#Aka GO TO SLEEP‼️‼️

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still got the blues.

OR on one quiet night spent in the bunker, you discover that the notorious, god-fearing, big, bad ‘n scary, six-foot badass hunter that is dean friggin’ winchester (aka one of your closest friends) isn’t as tough as he seems.

well.

in bed, at least.

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「 pairing 」 : sub ! dean x fem ! reader

「 word count 」 : 8.8 k. (FAITH BE NORMAL CHALLENGE LEVEL: IMPOSSIBLE)

「 content / warnings 」 : MINORS 🤺🤺🤺 GET BACK! AWAY!later seasons sub dean winchester x fem reader (yes i have a problem, no i don’t care thank you!). masterbating, handjob, unprotected sex. yeah this may be the horniest thing i’ve ever written in my life.

you have two ( 2 ) new messages from the author ! ↓

HELLOOOOO THE LONG-AWAITED SUB!DEAN SMUT IS FINALLY HERE 🙂‍↕️🙏‼️ shoutout and thank you to @supernotnatural2005’s drabble / oneshot for the inspo on this one <3 because i think we all want to catch dean like this— which is why i wrote about it!

ALSO @figthoughts’ post from the other day too… yeah idk guys we’re just horny and ovulating connected or something when it comes to mr. jensen ackles and his characters. love you figgy pudding!

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being on the road with sam and dean for god knows how long now, you’d gotten used to all the sounds each idiot knucklehead brother would make in their sleeping state as you passed their rooms— so much so that it was basically white noise at this point, and you just tune it out.

yeah, tonight was different, though. sam had left much earlier— he and elieen were finally going on a real, live, actual date, much to your joy. which meant you and dean were alone in the bunker together. that doesn’t happen often, but when it does, you usually stay up watching 80s movies and arguing over niche things like whether or not they used real flames in back to the future (they didn’t).

that was yet another reason why tonight was different: you hadn’t seen dean all day, much less tonight. he’d been out doing god knows what— and you barely even heard him come back a few hours ago.

but you didn’t push. actually, you didn’t dare to set foot past dean’s door— taking the long way down the hall to get to the kitchen or the library throughout the evening, secretly hoping he wouldn’t come out of his room or even acknowledge your existence.

because… honestly?

living with two other men?

who the hell were you kidding. you could use a night to yourself.

and not to your knowledge or anything, but so could dean.

no disrespect though, because dean really was wishing you were there— or, rather, he was imagining you with him, which was the only acceptable option at the moment.

…but this was definitely a new low. even for him.

see, while you were actually attempting to be productive with your night, dean was not.

like, at all.

while you were doing your laundry, putting clothes away in your room, watching a show on your laptop with your airpods in— thank god, otherwise this whole thing would blow up in dean’s face…

…for the most part, figuratively.

because dean— and how does one say this without sounding like a complete and total creep?

well, dean was jerkin’ it in his own room.

fappin’.

beatin’ da meat.

whatever the male version was of flickin’ the bean.

oh, and the (best) grossest part?

he was thinking about you while doing it.

yeah, yeah, it’s sick, it’s definitely wrong on so many levels— and it sure as hell feels downright illegal and a sin to be doing it while you’re in the fucking bunker.

it’s the lowest of the low. weird. pathetic.

but then again, dean’s always been a little… pathetic when it comes to you.

don’t let anyone know you know that, though.

so, back to dean being pathetic and horny. he’d been at the bar in town for hours earlier tonight, trying to find someone to satisfy the strain on his pants— and that someone needed to look a whole lot like you to get the job done.

how hard could it be?

well, apparently, in lebanon, kansas, finding a look-alike clone of your best friend so you could fuck them silly?

it’s really goddamn hard.

and so was dean.

so here he was—did i say pathetic already?— jerking off in his bedroom like some horny teenager. he’s on his fourth, maybe fifth time cumming to the thought of purely just you.

that’s right, no porn, no nudie mags, not even a goddamn picture in his free hand— because dean was wound up so freakin’ tight, he didn’t need anything. just his hand and his filthy imagination.

it’s humiliating. dean’s literally bucking his hips up into his hand as of right now, imagining it’s yours and not his— all while letting out these little noises that do not sound like they’d be coming from a six-foot, tough as nails hunter. but they are.

and they’re all for you.

dean winchester does not whimper. hell, no. but the broken sound that rips from his throat, tossing his head back on his pillow after he tugs a little too hard on himself was anything but.

and maybe dean should be making less noise— but he knew you so well, too well— you’d have your airpods on noise canceling, anyway. and he can’t even think about if you didn’t. he’s too wrapped up in a haze right now. he’s so distracted. by-god intoxicated.

because dean’s imagining you after that one hunt in virginia. yeah. the moon had been out that night, and god, the way it hit you— a combination of this deep blue and silver and it just lit up your skin, illuminating you like you were one of those ancient goddesses, like the ones he’s only read about in old myths and legends when he’d been so bored he actually did research in the library.

dean’s imagining you, just you, right there with him, and it was your hand, not his. imagining you pulling those sounds from his throat while he’s breathing so heavy, his chest heaving up and down. and the sheets covering only his bottom half were shifting with him as he was moving what seemed like his entire bed along with him as of now.

dean was trying to be quiet.

but his body was not letting him.

and poor you— oh, sweet, innocent you. because as far as dean knew, you were completely oblivious to what was currently occurring in his bedroom at the moment.

but what dean didn’t know was that your airpods had died over an hour ago.

and you’d made the mistake of not taking the long way back to your room this time, thinking that dean had gone to bed due to the late hour.

you had stopped in your tracks in the hall coming back from the kitchen— because you heard dean. heard his little broken groans, damn close to whimpers.

and you genuinely believed that dean was just having a nightmare at first— because hell, with the shit you guys encountered on the daily, it wasn’t uncommon for any of y’all to make a goddamn racket in your sleep.

drawing that conclusion— because it was the only one that was realistic, you start towards your room again, already starting to tune out dean’s weird-as-hell noises.

but before you even take two more steps past dean’s room, you hear something else— a little muffled through the door, but clear as day. because it sends a jolt straight through you.

your name.

he’s having a nightmare, you remind yourself. he could be just calling out to you in that sense, because that would be logical. but then he says your name again. and again.

and it’s just your name.

not sam’s.

not cas’.

just. yours.

and dean sounds like a man possessed at this point. his eyes are squeezed shut, as if he’s trying to banish the image of you from his mind.

but he can’t. and he never would.

he just can’t do it. can’t keep himself in check anymore.

so that’s why dean groans your name at the next motion of his hand on his dick— saying it for the fourth time since you’ve been stopped outside his door.

and it wasn’t a ‘i’m-in-so-much-pain-and-scared’ groan, the kind when someone has a nightmare— no, dean’s groan sounded like a ‘oh-that-feels-so-fuckin-good’ groan, like the kind someone makes when…

oh.

oh.

and dean knows he sounds pretty close to, if not completely pathetic. not at all like the good ol’ badass hunter of lore, not that you’d believed him to be. you’d think he’d sound more in control, or at least not whimpering.

dean’s battled both heaven and hell. purgatory. angels, demons, monsters, even sometimes, just people, you name it— he’s fought it and kicked its freakin’ ass, even god himself.

and his one fault? his only weakness?

you.

it’s always been just you. your stupid pretty face. the way you laughed at his jokes, even when they weren’t that funny. the way you stood by him and his brother’s side— and in the hunting world, associating with the winchesters meant a death sentence. you didn’t care, though. you never did. it was in the way you were always there, especially when it counted.

and here he was.

jerking off and thinking about you.

this had to be rock bottom. right? if not that, purely a whole new level of scumbag. even if you couldn’t hear him.

oh, but you could. and you’re lingering outside dean’s door— because you didn’t even have to put your ear on it to hear the noises he was making, clear as day.

dean feels like he’s drunk, delirious. this always happened whenever he fantasized about you. a pathetic, groaning and whimpering mess. hell, in this state, he’d damn well beg.

and oh, he was.

“fuckin’— please— god, i need you, please—”

damn, you could almost see it— dean’s hand, hidden by the dark of his room, but the way the sheets move makes it obvious just where his hand is. and it’s a blur.

yeah. there was no more holding out, no more being strong. not now.

because dean feels like he’s on the edge of his own personal hell.

and you? you’re stuck.

dean was… well, fucking doing that. and you’re just… stuck. you would have just kept walking past his door, putting your pillow between your ears and teasing him about it tomorrow morning.

because instead crying or groaning out the name of some random girl or even farah fawcett— dean was currently begging.

for you.

and you’re still stuck. dean feels like he’s losing his goddamn mind. he’s gonna cum again, he knows it. he also knows he should be quiet, but the words and your name just keep spilling out of his mouth, and he’s too far gone to stop them.

“ah— fuck. please. please, please, goddamn it, i need you, i need you, i need you…”

yeah, dean’s brain’s not in charge anymore. honestly? it hasn’t been since he met you all those years ago— with your stupid pretty hair, and your stupid pretty mouth, and the stupid soft sounds you make in your sleep that drove him insane whenever you used to share a motel room.

dean needs you.

and you needed a fucking cold-ass shower.

because the way dean was sounding right now? he only sounded like that in your dreams. your deepest, darkest fantasies. it was making your knees buckle.

yeah. there’s absolutely no way any of this was real. this was straight out of a porno. this had to be the trickster’s doing, or something.

because the real dean didn’t act like this. and yet, here he was. and here you were, your stomach flipping each time a sound leaves dean’s mouth and bounces off the wooden door that was still splitting you two apart.

and right then and there, you wished you had the balls to just open it.

because you wanted to be right there next to dean, pulling those noises out of him yourself.

“need you—need you right there, need you, right, right, oh, god, there—”

even in dean’s own fantasies, the ones that drove him to insanity like right now, he’d always thought about this. you actually being there, him actually saying all this to you.

dean would’ve given anything, then. anything. just to have you right next to him in his bed.

yeah, well, you’re still just stuck.

because what the fuck do you do.

do you walk back to your room? pretend you didn’t notice? pretend it never happened? not listen to the sounds dean was making?

or, do you open the door? go in his room and just show dean how you’d really felt about him— for years now?

and lately, it seemed like you all you could think and dream about was being in the same bed with dean, touching every part of him.

because if you were in there right now, you’d touch dean’s skin that you yourself had deemed forbidden, because it’d be seen as crossing a line, breaking a boundary.

hello? reality check, anyone?

come on. dean was your friend.

but the noises he was making in your name— because of you? that was anything but.

yeah. if you were in there, you’d start with your hands on dean’s chest, going lower, and lower, until he started making the sounds he was making now, gasping and begging right in your ear for you, not stopping until he completely just—

yeah, that was it.

you knew your answer.

and dean needs exactly what you’re about to do. because god, he’s thought about it. in the dead of night, when he was alone, or when you’d been just out of reach sitting next to him in a dive bar, he’s wanted this. wanted you.

dean wanted to know the way your hands would feel against his skin, how your body would feel against his own. he’s thought about it. hell, he’d dreamed about it. fantasized— just like he was doing now.

and dean was still fantasizing when you throw away every single rational thought you had at the moment and manage to open his door without making a noise— thank you, hunter skills.

this was crazy. right?

eh. you’ve done crazier.

no. not like this.

and not with dean.

but still, you managed to cross the threshold of dean’s room— and you even sit down on the edge of his bed.

okay, the more you thought about it…was this awkward?

maybe.

oh, but dean doesn’t even notice you— his eyes were screwed tightly shut, mouth parted and huffing out pants and broken noises as one of his hands continues to move fervently. his hips are wild, bucking into his hand— and his body is shaking his entire bed frame.

dean’s too far gone to notice anything, lost in a fantasy that’s been haunting him for longer than he’s willing to admit out loud. the only thing that could even remotely stop him would be—

hold on.

dean’s hit by a familiar scent— the one he’d been imagining this whole time. but that really does smell like— and its now so close, so real, it practically envelopes him. and his eyes open to—

you.

right there. in his bed. within reach. looking at him like he’s always wanted you to look at him.

and there’s no disgust or anger on your face as you look down at dean, still frozen in place. no, just a hint of amusement, mixed with something else—

something dangerously close to pure want.

you don’t say anything, even though you know you should by now. because now dean knew that you knew exactly what he’d just been doing— more importantly, you were now aware of who the focus of it all was.

and goddamn if the look on your face doesn’t have dean pausing, too. he’s never seen it on your face before. and it’s too dark in his room for him to really make it out, but he thinks he sees—

you weren’t disgusted. you weren’t grossed out, or even angry.

you’re just… looking at him like the fantasy he’s been chasing isn’t a goddamn fantasy anymore— but instead something he could reach out and touch. feel.

dean has to swallow whatever excuse he could come up with to talk himself out of what you’d just walked in on. what you’d just heard. and his mouth is dry.

a part of you wants to pounce onto dean right now. to kiss him silly, touch him everywhere and make him gasp your name again— only with you being the sole instigator this time.

but the annoying other part of you halted that urge.

and why?

because of your stupid morals.

your goddamned feelings.

and you had to ask dean, had to know— even if the answer hurt you.

