#I need some werewolf cuddles rn i^i

[panboiiibish]

Thinking about monsters right now. More specifically werewolf pack and their little human lover again!

Cant get out of my mind that at least one of the pack wolves would always be with you. Tucked at your side or keeping close behind they are your 24/7 body guards, cuddle buddies, and sweetest best doggos.

Even the grumpy prissy fem wolf of the mix always has her claws rested on your waist. Not because she wants to touch you or anything, it's just you such a clumsy human and she needs to keep you safe. >///<

She will happily accept your payment of chin scratches and hair brushing through. No ruffling her precious fur unless you wanna be pinned. And she is not all bark no bite, she will most definitely bite but never to hurt.

Plus the others would pry her off if she starts to push things, mainly bc they want a turn but also seeing your cute little self cry would break their hearts too much.

Speaking of crying, if you ever come home sniffling or just seeming down they will flock to you as if you've got a treat. But instead of licking at your face and hands they are cradling your face and slipping your bag off yourshoulders.

Begging to know what made their sweet little human so down while the hunters of the group are already memorizing the scents stuck to you. If it's about a coworker or customer they are ready to scare she shits out of them. If your just overwhelmed and tired they are already picking you up and bringing your ass right to a nice shower/bath before nest cuddles.

And the while pack will be there for cuddles after getting cleaned so they can mark you all over with their scents. Making sure that your soaked in their musks so all others know your nabbed, or just making sure you get a good petting of all their fur to help with your stress.

And of course it works it always does with how sweet and soft they treat you. Even with the all mighty, prissy, and emo types of the pack they always soften enough to cuddle in the oversized nest. If always helps with calming yourself down, just having them near and knowing they care is the best part of it all.

[nerdyqueerr]

they need to make hrt that turns you into a werewolf STAT

[werecreature-addicted]

Werewolf who absolutely can't stand the cold. The only thing they hate more than the cold is the idea of it reaching their partner. They frequently transform just to be a big fluffy protective blanket. Their partner will just be reading a book and the wind will howl outside. Within seconds two big furry arms wrap around them and they're surrounded by warmth and fluff as a cuddly werewolf nuzzles against them, defending them from the cold.

I absolutely need this I fucking hate being cold and need a big werewolf to come to protect me from the evil cold front hitting me rn.

Your werewolf lover is pretty relaxed all spring and summer. The warm weather is perfect. And it means he gets to see you in some skimpy outfits. It's perfectly acceptable to wear nothing around the house as far as he's concerned. It's not teasing if it's 95 degrees.

Then fall starts, and a change comes over him. The first cold snap of the year hits, and he's grumbling about how much he hates this time of year. Sure the trees are pretty, and it's the holidays, but none of that makes up for the fresh hell that is cold weather.

He'll do anything he can to keep you warm. He makes you hot meals, and he'll get all the warm fuzzy blankets he can find. Cuddling is a must. If he can't be with you, he'll insist you borrow his sweatshirts to curl up in as it's the next best thing.

He'll run a hot bath for the both of you. It's a tight squeeze, but that means he gets to hold you close. It's a win-win.

Also, cock warming is good. He likes keeping you warm from the inside, and how can you say no to him? It would break his heart if he thought your hole was cold and empty without his big cock there to keep you satisfied.

[mumscarian]

I’m in love with the concept of vampire Mumbo and it has made me realize I desperately need some werewolf Scar in my life

anon you and I are on the same brainwaves rn. I can only imagine the shenanigans he would get into on the full moon… like Mumbo is just Minding His Business and Suddenly there’s just DOG in his arms, a squirming, writhing mass of fur and fangs that is begging for pets. Full moons are the one time scar can get cuddles from Grian without him complaining about it before hand. He turns into SUCH a big dumb dog and everyone is endeared <3

[rachelsfav-queer]

Random lil angst alternatives to your post

Baby Wednesday accidentally heard mommy and daddy’s conversation about her being too much sometimes and causing trouble. She starts to get worried that mommy and daddy will leave her soon if she continues being herself so she starts to keep things to herself. Only playing alone in her room with little raven, not bothering mommy and daddy while they work, stop initiating cuddles or any physical contact unless offered and just generally stayed quiet as to not cause trouble. She lasted almost a whole week like that until it gets too much for the tiny baby and she just ran to hide in her room or her lil tent and has a breakdown quietly because she just misses her mommy and daddy too much but she doesn’t want to cause any trouble or be too much for them. It’s very conflicting and all too much for baby Wednesday to process alone all this big emotions

Aaaa, my heart!!! How could you?!? /j

Oh my gods, hold on I got this, okay

(Note: I’m like halfway through writing this rn and I just have to say, there’s no way this is actually canon to the ship. It is WAY too sad and so we’re just gonna keep this as a sort of “what if” okay? And genuinely, if you’re already in a low mood or aren’t in a good headspace, I don’t recommend reading this. Just save it for later and scroll on. Remember, take care of yourselves.)

Enid and Yoko are worried, actually they’re terrified. Of course they noticed Wednesday pulling away and at first, they thought it was just Wednesday needing some space. It happens sometimes, she gets overwhelmed and takes some time for herself to recover. She usually just hangs out in her room for most of the day and then a day or so later, she’s right back to her normal self. But this time, something’s different. Wednesday’s been avoiding them for almost the whole week.

When they first noticed the difference, Enid almost panicked. She wanted to run right into Wednesday’s room and hug her so tightly and force her to open up. Yoko, on the other hand, went the entire opposite direction. She was convinced that the only way to handle the situation was to wait for Wednesday. She hoped that by not pushing, Wednesday would eventually open up.

Eventually, the two women compromised. They wouldn’t push Wednesday but they’d do what they could to remind her that they were there for her. They made sure to invite her to plenty of cuddle sessions and they tried their best to express all their love for her without overwhelming her.

But, it clearly wasn’t enough.

Today, Enid tried to hug Wednesday. Unfortunately, the tiny seer wasn’t expecting it and she dropped her cup and spilled juice all over the floor.

Wednesday panicked.

The moment her brain caught up, Wednesday screamed out an apology and dashed upstairs to her room with little Raven, slamming the door behind her and collapsing to the floor inside her tent. At that point, Wednesday was entirely unable to hold herself together anymore and all the emotions she’d been holding back exploded out of her as she violently sobbed into little Raven. She was an utter mess, coughing wildly through her sobbing and she had tears, snot, and spit painted across her face.

Little Raven had never seen her best friend in such a state and was at a complete loss for what to do.

Meanwhile, Yoko and Enid listened in complete, heartbreaking silence as the sounds of their baby crying traveled through the house into their enhanced ears. They looked at each other and knew now what they should’ve done from the very beginning and they weren’t going to make the same mistake twice.

The werewolf and vampire ran just as fast up the stairs and carefully entered the room, locking on immediately to Wednesday. It was like a fishing rod had hooked right into their hearts and began violently pulling them toward the tiny seer lying inside the tent. They collapsed down to the floor next to Wednesday, even Yoko began crying at the weight of her little raven being so upset.

Enid choked out through her tears, “Oh baby. I’m so sorry. I’m so so so sorry! Mommy’s here sweetheart. I’m right here baby girl.” Enid couldn’t stop herself from wrapping her arms around Wednesday and Yoko followed quickly, lying herself behind the seer and planting so many kisses to the back of Wednesday’s head, neck, and everywhere else she could reach. Enid did the same.

The trio lied there for what felt like hours, the emotions of the past week flowing freely out of them all. Enid and Yoko continued crying out their apologies and reassurances in a hopeless effort to ground themselves and Wednesday.

Eventually, the tears began to slow and the trio was left to tiny hiccups and gently flowing tears. Wednesday spoke first, hiccuping the most of all of them, mumbling, “I sorry. I sorry I is too much. I don’t want you to leave me. Pwease pwease don’t weave! I be better! I no be bad anymowe! pwease… don’t weave me alone…”

Yoko and Enid almost started sobbing again at their little’s desperate pleas, the utter defeat in her voice destroying them, as if she’s already resigned herself to being alone. It’s clear that Enid’s not able to speak, so Yoko goes ahead instead, “Wednesday… we will never leave you. I swear to you, baby bird. We- we love you so much and you could never be too much for us. You don’t ever have to change yourself, not for us or anyone else. We never want you to change baby. We love you, just the way you are. And if you were to change, it would break our hearts. You’re perfect sweetheart.”

Enid can’t hold back anymore and she begins crying again, “Oh little raven! We love you so so much. You will never be alone, Willa. We will always be here, my love.”

“You- you don’t… you don’t hate me?”

“Never.” Yoko and Enid respond simultaneously and they both leave a huge kiss on Wednesday’s head, sealing the promise permanently in the seer’s mind.

End <3

(Sorry for the abrupt end. I just had to stop it there lol)

[matenrou-fan]

um... yeah. poly wolfpack/straight up werewolves matenro and nb s/o maybe? matenro are all boyfriends too. maybe some naughty wolf times? (god i am so fucking ashamed of myself rn, but they won't leave my head)

Poly! Werewolves! Matenro x GN! s/o

I thought about making a whole general hc but then received a pretty similar request and made it as a base, as I think their attitude to each other wouldn't change much despite if they're people, vampires, werewolves or even Martians.. So this is pretty much shorter and more about some horny details..!

GNreader, oral (receiving), marking, mention of crempie and foursome;;

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

;MINORS DNI;

-Ok but werewolves originally eat people, but I think all Matenrou is pretty soft and relaxed about this. They all can control their hunger, the only exception is when Doppo gets in his berserk mode.

-But with you, Jaku and Hifumi he learned how to control himself more. So every time he needs to suppress this urge all he needs is to cuddle up with you, and your smell and smooth skin would soothe him down pretty quick.

-But I can't say they're not naughty. You know, your presence can calm down their appetite but also raise another one.

-So closer to the full moon you always find yourself in small bites and hickeys, as your lovers just can't help but leave light marks when they have some alone time with you or after some hugs.

-The more biting one is definitely Doppo, as he can be pretty needy and the feeling of his teeth digging in your soft skin is so intoxicating.. But he also doesn't mind when he gets bitten back, by your or Hifumi, who also loves to get a little bit clingy.

-And when for him it's more like a shy attempt to show his passion, to his cheerful roommate it's something more like a game. Hifumi is more reminiscent of a puppy than a werewolf with his playfulness, as he's always willing to make a little teasing fight with you or Doppo.

-And Jakurai is more like a leader of the pack, just watching as you three fool around. He's always ready to treat all wounds, even a little one, scolding without rancor for getting too carried away.

-Preferring to soothe his and his lovers' natural needs with some meditation and herbal tea. Oh, and of course you can drink with them, it's safe for just humans too..! Just don't get too drowsy, or you will wake up sandwiched between Hifumi and Doppo as they both murmur on your ears, your heads on Jakurai's laps as he slowly stroking your bodies.

-But even someone so collected as him can't really fight with heat, let alone these two too. Getting more touchy and passionate during this time, all three werewolves turn your casual soft and cute cuddle sessions into something steady, as you share some messy kisses, the whole room filled with needy whimpers of Doppo, low groans of Jakurai and Hifumi's playful whines.

-I think they all prefer to have a foursome, so you all can give fun and pleasure, but honestly, as a human it's hard for you to deal with their level of stamina so sometimes there's a little show just for you, as three men pleasing each other in front of you.

-But it doesn't mean you never get naughty when separated. All alone in Jakurai house when he suddenly gets hitted with a strong wave of arousal at the sight of you… Also, treating poor Doppo when he gets so sore after his wild night with Hifumi in their shared house is also a pretty casual thing for Doc.

-Ok and,,, their tongues weren't made for nothing. Longer than a human's, and so wet and hot on your skin, titillates your whole body and mind and makes you cum so fast and hard every time one of them goes down to you..

-And.. crempie. Definitely love that, each one of them and it doesn't matter if they are filling up each other or you, the main thing is marking, making the most value and important things in their life.. Their lovers.

-But honestly I think during their heat they're more like needy boys, then a dominating one, especially Hifumi who's just yearning for more touches and gets so clingy to all three of you. When Doppo is more embarrassed of it and even ashamed to ask for more. So it's good that you and Jaku are so generous and affectionate, ready to shower these two with the right attention.

+About Jaku - even during this wild hit week he's still so serving, more thinking about feelings about you three, and only then about himself.

