#also obviously this is not beta-ed

[thechaoticcherub]

A Problem Pt 2

Part One

Pairing: Dad!Joel x reader Summary: You're each other's problems and that finally becomes clear. Warnings: NSFW 18+, INCEST, DDDNE, age gap, reader is 18, vaginal sex, fingering, oral sex (m receiving), orgasms, size kink, daddy kink( iguess?), reader is a terror, not proofread or beta-ed oopps, Joel's POV Notes: here's part two! I hope it lives up to the hype, I liked writing it. I kinda went all over the place with it so idk. it's not tightened up at all and i'm pretty sure I talk about their foreheads pressed together A LOT and the POV jumps around a bit but you know, i'm tired. Enjoy!\

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Tess had been a necessary distraction for Joel. He needed someone  to take his mind off his problem. This problem wasn’t a typical one. It wasn’t the mortgage needing to be paid, it wasn’t his brother needing to be bailed out of jail, it wasn’t the roofing guys not answering his numerous texts. Those were issues he needed to work out but they weren’t Joel Miller’s biggest  Problem. They weren’t what he needed Tess for. Joel’s biggest problem was also the love of his fucking life. Joel’s problem was a little demon child who lived in his house, occasionally still slept in his bed, and drained his bank account. Joel’s problem was created by him, raised by him. You. 

You were the problem that had plagued him for so long, had buried yourself into his loins and heart and refused to let go. You had always hated when he went on dates when you were younger. You threw fits until he came home. You would hate Tess and yet, you were the reason he needed to keep seeing Tess. To stave off his disgusting problem. The problem that Joel knew snooped through his bedroom when he wasn’t home, that washed his t-shirts for him. You were a Problem with light shining in your eyes and lips that teased him when you ran your tongue along them. 

So really, you were the reason Joel invited Tess over that night when you headed off to a sleepover at your friends house. Unfortunately, you were also the body he envisioned underneath him as he fucked Tess. He was a sick man. He had a beautiful women in his bed and yet his mind always wandered to his pretty little daughter. So when you walked into the room, throwing the door open, he half wondered if it was some kind of debauched fantasy he was having. But then you were shouting and running like the bratty little girl you had always been. 

Tess had made a remark about you knocking and it pissed Joel off, but at the same time, she had a point,  and he felt bad that this would be the first interaction Tess ever had with you.

You flung insults and anger when he followed you down the stairs and that didn’t surprise Joel at all. When Tess made it out the door, you tried your best to hurt him but you had never been tough enough to learn how to throw a punch. 

Joel knew he had to have the awkward conversation with you now, apologizing, mentioning his own needs, and you would stand there looking so…good. Being the subject of all his needs, his desires. You would continue to burn in his guts and the words he spoke would make you uncomfortable because obviously talking about your dad’s sex life was not something you would find appealing. 

Then he caught something, the way your eyes lingered on his undone pants, seemingly taking in the hair he was trying to cover by doing up his jeans. Your little tongue poked out and touched your bottom  lip, your eyes fixated for a moment. Then the things you said, 

“No, Daddy. I’ll never want that from boys in college.” 

“I hate that you were doin’ that with Tess.” 

If Joel didn’t know any better, he’d think- no. That was his imagination—wait, did you say, Tess? When Joel posed the question to you, the words hung in the air for a long time. You went still and your eyes darted from his face to his hands to the floor and back. You were trying to come up with a lie, Joel could see that.  You had lied to him enough times for him to know that. 

*

“I-“ You started, you were searching for a way out of this. A way to explain how you knew or a way to derail your father from his questioning but the only idea that came to mind was crazy. “What?” You asked him, to buy time. 

“How did you know her name is Tess?” he asked again, putting his hands on his hips, stepping back from you. You answered quickly, trying to brush past his question with your own question,

“I don’t know! But…but daddy, I don’t understand what you were doing…” You said, feigning innocence. 

“Oh you don’t know how you knew-wait..what?” Joel asked, confused, “You don’t know what it was we were-honey, c’mon now.” He said, looking down at you. The lines on his forehead creased further as his confusion took over. You stared back with wide eyes, praying he forgot about the Tess question. You were making rash decisions now, but hey, the only way forward was through so you pushed on,

“I-I mean…I do, I think.” You started, taking a step forward towards him. Joel was looking down at you in utter confusion, you sucked on your lower lip and then reached out and took his hand. “That’s…that’s sex, right, Daddy?” You asked and Joel let out a nervous laugh at that. Underneath the fake innocence you tried to smother the intense gleam of mischief, of manipulation. 

“Ye-yeah, honey…I don’t understand. You should know this, kid.” He said, “I mean, I could have been better about havin’ that conversation with you but I kinda thought school took care of that.” You were pulling his hand towards you and it wasn’t like he was resisting but you could feel his trepidation. 

“I just always thought…” You cut yourself off, stealing yourself to finally say it to come face to face with what you wanted and what you were sure would send your father spiraling. “I always thought that was somethin’ we were goin’ to do someday.” You tugged his hand up to your waist like you were going trying to make him hug you. Joel tugged his hand away instinctively,

“What!?” He asked. “No, babygirl…are you…you’re jokin’” He started to laugh and you furrowed your brow in anger. 

“No!” You said, “I’m not joking!” You snapped. “I thought that was something daddy’s did with their daughters! You always said I was your special girl!” You accused, glaring at the man in front of you. You watched something flicker across Joel’s face. Pain and desire. It was there, clear as day now. You and your dad shared a problem. 

“No. Baby, No. Where did you get this idea that…that…” He shook his head. 

“Aren’t I your special girl?” You asked. 

“Yes but…this…” he gestured between the two of you. “This wouldn’t be right. It’s not-“ You  interrupted him by standing up on your tip toes and pressing your lips into his. Joel’s whole body stiffened and he grabbed your shoulders, trying to push you away from him but you reached up, wrapping your arms around your dad’s neck and pulled yourself into him, pressing your body into his. 

You silently prayed this wouldn’t backfire. You hoped to God he wouldn’t shove you away and have you committed for trying to fuck your own father.  He didn’t. He melted. At first the kiss could have almost been something a father and daughter shared when the daughter was a lot younger but it quickly devolved into something so inappropriate it gave you butterflies. Thoughts of Tess vanished and Joel’s hands found your waist. His lips were rough and warm and you cherished your first kiss like it was made of gold and in your mind, it was. 

It was Joel who ripped away first. 

“No. Babygirl, No. This isn’t supposed to happen,” but even has he said it, he was caressing your cheek, stroking your hair back away from your face. 

“Yes it is.” You said before pressing your lips to his again, he kissed you back but then was pulling back once again. 

“This is wrong.” He said but it was his lips that engulfed yours this time. His arm tightened around your waist and he lifted you up so your feet dangled off the floor and he took a few steps into the living room, in front of the couch and let you down again. 

“But I like wrong, Daddy.” You said, staring up at him. “I’ve always  liked wrong.” You explained to him. It was quiet for a moment as he stared down at you, your eyes glinting in the dim light in the living room. Joel knew you were a sneaky little shit. You always had been but it had never occurred to him that it would manifest like this but if you were going to say you liked “wrong” he could give you “wrongness” in spades. 

“I think I like wrong too, babygirl.” He said and then you took his arms and pushed him back onto the couch so he was sitting down. He looked up at you and reached out to take your hands, to pull you close to him but you had other plans. You dropped down onto your knees in front of him, settling yourself between his knees. Before he could say anything you reached up and started to undo the pants he had so recently done back up. 

“Jesus Christ,” Joel said, looking down at you on your knees in front of him. You got his pants undone  and your fingers ran through the wirey, course pubic hair there and your eyes traveled up his body to look into his eyes as you smiled. Joel let you tug his jeans down just enough for his cock to spring free, “This…this is so wrong.” Joel said but it didn’t stop him from reaching out and running his fingers through your hair. You giggled, reaching out towards his cock, you had been wanting this for so long you could barely believe it was right there in front of you. As you wrapped your fingers around the base Joel shifted, his brow furrowed, 

“Where the fuck did you learn this darlin’?” He asked, sounding nervous for the answer. You just shrugged and you stuck your tongue out and very slowly and deliberately licked the tip of his cock. 

*

Watching his daughter get on her knees in front of him, and start licking his hard cock made Joel’s brain go haywire. How the fuck did you know just how to do that? You were supposed to be his good little girl who didn’t like boys, didn’t fuck around. Your mouth slid over his cock, little lips enveloping his cock-head and worry filled him. Had you been doing this with boys behind his back? Nights where you claimed to be at a friends house, had those been lies? Joel sat up and very suddenly grabbed your chin, tugging you off his cock with a quiet, wet, pop. He forced you to look up at him and you still looked like the picture of sweet innocence, even with your face flushed, your mouth wet, eyes wide. 

“Where did you learn it? You been with a bunch of boys I don’t know about?”he asked. He felt protective and jealous. You had been playing innocent, saying you thought that it was something the two of you would do together. Joel practically scoffed at the thought now.  “You tell the truth now,” he said, giving you a little shake. You didn’t falter though.  

“Well I watch porn sometimes, daddy. I’m sorry.” You said, your lip trembled slightly. “I’ve never been with a boy…I’ve…” your cheeks reddened, “I’ve just wanted you. Always. Only you.” Joel softened at your words. You weren’t lying. He could tell but God, it had made him nervous. This sickness inside him was making him paranoid…jealous. Something he had never been before. “And…well I wanted to make you like me better than Tess.” You continued and Joel’s eyes narrowed slightly as he looked down at you, still kneeling between his knees. Tess. Her name again. 

Joel looked down at you and without speaking, you both remembered the question from earlier. How do you know her name is Tess? Joel stared at you, his brow furrowing as he held your chin.  He watched as a smirk slid over your face, mischievous, sly and excited. Of course, you had known that Tess was coming over from the second you had left for your friends house for a fake sleepover. Joel nodded  slowly as the realization dawned on you. 

“You’re a brat, babygirl.” He said. Joel let go of your chin and grabbed your hair, pushing you down towards his cock. “You hated the idea of your daddy fucking someone else that bad, huh?” he asked. Your mouth wrapped back around the head of his cock but this time it was Joel’s hand guiding you down, pressing his cock into your mouth. 

