#THEYRE GONNA BE SO CLOSE IN PROXIMITY

[natsmagi]

do u guys think theyre gonna drop the switch mv and then immediately bombard us with natsume and tsumugis gachas back to back. Do u think happyele hates us and is going to personally kick us in the teeth

[xxplastic-cubexx]

it doesnt need to be said but its genuinely so funny how at-the-hip charles and erik are in krakoa like they really had the green light- the OBLIGATION- to be as obnoxiously close to each other as possible and abused that right to the fullest extent

[wispwatched]

OK but listen what if.... Ensha becomes a temporary companion(?) because miri goes missing ?? Maybe in the end if/when you help him find her and bring her back, he may or may not just decide to Stay, either in the lighthouse or at the very least, nearby. Close enough to stay where he can keep an eye on Miri (cause she might decide to stick around herself?? regardless tho they're a double deal, where she goes he goes, so while ONE could be a companion, undoubtedly you'd have both in close proximity to the other at any given time.)

ALTERNATIVELY... Ensha goes missing due to, idk venatori or the restless spirits/demons in the necropolis or something, some kind of quest he'd gone on, and Miri is found distressed and worrying by vorgoth and myrna, and that's where you pick her quest up B]

[waywardsalt]

Link/Tetra?

I… don’t really ship it at all.

I don’t even think on it all too much. I never actually played Wind Waker all the way through and Link and Tetra have pretty minimal interaction in Phantom Hourglass, and it’s never been sold to me in any other way, so… eh.

I think I lean a little bit into disliking it a little bit? I haven’t seen these two interact much in canon, and I usually need good chemistry between characters to want to ship them, and I personally haven’t seen much between these two. What I have seen doesn’t really justify a good sort of relationship between them so I’m not really a fan anyways.

So ranging from not really caring to slight dislike?

[beloveds-embrace]

Fuck it, we ball, I hope that disrespectful anon gets hemorrhoids and they can't get them removed until next year, AND that their insurance doesn't cover it. I'm here thinking about your Omega idea where omegas normally do the pursuing, but with a slight twist; the boys being the omegas. An alpha who is for sure down bad for the boys, but thinks "ah, theyre out of my league, I should be aiming lower, manage my expectations". Only 141 is just as down bad for them, and they're doing everything just short of screaming "PICK UP ON THE HINTS, COME INTO OUR HOUSE AND BEDS AND LIVES AND STAY FOREVER PLEASE"

Johnny is about to say fuck decorum and just show up in reader's house wearing nothing but a ribbon and a tag that says 'free to a good home' (your home is the good one, please keep him, there is no receipt so you can't return him).

Price has the brain cell normally in terms of trying to gently coax you into getting you to say you're into them, he has a 15 step plan that may or may not involve using his various contacts to get you spending more time in close proximity to them. Also he for some reason is always baking, he always comes over asking you for sugar? (He'll take any kind of 'sugar' you're willing to offer, he loves making a variety of cream pies)

Gaz is always gently inviting them to attend 'friend' things, things that could be a date but that he can excuse as 'well we're coworkers/friends/neighbors, we should get along :)'. It's just a coincidence that various other people seem to bail except for any of the other boys, now why don't you sit beside him so you guys can share popcorn at the movies (you both always seem to be reaching for it at the same time, if your fingers touched anymore you might as well be holding hands)

Simon is chasing off any omegas he thinks are a threat to them getting reader, that is THEIR alpha, paws OFF (rip to anyone reader was halfheartedly going on dates with, this man is gonna become those people's sleep paralysis demon)

Hope you enjoy!! :3 💕💕 i lovedddd writing this sm omg

See, the thing is, you’d always thought of yourself as a decent Alpha. Not overbearing, not egotistical, not a demanding freak- just capable and steady. But you weren’t extraordinary. Not the kind of Alpha Omegas like them would look at twice. And so, while you worked alongside the men of Task Force 141 you convinced yourself to be content with just admiring them from a distance.

You couldn’t help it. They were perfect, as far as you were concerned. Perfect, and fully out of your league.

Surely, Omegas like them would want someone better. Someone stronger. You’d told yourself that so many times it was practically your mantra, the only way you’d be able to stop yourself from pursuing them. They deserved someone more charismatic, more confident- an Alpha who could match their brilliance. Not someone like you, fumbling through conversations with them, struggling to keep your feelings in check.

But they’d already decided. They didn’t need a flashy Alpha or someone who tried too hard. What they wanted was you. The only problem? You didn’t seem to realize it, no matter how obvious they made it.

John took the lead, naturally. He knew you were cautious and perhaps a little insecure when it came to relationships (it was fucking visible in you, silly Alpha. He scoffs each time you draw back, frustrated), so he made it his mission to draw you in- slowly and subtly. His plan was meticulous: get you comfortable, build trust, and create opportunities for you to spend more time with them so you’d see that they only want you.

Maybe then you’d break out of that stupid shell you’ve put yourself in.

He’d started baking regularly, a habit you hadn’t even known he had. At least once a week, he’d show up at your place with a tin of cookies, a loaf of fresh bread, or a perfectly golden pie. “Thought I’d share,” he’d say casually, though the slight smirk tugging at his lips told a different story. He peers at you, letting his scent coil just a bit more. “I hope you don’t mind the amount of cream. I happen to like cream pies a lot.”

The way to an Alpha’s heart is through their stomach, and all that.

If he wasn’t offering you baked goods, he was asking for your help to make said baked goods. “Ran out of sugar again,” he’d sigh, handing you an empty container. “Mind sparing a bit?”

It was ridiculous, downright unbelievable how often he supposedly ran out of baking supplies. But his visits became a highlight of your week, and the lingering looks he gave you left your heart pounding long after he was gone.

The one time he’d handfed you, watching you lick the syrup from his fingers with half-lidded eyes, still lives in your mind rent-free.

Kyle took a softer, more personal approach. He wasn’t above using the pretense of friendship to spend time with you, often inviting you to casual dates- grabbing coffee, going to the movies, or just walking through town and shopping. Every invitation was framed innocently, but there was always a little extra effort behind it. He’d pick a movie he knew you’d like, suggest places he knew you’d find interesting, and ensure that others you unfortunately knew joined just enough to make it seem less like a date.

Somehow, though, those other people always mysteriously canceled. It was never anything dramatic- just a sudden cold, a scheduling conflict, or a “something came up, sorry.” Eventually, it would be just you and a very smug Kyle, sitting close enough that your knees brushed or reaching for popcorn at the same time. Once, right as the bowl emptied and you both reached for it, Kyle simply thought fuck it and held your hand.

On one occasion, you both shared a bowl of spaghetti and ended up with the scene from the Lady and the Tramp.

It was so painfully obvious to everyone.

Except you.

“It’s not a coincidence,” Kyle muttered to Johnny one evening after you left, both of them sitting in the spot you were in, bathing in the leftover warmth and scent. “How can they not notice?”

Speaking of Johnny; he’s barely keeping himself together. Subtlety in missions are a must sometimes, but he doesn’t want to that with you anymore. He was just so, so, so frustrated with your obliviousness. What more does he need to do to show you that he- that they- want you?

He’s been dropping so many hints; half-jokes about Omegas waiting begging to be swept off their feet, suggestive winks when you compliment him in that lovely, adoring tone of yours. Once, while watching a romantic tv show, he’d sighed loudly and very pointedly said: “If only someone would claim me.”

“If ye don’t figure it out soon,” he growled at the others one night, pacing back and forth like a wild beast and probably on his way to leave a dent in the carpet, “I’m showin’ up at their doorstep with nothin’ but a red bow, like some bloody Christmas prezzie, I swear to god.”

John sighs, rolling his eyes. “You do that, and I’m leaving you on their porch.”

“That’s exactly what I’m askin’ for!”

Simon took the quietest but most direct approach. Just not exactly direct towards you. While the others worked to get closer to you, Simon focused on eliminating what he saw as obstacles: other Omegas who thought you were free for the taking. It didn’t matter if they were serious or just someone you’d gone on a casual date with- Simon saw them all as threats.

He didn’t have to say much to scare them off. A single cold glare from across the room, sharp bursts of his scent, or a low, menacing comment was usually enough to send them packing. He didn’t care if it was excessive.

You were his Alpha. You were their Alpha, and no one else had a right to you.

But even Simon softened when it came to you. He couldn’t put all his thoughts, all his feelings into words, so he did them with his actions. Quiet protectiveness, gentle, careful touches. Moments of fleeting vulnerabilities shared between you and him.

He was always there for you. Even if you didn’t know you need him with you.

Still, despite all their efforts, you remained convinced that they weren’t interested.

In the end, to no one’s surprise, it’s Johnny who snaps. Johnny, so close to his heat, so absolutely done with your obliviousness and the Omegas that aren’t them talking with you when you should be only focused on them.