“how long?”

dean’s brain almost completely flatlines for a long moment. though, he knows what you’re insinuating, of course.

how long dean has been thinking about you in that way? how long and hard had he fantasized about his hands on your body, his mouth on your skin, and his dick buried so deep inside you, he gets hand cramps almost every night he’s alone?

yeah. it scares him, just how goddamn long it’s been.

“…years.”

that was all you needed. in reality, you don’t actually pounce or anything, but you do move closer to dean on his bed, tossing one leg over both of his to straddle his lap before meeting his gaze again.

“you have no idea,” your voice is barely above a whisper to dean as you keep his gaze, making yourself comfortable in his lap. “how much i wanted to hear that.”

and dean can’t help the groan he lets out, at feeling your weight, your body, straddling his lap. he’s spent too many nights dreaming of exactly this. his hands automatically go to your hips, as if they’re on autopilot.

because he’s not in charge anymore.

and honestly?

he doesn’t think he ever was when it came to you.

and a small smile tugs on your lips when you feel dean’s hands on your hips— your own fingers start to trail from his wrists and up his arms, your pace slow, but deliberate.

because you were going to memorize every inch of dean that you could.

oh, dean’s just barely managing to keep his hips still, to not buck up underneath you. he can feel you, now that you’re straddling him, the heat there, where he’d wanted to feel you for so, so long.

and when your fingers trail up his arms, dean shudders. because it’s so gentle, tender. he can’t remember the last time anyone touched him this way, if at all.

your hands eventually reach dean’s face. oh, his gorgeous face. you cup both sides, taking in everything: those green eyes of his, the freckles you could see only if you were up close dusting on his nose and cheeks—his features were illuminated only by the dim light of his desk lamp, but you could see so much because of how close you both were now.

the slight smile is still on your lips as you look at dean— because you were still a little sure you were going to wake up at some point.

but this wasn’t a dream, you had to remind myself. dean was under you. he wanted you, in the same way you’d wanted him for as long as you can remember.

and dean feels like he can’t breathe properly. he’s been slapped, punched, cut, beaten, tortured, everything violent under the sun done to his face— but no one’s had their hands on it like this.

he feels too exposed, too vulnerable, but he doesn’t move.

because it’s you. it could only ever be you.

dean keeps his gaze locked to yours, even as he has to stop himself from just completely melting into the palms of your hands on his face. he wants to look at you for forever, keep you just like this— and his expression is so open, so bare.

your thumbs gently graze across both of dean’s cheeks as you hold his face in your hands.

and you can’t look away.

so you don’t.

but you do lean a fraction closer to dean in his lap, breaking the silence in a hushed whisper— because there goes your stupid doubts and feelings, again.

“you want this?”

even though he almost wants to, dean can’t laugh. not when he knows you’re being serious. it kills him, a little— that you’re still doubting it.

because how could he not want this? you?

“god, yes.” dean’s not even sure if he says that out loud, or just thinks it— but he’s nodding regardless, and with the movement bringing his face even closer to yours.

and your gaze softens almost completely when dean says that— but there’s one doubt that sticks, even when his words wash all the others away from your mind. the one that’s been there almost the entire time you’ve known him.

“de, i…” you don’t take your hands off of dean’s face when you try to speak again— but the words die in your throat. you swallow a little, averting your gaze.

and god, when dean hears you hesitate, he’s already on edge.

dean doesn’t know what you’re about to say,— all he’s aware of is that you’re now looking away from him. and he can’t have that, so he brings his hand (non-jerking, of course) to your chin, gently but firmly, forcing you to look at him again.

he tries to keep his voice even, but he can’t.

“tell me.”

you’re forced to keep dean’s gaze when his hand touches your face— and his fingers are so warm, you almost lose your train of thought completely.

you’ve wanted dean for so long— but you had to make sure he fully felt the same way you did.

not just lust. not something to walk past awkwardly the next day.

“i— i can’t do this… just for tonight,” you swallow hard again, your voice barely above a whisper as your eyes flick between dean’s. “but i… i think you know that.”

even with the worry that had been coursing through his veins, dean couldn’t help but be impressed at the fact you think there’s a chance in hell he’d be able to have you once and just… let you go afterwards. his hand on your chin drops a fraction, resting on the side of your throat instead. he swallows, then finds his voice.

“i know.”

your gaze softens a little— and it’s a little embarrassing how much weight felt completely lifted off your chest when dean says that.

you had denied your feelings for dean for years now. and now knowing that he felt the same way, it was getting harder and harder to control the urge to just do what you wanted.

“well, good,” you bring your hands to tilt dean’s head up more to you as you’re in his lap, eyes flicking down to his lips— because you so needed to know what they felt like. “that’s— that’s good.”

and damn, if dean isn’t already struggling. nothing’s even happened yet, and he’s trying his best just to keep still, to resist all his natural impulses and desires to just grab you and never, ever let you go. when your eyes flick down to his lips, his follow suit almost instantly. his voice is almost a damn croak when he responds.

“yeah?”

all your senses were filled with just dean. and you needed more. you’d denied your feelings for far too long— years now, in fear of him not reciprocating. but you couldn’t deny your feelings or your urges anymore.

“yeah,” you echo back in an exhale, your thumbs grazing on dean’s cheeks. your gaze is still on his lips, but you look back up at him. “you— you’re all i’ve ever wanted.”

hot damn.

dean feels like he’s going to wake up at any second at those words that just came out of your mouth. because he never dared to let himself hope that you could feel the same way he did. and it’s been so, so goddamn long of wanting you with every fiber of his being, wanting to touch you and hold you and never, ever let you go.

oh, he’s too far gone to even feel sheepish about how he’s almost shaking now, hands trembling and breath coming fast as he’s barely keeping the reins on his self-control.

dean’s trembling sends a shiver down your spine. even after you just said all that, he still wanted this.

you might die.

or you were already in some version of heaven that jack made up.

because dean wanted you.

“just lemme kiss you,” dean would be embarrassed of how desperate and out of breath he sounded if he could give two damns. he says your name again: “please—”

dean can’t even think straight anymore. yet, never could when it came to you. his hands go to your thighs, gripping tight like it’s all he can do to resist the urge to just flip you over right that moment.

you can’t hold back anymore.

neither can he.

so you don’t.

you close the final distance between you both, taking his mouth in a kiss that’s hard, desperate and full of years’ worth of emotion.

and dean’s lips felt like home. and that’s a weird thing to say, but it was true. you’d never kissed him before this, but it really was him that you’d been missing all this time.

your hands on dean’s face trail into his hair, and you could feel yourself completely melting into him when you pull myself closer to him in his lap, hips fully slotting with his own— and you both groan a little at the feeling.

dean kisses you like a goddamn starving man, his hands gripping at your thighs so hard he’s afraid he’s leaving marks. but he can’t bring himself to care, because he’s finally kissing you. finally having you in the way he’s only dreamt of.

dean hasn’t been touched— kissed like this, ever.

like he’s something precious. to be loved. it makes him feel weak. but he can’t really bring himself to care about that, either.

all you could think about was how good dean smelled. and as his lips danced with yours, he even tasted good. like whiskey and something you couldn’t place— but it sure as hell was definitely dean.

and god, it’s perfect. dean’s trying to swallow the little noises his mouth is threatening to make again as you kiss him back, kissing him like you feel the same— he thinks he’s losing his mind for what felt like the millionth time tonight.

dean’s grip on your thighs tightens even more. he couldn’t help it anymore— he rocks you against his lap, his hips bucking up against yours in an involuntary but much needed movement. and a little sound pretty close to a whimper does escape him this time, hitting your lips as you grind your own hips down onto him.

you had to break your lips from dean’s to get stupid air, but your forehead rests against his as one of your hands unlatches itself from his hair, trailing downward on the fabric of his henley as you’re in his lap.

and you’d tease him about the noises he’s making— if it wasn’t leaving your underwear a complete and sopping mess because of it.

dean’s mind is hazy, lost in the feel of you against him and in his lap, his mind trying to keep up with all the things happening.

he’s a hunter, goddamn it.

he needs to get a freakin’ grip.

but he can’t.

because of the way your kiss felt like a drug. the way you’re so close he can feel your breathing, and the way you’re grinding up against him like you mean it—

and then dean feels your hand on his shirt, sliding further down past his stomach, and he feels like he’s about to go insane. he’s hallucinating, under some sort of spell that shows you what you’ve always desired. that’s the only plausible explanation.

but this was real. oh, so real.

dean’s hands were still holding on for dear life on your thighs, but your own was still going farther and farther down the fabric of the henley he was wearing, stopping at the hem and tugging on it, talking against his lips—

“put your arms up f’me, dean.”

goddamn, if that doesn’t make him literally shiver when you say his name like that, all breathless and pretty.

and dean follows the instruction, raising his arms and letting you pull the shirt over his head, revealing his the skin underneath.

he’s not even embarrassed of his scars, the marks on his body from over the years. not with you. the uneven skin told their own tales he wouldn’t dare open his mouth about, even after three whiskeys deep.

you discard dean’s shirt somewhere in his room without another thought when he lifts his arms up.

you’ve actually only seen dean shirtless twice— once after a hunt, and if you count that one time when that motel room with shitty air conditioning that got too hot last summer. you kept your eyes glued to the lore in front of you then, not daring to look.

this time, however, you couldn’t look away.

not even if you tried.

your lips are parted in what could only be described as pure awe while your eyes and fingers rake over every inch of new skin revealed while still in dean’s lap. first trailing a path up his exposed arms as your eyes continue to drink in all the details of him you’d never thought you’d see.

dean has never, ever been looked at the way you’re looking at him right now.

your fingers continue to trail up dean’s arms, fingertips grazing on the scars you could see in the dim light of his room. you actually knew some of them— having been there when he sustained the wound that made the scar, but a lot were new to you.

and you wanted to memorize it all.

it’s almost embarrassing how he feels like something to be worshipped under your touch. like someone to be taken care of. to be cherished.

as your fingers trail up his arms, he has to bite down on a whine in the back of his throat— forcing himself to keep still under your gaze as you rake your gaze over him. his voice is rough and hoarse when he manages to speak, but all he could get out was your name.

your hands found themselves resting dean’s shoulders while you take in the breathtaking view that is him under you, meeting his gaze when he says your name, voice just as quiet as his.

“yeah, de?”

your touch feels like dean took the jumper cables he had in the back of baby and put it against his skin. but it’s so soft, so gentle. it’s also making his whole body ache, yet he just wants more. and he can’t keep his eyes off you, either. the way you’re looking at him, at his scars like they’re nothing to be ashamed about… it’s almost safe.

dean swallows, hands coming to rest on your waist now that he’s topless. his voice sounds wrecked, broken.

because he’s begging.