*

You gagged as his cock plunged deeper into your mouth, he had seen porn but that didn’t prepare you for a cock being shoved into your throat. You struggled back but Joel held your head, not letting you off entirely. 

“Answer me, babygirl. You hated it so bad you had to ruin it, right?”he asked. You couldn’t speak with his cock in your mouth so you whimpered and nodded. “What was that, darlin? I can’t hear ya,” He mocked and you whined, managing a garbled, 

“Yeeeea,” around his cock. Joel chuckled and his fingers caressed in your hair as you caught your breath, your tongue working over the tip of his cock. You had never imagined you would ever actually get to be here, you had wanted it so bad you hadn’t ever stopped to think it would actually be possible. He pulled his cock out of your mouth and looked down into your eyes, 

“My sweet, destructive little girl.” Joel said softly, he leaned forward, bending to plant a kiss on the top of your head. You glowed with pride and warmth. This felt like everything you had ever wanted from him, this was supposed  to happen, it was meant to be, you and him. You were from him and now he got to take you properly as his own. “You need your good ole’ dad, don’t ya?” he asked into your ear, his fingers still in your hair. You nodded and he pulled back, “Get up here then,” he breathed and patted his knee. You stood up, looking down at him for a second, your heart pounding a million beats per second it felt like. You took in how he looked there, everything you had ever wanted. The man who had not only made you, raised you, taught you everything but had etched what it meant to need into every vein, crevice, line, pore in your body. His stubble was greying around his chin, flecks of gray in his mustache. His shirt was pulled up slightly, showing off his belly and his pants were still undone, cock resting against the soft part of his stomach. His arms were held out, ready to accept you into them, they’d feel just like they always had, holding you but it would be different, better, right now. So right for everything you needed and so, so wrong. 

You put your knee on the couch just outside his knee and then swung your other leg around to the other side, straddling him. The dress you were wearing pulled up and Joel helped it along, gathering it up around your waist before wrapping his arms around you. 

“You’re my good little girl, right?” he asked as you pressed your forehead into his. 

“Mhm,” you answered. 

“So Daddy gets to take your virginity, right?” he asked, confirming what he thought he already knew. 

“Yes, Daddy.” You breathed, his lips were so close to yours and you were tempted to subdue your nerves just by kissing him  but you let the space between you two linger for another moment, savoring the build up. 

“Good,” he said. “I want you to promise me that if I’m goin’ to have you, I’m goin’ to be the only one.” Joel’s hands were under your skirt now, working on tugging your undies down, “Lift your leg up for me baby,” he added, tapping the side of your thigh indicating which leg he was tugging your undies off of. You did what he said as you thought of his other words. He wanted to be your one and only and you would gladly agree but you knew what you had to ask for. Once you undies were dangling off of one leg, Joel’s fingers inched up the inside of your thigh, so close to feeling you for the first time. Heat was radiating off of your pussy and he was so close. Your breath hitched in your chest as he grazed his pointer finger along your lips. 

“Yes, daddy. I wont have anyone else…but you need to promise the same thing. Just me.” You said. Joel’s eyes opened, looking into yours, your foreheads pressed together, your breath mingling. His fingers stroking down your slit, towards your entrance, needing to feel just how tight you were. 

As his finger sunk into you, his eyebrows raised, your mouth fell open in a gasp and he nodded, “Yes, babygirl. I promise. Just you.” He said. Your dad’s finger curled inside of you, stroking a spot you had never been able to reach on your own. You melted into him, your mouth hanging open as he pumped his finger into you. There was nothing like this in the world. Nothing that could possibly compare to the one person you had loved your whole life pumping his finger in and out of you. 

“You like that, dont you?” he cooed to you as you pressed yourself down onto his finger. “Daddy hasn’t even touched your clit yet and you’re soaking my hand.” You could hear the smile in his voice even though your eyes had fluttered shut. 

“I want that, Dad.” You gasped, your clit was already aching with need, with neglect. You felt him maneuver his thumb  up to your clit, finding a rhythm to stroke it in tight circles while his middle finger pressed up into you. You were sure it could possibly get better but you knew his cock would be so much more. “Daddy, daddy…please will you put your cock in me?” You asked. 

“I don’t know if you’re ready for that, peanut.” He said. 

“I don’t care…I want you to take me.” You whined. “I want it Daddy’s cock to stretch me,” You moaned, barely cognizant of what you were saying. 

“It could hurt-“

“I want you to hurt me, daddy! Please.” You practically begged and Joel had never been able to resist that sound. The plaintive pleading of his daughter. How could he? How could he resist sinking his cock into your pussy when it was this tight and you were begging for it. Begging for the pain, the stretch and the relief of finally connecting the way you needed. Joel reached down to his cock, stroking it a few times. He watched as you looked between your bodies, your mouth hanging open as you watched him touch himself. You groaned and lifted your hips, trying to get him to get going.

“I know she needs it, “He breathed as he lined himself up with your cunt, notching the tip right at your entrance. “Take a breath for me, baby, daddy’s going to put him in and it’s goin’ to hurt.” He explained. 

“Yes, Dad! Please.” You whined and accepted his cock inside of you, the stretch of your cunt opening for him was an all encompassing feeling but that was exactly what you wanted. You wanted to feel it in your pussy, in your breasts, stomach, toes. Everything tightened up as he pushed himself deeper. “Oh god!” you moaned. 

“Look at me, babygirl. Keep your eyes on your dad, I got you.” He said as you felt every part of you open up for his cock. You opened your eyes, pressing your forehead into his, taking slow gulps of air. His eyes comforted you and sent sparks of excitement through you, making it tingle, making the pain feel so fucking good. 

“More,” you moaned as his hips started to rock up into you, pumping his cock into you. 

“Good girl,” he said, “You take Daddy’s cock, that’s right.” Joel said. He reached down between your bodies and started that same rhythm of tight circles around your clit. It made your head swim with pleasure. “That’s right,” Joel said, “Dad will take care of you.” He said. 

You felt like it would be impossible to cum from your first time, but you had underestimated the power of your dad’s ministrations to your clit. His attention was so good, your eyes on his was so wrong, and so right, exactly what you had always wanted that you felt yourself building up to an orgasm unlike any other you had ever had. Your heart lept into your throat as you realized how close you were, you cunt tightened around his cock. 

“Oh hold on, pretty girl, you wait for Daddy to cum,” Joel growled, you let out a whine, shaking your head. 

“I can’t, dad! I can’t! I’m so close-“ You moaned, grinding your hips down. His movements around your clit slowed and you felt your clit pulse with need. “Daddy! Please!” Joel’s hips moved faster, sloppier. 

“You can wait, Dad’s goin’ to cum too. I wanna fill you up while you cum, honey.” Joel’s voice was ragged and needy. You whined louder as he pounded into you, bruising your cervix with every thrust while his fingers teased around and around your clitoris, closing you in on your release. 

“Daddy, please! I can’t hold it, I need it,” you whined. With a final thrust of his hips, Joel was coming and his fingers continued to stroke across your clit, pushing you over the edge. You felt the spasms of his cock inside you, filling you with the same seed you came from and your own orgasm split through you, making you shake and moan until you finally collapsed into his chest. “Daddy,” you sobbed. “Daddy, I’m all yours.” You said. 

“I know,” Joel whispered, he reached down and gathered your hair up in his hands, holding it off your neck. “You’ll always be mine.” He said. “My babygirl, my little problem.” He said it and you couldn’t stop the smirk creeping in. You had a problem too. It was your dad and how much you longed for his cock, you didn’t think that problem was ever going to resolve. 

[ghxstlike]

(not) just roommates

synopsis: what it's like being their roommate

featuring: rafayel, zayne, and caleb

content: modern/university au. roommate au. sfw & slight nsfw (minors dni!!!), pre-established relationship, teasing, sexual tension (?), talk of masturbation, pillow humping, sub (?) raf, reader implied to be shorter than the boys, reader is so oblivious, boys being pervs (or creeps?) at times, being friend zoned, jealousy, boys being domestic, boys being hopelessly in love with reader. not proofread.

author’s note: oh em gee!!! i'm writing again!! yippee!! i also added something at the end that i've always wanted to try (hehe). let me know if u want a part 2 with sylus and xavier :)

rafayel

he is an art major (duh) and swims competitively.

if you don't come to watch him swim from time-to-time, he'll be the biggest menace.

he places cups, plates and bowls on the top shelf,

let's dirty dishes pile up until you're forced to do them,

leaves his dirty clothes scattered around the apartment,

and so much more. that's just a handful of things he does.

bro is so annoying...

he's very clingy (which is normal for him) and follows you around the apartment SO often.

if you're doing something when he's acting all clingy, he'll whine, pout, and sigh loudly to try and get your attention. if that doesn't work, he'll tug on your sleeve while giving you the biggest, shiniest, puppy dog eyes.

it obviously works on you. the feeling of pride that fills his chest when you do drop everything, you're doing in that moment is laughable. you'd definitely laugh at him.

actively steals your clothes & perfume. he puts one of your shirts on one of his pillows and sprays your perfume on it to make sure it always smells like you.

cuddles with said pillow, since he believes that you think of him as just a friend or roommate.

some nights, he humps the pillow like a dog in heat, whimpering your name out and asking for permission to cum, even though you're not there to grant him such a wish.

after he cums on your shirt, he attempts to get the stain out. he scrubs and scrubs, but the stain is never coming out. so, he keeps it. he keeps it on the pillow, he keeps spraying your scent on it, and he keeps cumming on it <3

even though he's annoying, he's kind-of sweet.

he leaves cute little notes around the apartment which you frequent the most (an example would be your bathroom) with little doodles of him as a chibi-like character. he would also sign it like he would for a painting.

you, of course, keep each one up until the stickiness of the post-it note wears out.

he knows exactly when to get groceries- and he ALWAYS gets the groceries. if you send him a text saying that you're going to the grocery store to pick up a few things, he gets mad.

definitely still has his pet fish, reddie. he also definitely baby talks to the fish, his pointer finger gently tapping the class to try and get the fish's attention.

though, he does this in private. he would NEVER talk to reddie like that if you were around to watch.

funnily enough, you did catch him doing it once.

