#(are you mocking me omf)

[poetryandfluffycats]

I NEEEEEDDD someone to yap on about talking abt knights💔💔.. and you're here so YIPPEEEEE omf izumi ramble because yes :3

MEAN DOM MEAN DOM MEAN DOM but generally a switch, maybe just prefers to top?? unless you can tame a brat like this dude (ik i can't jm sorru...) likes to degrade you in such an inhumane way it's insane

huge turn on for him whenever you look up at him so submissively, especially during oral times when he's receiving ;3.. he thinks you look as adorable as ever and it just gets him off even more (this goes for everyone else in knights too I CAN FEEL IT)

or when your eyes are living proof that you're so tired, that you're basically mind-fucked at this point from how fast he's going

HE GIVES ME THOSE "ill touch you. inappropriately. (with consent)" meme vibes IDK WHYYYY😭😭???

and, one whimper or beg from you boosts his ego TEN FOLD, only disadvantage is he gets hard almost immediately when you do that oops

is he still going to tease the shit out of you though? whys that even a question yes

“yeah, baby? what's the matter, huh? use your words.” GIGGLES AND SQUEALS LIKE A LITTLE KID

after all that though, he's sooo good at giving after care, I can already tell hdjdnsjdnsjsj.. will literally always be with you even when you fall asleep and wake up; bro will be there looking after you!!?!?!?

anyway thanksies for listening... 🥺🥺🥺🥺

meanest dom you will ever meet. more so with his words though, I feel like he wouldn't want to put you in all that much physical pain besides from like some hair pulling if your being bratty. speaking of which, good luck if you are going to try and dish any of his meanness back at him, because that just makes him want to fuck you even harder.

teases you the most when your whimpering and begging him to slow down, and trust me this man can go FAST. likes to mock pity you alot <3

i can see what you mean with the 'i'm going to touch you' memes with Izumi. maybe its something about the way he is with makoto in canon but idk

[e-jaegerenthusiast]

aot boys kink hcs

here are some kink hcs i found written on a piece of paper during my super important class 🥴 fr i was sitting in class as my professor gives a lecture— instead of listening i zoned out and wrote different kinks/overall sexual things down and thought if eren, jean, and levi would be into them 🤞🏻

eren art by aidan.k_art on insta

levi cosplay _hakkencoser_ on insta

warnings/tw; like many many kinks 💀

would they let you choke them?

eren: yes. surprisingly, it’s the only dom-like thing he lets you do him. (other than ride him) he would love the thrill of his life in your hands :,) although it would take him a while to let you do it to him. he says it mid-sex, i’ve written something for it with eremika here ;)

jean: yes yes yes. he loves it so much, gets him whining and moaning

levi: i feel like he’s claustrophobic :( so he’ll let you put your hands around his neck, just don’t put in any pressure. the first time you did it was when you were riding him, you didn’t really think much of it as you put your hands around his neck, giving pressure with your fingers. suddenly his lust-filled droopy eyes turned into one of horror. pulling you off of him as he grabbed his own throat, coughing. you apologized so fucking much and hated yourself for it. he hugged you and told you it was okay, that he’s sorry but it brings him ptsd and makes him uneasy :(

choke you?

eren: surprisingly, no 😳 i feel like he would love to see his own purple fingerprints on your hips. however, he doesn’t like the bruises he leaves on your neck, he inspects them with a frown, kissing all of them and burying his head in your neck. once he chokes you, he feels animalistic. more than ever. its like he doesn’t trust himself to put your life that closely in his hands :(( so once he doesn’t do it anymore, you don’t ask him why. you know him. you know what goes on in his head.

jean: only if you ask him to, he’d be scared to apply too much pressure tho, so he’d do it lightly

levi: yesyesyes. i feel like levi would do all dom things to you mostly when he’s mad at something or at you. he’s the type to grab you by the neck and kiss you passionately. awooga

would they whine?

eren: very. very. very rare. only if somehow you’ve managed to take the upper hand.

jean: yessir. definitely. mommy kink all the way.

levi: mostly no. although he really really needs to. he wont let himself. mostly grunts. although he does when you’re sucking him off, he whimpers and tries to hide it, but you humming around his length throws him over the edge.

would they overstimulate you?

eren: all fuckinggg day. he doesn’t care if you can’t anymore. shaking? pffttt suck it up. literally

jean: only if he’s super horny. would do it if you want to.

levi: not really. he likes it when you overstimulate him 👀— doesn’t really ask you to, however you can obviously tell by the way he bucks up his hips into you or your hand even tho he just came.

their fave position?

eren: he absolutely loves spooning you, fucking into you as your warm back is pressed against his chest, your back arching and head going to his shoulder when he hits that special spot in you and kisses your neck. he can easily hit your g-spot in this postition, loves when you squirm against his chest. his hand holding you close. —he also loves the most weirdest positions omg- he likes bending you in ways that could almost break you like a pretzel - your thighs pressed against your chest, your legs at a wide angle resting on his shoulder—you must take yoga classes for this man he loves fucking you in the positions🥴 even upside down

jean: he loves loves loves when you ride him. he’s called a horse for a reason😩 also loves mirror sex. we know he can get cocky sometimes, so he loves fucking you infront of the mirror as he holds your jaw and forces your eyes on the mirror, fucking you hard. also is a sucker for passionate/slow missionary.

levi: doggy. fuck yes he loves it. or reverse cowgirl omf— loves the view sm. not that he doesn’t like to see your face in sex omg😭 it’s just- he prefers it that way cuz he kinda doesn’t want you to see him, in all his vulnerability. :,) its rare he lets you. but when he does omg- the image is burned into your memory, his face and the way it contorts into pleasure, his thin brows going up as his mouth is wide open— or he’s clenching his jaw.

would they agree to you handcuffing/tying them?

eren: no. he likes to be free LMAO i’m sorry

jean: yes. definitely. finds it so hot but still tugs on them so so much and begs you to untie him.

levi: won’t admit it but he loves it. eventually comes around. pounces on you like a wild dog when you untie him and fucks the shit out of you. grunting as he calls you a brat for tying him.

would they tie you up?

eren: 100% fucker loves to see you squirming.

jean: not really, he tries it out of curiosity but just doesn’t know what the fuck to do without your touch. likes it better the other way ‘round.

levi: yes. he would like to take revenge for you tying him up. would def torture and edge you a lot.

let you blindfold them?

eren: never. would like to see you and every single expression on your face.

jean: yes. loves it. makes him so so sensitive and he loves the thrill of not knowing where he’s gonna feel your touch.

levi: maybe. if you really beg him and annoy him for it.

blindfold you?

eren: yes yes yes do i even need to elaborate

jean: not really. same as tying you up, he would get too nervous and flustered and not know what to do.

levi: absolutely. he’d actually almost chuckle at how responsive you are to his touch. he’d literally just sit there for minutes, gliding his hands over all parts of your body, your arms, legs, thighs, stomach. loses sense of time as he plays with your body.

would they let you peg them?

eren: absolutely not. fucking scoffs and chuckles at you and mocks you when you suggest it.

jean: yes. with persuasion. he’s mostly open and experimental. would he end up liking it? maybe. he finds the feeling very weird at first, but asks you with a blush if you can do it again another time.

levi: no— thinks it’s disgusting.

anal?

eren: yes. yes. yes. would absolutely destroy you. loves the tight asf feeling.

jean: would try, doesn’t like it. makes him cum too fast 💀

levi: thinks it’s filthy.

breeding kink?

eren: yes. loves filling you up. doesn’t like baby talk tho— he hates kids 💀💀 is sorry but maybe eventually?

jean: likes to cum on your back, stomach, or tits more. however he loves the idea of having a family with you. definitely cums in you while baby talk + “you’d be such a good mommy.”

levi: he rarely cums in you, you’d have to beg him to or wrap your legs around his torso, then he can’t stop himself. doesn’t trust condoms or birth control. he’d say there’s still a chance of you getting pregnant 🥴— not that he doesn’t want a baby with you- not yet tho. he needs to warm up to the idea of becoming a dad. trauma n all yk.

jealous seggs?

eren: definitely. he’s possessive.

jean: definitely. he’s insecure :(

levi: yes but doesn’t admit it (surprise surprise) not a lot tho, he knows he has you wrapped around his finger. doesn’t really show his jealousy much. lets it eat away at him silently:/

lets you pull their hair?

eren: hell no. you do it anyway , he goes absolutely feral.

jean: yes. loves it so so much. also open to basically anything that makes you happy

levi: even tho he doesn’t like anyone touching his face or his hair, he warms up to it. likes the feeling of your hands in his hair. (also- mostly kiss his scars. he’ll actually cry. oop imma write a fic on that ✍🏻) he also loves loves loves when you shampoo his hair for him. gets him turned on. did y’all know thats an actual kink

would they spank you?

eren: definitely. more mid-fucking to see your reaction and the way you clench around him.

jean: likes to hold and squeeze your ass more as you ride him.

levi: oh fuck yeah. when you act like too much of a brat, he makes you go on all fours, or lay on your chest on his thighs, giving you spanks and making you count. talking to you after each spank, “will you be a brat again, huh?” spank, “you do it on purpose dont you? like to rile me up? hm? get me fucking mad like this?” another spank as he molds the flesh of your ass with his palm after each one, holding himself back from kissing the flesh.

face slapping?

already made drabbles for you slapping them

eren: yes yes yes. he would be a sucker for the innocent look in your eyes as tears swell up in them. he would do it repeatedly and keep bringing your jaw back to look at him after each slap.

jean: no, he doesn’t have it in his heart 🥺 would love if you did it to him.

levi: this is very difficult. i’ll leave it for you to decide between these two; 1. he doesn’t lay his hand on women. (spanking’s an exception in his book, other than that, hell no) 2. he only does it when he’s angry. like genuinely mad at you during sex, so that’s how he takes it out on you. but kisses you afterwards.

dacryphilia?

eren: hell yeah he loves when you cry for his cock, for him. this fucker does anything on purpose just to make you cry. gives a sadistic smile when tears finally come to your eyes.

jean: no, he wouldn’t wanna make you cry. although you do cry for his horse cock😩 he’d have a concerned expression on his face as he wipes you tears with his thumb, “what’s wrong ,baby?”

levi: absolutely not. literally despises crying. for himself and other. especially you. he’d wipe your tears as soon as they come when his dick is in your throat.

knife play?

eren: YES. he would purposely put a little pressure on the knife to scare you. this mfs a sadist. but he would be very careful to not hurt you. (if you ask why he would be into this but not choking you, it’s cuz with a knife, he knows he won’t actually fuckin stab you. he has control over the knife. his hands, he’s afraid not.) pain

jean: no omg— he would think you’re joking at first, his face forms the most horrid expression as he asks you if that’s an actual thing💀

levi: yes, he would never put pressure on the knife tho. he’d only glide it accross your body teasingly, the cold blade making you shiver under his touch as his eyes go dark. would like to do it to you when you’re blindfolded. doesn’t want you to see that dark look in his eyes.

blood play?

eren: yes. he likes to sometimes bite on your lower lip so hard it draws blood, he would keep kissing you, the iron-like taste not bothering him the slightest. it turns him on. also loves when you make him bleed by scratching your nails on his back, he throws his head back and fastens his thrusts 😩

jean: not really, my baby would get concerned— blood makes him uneasy 🥺

levi; absolutely not. too much ptsd and trauma from the sight of blood. doesn’t wanna see it painting your soft skin at all.

gun play?

eren: not really, he’s too violent to be handling a gun in sex.

jean: no—

levi: yes. he’d empty the gun beforehand tho, without you knowing.

candle wax 😳

eren: not really, he doesn’t like the redness it brings to your skin afterwards.

jean: likes if you do it on him, fucking loses it. he actually cries and whimpers, making you concerned but he nods his had swiftly, urging you to continue. likes the burn, reminds him of your touch, it’s not really any different from the burns your fingertips leave on him upon your touch.

levi: yes omfg- he loves it. he would also blindfold you for this one, probably tie you up too. loves to see you squirming in this situation. (omg i read this one fic on wattpad called “submit” and he was using candle wax and ice— AWOOGA)

ice play?

eren: yes yes yes, he’d run the ice down your stomach after rolling it on your nipples with his hands, he’d put it on your clit and chuckle as you squirm from the coldness of it. goes down on you to warm you up with his tongue afterwards.

jean: he likes it when you use it on him. holding the ice between your teeth as you run it over his nipples and down his chest. he’d be squirming and moaning.

levi: fuck yes. he’d put it in his mouth and kiss you with it, the ice melting between both of your tongues as he hums in your mouth. he’d also run it down your stomach and your nipples as he holds it in his mouth. the contrast of the cold ice and his warm tongue making you moan and whimper beneath him.

podophilia (foot fetish) dont read that as pedophilia uhm💀

eren: not really no, never crosses his mind.

jean: yes yes yes. omg absolutely this man having a foot fetish is canon to me😩 he’d love you giving him a foot job omf- would whine so much. also would kinda like licking your anckles and your toes as you giggle

levi: uhm. you must already know this clean freak. he thinks it’s fucking disgusting. i agree with him

ear fetish

eren: he likes it when you nibble on it or bite the shell of his ear. absolutely his weakest and sensitive spot

jean: not really idk why but no

levi: would nibble and tug on your ear as he’s fucking you, head burried in your neck as he pants and grunts.

food play?

eren: would loved to drizzle honey or whipped cream on you and lick it off your chest or stomach.

jean: would love for you too do it to him, with whipped cream or chocolate on his abs and chest, even his neck. he’d be a moaning, panting mess.

levi: does not like to involve food with sex 💀

chastity (holding back from sex to rile themselves or you up)

eren: hell no💀 he’s an impatient fuckin bastard. cannot handle going without fucking you for more than a couple days

jean: would love for you to do it to him. would beg you and plead as his cock throbs for days, though you know he likes it when you don’t give it to him instantly.

levi: yes yes yes. he would make himself go without sex for weeks. you have to beg him to stop and just let you fuck him, but he’d mutter sum about needing to “train his own stamina and self control, and your patience, brat.” but when you do break through him, trying to seduce him after weeks, it would be some of the best sex y’all have. going for rounds on rounds.

voyeurism

eren: as much as i love the “eren watching you fuck jean/reiner”— i think his possessive self will never ever let another man touch you. i mean cmon have u even read 139 🥲

jean: dont do that to him 🥺 he’s gonna be super insecure like omg- no

levi: absolutely not. do not test this man. he might not show his jealousy openly but you are his and only his.

role playing?

eren: i feel like he’s not that into it but he’d do it, he’s very picky so hmm maybe good cop and bad cop? 👀

jean: as i mentioned before, he’s very experimental and would do almost anything you ask of him, so yes. he’d be into doctor/patient ;) he likes it more when you’re the doctor but you can switch too oh my god bye now i’m thinking about jean in a white thingy doctors wear omf

levi: only captain/subordinate 😩😩😩

daddy kink

eren: not really, it makes him think about being an actual dad which turns him off 💀 sorry to crush yalls dreams 🤞🏻

jean: as i said, mommy kink. though he would like it if you addressed him as daddy while he takes control.

levi: no💀 finds it fucking weird. lowkey makes him sad n think about his dad and who he is or where he is he like being called captain sometimes tho ;)

degrading?

eren: fuck yes likes degrading you all the way. “look at you, my little slut.” “such a whore for my cock hm?”

jean: would like to be degraded 😁

levi: would keep it on the minimum— occasional “brat”s or “dumbass” jdjsjs nothing too intense. he has a way with his words :)

somnophilia sneaked this in at 200 when i forgot to add it cuz it’s my absolute fave kink

eren: he’d play with your body for minutes on minutes, loves to see you so responsive to his touch even in your sleep. he rubs slow circles on your clit, to get you wet. raises his brows when he notices you’re already soaked in your sleep. he literally fucks you awake. shoves his length in you balls deep as you scream and wake up— hitting his chest as he chuckles at you

jean: you’d both be asleep, until you wake up to the feeling of jean humping your thigh, whimpering in his slumber softly, you smirk. he’s chasing his high in his dream, mumbling your name as it’s barely recognizable. he wakes up to your mouth wrapped around him, cumming so fast as soon as he realizes he’s awake.

levi: he barely gets any sleep. but as he’s laying down next to you, head buried in his book while you’re stuck to him like a koala, he’s content. having one arm wrapped around your body and hand stopping at your waist. he’s brought out of the focus of his book by you moving against him. at first he thinks you’re waking up for some reason, then is proved wrong when you’re repeatedly grinding against his thigh, your leg wrapped around it. he chuckles, catching himself off guard. he watches as you hum in your sleep and say his name. he starts slowly meeting your grinds against his thigh, shaking it. he’s now rock hard in his shorts, teasing your hole through your panties with the hands on your back. you end up cumming in your sleep, he cums in his pants. fuck.

