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Jinx with a drummer!reader

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Jinx x gn!reader

cw: mildly suggestive themes

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Jinx would absolutely think that playing the drums is easy at first.

She thought it was cool, but she wasn’t overly impressed.

That was until she heard you play.

Cue her raised eyebrows and curious smirk.

She tries it for herself just to make sure, but once she realizes that her playing doesn’t sound even remotely close to yours, that seals the deal.

This made her have a more analytical approach while watching you play. She wanted to understand the complexity of playing the drums.

She started noticing the rhythm and coordination, the timekeeping, the patterns and techniques, and it fascinated her.

She definitely appreciated your skill more after that.

Jinx would randomly come over, take a seat on the stool, and start hitting your drums as a way to relieve her tension.

She likes how the percussions drown out the voices, similar to her bombs.

So you let her, but a part of you would be worried about her damaging the set with how angry she could get.

She actually cracked your cymbal once and almost cried.

– “I didn’t mean to! I swear, I didn’t mean to!”

You had to comfort and reassure her that it happens sometimes, even to you.

She helped you repair it, of course, but she still gifted you a replacement for good measure.

After this, Jinx wanted you to teach her how to play. She said she was just itching to pick up a new skill, but she mostly wanted to learn how to properly care for your drum set so she could keep using it without the fear of damaging it.

She listens attentively while you show her the basics.

With her newfound understanding, she’s actually not half bad for a beginner. She picked up the rhythm quickly, and she already had natural coordination.

But this just inflated her ego.

– “Ha! Told you it was easy.”

She doesn’t mean what she says, she just loves to tease you.

You keep your worn-out drumsticks for her to snap in half when she gets upset.

The sight of you playing the drums turns her on.

The way you sit on your stool, looking so laid-back and confident. The way your arms tense ever so slightly as you play so effortlessly, lost in your own world.

It’s over if you start spinning your drumstick between your fingers.

Whenever she catches you lying on your stomach, she will pounce and start “drumming” on your backside.

You’ve become used to it after a while, so you just continue whatever you were doing and let her do her thing.

She will sometimes sit on your lap while you play, not caring if it distracts you. She just wants to be close.

Or she will straddle your lap and start kissing your neck, smirking to herself as she hears your playing falter while you get lost in the sensation.

– “Don’t mind me. Continue,” she’d murmur against your neck.

– “You’re such a tease.”

Jinx was slightly jealous when you told her about your small band. She wanted you all to herself, after all.

But, surprisingly, she didn’t try to pull you away from it either. She knew how much being able to express yourself through your music meant to you.

So, she settled on being there for you during your rehearsals.

She was, of course, analyzing the band’s dynamics, too, and taking notes of how the other members treat you.

Each glance, touch, and praise from them ignited her jealousy, but she remained collected, wanting to trust you.

But she’ll remind you, in more ways than one, that you’re hers after the rehearsal.

Jinx was the one to convince Silco to let your small band play at The Last Drop.

She wanted you to get some recognition, and she also wanted to show you off.

Silco protested at first, wanting only the best of the best to play at the bar, but her relentless arguments finally made him crack.

She obviously helped you transport your drum set and get set up.

The night of your first gig, you were nervous—and that’s putting it lightly. You didn’t want to disappoint the Eye of Zaun, after all.

But Jinx kept reassuring you, and when it was time for you to play, she was right there in the front row.

The patrons’ curious eyes had your heart thudding in your chest, but once you caught a glimpse of her soft and comforting gaze, nothing else mattered.

You let go of your inhibitions and started the show, quickly getting lost in your own world.

Seeing you let go of your fear and allowing yourself to enjoy the moment was beautiful to witness, and her eyes glimmered with pride as she tucked her lower lip between her teeth.

She didn’t care for the other band members. Her focus was solely on you. She knew that you were the one setting the tempo.

Her cheers could be heard over the hectic atmosphere of The Last Drop. The usually mysterious ‘loose cannon’ aggressively bobbing her head to the music was definitely a sight to see.

Once the gig was over, she ran up to you and kissed you passionately, unable to contain her excitement anymore.

Silco was impressed with how well you did and allowed you to continue playing from time to time.

Some things never change, and Jinx is always there to support you.

She also became your personal stylist, helping you put together outfits for each show.

– “You’re famous now, you have to look the part!”

You were definitely not famous—recognizable at best—but you appreciated her gesture.

She had Silco buy you a drum set to keep at The Last Drop so you didn’t have to worry about transporting your own each time.

He deducted it from your pay behind her back, but you didn’t have the heart to tell her.

She definitely marked your new drum set with her signature drawings.

She has a stash of drumsticks in her hideout in case you run out, and she’s so pleased with herself when it proves to be helpful.

She often asks you to play random sounds.

– “Oh! Oh! Play ‘ba dum tss’.”

And she laughs once you do as if it’s the funniest thing ever.

She gets her own private shows while she tinkers, and it always amazes you how she can maintain her focus while you play.

Whenever you mess up or get frustrated while learning a new song, Jinx is right there to comfort you.

She understands the pain of trial and error and what it’s like to not feel up to par, so she’s determined to chase those thoughts away from your mind.

– “You’re amazing, toots. Don’t ever doubt that. You’ll master it in no time, I know it.”

She would help you crack the pattern, and the both of you jump up and down in excitement once you finally learn it.

It’s safe to say that Jinx is your number one supporter.

[hyuckiefluff]

tease | lee haechan

pairing: lee haechan x f!reader genre: enemies-ish to lovers, college au word count: 5.8k+ summary: Playing spin the bottle definitely wasn't what you had envisioned for your first college party. And the last person you expected to see was Lee Haechan. But life has a funny way of throwing surprises at you, and this time it came in the form of the bottle landing on some drunk dude who dared you to kiss Haechan. warnings: oral (m receiving), fngering, cursing, drinking, hc calls reader princess a/n: rushed this one a bit to post it on time for haechan’s bday :D i hope you enjoy! and happy birthday my haechan ilysm baby! - i recommend listening to sweat by zayn while reading

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"New girl… what was your name... oh right.. Y/N” the guy's words stumbled out of his mouth, clearly too many drinks deep into the night. He was trying so hard to formulate a single coherent thought, but his speech was all over the place. And there you sat, legs crossed, waiting for whatever command he was about to throw at you.

"You should, ehm... uh… oh I know… you should kiss the person in front of you," he slurred, barely able to keep his eyes open.

You tensed up when the words left his mouth. You expected having to kiss someone in this game but you weren’t all that excited or open to the idea. Sure, you could've just taken a shot and avoided the whole ordeal, but you had already declined way too many requests and had knocked back enough shots for the night. Plus, your friend had disappeared into the crowd a while ago, leaving you to fend for yourself. You didn't want to push your drinking limit any further.

But honestly, the mere thought of kissing anyone at that moment felt too awkward. You didn't know a single person in this circle, and the boys surrounding you seemed ready to pounce at the opportunity. The uncomfortable feeling in the pit of your stomach grew stronger. And just when you thought things couldn't get any worse, someone sauntered into the circle, nudging the guy who had been in front of you aside, without a single word of protest. It was as if the universe itself conspired to make the situation even more complicated because there he was, in all his glory, Lee Haechan.

Let me give you a short backstory. Haechan was one of your brother's closest friends, and you practically grew up with him. Well, maybe "in his shadow" is a more accurate description. His larger-than-life personality always overshadowed your shy self whenever you were in the same room. And there was also the teasing. Haechan took great pleasure in getting under your skin. While most of your brother's friends ignored you, Haechan found it amusing to embarrass you at every opportunity. He'd mock your fashion choices and poke fun at your taste in music. Basically, anything he could find that was worthy of a good tease, he'd go for it. Sure, you'll admit that you were a bit of an awkward kid back then, spending most of your time holed up in your room, jamming out to some obscure indie band, and wearing some questionable outfits (you can totally blame your mom for that until you turned 13). 

Anyway, let's just say Lee Haechan wasn't exactly the friendliest face in your memory bank.

It’s been two whole years since you last laid eyes on him, and you honestly thought you'd never have to see him again. Your big brother mentioned that Haechan went off to "some college" out of town, so you assumed your paths would never cross. But your brother also conveniently forgot to mention the crucial detail that Haechan had actually managed to get into your top-choice university. Yes, the very same one you had been raving about since the idea of higher education even entered your mind. Thank you for the heads up, big bro.

Now you were sitting here, about to lose your mind because the first time you’re meeting Haechan after all this time, you're being dared to kiss him...in front of all these people too. There was no way you could do this. Your hesitance was impossible to hide, and everyone seemed to notice. But Haechan, being Haechan, couldn't resist making a comment about it. Of course.

“She won’t do it.” He said, taking a casual sip from his drink. 

Though he pretty much spoke your thoughts out loud, you still paused and looked at him raising an eyebrow. You would've shrugged it off, but there was no way you were going to let Haechan continue teasing you like that in college. You were too grown and fed up to allow him to treat you that way.

“And why won’t she?” You asked, crossing your arms.

He chuckled “Because she doesn’t have it in her.” He said the words slowly to taunt you. 

Maybe it was the fact that he was talking as if you weren’t in the room, or that he seemed so sure that you were too much of a coward to kiss him but before you could stop yourself you started crawling up to him. The circle of people around you suddenly more interested in your every move. Now you were kneeling in between Haechan’s sprawled legs, so close to his face that you could smell the mix of alcohol with his cologne. He put down his drink, the look of bore left his eyes and he perked up a little at your sudden closeness. Without giving yourself time to cower away you closed the distance between your lips. You didn’t miss the slight flinch of surprise he gave when your lips touched, he really wasn’t expecting you to go through with it.

Haechan would sooner be caught dead than admit it but he really enjoyed getting a rise out of you. It gave him this weird rush whenever he saw you getting all flustered or even a little pissed off. Sure, you were usually the shy and soft-spoken type, but deep down, there was a side to you that had some fight in it. It wasn't something you showed to just anyone, but he had managed to bring it out of you on more than one occasion.

He never in a million years expected seeing you at this party. It had been a while since he even thought about you. So, when he spotted you in the crowd, he was completely caught off guard. He watched you intently all night, trying to figure out if it was actually you. It hadn't been that long since he last saw you, but there was something distinctly different about you. You were engaged in lively conversations, your laughter floating through the air. It was a stark contrast to the image he had of you in his head.

He only remembers how reserved you were, back then you weren't able to have a full conversation with him or even hold eye contact. So, when he ended up sitting in front of you, teasing you like he always did, he never expected you to do anything more than maybe give him some attitude and walk away. But man, did you flip the script on him.

Before Haechan could even process what was happening, there you were, on your knees in front of him. His attention instinctively went to your tongue darting across your lips, that simple action getting him way too excited. Before he had a chance to react, your lips were already on his. The kiss started off slow, like a cautious test drive. Haechan could tell you weren't exactly planning to go this far, he could sense that hint of hesitance in your every move.

This wasn't the kind of kiss he usually went for. He liked them rough, the kind that leaves you breathless. But, there was something about you taking charge that had him intrigued. Even though it was a simple kiss with no crazy fireworks, it managed to get both your hearts racing.

Your hands went to his chin to keep him in place while your lips fumbled in a slow rhythm that had Haechan going kinda crazy inside. He had to fight hard to keep his cool, resisting the urge to grab you and kiss you back as hard as he wanted to. His hands stayed glued to the floor. He was scared that if he touched you, he wouldn't be able to stop himself, and also because his palms were suddenly a sweaty mess and he doubted you’d like that.

You tilted his head back a bit causing his mouth to slack open. With this new access, your tongue shyly ventured into his mouth, as if following an instinctive cue. Haechan also took a chance and nibbled on your lower lip, causing a soft whimper to escape your lips. The sound made his whole body tense up. Your hands roamed from his chin to the back of his head, testing the waters by gently tugging on his hair. That's when an involuntary grunt slipped out of Haechan's mouth, snapping you both back to reality.

As you pulled away, his eyes slowly fluttered open. Yours immediately darted to his slightly swollen lips, tinged with the color of your lipstick. Acting on some unknown impulse, you brushed your thumb against his lips wiping off the lipstick. He glanced at your finger and then met your gaze again, his eyes filled with an intensity that made your breath hitch. You said nothing and wiped the remnants of lipstick from your finger onto his clean white undershirt, all while maintaining unwavering eye contact. 

You stood up, trying not to make it too obvious that your legs were weaker than before. Seeing the slightly shocked and amused faces of everyone around you would’ve scared younger you into running away but you didn’t feel intimidated at all. 

"I'm gonna grab a new drink," you announced, giving Haechan one final glance before making your way out.

Of course, you didn't actually head to the drinks table like you said you would. Instead, you dashed straight for the bathroom, your heart racing like a herd of wild horses. Closing the door behind you and allowing yourself a moment to process everything that just happened and pretty much freak out.