"aww, you swim so prettily," rafayel murmurs, his purple eyes gazing lovingly at his beloved fish. as reddie swims around the way too large bowl for one fish, he traces his finger against the glass, almost in sync with the fish. a small, warm smile is plastered on his face, and his free hand is propping his head up on his cheek.

while staring at the beta fish swiftly swimming around his bowl, rafayel doesn't hear the door to his roommate's door open. his mind is too focused on the beautiful sight in front of him. oh, how much he wants to be like a fish. a mindless, pretty beta fish. no more adult responsibilities, no more boring gen-ed classes, no more friend zoning from the person he lives with-

"what're you doing?" his roommate says with amusement. a small yelp falls from his lips, his body jumping slightly from his roommate's sudden voice ringing in his ears. rafayel's head snaps around, the view of his face finally coming into y/n's point of view. his pretty eyes are wide as saucers, his lips are slightly agape, and there's a slight blush adorning his face. he's so embarrassed, in fact, that the blush reaches the tips of his ears.

rafayel realizes how he reacted right after he's done it unconsciously. his rigid body becomes more relaxed as he clears his throat. "nothing," he says, his teeth slightly clenched. "nothing that concerns you." y/n doesn't buy it. both of their eyebrows are raised and a huge, smug smile is on their lips. they cross their arms across their chest as they lean against the wall of the living room. a warm feeling runs through rafayel's body looking at their face. they just- look so attractive. rafayel's eyes fall from their form, too flustered to meet their gaze.

"i'm pretty sure i just saw you talking so cutely to your fish." they chuckle. rafayel opens his mouth, trying to deny what he was doing, but quickly shuts it. a sigh leaves his mouth, still avoiding his roommate's eyes.

"oh, you're never living this down."

he should've never gotten a roommate.

zayne

THE KINDEST AND PATIENT MAN

you forget about a ton of things (which zayne finds endearing) and he's the one who remembers for you.

"did you eat this morning? no? alright, let's get you a snack. ah, no, no more studying for now. you need to eat and you absolutely need a break."

"did you drink water today? an energy drink doesn't count. here, take my water bottle, i have another one in my bag."

on the months where you can't pay for rent, he pays for your half. he started doing this a few months into first living with you, when he found out that you have two jobs and you're still not able to pay for your half of the rent.

he liked you your company too much for you to leave and move back into your parents' house. you try your best to pay zayne back, but he always refuses. though, you pay him for half of the amount you're supposed to pay for rent, much to his disagreement.

makes sure that you get to class safely. is the type of guy to say, "let me know when you get there."

you appreciate him caring so much for you.

waits for you to come home to have dinner. only IF he comes home first.

since he's going to school to be a doctor, bro is so busy all of the time.

since he waits for you, you wait for him. it feels weird to not eat without him, you think. even if he comes home at 10 or 11 at night.

you both have movie nights and sometimes you bake together!! when you figured out that zayne loves treats, you wanted to bake him cookies for helping you with rent that month. and the other months.

he walked in on you making said cookies, and when you explained that they were for him, his brain shut down. his heart skipped a beat.

you're so cute.

he walked over and helped you with the rest of the steps you needed to do. he insisted that he would put the cookies in and out of the oven. (he didn't trust you).

ever since then, he makes you bake with him on the weekends when he's free.

barely shows his emotions. he's too scared to be vulnerable in front of you. when he has a nightmare, he keeps it to himself, even though the only thing he wants after he has a nightmare is to cuddle with you.

he doesn't though! he doesn't know if you would cuddle with him or not (you definitely would) so he keeps his hands to himself.

bro has so much restraint when wanting to touch you, it's crazy.

if only u knew what goes on in his mind....

loud clangs of pots and pans woke zayne up from his already rough sleep, the bags under his eyes multiplying even more than before. a deep sigh leaves his nostrils as he rubs the sleep out of his eyes. he slowly sits up as the loud clangs continue. the first thing that comes to his mind is his roommate, clumsily fumbling with the kitchenware in the cabinets. a small grin appears on his face, finding the imagery so cute.

zayne makes his way towards the kitchen of his shared apartment, finding what was happening in his mind to be what was truly happening. he sees his roommate bent down, their hands roughly going through each metal kitchen item. he leans against the counter of the kitchen, slightly admiring the sight. he tries his best to not look at their ass, but his gaze keeps getting drawn back to it.

he wonders what it's like to be right up against them, their ass right up against the crotch of his pajama pants. he wonders what their reaction would be if he just walked right up and did what he so desperately wanted to do- touch them. touch them everywhere. their face, their hair, their arms, their hands, their waist, their hips. the thought of it made his dick twitch in his pants.

suddenly, his said roommate stands up straight as they groan loudly. they place both of their hands on their back, trying to crack it desperately. "stupid kitchen," zayne hears them mumble. a chuckle leaves his lips and his roommate responds with a loud yelp. "oh my gosh!" they yell as they turn towards him, their hand placed flat on their chest where their heart lies beneath.

zayne smiles apologetically. "sorry, didn't mean to scare you." he says softly. he pushes himself off the wall he was leaning on and makes his way to his roommate. "what're you doing anyway?" zayne's head tilts to the side slightly, his eyes never moving away from his roommate's eyes. his heart flutters as he watches them look away and they begin to fidget with the bottom of their pajama shirt.

"just wanted to make breakfast for us." they say nervously. their eyes drift back to zayne's for a moment, then looks down at their sock covered feet.

zayne hums in response, nodding along to what they said. he's never had cute aggression before, but after he met them, all he wants to do his shake them violently. zayne gives his roommate a small smile. "i can help, if you'd like." his deep, calming voice rings out, making his roommate look up at him with glee.

"that would be great! thank you, zayne!"

they're so cute.

caleb

unlike rafayel and zayne, you've already met caleb before you two became roommates.

similar to the canon story, caleb was your childhood best friend, and lived with you and your grandma.

though, once you went to college and moved out, your communication with caleb slowly deteriorated. not anyone's fault though, you two were just busy.

in senior year of college, you decided to finally live off of campus. surprisingly, you found an apartment close to your college's campus. but, there was already a person living in it.

it was too much of a great opportunity to pass up though.

who could've thought that your roommate would be your old childhood best friend?

you realized how much caleb never changed - still the teasing, protective guy you knew back then. however, he was more possessive.

when you wanted to go out with your friends, caleb always stopped you before you went out. he made sure the outfit you were wearing wasn't showing too much skin, and made sure that you should contact him if you needed anything.

you didn't pay any mind to it, though you should've. the more you ignored his outfit checks, the more intense his actions became.

locking you in the apartment or your room so you could stay home with him, hiding away the keys so again, you wouldn't leave, and he even sneaks into your room to make sure you're sleeping. you only know this because you caught him one time.

even though his new side of his personality is showing, you still enjoy his company. he is your childhood best friend, of course you enjoy his company!

though, he sucks at cleaning right after making a mess.

i headcanon that caleb LOVES legos, so sometimes you find small lego pieces around the house after he's done building one on the kitchen counter.

you yelled at him once because you stepped on a lego piece one time, which caused you to lose balance and fall on your face. for weeks bruises were scattered around your legs from how hard you fell.

caleb is barely in his room. the only time he's in his room is to sleep and change. that's it.

so, he usually hangs out in the living room, if he is home.

he's a very quiet roommate. you barely know when he's home and when he's not home. you have to text him to make sure where he is.

you figured that out through the hard one, when you walked out in only your underwear.

caleb sits comfortably on the couch in the living room with one of his legs crossed over the other. one of his arms is laying on the top of the couch, while the other scrolls through social media on his phone. he sighs deeply, feeling extremely bored. that's when he shuts off his phone, throws it gently next to him on the couch, and tilts his head back with his eyes closed. he thinks deeply about what he's going to do later in the day; maybe he can go grocery shopping? maybe he can continue building that one lego set his roommate got him for christmas...

a loud, squeaky door kicks him out of his thoughts. he hears his roommate softly walk across the wooden floor, their footsteps becoming louder as they reach the space between the living room and the kitchen. caleb opens his eyes, but doesn't lift his head off the back of the couch. when his gaze drifts to their form, his heart almost stops.

in front of him was a beautiful sight- his pretty little roommate dressed in nothing but a large t-shirt and underwear. his breath catches in his throat when he sees their shirt ride up as they desperately try to grab a glass from the cabinet, showing more of their soft looking skin. a shaky sigh leaves his lips as his eyes wander down to their ass, only covered by a thin layer of their underwear. he could feel the blood rush down to his dick, twitchy slightly as he continues to stare. a corner of his lips rises when he hears his beloved roommate sigh in frustration, a soft, quiet chuckle following after. he quickly stands up from the couch and makes his way toward the kitchen to try and help them.

what would they do without him?

"i can help, pip-squeak," caleb says lowly as he stands right behind them. he chuckles again when he hears them yelp, almost jumping into the air out of fear. their head snaps around and meets his eyes. the smirk doesn't fall from his face when he sees their pouting face.

"christ, caleb!" they exclaim as they turn back around, their back facing caleb, to continue their attempts at retrieving a cup. "i had no idea you were home..." they grumble. caleb's grin widens at their flustered state, seeing how they begin to squirm in place. he approaches them while maintaining eye contact.

caleb places his large hand on their waist and squeezes it lightly. "here, love, i can get it for you," he whispers into their ear. as he speaks, his free hand reaches up and effortlessly grabs a cup and placing it on the counter in front of them. an amused hum leaves his throat as he hears them swallow thickly, almost making a comedic 'gulp' sound. caleb's hand slides down their waist and stops at their hips, only squeezing it once before backing away.

he watches as his roommate turns to him, their eyes as wide as saucers. he just laughs.

"i don't get a 'thank you'?"

[lady-lostmind]

BIG MOUTH

Written for @steddiebingo Kissing Booth Prompt: Gags

Rating: E | WC: 883

Thank you @oh-stars for betaing!!

Eddie has a big mouth. He knows this. He never knows when to just shut up. He’s constantly putting his foot in his mouth, letting his words run away from him. Digging his grave deeper and deeper, leaving no ladder to pull himself back out. He hates it about himself. And also kind of loves it. Because it can be fun. 