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and there we have it— sorry if i left anything out- these are all the kinks i could think of for now 🥴

also ik i usually write hcs for aot and jjk boys but with this one, i kinda felt like only doing aot. since the paper i found had these 3 boys written on it 🤪

[szeongrimin]

WAIT OMFG U WERE THE ENHYPEN FALLING DOWN THE STAIRS ANON?!?!OMF I'm glad u like it 🥺

I've been ok, just busy with a bunch of things hahahahaha I have exams and a dance which isn't that much but these r kind of like a unofficial mock exam to prepare us for the mocks so like ye we're going pretty hard ehm

WBU TEAH HRU glad to know I'm still kel muffin 😼

YES HAHA IT WAS ME (IDK I WAS HIGH AT THAT TIME💀👍) BUT I DIDNT EXPECT IT WOULD TURN OUT SO WELL 😳🤌

Wow that sounds rough 😕 but ik u will ace it, you have my support 💪😼 and don't forget to take breaks once in a while💖

I'm caught up in mock exams as well *sigh* I can't just seem to escape this :") anyways manifesting that we both slay 🤩 and you'll forever be the iconic kel muffin 🙈

[anothers-trash-my-treasure]

Stoners

Stoner Snaf <3 So this one's kinda weird, I based it around the Watch Me from fictober so if you haven't already read that, I suggest reading it first! It's also set in a post COVID world because I need something to look forward to. Disclaimer; I wrote this while very high last night and didn't really edit it so it's probably a mess.

Pairing: Merriell Shelton / Female Reader

Warnings: 18+, unprotected sex (don't do this), recreational drug use, if you squint there's some kinky undertones but nothing too crazy.

Word Count: 4.4K (i haven't written something this long is forever omf)

Tags: @edteche2 @xmxisxforxmaybe @diasimar @txmel @gloriousdarkangelsworld @paradoxicaltornado @404-not-found-xix

Enjoy and happy 4:20

~

Ever since the pandemic, you hadn’t been able to do crowds. Not like you used to anyways. It killed you a little bit because all the things you missed doing so much involved crowds; concerts, clubbing, festivals, travelling. Getting back into the swing of things took time. The feeling of being surrounded by people you don’t know set every one of your nerves on fire in the worst way. It felt so...

Uncomfortable.

This is probably why you didn’t last more than a half-hour at some seedy dive bar your friends had dragged you out to for the night. They begged you to go out with them, if even only for a drink or two. It had been so long since the whole group had a proper outing, it was nice to have the gang out for a night. Until some dickhead grabbed your ass and whispered some unwanted filth in your ear, his breath hot and unpleasant on your skin. After that, you were quick to grab your bag and say goodbye to your friends. You knew they were disappointed, but you could still feel the strangers breathe on your skin like it had been singed.

You welcomed the cool air of the night, feeling it immediately cool your skin. You hadn’t realized how warm it was inside but now that you were out in the open, you felt better. The burning on your neck had settled, more of an afterthought now. Your brain still felt overwhelmed, and you knew exactly how to remedy that.

Sitting down at one of the picnic table benches nearby, you began to sift through your bag when a voice rang out through the quiet streets.

“Well aren’t you a sight for sore eyes,”

You’d know that slow drawl anywhere, you’d go so far as to say it near haunted your dreams.

“Merriell Shelton,” you beam up at him as he walks closer to you, nodding at his friends to continue without him, “I haven’t seen you since-”

“That last party.” He nods, smiling at you in the way where you’re not quite sure if he’s flirting with you or if he’s just that naturally gorgeous, “when I taught ya’ how to smoke.”

An excited smile bubbles onto your face and you shake your head at him, “Oh, you’d be so proud of me. I’ve grown so much since then.”

You resume digging through your bag to find your various forms of weed paraphernalia you carry with you. The pandemic had not been kind to you, and some days it felt like the only thing keeping your head above water was your bedtime joint. It wasn’t something you were terribly proud of, but it helped your anxiety and that was good enough for you lately.

He barks out a laugh at your response and you can’t help the pride the swells up inside of you knowing that you made him laugh like that. He comes to sit on the bench, placing himself close enough that it wasn’t weird, but far away enough so that he wasn’t directly in your space.

“What, you some kinda stoner or something now?” he asks as you layout your joints and pipes. He whistles, a mix between being impressed and mocking, when you pull out your vape too, “Damn, you got a bong in there too?”

Now it’s your turn to laugh, “No, that stays at home.” you say with a wink, “So, how have you been?” you ask, starting to put everything but your joints back in your bag.

He blows out through his lips and laughs a little, running a hand through his hair, “Been better lately, that’s all that matters, I s’pose.” He watched, something like a weird form of pride in his eyes as you pull out a joint and light it carefully. You certainly can’t complain, you forgot how great it felt to have his eyes on you.

You hum knowingly, “That’s what I keep telling myself, anyway,” you hold the joint up hesitantly.

“I don’t usually share my joints anymore, but if you’ve got your shots...” you shrug, your sentence tapering off. It’s a weird world you live in now, no one quite knows what’s socially acceptable anymore.

He smirks at you, amused, taking the joint from your fingers, “I’ve got my shots alright,”

His eyes don’t leave yours as he brings it up to his lips and takes his hit. He’s not even doing anything out of the ordinary, but he looks like he’s up to no good in every way. It’s like he’s just taking you in as if comparing you to the girl he met years ago.

“You changed,” he comments on an exhale, passing it back.

You nod, laughing softly, “Turns out I get really impulsive when I’m alone,”

He scoffs, “tell me about it,” and then he’s shrugging off his hoodie to reveal a handful of new tattoos covering his skin, “Buddy of mine is an artist,”

You gasp, ‘ooo’ing at some of the more complex pieces. Without thinking your hand darts out to let your fingers drag against his forearm, following the linework of the ink. His muscle twitches beneath your fingers involuntarily and you’re reminded of how long you’ve gone without intimate touches like this. You wonder if it’s the same for him. Did he long to be touched so innocently like this too?

“They’re wonderful,” you say, pulling your hand away, still admiring from a distance.

“Yea, I like ‘em.” He shrugs, nodding at you to take the last pulls from the joint, it’s your weed after all, “You get any?”

You shook your head, “No, surprisingly enough every time I finally convinced myself to book an appointment, shops got shut down again.” You said, only kind of bitterly.

He laughs and you scowl at him, “Aw, baby, don’t be like that,” he laughs, swatting at you half-heartedly, “Look, I betcha I can get you a discount at my buddy’s shop.”

You eye him suspiciously, “I can’t tell if you’re kidding.”

He puts a hand to his chest with a lazy smirk, “On god,”

You bite your lip to suppress a smile, shaking your head lightly, “Okay fine but that just means you’ll get to see a whole lot more of me,”

His smirk turns darker, into something more playfully suggestive, “I have no problem with that,”

A silence fills the space between you as you both take each other in. You had really only hung out with him that one night and nothing had really happened. You just sat and talked really. You talked for a while. You talked so long you didn’t realize the party had ended until your friend came to get you. You exchanged numbers and then just a few weeks after, you were instructed to start isolating. You’d kept up a steady social media friendship since then, but you had missed actually talking to him. He wasn’t much of a texter. The silence only lasts a moment, but it feels thick with tension.

“You look good by the way,” he comments, leaning ever so slightly closer to you, “I meant to say that earlier but then you made me strip for ya-”

“Whoawhoawhoa!!” you sputter through a laugh, “I did not make you do anything, you did that yourself.”

He shakes his head at you, “Nah, that doesn’t sound like me.”

You're giggling at this point, “You’re ridiculous.”

He beams at you, clearly pleased with himself for the moment. It settles for a second as he looks at you, eyes softening a bit before he glances down, nudging your knee with his a bit, “I missed you,” He cringes a bit, “I know it’s weird to say but, I did.”

Your nodding before you can even think to play it even a little bit cool, “No, I get it,” you assure him, smiling softly, “I missed you too, actually.”

He hums, smiling a rare soft smile at you before changing the subject, clearly wanting to shift the attention away from his moment of vulnerability, “So why aren’t you inside?” he asks.

“Oh,” you glance back at the bar behind you, having forgotten it was even there, “I was heading out, I wasn’t really in the mood for dive bars tonight.”

He nods, “The crowds right?” you nod and he’s talking again before you can ask him how he knows that, “I get it, sometimes being so close to that many people again makes me wanna crawl out my skin.” he chuckles.

You nod, a weight lifting off your shoulders to know you’re not alone, “Exactly, it’s not something I’ve gotten used to yet.”

“Well, can I walk you home?” he offers with a smile, “I’m in no rush to head in there,”

You smile and nod, “I’d like that,”

~

Somehow he had ended up on your couch. You weren’t entirely sure when walking you home had turned to him being on your couch, but you certainly weren’t complaining. You were both pleasantly high, talking anything from movie theories to possible dystopian futures and alien invasions.

“Look, I’m jus’ sayin’ that if I was an alien, I wouldn’t wanna fuck a human, are you kidding?” he reasons, eyes squinted as if he’s offended and your laughing so hard you have tears in your eyes, “Nah, I’m goin’ for a much cooler species.”

He watches you as you fight back giggles at his ridiculousness, a lazy, grin settled on his face. He reaches for his jacket that’s slung across the arm of the couch, reaching into his pocket to pull out his own stash and you gasp, mocking offence.

“You had your own weed all this time and you’ve been smoking mine?”

He rolls his eyes, settling the joint between his lips and lighting it. He inhales slowly, watching the tip as it sparks to life, eyes flicking back to you as he exhales, “I was gonna share,”

He holds out the joint for you, however as soon as you go to steal it he holds it back, just out of your reach, “what’s the magic word?”

“Oh my god, are you kidding?” you ask through a laugh, straining forward further in an effort to reach it but you’re hindered from the way you’re sitting. You make grabby hands at it instead.

“Ya want it or not?” he asks, eyebrows raised expectantly. There’s a tension between the two of you, still mostly playful but turning ever the more thick as the moments pass by.

You huff, getting comfy again in your spot, keeping your hand stretched out lazily, “Please,”

As soon as the word leaves your lips you can see his eyes get darker, that infuriating smirk only stretching across his face and you’re so mad that that’s all it takes for the playfulness between you to shatter into pure sexual tension.

Without a word he hands you the joint, enjoying the way you quickly bring it into your mouth for a deep drag to calm your rising nerves. It’s infuriating, how good he looks like this. All calm and relaxed on your couch in the low living room light, curls messy and looking at you through hooded eyelids. You want him. Just his eyes on you like this has a warmth pooling in the pit of your stomach.

You try to play it cool though, taking another slow drag and enjoying the way the smoke rises up around you. His eyes zero in on your lips, watching with a peaked interest as they wrap around the filter, watching the way the smoke escapes them. Neither of you say a word for a while. Just sitting in a comfortable quiet, a forgotten Spotify playlist playing in the background as you pass the joint back and forth.

He didn’t make his move until the final few hits of it. He shifts to sit straighter on your couch, a little more proper. What left his mouth was anything but.

“C’mere,” he says lowly, cocking his head to the side and gesturing to his lap, “gotta nice seat for ya,”

You don’t hesitate to comply, your high erasing any ideas of playing hard to get. You maneuver yourself as gracefully as you can, swinging a leg over his and settling there, straddling him comfortably with his hands on your hips. Once you're settled he raises the joint to his lips, taking in the last drag, eyes glimmering in the low light of the room. He holds it for a second, one hand moves upwards to cup the back of your neck and pulls you in closer.

Your lips are so close, the tension crackling between you like electricity. He tilts his head ever so slightly, lips parting to exhale the smoke into your mouth. You inhale on impulse and your mind goes blank as your lips brush ever so slightly together. You knew people said shotgun kisses were hot, but you had never truly believed them until now.

You know you should pull away to exhale, but you can still feel his lips brushing against yours and your mind is dizzy from the weed and from him and you can’t take it anymore. You close the distance the rest of the way, kissing him slowly through your exhale, smoke slipping through your lips as he returns the motion.

You kiss him like that for a while, enjoying his hands on your waist and the feeling of his chest beneath your hands. You were quickly realizing that Merriell was his own kind of drug. You’d only had a little taste of him and yet you found yourself craving more. His fingers flex against your body and you can’t help to low noise that slips out of your throat. It only spurs him on, emitting a growling sound of his own as he tugs you closer, dragging you against his growing erection. Your hand slides into his hair in response, feeling like you’re so high on weed and him that you might just fly away.

“Is this okay?” he asks against your lips, letting his forehead press against yours while he waits for your response.

You hum your affirmative, nodding your head quickly while diving back into for another kiss, this one much more ravenous than the last. God, you felt like you were starving for him. You couldn’t get enough at the way his tongue slid against yours, the feeling of his hands gliding up and down your body. They continue down the curve on your spine, settling once they reach the globes of your ass.

“You don’t know how many times I thought ‘bout this,” he mumbles, pulling away to stare at you teasingly through hooded eyelids. His accent, already a slow drawl, comes out much thicker when he’s high like this. It washes over you like honey. He smirks at you and before you can begin to wonder what he’s up to he brings one of his hands down in a sound smack against your right ass cheek.

You gasp at the feeling, dulled by the layer of your jeans but rippling throughout your sensitive skin nonetheless. You laugh lowly against his cheek, “likewise,”

He bites his lip on a grin, capturing your lips in a single, filthy kiss as if he knows exactly what it’ll do to you. Your hands wander up under his t-shirt, nails digging in sightly, just as a preview, returning the favour.

