#also yes the lil stars on his forehead are stars now

[slugass]

the new Save Our Souls anime is getting me excited for new my son content again bc clock master is confirmed so my son’s probably gonna be there too so there’s my excuse for more slightly crappy my son art with pretty colors

CW BELOW CUT: ABLEISM, SWEARING, BRIGHT-ISH COLORS

Myson from Greg show and the horrors of “if you’re not a perfectly omniscient being who knows literally everything ever you are an !d!ot and bad” logic

when the autistic kid gets bitter bc someone told him he’s “stoopid lol” for being autistic and not picking up on *that barnacle boy sulfur vision meme from 2019* THE JOKE WITH NO TONE INDICATOR

oh yeah it’s also new years eve here we gO

also color overlays mmmmmmmmmmmmmm

[moonlit-imagines]

Headcanons for dating Wally West

Wally West x reader

warnings:

a/n: i was debating whether or not y/n is on the team or not n for this im going for y/n being a regular civilian but now im debating making dating hcs for a hero too 🤭

prompt: anonymous: “But if you're still taking requests (and speaking of fast haha), I would absolutely love if you could do a lil' something about Wally West ♡. I love that track star to bits and we're entering my favorite season ever : spooky season (or autumn for people who aren't chronically online like me). So if you'd be tempted to write some fluff/domestic stuff in autumn with Wally, I would be over the moon! 🦊”

wally is so annoying (in the best way!!)

you aren’t too used to the whole idea of dating a metahuman, every day is like an adventure

and for a speedster? you’d be surprised how hard it is for him to find the time

but he makes time

*doorbell rings*

“you’re twenty minutes late” -you

“in flash-time that’s early” -wally, holding a half-eaten box of chocolates “i got a little hungry”

on his “days off,” you could usually find the two of you on the couch with a variety of snacks scattered across the coffee table and crumbs peppering the cushions and floor

“the dog will get them” -wally

“hate to break it to you, but i don’t have a dog” -you

“should i get you a dog?” -wally

he was always so goofy

and affectionate, very affectionate!

he loved to give you cheek and forehead kisses, so many so fast

“how many was that?” -you after noticing repeated pressure on your cheeks

“going on a hundred. i’m trying to beat my record!” -wally

it always ended up tickling and you’d laugh until you fell over

“wally!! wally, come on!!” -you

you’d always get bummed whenever he got called for a mission

especially because it always happened in the middle of something (dinner, a movie, study date, etc.)

then when he came home he’d be a wreck and then you’d be a wreck because you’d see him like that

then he’d have to calm you down and you’d have to help him feel better

“you dont have to do that, im fine! i swear!” -wally while you panic and try to take care of him

being invited to the cave!

meeting the team!

“just because youre meeting a half-kryptonian clone, a martian, an atlantean, some girl with a bow and arrow, and batman’s sidekick doesn’t mean you get to think any of them are cooler than me, kapeesh?” -wally

“oh yes, i know you’re the coolest” -you

the team loves you!!!

“wow, wally, thanks for proving your s/o isn’t imaginary” -artemis

“youre welcome” -wally

“do you want to come bake with me?!” -m’gaan

“please say yes, y/n. i’m so hungry. so so hungry” -wally

“let’s do it!” -you

starting to camp out at the cave while wally is on missions

also once some more dangerous people figured out wally’s identity, you got your own access code to the cave. EMERGENCIES ONLY

you used it to surprise wally once and got a stern talking to from batman. never again

you dont really spend too much time with the team, but you get invited to most of their friendly outings!

and you talk up a storm with the others trying to learn about their lives, which sometimes makes wally a liiiittle jealous

but you want to live vicariously through these interesting people bc ur life is a liiiittle boring

“can you tell me what atlantis is like? what it feels like to be underwater and how your fighting style differs on land?” “what’s your favorite dish to make on mars? do you like communicating this way or the telepathic way more?” “why do you always wear sunglasses, man?” (you know this one dick is like wally’s bestie) -all you

seeing wally less than usual when things start to heat up in his hero life :(

causes some strain and you get so so sad :(

but he always calls you when he can and tries to make up for it

and somewhere down the road when he retires you’re able to spend all your time with him and he makes up for lost time like he promised

ok i’ll stop there. happily ever after.

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[winterrrnight]

hellraiser (part II)

PAIRING: drew starkey x co-star!actress!reader

SUMMARY: an instagram blurb about drew and his co-star y/n and dating allegations

FACE CLAIM: Emma Myers

WARNINGS: pictures with blood and alcohol

EDITH SPEAKS: AND ITS OUT!! I hope you all enjoy because this is giving me life 🤭🤭 I'm sick but I've never felt happier because I am spending my day in my bed reading and completely chilling :')

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Rating: Explicit

Tags: College!au, modern!au, nerd loser baby Criston, loss of virginity, hot stem computer partner girly, older girl, Alicent for the win, short n sweet n smutty, pnv!sex, first dates, Criston’s inner dialogue, subby lil baby

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A/N: shout-out to @fairysluna “he looks like a loser who jacks off to hentai but I’d fuck him.” I made the divider :)

Criston knew he was a fucking incel. Maybe at some point in his miserable life he could’ve done a sport and use his decent height and muscle tone. But no, he was cripplingly shy and had a stutter that took forever to get rid of— sometimes rearing its ugly head when he was angry or flustered.

He spent his time studying, playing league of legends, and jerking off obscenely to hentai. Yes, the Japanese porn comics. It was easier to ignore how pathetic he was reading those or talking to a chat bot that thought everything he said was hot.

Criston thought best to keep under the radar, head down and attentive in his classes. One day he’d be a rich computer scientist Silicon Valley type and then he could just, like, have the girls come to him. Because he’d be rich. No longer weird, ugly, and a huge VIRGIN. He felt like it was stamped on his forehead. Or perhaps his was the Star Wars buttons on his jacket— that’s a big cue.

He tucked a dark hair behind his ear, shaking his head. Another year, but one less until he could move on in life. Cole was glad he was in college, it was scores better than the constant bullies in highschool. It was his second year now and he was ahead of schedule. He’d be in an upper level compsci class with some juniors or seniors.