"Have you lost your damn mind, Y/N?" you scolded your reflection in the mirror, the harsh reality staring right back at you. Disheveled hair, smudged lipstick, and that dazed look in your eyes, mirroring the same one that Haechan had after the kiss. Letting out a heavy sigh, you rested your hands on the edge of the sink, reluctantly admitting to yourself that the kiss wasn't half bad. Who would've thought? Haechan, your tormentor, sure knew how to kiss. His lips felt downright amazing against yours, and the taste…  a mix of alcohol with a subtle sweetness that lingered on your lips, intoxicating your thoughts as you unconsciously replayed the moment over and over in your mind.

But before you could fully immerse yourself, the bathroom door swung open with a force, causing you to yelp in surprise. In your mortification, you had completely forgotten to lock the damn door. Oh, how you wished you had because to your horror, the intruder turned out to be none other than Haechan himself. His surprise at finding you in the bathroom was evident, though you couldn't help but wonder if he had followed you all the way here.

"You could've found a better hiding spot, you know," he jeered, leaning casually against the wall, his eyes meeting yours through the mirror's reflection.

"I wasn't hiding, Haechan. Can't a girl have some privacy in the bathroom?" you fired back.

"Sorry, it's just that you looked a little frustrated when you left, princess," he taunted, his words dripping with a mixture of amusement and something else you couldn't quite put your finger on.

"Quit calling me that" you shot back, irritation lacing your voice.

Haechan merely shrugged, his teasing smile still intact. "You're right. A princess doesn't run away like that after a kiss," he continued to taunt, enjoying the effect his words had on you.

"I didn't run away," you retorted, trying to maintain your composure. "But I don't need to explain myself to you anyway, so get out, Donghyuck," you said, turning around to face him with a glare.

His teasing demeanor faltered for a moment, a flicker of genuine surprise crossing his face at the use of his actual name. "Wow, it's been a while since anyone called me that. I like the way you say it," he admitted, attempting to lighten the mood. However, seeing your unamused expression, he raised his hands in surrender. "Come on, the kiss wasn't even that bad. You don't have to be embarrassed. Though it was so short, I couldn't really judge it properly."

"Pity, because you're never gonna get another chance," you replied, determination seeping into your voice as you turned your back to him.

Haechan studied you silently, his gaze fixed on your figure. There was a brief pause, a moment where the air between you seemed to thicken with anticipation. Slowly, he closed the distance between you, his proximity making you grip the edges of the sink tighter. He position his hands next to yours, his larger frame enveloping yours. Through the reflection in the mirror, his eyes locked onto yours. 

With a hushed voice, he leaned in close to your ear, his warm breath grazing your skin as he whispered, "We'll see about that."

The weight of his words hung in the air as he held your gaze for a moment longer. Then, with one final look, he pulled away, leaving you alone with your racing thoughts.

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A few days went by until you saw Haechan again at another party. It was insane how quickly you were getting invited to these things. Your social life went from zero to a hundred really quick. Things were finally looking up, and you were having a blast, making more friends along the way.

But of course, there he was—Haechan, lurking in the shadows like some lingering ghost. It felt like he was always in your peripheral vision, pretending he wasn't staring at you. Seriously, why couldn't he just go away? You made up your mind that finding someone else to hang out with would be the perfect way to shake off his annoying presence. Preferably someone who didn't get a kick out of teasing you mercilessly.

Just when you were mulling over your thoughts, a smooth voice broke through the noise from behind you. "Hey there, what's a beautiful girl like you doing all alone?"

You turned to face him and recognized him was one of the players from the spin the bottle game

 "Actually, I'm looking for my friend. She vanished into thin air, it seems," you replied, trying not to sound too awkward. Small talk was never your strong suit, especially with extremely attractive guys.

He nodded, laughing softly,  "Well, I can help you find her, but only if you dance with me."

You considered it for a moment, thinking it might be exactly the distraction you needed. "Sure, why not? Lead the way," you said, setting your drink aside and taking his hand as he guided you to the center of the room where people were dancing.

"I'm Jeno, by the way," he introduced himself, leaning in closer to your ear so you could hear him over the music.

You shouted back, "Nice to meet you, Jeno. I'm Y/N." He responded with an adorable eye smile, and you couldn't help but smile back.

In those few fleeting minutes with Jeno, you were already smitten. He was far more polite and considerate than the typical guys you had encountered in college so far. At first, there was definitely an air of slight intimidation surrounding him, probably because of his tall muscular frame and silver blonde hair, but as you danced together, he showed his soft and kind nature. His hands rested firmly on your hips, providing just the right amount of contact without encroaching on your personal space. As you felt more comfortable in his arms, you entwined your hands behind his neck, and only then he pulled you closer. The swift movement caused a gentle collision against his solid chest, confirming what you had suspected earlier—Jeno was no stranger to the gym. His white shirt was clinging to him in all the right places and you had to force yourself to look away before he caught you staring.

As the music played and your bodies moved against each other, Jeno leaned close to your ear once again. "You know... during the spin the bottle game, I was annoyed," he confessed.

Confused, you raised an eyebrow. "Why's that?"

"Because I was supposed to get that kiss from you, before that guy came and took my chance," he explained, his expression adorably pouting to emphasize his disappointment. 

Smiling at his confession, you couldn't help but tease him playfully. "Well, what if I told you I would've rather kissed you?"

His eyes lit up with delight, and you realized that he reminded you of a puppy. Jeno took your words as an invitation and slowly closed the gap between your faces, his lips barely grazing yours. But before the moment could fully unfold, the music abruptly stopped, and a crashing sound cut through the crowd. Turning your gaze over Jeno's shoulder, you saw chaos near the table where the sound system had been set up. 

The whole display had been knocked over, and the DJ  was engaged in a heated argument with another person. The other guy had his back to you, but you recognized that posture and when he turned his head to the side you confirmed who it was. Lee Haechan, his face contorted in anger as he flipped off the other guy who just kept yelling at him. His scorn only intensified when his eyes locked with yours, taking in the sight of you entangled with Jeno.

"What's going on over there?" you muttered to yourself, unable to tear your eyes away from the scene.

"Just some drunk jerk making a mess," Jeno replied, glancing back at you. 

You wished you could have resumed where you left off with him, but the interruption had shattered the moment. Not to mention, Haechan's piercing gaze lingered in your mind making you feel somewhat uneasy.

"Uh... I'm kind of thirsty. I should get a drink," you said, trying to find an excuse to escape the overwhelming atmosphere.

"I'll get it for you," Jeno offered, flashing a quick smile before heading off to fetch the drink. As he disappeared into the crowd, you ran your fingers through your hair, feeling the heat rising within you. The intensity of the almost-kiss and Haechan's intense stare made it hard to catch your breath. You needed a moment alone, away from the suffocating crowd.

You made your way to the bathroom upstairs, your go-to escape room. However, as you reached the door, you discovered it was locked, and the lewd sounds coming from inside let you know it wouldn’t be available for a while. Frustrated, you let out a sigh and glanced around, hoping to find another bathroom. Knocking on each door along the hallway, you realized that most of them were locked too, leaving little doubt as to what was happening inside.

Just as you were about to give up, the door at the end of the hallway swung open when you tried it, and you immediately slipped into the room discreetly. Closing the door behind you, you breathed a sigh of relief, grateful for this temporary escape. You stepped into the bathroom and splashed water on your face and neck, trying to cool yourself down. Staring at your reflection in the mirror, you couldn't help but feel frustrated with yourself for allowing Haechan to disrupt your thoughts once again. You hadn't even exchanged a single word with him tonight, yet he managed to occupy your mind so intensely. The realization hit you like a ton of bricks, and with a shake of your head, you resolved to leave the bathroom and rejoin Jeno, who was probably wondering where you had run off to.

But to your surprise and horror, someone stood on the balcony. You hadn't even realized the room had a balcony when you entered. The figure seemed unaware of your presence. So you attempted to make a silent exit, and almost succeeded until you accidentally tripped over a trash can. Wow, you really needed to pay better attention to your surroundings.

"Y/N?" a familiar voice called out, the one that had been haunting your thoughts just moments ago. Frozen in place, you debated whether to make a run for it. Surely he wouldn't stop you, right? He wouldn't chase after you... would he?

"Haechan..." you sighed, your tone conveying your frustration at seeing him. 

"Are you stalking me or something?," he asked, his teasing tone cutting through the tense air. You rolled your eyes at the absurd suggestion.

"Shouldn't I be the one asking that? It seems like you're always popping up wherever I go… first the game, then the bathroom, and now here," you retorted, counting off the instances on your fingers. "What are you even doing here?" You gestured around the room, emphasizing your point.

"I could ask you the same thing. Weren't you just getting cozy with that Kendoll downstairs?" he asked, hands nonchalantly tucked into his pockets as he gradually closed the distance between you. Now, up close, you could see him clearly. He wore a black graphic t-shirt with the words 'they come, they go,' and his jeans were ripped on the thighs. His hair was also somewhat styled. It was clear that he had put some effort into his appearance, unlike his usual messy style.

"You didn't answer my question," you persisted, fighting off the nerves that his proximity was starting to stir.

"Well, this happens to be my birthday party," he revealed, a hint of satisfaction in his voice at seeing the slight shock in your face.

"Oh… uhm… happy birthday," you awkwardly mumbled. His closeness now forced you to tilt your head upward, despite the height advantage your heels provided.

"Anyway, why did you make a scene at your own birthday party?" you asked, trying to kill the awkward silence and stepping away slightly to regain some personal space.

You made your way to the balcony, craving the fresh air as a relief from the intensity of the room.

"I guess you could say I wasn't vibing with the atmosphere, the music, the people... especially the people," he replied, his words hinting at something that you couldn't quite grasp.

"Hm, well, I was actually having a good time for once," you replied, leaning against the balcony rail. He mirrored your posture, but instead of gazing out at the street ahead, he fixed his gaze on you.

"Yeah, I could see that. So, who's your new boy-jock-friend?" he asked, his words dripping with sarcasm and… jealousy? You turned your head to the side, squinting incredulously at the ridiculous nickname he had given Jeno.

"His name is Jeno, and he's actually a really nice guy," you clarified.

"Is that so?," he hummed, his expression pensive. His lack of a proper response prompted you to look at him again, only to find him struggling to suppress a stupid grin.

"What, Haechan?" you demanded, growing tired of his antics.

"Nothing, just...I was wondering if you even like guys like that,"  he asked, shrugging.

"Why does it matter to you?" you shot back, your voice tinged with annoyance.

"It doesn't," he replied nonchalantly, but there was a subtle shift in his demeanor as he closed the distance between you. The intensity in his gaze mirrored the way he had looked at you after your first kiss. "But I know you don't like him." He whispered that into your ear, now standing directly behind you. 

Caught off guard by his statement, you instinctively turned around to face him. Bad idea.

"You're wrong," you managed to reply, though the pitch change in your voice betrayed your nervousness. His amusement grew as he leaned against the balcony rail, his hands positioned on either side of you.

"Then answer this..." he began, his hand gently brushing a stray strand of hair behind your ear before cupping your chin, tilting it ever so slightly, "Why are you here with me instead of with him?"

You were at a loss for words. He was right. You should have been downstairs with Jeno, dancing some more, perhaps even kissing him. Yet, there you stood with this fool, your gaze inexplicably drawn to his lips and the way they moved, and how he unconsciously wet them every few seconds.

"Nothing to say?" he teased, his nose grazing against yours, and you couldn't help but close your eyes, knowing deep down that you were about to do something completely crazy. "I think we-"

"Shut up," you blurted out, unable to hold back any longer, and you closed the gap between your lips in a frenzy. The kiss was anything but slow this time; it was a messy collision of longing and pent-up tension that had been brewing for days. All the warning signs you put for yourself to stay away from Lee Haechan felt irrelevant now.

Your hands found their way into Haechan's hair, pulling on the strands as you tried to make him groan just like before. But this time, he surprised you by firmly gripping your thighs and seating you on the balcony rail. The cool metal against your bare skin made you shiver, but the sensation was quickly overridden by the warmth of Haechan's touch. The kiss grew more intense, a mess of lips and tongues, bites, sucks, and a chorus of eager sounds that escaped from both of you. The world around you faded away as you focused solely on how good his hands and lips felt.

"Please," you moaned against his lips, and he wasted no time. In a flash, he lifted you, carrying you effortlessly to the bed. The kiss never faltered as he positioned himself above you, his hands hungrily exploring your body. Your skirt was hiked up, and he suddenly grabbed your ass making you gasp. Clothes were becoming a nuisance, and Haechan noticed your impatience as you fumbled with his shirt. He couldn't help but chuckle at your eagerness, but he helped anyways, discarding the shirt and revealing a canvas of smooth skin that begged to be touched.