He doesn’t care; leaves the carefully made nest with your stolen shirts and none of the others stop him when he just. Drags your surprised self to the nest.

“Johnny! You-“

“I want you.” He hisses, bares his teeth all sharp and desperate. “We want you. And damn it, we will have you.”

And well, who are you to even say no when this is all you have wanted?

[hyukalyptus]

or else what? —hueningkai x fem!reader | enemies to enemies with benefits(?). NSFW/MDNI!

cw. mean dom!kai, reader and kai are mean to each other, feat. soob and yj and their partners for a very short amount of time (not in smut part tho), camping, reader is a type A boss bitch kinda person, mentions of rain, kissing, hair pulling, mean names (slut, stupid, dumb, loser), pet names (baby), sex, light restraining, ruined orgasms, biting, nipple play, some dacryphilia, maybe a lil bit of publicness? (theyre at a campsite but implied no one else can hear anything), creampie, reader is embarrassed that she did stuff w kai and tells him, reader has a dog, reader is good at video games, chubby!reader implied, lmk if i missed anything! notes. im usually not one for mean stuff, im way more of a softie, so i tried something new but im quite nervous about it. oh! and this is based off a thought i posted the other week. lmk what ya think ;) smut under cut. wc. 4.1K

“Why are you being nice to him?” You snap at your dog who is currently greeting your friends at your front door. Normally, you wouldn’t mind, of course, but they have taken a particular liking for Kai. Apparently, you’re the only person in the world that hates him. Kai that is. The constant laughing, the sickeningly sweet optimism, and his sheer humility—it all screams fake to you.

You hate every little thing about him and he hates you right back. The way you disagree with everything he says just because, how you’re always pointing out when he’s wrong, how you seem to be depressingly pessimistic. You put up with each other for the sake of your friends—not everyone in every friend group has to get along, right? 

“Nice to see you too.”

“Someone separate them please?” Soobin asks. “I can’t deal with another argument right now.” He rubs his temple out of caution.

Everyone’s over for a game night—Soobin, his partner, River, as well as Yeonjun, and your best friend, Sage, who has been in an on-again-off-again relationship with him since they met. Right now, they’re off, but definitely still friendly. 

“How about some Smash Bros?”

“No,” you say to Kai. “Mario Kart.” 

“River and I have been talking about playing Smash Bros all day.”

“Not my problem.”

“How about we take a vote?” He suggests. You reluctantly agree, watching as you’re the only one that raises your hand to play Mario Kart before you glare at Sage, guilting them into voting for it too. Regardless of their vote, though, it’s still four against two. Kai sticks out his tongue at you just to rub it in your face. God, you hate it when he wins. 

“Maybe you should stop pouting,” Sage says, nudging your shoulder. “Beat him in the next round. You know you’re better than anyone here.” You take the opportunity to easily—and quickly—beat Kai in a one-on-one match. Now it’s his turn to pout while he grabs a snack. 

Luckily, everyone makes it through the night without any blood or tears shed but when the group’s annual camping trip comes up, the cold weather mixed with the prolonged close proximity to people leads to a grumpy Kai arguing with an even grumpier you. 

The reason behind the initial argument is long forgotten—you’re seemingly arguing over anything and everything from you stopping too often to take pictures to him taking sips from your water bottle, which he insists was an accident. Everyone’s keeping you two as far apart from each other as possible, with him leading the pack and you bringing up the rear. 

“It looks like it’s gonna rain soon,” River points out. “We should probably set up camp.” Everyone agrees, setting sights for the campsite. 

“What do you think about this spot over here, Sage?” You ask but are immediately answered with the guiltiest look from them, eyes glancing between you and Yeonjun. “Don’t tell me.” You roll your eyes for what feels like the millionth time that day. “You’re back together?” You ask quietly.

“Please don’t be mad,” they say. “It’s going really well this time.” 

“I didn’t bring another tent.” 

“Kai’s tent is huge,” Sage says, loud enough for Kai to hear, as if they’re making a suggestion to him. “Can she stay with you?” 

“I thought Yeonjun was sleeping in my tent.” 

“I was gonna stay in Sage’s,” Yeonjun responds, with an attempted wink. Everyone looks between each other, dodging each other’s eyes, no one wanting to give in. Everyone’s desperate to stay with their partners but you and Kai are desperate to not spend a single second alone together. Soobin and River won’t budge. Sage’s pleading eyes looking at you added to the pleading eyes Yeonjun sends Kai, you look at each other before he finally agrees—

“Fine,” Kai says, dropping the poles to the ground. “You gotta finish setting it up though. I’m gonna go get some water and refill the cooler with ice,” he says, leaving you with an impossible task. There’s a reason you didn’t bring your own tent.

Struggling with the tent for at least thirty minutes, it’s even less put together than when Kai turned the task over to you. The two couples have snuggled into their tents for the night and the drizzle is quickly turning into a downpour. Soaked, cold, and annoyed, Kai’s making his way back to you, anger etched all over his face when he doesn’t have a dry tent to walk into. 

“Do you not know how to put a tent up?”

“No, actually I don’t.”

“I could’ve set up three tents by now,” he says, but doesn’t have time to be much madder—he’s gotta get a roof over his own head. Without speaking, he takes over completely, getting it up in about ten minutes. It would’ve been quicker if he didn’t have to work in the rain. 

Settling in, you try to dry the parts of the interior that got wet from the rain, but it doesn’t help much. He peels off his now-soaked shirt and searches for a dry one. 

“Ah, that was my last t-shirt.”

“I’m sorry. I tried—”

“I don’t care,” he stops you, holding his hand up.

Falling silent, you change the subject, “What took you so long anyway?”

“I was talking to someone at the ice machine for a while,” he says matter-of-factly, holding up his laptop. “Wanna watch a movie before bed?” 

“No.” You lay your head on the stupid camping pillow hoping for some rest. But your plan is disrupted by the blaring trumpets of a movie intro. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“Watching a movie.” 

“Turn it off.” 

“I didn’t ask for permission to watch it,” he points out. “I asked if you wanted to join me.”

“Isn’t it gonna bother the other campers?”

“Doubt they can hear it.”

Frustrated, you roll over and cover your ears. You thought you could sleep through anything, especially with the rain pouring outside, but you were wrong. Eventually, you give up, throwing your pillow down and slamming his laptop shut.

“What are you doing? You asshole—” he snaps, glaring at you. 

“Me? You’re the ass for not letting me sleep,” you fire back, narrowing your eyes. 

“I wasn’t supposed to have you in here anyway,” he mutters. 

“I’m not an asshole,” you say defensively.

“Yes, you are,” he spits. “You always have to have it your way.”

“I’m not having this argument with you,” you say, turning away and trying to block out his escalating anger. You pull the thin camping blanket over your head, desperate for some peace.

He huffs, clearly frustrated, but you ignore it. The sound of rain tapping against the tent becomes your only solace. Minutes pass in silence, each second stretching longer than the last. You can feel his restless energy beside you, the tension almost palpable.

“I can't believe you. You're so annoying,” he says. 

You simply lay there, trying to block out the muttering under his breath. The stickiness of the damp sleeping bags and the cold camping pillow are ridiculously uncomfortable.

Remembering the clean, dry blankets you have stored in the trunk of your car for emergencies and you get up to grab them silently, ignoring his insults. Returning with them, his eyes light up and he asks, “Where did you get those?”

“My car,” you answer nonchalantly, setting up your new bed. You try to salvage what you can of the sleeping bag to have some kind of barrier between the damp tent floor and your blanket, but it’s not perfect. Eventually settling on the makeshift bed, you can feel Kai staring at you through your closed eyelids. “Can I help you?” You ask without opening them.

“Aren’t you gonna share those with me?”

“Why would I?”

“You’re the one that got our other blankets and the tent all wet.” 

“Not my fault you didn’t bring back-up.”

He exasperates, clearly done with you and all your…what does he call it? Selfish nonsense? “I can’t believe I have to share a tent with you. And you get it all wet in here and won’t even share the dry blankets with me?” 

“You think I'm happy about this either?" Your arms flail before you go on one of your famous rants. “I don’t even like camping but I come along with Sage because they’re my best friend and I was looking forward to spending time alone with them to talk but because they decided to start fucking Yeonjun again I have to sleep in a tent with you, which you make me put together even though I don’t know how to put it together so its disgusting in here and you expect me to share my blankets with you? You’re never nice to me why the fuck would I share them with you? You’re always making me look like a bitch in front of everyone when I know you’re just—”

Kai suddenly yanks you by your elbow and says, “Would you please just shut up?” 

Seeing him this mad…you don’t know if he’s ever looked like this. Red in the face, eyebrows furrowed, not to mention he’s still shirtless since all his clothes are soaked. You look over his body—you’ve never seen him before—and you realize just how muscular he is. Broad-shouldered, defined pecs and ripples in his arms, particularly the one gripping you so harshly. 