Scary.

Maybe there would be some other weirdo girl like him that would take pity and they could fuck, then go to Thursday’s Dungeons and Dragons like it never occurred. He’d like that. Swift and easy. Erryk Cargyll and Elinda Massey did that. But the only girl he considered ‘friend’ was Alicent and he was pretty sure she was a lesbian. Also totally not a nerd, Ali was very cool and involved.

He sighed while ducking into a seat. Criston carefully placed his stuff down at the two person desk, focusing on getting the PC ready. The instructions on the board were simple enough.

A waft of perfume and the presence of another body startled Criston. He jumped in place, brown eyes glancing over at the girl- no- woman. She was fucking hot. Like why was she sitting next to him type of hot?

“Hi,” she extended a hand, eyes roving, “Criston!”

“H-how do you know m-my name?,” he echoed stupidly, shaking her dainty hand, eyes comically wide.

She gently let go of his hand after shaking one second too long and giggled, “It’s on your backpack.” Criston blushed bright red and nodded, “Yeah, you’re right, ha-haha?” Oh God he was going to self combust. She was so hot. Like she had these patent leather boots on, a little red plaid skirt, and some tight-ass high-necked white tank.

“What’s your name?,” he managed, grateful the stutter wasn’t making too much of an appearance. She smiled and told him, baring white teeth and cherry red lips. The teacher droned from the front, “Glad you’re acquainted now, that will be your partner for the rest of the semester.”

Cole was going to jizz himself. Not in the fun way? Maybe the fun way? He was terrified. He had to tell the boys on Thursday. The beauty next to him raised her brows and flicked one of his errant curls. She whispered, “Can’t wait, Criston!”

Oh God. Oh God! He wasn’t going to make it.

“Hnghhhh, fuck yes, I am your sempai, mmm,” Criston flopped back from his hentai and laid on the bed, “Fuck. This sucks.” His cock was still hard and nothing was cutting it recently. The twenty year old’s mind was settled on his computer science partner. Who was obscenely beautiful and sexy and smelled good and so so so smart.

Oh. He was jacking off again. Maybe this was what the missing piece was. Criston closed his eyes and began to pump his cock some more, imagining her perky tits bouncing as he fucked her over a desk. He gasped sharply, prick twitching excitedly at something tangible.

He thought about the cute way she’d laugh at his dumb jokes. Or when he’d fix something in a faulty program and she’d purr, “Oh! Smart boyyyy.” He whined through his nose, squirming in place, imagining her breathing that in his ear. Criston cried out sharply, cumming so damn hard spunk reached his collarbones.

He laid there breathless, a dopey smile across his face. She was so perfect. He laid in his post-nut bliss and pondered his partners actions. For a girl older and way cooler than him, she sure did enjoy talking to him, even had his number, and they met outside of class to work on their project.

Could there be? No, no. Totally not.

The nerd thought about the times she blushed or would bat his shoulder. Or the time they nearly kissed putting together a PC. She’d merely laughed and said, “Just have to ask me!” He had a meltdown and awkwardly laughed it off. Criston did the same when she was wearing a low-cut top and she breathed, “I wore this for you today, I know you wanna look Cole.”

He sat upright with a bolt.

“Wait what?” he shouted.

“Shut the fuck up loser!,” came the reply of his apartment roommate. Criston rolled his eyes and blinked a couple more times. He still had cum drying on his shoulders from jacking off about the girl of his pathetic dreams and she might be into him? He needed a long shower and help from Ali— stat.

She came through quite quickly after he sent the SOS message. First Ali wrinkled her nose at his room and complained, “Ugh, I’m glad I brought my candles. It smells like man in here. God.” He gave her puppy eyes until the redhead exclaimed, “What?”

“You gotta help me!,” he pled, “I uh- someone likes me back?”

It was a flurry of cinnamon scented womanly magic after his admission. Bless Alicat.

The auburn haired girl swished through Criston’s wardrobe. She raised a brow at him and asked, “Is there anything in here that doesn’t have a logo or some strange wording on it? I can’t believe you just realized she was into you, I could smack you!”

He sat on the bed, freshly showered and in his briefs. Alicent and him had known each other since childhood— this was nothing new. Ali helped him type out a witty way to ask her out tonight without being too dorky. Criston eked, “I think I have some button downs my dad gave me, but they’re probably shoved somewhere.”

“Aha! Found them, still pressed too. I think this darker tan will look good,” she said while stepping out of the closet. Honors college had nice digs. It did pay to be a nerd. Criston eyed the polo shirt, leagues away from his usual t-shirts and jackets.

Alicent narrowed her eyes. He hopped up and sighed, “Fine, fine, I’m putting it on. Just lemme get the undershirt.”

Now he was clad in a nice top, some not worn-to-death jeans, and his rarely used church loafers. He was a pretty shitty Catholic. Alicent styled his wild curls, giggling, “Look at you go, who would’ve thought, you two are going to be some lookers!”

Criston rolled his eyes and mumbled, “Yeah, hoping she doesn’t mind the big neon-lit ‘virgin’ sign over my head.”

Ali snickered, “Or the nasty cartoons you jerk it too, might wanna get rid of that evidence if you’re planning on getting that far, yeah stud?”

He blanched, stuttering up a storm as she laughed. Criston grabbed all and any evidence of his…prior predilections..and hid them under the bed. In a big lockbox. Then completely wiped his browser history and any suspicious downloads. Fire walled it or whatever.

He sighed again, getting jittery, reading a text from the cutie.

‘Hey handsome, still see you in 30 on the plaza? I’m excited for the pizza and games! 💋’

Criston immediately squawked, “Ali!”

She ‘tsked’ and looked at the text. Then looked back at him with a funny look. Alicent deadpanned, “You’re such an idiot for being smart. I wish half the girls I texted were this forward. Just tell her yes, you can’t wait, you know she’s gonna look gorgeous and throw some emoji in!”

“So you are a lesbian?”

“And you’re not telling a soul!”

They pinky promised, Ali giving him a warm hug and pat on the cheek. She teased, “Luv yaaaa Nerd, don’t forget to wrap it!” He blushed and waved her off. Criston rubbed the back of his neck, glad he had such a good friend. He quickly typed back.