“touch me.”

dean’s hands on your waist were making your heart beat all out of rhythm— and you almost completely lose your train of thought looking into his green eyes, wide and blown out.

for you.

you just nod at dean’s words— and your fingers continue their journey downward from dean’s shoulders, trailing over his skin until you eventually reach the waistband of his boxers, and you keep your hands there on the fabric when you look back up at him.

because you still needed to know:

“can i take these off?”

oh, for the love of—

dean nods rapidly before you’re even done asking, because he’d do anything, anything, to have you touch him like he had been not just a few minutes earlier— in fact, he’s already lifting his hips off the bed to make it easier for you, because he’s not about to hesitate. he needs you. he’s needed you for too goddamn long.

and when you manage to pull off dean’s boxers, discarding them in one fell swoop after he confirms and lifts his hips for you, your eyes widen at the sight of him completely exposed beneath you on his bed— and a quiet ‘jesus christ’ escapes from your lips before you can stop it.

and your reaction makes dean’s breath hitch. because it’s not a disgusted one— it’s the exact opposite. he feels vulnerable like this, exposed to you in a way he’s never been to anyone else. he should feel embarrassed. but he doesn’t, oddly enough.

his voice is so goddamn quiet when he bites down on another whine.

“please.”

and you just nod again. then both your hands find dean’s chest once more— and you start trailing a path down his lower torso with your fingers.

dean can’t help the way he lets out a strangled moan at your touch against his bare skin. with no clothing in the way to block it, he’s so much more sensitive. every single touch makes his breath hitch, his head spinning with how perfect it feels.

it’s too much.

and yet, he needs more.

dean’s hands find your hips again, gripping, trying to get you even an inch closer to him.

and as your fingers get lower and lower on dean’s stomach, you hesitate your hands. not because you weren’t sure— but it felt… well, wrong not to at least ask him for permission first.

so you look back up and meet dean’s gaze, eyes searching his again as you whisper, shifting closer to him in his lap.

“can i go lower?”

and at your question, a sharp shiver wracks through dean’s whole body— he’s half convinced he’s going to to just cum right there, even if you don’t end up touching him.

dean’s practically trembling under you now, hands gripping tighter on your hips. he tries to speak again, to say something— but his voice comes out in a strangled moan.

all he can do is nod against his headboard.

a soft exhale escapes you when dean confirms. you nod— and don’t hesitate again.

not when he was like this.

you take all of him in one of your hands— but you don’t even try to look away from his face while you do so. because you had to see his face for this.

and dean feels like the air’s getting ripped from his lungs at how good your touch feels. he’s never felt anything like this before. it could be the fact that he hasn’t had actual sex in a while (apparently, he’s considered old now), or purely just because of you.

yeah, but dean’s never been touched like this before. so goddamn gentle. but it’s still perfect. his eyes are still locked to yours, and his expression looks pained. it’s all too much, after wanting this for so long.

and all he can do is whisper your name before your hand starts to move.

you start starts slow— not too slow, though, because dean had already fucked his palm tonight more times tonight than he’d like to admit.

dean’s eyes actually flutter shut for a moment when your hand starts to move, a moan catching in the back of his throat. because it’s barely even started, and it’s so good. too good.

dean’s hands on your waist are close to shaking now, but he has to speak— even as it comes out in a hoarse croak.

because he needs—

“more. jesus, i need—”

you don’t even entertain the thought to tease dean or not do as he asked— because the sounds he was desperately trying to keep in were making you want to keep going, to not stop.

so you don’t stop. your hand speeds up, going back and forth on dean’s dick— and your gaze still doesn’t leave his while in his lap, touching him in the way you’ve always wanted to for so long.

and when you pick up the pace, dean’s breath hitches even more— god, it’s so good, but he still needs more. his hands are shaking as they grip tight on your waist, and his eyes somehow keep your gaze, even as his head feels like it’s spinning right into his headboard.

dean manages to get out his next request, in a begging whisper of a breath. he’d be ashamed if he wasn’t so desperate.

“please— please, i need—”

“its alright,” you nod before he can finish this time, leaning your head and pressing a kiss on his cheek. “i gotcha, de.”

and that’s it. you say those words and dean feels like he could cum right there. he’s already so close, just from your touch, the way your hand’s moving so beautifully up and down on his dick. the way you’re looking at him. he tries to keep his eyes open, too— to keep looking at you, but everything you’re giving him is starting to overwhelm him, he can hardly even breathe anymore.

dean glances down at your hand between both of you— big mistake, because the sight of your fingers around his dick and covered in him makes him let out strangled whimper. he bites down on his lip hard, his head falling back against the headboard and his eyes screwing shut. because it’s embarrassing how close he is to cumming in your hand.

you notice, of course— your hand doesn’t let up, but your other hand on dean’s shoulder goes to the side of his face, thumb grazing on his cheek. it’s a stark contrast to what you’re doing to his dick.

“de, its okay,” you reassure dean as his breaths become more and more unsteady, eyes flicking over his face. “you can let go if you wanna.”

and that’s it. that’s all it takes.

as soon you give him permission, dean’s gone.

his body suddenly goes rigid, then he’s bucking his hips into your hand so erratically and sloppily you would’ve been knocked from your position on dean’s lap if he hadn’t buried his face in your still clothed chest, tightened his arms fully around you and pulled you closer to him. he cums loud and hard, a mixture of soft groans, whimpers, swears and pants of your name spilling into the fabric of your shirt.

you’d never heard him like this before, ever.

but dean winchester— the man, the myth, the hunter god, was whimpering as you’re in his lap.

for you.

because of you.

and because it’s all too damn much— the way your hand feels, the touch of your thumb against his face, the look in your eyes when you said that it’s okay for him to let go of the tight rein he’s been holding onto for so long.

dean can feel himself shaking and still coming apart under you as you guide him through it, his face buried in your shoulder as you pull every last bit of pleasure out of him that he has with your fingers. he’s never felt so goddamn free before. he’s never come apart, not like this— not completely exposed like this.

dean’s hands are still shaking as they rest your waist, his entire body almost trembling with it being still so overwhelming. but it was perfect. and he needs to say that, to tell you that it was everything he’d ever wanted—

“please— please, just kiss me.”

and that comes out of dean’s mouth instead. you’d barely started to wipe your hand when the words spill out in a plea— a beg into your shirt. you’re a little surprised that was the first thing he said post-orgasm.

but still, you lean back just enough after dean says that, bringing your free hand to the side of his face while still in his lap, your gaze flicking between his in the dark of his room for just a moment before you lean back in, pressing your lips onto his again.

dean doesn’t hold back now. he doesn’t care about the mess he just made, the way he sounded, or the fact that he begged you to kiss him after you just made him cum.

he kisses you like a starved man, like the air he was breathing needed to come from your mouth and not any other source. his hands move to the back of your hips, gripping your shirt tight and pulling you even closer to him on his lap, now that your hand wasn’t between you both anymore.

dean tears his lips off of yours— and he is still just barely coming back to himself. his brain still hazy from pleasure, from you, but he tries to get out words because he needs to tell you how much he still wants, needs you. his hands grip tight on your hips, like he’s afraid you’ll just get up and leave if he lets go. his voice is still wrecked when he only manages to whisper your name again.

you don’t move out from dean’s lap, though. you stay pressed against him, his skin so warm and flushed against your own. neither of you had to say anything to know how intimate this all was. dean should be attempting to at least do something besides burying his face back in your shirt.

but you don’t let dean stay like that for too long. your hands go to the sides of his face, holding his head as you tilt it back to look up at you, searching his gaze as you continue to straddle him. and your own voice is a whisper, too.

“y’okay?”

and god, dean feels like his entire body’s just come apart again at that single word, because how do you answer a question like that.

dean has to take a breath, because he still feels the aftermath of it. everywhere. he nods, once— because he’s better than even alright. then again, because he has to tell you that, too.

“yeah,” he manages to get that out, and it’s still so damn wrecked, so out of breath. “more than okay.”

“okay, good,” your gaze softens and you nod when dean confirms that he was okay— and your other now-clean hand finds the side of his face when he looks up at you. a small smile tugs on your lips as your thumbs graze on his cheek. “just checkin’.”

dean’s blown-out eyes are still locked to yours as you brush your thumb against his skin, and he doesn’t think he’ll ever get tired of feeling you touch him like this.

it’s so tender. so soft.

and dean’s just… lost. in you.

but dean does finally manage to speak again, his voice still hoarse as his hands release from your hips start to trail down, calloused fingers rubbing gently on your exposed thighs and saying your name like a prayer. “god, i need—”

you keep dean’s gaze still— but not before glancing down to see his hands on your bare thighs in his dimly-lit bedroom as you straddle him.

dean’s hands looked like they belonged on you.

felt like it, too.

one of your own hands reaches down from dean’s face to his on your thigh, grasping on his fingers with yours.

“tell me what you need,” your voice is still a hush of a whisper, but remains completely and utterly genuine as you search dean’s gaze. “de, tell me what you need me to do, and i’ll do it.”

holy goddamn.

dean’s breath actually stutters a little at that, because you sound so ready, so willing— he can’t help but let those last three years of pining, of wanting you, of hoping show as he looks up at you.

“ride me. please.”

the words come out in a half-choked plea. dean’s so damn desperate for you, he’d beg. hell, he was begging in the darkness.

and you weren’t about to say no.

your hands take themselves off of dean’s face and hand, lifting your leg to discard your sleep shorts, then your (soaked) undies— then going to the shirt that you’d still been wearing, grabbing the hem of it and tearing it off, discarding it somewhere in his room before reaching behind you to unclasp your bra.

and when that finally comes off, too, dean’s entire damn body tenses. because he felt like the air had just been ripped from his lungs.

again.

he’s seeing you more exposed to him, for him than he’s ever seen you before— and the sight of you like this is goddamn perfect. you’re so perfect.

dean’s hands tighten on your thighs, his eyes taking in the view of you like a man starved.

“holy—”

there’s a thousand words he has for you right now. things like beautiful, perfect, mine. but he can’t get them out yet. because his brain is still trying to catch up from the fact that you’re actually here and naked in his lap.

both of dean’s hands reach for your hips as he’s still staring up at you in awe, his fingers gently but almost greedily gripping on you— because he wants to touch you so bad that he wants to let out a goddamn sob. because no one has ever felt like this for him.

because no one has ever come close to the way he craved you.

your eyes meet back up to dean’s green ones once again. you didn’t have to tell him anything or even say something else.

so that’s why you just nod, then reach down between you both once more, starting to fully sink yourself on dean’s dick— all while still keeping his gaze while you let your hands rest on his shoulders, a exhale escaping you both.

you not even halfway on his dick, and dean thinks he might bust again right then and there. his fingers dig into your hip, all while a groan escapes his parted lips: “ah, shit—”

and oh, he’s big. it takes you a second, but you sink down completely on top of him, your pussy sucking him all up— dean feels like he can’t breathe. again. the sight of you like this is gonna fuel his jerk off sessions for the rest of his goddamn life.

dean’s not sure if it’s possible, but he uses his hands on your hips to gently just pull you even closer against him— which ended up being a mistake, because you involuntarily clench around him. his head drops in between your tits at the action.

and.

he.

whines.

“f— fuck—”

yeah. dean just whined at the feeling of being inside of you, eyes screwed shut and everything as he buries his face deeper between your breasts— you can feel the pant of air and his lips on your skin.

dean’s fingers lace together with yours fully, holding your hand tightly while his other is still gripping tight on the meat of your hip, finally taking his face off of you to look up at you above him.

and oh. you’re a goddess, at least. not something heavenly though, because angels are dicks— but you look unreal as you look back down at dean, your mouth just a little parted from feeling him.

dean twitches a little inside you as he tries to find words, just a few, to tell you how much he wants this— or at least to tell you to move.

all he can get out, though?

“p— please.”

you don’t have to ask for clarification.

you know what dean’s asking for.

so you give it to him.

you grind your hips—and dean whines a little again at that— down onto his just once, testing the waters before you find a rhythm.

and dean feels his entire brain just go on complete and total motherfucking overdrive. because this is it. he’s finally getting the most intimate part of you, the part he’s been wanting for so damn long— he literally can’t see straight anymore. that’s how good it feels. how good you feel.

dean’s head goes in between your tits again, still holding your hand as you move your hips on top on him, grinding down on his dick. his other arm goes around your waist, pressing himself against you and gripping you tight in an attempt to steady himself— but it barely helps. his eyes screw shut again, and he’s letting out another whimper before he can stop it.