-So when you three decide to make him a little surprise and suddenly toppling him in the bed, peppering in kisses and tickling him with sweet nothings, he gets so shocked. ..and aroused.

-It's nice but hard to give attention to three people at the same time but when these three people give all their attention and love only to him? God, it feels like today Jakurai is the one who doesn't bless, but has been blessed..

[thegoldenshi-shi]

So, I have been busy making poor monetary choices again, in which I now own two different types of tablets specifically for art (ONE WAS VERY MUCH ON SALE, THE OTHER HAD A 50 BUCK COUPON, BOTH GOOD REVIEWS), and the first tablet I bought, that's honestly just a way of adding a touchscreen to a computer to me, cause like. It's a sensor pad? Well, it's proving that I can't mentally make myself apply a lot of pressure to technology, which my younger self with a ruined dsi touch screen would gape at. I have also gotten all my shelving units up! Not sure if they're staying where they are, or if I'm gonna move them around again, but I do know two that are staying where they are, mainly cause I am /not/ lifting that shelf all the way back up to chest level to take it back down again. Nuh uh, no ma'am, it will not be done. It's also gotten all my collectibles on it already, which has proven that I need to devote more of my budget to the Twins than Screamer. My frenemesis would be delighted to see my failure to my simpees.

Work has been better! Still hot, but we've slowed /way/ down, which means my supervisor has been letting me goof off on my phone or writing, cause we physically can't work too hard in the heat, but we also have no orders anyway, so... And because we've been able to get paid Not Working, I have gotten back into a werewolf story I started writing months ago! I'm setting it up one shot style rn, and posting the chapters as my brain accepts my pleading for their creation, but I also intend to make it a full and proper story once I've worked all the one shots out. I will openly admit to it being complete self service, cause I want a best friend who's 8 feet tall, fluffy, and has a crappy sense of humor. And is a cuddle monster, though that one is mainly cause I love glomming full force onto my people and displaying my awkward affection. I'm like a peacock, but instead of flaring tail feathers, I hug people in front of other people, whilst not actually really knowing socially accepted norms for hugging friends, tbh.

I also went through and completely reorganized my phones gallery, and got a very stupid laugh outta it. I have 461 transformers related pictures, and almost 400 writing prompts. Just. Saved on my phone. If I ever lose this sim card my writing career that i don't actually have will be over. On another other note semi related, I have been asked to design a friends tattoo! I don't know if I mentioned that in my last ask. He asked me to draw him a dragon to get tattooed, which, to be fair, dragons are among one of the very scant things I can draw well reliably, but also, dragon proportions curled into a ball sleeping are kicking my ass, and I am debating getting out my giant sketchpad to be able to completely control every tiny eetsy beetsy detail, cause my close friend wants me to do this thing that will permanently be on his body, and I really desperately don't wanna mess it up... Cause like. No one has ever asked me to ///draw/// for them before. I've gotten asked to paint, or do some small stuff with watercolors, but never /drawing/. And he knows I love dragons, it's part of why he asked. I just. It's a thing that happened that made me really happy, like hide in my pillow crying happy tears happy.

And then, on the fifth, I found an exactly 8 year old video of my childhood dog that we had to put down... it was from the summer before he was put down, which happened during the school year. He had been all that I'd had growing up, so, it hit kinda hard seeing something of him that moved. Even after 8 years, I still cry every time I think about him. He was the best dog any little kid could've ever been raised with, and probably helped boost my immune system against my allergies to boot, hehe. I cried for like, two hours, cause it was a video taken 7/5/2015. And, I thought I had lost all my images of him. It was a happy thing, just. A very sad type of happy. I wish I could tell him that I did love him, even if I didn't wanna lay on the ground and cuddle like he preferred. He was a dog that was born old, haha, never wanted to play or bark, he just wanted to lay on you and be loved. I was always running around on imaginary adventures though, but I did love him. If I was upset, he was my safe place. I promise this is a happy thing, it's just that I'm gonna be legally allowed to drink soon, and sometimes I forget that it's been so long since I got to see him. Especially cause sometimes, I still have dreams about playing with him in our backyard, right next to a giant pine tree covered in cicada sheds, laughing as he dug a little groove to lay in under the old rusted out trampoline. He was the most patient, tolerant dog, and it's because of him and the cat he raised with me that I'm not afraid of so much anymore. Ma and dad weren't there when we had him, but... I'll admit to giving them up forever if it meant I got to have him back

~Smooch

Hello there Smooch~

Sleeping babee dragon sounds so cute! I've never designed a tattoo, so I can only imagine the pressure (and of course the touching part of him asking you to draw his tattoo design).

Interestingly enough I too spent a loooong period of time where drawing was a dragon-only zone. I think it was back in like middle school? If you're struggling with a traditional four-legged two winged dragon, have you considered another type? There's Asian Lung dragons, Wyverns, Wyrms, or even a Quetzalcoatl style dragon that can all be very cool and might be easier for you to draw as a sleepy loaf. If your friend doesn't have a strong preference of course.

How exciting, on sale art supplies. It's kinda hard to decide sometimes between art supplies and if you're new to it, it's not a BAD idea to try multiple different types and/or brand names until you find what you like. I own two different art devices, one Wacom Intuos bought in High School and a Huion art monitor bought like four years ago. I was a traditional artist at the time I bought the Intuos tablet, so I quickly found that I prefer drawing on an actual screen I can look at instead of drawing on a tablet, BUT I had to try the tablet first to know that. What that all amounts up to is I hope you like one if not both of them ^J^ It's good to hear that your job is calming down. I'm sure that you're enjoying having the down time to work on your creative pursuits. At the risk of sounding too much like a hippie art teacher, I say it's very important to have some sort of creative outlet in your life. So it's wonderful to hear that you're getting to write on your werewolf story. I send you my best wishes that your muse stays nice and cooperative for the whole process hehe.

And lastly: The bittersweet memory of a good pet that has passed is something that I feel blessed to have as well. I hope that you can continue to enjoy your memories of a good animal without being bogged down in the sadness of their passing.

It's good to hear from you again Smooch, glad to hear you are doing well~

[everythingharrypotterblog]

my smart girl (remus lupin x reader)

blurb:  y/n is stressed and discouraged from a test. remus hates to see her cry, and hates even more how hard she is on herself. abundance of remus cuddles cause thats what i mf need. tw: tiny bit of anxiety + low self-esteem? FLUFF

a/n: decided to write a little remus blurb for comfort, cause i sure could use some rn:) this is in hogwarts, outside of the charmed!universe. if your house is not gryffindor, just pretend y/n has access to the gryffindor common room cause remus tells her all the passwords.

y/n gloomily trekked across the gryffindor common room, dragging her feet. finding her favourite squashy couch by the fireplace, she slumped onto it. dragging a throw onto her body, she covered herself and laid down. she squeezed her eyes shut, and let out a choked sob, tears that were brimming for the past hour spilling down her cheeks.

school was just so, extremely hard. 6th year of hogwarts was absolutely no joke and today was just one of those days where y/n knew she was bound to cry from. 4 classes almost back-to-back, with an evaluation in each of them. she had gone through her first one of the day okay, charms. she had a little doubt on one question, but figured it out in the end. second period was tough. a theoretical care of magical creatures quiz. even though it was all multiple choice, the questions were tricky. 

her mind hyper-fixated on a specific single question that she was sure she got wrong. there were terms the professor had only mentioned once, in passing during class, and she couldn’t remember ever seeing them in her textbook readings.

shuddering, head spiraling into the potential failing grades she may be receiving, she squeezed herself under the blanket. her eyes were shut, but she was too distressed to fall asleep.

from the portrait hole, clambered 3 tall boys, one louder than the next. remus walked inside the common room, carrying a bundle of books in his arm. 

“shh!” he hushed at james and sirius who walked in behind him. “y/n is napping,” he said as he spotted his girlfriend hidden underneath covers on a couch.

“sure, remus cares about noise now-“ sirius whispered.

“right, but when he and y/n are going at it in the common room at bloody 3 in the morning-“ james finished, earning himself a glaring look from the werewolf.

sirius and james settled themselves at a table, discarding their books to the side. james pulled out a diagram of a quidditch play as sirius opened the marauder’s map.

remus approached y/n, and kneeled down to plant a kiss on her forehead, which was the only part of her that was exposed from underneath the blanket. y/n groaned softly, squirming slightly. remus smiled gently at her, his lips curling upward, but quickly frowned when he noticed the couch had small wet stains underneath her face, from her tears.

“y/n love, is everything okay?” he inquired.

y/n opened her eyes to meet remus’ staring back at her in concern. more tears fell from her eyes as she pouted, shaking her head ‘no’.

“oh, puppy-“ remus cooed, dropping his books to the side. “oh baby, c’mere.” he got up from his squat and lifted the blanket to slide underneath it too.

y/n sat up and once remus sat down with his arms open to her, she sank into him comfortably. remus lifted her legs onto his lap and pulled her into his chest.

“is it your quizzes, hmm? know you got 4 of them today.” he hummed, burying his face into her hair. he felt her head nod and continued. “you finished two right, tell me what went wrong darling for you to be crying like this.”

y/n sighed, staring off into the fireplace.

“well i had charms first. that was okay, there was one question i had to double check with my notes after.”

“the one about which wand wood is best for non-verbal magic?” remus asked, remembering his own studying.

“yeah, i put willow at first but then switched my answer to alder last minute.”

“i think that’s right, good job button.” remus beamed, planting another kiss to y/n’s forehead.

y/n shook her head, grimacing.

“yeah but, then i had care of magical creatures and it went so bad. god, like i had absolutely no clue for this one question, like i didn’t know what to write at all, how fucking stupid-“

“hey, hey no, don’t start saying things like that.” remus said, lightly shaking the arm he had tightly wrapped around her. “it’s just one question love, how were the rest of them?”

“i don’t even know… i’m not sure about most of my answers. i think i got at least a small few right.”

“well, there we go! even though let’s say you only got 3 right, that’s still 3 right answers you came up with right?”

y/n turned to look at her boyfriend’s warm gaze.

“it’s not enough, i should’ve gotten them all.”

“hey, you’re going to stop that eh? or else, moony will get mad.”

y/n giggled a bit, nosing at remus’ soft skin on his neck.

“there she is.” his lips shaped into a smile. “my girl is so smart, and she’s going to do such big things, she can’t let the small things get to her, hmm?” he said, kissing her on the cheek, then on her temple, her forehead, then back on her cheek, the sheer volume of kisses she was receiving causing y/n to giggle again.

“who’s my girl, you’re my smart girl right?” remus pulled her even closer to him, their noses centimeters from each other’s.

y/n nodded, grinning into her boyfriend’s brown eyes.

“say it.” remus said, rubbing her thigh with his wide palm.

“i’m your girl.” y/n feebly gushed, burying her face into his neck.

“and you’re my smart and capable girl.” remus nodded.

“but, i can’t- i can’t even have proper lunch today because i haven’t even had time to review for history of magic after.”

“okay.. that’s three, what’s after history?”

“transfiguration.”

“are you ready for that?”

“yeah.”

“then you can bring your history of magic book to the lunch table or i can go get you a plate if you want to study here.” remus murmured softly.

“mhmm, okay. thank you, baby.” y/n exhaled, nodding against the soft material of remus’ sweater.

“it’s nothing, yeah?” remus peered down at her, relieved she was no longer in panic.

“i like your sweater.” y/n hummed, caressing her hand over remus’ chest and abdomen. under his wizards robes, remus liked to wear an array of soft, bookish sweaters, vests or cardigans.

remus leaned his head back on y/n’s, which was resting on his shoulder.

“thank you sweetheart.” 