‘Hi- yeah I’ll see you there. I know you’ll be gorgeous, can’t wait xx’

The date had gone great. They didn’t ID either. So beers, pizza, and dumb arcade games they played. Criston probably had her up-down look at him sketched into his mind. She was in a cutesy dress herself, cut mid-thigh and a heart shaped window in the front to show her…assets. Not to forget some Doc’s he would gladly be stomped by.

“Criston, oh my god, you look so cute, who dressed you up,” she pulled him into a tight hug, whispering, “Should I be jealous?”

He sheepishly smiled, “No, just my childhood friend, she’s kinda, we’re not, you know.”

His class partner giggled, patting his chest, “No need, I gotcha. We all need those friends. C’mon let’s go!”

He couldn’t help but goofily smile down at her as they held hands walking to the pizza joint. Sometimes Criston would get so lost in his head and self-conscious, it would seem like he was always underfoot. But tonight, with her, he felt his right size. She grabbed their interlaced hands and pecked his skin, giggling.

Christ have mercy, lord have mercy. He was so down bad.

But as he said, the night went awesome. Conversation never lulled, he taught her the secret to ski-ball, and she schooled Criston in pac-man. He got his first kiss on the walk back, paused at the stoplight, waiting to walk. She pulled back and murmured, “You’ve been the best date.”

Criston, likely all moony eyes now, gushed back, “God, same, really, you’re great you know that? I’m just a bit clueless.”

She shrugged, “That’s okay. We don’t have to know everything.”

They walked near the honor’s college. They both chirped at the same time, “You uh-“ then burst into laughter. Criston grinned and ran a hand through his inky hair. He shuffled his balance and gestured, “Do you want to come back to my room? It’s all clean and female verified.”

“Lead the way handsome.”

Criston was glad for the bit of liquid courage still in his system, kissing and hugging on his ‘friend girl’? She was so sweet and touchy, it was driving him mad. He idly wondered if she was all sweet and adorable like that in bed. Thankfully his dick was tucked away.

The brunette keyed into his room, her arms around his waist, face smushed into his back. The junior cooed, “You smell good, you’re the cutest thing I swear, can’t believe this.” Criston eyed her nervously as he stepped in, replying, “You’re a catch, I can’t believe anyone wouldn’t go for you.”

She straightened up, looking into his dark eyes as she admitted, “No, it wasn’t that I was lacking…just searched for the wrong attention I suppose. You’re actually respectful.”

Criston smiled at that, snorting, “Catholic boy values I guess.”

“Or you are a good boy like I said,” she teased, thumbing Criston’s now-flaming cheeks.

“Can I kiss you again?” he eagerly asked.

They locked lips again, her arms around his neck, Criston tilting his face so his damn nose wouldn’t get in the way. His hands were politely shaking at her waist as they made out. Her tongue softly lapped into his mouth, the man gasping and returning the favor.

She moved his shaky hands down to her ass with a snicker. Criston groaned between kisses as he groped her pert ass— fuck, this was heaven! Cole walked her backwards towards the bed, pushing her back onto the freshly made covers. She smiled up at him, lips plump, the led lights from his room casting a neat glow.

“Come on then, can you get the shoes?,” she teased while shucking off her tight black dress. Criston eagerly dropped to the ground, whimpering as his hard cock painfully brushed against the fly of his pants. He quickly undid the thick boots and neatly placed them to the side.

Coming back up, he got an eyeful of pretty fucking titties and manicured hands on his waist. She purred, “Heard you down there, all good babes?” Criston nodded with a swallow and pathetic noise. She cooed while undoing his belt and pants, reminding him of the button down.

Now Criston’s lean body was on display with her own, only underwear between the two. That was perfectly dandy for him as he clambered over her perfect form, now playfully making out on their sides. Every single time his cock would graze the random throw pillow between them he’d whimper into her wet mouth, growing flustered. The front of his briefs were getting sticky.

He tried to not to rut against it, but he had a handful of fucking tit and her soft lips and noises, and Criston was only a weak little bitch! She pulled back to laugh, “You know, I’d much prefer you fuck me making those cute noises. But that’s up to you baby.”

He blinked owlishly, hand moving up her thigh to ask. “You don’t want me to uh- touch you first?”

“Sweetheart, I’m wet enough as is and we can worry about alllll that other stuff later hm?”

Criston made a gutted noise, nodding. She was right, he’d blow all over himself if he got to feel around her pussy for a bit. He rasped, “Yeah, okay, good- lemme get the condom.” He reached over her smaller frame, digging around the side table for the damn condom, trying to put his bravest face on.

Criston made a little ‘aha’ as he snagged the packet, settling onto his haunches and ripping the packet with his teeth. Meanwhile she undid her bra and shucked down wet panties, the slickness hitting his lean thigh. “Hng-fucking shit!,” the brunette accidentally moaned.

“Yeah babes? That’s all for you, here, lemme help.”

She grabbed the tacky lubed condom, rolling it on Criston, her teeth biting into a plump lip. He shuddered through the movement, taught tummy tensing and rolling as he tried to calm down. “There we go, you’re alright, just breathe sweeatheart,” the girl cooed.

Criston nodded haphazardly, easing himself onto his elbows, staring wide-eyed into her own. He wanted to blab about being a virgin, how he was scared of fucking up, how damn pretty and sweet the brunette thought she was. The beauty pecked his lips and cooed, “I know, take it easy, s’fine Criston.”

He jerkily nodded again, lashes fluttering against the faint neon lighting. Criston grabbed his cock and began to ease it into her, gasping wetly. His computer partner took over from there, wrapping soft legs around his waist, murmuring sweet nothings.

Soon he was seated inside her tight, warm, velvet pussy. Criston buried his face between her tits, sniveling and gasping as he tried to fight off every single nerve in his body screaming to let go. He tried to speak, more of a plethora of strangled whines and whimpers escaping his raw throat.