“fff— oh, fuck—”

a moan drops from your mouth, too, but it’s nothing compared to the sounds dean’s making, gasping and groaning into your skin as he fucks up into you, meeting your movements. his dick is brushing on that spot that makes you groan— and kickstarts your urge to go faster.

so you do.

dean can’t control anything right now. his hips are bucking up into you erratically, the movements only being stunted a little due to how strong your thighs were around him as you straddle him.

your hand not holding dean’s goes into his hair as you’re both pressed together for a better grip— and dean almost sees stars. he groans a little again, his breaths coming in hard pants on the skin between your breasts.

and the praise falls from your lips onto dean’s ear before you can stop it—

“you’re doin’ so good, de.”

dean feels like he’s gonna cry. just from how perfectly good you feel on top of him— and he’s making the most delicious noises that sound like words but it’s just broken moans mixed with whimpers. his hand on your hip tightens to the point it’s almost painful, but you don’t mind all that much.

“ah, don’ worry, i gotcha,” you whisper against dean’s ear again, your hand tightening on his as you let out a rough exhale, chest heaving rapidly against his as your movements don’t falter once. “you’re doing so good f’me, dean.”

dean’s not in control of the sounds that come out his damn mouth anymore— the praise goes straight to his dick, straight to the familiar burning building low in his tummy. it’s just all swearing, sounds of your name and incoherent begging being said into your skin.

“ah— shit, fuckin’— please—”

dean’s not even trying to stop the words from rushing out of his mouth right now, even if he sounds pathetic. because it all feels so goddamn good, and he’s being so good— for you.

and dean can feel nothing but you right now, in every sense possible. everything else has been long gone, and he’s been so goddamn wrapped up in how good your pussy feels around his dick.

dean gasps for air, because wants to tell you that you’ve ruined every living thing for him in the entire goddamn universe forever.

he wants to tell you that he’s about to cum— again.

“jesusfuckin’christ— oh, please—” is what comes out of him instead.

the words are barely intelligible, and dean’s whole body is starting to tense underneath you as he manages to choke out a ragged cry of your name. your hand is still gripping hard onto his own, the other burying itself deeper his hair. you needed to hold onto him right now. shit, you needed a sec.

because dean winchester was begging to cum inside of you.

you almost stop grinding down on him for a second— the keyword being almost.

you just nod against dean’s head still buried in your tits, holding him against you as you talk into his ear again.

“go ahead, baby.”

dean almost sobs again when you say that. he lets go completely just as before, his hands’ grips becoming painful on you as his whole body shakes and convulses against yours, the movements of his hips becoming so erratic once more as he’s painting your walls with his… sixth? seventh? load of the night— only this time, it’s inside of you. and he’s making every sound in the book: whimpers, groans, a whine here and there, too.

you came, too— but honestly, if you didn’t, you would’ve been fine either way. seeing and hearing dean come apart like this was enough to last you a lifetime.

you don’t know how long dean and you stay like that, pressed into each other and panting, fluids mixed together, spilling out and sticking all over your thighs— but even as you pull back just enough to look down at him, dean’s still trembling under you, long after both your orgasms had surpassed their high, melting into a thick haze between you two.

dean can’t look at you— or won’t, but either way, your hand in his hair trails to the side of his face, and you gently force him to look up at you.

dean swallows hard, and his face flushes. the embarrassment was finally, finally starting to set in now that he’d fucked you and himself out. he braces himself for the teasing, the jokes— and the look on your face.

but you weren’t looking down at dean like he was pathetic, or weak. you never did— and you sure as hell weren’t about to start now, after he’d just shown you every side you’d wanted to see of him.

no, you just smile a little, eyes flicking between dean’s as your thumb grazes on his cheek. he can’t help but lean his head into your palm as you exhale your next words out in a breath—

“that was really fuckin’ hot.”

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[suguru-getos]

— satosugu as boyfriends —

it’s hard to decide who’s your bigger fan, satoru or suguru. they’re so in love with everything you do & are so supportive! it took a LOOONNNGG way though— let’s say you met them when they were still in school & so were you. though — you were not a sorcerer. satoru doesn’t mind, he hated non-sorcerers before for making him the reason he’s so looked upto. now thanks to suguru, he wants to protect them. suguru knew you much before than satoru, you were his neighbor after all. how else could you hangout with people who have such major power differences?

things changed after the riko incident— you could see the hatred that suguru slowly festered within him. there were days satoru came to suguru’s apartment to relax & play games with their other juniors like nanamin or haibara. these days you could hardly see the fun… suguru goes out and comes home & that’s all. you and him used to play together as kids and despite you reaching out, suguru was shutting down.

it was until he killed his own parents — that satoru took matters into his own hands. killed hundreds of people & adopted, some girls!!?!?!?? what was even happening!! to protect you, satoru shifted you to the gojo estate. it was simple really, you were a non-sorcerer & suguru would not really care about your life right now just to prove a point.

a year went by just processing what was happening. of course— spending a year with gojo satoru also meant that you two had become incredibly close. earlier, you were invited by suguru over because you & him had always played gaming consoles together. right now, it was totally different. you didn’t know satoru was so mature, and so kind when needed, although keeping his childishness still intact. you were the only one he could openly talk about suguru with. not even shoko — her & yaga had started calling him geto to detach maybe. yet it’s endearing to see such fondness in satoru’s eyes for his bestfriend aka almost lover aka what could have been.

long story short— suguru could not kill you. it’s sickening to think he could do so with his parents but after a year or two when he finally went to the gojo estate having known your whereabouts & missing the chaste peck he stole when things were alright. he cried. hugging you tenderly. expressing how he thinks he shouldn’t have been high on adrenaline that day & did what he did… he wants people like satoru to suffer less. he wants to do something ‼️

it takes a while for suguru to start healing, no one suspects that the strongest sorcerer satoru gojo had secretly kept his best friend in the gojo estate along with his almost girlfriend. :33 even the girls are present with megumi and tsumiki & despite their contrasting personalities— things have seemed to settle for once.

you knew suguru liked to cook so you were now greeted by him preparing you the sweetest ever breakfast in bed, meanwhile satoru insisted you sleep with him (to protect you) :3 yeah as ifff 💁🏻‍♀️ man was too shy to make the first move just yet because you had been trusting him so good. afraid to fuck up. though when you agree? oh he is out of this world. suguru is happy too, in a way he also gets to spoil satoru like this.

satoru uses his old money to ensure you three go on trips at least once every 2-3 weeks. the recent one that you remember is paris. for new years !! it was beautiful to confess your love for each other and finally officially start dating. you were spoiled by insanely hot balcony sex that day. ;)

suguru has improved & also started honing his skills. though during one of the much intimate conversations, you had asked him to trust you enough to come home to after swallowing the sabotaging negativity of a curse & to let you kiss it away. <3 you trust him to follow through with it.

suguru can get especially testy when you’re around your period and satoru decides to mess with your mood. normally, satoru’s teasing is ignored but during those days he gets smacked from sugu. :3 satoru just wants your mood to be better :(( not in the same sense as suguru perhaps. so satoru takes on the role of your sugar daddy as usual. getting you your favorite snackies and stuff.

there is no power dynamic as such between the two of them. really— they’re just equals and you like that despite being in a relationship, satosugu can be switches to each other and daddy doms to you as always.

satoru was the first one who discovered that making you feel smaller, would regress you up a little. you’d cutely pout & get subby and babytalking to you during that rare occaision would actually get him you in the form of putty in his hands. so satosugu are mostly like “let daddy handle it sweetness.” / “oh no you’re too small for that, give me.” / “no baby you can’t reach there, let daddy help.” and ugh it makes you so fucking submissive for them they love that & YOU love that😩

satoru and suguru together decided to get you another cat which would be a cute little brother for your pet. they are such good pet fathers you often wonder how good they’d be to kids — oh wait, 😏 you have their adopted babies to witness that first hand too! how lucky! 🍀

nsfw hcs later alligator i’d elaborate on this more later too! enjoy my word vomit besties 👯‍♀️ send me jjk askies ���🏻‍♀️ thank you!

[heliosundercover]

This post is smut aka 18+ if you’re under 18 please don’t interact‼️

For the rest of you enjoy

Jason putting his reading glasses on your face when rutting into you after you insisted you couldn’t wait one more minute for him to finish the page he was on. 

“My pretty girl, i see why you couldn’t wait; you’re sopping wet, Hold these for me, baby." He takes off his reading glasses, putting them on your face. His fingers reach to pull your panties to the side.

He groans, pushing into you. The position he had you in was downright sinful, with your back pressed against his chest. He had propped one of your legs on the arm of his reading chair.

"Needy little slut, aren't you? You can't keep your hands or your mouth to yourself. I just had to put my book down for you.”

Jason’s breath tickles your neck as he speaks into your ear. He groans as he ruts into you with forceful, purposeful strokes. You let out a whine. You had been so eager earlier, being so vocal about how you wanted him to split you open and what you would do to him, but now that he was slamming his cock into you, you could only whine and beg incoherently. If there was one thing Jason was going to do, it was fuck you stupid on his cock. The room fills with the sounds of skin on skin and the creaking of the wooden chair you two were on.

“M’ cumming,” the words come out as a needy whine. Listening to your plea, Jason speeds up, slamming into you with primal urgency. The chair creaks with the force of his thrusts, your cries and moans fill the room. Your walls flutter, signaling your orgasm.

The feeling sends Jason towards his own; he grunts, focused on fucking you through your orgasm, his own release building. Your orgasm crashes over you, your back arching as waves of pleasure ripple through your body. Jason fucks you through the feeling as long as he can, but soon joins you, his body tensing as he empties himself into your cunt, his hips stuttering erratically.

"You satisfied? Can I read in peace, pretty girl?"

You nod dreamily, and Jason just chuckles. Taking his glasses off your face, he pulls you off of him, carrying you to your shared bedroom and laying you down on the bed. He leaves the room for what feels like ten seconds, but it was enough time for you to close your eyes and go to sleep. Jason does his best to clean you up with a damp washcloth without waking you. Before going back to reading his book. 

[starlightwoofwoof]

Hello, I got one idea…that's about DW×MLB AU and Akuma!Astro…Well, recently I remembered that you like the idea about "collective dream by Akuma!Astro". That time lore wasn't decided and the reason would be work if it was "gameverse" but now we are fully stick on a "toonverse". But I have one idea. Also related to the guilt(lol)Imagine that after Daydream Lullaby(aka Akuma!Boxten) was defeated Astro would be…felt guilt about that. If he noticed that Boxten was having a nightmare, he could prevent it all. And that guilt pushes Astro enough to be akumatized(ironic isn't it?)I'm sorry if it was too confusing and every possible typo and incorrect using of words (English isn't my native language)

oh no no, it’s okay!! I get what you’re saying lol

anyway, here he is, I finally made a reference for him!!