[tauntedperfume]

I don’t wanna write a full thingy rn but:

- they spend the first night facing opposite ways at the farthest end of the bed as possible. Then they bicker about the other stealing the blanket (because they both refuse to move closer) until dustin gets tired of hearing their shit through the wall and sassily tells them theres more blankets in the closet. Both boys are incredibly embarrassed they didn’t think of it

- eddie sees steve with the kids, actually listening and trying to understand their interests n shit, and tries not to fall in love. If his sarcastic remarks have less bite than before, thats his business and his business alone

- although at first eddie thinks hes just buying their love cuz he buys whatever the kids ask for/show interest in

- that night eddie tells steve he might not be that bad (eddie is in fact in love with him at this point, but he is shoving it down deep goddamnit. He will not fall for a prep) and steve gives him a soft smile. They scooch a little closer together that night, no extra blanket needed

- the third and last full day is the break in the dam for eddie. They were all eating in a diner, laughing and chatting. The non-kids and non-eddies of hellfire have started to pick up on steves personality change but are still a lil uncomfy since they dont rlly know him yet. He tries to stay out of convos with them so they can enjoy their nerd conversations without his many questions and the tension he brings with him

- BUT THEN ! While eddie’s getting the car, parked aways away cuz the diner is surprisingly popular, the rest of the group wait on the curb. They’re arguing about who would win a fight: a jedi or a really strong werewolf. (Steve was the head of the werewolf group, lucas and gareth joining once they realized it was just to annoy dustin and mike) in the middle of this mind rousing argument, some dumb jocks come up and haggle the non-kids non-steddies for being satanists or sth. They leave the kids alone cuz they’re pretty young and dressed semi-acceptably, and steve looks like steve. He intervenes anyways even though his kids are fine. Eddie pulls up after the jocks flee, surprised to see steves lip split and a bruise forming on his face

- steve wouldve never told him what happened but the kids were already ranting about how cool he is nd shit. In the hotel eddie treats his wounds (when you have a criminal for a dad and an absent mother, you learn these things. Steve doesnt know what to say to that so he just says thank you.) they end up cuddling cuz steves in pain plus he woke up at 2am from a nightmare and they didn’t even have advil for him :( he has eddie tho!!!

- cue 30,000 words of slow burn and pining and then theyre the first gay marriage and they live happily ever after.

☁️👀🛏️ Steddie

ooh thank you for the prompt nonnie!! ✨delicious✨

prompt: ☁️ enemies to lovers , 👀 forced proximity , 🛏 only one bed

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When Dustin asked Steve to chaperone their Hellfire Club field trip, he should've said no.

"C'mon, man, you don't need a chaperone," Steve huffed while he rewound tapes behind the Family Video counter. "You're high schoolers, what's kind of trouble could you get into?"

"It's because of you and your stupid ex-friends we need an adult anyway," Dustin snapped back. Sometimes Steve wondered if his own attitude had been transferred to the kid. "Something about 'the Chicago incident'?"

Oh. Oh yeah, that was absolutely his fault. Steve shook his head, and despite all the bad that had turned up between them Steve still smiled fondly at the memory of his shenanigans with Tommy and Carol.

"Fine, whatever," Steve said, conceding to the blame. "If you need an adult, why can't Munson be the chaperone?"

Steve hated the fact that the kids hung out with Eddie Munson. They were familiar with each other, considering Steve had once been one of the more popular athletes in the school. Even after he'd graduated, Munson had made a point to show up to Scoops Ahoy to see the fall of Steve Harrington with his own eyes. It was safe to say they didn't get along once Steve stopped throwing parties that Eddie could sell at. And now Steve's group of monster-fighting kids had chosen to latch onto said dealer, the same guy who'd relentlessly ridiculed Steve at every opportunity (not that Steve hadn't done the same).

"Because, Steve," Dustin said with the same know-it-all tone of voice Steve hated, "Eddie's a student. We need an adult who's not a student to sit in the hotel. You don't even have to do anything."

That was how Steve got roped into driving half of the little shits to Chicago. At least Eddie was driving with the Corroded Coffin crew, so Steve didn't have to make small talk with a bunch of guys he'd never been friends with in school. Steve really didn't know how the guys got ComicCon cleared as a club field day, but the one time he questioned it Dustin had ranted for so long about sports tournaments that Steve resigned himself to never asking again.

It was fine, he told himself, and he believed it all the way up until they were pulling up to the hotel. Eddie was talking emphatically to the lady at the desk.

"What's going on?" Steve had asked.

"We're one room short," Eddie said, sighing. "It's fine, I'll stay with Gareth."

"Actually," Steve piped up. He hated being the babysitter, the rule-follower, but when he'd signed all those forms accepting responsibility for the entire group he took that responsibility. "You're 20. He's still 17. We could get in trouble for that."

"What? Dude, we've crashed on each others' couches all the time."

"Maybe, but this is a school-sanctioned event."

"Yeah? Well tell me, Harrington, where the hell am I sleeping tonight?"

Eddie had a point. Steve sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose when the answer became obvious. "With me, man, you're sleeping in my room."

They both fought it, but ultimately, this was the only answer that would fly with the school. So Steve and Eddie packed up their bags and headed up to the hotel room—where only one bed awaited them.

"I'm not sleeping with you," Eddie says automatically, flipping his bag up onto the bed.

"Then have fun on the couch," Steve snaps back, shoving the bag back off of the bed.

"I'm older than you."

"I'm the one in charge."

"You sign one piece of paper and you get a God complex? Leave it to Harrington to be that desperate to feel important," Eddie says, every ounce of vitriol he can muster up slipping through with his words.

"Just go the fuck to sleep, I don't care where. It's been a long day, man," Steve sighs finally, shucking off his shirt and tossing it somewhere in the general direction of where he'd dropped his bag.

It would be a long weekend.

[shoutogepi]

Pull of the Moon

Kirishima Eijirou

word count : 7.8k

[ ✘ (nsfw!), werewolf!au ]  

themes : masturbation, licking/biting, dom!Kiri, rough sex, dirty talk, slight choking, friends to lovers, confession

bio : Eijirou makes sure he’s far away from you for when the heat cycle strikes, but just when he thinks your friendship is safe from his monstrous hormones, there you are at his doorstep.

author’s note : so this is a fic that i wrote years ago for my kpop blog, linked in my bio. i wanted to repost it here for bnha, just bc i like the way i wrote it and i think it’s pretty fitting character-wise for Kiri! plus im a slut for werewolf fics. and also i wanted to post something while work is keeping me from writing something 100% new rn :3 pls note this is NOT plagiarized as I am the original author of the original fic.

side note : if there are any places where it says Jae, Jaebum, etc. lemme know bc it was a quick job i did converting this to a Kiri fic lol like even the title is the same oops

also available on AO3 here

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“🅂o you’re sure you have to leave for tonight, Y/N?” Kirishima inquires, tilting his head in his open palm to crane his bright gaze up toward your face.  

“Yeah, I don’t think I can get out of visiting my parents for dinner this time,” you reply, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear as you cuddle your chin into the warmth of Kirishima’s oversized scarf. The soft fabric grazes under your nose, and your eyes close blissfully as you inhale Kirishima’s strong, spicy aroma mingled with his cologne.

Kirishima watches you through slitted eyes, secretly pleased at your actions. Not that he would ever tell you, because that would be weird. He shuts his eyes tightly, telling himself in his head not to overthink it. Of course you like how he smells, he’s your friend. Friends like how each other smell… right? His body shivers as your fingers naturally slide into his thick, red hair. His face slides down as his body turns to jello, leaning completely on top of the table in complete euphoria at the feeling of your touch. If there was a price to have your hands on him for every hour of the day, he would pay it a thousand times over. His lips part as his jaw instinctively unhinges at your undivided attention like a newborn puppy, chin angling when your fingers slide down to the side of his jaw you brush just underneath it before pulling away.  

“Eiji, I really do have to go,” you murmur, fingers retreating from his form as he lets out a low whine. One of his warm eyes opens, scowling at you playfully.

“Okay,” he sighs when you push out your chair and begin to gather your things. He places some money on the table before following you out of the coffee shop. “I’m jealous, please bring me some of your mom’s noodles. You know how much I like them, and her.“

“I will Eiji. But you’re lucky you’re not coming, because all they ever do is gush about what a cute couple we’d be and it always ends up being weird,” you trail off, nodding to yourself.

Kirishima nods too but his heart jumps at you thinking of him as an intimate partner.

“By the way, thanks for the latte. And tell Mina hello for me when you see her tonight,” you laugh with a suggestive wink.

Kirishima rolls his eyes. “You know I’m only spending the night with her to help her with her… issues."

You smack his arm and scoff. “As if that’s a burden to you! At least you’re spending the night having fun. I’m just gonna be answering the million questions my parents will be asking about you the whole time and falling asleep in my bed by myself."

“It’s not my fault I’m so lovable,” he banters, a cheeky grin splicing between his lips, trying to shake the image of you alone in bed out of his imaginative mind.

“Say that to you baku-squad,” you retort, the two of you now standing in front of the cafe as you linger before your journey to the bus station.

“Hey— wait, is that my scarf?” Kirishima asks, pretending to notice just now when he really did the moment you walked in two hours ago. But you looked so cute all bundled up in his scarf that he decided not to say anything, content to see you warm and happy in his own clothing.

“Huh? Oh, yeah,” you unwrap it from your neck and Kirishima gazes at the newly-revealed skin there with longing, forgetting about the scarf. “Eiji?"

He snaps out of it. “What? Oh— the scarf.. Keep it, I was just teasing,” he mumbles as you hook the material around the back of his neck. He’s considerably tall, massive frame towering over you so much that you have to strain your arms to fling the material onto his shoulders.

“That’s okay Eiji... you look cute in it, so wear it for Mina,” you smile half-heartedly, tugging the fabric at the ends to coil around his throat snugly. “Don’t worry about me."

“I always worry about you, Y/N,” Kirishima gazes into your eyes with a passionate longing undetectable to you. Not Mina, he wants to add.

“Well, don’t, Red, I’ll be okay. I always am,” you trace his jaw slowly with a finger before your hands fall at your sides, brushing off your coat.  

Kirishima nods hesitantly, falling into a quiet, comfortable pace beside you.  

Your boots quickly become cold as the two of you trudge through the slush from leftover snow, the bitter winter breeze chilling your nose and ears. Sooner than either of you would like, you’ve reached the bus station. Kirishima shuffles from foot to foot, arguing with himself as to if he should ask you to stay and have dinner with him instead of going on the hour-long ride to your parents’.  

“Are you sure this is okay? You don’t want me to come with you? Or I can drive you. The roads aren’t that great tonight… Mina will understand. She doesn’t— We’re not dating, you know— me and her, I mean, I only… help her as a friend.. So I can cancel, and she won’t have any issues. She has lots of other guy friends,” Kirishima reasons.

“Eiji,” you chuckle, taking your duffel bag from his hand that he’d carried for the journey here, “Mina needs you.”

But I need you, Kirishima thinks as he bites his lip. “Okay… have a safe ride then. And text me when you get there.”  

“Yes, Dad,” you laugh. You slip into his arms easily, almost naturally, and press your face against his chest beneath his wool jacket.  

Kirishima’s arms encircle you immediately, instinctively pulling you to him as his chin falls atop the crown of your head. “I’ll miss you,” he breathes.

“Don’t be weird, Eiji,” you giggle, pulling away from him much too soon for his liking. “See you tomorrow.”  

Kirishima watches you walk into the bus terminal, duffel bag in your hand with his heart unknowingly tucked deep inside of it.

Kirishima paces back and forth between the couch and the dining table. His nerves are shaky and his body uncharacteristically twitchy. He’d been smelling female wolves around the city all day while he was out with you, but he managed to ward them off with icy glares and his steel-strong self-control. It also helped that you were there to distract him, seeing as when he wasn’t with you, you were the only thing on his mind. But now that he was alone— Mina had cancelled on him to spend the night with an “old friend” that had come back to town— and he was all by himself, he was feeling the full effects of the female wolf hormones he’d breathed in for the past twelve hours.

He closes his eyes as his mind wanders to the image of you wrapped up in his scarf in the cafe; the warm scent of coffee; the condensation on the windows; your light-filled eyes on him; the scent of your freshly-washed hair… He opens his eyes, tongue running over his front teeth as he feels the evident, sharp prod of his elongated cuspids as a result of his piqued interest. He groans, feeling his eyes dilate just the slightest of fractions. He sits on the floor, sliding down the wall with a frown on his plump lips.

Kirishima watches the hands of the clock tick on the wall in front of him for a moment before he shuts his eyes and smacks his head back against the drywall, a loud whine releasing from his throat. The apartment lacks of things that could possibly captivate his attention at the moment; all he can do is think about you— your pretty face, your gentle caress on his skin just hours before. There are no messages from you and his sensitive ears long to hear the chime notification that signifies your safe arrival.  

“Just friends,” he murmurs, “just friends, just friends, just friends."