“Shhh, don’t think so much, s’okay Cris, you’re okay,” she hummed while petting soft hands down his heaving flanks and sides. Plush lips planted a kiss on his suddenly wet cheeks. God he was a mess. A whiny, flimsy, wet mess. The way she was squeezing around him made the rational part of his brain realize she enjoyed the pitiful sex still.

“Hn-okay? I- uhohgod- okay?”

She smiled and kissed him, the heels of her feet ushering Criston on. He began to pump slowly, liking the way her soft moan made his chest puff in excitement. The brunette began to build a decent rhythm, panting and moaning between sloppy kisses. He got lost in the feeling, truly.

Soon the cutie was gasping and begging, “Don’t cum yet, j-just, Criston, touch my clit, it’s the nub at the top, yes!, right there!” He listened carefully, thumbing at her swollen nub, panting like a racehorse between suckling at budded nipples. He’d ended up at a breakneck pace, completely over any pretense he was going to make a manly noise tonight.

Criston fought off his orgasm, although it was on top on him now. He moved his lips to hers again, swirling his thumb, thrusting his slim hips into perfect goddamn pussy. He gasped, “Oh, oh, oh God, m’gonna cum baby, m’gonna cummmmm!” The boy would definitely never admit he somewhat squealed.

His cutie whined excitedly under the loud sounds of the bed creaking, lean hips clapping into her softer flesh. She begged, “Right there sweetheart, mm, good boy, good boy! Right there with you!” She clung to his shoulders and tightened down, chanting Criston’s name like a litany.

Criston Cole was pretty sure he saw God when his balls drew up and he slammed back into her welcoming pussy. Sure, there was a condom, but the sophomore’s ears still rung with the choir of angels and he probably sounded like a slip of a thing getting her cunt pounded but it was worth it. So very worth it.

He kept playing with her clit until she milked him, again, crying out happily, throwing her pretty hair back and groaning throatily. “Ohhhhh, f-fuck, oh my god, mmm!,” he eloquently replied to her, feeling another little peak pass through his overstimulated system. He collapsed against her soft frame, panting softly, whimpering every other breath.

Oh god he was crying, this was not the time to be— oh she kissed it away.

“That’s alright baby, you did great, Mhm,” she hummed and nuzzled against his face.

Huh. Maybe he was in love now. Fuck hentai.

[rowretro]

Running from riki

Just a lil fluff imagine I wrote on wp

Warnings: none rlly just a bunch of cuteness<3

also im new to writting on here so idk how to make it pretty pls help

"Baby, listen, the whole time your hand will be in mine hmm? I don't want no running off kay?" Niki asked in a soft yet stern tone as You smiled nodding. Within the 5 seconds in which you entered the mall, your feet were itching to run to the nearest store, your mind already running from store to store as your eyes scanned the whole place.

"Baby- remember what I said-" Riki added, his eyes narrowing to the littlun beside him "Of course baby I will- OOH CLOTHES-" There you go, running to the clothing shop but Riki was quick to act...

In one swift move, he pulled you into his arms, hugging her securely as he stared down at your slightly flustered figure "What did I tell you, princess?" Riki asked as you hid your face in his chest.

The male smiled at this action, softly letting go, his hand still gripping onto yours as they walked through the mall. Yet again, your feet were taking you to all kinds of stores, Riki being quick to act, pulling her back, cautiously not wanting to injure her arm.

His eyes suddenly fell on a running toddler, the toddler's parents' holding the toddler on a leash "Babe- I think we need to go to a store that sells those leashes-" Riki pointed out as you giggled, mischievously.

"why? are we going to have a baby???" You asked giggling at the way his expression changed "WHAT- EH- NO- ONE BABY Y/N IS ENOUGH FOR ME-" Riki defended himself as you just laughed more at the poor boy.

"So what if I can't get a kids leash thingy- I can always get a dog leash- Im sure it'll fit around your neck-" Riki said as y/n kicked his ass. "OW-" Riki yelled and within seconds she ran off in a random direction.

"She a runner?" A man randomly asked, sighing as Riki noded, with a sigh "She's a runner she's a track star-" he replied "Mine too- so I put her on a leash-" the male said, pointing at his daughter as Riki simply walked away, searching for You.

"There you are, princess- I swear we're going to have to do online shopping from now on if you keep running like this-" Riki sighed as you giggled "But babe that's boring-" You whined as Riki placed a soft peck on your forehead.

His hand held onto yours again as you two left the store. Was it annoying? yes, was it exhausting? yes, but either way it made him happy.

It made him happy to see his beloved giggle and run happily when with him, and on top of that, it gave him a reason to hold your hand more often, he loved the thought of everyone in the store knowing he's your boyfriend and you're his girlfriend.

And overall, he loves you, the most important reason why he tolerates your chaos. "BABY BABY BABYYY- SCREW MC DONALDS IT'S TOO EXPENSIVE- LET'S GO WINGSTOP!" You squealed as Riki snickered, placing a soft kiss on your cheek.

"As you wish princess~" The boy smiled, his hand firmly holding yours, as he matched your speedy pace, the 2 of you walking to the food court as you ordered your food.

Poor Riki was met with an empty space beside him when he got the food, the male sighed as he looked around, only to see you sitting by an empty table, cleaning off the crumbs from the people before.

He walked over to you, hurriedly, hoping to not lose you again, he placed the food on the table and hugged you tightly. "You really are a runner- you scared me for a split second I thought I really lost you-" Riki mumbled as you blushed at his words.

You kissed his lips softly as you looked up at him "You know- you're really cute when you're shy- and worried- but don't worry- Im not going to disappear that easily-" You smiled as Riki ruffled your hair.

(A/n: This is cute-ish I guess- BUT WHY DID I PICTURE LILY TUCKER PRITCHET TRYING TO RUN IN DISNEY LAND WHILE MITCH/CAM HELD HER ON A LEASH? IF YK WHICH EP IM TALKING ABT)

[your-local-hoemie]

Aftercare with the anemo boys shwjendh TT

My sibling in Christ, yES HDIDUKEJ!!!

Apologies for Heizou and Xiao’s part’s being short! God decided to send a vibe check this morning and gave me a heart attack so I finished writing this from hospital while super tired >_>

Warnings: fluff, pretty suggestive (especially in Heizou’s), established relationship, swearing, gn!reader, not proof-read.