Info :

Eternal Night has the power to cause everyone to go into a deep sleep, and he traps them in their dreams

Not sure if the incident with Boxten would be enough to cause his own akumatization but I mean, maybe idk- I mean, it probably has to do with at least something with his guilt and insecurities

Eternal only whispers when speaking, as to not wake anybody up (even though they probably wouldn’t be able to hear him anyway)

His non-star eye is usually closed, but I like to think it looks really cool when it’s open

You can usually find Eternal in his “dreamscape lair��, where he monitors everyone’s dreams and makes sure they’re happy in them

Eternal also usually just … cries to himself, holds someone’s dream in his hands and apologizes to them, even if he didn’t wrong them at all (also, again, they probably can’t hear him anyway-)

Eternal Night is apart of THE BIG GUY CLUB ‼️‼️‼️ (he’s pretty tall, I think he’s the tallest out of all the akumas so far, or at least one of the tallest ones)

His hat and body underneath his blanket is made out of this “galaxy dust” stuff

Yes, the star on his face is an eye-

He does have four arms, by the way! (I like the headcanon/theory lol so it’s canon in this AU)

I like to think Eternal is one of the akumas that has good intentions, but doesn’t go about it in the best way

alright I think that’s it- here’s some doodles, I could really only think of doing one where Eternal’s just really sad and uhh

that

oh ye random thing, I think I might want my next post about this AU to be some random fun facts about it, if I can think of any, so stay tuned!! :D

maybe you guys can leave me some questions that could lead to fun facts if I can’t think of any- idk-

I still need to catch up on my asks

[wintfleur]

₊˚ෆ ⋆.˚ 𖧧　.˚ ⋅ ᰋ ── MY FAMILY LINE !

aka stella’s relationship with her brothers

━━━ ❛ i will be your brother and I’ll hold your hand

𖧧　.˚ ⋅ GENERAL INFO !

groupchat name : the REAL housewives of Michigan + trev 🍻

their groupchat is extremely active, it’s honestly mostly stella and quinn. they are always checking in on each other, stella loves sending random pictures and updating them about her day.

yes trevor zegras is in the groupchat, he wouldn’t stop complaining until her was invited in.

sibling trips are a need, and it’s almost always quinn who’s planning them.

they are so proud of each other, always wanting to talk about how happy and proud they are of each other

known as being some of the most iconic siblings ever

𖧧　.˚ ⋅ QUINN HUGHES !

their contact names:

quinn’s for stella: stink 👧🏻

stella’s for quinn: quinny bear 🧸

Quinn is honestly the best big brother ever, they are extremely close.

Quinn took her to one of her middle school dances, after Jack scared off her crush who asked her.

Quinn is Stella’s safe place and vice versa

growing up when ever the siblings played hockey together, she always teamed with Quinn because Jack and Luke didn’t want to team with her.

Quinn ugly cried at the long and sweet message Stella sent him to congratulate him at becoming captain

Always sits next to each other on movie nights, sharing the snacks Stella steals from a sleeping Luke

She gets sister privileges with all her brothers, but the most from Quinn, he can’t say no to her

He teared up when she got accepted into umich, he’s so proud of his baby sister!

They always find time to FaceTime every week

Quinn finds it tough to be so far from her

Stella once called Quinn up when she was drunk at a party when he was out with some of his teammates, and Quinn had to use one of his teammates phone to call Luke to go pick her up because Stella started to cry when Quinn said he was going to call Luke real quick and call back.

Quinn and a few of Stella’s closest friends are the only ones who have access to her secret secret insta account, Quinn always questions why he’s added because she posts some questionable things

Quinn is honestly her pillow whenever there close

Whenever Stella would get sad and miss there dad because he’s away, she would always go join Quinn in her room, not wanting to be alone.

Quinn always pushed stella on the swings when they were kids.

𖧧　.˚ ⋅ JACK HUGHES !

their contact names:

jack’s for stella: brat 👧🏻

stella’s for jack: don’t answer, proceed with caution ‼️

They are honestly like Tom and jerry

they definitely argue the most out of all the siblings

Jack is the only one who can tease/make fun of Stella, he’s gotten into many fights over the years defending her. Physical and verbal

When stella was younger she would get really scared of the thunderstorms and couldn’t sleep, so she would always go to jacks room.

Stella has different ways of showing that she’s angry at her brothers, for Jack it’s the silent treatment and he absolutely hates it!

When the siblings have there prank wars, they always team up to mess with Luke

Stella and jack always cheat and help each other when they have family game nights, mostly because they love pissing Luke off

Jack makes sure to keep all the artwork Stella has given him safe, he loves them all. He’s really proud of his talented little sister!

Jack hates the small crush Stella has on nico, and all the comments she leaves on his pictures. Stella even once wore nico’s jersey to one of the games and Jack glared at nico and a smiling Stella as he watched nico sign it for her. (Nico could just look at Stella and she would be a flustered giggling mess)

Jack definitely gets worried the most about her anemia, keeping extra iron pills and making sure she’s getting enough iron and sleep.

Whenever he had a bad game he always would see a sweet and encouraging message from Stella when he got back to the locker room, Stella try’s to watch all her brothers games.

Jack will always feel guilty for the amount of fake friends that tried to use Stella to get closer to him.

Even though they have there arguments, Stella knows that Jack will be there for her no matter what. Jack will always have her back.

they have there moments, but Jack really is the sweetest brother

Jack is her designated sleigh, pusher 

Jack pretends that he hates when Stella has aux, but he always sings along to her music

𖧧　.˚ ⋅ LUKE HUGHES !

their contact names:

luke’s for stella: stells 💕

stella’s for luke: evil twin 🫎

They are honestly more like twins, everyone always assumes they are at first.

Luke honestly tells Stella everything, so they get hurt if the other is hiding something from them.

They hate keeping secrets from each other, and most of the time they end up cracking and telling the secret.

Luke feels the most comfortable talking to Stella about his feelings and his struggles, he knows Stella will never judge and is always there for him.

Stella gets a lot of hate from the internet and her brothers try their hardest to protect her from it, but sometimes it really gets to her and Luke is always the first one to realize somethings wrong and comfort her.

They know each other so well and can read each others body language, very useful when they want to get out of things. (Ex;Luke can tell when Stella wants to leave a party)

Luke is very protective of Stella and always keeps his eyes on her during party’s, he takes holding her drink very seriously.

He’s protective of Stella but not as intense as Jack.

He genuinely hates how all his friends had a crush on Stella growing up.

Literally acted like her body guard in school.

He has also gotten into a few fights defending Stella.

Stella always forced Luke to play just dance with her, she always won of course, except at the Brittany spears songs, for some reason Luke always won at those

Stella found her love for art when she was a kid, finger painting with Luke

Luke would always come and sit next to her whenever she had to rest from playing with the other kids because of her anemia, he didn’t want her to feel left out.

Luke has a habit of just coming into her room, not saying anything and just laying in her bed and going on his phone.

Luke and Stella love messing with Jack during the holidays, especially when all the cousins get together.

Luke and her are a unbeatable team at Mario kart

Piggyback rides are there thing

Luke and Stella cried and had a movie night in her dorm when he told her he would be leaving umich.

Luke felt guilty knowing that he was leaving her at college while he left, but she reassured him and said she’s so happy that his dreams are coming true.

Stella definitely misses Luke so much, but she’s so proud of her brother and would never want to hold him back.

𝓇oro’s note. I can’t wait to write more of Stella’s dynamic with her brothers! I love writing sibling relationships, helps me heal my sibling trauma lowkey…anyways! Who’s relationship with Stella do you like the most so far? I JUST LOVE STELLA AND HER BROTHERS 😖���️

au masterlist — you can find asks under #💌stellahughes!

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[jcs-singular-slut-strand]

do you have any favorite jiang cheng/chengxian episodes of the untamed? I'm a novel canon person, don't feel like watching the whole show, but I do want to see my faves in live action

Oh baby girl you have come to the right place

The Untamed doesn't have all that many of the chengxian book moments because it was focused alot more on getting around the wangxian censorship (by giving the teen chengxian relationship to wangxian) but it did make its own, and for that i am grateful. Most of my love for The Untamed lies in the fact that it was the first adaptation I saw and I like their faces.

IN NO PARTICULAR ORDER:

EPISODE 16! EPISODE 16! EPISODE 16!!!!!

This is the main burning of Lotus Pier episode and features The Strangle Scene as well as the love heart grass moment🫶 (+ overall angst)

Episode 18 (AKA the infamous Golden Core Transfer episode)

I mean. I could talk about the whole imagery of the scene with wei wuxian PUTTING THE BLINDFOLD OVER JIANG CHENGS EYES HIMSELF but this is not the time or place. Just trust it's incredible

Episode 10 (AKA the Shixiong 🙄🙄 episode)

Chengxian (+ lwj and nhs but whatever) go to Qinghe and they are SO INSYNC IT'S INSANE!!!! Plus Jiang Cheng smiles in this episode (and Wei Wuxian side hugs him whilst he's doing it)

Episode 13 (AKA the if you die I die episode)

Jiang Cheng being physically restrained and dragged out of the cave by Jin Zixuan to stop him from staying with Wei Wuxian. Need i say more

Episode 17 (AKA the these are OUR feelings episode)

Wei Wuxian is sooooo fucking distressed by the depth of Jiang Cheng's dispare and proceeds to not sleep trying to find a cure for the Golden Core melting

Episode 20 (AKA the reunion Episode)

Jiang Cheng (and lwj I guess 🙄🙄) FINALLY find Wei Wuxian

ONLY ADAPTION TO USE THE CHENGXIAN HUG FROM THE NOVEL‼️‼️‼️

Episode 23 (AKA the the start of Jiang Cheng devouring in his sect leader outfits)

Not really a chengxian episode but they are EATING these outfits UP

Episode 27 (AKA the babe are you mad at me episode)

This is probably one of the most chengxian episodes EVER!! The argument, the "Do you still not understand the situation we're in? Do I have to spell it out for you? If you're determined to protect them, then I won't be able to protect you"

EAHDHEUXJEDBDJWBD

Episode 28 (AKA the breakup episode)

The Fight. What more is there to say

Episode 33 (AKA The Episode)

Homoerotic shixiong "killing"

Episode 46 (AKA the reveal)

Ancestry Hall + Golden core reveal. Nothing much else to say.

EPISODE 49! EPISODE 49! EPISODE 49!!!!!!!

The "take care" and emo goodbye episode

THEY MAKE ME ILL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! STOP LOOKING AT EACH OTHER LIKE THAT YOU'RE FREAKING EVERYONE ELSE OUT

EMO

[the-roo-too]

Hi!! Can I request fluffy alphabets for Yunjin? Thank you💗

candy -> huh yunjin ver

aka the fluff alphabet

admiration (what does she absolutely adore about you)- if you are at least the tiniest bit a musical person, she deffo loves to jam out with you. will force you to try and compose with her probably, even if you only know two chords on the guitar

body (what’s her favourite body part of yours)- yunjin is a hair girlie to me, she likes to play with it—give you cute hair styles if it’s long or just put pretty charms in it if it’s short!

cuddling (how she likes to cuddle)- big spoon ☝️🤓 might fight you for it (secretly loves being the little spoon tho)

dates (what’s her ideal date)- i’m thinking binging some movies late at night (like the greatest showman) and singing your hearts out 🏳️‍🌈

emotions (how does she express her emotions around you)- girlie is an open book around you. musically gifted people are usually very connected with their emotions (and yunjin did go to music school so..)

family (does she want one)- i kinda have mixed feeling about this one. maybe later in life when you’ve both settled down? she doesn’t really give me the kids vibe tho

gifts (what about gift giving)- would absolutely compose an either short ass piece or perform a long ass opera for you and would force you to listen to it 🎀🎀

holding hands (does she like to hold hands)- yes! absolutely! also smooches your hand. i feel like yunjin carries around three different hand creams. also the type to hand you a fruit scented cream in the middle of june and say “it’s fruity, like you.”

injuries (what would she do if you got hurt)- with all due respect, she wouldn’t know what to do 😭 call chaewon? tell manager? order take out?

jokes (does she like to joke around)- yes. as i said, fruity cream, fruity you.

kisses (how does she like to kiss you)- either smooches your face or full on make out session, i don’t make the rules ✊

love (what’s her love language)- passive aggressive affection. you’re grumpy in the morning? too bad, you’re still listening to taylor swift’s whole discography with her

memory (what’s her favourite memory together)- meeting you for the first time! say you two met in a coffee shop while yunjin had a break between rehearsals. the moment your eyes made contact she was doomed lol

nighttime (how does sleeping with her look like)- yunjin 100% steals the blankets. wraps herself in a burrito and you will NOT get them unless she cuddles you close and lets you inside the cocoon

oddity (what’s one quirky thing about her)- to be fair opera singing is kinda weird. like imagine you’re coming home late and night and you whisper shout a soft “yunjin! are you awake?” and she responds with a “HEREEE MY LOVEEEEE” sung loudly 🗣️

pet names (what does she like to call you)- baby girl, with a lip bite. but like “baby gowrlllllll 🫦🫦🫦🫦”

quality time (how does she like to spend time with you)- every time spent with you is quality time for her (and she will rizz you up while saying that)

rush (does she rush into things)- you’re living together by the second week of you dating

secrets (how open is she with you)- open book ‼️‼️ wanna know her father’s dead cat’s name? or what colour was chaewon face when she puked after drinking spilled milk thinking it was yoghurt?