You traced the contours of his torso with your fingers, savoring the sight of every mole and line etched across his skin. Your ogling was momentarily interrupted when Haechan tried to remove your tangled shirt, provoking a dramatic sigh from you when he finally pulled it off your head. He laughed at this and your lips met once more in a short, sweet kiss before his attention shifted to removing your skirt. 

Lying before him in nothing but your underwear, you watched as he straightened up, his gaze locked on your exposed form. You felt self-conscious but the way he was looking at you with darkened, adoring eyes, let you know that there was nothing to be shy about.

You flung your bra aside after unhooking it, meeting Haechan's hungry gaze as he took in your now exposed chest. You grabbed his hand inviting him to touch you. His hand glided from your belly to your breasts, exploring your curves slowly. He leaned and latched his mouth on your right breast, playing, nibbling, and sucking. He wanted to hear every moan and whimper coming from your lips. Each sound you made spurred him on, his body instinctively grinding against yours, his growing hardness pressing against you with every movement. You knew he was growing desperate with every sloppy thrust and lick of his tongue.

You hooked your finger through the chain around Haechan's neck and pulled him up so he was face to face with you "I want to try something," you whispered, planting a quick kiss on his lips. Gently pushing him by the shoulder, he willingly allowed himself to fall onto his back, his eyes fixed on you, filled with anticipation.

"What are you doing?" he asked, a playful tone lacing his breathless voice as you slowly crawled down his body, stopping in front of his crotch.

"What do you think?" you teased, unzipping his pants and sliding them down. His black boxers clung tightly to his arousal, already dampened with pre-cum. Biting your lip, you could already imagine his thickness just by the sight of it over his underwear. Looking up at Haechan, you noticed he had his hands behind his head to get a better view of your actions.

Without hesitation, you pulled down his boxers, causing his erection to spring up in an almost comical manner. There was no time to waste, you could tell that he might explode if you delayed any further. Grasping him firmly at the base, you used the slickness of his pre-cum as lub, pumping him a few times. Haechan bit his lips to contain his desperate moans, he didn’t want it to be so obvious that your simple touch on his dick almost made him cum.

But you had other plans. You wanted to hear him. You wanted to make him moan, whimper, and maybe  even cry out in pleasure. Propping yourself up, you leaned in and without warning, kitten-licked his sensitive tip. Haechan's head flew back, as a string of curses left his mouth. Delighted by his fucked up state, you repeated the motion several more times before finally taking him fully into your mouth. Slowly, you went deeper, until he hit the back of your throat. Inevitably, a groan escaped him, his self-restraint crumbling as you began to suck him off properly. He moaned, thrusting his hips into your mouth, his grip on your hair becoming desperate to ensure you wouldn't stop. Seeing him in such a vulnerable and desperate state was a sight you never thought you'd witness - Lee Haechan squirming beneath you, completely undone by your actions.

"Oh, f-...uck... that feels so good," Haechan groaned, his voice strained as you hollowed your cheeks and sucked harder. He was thrusting against your face without even realizing it. You didn't blame him; he was so consumed by pleasure that he couldn't control himself. You reached down and gently played with his balls, wanting to see his reaction. The way his eyes rolled back, and his hips momentarily faltered, told you that another touch like that would send him over the edge. With a quick glance at you bobbing your head up and down his cock, Haechan decided he had reached his limit. He grabbed you by the cheeks, pulling your mouth away from his dick. The lewd sight of your saliva connecting you both in a string made him wish he could capture the moment in a picture to enjoy later.

"I need to fuck you right now," Haechan explained when you looked at him with confusion. With those words, he got off the bed and rummaged through one of the night tables, searching for a condom. As he pulled out the small wrapper, you couldn't help but ask, "How did you know that was there?"

"Because this is my room," he said casually, the revelation catching you off guard. Though, it made sense that this was his dorm, given that it was his birthday party. 

He swiftly opened the condom wrapper and rolled it onto his cock. Without wasting any time, he climbed back onto the bed and slowly removed your panties, tutting at the sight of how wet you were. "Look at you," he said with a smile, allowing his fingers to explore your slick folds. The way your mouth opened and your eyes screwed shut in response showed just how bad you were needing to be touched there. As one of his fingers slowly entered you, he leaned in and kissed you, his tongue drowning out the moans that escaped your lips. Sensing your growing desperation, he added an extra finger, expertly pleasuring you. "H... Haechan," you moaned into his lips, and he hummed in response, continuing to finger you with more urgency. 

"Please... more," you managed to gasp out.

"As you wish, princess," he whispered, removing his fingers from you and licking your essence off them. He positioned himself on top of you, aligning his cock with your entrance. Teasingly, he pressed it against you without fully entering. "Haechan..." you said, your tone suddenly serious, using his dangling chain to pull him closer. "If you don't stop teasing me, I swear I'm going downstairs to find Jeno."

He let out a bitter laugh, but the mention of Jeno noticeably changed his demeanor. Before you could say anything else, he plunged inside you. The immediate clenching of your walls around him caused both of you to moan loudly. Haechan gripped your hips and adjusted your position with surprising care. After a few more seconds, you grabbed his hips and pushed him slightly, indicating that you wanted him to go deeper. Without wasting any more time, he obliged, burying his cock further inside you. "Fuck," he groaned, the sensation of him stretching you feeling too incredible for words.

He began to move, his thrusts gradually gaining speed until he was practically ramming into you. The sight of his pretty face, screwed up with swollen lips from all the kissing and biting, dilated pupils, and droplets of sweat on his forehead, drove you wild. 

Effortlessly, he grabbed your leg and propped it on his shoulder, allowing him to penetrate deeper, hitting a new spot that had your mouth foaming. He continued thrusting hard and fast, relishing in the way your breasts bounced with each powerful stroke. 

Your whimpering only made him want to see you come undone even more. He leaned in and kissed you softly, the tenderness contrasting with his hard thrusts. You melted into the kiss, moans mixing between you both. He even slowed down his thrusts, lost in the kiss for a moment. But then he unexpectedly started ramming into you again, thrusting harder and pushing you closer to the edge.

"Cum all over my cock, princess," he commanded, his voice hoarse with pleasure. With a few more hard thrusts and the feeling of his mouth devouring yours, you felt yourself reaching an orgasm more intense than anything you've ever before.

"Fu-...oh my god," you moaned loudly, your legs trembling uncontrollably.

Haechan followed suit shortly after, his thrusts growing messier as you clenched tightly around him. He came with a loud, uninhibited moan that reverberated through the room, a sound that would undoubtedly linger in your mind for a long time.

The air grew still, and the only audible sounds were the heavy, ragged breaths escaping both of you. Lying on your backs, you found yourselves staring up at the ceiling, your legs still intertwined, too exhausted to make a move or utter a word.

But then, Haechan shattered the silence.

"Best fucking birthday ever."

a/n: btw i reached 127 followers right after posting this so thank you so much lol *cue the flute*

[obsessivevoidkitten]

I'm sorry for dumping all this to you, you can not read it, this is not a question but Arrin has been my Roman Empire since Christmas. This is my first time writing just for the sake of it (much less NSFW) so yeah... (you can ignore this)

Ok, so imagine that one day, Darling is feeling really fucking horny. I am not talking about "Arrin's pheromones strikes again", "Usual Needy Darling", or even "Somehow A/B/O exists in this era and Darling got all the omega-ness". I'm talking talking H O R M Y. So you decide to also test out your beloved mate's stamina and see if you can outlast him in bed

It wasn't that bad at the beginning of the day. Arrin wakes up first. Cuddles your sleeping form. Spoons you or if he still has his cock inside you (you were bouncing on him last night and you just slept on top of him), maybe grind into you slowly (soft enough to not wake you up), maybe a kiss or two or ten on the face. When you wake up, one of you cooks breakfast (if you guys won't do some morning fun times before that), and you guys feed each other (mostly him feeding you). Maybe a cuddle before you both leave for the day

At first, you were just nuzzling into him. You cling his arm or torso whenever he's not doing anything and when you guys get some down time, you sit on his lap, nuzzling you face into the crook of his neck while he wraps his arms around you. By the afternoon, you're sucking him off and nibbling his neck. He is now grinding into you but you, for some reason, won't let him get you off. Your clinginess and horny levels are skyrocketing (due to the lack of release), by the end of the day and when you guys are at home, you pounce onto him. Kissing him and begging him to please BREED YOU. You guys go at it for R O U N D S. Arrin is a bit surprised at how eager you are today. You guys always want each other but this is different somehow. After 10+ rounds of you guys cumming, you are still very needy and are now on top of him after doing so many positions. Your stomach now bulging at little bit due to the amount of cum in you that there are puddles on the bed and other areas of the bedroom. Arrin is beginning to be a little bit tired and you are beginning to get overstimulated in a slightly painful way but you still want more.

Despite loving the fucked out expressions on your face and how your chubby tummy bulges due to his cum making you look pregnant (does wonders to his breeding kink fr fr ngl), he is starting to get worried for you but couldn't do anything due to how much you've been pawing at him, whimpering to not stop, begging him to kiss you and mark you, staring at him with that needy doe eyes and how even though you are now laying on his chest on top of him, you are still bouncing on him like his purpose in life is to breed you (maybe it is)

You cum on him for the nth time, your needy dripping hole also milking his cock, filling you up with once again with his cum. You ride out your orgasm which, combined with the feeling of his fresh warm cum inside of you, just makes you cum again on top of him on top of the previous orgasm. Pleasure blinding you that you pass out from it all.

Arrin waits for a minute to collect himself and to check on you (seeing as you sometimes pass out for 30 seconds or go to sleep immediately after your sessions). It's been 3 minutes, he's been tapping your face and you're still limp and not waking up. So he decides to just go to sleep and maybe you'll be fi--

10 minutes later, an entire floor of the local hospital has been destroyed due to the Chief's rampage and was only stopped when you woke up

After all that mess is over, he did not touch you in a sexual way nor did he grant his darling mate's wish for breeding in fear of the same incident happening again. He turned into a fucking celibate monk that was somehow not swayed by his sexy mate's pleas and whines, not even when they're nuzzling into him and pawing at him and giving him that puppy dog eyes. You're the Beggiest Beggar in All of Begdom and he's still not budging. After all, being Chief requires strong will and sacrifice for the greater good and you, my dear, are the greatest good he's ever had and he's not gonna lose you

Well maybe it wouldn't hurt to do it, if that means you're going to stop giving him that sad teary face

You're getting only three rounds and a full body massage though ... You still need to rest

Sorry for that, I just really wanted to write a joke about Darling Reader fainting due to excessive cumming with the very very slightest touch of Cum Overdose and Arrin running to and destroying the hospital in worry... also I want feral Arrin, it can be very hot for a mostly chill and sane man plus or minus a little bit of kidnapping and neck snapping to go feral once in a while especially for our sake

The fact that someone wrote a whole fanfic about my work is extremely flattering.

Also if anyone else wants to write something like this, everyone is free to use my OCs and post their work as long as they note that it's fanfiction and link to the original fic or to my blog.

[oopsiedaisiesbaby]

So a HC I have is of inexperienced/virgin Gale who is always so embarrassed and shy around the topic of sex become an absolute PEST once him and John finally start having sex with each other.

Like before they started sleeping with each other whenever Bucky or anyone else would say anything even remotely sexual he would blush profusely and get all quiet and would never respond when any of them asked him about his sexual experiences (or lack thereof).

And so it didn’t take a rocket scientist for John to figure out that Gale was lacking experience in that department and was one of the main reasons why he didn’t make a move on him for so long.

But when he finally does and Gale responds to it positively, he had NO IDEA just what he was unleashing in Gale, no idea what he was getting himself into. Little did he know, he had finally met his match in the sex pest department.

It’s like Gale has been so sexually deprived and repressed his whole life, bottling up his feelings and desires for so long, and now the floodgates have opened.

Bucky thought he had a high sex drive but Gale gives him a run for his money. He’s never been with someone who’s wanted it even more and more often than he has. He’s never been with someone who’s wanted HIM as badly as Gale does. He’s never felt so wanted or desired before.

Gale wants him ALL THE TIME, pouncing on him whenever they’re alone and dragging him into alleyways just so he can suck him off. That’s another thing that Bucky can hardly wrap his mind around- a lot of the time Gale doesn’t even care about getting off himself, he’s gagging and begging just to be able to get Bucky off and doing so, making Bucky moan and squirm and come, that does it for Gale more than anything else.

The first time they have sex, they go at it all night long and into the early morning. Bucky lost count how many rounds they went after he came for the fourth time. Gale is absolutely insatiable. He’s not shy or reserved or nervous or insecure at all, no inhibitions, so eager to please and excited and curious. He wants to know all about it, how it all works, wants to try every position, every act. And so they do, who is Bucky to deny that from him? After the first round, Bucky has barely recovered or gotten his breathing back under control when Gale is climbing back on top of him already, tugging at his sensitive spent cock, saying “Let’s do it again, can we do it again?”