Like a switch, he’s on you a little more urgently and things begin to move faster. His hands tug on your shirt impatiently and you obediently part to take it off, shucking your bra off as well, and feeling pleased when he follows your lead. Your hands explore each other's bodies, every inch of new skin. It’s not long before he switches positions, standing up and dropping you back on the couch so that this time you’re laying on it properly. Without wasting a moment, you wiggle your jeans off, tossing them somewhere over the coffee table and taking in the way his eyes darken further at the sight of you.

He crawls his hips between your legs, capturing your lips in a messy kiss before starting to trail them down your body. Your high has your skin feeling so sensitive, every soft brush of his lips feeling like a shock of electricity through your body. He spends time on your breasts, marking and kneading them with his hands, enjoying how responsive you are beneath his ministrations. Though he doesn’t spend long there, clearly more interested in another prize.

He settles, this time his shoulders keeping your legs spread. He presses a soft kiss to your inner thigh, lets his fingers dust over your panty-covered pussy. Your muscles twitch at the feeling, and you feel your cunt clench around nothing. He looks good there, tattoos cover his skin and you long to be able to leave something that permanent on him. Fuck, you want him so bad.

He grins at you, knowing exactly how impatient you must be feeling. And that bastard uses it to his advantage. Sucking marks into your thigh just to watch your squirm. Eventually, he pulls your panties to the side, letting his fingers slide through your folds. He whistles lowly between his teeth.

“Mmm, baby, you this wet for me already?”

The whimper that leaves your lips is pitiful, your hips twitching in an attempt to get the pressure where you need it. He chuckles under his breath, eyes darting between your heat and your face, “Look at you,” he near coos, letting his thumb trace circles around your clit, watching as your mouth drops on a silent moan, “You want it so bad, don’t cha? Sweet thing...”

“Are you gonna be an asshole like this all night?” you ask, breathless but trying to redeem some of your dignity through what little wit you have left.

He laughs, sinking a finger into your heat just to watch the pleasure ripple across your face, “Don’t pretend like you don’t love it.”

And he’s right of course. You do love it, love the way he comments on how wet you are for him, almost mocking. Love the way he’s taking his time to find the most sensitive parts of your body and using them to his advantage. You let out a breathy moan as his finger brushes your G-spot.

The sound must do something to him because within a second he's attaching his mouth to your pussy with a growl, not even bothering to remove your panties before doing so. The heat of his tongue on your clit as his finger works that sweet spot inside of you turns your breathy moan into one much louder.

He’s good with his mouth because of course, he is. Within moments you feel like you're right on edge. And the smug bastard knows it too if the amused glint in his eyes is anything to go by. Your one hand twists in his curls, encouraging his movements while your other works at your nipple.

“God,” you whine, tugging at his hair as you feel heat wind up your spine. You swear you’ve never felt this good. It only takes another flick of his tongue against your click before your orgasm rips through you, thighs attempting to squeeze around his head, stopped by his free hand holding your one leg open so he can work you through it. Your body twitches in its aftershocks, mewling pathetically when the simulation starts to ride that edge between pain and pleasure.

“It’s just Merriell, actually,” he supplies when he pulls away with a smirk.

“I fucking hate you,” you breathe out, pulling him up your body so you can kiss him again, despite your words. He laughs, moaning softly against your lips when your hand finds the bulge in his jeans.

He kisses you for a while, letting you paw at him for a bit before he pulls away to work them off his body. There’s no real rush, the high allowing you to take it slow and enjoy the moment as opposed to the frenzied fucking drinking tends to lead you to.

You whine and he laughs at you, low and cocky as he leans down for another wet kiss, “You hurtin’ that bad for it, baby?”

You beam up at him from your place on the couch, feeling comfy and sexy with the way his eyes trail across your skin, leaving a tingling feeling in their wake. You shrug, watching with interest as he rids himself of his briefs, admiring his cock as he awaits your response.

“It’s been a while,” You say, distracted as you anticipate the stretch required for your body to accommodate him, ‘I’m excited, sue me.”

His hands use your hips to drag you closer to him, lifting one leg onto his shoulder while letting the other wrap around his body. He leans down to kiss you and you only have half a second to wonder the last time your legs were stretched like this before the feeling of his cock at your entrance steals the breath from your lungs.

Your mouth drops open, a moan caught in your throat as he slowly sinks into you. Your eyes roll back, shamelessly enjoying the stretch as he sinks, inch by slow, pleasurable inch. He continues the slowness, but you’re not sure he’s doing so on purpose.

When your eyes focus again you see the definition of bliss on his face as he thrusts slowly in and out of you, moaning lowly in his throat.

“Fuck,” he says, drawing the word out through gritted teeth, “that’s it, takin’ me so good.”

His thrusts begin to pick up, still fucking you slowly but with more force behind them. Each sharp movement of his hips as the tip of his cock dragging sweetly against the deepest parts of you, and it feels so fucking good. In the moment, it’s intense. He’s folded over you, holding your leg against your chest so he can suck and bite at your neck as he fucks you. You can’t help the filthy moans you let loose in his ear, one hand fisted in his hair while the other digs your nails into the smooth skin of his back.

“Merriell,” you gasp, feeling distinctly insane with the pleasure you're feeling. Your head drops back onto the couch, body jolting with each thrust of his hips. It’s good, god, it’s so good. But the need that burns through your veins makes you impatient, “Let me ride you.”

The words are out of your mouth before you can stop them, but it’s a suggestion he is clearly open to acting upon. He quickly pulls out, sitting back in his original position and pulling you on top of him.

“Be my gu-” he doesn’t finish his sentence, instead tapering off into a moan as you waste no time in sinking down on to him again, “Christ,”

You waste no time. Quickly stabling yourself with your hands on his shoulder and maneuvering yourself up and down on his cock. Now it’s your turn to watch him. Watch him as his eyes roll back and his hands grip your hips with a vice-like grip. That smirk never strays from his face though, clearly enjoying himself.

“You look so pretty like this,” he talks, bringing a hand down on your ass again, loving the way it spurs you on, “talk to me baby, tell me how it feels.”

You moan, loud and borderline pornographic, “You feel so good,” you breathe, biting harshly down on his lip, savouring the growl that vibrates through the both of you, “Oh, fuck, Merriell, you feel so good,” You emphasize your words with a particularly good roll of your hips.

You can tell he’s getting close by the way his hips start to snap upwards to meet yours and the way his brows furrow in concentration, “Fuck, baby girl,” he groans, unaware at the way the nickname makes you melt, “tell me you’re getting close. I wanna feel you cum around my cock.”

You nod immediately, pulling on his hair so you can capture his lips harshly, letting him bite your lip and pull your hips frantically against his own, “yes,” you whimper, “yes, yes, fuck imgonnacum,” you rush out, feeling like every touch he’d ever laid on you compiling into this one moment. It’s completely overwhelming and for a moment, you blackout.

When you come to he's kissing at your neck, hands massaging and pull at your ass, helping you ride of the aftershocks of your orgasm. His sounds have turns high and desperate against your neck, hands gripping at your skin so hard you think you’ll have bruises tomorrow. He needs you to keep going. Give him something.

The small, dare you say whimpery, “Oh baby, please,” has you moving quickly, almost as desperate to make him finish as he is to finish.

In the blink of an eye, you’ve lifted yourself off of him and onto your knees in front of him, quickly enveloping his entire length into the warmth of your mouth.

“Oh fuck, baby,” He moans urgently, both hands coming to tangle in your hair as you work your mouth over his cock, eyes trained on his face, “Fuck, I can’t-”

You hum, encouraging and within seconds you feel him reach his climax. His head thrown back, hips twitch upwards into the welcoming heat of your mouth, a low long moan pulled from his throat. He lets you bring him down, continuing to suck and lick softly at his spent cock, eyes lazily following your every movement.

When he finally pulls you up off the floor it’s to kiss you, lazy and heated. You collapse basically on top of him as you kiss, unbothered by the smallness of the couch and the cold air that bites at your cooling skin. He makes a noise in his throat when you pull away, watching in amusement as his eyes barely open to look at you.

“‘M so fuckin’ high.”

It pulls a laugh from you, bubbling up from your chest. He smiles, bright, relaxed and dazzling, “Hope you weren’t plannin’ on kickin’ me out because ‘m not movin’ for a while,”.

You rest your head on his chest, letting yourself sink into the moment with him, your own high coming back to you as you bask in the post-sex haze.

“You're still gonna get me discounted tattoos though right?"

[sleepylixie]

OKAY OKAY your Incubus!Hyunjin story is literally so good?? First of all it wrenched my tiny little heart, like the pain when your love destroys the only other person you deeply care for simply because of your nature I'M CRYING especially because he never wanted to fall in love with her but it happened either way and in the end they're both reduced to a shadow of themselves, not able to be happy ever again 😭😭 also I love love love how you introduced everything, telling the story of Lilith and the birth of the succubi/incubi and then obviously that snippet you gave me to read earlier (I still adore it btw 💗) and then how you described the concept of love for these demons. It lies in the nature of a demon to cause havoc and an emotion as pure as love or even only affection is doomed to be soiled when the unholy touches it. It's almost as if the sheer audacity to feel something like love, to reduce something as good as selfless affection to a sentiment even a demon is able to feel, to mock its purity in a way that even unholy beings have a share of it, needs to be punished. A demon can't just stop their destructive tendencies, they can't decide to suddenly create something as this lies not in their ability, so when they actually try to reach for the stars, to shake the fundament of the natural order by trying to be something they aren't, to do something they weren't made for, their own nature turns against them and the other person involved who was 'weak' enough to be sullied by the demon's darkness ;-; in the end both parties get punished by the,,, universe(?) for going down a path they weren't supposed to I guess it's sad but you described it so beautifully 👌🏻💗 and sorry for my long ass peroration I kind of just rambled along heh anyway I enjoyed it a whole lot!!!

I- 🥺 Lix you are literally the sweetest person I've met on this site omf the amount of detail in this ask

It is what differentiates heaven from hell, the idea that whatever hell touches, it will destroy. It only made sense that the logic applied to their twisted idea of love and affection as well. It's also probably why the term sweet sins is used so much, because the demon plane makes even the most depraved of things seem beautiful in their presence, no matter if it's sucking your soul away. Tis the hazard of loving an unholy creature. :')

It made me so happy to read through it and know that my words came across exactly the way i envisioned them and AGH. ALL OF THE SAD DEMON FEELS. I'M SO HAPPY YOU ENJOYED READING IT AS MUCH AS I ENJOYED WRITING IT I'M SO HAPPY MY FEVER DREAM INDUCED WRITING LEFT YOU WITH THINGS TO THINK ABOUT AHAAA SO MANY THINGS TO BE HAPPY ABOUT-

[writemywaytoyourheart]

BTS Reaction: their s/o really enjoys astrology

Requested: yeah! thank you nonnie 😘

a/n: if any of this is wrong, I claim to be a fool already and I'm so sorry, but I hope you enjoy this! Also, sorry it took so long >.< my eighth BTS reaction bbies, at this point that doesn't matter, but it's tradition now lol (^-^)√💞

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Genre: fluff

KIM SEOKJIN: Dec. 4: Sagittarius

Omf, he so cute, I'mma f*ckin lose it. 

Jin would think you’re adorable. he’d love that you were so interested in this and were pretty serious about it.

"Jin?" You call out suddenly, looking up from your notebook. A second later you hear him answer you from the other room.

"Yes princess?"

"Can you come here for a second?"

Jin pokes his head into the room with his eyes wide and puckered lips, making you laugh at the silly look on his face. He smiles and comes in all the way, "what did you need baby?"

Waving him over to your desk he kneels down next to your chair, you turn back to your notebook to scribble something and say nonchalantly, "we're going on a trip." Jin raises his eyebrows and touches your shoulder to get your attention, "what do you mean? You wanna go on a trip?" You look at him and smile, "well, yes I think it would be nice. But we're going for you." He looks bewildered and ruffles his hair in confusion, "b-but I never said anythi-"

"But you wanted to."

"Huh?"

"Oh you, silly. I know you love to travel and get out, experience the world." You open your arms wide and then go back to writing, making him laugh.

"What are you on about, y/n?"

"Nothing..."

"Mmhmm, get over here." Jin starts to tickle you and laugh as you squeal and try to squirm away from him. "Jin stop!" He shakes his head and starts giving you kisses all over your face as he continues to assault you with tickles, "not until you tell me what you're up to!" Finally you relent and gasp out, "ok! Ok fine I'll tell you! Stop!" Jin pulls his hands away and smiles in satisfaction. You start trying to get your hair out of your face as you say breathlessly, "I....I know you like to travel, even though you never talk about it much. I know, because you're a Sagittarius...and they love to experience the world." There's a split second of silence, then Jin starts to laugh and leans in for a hug, but he doesn't even look too shocked, "Oh princess, is that why we're going on a trip?" You nod against his shoulder and he smiles fondly.

"Y/n, you're so cute. What am I going to do with you?" You peck his cheek and he grins, "would it happen to say anything about me being Worldwide Handsome?" He asks smugly. You slap his chest playfully.

"Of course not, you fool." Jin looks hurt and he pouts, "rude."

"Only because it's only you that's worldwide handsome, not every Sagittarius." He grins at your last comment and hugs you again.

MIN YOONGI: Mar. 9: Pisces

Ofc he's a Pisces, he's a soft bean and we all know it. 

I feel like Yoongi would be kind of confused and not fully understand it lol, but he wouldn’t be opposed to it.

"What are you doing?"

"Huh? Oh, nothing."

"...I don't believe you."

You laugh as Yoongi sits down next to you and tries to look over your shoulder where you're scrolling through Instagram. You push him gently, "go away you sneak." He pouts and stops trying to look, slumping down in his own spot and whining, "I don't trust you." You look at him in mock offense and scoff, "why don't you trust me? What did I ever do wrong?" 

"You're giggling."

"So?"

"Giggling in a suspicious way."

"Oh my gosh, seriously?" 

"Yes."

You roll your eyes and nudge him with your shoulder, "stop being so silly." He grunts but lets it go and goes back to his own phone. A few minutes later you start to giggle again and steal glances at him every now and then. Finally he reacts and snatches your phone before running to the bedroom.

"MIN YOONGI!!" You shout when he zooms away, "get back here right now!!" You jump up and chase after him, catching him on the bed scrolling through your phone. "Yoongi, you're a little brat, you know that?" He nods and keeps scrolling, confusion written all over his face. 

"What is this stuff you're looking at anyway? I'm confused."

"It's called astrology, genius. Now give it back." You sit next to him and he hands your phone over, uninterested now since it means nothing to him. You shake your head and turn back to keep scrolling when you hear him pipe up, "I still don't get it. What does 'The SIgns when they fall in love' mean and why were you giggling about it?" You smother another smirk that threatens to burst out on your lips and mumble, "just that you're a big softy and won't admit it." He looks at you sharply, "what did you say?" 

"Oh, nothing."

"Liar."

"Stop acting so tough."

"What are you talking about? I am tough." 

"Sure, whatever you say, Pisces."

"Huh?"