You smirk at him before saying, “Make me." Looking over your face, he doesn’t know what comes over him. Maybe it's anger or frustration or the ambiance from the sound of rain against the tent and the small camping lamp, but he can’t help it. 

Crashing his lips into yours, you’re taken by surprise. You feel the power his plush lips give off, but only for a second before you push him off. 

“What the hell are you doing?” 

“I don’t–I don’t know, I, uh…” He stutters, trying to find something—anything—to say, but no luck. Looking at each other, something clicks like we need to have each other now. 

You pull him to you by cupping his cheeks and crashing your lips into his quickly, eagerly, desperately. Hands in his hair, his on your hips, he squeezes your chubby thighs, wanting more, but—

“Woah, woah, woah, what’s happening? You and I are making out?” He asks, shock etched across his face as his eyebrows furrow. 

“Well, not anymore.” You look at him confused. “Did you forget you’re the one that kissed me first?”

“That was just so you’d shut up.”

“Don’t act like you don’t want me. I see you staring at my tits all the time.” You smirk at him and his eyes shift, admitting guilt. Realization hits you. “...Is that why you’re such an ass to me? Because you’re sexually frustrated whenever you’re around me? Do you…like me?”

“No,” he says defensively. “I hate you actually. You’re so annoying.” He rolls his eyes. “But the most annoying part about you is how much I wanna fuck you.” Your eyes widen, but a smile slowly spreads across his face before he asks, “Is that why you’re such an ass to me?” Leaning in closer, he examines your face, looking for any sign of weakness. “It is, isn’t it?” You shake your head. “Say it.” 

“Kai.”

“I wanna hear you say you want me.”

The quickest, most disingenuous, “I want you,” comes out of your mouth. Did you really just say that? It’s not like you haven’t noticed how handsome he’d gotten recently, but it’s also not like you’ve ever thought about doing anything. Before tonight, the thought of him even touching you made your skin crawl. But right now, you don’t think you’ve ever wanted anyone more. Reaching for him, you add, “Now shut up and fuck me.” 

Still shirtless from when he peeled off the wet fabric a few minutes ago, he tugs at the hem of your tank top. Slipping it off you, his eyebrows raise at your bare chest—full and needing to be squeezed, which he does immediately. Your nipples perky and hard from arousal and the cool air are simply begging to be sucked. His warm, welcoming and wet lips wrapped around one elicit a sound from you that you hope is covered by the rain outside. 

The others would never let you live it down if they heard you two fucking. 

Mouths all over—his on your nipples and your collarbone, yours on his mouth and his shoulders—it’s a whirlwind of kisses and pure lust. 

“I hate you,” you murmur, adding a nice hair tug for good measure. 

“I hate you too,” he responds. “So much.” The tent, damp from the rain and hot breath warms you up, skin slick with a sheen of sweat. Sleeping bags and blankets ruffle underneath your bodies as you rush to undress each other fully. “You’re so fucking stupid,” he says against your ear. “Don’t even know how to put up a tent. Need my help for everything?”

“You’ve never been any help to me,” you respond. “Plus, we wouldn’t have gotten rained on so much if you didn’t get lost leading everyone. Need your phone for everything? Can’t even handle one short hike? Good for nothing,” you spit. “Except…you’re kind of a good kisser.”

“Wish I could say the same about you.”

“Don’t lie,” you smirk. “I’m an incredible kisser.” He may roll his eyes but he heads straight back for more. “But you’re taking too long. Hurry up,” you say between kisses. Grazing his hand down your hip, he slides two fingers between your pussy lips and—

“You’re that wet for me and I’ve barely even touched you? Desperate slut.” You grab his cock, making him jerk forward, his mouth dropping open.

“You’re already that hard and I’ve barely even touched you? Horny loser.” Without warning, he lines himself up at your entrance and shoves his cock inside you, forcing a yelp from your throat.

Covering your mouth, he leans down, gracing his lips over your earlobe before whispering, “You never shut the fuck up, do you?” And he’s relentless. Fucking you fast and hard, whispering mean, dirty shit in your ear, shivers rolling down your spine at every syllable. “You don’t deserve to feel this good.”

“And you think you deserve this pussy?” You fire right back. Although, he does seem to be winning with the sheer amount of moaning coming from your mouth compared to his controlled sounds and expert movements. You try your best to compose yourself before saying, “A dumb fuck like you doesn’t deserve to even touch my skin.”

“Is that why you gasp when I pinch your nipples?” He asks. You narrow your eyes at him. But he definitely proves himself right. Rolling your nipple between his pointer finger and thumb, basking in the chills it gives you, clearly sending shocks of pleasure throughout your body. You reach to touch his broad chest but he stops you. “Nuh-uh. Hands to yourself,” he says, gripping your wrists harshly and pinning them to the ground. 

Suddenly, you’ve never wanted to touch someone more in your life. The way his skin glistens, muscles looking so strong, a bead of sweat drips between his pecs and you swear you clit twitches. Honestly, you’re in shock. What do you usually do with your hands? Since when has he been like this? An absolute slut? A mean slut at that. But you love it. 

Your hands stay at your side after he moves to squeeze your body again but you can’t help but reach up—you’re desperate to touch him. He halts, lifting his fingers off your tits. 

“Every time you try to touch me without permission, I’ll stop touching you,” he says. You surrender, putting your hands under your back. “Good girl.”

Fuck. That felt nice too. Being degraded is one thing, but getting rewarded for following directions? That’s delicious. Heat rushes to your ears. 

“Please—”

“Ah,” he places his pointer finger over your lips. “I told you to shut up, didn’t I?” You make a show of keeping your mouth closed. “You learn so fast, hm?” You smile—a genuine giddy smile. “So cute,” he whispers, placing a thumb on your clit, circling it gently. 

But when a weak little, “Fuck,” slips out of your mouth, he stops.

“Did I say you could speak?” You shake your head. Running a thumb across the apple of your cheek, he gives you a look somewhere between my pathetic little slut and you’re being such a good girl for me. 

Keeping your mouth shut, your body is in complete bliss, succumbing to the overwhelming pleasure his cock and hands are giving you. You’re positively drunk on his cock, letting him do whatever he wants to you—touch you here, lick and bite you there, kiss on this, suck on that—not only to be his good little slut, but because it feels fucking incredible. He knows what he’s doing, you’ll give him that. 

Then you feel it, your orgasm is slowly approaching, every move he makes pushes you closer and closer to the edge. And he knows it. The little whimpers you make, trying to hold back. The twitches your clit makes. The pulses of your pussy. 

“Aw,” he starts condescendingly. “Is my good little slut gonna come for me?” You nod rapidly, being sure to keep your mouth shut and movements under control. The last thing you want right now is a punishment. Or maybe it’s the thing you want most? The lines are too blurred to tell. “Say it.”

You can barely mumble it, but you manage to croak out, “You’re gonna make me come, Kai.”

“Good girl.” He doesn’t change a single thing. It creeps closer and closer until you can feel your body start to tip over. And then he does something…expected? Surprising? Honestly, you’re not so sure anymore. He stops, your orgasm so close to crashing over you, ruined by this son of a bitch. 

Tears form in your eyes. Was he really doing this to you? This annoying, stupid fucking jerk you’ve hated for years making you cry over his cock? 

“That’s for being such a goddamn nuisance since the day I met you.” 

What do you do now? Be a jerk to him? Overpower him and pin him down? Sit there like a hole needing to be fucked? You decide to go for the last option, hoping he’ll make you come as fast as he can. Although, truthfully, you feel like one swipe across your clit would make you finish you at this point. 

“Tell me you don’t deserve me.” You keep your mouth shut. Gently wrapping his fingers around your throat, you stare at his eyes. He chuckles like he’s proud of you before he says, “You may speak.” 

“I don’t deserve you.” He squeezes harder, almost like he’s saying that’s not enough. “I don’t deserve to feel this good. I don’t deserve your cock. I don’t deserve…anything.” 

“Good girl.” He loosens his grip around your throat. He’s done with his fun now. The ache in both of your bodies is getting unbearable and he’s determined to make you come first. Which he supposes he already did, despite ruining it for you. But he’s gotta get you back to that place before he gets there first.

Returning to the hard and fast pace of fucking you like he was a few minutes ago, his cock slams in and out and out of your pussy, ripples running down your thighs, ass, tits, everywhere. He stares in awe of your perfect tits bouncing in rhythm with his thrusts. 

Your mouth opens and closes like you want to say something, but if you speak without permission, he may stop. You decide to take a chance anyway. 

“Kai…” you squeak out through the rough movements. He responds with a sweet yet sinister smile that says you may speak. “You are gonna let me come, right?”