Like now. When he’s obviously annoying his boyfriend to no end and he can tell he’s about to snap. 

“ –and they put all these pressures on young men, you know? To be athletic, and get involved in sports like that’s the only thing the matters and if you aren’t into shooting balls into laundry baskets then you’re somehow less of a man and–”

Steve groans. “EDS!” He gestures to the tv. “ I’m trying to watch the game can you–” 

Eddie nods. “I know, because you’ve had it drilled into your head since you were little that this is very important and–”

Steve leans over and clamps his hand over Eddie’s mouth. “I swear to god. I’m going to fucking gag you.” 

Eddie’s eyes go wide and Steve freezes so they’re just staring at each other’s shocked faces and Eddie tries desperately to not let Steve see the way this has gone straight to his dick and–

Steve’s eyes flick down, a mean grin spreading on his face. “Really, Eds?” 

Eddie rolls his eyes and tries to talk, his words coming out as a muffled mess with Steve’s hand still blocking them. 

Steve shakes his head, his eyes gleaming. “Sorry. I didn’t quite catch that.” He shifts so he’s hovering above Eddie, his knee slipping between his legs. 

Eddie groans into Steve’s hand and rolls his hips down on his leg. 

Steve chuckles and shakes his head. “You like that idea, huh?” 

Eddie tries to pull back so he can talk but Steve just follows him. “I kind of like you like this. It’s so quiet.” 

Eddie huffs, and glares at Steve over his hand, trying to seem annoyed even though he loves when Steve gets a little mean and bossy. 

Steve glances over his shoulder, eyes locking on something Eddie can’t see before flicking back to Eddie mischievously. He leans off the side of the couch, stretching to reach something while still keeping his hand firmly on Eddie’s mouth. He comes back up with Eddie’s bandana, dangling it between his fingers.

“Look what I found.” He swings it in front of Eddie’s face, chuckling when Eddie’s eyes follow it back and forth. He finally moves his hand, only to immediately stuff the bandana in his mouth. He leans back, letting his eyes trail hungrily over Eddie and reaches for the button on his jeans. “This okay?” 

Eddie groans around the fabric and nods, sending his curls flying all around him as his wide eyes watch a grin spread over Steve’s face. He unbuttons Eddie’s pants, slowly pulling down the zipper and tugging them off his legs. Eddie is tenting his boxers, a wet spot already forming at the tip before Steve even so much as breathes on him. 

Eddie tips his head back when Steve pulls them down his legs too, his eyes rolling back when Steve licks up his length, a muffled “FUUUU–” trying to escape his mouth.

Steve grins, wrapping a hand around the base of Eddie’s dick as he sinks his mouth down as far as he can, swirling his tongue around Eddie and pulling another cut off moan from him. Steve chuckles meanly around his dick, sending vibrations through him. 

“GAH–DAH” Eddie’s hands move to Steve’s hair, holding tightly and Steve slips down again. Eddie’s hips jerk up reflexively and he hits the back of Steve’s throat, making him gag and pull back with tears in his eyes. Eddie’s face drops and and lets go of Steve’s head while he coughs, trying to catch his breath. 

Eddie spits the bandana out, sitting up in a panic, hands hovering over Steve’s shoulders. “Oh fuck. I’m sorry, sweetheart. I didn’t mean to–”

Steve sucks in a deep breath, a loud laugh bursting out of his lips. Eddie lets out a heavy sigh of relief, feeling ridiculous sitting there with his quickly flagging boner out while his boyfriend laughs. 

He tosses a couch pillow at Steve and shakes his head. “I thought I hurt you!”

Steve wipes his eyes, still trying to stop laughing, barely getting his words out. “You gagged me back–” He keeps laughing like this is the funniest thing that’s ever happened to him.

Eddie stares at him like he’s insane but a chuckle works its way up his chest and he starts laughing with him too and shaking his head. He leans forward and cups Steve’s face to pull him in for a kiss. “I fucking love you.” 

Steve huffs out another laugh, his eyes sparkling. “Even though I’ve been brainwashed to like sports?”

Eddie grins and nods. “Mhm.” He glances over at the TV and the game still going, but completely forgotten. “Want to finish your game?”

Steve shrugs, reaching for Eddie’s dick. “This is a recording of an old game. I’ve already seen it.”

Eddie’s jaw drops open in a gasp. “You little–” Steve leans down and sucks him back into his mouth. “OH FUCK!”

[power-to-live]

Birthdays and Kisses

This is my submission for Gruvia Month!! Week 1: Birthday, which is long overdue heheeee. I will post the rest this week ( I think…?) Nonetheless, please enjoy my silly little fic! If you prefer ao3, I’ve also posted it there!

Rating: 12+ (for language)

my 12 year old cousin beta-ed this for me but she’s pretty mature tho

Word Count: 1,541

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5:47am

April 7

Gray was soundly in his bed, Erza in hers, Wendy and Carla curled up in theirs, and somehow Natsu crept into Lucy's. Yes, the typical setting for the iconic team.

Like normal, they had checked in at an inn for the night. It was like any other night-- until it wasn't.

As the sun started to peak through the mountains, a ring went off. Erza was the first to be awakened, obviously. She slept very light, and was always alert, truly knight behaviour.

As she sat up, Erza recognized where the ring was coming from— Gray's bedside.

Just as Erza spotted the phone, Lucy also awakened.

"Oh my Mavis, whose alarm is that?!" The blonde exclaimed as she, too sat up. Spotting Natsu snoring noisily next to her, she smoothly pushed him off the bed without anyone noticing.

This seemed to wake up Gray aswell. As he reached for his phone, Wendy and Carla also rose to see the commotion.

When Gray took a look his phone, his face turned a red that could've rivaled Erza's hair.

"I- erm...uhhh gotta take this" he sputtered as he got out of bed quickly.

Erza was quicker though, blocking the door before Gray even got a chance to walk. "Who's calling?" the redhead asked suspiciously.

Lucy smirked. She knew exactly who. Lucy opened her mouth to comment, before she was rudely interrupted by a snore.

"5 more minutes" Natsu grumbled as he sunk in his blanket.

"None of your business" Gray said cooly, ignoring Natsu and answering Erza.

Before any could speak however, Wendy suddenly piped up.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY ERZA-SAN!" she cried out

A similar amount of shock was seen on everyone's face in the room— excluding Erza of course. And then a chorus of 'Happy Birthday Erza!'.

"Thank you Wendy. Now Gray, would you be so kind as to tell me the caller? Think of it as your gift to me" Erza said while her eyes sparkled, and an accomplished expression on her face.

"...uv..a" Gray muttered

"What was that?" Lucy added, just to tease.

"Ju...a" he whispered again

"Whaaaaaaaat?"

Everyone turned as Natsu fell back asleep. Please, you can count on him to not miss out.

"Gosh! Ok ok! Juvia's calling!" Gray cried out

"Can I please go now?" He pleaded

"How do you know it's not for me?" Erza wondered out loud

Gray eyed her, and then promptly said "I'll be back once she asks for you"

Erza then moved aside to let him out

Gray took a breath as he stepped onto the rooftop. Thank Mavis this inn has a deck, he thought to himself before calling Juvia back.

"Hello?" he started

"Gray-sama! Juvia misses you so much!" the water maged squealed

"Calm down." Gray smiled "Now, why are you calling at the literal buttcrack of dawn?"

"Juvia's in Crocus right now for an interview with Gajeel-kun, Levy-san, Mira-san, Laxus-san, and Cana!"

No honorifics for Cana?

"Still doesn't answer my question" Gray teased

"Well I wanted to greet Erza-san before we got busy preparing!" Juvia said enthusiastically

Damn it, why does she have to be so close to Erza?!

"Ah alright, I'll call her wait a second..." Gray muttered something along the lines of ' why'd her birthday have to be today?'

"Bye Erza-san! Happy Birthday again!" the water mage bid her goodbye as a smiling Erza passed the phone back to a "Not Jealous" Gray

"Here you go, you look like you might murder me if I dont stop talking to your wife." Erza teased

"She's not my-!" Gray was interrupted by Juvia asking him a question, which then lead him to smile

"Sure, Gray. Sure." Erza whispered under her breath while going back to the room

"Gray-sama, Juvia misses you so much!"

"Yeah? Well same over here." Did I just say that?!

Juvia giggled over the phone, and then Gray heard a grumble, then people shouting, and then "Juvia has to go Gray-sama! Gajeel-kun and Laxus-san are fighting! Bye, stay alive! Juvia loves you!"

"Yeah, bye" Gray pauses for a moment, then says "I lo-"

Beep

"-ve you too..." he finishes lamely, then goes back to their room.

When Gray arrived at the room, the beds were all grouped in the center, facing a projector lacrima.

His teammates were sitting together on the bed, seemingly waiting for a show to come on.

"Whoa, what's all this for?" he asked as he made his way to the bed/fort/ he doesn't know.

"They're hosting an interview for Fairy Tail members and paying tributes to the Scarlet Queen for her birthday" Lucy helpfully answered

"Th-they didn't have to..." Erza flushed in her spot next to Wendy

"Yes they do, pfft— you've helped out multiple times!" Natsu supplied

Erza soon got out of her blushing persona as the Weekly Sorcerer started streaming. "Everyone in order!" she ordered

They watched intensively as the 6 members— 7 including Lily— made their way to the interview area. Namely; Mira wearing a black off the shoulder dress with golden details that reached below her knees, hugging her figure, Laxus also wearing a black with golden details suit, Cana in a midnight blue dress that had a turtleneck cut and was loose around her knees, Gajeel in the same suit as Laxus— although a bit blue-er, Lily same as Gajeel, Levy was wearing the same shade of blue as Gajeel, but in a dress that showed her baby bump perfectly, and lastly— oh but definitely not the least in Gray's eyes, Juvia stepped in wearing a navy blue silk dress that reached her ankles, where she was wearing a pair of strappy golden heels.

Team Natsu could only stare as their guild members sat in their seats, looking as fine as ever.

"Mira looks stunning!" Lucy commented on her friend's appearance

"So does Cana" Erza added

"I dont even have to think about who Gray thinks is the prettiest" Happy teased

"SHUT UP YOU STUPID CAT" Gray threatened

Juvia was nervous. Sure, she had been interviewed before, but... this was different. It had to be different, Juvia knew Weekly Sorcerer was planning something.

