#I don’t wanna ever learn how to fall asleep without you

[luckypunklemonade]

| I Wanna Crash

“Maybe it’s true / you never learn / you’re past the point of no return / and you’re so sad / knowing the truth’s like holding a gun / I’m going down like Ritchie / I’m going out like James Dean”

[Fluff!; friends to lovers; friends with subconscious benefits lmao; drunk!reader; cw underage party; not proofread lol; 3k words] Best friend!Stiles Stilinski is always the first person you call.

This work belongs to me, luckypunklemonade (Minte_Condition on AO3). I do not give anyone permission to distribute or share my work without consent.

“You look half dead—“

You were drunk.

“I’m a lightweight.”

You took his hand and pressed it against your neck so he could feel your heartbeat. You held it there by his wrist, wrapped around your neck limply, looking up at him and blinking slowly, more showing him your teeth than actually smiling. ��See? M’alive.”

He could’ve squeezed just a little. Not for power or control, but to show you he liked it when you put him in compromising positions with you. He liked it when you leaned on him when you were tired, or the way you’d fix his hair and wipe graphite off of his face. Or when he got to brush your hair out of your face and open doors for you. It made everyone around think you two were dating. He wasn’t even sure himself what it meant but he liked people assuming you were together.

Stiles felt you swallow against his palm, and his eyes flicked back down to you. Eyes closed, almost asleep in a state he’d never seen you in. He wanted to haul you into his arms and take you home like a good boyfriend would. Of course, a good friend would do it, too, but everyone would see him holding you close and whispering something to you, and it would only make their assumptions truer. It wasn’t selfish if it was a truth he hadn’t accepted yet. He found you in the upstairs hallway on the ground with your legs sprawled out in front of you. Your head was tipped back and your mouth was open. Stiles quickly dropped down beside you, thinking you were passed out, but his hand on your cheek had your eyes blinking open. First, you nodded. Your drunk mind somehow knew he should be there when you needed him. Always.

He probably knew his surroundings better than you did, even though this was his first five minutes in this house. You used your hands to feel around the area to help your eyes take everything in more clearly. Stiles took your hand before it felt the carpet further away from you, where a girl was trying to step past. He ran his thumb over your wrist. You put all your focus into your words. Stiles smiled at you, being the only one between you who noticed how forced it sounded.

“I don’t like drinking very much.”

You shrugged, falling limply against the wall to get a better view of him crowding you backward so you didn’t fall forward. He tried to get your eyes on his, and he succeeded by ducking his head lower so his face was right in front of yours.

“I think we should get you home.”

You nodded, taking a minute to stand with his help, laughing when he laughed. Stiles knew you had no idea what was funny, but he was okay if you wanted to keep him up all night laughing like that. Mumbling soft encouragement while you attempted to walk sober, his eyes kind of softened when you stood next to him to mirror how he carried himself. Your back straighter like you’d ever meet his height, and your eyes following his feet when he took a step. Someone would walk by and you’d lose focus, shaking your head when you resorted back to using Stiles’s shoulder for better balance while walking down the stairs. Stiles sighed and ducked down to pick you up. You could walk, he told himself. There was no need to carry you out bridal-style with your head leaned on his shoulder in front of everyone. He wanted to, though. For everyone to see that you called him, not anyone else, and that you felt safest with him. It was easier to get past all the people and to the bottom of the stairs that way. Your head leaned against him heavily as he guided your feet back on the ground. You mumbled about people, parties, and whatever you set your eyes on. Stiles was surprised; he’d never seen you drunk. You were so stiff all the time; It was nice seeing you let go, although a little unnerving.

Your shoulder collided with a stranger’s, and he translated your apology as he swept past them to follow you. It gave Stiles immeasurable pride to guide you outside past all of the noise. He actually couldn’t believe you were even there, though it was likely you took your friend out with you. She was currently making sure you were okay on the porch. Apparently, she had walked away for twenty minutes and, by the time she came to check on you, you had already called Stiles. It wasn’t a big party; there was no way you could’ve gotten lost. You got drunk, and your first order of business was calling him. Stiles assured her he’d get you home and made sure she had her own way before she walked back inside. When Stiles looked back at you, you were staring at him. From a few feet away, with that intensity in your eyes, it felt like you hadn’t seen him in years. It made him feel charged. You did that sometimes. You’d look at him or take a breath, and so easily, he started to weigh more than the moment itself. You looked at him like he was more important than the music booming from the house, or the blur in your vision, or the buzz in your stomach. It was usually at that point where his attention to how he’d be seen with you veered off. He was caught by your eyes when you tilted your head, speaking like he knew what you were thinking, “I don’t wanna go home, Stiles.”

Stiles turned his head, looking down the street. He liked it when you acted like he could read your mind, giving him hints cause you knew he couldn’t. He was faking thought, he knew what he was going to say, but you didn’t care. He just looked good.

“If you wanna walk off some of that awful cheap vodka, there’s a park up the street.”

You looked down the street as if you could see the park in the darkness if you just squinted, but it was further than you could see sober, much less like this. Stiles watched you walk up to him, not to the Jeep or to the curb or headed for the street, to him. You finally looked at him and nodded, that smile back on your face like he had successfully read your mind without your help.

“I put it in Gatorade.” You announced as you both started down the asphalt, “The vodka.”

“Oh, yeah? That’s…Well, that’s one way to stay hydrated.”

“Mhm. I’m smart like that.”

“Yeah you are.”

Stiles felt you take a hold of his arm, trying his best to keep his eyes forward. Walking past parked cars, nodding his head at a few people crawling into a Honda Civic. You rested your temple against Stiles’s shoulder as you started to hear cicadas in the distance. He could tell the sound was making you more and more drowsy, even as you continued to put one foot in front of the other. In this moment, Stiles didn’t feel like he should play up the intimacy between you both. There wasn’t much else he could ask for. So, he let you hug his arm and use him as an anchor while you fought sleep against his shoulder and the street beneath your feet. While the cars along the curb got sparser, the streetlights had come on and they offered goalpoint after goalpoint for your mind.

“Why’d you come?”

He let out a breath. Not one he’d been holding; one he’d been saving. He never dreaded explaining anything to you. Stiles was used to finding the words with you, not for you. It all seemed to work out as if you were there to make each other better. He’d been chewing on the idea of you helping him find the words to ask you out for maybe a week. No rush since, of course, he was confident it would be okay regardless. You, incidentally, weren’t so confident. You spent your days within the intimacy you allowed yourself around him. Almost sure you could find a way to fuck it up, you were grateful for whatever he let slide. He could never stress you out, but you were holding back on a lot of moments. You knew your friendship was a safe space for both of you, in which you had both grown a lot. You wanted it to stay that way, but evolve into something you could allow yourself to kiss him in.

Stiles’s attraction to you was one of the calmest things about him sometimes. Of course, he had spent evenings with a pillow over his lap on movie night when you wore that pretty tank top and years wondering how to get his heartbeat where it should be around you and not in his throat or his stomach or even lower. It just became one of those things he knew he had no choice but to work out either way. You were going to have to be a constant in his life so he started to savor his crush on you. Stiles was just glad to be having it in such close proximity. It wasn’t a secret. What with all the comments friends made and how much time you two spent with each other, the only thing that hadn’t clicked for the both of you was that it was a wholly mutual possibility if you just took the step. It was just his friends telling him you were in love with him and your friends telling you that he was head over heels for you.

Regardless, the whole confession to resolution pipeline got lost between everything going on, and you and Stiles settled comfortably where you found yourselves: in each other’s space. Exactly where you found yourself right now, Stiles walking for both of you towards the park. Once you had balanced yourself on a swing, Stiles braced himself for that heavy look up at him. But you were staring down at his shoes, and he had to coax you into raising your eyes with a hand on your shoulder.

“Stay with me.”

You finally set your eyes up and leaned your cheek against the metal of the swing’s chain. Stiles could see the curiosity working it’s way into words. He grabbed the opposite swing chain to make sure you didn’t fall backward while you thought.

“Have you ever wanted to kiss me?”

Another breath Stiles was saving. You watched his eyes scan the park, jump from bench to bench, and you didn’t think you had ever seen him so content. He laughed nervously, taking into account your state and embracing your capacity for honesty. “Uh, yeah. I have.”

He made eye contact with you and you found yourself just as assured in these uncharted waters as he seemed. Truthfully, his heart was racing and he was cycling through more deep breaths than he could take at once. You smiled, “Tell me about that.”

A confused and admiring smile at your transparency. “What?”

“Tell me what that would be like.”

He stared at you for another moment, keeping his thought process to himself, and then he walked over a step to the swing beside you. Sitting down, he slowly pulled your swing closer to his and you held on so as not to be tipped off. Stiles was known for his erratic, high-energy, talkative side, but it was midnight and the moon in your eyes made you smile and the cicadas were at the edges of the park, singing you to sleep. Cars drove by on the residential road in the background and the streetlights were just far enough away that you were highlighted by their amber hues. Stiles was tired, but he wanted more than anything to tell you whatever you wanted.

“Well.”

You broke out into a smile at a word and he had to search for cicadas in the treeline to stay focused, “If I kissed you.” He took another breath. “If I kissed you, I think I would try to make you laugh first. That always helps.”

Stiles picked at the chains of the swing, seeing your expectant focus in his periphery, “I would make you laugh, and it would take the whole time of you catching your breath to psych myself into actually doing it. By then, of course, it would be too late and you’d be asking me why I was staring.”

You were entertained by that. What you were too tired or drunk to notice is that what he said had actually happened before. More than once.

“Maybe I’ll keep thinking about it, decide that it would happen when it needed to. Maybe I wish, for a little, that I could just rip that band-aid off, y’know? One night, you’re at my house. Helping me put all the pictures and string on my board.” He continues with more specificity as you watch with an unwavering smile. “And maybe you point something out and say something I hadn’t thought of yet. You and I get to work out the issue together and you say something so incredibly smart that I make up my mind. I would try to get over how smart you are and how that’s your one of many great qualities. Then, we’d probably get distracted by the pictures and the string and the supernatural.”

Stiles hums out a conclusion. He feels your hand on top of his, the hand that is holding your swing closer to his. “But what about when you do it? What would that be like?”

“Best case? Fancy dinner, long conversations, I make you laugh. Then, y’know, boom.”

You laugh, and he feels himself becoming heavier than the moment. “Boom?”

“Yeah.” Your eyes haven’t quite met his again since he started on his retellings. He doesn’t want to think about which of you are at fault for that, though. “But- I mean, ideally…

Ideally, it would just be with you. Wouldn’t need expensive dinners and…maybe I wouldn’t have to take the flannel and converse off. It would be good if that was…If that was it, too.

He had thought about it a lot. Maybe you’d be catching a ride home with him, his Jeep would break down, you’d sit and keep him company while he tried working on it. You’d hand him the roll of duct tape again, turn the key in vain a few times when he asked, and he’d cuss with his fists balled. You’d put a hand on his shoulder, pull him away from the hot engine, wipe the oil off of his face, and kiss him.

He can sense the focus radiating from beside him and decides to savor that, too. “Well, it would probably still be after you laugh or after you say something smart. I would get all worked up, screaming at myself, that you would have to read my mind and do it for me. I think, after that, I would smile like the helpless idiot I am.”

Stiles turned his head to you, revelling in how you looked at him. Like he had opened doors that weren’t opened before or released pressure from between you two, but he was just thinking out loud. Your voice cut through the amber hue for a split second.

“Can you check if I’m alive?”

Stiles laughed, commenting something about being that good with his words, but he realized how you meant it. You wanted a gesture of connection. You wanted to feel him. You just couldn’t come up with any better ways to say it. Stiles slowly put his fingers to the side of your neck and felt your pulse. Once he could make out the steady rhythm, he covered it with his whole palm.

“Still kickin’.”

Your head lolled forward, tucking your smile beneath a curtain of hair. He slowly lifted his fingers from your neck and held your head up. Looking up through squinted eyes and knitted brows, you let him cradle your chin. He had successfully read your mind without your help again.

“Let’s get you home.”

He waited for you to nod and bent down to slide his arm under yours.

On the car ride to your house, you reached over and held his hand. You pulled it over the armrest and tucked it between your cheek and your shoulder. It was stupid to wish you were this affectionate with him all the time, but he let you keep it there. He thought about taking his hand away when you started pulling it further across the middle console, and he did, but he couldn’t bear the thought of taking away your comfort. So he put his hand on your back and focused on the road. He traced shapes on your back and listened to you hum. Stiles pushed away the vague hope his Jeep would break down and you’d both be stuck together on a county road. When you slumped your head forward, he coaxed your forehead from the dash, “That’s not safe.”

You laughed and curled up in your seat, asking him if he’d stay the night. When he said probably not, you frowned; and you kept that frown as he helped you inside your empty house and up to your room. Your parents were always working away from home. They didn’t ever think you were the type of kid that goes off to parties and gets drunk. Stiles opened a few cabinets in search of something to give you to settle your stomach while you tried to wash your makeup off in the bathroom. He came back with a cup of water and toast to find you failing. He stopped laughing when you asked for help in an oblivious voice with a wide smile. He still wasn’t sure if you knew what was funny, but he set everything down to help. Stiles picked up a towel and dried your face and you leaned against the counter, yielding completely.