Characters: venti, kazuha, wanderer, heizou, xiao.

Venti~

He would be so smug and caring at the same time wtf?

Be prepared for a lot of teasing.

Definitely actives his archonic-ego

If you find it hard to stand or walk, he’d absolutely carry you bridal style!

Though good luck getting him out of bed to begin with-

Dudes gonna be clinging to you like a imprinted koala!

Lots of nuzzling and kisses!

After ya’ll did the do, he’d make sure to check you over at least three times to make sure you’re ok~

And I mean thoroughly check you over.

He’d bring you water and sliced apples along with a nice cool cloth for your head!

He absolutely gets a little worried that he’s too rough!

He does his best to make sure he doesn’t go too far but he is still an archon that has levelled mountains T-T

Kisses every mark he made on you with such gentleness istg-

Refuses to break eye contact jdudikedj

Once he’s made sure that you’re ok then teasing.exe is activated.

Brace yourself with this man.

“So, love. How does it feel to be worshiped by a god?”

“You did so well, Windblume. Now relax and let this archon take care of his most precious beloved~”

He’d absolutely lay your head on his chest while playing with your hair!

He’d also him you to sleep with songs he made just for you~

Goes through a whole list of reasons why he thinks you’re perfect.

Once he see’s that your asleep, he’ll have the softest smile while he takes in your peaceful expression~

He’s so in love with you and even if you can’t hear him, he’ll still make sure to tell you that every chance he gets~

Kazuha~

Slams fists on table.

HE. ADORES. YOU!!!!!!!!!!!

Praises, lot’s of praises-

Pretty praises from pretty boy.

He’s always extremely gentle with you and rarely leaves any marks unless you ask him to T-T

If he does then he’ll lay there while gently tracing them with his fingers while telling you how pretty the colour is against your skin~

You think you’re going to walk anywhere after?

You buffoon.

You will not be allowed out of bed until he’s certain that you’ve completely recovered!

He always makes sure to ask if you’re ok!

Makes you triple promise that he didn’t hurt you by accident.

He’s very big on trust so he would never want you to hide it if he did go a little too rough!

He’ll bring you fruits and nuts (giggle) to help build your energy back up along with the freshest water he can find hduxuxudu.

This man will wrap you up in his arms while staring at you for ages just taking in how perfect you look!

If you hate eye contact then please pull this man out of his trance or he won’t stop sdukkdjd.

“Ah, my apologies, was I staring? I couldn’t help myself, dove. Not when your eyes glisten as brightly as the stars in the night sky~”

He’ll give off the cutest little giggles when you say something that flusters him istg.

Then somehow pulls the most flirtatious and smooth line you’ve ever heard in your life and then acts surprised when you get flustered???

He has and will continue to make countless poems and haikus about how you make him feel.

He has a special “private” book of poems for very specific aspects of you that he loves-

Always makes sure you fall asleep with a forehead and nose kiss.

He’s made it like a cute lil’ ritual T-T

Also random but he’ll often recite poems in his own language to you!

Even if you don’t understand him, he still feels like it’s even more intimate to show you that side of him hhzhsus.

Wanderer~

Inhales-

My precious little goose.

My pretty, beautiful, perfect little goose.

God I need to write a ns!fw fic on this man. I need him to slam me against a wall ysuxudijd

If you got this man in this position then holy fuck, you absolute god.

Don’t expect him to be openly fluffy with you.

He’s going to get flustered and then mad because he’s flustered.

He’ll show you love in his own strange little ways!

He personally checks you over and cleans you up.

Does he insult you while doing so?

Maybe.

But in a loving way :)

“Look, idiot. It’s my job to make sure you’re alright. Don’t argue with me on this or I won’t do it again.”

He’s lying. He will.

Similar to kazuha, he knows nutrition.

He’ll bring you high energy foods along with juice or water!

You will have marks.

Lots of them.

But don’t worry, he’ll make sure to kiss every single one better!

Boy acts all tough but it’s very obvious that he adores you.

He won’t let you out of bed for at least a day.

He also refuses to let you out if his sight since he knows full well you’re going to be stubborn and get up.

There’s always a moment before you fall asleep where he’ll be completely soft with you!

He despises it but he also can’t help but love it at the same time.

He’ll tell you how well you did and how happy you make him feel.

He always insists on being big spoon so he can cuddle you up as close as possible and nuzzle his face into your neck while leaving lil’ kisses T-T

“You’re such a idiot, but… you’re my idiot, ok? Don’t you dare forget that!”

It’s a rare sight but it’s his way of reassuring himself that you’re still there and won’t leave him.

Since he doesn’t need sleep, he usually just lays next to you while you dream away happily and just admire you.

He feels comfortable enough to let his guard down when he knows you can’t see him so he’ll always have this adorable little smile on his face when he whispers a flustered “I love you” making sure not to wake you up.

Heizou~

AAAAAAAAAA!?

This little shits gonna be riding his ego all the way to Celestia and back.

Similarly to venti, he’s gonna be super flirty and tease you persistently.

Also like wanderer, you’ll have marks-

Man is kinky-

He’d always insist on getting you water before wrapping his arms around you under the blankets and just stays there for like 30 minutes.

“Oh hush now, you think I’m going to leave you alone in a cold bed? Man alive, partner. Do I have to prove my feelings for you again, hmm~?”

Praises you so much!

Whispers how hot you are and how wonderful you make him feel owo.

What’s that? You think you see him blushing?

Pffft totally not? It’s just the saké m’hm yep totally.

I head-canon that he’s super amazing at making milkshakes so he totally makes you one to “cool you down”

He just looks like a milkshake kinda dude, shut up >:(

Reads you crime novels while you’re all snuggled up T-T

He’ll also sing to you!! You can not tell me that he’s not a good singer istg-

Lots of ear nibbles and neck smooches uwu

I don’t think he actually has much or if any experience with aftercare but he’s definitely a natural at it somehow????