"Nothing."

JUNG HOSEOK: Feb. 18: Aquarius 

oh fack, wait...no one touch me...I’m calling the police hoseok, you b*tch.

I feel like Hobi would also be confused at first, but then he’d become just as interested as you.

"Hey love!"

"Yeah?"

"Can I borrow your laptop?"

"Sure baby!" You smile and turn back to keep looking in the fridge for food. A few minutes pass and you hear Hoseok walk into the kitchen.

"Y/n?"

"Yeah baby?" You stop spreading mayonnaise on your sandwich and turn to see Hobi walking over to you with a confused look on his face. "What is this? 'The Signs as candy' and why is it on your laptop?"

You stare at him for a second and he continues, "I- I wasn't snooping. I just turned it on and this was on the screen and I was just confused and-" you burst into laughter and hold your side as it starts to feel like you might get stitches from laughing so hard, "don't worry love, I know you weren't snooping, and I was just looking at things." He quirks an eyebrow at you, "things, huh? Pretty interesting topic if you ask me..." You chuckle and walk over to him, waving him over to sit on the couch, "I can show you if you want, it's pretty fun."

Hobi follows you and sits on the couch beside you, handing you your laptop and watching you go to Instagram and find an account, then click on one of their pictures titled, 'The Signs when they see a fight'...He squints at it and then looks at you, "I don't get it." You laugh and explain, "ok, so you know the star signs?" He nods slowly, "I've..heard of them, yes." You point at the screen and continue, "well, depending on your birthday you have a star sign and the signs all typically have similar traits with people of the same sign, and yours is Aquarius. So, sometimes I find it fun to look at different things and see if they're true or not." Hobi nods as he starts to understand and then he looks at you, "well, what kind of candy was I?" You laugh and go back to the previous post to check.

The two of you completely lose track of time and sit there looking up different scenarios and funny comparisons and laugh about what each of your signs are described as. He's definitely hooked, that's for sure.  

KIM NAMJOON: Sept. 12: Virgo

Wow....thighs...

Oh, Namjoon is totally for it, and he isn’t gonna let you think you’re the only one that specializes in this, just so you know.

"Namjoon, you're an idiot." 

That's the first thing you say to him after they turn the cameras off when they finished the interiew, the boys all coming off the set. Namjoon looks at you in shock and puts his hand on his chest, "hey, why am I suddenly an idiot?" You can't hold your laughter in any longer and start giggling uncontrollably. Namjoon takes you gently by the elbow and leads you away to a quiet place so you can talk. 

"Now, explain."

"Ok fine." You start chuckling again because you just can't help it.

He looks at you expectantly and then sighs, "you're making me anxious, why did you say that and why are you laughing?" 

See, this war between you two started after he claimed to know more about astrology than you, to which you gladly fought him on. And now, after months of bantering and bragging about the things you both knew, you finally had something on him. You look at him smugly and say as nonchalantly as you can,

"What sign are you, Joonie?"

"Ah, we're back to this huh?"

"We most certainly are, so answer the question."

"This is pointless, we both know I know perfectly well what I am, I'm a Virgo."

"A Virgo, huh?"

"Yes."

"Sure you're not a Virgin, Joon?"

Namjoon's face pales the instant you say that, "oh no, y/n please tell me I didn't say that in the-" by the look on your face it proves that, oh yes, he said that, and he crumples in embarrassment. He puts his big hands up to his face and groans loudly, "I am never going into public again. Shut up y/n, you're not helping." But you can't stop laughing, not yet. It was too funny, and you knew ARMY would have an absolute field day with this. Namjoon can't help but smile at you, even in his distress.

"I'm sorry Joonie baby, I really am." He just shrugs miserably.

"Maybe I can convince them to reshoot the interview..."

Oh, you doubt that would happen. And now you're one point ahead, even though it was a mistake, it was done and hilarious at that.  

PARK JIMIN: Oct. 13: Libra

Oh sh*t, careful boi, you gon' break that precious neck.

Hmm, Jimin would definitely want to learn more about this, you teaching him of course ;)  

You were currently obsessed over this newfound knowledge of yours of the Zodiac signs and you spent a lot of your time with your nose in your phone; learning all you could about everything. Jimin was delighted that you had found something that intrested you and made you light up while talking about it. But to be fairly honest; he missed your cuddles and attention a lot. 

One day he comes into your room and sees you mulling over books and your phone. He sneaks up on you and tickles you, laughing when you squeal and jump in surprise.

"Jimin!! You scared me! Don't do that!" 

"Sorry baby~ I just miss you~" Jimin whines and snuggles his face into your neck. You giggle and pat his head, "wanna join me?" He contemplates that for a minute then nods his head, ruffling your hair. Spending time with you like this was better than none at all. Jimin sighs as he plops down next to you, "so, what are you reading about now?" You smile slightly as you give him a side-glance, "oh, just reading up on Libras." He nods and says quietly, "Libras...that sounds familiar, why is that familiar to me?" You laugh and turn to him.

"Well, probably because it's your sign."

"Oh...oh really?? What does it say about me?" He's suddenly very attentive and tries to get a look at what you've been reading. You snatch it away and giggle, "well, I'll tell you, just calm down." He sits back and nods, waiting for you to continue, and you do.

"Libras are very friendly, they love to talk to people and are very charming- get that smirk off your face." Jimin giggles and ducks his head shyly, "what else does it say?" 

"Well, Libras often hide their emotions when they feel it would burden someone else. They try to make it a happier mood when someone is feeling down." Jimin has gone silent and you can tell he's listening carefully.

"They're also hot as fu-"

"Y/N!!" Jimin shouts in surprise and laughs, trying to hide his blush when he sees your teasing smile. 

"Sorry. I couldn't help it."

Jimin composes himself and then flips it around on you, winking and smoothing his hair back. You blush and turn to go back to your book, but he gets your attention again. 

"What else does it say?"

"That you're a big ham. That's what."

"Wha-"

KIM TAEHYUNG: Dec. 30: Capricorn

Don't ask me why I chose this one, it's cute ok?? Geez, lay off, susan.

Tae would be a sweetie, he'd love to listen to you talk about it for hours on end, and he'd be genuinely interested. 

Tae comes over and puts his chin on your shoulder to look at your notebook and phone while you lay on your stomach on the bed, "whatcha doin'?" He asks cutely and you hum in reply, "just studying, nothing much." He flops himself down next to you and peers up at you through his lashes; looking like an adorable puppy. You laugh and poke his forehead gently, "are you needing attention?" He nods and you laugh again before setting your attention on him, rubbing his tummy like he was an actual dog. He giggles and snatches your hands to kiss them softly.

"What are you studying?"

"Astrology, remember I told you about it the other day?"

He nods and smiles, "yeah, you got so excited after finding some stuff yesterday. How's it coming along?" You sigh and lie your head down next to his, "it's a little confusing with all the different rising sun and moon and star signs, but it's also interesting to learn about how these things came to be talked about. The history, you know?" Tae nods again and looks at you fondly, "that is pretty cool, to learn about people in the past. Anything about my sign you care to share?" You laugh and play with his fingers.

"Well, you're a Capricorn star."

"Ah, really?"

"Mmhm."

"Interesting....and, what does that mean?"

You laugh again and shrug, "well, so far what I know is, it seems like everyone hates Capricorns, always calling them cold and heartless. But, I think that everyone secretly loves them the most." Tae looks interested now, "and why would they hate us?" You shrug but continue, "not sure, but it seems like they always call Capricorns the mean ones. And Aries..." Tae pouts, "I'm not mean, or cold."

"I think that's the point though."

"How do you figure?"

"You can look intimidating to people that don't know you, but you're actually the exact opposite. Like I said, everyone is secretly whipped for Capricorns. Also, Capricorns are said to be very strong-willed and just. Sorry, I need to read up on them more, but Capricorns seem very misunderstood, they really are wonderful signs, I gotta get more info..."

Tae's deep laugh echoes around the room and you chuckle as he pulls you into a bear hug, "I’m flattered, and what about you? Are you whipped for me too?" You wink at him and smirk.

"Oh definitely, you cold hearted beast."

JEON JUNGKOOK: Sept. 1: Virgo

Again, don't judge my gif pickings... I have my reasons 😑 just look at that smile. I'm weak.

Jungkook would also love to hear you talk about all you know, and he'd find it funny to look through things about your sign. 

Jungkook comes in with the spare key you gave him and sets his bag on the kitchen table before calling out to you.

"Hey y/n, are you home?" 

He hears you scurry out from the back room and smiles at your mussed up hair and the sight of you still in your PJs. You give him a quick hug, "hi Kookie!" Then you scuttle to the kitchen to scavenge for food. Jungkook laughs and follows you; leaning on the counter to watch you paw through the fridge and cabinets.

"Did you stay up late studying?"

"Uh, kind of, not exactly."

Jungkook raises an eyebrow, "what do you mean?" You huff after finding nothing but some pop tarts, grabbing them out and turning back to him. "I didn't study for school, but I did study something else." Jungkook gives you a knowing look.

"Ah, it's astrology isn't it?"

"Maybe."

"Knew it."

"Well I didn't have class today, so what was the harm of staying up?"

Jungkook laughs and snags a pop tart for himself, "I didn't say there was anything wrong with that. Anything you learned and wanna tell me about?" You smile and nod, walking over to sit at the table with Jungkook right behind you.

"Well, right now I'm learning things I already knew."

"Ah, like what?"

"About your sign, Virgo. I already knew it though since I know you like a book."

"Excuse me, I am not an open book."

You laugh and shake your head at his offended expression, "I didn't mean it like that, quite the opposite actually. Since Virgos tend to be closed off and don't really open up unless they truly know and trust the person. I feel honored that you opened up to me." You smile at his slight blush.

Jungkook nods and keeps chewing his pop tart, "that's true I guess. Well, what else did you look at?' You pull your phone out, “actually, I found some really funny things. Wanna see?" Jungkook dusts his hands off and you try not to giggle at him, then he nods and scoots his chair closer, "lemme see.”

You two laugh as you find funny 'The Signs As' posts and argue about whether or not you agree with them and he can't help but tease you on the ones that exposed you.

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a/n 2.0: keep in mind, that 90% of this was made when I was running on oreos at 3 am. pls be kind.

[stvllioner]

Ok, so can I get a scenario for Sen Kaibara, Hitoshi Shinsou, and Yo Shindou (seperately) where their s/o’s big doggo (Great Pyrenese; they look like polar bears and I love it) keeps cock blocking them because the dog his hella protective of their s/o and the dog just refuses to get off his s/o, giving them severe blue balls.

Kaibara x Reader // Shinsou x Reader // Shindou x Reader

warnings: suggestive themes.

a/n: i looked at the dogs and theyre so cute omf. also sorry for the error earlier! tumblr isnt acting right. thank you @darkseptigirl !

Kaibara:

Every time he’d get so close. Very close. Just right there. Boom your Great Pyrenees comes to your not needed rescue.

“Are you kidding me!?” He yells in frustration as you giggle at his distress.

“That’s a good boy! Protect me from villains!” You encourage while scratching behind the ears of the Great Pyrenees. Sen watches, places a hurt hand on his heart taken back. 

“What?! Babe please, ever since you got him he’s been cock blocking me for 2 weeks!” He whines, trying to get close to you again, Snowball moving just as fast. Sen yelps at the sharp teeth moving to bite has hand. Snowball growls at him, moving every time he moved. Sen crosses his arms in frustration and sits on the other chair opposite to you.

“He’s so cute, maybe if you welcome him, he’ll love you~” You mock, blowing him a kiss. He rolls his eyes, glaring back at the predatory animal. Sen let’s out another whimper and puts his hands together getting on his knees.

“Please babe, just once, I wear I’ll be good.” He begs you, looking desperate. You smile widens as you put your beautiful companion pet, Snowball. 

“I’m starting to think you’re the dog,,, always wanting my attention, protective, humping my leg when you get the chance–”

“(Y/N) PLEASE NO MORE GAMES- just once, please?” It’s his turn to give you puppy eyes. You fake ponder for a seconds to keep him on edge.

“Okay.” was all you said before you quietly aided to Snowball. “Don’t make me regret it~” you joke as he scrambles to your bedroom.

Shinsou:

“What’s it’s name again?” He asks lazily, gazing at the dog for only a second. He was about to pull you close until an unknown stopper disrupted his plans.

“Snowball is not an “it” and he is my Great Pyrenees.” You say proudly as you pet him softly as he rubs against his legs. Shinsou sighs, rubbing his eyes before muttering,

“Great a dog is getting more action than me. And I told you this already.”  He remarks, and you blush slapping his arm as he stares down the dog.

“Don’t say that! It hasn’t been that long…”

“It’s been a month.” He reminds you, crossing his arms in the same predatory nature as Snowball. You roll your eyes, bending down to scratch Snowball’s belly. 

“Well, I thought you weren’t interested anyways.” You mumble, pouting down at Snowball. Your face flushes at his next words.

“I’m always interested. So you better be in the room in two minutes.” He commands, walking off to said room. You jump up, heart hammering in your chest as you prepare Snowballs with trembling hands excited for what’s next to come.

Shindou:

He tried to ignore it at first, showing fake compassion for the new pet you had adopted into your custody. At first he’d wondered why you had even got that mut, only for that mut to be even worse of an idea than it was to him before as he would get in the way even if Shindou if so breathed around you. 

“Who’s a good boy? Yes you are, yes you are!” You shout excitedly as he successfully obtained the toy you had thrown at for him to grab. 

“He certainly is.” Shindou grits out, a wide fake grin plastered on his face, hands on his hips making sure to take up as much space as possible. You turn your head to look at your lover, smiling brightly.

“Hey babe! Come to play with us?” You ask throwing the ball again to watch in glee as Snowball catches the ball gracefully. 

“Actually yes I did come to play with one of you.” He says with a bright smile, you squint your eyes seeing through him easily. You congratulate Snowball again, grabbing the ball and thrusting it towards his direction. 

“He’s a big ole’ goof, so throw it as hard as you can; he’ll catch it!” You encourage and he nods his head, grabbing the soaked ball and throwing it as hard as he can. Your shocked as he pulls you in fast as soon as Snowball starts booking it for the neon ball. You blush furiously as he grabs your rear, kissing and biting your neck. You pant as you cling onto him. He let’s go of your neck with a wet “pop” and leans up to your ear.

“I’m not letting a damn dog steal my place. You better be inside when he gets back or else.” He warns, letting go of you and giving you a quick kiss to the cheek and walking back inside. 

Needless to say, you obeyed his orders.

[neokollection]

Our Little Secret ㅡ Mark (M)

A/N: I cannot stop listening to So Am I omf-

Word Count: 3.1K

Teaser  :  Waxing your vagina has pros and cons, but a cute boyfriend willing to give you a little attention is definitely a pro.

** SMUT ** (fem. reader) ; oral (f. receiving), fingering, masturbation, swearing, n a lil surprise at the end. Mostly fluff by the way.

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The wax was warm, initially it was uncomfortably so, but after a second or two it soothed your skin.

You weren’t sure how audible your breathing was, as your ears were preoccupied listening to the blood rush past-

1, 2, 3!