“Do you want me to grab you some pyjamas?”

You nodded, soothed into a sleepy trance by the way he spoke to you this late, this vulnerable. This side of Stiles felt like forever. Like you’d been coming home with him for years now. You were so comfortable in this forever. When he came back with the clothes, he let you change, even if it took you a while, and, when he opened the door, you thanked him. You wrapped your arms around to his back and he let you lean yourself into him, swaying slightly as you repeated for the one hundredth time tonight, “I’m tired.”

“I have a cure for that.”

You opened your eyes at the word “cure,” as if it were going to be something interesting. It didn’t matter, though, all you could see were the threads of his shirt. All you felt was the weight of his arms around you and the slow sway back and forth. The bathroom light was off, the hallway light was off, and the desk lamp in your bedroom drew your eyes away from counting threads.

“Sleep.”

You agreed somehow, with sounds instead of words, but, just like he understood you needed another minute in his arms, he understood you. In your head, though, you made him chuckle. “You’re one to talk,” you said, and his smile would reverberate through his chest and you’d get to feel him laugh. You weren’t sure you’d be able to watch him close your bedroom door and leave you tonight, not with the way you were starting to feel. You felt caught up in him; the image of him looking up at the stars in the park burned into your brain. You felt like, if he were to leave, all of you that was connected to him would snap like old rubber bands. He walked you to your bed, pulling back all the bedding, and watching you climb in without protest.

As he pulled the covers over you, he readied himself to exit. He prepared himself to lock the house up for you, get in his Jeep, and drive home in silence. It was responsible; he’d text you tomorrow, and it would all be okay. You watched him get the blankets over you while silently thinking. When Stiles had you sufficiently tucked in, he felt you take a hold of his hand. Sitting up and pushing all of the bedding back down, you moved the edge of the bed and pulled him back to meet you. Stiles watched you falter, swinging your legs over the side to face him. He tried to decipher what you were trying to do, to read your mind, but it was really surface-level now. Slowly, you wrapped both arms around his waist and leaned your forehead into his abdomen. He started to reason, mouth opening and hands gingerly on your shoulders, ready to softly pull you away and put you back in bed, but your hand came up and pulled his arm down from your shoulder and onto your back.

“Stay.”

Stiles suppressed his smile and let his heart beat faster, “Okay.”

He held you while he kicked his shoes off and took his flannel off one arm at a time. You stayed leaned against him until he started crawling into bed. He first pulled the covers over you and settled beside you, making sure to leave room, but you pushed the blanket down and laid on top of him. Stiles ran a hand over your head, finally able to pull the blankets up over the both of you. He stared at the ceiling for a moment, contemplating how he got so lucky at every turn tonight—how he ended up here without really trying, what would happen if he started trying—when he spoke, “Can you check if I’m alive?”

Lifting your head, with all the precision you could muster, Stiles felt you press your lips against his pulse point and lay your head back down on his chest.

[roguedarkness]

🎵🖤 Die First ~ Nessa Barrett 🖤🎵

[delusionalwh6re]

࿐࿔ ⋆ ｡˚ a helping hand

࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐ aged up!neteyam x fem omatikaya!reader

summary: it’s late at night and you’re struggling. not only can you not fall asleep but there’s a sudden ache in your core. now what type of mate would neteyam be if he didn’t help you?

warnings: 🔞NEASSTYY smut, masterbation, fingering, missionary, riding, doggystyle, p in v, squirting, can’t spell mother without mo’at, neteyam being jumpscared but then turn into a freak, reader has no shame, & dirty talk

authore note: i had a daydream abt this and needed it come to life 😫 (unlike neteyam) & yall if i make a taglist would anyone wanna be apart of it LMAO 🧍🏽‍♀️hope this makes up for my mini absence on not posting 😇

bye this took forever.. guys pls don’t be shy, i loveeee any type of feedback 🥲

You let out a long sigh in exhaustion as you dropped the second batch of medicine you just made. You couldn’t understand what was going on with you. This was happening all day today, constant screw ups and honestly you were over it.

Inhaling a deep breath in attempt to calm yourself, you started cleaning up the herbs. As you were cleaning up, you failed to notice the presence of your tsahík making you slightly startled.

“What is this?” Mo’at gestured to the mess on the floor. Your cheeks heated up in embarrassment and you squeaked out a little “Hi”

She sighed and walked over to your kneeling position. You pursed your lips feeling disappointed in yourself. “My child” Mo’at grabbed you from out of your thoughts “You need to relax”

Your tensed shoulders slowly started easing at her words. “I apologize” you muttered respectfully. “It is alright dear, now tell me what is bothering you” she walked in front of you putting her hands out for you to grab. With her words of encouragement, you picked yourself off of the ground. Avoiding her cold harden gaze you felt your emotions rushing back to you.

While looking around the healing tent your eyes accidentally landed on hers. Her eyes piercing directly into yours commanding an answer.

“I feel like a failure” you finally admitted. “What makes you feel that way?” she questioned motioning you to sit on the mat beside her.

“Many women in the past have succeeded beyond my level. Why am I so far behind? I should be able to do this, how can i ever be tsahík if I can’t complete a simple task such as making medicine?” you huffed in frustration after your rant. Mo’at gave you an understanding look before taking her hands in yours “Child, it takes time” she started “but I don’t have much time! Neteyam is granted to be olo’eyktan soon and-” you stated before it was her turn to cut you off.

“What does Neteyam becoming olo’eyktan soon have to do with any of this?” she squinted her eyes at you. “He is my mate” you shrugged. “Exactly , he is your mate, not your conjoined twin!” she exclaimed causing you to let out a breathy chuckle.

“The two of you are completely different people. His learning pace is different than yours and that is okay. Neteyam has been training since he was in the womb, he’s meant for this” your eyes landed on hers as you digested what she was saying. “You on the other hand, have not. You didn’t expect to mate with my grandson but I am glad that you did” she looked you up and down with a sigh of relief.

“Why you say it like that?” you laughed at her sudden look of disapproval. She looked at you with a straight face “I was afraid our village would’ve come to doom had Neteyam picked any of those thirsty women, I don’t know how their mothers do it” she spoke with an eye roll at the memory of many annoying girls trying to get neteyam to court them.

‘What a time’ you thought. Before you and neteyam had become mates, when the two of you were just friends. Time had really gone fast.

Mo’at noticed your dazed out expression knowing you were thinking about your progressive relationship with her grandson. She smiled seeing a bit of herself in you when she had her own mate. She used to be in this exact situation which is why she was able to relate to you.

Snatching you out of your thoughts once again she spoke up breaking the newfound comfortable silence “I used to be in your exact position” your attention went back on her with hopeful eyes “For real? but you’re the best tsahik we’ve ever had” you rambled “I know” she smiled in pride causing you to giggle.

“My point is, practice makes perfect. That is a term i have learned from the sky people here and it is one of the only things they said that are true. You will not get it the first tries, but don’t give up and keep going. Success will come your way, my child” she nodded her head at you in approval

You nodded your head back and felt a sudden rush of confidence run through you. If Mo’at who was honestly one of the strongest people you knew was able to run this clan, so could you.

“You give me hope Ma’ Tsahík” you smiled at her gently squeezing her hands “Oh please, we discussed this, you can call me grandmother” you placed your arms around her for a well needed hug. She tensed before relaxing as she hugged you back with genuine love.

“Besides, I have hopes that there will soon be little ones calling me great grandmother” she pulled away with a smirk and hope glistening in her eyes. A blush crept onto your cheek before laughing at what she was implying “You’re funny”

She began walking you towards the makeshift door to exit out of the healing tent as you discussed your plans for tomorrow. Your ikran landing on a nearby cliff after sensing your presence. Before you were able to fully leave Mo’at reminded you of something “Don’t forget the war party returns tonight, I will not be present but will you able to make sure everyone is in one piece?”

Your eyes widened in realization, Neteyam was returning in a few hours. He had went on a one week hunting trip and you had been missing him like crazy. How could you forget? You figured spending time with Mo’at and being occupied your mind had let that slip.

“Fuck” you mumbled. “Yes! I can do that don’t worry! I’ll see you tomorrow grandmother. Take some rest you deserve it” you yelled out as you sprinted towards your ikran to go home.

You had spent all day at the healing tent that you had no time to prepare for Neteyam’s return. Even though he told you multiple times that as long as you were there he is more than satisfied and he just needed to be wrapped around you.

However, you were still insistent on setting atleast something up for him, what kind of wife would you be? Neteyam was the best husband any one could ever asked for. Always putting you and others above himself, making several sacrifices and just being overall selfless. So you had no problem with being a little housewife.

Once your ikran had landed at the home that Neteyam literally built for your future family. You felt your body getting excited at his soon to come arrival, you had missed your man dearly and you knew once you were in his arms all your problems will disappear.

“My love? I’m home” Neteyam called out as he walked through the door. Immediately frowning once he didn’t see you, however he did notice several candles lit up so he knew you were home.

Walking towards the candles he also noticed a platter of his favorite foods. A smile emerged on his face he bent down to sit as he waited for you since he was sure you would reveal yourself any second. His guess was correct as you slowly appeared in the makeshift door way of your home in a newly made outfit “Welcome home handsome”

Neteyam’s ears perked up at the sound of your voice and your scent. Turning around to finally have a look as his eyes widened. Your azure skin was complimented by green and blue jewels. Your loincloth and top were scattered with them, along with small purple crystals dangling from the pieces. Your cleavage was on display just for him but also not enough in order to tease him. You took your braids out so your hair had the most perfect waves which was a style you knew Neteyam adored.

The forest inspired outfit you had done left him completely star struck. You were the most beautiful woman he had ever laid his eyes on, and you were all for him. He was so in awe of you he didn’t even notice you were now sat next to him until you said something.

“Handsome you alright? Welcome home” you placed a hand on his cheek before placing a gentle but loving kiss on his lips. He decided to make a move by tilting his head to deepen the kiss, slickly sliding his tongue once you let out a small gasp into his mouth. You giggled into the kiss at his antics causing him to giggle with you before he playfully bit your lip with a smirk.

The two of you leaned away to finally look into the other’s eyes. His eyes were full with so much love you swore they would’ve burst. “Hi beautiful” he rubbed your cheek softly. You nuzzled your face into his hand with a contented sigh finally feeling at peace.

Your gaze met his as a sigh left his mouth. “What is it?” you lifted your head. He stared at you not saying anything. You started becoming nervous under his gaze and debated whether this was too much or not. You were about to speak up about his behavior until he beat you to it.

“You’re just so” he paused to take another moment to admire you “so so beautiful” his voice lowered as his eyes trailed downwards. A heat started to spread across your cheeks as you smiled at him.

For he rest of the night the two of you caught up on everything. He explained how he made several successful kills during the hunt leading to you giving him kisses in reward as you praised him. On the other hand, you came clean to him about how your tsahík training was actually going. He could tell you were very stressed out, encouraging you to take your time and not worry because he will be by your side every step of the way.

Your mind was racing with thoughts as Neteyam peacefully slept on your chest. The two of you cuddled up on your shared bed. After talking for a few hours, time caught up to Neteyam and his tiredness consumed him. You were very understanding and insisted on him getting some rest, even including yourself by laying with him.

But as time went on you couldn’t help but think about the time he was gone. How many nights you were forced to fall asleep without a release. As you debated with yourself on what to do, your mind eventually came to a conclusion. Trying to be as quiet as possible, you gently pushed Neteyam of you, still beside him so he wouldn’t wake up, while slowly trailing your hand down your loincloth.

You were so close. The pit of your stomach tightening more and more with each flick to your clit. It was like you were running to the finish line in slow motion, yet almost there. In just a couple of seconds that knot would finally snapped and you would be stress free. Which is what you desperately needed.

So caught up in your own bliss you didn’t realize the movement from beside you, right when your core was at its peak your fingers stopped at what you heard, losing your hard worked orgasm.

“What are you doing?” Neteyam asked in a quiet voice staring at the side of your face. Your heart physically stopped and dropped for a second. Eywa please say this was just a dream, but no, this was actually a nightmare.

You heard shuffling next to you and finally got the courage to look over at him only to be met with a blank stare “Go ‘head, continue” he licked his lips looking you up and down

You shook your head as frustrated tears filled your eyes. He chuckled before looking down in disbelief “Nah, you wanted to touch yourself right? So finish before I do it for you”

At his words you swore your orgasm would’ve just shot right out of you despite no physical contact, his words just had that affect on you. You bit your lip in anticipation as you pulled your hand away from your pussy and spread your legs further

“Please” you whimpered looking up at him desperately. “Please what baby?” his head tilted as he caressed your cheek lovingly. “Touch me” you whispered dragging his other hand down to your now dripping cunt. He snarled before cupping your pussy while slightly grinding his palm against your throbbing clit.