Do not mention it to anyone though, he’ll turn it right round on you and you’ll end up losing what dignity you have left jfgcudu

Also he’ll usually get so into praising you and telling you how good you are that round two is pretty much inevitable aAAA

All in all- he’s a little brat. but a brat that loves you beyond comprehension! uwu

Xiao~

HE DON’T KNOW

:(((

You’ll have to teach him what it is.

It’s not his fault!!!! He never did this stuff before he met you :(

Though saying that. He’s naturally very protective of you and would be mortified if he hurt you in any way what so ever-

So he catches on pretty fast! It’s basically second nature to him even though his process is a little awkward sometimes.

He’ll always make sure to tuck you into bed and even if he can’t stay all night because of his duties as a Yaksha he’ll still make sure to leave you with a small note saying that he’ll return soon and that he love’s you, along with a Qingxin!!

Not to mention the softest and prettiest kiss you’ll ever receive.

He’ll sometimes get a lil’ too serious when checking you over and he can get very stern with how you rest up and drink water!

He doesn’t mean to sound bossy! He doesn’t understand how mortals work so he’s using what knowledge he has on human bodies gdjfixiudi.

Pretty boi will always be flustered afterwards so he’ll hide his face away into your chest or your neck while caressing your knuckles or back~

He’s definitely not much of a talker so often times it’ll just be the two of you cuddling up together while he just silently plays with your hair.

Sometimes, if he’s feeling super confident he’ll whisper soft praises to you along with how lucky he is T-T

“I… I really don’t deserve you, but I hope you know that there isn’t a force strong enough to stop these feelings towards you my love”

Brings you food that’s been personally cooked up by the chief at wangshu inn along with juice or water!

He doesn’t understand why you’d need those things but he still obliges albeit a little hesitantly.

Reward him with kisses and encouragement!

He really wants to do his best to pamper you but he just needs a lil’ practice that’s all T-T

Also he’s such a bad liar so please be prepared for a very amused Zhongli when he asks why Xiao’s been acting a little…differently today-

Dude I decided to pull on genshin with some premos I got from the daily award thing and I got my boy Tighnari. I’m as broke for mora as Zhongli’s voluptuous ass cheeks with building kazuha and heizou now I have a sassy furry to tend to as well T-T

I can’t believe I missed the new 3.8 trailer but I’ve heard that wanderer, my stinky little baby boy Snooki-pookie-wookums will be running a banner aaAAAAAAAA time to save up and farm for artifacts again :))))))

[shatnerihardlyknowher]

you seem like such a nice person!! I found your blog through another mutual who sent you an ask for some very sweet mcspirk drawings and I loved them so much oh my lord. scrolled down your posts for maybe half an hour?? absolutely top tier stuff. I feel like your vibes are just immaculate, a mix of kind and chaotic and GREEN (there’s a reason for that I swear), I’m sitting here like Oliver all “please may I have some more sir” except I’m Oliver and ‘more’ is interacting with u lol. idk you’re exciting!! in a ‘I wanna give you a pretty rock and a forehead kiss’ kind of way. also u live in Kansas? coolio I’ve got family there and Texas I love that part of the states <33 also I laugh whenever I look at your pfp because bones with his tongue out is poetic cinema. I sort of want to make fic of your drawings if you’d let me too <3 they’re so trans and so cute and all the Star Trek tos is amazing. and I’m pretty sure u know who I am at this point but that’s fine haha anyway I just wanted to say ur cool !! have an amazing day 💙💙

I TOLD YALL ID CRY

YES YES YES YOU CAN ABSOLUTELY MAKE FICS!!! The Blackbird one already has a lil angsty then fluffy fic that I'm writing but it's nowhere NEAR done😭😭

This is genuinely so sweet. Yes I'd love to interact more!!! I always get so excited seeing comments and getting pms from people. I have a post with my discord account if you'd like to add me there!! I have a server that's really only two people right now! It's a Bones cult!!!!!

I will gladly take that rock and forehead kiss. And yes!! I fucking love it here. Only downside is that I can't be a cetologist round here very well. I've been to Texas and am probably going back down to San Antonio this summer! I went down last year to see My Chemical Romance and may be goin to see blink-182. I love Texas, I miss it every day.

I honestly don't know who this is and I don't know if that's embarrassing but like- RAHH

[trickstarbrave]

hi i wrote this half awake again but

a lil bit of an exposition dump. steren also wakes up. kinda sad still (actually. rly sad) but dw it'll cheer up. just give it some time

vivienne from @mulberrycafe (so you all know they are in vivi's world. not steren's home world)

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“Ah, my champion,” Azura was in better spirits than when Nerevar last spoke to her like this, at least. “I was hoping you would find that child. I’m glad the two of you were able to meet soon.”

“The Dunmer with a star on his face?” Nerevar asked. If so, that would mean it was Azura’s doing, which only raised more questions.

“Yes.” She replied, smiling. “Steren.” She then tilted her head. “I thought you would be spending time with him and asking him questions.”

“He’s unconscious because he has hypothermia.” Nerevar frowned. “He’s lucky we found him when we did or he’d be dead.”

Azura seemed upset at that, though more worried than angry.

“… I hadn’t intended to drop him here so suddenly.” She admitted. “I had to make a hasty decision.”

“Who is he?” Nerevar declined to inquire about why she brought the boy to Solstheim for the time being. Who Steren even was was a much more pressing question.

“Steren is from another world.” Azura finally admitted after a moment of pause. “One much like this one.”

A more intellectual person like Lucien might take the chance to ask all sorts of questions about different worlds and what that meant, but Nerevar wasn’t the type. He’d hardly understand it and didn’t particularly care if there were more worlds like his own given there wasn’t much he could do to interact with them until now. Not to mention it’s not the first time a daedric prince had offhandedly mentioned it in either lives.

“Why does he have the Moon and Star ring?” Nerevar wanted answers to determine if he was a threat or not.

“He is the one who fulfilled the Nerevarine prophecy.” Came Azura’s firm reply.

“The prophecy…?” Nerevar’s brows furrowed. He’d quite like to chew her out sending a kid who looked like he’d barely reached maturity out to kill gods, but she was already in a foul mood from her spat with Mephala and Boethiah. “Then he’s me?”