With a swift movement you ripped the strip from you, a mangled yelp of pain escaping you.

“Ow! Ow!”

Hurriedly, you blew upon the skin, hoping the cool air would ease the pain of the raw skin. Looking at the strip, you were pleased to find a clump of hair.

You'd been blaring So Am I in the bathroom, the echo off the tiles pleasing enough to have you smiling to yourself as you heard Taeyong's familiar voice. Tossing the used wax strip into the nearby waste bin, you began heating up another between your palms before your self-waxing session was interrupted. Mark's picture illuminated your screen, a cheesy picture you'd taken of the two of you- Clinging onto his back with an arm slung around his shoulders, your cheek resting against his mop of light hair as you took the picture in the bathroom mirror- This very bathroom. You had a certain affinity for that photo- The veins along his arms contrasting nicely as he hooked his hands beneath your knees, his endearing grin making you fall in love for the millionth time with him. Realizing you should answer it, you placed the wax between your thighs to keep it warm.

"Hey-"

"Hey- What's up?"

He knew you were up to something, picking up on the 5th ring was unusual for you.

"Nothing," you lied, pressing your phone between your cheek and shoulder to peel the plastic off the warm wax paper before applying it.

You hissed to yourself gently as he talked, but it must have gone unnoticed.

"Can I come over?"

"Uh- If you want."

"I'm bored," he whined, drawling out the last syllable.

The two of you chuckled in response.

"You can come, but... I want something."

"Uh," he began, an awkward giggle flowing out after, "What do you want?"

"Could you like, possibly, bring a hoodie or something by chance- Please?"

"Are you cold or something?"

You smiled against the phone, biting on your lower lip for a moment.

"Kind of-"

"You're so cryptic- You just want it to steal it, don't you?"

"Hey!" you shot back, "It's not stealing if you voluntarily give it to me!"

He laughed heartily, his voice going up an octave.

"Besides," you began, lowering your voice, "I always give them back."

Mark made a small hum of acknowledgment, the sound cute.

"Oki," he hummed- You could nearly hear his grin, "I'll be over in like... thirty minutes?"

He sounded unsure- Knowing his timing guesstimates he'd probably take forty-five.

"Oki~" you mocked before giggling lightly, "Then-"

"Stay on with me-"

"Stay on the line?"

"Yeah- I'll get ready and take a bus over- Tell me about your day."

"B-But... I'm kind of doing something right now," you frowned.

"Okay, wait," Mark blasted, "Earlier when I'd asked what you were up to you said 'Nothing'."

"Yeah, but like- I'm waxing," you admitted.

"Waxing? ...Waxing what?"

"Me!"

"Duh," he guffawed, "I mean like which part-"

You thought for a moment, thinking how to word it.

“O-Okay,” Mark stammered, “I got it.”

He took a moment before giggling at your silence, sensing your embarrassment.

“Do you need anything else?” he piped up.

“No,” you answered quietly, “Just you- And your sweatshirt.”

“So, you need me?” he teased gently.

“I’m hanging up,” you cracked.

“See you soon, baby,” he practically purred.

Each time he’d call you by a term of endearment it had your insides churning in adoration, a blush creeping up your figure and your gaze dropping to the small smile you wore.

“See ya,” you sang back.

Placing the back of the now warm phone back on the cool tile you took a breath before tearing the wax paper from yourself once more.

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You weren’t sure exactly what you’d been expecting. It was enflamed and tender to the touch- You’d tried running some cool water over it and patting it dry to alleviate the sensitive skin, but to no luck. You chose to pull on a pair of cotton boxers after rubbing a tad of lotion into the skin to hydrate it. The boxers were comfortable, not clinging to you and allowing a comfortable airflow. You were organizing your fridge, emptying containers and bottles before tossing them in the trash when your phone buzzed atop the counter noisily. He was here, going to your door, you buzzed him in on the nearby screen.

Feeling a tad sweaty from your ‘exciting’ day, you scurried to your room, yanking off your t-shirt before tugging on a new one, stopping midway to rush to your bathroom and reuse your deodorant. Noticing your trashcan showing your earlier endeavor, your rolled a wad of toilet paper before pushing it down to cover the evidence. A knock was sounding at your door next, causing your to hurriedly poke your arms through the holes before your legs were carrying you to the door.

“Hi,” you breathed, opening the door suddenly.

“Air conditioning,” Mark basked, stepping through the doorway.

You feigned a purse of your lips as he didn’t greet you, but were left with bewildered raise of your brows as he pulled the hem of your shirt into place, It’d gotten stuck on the curve of your hip, allowing a sliver of skin to be visible.

“Thanks...”

Slipped his slides to the side of the doorway, he padded towards your small sofa, dropping to it with a long breath of relief. Shuffling towards him after closing the door, you outstretched your hands in attempt to get him to toss you the bright purple sweatshirt that folded neatly on his chest.

“Come get it,” he teased, folding a hand behind his head in an arrogant manner.

Bending forward to snatch it from him you were pulled onto him- Ungracefully and unceremoniously. Nearly kneeing him in the stomach, you clamored on top of him, his grip upon your upper arm controlling. Dropping your hands to his chest to hold yourself up he let out an ‘oof’. Pulling out of his grip, you sat up, straddling his hips as your hands went to the soft sweatshirt, unfolding it to get a good look at it. It was big, just how you like it- You couldn’t see him, but you could feel his hands upon your hips, giving a tender squeeze before moving to clasp them at the small of your back. His fingertips brushed the fabric of your shirt upward, warm palms pressing into your skin gently. You brought the material to your nose, unable to hide your giddy grin at the wonderfully familiar scent. You hummed happily, draping it across the back of a nearby cushion carelessly before bending down to clasp his soft cheeks in your hands.

“Your skin is so soft,” you murmured, distracted for a moment, “It’s no fair-”

“What do you mean?” he grinned, “Yours is too-”

His fingers unclasped, the warmth of his palms sliding up your back, beneath your shirt, his fingertips minutely tickling you along the way. Shivering at the contact, you felt your shoulders shrug upward, letting your face fall away from his, snuggling into the warmth of his neck- His skin was so soft, smooth as silk, warm as the comforting ceramic of your mug filled with steaming milk, and his scent- His scent was the best- Partly an aroma of his body wash, a clean scent with a slight must to it, but also something you’d never be able to pinpoint; his natural scent.

“I missed you,” you murmured into his skin, letting yourself melt against his figure.

He could feel the hairs on the back of his neck stand to attention at your words and proximity, squirming lightly at the sensation of your breath on his neck.

“You’re so soft,” he whispered.

He meant it in all ways implied, drawing a hand away from your skin to thread into your hair. Other hand, idle on your back stretched across, wrapping around you in an embrace as he massaged the back of your scalp gently with his wandering fingertips. Unable to control yourself, you squirmed, giddy with butterflies at the sweet affection you’d been craving. Doing so, you let the front of your pelvis bump and drag along his sharp him, whining to yourself quietly as you cringed backwards.

“What is it?” he asked gently, round eyes tracing along you with concern as you resituated yourself.

You pulled down the front of the boxers just enough to show a sliver of the abused skin, irritated and tender.

“It hurts...”

He sat up slightly, leaning one of his elbows as his other hand pulled up the front of your shirt to get a better look. You got distracted by him easily, chewing on your bottom lip gently at how manly his hands suddenly seemed next to yours.

“Lemme see.”

“You just did,” you retorted with a small grin.

Instead of returning your grin he frowned, bottom lip puffed out, a luxurious pink.

“Why’d you do it?”

You thought for a moment- It’d always been something you’d wanted to try, curious as to the look and feel. Not to mention, for intimacy. You’d kept yourself trimmed, but wondered if he’d like a bare canvas better.

“I wanted to try it,” you admitted.

“You don’t have to do this kind of stuff- I don’t mind really- Neither does-”

“I know,” you cut in, “I just wanted to try it. Besides, in a day or two it’ll probably be fine.”

“It’s so soft; you’re so soft,” he marveled for a moment, having let his hand wander down to graze the skin gently, “Let me see,” he tried again.

His eyes were glossy with intent, “I won’t do anything weird-”

His choice of words made you grimace.

“I-” he paused, “...want to take care of you-”

It was his turn to have a blush creep up his cheeks. Something about him seeing you so bare and open made you uncomfortable, yet you didn’t completely dislike the idea either.

“Okay,” you breathed softly.

“The bedroom-” you added... It was darker there.

Something about the moment felt so much more erotic that the times the two of you would undress each other- He’d already been pulling your oversized t-shirt over your head before cradling you in his arms as he carried you from the sofa to your bedroom, using his foot to push the door open. He wasn’t completely gentle about setting you down upon your duvet, nor brash about it. His lips were on your neck the next moment, your limbs scrambling to cling to him in desperation. He nearly toppled over onto you as he attempted to draw back, but your hands around his neck held fast. He chuckled into the side of your cheek as you pulled him back into your neck, toes curling at the attention he gave your sensitive skin. His tongue was so warm, his teasing teeth welcomed soft sighs from you as his hands gently pried yours from around his next, intertwining with them as he pressed them to the sheets. Drawing back, he crack a sly smile before pecking your nose- Your chest arched toward him as he rest his cheek against your warming skin, pressing a chaste kiss to the flesh before sitting up.

“I’ve been kind of horny-” he admitted.

He released your hands, moving to pull the boxers from you. As he did so, you arched your back, reaching to unclasp your bra. He breathed out a soft sound, the tent in his jeans straining uncomfortably. You were ethereal. Breasts so plush and inviting, his palms itching to caress them- Your exposed curves stealing away his breath as he took a moment to collect himself. He caught your gaze, hair haloed around your awaiting expression, framing your cheeks messily. No matter how much his cock strained in confinement, he couldn’t help but find your expression cute; lips unintentionally pouty, fluttering lashes catching his attention. To an extent, it was overwhelming.

Ducking down, he stole a quick kiss, making an attempt to draw back before letting himself dip back in, lips intoxicatingly exciting. Mark let out a soft moan into your mouth, wanting nothing more than to cage in your exposed body with his own and kiss your lips raw- But he had other intentions. Willing himself to draw back, he shivered at your words.

“I want you.”

He was abnormally quiet, sliding down your body before pressing a kiss to your hip. His eyes flickered up to your expression, causing you to squirm, his eyes were captivating, a hunger within them causing your chest to constrict. Warm lips danced along you, plush lips dipping into each crevice discovered. His saliva left cool trails, the air conditioning and reprieve of his breath causing a cooling sensation that had you sighing in bliss. He licked a hot stripe along your center, pushing your thighs to the sheets to expose your heat.

“How’s it feel?”

“So good,” you gushed, unable to even conceive of any embarrassed notions you might have had.

He was gentle, planting sweet kisses and careful caresses of his tongue along your soft skin, every now and then running his fingers along you. He blew along your core in gentle puffs before inserting a finger. Your natural lubricant allowed him to easily do so and had him coming back for another taste, his taut jaw set as he suckled on your swollen nub for a moment before messily laving his tongue across it. Your fingers had long been tangled in his hair before your hand was flopping around above your head aimlessly. It was too much- You simply couldn’t keep yourself quiet, or at least a decent volume.

“You’re so soft, baby,” he praised, nosing your flesh as he added a second finger.

Pulling a pillow over your face, you muffled yourself, finally able to let out the sounds trapped inside.

“More- More- I need more,” you begged.

Looking up, Mark felt himself nearly spurt in his briefs, the sight of your body taut with desire and squirming, breasts begging for his touch in plain view- The sounds you made-

“I didn’t bring a condom,” he informed, feeling sorry for himself.

Curling his fingers upwards, your heat squelched with want as he vigorously wiggled his lithe fingers back and forth. An idea came to mind and he leant down in attempt to hurriedly get you off. Tongue flattened against your clit, a third finger stretched you.

“Oh- My… God!” you hiccuped.

His pace was anything but gentle, pumping in and out of you furiously.

“Are you gonna cum?”

You hummed in response.

“On my fingers?”

His voice was tight, his jaw set as his other hand clumsily went to work unbuttoning his jeans. His pace faltered as he pushed them down his thighs.

“Touch yourself,” he advised, referring to your abandoned clit.

You did so, rubbing it in tedious circles as his knuckles once again plunged into you.

“Fuck- You’re so hot,” he breathed, withdrawing himself from his blue briefs.

Hot and hard, his member stood to attention, tip a deep red, already leaking.

“I’m gonna,” you stammered, breath getting caught in your throat.

Hunching over you, he began to tug upon himself.

Your bliss came in waves, the later once having your tendons tightening and body jolting in attempt to push his hand away. You weren’t sure what you said, a mixture of his name and a cry melting into a wanton mewl.

Removing his fingers, he wrapped them around his length, sighing in delight at the lubricant and warm sensation. He hunched over you further, knocking the pillow from you; he needed to see your face. You were flushed, partly from the orgasm, partly from smothering yourself, yet still absolutely breathtaking. Your fucked-out expression had him grabbing a tit, squeezing it in his hand as he hurriedly pumped himself. His breath stopped for a few moments before being let out in a heavy breath, an occasionally moan in the mix before repeated.

He painted your intimacy, a strained expression on his face as his nose crinkled. He cursed under his breath, spurts of glossy cum causing you to shiver at the contact upon your searing skin. He straightened, upon his knees as he milked the last of him, letting it drip onto your pelvis. You wish he’d taken off his shirt- You knew his abdomen was taut, wishing to see his straining biceps and delicately carved abdomen.

“Fuck-“ he cursed lightly, aiming to fall beside you, accidentally knocking knees with you in the process.

“It feels good,” you smiled, the coolant of his cum upon you matched with the AC causing for a divine relief upon your sensitive labia.

“I think I’m a boob-guy,” he blurted suddenly after catching his breath.

“What-?”

“Like… I couldn’t stop staring at them,” he explained, “I mean your butt is cute too, but-”

Even now he wanted to squeeze them, to rest his cheek upon the soft flesh as he toyed with a nipple- To eventually suckle hickies upon them.

“They’ll really nice,” he breathed, “I’ll never get over them.”

Slapping your hands to your face you felt embarrassed, but in a dizzy way. He chuckled tiredly beside you.

“Can we nap?”

“Yeah,” you replied, without a second thought.

You felt a swirl of excitement within you- You’d never had such intimate non-sex; never let him see you so completely bare. Reaching for your nightstand, he cleaned the tip of his member a bit before swiping it along you, careful to be tender in his touch. Tossing it aside carelessly, he snuggled into your side, burying his face in your chest as you turned to your side to drape an arm around his shoulders.

“When we wake up remind me to text Johnny,” you murmured.

Johnny, your other boyfriend.

Mark groaned in realization, “Aw… Shit, he’s gonna be mad he wasn’t invited.”

“Well… It’s not like we planned on this happening-“

“You know what I mean.”

Even if you hadn’t planned on Mark’s face between your thighs, Johnny was one who seemed to take the role of leader- In order for him to happily function with the two of you he had a prying nature, having to know every detail of every reaction to make sure the relationship and all the parts of it could function smoothly- A control freak in a manner.

“It’ll be fine,” you assured, combing a hand through his soft hair as you held him to your chest, beginning to become anxious yourself.  