“Oh I’m gonna do more than touch you, just wait” he smiled before leaning over to kiss a trail across your stomach. Your breath hitched, you were in for it now. “Neteyam” you whined as his lips got more aggressive on your skin. “A week without my attention and you just don’t know how to act, huh?” he shook his head. Your breath got caught in your throat “That’s not true” your voice was barely a whisper.

“It’s not? Over here touchin’ yourself while i’m sleeping right there. You wanted to get caught, didn’t you yawne?” he hovered over you

“Maybe” you bit your lip seductively as the excitement of all of this grew inside of you

He dragged a finger along your slit, gathering up some already built up slick. “All you gotta do is think ‘bout me huh?” he asked looking up at you. “And look at you” you replied cheeky with a lopsided grin. Deciding to be bold, you grabbed onto his hand to press it against your soaked pussy.

“This is what you do to me Neteyam” you moved his hand up and down slowly as wet sounds started filling up the room. He growled as he inhaled your scent “dirty girl”

You laughed breathless as your previous orgasm slowly approached you again. Neteyam, being an expert in your body language already knew this as he continued to watch you, allowing you to use him for pleasure. It’s what you been doing while he was away anyways.

He licked his lips before trailing kisses all over your body. Starting from your cheek, to your neck, then your chest and as he moved downwards his kisses became more aggressive on your stomach. Each time a kiss ended a ‘pop’ would be heard.

You gasped when his slender finger suddenly slipped in, a smirk on his face. He curled his finger at the perfect angle, hitting that squishy spot inside of you that he knew always drove you crazy.

“Oh! I’m so close” you whimpered within seconds. Neteyam helping you reach your peak with ease. “Go ‘head, let it out” he sloppily kissed your clit. At the much needed contact your orgasm flowed right through you. Your mouth opened as a silent scream left you.

“Yeah, yeah make that pussy squirt for me” he spoke lowly rubbing your puffy clit at a fast pace to work you through your orgasm. “Teyam” you whined trying to close your thighs around his hand.

“Unt unt, no, we’re not done” he sat up looking down at you. Your eyes widened as you watched his hands move towards his loincloth to untie it. You inhaled a deep breath at the sight of his cock now in your view. He loosened his loincloth completely as it was now pooled at the bottom of thighs, removing it entirely and throwing it across the room.

“You’ve been so, so greedy. Tell me, do you want it slow or for me to fuck you like I’ve been dying to do?” his voice came out raspy as he placed lighthearted kisses against your neck.

Your body stiffened, your words getting stuck in your throat as you didn’t know what to say. “I-I- just need you Teyam. So bad” you whined.

“How bad baby?” his eyes met yours as he stroked his cock directly in front of your warm sex. His bottom lip was trapped between his teeth, a wet sound could be heard from the amount of pre cum gathered on his tip. You were so incredibly turned on by him, your body proving that as your cunt clenched around nothing.

“So bad, I want-need you to destroy me.” you ran your hands across his chest. “Fuck me until i have nothing left to give, stuff me to the brim, I want it all, I can take it. I’ll be your good girl, I promise” and if he wasn’t already turned on by just the pure sight of you the words that left your mouth was enough for him to slide his dick inside of you.

The both of you let out long moans at the familiar feeling. Having to be away from each other for a long period of time was hard, but now you guys were together, intertwined.

“Fuuuckk” he moaned looking down at the source of pleasure. You whined and brought your legs to wrap around his waist, bringing him closer to place kisses all over his face.

“I’m all yours, all yours” you whispered in his ear before kissing it gently

“Yeah? You’re all mine? Say that shit again”

“I’m all yours neteyam” a whine leaving your mouth as he grinded on top of you creating the perfect amount of friction

He purred quietly at your words, nuzzling the side of his face into yours and bringing you into a much needed kiss. Causing you to mumble against his lips “I love you”

“I love you more” he placed his hands onto your hips. “You gonna let me fuck you? You’re gonna be good and take it right? he sat up to look down at you.

You pushed your hips up, hoping to answer his question. Circling your hips to feel some friction as he bottomed out inside of you, smirking at him.

Finally feeling satisfied with your response, he started to move. “Shit” he groaned as he felt your sticky walls contract around him. He smirked at your not so slick antics before starting to thrust inside of you. Your whines started to fill up the room along with quiet slapping noises. “Oh Neteyam!” you moaned out scratching his back.

“I been waiting to fuck you for so long baby, I’m right here” he growled in your ear, placing one of his hands on your hips to steady his harsh thrusts.

You started letting out soft moans feeling him go deeper and deeper, your juices making it easier for him to hit spots inside of you only he could reach.

You screamed as his hands made its way behind your thighs to hold them up in the air. Taking this as a sign, your hands replaced his as you now held onto the back of your thighs. “Good girl” he mumbled drilling his dick inside of you

“Mhm, dick- so, so good, yes!” you babbled out complete nonsense but he knew what you were trying to say. “This dick is just soooo good, huh?” he chuckled teasingly

His pace was becoming almost painful but in the most pleasurable way possible as he continued fucking you relentlessly. Pushing your thighs all the up so they were pressed firmly against your chest. Completely folding you just the way he wanted, not having any mercy on you or your poor cunt.

The most obscene sounds consuming the room, all that could be heard is skin slapping, your fucked out screams and his grunts.

“Ugh, don’t stop! Right there, Oh right there!” you whimpered as he jackhammered your pussy

“I’m not gonna stop my love, this pussy is way too good” he mumbled rolling his hips into you as his thrusts became sloppy. You felt your stomach tightening and your cunt clenching rapidly as a signal you were close.

“You’re gonna make me cum” you moaned as you held onto him for dear life. he reached down to be face to face with you before whispering in your ear “Then cum my love”

At his words you completely let go with a scream as you threw your head back. Your orgasm leaked out of you making your privates even wetter. You weren’t embarrassed per say, but every time this happens you kind of shy away from it. Neteyam on the other hand never did and he found it so attractive, he was the only one who got you like this.

“We made a mess baby” he smirked before looking down between your bodies. ”I know” your cheeks heated up and you looked up away from him. “Nah, don’t be shy now” he laughed at you before leaning up to pull out of you, he assumed you were tired and wanted to call it quits, but oh your man just had no idea how badly you really needed him.

Within a couple of seconds, he was laid out on his back with you hovering over him. Your plump lips slightly swollen from the amount of kisses and moaning, the tits that he loved so much on a perfect eye level so he could trail his tongue around your sensitive nipples, your slim waist that he loved so much, fuck. you were truly a goddess on display.

“You’re so sexy” you moaned biting your lip as you rubbed your sensitive clit on his abs making them tense. Not that he was completely on soft anyways, but now he was rock hard again.

“Don’t play with me babe, if you wanna do something then do it” he smirked at you before he placed his bottom lip between his teeth. You smiled at him with pure adoration before reaching behind you to grab his wet cock to line it up with your drenched hole.

Sinking down onto him with a contented sigh, the familiar feeling of his dick filling you up once again. Light moans from you and Neteyam filling up the hut. A hum from Neteyam catching your attention, his head firm against the pillow as his mouth slowly formed in an ‘O’ shape.

You felt your insides tingling knowing you were the reason because of that, bringing him pleasure. Catching him out of a trance you rolled your pelvis against his, his tip kissing your g spot perfectly.

“Baby” he whispered lowly as his eyes were hooded as he looked at you. “Yes?” You smiled bringing a hand to his neck up to his cheek. “C’mon” he impatiently moved your hips back and forth signaling what he wanted

With a proud smirk on your face, you made sure your knees were placed firmly beside his hips while perching yourself on your tippy toes for balance. “Ready?” you adjusted to his size

“Always” he cockily bit his lip and closed his eyes as he began to relax while you fucked him. Gathering up the confidence, you pushed your hips up until his throbbing tip was the only thing inside of you before slamming back down.

A loud moan left the both of you. You looked at Neteyam through your lashes; his eyes slightly rolling to the back of his head, he was enjoying this. Repeating the same action, each time a perfect stroke against your g spot causing you to cry out and drip. After gaining some rhythm with your hips, you were riding him like there was no tomorrow.

“Hmm, oh my gosh” you moaned loudly throwing your head back as you slammed down onto him harder, the pleasure consuming all parts of your body and you didn’t want it to stop. “So fucking- ugh” he was cut off when you started to circle your hips.

You leaned forward placing your hands beside his head as you placed your mouth by his ear. He smiled up at you before putting a hand on your lower back. Deciding to be bold, you moved your hips in a specific motion which led to his eyes widening in realization.

“Told you I’m all yours baby” you whined in his ear as you continued spelling his name with your hips

He placed a hard spank on your ass, a chuckle leaving his lips “Damn right you are, no one is ever fucking you the way I do right?”

You let out a moan once his hips roughly thrusted towards yours, him meeting your thrust more than half way. “Answer me” he demanded forcing your hips up and down. “N-no!” your voice shook as your guts got played in

“Neteyaaam” you moaned as your legs were starting to give out from his harsh thrusts. “Gonna cum, hm?” he trialed his thick tongue around your perky nipples, a bolt of electricity running through you due to the amount of pleasure.

“Yes! Yes please let me cum” you begged placing your hands on his shoulders. “I was never gonna deny you release baby” he laughed at your vulnerable state, clearly amused at how much you really needed him to fuck some brain cells back into you.

“Mhm, turn around” he moaned giving your ass a hard smack before gripping it gently. You gave him a smirk before placing your hands on his chest for balance while getting off of him. Turning around, making sure to give him a perfect view, your round ass on display just for him along with your slick pussy lips. He moaned at the sight before placing another firm slap on the flesh.

You giggled while sliding back on his thick cock that was desperately waiting for your dripping cunt “My ass is gonna fall off with how much you smack it”

“I don’t give a fuck, it’s mine right?” he smiled behind your back while gripping the flesh tightly with both hands. “Obsessed” you mumbled before leaning forward to place your hands on his knees for balance as you began going crazy on top of him.

“Yeah put it on me, juuuuusst like that” he moaned watching your ass ripple against his pelvis. “Oh! Mhm, I- FUCK!” you screamed using all your force to slam down onto him. Your eyes crossing as his warm sack met your clit.

“Damn mama” Neteyam looked in awe as strings of your juices started to create lines all over your privates; moans getting louder as the both of you approached your peaks.

“I’m gonna fucking cum” your voice getting higher after each word from every thrust into your core. “S-Same time baby” he stuttered holding onto your hips as the knot in his stomach finally unraveled.

His seed flowing through you was enough to trigger your own orgasm as you let go on top of him. Your guys’ cum now mixed together pooled all over each other’s thighs.

Your breathing slowly became steady as your legs staggered while trying to get off of him. “Let me help you” a raspy voice was heard behind you. However, it wasn’t long until you were set up face down ass up.

“You’re actually trying to kill me” you muttered turning your head to look back at Neteyam. “Kill the cat” he winked at you while playing with your swaying tail.

You bit back a smile before pushing your ass back onto him; making sure to hold eye contact with him the whole time. An obvious smirk on your lips as you teased him.

You were caught off guard by a stinging pain on your right cheek. “You know what-” you started before being caught off by a harsh thrust into your cunt.

Neteyam set a merciless rhythm from the beginning. He was determined to have you worn out by the end of this round, wanting you to sleep real good in his arms tonight which is right where you belonged.

“NETEYAM!” you screamed plunging your face into the sheets as you gripped onto them tightly causing your knuckles to turn white. “I really wish you could see this baby” he groaned watching himself go in and out

“Oh great mother! Yes!” you moaned as he impaled you from behind; another orgasm quickly approaching unsurprisingly. “Yeah? You wanna see this too right?” he gripped your hips

“Mhm, baby please” you didn’t know what you were saying please for but both of you had an idea that you just didn’t want him to stop. He laughed “Maybe next time I should just take one of those cameras then, could just make our own movie, so every time I’m away you’ll have something. Keep you in check of exactly who this pussy belongs to”

You moaned loudly at his words and clenched around him tightly as you came on him for the third time tonight. “That’s what the fuck I’m talking ‘bout!” he bit his bottom lip; tugging on your hair to lift you up.

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as his pace increased. With every firm thrust he sent you he smashed against your sweet spot that had you trembling “I-I caaan’t”

“You can take it though right? Wanna be big and bad every other time” he mumbled under his breath now rolling his hips into you; his pace changing to slow but deeper

“Too big” you whispered as your thighs shook. He bit his lips admiring your form before planting kisses all over your back “I want you to think of everything I just did to you the next time you touch yourself, you hear me?”

You nodded your head letting out a soft moan “Babeee, I can’t stop cumming, feel so full, feels so fucking good”

He soothed your cries with a gentle rub on your ass to calm you “I got you, just let it out, you been good like you promised”

“I love you, Neteyam! I love you soo much” you sobbed as he picked up his pace again in attempt to make both of you guys cum. His dick bullying its way all throughout your stomach, hitting all of the right places.

“I love you sooo much more, beautiful. Cum all over this dick, you deserve it” he spoke softly tightening his grip on your hair.