He tries to breathe in deeply to relax himself, but success quickly slips through his grasp as the scent of you lingers on the scarf casually thrown over the back of the sofa. His jaw clenches as his teeth gnash, taking in your alluring aroma. He tries to think of something— anything else, but he eventually gives up, slamming his palms flat on the hardwood floor as he pushes himself up. He lunges toward the couch, throwing himself onto the open cushions as his hands immediately find the soft cotton. He brings the material to his nose, a low moan falling from his open mouth as the intense smell floods his senses.

“Fuck,” he murmurs, readjusting his hips as he feels his body reacting swiftly to the pull of your scent. He hisses lightly as he feels the blood rush to his pants, wiggling his hips around to feel the delicious friction against his hardening erection. He rubs the inside of his thigh gently with his palm, imagining your small hand instead of his on his jean-clad length. “God, this is so fucked,” he gasps, grip strengthening on himself through his jeans. Originally his plan for the evening consisted of fucking Mina senseless and imagining it was you, but seeing as she had cancelled, this was the next best option.  

Kirishima fumbles with his belt and shimmies out of his jeans, ripping his constrictive t-shirt over his head and whipping it elsewhere into the living room. He kicks the denim off from around his ankles next, one hand holding the soft fabric of the scarf close to his nose and the other trailing toward his throbbing hard-on from the bend of his knee; how he imagines your hand would do.

A feral grunt dislodges from the back of his throat as he pictures your hair falling around your perfectly cherubic face that leans down toward his own, one hand pressing his chest down against the couch cushion and the other hand on his thigh tracing the outline of his cock straining against his briefs. His hips jerk as his forefinger runs from tip to base, his thumb sliding backwards over the previous route to caress the head of his dick gently in circular swipes. He seals his lips together by sucking in the bottom one, his canines lengthened by arousal piercing the soft flesh of the lower lip so that a metal taste floods his mouth, but he only closes his eyes and continues his ministrations.

Kirishima continues to skim the pads of his fingertips over the prominent erection that pushes against his underwear in defiance, face pressed into the back of the sofa so the cushions catch his heavy moans instead of his neighbors. He halts for a moment so he can find a throw pillow to sink his fangs into, positioning the scarf above his lip and against the pillow so it presses right against his hypersensitive nose. A strangled moan tears from him, his hand immediately returning to his leaking hard-on. It dips underneath the band of his boxers before it wraps around his width, squeezing tight. His body shakes and he sucks in a breath, squirming to lay flat against the leather of the sofa. Slowly he moves his hand up to encompass the head, a heavy snarl being lost into the throw pillow. He strokes himself teasingly, thumb trailing behind to caress the aching tip. His hips push into the cushion as his body moves to a natural rhythm, thrusting them up slightly as his fist falls back down toward his abdomen. The thick precum dribbling from his tip lathers his palm so his cock slides into it easily. His eyelashes tickle his high cheekbones as his eyes shut tighter, fingertips tracing the prominent vein on the underside of his shaft.

The sofa wheezes as he shifts, impatiently pushing his briefs down in one tug to rest on his mid-thighs. He scoots off of the sofa and onto the hardwood floor, kneeling as he places his fist onto the tabletop, lining his hips delicately before sliding his length into his firm grasp. He whimpers into the pillow, now damp with his saliva, and hunches over the table, his free arm curled underneath his broad torso. The fabric of the scarf tickles his nose but he inhales deeper, hips pushing in and out of his fist quickly. He imagines you beneath him instead of the table and his fist, moaning with him as his canines sink into your neck to mark you as his and only his. His destitute wails are swallowed by the soft pillow and the scarf as he keeps thrusting steadily, imagination running so wildly he can almost feel your legs on either side of him, pushing him further inside of you.

“Oh, Y/N,” he grunts, cuspids fully lengthened and sharpened now in desire, piercing the soft fabric of the pillow almost enough so his bottom and top teeth could touch through the plush object,” Y/N, I’m gonna—“

Knock knock knock.

Kirishima’s body stills as he opens his eyes, disappointment rushing through him at the sight of the coffee table underneath him. He wants to scream, but he just shuts his eyes, taking a breath in before sliding his hard cock out of his fist and tucking the slick inconvenience back into his boxers. His breath is labored and heavy, but he manages to find his jeans and slip them on anyway. “One sec,” he says loudly, fastening the button before hesitantly wiping his hand on the side of the denim. He can’t help but sulk as he walks over and picks his shirt up from the floor, breathing deeply and hoping his canines aren’t too obvious of an indicator as to what he was just doing… not to mention the angrily-pulsing dick resting against the inside of his thigh.  

He strides toward the door, opening it ready to tell Mina he thought she’d cancel when he’s greeted with your sweet face and the scent of Italian food. His jaw almost hits the floor as he gapes at you, dick pressing longingly against his jeans at your familiar smell, but in person it radiates off of you so strong he almost lunges at you. You’re looking up at him with those bright cheerful eyes he loves, a timid smile on your lips as you swing the takeout bag back and forth behind your back in anticipation.  

“Hi, Eiji,” you smile and set the bag on the ground next to the door before you turn around and take his tense body into your arms, throwing yourself onto him.  

A gasp rips from his throat but quickly turns into a cough, body trembling at your singeing touch. His jaw quivers as he conceals his pointed teeth, angling his thigh away from you strategically. “Y-Y/N, w-what are you doing here?” He manages to ask, lips sealing immediately once the words are pushed out.   His hands remain clenched at his sides; he’s scared that if he touches you now he won’t be able to stop.  

“There was a freak accident on the highway ahead of my bus… We had to turn back. My parents don’t mind though, they said we can reschedule. Maybe you won’t need to miss my mom’s noodles this time; you can come if you want. By the way, I brought Italian!” You smile as you pick up the bag and brush past him, leaving him standing there, looking at the door with a glare.

You move around the sofa and sit on one of the leather cushions, setting the bag onto the coffee table. “Ew Eiji,” he sits next to you stiffly, eyes widening as you reach over to the table and poke a finger into the slick trail of precum that had dribbled out of his fist just moments ago. “What is this? Do you ever clean this apartment?” You giggle, unfolding the paper bag the food had come in and wiping your finger on your skirt. “Anyway, I got food from your favorite place and made sure I got the breadsticks with the extra sauce ‘cause I know you lov—“

A quiet groan escapes Kirishima’s mouth as he puts his head in his hands— your scent, your alluring body, your heart-swelling gaze, just you, being here—it’s too much for his raging hormones.  

“Ei? Are you okay?” You ask, scooting closer and pressing the back of your hand to his forehead. He’s shaking and you don’t know why, so you bring his head to rest against your collar, just above your fluttering heart. “Eiji, you’re burning up…”  

He stays pressed against you, the desperation and torture he felt earlier suddenly fleeting and gone from his body as your own erases them completely. He swallows. It feels so good, but he knows it’s wrong. This is wrong when you’re just his friend and his dick is leaking into his underwear for you as you hold him like this.

“Get out,” Kirishima murmurs, eyes set on the paper bag.  

You still, slowly pulling him. “W-What Eiji?”  

“You need to leave,” he says through his teeth, jaw set tight.  

“Eijirou.. I don’t understand— is this how you treat someone when they bring you your favorite food?” You spit, hands curling into frustrated fists.

Kirishima ignores you, knowing he can apologize tomorrow when he’s in the right mindset but you being here with him at the moment could jeopardize your entire relationship.

“I… Is it… her? Is it Mina?” You murmur, and Kirishima’s gaze turns to you sharply at the drop in your tone. His lips part to say something to soothe your confidence as he sees it shatter. “I didn’t realize— I thought—” you breathe in sharply and shake your head, shooting up from your spot and rushing around the sofa.  

Kirishima beats you to the door, palm reaching over your shoulder to slam it just as you can get it open a sliver. He grabs your biceps, spinning you around and pressing you against the door with his hand as a cushion to break your impact.

“It’s never been Mina,” he snarls, knee splitting your legs and sliding up the gap between your thighs to press against your core; your panties and his jeans the only thing separating your center from his skin.

Your eyes widen and you gasp as his hands cup your face with care, scarlet eyes searing into your own with an intensity you’d never seen before. His pupils are dilating with every second, a black coal seemingly swallowed up by the burning fire of his irises.

“It’s you, Y/N,” he murmurs, eyes shutting into a long blink, and when they open again the red you’re used to is flooded with tendrils of electric amber and yellow. “It’s always been you, and it’ll always be you.”

You gape at him as he holds you there, against his front door, professing his love to you.

“I need you Y/N, I need you so bad it fucking hurts not being able to touch you,” he growls lowly. “If you can’t love me back, you have to leave, now. I don’t want your lust, I can smell it from here,” his honeyed eyes roll back as he takes in a whiff of the wanton-perfumed air around you, mouth parting and you watch his pink tongue slide over his elongated canines, feeling a tremor between your legs. His eyes open and they set straight on yours with a certain determination. 

“I can’t wake up next to you tomorrow and have tonight be just for friends with benefits. I love only you, Y/N,” Kirishima delivers, voice never quivering,“now tell me you feel the same, or go.”

There’s a slight fragility in his gaze that begs you not to break his heart. He peers into you at such a small distance that you can see every brilliant fleck of gold in his sinful eyes, warm ginger bursting around the outer ridges of his irises that focus solely on you. The dim lighting casts stretched shadows from his long, dark lashes; his bronzed skin glowing subtly to intensify his passionate gaze.

“Kirishima,” you place a hand on his clenched but trembling jaw, tilting your face to look him in the eye better. “You’ve been hurting all this time for no reason.”  

His scarlet gaze lights with hope and happiness. “Say it then,” he whispers, words soft and nearly begging, as if he fears if his voice is too loud he’ll wake from a dream.

“Kirishima Eijirou, I love you, too. God, I have beein in love with you for so long,” you reply, and he wastes no time as his mouth descends upon yours. He presses your lips to his passionately, hands resting on your hips and rubbing the smooth skin there underneath your blouse. You gasp as they guide your hips gently in circles against his kneecap, your mouth falling open at his forward actions. He takes advantage of your open mouth and darts his tongue in, tangling it with yours in a powerful embrace.  

His steady clutch on your waist drags your body up his clothed thigh, and a soft, unabashed moan falls from your lips at the action. The taut muscle of his leg between his jeans and your panties rubs graciously against your flustered center, making your head loll back to rest against the door.  

“Don’t do that,” Kirishima groans, a hand leaving your warm hip and tilting your head forward once again to look at him directly. His fingers trail against your smooth neck, feeling the rapid pulse beneath the tender skin. His palm curls softly around the back of your neck, pressing you closer to him as his other arm hooks underneath your bottom. You squeak in surprise and cling to him, legs wrapping around his midsection and core pressing upon his rigid erection.  

You look at him with wide eyes as he throws his head back, sucking in air harshly between his clenched jaw. “Fuck, yes,” he hisses, holding you tighter and stalking over to the sofa. He places you in between the two cushions, standing in front of you and looking down, breathing laboriously before he tilts his head back again, willing for some kind of miraculous strength to get him through the night without sealing you to him forever.

“How come you get to do that and I don’t?” You frown as he looks down at you before he crouches, his face dropping just below your own to gaze up at you.  

“Because you don’t have the urge to sink your three-centimeter canines into my throat,” his upper lip curls back as he shows you the result of his attraction to you.  

You look at him with unintentionally pouted lips, batting your eyelashes as you take in his words. Isn’t that how werewolves marry or something? You think. Kirishima had explained it all once before, one night when you were both wasted at three in the morning at some bar on the outskirts of the city.  

“God, can you look unattractive for one second while I try to pull myself together?” Kirishima groans, a hand running through his disheveled hair.

“Who said I want you to pull yourself together?” You inquire, scooting toward the lip of the cushion.  

Kirishima looks at you warily with an underlying, longing hunger before you place your hands on either side of his sharp jaw and bring his lips to yours. Your eyes close immediately and his blissfully, your hands gliding down his neck to his broad chest. You grapple onto his wide shoulders, one hand burying into the hair at the base of his neck to push him into the kiss even more.  

His throat vibrates gently with an almost-inaudible growl, and you part his tender lips with a swipe of your tongue, the pink muscle coasting in and gently feeling the warm, smooth hardness of his cuspids.

Kirishima untucks your blouse in one pull, fingers nimbly undoing each button before sliding the clothing off your shoulders and tossing it away. His hands lay strategically on your ribs, fingertips brushing the underwire of your bra just barely.  