His eyebrows furrow, face full of pity. He asks, “You think I should?”

“You better or I’ll…” You trail off.

“You’ll what?” He stops moving, therefore earning a pathetic whine from you, trying to protest without words. “What are you gonna do to me?”

Now what’s a good punishment for him? Clearly, he’s used to being the one punishing his sexual partners—you wonder how his other subs have dealt with him being a jerk. You don’t want to overpower him like you thought you did. There’s something about being pinned down like this, letting him do whatever he wants, not having to move an inch. You’re such a powerful woman everywhere else—the type A personality type, which you admit can get overwhelmingly exhausting. 

Letting someone take full control over you like this—it’s relaxing. You wonder how much he’s enjoying himself but you notice the way his eyes flutter when you simply tighten your pussy around his cock, how he hasn’t stopped touching you since you finally let him, hell, he kissed you first. Of course he’s enjoying this. And bingo—you’ve got just enough control to get what you want. 

“I’ll never let you fuck me like this again.” 

Narrowing his eyes at you, it's like he knows that you caught him in the act of something. Cocking his head to the side, he asks, “We can’t let that happen, now can we?”

Somehow, the energy shifts to be even more desperate. Taking out years and years of frustration from hating each other while simultaneously wanting to have sex. Fucking as fast as your bodies will let you, the tent fills with the absolutely obscene noises coming from your mouths. The only reason you aren’t holding back is because the rain beating against the plastic tent and the occasional thunder thankfully covers most of it. 

When one of his thumbs finds your clit, you feel like you’re floating. The air falls out of your lungs, pleasure taking over your body as you relax into your orgasm. You’re drunk, high on his cock and the only thing you’re seeing are stars and that stupid smirk plastered across his face. It rips through your body like lightning, shooting out your toes and fingertips. 

“Talk to me,” he says breathlessly in your ear. But you can’t. You can only manage strangled noises to let him know you’re having an incredible orgasm. 

Coming down from your high, though, you finally say, “Fuck, that felt so good.” 

“Tell me how good.”

“You made me feel so…so fucking good, Kai,” you say, shaking your head, unsure of what else to tell him. Call it post-nut clarity, but why the hell were you having sex with him again? Honestly, who cares? He’s actually pretty hot and he’s damn good at this too. What happens after this? Enemies with benefits? Never mention it again? You make a note to come back to this with him later. But right now, you need to get to the matter at hand. “Why don’t you tell me how good I feel?”

“Oh baby, you feel so good,” he says. “Your pussy might be the only thing I like about you.” He chuckles, his mouth dropping open, undeniably close to his own orgasm. “Well, maybe your pussy and your tits.” Burying his face between them, he bites down on the plush, groaning against your skin. 

“I need you to come inside me, Kai. Please.” 

“Keep talking to me like that.”

And you do. Giving him praise, touching him in all the right places, putting on a show for him. With a few final thrusts, he groans, whispering something you don’t catch, but you feel it. Him coming inside you with a sexy groan, covering your chest in the sloppiest of kisses and bites. 

Catching his breath, he whispers breathlessly, “Damn. That was good.” Sliding out of you, an awkwardness catches up with the two of you. You push yourself up on your elbows, attempting to gather your thoughts. His eyes are still dark with desire as he looks at you with a satisfied smirk. 

“Listen,” you say, covering your chest with your blanket. “This can’t happen again.” His smile drops.

“What?”

“The fact that we did that,” you gesture between the two of you, “never leaves this tent, you hear me?” Cocking his head to the side, he nods awkwardly. “No one can find out about this. God, I’d be so embarrassed. Let’s just…get some sleep.” 

Did you forget about what he said?

Or I’ll never let you fuck my like this again. Using that as a threat if he didn’t let you come meant you wanted to do it again, no? Slowly putting on his boxers again, he agrees, turning away from you to try and get some sleep but, all of a sudden, there’s too much on his mind. 

[hotwings0203]

Needed to get possessive alpha bakugo off my chest, ill prolly write a sequel to this tmrw cuz i got some ideas

Tw: noncon, omegaverse

thinking about childhood possessive bakugo who's pined for his omega since she joined the pack Time after time again since you were kids he'd always tried to get close to you, using a number of strange to threatening courting techniques. It was benign at first when you both were young, with him jumping up the large apple tree to get you the juiciest fruit you could never seem to reach, but when you two grew older and played together with the rest of the pack, his efforts seemed more...possessive.

He'd always single you out and force you to be on his team, following up with growling at you whenever you'd run more than a few paces in front of away from him. His sleek gold and black coat would brush up against you constantly, as if only touching you would satiate his desire for your proximity. Bloodred eyes would glare at you when you'd shyly back away at dinnertime, opting to sit away from his intense gaze.

Not like he'd let you get that far.

When it would come time for bathing with your sisters, somehow, everytime you'd be out of the loop and would end up being forced to wash yourself on your own in the cold water.

Little did you know your sisters were not-so-kindly encouraged to not communicate their congregation to you by a certain fiery alpha.

And so when everyone was by the fire, barking out laughter and telling stories of their weekly hunt, you'd sulk to the riverside by yourself, clutching your towel over your shivering body as youd sink closer in the shallow water.

You wanted to get it done as fast as possible so you could join your pack in merry-making, haphazardly scraping dirt off your paws and washing the crevices between your ears.

But as soon as you take a step towards the lush bank, you hear a heavy splash behind you.

You whip around, ears drawn back immeditaley after seeing the alpha who shamelessly follows you around like he's already claimed you.

"W-whatre you doing here? Everyone's by the..fire..." you trail off unsurely as his spiked-up wet mane shakes in laughter. His lack of concern for the reprimands he'll undoubtedly recieve for being this physically close to you send faint warning alarms at the back of your head. Usually he glowers at you and turns tail, but this is new.

"I thought the pack leaders told you to leave me alone," your lip wobbles as your tone borders on fear and indignation. Your brothers had always kept you safe from him, snarling and hiding you behind their tall legs whenever he was around. Bakugo never seemed to give up though, his own flashing teeth and sick grin mirroring their own worry pulled back from their lips.

"Yeah? But you're here though."

You swallow hard and hope he doesn't hear your whimper as you splash backwards towards the bank, but his low grumble of pleasure upon smelling your sweet fear-omones says otherwise. It proves to him that you're not as immune as your other brothers swear you are to protect yourself against him, theyre actually worried for a reason.

They know you'd never stand a chance against him.

And his muscles do ripple amid the water as he steadily stalks towards you, leering as he licks his canines and trains his eyes on your feeble form.

It seems like as fast as you flail backwards towards unseen safety, he advances twice as fast, and within seconds your back hits a hard and scratchy surface.

Bakugo chuckles a humorless laugh as you've nestled yourself in a nice, private corner away from the mainland where everyone can see you. You've backed both of you into an enormous concaved treetrunk, one that circles around 10ft and only one opening...

which you've trapped yourself in.

The roots of various plants that have grown inside this hollowed out trunk provide little cushion as you whimper and try to desperatley climb the walls.

"When are you gonna give up?"

His voice is low, raspy with mixed want and bitterness.

"S-stop, stay away from me or I'll call for h-"

"When are you gonna realize you can't escape me?" He harshly whispers right at your ear as he lunges toward you, causing you to squeal with terror.

He nips your soft ear and inhales your neck, craning his own to get a good look at the sensitive unclaimed part of your neck.

His hands grip your sides and mold the squishy parts as though they were dough, his greediness increasing exponentially as he lowers his drooling mouth to your ear and laves his wet tongue over the planes of your neck and shoulder.

You begin to shake and sob, never having been dealt with him actually touching you and being a victim to his lust. You've taken the protection of your brothers for granted, and oh how you wish you could softly howl out if you had the courage to ask for help.

But the blonde's presence itself is enough of a threat to your life and safety, that much being made clear as his hands grow claws, no doubt his physical appearance shifting from being so riled up. Your skin prick and cuts as his nails jab harder into you, his hands roaming up and down your back, feeling your hips and ghosting over the swell of your ass as well as chest.

You writhe against him which unbeknownst to you, pushes your naked chest out against his own shredded pecs, your pebbled nipples grazing his toned skin and practically making his eyes roll back in efforts not to pin you down and take you like his bitch.

"I just wanted to wash," your voice comes out pleading, and meek. You have no idea how he'll react to you being aggressive and defensive against his assault even if you had the courage to speak out against him.

"And I want to claim you as my omega," he growls directly in your ear, causing you to whine again and cower your head beneath his hounding mouth. "But I guess we'll both have to wait for what we want, huh?"

He knows you know.

You have to know.

Have to have known how badly he wants you, wants to hear your voice ring high with laughter like you do teasing your sisters, wants to hear your playful growls as you wrestle with your brothers who let you win just to see you swish your tail with prowess. He wants to feel you rest your head on his chest, wants to see you look up at him with security and ease, knowing that he's there to protect and love you.