And the MOUTH Gale Cleven has on him. John was no idea where it came from, he never expected it from him, had no idea he had it in him, but he’s definitely not complaining. He also has no idea what he did to deserve this perfect, beautiful boy who wants him so badly all the time and isn’t afraid to tell him so. “I fucking love your cock” Gale rasps once when he comes up for air while going to town on his dick, a line of spit connecting from his cock to Gale’s plump pink pretty lips as he does, then rubbing his chin and cheeks all over his dick while looking up at him through his long lashes. Bucky thought he died right then and there.

“I wanna suck your cock so bad right now” Gale whispers in his ear while running his hand up his inner thigh near his groin and zipper when they are sitting at the bar in the officer’s lounge with their friends all around them. Bucky spits out the beer he was taking of drink of and spills half of it all over his pants. “Godddamit doll you’re gonna kill me” he breathes under his breath just loud enough for only Gale to hear. He can’t look at Gale for several minutes afterwards or he couldn’t be able to control what he did right there in front of everyone, but when he finally does, Gale is looking right back at him with a devilish smirk on his face.

The first time Gale says, “I want you to fuck me. I want you inside me. Fuck me so hard and deep that I can’t walk straight tomorrow, John” Bucky was pretty sure he blacked out for a second and came without his dick even being touched yet.

Whenever Bucky has his cock balls deep inside Gale, Gale babbles the dirtiest filthiest things Bucky has ever heard. “Want you so deep inside me, want you to paint my insides with your come” “Want you to come inside me, John, fill me up to my throat with your big cock. Mark up my insides, make me yours” “I fucking love having your cock inside me, so big, feel so full of you.” “I fucking love it when you fuck my tight hole with your big cock. Stretch me so wide open. Your cock was made to fuck me. So perfect, so good, John.”

When he gets on his knees for him: “Fuck my throat, John, make me gag on your dick.”

At a random moment during the day Gale pulls him aside just to say before walking away: “I fucking LOVE sucking your cock. Wanna do it all day everyday.”

Leaning over to whisper in his ear while they’re sitting together during a fucking mission briefing: “Hate not being able to touch your cock every minute of the day. Wish I could have my hand on it and play with it 24/7”

And so on and so on, and John thought HE was the master of dirty talk. And as much as John liked to think of himself as witty and quick on his feet with a comeback especially in sexual contexts, because it was *Gale* saying these things to him, he was just dumbstruck with his mouth hanging open like an idiot most of the time, only able to put. Shane over his face and groan and say something like “You’re gonna be the death of me, Gale Cleven” or “You drive me fucking insane, you’re making me crazy, doll.” And it never gets easier for John, he lives in a constant state of horniness trying not to pop a boner in public at all hours of the day, always worried that even though they are having insane amounts of sex multiple times a day that he’s still going to come far too soon and not be able to get it up again soon enough for Gale’s appetite. In just blowjobs alone, he’s receiving head at a rate that would kill a weaker man. Idk if there was some form of Viagra in the 40s in the middle of WWII in Europe but if there was, he was doing everything he could to get ahold of some.

(Okay so sorry this got away from me)

No apologies necessary 🥰 This was a 10/10 to read first thing in the morning!

You are so right though, Gale would be a certified menace once he was comfortable! Like, no notes 🙌

Could you imagine the trouble they would get into if John found the 40’s version of viagra??? They would never get their jobs done again 🤣

[heartsoji]

omg hello! since requests are open and all, I want to request kenma, Suna and atsumu and Oikawa with a reader who gets happy over the most childish thinsg

I got a shadow the hedgehog plush backpack from one of my brothers and I was so happy for like a week straight

HQ BOYS WITH AN S/O WHOS LOVES CHILDISH THINGS

a/n: THIS IS LITERALLY ME. i still watch disney movies and kids shows bcs they're just so nostalgic and wonderlicious

warnings: suna's is a little ooc but wtv im in a fluffy duffy mood

suna, atsumu, and oikawa x reader (separate)

S. RINTARO

he finds it so cute

he loves how he can give you something like a plushie or a lollipop and you get all happy and smiley

he just loves it. he loves you!

he's addicted to the way your eyes light up and brighten the room when a funny scene comes on in the kids show you're watching

literally anyone could see the way his eyes soften whenever you get all happy over something childish

he just finds it so stinking adorable

but ofc, he also has to tease you about it

its all in good fun, he loves it so much

you giggled happily and twirled around with the cute little plushie that rin had just given you. it was soft and fluffy and warm and had the cutest ears and just made you so happy.

unbeknownst to you, rin was staring at you lovingly with a tender gaze, wondering to himself how he got someone so cute.

you were the light rin needed. when he got down and dark, you were the light that pulled him back up. and he found the fact that you loved stuff like this SO CUTE

contrary to what he was thinking, he smirked and began to tease you about it. "it makes you that happy? what are you, a baby?"

you beamed. "your baby!"

he cringed slightly, but then let out a loving sigh as he curled an arm around you.

"i guess so."

M. ATSUMU

he loves everything about you, and that includes your love for childish things

whenever you have a cute reaction to something childish, he has to fight the urge to spin you around in a tight hug and pepper your face with kisses and tell you how cute that was

he fails most of the time

he doesn't really think its weird or tease you about it or anything

i firmly believe that atsumu still sleeps with his childhood stuffie, so he thinks its cute that you guys are kinda similar in that aspect

also, hes just a ginormous child, so uh

it was a peaceful sunday afternoon, and you guys were watching bluey together. then, during the magic xylophone episode in the scene where bluey's dad played bluey like a piano and tickled her silly, he paused the show and quickly pounced on you and dug his fingers into your ribs.

"you're MY magic xylophone! ping ping ping! ping ping! pururururuing!" he shouted, kneading and knocking at your ribs

"tsuhuhumu, stahahap!" you giggled trying weakly to fight his hands off

"hmm.. i think that i should get some more practice in, don'tcha think?" he teased, continually prodding at the sensitive area.

"NAHAHA TSUHU- *HIC!*"

you both paused at the little hiccup you gave. it was silent for a moment before atsumu grabbed you and spun you around, laughing as you giggled and "wheee!"'d.

"yer so freakin' cute im gonna die!" he laughed as he peppered your face with kisses.

you giggled as you two settled back down on the couch together, cuddling up with each other and your favorite stuffies.

he sighed contentedly as he leaned his head on you, melting into your warmth as you did the same.

he honestly loved moments where he could be childish without being judged like this with the person he loved most in the world. (he internally apologized to his ma)

O. TOORU

little brat but its ok

he really likes bubbles, as do you

sometimes when its nice out, the two of you will just blow bubbles and just watch in mesmerization

(sometimes in the shower too!)

hes also really into disney

he hid it before, but once he started dating you, one of his favorite at-home date activities is watching disney movies together!

frozen is his fav

he knows all the lyrics to all the frozen songs and sings along everytime

hes your little princess

"LET IT GOOOO" tooru screeched in your ear. "LET IT GOOOOOOO! CAN'T HOLD IT BACK AAAANYMO-O-ORE"

"LET IT GOOOO" you screeched in his ear. "LET IT GO-O-O, TURN AWAY AND SLAM THE DOOOOR"

"I DON'T CARE"

"WHAT THEY'RE GOING TO SAY"

"LET THE STORM RAGE OOOOOOOOON" tooru held the high note, his voice cracking a couple times.

"the cold never bothered me anyway" *hairflip*

you two plopped your butts back down on the couch heavily, tired and out of breath from the karaoke session.

"you did really well, princess" he complimented, voice breathy.

"you... you, too." you replied, "princess."

"HEY" he cried, clinging onto you. "i'm your PRINCE, remember?"

you grinned. "i think princess suits you better."

"y/n-chaaaaaaan!" he whined, shaking you, "you're so mean!"

you couldn't help but laugh at his childish antics, hiding your face slightly with your olaf plushie

"i love you."

you stopped short, giving him a curious look.

"you're the one for me."

you simply smiled in return. "as are you for me."

"Y/N-CHAN LOOK! ITS THE PART WHERE THEY MEET OLAF!!"

"OH MY GOD I LOVE THAT PART"

𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐒, 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐒, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃

[marvel-ous-m]

Eddie Munson’s Guide for How to Adopt a Jock in Four Easy Steps (4/5)

Part One / Part Two / Part Three / Part Five

Ao3 Link

A.N.: I can’t believe we’re already at the penultimate chapter! I know it seems crazy that it’ll all get wrapped up after this, but I promise it will. You’ll have to forgive me for the D&D game description... in addition to being a Stranger Things nerd, I have been a D&D nerd for the last ten or so years, so describing a campaign is super fun for me and I sometimes can get off-track. Speaking of which, I did some 1st edition research but I mostly play 5th, so apologies if there are any discrepancies! All that to say, hopefully you can pick up on the symbolism in the campaign scene, too! Okay, rant over, now onto the chapter. 

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“Alright, Sir Grant the Good, roll a perception check.” 

The familiar clatter of dice against the wood tabletop filled the room, and it seemed that the entire party held their breath to hear Grant’s result. 

“15 plus three- what’ll an 18 get me?”

Eddie hummed, tapping a finger on his chin. “You see a pair of eyes staring back at you from deep in the tree line. They’re slightly yellow, certainly belonging to an animal, and seemingly a large one.” Eddie pauses to roll a die, then hisses under his breath. “The animal meets your eyes and sees you’ve spotted it. It lets out a low growl- what do you do?” 

Grant groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Shit, um- I draw my sword and I wave to Mistress Emery and Sir Geoffrey.” 

“Sir Geoffrey stands beside Sir Grant and readies his bow.” Jeff speaks from his seat next to Grant, holding a D20 between his fingers, ready to roll initiative.

Gareth grinned, leaning forward in his chair to get a better view of the map on the table. “I come up to stand next to Sir Grant and ready myself to cast call lightning.”

“Um, sorry, can I-” Steve whispered from his place at the table, a chair that Eddie had moved up to have Steve sit next to him while he DM’d. Eddie turned to Steve, raising an eyebrow. 

“What’s up, Steve? You’re free to speak whenever you want, you don’t have to just watch quietly.” Eddie nudged Steve’s side, encouraging the jock to speak. 

“Yeah, um, it’s just-” Steve cleared his throat, then looked at the other three members of Hellfire. “Mistress Emery is a Druid, right? So like, isn’t her animal handling through the roof or whatever? Why don’t you try and take care of the animal before you try to kill it?” 

Gareth blinked in surprise, shot a look at Jeff and Grant, then turned to Eddie. “He knows D&D?!”

“He is sitting right here.” Steve muttered under his breath, rolling his eyes. 

“Right- sorry, what Gareth meant to say is- how do you know D&D?” Jeff gave Gareth a warning glare, then turned his attention Steve’s way. 

Steve sighed, shrugging somewhat awkwardly. “I babysit some middle schoolers. This one kid, Dustin, he’s obsessed with this stuff. Honestly all of them are, but I spend the most time with Dustin. He brought up a druid recently when we were walking around the tracks- sounded kinda interesting, so I listened.” Steve’s eyes shifted to stare down at the tabletop then, and he frowned to himself. “I used to pick up Nancy’s little brother from their campaigns, too. I’d usually have to wait around for at least thirty minutes for them to wrap things up before we could get a move on.” 

The party sat in silence for a few moments, processing the revelation about Steve’s D&D knowledge. Finally Grant hummed in thought, then turned to Gareth. “He’s got a point. Plus, if we don’t attack immediately we save some spell slots, potentially some HP too.” 

“Yeah, but the thing is growling! It’s probably going to pounce at us any minute now.” Gareth huffed, crossing his arms. 

“Maybe it’s hurt. That could be a warning growl rather than it trying to pounce at us.” Jeff reasoned. “Just give it a try, Gareth. I’ll keep an arrow loaded and I can flank while you do an animal handling check so that if it attacks I can try and shoot at it before it does any damage.” 

Gareth frowned, clearly annoyed, but nevertheless held up a D20. “Fine. I approach the forest line and hold a hand out in the direction of the animal.” 

“Roll for animal handling.” Eddie flipped through his binder of notes as he spoke, easily finding the page he was looking for. 

Gareth dropped the dice on the table, eyebrows shooting up in surprise when he read the resulting roll. “Huh- Nat 20, and I’ve got a plus five on my modifier. What’ll that do for me?” 

“The animal walks out of the forest, and you know from your studies that you’re now face to face with an Owlbear. The beast makes another growling sound, but is far less menacing. You see that Jeff was correct- the animal has a deep slash running from one of its talons up to its chest. You can tell that it originated from a sword, but the blood around the beast’s beak tells you that whatever fighter that had tried to attack the owlbear previously lost that battle. You can tell that the animal is more scared than anything. What do you do?” 