The interview stepped into the room "Good morning Fairy Tail! My name is Rie and I'll be interviewing you! First, we'll be playing Truth of Dare!" Rie declared

"Who wants to go first?" the interviewer asked

"Juvia wants to go!" Juvia squeaked

"Go ahead" Rie answered

"Levy-san!"

"Yup!" Levy answered

"Who do you think has the smallest dick in Fairy Tail?" Juvia sweetly asked the mage

Cheers erupted from everyone.

Gray choked on his spit.

Lucy burst out laughing.

Erza flushed.

Natsu smirked.

"Juvia asked that?" Erza sputtered

"Oh she is one wild ride!" Lucy said in between laughs

Gray remained silent, but was still stunned of course

By the looks of it, Levy was very embarrassed. Juvia smirked, her job here was done.

"Wow, uhm, yes Miss— or is it Mrs. now?— Levy please, do indulge us..." Rie spoke softly, clearly surprised by the question

"I.... uhm" Levy muttered

"Gihi" came the voice of her Gajeel

"Dont be shy Levy!" Mira assured her

"Yeah, you won't offend anyone!" Cana hyped her up

"Unless you say any of the guys here, that is" Laxus scoffed

"Go on Levy-san!" Juvia told her friend

"Uhm... gosh I'm gonna get cancelled for this.... uhm.. Happy...?" the little preggo answered

Chaos ensued in the inn.

"My turn!" Levy cried out "Cana! Truth or Dare?"

"Dare duuh!" the dare devil herself spoke confidently

"Kiss the hottest person in the room" Levy dared her

'Oohs' and 'Ahhs' scattered the room.

The smiles of the cameramen were seen.

"Bet." Cana said as she stood up

"I wonder who she'll pick..." Gray said, rolling over to face Erza and Lucy

"I think Laxus" Erza replied

"I think a girl maybe...?" Lucy thought

"Whaaaaaaaaat?" Natsu said, contemplating it

"Yeah think about it, definitely not Gajeel, thin chance it's Laxus. A girl maybe?" Lucy answered the fire mage

Cana went up to Laxus, leaned in, then swiftly kissed Juvia on the lips.

"Sorry bout that Ju" Cana smirked "A dare's a dare."

Juvia could only nod, dumbstruck for a second before going back to her sappy self.

"Gray? You ok?" Erza teased

"Yup. Fine. Perfectly fine." Gray growled

Actually, he was not fine. When the interview finished, he wasted no time in facetiming Juvia.

"Gray-sama! How was the interview?" Juvia squealed

"Yeah, good, whatever, can I speak to Cana?" Gray tried to speak calmly.

"Gray?" Cana answered

"What is your problem?" Gray growled

"Sorry man, a dare's a dare. But I'll leave her alone. I don't stand a chance anyway. Good luck dude." Cana said cooly

"Bye Can." Gray said, relieved

"Gray-sama! What was Gray-sama talking about with Cana-san?" Juvia asked

"Did you... like kissing Cana..?" Gray asked

"Gray-sama... You know Juvia only has eyes for you..." Juvia spoke softly "Cana and Juvia are just best friends that's all!"

"You know if I could I would kiss you right now, right?" Why the duck did I say that???

"Juvia knows."

"... what?"

"Juvia's known for a loooooong time."

"...."

"Happy Birthday Erza-san!" Juvia squealed and then hung up, as Gray turned around to face Erza.

"Thank you." Erza smiled

[meowcatmutie]

hello. here's a post about homestuck characters' typing styles, but mostly focusing on punctuation because that's something i see a lot of people get wrong when they write homestuck characters

read this post if you care about writing them perfectly! if you don't give a shit about this feel free to scroll past. i'm very autistic about all of the little things in homestuck like this so maybe i'm the only one who always notices these things. idk! i want to talk about this anyway

john/june types in all lowercase and generally uses all proper punctuation.

dave almost never uses punctuation or capitalization! this is very important! he does not use apostrophes or periods practically ever unless it's in an ellipsis (instead of separating his sentences with a period, he just writes each sentence in a new message), commas very rarely, and he only uses question marks when they improve the clarity of a sentence (i.e. if it wouldn't have been easily understood as a question otherwise). he may use exclamation points or all caps if he is shouting, but he doesn't shout often. he also very occasionally writes a word in all caps for EMPHASIS.

jade almost never uses apostrophes or periods (unless in an ellipsis), and types in all lowercase unless she is shouting. she DOES use question marks and commas, and she uses exclamation points liberally.

rose, dirk, and jane all use perfect grammar. this is pretty obvious.

jake capitalizes the first letter of each sentence and puts a period (or whatever else) at the end, but in between those there is Nothing. no commas or apostrophes, and he doesn't capitalize proper nouns.

roxy types in all lowercase, doesn't use apostrophes or periods (unless in an ellipsis), only sometimes uses question marks, and uses exclamation points frequently. her typing style is the least consistent otherwise.

aradia's typing style is very similar to dave's, but with slightly more exclamation points.

mostly everything about tavros's typing style is pretty obvious and also not all that consistent so i don't have much to say about this, except that the word "i" is always lowercase, and he uses apostrophes in their normal places.

sollux uses periods at the ends of his sentences, but he uses apostrophes inconsistently.

karkat uses all proper punctuation, but on rare occasions might omit the period at the end of a sentence.

nepeta doesn't use apostrophes or periods (except in an ellipsis), DOES use commas, and uses exclamation points VERY frequently. also, she uses cat puns, but she doesn't shoehorn a cat pun in every 3 words, and she doesn't tend to replace very common words with cat words. (yes, this is about people having her replace "you" with "mew". it bothers me)

kanaya is pretty obvious, but i'm going to iterate anyway that she almost never uses any punctuation at all.

terezi DOESN'T use periods (except in an ellipsis), and frequently omits apostrophes, but not always. also, most people know this already, but sometimes i see people get it wrong, so i will note that she only replaces the letters A, I, and E with 413.

vriska uses perfect grammar and uses exclamation points liberally. her usage of 8s to replace letters is typically confined to only B and eight/ait/ate sounds, she ONLY replaces other vowels with 8s when she is very agitated/angry/upset. often, when an "eight" sound is in the middle of a word, the T will be retained, e.g. "explan8tion", "rel8tionship", "n8ture".

equius uses almost perfect grammar, except that he ALWAYS omits punctuation at the ends of his sentences.

gamzee uses all proper punctuation.

eridan NEVER uses any punctuation.

feferi mostly uses perfect grammar. obviously she uses a lot of exclamation points too, because she is -EXCIT-ED.

thx for reading. if you ask me to beta your fic i will do it btw

[fancychaostraveller]

Search of a beta reader - Cherik pairing

Hi guys!!

A friend of mine is searching for a beta reader! The fic to be beta-ed is a Cherk one, sequel of a first work that's already on AO3, The Bird's Opening. She is currently going through a hard time which is why she isn’t posting this herself, but she is willing to communicate through discord!

She said the only requirements are having already read TBO, enthusiasm and willingness to read the sequel and relative availability (or willingness to communicate if unavailable for a period of time). The sequel is called The Wing’s Gambit and it is already in its 2 out of 3 parts.

This would obviously be a long-term commitment since the fic in progress has quite a lot of chapters

Let me know if you have any interest, or reblog if someone in your community might be interested! Also, it might be great if you know more than just Charles and Erik as characters, but this is anecdotal

Ps: She also said it could be cool if the person likes autistic/bpd headcanons and was cool with mpreg, but that is not a requirement

Thank yall for your time regardless!!

[kiestrokes]

i like had this thought in the back of my head of like what ateez would be like with an S/O who has a physical illness bcs i actually have one which causes a lot of pain to my bones and i'm like in a constant state of pain and discomfort, been going on for about 12 years HELL YA ✊🏻, if i don't keep up on my meds (currently don't have the proper meds so it only tides me over for a little while-) then im basically fucked so IDK i feel like there isn't a lot of stuff written about this kind of stuff (im a sucker for shit i hardly ever am able to read abt) ALSO IM NOT 100% SURE IF YOUR REQS WERE OPEN BCS I DIDNT SEE ANYTHING POSTED ABT IT SO- YA- if you don't want to write it obviously you don't have to !! no pressure at all lovely

ATEEZ Caring for You: Chronic Illness Edition | SFW

⌛Pairing: ATEEZ x Gender Neutral!Reader/You/Yn ⌛Rating: SFW ⌛Genre: fluff, slice of life, headcanons, imagines, scenarios. ⌛Warnings: chronic illness + immunocompromised talk.

🗝️ Note: Hey atiny anon! You actually asked the right person; I have fibromyalgia combined with a few other annoying chronic illnesses. Because you can't just have one 😓 I hope that you can find a decent fucking doctor and get on the proper medication soon. That's the biggest part of the struggle, finding a physician that will listen and is competent. I hope this was enough, I tried to assign each member a caring task that I felt fit them! Has not been beta-ed.

Disclaimers: This is a work of fiction; I do not own any of the idols depicted below. 

Seonghwa 

He’s here to help you prevent all the chronic pain that he can. Booking you massage visits. Trips to the hot springs. All the arnica rubs. Silly little games the two of you play, to keep your mind off the pain and depression spirals. His favorite is seeing who can build their new Lego set the quickest. Hwa is the biggest advocate for you, he would never return a dish at the restaurant when its wrong. But he will fight for you at every appointment, every pharmacy, wherever you need him to. Because he knows you've grown tired of fighting all the time.

Hongjoong

HJ's specialty is flexibility. You have a sudden burst of energy? He’s down to go explore that new pop-up market with you. You’ve come down with a bout of bone numbing pain? That’s cool, you’re getting changed into comfy clothes and piled up on the couch. Swaddled in your heating pad with all the snacks. Where he falls asleep on your shoulder. HJ never gets frustrated with your rapid change in mood or plans. Nothing but the most understanding partner you could ever have asked for, and boy is he so cute and snuggly when dozing on you. Small hands seeking your face for drowsy kisses that soothe your aches just a smidge.