But how can he explain that, with years of nothing but threatening looks and yards of distance between you two?

If it brings you familiarity and perhaps ease of seeing him as you've always thought to have known him, as a brute with nothing on his mind apart from taking you like an animal and conquering you, then he'll save the monologuing for later.

"After all," he heaves in the darkness of the seclusion, voicing his thoughts, "your birthday's coming up, right? You'll be of age to be claimed."

He thrusts his knee in between your trembling legs, pushing your shoulders down while following with his head and never letting his mouth rise above your unclaimed mark. You gasp as he begins grinding his knee in circles against your hooded clit, bouncing you lightly to evoke whatever sweet noises he can from your pursed lips.

You choke and sputter, suddenly grasping around his neck for leverage as you try to pull yourself up, but you're no match for him as it only serves to prove his point and enrage him from your constant rejection.

You can lie to him all you want, but your body never will.

"And trust me, little girl, when that cunt ripens for me to take, when that neck fucking sings for me to lay my mark-"

Your voice cracks into a howl as he takes one of his hands and squeezes the fat of your tit while the other spanks your jiggling ass on his knee, feeling whiplash from the onslaught of sensations.

"-I can promise you, there's no running. There's no cowering behind your brother's legs like some fucking baby, there's no using your sisters as an excuse to turn your face away from me."

Bakugo presses you tight against the wall, smothering you chest-to-chest with him and using the confined space to rut his naked erection against your thigh, his hips snapping forward and chasing years of needed release in your presence.

"I'll tie you down on my bed, face down ass-up and breed you as my bitch. I'll take you bent over and wrapped around me against every surface and floor of our secluded cave."

You blubber as you can feel yourself coming to a high, the water splashing obnoxiously at your humping against each other. In an effort to keep your pride, you try as hard as you can to grit your teeth and delay your orgasm, but he seems to catch on pretty quick.

"And then," he drops your tit and uses both hands to pry your asscheeks apart, impaling you impossibly closer down on the hard bone of his knee, your clit grating deliciously as his leg vibrates and flexes from moving you back and forth, up and down, any direction he can get your teeth to latch onto your lip and pussy clench on nothing.

"Then, you won't have to hide that pretty voice anymore. I'll get those years of silence back in exchange for your screams for help."

At this, he hugs you flush against the wall and himself as you shake from your orgasm, the water rippling at your reaction.

"So if I were you, I'd be grateful for any solitude from now on. Because you won't be getting it anymore."

[parkerluvsu]

thinking about Patrick and Art qualifying for the olympics... thinking about wether they would share a room or not... thinking about the adrenaline when they win... thinking about the booze that's gonna be flowing through their veins when they win...

omg anon you're so right.. theyre both so excited to have qualified at all, art definitely cries when he hears the news, and patrick pats him on the back as if he doesn't have tears brimming in his eyes too. the trip to the olympics is quick, and from the moment they step into the village it's like their bodies are buzzing, looking at each other with both excitement and.. something else. when they get to their shared room patrick is more casual about it, telling art it's like their tennis academy days, but art is more bothered, worried about being in such close proximity with patrick. and to his credit, patrick definitely doesn't help.. art comes back into the room after a shower and sees that patrick has pushed their beds together, claiming that "you like to move around too much, you need more space than me". by the time night falls on the first day patrick is completely passed out on his side of the bed, just in a pair of his boxers. sliding into the bed far away from patrick, art falls asleep. waking up at the crack of dawn, art immediately freezes when he realizes patrick has absolutely moved closer to him, now practically wrapped around his back. art gets up quickly and takes a cold shower to wake up (and calm down the uncomfortable bulge in his shorts). the competition day goes by in a flash, with patrick cracking his usual jokes about their competitors and art wound up so tight he could snap in a second.

the whole game, art feels like time is moving in slow motion, hes never felt closer to patrick, the two of them communicating without saying or doing anything, just knowing what the other one wants to do. of course they win, and patrick does his signature move of jumping into arts arms, but this time it feels different.. as if the whole crowd was drowned out and it was just the two of them on the court. when they break away patrick is immediately looking towards the crowd and preening himself, and art is left to just watch him (which the tabloids do talk about, but that's for arts manager to deal with).

that night at the after party they are swarmed with admirers, buying them drink after drink and looking at their shiny new gold medals, art and patrick are pretty much split up from the moment they enter, patrick swarmed by already tipsy fans, grabbing at his clothes and skin and art is swarmed by professional tennis wannabes who are looking for quick advice and tips.

hours go by and without patrick, art is bored, deciding to slip away from the party and go back to his room, almost smashing into patrick on the way there. laughs and teases echo through the hallway as they struggle to open the door in their state, finally getting it open and pretty much toppling on the floor. theyre both flushed and sweaty, big wide smiles on their faces, art flops onto the bed on his back, staring at the ceiling that's slowly spinning. a big thump startles art out of his stupor as he turns his head and is met with patricks curly head of hair, smushed into the mattress. before art can stop himself hes reaching over and playing with patricks hair, the dark pretty curls calling to him in his state. laughing into the sheets, patrick pushes himself up onto his elbows, hovering over art and before either of them say anything, patrick drops himself down and presses his lips to art, more aggressive and needy than he may have wanted, but the alcohol running through his veins doesn't give him much choice. art doesn't even try to pull away, why would he, when he knows deep down in his heart he was wishing that would happen. the kiss deepens, and a rush of adrenaline causes art to flip them over, now patrick is on the bottom, his fingers woven into arts and his legs straddling his waist. art swears hes dreaming when he feels the pressure of patricks bulge against his own, rocking their hips together like it's second nature. never taking their lips off eachothers, art gasps into patricks mouth when his hand dips into his shorts, grasping his throbbing dick with his warm palm. both of their heads swimming with lust (and liquor), all of the sensations are heightened for both of them, patricks hand on arts cock feels better than any hook up he's ever had, and the feeling of arts hips rocking against patrick makes his eyes roll back. the frantic movements from both of them pushes them both to the edge embarrassingly quickly, arts hips stuttering when he paints patricks hand in cum, and patrick finishing in his pants like a virgin. pulling away, both of their cheeks are red and their lips are swollen and slick with spit. climbing off of patrick, art changes into pajamas, his bashfulness quickly returning as he facing away from patrick to change. patrick doesn't feel the same shyness as art, just stripping down and immediately passing out on the bed. even with his embarrassment, art does lay down next to patrick smiling when, in his sleep, patrick still turns his body towards art, his head flopping onto his shoulder. before arts eyes flutter closed, hes happy to know he's leaving the olympics with more than a gold medal <3

[vraiao]

I LOVEE YOUR NEWEST FIC!!! YOU ALSO WRITE AMAZING WITH ANGST!!

OKAY,OKAY!!! its really embarrassing to type it out but the idea i had is, a virgin inexperienced reader x kaeya(or any genshin men) like theyre teaching them how it works and how to pleasure themselves, I HOPE YOU ARENT WEIRDED OUT BY IT HUHU

(i really like your writing so im sure whatever you do with this idea, its gonna be👌🏻👌🏻)

-‼️ anon

i will try my best to write this but i’m a horrible smut writer so here we go😋😋

✰ . fingering, creampie, virgin!reader, experienced!kaeya, fem!reader, smut, rough, unprotected, overstim(?)

smut below the cut !

being your older brother's best friend, kaeya had always seemed to have a thing for you. spending a lot of time over at your house, he was always trying to give subtle hints, whether it be occasionally brushing a hand up against your thigh whenever he got the chance or pretending to pin you up against the counter before reaching into the cabinet above you for a cup with that typical devilish smirk on his face, but you were just too oblivious!

on another night of sleeping over at your house, kaeya found himself rather restless this evening. it was late, and the whole house was quiet, sleeping. unable to sleep, he quietly opened the door to the guest room to make his way downstairs to get a glass of water, but his thought process was interrupted when he noticed a faint glow from under your room door. sensing an opportunity, he strutted over.

gently knocking twice on the door, he waited a couple seconds and opened the door to your dimly lit room out of mild impatience before you could reply. noticing him walk in, you sat up and set your phone to the side, sleepily blinking at him and speaking in a somewhat drowsy tone. "kaeya? do you need something?" you said.

he shook his head, "no, just can't sleep." not bothering to wait for you to say anything else, he walked over to your bed, sitting next to you close enough that his shoulder was pressed against yours and looking at you with an unreadable emotion in his eyes. "what are you up to?" he asked.

the close proximity between you two woke you up, and you began feeling slightly nervous. your eyes darted in any and every direction that wasn't his, and you hesitated before you spoke. "nothing, really.." you muttered. he responded with a simple hum and a nod, not once taking his eyes off of you. your eyes remained elsewhere, devoid of any contact with his until he suddenly placed a gentle hand on your chin, redirecting your gaze to meet his. with a faint grin on his face, he leaned in just a little closer and lowered his voice to a tantalizing whisper. "what's wrong? you nervous?"