“Um… okay. I cast cure wounds and then reach into my pack and provide the Owlbear with a piece of dried meat to show it that it can trust me?” 

Eddie nodded, pulling a sticky note from his binder and handing it to Gareth, smirking as he did. “The Owlbear takes the food, trusts you, and decides to stay with your party. Here are its stats, it’ll now obey your commands and fight alongside you until its dying breath. Congratulations, Mistress Emery.” 

“Holy shit! We have an Owlbear now, that’s so fucking cool.” Grant grins, nudging Gareth’s side. “Good work, man.”

Gareth scanned the sticky note, then smiled at Steve. “Thank Steve, he’s the one who suggested it. Did you sneak a look at Eddie’s notes or something?” 

Steve chuckled, shaking his head. “Nah, it just sounded like a better alternative.” 

“I made it injured so your band of fighters would have a better chance of killing the thing, but Steve’s little stunt had me thinking on my feet.” Eddie spoke up, then winked in Steve’s direction. Steve ducked his head in response, a blush playing at his cheeks. Interesting. 

“Thanks, man.” Jeff nodded in Steve’s direction. “Maybe you should play with us next time. You seem to know your stuff.”

Steve snorted at that, shaking his head once again. “I barely know anything. Besides, all the dice and numbers would probably confuse the hell outta me. But… uh, thanks for the offer. Maybe one day.” 

The party moved on with the campaign, killing some goblins on their route as they followed a map they had received from a barkeep at the beginning of the adventure. Steve chimed in occasionally when he found something interesting, and Eddie even had him roll a few times for some of the encounters. By the end of the campaign, the party was actively strategizing with him, and Steve was grinning ear to ear and giving his opinions on what to do next. The party ended up defeating the ‘big bad’ at the end, a goblin king and four of its soldiers. They recovered some treasure and a map, which Eddie told them would be the subject of the next chapter of their campaign. 

It was about 7pm when they finally wrapped everything up, cleaned the room out, locked up, and walked together out to the parking lot. Steve, who had been pretty awake and alert for the entirety of the playthrough, was now looking much more exhausted. He waved goodbye to the boys and pulled his coat tighter around himself, then rushed from the back door of the school to his car through the biting November air. 

The four members of Hellfire watched as Steve sped off, then stood together quietly under the awning of Hawkins High. Gareth broke the silence, crossing his arms to stave off the cold. “Alright, I’ll admit it. I was hesitant to believe it, but you’re right. Harrington’s cool.” 

“You were right about the other stuff too, Eddie. He didn’t look too good. Do you know what happened? Why Billy pounded on him last weekend?” Jeff spoke up next, fidgeting with a string hanging off of his sweater. 

Eddie sighed, producing a cigarette from his coat pocket and lighting it with his zippo. “Nope.” Eddie popped the ‘p’ when he spoke, then took a long drag of the cigarette. “Barely had a chance to ask him about it, and he deflected any time I tried to get more information outta him. I think it all really messed him up, but he doesn’t want to admit it.” 

The party stood in silence for a few more minutes, all lost in thought. This time, Grant broke the silence. “My mom wants me home for dinner by 7:30, so I gotta get going. But I’m cool with letting Steve into the party if everyone else is. Looks like it’d be good for him- probably good for us, too. He’s cool.” Grant zipped up his sweatshirt as he spoke, then pulled car keys out of his pocket. “Need a ride, Gareth?”

“Yeah, thanks man. I’m cool with letting Steve hang with us, too. Just let us know what we need to do Eddie.” Gareth waved goodbye to Jeff and Eddie, then followed Grant to his car. 

“How ‘bout you, Jeff? Got anything against letting Steve into Hellfire?” Eddie questioned quietly. He took another long drag from the cigarette, watching as the smoke he breathed out disappeared into the cold night air. 

“You know it’s fine by me, man.” Jeff paused, then sighed. “I am a little concerned, though.” 

Eddie frowned. “About what?”

“About you.” Jeff moved his attention from the stray thread on his sweater to Eddie, crossing his arms. “About him, too. I’ve known you the longest out of everyone here, Eds. I can tell when you’ve got a crush. Harrington’s fragile- you said it yourself, and you saw how he was when he mentioned Nancy. It looks like everything is really fresh for him right now. All I’m asking is for you to keep that in mind as you move forward in making him feel welcome. I’m worried that things could go sideways. Either one of you, or both of you, for that matter, could be really hurt if things go wrong. Just… take it slow.” Jeff checked his watch then, wincing when he saw the time. “I gotta run. I’ll see you tomorrow, okay? Like Gareth said, just let us know what we can do to help Steve feel welcome.” 

Eddie nodded, watching as Jeff got into his car and drove off, leaving Eddie and his van alone in the parking lot. Eddie leaned against the brick wall of the school and dropped his cigarette onto the ground, watching as the light fizzled out in the thin layer of snow. 

Step Two: Get the Party to Come Around on Steve Harrington, complete. Time for the Step Three (which would likely be the last step in his plan): Get Steve Fully Integrated Into Hellfire. 

…with one important caveat. Do not fall harder for Steve Harrington. 

Easier said than done. 

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[love-toxin]

Miss Ellie, may I humbly request Tsung with the Stuck VII prompt? 👉👈 Cannae stop thinking abt a mean girl darling sitting on his dick while he’s trying to focus n’ read for his classes. <3

YES!! YOU MAY <33 !!! ugh i love mean readers <33

VII - "Don't you dare make a mess."

(cws: fem!bully!darling, unprotected sex, name-calling, established relationship, semi-public sex, pussydrunk tsung, jealousy, possessiveness)

“Dumbshit,” You hissed, leering at him over his shoulder. That wasn't true at all–most of your insults were, but not that. Tsung was pathetic, small, and spineless, but he wasn't stupid. He just acted like it whenever you were there to give him a hard time. 

The kid squirmed in his seat; ‘kid’, you couldn't stop calling him that, even though he wasn't much younger than you were. Tsung didn't even flinch at your insults anymore, only when you threatened to hit him. As you circled around the library desk, his eyes darted away from the notebooks scattered in front of him to watch your pointed nails scrape over the glazed wood. As they scaled his thin arm, the pale skin exposed beyond the sleeves of his white button-up, he finally shuddered at the light, pink scratches you left behind. Your mark. His pen trembled in his hand and left blue ink trails over what he'd written from his textbook. 

“Tryin’ not to fail?” You questioned him numbly, barely letting slip the hold you had on your stern expression, like you were his teacher evaluating his progress. Tsung just trembled in his seat. “Answer me, dumbshit.” You shoved at his head, just to make him think a little bit while he sat there like a pet store goldfish in a bag. He mumbled something into his hand and you urged him to speak up.

“Chemistry,” His voice squeaked somewhat, not helped by the fact that he was actively avoiding looking you in the eyes, like you were a predator that would pounce at the first sign of contest. “I'm r-reviewing chemistry…just making sure I'm ahead.” 

“Oh yeah?” You scoffed. “Shit's hard. You're gonna fail no matter what-” 

“I'm not going to fail.” He snapped back. Oh, now he was looking at you, and those red eyes were stern for only a second before he remembered his place, and turned back to his notes. Sore spot. Perfect for digging in. 

“Twat.” With a huff, you stepped around him and yanked his hair on the way by, jerking his head back an inch. Yet he still went back to studying like it didn't even hurt. “When's your dick available? When you're not sucking off the prof for those As, that is.” You tugged on his ear, and Tsung's squirming and flushed cheeks returned at full force as he squeaked. 

“I-I can't do it today. And I don't d-do that-” 

“Don't give a fuck.” You hauled yourself up on the table and sat by his notes, your feet barely brushing the ground as your legs dangled over the edge. No doubt he could see up your skirt from this angle, and knowing this perv, you were shocked he didn't just give up the act at once and shove his face under there. “Take it out.” 

You watched him huff, and glance around, before picking his pen back up and scribbling something into the margins of his notebook. “I-I don't…have any, um…”

“Condoms?” You tilted your head, only to kick his seat out of annoyance when he nodded meekly. “Fucker. You wanna trap me? That your plan? Fuckin’ asshole.” You growled down at him. He shook his head, but that wasn't nearly enough to sate you. You kicked at his leg this time, and finally, he obeyed–the soft zzzzip echoing through the otherwise quiet library. 

“How pathetic is that?” You murmured, zeroing in on the half-soft, pale knob of flesh that was already rosy and beading at the tip as he pulled it out. Tsung knew not to stroke it, but he didn't even need to; it was growing on its own, stiffening at the cool air and your attention fixated on it. “Don't hafta touch that thing for it to stand up.” 

“I-It…likes…you.” He admitted shamefully, yet he didn't tear his gaze away and try to hide as he often would. As much as you mocked his third limb, there was little you could do to restrict your fascination with it. Even though Tsung was a deplorable freak…well, so were you. 

“Rub it, freak.” You narrowed your eyes down at him. “I know you want to.” 

“Not here,” He whimpered, but hovered his hand over his lap anyways. Aside from one other person at a table several aisles away–a boy in a huge sweater with headphones over his short, black hair–it was just the two of you in sight. You waited, and he hesitated, and finally you couldn't take it any more. With your skirt flipped up to boast a pair of new, lacy panties, you slid off the table and down into his lap, where one brush of his engorged tip against you revealed that they were indeed crotchless, just like he suspected. Tsung's breath hitched and his head hung back over his chair, struggling to keep his hands gripping the arms for support as you eased yourself on to his frustratingly addictive length. The curls of his dark pubes kissed your clit, as if welcoming you on to your throne with a delightful tickle. 

It pissed you off to see him in so much bliss from something so simple. None of the other guys you'd ever fucked would melt like this, crumble under you at just the feeling of slipping inside, nor would they cling to you like Tsung did as if every time was as intense as the first. 

“Mmh–like that, idiot?” You mewled softly against his ear, with your teeth just barely grazing the flushed skin. “No condom, no nothin’. Don't you dare make a mess.” 

“I-I ca-can't-”

“Shut up.” Your hips swished wetly against his own as you readjusted. “Do your homework.” 

“N-Need to-” He swallowed meekly, sweat dripping down his neck. “Wanna hump y-” 

“Then do it, mutt.” You shushed in his ear. “Hump me. And don't take your fuckin’ eyes off these chem notes while you do it.” Reaching behind yourself, you fumbled for his pen and plucked it off his notebook, shoving it into his hand before you pulled him into a stuffy, tight embrace. Sitting chest-to-chest, his cock twitching inside your snugly-fitting walls, it almost felt like coming home. Not that you'd ever tell this little stalker that. 

Tsung's nails bit into your waist as he trembled insistently, the tip of his pen scratching the paper erratically as he tried to write something, anything down. It really had you dripping when you listened to him mumbling to himself, reciting some science mumbo-jumbo jargon under his breath like the stupidly smart fucking nerd he was. Being a dork, a creep, and having a nice dick didn't seem fair at all. 

“You're actually studying,” Your grin against his cheek made him stiffen with your comment, though his cock kept spasming with heat despite himself. “Cocky twerp.” 

“Quiet,” He gasped through his teeth. “Can't focus.” The fucking nerve of this kid! You could just grab his scrawny little throat and-!

“Ah-!” Tsung tore a sweet, fluttering moan out of your throat as he bucked, one hand steadying your lower back while the other attended to his diligent note-taking. He slowly bounced you on his lap like he was carefully swirling a glass of wine, needy for your warmth but cognizant enough to not spill over too fast. 

“I love you,” He whimpered with his eyes squeezed shut, clearly lost in the moment. “I love you, I love you-” 

“Shut the fuck up!” You hissed back, though the plapping of his nuts on your backside wasn't at all helping the matter. “Just stroke your gross dick off and keep your mouth shut!” 

“Love this pussy,” He kept babbling, nearly incoherent as he pushed you up against the table. “Need it, need more, gimme more-” The thump of his textbook sliding off and hitting the floor gave you pause, but the lone student's head didn't even turn, and Tsung kept backing you up until you were sprawled out on top of his study materials and notes, his eyes rolling back in his head. “More-” 

“Tsung!” You squirmed in his hold, only to be pinned down by his shoulders sinking into yours, his knee propped up on the table for leverage as he thrusted like he wanted to break you over it. Drooling into your open mouth, Tsung licked your tongue in a sloppy kiss, forcing your head back with the pressure of his lips. 

From further down the library corridor, you caught the sound of doors opening and closing, peppered by the boisterous laughter of some frat guys approaching the main lobby. If they only stepped inside, and came around the corner, they would…

You gritted your teeth, yanked his head back, and looked into those scarlet-red eyes that begged you not to make him stop. “This dick is mine, get it? All fuckin’ mine.” You growled a hair's breadth from his lips. “Stick it anywhere else and I'll cut the goddamn thing off.” 