He pulls you forward into his arms, hands splaying onto your back with delight, fingers undoing the fastening between your shoulder blades with glee. You lean into him as he flings the bra in the direction of the blouse, mouth instantly latching to your breast and tongue twirling around the swollen bud. You wail, pushing him closer as his teeth bump against your nipple and his lips grow taut with a warm smirk, depraved gaze intense as ever.

You want more than ever to throw your head back onto the top of the sofa, but you know you’re forbidden to do so. Instead, you slide your body further down onto the cushions, hips brushing against Kirishima’s torso as his mouth leaves your nipples, your face coming to a stop directly in front of his. Your hands cup his angular jaw again, coaxing his lips onto yours into an ardent kiss. His long eyelashes flutter against your blushed cheeks, his coarse hair drifting softly through your digits.  

His hands land on your rolling hips, scuttling closer on his knees so his crotch feels the steady rhythm. He hums, a primitive trembling in his throat that sounds more like a soft growl. Your hands fall to the hem of his snug t-shirt, which he gladly expels into the corner toward your blouse and bra. You lean back a bit and admire his toned form. His broad chest, pectorals curving dramatically to his wide shoulders seamlessly; the v shape tapering down to the top of his jeans; the faint trail of dark hair waning below the brass button to his jeans; the way his abdominal muscles flex with each heavy breath; the salient outline against his thigh that both he and you know aches for your attention.  

You can’t help yourself. You reach between his strong thighs, fingers skimming along the bulge mockingly. Kirishima’s head rolls full circle, hand clutching your wrist tightly as he stares into you, lips parting and hot pink tongue gliding along his white, sharp teeth. “That was very naughty of you,” he murmurs, honeyed eyes darkening to a burnt orange. Trepidation ignites in your heart, but also desire floods your senses as well as your panties.  

“Eijirou,” you breathe and his lip curls back into a snarl, a loud growl releasing from his throat. His nostrils flare and he swallows harshly.  

“Say it again,” he orders, leaning into your face.

“E-Eijirou,” it comes out as a whisper, but his sensitive ears hear the slight whine to your tone, and his cock jumps at the sound against your eager fingertips. “You like it when I say your name, Eiji?”  

His tongue runs swiftly over his lip, his eyeing your chest hips hungrily. His hand reached forward on its own accord, sliding effortlessly under the soft material of your skirt to press against your warmed, wet panties. His lips curve into a devious smirk, fangs poking out slightly as his dark, copper-tainted eyes set on yours. “Mmm, and you like it when I growl for you, baby girl?”  

“God, yes Eiji,” you answer and gulp at his overwhelming intensity. He trains his gaze to the movement of your fragile throat, tongue flicking around one canine subconsciously. A deep purr of sorts emanates from him in approval, making your legs tremble and press together around his intruding forearm.  

He smiles devilishly, white teeth glinting in the dim lighting. His other hand circles round your back, pushing your tailbone so your body slides forward on the couch, to the very edge of the cushion. His fingers nudge your thong aside, immediately met with your poignant arousal. The tips of his middle and ring finger separate your folds facilely, gliding over your entrance and clit making you bite your lip to hold in an impatient moan. “Oh baby, you’re so wet for me,” he chuckles. “If only we’d figured this out sooner.”

“Eiji, fuck,” you cry when he rubs your clit gently, your jaw trembling as you sag against his arm’s firm hold and the back of the sofa. You can’t throw your head back so you lean forward, elbows falling on Kirishima’s generous shoulders, the side of your face against his soft hair as his tongue guides a pebbled nipple into his mouth, caressing it slowly and pressing it against his teeth. You whimper pathetically, his thumb replacing his fingers as they slide down and glide half-way right into your awaiting entrance.  

He hooks the two fingers and presses repeatedly, making you shove his face closer to your breasts in pleasure. He slides them deeper, knuckles lapping against your slick entrance as his tongue works diligently on your nipple. You clench around him and moan loudly at the depth his fingers achieve, the feeling of total ecstasy near. It had been a long time since a man had touched you, and it was no where near as incredible as having Kirishima’s thick fingers rubbing inside you.

“Eijirou, that feels so—” you warn but he only picks up the pace. He leans down, tongue replacing his thumb smoothly and you almost scream. He strokes your clit fervently, tongue lapping persistently up and down as his long canines brush on either side, his fingers curling and straightening at the same pace. “Fuck Eiji— I’m seriously gonna cum,” you pant, falling back against the back of the sofa.  

He looks up at you mischievously, dark eyes alight with arousal and a touch of humor. You feel his full lips in a smirk as he wraps them around your clit, tongue lavishing it faster. One hand falls to his hair, gripping it tight as the other curls against your mouth, your eyes shutting tight as your orgasm smashes against you like a wave crashing down upon you. You moan, body quivering in Kirishima’s strong grip, wiggling pointlessly against the sofa cushions.  

Kirishima doesn’t cease until you’ve returned from your high, standing up and unfastening his jeans quickly, pushing them down and kicking them off when they reach his ankles. You sit up from your slumped position, hands landing on his thighs and traveling around to rub the backs of them in anticipation. Kirishima watches you hungrily, his thick cock longing for your attention. You lean forward, almost touching where he wants you most, before you look up at him and give him your most innocent doe eyes you can muster after having his sinful session on you just moments before. You bat your lashes and he growls loudly, fists clenching at his sides.  

“Y/N,” he advises, tone a little menacing. You tilt your head and press your lips against his erection through his briefs, a low groan sounding from above you. You kiss down toward the tip and back up to the base of his shaft before you reach up and untuck him, briefs sliding to the hardwood floor. You smirk as you look at what you’ve done to him. His dick is throbbing gently as you rest it against a palm, beads of translucent-white precum adorning the tip of the red, swollen tip. You repeat your kiss trail on his bare skin, his cock twitching at the action as you feel the vein underneath contract harshly. When you reach the base your tongue pokes out, tracing up and down the prominent vein on the underside.  

Kirishima watches you with a dark, maleficent gaze, throat tightening and a growl tumbling out when you take the head into your mouth, sucking teasingly as your tongue dances around the leaking tip. “Fuck yes, baby girl. Just like that."

You retreat with a loud pop, smiling up at him and his heart flutters in his chest at the pureness of it. With an open mouth you glide your tongue along the sides of him to slicken his entire length before your lips encompass the tip and suddenly his dick is touching the back of your throat and you don’t even seem to mind. Kirishima lets out a strangled moan of shock, watching your head bob energetically up and down his hot length. He watches you in awe for a few minutes, just dazed this is really happening and he’s not waking up abruptly like when he’d dreamt this scenario so many nights before.  

He snaps out of it suddenly, aware his cock is tensing the way it does when he’s about to cum. You’d noticed, too, at the feel of the harsh, bulging vein on the under-shaft, slowing down to a halt and leaning back to catch your breath.

“Baby you did so good,” he praises, hands cupping your face and you beam at him proudly. “Now take off your skirt for me.”  

You comply eagerly, shimmying out of the cotton garment, your thong following close behind. Kirishima smugly watches the stings of your arousal snap as your panties are thrown onto the floor, fist stroking his length slowly to keep himself at bay.

“Turn,” he instructs, other hand guiding you to face away from him,” knees on the couch, now.”  

You do as told, looking back at him over your shoulder expectantly. He smiles and steps forward, and your back arches as you feel his length glide against your dripping entrance.  

“Be a good girl for me, okay? Do not let me get anywhere near your throat, got it? If I do, I’ll sink my teeth into you so fast you won’t know what’s happening. And then you’re stuck with me for life. So watch out for yourself, baby. This is your only warning,” he murmurs, lips brushing the shell of your ear before a hand lands on your hip and suddenly he’s pushing into you, a gasp tearing from your throat as he stretches you to your capacity. When his hips bump against your ass your eyes have already rolled back in delirium, your lip falling open in shock.  

He pulls out half-way before sheathing back inside slowly, a whine releasing from your mouth. His hand remains on your hip while the other grabs a fistful of your hair, trailing out again before snapping in. The tip of his cock nestles so deep in you that tears dot along your bottom lashes; the feeling is so blissful and fulfilling that your emotions skyrocket.  

“Eijirou— oh, yes,” you whimper as he repeats the action, movements still paced and measured to help you adjust to his size.

“Feel good, baby? ‘Cuz this feels amazing for me— you feel amazing on me, Y/N,” he grunts, fingers gripping the skin of your hip tighter as he angles your face so he can see it with his other hand.  

“Yes, fuck yes, you feels so good,” you commend as the pace intensifies, making a moan spill out of you. He groans from behind you, letting go of your hair and placing his hand on your other hip to keep you steady. You clutch onto the top of the sofa tightly as he pounds into you, and you gasp as a hand leaves your hip for a moment and delivers a sharp smack to your ass, making your back arch into Kirishima’s grasp. You’re babbling now, your entire body thrumming with pleasure. “Oh god—ohgodohgodohgodohgod.”

Kirishima hisses as he watches the bright pink mark on your ass cheek tremble as his hips slam against yours, bottom lip tucked under his offending cuspids. He licks his lip to keep from drooling onto you, eyes trained on your perfect figure that he’s fucking into the sofa. Pleasure courses through his body, intensified at the sound and obvious proof of your own satisfaction as he thrusts into you quickly.  

“Again,” you lament softly, and if he hadn’t been a werewolf with keen hearing he wouldn’t have heard your request over the assaulting sound of your skin slapping against his. He delivers and slaps your other cheek sharply, a lustful mix between a gasp and a moan escaping you.  

“Fuck, you’re so sexy, baby,” Kirishima admires, smirking as you turn slightly to look at him. He grabs your shoulder and pulls your torso back, slamming it against his as his other hand wraps around your throat snugly to stop his innate temptation to leave his mark there. The other hand leaves your arm and instead bands around your waist, pressing you flush against him. His hips retreat and pound into you in the new position, and you rest your head back onto his shoulder since your neck is safe from his view with his large hand covering it.

You stare into each other as he continues, and you move your hips back as he moves his in, making each thrust more powerful. His lips find yours and they mould easily, your hand coming up to caress his jaw and press his face closer to yours.

“Eiji, your cock feels so good,” you pant between his kisses and potent strokes, “God, you’re so big.”

“Mmm, I love when you talk dirty to me,” Kirishima murmurs against your mouth, a bead of sweat trickling down the side of his face.  

It’s fucked up but his tight hold on your throat is only turning you on more, making your eyes close as each thrust feels better than the last.

“Fuck, Ei,” you groan, slouching back against his toned form as the pleasure is too great.  

“Here, baby,” he says, cock slipping out of you before picking you up, walking briskly out of the common space and into a hallway, then finally into his bedroom. He shuts the door with his foot, laying you gently onto his messy bedsheets and blankets. He rolls you over onto your stomach before he climbs on top of you, hovering above you before he slips back in with ease.  

You moan and tuck your face into the sheets that smell like him, his arms bracing on either side of your head as his forearms rest next to yours, elbows bent and fists clenched. His hips swing effortlessly into yours, making a loud, crude slapping sound echo around the room. You moan almost pathetically into the sheets, turning to lay your face to the side so Kirishima can hear your noises of pleasure. He kisses your cheek sweetly before moving to your jaw and nibbling there gently, his tempo still quick and lethal. His tip, nestled deep inside, assaults your g-spot and you purr in content at the sensation, a gasp escaping you as he plunges in a little more forcefully. His hand wraps around your throat again, lifting your head up as his lips meet yours tenderly. His tongue plays with yours gently, a stark contrast to your hips. The hold on your throat is firm but also soft, and his thumb brushes along your jawline as his fingertips push into your racing pulse.

His hand leaves you and suddenly you’re on your back, Kirishima dragging your body up the bed so your head lays on the pillows. He smiles widely before he swoops in and his lips take yours again. His cock glides right back in, and you moan loudly into the kiss as the tip brushes your g-spot at a different angle than before. Your pussy quivers around him as he picks up the pace again, one arm folding under and around your waist and the other holding your chin, elbow digging into the mattress to keep himself propped up. His kisses trail from your lips to your chin and jaw, tongue sliding out and lathering your skin gently. Your eyes open as it slides down your throat, and the slight point of his canines poke against your skin. You quickly take his head in your hands, guiding his lips back to yours.  

“Baby, I’m gonna cum,” he murmurs against your lips, eyebrows scrunched in concentration, breath heavy as his exhausted hips keep up the erratic pace against yours. He whimpers as your walls constrict around him firmly.  