with his hand still firm on your chin, trying to shift your gaze from his piercing indigo eyes was pointless. too close, you thought. your heart was beating so rapidly that you felt it would jump straight out of your chest at any moment. you bit the corner of your lip, unsure of what to say and fearful of fumbling your words and looking like a klutz. "no," you responded, voice hardly above a nervous whisper.

feigning innocence, he tilted his head to the side, devilish grin growing wider by the second. "oh, really? well it sure seems like you are." just then he let out a slight chuckle, and before you could fully process what was happening, he closed the distance between you two and pressed a gentle kiss on your lips. the initial shock from this sudden contact made your eyes widen and you hurriedly placed a hand on his chest to attempt at pushing him away, but you didn't really try because it wasn't like you actually wanted him to stop.

letting your hand fall back to your side, your eyes began to flutter closed with his lips still pressed against yours in a heated kiss. he suddenly pulled away for air, softly panting while he gazed at you. you panted as well, trying to catch your breath when the realization of just what you two were doing hit you, so you began to speak. "wait.. we shouldn--" he cut you off, placing a finger on your lips in a shushing motion as he began to speak. "shh,, it'll be fine. let me take care of you. i'll be gentle.." he said as he leaned forward, pressing his lips against yours once more.

he moved closer, shifting himself to hover above you. your hands shot toward his hair, fingers tangling between his soft blue locs and he placed both of his hands gently on either side of your waist as your legs instinctively snuck around him. he pulled away for a moment with a grin. "eager, are we?" he teased, giving you no time to respond as his lips crashed onto yours once more.

his satirizing words rendered you flustered and you tried to move your legs away, but you felt him grin against your lips as he placed his hands against your thighs to keep them in place. patience thinning, one of his hands slid down your thigh and began tugging at the hem of your panties. you then panicked, a hand swiftly moving to grab his wrist to immobilize his hand from going any further. you pulled away, taking a few heavy breaths before you spoke, "wait..! I've never-" but kaeya interrupted you before you could speak.

another sly chuckle and you began to feel so embarrassed. your eyes darted in another direction and your hand lightened its grip on his wrist as the already overbearing red on your cheeks just seemed to grow. he grinned, reveling in the way he was making you feel. "don't be shy, love," he placed a gentle yet fleeting kiss on your lips, "i'll teach you," he whispered. he began placing featherlight kisses on your cheek, trailing them down to your neck and collarbone while leaving occasional nips between his firey trail of kisses.

he was much gentler than moments before, moving with less eagerness and such. you released your hand from his wrist and he began to move it, tugging lightly at the hem of your panties and pulling them down, the cold air of your room hitting your sex and sending a light chill down your spine.

he absolutely drunk in the sight of you. your hair disheveled and breath heavy while your face was flushed a deep red. he moved his hand down, a finger teasingly prodding at your entrance and causing your pussy to convulse and clench around nothing. he grinned, harshly nipping at your neck before he finally dipped a finger into your cunt. you let out a shaky breath as he began to move his finger back and forth at a not-so-fast yet not-so-slow pace. you were practically dripping already-- both of your hands tugged at his hair and you whined, bucking your hips forward into his hands to try and feel more friction.

taking this as an opportunity, he slipped another finger in with no effort. you were met with a stinging feeling that was quickly overshadowed by the pleasurable feeling of his fingers filling you up as he increased the speed of his hand, and the utterly lewd sounds of his fingers scissoring in and out of you turned him on even more. the growing tempo of his fingers fucking you was sending you over the edge. "you like that?" he said softly. you tilted your head back, eyes fluttering shut as you whined and whimpered a series of incoherent phrases, along with the occasional spill of his name, all while trying to keep quiet as to not wake anyone in the house. noticing your head flying back he used his other hand to grab your chin, redirecting your face and placing a sloppy kiss on your lips before speaking. "eyes on me, love," he said.

you started to get the feeling of a tight knot in your stomach that was going to snap at any moment, and kaeya could tell that you were close from the feeling of your cunt pulsing around his fingers. he increased his finger's momentum, pressing his thumb against your clit and massaging it. every little sensation set your senses ablaze and before you knew it, you were cumming all over his fingers with a hushed moan of his name spilling out of your lips.

your mind was spinning, and your breath was heavy. feeling somewhat unsatisfied, you wanted more-- and it seemed kaeya was on the same page. after you took a moment to catch your breath, he grabbed your chin with his clean hand, fingers that were just digging into your core suddenly invading your mouth. "clean them off for me, yeah?" he said with a wide smirk on his face. obediently, you began licking and sucking at his fingers, the taste of your mess spilling into your mouth. it was so filthy, but you couldn't help but enjoy it.

seconds later, kaeya pulled his fingers out of your mouth, momentarily still connected to your lips by a string of saliva before he moved his hands toward working away at his pants. pulling them off and discarding them, outsprung his already leaking erection. your eyes widened and for a moment you wondered how that was even going to fit in you. lining his tip up with your entrance, he wrapped a hand around his cock, coating it with your slick and saliva that remained on his fingers, and giving it a few pumps before beginning to slowly push into you.

already losing himself, kaeya leaned in, breath tickling your ear as he spoke in a low, husky tone. "do you know.." he groaned, pushing further, which caused you to whine, "how long i've.. wanted this?" you squirmed, and just then his hands moved to your waist to hold you still. he let out a low growl when he fully bottomed out in you, head drooping low with heavy breaths. "fuck," he muttered, the feeling of your tight hole milking him before he even moved already sending him to space. it hurt. it hurt so good and you couldn't seem to really care. yes, there was an overbearing stinging feeling, but the feeling of him filling you up so wholly, so completely-- it was enough to make any of the pain feel like a simple pinch.

he gave you a look, practically begging and pleading for you to let him start moving. when you finally responded to his eager look with a curt nod, he placed a sloppy kiss on your lips, his tongue forcing its way into your mouth as he pulled his hips back, leaving only the tip remaining still in you before he snapped forward, instantly bottoming out again and causing you to whine loudly into his mouth. he pulled back again and again, each time pulling out less and moving back in faster. he pulled his mouth away from yours, your tongues connected by a thin string of saliva as his tongue lolled out of his mouth followed by a string of pants and moans leaving his mouth.

tugging and running your hands through his long, soft hair, you tried your hardest to keep the volume of your moans and whines to a minimum, but it was so difficult. in an attempt to quiet yourself, you used the arms wrapped around his neck and legs wrapped around his waist to pull him closer, burying your face in the crook of his neck, your warm and rapid breaths tickling his skin. in response, he began another trail of kisses and bites along your neck, only making you whine further. you were still so sensitive from just moments ago, but that made the things you were feeling all the better.

you could tell he was close, because his rhythm grew sloppier and he was hardly pulling back in between thrusts. not only that, but he was also incessantly whining about how he was going to cum&lt;3. you couldn't even think, head thrown back and moaning his name at the top of your lungs like it was a mantra. you're not sure when, but somewhere along the lines of him fucking your brains out, you stopped caring about the pitch of the lewd noises leaving your mouth. just know that tomorrow's breakfast table will be awkwardly silent. you began to feel that familiar knot coiling in your stomach once more, and the increasing quantity and incoherentness of your moans was a sign enough to let him know of that fact.

with a few more quick snaps of his hips, you let out one final cry of his name and snapped, orgasming all over his cock that was still pistoling in and out of you. feeling your cunt squeezing and pulsing around his dick, he was quick to follow suit, groaning as his hot, sticky cum spilled into you, painting every inch of your walls a creamy white. his thrusts slowed, riding out his high before he came to a stop, cock still sheathed inside of your hole as he panted, resting his forehead onto yours while you panted along.

the room smelled of sex, and the air was humid. you were both spent,, or at least you were. he didn't seem to be done just yet. "you can go another round, right baby?" there's still some things i wanna teach you."

a/n!! this is probably not how you wanted it but I was kind of just going with the flow so i hope you enjoyed it!! <3

[koiifiishy]

back with more eris doodlings :-) ! and more under the cut

i've decided that if he had a title like the named npcs, he'd be Eris The Defiant. also decided that if he were a npc LI with a toggable gender changer, he'd look pretty much the same as a girl just with a few cups up in the chest dept. lol - he's also still be trans, so you either get transmasc or transfemme eris, there is no cis option.

going off of this post for heights! (too lazy to draw an entirely new img - just scribbled over the height comparison models -w-) a full line up + eris amongst the taller LI's (...of whom he's already met / has interacted with in game thus far!). he's just one inch smaller than kylar haha, which im sure kylar would love. avery with eris though is LOL (stares at the other three on that height list......... that height diff... hes getting FOLDED. . .)

this chart is very messy so bear with me & the yellow i used is hard to read so ill type it out too!