Tsung's mouth split into an exhausted, yet borderline delusional grin. Ignorant to the noises growing closer outside, his expression flashed with a twinge of fury when you dared to turn your head towards the sound–Tsung’s cold fingers clamped down on your jaw and he forced you back to look at him, eyes aflame with jealousy like he wasn't already gliding his cock through your slick-soaked folds. As if he hadn't already roped you in with his dorky, psychotic charm and hooked you on his dick like you were starved for it. Only when you were looking at him did he feel whole, and could manage to smile again. 

“I named my fleshlight after you, y'know.”

“Gross.” You rolled your eyes, struggling against him as you teetered between cumming and keeping it at bay. 

“I taped your photo to it, and I cum in it every day.” 

“Ew!” You shoved his chest, only for him to steal an especially wet kiss from you. “Fucking psycho. Get help.” Tsung aimed his hips and plunged them downwards in a sudden frenzy, clearly chasing his end as his cock twitched like it was itching to cum inside you. Chants of I love you, I love you, I love you whispered in a whiny tone against your lips, each plap plap plap ringing out in the dull silence of the library. 

Then, finally, Tsung stilled. His fingers frantically rubbed at your clit and he eased off to give himself space to reach it, but he couldn't get too far–no, you leg-locked him before he could, just to make it even more impossible for him not to cry out as he slumped against you, and shuddered through an unfathomably strong orgasm. 

Ugh, this was a mistake, you thought as you tipped over the edge yourself, and squirmed beneath his weight with a restless heat finally popping into a wave of blissful, spine-arching pleasure between your legs. Tsung just couldn't get close enough as he fought to squeeze your thumping chest to his, and let your juices run freely down his lap and splatter all over his precious notes beneath the two of you, peppered with a few drops of his pearly, sticky cum. 

By the time the front doors squeaked open to let the newcomers in, Tsung had already pulled you back down in his lap and given you one last squeeze. He tugged your skirt over your legs, kissed your cheek, and helped you slide into the seat beside him just as the rowdy frat guys entered the table area and took their seats barely a few feet away. While you sat and caught your breath, the one student that had remained during your romp gathered his things up and quickly scurried away like a skittish little bunny. You heaved a soft sigh, and Tsung merely cleared his throat as he tilted his flushed face down, and went back to studying like nothing had happened. 

But you watched him click his pen anxiously, tap his foot under the table, and chew his lip–and when he glanced back over at you, and broke into the biggest, silent grin as your willing conspirator, you shoved his elbow with a scoff that wasn't quite strong enough to dim his mood. 

Fucking loser. You thought to yourself, while you felt his seed leak between your thighs and puddle in the dip of your skirt beneath you.

[kairiscorner]

what's up!

Uh just wondering if you would like the idea of making a fic scenario where Miguel is like a HUGE stalker for !reader ?

((more like a request haha))

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hi !! :DD ok so this request kinda reminded me of my feral miggy bot, so i took some inspo from it >:)) hoping you like it!

(btw the photos are from pinterest! i edited them a lil ^^)

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

something's crawling at the dead of night. (stalker miguel x reader)

there was always that fear that lingered in the back of your mind whenever you passed by the windows of your house that there was something lurking out there in the shadows, lying in wait to pounce on you. you felt it when you'd cook dinner and occasionally glance at the window behind you, or when you'd watch tv and occasionally spot a shadowy figure moving along in the dark--or when you'd go to bed and hear clawing at the windows; the screeching of something sharp against the glass put you in an uneasy disposition, causing you to lose several hours of sleep at night.

in the morning, whatever was lurking out there seems to have disappeared in thin air; though evidences of its existence remain, such as the scratch marks on your windows' glass and the footprints by the lawn outside of your home. it scared you a little, to know a something was prowling outside your home like that--but what was scarier was that it only ever seemed to target you.

it drove you to the brink of insanity when one of your kind neighbors who just moved in--oh, for goodness' sake, you couldn't remember his name--helped identify for you that this prowler was no animal; it was a human. your neighbor pointed out how the marks made by the night crawler you've had watching over you was no thing, it was a person. that scared you a lot more, but your neighbor told you not to worry--'it'll pass eventually' is what he said.

it'll pass? how are they so sure? has this happened to him before?

you practically lost your mind thinking about this, and oftentimes, you hoped someone would let you stay at their place for a little while to shake this person off your tail; but you had no one. the police couldn't help, either--this person was very good at covering their tracks by just barely creating noticeable prints, and your oh so kind neighbor accidentally watered your side of the lawn and the more obvious prints from your mystery creep were now gone and washed up into mud.

you made sure to lock all your doors, windows, and close all the blinds. you couldn't spend the night without glancing here and there for signs of a figure in the dark, and this had been your routine ever since. good thing your wonderful neighbor would always stop by and ask if you were doing okay, and he always seemed to come at night, never in the day when you invited them over for some morning coffee on the weekends.

actually, come to think of it... you never saw him leave your neighborhood, not even once. you never witnessed nor heard him leave the lot of both your houses, he was always just... there.

"what did you say your name was, again?" you asked him as he closed the door to your home a little too eagerly, but closed it so intricately that the door nor its mechanisms ever made a sound. he smiled widely at you, a little too widely in your opinion, and that was when you first saw it--the red in his eyes. "oh, you forgot me already, did you?" he asked you in a deep, playful voice, which had undertones of... malice. he walked closer towards you, his gaze never leaving yours as his smile curved upwards the more you backed up against the wall. he held you by the arms, so gently, yet firmly keeping you in place. his touch went from gentle to tense as he squeezed your arms and moved his mouth closer to your ear.

"i thought you'd've remembered me, querida. am i not the one you fear when night falls?"

your eyes widened as you watched his sadistic grin widen, and there you saw the shine gleaming from his sharp, saliva-coated fangs.

tags !! @miguelswifey04 @binibinileonara @luvstarrstruck

[milks-thoughts]

I loved your fox sibling reader stuff! I have a special request if you’re up for it ♥️

summary: it’s the mrs cuddles episode except this time, when the reader sees the puppet, it kinda triggers their hunting instinct because 1. it’s a rabbit, and 2. she’s tormenting raph, who winds up having to hold them back from tearing the puppet apart (as much as he would like to let them) so April doesn’t get fired.

please, and thank you

SCREAMING okay :D (hopefully this one doesn’t linger for…months…) readers age: 5-7 (you decide)

summary: readers hunting instincts get activated and Ms. Cuddles prays for her soul

TW: attempted stuffed animal dismemberment, reader says in detail what she wants to do to Ms. Cuddles. it’s scary. reader please get help. please

Fox in Sheep’s Clothing

☎︎ You’ve always been aware of your older brothers strange fear of the stuffed rabbit

☎︎ well, everyone knows, what they fail to notice is whenever they turn on the show to scare him how…entranced.. you become in that damn rabbit

☎︎ your ears lift and your hackles raise, your tail even does a swishy swish

☎︎ and that show always held your attention when you were a younger kit, your big round eyes following her everywhere.

☎︎ they thought you just liked her, but by god, when April brought her over and they set traps and tested them you used all your will to not pounce

☎︎ but when she started kidnapping your brothers? HOLY SHITTT that care was GONE.

It was terrifying to say the least. Your dilated eyes as you slammed around the lair, your paws skidding, the lair echoing with horrible scrapes from your claws as you pounced on Ms. Cuddles. Her plush flattening under your sharp teeth. Leo, Donnie, and Mikey couldn’t help but laugh. Raph and April were mortified. Once Raph got you off Ms. Cuddles you had some of her stuffing in your mouth…so you looked like you had rabies, Ms. Cuddles shrieked and begged to be put in her box as you pushed at your older brothers arms. April snatched Ms. Cuddles and threw her in the box, once Raph put you down your fur was lifted as you checked each room in the lair. You found her box and April only narrowly picked you up to avoid you attacking it. “ Leo, do you mind teleporting her back to the set? “ April whimpered pitifully Leo made a face “ but the free entertainment! “ after a glare from April a blue portal opened up and the box fell through it and into safety. April put you down and waited for you to pounce or prowl around but you simply yawned “ ‘m tired.. “ you mumbled while reaching for Raph you were weirdly clingy right now but Raph didn’t mind, he lifted you up and carried you to your room, placing you down in the bed and humming as you fell asleep. Letting out a small grumble when he heard his brothers shout about how you went crazy as hell.

[rinneverse]

oakie babie i've arrived!! congrats on 300 kiskiskis !! can m' get isagi loml wif D, F, O, Y ! ^_−☆

xi bby!!! sorry it took me so long to get to u waaah ,, n thank u!!!!!!!!! i hope i did yoi justice for u (>_<) ! -- ✩

a part of my 300 milestone event!

[ ❥ ] ISAGI YOICHI + D, F, O, & Y!

[N]SFW CONTENT, MINORS DNI! cw pro player!isagi (20+), hickeys mentioned, prone bone, shower sex mention, oral (both m+f receiving), fem!reader

— d ; dirty secret!

he love love loooovvessss seeing u marked up!! i think that isagi has a strong possessive streak in him that he doesn't really like to show—but you really do bring it out of him. you're just so gorgeous and perfect that he wants to show you off, and yet at the same time, keep you all to himself. so when you go about your day without worrying a bit about the multiple hickeys blooming across your collar, he feels a sick sense of pride run through him. and he thinks to himself, "'ve gotta make sure everyone knows you're mine."

— f ; favorite position!

prone bone prone bone prone bone!!!!! i think he looovveesss railing you into the mattress, watching the fat of your ass shake with every thrust. he loves smothering you, pressing his chest to your back as he pounds into you, lips mouthing at the juncture of your neck as you cry out for more. he feels impossibly closer to you this way. he would also enjoyyyy missionary (he's a sap) and uhm. idk if this counts as a position, but i think he'd be a fan of shower sex! mhm mhm

— o ; oral!

oh lordy he LOVES receiving. the feeling of your mouth around his cock is unmatched—there's really nothing better (besides your pretty pussy fluttering around him, of course!). will definitely fuck your mouth if you let him.

at first he's nervous about giving just because he feels inexperienced and just wants to make you feel as good as possible. he's eager to learn, though, and will take any critiques you give him to heart since his only goal to please you! he's sloppy at first, but with a guiding hand, he becomes a pro in no time. he's all about 'devouring' after all ♡ !!

— y ; yearning!

i think that before you, sex isn't really a thing he thinks about. he's got soccer on his mind and that's that! but when he finally gets with you, a pretty little thing, he finds himself fucking his fist far more often. whether its to relieve stress, wear off the last of the adrenaline after games, or if he's just... thinking about you. you drive him crazy in the best way possible. especially since he's away often for games, whenever the two of you do see eachother, you've definitely got sore legs in your future as isagi will be pouncing on you as soon as the two of you get some alone time ♡.

first time writing 4 sagi.... i hope i captured him well 🙏🙏🙏

[angeart]

Thank u for the Christmas post,i am throughly wounded (it is so great, i love it)

I wonder will thing get better in haunted hybrid au? will the other hermit land in better place come find them? maybe Xisuma will come find his hermits?

tho even is that happened, it will probably be a long time trauma journey waiting for the pair

I am very happy to hear you liked the post! :D

What eventually happens is still very much out-there; nothing is decidedly set in stone, we're still playing with ideas. But, let's say they do get rescued eventually. (and i mean, very very eventually - it takes a painfully long time.)

here's all the things that need to happen first, right? xisuma needs to set up a new server for them (and make sure it's safe and what happened won't happen ever again), and then he needs to find and collect everyone. most of the hermits ended up in nice, kind worlds where people are willing to help them in this predicament, which makes this slightly easier, but some are in more obscure places.

grian and scar are the last ones to get rescued, and finding them is all-hands-on-deck kind of mission. their comms don't work right in the world where they are, and it's the kind of world that doesn't really advertise itself, if you know what i mean. tucked away and hidden and very hush-hush.

so it takes a long time. too long.

scar and grian do manage to either find or build some semblance of a shelter, at some point. it doesn't feel safe. it doesn't feel stable. it feels temporary and treacherous, and it's still so very cold (they can't light a campfire or make a fireplace; the smoke would give them away.)

the world continues to hunt them.

hermits do find them, in the end. they take scar and grian to their new home and... well, none of them really know or understand what they've been through. (nobody was in a situation quite as horrible. nobody else was in an outright hostile world.) and yes there's a lot of trauma. a lot of things to deal with and a very, very long journey to heal.

me and @linkito talked about this at some point, about how messed up they are after all of this.

scar is incredibly protective of grian and his wings still, ready to pounce and claw at anyone who'd approach. (i think it maybe scares him a little, because these are their friends.) naturally standing in a way that'd block people's line of sight of grian's wings.

grian doesn't fly around and doesn't take good care of his feathers. he can't stop feeling antsy whenever someone as much as glances at his wings. he flinches away from anyone who wants to touch him. (think pearl who used to be able to touch his wings freely and help him preen? yeahhhh. not anymore.) someone points out grian's wings are a bit disheveled and grian just. stumbles back and hides behind scar's back.

it's the start of a new season and everyone's making nice builds and starter homes and working on the shopping district. scar and grian, in the meanwhile, are building walls and hideouts and hidden bunkers.