Johnny could never be mad per say, but his passive aggressive nature would surely show in petty acts once he found out.

[infinitum-imaginaerum]

For the prompt game please could you do an angst with Lucas? For 22 (situation) and 35 (sentence) thank you!!

22: Jealous & 35: You wanna bet? || Lucas;

This is long as truck cause I got carried away as hell. It’s probably not as angsty as you would have liked and for that I’m sorry but I had to really restrain myself from making this NC17. (Which I will do and post in the masterlist…. very soon…) but I’m going to post this as is!  Thank you for requesting, and I’m very sorry if it’s not what you were expecting. 

omf he’s so handsome….

A couple of the boys had invited you over for a card game,which you swore was a huge mistake on their part because it didn’t matter whatgame it was, you knew you would win even if you’d never played before. Cardswere your thing, Taeyong even told them so, but it didn’t stop them frominviting you. They doubted Taeyong; they wanted to see just how good you reallywere.

Eight and you—Taeyong,Lucas, Mark, Johnny, Haechan, Yuta, Jeno and yourself—all sat around a cardtable, Taeyong on your right, and Lucas on your left. Taeyong always opted tosit on your right because he determined that regardless of the game you wereplaying, if there was damage to be dealt, damage was a lot less likely to go tothe right since most games played left. There was no seating objection sincemost of the guys just played games for fun and didn’t really get down to thenitty gritty and specifications of where was the most strategic spot to sit.

The first game played was Beggar my Neighbor, and the objectof the game was to collect all of the cards. Taeyong chuckled; there was no realstrategy, just luck. Nobody else really chuckled as they looked around theroom, attempting to pick the luckiest player. Of course, you weren’t allowed toshuffle per the rules of the table, especially with Taeyong’s protest.  Everyone was dealt 13 cards.

Taeyong was first, since he was left of the dealer. Hisfirst card was a King, which was a big blow to you, who was next. The cardbeing a King deemed that you had to pay three forfeit cards. Taeyong grinned asyou flipped over your first card to the center of the pile on top of his King—afive. You were already shaking your head, especially as you flipped your nextcard—a seven.

Taeyong was ready to snatch up your cards as you rubbed overthe top of your next card, trying to transfer some luck into it. You closedyour eyes and flipped it over.

“Oh, my god. Only you!” Taeyong chimed, a little aggravatedwith your Jack that lay on top of the pile, saving you from forfeiting yourcards, but that turned the pile to Wong Yukhei who was a tad nervous, as he’dnever played the game before.

He flipped over his card, a six, and you collected the pile,turning to stick your tongue out at Taeyong who mocked you in return.  The game continued, turns being taken, peoplelosing cards, people lucking out, people getting away with murder. The highestnumber of cards collected in one go was eighteen by you, of course, and everyonegroaned, now believing Taeyong’s words.

Lucas was getting little bugged; he was the one who invitedyou over to play cards in the first place, and you were all but ignoring him asyou joked around with Taeyong. Johnny ended up winning the game of Beggar myNeighbor, much to everyone’s surprise as he went down in cards pretty early. Thenext game the group decided to play was called Pig, and the object was to getfour of a kind first.

That’s when Lucas’ frustration was really showing. He’dtried to have small conversation with you, but you were pretty short withespecially when Taeyong was just begging for your attention. You ended upleaning on him, trying to get a good look of his cards, just general flirtybehavior that was really getting under Lucas’ skin. He held out, continuing toplay the games as he turned away from you to talk to Mark.

The games continued, you barely even noticed that Lucas wasn’tpaying the slightest bit attention to you, as all your focus was on Taeyong.And how could it not be? The man was gorgeous; he was funny, smart, playful, sohandsome—you could barely take your eyes off him or your shoulder or hand orwhatever you had the luxury of touching him with throughout the games.

“I thought you said she had a thing for me?” Lucas askedMark quietly, kind of getting off track from the game, but it was hard to focusanyway with yours and Taeyong’s laughs being the loudest among the tables asyou goofed around.

Mark shrugged hard, just as confused as Lucas. “She does?She told me herself!” he replied, obviously unsure in his answer.

After a couple more games were over, Lucas excused himselffrom the table and the games for the night.

“Aww, Xuxi’s going to bed? It’s only eleven thirty!” youwhined, reaching out to take his long, slender fingers into yours, even as youleaned your back against Taeyong.

“I had a long day,” he bit back, wanting to tug his fingersout of your grip, but also wanting to lace them together. He could barely evenlook at you, could barely even look at the way Taeyong looked at you. He wantedto slap that stupid look right off Taeyong’s face, he wanted to whisk you awayand show everyone who you belonged to—but he couldn’t, because you didn’tbelong to anyone, and right now you looked a lot more like Taeyong’s than his.

Finally, he tugged his hand away and left to his room. Markshot you look, a questioning eyebrow raise but you brushed it off untileveryone was ready for bed and the games died down. Taeyong headed off to bednot too long after Haechan, who followed Lucas pretty soon after.  Mark sat and waited as the room cleared, Jenotrying to stay behind for dirt but was shot a pretty nasty get lost look. You wanted to leave, but Mark demanded you stay, andhe wasn’t very nice about it, either.

“He’s really hurt with you,” Mark started, wasting no timeat all.

“Who?” you asked, genuinely curious as to who he could bereferring to.

“Don’t play dumb. The one you confessed to me about.”

“Why?” you asked with a seriously confused expression.

“You cannot be that dense,” he replied to you, slapping ahand over his face. “I don’t know, because he’s the one who invited you to playcards and you spent one hundred percent of your time flirting with Taeyong infront of his face? Because I was an asshole and spilled the beans about youliking him, but only because he confessed to me about liking you? Because heinvited you to have a good time with you, not for you to have a good time withsomeone else.”

There was an uncomfortable pause between the two of you, theroom silent as you tried to steer your gaze away from him, suddenly an anxious knotin your stomach—you wanted to throw up, you were so guilty and caught redhanded, not that you were even slightly secretive about it.

“If you want him, you’re really fucking up,” Mark reaffirmed,his raised brows and piercing eyes convincing enough if it wasn’t for hislanguage.

“Should I go talk to him?” you asked, really looking forgood, honest advice right now. Mark was right, you were fucking up. Youadmitted to yourself you got carried away with Taeyong because you’d convincedyourself that you had no chance with Lucas.

“Depends on what type of message you’re trying to send.”

It didn’t take any more questions for you to get yourthoughts in order. You reared from your chair, giving Mark an apologetic lookeven though he wasn’t even close to the one who really deserved it. You ambledto Lucas’ room, the door closed tight which was unusual. Typically, when heturned in early, he at least left it cracked since he was likely to be awakefor a little while longer. Regardless, you clenched your fist, perhaps a littletighter than you intended as you were attempting to stifle the knot in yourstomach. Your white knuckles quietly rapped on the white wood separating youand him.

“Come in,” he voice faintly called from the depths of hisroom. You should have known he’d be awake. There was too much racket in thedorm for him to sleep anyway, since he needed it to be all but silent—the buzzingof electricity through the walls was almost unacceptable.

You turned the bronzed knob, pushing the door open to stepinto the entry way, the wall from his closet still blocking you from his view,so you were able to turn and close the door just as quietly behind you withouthim figuring out who it was—but it wouldn’t take more than a guess or two tofigure it out. Despite that, when you emerged from behind the closet wall, hewas a little surprised to see you.

He sat on his bed, hunching over a book with the nightstandlamp on, barely enough light for him to be able to read. The dull yellowishlight was enough to illuminate his light russet skin, and there was a lot foryour eyes to drink in, as he was sans a shirt.

He looked up at you. “My apologies,” he immediately started,“had I been expecting you, I wouldn’t have been so indecent,” he explainedfurther, frantic for a shirt before finding a tossed white tank that he hastilypulled over his body.

Although you were looking away out of respect for hisprivacy, you responded, “It’s nothing I haven’t seen,” which probably wasn’tthe best option for a response, because his face was far more than unamused. Youcould hardly look as his face, so your eyes shifted to the silver chain aroundhis neck that was now tucked into his tank, the one you’d gotten him for hisbirthday. You were happy to see he was wearing it, but it only caused the knotto double in size.

Suddenly you were at a loss for words, finding it difficultto recall what you even came in for since all you could think about wasobviously how much you’d messed up. It didn’t really matter, because Lucas washappy to fill the void.

“So, why are you here? Because I’m certain you’d rather bein Taeyong’s bedroom with him half naked; I’m sure he’s much nicer to look at,”Lucas snapped, clearly unhappy with the situation and you deserved all thevenom of that bite.

“Actually—”

“Oh, I’m sorry; I had assumed you hadn’t been with him yet.But maybe I was stupid to believe Mark when he told me how you felt for me; butmaybe he was telling the truth and you just get over things quickly.”

It was embarrassing, the way he was talking to you. It stunglike hell, but you took it because you earned it.

“I was just going to say that I wouldn’t know, and I don’treally care to know.”

Lucas scoffed and it didn’t take a rocket scientist torealize that he didn’t believe you for half a second.  “Please; you should have seen you two today.You may as well have just crawled onto his lap in front of everyone and startedmaking out right there.”

His voice was getting rougher, his statements more and more venomousand you swear you almost flinched at the last one.

“Are you jealous?” you queried—you couldn’t help it, he wascrawling deeper and deeper under your skin and you were starting to get alittle defensive.

“I’m just saying that I would treat you so much better thanhim,” he began, getting up on his knees on the bed. “I’m just saying you wouldnever have to try so hard for attention from me. I’m just saying he’s a playerand I’m a lover.” He’d walked his way halfway across the bed in the directionyou were standing, a foot away from the edge of his bed. “I’m just saying you’regoing to get what you pay for.”

You didn’t even want Taeyong, but you were getting to thepoint where you wanted to defend him anyway. “I’m sure if we ever became athing, he would treat me right.  I don’thave to beg for attention from him, just for the record. On top of that, I’msure he has a lot more experience than you and would know how to treat meright.”

He scoffed again, not even believing the garbage leakinginto his ears.

“You think because he’s older, he knows how to treat a girlright?”

You half ignored him, trying to think of something thatwould really get under his skin. “He’s a real man.”

“Oh, okay. That’s where this is going?” The anger in hisvoice was almost palpable—he was so hurt with you and you were just rubbingsalt in the wound. “At least I got meat on me and I’m normal height. I’m justas much if not more a man as he is. I’m sure he can’t even imagine a kiss theway I could kiss you.”

“Having bigger lips doesn’t qualify you as a better kisser,Wong Yukhei,” you snapped back. His feet were on the floor now, a quarter of astep away from your back, which he stepped into as you faced away from him.

“I could kiss you so much better than he could even fathom,”he whispered into your ear, pulling the curtain of hair away from your neck,replacing it with those aforementioned lips, soft as silk against your skin.

It took everything you had to keep your eyes fromfluttering, to keep your head from falling to the side, to keep from meltinginto him and stay on your own two feet. “You couldn’t kiss my eyes closed.”

“Wanna bet?” he growled, his large hands on your hips,guiding you back into his warm and solid body until spinning you around, hands switchinghips as you faced him now, his milk chocolate pools boring holes into your soulas he moved in. “I’ll kiss you breathless.”

“I wouldn’t even lift a leg—”

His warm, silk lips were on yours, interrupting yoursentence. His long fingers, hooked on your hips, turned white from the pressureof tugging you in. Much to the desolation of your previously held position, youreyes fluttered closed in a second, not that he would be able to tell becausehis were shut before your lips even met. Your hands, which had anticipated himand rested on his forearms, slithered up over his muscled biceps and shouldersto loop around his neck.  His armsreadjusted as his lips began to slip from yours—his left arm wrapped around thesmall off your back, his large right hand caressing your cheek and jaw, takinga little more control of the kiss to tilt your head to accommodate the kiss.

You could feel your cheeks burning, but that wasn’t the onlyburning you were feeling. Not only had your eyes fallen closed, winning him thebet, but your arms tightened around his neck, bringing you up on your toes andsubsequently your right foot rose off the ground just a little bit. He wasn’tdone with you there, even when your fingers weaved through his dirty blondehair.

“Lucas,” you breathed, a little labored when he finallybroke the kiss, taking a step back with his left foot to spin the both of youaround, not about to let you finish whatever thought you had on your mind whenhe met you with parted lips for an open kiss. He hungrily swallowed the whinethat followed a tender swipe of his tongue against yours.

Your right hand trailed down his neck, arching him into youand then continued its path over the front of his shoulder and chest. The faintsounds of lips parting after every generous swipe of the tongue only to meetagain was drowned by your breathing, lungs desperate for air which was scarcelydrowned by the mix of his and yours vocal contentment.

The fire in your abdomen only continued to grow the more hekissed you, the more he proved to you that was right—the goal you were tryingto accomplish all along.

“Yukhei,” you tried, breathier this time, lung desperate.

“I’m not done,” he breathed back, a low grown reverberatingfrom deep in his chest. You couldn’t take anymore, your chest heaving againsthis as your head fell back, eyes hazy and half lidded; your needy pleas alittle more audible as his hungry lips traveled your jaw and neck, your collarbonesexposed by your v-neck shirt.

He dared go lower, his lips grazing the tender skin hardlyweathered.

“Okay, okay. You win,” you surrendered, breathe hitchingwhen he nipped at the base of your throat.

“And?”

“And you’re a dumbass for ever thinking I wanted Taeyong. Iknow I messed up, but I’ve only had eyes for you.”

“I knew that the second you walked through that door.”

[guksthighs]

Fake Fangs

TRICK

Pairing: SUGA X READER

Summary: Finding out that Yoongi’s costume didn’t include fake fangs leads to a suprises in the bedroom.

Genre: smut, vampire au

Length: 1.5k

A/N: this was such a good request omf, it ended up filthy but i mean who could blame me.

"Put those fangs to use Min Yoongi," you whispered, your lips grazing his ear and for emphasis you gave it a slight nibble but as you pulled away to go back to kissing him, his hands looped around your waist and kept you in place and you let out a scream as a stinging pain appeared on the column of your neck. Seconds later you shuddered slightly as you felt Yoongi's tongue smooth over the bite, "dude, what the fuck?"

Yoongi pulled back, red blood stained his lips and you tried to pull away, but his brow creased in confusion, "you told me to do it," he pouted before his tongue smoother over his lips, collecting the blood that was smeared there - your blood - you realised with a start.

"Your heart just sped up," he stated, before leaning back into your neck as he planting a kiss to the wound causing you to shiver again, "I know you're enjoying this." Yoongi pulled away again, obviously hesitant over what he was about to do due to your constant complaining but as you locked eyes with his that had turned a deep red colour, you tried to stop yourself from humming in agreement, because you were enjoying it; you were enjoying him.

"Don't you need consent to drink from me?" you stuttered over your words slightly when you received his undivided attention, his fangs resting on his bottom lip and black sweaty hair splayed across his forehead, before you watched him tilt his head slightly in amusement.