“I’m close, too, Eiji,” you mumble, legs folding around his waist, your arms tangling around his torso with your hands on each shoulder blade, fingernails gripping his slick skin. One of his hands is pressed into the sheets by your shoulder, propping him up, and the other is going white on your hip from his tight hold.  

“God, you feel so fucking good,” he snarls, voice low and resonating with a growl. You watch his abdomen accordion as he flexes in and out of you with apparent effort, drops of sweat gliding down his broad chest. He throws his head back and whines as your nails dig into his strong shoulder muscles, chasing his imminent ecstasy.  

Watching his body tremble and exert itself to bring you to your euphoria pushes you toward your own climax, and the feeling of his hand on your hip and the way his lip pinches between his teeth makes your eyes roll back and your body tense as you fall off the cliff, hurtling down into the thrashing waves of your orgasm. You call his name in a strangled cry, limbs clutching onto him for dear life as the pleasure shakes through you. His hips don’t stop; plunging further into you and pushing you harder under the tides of your climax. Your body shivers and you’re so out of it you don’t notice Kirishima’s thrusts becoming volatile, his arm that had once propped his torso above yours curling beneath your back to press your torso against his.  

A growl of victory splits from deep in his throat as he approaches his own high, muscles tense in anticipation for the long-awaited prize. He shudders and suddenly his cuspids are lodged deep in your throat, and it feels like he’s just been run over by an eighteen-wheeler of ecstasy. His jaw shakes as his eyes close, abdomen convulsing as he spills deep into you in long, relentless spurts. The combination of his orgasm and his marking you almost make him pass out in an exhaustive pleasure.

Just as you’d come to from your orgasm, searing pain splices through you as Kirishima’s fangs split your skin and neck tissue, your jaw opening but no sound releasing. And just as fast as the pain had arrived, it’s replaced and you’re submerged back into the tidal waves of a new climax, making you clench and flex around Kirishima’s throbbing member that pulses into you.  

His fingers clasp the skin of your hips so strongly the skin turns white, but your own nails lodge into his shoulders to grapple him to you; the both of you holding each other as if your lives depend on it. The sheets around you are twisted and damp from your sweat, but the two of you only seem to care about each other; drifting numbly and blissfully in your shared euphoria.

After a moment Kirishima’s body sags, sliding slightly to the side of yours as his muscles stop tensing and he stops physically releasing into you. His teeth still woven deep into your neck, he doesn’t dare move his face.  

As the tides form your orgasm slowly recede, your body hums in a warm satisfaction and a certain numbness. Your hands rove over Kirishima’s expansive back soothingly, and he exhales with a content but tired moan in response.  

Very timidly, Kirishima stretches his jaw to the maximum before he pulls away from your neck, leaving your head buzzing lightly. He licks the puncture wounds instantly, enzymes in his saliva helping to start the healing process while he cleans away the scarlet blood that beads there. He ghosts a kiss over your jaw before he pulls away, smiling warily as his eyes meet yours.  

The primal amber and yellow shades are gone, leaving behind the warm red you’d fallen in love with. They cast over your face in total adoration, with a hint of fear.  

He looks away as he slides out of you, his release immediately following and forming a wet puddle on his sheets. Your cheeks flush even though it isn’t your fault, but he just smiles and presses a kiss to one of them as if silencing your unnecessary embarrassment.  

Kirishima reclines next to you, pulling the blanket at the foot of the mattress up to rest on top of the two of you. He collects you into his arms, your body weak and unprotesting. His legs entwine with yours, pressing every piece of skin he can to yours. He makes sure to be careful with your neck, kissing it gently once more before settling his face next to yours. The kiss makes the skin tingle and heat, a fuzzy warmth flooding your body as you smile shyly.  

“I told you not to let me get near your neck,” Kirishima says softly as your eyes close, eyelashes brushing over his collarbone. “Do you know what this means, Y/N?” He tries again at your silence, thinking you don’t understand the severity of the situation. His fingertips run up and down your naked spine relaxingly.  

“It means you need to work on your self-control,” you murmur, giggling quietly into his chest.

“Y/N, this isn’t a joke,” he says lowly, “I don’t kno-“

You cut him off. “It isn’t a joke, I know, Eijirou. It means we’re tied together, forever— meaning we, this, us— we’re permanent. We’re wolf-married or whatever the term is now, I know. You can never love another person again, and neither can I,” your hand rests on his pectoral, a finger tracing along his nipple so you have something to look at instead of his face. “If you can’t deal with that, I’m sorry, but I can. I’m yours, Kirishima, always have been, always will be. If you don’t want that, then I’m sorry but you just sealed your fate with mine and there’s nothing I can do about that.”

“Oh,” Kirishima exhales, blinking. The only light in the room is from the window above the desk, moonlight casting the bed in a dim white light. He shuffles, pulling your body closer to his, smiling into your hair with a stupidly happy grin. “I just wanted to make sure that’s what you want. I.. uh, I feel the same,” he murmurs against the shell of your ear giddily.  

“Good,” you reply, eyes closing as you nuzzle your face closer to his warm heart.

It’s silent for a moment before Kirishima clears his throat gently. You peek one eye open, awaiting his words.

“Um… I love you, Y/N… a lot,” he says rather nervously, gulping softly as he pauses for a response.

“I love you too, Eiji,” you kiss his chest gently, sighing contently.

“And, uh, Y/N?”  

“What, Eiji?”

“I’m glad it’s you who I’m wolf-married to.”

   ─── ・°* ﾟ✧:* • ｡ﾟ:*･☽･*: ｡ﾟ•*:✧ ﾟ*°・ ───

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Who do you think your moots could pull and why?

Alright lets go I have...so many moots and if I forgot u its 300% my bad pls come hit me upside the head, also im bad at these bc I honestly just push my favourite characters onto ppl oops but long assss list below the cut - I love u all

@cafedanslanuit: ok I dont know why, but porco for u my friend. Maybe it’s bc the last fic I read from u was the porco and zeke one? but damn. porco. for sure. 

@kmorgzz: MY LIL CINNMON BUN. ok NOT GON LET MYSELF BE SWAYED by ur porco pfp - but i...kuroo. DO U EVEN LIKE HIM?? but I dunno why I CAN SEE IT. ready to fite u but also love cuddles soft friend and that WALL of a man? 

@flamingblinglove: U ALREADY KNOW 姐姐 U ALREADY KNOW. OFC U COULD PULL UR FAV flaming boi!!! I love u very much and love him for u! 

@alto-march-of-death: AL. AL AL AL AL AL AL AL AL. DO I NEED TO SAY IT. SUGA. FKIN. SUGA. I dont even need to - SUGA. also reiner. But mostly SUGA. 

@onwiings: LEN. we havent really chatted before so im sorry if this is real random but for some reason....connie? I DONT KNOW WHY BUT CONNIE FOR SURE. 

@boston-bakedbeans: I JUST GET JEAN VIBES. U COULD OUT SNARK HIM ANY DAY 

@daddyjackfrost: HANA MY SWEET QUEEN OF MAKING ME CRY OVER STUPID VBALL BOYS. I have so many. BUT L? L FOR SURE. u are an intellectual and he would be all :0 while eating his damn cake. ALSO. Bo-bokuto? he could handle ur energy and I would love to see it. 

@bellbee: armin vibes. You're just so dang sweet? I think it would be such a good match 

@kojinnie: KOJIIIIIN. ZEKE. ZEEEEKKKE. IM SCREAMING THIS. BUT LIKE- NOT THE MEAN EVIL ZEKE. THE SOFT SWEET ONE WHO WILL BRUSH THE HAIR FROM YOUR FACE AND KISS YOUR FOREHEAD IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT ZEKE. 

@onyxoverride: I was going to say zeke?? t he naaaasty kind of zeke where hes just obsessed with u, but totally not influenced by ur latest posts but MICHE. BIG MANS. also for some reason I bet u smell good. but not in a sweet or delicate way?? I bet u smell really good but in a way ppl cant place? so ppl always ask “what perfume/cologne are you wearing?” 

@peachysimp: MY SWEET MICHI 姐!!!! U DESERVE ALL THE LOVE AND CUDDLES IN THE WORLD. im just thinking of a big mans...mmm Reiner? Eren??? no problem for my sweet 姐姐. u can handle em. 

@deludedimagines: SORCHAAAAAA MY LOVE. MY DEAR. Levi for FREAKING SURE. AFTER OUR TALK - YOU DESERVE TO GO KAYAKING AND CANOEING WITH HIM. PLEASE. 

@aotwrites: iane. love of my life lane. pls drink some water I know ur working v hard. ok but why can I imagine a soft af erwin that u could EASILY pull?? like NO problem. he would be best listener and the shoulder rubs? after a long day?? IANE. PLS. 

@plutowrites: PLUTO U KNOW HOW MUCH I FKIN LOVE UR ZEKE SERIES SO IS IT EVE N A QUESTION WHY I THINK YOU COULD GET ZEKE NO PROBLEM?? 

@gojosweets: SWEEETIIE levi for SURE BC HEALING HANDS IS STUCK IN MY HEAD. u could for sure pull a grumpy injured Levi and make his heart go boink 

@hexbestfriend: Sierra my dear. ur other url says it all. but also, a big mans. so....Erwin for sure - I would PAY to see this bc u would have him just so into u and I just...im swooning 

@horseanon--simpforall: RACH. DO I EVEN NEED TO SAY. U WRITE THE BEST CUTE SWEET ZEKE. FOR SURE. AND SUGA. U COULD PULL THEM WITHOUT EVEN FKIN TRYING. I love u TOO much 

@misskasa: love the new url btw tea??? damn. also Eren. EREN. LONG HAIRED MAN BUN BUT NICE NOT PROBLEMATIC EREN. u deserve it all 

@thebubblybakery: MY DEAR. MY DEAAAARRR ur url is way too cute and for SURE. Levi. for SURE NOT A DOUBT IN MY MIND. bake him lil treats and he’ll chop the fingers off anyone who tries to steal em from him 

@yearning-moon: omg my new obsession is ur writing, but u would have no problem pulling our collective fav zhongli. no problem whatsoever im just gone u write him so well I cry every single time.

@lookslikeleese: I MET U THRU SUGA AND I WILL NEVER STOP THINKING ABOUT THAT. suga no problem. ERen. no problem. find u a friend that can do both. thats u. 

@doulcha: another easily Levi pull - honestly if theres anything I learned on this website, its that everyone has big brain and is cute as a damn button and 

@anlian-aishang: MY SWEET DARLING. U COULD HAVE ANYONE. HONESTLY. UR A DAMN INTELLECTUAL, BEAUTIIIIIFUL BEYOND WORDS AND JUST HNG I LVE U SM. LEVI. ERWIN (NO ARGUMENTS I WOULD PAY TO SEE U WITH ERWIN BC WOOOOW HOW SWEET) also u already know how much I love the idea of u with Farlan U COULD HAVE ANYONE U WANT AND U KNOW IT. 

@starstruckkittensweets: another sweET DARLING WHO COULD GET ANYONE SHE WANTED. ABSOLUTELY ANYONE but Levi. Levi FOR DAMN SURE BC HOW COULD I NOT. erwin too? absolutely. 

@unloved-cadillac: CADDY my DEAR is another Levi puller for SURE - I feel like u can match his snarky replies? and it would just be a lot of grEAT banter back and forth and phew 

@katsuhera: MY PENGUIN LOVING FRIEND another Levi lover who could get him with NO problem whatsoever. pls take his grumpy ass to the aquarium 

@therealvalkyrie: my wife my love my DEAREST. I mean we’re already married x4? 5? times?? so I mean u already got me so I think u already won this game. USHI GUSHI FITE ME. also suga. curl up on a nicely upholstered armchair, nice cup of tea, maybe some ice cream? gorgeous view outside, trying to flip pages but its lowkey a pain to do so because suga is doing the same in his seat, but ur arms are stretched out to meet in the space between the two of you, and ur knuckles are brushing 

@rulerofstars: ANGELLLLL u are another eaaaasyyyy Levi pull bc HOW SWEET ARE U 

@acekou: ...honestly anyone u want bc I AM INTIMIDATED - AS I SHOULD BE. and I love that energy for u. ERen??? Levi?? ARMIN??? ERWIN?!?!?? no problem 

@thot-farm: ME. I SEE U IN MY NOTIFS AND I HAVENT SAID HI BEFORE. but ME. U COULD PULL ME NO PROBLEM BC M LOVE U ALREADY. but I mean im no Levi and u could pull him no problem too dearie (; 

@xxdragonwriterxx: omfg LEVI LEVI LEVI LEVI LEVI!!! UR FICS ARE SO DAMN AMAZING AND THE IDEAS ARE AMAZING AND THE PLOT AND EVERYTHING and ur also so sweet?? LEVI. FOR. LIFE. EASILY. NO CONTEST. 