You came with a cry of his name, your jaw dropping as pleasure washed over you for the fifth time in a row. Your body slowly giving up on you, but a smile was plastered on your face as you got what you’ve desperately been wanting.

“Shiiit” he whimpered as your juices ran down your body getting his cock wetter than before; the position you were in not helping at all as he looked down before suddenly busting his load inside of you.

You hummed in satisfaction as you rolled your hips back towards his still ones, letting the moment die down peacefully. As exhaustion washed over the both of you, it was time to cuddle up. Neteyam got up to go across the room to clean you up with gentleness and care. You even cleaned him up aswell leading to you guys being extra lovey dovey with one another.

The two of you were inseparable. Now finally settled in your shared home, in bed, peacefully. Your queues now connected together as you guys let your minds speak to each other, letting the other know how much they were loved.

In the end it was all worth it…

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little spoon | ln4

summary: lando is the little spoon for the first time.

word count: 835

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you’re half asleep when lando finally gets into bed.

you don’t mean to fall asleep, fully intending to stay awake, but the jet lag is really getting to you. you were hellbent on staying up in order to spend some extra time alone with your boyfriend after such a tumultuous day, especially because your flight to jeddah had been delayed.

you had only caught a glimpse of him before he had to get in the car, so you couldn’t do your pre-race ritual. instead, lando had sprinted to where you stood at the side of the track, hoping to at least give him an encouraging thumbs up, and kissed you so quickly that you barely even felt it before he was running back to his car.

so yeah, a little private time to decompress together sounded really nice. you’ve been trying everything you could, but you’re fighting a losing battle with your heavy eyelids.

the dip of the mattress has you blinking your eyes open, rubbing a hand over your face as lando slips under the covers. you give him a soft smile, and he returns it.

“hey, sleepy,” he whispers.

“hey,” you whisper back. “y’okay?”

“yeah. tired. still kinda pissed off.” he admits.

the race had gone so well, for a little while, at least. the rush of adrenaline you felt when your boyfriend led the race was like nothing you’d ever experienced before, and then he crossed the finish line in p8. you’re still learning the ins and outs of race strategy and whatnot, but you know that something had gotten lost when it came to lando’s strategy.

“sorry, baby,” you reach out and brush your fingers through his curls, still damp from the shower. “things will be better next race.”

“at least one of us is optimistic.” he grumbles, pressing himself further into your hand when you move it from his hair to caress his cheek.

“it will be,” you insist. “and i will be there, ready to say ‘i told you so.’”

he rolls his eyes playfully, and you push his face away in return. “you are so rude.”

“but you looove me,” he coos, grabbing your waist and pulling you into him.

“lucky you,” you make a face at him.

he laughs, sliding a hand to the back of your neck to pull you in for a long kiss.

you hum happily, appreciating how warm his body is and how good he smells. you want nothing more than to cuddle him close to you, pet his head, kiss his shoulder and his neck…

the lightbulb goes off in your head, and you break the kiss, causing lando to whine in dissatisfaction.

“baby…”

“you’re never the little spoon.” you say, like that explains why you’d want to stop kissing him.

“yeah,” he shrugs, pressing another kiss to your lips. “so?”

“so,” you begin, giggling when he goes in for yet another kiss, “maybe tonight you can be.”

“really?” he furrows his eyebrows. “you want to do that?”

“mhmm,” you affirm against his lips when he kisses you again before you can answer. “wanna hold you. you had a long day.”

“i did have a long day.” he agrees, sighing dramatically. “fine. one more kiss?”

“if you insist,” its your turn to playfully roll your eyes as he kisses you, smiling all the while and making an obnoxious mwah sound before he shifts onto his side away from you.

you scooch closer to him and a little further up the bed in order to get one of your arms between his neck and the pillow. the other goes under his own arm and rests against his bare chest.

“this okay?” you ask.

he nods, kissing your forearm.

“good,” you smile against his shoulder. “i love you, lan.”

“love you so much, my baby.” he murmurs, tangling your fingers together.

your heart beats a little faster at his use of my. for as long as you’ve been with him, you’ve never quite gotten used to that lovestruck feeling you get whenever he refers to you as his. you leave little kisses across his shoulder and his neck until his breathing evens out and your eyes fall shut.

when you wake in the morning, you’re sprawled out on your back with one lando norris still fast asleep and attached to your side like a koala. your left arm is still around his shoulders, but his face is snuggled into your neck, his arm is looped around your waist, and one of his legs is in between both of yours. you’re a little chilly courtesy of the blankets being stuck between your bodies, so you slowly move onto your side to face him so you can wrap your other arm around him and pull him closer.

he never says anything about it, to preserve his “macho-ness,” as he likes to put it, but every time he gets into bed and rolls onto his side after that night, you always know exactly what he’s asking for.

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Hey! Can you please do "babysitting with zb1"?

i love this idea!! got started on it as soon as you sent it! thank you for requesting bb, and as always if anyone wants to request more my inbox is currently open! might need some time as school is beginning for me again.

w/a: literally the smallest hint of suggestive theme of u squint to the point that your eye are just closed.

for hanbin, I don’t wanna say that this man has no flaws… but he really knows how to take care of younger siblings so any child is no problem at all. Heck, he’s probably taking care of you too. He’s got a lot of experience with taking care of others that it comes like second nature to him. Leaves you little notes of encouragement around the house when things start to get too stressful :))

jiwoong is doing your job for you at this point lol. Probably the most calm when one child throws a bit of a temper tantrum. His soft voice when he communicates to them can naturally bring a smile right back to their face. I feel like taking care of younger siblings pose no challenge to him whatsoever, I mean they’re just like mini versions of you two! Maybe he’s starting to get his head stuck in the clouds with the whole “mini you” idea…

If you’ve seen zb1 taking care of those twins on youtube you know well that hao does NOT know how to take care of children well. you’re lowkey 🤏 close to kicking him out with the way he talks back to the kid as if they’re both five years old. however watching the way you’re able to calm the child down really takes him by surprise, and he finds himself more willing to learn how you take care of them so well, while ultimately keeping both him and the kids under control too.

matthew tries so hard to be the best good cop of a babysitter he can be, though sometimes he forgets that bounderies and lessons do need to be learned! is the kind of babysitter that melts at the sight of the child’s puppy eyes and gives in to whatever scheming they may have up their sleeve. next thing you know there’s paint splattered on every surface but the ones paint is supposed to be on. “how could i resist?!” he says, giving u a pout while he attempts to remove the smear on his cheek, and honestly it’s hard for you to resist when he looks at you that way too.

you can bet taerae is singing those kids one hell’ of a lullaby every night WHEWWW. We all know how soothing his voice is, perfect for stormy nights or when’s there’s still a bit too much excitement past curfew. He’s definitely more of a practical kind of babysitter if that makes sense though. “Why do they play with rocks and twigs when the big screen tv is right there?” 🙄🤷🏻 Kinda guy. I will say that you and taerae are especially good keeping kids entertained. They adore his energy and humor and all the little skits he’ll put on. Babysitting with him leaves everyone smiling.

ricky is so elegant with it 😭😭 I don’t think you’ve ever heard him raise his voice because the children just obey without question. It’s almost strange lol. You two work as a great team! You make up the rules (because he likes listening to you too ☺️) and he’s the official communicator of said rules. Babysitting never feels stressful with him. His one downfall is that he will buy the kid(s) anything at anytime, and then he’ll buy YOU anything you want at anytime. He just wants you all to be happy what can he say?

gyuvin is surprisingly very good at babysitting when given instructions, knows what food is healthy and chewable, can easily make them fall asleep at curfew, and ensure the kids always keep a smile on their face. it’s hard to believe that when you run to the store, forgetting one item that all hell breaks loose. “i don’t know what to do when you’re gone.” he winces, in what looks like the most uncomfortable pose of defeat on the floor, the children jumping atop him in victory.

gunwook For sure knows what a child’s needs are, but learns all the details and the in-betweens from you! Definitely gets affected by cuteness aggression so sometimes it can be hard for him to concentrate, and then if YOU’RE there? Great, that’s a whole other distraction he’s gotta try and fail to ignore. Gunwook makes babysitting feel like a normal part of life rather than any kind of chore or job. He’s a bit head over heels on the idea of having his own family some day, and just maybeee he’s thinking about having it with you. 🤭

yujin i’m sorry but you’re practically taking care of him too. I’m not saying this because i think he’s a “baby”, but because he’s so socially awkward with the kids he can’t even hold eye contact lmao. For example, one of them might start to throw a tantrum out of the blue, and yujin’s solution involves him standing there watching like 🧍🏻😟. He’ll most likely start shouting your name for assistance… he really is trying his best! I think Yujin likes to let you lead with the babysitting, while also giving him a front row seat at admiring you being so passionate about making others happy and well cared for.

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Cuddles!

Tags!: Cuddling, comfort, fluff

Warnings!:

My sense of humor

These are just headcanons

Heartslabyul; Savanaclaw; Octavinelle; Scarabia; , Pomefiore; Ignihyde; Diasomnia (you're here :3)

Vil🪞:

he actually doesn’t mind, so long as you just rest on him and you don’t try to drag him around in bed

He sleeps on his back, it’s just something he’s grown accustomed to for the sake of his beauty, so just keep that rule in place

He’ll wrap an arm around you

He actually likes it, it helps him sleep better, and he knows that it does, knows it will help sleep for the both of you

Also, skincare you must follow before getting in bed with him, learn the protocol

Rook 🏹:

He loves it. Love loves it. Just how he is cause it’s so cute having you cling to him, obviously! Ironically enough, it’s like his prey has willing fell into his trap! He’s weird, so…

He also sleeps on his back and doesn’t move around too much, and he’s also a light sleeper, so just be careful

He’ll hold you back, and he prefers to be the one doing that, anyhow, just feels more natural to him in a sense

If you ever catch him watching you sleep at all, no you didn’t :)

He’s just admiring your beauty <3

Epel 🍎:

Things cuddles are kinda dumb, shows “weakness,” and they’re too lovey dovey

But oh, here yall are, Epel quite literally glued to you in bed without a care in the world, happily snoozing away

Yea, he pretends he doesn’t like them, but he does, he’s a sucker for them, but he ain’t gonna show that…

Prefers to hold you at first, feeds his ego, but then just from moving around, you’ll end up being the one holding him

He does move quite a bit…but he always ends up with you again

(NO ORTHO)

Idia 🎮:

Remember how I said like half these characters are gonna be stiff, Idia is another. Sure he’s hugged pillows but this is totally new

He does like them though, he prefer them, only problem, bro like never sleeps…surviving off energy drinks (that’s real, though…)

He likes to be the one held, so, just squeeze him nice when yall even get the chance to cuddle if he ain’t gaming away the night

He’s a heavy sleeper, and he drools, I’d also think he’d move around a lot from restlessness, but you being there kinda gets rid of that factor

Expect to wake up with hair in your mouth. Thanks Idia 👍

Malleus 🐉:

Smug about it because he loves it. He’ll also do like whatever you want. You wanna hold him? Sure. You want him to hold you and keep you safe? He prefers that latter

He’s cuddly, but he’s also very polite about it in a way, never going too overboard with anything

Heavy sleeper, and he also goes to sleep at a later time, but he won’t force you to stay up, he’ll get in bed with you but probably lie awake for a bit

Also another type to gaze at you if you fall asleep, he can’t help it, you look peaceful and he’s just happy about it

Lilia 🧚‍♀️:

He likes them, that’s not surprise there in my opinion. I feel like he’s also another one to find it funny how you hold on to him, but he also finds it sweet

He also stays up late, probably gaming along with Idia but, whatever…he’ll hop into bed soon after he’s done

He likes to cuddle and to be cuddled, he’s versatile in whatever you’d like to do, and he’ll follow along

He drools, probably kicks in his sleep, and he moves around a lot. He’ll blame that ok being old

Silver⚔️:

Do I even need to say anything? Answer is no, but I will anyways

He loves to, like it’s his favorite thing, but he does fall asleep even more quickly thanks to your presence

He prefers to hold you so he can keep you safe, even while in dreamland. He just wants to make sure you won’t get hurt while he’s blissfully knocked out

He’s a heavy sleeper, and he doesn’t move around a lot, so you’ll be trapped for a bit until he wakes up…

Sebek ⚡️:

Another one who’s stuff, although he’s painfully stiff, like he doesn’t even know what to do and where to put his arms

He does like to cuddle, but it’s complicated for him because he believes it distracts him from his duties a little

He prefers to hold you as well, the same reasons as Silver, to protect you while you’re with him. It’s instinct for him

He’ll awkwardly hug you back, like I said, he doesn’t know how to go about the situation but he’ll make it work. Trust

He snores. Loud

He’s also really still and will barely move during the night

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[coastershells]

S W E E T S . .

IN WHICH — dallas has a girlfriend , but you can tell that his attention goes somewhere else completely.

not proofread (when do I ever?) / requested? | no : yes

⚠️ : none , slightly suggestive at the end i suppose , though?