Robin

mutual besties. they're basically brothers! except that robin left his confession note for eris and eris is uh.. willfully ignoring it,,, sorry robin he's not gonna take you up on that (yet lol)

img text: "if anything happens to robin (again) i'll kill everyone in this town and then myself"

Sydney

what is it about this unassuming churchboy that calls to eris... he doesnt know,, but sydney makes him happy 🥺!!

unintentionally uuuh reduing sydney's purity by being horny at him. theyre promised ok?! its fine right?!? especially bc of the fucking SLOW BURN they went through omg...

img text: "he makes this shit town bearable. BF" sydnet img text: "really adores and admires him. BF"

Kylar

um. well. your honor, he's just misunderstood..! eris kinda feeds into kylar's IssuesTM by not dissuading him. he just feels kinda sorry for him,,! this opinion Will change if/when kylar finally gets his greasy little paws on eris

he 100% realizes kylar is unhinged and the plushie gift was probs bugged somehow. still accepted it but like... he's hardly home anyway so w/e. still holds onto hope kylar can change(???)

img text: "haha. i'm in danger :^)" kylar's img text: "HAVE MY FUCKING BABIES" lol

Whitney

literally beat the shit out of each other every time they were in close proximity for like a month, until whitney's dominance meter dropped a lot. he confuses eris... does he like. have a crush and is acting like an elementary kid about it??? use your words damnit!

despite it all... doesnt hate him. eris feels like theyre probably a lot more similar than whitney's letting him (or anyone) see. sydney's mention of whitney having things going on to make him act like a little shit stuck with eris. . .

img text: "stop giving mixed messages whitney!"

Avery

the most cut and dry of them: it's just a transactional sugar relationship. except the part about the elk/fox bullshit? hello?? mr avery??? WHAT WAS THAT AVERY--?????

eris really doesnt trust avery,,, but he pays him a LOT & eris has two whole debts to pay off;; avery is only allowed to hit it from the back. . . (thanks temple for not counting that as sex ig lol!)

im iffy on the designs ive drawn for them too, i mostly have been going off of what i see the general fandom draws! theres a lot of really nice designs :> im being mindful not to fully copy anyone tho.

i also went insane and made eris a playlist - it has a lot of metal/loud songs jsyk! remains of us was specifically put on the playlist for sydney 🥹 just recently had my first run in with the ivory wraith too =D AH. TRAUMAS OBTAINED!!! very much eris' top trauma event so far!! he's resilient... so he's on the road to recovery but boy was that RUFF. robin and sydney came in super clutch with comforting him tho :")

one last thing for you all:

eris core lol

[lcvehee]

lost and found # 04. 'chicken chronicles' (smau + written)

꩜ .ᐟ a/n: im back. after 84 years..... unfotunately i still have two exams next week (i hate that theyre so spaced out but it is what it is) BUT CHAT IM ALMOST FREE!! enjoy this update,, i'll probs update next week :)

after a long day of classes, y/n sighed in relief as she melted on the couch in her quaint living room, tv remote in hand. a soft vanilla scent envelopped the room as she sunk deeper into the cushions. she was about to turn the tv on when she heard the faint clinking of keys, rattling against the door, before seeing anton walking past the doorway.

she glanced at her roommate curiously, who was taking off his jacket, looking equally as tired as her. "you okay ton?"

he dismissed her question with a wave of his hand. "classes kicked my ass today," he muttered.

"come sit here, i'll look for a food place."

after years of knowing each other and deciding on the same college, rooming with anton was a no-brainer. y/n was used to his presence, and so was he. everything was easy between them; their personalities just matched. while giselle was y/n's polar opposite, anton was her other half. to aquaintances, their proximity and ease in each other's presence could be mistaken for something else, but those words were the farthest from the truth. nothing ever blossomed out of their friendship, strictly stayed platonic. 

anton plopped down on the couch, before turning to y/n. "so where are we gonna eat?"

"um... what are you craving right now?"

"something greasy... salty," anton whispered, laying motionless, staring at the ceiling. y/n ran her hand through his hair, earning a pleased hum from him.

"nothing in particular?" 

"you decide, i'm tired." 

"fine, i just know the one!" y/n stood up, invigorated again at the prospect food.

━˖°˖ ☆ ˖°˖ ━━━━━━━

sohee glanced at the clock, counting the remaining time of his shift. one hour left. he rolled his neck and sighed. working at a fried chicken place wasn't something he particularly enjoyed. "gotta get that money," he mused to himself.

working here wasn't actually bad, just mind numbingly boring; he didn't have to interact a lot with people due to the fact that people mostly got their food delivered. he liked the peace and quiet.

the door opened, making the chimes ring at the entrance.

it's probably geonhee, the other part-time worker, coming back from a delivery.

without even looking up, he uttered a curt greeting, making himself look busy with a random box of drinks.

"hi, we would like to order..?" a feminine voice asked, stopping him in his tracks.

that's a first. nobody ever comes here.

he put the box down, and sped walked to find the customers' table. he took out his notepad, readying himself.

"what would you li-" his eyes widened when he looked up from his notepad. 

"sohee?" y/n asked, just as shocked.

"y/n? didn't expect to see you." he toned down his expression as quickly as it came, a facade of ice taking over.

"...uh yeah, me neither."

sohee glanced at the male sitting in front of her, who was already staring at him. is that a glare? whatever. is that her brother? no, they look nothing alike. perhaps her boyfriend?

sohee found himself a tiny bit disappointed at this. wait, what the hell?

he cleared his throat. "so what do you wanna order?"

"we'll get a box of fried chicken, the cheesy one, and some fries too. oh! and another box of the cheese balls," she said, "we want the special dipping sauce as well."

"how about drinks?"

"do you guys have beer here?" y/n's friend said.

sohee nodded, jotting down their order.

"is that all?"

y/n hummed. "thanks."

"no problem, i'll be back shortly." sohee left them and made bee-line for the kitchen, avoiding any eye-contact.

"oh my god, is that him?" anton whispered when sohee was out of sight, eyes wide in shock.

y/n closed her eyes and frowned, nodding.

"he definitely hates you."

"wow, thanks for the reminder." she groaned, putting her head between her hands.

"hey!" anton laughed, "it's okay," he snickered. "he looked like he wanted to leave... just what did you do, y/n?"

she grimaced. "i don't know! i don't even remember what happened the night we went to the bar..." she clasped her mouth, not realizing that they could be heard from the kitchen.

not that sohee meant to, but when he heard anton's question, he couldn't stop himself from eavesdropping. he knew they were talking about him.

what did y/n do? a lot of things. things she doesn't remember. he does though. 

it's nothing to dwell about, definitely nothing...

sohee felt his cheeks redden and his stomach churn at the memories. he couldn't believe he didn't actually hate her, he's almost embarassed━still catching himself thinking of the witty remarks they echanged at the bar and her cute goofy grin, despite their initial meeting going the worst way possible. it's strange━having to act all cold and blunt towards her, having to act as if that night never happened.

maybe i should apologize, so we can at least be on amiable terms. we're gonna be study buddies until the end of this semester after all...

or maybe i should just focus on deep frying this chicken.

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[koipalm]

I know the attendant!sy is a liushen fic but... I'm sorry, but my brain literally can't stop turning SQQ's and SY's relationship over a fire like a very juicy roast. Not even in a slash way just... Like, a god tried to stuff Some Guy in his body, failed, made him a new one and SQQ's brilliant idea was to adopt him as an overworked TA/stray cat. The guy is from a different world entirely, knows just about everything about this world and hates his guts. He has a very good reason to hate his guts. That's fine tho, SQQ believes this is a perfectly normal reaction to him because he literally can't concieve someone NOT hating him. SY being grudgingly grateful is the highest level of regard SQQ is capable of tolerating/understanding. He hates his guts back and yet still takes care of him. He overworks him to the point everybody thinks SY is gonna drop dead any minute and thinks this is perfectly normal, that was how SQQ lived 90% of his life. This man should not be within hearing distance of a child and pounced on the opportunity to put a socially acceptable buffer between himself and his disciples. Tearing his limbs off wouldn't be enough to admit he cares one iota about SY and yet he's probably planning ten different ways to discreetly poison LQG if he so much as looks at SY. This is probably the best relationship (non-romantic or otherwise) SQQ has in his life rn and if that doesn't terrify everyone who hears about it then I don't know what does.