Azura shook her head, a sort of sadness in her eyes. “He is not your reincarnation, no.” She then closed her eyes, giving a soft sigh.

“In that world you had a son.” Nerevar froze stiff, and Voryn did the same beside him. “He is your son’s reincarnation, following that family line.”

“I had a son?!” Nerevar looked even more alarmed. How much different had that world been then? If there was a crown prince to carry on his legacy, had the tribunal killed him too? Was he used as a political pawn? Raised to take his place in the prophecy? Nerevar wouldn’t have allowed that. He wouldn’t have made his son do such a difficult task— 

And what about Ayem?! If he did everything Nerevar did, did he have to kill his own mother? Nerevar couldn’t imagine a more cruel life. But why had Almalexia even agree to a child in that world?! If things were so different there, surely their relationship would have been better. Had she still gone along with his death?

“You did.” Nerevar’s mind was still running a mile a minute with the information, barely even hearing Azura. “With Voryn Dagoth.”

“What?!” Nerevar stared at the goddess like she had grown two heads. “How in Oblivion—“

“In that world you had a different set of anatomy.” She replied very bluntly, and Nerevar smacked himself on the forehead. Right, that would explain it. 

“Then what happened to my son?” Nerevar asked, still worried. “Was I still king—queen?” 

“You were king, yes.” Azura moved to a slightly less formal position, looking a bit deflated. “It had been an accident. A moment of passion with you and your beloved, much like in your first lifetime here.” Nerevar could see that honestly. He found it hard to imagine a version of himself that wouldn’t fall for Voryn. “And you had given him to Voryn to be raised under House Dagoth, for his protection.”

“He was a secret then.” Voryn sounded… Unsteady and a bit breathless, baffled by the circumstances. “He wouldn’t have been safe with Neht, especially if the rest of the great houses found out he had Steren with me.”

“Precisely.” Azura closed her eyes once more. The goddess didn’t often show anxiety like mortals did, but Nerevar could tell the crease in her brows was unusual. “And when he was still young, the Battle of Red Mountain occurred.”

It was unspoken what she meant with everything else, as an uncomfortable silence fell over them. Nerevar felt cold, and Voryn tightened his grip on Nerevar’s hand, trembling slightly. 

Steren had been orphaned then. Both of his parents were killed, and he was likely too young to really understand what happened.

“The false gods sent him to House Indoril. They attempted to raise him. Guide him. To ease their guilt no doubt.” Yes, Nerevar could see that. Back then, Vivec, Sotha Sil, and Almalexia had deluded themselves into thinking killing him and Voryn was the right thing to do. For both selfish reasons, and for the good of the people. But he didn’t think they had it in them to kill Nerevar’s only child just to tie up loose ends.

“Steren grew, and eventually learned he was of House Dagoth. He sought answers they refused to give him, and so he left to seek it out himself.” Azura sighed. “He married and had a child, before soon meeting his own end.” Nerevar hated the way she said it so simply; his child being lost and alone in the world looking for answers was not something she could just casually brush off like that. “And you,” Azura looked at Nerevar again, “You refused my call to Moonshadow. Even the Tribunal could faintly sense your soul and tried to seal you in a bone walker, and yet through force of will you resisted even that.” That was pretty impressive all things considered, Nerevar would admit. “You refused to leave your child alone in the world, so you haunted him. And then his child. Then his child’s child…”

“I stayed there the whole time,” Nerevar asked, a sadness in his chest that still left him feeling cold, “Right?”

“Yes. Until Steren was reborn.” Azura sighed. “You refused to rest, let alone incarnate, so I had to use his soul. You had already modified the enchantment, and the prophecy had to be fulfilled.”

Nerevar paused, about to ask another question, before Voryn snapped.

“You sent him to kill Dagoth Ur?!” Voryn looked furious. 

“Someone had to.”

“You sent him to kill his own father!” Voryn was trembling in rage now. “Even if I was lost and mad, he was still my son—I could have killed him!”

“And you tried.” Azura said simply, only adding to Voryn’s rage. “Dagoth Ur thought he could remake Steren as an Ash Vampire if need be, before forcing Nerevar’s soul to be his.” She still met Voryn’s angry gaze without flinching. “And if he had not defeated you, his world would have been doomed.”

Voryn punched the wall of the temple with a supernatural strength, leaving cracks in his wake.

“Voryn,” Nerevar went to calm him.

“No!” Voryn snapped at him. “She sent my son to kill me or die trying! She—“

“She did what she had to because I refused.” Nerevar held Voryn’s arms tightly. “Don’t blame her but blame me.”

“You wanted to be with our son, how could I possibly blame you?”

“Because that selfishness doomed him to having to correct my mistakes—our mistakes.” Nerevar’s face was firm but level. “And… He’s alright now. He succeeded.”

“Indeed.” Azura spoke up again. “But in the end, the grief of your beloved’s death was enough to nearly shatter your already fragile soul. You had to return to moonshadow, or perish in a way not even I could save you.” Nerevar hated that. He knew she was right; Voryn’s death had nearly broken him this lifetime. If his soul had been active for thousands of years without rest, it was a miracle he didn’t cease existing in that world. “You had guided him since he got the ring, allowing him to communicate with your soul. I let you two give your goodbyes, and he ushered you to Moonshadow and safety.”

So Steren was left alone again. Having to say goodbye to both of his fathers in such a short time.

“Why is he here then?” Nerevar asked, once again taking Voryn’s hand.

“… As a reward for fulfilling the prophecy when you could not, I offered him anything.” Azura looked sad once more in a way that Nerevar did not like. “He asked me to let him be with his parents again.”

Another chill ran up Nerevar’s spine.

He didn’t fully know Steren, but he knew Steren was his son.

His son, after a long and arduous journey, had asked the Lady of Twilight to kill him. To end his life so he could roam Moonshadow looking for Nerevar and Voryn.

Nerevar knew that feeling well; he too wanted to end it all after he was done. But he moved forward as he knew that’s what Voryn would have wanted, and what his people needed. But it was something else entirely to hear his own child had been through the same grief and loneliness.