time (how long did it take her to confess)- going with the idea that she saw you at a coffee shop, she would visit that exact place for a straight up week until she saw you again and then shoot her shot 💀

upset (what’s her reaction when you’re upset)- you’re probably upset after a fight, so then she’s upset too. if that’s not the case, if you yell at her because you’re upset, then yunjin will because upset too lol. she’s not the type to apologise first so buckle up!

visibility (is she afraid of the public opinion)- nah. you remember that one post she made for pride some time ago? public opinion’s got nothing on her

warrior (how often do you fight)- i actually thing you might fight quite a lot… 💀 because of the rushing thing. when you two hit like a two year mark or sum, it gets better. but the rushed relationship gets kinda bumpy at first.

x-ray (is she able to read you)- even if you’re not as much of an open book as yunjin is, i think she makes it her goal to know what you’re thinking at all times. like a little personal challenge

yes (how would she propose to you)- most sappy way possible, would take you to a beach and arrange for her members to blindfold you and shit. lead you down to the shore and when you feel the cold water wetting your shoes, that’s when she drops on one knee (yes, in the water) while eunchae takes off the blindfold lol

zen (what makes her feel calm)- cuddles! singing! movies! just casual romantic shit. i said she would say sorry first but she might force you to cuddle her in the middle of the night even if you two just had a massive fight

part of [the fluff series]

[woooooya]

Yall just finished the main quest where Rover acquires resonance conversion and just gonna say..

General Jiyan is so fucking hot like omg the whole time i was simping so much my phone is overflowing with screenshots 🥵🥵

Also because I'm a freak imma ship fem!Rover here with him fight me 😤😤

‼️Might be some spoilers below, but mostly my horny brain let's go ‼️

Tw: fem!Rover x general(🫦)!Jiyan, contains smut, unhinged thought process and foul language, proceed with caution 💋

Just imagine, them fighting alongside and finally winning, seeing their comrades' happy smiles and tears, all of them can finally take a breath and not worry and chill and just relax yk

With all that fighting obviously (🤨) adrenaline is surging through their veins, blood pumping, energy booming and that's when their newly found acquaintances (aka Rover and Jiyan 🤭). And that night when everybody's celebrating Jiyan just can't help but think about how Rover looked just tantalising fighting that monster girlie and his pants keep getting tighter. It doesn't help that they're literally sitting across from each other, so close yet so far. Now Rover looks so cute, smiley, cheeks flushed and lips glossed. He's bewitched and can't wait any longer so, he just sneakily tells her to meet him near the chambers at the station. Rover finds him near his room (duh) and now when he knows they're all alone he just pulls her by the waist and meets her lips in a heated kiss stepping inside the room with his back.

Now in the confines of his room he pushes her gently on the door and explores her mouth with his tongue, teeth clashing but he couldn't care less. His pants are almost fucking ripping from how hard he is. Seeking some relief he pushes his hips on Rover's thigh and starts grinding, consequently trapping her.

He's a quick, strong man, so Rover is taken aback a lil, but does not push him away ('cause adrenaline be pumping down there for her too come on) so she just slips her hand in his hair and tugs carefully testing the waters. Man has never produced such porn-worthy sounds and that's when you know he's had enough of this teenage shit, not breaking the kiss he steps to his bed tenderly laying her down (he's a strong, not rough man ykyk). Breaking the kiss he stares at Rover's eyes being able to only breathily whisper near her mouth how bad he wants her. Girl's literally already soaking, but being so bluntly told that? She might be on the verge of coming already.

Jiyan's a lil impatient already, so he just takes off Rover's slutty little shorts, freeing himself just from his pants too and aligns his seething cock with her pussy. He feels her wet and pulsing over nothing and slides in trying to hold himself from forcefully pushing all in right away.

So they were fucking like rabbits all night till literally both fell asleep from tiredness, cuddling in their sleep finally for the first time in forever feeling serene....

note: it was supposed to be a lil thought with almost no context but oh well 🥴🥴 was supposed to spend this time preparing for an exam tomorrow, but needed to get some disturbing info out, so here you go a lil imagine i guess (never writing shit again though, it's so hard 😤😭)

[transmascaraa]

Halo😗 i bet you didn't expect me here (you probably did, like you always do)

Anyways I'm here for a req🫣 (realised I haven't requested in a long time from you, how could i?)

So we (you) know how much i love Tighnari. Imagine him with reader who is like very untidy and unkempt? I think it would be funny considering the fact that that's Tighnari we're talking about.

Love ya💜💜

bf!tighnari headcannons!

he's about to go crazy sometimes.

bf!tighnari x gn!reader

author's note: love you too<3 OKAY so i love this idea bffr AND i missed writing about single characters like this lol so i hope you like it^^

"again? *sigh*..."

-being tighnari's lover basically means that you have to follow certain rules.

-of course, nothing too strict and it's fine to break those rules, it's just how he prefers it.

-a few of those rules include:

-don't stay up later than 12pm at most. aka keep a healthy sleep schedule.

-eat and drink a normal amount. that counts eating at least 3 meals each day, but never eating too much or too little of something. stay healthy.

-and of course:

-try to be as tidy as possible.

-i don't know how simple or not they may sound to you, but to him, they're pretty important.

-if you break some rules, he's gonna scold you.

-and you have problems with staying tidy, of course. (not gonna blame you, i have very similar problems)

-these moments and stuff happens when he walks into your room randomly, either to call you to dinner, or to just check up on you.

-you were laying in your bed, on your phone, while your room was... "messy" was a bit of an understatement at this point.

-he was about to call you to eat dinner together, he cooked your favorite meal, but then he just stood in the doorway.

-his facial expression remained the same, but he was speechless.

-"what. is. this. [name]."

-"oh- sorry, i was meaning to clean it sometime soon, but i keep forgetting. anyways, what were you meaning to ask?" you reply, setting your phone aside.

-"no, not yet. what did i say about tidiness?" finally, he changed his facial expression to an irritated one as he crossed his arms in a sassy way.

-"that we should-" but then—

-"nope, not me. just you." he interrupted you.

-"*sigh* fine... so, you said that i should keep as tidy as i can." you said begrudgingly.

-"exactly. and are you keeping as tidy as you can?"

-"not really- i mean, not at all.." you finally admit.

-"now, come eat dinner with me, and as soon as we finish, you're coming back here to clean all of this shit up." he finally said, as he walked away back to the kitchen.

-you just sighed and went to eat dinner.

-once you finished eating, you asked him to help you because your room really was a mess.

-and even tho he didn't feel like it, he decided to help you out.

-after finally getting your room into an appropriate state, he always reminds you to clean your room often enough and to keep it tidy, and to take care of yourself most importantly.

-while these things do annoy him, it is not anything enough to make him break up with you, never.

-he was willing to go through all of this with you the moment the accepted getting into a relationship with someone like you.