ᥫ᭡. / wc : 1.1k

“ dallas , no. ” you shake your head at the boy waiting at your window.

“ come on , you gotta be so difficult all the time? ” he says , resting his arms on the inside of your window. you slowly try to shrug them off. he readjusted before you could. “ it’s not like she’ll know. ” he mumbles bitterly and you sigh.

“ that’s the thing , dallas. she does know. you have a girlfriend you could be spending time with. this won’t work out. ” you say as you attempt to close the window. he uses his right arm to stop you. “ i’ll tell her i told you to back off. come on. ” he says , urging you to let him in.

you know he won’t go without getting in , and he might refuse to go and spend the night again.

you really don’t want either of those to happen.

the poor girl he has to decided to cheat on was sylvia , she was your best friend , and heavy on was. dallas and her were dating off and on , but nobody intervened with it because dallas wouldn’t answer any questions and sylvia was rude to anyone who asked.

you don’t even know why she was mad , dallas told you she was the one who cheated. twice , actually , but you weren’t that close to dallas at the time. you moreover cared about sylvia.

until.. he started falling for you. you think?

you don’t know whether he’s trying to play you like he has done other girls or if he’s actually trying to start something. you don’t know if he’s begged to get into other girls houses and spend the night cuddling them , letting them talk until they fall asleep.. you don’t know.

“ dallas , i can’t. you gotta go home. ”

“ sweets , ” he breathes out. “ i ain’t never done nothin’ to you. what have i ever done to you? ‘s complicated. ” he huffs in annoyance.

“ uh.. force yourself into my bedroom? ”

“ i don’t force myself in there. but if you don’t let me yourself then i will. ” he shrugs and he looks around outside. “ speakin’ of which , it’s fuckin’ freezin , doll. wanna let me in now? “ he fake shivers and you roll your eyes. you notice he still has his hand holding the window open.

“ dallas.. ”

“ don’t call me that. call me dal , or make up a different name. that’s what the fuzz calls me. ” he sighs. “ dallas winston. ” he mocks.

“ well , that’s your name isn’t it? ”

“ call me dal from now on. i’ll call you all the cute names , sweet thing. ”

you realize he’s making small talk , so with him holding the window open , and your hand slowly sliding from it , you let out a heavy over dramatic sigh and he makes a sound of happiness. “ fine. come in. ”

he’s just about in your room and closing the window before you finish that sentence , and he’s already looking around and invading every corner of your room yet again.

“ looks different as hell in here. why’d you move your vanity? i know it took awhile. you could’ve just called me over. ”

you crossed your arms and gave him a scowl. “ my dad moved it for me , actually. ” you shrug past him and go to your bed , fixing up the pillows. “ i don’t need you here for everything , dalla — ”

“ how about you try that sentence , one more time? ” he puts a finger up , and you turn to face him.

“ right , how rude of me. dal , i don’t need you here for everything. ”

“ mhm. “ he says , looking back at you. he definitely knows you did it yourself. it’s slightly crooked. “ got a lighter? “ he asks and you blow your breath.

“ i don’t do that stuff. if you’re planning on it , you can see yourself out again. “

“ nah , nah i’ll just wait till morning then. “ he mutters the last part , and slips off his shoes along with his jacket , discarding it onto the floor. “ so , you gonna let me stay the night or are you gonna kick this poor puppy to the curb? ”

you groan , and relax. “ did i really have a choice? ”

“ nope. you’re learning , baby. ”

you wave him off and watch him walk over and make himself comfortable on your bed. you grimace. “ dal , that’s fuckin’ nasty. ”

“ all i did was lay down. ”

“ that shirt is filthy. take it off — ” you don’t realize what you’re saying before he smiles. “ alright , your wish is my command. ”

as he takes his shirt off , you make sure not to look his way. “ you’re disgusting , dal. “ he sighs and gets under your blanket like it’s his. he rests his head on his hands , and does nothing but stare at you. you awkwardly gulp , and it leaves you to think.

why did dallas decide on you? what’s so special about you exactly?

so with nothing to lose , already having lost your best friend , you ask.

“ dal. ”

“ mhhm , doll? “ he says , it looks like he’s caught in a trance.

“ why do you like me? ”

dallas seems to actually think , snapping out of his trance and that makes you worry.

“ you’re pretty. ‘s pretty. love your voice. wish you talked to me more. id pay to hear that. damn , you don’t know how fumed i was when you got when that soc last year. ”

you clear your throat. “ i’ve never dated before. he wasn’t my boyfriend , just a friend. “

dallas raises an eyebrow with a smile on his face. “ a friend , huh? and you’ve never dated? shiit , i was worrying for nothing. “

you blink , and you wonder what he could possibly mean by that.

“ c’mere. i’ll show you what a good time is. “ dallas says as he pulls you in by the waist , closer to him and now above him.

“ ever wanted to be a cowgirl? ” dallas teases and you frown.

you’re already at rock bottom , so does it really matter?

you don’t think it does. sylvia already hates you and two-bit already ranted on how much dallas talks about you.

you probably would’ve ended up in his hands anyway.

DUDE this layout is so old it was at the bottom of my drafts. if you can’t tell how long is long then this was supposed to be posted with uhhh… “ crime love “ i think? anyway.. uh. sorry for the people who get pinged everytime for short stuff like this 😓 ( i’m not sorry ur stuck forever mwahahahaahaajjgjrisnfne)

taglist : @mrsdillonx , @every1hatesmayaa , @r0seb100d , @staygoldmarty

[mysteryshoptls]

Jack Howl Shared Lines

Tutorial: I'm going on ahead. Follow me, if you don't want to be late.

Level Up 1 / Buddy Level Up: Right, I can keep on going!

Level Up 2: Looks like my training is paying off.

Level Up 3: ...What? I never said I wasn't happy.

Level Max: See, hard work pays off. I'll have to work even harder from here on out.

Vignette Level Up: Wolves hunt in packs. That's why if we're ever after the same prey, I wouldn't mind working with... Nevermind, I didn't say nothin'!

Spell Level Up: I wanna become a strong mage that can use a ton of different spells.

Friendship Level Up: I mean, I’m pretty busy with my studies and training, but… Hey, wait, I didn’t said I wouldn’t come! It would be rude to not show up when you’ve invited me.

Friendship Level Max: Oh yeah, why don’t we put a cactus in your room, too? It’s not that hard to take care of, and you’ll end up enjoying raising it.

Uncapped: No limit is going to stop me! I'm going to grow even stronger.

Groovification: This doesn't feel bad at all. Makes me want to go for a run... Wanna come with?

Lesson Select 1: Which class're you taking? ...Huh, what a coincidence. I was thinking of taking that one too.

Lesson Select 2: Studying and training fall under the same principle. Without continuous upkeep, it's easy to get rusty.

Lesson Select 3: I'll wake you up if you fall asleep. If someone's drowsing off next to me, that'll be too distracting.

Lesson Start: Right, time to focus!

Lesson Finish: I learned something new again today.

Battle Start: It’s okay if you want to wrap your tail around your leg and flee.

Battle Won: That wasn’t anything worth talking about. Try again later.

Trouble 1: Grrrr…!

Trouble 2: Thanks, I was about to waste my time with something foolish.

GIFT CALENDAR 2023: “How will you be spending the day?” The track team has practice today. But since it’s supposed to snow in the afternoon, it may just end up being indoor training. It takes a while or the body to get limber in the winter. That means we need to extra thorough in our warming up exercises.

Birthday Login Message 1: Could it be that you came to celebrate my birthday? …I see. Thanks. I’ll at least say that. …M-my tail is only swaying because I’m training. It’s not like I’m happy or anything!

Birthday Login Message 2: Thanks for the birthday wishes. …Something I hope for in the coming year? I want to grow some more. Eh? I’m already big enough? …I’m not talking about my height! I mean I want to mature more. Whenever you’re around I end up feeling so dazed. It must mean I’m relaxed around you. Thanks.

Birthday Login Message 3: Uh… Thanks for the birthday wishes. Oh, so, the cactus I was raising bloomed some flowers today. Even if it’s a complete coincidence, I’m pretty happy it bloomed right on time for my birthday. Oh, you want to see the cactus flower? Yeah, sure! I’ll show it to you!

Birthday Login Message 4: Hey, are you here to celebrate my birthday? Thanks for coming all this… Wait, you just wanted me to show you my homework? Do you own homework! Geez, don’t mislead me like that… …What is this box? Is it a present? O-Oh. Then, I’ll gladly take it… Hey, you didn’t do all this just to get a kick out of how I’d react, right?

Birthday Login Message 5: Oh, hey, it’s you. What am I carrying? Just some sports drinks that Deuce gave me for my birthday. He gave me a whole case full so I’m just carrying it to my room. Man, he just had to give me something so big… Heh, now where am I gonna find the place to put this? By the way, what do you have there? …Huh? A present for me? And it’s more sports drinks!? …N-Nah, I’m not saying I don’t need them. I drink 'em every day, so it’s good to have a ton. Right then, I’ll take them off your hands. What, you don’t think I can carry two cases by myself? It’s no big deal. So, yeah, uh… Thanks.

Requested by Anonymous.

[im-jesus]

Okay, so, random dump.

I thought I was aro for a while because relationships always felt really weird and I’d always get uncomfortable and leave immediately. But, with help from my best friend and her uncanny ability to annoy and worm her way into the very core of your being I realized that I actually just have massive commitment issues. Having said that, I made a few aro and ace friends, and I learned some things!

First things first: Allonormativity is harmful.

If I want to sleep with someone, I mean I want to sleep beside them, to curl up into a ball and cuddle because I haven’t cuddled anyone to fall asleep in as long as I can remember. My earliest memory is when I was 18 months old. It shouldn’t automatically mean that I wanna fuck.

Pleasure is not inherently erotic. Sometimes, a pleasurable thing has nothing to do with sex or sexual gratification and it’s another it’s always taken that way.

Two people hanging out, and hanging out often, does not mean that two people are dating. My best friend talks to me almost as much as she talks to her beef, and we’re not dating. We were but that’s beside the point. People can be friends- people of any gender can be friends. It’s also totally cool if you don’t want friends ☺️

Sex doesn’t always mean there are romantic feelings involved. FWB is a thing that works for a lot of people, and it’s totally okay to get sexual gratification without romantic commitment. Those same two people might seem to you like they like each other as something different than friends, but they’re friends, and that’s how they’re happy. Mind your beeswax.

And for the love of all things holy (me) who decided that being romantically involved is more than friends? Why is that above it? Why is that a pedestal? It’s fuckin annoying and needs to stop.

Romantic feelings can be shared between more than two people! My other best friend is ambiamorous, and he is more devoted to its boyfriend than any two people ever be devoted to each other. I’m salty about it but it’s fine lols. You don’t always have to find everything you want in one person- and that’s okay, I promise.

Lemme know if I missed anything, I would love to learn more!

[ghost-bxrd]

Do you have more fae!Dick headcanons, but from the batfam or his friends pov? 🥺

Check out this awesome post for a phenomenal addition to the Fae verse!

But in case you wanna stick with only Dick being fae, here’s some more headcanons for you, hehe ✨ I can never say no to doing more 👏

I don’t know enough about Dick’s friends to do a good pov for them, but here’s Bruce and Jason for now 💚

Bruce

Bruce knew something was other about Dick from the moment he started screaming when his parents fell and every single animal inside the circus went wild

Dick is a strange child. he never lies, but he’s got this uncanny ability to maneuver around the truth and make it bend to his will. It comes in handy during his Robin days, but Bruce will be the first to admit it creeps him out a bit. Even thinks that sound like a lie on surface level and up being truthful. To the letter.

Contracts. During their time as Batman and Robin, Bruce unknowingly enters into multiple little deals with Dick without being aware of it. Dick never takes advantage, but there’s one instance where Bruce finally realizes how important it is to leave absolutely no loopholes in orders or wordings when Dick nearly kills someone and it still falls into the terms of their agreement

The manor. Things have never been completely normal about the ancestral home, but with Dick around the walls seem to breathe. There’s always a light on behind some window even when it’s late and Alfred is long asleep. At night something scratches along the walls and the scent of rain and mushrooms lingers in the air. Neither Bruce or Alfred ever find its source. Hallways become long and winding when you’re half asleep. The walk to the restroom ends up being at least ten minutes.

Bruce yells at Dick and uses his full name for the first time and Dick just— folds. It’s not his true name, but he treats it as such. And Bruce is horrified at the way Dick’s entire form seems to warp and gain new joints and twist itself outside the human imagination. But then he blinks and it’s just Dick again, glaring balefully, hissing at Bruce not to use his name in anger. Ever. Bruce is too startled to do anything but promise he won’t.

Promises. Dick uses them sparingly, but when he does he upholds them with a vengeance. Bruce learns to never, ever make Dick promise something that will endanger him. Because dick would still follow through on it blindly.

Promises made by other people. Dick becomes vindictive if he thinks someone isn’t upholding their end of the bargain. The first time it happens, a simple thing about being home in time for dinner, Bruce got assaulted by rabid deer with curiously sharp teeth on his way to the car. In the middle of Gotham City. Bruce and Dick have a serious talk afterwards.