@jean-does-not-have-a-horseface: BIRD. MANS. HAWKS. DO I NEED TO SAY MORE?!?!!?  

@levilaughlove69: kenny. fkn. ackerman. no more words. 

@bluebellhairpin: SEE ABOVE. also Erwin - I know u like that big mans my sweet darling nemo :3 but also BACK THE FK OFF ALL OF U UR DRIFTING WITH ME SO ME. U PULL ME. EVERYONE ELSE CAN BACK THE FK UP

@unadulteratedtreecrusade: BEANBEANBEANBEAN IM THIIIIIIIS close to coming to visit u bc I love u SO DAMN MUCH. but HONESTLY WHO CANT U PULL?? LEVI. DONE. ERWIN. DONE. 

@1252291: N UR URL SAYS IT ALL. LEVI. zeke? BOTH? ANNIE VIBES TOO??? JEAN? im done. 

@babieweeb: another moot I havent interacted too much with 🥺 but ZEEEEEKKKKE 

@itspastellemons: LEYLA LISTEN. me. u got me. u can pull me anytime shh dont tell my bf I LOVE U SM I LOVE U SO DAMN MUCH R U KIDDING!?! but other than me ahem LEVI. LEEEVIIIIII FOR U BC UR SO DAMN SWEET AND HE WOULD MELT AT U. erwin? wrapped around ur finger?? REINER?? MICHE?? I cant even choose for u ur too powerful 

@alrightberries: I think ur on a Nanami binge rn AS U SHOULD BE. so just know that u could have that mans in an instant

@mysteriousmagicx: MY FAV WITCH MOOT WHO HAS THE BEST DAMN FKIN AUS AND THE BIGGEST DANG BRAIN. WHO CAN’T U PULL??? WITCH HANJI. VAMPIRE LEVI. WEREWOLF MICHE. STOP IT U CAN HAVE EM ALL.

@etherealserenity: ERRRREEEEENN I DONT NEED TO SAY ANY MORE. AND U KNOW WHY. 

@cant-spell-slay-without-lay HOW THE FK DID I NOT ADD U EARLIER MY DEAR PLS IM SO SORRY OMFG - but UR LEGIT MS. ACKERMAN HOW COULD U NOT PULL LEVI. case closed. ms ackerman is legit. 

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hiiii! I saw you were taking requests. This one's a bit odd, but could I get some headcanons of Billy with a male, werewolf S/O? or, alternatively, just a big, intimidating, quiet-type S/O who tends to contrast him? ty ty! <3

Hello dear! Thank you so much for the request, a bit odd but creative. I had fun writing this! Enjoy <3

Billy Lenz with a male Werewolf S/o & a big, intimidating quiet-type S/o!

For the Werewolf thing I just imagined the S/o is kinda like Jacob from Twilight lol 😭, I hope that's alright!

Billy dating a Werewolf would include ...

Sfw;

- Cuddle sessions 24/7, you're just so warm and cuddly how could he resist ? 🤨 You're also not safe from him in Werewolf form - you. will. get. cuddled.

- Will ask you to bite him (not enough to draw blood though 👍🏻) and likes seeing the marks. But beware, he can and will bite back.

- Since almost we all came to the conclusion that Billy has an oral fixation, he also likes his partner drooling on him in Werewolf form - but he will do the same to you of course!

- (If you're like the typical Werewolfs with transformations at full moon) Can and always be with you, he frankly doesn't care If he gets hurt he just wants to project you from bad people

- Likes your big paws! He doesn't even know why, they're just so.. cute, just like your fluffy ears!

Nsfw;

- Will act like a whole ass Werewolf himself when mating season starts (I cringed so hard rn). [Title] don't you need a bit help to build off your needs? No? Yes, yes you need that.

- Doesn't matter how much he loves his S/o he will never and won't even think about fucking them in Werewolf form. As much as fucked up Billy's Mind is he'll always have a heart for animals and doing his partner/let his partner do him in that form will feel like he's molesting an animal

Billy dating a big, intimidating & quiet-type Person would include...

Sfw;

- Mostly I'd describe Billy like a switch personality that leans to a dominant/top side sometimes but with a partner like that he'll feel much more submissive in general.

- Likes hearing you talk, like, genuinely. You don't talk that much wich makes it exciting to hear what you say next. Don't look at him weird the next time you talk about something you're passionate about and he looks at you with adoring eyes and a smile.

- Likes just laying somewhere in silence with you, but can get frustrated sometimes since the silence can drive him crazy fast.

- Loves that you're so big and intimidating, - he tends to copy you sometimes by puffing his chest a bit or pay more attention to his slouching Body and tries to make him tall - it's rather funny to be honest.

- Just likes to be bratty in general, he can't help it though. You're just naturally a bit quieter and serious so he thinks he's got to be the opposite!

Nsfw;

- Will try and make the act something really special always. He's just really happy that someone like you seems to take a liking in him.

- Tries to make you make loud noises, just to try to balance out your general quiet personality - makes him feel a sense of pride knowing HE made YOU moan/whine/you get it...

- Also just naturally acts bratty, tries to make you the Submissive one though - just for the fun. Doesn't mind at all being the sub/bottom tho.

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Werewolf!Ell x Reader fluff please?

Oof, sorry I've delayed this any further than I have already. And thank you for clarifying in DMs this is a fem! Reader. I'll sorta keep this as gender neutral as possible though, mostly because the only time I specify something gender related it's for more nsfw stuff. Sorry its short and not much interaction, I'm having a hard time finding spare time to write rn.

Werewolf! Ell x Fem! Reader

It was a strangely quiet night, way more quiet than it usually would be. It wasn't every night that you would find yourself engulfed with silence, the only thing being heard was the occasional car driving by and the A/C unit buzzing about. The sound of casual late night conversation and the television running downstairs no longer filled the empty void. It would have been concerning if you didn't know prior that Tamara and Tori went out for the night.

And thank whatever good god for that.

You had just gotten into bed, pulling the blankets almost uncomfortably scrunched up to your body as shivers racked your being. Your nose felt cold and there was an almost icy sting in the air. Kind of like you were previously dipped into an ice bath. You almost regret sleeping in just some shorts and a regualr Tshirt you snatched from your girlfriend, Ell.

Speaking of said girlfriend, where was she? You knew of her "problem", but it was more of a minor inconvenience of shedding extra fur around the house and locking the cats out her room for a few nights a month. On nights like this where it was the dead of winter and she was transformed into her fluffy self, it would have been amazing to have her cuddled up to you as you slept tonight.

Especially since she got so warm and was the one who turned on the A/C in the dead of winter in the first place

She took the whole "being a werewolf" thing pretty hard when it initially happened, so scared of herself. So no matter how much Ell wanted to as much as you did, she would not let you come near her until morning. She became larger, easier to aggervate, and easily became stronger than she initially was. Which should have been impossible considering her strength beforehand.

As much as you loved how selfless she was being about the whole ordeal, you desperately needed someone to cling onto. Your feet were cold, your face was cold, and my god you'd be wrong to not take advantage of the fact your girl is probably the most warm thing in this house right now.

Begrudgingly, you slid out of bed and thanked whatever deity existed that you had the room floors replaced with carpet a few months ago instead of the rotting hardwood floor. You tugged on the first oversized hoodie you could get your numbingly cold hands upon (this also belonging to your girlfriend) and quickly shuffled out your room.

Closing your door behind you, you made your way to Ell's room and knocked rather loudly. It was bad enough to be out of bed on a cold night, but you wish you would have brought yourself a small blanket while you waited for an answer from the other side of the door. Not even the comfortable hoodie knit with fleece on the inside was able to put a stop to your trembling limbs.

A groan could be heard from inside the room.

"What do you want, (Y/N)?"

She didn't sound the most pleased, but she still answered. Unlike how other nights she would flat out ignore you.

"It's the dead of winter and the fucking air is blowing as if we are attempting to turn this house into the tundra! Now open that door and let me sleep with you tonight or I swear I'll break this door down myself and tie you down to keep you from escaping. You're literally my only source of warm there," and as if on cue, a shiver ran it's way down your spine.

It was quiet for a decent minute of your time before you heard another more dramatic and drawn out groan come from the other side of the door.

"Come in, don't let Ringo or Tequila in."

[stormblessed95]

Hello, this is the fantasy photoshoot concept anon from before! I absolutely love what concepts you did for the maknae line! And I would love to see the concept you wanted too! If they went a little darker, I think it would blow our minds away. I love books too but I haven't been able to read as much as I want due to certain circumstances. If you have time, I would like to see what you have for the hyung line!

Also, please recommend some books you love. My book nerd heart is gasping for air rn lol.

What is one (or multiple lol) thing about Yoongi that you want to talk about?

I adore Stray Kids. The amount of music they have put out and the fact that a lot of them are very catchy is amazing. I've noticed that when Kpop bands put out an amazing first debut song, it is hard to keep up with the pressure of creating a just as good one. And they do it everytime in my opinion. Felix is what pulled me in and he became my Bias Wrecker, while my Bias is Han! I love the dynamics between all of them and I am watching a certain duo because I can see something possibly developing in the future if that makes any sense (don't think anything is happening rn but they certainly look cognizant of the other. So, hmm.) They have good chemistry, imo, and the way the members pick at them sometimes blows my mind. Keeping my eye peeled definitely lol.

Sorry for the rant! I get happy when talking about things that I love. Have a nice day and stay safe!

Ah! This is fantasy photoshoot concept anon! I forgot to add it in, but I would love to see a post on BTS and the media! It would definitely be interesting!

Welcome back! And okay... if you insist, I will also cast the hyung line as some of my favorite book characters. No need to push so hard 😉

Starting with our leader! Not only does he give me all the prince vibes already, he is our leader and I can just see him as this character sometimes (minus the black hair. I feel like RM has black hair the least in the group lol) Namjoon as Prince Dorian from Throne of Glass

Worldwide Handsome Jin. I cannot think of ANYONE better suited to play literal perfection, literal work of art, so pretty he glows.... Seokjin as The God King, Susebron. No lies the Butter photos made me think of this immediately, he was literally glowing he looked so good

Yoongi with blonde hair will sometimes give me Rowan Whitethorn vibes. Also sometimes with his personality too. Also from the throne of glass series. Someone get Yoongi a hawk to pose with for a shoot too, I would literally DIE

And finally, J-hope as one of my all time favorite characters with one of the sweetest and kindest hearts, best smile and essentially the most handsome man in the entire series... lol I can see Hobi as Adolin Kholin from Stormlight Archive. He would slay in that role. I would honestly love to see Hobi with a giant sword too. Plus Adolin and Kaladin (who I did for JK) have the best bromance ever and I feel like that translates to the 2 of them in real life as well lol

And let me just indulge for JUST A MOMENT my love for paranormal werewolf novels (no, its nothing like a/b/o fanfics.... sorry) and do a jikook as Joe and Ox one too. Sorry, not sorry. I love this series too and while they are very different personality wise, I can also see them cuddled up together and with the rest of their bangtan pack too always.

I'm so sorry for all of you who don't care about this at all, but this was so fun for me 🤣😂 You can find the maknae line in my last post about fantasy concepts. Here is the link for that ask with the maknae line characters:

Anon, if you are comfortable enough to DM me you should and I can give better book recs that way! I have lots, just gotta know what you tend to like to read. Same for anyone else who wants any. For now, I did enjoy and love the books I casted the members in. So those were:

Stormlight Archive series by Brandon Sanderson

The Grishaverse Trilogy by Leigh Bardugo (i enjoyed the spin off books from this series even more)

Caraval trilogy by Stephanie Garber (spin off staring Jacks, aka Jimin, coming soon)

Throne of Glass series by Sarah J Maas

Warbreaker by Brandon Sanderson

Wolfsong by T.J. Klune

And again, if you are comfortable DMing me, I would love some Stray Kids song recs from you as well!

And I will definitely add How BTS is treated unfairly by the Media to my list of blog posts to write at some point 😅

Thanks for coming back and for the super fun asks! I greatly enjoyed them! Sorry again for the hundreds of you I know don't really care lol I did say bookish posts might pop up on this blog every now and then. I did warn you!