-it doesn't stop him from loving you.

~~~~~

yayy i love it‼️

and i hope anyone who reads it loves it as muchh

hoping to do more reqs asap😭

| @mariaace <3

[ask-the-sprunkis]

Ask the sprunkis?

About Aiden(mod 1):

YES I KNOW I REBRANDED THE NYX BLOG. I just didn’t know what to do with it anymore so here we are lol. Anyways, I’m Aiden/Winn. Main blog is @aiden-aka-winn I’m mostly free so you guys can just bother me with asks. Idc. Anyways, am minor. Oh yeah, this blog will be owned by @zcattopalt too, so both of us will answer! ^ ^

About Cattop (Mod 2):

Hallo!! I'm cattop but u can call me cat (don't call me catbottom plz (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠)) and uhh I am also a minor and I will be very active to able to answer the asks!! (if I have time ofc) sooo I sometimes make arts under the asks if I have a motivation and yeh!! hope u guys are okay with me! :D

INBOX STATUS: OPEN!

RULES! Written by Jevin:

Isn’t it obvious? Well, I’ll just state it anyways, act normal Please.

No NSFW please, Mod’s a minor.

Vents are fine.

Crossovers and OCs?? What is that- whatever, is ok.

Mod can be busy sometimes so be patient, if they don’t respond immediately, they have school, or is just sleeping.

⚠️IMPORTANT INFORMATION: THIS BLOG WILL GO ALONG WITH THE CANON LORE, MEANING THE SHIPS ARE ONLY OREN X PINKI. ⚠️

(If y’all don’t wanna read this you can just skip if you already know the characters)

All the characters!

Oren - Orange

Raddy - Red

Clukr- Sliver/light gray

Funbot - robot

Vineria- Green

Gray - Gray

Brud - Brown

Garnold - Gold

OWAKCX - Lime

Sky - Light Blue/sky blue

Mr. Sun - Sun

Durple - Purple

Mr. Tree - Tree

Simon - Yellow

Tunner - Tan

Mr. Fun computer - Computer

Wenda - White

Pinki - Pink

Jevin - Blue/Dark blue

Black - Black

Claimed anons

‼️ anon

💫Anon

🕸️Anon(?)

[erial-c]

WEDDING AUDIO BAYBEY‼️

ohh bare with me this live reacting was all over the place

UGGHH SAPPY DAVID IS SO CUTE  . i may not be the biggest shaw pack fan but his character development will never cease to kill me

asher panicking 😭😭 AND CALMING HIMSELF DOWN because he didn't realize today was the day

baaabe being dressed already?? that's ao fucking funny they fr just let ash sleep (also a little bit of personaloty for baaabe  . the crowd cheers)

asher please your mate is already dressed  . dear god

i love that darlin out of all people wanted to make it so that the mates won't see each other until the ceremony . i know it's mostly because they wanted to drive the listener groups aka the "fun group" as they call it (listeners are bffies CANON!!!) but it's much funnier to think they hold onto that tradition for some reason 

"we're fun too, right?  ...right???" yeah asher whatever you say🤞

YEAASSSS SPEAKER BANTER I LOVE THIS SHIT SAOW MUCJ

"i don't even want to imagine what chaos those four are getting up to" THW SILENCE IN THE CAR???? erik was giggling and kicking his feet putting this in the script huhhuh

darlin being the one to make sure neither of the mates are peeking LMAO  . and sam calling them beautiful too. kill me actually

milo calling out asher's hair "are you trying to look like you got married in a wind tunnel?????? david don't let him walk out like that!!!!!!" further proving the headcanon that milo is the most well dressed of the shaw pack 

milo's nervous as shit  😭😭 i forgot he was gonna be the fucking officiant bro id be sweating fucking bullets too

"just maybe.. cuss a little less" great advice to tell milo out of all people  , sam

serious talk with the alpha and beta .. shivers

"why did you pick me?" asher  . asher  please.

"take the chance of saying something that's not perfect, if it means you get to really say what you feel" crazy  . i love angel (they are a listener character)) (they have no voice)) 

"you're the other side of my coin. you always have been" DAVID  . DAAAVIDDDD.

its good to see that david understands that while he know he made the right choice, he still understands the heavy responsibility he put on ash in assigning him to be pack beta

"you're too hard on yourself too" "well we had to have something in common other than destiny and smash bros, right?" KILL ME. stop being cute you loser

big three shaw pack hug  . ill kill myself

"i'm going to be up there lookin this good, people are gonna be confused on whose day it is!" "are they gonna be able to see you? do we get a step stool for behind the podium?" MILO DON'T LISTEN 2 THEM MY SHORT KING🤞🤞🤞 also beta boy😭😭😭😭😭

the effortless switch from banter to being all sentimental and emotional is crazy  . i hate these guys (lie)

RAAAAGHHH CEREMONY💥‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️ YEAAASSSSS

yaknow while i did expect a few side characters/guest VAs to voice side characters , i don't think the audio feels that empty . it's just focused on the main characters and honestly im actually ok with it

not the laugh track😭feels like im watching a sitcom this is so funny

im assuming all the guests are empowered/informed  , because milo is calling the couples "mates"

YEAAAASSSSSSSSSSSSSS THE VOWS‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️ HERECOME THE WATERWORKS (mine and theirs🤞🤞)

girl nevamind the silence for baaabe's/angelangel's vows r still so silly

"the- the pairs of you. to each other. not all together. uh- congratulations  . uh- clap, everybody. now" no actually we're a polycule neow . canon because i said so

[gowonders]

go you girl ♥ ot5 + you!

aka.. y/n getting princess treatment from her members and having the best relationship with them

notes : hiiii! this is one of my favorite things to write i am absolutely in love with sixth member reader.. anyways this could be seen as romantic or platonic!! definitely written with best friends to lvrs in mind but that’s because that’s my fav trope.. gulp

warnings: fem reader, not proofread, lowkey tension in yeonjun nothing bad though, serious mutual pining in beomgyus, size difference with reader and hyuka.. (tell me if i missed any!)

yeonjun :

y’all definitely have sibling-type relationship..

BUT NOT IN A GOOD WAY. on camera y’all act like you 100% hate eachother.

maybe the best fans are getting is a forced hug

maybe a shared slam on one of your other members..

but behind closed doors? you’re actually best friends.

laying in his arms as he plays with your hair as you watch a corny movie, painting his nails, helping him pick out outfits, maybe even doing his makeup is some of your favorite things to do together…

maybeee you have some tension after that one “challenge for acting!” on m2…? (PLEASE KNOW WHAT IM TALKING ABOUT.)

maybeeeeee he actually kissed you when you get back to the dorms!! we’ll never know! 🫣

onto princess treatment.. you definitely get it from this man.

remember the whole sibling thing? yeah.

”don’t you want something from the store?”

”yn, do you want me to buy you this?”

”i’ll get it for you. oh my god.”

rumor has it, if you complain about not having something long enough it’ll appear in your room along with your favorite snack~ yeonjun swears it’s the hybe santa..

soobin :

you guys are an UNSTOPPABLE DUO.

sometimes it feels like you’re the only two with sense in that group ….

you two have bonded over the fact that maybe you’re the only sensible ones in there!

he hasn’t told you.. but he definitely likes spending alone time with you.. so he lies and says you’re definitely better than everyone in the group (you’re not. you’re literally worse than huening kai..)

”no no no no yn!! you’re so responsible!” you spent 200 on albums for a group you fangirled for the other night.

he also loves giving you nicknames!! maybe it’s the leader in him, but he’s almost like your father figure?? (it literally doesn’t matter how old you are, he’s like your second dad.)

”silly, mini-me, *something based on your animal*” it is never ending!!!

you being the only girl doesn’t help how he practically acts like your dad…

”ynnnnnnnn.. when did you go to sleep last night..”

“um!!! 9:00!”

“then why did i hear the door close at 11:00? huh??”

“i was practicing….”

he gives you THAT look. you know the one your parents give you when they’re upset?

”im not mad. just disappointed.”

”okay daddddd..” new nickname am i right?

ANYWAYS

this man is the king of princess treatment.

opening your water for you.. you didn’t ask?

“i knew you would…” he says, handing your the bottle with a shrug.

beomgyu :

well well well if it isn’t my favorite man to write for mutual pining!

like.. you two have been best friends since you were trainees..

and you too were so obvious with the flirting…

BUT YOU WERE BOTH SO OBLIVIOUS TO EACHOTHER.

beomgyu would always hug you from behind at practice, pretending to be interested in what you were looking at..

he really just likes hugging you..

but i feel like your relationship would just be very touchy yk??

likeeee.. let’s say you’ve been going to the gym more, the second you wear even a shorter top..

he is poking those abs ‼️

”i dunno yn.. might be getting better than taehyun!”

OR HES ALSO LIKE YEONJUN. he loves having you in his arms, telling jokes and random gossip as his fingers ghost over the neck he’s “jokingly” marked when you were both drunk..

anyways

his favorite thing to say to you is “i’ll do it!”

”i got it!” “let me do it yn!!”

this man will never let you do anything yourself..

he’s grabbing things from a cabinet you could totally reach, buying you things you can most definitely afford, even doing your hair for you sometimes (which he’s surprisingly good at ??)

he’s also very very very protective

like he’ll get you a blanket if you’re wearing a skirt, or he’ll stand behind you on tour to make sure nobody is being a weirdoooo <3

(can y’all tell i gushed on his..)

taehyun :

you two are the embodiment of sunshine protector x sunshine!!!

in “ to-do “ you could literally be jumping around and giggling in one side of the frame and taehyun could just be like

:>

YALL ARE SO CUTE

it’s like a perfect combo , like one of you do too much one of y’all do little!!!

he loves hugging you.. and you love it too!!

the way his arms wrap around you tightly, the way he picks you up a little, and the way his fingers linger around the hem of your shirt before he pulls away..

his cute little thing he does is he always takes your recommendations..

like i 100% see him adding the song you recommended to his playlist or the drink you always drink sitting on the desk in his room

”what do you have there, tyunnie?” you ask as you peer into his room. “the snack you always make me get at the store.. wanted to see the hype!” he smiles sheepishly.

he loves buying you things too

but he’s less shameless about it :3

‘I was at the store and I saw that album you wanted, can I get it for you?’ he texts you while he’s out and about !!

he just loves getting you stuff it’s insaneee

he’s also like beomgyu in the way he will do everything for you

”nah nah nah let me get it.”

king of princess treatment tbh

huening kai :

YALL ARE LITERALLY BEST FRIENDS IDGAF

you two are always caught together

“have you seen huening kai?” “umm probably with yn but that’s just a guess!”

he loves sharing things with you too

like snacks or drinks, indirect kissing?? who cares (huening kai.. his cheeks are always pink when you take a sip from his can >_<)

he loves laying in your lap

(but this might be because i will forever head canon hyuka as a thigh/tummy man…)

he literally just loves laying on you

HES LIKE A DOG WHO DOESNT REALIZE HOW BIG HES GOTTEN SINCE HE WAS A PUPPY SO HES ALMOST CRUSHING YOU BECAUSE OF THE SIZE DIFFERENCE

but you don’t care 👍👍

extremely obsessed with matching items

you guys have matching plushies and keychains just to match a few!

he literally started to look for things that reminded him of you to buy you

like he bought you a plushie of your rep animal just because

HES ALSO DEFINITELY THE ONE YOU COME TO AFTER PERFORMANCES

“you literally did so well ynieeeee!”

gives excellent hugs too

i feel like he’d also be really helpful if you had a wardrobe malfunction (+funny..)

wide eyes as he lowkey messes up the choreo to help fix whatever was wrong with your outfit :>

fans say y’all are basically siblings too

im just saying i headcannon YOU TWO as the best duo 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

༘⋆🍊💿💭 ⋆˙

i hope you liked theseeee! if you want i would love to hear any feedbackkk! have a nice day ♥ ♥

[cy4nid33]

YAPANESE

So basically :3 I have off Tuesday and Thursday turns out bc snow!! (AND IM FROM THE SOUTH SO SNOW IS A HUGE DEAL WE AINT MADE FOR THESE THINGS 💔🗣️🗣️‼️‼️ BUT I LOWKEY AM SO EXCITED CUZ THERES SNOW LIKE EVERY 4 YEARS SOMEWHAT OK ENOUGH DRE RAMBLING :3)

Anyways I have a degree in yapology, :3

BOOM I had to sleep early /lie I stayed up till 2 :3  so I made uhhh au swap thing of usc if he was the flamboyant dragon and yeah!!!

Ok I was kinda thinking about this and I think usc would be very very traumatized but is lowkey too flamboyant to show it, he really likes the normal cookie’s culture and his favorite thing is getting tattoos from each village he visits, (though now he doesn’t like the newer tattoos, he prefers the more ancient methods like getting stabbed with a sharpened bone or summ :3 I had to look that up)

Anyways yeah he met his little grumpy husband (and I imagine the kids kinda look the same :3)(he’s still the malewife)(as USC’s creator it is canon in every Au usc is a malewife :3)

Radiant Polaris cookie before his crash out of the century;

Basically he was a very bubbly god, he created the North Star and people follow his word (I think he is the light of faith I forgot but idk if faith to wrath would make sense..?)

So when he was with constellation cookie (now known as Pillars of creation cookie)

Constellation cookie in a panic, ran to RPC, giving him a sort of crown, he was urging him a lot,

Though to RPC, he had thought nothing of it, it was almost an instinct to do something for his husband if he asked. Turns out his husband was actually kidnapped and it was shadow milk cookie who was tricking him— so yeah be lowkey became a beast,

Shadow milk cookie tested his strength and asked RPC to destroy most of his kingdom and boom :3 he did. And yeah, that’s how he fell :33

OK SO HOW EACH BEAST FELL BC I NEED TO START KEEPING TRACK

Radiant Polaris cookie- forced into by shadow molk

Corrupt- him giving into his impulsiveness/ intrusive thoughts (ex: basically when you think “man what if I punch this guy in the face.” Usually people wouldn’t do it but CPC would as soon as he thought of it…)

abyssal Ice Cookie: it just kinda happened..(Aka I don’t know why but imma make it sound cool :3)

actually I wanna add that’s unrelated that Azure Tar Cookie is absolutely fascinated with AIC’s case and actively is seeking the real reason he had fallen since his was the only one who has not been recorded (reason being AIC’s kingdom was so secluded there was no one to witness why or they had witnessed it but died in the process)(Only burning spice cookie knows but… let’s be real I don’t think that twink azure tar is going to stand a chance.)