Jason

Dick is less than thrilled when Jason is declared Robin. Fae are possessive. That’s his name Bruce gave away. That’s his family Jason is infiltrating. Dick wants Jason gone. (Bruce barely manages to stop the murder of crows from shoving Jason off a roof)

Jason doesn’t realize there’s a pissed off fae out for blood. Bruce has a hard time rallying Dick, but he manages. Ergo; Jason thinks the manor is the best thing since sliced bread and he’s super excited about meeting Dick. He joins Alfred in making Dick’s favorite meal for his official visit and unknowingly ends up winning Dick over with it. An offering of favored food to fae creatures goes a long way in earning their favor. And Dick is no different. It helps that the food is genuinely delicious and Jason jumps at the chance to refill his plate. Jason unknowingly dodged a bullet there.

Dick becomes protective of Jason. Jason is his now in the same way Bruce and Alfred are. They’re human. He’s fae. They’re so very vulnerable and susceptible to injury and manipulation.

Jason avoids wandering the halls of Wayne manor alone for the longest time because he always feels there are eyes following him. (They are.)

The manor, reacting to Dick’s inherent magic, shortens each of Jason’s routes. It creeps Jason out even more

Sometimes there are feathers at the foot of Jason’s bed. He doesn’t know what kind of bird they could be from. When he shows them to Bruce the man just sighs

Jason has a temper tantrum and retreats into the woods behind the manor. He can’t find his way back until he calls out for Dick and suddenly the manor looms behind the next tree

[talaok]

Hi

Can you write one where the reader is drunk and pedro takes care of her?

Maybe like what happened in the fifty shades?and they are in a relationship together...

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x reader

Warnings: you know the drill it aint smut but it alludes to it

"I'm not drunk"

He smiled, as once again, you lied straight to his face.

"Sure you aren't sweetheart"

" 'm not" you pouted, gripping him for dear life as he helped you stumble into the house

"You're right" he nodded, watching your every move closely to make sure you didn't get hurt "now here, let's get you to bed"

"I don't wanna go to bed"

"well too bad baby, 'cause you're going"

You stopped dead in your tracks, turning to stare at him.

You had this look when drunk… like a veil on your eyes and a specific tilt of your mouth that made it so easy for him to figure you out every time.

And it was also one of the cutest and funniest things he’d ever seen.

“What exactly are we gonna do in bed?”

He couldn’t help but chuckle

“Not what you want I’m afraid”

“Why?” you moaned

“Because, sweetheart,” he spoke gently as he moved some hair out of your face “I don’t think you’re in the right conditions”

“I don’t know what you’re talking ‘bout”

“No?”

“No idea”

You let one of your hands rake down his chest “I can be very persuasive y’know?”

“Oh I know” he nodded, a smile pulling at his lips

You were giving him your best Doe eyes with your smudged mascara and parted lips.

He would have agreed without a second thought if it wasn’t for the alcohol clearly still lingering in your organism.

“what do you say then, Mr. Pascal?” you tilted your head, caging your bottom lip between your teeth the way you knew drove him crazy.

This wasn’t his first rodeo, and there was one thing he had learned by now, there were two ways he could go about this:

1. He could keep arguing with you, trying to make you understand

2. He could lie and find a way to get you to bed, so that the second your head hit the pillow you would finally understand how right he had been this whole time and fall asleep in a second.

“C’mere” he decided, pulling you closer by your waist and meeting your lips with his.

You let out a giggle as you intertwined your arms behind his neck.

“What are you laughing at?” he smiled

“You” You gave his lips a quick peck

“Oh yeah?” he challenged, half laughing

“Yup” you kissed his cheek “Mr. I don’t think you’re in the right conditions”

“Well, what can I say, You are very persuasive…”

You chuckled again, and he took it as an opportunity to pick you up, your legs wrapping around each side of his waist.

You nuzzled your head between his shoulder and neck, his manly scent wrapping around you like a cloud, and by the time you looked up, he had carried you to the bedroom.

He sat you on the bed, and you watched with anticipation as he got to his knees.

Except he didn’t do what you were expecting, no, he was taking off your heels.

“Baby” you whined

“Lay down” he spoke softly

You did. You loved when he got bossy.

The bed creaked as he got on it too.

He bent down to kiss you again and you felt his hands move around the bed, but once again, he didn’t do what you were expecting… you felt the blanket fall on your body.

“W-what?” you frowned, opening your eyes ”baby what are you doing?”

Pedro stoked your pretty face with his thumb, watching your eyes cloud with confusion.

“Getting you to bed” he said simply

“But-” you started before an over-dramatic gasp fled your throat “you tricked me!”

A smile painted his lips “I did, babydoll”

“I can’t believe this”

“I’m sorry baby, I’ll make it up to you in the morning”

“You better” you threatened, your eyelids already feeling heavier.

“I will” he promised, leaning away and out of bed.

“Where are you going?” you whimpered “Aren’t you gonna at least come to bed?”

He smiled, watching you struggle to speak through the drowsiness

“One second,” he told you, making quick work of his pants and shirt.

You let out a small chuckle “sexy” you teased

“I know, right?” he grinned, getting back in bed.

You wasted no time climbing closer to him, wrapping your leg around his and placing your head on his chest.

He didn’t call you Koala for nothing.

“Thank you for picking me up” you slurred after a moment of silence

“No problem, sweetheart” he kissed your hair “You can call me anytime you want if you need me, you know that”

You tightened your hold on him to mimic a hug.

“I love you” you promised

“I love you too baby” he murmured “I love you too” he said,

And then you were gone.

[littlelovelyspiderling]

Hey, i’m the anon who asked about headcanons! Sorry it took me so long to respond. Honestly, whatever works for you is perfectly okay with me! To be honest, i’m happy as long as i’m getting updates about the story because im so obsessed! It was just a suggestion, so don’t feel obligated to do anything because I know your pretty busy with writing already. Love you and mtry! 😘

hello again! okay there are some headcannons i have that im gonna save to reveal in-story cuz i think its more fun that way & i dont wanna spoil some cute future moments, but here are a few super unoriginal ones that i’ll put out there just for funsies

peter parker headcannons:

- took ballet classes as a kid but stopped cuz he got bullied for it

- has a very pretty singing voice but only sings seriously when he’s alone & doesn’t think anyone is listening cuz he shy boy (i somewhat stole this from tom holland)

- at some point in the future tony gifts him noise canceling headphones cuz he knows his enhanced senses can make him get overstimulated easily and they are LIFE-CHANGING

- on a similar note, going anywhere super loud is not fun for him (concerts, fireworks, large gatherings, etc)

- extra fast metabolism makes him CONSTANTLY hungry and it’s very difficult for him to ever feel full or put on weight

- his spider sense pretty much does give him super anxiety cuz it’s constantly warning him of every little potential danger around him

- is a nerd™ who loves dnd & other uber complicated tabletop games

- needs his daily sweet treat to survive

- prompt him with a science concept and he can ramble for HOURS

- has a tendency to get so absorbed in his studies / work / tinkering etc that hours will pass without him realizing and he needs to be snapped out of it; he very often falls asleep wherever he’s sitting

- big fan of animated shows (gravity falls, she-ra, the owl house, arcane, etc)

johnny storm headcannons:

- if anything remotely sad happens in a movie, tv show, commercial, etc you best believe he’ll be the first to burst into tears

- learned to cook from a very young age so he could take some of the responsibilities off sue’s shoulders and also make her nice meals

- journals all his thoughts and draws little pictures and hearts around the edges of each page

- HATES doctor visits or dealing with anything medical after the car wreck with his mom + all the tests that were run on him while in quarantine after the space mission

- for the things he’s confident in about himself, he’s SUPER confident in; but for the things he’s insecure about, he’s EXTREMELY insecure

- likes painting people’s nails (he’s pretty good at it since sue let him practice on her growing up) and paints his own pretty often

- has nightmares about burning the people he cares about often

- very active listener if he likes the person who’s speaking

- falls asleep to very obscure & specific asmr videos

- extremely good at remembering people’s birthdays, anniversaries, favorite things, interests, etc

- has no idea how to interact with babies / little kids

- f4 does fantasy football every year & he picks his team exclusively based on the players’ hotness

this was fun, thanks for the idea!!

[afewproblems]

Part Two of this Kas!Eddie piece!

Steve does not sleep for the rest of the night.

He races around the house, checking every door and window, turning on every single light from the hallways and bedrooms to the kitchen. He walks past the basement door before tucking a dining chair underneath the handle for good measure, even Steve has seen enough horror movies to know that nothing good ever comes out of a basement in these situations. 

It’s almost four in the morning by the time he’s finished, but it doesn’t feel like it’s nearly enough and the sun won’t be up for at least another three hours at this time of year.

Steve has settled on the sofa in the living room, armed with a kitchen knife and a cup of coffee.

Frankly the coffee has helped to settle his nerves far more than the knife, but either way his heart rate has finally slowed down.

Steve yawns and shakes his head, putting the cup on the side table before slapping his cheeks with his hands lightly, he can’t fall asleep now, not again. 

He tries to think back to the legends his nonna used to tell him when Steve was a child, visiting his mothers parents. 

While Doreen would chastise her mother for filling Steve’s head with horrible make-believe tales from the ‘Old Country,’ Steve would sit there in awe every time his grandmother would spin another yarn. 

“Passero,” she would tell him, cupping his small face with curled arthritic hands, “this is our history, your mother has forgotten the old ways, but listen well and you will learn”.

The problem was, everything his grandmother had told him, had not prepared him to face a monster he knew by name.

Steve rubs his eyes as they begin to sting. 

This was his fault after all. 

***

“Steve, what are you doing?” Dustin shouts, his voice cracks as Steve lifts him up and loops an arm around Dustin’s torso. 

“We have to go Dustin--”

“Not without Eddie, you can’t leave him!” he shouts at Steve, his dark blue eyes shine as tears of frustration cut tracks through the blood and grime on his face, “we can, maybe we can carry him out?”

Nancy makes eye contact with Steve, at Dustin's words she withdraws her hand from Eddie’s bloodied pulse point and gives him the barest shakes of her head. Beside her, Robin makes a sound like the air has been punched from her chest, her eyes trained on Eddie’s still form. 

Robin had been right after all.

“Dustin listen to me,” Steve says, his voice shakes as he looks away from Nancy, “the gates are closing, there isn’t enough time”.

Steve swallows roughly as his eyes track back and forth between Dustin's own, “we’ll come back for him, I promise”. 

The words feel cold as they slip out, an awful lie. He knows full well they won’t be able to come back.

Dustin shakes his head violently, and tries to push away from Steve, “No! Get off me, Eddie!”

“I’m sorry Dustin,” Steve grunts as one of Dustin’s hands connects with the bites on his side, he pulls Dustin closer towards him and begins walking them forcefully towards the gate. 

The screams and cries from Dustin cut through him worse than any Demobat bite ever could.

***

“Don’t be so hard on yourself,” a low rumbling voice whispers in his ear, Steve freezes as soft lips caress the lobe.

“I was dead after all,” he drawls as he steps down from where he was perched on the back of the sofa. Black claws shred the fabric and leave the same trail of oily stains as before, Steve flinches as taloned fingers caress his jaw.

Eddie’s black eyes stare unblinkingly, raking over Steve. It feels as though he’s being examined, analyzed.

“How are you doing that,” Steve whispers as Eddie steps around and crouches, bracketing Steve against the sofa cushions. It’s as though Eddie is anticipating exactly what he’s thinking.

“The Upside Down changed a lot of things about me Stevie,” Eddie chuckles, the laughter sounds more like a crackling growl from lurking predator, “wanna see?”

He grins widely, and Steve can’t help but flinch again at the sight of the rows and rows of pointed jagged teeth and a slick forked tongue which Eddie waggles at Steve.

He ignores the strange flip his stomach does at the sight, the same one he felt when Eddie called him, 'Big Boy,' in the RV.

“But you can read minds now? Thats not--”

“Not a normal vampire feat?” Eddie scoffs as he pushes himself away from Steve and stalks around the living room, “not something your family’s mentioned to you?” 

He laughs long and loud as Steve pales and shrinks farther into the cushions. The kitchen knife is still sitting beside him on the side table next to his abandoned coffee cup, if he could just--

“Oh Steve, Steve, Steve, how soon we forget,” Eddie hisses, letting his tongue curl around the words as he snatches the knife in his claws, “mind reader, remember?” 

“I didn’t even know you were into that sort of thing sweetheart,” Eddie hums holding up the knife between his clawed fingers as he shoots Steve a vile grin.

“We gotta work our way up to that,” he whispers, his face suddenly inches from Steve’s own.

Eddie tosses the blade away, it skitters across the floor into the kitchen, clacking loudly against the tile. 

“How did you even get in here,” Steve says boldly, his heart hammering against his ribcage as Eddie rubs his nose down Steve’s cheek, “you’ve never been invited in”.