Just. Slowly turning all this over a firepit in my brain.

ive tried to write like 5 different replies to this and theyre all incoherent AUGHHH anyway lets just get into it

one of the most interesting things that i wanted to explore in this au was if sqq and sy had to exist in somewhat close proximity to each other. the truth of the situation is that sqq is actually a lot more lax about watching sy than shen yuan makes it out to be. in reality a lot of sqq's outward expression towards shen yuan is very blank or dismissive. sqq will only really step in if he thinks that someone is trying to take shen yuan away from him. but if shen yuan was in actual physical danger like a demonic beast or a roof caving in, sqq would not move to help him. AHHHH its hard to explain super clearly.

shen qingqiu sees shen yuan as something that is "his" in a more metaphysical sense. although the system could have torn his life apart and shen yuan could have ruined his image and stolen his place, that didnt happen, and instead, shen qingqiu was given essentially an ace-in-the-hole. shen yuan, to him, was almost divinely given, even if it was by divine fuck-up.

shen qingqiu would see shen yuan being in danger as basically natural selection though. he wouldnt keep someone around that couldnt handle themselves, so shen yuan has to get out of conflicts himself. if someones tries to take shen yuan from him though, thats pretty much interfering with the will of the gods, and trying to take someone from qing jing peak (his assistant specifically), so in that instance, shen qingqiu would step in

its interesting tho, shen qingqiu really does just see shen yuan as an assistant. a divinely ordained assistant, but still

[grapefarmersteinbeck]

Im glad you like it-

Say, you sure seem to like affection more than I thought you would! Not that im complaining, of course.

Lovecraft, i had a question-

And im not meaning to sound rude or anything cause i do enjoy your company its just that werent you planning on sleeping once the whole Guild-ADA debacle was over?

- @grapefarmersteinbeck

"...well, that was the... original plan... though with people i've met i sort of feel like staying on the surface could be worth it...

the cat man is teaching me about humans...

farmer boy and suicide man are going to swim with me...

...so perhaps staying awake isnt all too bad."

[comradeboyhalo]

it seems like everyone on the island, when actively rooting for q!bad’s love life, are eager to see him forget about skeppy and focus on a new love interest. and that’s kind of the tragedy of q!skephalo, in a way: bad’s not gonna move on. he can open his heart to others, but he’ll never replace q!skeppy. there’ll always be that missing part of his heart, no matter how much love he surrounds himself with. 

to be clear, q!skeppy isn’t dead or anything, so bad ofc doesnt NEED to move on. you don’t “move on” from friends just because theyre not in close proximity to you. but narratively, bad has built himself as this character who’s very lonely, while also being entangled with so many characters in different ways. it feels like everyone--server members and fans alike--are rooting for him to overcome this loneliness, but he just can’t find true happiness without his other half. that’s just how it is. 

[swordmaid]

ooo do you have any other scenarios for a jb first kiss? or like, if you had to narrow it down to just one idea, what would be the PERFECT get-together moment for them? should it happen during winds or would you rather it be dragged out further? is it a soft/emotional moment, or passionate and lustful? does it come after they’ve acknowledged their feelings, or is the moment the catalyst for that conversation? who initiates it? is there a period of avoidance/embarrassment/insecurity either before or after, for either of them? give me all the headcanons please

i have SO many my mind is a jb first kiss scenario machine like if ever a mind reader were to try read my mind it's just gonna be jb first kiss jb kissing jb doing more than kissing but a lot of kissing is involved etc. anyway. i've always liked the idea that it gets dragged on. like i don't think they'll be the type to kiss right away once they've realized their feelings, instead, they're going to stew on their feelings instead or ignore it outright and there's just going to be this tension between them and it's a game of who's going to actually acknowledge the elephant in the room. like i really looove the idea of jb not being in a relationship but they just have this tension between them and it's like 👁️👁️??? if one of them gives a sign the whole thing will explode. like in a scenario where they're arguing bc of god knows what they just find themselves really close to each other and theyre looking at each other's lips and if one of them just leans in it's game over they're gonna start kissing then fucking on that space in particular rip to anyone who's in proximity (i am a jb first time fucking on the floor truther first and foremost!!!!!!!!) and when they start kissing they cannot stop kissing and jaime's just gonna be like god why didn't i kiss you sooner? we should've been doing this ages ago the world can end right now and i dont even care as long as i keep kissing you fuck everyone else fr and brienne's like ?? ok werk. then after that jaime will just keep pulling her on the side for quick makeout sessions like sorry the floodgate has been OPENED.

but anyway.

i definitely think jaime will initiate it once brienne sends him some signs. i don't think brienne has the confidence to kiss him first like god forbid she'll explode on the spot at the THOUGHT of kissing him the fact that he'll know that she likes him AND the possibility of rejection is too mortifying for her. but jaime is a bit more confident, and he'll read the signs. i def think it'll turn into something more like i don't think they'll just stop at the first kiss the UST is built up even if they dont go all the way they're going straight to third base. like as i said on the scenario ^ i like the idea of them having all this pent up tension and when they finally kiss the whole thing just boils over. as for the moment after i def think both of them will think abt the possibility of rejection. they're both going to wonder if that was a one time thing, or what it meant, but those thoughts will dispel the moment they see each other again and go back to kissing lmfao im sorry i think these two are horny! not my fault germ built up their ust!!! literally blame him not me.

but i also like the idea of them giving each other kisses before having theee 'big' kiss. like i've been toying with this idea for a while but like imagine like in a post LSH scenario or whatever, and brienne ends up saving jaime's life, and in the end he just gives her a kiss on the cheek because that's what the ladies do to the knights who saves their lives or something... and he tells her she owes him a kiss bc he saved her in the bearpit ... or like brienne suffering in the quiet isle we have to her for the angst ok and jaime just kisses her forehead to calm her down from her nightmares .. like little kisses that they refuse to elaborate later... god.......... u can't see me but im wrangling my hands rn.]

[quodekash]

"why did you take me to a deserted building? you're a cop. why didn't you take me to a police station?" because hes a gay cop

PLEASE I LOVE HIM SO MUCH

HE TOOK HIM TO HIS ART STUDIO

GBIOREKLBNGSD

HSDFHSHS

HHHHH IM CRYING FROM HOW HARD IM LAUGHING

IS THIS A FANFIC???? THIS JUST FEELS LIKE A FANFIC

what was that gay-ass look

also: gay ass.

I HAVE NEVER LAUGHED HARDER

HES SO STUPID

IM LAUGHING SO FREAKING HARD ALL MY FRIENDS AND FAMILY ARE CONCERNED AT THIS POINT

omg bonding?

OMG BONDING

hes so cute

minus the "-r skill"

huzzah

now kiss.

yeah, the quality in his di-

he's also the First.

i like to think im funny

IM-

YES

YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES

SAY IT LOUDER FOR THE FOLKS IN THE BACK who are doodling on their pages instead of listening to their lectures GUYS LISTEN, YOU ARE ARTISTS BECAUSE YOU DO ART. ART IS ART, NO MATTER YOUR FIELD OF STUDY, IF YOU DO ART, YOU ARE, IN SOME CAPACITY, AN ARTIST

AND THIS APPLIES FOR ALL TYPES OF ART, NOT JUST PAINTING ETC, IF YOU'RE AN ACTOR, A SINGER, A DANCER, A MUSICIAN, IF YOU ARE CREATING ART IN ANY KIND OF WAY, YOU ARE AN ARTIST

Y E S.

HIS SMILE IS SO CONTAGIOUS

THE WAY I GASPED-

JUST KISS AND BE BOYFRIENDS ALREADY

(preferably, for your first (FIRST) kiss, kiss once, pull apart, and then kiss again, because then ill have an excuse to edit the bad buddy rooftop kiss music over the top of it)

AAAAAAAAAAA

THE WAY HES LEANING???

gawin has very pretty eyelashes

i keep nearly missing what hes saying because he has such pretty eyelashes and i keep getting lost in them what the hell

KiNKy????

"arrest me if you want. im up for it. do it." and then he takes his hands. and holds them. and stares into his eyes??? "What if i don't?" WHAT DOES THAT MEAN

THEY KEEP STEPPING CLOSER TO EACH OTHER AND THEYRE ALREADY IN SUPER CLOSE PROXIMITY AND ITS MAKING ME THINK THEYRE GONNA KISS BUT THEY PROBABLY WONT BUT I REALLY WANT THEM TO AND THEY KEEP GETTING MY HOPES UP

BRO. BRO. BRO. BRO.

now im simultaneously thinking of paint me (the song from firebringer), and also "jack i want you to draw me like one of your french girls" and im-

AAAAAAAAA

he technically already did but anyway

PLEASE THEYRE SO IN LOVE

IM DYING AND SCREAMING AND FALLING APART AND LOSING MY MIND AND GOING INSANE AND GOING FERAL AND IM TEARING DOWN THE WALLS OF THIS HOUSE AND DESTROYING EVERYTHING IN MY PATH THEY ARE KILLING ME

jeez this is a long post. if you made it through all this, well done bro