji’s skill level better than anyone,” he tells you. “and i assume you know which of your coworkers would do best with his personality.”
“i find it hard to believe that there are people who don’t do well with yuuji’s personality,” you say.
his lips quirk into a tiny smile. it’s small, but you’ve learned to catch them over the last few months, those little flashes of contentment. of pride. he briefly glances back to where yuuji is chattering at his friend megumi.
(even your boss had commented on how yuuji managed to pry stoic little megumi out of his shell.
having witnessed it firsthand, you’re not sure that ‘pry’ is the right term. it reminds you more of when seagulls smash clams against the shoreline rocks to break their shells open. megumi never stood a chance against yuuji’s weaponized sunshine.)
you reach out for the belts again, desperate for something to fidget with as that hint of a smile melts through you. nanami gives you half of them; you don’t bother to protest. it’s not the first time he’s helped you put things away after class has finished.
“true,” nanami concedes. “but yuuji can be difficult to keep up with.”
“i guess,” you say, tugging at your lower lip with your teeth.
for a breath, you think nanami’s eyes drop to your lips. but you blink, and he’s simply looking at you, waiting for a response.
“yahaba would probably be best, i think,” you say softly. “she’s a great teacher. yuuji’ll like her. she likes to play games with her students a lot.”
“thank you,” nanami says. “it’s appreciated.”
“sure.” you bite your lip again, fidgeting with the edge of your swimsuit. “do you have concerns about what i’m teaching yuuji?”
he blinks. “no. have i indicated that i do?”
“no, i just—i know it’s come up that i offer private lessons too. of course you don’t have to use me, it’s completely up to you, i understand if you want someone else to teach him, but the group lessons don’t end for another few months, so i guess i wanted to be sure that you felt like he was learning? in case that’s why you wanted to go with someone else instead of me. that’s—that’s all.”
“ah,” nanami says. it’s almost a hum, the word rumbling low in his chest. if he was anyone else, you would say he looks faintly pleased. “no, i have no concerns. i wouldn’t have kept yuuji in the class if i had any.”
your cheeks burn. “oh.”
“it’s simply that i don’t start personal relationships with people i employ,” he says, matter-of-fact. “which means that hiring you isn’t an option, because then i couldn’t ask you to get dinner with me once the group lessons have ended.”
you drop the bubble belts again.
Draw Yuma but made out of sushi
i think i misunderstood the prompt slighly
I want to pet him so badly! he is too cute! AAAAAAAAAAAAA!!! 😆
Virgil keeetyyy <3
heres my submission for the awesome @awanderingmuse
Time Buddies finally getting a break? Hell yeah! Also crammed in all the Travelers for good measure!
I hope it won’t show up too dark qwq my tumblr is all buggy,,, and also I hope you enjoy!
❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️OMG Arianna would totally do this!!!! I love it ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️😍❤️!!!!!!!!!
“How People see Lucas” and “How Lucas Acts meeting People”
Oh yeah- and “The first Villain Lucas have tried talking to”
@theclassiccake @championstar456
“How to make the old man have friends?”
یه جوجه که سردش شده درحال بغل کردن یه جوجه دیگه😭😭
والا بنده جای اینکه راجب شو توضیح بدم یا بگم داستانش چیه فقط نقاشیشو میکشم، بخوام بنویسم یه طومار کامل میشه..
اگه توکیو ریونجرز دیدی نظرت راجب انیمشو برام کامنت کن، یا اگه مانگا رو خوندی D:
ترجمه متناشون :
هانما : هوف.. سرده.. بذا یه لحظه بغلت کنم.. میشه؟
شو : هوم؟ آ-آره.. *خواهر پشماش ریخته*
فقط رفیقن باهم فکرای عجیب غریب به سرتون نزنه😔🤍
واسه کیفیت بهتر کلیک کنید
Two chicks cuddling😭😭
I just draw shu instead of explaining about her-
Did you watched tokyo revengers / read its manga? Did you liked it?
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Fanart for @babyblankyerror ‘s King Jersey
I loooooove the fic so muuuch hgvhgv just baby water Stanley! And Ford being like :((( They need a hug, your honor, desperately
And actually, it made me think of the name Kingsley for my own fic so like, huge inspiration UwU
This trend is specifically why I wanted to start posting cotl fanart
love this art sm
Can't leave out tumblr for this new animation I made for VoA :333
I want to put this cute thing on my walls. or package Christmas presents into it. Wholesome.
![I Lied!!!! Im Drawing Again :) And Doing What We Always Do. Turning People Into Weird Babies :]](https://64.media.tumblr.com/2db54d47fc75fd847709d7243d981380/38b0a8eb22028e98-88/s500x750/34be4559c7bc661c91f017a17af75ce1b82c7620.png)
![I Lied!!!! Im Drawing Again :) And Doing What We Always Do. Turning People Into Weird Babies :]](https://64.media.tumblr.com/ef8e56144e187b81931df4e76d7dc960/38b0a8eb22028e98-fd/s500x750/baa8f732fc606865364994a45b3df5c4386c90c4.png)
![I Lied!!!! Im Drawing Again :) And Doing What We Always Do. Turning People Into Weird Babies :]](https://64.media.tumblr.com/27f470e8fd08e84a6cb7564da7e8290f/38b0a8eb22028e98-48/s500x750/85db4ab753046e03754f70d2af12c61351b580b6.png)
![I Lied!!!! Im Drawing Again :) And Doing What We Always Do. Turning People Into Weird Babies :]](https://64.media.tumblr.com/7181ab1fd07b56c43ff314e1f8006f0a/38b0a8eb22028e98-41/s500x750/a9ba43cce538d6ea7d56a34a57d4398c552b3735.png)
This is still totally Fanart Friday and not already Sunday. Anyway my dislike of sci-fi is a thing that some people know and more truly correct answer of my favorite sci-fi thing would have been Robocop, but you know… I like Odo and Garak. And I swear Odo is totally like a nosy, disapproving sphynx.
nightlight: “eeeeek!!”
shockwave: “........This isn’t worth my time.”
bad sketch based on an rp i did with some friends
featuring my friend’s oc, longshot, who’s a very good boy :)
spyfam au? spyfam au.