"put those fangs to use yoongi," he quoted speaking in a higher voice to further mock you, but there was no time for you to duck your head in embarrassment when his fingers were looped under your neck as he dipped back to your neck. The urge to fight back left as you let yourself melt into his demands, the sound of his drinking made occasional squelching sound and just when you thought he was done, he leant back and whispered into your ear, "you're so cute Y/N."

That's what set you off, making you push him off your chest and onto the bed so you could straddle his waist. Yoongi tilted his head in surprise at your actions but you had been waiting all night for this, and you would not let him call you cute like he always did in the dorm, it was time for you to seduce him, vampire or not.

"You want to call me cute again," you leant forward slowly, and jolted in surprise as his hands landed on your thighs, squeezing the flesh through the fishnet tights you had been wearing for your Halloween costume and in seconds he had ripped two large holes in them.

"The cutest," he replied flashing you a smile and you found yourself grinding your teeth together, the whole point of the party was to get Yoongi to ask you out. Taehyung and Jimin had organised a Halloween party claiming it was because they never got to go trick or treating but really it was all a plan to set you and Yoongi up as a couple.

"I-" you ground into his lap, "am-" he looked up at you, the smirk widening on his lips, "not-" you continued to grind into his lap, "cute!" with the final word you pressed your lips to his, smiling when he let out a low groan against your mouth, and as you felt his arms finally loop around your waist to pull you flush against his chest you couldn't help yourself but smile, finally.

"You're so cute," your groan at the endearment was muffled in a kiss before Yoongi pulled back, his lips so close they brushed yours as he finished his sentence, "I could eat you out." Your eyes widened at his statement, and you watched as his face turned a shade of deep red as he realised what he had said, "I meant up, but if you want me to that badly."

This time you couldn't help but smirk, as you leant in for another kiss, laughing as his fangs snagged against your bottom lip before his tongue grazed across it to check for any sign of blood, just as you licked his lips he pulled away and you groaned sitting up and pouting slightly, "Stop teasing me Yoongi."

"My tongue could do a better job of teasing you than my words," he rolled over so you were underneath him again, and you watched him lick his lips as he looked down at you like you were a five-star meal. You turned your head to the side to avoid his hungry stare before whispering with a laugh,

"If you want to eat me out just ask," Yoongi froze, his body stiffening above you and then his lips were firmly pressed against yours, his urge to fuck you was clear in the kiss as he continued to extract long moans from you just in the way his tongue slipped between your lips, and his hips ground into yours.

"Can I have the pleasure of eating you out?" Yoongi asked, and you laughed before nodding, you honestly couldn't think of anything that you would enjoy more than him showing off the skills he was usually boasting of around the boys, especially when you were over, "I've been waiting so long for this." He ripped the rest of your tights away before running his arms across your body, taking your skirt up with it.

When his head dipped down, you felt butterflies in your stomach, his lips skimming up you thigh starting at your knee as he hummed in approval, hands gripping and smoothing the skin of your thighs, "so so sexy"

You had been ready to kick him in the face when he started his sentence, but instead, you bucked your hips up happily accepting his compliment, until you felt a sharp pain in your thigh, screeching you pulled your legs to your chest, clutching them before inspecting the two small holes on your inner thigh, whipping up to lock eyes with Yoongi who was looking guiltily away, muttering, "it was so tempting and soft and smooth."

You let out a long groan before a knock on the door interrupted you both, causing you to leap up before you heard Namjoon's voice through the door, "everyone decent?" he didn't wait for you to reply as soon after the door creaked open, "Don't drink too much Yoongi."

Meanwhile, Taehyung and Jimin were high-fiving having smelt the scent of your blood again they knew things were going well for the both of you. Surprisingly their stomachs suddenly felt completely empty and they shared a look before running off to look for their respective girlfriends and donors.

Jimin turned around with a laugh calling after Taehyung, "Your donor is dressed like a bag of blood!" Taehyung doubled over with laughter before he continued to run around the groups of people trying to find his girlfriend, knowing she had worn that outfit as a taunt that he was happy to take her up on.

Once Namjoon had finally closed the door;  you turned to Yoongi hand covering the wound on your leg as you tried to stop the bleeding, "So this," you tilted your head towards your thigh and then leant it to slightly to show him the wound on your neck, "this is a thing then?"

"The fangs are real, yes." Yoongi couldn't help himself lick his lips at the thought of tasting you again, the sound and warmth between your thighs had been too tempting and he hadn't thought before his thighs were sinking into the soft skin.

You sighed, "Well, can you at least stop the blood flow I think I'm trashing your sheets," and it was true there was blood splattered all over the sheets, staining it a dark red and you looked nervously at your hand that was also covered in blood wondering if he had hit a vein.

"My sheets have looked worse," Yoongi leant forward, a smirk reappearing on his face as he began to bring his face towards the bite again as if it had his own gravitational pull,"you want me to drink your blood?" He sounded surprised but you could tell he wanted to more than anything.

But quickly you remembered the reason the party had happened in the first time, turning your thigh away from him with a sly smile, "Maybe ask me out on a date first, cheeky." Yoongi smiled at you, running a hand through his hair with a small laugh before taking yours into his and pressing a gentle kiss to the tip of each finger.

"With pleasure."

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[lostcybertronian]

48 with Bim and Dark?

I feel like Bim and Dark would have a somewhat open relationship, with Bim free to pursue the odd puppy crush he sometimes develops for his contestants while still being Dark’s (and Dark’s alone) at the end of the day.

Either way, I really enjoyed writing this. (I fuckin love this pairing omf)

send me a writing prompt!

Prompt 48: “Why are you crying?”

Bim stormed into his bedroom and slammed the door behind him, barely managing to keep himself from crying like some sort of baby.

    The newest episode of Hire My Ass had been a disaster. His latest crush had-

    Bim paused in ripping off his tie. He wasn’t alone. “Dark?”

    The entity seemed to melt away from the shadows, eyes narrowed, lips pulled down in a frown. He stepped closer, hand coming up to stroke Bim’s cheek, thumb brushing away a stray tear. His hand was ice cold, but Bim didn’t dare flinch away. “Why are you crying?”

    His tone was gentle. His eyes told Bim not to try to hide anything.

    So he didn’t. He told Dark about how the sound equipment had malfunctioned, how the recording had corrupted, about how, despite his best efforts, the wrong contestant won and his crush had snubbed him as a result.

    By the time he was done more tears- of frustration, of dejection- were running down his cheeks and he couldn’t look Dark in the eye because he couldn’t bear to see the disgust- or god forbid, pity- that must be there.

    But Dark didn’t mock him. He didn’t regard him with contempt, nor did his hand leave Bim’s cheek.

    There was a moment of silence before Dark leaned in and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to Bim’s lips.

    When he spoke, his voice was hard. “Tell me his name.”

Later

    There was a heavy thump as the body was deposited at his feet.

    “He will not be a bother to you any longer,” Dark said curtly, nudging at the corpse with one well-polished shoe. “In fact, I saved him for you. As a gift. Do with him what you’d like.”

    Bim tossed aside his screenplay, a big grin spreading itself across his face as he saw that the identity of the corpse was the contestant who had rejected his affections. He stooped to examine it, pleased to see that the contestant had died in blistering agony. “Oh, Dark, you didn’t.”

    “I did.” Dark folded his hands behind his back. “Let it be a lesson that nothing goes unpunished.”

    “Aw, thanks, Dark.” Bim stepped over the body so he could give his boyfriend a kiss.

[standbyprompto]

OMF, WORK IT, PROMPTO! Thank you so much, @iwonn-arts

Laissez les bon temps rouler~

In #ffxvwriters (on tumblr and Discord) we can get pretty silly in the #nsfw-chatter channel. Squeeing over the characters of FFXV, headcanons, bits of rp, and of course all sorts of support you didn’t even know you needed is abound. A few weeks back, I brought up the idea of the FFXV cast going to Mardi Gras and my headcanon of the Krewe of Lucis was born. I love being Louisiainian during this time of year. Since today is Mardi Gras (Fat Tuesday), here’s my quick and dirty explanation of what the time of year is and my very first public headcanon.

So, remember the Twelve Days of Christmas? Did you know that actually STARTS on Christmas, and leads up to a holiday in some faiths known as Epiphany? This was the day that the three wise men actually reached the baby Jesus. Thus begins the season of Carnival, which ends with Mardi Gras. There’s also some truth to a lot of pagan rituals being embedded into the season. But this season leads up to the Catholic season of Lent, in where Jesus fasted for 40 days and 40 nights. Humans without divine intervention of course cannot survive this, so Catholics give up something important to them for this time period to show their devotion.

But during the Carnival season… hehe. That’s when you let all that stuff you plan to give up go wild. It’s freedom from the seven deadly sins that you plan to repent for during the Lenten season. All that fun stuff, all that food, all those wild ways… Bring it to Carnival. Afraid God or your boss will see you? Wear a costume and a mask. Hide who you are and do it anyway. You have until midnight on Mardi Gras to get it out. On the morning of Ash Wednesday, you better get your ass to the church to begin your repenting.

Mardi Gras has become, for the most part, a time of celebration, parades, balls/masquerades, music, food (king cakes are the bomb!) and just letting loose. It is not for the rich, it is not for the poor, it is for all classes, creeds, ages, races, and religions. Most of the celebrations are not as wild as the debauchery you see from the media, but man, is it fun. Parades are what I’d like to focus on for my headcanon. Anyone and everyone can create a Krewe and hold a parade (going through proper channels, of course.) Each Krewe has their own rules and ways of celebrating. Generally, parades have floats, bands, vehicles, etc. just like any other parade. The music played is usually more zydeco/jazz styled. Look up “Mardi Gras Mambo” or “Professor Longhair” or “Josephine Par Se Ma Femme” on youtube for a better idea. Float riders traditionally throw things like dubloons, cups, and of course…

…BEADS. They are the prize you go to parades for. Those cheap, plastic, beads that you’ll do anything for. Traditionally in the colors of purple (justice), green (wealth), and gold (royalty) but also found in all colors and all manners of decoration. Float riders will tease you sometimes with prizes until you scream, “Throw me something, Mister!” And we’ve all heard the rumors of women flashing for beads, as well.

Which is why I commissioned that art of Prompto being adorably cheeky and lifting his shirt for some beads. Thanks again so much, @iwonn-arts

Okay, history lesson over, guys. Time for the headcanon! AU where everyone’s here, and everyone’s ok with each other mostly.

It’s a nighttime parade on the streets of Insomnia. The sidewalks are lined with people of all ages, decked out in their silly hats, feathered boas, sequined vests, and swathed in beads. It’s an unruly bunch, but everyone is smiling and laughing and it’s a great time. There’s an electric happiness in the air, as if anything could happen this night and it’d be okay. Kids are climbing streetlamps to get a better view. Vendors can’t keep the alcohol coming fast enough. When people move around, they don’t walk; they strut in time to the zydeco blaring from the speakers of shops nearby. Beads hang from shop windows, balconies, trees, streetlamps. There’s a real sense of freedom about.

The crowd cheers collectively when the parade begins.

·       It’s lead by the Kingsglaive on motorcycles, flanked by a second line that started -hours- ago. Nyx has picked up a few random kids to ride with him and keeps scaring the shit out of them and their parents by popping wheelies and doing donuts.

·       The Hammerhead float is next. It’s a giant mock-up of the Regalia in metallic gold. Cid seems content in the driver’s seat to just yell at the crowd, telling them to be quiet and stand up straight. Cindy is having a blast with Holly, and they’re tossing out plushies of Noctis in various outfits that he can wear in the game. Their beads are special, as they are decorated with wrenches and hammers and cars. Takka is throwing dubloons that offer 20% off at his diner.

·       Iris and Talcott man the Lestallum float, which is designed in honor of the power plant. It glows the same way the meteor does. People can see moogle plushies lining the edge of the float and they are screaming for Iris to throw them one, but she’s looking for something that really is special in the crowd before she throws one. Talcott is throwing beads decorated with cactuars and throwing plushie cactuars to anyone who strikes the cactuar pose.

·       Though the crowd seems to be confused as to why they would cheer on the Empire’s float (mocked up as a freighter), the sight of Ravus dressed fashionably in Mardi Gras colors seems to ease their nerves. His magitek arm has been decorated with glittering sequins. Joining him on this float is Loqi, and they keep fighting over who’s box of beads this is to throw. Eventually Ravus just resorts to throwing oracle ascension coins.

·       On the back of a ginormous rainbow frog, Sania, Vyv, and Dave wave to the crowd. Dave is showing off one of his hidden talents, wailing away on his trombone. Vyv is throwing dubloons advertising his magazine, and Sania is tossing pamphlets explaining the importance of frogs and the ecosystem.

·       Aranea doesn’t ride in a float. She just jumps through the parade as she sees fit.

·       There’s teams of dancing chocobos led by Wiz.

·       Regis, Cor, and Clarus ride on a float decorated with the weapons of the past kings. They seem the most drunk of all of the float riders, but they also seem to be having the best time. They troll people with fake throws of their beads, decorated with skulls and weapons, and dubloons explaining history of each of the 13 kings represented. Cries from parade goes of “Throw me something, Mister!” get retorts of, “No, you throw ME something, Mister!” and raucous laughter as if it were beyond funny.

·       Then of course, at the end of the parade, is the King’s float. It is the most decorated float, depicting scenes from the Cosmogony. Titan holds up the entire float. Shiva and Ifrit hold onto one another in a flashy lit display on one side, while Bahamut and Leviathan wage battle on the other. The back of the float shows Ramuh standing above all the rest, hand raised, flickering bolt in hand. From this float parade-goers can receive stuffed chocobs, beads with the Lucis insignia on them, and fake rings.

      + Lady Lunafreya is dressed in a ballgown. Purple, green, and gold feathers stick out from her hair. Umbra and Pryna flank her, both wearing sequined top hats in the same colors. She’s mostly just waving to the people and offering words of peace.  

      + Gladio is handling the bulk of the tossing items while yelling at the rest of the group to stop being lazy. He’s shirtless, but he let Luna paint his eagle with glitter paint in purple. He’s got as many feather boas about his neck as he does beads. He’s seeing a lot more from the ladies and gents in order to get beads than anyone else. He’s not complaining, but he’s glad Iggy isn’t actually on the float to see it.

      + Ignis is walking beside the float, dressed in a deep purple suit. He’s donned a pair of glittery green glasses that are slightly oversized to show he can be a good sport. He’s passing out mini-king cakes that he’s spent the last few days making whilst everyone else was partying. He may or may not be slightly miffed over this. “I’ve come up with a new way to murder them in their sleep!” he keeps laughing to the parade-goers.

      + Prompto is also walking beside the float, as this is his first parade. He’s a bit lot tipsy and his face hurts a little bit from all the smiling he’s been doing. The fun just hasn’t stopped! He’s waving to the people, making sure that Ignis doesn’t get too mobbed for the cakes, and belting out his own music as he struts along. One cheeky parade-goer yells to him, “Show me something, Mister!” and he obliges, grinning like a fool, blushing like mad, and lifting his shirt to show his goods. He’s the one shouting the new phrase he’s learned. “Laissez les bon temps rouler, y’all!” which translates into “Let the good times roll, everyone.”