Eddie’s face dips down, letting the long matted curls hang around them both as he sighs, “I think someone believed too many bedtime stories--”

“Then what are you, huh” Steve continues, adrenalin courses through him as he sits up farther into Eddie's space, “why are you here?”

Eddie tilts his head, the wide grin pulling at his pale lips falters slightly as he blinks once, twice.

His black eyes shift slightly, and for a moment his pallid grey face twists in something like fear as Eddie rears back and unfurls his wings. They're too large for the living room and knock into the lamp beside Steve, sending it to the ground.

The bulb flickers as it hits the carpet and Steve takes his chance.

He vaults back over the couch and races to the kitchen, ignoring the small, 'Steve, wait!' that trails after him before morphing into another low rumbling growl. 

But Steve had been on the track team during all four years of high school, it hadn't been as exciting as swimming or basketball but he was fast and he wasn't going to complain now with hell on his heels.

Steve makes it to the patio, he unbolts the door with shaking clumsy hands and wrenches it open, not bothering to close it behind him.

Steve leaps over the threshold, his heart in his throat, as a burst of cool night air hits his face. He sprints past the pool, nearly colliding with a lawn chair as he throws himself into the woods.

He never thought he would be grateful for the woods his home backed onto ever again after everything that happened with Barb and Will all those years ago, but for now he whispers a thank you to any diety bothering to listen for the shifting maze of trees he knows like the back of his hand.

"STEVE!" Eddie's roar echoes around the empty yard and through the woods.

Fuck.

Steve tears through the trees, uncaring of the branches the whip his face and the roots that catch his feet, he just has to make it to Hopper's cabin. 

If he can just make it to the cabin he'll--

"Oh Stevie," Eddies voice carries through the canopy above as great wings suddenly overtake him, "what are we going to do with you?"

Part Two for the awesome @steves-strapcollection I hope you enjoy!

Part three

[graceslittlecorner]

cg!marcello hernandez headcanons(bc i can!)

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the!! most!! funniest!! caregiver

do i even have to elaborate he’s a lovable goofball

definitely makes loud and funny impressions and voices when you’re crying or upset just to see you smile again :(

he obviously has to tone down some of his humor around you to be kid-friendly when you’re regressed, but it always works

his SNL checks 9 out 10 times goes to spoiling you…you are so pampered.

100% is bringing you to SNL with him every saturday night and has all your gear in tow in case you regress(he never dares to leave the house without your noise-canceling headphones especially)

and when you do regress, you’re usually cranky and tired by then :( so you always end up missing out on watching some of the performances by falling asleep in his dressing room backstage(but marcello finds it endearing)

he loves it when you call him papa/papi!!

and he calls you ‘mi vida’ and ‘princesita’ back :(((

“mi vida, you wanna take a stroll with papa around the park? we can see doggies around there!”

is so encouraging of your regressed endeavors!!

he will put up every single drawing or coloring page on your guys’ fridge and in his SNL dressing room with no shame

whether you like it or not he’s gonna make you dance with him to disney songs

but compromises are made in the form of your favorite disney movie(so help him if frozen is your favorite disney movie hehe)

he learns how to cook for you through his mama—who teaches him many cuban dishes for you, especially if you love any sort of cuban cuisine!!

he pretty much as clingy as you are to him.

he especially never wants to stop cuddling you, especially before he has to do his first scene for SNL or before a comedy routine

“i could hug you all day, mi vida :(“

“no wan’ ‘ou to go papi :(“

“i know princesita, but once papi’s done, he’ll cuddle you so hard you won’t be breathing ever again and would have to rely on me as a breathing machine!”

“…-_-“

overall marcello would make such a funny yet gentle caregiver :(

this was very self-indulgent!! anyways i’m not a writer just did this for funsies :) if you don’t like it, well…don’t interact then?? just be civil<3

[jellyluchi]

Birthday Blues

A/N: A fic for my lovely @widdlepeetsselfship for their birthday! It's originally with Cannella, her OC.

Pairing: Formaggio x Reader Genre: NSFW Warnings: Reader wears a dress and does makeup has tits and pussy, coercive sex, non-consensual to dubious consent. man handling, degradation, PIV sex, praise kink, daddy kink Summary: Formaggio wants to treat you to the best birthday ever but not without a price!

Fifteen minutes past noon is when you feel a slight shake, sunlight dancing on your closed eyelids like small fireworks. Shuffling away from whatever disturbance had the audacity to disrupt your slumber,you try to go back to sleep. A faint whisper comes from somewhere above…

“…wake up babe… sweetie baby!” He calls your name

The voice grows louder, bringing you out of the perfect dream you were having, of lavish desserts and expensive getaways to some otherworldly place. Disgruntled, you groan, opening your eyes to find your boyfriend hovering over your half-asleep form. 

“Maggio…” you say groggily. “Why’re you awake so early…” 

“Early? Babe It’s past noon, perfect time to wake up!” He gives you a goofy grin, one that would lighten your mood if you were not between waking and sleeping. You stare at him, slightly annoyed and not clearly thinking at all. 

Without a word, you try to turn back to sleep only for your boyfriend to grab you by the shoulders. 

“Hey hey hey, woah woah! Hold on, are you forgetting what today is?” He gives you a rare incredulous look and you realize for once he’s being sincere. 

“Fuck, did I forget out anniversary?” The expression of pure confusion with the combination of your half lidded eyes and bed head makes Formaggio howl with laughter. 

“Amore, it’s your birthday.” The emphasis on the words takes a minute to sink into your mind. You look at him for a couple more seconds. 

“Oh… okay.” 

“Don’t ‘oh, okay’ me! Get ready baby, we’re going out for breakfast. I wouldn’t be called Formaggio if I didn't even take out my sweetie baby on their birthday.” He caresses your cheeks affectionately, as if handling a feisty cat for the first time. It’s not how he would handle a real cat, being absolute dogshit with animals as he is. Yet the affectionate touch is enough to convince you. “Doll up for me real nice, I wanna see you in that dress.. You know the one.” 

Formaggio winks as you pout at back, unclear to him whether because he asked you to get up or because of the demand to dress up to his choices. You sigh, even if you have much of an option there's a certain entertainment in humoring your boyfriend’s whims and knowing you’re most likely about to get free food is enough motivation to wake up past noon. Balancing yourself,you let yourself sit up.

“That’s my baby.” He whispers, bringing a slight blush to your face that you don't want to give him the satisfaction of seeing. 

Watching him leave the room, you flip over the covers and drag yourself to the bathroom, determined to look your best. And Formaggio, being the experienced boyfriend he is, expects the time it takes for you to get ready. A rookie version of himself would have become impatient with waiting for his partner. But as he has learned and in your wise words…‘glam like this takes time.’

But it’s completely worth the wait as you walk out of your bedroom with your hair tied, a couple of hoop earrings, radiantly shiny gloss, a fur shawl, all brought together by a baby pink dress, the sweetheart neckline of which falls rather low. The glitter eyeshadow of your lids twinkle with the natural light in your shared apartment. You’d be damned if you don’t look your absolute best on your motherfucking birthday. Being the type of man he is, Formaggio barely feels inadequate standing next to his goddess of a partner. 

In true Italian fashion, he grins at you with arms wide open as if to try and give you a hug. Grabbing your shoulders, he almost shakes you with mirth. “You look fantastic.” His handsome grin is more than a little overwhelming and You pretend it doesn’t make your heart flip flop in your chest, looking away. 

“You look pretty handsome.” It's an understatement. Despite only adorning a blazer with a mesh shirt underneath, somehow Formaggio makes it look runway ready. Curse him and his beautiful tummy. 

Clutching your purse, you walk to the door with him in tow, going down to the parking lot.

“Wait, bella, hold on.” While you try to walk out of the building, expecting him to take you there by foot, he has other plans. He produces something from his pocket, setting it down on the ground before giving it space. Within seconds, the tiny thing turns into a car. His latest loot from some random citizen no doubt. “We’re not walking today, my love,” he quips. Opening the door, he gestures for you to go inside.  “After you.” 

Impressed, you give him a pleased smile. “We aren’t late are we?” You ask, as he wasn’t waiting for you just because you wanted to get the perfect eyeliner for almost thirty minutes. 

“Nope! There’s no such thing as being late where we’re going.” You quirk an eyebrow.. “Don’t worry, mio amore, you’ll like it.” 

Quickly racking your  brain for options, you  let yourself think wishfully just a little bit. “Are we going to the new restaurant that opened up a few blocks from here?” You ask, perking up at the thought. Only for your expression to fall when Formaggio howls with laughter as he buckles his seatbelt. “Not at all. You’ll like this even better!” 

The car ride is anything but silent, Formaggio rambling about this and that, yet he refuses to share his birthday plans.. But no matter, instead, you start listing the designer items on the latest Vogue Italia that you wish to get as gifts. It’s, by no means, a demand for him to buy them immediately. However, it’s quite a large hint at what he should aim to steal next. 

Surely Formaggio is no fool. And as his partner expects, he produces another miniscule object from his pocket. He can’t get enough of your excited gaze into his hand. 

It’s an antique necklace that looks worth at least $10,000. You're no fool either, knowing not to question your boyfriend's sources and methods when it comes to the spontaneous gifts he gets her. 

“It’s beautiful…” you whisper, eyes twinkling to reflect the light from the necklace’s decoration. Taking it from his hand, you put it on, finally arriving at the destination. 

“Mcdonald’s.” An amused look crosses you. .

“Yup, your favorite.” 

You’re not sure whether to be excited or exasperated. Cheap fast food on your birthday… while dressed to the nines. You  reluctantly get out of the stolen car, not waiting for Formaggio to open the door, pretending to be a perfect gentleman. Contemplating, You secretly wonder if Formaggio met with Prosciutto behind your back for a presentation on conduct and etiquette. Not that he could hold up such a persona for very long. 

And as expected, he throws his hands into his pockets, nonchalantly walking into the establishment without even holding the door to the entrance. 

It doesn’t take long for you two to order some food, chicken nuggets, a shake, some fries. He gets a soda for himself. But as per Formaggio’s predictions, it wouldn’t be the only thing you eat that day. 

“You sure you want that drink, babe?” he asks. 

“Well of course, you should already know my order by now.” You take a sip of her boyfriend’s soda, sideying him rather openly. 

“Then what about the drinks we’re gonna have after?”

“What drinks?” You suddenly perk up, handing his soda back. 

“Y’know the coffee with the syrups and all that, I don’t really get it.” 

“We’re getting frappuccinos afterwards?” You can’t hide your excitement even if you try. And at Formaggio’s sheepish grin, you give him a bright smile, holding your boyfriend’s face in your hands. For a moment in your enthusiasm you forget the rest of the world. 

“Maggio, I could kiss you!”

“Well then why don’t you?” Suddenly flirtatious, he moves closer to you, wrapping an arm around your waist.

“Wait, not in front of these people.” You’re sure people are already giving looks your way from being dressed the way you are, and it almost crumbles your confidence. 

“C’mon, sugar,” He encourages. Formaggio has always welcomed PDA with open arms. Unlike his disgruntled partner who would often even reject his affections if it was too crowded or busy. Yet it never makes him stop persisting. “Just a small one… it’ll be quick.” 

Formaggio already begins to descend upon your lips when he whispers the words and you have no choice but to accept his kiss with no resistance. Holding him by the blazer jacket, you are still against him as he plants a few soft chaste kisses to your lips. Only to hold you by the chin and gently pry your lips open, allowing him to taste the inside of your mouth. 

Formaggio’s tongue takes the form of pure ecstasy, making you shiver from the intimacy. 

An awkward cough makes you two separate in a haste.

“Your fries and nuggets…” the waitress respectfully places the food at the table as Formaggio gleefully receives it. All while you silently fume. There was no need for her to interrupt and humiliate you this way; the waitress would display far better service by simply not saying anything whatsoever. Munching on nuggets and fries with extra gusto, you can’t wait to leave for those frappuccinos.  

“Woah, slow down there, babe. Here, take my soda.” As Formaggio offers his drink, he chats casually, a similar back and forth you experienced in the car, leaves you feeling somewhat calmer. Eventually, forgetting you felt wronged at all. Every memory of your shitty dates to fast food chains flashes within your mind and a helpless smile forms around your lips. 

“What’re you smiling about, sweetheart?” 

But you don't have the capacity to be sappy in the middle of Mcdonald’s. 

“Nothing. Let’s go, I’m done.” Reapplying some lip gloss, you wait for your boyfriend to finish his burger, a last minute purchase he got hungry midway through the date. 

Finally exiting the restaurant, Formaggio drives to your favorite coffee shop, noting the good mood you’re in after having fast food for breakfast. He reminisces about Prosciutto once telling him off for craving a burger early in the morning, saying he’d find no one that matches his tastes so closely. ‘Eat shit, old man’ he thinks. 

Parking in front of the shop, he’s barely able to walk out of the car before you’re already opening the door and marching in. 