Yunho

The quiet presence, the one who knows what you need before you say it. Passing you tissues, making you a cup of tea and most importantly holding you so that you can cry. Shedding angry tears about how frustrated you are with your own body for betraying you. For feeling weak. For missing out on things. He's gently calming every frayed nerve in your brain. Reassuring you that you're exactly where you need to be in this moment, and he will bring all of the fun to you. And he does, in small, manageable doses.

Yeosang

His way of caring for you is through caring for your outside. All the skin masks, hair treatments, skin softening lotions because if you feel cruddy, at least he can make you feel cute and comfortable. They do heal though, in their own way. The extra moisture of the humidifier and every cream and essence he buffs into your skin helps keep some of the aches away. Subsiding the itchiness of the nerve pain, just a little. And you can’t get over how cute Yeosang looks in each animal themed headband or with his hair tied back into teeny space buns or how nice his hands feel every time they glide over your skin.

San

Where Yunho is quietly attentive, San is passionately attentive. You cry, he cries (while holding you). Quite literally your pain, is his pain and he’s here to be with you through each step. No judgment is ever passed when he has to pick up your extra chores around the house. Because to him, that is the smallest act of service he can perform for you. San is the one who wishes he could take on your pain, that he could fight it and destroy it and it pains him that he cannot. So he will simply have to do everything else.

Mingi

He thrives on making you laugh and smile through tough days, because he understands feeling burdensome. Mingi never wants you to feel that way, he wants to make sure you verbally know that your presence is needed and welcome. His favorite thing is cuddled up in bed with you wrapped in your heated blanket watching shows. You looking so small in his arms, giving him the feeling of protecting something. He reassures you constantly, because he himself seeks constant reassurance. Mingi never tires of this, he will reaffirm every single self deprecating thought with a compliment even on his worst days.

Wooyoung 

He cares for you with his skinship, which is incredibly healing. His happy heartbeat encourages yours. His strong hands make you feel loved and needed. Who would cuddle him if not you? Woo often reminds you, whispering the phrase into your ear as he traces his nails through your hair, or while rhythmically drawing circles on your spine. Making you float into dream land and anchoring you in the moment with him at the same time. Woo also loves making you whatever dish you’re craving, knowing you need energy to fight off fatigue and pain. And cooking is one of his many, many love languages.

Jongho

Needing to hoard all the extra rest you can get; you seek out solace at Jongho’s place for nap time. Jongho has taken notice, he’s also taken inventory as to which blankets of his you prefer, the pillows that keep you asleep the longest, what temperature you prefer the room to be based on what you’re wearing. All your favorite snacks before or after. New blackout curtains. He’s made his place your ultimate nap zone. New heated blankets. Duplicates of your fave lounge wear and socks. And he takes his payment in cuddles. Holding you tightly in his bed or sprawled on the couch. Sometimes he falls asleep himself and flips you onto your back to bury into your side like a full-sized teddy bear.

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[oh-stars]

Third Wheel

Trio

a Stobin Month 2024 prompt | 497 words | CW: N/A | Rating: G

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Eddie Munson didn’t know what true love meant until he was twenty. If he’s honest, he didn’t think he’d ever find out what romantic love even meant, so he’s pretty surprised he’s seen true love with his own two eyes. That he experiences it every single day, and will until the end of his time (if he has any say in it at least). He just assumed if he were to ever see it, to experience this magical true love from his stories, he’d be in the middle of it. 

Not the third wheel. 

“Is there a reason we’re at Buckster’s apartment?” Eddie asks with a sigh. He already knows the answer, obvious by the way he unbuckles himself and begins the process of gathering the strength to slide into the backseat. 

“She wanted to see this movie too,” Steve says, because obviously that’s what he should be thinking.

Eddie just hums as he starts to wiggle his way through the wedge between the driver and passenger seats. He flops into the back with a helpful push from Steve on his ass, one that definitely came with an unnecessary (but not unwanted) squeeze. 

As Eddie rights himself, he sees Robin running down the path, limbs just shy of flailing, and happily over to the passenger seat. “Sorry,” she pants, “my mom called after you did.” 

Steve winces. “Was it the cat again?” 

“Yes!” Robin groans as she goes on to describe.. Neighborhood cat drama? Back in Hawkins? Eddie just shakes his head and drapes himself in between the want-to-be-twins. 

She talks the entire time they’re driving to the theater, then continues the story effortlessly as they grab tickets and snacks and make their way to the theater. 

Steve sits in between them, popcorn in his lap and the arm rest between him and Robin up. She snuggles in as she wraps up her story, just as the previews start. 

Eddie leans over to glare at the both of them. “You do realize this is supposed to be a date for Steve and I, right?” 

Robin shrugs. “I was invited, thank you.” 

Steve at least has a sheepish smile. “I’ll take her home before we get dinner?” 

“You’re not going to feed me!” 

“Robs, I love you, but I also want to get laid,” Steve faux-whispers. 

“It’s a good thing I love you,” Eddie says as he grabs a handful of popcorn, gesturing towards Robin with it, “because this alone would make anyone else run.” 

Steve beams as he leans over to kiss Eddie’s cheek. “It’s one of the many reasons you’re the best, Eds.” 

“Gross,” Robin huffs. “Cut the lovey dovey shit while I’m sitting right here.” 

Eddie flips her off as he kisses Steve quickly, thankful for the dark of the empty theater. When he pulls back to shove the handful of popcorn in his mouth, Steve just smiles even brighter. 

Yeah, it’s worth sharing Steve if he gets to look like that all the time. 

--

Thank you @lady-lostmind for beta reading!

Ao3 Link

[sergeifyodorov]

please disregard if this isn't for you, and my apologies if that's the case, but if not. hello! i would like your opinion on what would be in the leafs' (or other hockey players if you wish!) scent profiles in the omegaverse

first couple lines of that scared me WHEW ok ok. im not like. an a/b/o Guy as in. like. it's not entirely my thing but ive been known to dabble occasionally if the going's good. that to say i'm taking "scent profile" to mean like. a) what "designation" they have (a/b/o) and b) what like their Smells are. if that's not the commonly accepted meaning of the terms that's ok but it Is the question i am answering

am34: to me in my beautiful world am34 is an omega BUT not in a standard way... he's transgender but re: a/b/o designation not gender. like a/b/o is essentially just a second sex class (there exist in the a/b/o universe 6 "sexes" (not accounting for intersex people in the normal way/intersex people in the a/b/o way): alpha male, alpha female, beta male, beta female, omega male, omega female) and auston is transitioning/has transitioned from alpha to omega. in my mind this works basically the exact same way transitioning does irl, but with different hormones, because obviously a/b/o hormones are diff from m/f hormones!) anyway he would smell similar but different pre- and post-transition: sharp, hot and chemical, like jet fuel and citric acid. eating grapefruit at the airport. it gets sweeter as his transition goes on. lemon slushy by a construction site. they're putting tar on the sidewalk.

mitch marner: mitchy's alpha thru and thru... the leafs uncles do Nawt enjoy this because why isn't he using his ALPHA VIBES to intimidate the other goaltender into sucking... ah well. anywhay... mitch smells animal. sticking your face into a cat. wet dog. wool. locker room, but how you imagine the locker room in gay porn fantasy smells. a little bit of light petrichor when things are getting Really weird.

william nilliam: ALSO alpha. when the leafs drafted am34 ppl were suddenly Weird about this realization there were 3 alphas on the team... were they gonna fight? for a while there was really only the one alpha (phil kessel) and now all of a sudden the big three prospects were all alphas. there was concern! they should trade the little swedish brat! and then auston transitioned and the core was balanced (2 alphas, 2 omegas, and morgan <3) and everyone was like. ok. okay. mitchy and willy (and auston pretransition) were all fun and cool with it they WERE. it's harder now that am34's an omega and they have to regularly resist challenging each other over him but it's all fun and good! they're friends! anyways william nilliam smells like open sky. the wind off the water. wild grasses and night air. ozone.

john tavares: jt has been bonded to his alpha wife since his isles days and understandably as a result he smells Super bonded, but also like leather and rubber and polyester. blue jeans. ironic for mr kombucha man but what can you do

matthew knies: OMEGA !!! two arizona omegas wrow! sidenote for the readers in this a/b/o world a's and o's aren't like. A huge section of the population but they also don't entirely tend to get filtered out of or into the nhl... alphas exist in the nhl at similar or higher rates to the genpop, and omegas at similar or slightly lower rates. if alphas and omegas are each 10-15% of the population (combined 20-30%) that means that there's usually ~4-6 alphas + omegas combined on any given nhl team, give or take a few because percentages don't usually work that way. leafs have 5 alphas (mitch, willy, max, benny, dewar) and 3 omegas (am34, jt, kniesy). kniesy is one of those handful of people who is randomly like super educated about a/b/o biology etc etc. like dude paid attention in sex ed class??? i guess??? he smells a little bit like cheap tequila and a Lot bit like breakfast food, scrambled eggs and that very specific diner toast smell and those maple breakfast sausages. don't forget your orange juice!!

max domi: max is an alpha, like his father. and he smells alpha like his father, salted caramel and bitter coffee and sour apple.

connor dewar: pine tar and unscented soap and smoke and a bloody steak. a lot of people don't always clock him as alpha because he doesn't have the often like. strong or dominant scents of a typical alpha, but he's just a Nervous Guy. get the right omega around him and you WILL be able to tell he's an alpha lol

simon benoit: also coffee like max, but much less of a cheap cup made by someone trying to stay awake and much more of a seven-dollar latte made by someone with a nose ring. a bowl of ramen noodles with the highest spice level they'd let you pick. spring onion. farmer's market in a big city with food you've never seen before.

[epersonae]

Because you foolishly agreed to more than one of these: Director's Cut of "BIGFOOT STOLE MY HUSBAND!", please.

anyway.

before I even start on this, let me just say that I love that you've picked out my three OFMD fics that imho get the best comments in very different ways. for the benefit of all the broken hearts gets the in-depth analysis and plot-based screaming; I spit on your grave is full of I NEEDED THIS CATHARSIS; and BIGFOOT STOLE MY HUSBAND is about 80% "would it be weird if I wanted to kiss bigfoot/o no you've awakened something in me", which me too bud (actually this comment is one of my favorite comments on anything ever).