      + Ardyn sits at the foot of the raised dais where the throne is. He’s dressed in motley harlequin, in green, and purple. He wasn’t allowed to wear gold. He wears a sparkling fedora that he keeps tipping from time to time. He doesn’t move unless the throne ends up empty.

      + On the throne sits Noctis Lucis Caelum, the king of the Krewe. He’s dressed in a black suit (because he’s Noct), but he’s wearing a crushed velvet purple cloak and a flashy gold crown with green jewels. He’s leaning on the arm of the throne, his head resting on his hand, and despite the noise, he seems to be catnapping. One foot is draped over the side of the throne and the other rests on Ardyn’s shoulder. When the float comes to a stop, for whatever reason, Noct will rise from his throne and look to the people. He pulls beads from the armiger as he flashes a winning smile, knowing that behind him Ardyn is creeping into his seat. When he turns, the crowd hushes and waits. “Off my chair, Jester. The king sits there.” The crowd erupts in cheers as Noct and Ardyn put on a mock fight, in which Noct always wins and places Ardyn back at his feet as a footstool. He then closes his eyes and goes back to napping.  

[epag88]

Dragon Treasure Chapter: 15

Summary:  Hiccup is just a little seven year old boy running away from his father’s disappointment and meets a new friend hiding in the woods. Stoic is about to learn that one man’s burden is another man’s treasure. 

It had been a month since the Night Fury clan had come to the shores of Berk in search of an alliance with the human tribe. A month since one mistake led a little boy literally tumbling into the life of a dragon and a friendship was born. In just one month the course of destiny had been changed for both the dragon and human clans forever.

Toothless stood in the cove, disguised as a human looking around his temporary home in awe. He never would have thought in a million years that this place would be such an important place for him. The dragon smiled as his ears picked up the sounds of stomping feet and a child's giggles coming his way before he casually turned around to look up at the cliff.

The tiny head of his little human hatchling came into view, his tiny body leaning over the side smiling back at him before he said, "What are you doing Toothless?"

"Just thinking," he replied as he uncrossed his arms and approached the cliff.

"About wha-"

Hiccup could not finish asking his question before his hand slipped and he fell head first into the cove. The Night Fury had predicted this in advance when he saw the clumsy little boy leaning a bit too far out and easily caught the child.

"Omf," they both grunted as the power behind the fall knocked them both back to the ground.

Toothless took one hand away from his protective embrace on Hiccup and rubbed the bump that was forming on the back of his head. He looked down at the little boy that was lying on his chest who was staring back at him with concerned eyes.

"Sorry, are you ok?" Hiccup asked worried.

"Yes. I am fine," Toothless replied ruffling the child's hair as he sat up pulling the boy into his lap to check him over for scrapes.

"How did you know I was gonna fall?" Hiccup asked in amazement.

The dragon smiled before he replied, "Because you have got to be the most accident-prone creature I have ever met in my life."

Hiccup glared at him and stuck his tongue out before crossing his arms and turning away from his friend pouting.

"Don't be like that hatchling, I was only…half kidding. My bond with you as my treasure tells me when you need me. So, no matter how far you are from me I will always find you," Toothless explained pulling the boy in his lap into a strong, protective hug.

"You're still a jerk," the boy replied making the dragon chuckle.

"You're still clumsy but alas, we love each other anyhow, don't we?" the dragon said as he stood up still holding on to the human who reluctantly nodded in reply.

"So, what were you thinking about?" Hiccup asked curiously.

"I was wondering how terribly dull it would have been around here if my clumsy little human hadn't found me," He teased as he continued to tussle the boy's hair.

"Unbearably," the child teased back with a grin.

"HICCUP!" a voice called and the boys looked up to see Astrid and Tyra's terrified faces.

"It's alright I got him," Toothless assured them.

Tyra let out a sigh of relief as Astrid said, "He ran ahead of us and we saw him fall."

When the girl and human had climbed down into the cove, Astrid immediately stomped over to the pair as the dragon put Hiccup down. The blond girl pulled back her arm and punched the boy right in the arm making the boy cry out in shock before she let another fist fly to the same spot.

"That's for scaring the crap out of me," she cried to the boy who was rubbing his sore arm.

When Tyra heard the distinct warning growl of the other Night Fury she decided to step in before Toothless' papa dragon instincts kicked in.

"Alright I think we need to get started on today's training, don't you?" she declared.

The children nodded enthusiastically before pulling the equipment out of the cave so that they could begin their practice.

They had been working with the villagers of Berk to prepare themselves for the fight of their lives since their arrival. Toothless being the overly protective dragon that he was demanded more training for Hiccup so that he could protect himself the very best that he could.

"Brace yourself Toothless. Today's training is for you as well to practice what I've taught you," Tyra said as she watched the children grab their things.

Toothless looked at her confused before the human children came back with their shields and weapons and stood anxious to get started.

"Alright, first we review everything we've learned up until now," she explained as she began removing her clothing and smirked at the trio of groans.

As she removed the last of her attire she turned her head to them and said, "We review them up there."

"Astrid, you ride with me and Hiccup will ride with Toothless. Each team will have a ribbon tied to the dragon's tail and the first team to capture the other's ribbon will get the losing team's dessert," she explained handing a silver ribbon to Hiccup and a purple ribbon to Astrid.

The dragon and children quickly realized they were going to fight in the sky. As Hiccup and Astrid cheered with excitement of being able to fly, Toothless was completely terrified. He followed Tyra's lead and quickly transformed into his dragon form before glaring at her.

'What are you thinking taking them up there?' Toothless demanded.

'Like I said this would be training for you as well' she replied calmly.

The children quickly climbed onto the dragons and took to the skies. Toothless still didn't know how he felt about all this and only got more uncomfortable when Tyra nodded to him and flew into the clouds with Astrid.

"We gotta go in there?" Hiccup said gripping onto the back of the dragon.

'I'm with you. Don't be scared' Toothless cooed to the boy before flying off after the girls into the thick grey clouds.

Hiccup felt like he was going blind and tried desperately to see what was in front of him making sure to have his shield held out in front of him. Toothless looked around carefully keeping his eyes and ears open to anything that could attack them. They both suddenly heard the whining sound of a blast coming at them and Toothless quickly dived down to avoid the attack. The Night Fury couldn't believe it, as hard as he was concentrating he could not find the girls anywhere. It was as if they had dissolved into the clouds and had become invisible.

Suddenly out of nowhere there they were facing them with a smirk as if mocking them with their presence.

"What do we do she's so fast," Hiccup yelled over the clouds.

'I have a plan' Toothless grunted before he smirked at Tyra and flew up disappearing into the clouds.

Tyra watched him fly off and shook her head before flying off after them into the thick mass of grey but to her surprise they vanished.

'He's learning' she thought as she assessed her surroundings.

She could hear them above her and began flying up until she had to stop because she could hear Toothless' wings beating behind her…and then beside her. When she began hearing them in every direction she had to stop and focus.

'He's using my hearing and his speed against me, clever' she thought to herself.

Toothless was acting like a hummingbird zipping through the clouds to distract her, he had to have mastered his gliding in order to fly all around so fast that she couldn’t find him. When Tyra realized he was in front of her she decided to use his own tactic against him. She flew up and flew high before she assessed where he was below her. She looked over her shoulder to her passenger and nodded towards her weapons. Astrid looked at her strangely not understanding until Tyra nodded her snout to the pair below them. The little girl's eyes bulged out of her head before she did as she was told, putting her axe in its sheath and put her shield on her back before gripping the dragon's neck. When she felt Astrid was secure Tyra brought her wings in close allowing her to freefall on top of her prey.

Toothless yelped in shock by the sudden weight on his back. He could feel Hiccup clinging onto him terrified and became desperate to sturdy himself. He struggled to stretch out his wings to try and slow them down while trying to wiggle out of his attacker's grasp.

'What are you going to do? From here I could easily take your treasure away' he heard Tyra say.

Suddenly the Night Fury's eyes became slits and he angrily whipped out his wings to sturdy himself. In one swift motion he spun around and clawed at his captor who let him go before yelping in surprise at the sudden action. He moved so fast that Hiccup was suction cupped to the dragon's back and as quickly as he was upside down he was right side up again flying towards the safety of the ground.

'I think that's enough training for today' Toothless thought to himself as they landed.

Tyra and Astrid were not far behind them and landed soon after them. As soon as Hiccup had collapsed onto the ground shaken from the experience Toothless went after Tyra.

'What was that? Were you trying to get us killed?!' The Night Fury demanded.

'I told you this was training for you as much as him. You want to be able to protect him but yet you want me to go easy on you' she replied calmly as Astrid climbed down from her back just as shaken from the experience.

She gently nuzzled the girl's side forcing her to sit down beside her to rest before she turned back to the fuming dragon before her.

Toothless couldn't remember a time where he had been more furious then he was right this second with one of his own kind. Not only had she risked his boy but both children could have fallen out of the sky at any moment.

'She is right Night Fury the mad queen would not go so easily on you both simply because they are children. She wants the boy for herself to devoir not to coddle' a new voice said. The dragons turned around to see a colourful Nadder.

"Woh," Astrid said as she gazed at the new dragon before she slowly approached it.

The Nadder noticed her immediately. She crouched down on all fours to try and reach the little girl's eye level the best she could.

'Hello little one' the Nadder cooed at Astrid.

The blue dragon had always had a soft spot for hatchlings of any breed and had always chalked it up to maternal instincts. This little one though specifically had her undivided attention almost immediately which was strange even for her since she was usually very cautious around humans.

"You are very pretty," Astrid said holding her hand out to the dragon to smell just as Hiccup had shown her.

'Thank you, child. You are very lovely also hatchling, like gold' she replied taking in the little girl's scent and nuzzling her hand and arm making her giggle.

'Are you just here to spoil the humans with affection or are you risking your presence here for a reason?' Toothless asked still upset by events from before.

'Yes, forgive me I do have information given by the Nightmare. He has been instructed by the queen herself to lead the next raid into Berk. She is determined to have your treasure and will destroy the village in order to do so," she explained.

Toothless growled possessively as he claws dug deep into the ground. He looked over to Hiccup who simply stared back at him in confusion.

'He can't know that the queen is after him. He'll be terrified' Toothless thought to himself.

'I have a plan' Tyra said suddenly surprising both dragons.

'Tell your leader that the raid will happen, and Berk will attack you. We will take this opportunity to find out who the queen's spies are and destroy them. Then many of you will go into hiding and the rest of the raid party will go back to the queen and say that there are powerful allies on the side of humans and they 'destroyed' the missing dragons.' She explained.

'Won't that make the mad queen want to attack you more?' The Nadder asked.

'Yes, but she will be forced to realize that she has underestimated our power. She will have to think of a proper strategy which will buy us time to get stronger' Tyra explained to the two dragons who nodded in agreement.

'Very well I will inform the Nightmare and I wish you luck' the Nadder said and nodded to the little girl at her side before taking off.

Tyra and Toothless looked at each other thinking the same thing 'They needed to get the village to warn the others.'

They quickly scooped up their clothes and put the children on to their backs before they ran off towards the village. As they ran Tyra looked over Toothless thinking back to that day's lessons.

'Toothless' she called getting the dragon's attention.

'You did well today' Tyra commented to the dragon simply who nodded in reply as they continued their journey in silence.

"Hey guys who won?" Astrid asked suddenly.

The two dragons looked at each other curiously before they stopped and looked at their tails only to realize that they never did finish their 'game.' Astrid quickly jumped off the Night Fury and plucked the ribbon off Toothless' tail and held it over her head in victory.

"Your dessert is mine," she said to Hiccup who groaned in defeat making the dragon's laugh.

Toothless suddenly stopped and looked over to the other dragon and said 'Wait if she won Hiccup's dessert…what did you win?'

Tyra just smiled evilly at Toothless before the human girl climbed back on her back and they took off back towards the village.

[wittyy-name]

I thought you should know that because of "What We Make Of It", whenever me or my friend talk about fictional characters (which is basically all the time XD) and smut is implied or referenced in ANY WAY, one of us will start dramatically yelling "DEFILED" in mock horror at the other for like three minutes consecutive minutes straight. Like, even if it's super off-handed. Just . . . "DEFILED" XD

This is hilarious, omf. I blame @wolfpainters for this. When she was cheer-reading for me, she was like “Imagine what Shiro’s reaction to Keith sleeping with Lance will be” and then proceeded to be really dramatic about it. So I added it xD

[banglatown]

👀😘🙊

👀 what was the most recent vivid dream that you had?

i literally have the most vivid dreams ever so like .. yk.. i have a dream tag so search 💤 if u want the nitty gritty lmao

😘 talk about your crush or partner

she’s the sweetest kindest loveliest soul u will ever encounter in ur life and gosh she makes me so happy i can’t express how lucky and blessed i am she’s actually the sun and she makes everything better, always 💛💛💛💛

🙊 what are you ashamed of?

my pain tolerance bc it’s honestly so bad omf once a doc mocked me lmaoo

[ajokeformur-ray]

19 with Sebastian, please? Because that's kinda the story of my life. Thank you!! :)  - requested by anon

Regarding this post, here: http://sharingan-rasengan-chidori.tumblr.com/post/155758163036/prompt-list 

Still taking prompts from this list if you’re interested!!!

19. “I think I’m in love with you, and that scares the crap out of me” 

“Sebastian?”

He turned to look at you with polite disinterest. “Yes, my Lord/Lady?”

You shifted uncomfortably, feeling his red eyes on you. “Might I speak with you for a moment, please?” Your voice was small, and you were looking at the floor, wanting so badly to look into his gleaming eyes and say what you had to say, but being unable to. 

There was a beat of silence and then, “Why, certainly”, giving you the cue you needed to lead the way to somewhere more private. 

Leaving Ciel’s study, you rounded the corner and walked down the dimly lit corridor until you found a little alcove, deep in the shadows.

Sebastian waited patiently, or so you thought, you still hadn’t looked at him yet, for you to find your tongue. You took a deep, steadying breath, willing your heart-rate to slow; it was pounding in your head and you were almost certain that he could hear it. You could almost feel the smirk growing on his sinful lips.

You took another breath and counted to three in your head, and then a garbled mess came out. “I think I’m in love with you, and that scares the crap out of me.” You took another dizzying breath, chancing a look at Sebastian.

His eyes were widened minutely, a mocking smile beginning to stretch across his beautiful face. “My, my. Such a display of weakness is unbecoming of a young Lord/Lady.”

You blushed, feeling embarrassed and cursing yourself for even bothering to tell him how you were feeling. Of course he didn’t return your feelings, this was Sebastian, a demon who didn’t experience emotion in the same way that humans do. You had been foolish to expose your biggest weakness in front of -

Before you knew what was happening, something soft touched your lips and your eyes widened, your mind racing as what was happening finally set in.

Sebastian was kissing you!

Throwing caution to the wind, you kissed him back, deepening the chaste kiss.

Sebastian started it and ended it, pulling back with his usual sinister grin on his face. “Goodnight, my Lord/Lady.” And with that, he left you standing in the shadows, hope blossoming in the pit of your stomach.

OMF this is so out of character ughhhhh... he’s cold and mocking, calculating, but I made him fluffy omffffff