(they also struggle to comprehend the amount of resources now readily available to them. they're insanely worried it'll all just slip away again.)

they're not okay <3

[twisted-wonderland-shenanigans]

I sent an ask earlier and I am so sorry for spamming but I've been having brain worms for the Kaiju!au.

Like we sad Vargas and Kalim being all friendly but imagine little baby Cheka playing with Yuu.

Also, just imagine Cater, Vil, or Rook doing dancing from some music player that Yuu found. Which also makes me ask if they get their own little hideaway for their human buisness. (God Crowley when his hatchling leave the nest...)

And finally, when Yuu finally gets to cook, meat or fish, are the Boys gonna try to demand they have some. I just imagine Yuu giving a piece to grim and his pupils blow out from how good it is....and then words goes around and it's all over for any peaceful cooking with Yuu.

I'm actually in the process of answering that one! I just gotta figure out a few scenarios for it to make it fun~! >v< And please don't worry about spamming me with asks if you have ideas or thoughts you wanna share about my AUs! I love receiving these kind of asks! :D

Putting under a read more because I got a little carried away 😂

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Oooh my goodness, someone teach lil’ kaiju Cheka to be gentle with the tiny human! X’D To be honest, I almost didn't put him or Falena in the AU...buuuuut now that I think about it, that would be a crime against adorableness, and I will not stand for this! Ò.Ó I shall rectify this~!

In the AU, Cheka would be a little bigger than Grim would be in terms of height. Not quite twice his height, but still pretty big! Now imagine the lil’ ragamuffin sweetheart just trotting along with Yuu perched on his back, playfully marching across a log bridge with Grim trotting behind singing “Hakuna Matata” while Ruggie and Jack have to keep an eye on them (because we know Leona would be taking a nap and hiding from his nephew even in this AU). The only difference between this version of the two is that whenever Cheka pounces on his uncle in a play fight, Leona actually will react as though he got hurt to encourage the hunting instinct.

Hey, he may not be happy having his nephew bugging him, but he knows it’s important to know how to survive (and he’d never hear the end of it from his brother or his brother’s mate)!

When it comes to doing “human business”, it’s agreed that there is a need for privacy even amongst kaiju, so if the human disappears for a short time behind a rock or in a bush, it’s not going to be questioned by curious kaiju. Luckily Yuu won’t have to worry about poison oak or poison ivy! Most of the poisonous plants that can cause an itchy reaction are too high up for them to reach, so it’s mainly the kaiju who would experience the terrible itchy curse. Good thing they’ve got Crewel to mix up some natural medicine for them—good luck making most of them take it though! XD

Anyway, moving on: music! One of the best ways to soothe the soul and calm the savage beast. When Yuu manages to get near one of the other abandoned facilities and gets to explore it with Grim (who is literally the only one small enough to fit inside with them), it was actually Grim who stumbled across a music player. He thought it was some weirdly shaped snack or chew toy.

This resulted in a bit of a tug-of-war between Yuu and Grim, and now Yuu has a new (slightly chewed) music player! Let’s see how it transpired and what resulted afterwards, shall we?

//

“Let’s see…junk, junk, trash…wow, did they really even leave anything worth using in this place?”

Digging around in the pile, Yuu sighed as they sat back and stared at the room. Of course, this place had been ransacked already…though by who exactly was unclear, but it seemed like things had been torn apart and whatever components or guts the tech had before was now gone. But there had to be something they could use in this place, right?

Crunch!

“Pleh!”

“Grimfang, no! Stop trying to eat the plastic you lil’ gargoyle!” Yuu scolded, sighing as Grimfang spat out a few shards that got stuck in his teeth. “Ugh…one of these days you’re going to eat something you shouldn’t, you know that? Don’t come crying to me when you get a tummy ache.”

He shook his head with a snort, giving Yuu a look that suggested he was offended by the very notion that he might get a tummy ache…or at least, that’s how Yuu interpreted it. It was odd how expressive the kaiju seemed to be, seeming almost…human-like in a way, though sometimes Yuu wondered if it was just their mind humanizing them to have company.

“Well, don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Turning back, Yuu scanned the wreckage to try and find something they could at least bring back. Even a writing utensil would do! “Okay…maybe we should try the next room and see what we can find.”

As they turned to go, they heard the familiar sound of tooth scraping against metal and sighed. What has he found this time?

“Grim, if I have to pull another pipe out of your gullet again, I’m gonna-” Yuu began before freezing, eyes growing wide at the familiar shape between Grim’s paws as he tried to gnaw on the corner: a music player. “H-hey, hey! No! Grim! Drop it!”

“Rrraowl!” he rumbled in response, his paws pulling the player into his chest fur protectively.

“Grimfang, no! That’s not a chew toy—hey! Get back here, you malevolent little gargoyle!!”

“Nyaarr!!”

“GRIIIIIM!!!!”

//Later//

The sound of static filled the den as Yuu sat in the nest, using Grimfang’s side as a pillow while they fiddled with the large and heavy music player. It had been one helluva chase around the facility, but eventually they triumphed and claimed their prize! Aside from a slight chewing on the frame, the kaiju’s fangs hadn’t really penetrated the shell and everything seemed to be in working order. To their disappointment though, they couldn’t get a radio signal no matter how many buttons they pushed or how much they turned the dial.

“Hey, MIRA? Does this island have any sort of radio signal or something?” they asked the computer around their wrist. “I can’t get anything on this player.”

“Greetings, Uhm Yuu. Answer: negative. This particular system cannot receive the signals from radio transmissions. Due to the nature of the island and its inhabitants, it is difficult to build and maintain any semblance of a tower to transmit signals across the terrain, requiring different methods to communicate with other facilities.”

“Darn it! So that means I can’t do anything with this hunk of junk?”

“Negative. As it is in proximity, I am able to access the system wirelessly and play music from the database.”

Eyes growing wide, Yuu asked, “There’s a music database…?”

“Affirmative. I have access to a wide selection of music from all manner of media pre-downloaded from the Dark Mirror Server. Dr. Willows was an avid enjoyer of music and always kept an up-to-date selection for her playlists to aid in her work. Would you like to create your own playlists?”

“Yes!”

“Mrr…?”

//End Scene//

And thus began Yuu’s task to set up their musical playlists…much to the kaiju’s confusion even when Grim tried to explain what he could translate. For the most part, they just figured it was a weird human thing…until Yuu played the first song. Was it some beautiful, soothing song, or an excitable bop that made them excited? Nope. It was neither: what was meant to be a fun introduction to a song turned into what essentially boils down to a warped death metal demonic screech and garbled static. The sound was so terrifying that Grimfang looked like a puffy ball of daggers, and Nevermore flared up his wings like some puffy shield in a panic.

That’s why it’s important to check the volume of the music before you play it first!

It was after that when Yuu noticed a difference in the kaiju when they played certain songs—namely instrumentals. For some like Pridefang, they noticed how much more relaxed he was when harp music was playing, while when it came to wind based music like flutes or chimes, Crystalflayer/Vil would croon and sing along and the more canine-like kaiju would practically fall asleep.

Then there were the silly moments with the music.

When Goldmaker/Kalim was visiting, Yuu was playing the song “Cus I’m Happy” at random…when they noticed the shiny beetle/dragon kaiju doing the tippy-tap dance like a dog on all six legs, bouncing here and there in time to the music like a kid jumping on the bed.

And then there was the time that Bruiser/Deuce and Feralfang/Epel were tugging on something that looked somewhat like a giant leather ball that had been popped (or at least, they thought it was a ball, though it could be a bit of carcass too). It didn’t seem like they were fighting over food and more like they were just…playing. It wasn’t until they had stood frozen in place for a moment that Yuu played the song “Cotton Eyed Joe”—

And they both tugged in time to the beat. (A/N: click link for doggos in reference to the song/scene!)

Aaaah, the joys of music!

Now as for the food, as good as fruit and the vegetables were, it was a little harder to find sources of protein that were safe for human consumption on the island…or at least, sources that didn’t want to eat or swallow them whole or were out of reach. Plus, they had a continuous source of fresh meat brought to them and Grimfang throughout the day with no hassle. They just needed a way to…prepare it.

When Yuu manages to light a fire in a makeshift firepit (guided by MIRA’s survival database), Nevermore was certainly surprised to find that his hatchling had finally accepted the meat offering and confused at what they were doing with it near the fire. It’s incredibly rare for any kaiju to actually “cook” their meat, and whatever constitutes as cooked meat would be little more than chewy charcoal, so if it turns out that’s what the little human likes then so long as they eat their fruits and veggies, he’ll allow it.

//

“Aaaaand…done!” Yuu uttered, tugging one of the sticks bearing individual chunks out of the ground. They could feel the juices from the meat that had dripped down the makeshift skewer, forcing them to take care as they adjusted it in their grip to avoid the hot parts before they took a tentative bite.

Just like the fruit, the meat was tender and full of flavor as the juices dripped down their chin with each bite. It wasn’t perfect, but it was so good to have a cooked meal again that Yuu didn’t care. They’d even been lucky to find a wall of salt when they’d gone exploring with Grimfang, so at least the meat had a little extra flavor to it! MIRA had mentioned before that the island had many herbs and spices that could be used for cooking. If they could get a hold of some of these, then their meals would be so much more fulfilling!

Curious sniffing caught their attention as they turned to see Grimfang, cerulean eyes staring at the chunks still cooking on the sticks around the fire. He’d long since finished his portion, so there was no way that he should still be hungry…right?

“Mrrlh?” he grumbled, carefully pawing at the dirt near one of the sticks but not actually touching it before giving Yuu a look.

“No, this is mine. You had yours already,” Yuu told him, turning their attention back to their food.

“Prrrrrr…”

‘…oh no…’ Slowly they turned their attention back to Grimfang…and immediately they found themselves struck by the biggest, brightest pair of kitten eyes they’d ever seen, the kaiju’s forelegs curling up to his chest as he rolled over onto his side to reveal his soft, fluffy tummy. ‘…darn it, why did I have to watch those kitten videos around him!?’

His paws began to open and close, mimicking the kneading motion that the kittens in the video had done earlier.

“…augh! Fine! But just this once, got it?” Yuu said, heaving a sigh as they took another stick out of the ground and—after playing hot-potato with the cooked flesh—tossed it into Grimfang’s waiting jaws with a snap. He was purring in triumph, giving Yuu a smug looking grin…

Before he froze, pupils growing so wide that they nearly engulfed the blue of his eyes. His whole body began to shiver, jaw slack as drool began to drip from his maw. Then—rearing back on his hind legs—his paws pressed against his cheeks as he swayed almost in pure bliss, a series of trills and chirps coming from him.

“Huh. Well, uh…glad you like my cooking, Gri—hey! Hey, hey, hey, hey! NO! Grim! You had yours, the rest are mine! Stoooop! Nevermore!!”

//The next day//

“Okay, here’s what’s going to happen: I’m going to cook some of this meat using the ingredients we just picked from the forest, and while the big hunk cooks on the spit, we’ll snack on the smaller pieces. This side is yours, and this side is mine. Got it so far?”

“Mrp!”

“Good. Don’t even think about stealing my share, or I’m never cooking anything again. Got it?”

“Myah!”

Shniff-shniff…

“Huh…? Wha-!? Scrapper, no! This is mine! I-wait, I-! What are you all even doing here!? Guys!”

//The next day//

“……did you guys know that Scrapper, Shellshock, Ashsong, and Heartbinder could even cook, or is this new?” Yuu asked, watching as Ashsong’s tentacles moved the herbs and spices across the cooking meat, Heartbinder’s claws and teeth ripping chunks off and handing them to the clover-marked Shellshock as he put them on skewers. Ashsong’s wings would occasionally flap, causing the flames to flare up with new life. Scrapper used his jaws to turn the makeshift spit that one of the kaiju had carved to turn the meat in a slow circle.

“Nyawr.”

“Thaaaat’s what I thought…more please!”

//

As it turns out, once the kaiju learn the secret to amazing food, it becomes one of the few things that keeps them from bickering and fighting and even have them cooperate together just to get a taste. It was a strange sight to see, and even MIRA commented that this was highly unusual behavior that hadn’t been recorded by scientists before. This raised far more questions than answers. Sure, the kaiju were dangerous, but they were intelligent.