[excitedlysuffering]

Can you do that headcanon collection thing for Kiba please? Thank you very much

I’m so sorry for the wait I’m really struggling with inspiration rn like I have all the words but I just can’t write?? Anyways I hope you like nonnie❤️✨

Kiba Headcanons Collection

What He Looks For In An S/O~

Someone who appreciates animals. Of course, dogs are his favorites, but he doesn’t hate animals at all, not even cats.

Someone wild who knows how to have a good time, just like Kiba. He won’t enjoy dating a square, just being honest.

He wants a woman who’s not afraid to stand on her own two; the Inuzuka clan is primarily a matriarchy, meaning he’s used to strong-willed women.

He’s going to need an emotionally open person, he pretty much wears his heart out on his sleeve, so Kiba needs someone who can articulate their feelings.

He’s a possessive person, it’s in his nature, so a patient s/o would suit him best.

The saying ‘she’s beauty, she’s grace, she’ll kick you in the face’ is literally everything he’d ever want.

I can see him with someone smaller than him just because he has a thing for size differences.

He loves confidence and would swoon if his s/o took charge sometimes, in daily life, and in the bedroom.

Kiba is big on physical affection, so someone with the same love for touch is preferable.

Kiba leaves constant hickeys and you can’t convince me otherwise, so they’d best be used to it.

Akamaru has to like you. Period.

Relationship With Kiba Stuff~

This boy loves HARD, like with his whole heart, and he’s not afraid to show it either.

He’ll love taking you out on adventurous outdoorsy dates, usually, Akamaru will come with but every once in a while it might be the two of you.

He likes games and challenges. I could definitely see him turning a treasure hunt into a date.

He actually loves going on missions with you (there’s nothing sexier than watching his girl kick ass) and will let you do your thing without unnecessary worrying.

He’s not huge on giving gifts all the time, but he does enjoy treating you to nice places and dates.

He has the nose of a dog. So he can smell your… week before you even know it’s there.

“Hey, (Y/N)... I, uh, thought you could use this!” *shoves snacks, a heating pad, ice cream, and a teddy bear in your arms*

He’s not the greatest at picking up on moods, but once he figures it out he’ll be all over it.

You’re probably good friends with Hana and Tsume, which Kiba appreciates, even though he hates sharing you.

He definitely takes you to see the dogs and the puppies, especially when one is just born.

He’s unashamedly sensitive like just love him, please.

How To Annoy/Lose Him~

First of all, if Akamaru and you don’t get along. Akamaru was there from birth so, you know, if he doesn’t like you, sorry hun.

It’s one thing to be appropriately possessive, like not letting girls walk all over you to your man, but he does have female friends and he does not want to be caged.

If you’re not family-oriented. The Inuzuka clan is very much a pack family and everyone is very close.

Don’t ignore him or neglect him, he will be hurt.

Kiba enjoys playful banter, but he also knows where the line is and he expects you to as well

Being a genuinely rude person. Okay, yes, Kiba has anger management issues, but he’s not a mean person.

Not having compassion/empathy for others. It’ll disturb him, I promise.

Arrogance and vanity. Kiba knows he’s the shit alright, but he’s not a total jerk about it, and he expects the same from you.

Soft Kiba Things~

He’s actually pretty good at remembering things like important dates (thanks to his trusty calendar) so you’ll be hard-pressed to find him forgetting things like birthdays or anniversaries.

He has a dog plush toy that he will give to you when he’s off on missions. But when you’re off on missions, he’ll use your pillow since it smells like you.

He’s a huge cuddler and the position doesn’t matter as long as he’s close to you. (makes an adorable little spoon btw)

He definitely has a secret photo album/box full of candids, drawings from Sai, and little things that reminded him of you (i.e. a pretty flower, a quote, or a trinket) but he’d rather die than let it be found, it would ruin his bad-boy persona.

I feel like Kiba would like to feed you every once in a while. Like not in a weird, fetish way (iykyk) but a romantic thing that was rare?

He would love to train with you, like wow that’s my s/o and they’re so strong?

Kiba genuinely melts inside when he sees you and Akamaru interact. Like that’s his life long companion and the love of his life being friends? Woah.

He’s touch starved but for no reason at all except for the fact that he loves physical affection so please give him all the cuddles.

Random Kiba Facts~

His love languages are physical touch/quality time.

He’s not scared of thunderstorms in a traditional way, but just like dogs, the sounds and lightning are overstimulating and he’ll usually spend it with ear canceling headphones and in the basement.

Since everyone has a unique natural smell (he really liked yours) he’ll most likely complain if you wear heavily scented perfumes/body wash.

He knows he’s not naturally responsible so he creates detailed lists and schedules for himself.

Kiba has a perfectly working bed, but he always ended up on the floor so that’s where he sleeps now.

Contrary to popular belief, he likes to go as vampires for Halloween (he says he’s a werewolf 364 days of the year let him have one day) because of his fangs and ‘drop-dead beauty’ (his words).

He radiates heat like a furnace but somehow still finds a way to be cold at night?

Kiba has a good singing voice. It’s deep and melodious and no one can tell me differently.

He’s alright at regular cooking but amazing at gathering spices because he can smell the combinations and stuff so he’ll help you season things, but that’s about it.

He’s a huge overthinker please help him

Little Things~

Favorite:

Place to kiss: The space where your neck meets your shoulder, something about it just really riles him up.

Way to hug: He loves lifting you up so your legs wrap around his waist. He loves holding you and being able to kiss your neck.

Thing to do with you: He loves hiking or going on long walks, especially at sunset or sunrise.

Cuddle position: He actually loves to lay on your chest and listen to your heartbeat with your arms wrapped around him.

Type of date: Basically anything that includes physical activity or adventure.

This or That:

More of a spring person, a lot of new puppies are born then and the weather is finally nice again.

Morning kind of guy, he loves to go go go and his activities usually require daylight.

He likes to cook, even if he’s not that good at it. He’ll enjoy helping you in the kitchen.

Rarely reads for any reason. Don’t read to him either, he’ll be super bored.

Conflict Happenings~

The two of you will probably have more stupid ‘I’m right, you’re wrong’ type arguments, more than real fights tbh.

That is not to say that Kiba won’t participate in a fight. Cause he will.

The both of you are probably screaming so loudly no one knows what anyone is saying it’s just loud.

You getting mad will turn him on tbh (and vice versa too tbh)

Depending on how bad the fight is, he might just start making out with you or yell at you more for distracting him with your hotness.

You’ll be hard-pressed to make him back down during a fight if he’s truly heated, so pick your battles wisely hun.

He really can be sensitive, especially since he will value your opinion so much, so be careful with your words.

In general, he’s not really focused on hurting your feelings, more on winning the argument.

Will probably storm off for a while to calm down, but he is always back before the day is over.

The two of you are used to having fights like that, so a big cuddle session is in order when it’s all said and done.

Modern Kiba~

He’s definitely the sexy bad boy you couldn’t bring home to mother and he both owns and rocks his persona.

He secretly (not so secretly) likes dogs more than his peers, even if he is usually very social.

He’s the one who always manages to bring alcohol to the parties.

I could see him on a football or soccer team, and being really good too.

He’s charismatic, funny, good looking, street smart, and has all the It Man™ qualities and I know he’s the captain/president of some club or team.

He’s not naturally super smart but his mother ingrained good habits into him so he’s generally pretty good at studying, probably still has a tutor though.

He’s a very subtle F-boy, has a few girls he does regularly that don’t know about each other and that’s that.

He probably has a part-time job at a shelter, since he’s not big on working.

Always at parties and is always the center of attention. Everyone loves him.

The red fangs were a result of him being absolutely hammered yet everyone seemed to find them incredibly hot.

He’s a loyal friend, but he also won’t hesitate to cut you off if you wrong him (he liked his dog better anyway)

He’s so messy it’s up to his roommate to keep him in shape, and thankfully it’s Shino, who somehow manages to keep it a decently tidy living space.

Has the worst hangovers ever but still never learns??

He’s the wild friend that spices up everyone’s life and knows that you need his craziness.

Bite me, Kiba, plz

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

Could yall rec some platonic or poly pack cuddling fics? I need some fluff in my life rn

Here’s some puppy piles! - Anastasia

(Life Can Do) Terrible Things by junebug13669

(2/? I 3,291 I Teen I Sterek I MCD)

It's Junior Year for the wolf pack of Beacon Hills, CA! Unfortunately, in this universe, that means danger, destruction and bodily harm. Add new students Aiden and Ethan Whelan and CoraLee Smith into the mix and there's not enough Adderall in the world that can make this SNAFU okay again.

Cold-Blooded by RealityXIllusion

(1/2 I 5,142 I Teen I No Pairing)

It’s winter break of gang’s sophomore year, and while out on a large lake on the Hale’s property ice skating commences.ORThat was Stiles' plan at least.

5 times Stiles didn't like the idea of being a parent and one time he did by Mellow (SweetCandy)

(1/1 I 8,257 I General I Sterek)

Stiles Stilinski hates many things.Spiders, Crocs, simple gramma mistakes (“Scott, you’re stands for you are and not that something belongs to you, is that so hard to understand?!”), double dippers, deniers of science, overly religious people who discriminate others because of their religious beliefs, burnt popcorn, people that don’t eat silently, the kind of neighbors that decide 7am on a Saturday is the ideal time to mow their lawn with the obnoxiously loud lawnmower, people who abuse animals and don’t appreciate dogs, cat people, marriage, he also hates every kind of troublemaking supernatural creatures, and of course, Kate and Gerard Argent as well as any kind of Hunter.The only reason the Argents and other Hunters aren’t at the top of his lists of things he hates is because there’s one thing that he hates even more. It disgusts him really and he tries to avoid those who suffer from that kind of parasite, mostly so he can avoid the parasite itself.The number 1 thing he hates: Children and pregnancies.

Or:

During Allison's pregnancy, Stiles repeatedly realizes why he doesn't want to be a parent, of course, Derek has to prove him different!

The Beacon Hills Dead Mothers Society by narceus

(1.1 I 12,418 I Teen I No Pairing I MCD)

Deucalion really does kill Melissa. Everything changes. That's life, though, everything always changes, and there's no stopping that.

Other things stay the same. Like pancakes.

28 Days Later by Marcielles_Musings

(4/? I 13,049 I Mature I Sterek I MCD)

Before the stories of the virus spread, everyone had thought that zombies and a zombie apocalypse would be cool.

It would be a chance for the paranoid, video-gamers and those prepared for anything to shine and save the day. But once the closest thing to an actual zombie apocalypse happens... well, no one makes jokes about it anymore.

Aching for you by LittleRedEmissary

(22/22 I 45,416 I Teen I Sterek)

When Stiles tries to cast a protection spell on Derek and accidentally casts a spell much stronger than either of them expected, the duo has to relearn everything that they've learned about protecting the pack, because the old methods won't do anymore. With the infamous Winchesters coming to town Derek hopes that the hunters will just drive through town, but the pack has never been good that laying low.

One for All by orphan_account

(13/21 I 68,630 I Mature I Sterek)

"Peter Hale and Kate Argent laid dead in the earth. Derek became the Alpha, stripping Peter of his powers. Erica Reyes, Vernon Boyd, Jackson Whittemore, and Isaac Lahey were now werewolves. Derek seemed to be building a brand new Pack for Beacon Hills. Scott’s control was waning, with no Alpha or girlfriend to anchor him.Life couldn’t get worse for Stiles Stilinksi."

After taking the bite in order to help Scott find an anchor after Peter's death, Stiles finds himself as the newest member of Derek Hale's Pack.

While trying to bind together the group of misfits, each suffering from their own brand of despair, Stiles becomes more to the Pack than just another werewolf. He becomes the heart of the pack and the Right Hand of the Alpha himself, with all the power and responsibilities that come with it.

Yet, as Stiles navigates the complexities of living the everyday life of a werewolf, he finds himself as the target of a force greater than he could have ever imagined. A force, unknowingly to him, responsible for the atrocities not only to his own family but to the family of his newfound Mate.

Like hell would Stiles let that stand.

First You Have to Paddle Like a Pup by tryslora

(36/36 I 130,954 I Mature I Danny/Jackson)

Jackson doesn't feel right in his own skin anymore, and he's damn sure that moving to London isn't going to change that. While his parents leave Beacon Hills, Jackson stays and starts to build a new life as a wolf.