Considering Formaggio hardly has anything to eat from such a place, he’s in no hurry and only thinks of his plan once you’re done here… He takes his time, walking into the coffee shop with nonchalant strides, finding you in line to order and picks a seat to wait for you there. Somehow it always takes at least ten minutes for your drink to arrive, boring him to no end, never understanding your enthusiasm for a place like this. Where there is more sugar than coffee. But really, the thing he comes to see is your smile, full of food and sugar as you should be. 

Formaggio insists you drink at the coffee shop, making up some bullshit about the nice atmosphere and how much you seem to like it. And given your perky disposition at the moment, he suspects you won’t anticipate his plans, ignoring the burning in his groin at the thought.  

Patience is a virtue they say, one that Formaggio tethers himself to by a thin string, waiting for you to be satisfied and gesture for him to leave. He calms his nerves, settling himself back into the bastardly grin after rubbing his short hair by the side. It’s time…

Naples is known for its narrow alleys and hideaways, making it easy for Formaggio to locate a little hole in the wall between the building adjacent to the coffee shop. Pulling you with him, he eagerly near-drags you to a space where the sunlight doesn’t reach, completely shrouding you from the eyes of the public… almost. He’s sure any noise at this point of the day would be heard by nearby pedestrians. 

“What’s going on?” Your curious, somewhat alert voice asks him as he corners you into a wall. 

Brushing a hand over your shoulders, he lays a lecherous gaze over you in the dress. In his humble opinion, it fits too well. How is he to resist a squeeze or two? And what better time than your birthday. His stare doesn’t go unnoticed by his partner, heating your cheeks both in alarm and flustering alike. Grabbing your hips, Formaggio pins your back, leaving no room for escape. 

“Just a little fun, you wouldn’t leave me hanging on your birthday right?” He doesn’t wait for the reply, kissing along your neck and collarbone, wetting them within seconds. 

“Maggio!...” You want to yell, to shout. But your words only turn to sounds of pleasure, your mouth uncooperative with your brain. It’s unbecoming of you, yet you can’t bring yourself to stop him; his grip too strong, his touch too heavenly. Breathing heavily, you take his kisses as you did during breakfast. Except Formaggio is far less gentle this time, demanding more with tongue, making you whine, trying to push him off by the shoulders. 

He chuckles into his kiss, as if your fists are nothing but child’s play. 

“Settle down, sweetie…” Looking at you with lustful eyes, he says. You realize his irises almost disappear from the lack of light, making them appear as dark as abyss. A strange mix of shame and arousal swirl within you, trying to fight the feeling. “Oh don’t be like that, darling,” he says darkly, a hand already pressing between your legs to dig into your underwear. “Ya look too good in that dress for me to let this go… c’mon, I got the food and the drinks…” 

As the pieces fall into place within your mind, you understand his enthusiasm to leave for breakfast, his urgency for you to finish your coffee… the bastard only wanted to bed you. Or well.. You realize it’s not much of a bed, standing panting against the wall. 

As Formaggio’s thin string of patience finally snaps, he’s no longer satisfied, only grinding against your hips. Flipping you to your front against the wall, he allows himself to unsheath the burning cock from within his pants. 

“Wait!” His partner’s words fall on deaf ears as he forces you to bend to his whims. The pink dress rides up, revealing your wetness to him easily, how perfect that it should be so short, so easily accessible. 

“Just like a common whore,” he murmurs. She could only clutch the wall the dear life as he teases her entrance slowly, covering himself in your arousal. “Stop it, Maggio…” she you whine, the resistance of your mouth not matching the anticipation of your body. And within seconds, you find yourself full of him to the brim. Panting helplessly, you try to keep yourself quiet. But your boyfriend only makes it more difficult, bending atop your back to kiss your neck and claw at your breasts.. 

“Sweet doll, ya always take me so well,” the grin is apparent in his voice, even if she can’t see the smug satisfaction on his face. Biting your lip, you let her body jerk to his thrusts, not trusting your voice to be of any use. 

It disgruntled your boyfriend a little bit, who is enthused by your noises during intimacy. He moves his hips faster in hopes of getting more out of you. “You’re doing so well, doll…my personal whore. Dressing like that just ‘cause I said so.” He takes a moment to chuckle, encircling his arms over your stomach to knead the soft flesh. 

At long last, his wish is fulfilled as you moan out a helpless “daddy…” in which he relishes. 

Laughing still, he kisses over your back where it’s exposed. “So sweet.” It doesn’t stop him from continuing to thrust, now clearly chasing orgasm without paying mind to your needs. You hold still, realizing he would be cumming inside you. 

“Wait please! Maggio!” 

But your words are interrupted by your own orgasm, taking you by surprise when you squeeze him tight, making him plant his seed inside you within seconds.

“Fuck,” you whisper. Hearing him sigh, and pull out, You straighten yourself, worried about the condition of your dress and hair. You’ll have to reapply that lipstick. As Formaggio zips his pants, you fuss over the rumpled creases. 

“I’ll take ya home, so you can get changed,” he says, clearly not as concerned. 

“I’m not sitting in the car with your cum inside me!” 

“Do you have a choice?” He challenges. “Or did ya want me to eat ya out before we go?” 

You hit him up the shoulder. “It’s not funny, Maggio!” Huffing, you make your way to the car, hoping no one notices the trail of white down your thigh. 

Scoffing, Formaggio follows, wishing you a mockery of a “happy birthday.” 

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Match-Up Exchange

These are some match-ups done for @stars-tonight as part of a match-up exchange we agreed to! Hi hi there! I know you posted the match-up you wrote a few days ago so I hope the wait wasn’t too long while I finished this up ^^ Thank you for being so friendly during this exchange (and for being patient with me when my ask didn’t send lol) and I hope you enjoy your match-ups! You seem super cool, so if you ever wanna pop back onto my blog either for a request or just to chat you’re more than welcome to! :D Also apologies in advance for any typos, I was only able to briefly proofread this!

For Haikyuu, I’d Match You With:

Tooru Oikawa! 

Reasoning:

Honestly, I think you and Oikawa would be a good pairing because you have a few key similarities and are the kind of people who would make good partners for one another, while also having enough differences to make things interesting and learn new things from one another! This one was tough at first because I had several options in mind who I thought might work for you, but in the end Oikawa just seems like he’d be perfect for you :>

Headcanons About Your Relationship:

- First things first, I honestly think Oikawa would be fascinated by your ability to play the piano. He thinks it’s so beautiful and he loves hearing everything you play, if you practice at school and he’s not busy with practice I think he’d absolutely beg you to let him join you so that he can listen in and tell you how good you sound! :>

- He also loves that you’re also interested in volleyball too! I don’t think he’d necessarily need a partner who enjoys the sport as well, but it’s definitely a plus for him and he loves practicing with you when you feel up to it :D Plus it makes him feel less bad dragging you to his games, knowing that you know how the sport works and can have fun watching it rather than being stuck going to games you don’t understand or enjoy!

- He’s definitely really good with words of affirmation when it comes to his partner. He may be teasing with his loved ones often, but he’s also very loving and verbally affectionate with you, and especially if he knows you’re not feeling great he ramps up his love and affections in order to show you how much you mean to him and help comfort you. He’s great with physical touch, too, he’s super cuddly and could honestly be holding you all the time if you’d let him so there’s definitely no shortage of physical affection for him to show his love for you with <3

- And when he comes to quality time, honestly he really loves that you show your love for him in this way. Being the captain of the volleyball team does make him quite busy even when the team makes sure to take reasonable time to relax and recharge, and he finds himself missing you a lot when he’s at practice if you’re not there. So just being able to spend time in your company, whether on an official date or just at his house after school when he’s free, means so much to him, especially since he’s always whining about how much he misses you when you’re not there

- An easy way for the two of you to spend time together after he’s been practicing all day and isn’t up for anything too crazy would be watching TV together and snuggling on the couch. If the two of you like the same shows then of course he’s ecstatic about that, but even if not, he’s happy to watch some of your favorites and show you some of his in return, so the two of you can gush about them and discuss big plot points together! He’s definitely a bit chatty when watching the TV, though, but if that annoys you then he will eventually shut up for you <3 

- Snuggling and napping together is also something he really enjoys! He’s one of those people who sometimes falls asleep without even realizing it, and honestly, he loves the feeling of your head resting on him as you sleep, it makes him feel like he’s protecting you even if he’s just sleeping alongside you hehe

- And this goes without saying, but I also think Oikawa would think you’re so so beautiful <3 He absolutely adores you, and he’s always telling you about how wonderful he thinks you are both inside and out :> And he’s not shy with the compliments at all, being in a relationship with him means you have to get used to him constantly telling you how stunning your eyes look in the sunlight or how much he wants to run his fingers through your pretty hair 

- And above all else, Oikawa is super protective over you. He may tease you a little, but he is the ONLY one who’s allowed to tease you because he knows how to do it in a way that’s fun and not hurtful to you. But the second anyone else comes along and upsets you or does something that hurts you, he’s SO quick to step in and defend you because he refuses to let some nobody make his beloved sad <3 He’s your number one defender and cheerleader always, this man truly adores you so so much and he’d do practically anything for you

Second Choice:

Honestly, I also really considered Iwaizumi for your match-up, as well as Daichi and Kuroo! A lot of the third years have similar qualities, extroverted and outgoing but still kind, understanding and absolutely adoring of their partners. Truthfully I think any of them could have made a good match for you, I just ended up settling on Oikawa because not only did he seem like a good partner for you, but in turn you seemed like the kind of person he’d find super fascinating and would be drawn to straight away :> 

Song For Your Relationship:

Buy With Luv by BTS Feat. Halsey <3

For Obey Me, I’d Match You With:

Diavolo!

Reasoning:

This one was honestly easier than the last match-up, Diavolo quickly stood out when reading your description of yourself. He’s a guy who matches all the qualities you look for in a partner, is a complete sweetheart while also being incredibly smart and capable, and would be incredibly drawn to a lot of your interests. I truly think he would adore you from the moment he met you, which is why I think he’s the perfect choice for you :D

Headcanons About Your Relationship:

- Okay, so starting off I think Dia would really love cats! He finds them so heart-warming and fascinating when you start showing him pictures of cats up in the human world, they’re so precious to him. And if he can find a way to safely get one down to the Devildom, I think he’d be more than happy to adopt a sweet little human world kitty with you so if you wanted that you can have a taste of home and the two of you can be cat parents together :>

- He also thinks it’s so fascinating that you enjoy writing! Given how busy he is, he often doesn’t have the time or mental energy for creative outlets like writing with the little free time he gets, but that just makes him respect you more as he knows how much effort writing can take. And he’s always so eager to read your writing, too. He’s respectful if you don’t want to share and won’t push, but if you are willing, it puts such a big smile on his face as he reads through your writing and compliments the hell out of it

- I think Dia’s another one who would love the fact that you play the piano. Being friends with Lucifer means he’s gained quite the taste for classical music over the years, and he adores it whenever you give him the chance to listen to you as you practice, enjoying the soothing background noise from his love as he works through his daily duties <3

- Omg and if you want someone who both adores giving and receiving physical affection, then this man is absolutely perfect for you. He’d be more than happy to just absorb you into his arms tbh, he’s a big fan of hugs and is always coming up and wrapping his arms around you <3 And he loves letting you sit on his lap while he goes through any papers he needs to complete, letting you play with his hair or his free hand or whatever else you feel like. It helps keep him grounded as he goes through his day

- He’s absolutely fine with making the first move, too! Diavolo’s not one to shy away from what he wants, so once he’s sure he has feelings for you much deeper than just fleeting attraction, he’s quick to make his way to you and propose a dinner date at his castle. He wants to get to know you, to hear all about you and hopefully woo you in return (if you haven’t already fallen for him by that point lol)

- And he’s also a super protective boyfriend :D Diavolo doesn’t necessarily like to flaunt his status, but if anyone ever decides to mess with you in even the most minor of ways, he makes it VERY clear that they are not to be messing with his girlfriend like that. He’s willing to do whatever it takes to defend you, nothing gets past him or Barbatos and it’s not long before no one in the Devildom even thinks to cross you

- And despite his busy life, Diavolo’s incredibly attentive, which means he can always tell when you’re feeling down and in need of a bit of extra reassurance. He always wants to see you happy, so knowing you’re not feeling your best absolutely breaks his heart and he’s determined to lift your spirits. He can be so eloquent and loving with his words in those moments, too, telling you each and every reason why he adores you and all the wonderful things he sees in you that he’d like you to see in yourself, too <3

- I think a small way that you and Dia would enjoy spending time together would be reading together before bed <3 Whether you read the same book out loud together or both read separate books beside one another is completely up to you, he just enjoys the chance to enjoy your company for a while and unwind with you after a long day before laying down for the evening

Second Choice:

Once again I considered a couple of options for your match-up. Mammon came to mind because not only is he a wonderful partner and one that’s well suited for you, but he would also find you incredibly interesting due to how different you are from him! And I considered Satan as well because he had a lot of similarities to you, which is why I eventually decided on Diavolo because I felt he was the perfect happy medium between the two and matches all of the things you need in a partner :>

Song For Your Relationship:

La Da Dee by Cody Simpson <3