Too intelligent…

[mythica0]

Lil fic idea if ur up to it :3

Peri tickling dev with a sock puppet after dev was being a bit of a brat?

U don't gotta do it, it's just an idea

Attitude

🎂: Fop; a new wish

🧁: Dev

🍫: Peri

Summary: Dev is being pretentious and bratty again. Peri decides to fix that.

A/N: thanks for the request! :3 and this’ll fit nicely into the story I have going! :D enjoy!!

Cw for a single swear.

Attitude

‘This child is going to be the death of me..’

Peri thought to himself. It had been a long day.

Dev was being bratty and putting on his holier-than-thou act. Peri wasn’t exactly sure why Dev was acting up, but nonetheless it was something., that’s for sure.

***

Dev was feeling mischievous today. He decided that being a sarcastic little shit was a great way to entertain himself.

It started simple, with him mixing not-names in with people’s names while talking to them. Y’know, calling Hazel Hazmat and Winn Watch.

But then, he started doing more. He pulled some minor pranks, pretended he was better than everyone and made smug, sarcastic comments frequently.

Man this was fun! He sure got a chuckle or two out of the incredulous faces of his friends.

***

After another sarcastic quip, Peri decided enough was enough. He needed to do something about this attitude problem.

Once they were at Dev’s house, Peri didn’t give him a chance to settle down before pouncing on him.

“Whahahat thehe-? Peheheri!”

“You’ve been having a bit of an attitude today, and I think it’s time to teach you a little lesson in kindness.” He summoned a sock puppet, the sock was purple with blue swirls on it, and had small black button eyes.

“This is Socky, and he’s here to teach you!”

Peri made sure to put on a silly voice whenever talking as Socky, still tickling with his other hand. “Hey, dev! I heard that someone’s being a little bit mischievous today!”

Dev laughed harder at the silly voice. “Yeheah- whahat abohout ihit?”

“Welll~” Socky began, “Being rude to other people isn’t a good thing to do, mister! Would you care to tell us why you’re doing so?”

“Cahause ihits fuhunny!”

“Well, we’ll just have to help you learn not to do that! And hey- maybe if we help you laugh enough you won’t feel the need to use others as entertainment!”

After finishing the little speech, Peri used the sock puppet to ‘chomp’ on Devs sides. Which, to devs surprise, actually tickled quite a lot!

“Pffthahaha ohoho gohosh!” He gently squirmed around and half-heatedly pushed at Peri’s hands.

“Aww~ does that tickle? Do the little chomps make you feel all giggly and light? Do the tickly tickles make you wanna laugh and laugh~” Peri teased, knowing how much it got to the kid.

Dev’s face immediately turned red. He figured that he could deny it. Y’know, because it makes him seem stubborn and cool. Definitely not because it might get him tickled more. Not at all.

“Nohohoho!”

“Oh they don’t? This doesn’t make you wanna laugh and giggle and squirm around all happy like~”

“Nuhuhuh-uhuhuh!”

“Well, then, I’m stumped! Why are you laughing then?”

Dev mustered up the sassiest response he could think of. “Becahahause yohour atehehempts tohoho gehet tohoo mehe ahare lahaughahable!”

“Oh really~ I think you’re lying to me, Dev~ if these little tickles aren’t making you wanna laugh then I guess you wouldn’t mind if did this~” as he said it, he moved both hands to Dev’s tummy, shaking it and Chomping gently with Socky, making silly chomping noises.

The kid’s laughter grew louder and faster at the sudden increase in sensation, but man was this fun. Despite his defiance, the tickles were in fact making him all giggly and happy. It was such a silly feeling, but it made him feel all light and fluttery, filling his systems with joy as he laughed his little heart out.

“See~ I can tell that this tickles Dev~ your sweet little giggles are all the answer I need! I think you were lying~ what do you think, Socky?”

He let up with the hand holding the puppet for a moment, to speak as it. “Mmm-hmm! Definitely lying! And you know what I think~”

“What?” “I think that he lied on purpose to get more tickles!”

“Aww, you think so~ how adorable.”

Peri’s attempts at ventriloquism were admittedly horrible, but Dev still found that his godparent talking to himself while tickling him was very silly.

“Well, you think we should give it to him~ after all, he was being kinda mean.”

“Ah, I don’t know.”

Suddenly, the tickles stopped. Dev stopped giggling slowly, and despite the smile that still adorned his face he was kinda disappointed.

“Maybe we should make him ask for it~ what do you think, Socky?”

“Excellent Idea, Peri! Let’s!”

Dev’s face immediately went bright red. They were gonna make him ask! That was so mean!

After a moment of silence, Peri spoke again. “Well~ you gonna ask politely?”

Dev mumbled under his breath.

“What was that? I didn’t quite hear you~”

Dev blushed even harder as he spoke.. “Will you.. please… tickle me.”

“Aww, of course! Thanks for asking so politely!”

Then, without any further delay, Peri started tickling Dev again. He laughed and laughed and had so much fun.

“Hey, Dev, you learn your lesson? You gonna be polite and nice to people?”

Dev didn’t know how to answer. On the one hand, if he said no Peri might stop- which he didn’t want just yet, but on the other hand causing mischief was kinda part of his personality he couldn’t just not do it ever.

At the hesitation, Peri sighed. “Alright, I’ll make it a bit easier. You don’t have to stop being mischievous entirely, just try not to actually hurt people’s feelings, kay?”

Dev laughed out an agreement, and then Peri kept tickling, happy to make his kid happy.

It took a minute, but eventually Dev tired out and told Peri to stop. He did, Getting rid of the sock puppet (he kinda liked the idea. Maybe he’ll use Socky more often.)

As Dev’s laughs died down, he sat up.

“T-thanks, Peri.”

“Ah, no problem, kid.”

They fell into a comfortable silence. Dev thought to himself. ‘Maybe I should have an attitude problem more often…’

———THE END————————————————

[gojocumdumpster]

You got any nsfw Erwin Smith headcanons? THAT MAN DRIVES ME CRAZY

Yes ma’am I do.

Type of story:🌹🔥

Afab reader

Warnings: Nsfw, cum, mentions of toys, dicks,ect

If you don’t know what they mean please search it up i’m so tired rn😭

I don’t know how to do headcannons like that so ima do a alphabet if that’s fine!

A-aftercare: 100/10 He will probably need to rest a little bit before he gets what you need because your gonna need something with how hard he pounded you

B- bodypart: His favorite body part might be his legs or arms one of those 2 and for you would be your thighs, the way they expand whenever you sit and when you suffocate him while he’s going to town between your legs

C- Cum: I feel like his cum is thicker a lot of people say it’s on the thinner side but he really gives off the thicker side. He like to see you swallowing it especially when you stick your tongue out and.

D- Dirty secret: He always wanted to fuck you on his desk or in levi’s room…😭

E- Experience: 8.9/10, in his teen years i’ll tell you this…he was a whore. But not as much now because he has to much on his plate and plus he was reckless as a teen.

F- Favorite position: Probably missionary to grip your thighs or riding.

G- Goofy: Not really, he really takes it seriously yours and his pleasure.

H- Hairy: I would say he’s shaven but not fully bald, like he leaves a little hair behind but it’s every blue moon he’ll go bald.

I- Intimacy: Same thing for Goofy, but if your bratty or just being disrespectful it’s the opposite.

J- Jerk off: Befote he got with you it would be like every 2 weeks.

K- Kinks: I can only think of Bdsm,daddy kink, school girl..😭

L- Location: His desk, or levi’s room.

M- Motivation: Something that has to do with your thighs like them expanding when you sit, you being bratty and others like that.

N- No: Pegging,piss,shat..

O- Oral: Giver, the debate is over. (and recevier to..)

P- Pace: And again like intimacy depends on your mood and his but its a steady medium pace just enough to get to cum.

Q- Quickie: Sometimes, if he's on his break and he needs to let go some stress.

R- Risk: He'll do it in Levi's office, that's enough to explain it all.

S- Stamina: You see what this man does on a daily bases? Not even getting paid. At least 2-5 hours..

T- Toys: He has a vibrator for you, belts, gags, cuffs lots of things.

U- Unfair: Only if your acting bratty, or not. AllI gotta say is you'll either be begging to cum or begging for him to stop.

V- Volume: Lots of groans, and fast breathing and moans when he's close.

W- Wild card: Want's to do it in a empty alley way..

X- X-ray: 7inches, thicker side with veins and tanish-pinkish tip.

Y- Yearning: Like 8.9\10 he can wait but not for to long before he pounces on you.

Z- Zzz: Waits a couple minutes then falls asleep yk yk yk.?!??!

[fluff-writing]

Hmmm, fic where Rat have fever and Mal take advantage? :D or change side(omegaverse)

This inspired the start of a sick-fic before I remembered u specified omegaverse lmao.

Malthael being inappropriate under the cut.

Rathma growled at him, low and dangerous in his chest. It only served to make Malthael chuckle as the vibrations tickled at his thighs where he was straddling the nephalem. He reached forward to rub affectionately under his chin. “That’s not going to help, you know.” Malthael teased. “I’m not letting you go anytime soon, and you’re not even that intimidating right now.”  That was a semi-lie. Not the part about being let go; Malthael was keeping his alpha tied up until he’d forcibly wrangled his rut out of him (or possibly just until he himself was satisfied), and that was that. No, despite having both hands bound above his head, and a gag clamped between his teeth, Rathma was actually still rather unnerving to behold.  It had to be something in the way he stared, Malthael thought. Plenty of Alphas had oggled him over the years, but this was something else. A level beyond. Oh, there was raw, filthy lust in those eyes. There was violent intent. But there was also a possessiveness, a fierceness he had never quite found in another angel.  It wasn’t actually all that often that Malthael got to behold his partner all splayed out like this, got to hold him still after tearing away all his trappings and armor himself. His chest and belly, pale with a smattering of black hair, were constantly rising, flexing beneath him where he had perched himself on his mate’s body. There was also the strained way his restraints creaked whenever he flexed clawed hands and lean arms. Malthael had the feeling that if Rathma truly wanted to be free, then he would be. It was a strangely giddy feeling, knowing that his alpha was letting him tease and taunt and play with him like this. Rathma must’ve been enjoying it.  With a huff through his nose, the nephalem settled once more. Back to glaring daggers.   “Good boy.” Malthael purred. He leaned in to gently kiss him on the forehead, and noted the way Rathma went completely still. Anticipating affection? Or perhaps waiting to pounce.  White skin was hot beneath his lips. Just shy of burning. Oh, his mate ran warm, warmer than humans, certainly warmer than the angels. But in the throes of rut, he’d heated up even more.  We don’t call it ‘mating fever’ for no reason. Rathma had wryly told him, before said fever had totally taken him. With a satisfied hum, Malthael inhaled, breathing in his partner's scent. It was heavier than usual, thick with pheromones and sweat-scent. He nuzzled his way down his cheek, tucked his nose up into the crook where Rathma's throat-met-jaw. Heady. Delicious. "My dear nephalem." Malthael breathed. "How I shall care for you tonight."

[found-wings]

codebreakers is unstoppable force vs immovable object when it comes to resting cause it's just 'person who needs to hug / cling something while sleeping' meeting 'person who needs to feel weighted down to actually sleep' T-T they hug Once while sitting down and they're out for the count for the day good luck getting rid of etoiles weighted bird blanket and getting rid of phils star pillow 🙏 - 💿

JAJAJA SO TRUE

Okay I‘ll get into a bit of headcanon stuff because RAAAAH THEMM

But I headcanon that besides instincts, Phil is also used to holding and clinging to things in his sleep in case he needs to use it right after waking up, as it was very common to be attacked when he slept in his past ( this man has been through so many assassination attempts probably, good and bad ones ). Usually he clings most often to weapons, shields, potions - however with his stay on the island, he has attempted at stopping this habit because. well, he doesn‘t want to instinctively attack anyone who accidentally wakes him JAHS

This does however lead to Phil still clinging in his sleep because of how used to it he is - just that he clings to people instead.

I also headcanon for Etoiles to be a pretty light sleeper and he moves around quite a bit when he‘s asleep. Something weighting him down makes him feel more calm, as well as helps him not move too much or entirely give up on trying to sleep because it eases his temptation of getting back up.

And this works perfectly for the Codebreakers :D

Even if Etoiles were to wake up, he‘d probably fall asleep again because Phil still weighing him down = everything’s safe and well, he can let down his guard.

Phil waking up ready to pounce on someone but noticing that Etoiles is asleep ( and probably also clinging whenever Phil moves a bit, so that Phil stays put ) = all good, all safe, he can go back to sleeping if possible

THE SILLIES BUT NAPPING!!!!