Sometimes you write something you're not into entirely out of spite, well, 80% spite and 20% as a gift to your friends lol.

Which is to say that someone posted a link to a pretty bad (and also at the time the only) Ed/Stede/Bigfoot fic in a server I'm in (come ON, "it was all a dream"?!?!?! COWARD) and we got chatting about what a good fic would be like, and then dammit now I have an actual idea.

I said in my previous director's commentary post that I often need a hook to get into a story, and the camping narration that it starts with was the hook.

My ex-husband (first spouse, the bad marriage, the divorce) was very outdoorsy in that Pacific Northwest way; in college he'd worked for a summer as a guide on Mt Rainier and then the following winter was the caretaker for a lodge. He was not as gung-ho about it as some of his friends, but he did always want for us to go on a "real" backpacking trip, and we did a lot of car camping. And like, we had some real awful arguments and terrible experiences, but also there was a lot I enjoyed about it, and I hadn't (still haven't) done that since before I got divorce. (iirc we didn't go out at all that last summer we were together, which feels like part of the "everything coming to a head" of that year.)

So apparently I had a whole bunch of pent-up feelings about camping, both the actual physical experience of being in the woods/mountains and the experience of doing something that your partner is into WAY more than you are. (Which, yes, is both about the camping and Bigfoot.)

One of the other things about that fic is the whole scent experience, obviously, and that is the 20% gift for a friend aspect of that story, because one of the people who I was more or less writing it for is someone who I thought would appreciate that particular aspect. My beta also pushed me to be more specific and detailed about the actual fragrance notes, so I did two things. One, I looked up perfume sites and stuff for the kind of language people use for that, and two, what ended up being the most notorious (?) details: I opened up my spice drawer and literally smelled all of my spices to find something that might be a little unusual but also felt right. And that is where the cumin thing comes from.

(I think the commenter experience of "would it be weird if I were into this" comes both from my commitment to sensory detail and to Ed's inner narration of "would it be weird if I were into this")

Finally, I knew it needed to end not with Bigfoot, but with them affirming their connection to each other, and I did seriously laugh out loud when I realized I could use "he's got nice hair". It's so stupid and so perfect.

(also the detail of the two of them having a selfie with a roadside attraction fake taxidermy Bigfoot is stolen from my experience going to the Portland Maine cryptozoology museum and doing exactly that with Ryn, who loved all things Bigfoot.) (I've had relationships with at least four people who are/were really into cryptids, I have no idea what that's about.)

[ask me for the director's commentary on a fic!]

[jalenay]

NWWD: Editing Update

Time for the Main Edit! 0 of 37 chapters done lol

i'm hoping to get this edit done in a month, no idea how realistic that'll wind up being but i gotta start with a goal. if you want some more detail on my personal editing process see below

also includes the reader name reveal, because i don't think i've shared that anywhere yet

my editing process, when i hav the time and i'm not rushing to post, is that i print out the chapters--in a different colored ink and in a different font--and hand write my edits with a red pen. then i type the edits up after.

there are a couple reasons for this but the main one is that i think i pick up and notice errors/places i want to revise etc when i see it on paper more than on a screen. this is something i noticed on my own but also something i've seen echoed elsewhere. the different font/color i definitely saw online first, put in to practice, and at least placebo-ed my way into think it helps me edit better too. the idea is that it makes things different but not too different and so u can pick up on stuff better. all of the fonts are still readable, but just not like times new roman/arial/calibri etc

obviously this takes a lot longer than just editing on the computer, but i think its worth it. also, i still do some longer revisions on the computer - i have a bad habit of just lik underlining or highlighting or just putting a star next to a paragraph i dont like as shorthand to myself for like "reword" "awkward phrasing" "confusing" etc and then 'typing up the edits' me is like shit, now i gotta actually come up with how to fix it lol so the typing up often takes the longer of the two.

if i'm really taking my time (in terms of like prewriting a lot before posting anything for a story/fic), i'll do this chapter by chapter, hard copy and typing all of one before the next. sometimes i'll do a bunch at once, especially if i'm also trying to fix overarching things. i think i did all of DSM hard copy and then typed it all? but i can't really remember. i've split NWWD into 5 mini-arcs and i'll probably do all the hard copy edits on the chapters in that arc and then type all of them up, etc. that way i can also send multiple completed chapters to my beta reader(s) at once and i can make sure that i can tackle some of the exposition structuring things i want to fix more cohesively across chapters (or so i hope).

wish me luck!

P.S. shout-out to one of the AO3 comments who noticed all of the sibling's names were plant names and speculated that the reader would get a similarly themed name! you were right!

[thekaijudude]

Hey bro, since the Blazar series already ended, I thought it would be a good time to ask these questions.

For every Ultraman from Ginga till Blazar (including secondary and mini series Ultraman), which ones in your opinion have a better:

- series

- character

- design (if there is a specific form you can mention)

- grunt sounds

- fighting style

- signature finisher (if there is a specific form you can also mention)

- OTS and Ending theme part 1/2

For series it'll have to be UGF3 because there's just so many "wtf he's back" and "wtf it's actually happening" moments, coupled with Sakamoto's action scenes, it's literally a series made for me

In terms of character, it's obviously Orb due to the Gaia-Agul dynamic him and JJ had, which I elaborated quite a few times

In terms of design, it's either Magnificent, Solid Burning, Exceed X Beta Spark Armor or Lightning Attacker as I'm a sucker for bulky builds

In terms of grunts, for New Gen it's Exceed X

For fighting style, it's Victory's as he almost always pulls off the most dynamic of moves, so much so that it's literally idiosyncratic at this point

For finisher, I'll have to go with Orb Supreme Calibur since its the most unique imo

For OP, it has always been Ginga S' OP Eiyuu no Uta, for ED, its Taiga's 2nd ED Sign

Thanks for the question!

[nulliustram-webfiction]

KeyMates Progress Report!

One week after the poll has completed, and a lot has happened! Let's break it down, shall we?

Story Development Notes:

While the pilot takes place with the main characters in junior high, they are high school seniors for the majority of this run. (Aside from arc two, which is a flashback arc.)

Anne is confirmed aroallo. Flynn is alloallo all the way, but finds their QPR to be more emotionally fulfilling than any romantic relationship.

There's a lot of conversation about monogamy and societal expectations and where they stand on that. In simple terms, they lean more on the 'platonic' side of queerplatonic.

✨New Major Characters Mention✨: Another pair of psychics with only one link between them have been added into the mix! They have an electric current running between them, and when they make contact without earthing, lightning goes everywhere. Fire. Explosions. Amazing. Mica and Olivia are both punk lesbians, and are the inverse of Flynn and Anne in that they are romantic, but get "best friends"-ed all the time. I love them, and also they serve as interesting foils in the conversation I'm taking note of.

We are looking at around three to four plot-heavy arcs in this one season, not counting whatever requests and asks people send in (which I hope you will!)

Production Notes:

I have started college. The workload is a bit heavy, which is understandable. But I failed to account for how much commute times would cut in to my worktime?? Crazy.

This, added with rounding out my EndWalkers series, has slowed down my ability to develop this series as fast as I generally will be able to.

We'll be shooting for 60k~ words of plot, which is the lower bound of what is considered a novel.

Our little team has grown to three!! I have recruited an artist and a beta to join the crew behind this. They can't help much, because this isn't a profitable project and they are also starving college students, but we're trying our best!

There is some art on the way, so look forward to that ;)

So, where does that leave us? At best as my timeline is working, we might be ready to launch in November, but that's optimistic.

I'm still working on the perks of the prospective KeyMates-centric tiers on my Patreon. Early access is a given, obviously, but what else would you guys like? I'm always open to ideas!

If you'd like to help support this project, you can unlock three chapters more of content on my Patreon and ko-fi.

[cobra-creampuff]

Like. The thing is, I want to avoid omega just being Fantastical Womanhood because that's been done and more importantly it's not very interesting to me. So I am almost certainly not going to make Jim assigned omega at birth because then we're basically just doing assigned female x2, thereby kind of tying those two states together a bit in my opinion which is both boring and frankly gives me a bit of the ick lol.

On the other hand, I feel like I want them to have a dynamic (because in this thing, being a beta is going to be functionally not having one) to make their relationships more interesting. More ways for them to be indefinably queer that way. But like I said in the tags of the original post I don't want their gender and dynamic config to be too similar to Izzy's, so I don't know if having them assigned female and alpha at birth is what I want to do. I'm debating if that's too much the same to me or if it could be a source of greater difference, like if there's room there for Jim to Not Get It wrt Izzy being an omega because of their own dynamic not in spite of being trans the other way but because of it, being even more horrified at Ed bitching Izzy not knowing Izzy wanted the dynamic change because they know what dysphoria feels like + they know what being an alpha feels like and think he's one too. Or would it be less conflict (and thereby not what I'm going for rn) because they're primed to understand being trans as a whole.

And having that difference to Izzy's experiences is also a reason to lean more toward Jim being trans gender but not trans dynamic (and harkening back to the first paragraph, if I WAS going to make them trans dynamic I'd have them be assigned omega at birth to make them and Izzy basically opposites wrt dynamic, but as I said I don't want to make them assigned omega at birth at all).

And unlike Ivan or Zheng, I can't kind of handwave their dynamic and just not necessarily bring it up because it's not relevant, because they are going to be a very important main character and might even have a POV chapter or two. Obviously, I wouldn't be thinking this hard about the conflict of experience between them and Izzy if it wasn't important. They're like his best friend practically, and eventually the founder-president of his defense squad. So like. It's a main Thing.

And ALSO I'm considering would having alpha organs make Jim less dysphoric as a nonbinary person...? Or the other way around? Or have no effect? Which of these do I think is more interesting? This part probably won't come up, but it is further complicating the decision.

As far as my personal worldbuilding for this (potential) fic goes, they would only be able to undergo a "medical" transition from omega to alpha (or vice versa, though not relevant in their case). Any transition from or to beta would be an exclusively social transition. If that factors.