Deathstalker Cookie: Betrayed by his close friend, his rage alone caused him to fall before he could actually do something (the witches wanted to stop him before he would cause immense harm to the land god since Terra cookie still was in the process of creating the lands of earthbread.)

Infernal Singhara Cookie: (not exactly sure? Maybe wanted revenge from someone killing off her children)(I need to work on her backstory but what I know is that she owned a small kingdom, where it would be mostly rehabilitating injured cookies as well as raising orphans but I feel like it’s too similar to dsc’s story where he was just really angry.)

(Imma change it but I do wanna keep the theme of her orphans and kingdom being taken away)

Like ⅗ are actually good people who had something wrong happen to them 

⅕ is confined just plain evil

And abyssal ice is kinda… not known 

[dethtallica]

RAAHHHHHH I NEED HETRICH AKA LARS AND JAMES HAVING A ROUGH SEX 🔥🔥🔥‼️‼️‼️ ID LOVE TO SEE JAMES DOMINATE LARS 🔥🔥🔥💜 THANK YOUUU THO

CAUGHT

1989

CW - make-up sex, come in pants, kirk being a creep lmao, tipsy sex

“Christ, James, do you ever shut the hell up?”

Another night of drinking, another night of arguments. Clockwork. Typical. Whatever. Kirk could deal with the shouting on the other side of the hotel wall. He could deal with James’ drunken antics, Lars’ bossiness, the drunk screaming matches… It seemed like everyday was a repeat of the same old structure— play, drink until you’re shitfaced and vomiting, sleep until 1pm, repeat.

He could deal with it, really. Kirk was just tired of it. That’s all. Just a few more minutes, then they’ll get tired and fall asleep, giving Kirk some peace and quiet.

That’s what he kept telling himself all night.

It wasn’t until an ungodly hour of the night which Kirk can’t recall that something changed. Yelling that turned into screaming turned back into yelling which turned into something, well, a little more interesting.

“Oh yeah? And what are you gonna do about it, asshole?”

”I’ll fucking show ya-“

A yelp, and then it was quiet. Nothing except a few inexplicable shifting noises. A silence too different to ignore. Kirk turns his head to check if Jason has stirred in his sleep to the sudden change of noise, but Jason is sleeping soundly with no signs of anything but being in a deep sleep. Kirk stares at him, making a mental note on how lucky he is for being able to sleep through commotion on the other side of the wall.

It only took that short amount of time for the silence to dissipate. Odd shifting sounds turned into small, desperate noises from what Kirk could only assume is Lars on the other side of the room. Intrigued, Kirk removes his gaze from the sleeping boy beside him and eyes the wall. He wonders what he would see if the wall was gone.

The truth is, he’d see something he’d really like. James hovering over a red-faced Lars, whispering dirty words into his ear as his hand slowly traces down the dane’s small body and down to his tight jeans. James would slowly palm his lover before biting down on his neck, making Lars audibly moan. A *clink* of a belt echoes and it doesn’t take long after that for more breathy noises of pleasure to come dribbling out James’ mouth after. Something that could only be described as incredibly arousing.

Kirk sat up quietly, sitting on the edge of his bed before stilling himself to make as less noise as possible. The moans should’ve been his sign to tell himself “Well, I know where this is going now. I should find my earplugs and try to get some sleep.”

But, of course, his curiosity forces him to sneakily eavesdrop on the hot n’ bothered couple— but is it really eavesdropping if they’re being so loud? It doesn’t matter. Kirk’s taken out of his thoughts when he hears an especially loud noise from his friend followed by an incredibly erotic sentence.

“O-oh! Yeah, fuck- put me in my place, James..”

Good god, does he have any shame?

Kirk criticizes him mentally. What Kirk doesn’t take into consideration is that he, too, is shameful when he’s moving to press his ear against the wall to hear more of his friend’s girlish moans and demands. Sure enough, he’s able to hear what his bandmates are up to very clearly. The black haired boy lets out a shallow breath and leans against the wall, screwing his eyes shut while he imagines the two desperately grinding against one another. His mind wandered all over the place. Was James usually on the bottom? Did Lars get on his knees for James often? Was he going to do that next? All unanswered.

Dirty talk and unidentifiable wet noises ensue until a particular obnoxious squelch sound emits from the room.

Lube. Must be lube. They’re about to have sex.

The shy guitarist gulps and finds that he’s slowly becoming stiff in his pants. Guilt washes over him like a tidal wave. He’s really getting a hard-on over his bandmates having sex.. he curses himself. Tells himself he’s a creep, that he shouldn’t be enjoying listening to the couple’s erotic noises. That doesn’t stop him from his legs taking him to the door of his hotel room and placing his hand on the knob, ready to exit the room.

I can’t believe I’m doing this..

It’s already too late to talk himself out of it. Kirk creeps out of the room, leaving Jason alone in the bed. From the empty hallway he can still hear the couple. Except now the groans no longer come from foreplay. The groans turn into squeals and pleads and now there’s a new sound— a bed squeaking.

Kirk’s heart jumps at the realization. Lars and James were having sex. All the way sex. Kirk looks down at the hotel carpet, feeling his cock throb slightly in his pants. He wants to peek so badly. Just a little look won’t hurt, right? They won’t even notice. Kirk moves closer to James and Lars room. He takes a deep breath before slowly placing his now trembling hand on the bronze knob belonging to the door he now stood in front of before slowly turning and opening the door just slightly.

Just as Kirk told himself, the boys are too busy with each other to notice the eyes now laid upon them. And what a sight they were. James’ long blonde mane bounces with each thrust of his hips in tandem with Lars’ small cock from the recoil of his lover’s dick ramming into him. Lars’ face is red and slick with drool and sweat, glistening in the dull light of the room.

It’s enough to make Kirk make a small needy groan of his own. He continues watching the two rut against each other while feeling his own need grow.

“James— oh my god, please, go harder! Harder!”

The bed squeaks faster as James fucks into Lars. The drummer’s chest heaves and his small fingers curl into the bedsheets as his prostate is abused over and over again by the blunt head of his boyfriend’s length. It’s too much and not enough all at the same time. James, on the other hand, is fighting his orgasm already despite only being in Lars for a few minutes. James is unsurprisingly tipsy and the two of them know he cums faster when he’s had a beer too many— and Kirk is about to find out.

Kirk swallows his saliva watching James let out an almost inhuman growl as he speeds up yet again. Lars whines before his eyes roll back as a result. The whole scene is straight out of a porno. With Kirk’s cock aching and the unfolding scene in front of him, the guitarist allows his hand to travel to his crotch. As he gropes and palms himself, he bites his lip to hold back any other accidental noises he may make.

Lars isn’t the same. He clearly doesn’t care who in the hotel hears him, because he allows his jaw to go slack and his voice to create the sexiest moan both James and Kirk have ever heard.

“Lars, fucking hell, you’re gonna make me cum.. fuck!”

James curses loudly, pounding into the boy below him as he chases his orgasm. Kirk’s trembling hand goes faster rubbing himself over his tight pants. James unknowingly works himself into Lars in the same rhythm that Kirk is masturbating with; something that only drives Kirk crazier.

The sex only lasts a few minutes longer before James is about to burst. His hips stutter, eyelashes fluttering and head leaning back before he gives his last few thrusts to Lars. Warm cum spurts inside of the brunette boy as the drummer whines softly. Lars’ own orgasm hits him and he allows himself to cum on his own stomach, following his boyfriend.

Now only the creep behind their door is left. Kirk, who is desperate to come undone, frantically moves his hand up and down his clothed shaft while his spare hand leans on the wall. He no longer cares if someone sees. Doesn’t care if someone comes down the hallway, doesn’t care if Jason comes to see what the commotion is and finds him like this, doesn’t care if James meets eye contact with him—well, fuck, is actually happening before Kirk can even process it.

James half-lidded eyes stare into Kirk’s big brown ones. That’s all it takes, just a fucking look, and Kirk is cumming in his pants. James watches confused yet intrigued as Kirk blows his load right in front of him. A dark wet spot begins to start as Kirk’s legs shake. Kirk’s too blissed out from currently orgasming to process the fact that he’s just been caught peeping on his friends fucking— no, instead, he’s losing himself in public and he likes it.

And as soon as it starts, it’s gone. The squirts of cum come to a stop and Kirk is catching his breath, moving his gaze to the ground and squeezing his eyes shut. He may be a creep, but that was the hottest experience of his life.

James leans down to whisper to Lars.

“I think we were a little too loud.”

[mylossmallmustache]

@freedsbadussy welp, here we are, your award after waiting like... Idk? A couple of months?

Petra x GN!Reader

•Ngl, might seem tough, but she is SO SOFT AROUND U.

•Royalty treatment for you 100%

•She likes the simple things, for example;

Cuddles

Kisses

... High fives?

Dates by a cave or an adventure

•SPEAKING OF ADVENTURE‼️‼️

•You guys do adventures, like... A lot. Doesn't matter if you don't like them or think they're "Too dangerous". YOU.ARE.GOING.ON.THAT.ADVENTURE.WETHER.YOU.LIKE.IT.OR.NOOOOT.!

•Major bisexual vibes from her ngl, when she came out to you, you accepted her straight away bc... Who wouldn't? (If u don't...? GTFO.)

•Has saved you from your miserable death many times from just her being herself, or wanting to show off

•Strong.

•VERY STRONG.

•A couple of times, she asked you to sit on her back while she did pushups because she wanted more weight and... She didn't break a singular sweat I tell you

•At night, she does "Skincare", AKA she kinda just puts water on her face and dries it, but... Her skin in completely smooth, she's one lucky mf

•Doesn't necessarily shave TOO often, so, if you guys cuddle, get ready for her leg hairs to be tickling you all night

•THE MUSCLES...

•A couple of times, she accidentally put you in a headlock in your sleep, thank god she's a light sleeper and she realised what she did, let go, kissed you on the cheek and wrapped her arm around your waist

Thx 4 reading!

[guided-by-the-morningstar]

Get lost.

Mary be nice-

OoC:Hi there!! Welcome to yet another one of my blogs! Nice to see you :) below the cut is about me, the blog, and some questions asked to Copi and Mary!

Rules!

Don’t spread hate to real life people! I don’t tolerate that shit

DNI if homophobic, transphobic, racist, ect ect..just don’t be a hateful person. Nothing to gain from it

Please to not ask for donations! I’m sorry that I cannot help, but I am broke and have nothing to donate! I hope the best for you and will keep all in my prayers!

Anyone can interact! Ocs, other fandoms, or just asks!

That’s all for rules! I don’t have many, so go crazy

My AU!

So, obviously I’m keeping all the set lore we already have(ie, Copia being the son of Nihil and Sister Imperator, him being the younger half brother to the other papas, everything that happened in Rite Here Rite Now, everything in the Chapters, all that fun stuff), but in my AU, Copia and his twin(in my AU, Mary Goore) are the sons of Lucifer, making them both a antichrist(antichristi? What’s the plural of Antichrist??). Or, if you come from the Supernatual fandom, Nephilims. Anyway, back to my AU! So we don’t know much about Papa V Perpetua yet, but I personally think it’ll be Mary Goore(or Mary Goore inspired, I have more stuff about why I think this on my other acc, @only-ghosts13 ), so In my AU Papa V is Mary! But other than that, not much has changed other than a few headcanons I have :D

On this acc!

Copia(he/him) will be in Blue!

Mary(He/She/They) will be in Red!

Sometimes the other Papas will be on here, so Terzo(he/him) will be Purple, Secondo(he/him) will be Green, and Primo(he/him) will be small red! I have a feeling tho that Terzo will be the most common among the named three lol so I’ll give some info about him too

About Mod!

Name? -call me Spicer!

Gender? -fluid! She/he/they

Interests? -GhostBC, Sleep Token, Dance Gavin Dance, Repugnant, Coheed and Cambria, BBNO$, Epic the Musical, DC, Marvel, Percy Jackson, Magnus Chase, Kane Chronicles, Supernatural, anything mythology related, the Outsiders, and a lot, lot more lol

Any other accounts? Yes! A few actually!

@the-goddess-of-chaos-eris

@messengersofmischief

@message-from-sylwyn

@champions-of-olympus

@god-of-reflections13

@smiling-happily-in-hell

@only-ghosts13 (main account)

What they look like! (Aka an excuse for me to photo dump)

Their Papal fits! First one is Copi, second Mary(or Perpetua) and the third is Terzo!

Their casual fits! Same order! :D

Ghouls! (Same order above for each era)

Questions to Copi and Mary!

Age?

Uhh I don’t even know at this point

You’re 38 Mary, as am I

Family?

Our father is Nihil Emeritus, and our mother is Sister Imperator..who was possessed by our lord Lucifer at the time of our conception..so technically Lucifer is also our mother..father? Hm. Anyway, For siblings, our eldest half-brother is Primo, then Secondo, then lastly, Terzo.

They’re all dicks.

I’m right here?

And?

Friends?

I have a few! Dew(little man), Phantom, Rain, Mountain, Swiss, Cirrus, Cumulus, and Aurora! They’re all of the ghouls I summoned for my era, and I couldn’t wish for anyghoul different!

Ya done? You’re starting to sound like one of those kids shows that preaches “FrIeNdShIp Is MaGiC.”

Yea? Then go ahead. Name your friends.

……whatever.

Sexuality?

Bi!

Why do you wanna know?

(Pan)

Fears?

Again, why do you want to know? (Locked doors)

Give them a break, Mary, they’re just questions. And, well, if I had to say…death and…Mary.

What do you think of Jim DeFroque?

Oh for the love of- fuck that guy!

..I’m trying (/J/SILLY/IM JOKING)

Full names?

Copia Antonio Imperator/Emeritus

..Mary Goore Perpetua Imperator/Emeritus

…that’s all you’re getting out of us. Satan be with you

Satan be with you- have a good rest of your day!

..ugh

Tags!

You’re under the spell- Mary answers asks

Are you righteous?- Copia answers asks

Are you on the square? -rare Terzo sighting

‼️I DO NOT HAVE ANY AFFILIATION WITH GHOST OR TOBIAS FORGE, THIS IS JUST FOR FUN‼️