[mariondeux]

My brain is meltin rn homeboy so I might msisepll some thigns bc my autodcorrect ain't workdin

Anygays

Can I reuqest some ABO w 2wink (Aged up obviously!!) helping out a Transmasc reader??? To sum it up, Readers' been actin strange lately, not really actin like theiar usaul happy n energetic slef- So, the Aoi twins try n comfront their (bestie or s/o, either is cool) and they come across reader tryna get off bc he was in heat- (If the reader could be a catboy that would be amazing! )

Kinks? (Slight) Breeding, Overstim, Biting n Scratching (caused by reader), LOTS O PRAISE‼️

Im goig to ed now

Nighty night

-🐈‍⬛

— SYNOPSIS ; You weren’t being your usual self, going as far as distancing yourself from the twins. Out of worry, they surprise you by showing up unannounced only to find you writhing in bed trying to relieve your heat.

CW ; NSFW, A/B/O Dynamics, Omegaverse, biting and scratching (caused by reader), hints of breeding kink, overstimulation, praise, double penetration, YUTA AND HINATA ARE AGED UP (18)

WORD COUNT ; 1148

PAIRING ; Beta!Yuta Aoi x Omega!Catboy!Transmasc!Reader x Beta!Hinata Aoi

A/N ; The A/B/O roles weren’t specified so I just made Yuta and Hinata betas if thats okay !! Also eugh.. this isn’t my best work, but it’s whatever.

FEMALE ALIGNED DNI.

Hinata crept up to your door, exchanging a careful look with Yuta, who was following from close behind. The two of them had noticed how strange you’d been acting lately. You were more quiet, distancing yourself from the two when they knew you enjoyed their presence as much as they enjoyed yours. Normally, you were much more energetic and happy, always so excited to hang out with both of them. They couldn’t help but worry about their dear best friend.

“Are you sure we should do this? I feel like we should’ve let him know we were coming over beforehand…” Yuta spoke up, giving his brother an unsure look.

“It’s fine! We know him. I’m sure he won’t mind it if we drop by to check on him. And anyway, what if he turned us down? We can’t back down now.” Hinata reassured his brother as he approached your door. Before Yuta could speak up to respond to him, he clamped his mouth shut as noises came out from behind the door. An intoxicatingly sweet scent wafted out from past the cracks of your bedroom door, reaching their noses.

Yuta immediately slapped his hand over his mouth, trying to keep himself under control as he connected the dots immediately. You were in heat. That explains why you were acting so weirdly. He looked over at Hinata, and before he could pull him back, Hinata threw your door open.

“Aniki!”

You didn’t try to scramble out of your bed, already so lost in the dizzying craze of your heat as you desperately a dildo in and out of your loose hole. Slick dripped onto your bed, fully coating the dildo as your hand pressed against your mouth. You couldn’t stop now. And you won’t.

Yuta’s body trembled at the sight before him. He quickly snapped out of it, noticing his brother already approaching your quivering figure.

Hinata crawled into your bed, pulling the dildo away from you, earning him a whine as he tossed the toy somewhere else. He got on top of you, gently pressing your wrists down into the bed.

“Why didn’t you tell us you were going into heat? You had Yuta, and I worried!” 

“I-I… I couldn’t burden you with… my problems…” You panted heavily, eyes glistening as you instinctively bucked your hips into Hinata’s. You clearly weren’t in your right mind. But Hinata didn’t stop you or push you away.

Yuta closed the door behind himself, locking the door before joining the two of you. “You know we can help you, right? We can’t just leave you here to deal with your heat alone…”

Yuta crawled onto your bed as well, moving over to sit on your right side. His hand placed itself onto your torso, caressing your body as you mewled from his touch.

Normally you would’ve double checked with them, but by this point, you were so unbelievably lost. 

“Please! Please, I need you two inside of me!” You cried out, leaning in for more of Yuta’s touch. 

The twins exchange looks, a silent agreement coming between them as Hinata climbs off of you. You looked up at him with a confused look, until he picked you up, sliding his body underneath yours to have you lie on top of him. Yuta got on top of you, now having you sandwiched between the twins.

“Are you ready, kitty?” Hinata grinned, wrapping his left arm around your torso as he used his right hand to unzip his pants, pushing them down to his thighs. Yuta pulled his own pants off, leaving him bare with his slowly hardening cock out on display. His hands ran up your thighs, slinging your legs over his shoulders.

You nodded eagerly, wiggling your hips with desperation. Hinata used his right hand, guiding the tip of his cock against your hole. Yuta pressed his length against your cunt, the two sliding inside of you simultaneously. You threw your head back against Hinata’s shoulder, a satisfied moan emitting from you.

“You’re taking us so well~” Hinata giggled into your ear, thrusting his upwards into yours, quick to drive his length into you as fast as he could. Both of his arms wrapped around your torso, keeping your body in place so he could fuck you without worrying about your body going anywhere. Your hands clawed at Hinata’s, your tail flicking at the air as you attempted to spread your legs wider.

Yuta kept your legs in place over his shoulders, thrusting into you at a more languid pace compared to his brothers. While maybe going crazy inside of you may be more efficient to relieve your heat, he wanted to get you to melt and relax around him. His hands massaged your thighs, burying his cock deep into you each time your hips made contact. One of his hands rode up your stomach, watching as their cocks entered in and out of you, causing your belly to bulge a little. “You look so pretty getting fucked by us, all teary-eyed and begging for more of us.”

You were blabbering any word you could mutter at this point. You don’t think you could think straight with both of the twins fucking you open like this. Your thighs trembled as you felt Yuta speed up his pace a little, the head of his cock massaging against just the right spot inside of you. Your head was going haywire. If this kept up for just a couple more seconds, you think you’d come the earliest you ever had in your life.

“A-Ah… I can feel you tighten around me… are you close? You can come…” Yuta panted, leaning over your body as his orange locks tickled your nose. You tried to close your mouth, trying to prevent any drool from making it path your lips, and yet, you failed, only making more of a mess of yourself.

“Come on, come on~ come for us!” Hinata urged on, feeling his cock twitch inside of you as your tail coiled around his leg.

You didn’t need to be told twice. Your walls spasmed and contracted around them, legs shaking uncontrollably as you came around Yuta’s cock. You felt like you were tossed onto a rollercoaster when Yuta and Hinata didn’t stop thrusting inside of you. Your arms outstretched and wrapped around Yuta, your nails wildly scratching at his back as you struggled to keep yourself composed. You were so overstimulated; the pleasure became too much to bear.

You pulled Yuta down, clamping your teeth down on his neck as your nails dug further into the flesh on his back. Yuta didn’t shove you off of him, letting you go crazy in between their bodies as they continued to fuck you.

“We’re gonna stuff you up so well~ Bury our cum deeep inside of you and have you bare our pups. Wouldn’t you like that, kitty?”

TAGLIST ; @resluv @berrycolaa @noahrandom @1694 @raiiinydayz @rennie-1 @leoyayzies @harumagi @nazunis

[weird-is-life]

Kiss it better

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Sumarry: You patch up Eddie, after he gets beaten up

Warnings: language, mentions of blood, bruises and cuts, other than that fluff

Words: 0.6k Masterlist Not my gif

(English is not my first language, so please excuse any grammar/spelling mistakes)

You heard a knock on your window and froze for a second. You saw a very familiar figure standing there. It was normal for your boyfriend to sneak in through your window to your room, so you relaxed right away.

Eddie pulled himself inside your room, wincing quietly. It was so quiet, that you almost didn't hear it, but as i said, almost.

"Eds, what's wrong?" you looked at him, concern laced in your features.

That, was before you saw his face. His face was all bloody and bruised.

"What the hell happened?" you asked even more worried.

"I fell?" he joked.

"You fell?" you repeated after him, obviously you knew, he wasn't saying the truth.

"Yeah?" you knew he was incredible clumsy, but this definitely wasn't from a freaking fall.

"Eddie, who did this to you?" you sat him down on your bed and went to get a first aid kit,"who should i go punch in the head? "

"It doesn't matter, just let it go" he sighed.

"It does matter to me, please tell me, love " you placed the bandages and gauzes next to you and then dabbed at his cut lip.

"It was just some nobodies" he winced as you started cleaning his bloody cheek.

"Sorry" you apologised and continued to wipe the blood away, gentler this time. He had his eyes closed, because it was still painful for him.

"It was the basketball players, wasn't it?" it must have been them, they always bullied him.

He nodded.

"That's it. I've had enough of those assholes and there constant bullying," you got up and went to search for your bat.

"Y/N, don't go, they are not worth it" Eddie catched your arm.

"They deserve to get punched in their guts" you said angrily.

"They do, but please, just stay with me tonight ?" Eddie looked at you with pained eyes. Of course, you stayed.

"Okay. But next time, i will fuck them up" he chuckled at you.

"You are really cute, when you get angry" he pulled you towards him.

"Oh shut up and let me finish fixing your face" you removed yourself from his arms and took care of all of the other bruises and cuts.

By the time you finished patching him up, he was trying so hard to keep his eyes open.

"All done" you kissed his forehead.

"Thank you sweetheart" he pulled you in for a hug and yawned.

"Do you wanna go to sleep" you asked.

He shaked his head in no.

"I'm a little hungry" he looked at you with smile.

"Seriously? You are literally falling asleep here, sitting up and you want food?" you chuckled at him.

"Well, i wanted to get food before coming here, but ya know, i met those jerks, so I didn't get the chance" he confessed.

"I'm sorry. So what would you like? I can sneak in the kitchen and get you sandwiches, sounds good?" it was late at night and your parents were home, so there weren't so many options for him to choose from.

"Sounds great, thank you."

When you came back with the food, Eddie was laying on your bed and he put on some movie.

"What are we watching" you slid under the covers and snuggled against him.

"Dunno, i put on the first DVD, i saw" of course he did, it was Eddie.

"Does it hurt?" you asked after a while. He was almost done with his late night snack.

"A little, but it's all good, when i get to be next to you" he pulled you even closer to his body.

"I love you, Eds" you softly kissed his lips.

"Ouch" he flinched in pain. You forgot about his hurt lip.

"I'm so sorry, i forgot" you quickly pulled away.

"Don't be, i will survive a little pain, if it means i get to kiss you" and he did. He kissed you again with a smile.

"And I love you more, beautiful."

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