“I didn’t have it in me to end his life.” Azura admitted. “He is young, and it is not in his fate to die young again.” Nerevar was at least thankful she didn’t just go along with such a request; he would have been furious enough to try and rip her to pieces himself, dead or not. “But I didn’t want to delay it either. If I refused, he might take matters into his own hands,” That was also a possibility, “So I used my magic to keep him from death for a few hours, and made the hasty decision to send him here to meet you.”

She was still upholding her end of the bargain in a way. He did get to be with Nerevar and Voryn, just in a different world.

“Your spirits from that world also wish to join you.” Nerevar raised a brow. Two of him and Voryn? If they could just join the living, wouldn’t she just bring them back in his world? “If they are residing inside your souls, as fragile as they are, they can rest without vanishing and give you their memories so you may know Steren as they do.”

“… So that was that feeling.” Voryn muttered.

“You knew?” Nerevar asked?

“Only faintly.” Voryn sighed. “The souls felt like you and I only… Fainter. And it seemed impossible there were two of us so I thought it must have been my imagination.”

“Would you welcome them?” Azura asked. “The memories may be slow to come, especially for Nerevar given he had so many,” Azura looked like she was almost pleading with them, though as proud and vain as she was she would never admit it. 

“Yes.” Voryn answered without a second thought. Nerevar was surprised even by how quick he answered, before sighing himself.

“Sure,” Nerevar huffed, but he couldn’t help the soft smile on his lips. “I’d hate for him to be alone again.”

A warmth then bubbled up inside him, almost like a warm ember was glowing. It felt ticklish almost in his chest; a weight there that wasn’t unpleasant in the slightest. 

And then the two were standing in an empty temple, holding hands. Azura was gone, but there was the knowledge the two were different. Time could only tell the changes that might happen, or how long it would take for the memories of their other selves to surface, but…

Now Steren wasn’t alone. That much brought a feeling of comfort to the pair.

“… Let’s get back to the manor,” Nerevar tightened his grip on Voryn’s hand, “The healers should have brought him over there.”

“Yes,” Voryn leaned down to give a soft kiss to Nerevar’s forehead. “I should also hurry to tell my assassins to watch over him as closely as they do our poet.” Nerevar smiled in turn, a sort of loving, mirthful smile he sometimes rarely got to make in his stress of being king and the mess they were dealing with now.

“Right,” Nerevar leaned up to kiss his husband softly on the lips. “We have a son now, after all. They need to watch over him just as carefully as they do Vivienne.”

—

It was days later Steren awoke, groggy, in pain, and miserable.

“… Dad…?” He asked, groggily. He knew he’d seen Nerevar again; he’d gotten to hug Nerevar properly. He remembered the warmth; the solid feeling of his father in his arms. “Ata…?” He’d also seen Voryn there with him. Had they brought him to a place to rest? And why did his body hurt so much when he was already dead? 

He tried to climb out of bed, but his legs were too unsteady. They buckled under him, sending him crashing to the floor, almost causing him to hit his head on the nightstand. “Fuck—“ Steren swore under his breath. Gods it was cold out of the blankets too—why was Moonshadow so damn cold?! From how Azura is always dressed you’d imagine her realm would be warm, not freezing. Not helping was the fact he was in loose pants, bandages on his chest, and a thin robe overtop that was left untied. He was shivering already as he tried to steady himself, but luckily he wasn’t left struggling for long as quickly the door opened, someone rushing to his side.

“Shh, it’s alright,” Nerevar was there, gingerly helping him up. He was completely solid too, not simply a golden spirit you could faintly make out the features of. He was in all his chimer glory, white hair and blue eyes as he scooped up Steren and placed him back in bed. “You’re still injured so you should rest—“

Nerevar didn’t have time to finish tucking him in, as Steren began clinging to him and openly sobbing into his shoulder.

“Dad—!” Steren was holding him light a frightened child, nails digging in through Nerevar’s robes until they nearly hurt, as though he feared the moment he let go Nerevar would slip away from him again. “I-I’m so sorry—I’m sorry, I just—” 

Steren was then sobbing and babbling incoherently, refusing to let go. A bit awkwardly, Nerevar patted his head and rubbed his back, letting him cry it all out. He didn’t dislike Steren at all; Steren was his child as Azura told him, but he was still a bit unsure at the best way to comfort him, especially when he was this upset.

But eventually the tears began dying down as Steren hiccuped, before he began wiping his own tears.

“Normally you’d already be—be lecturing me about how stupid I was to do something like this,” Steren tried to smile through the tears. “I know you’re furious with me but I just—just needed to see you and Ata again…” 

“Shhh,” Nerevar hushed him again, cautiously wiping his tears away, “You did the best you could… More than what you should have.” Nerevar tried to smile back. “I’m just glad you’re safe now.”

“Well I know I am now,” Steren was still smiling so happily. “Now we can be safe and happy together in Moonshadow.” There was no threat of dying anymore, after all. No one who could rip apart his family. They could catch up on everything—Voryn could tell him about his early childhood, Nerevar could explain how he grew up, and they could make new and happy memories together.

“… Steren,” Nerevar sighed; he didn’t want to drop this on him so early, but it felt unfair to lie to him as well. It would only upset him in the long run. “We’re not in Moonshadow.”

“The land of our ancestors then?” Steren asked. He honestly didn’t care where they were, so long as they were together. But still, Nerevar shook his head.

“We’re in Solstheim.” Nerevar explained. “Azura brought you here.”

“S…” Steren began, his mouth fumbling. “Solstheim…?” That frozen island of Skyrim? Why would she take him there? Actually, more importantly, why were his parents here?!

“… She brought you across time and worlds into ours after you defeated Dagoth Ur.” Nerevar explained, his eyes cautiously watching Steren’s expression. “She said you wished to be with your parents and that you are mine and Voryn’s son, and in your world you fulfilled the prophecy when I couldn’t.”

It was hard to explain the emotions Steren was going through hearing that, taking in the look on Nerevar’s face as well as his behavior. Nerevar was looking at him like he was a… Stranger. Someone unceremoniously dropped into his lap. There was no tender affection in his eyes, nor anger at Steren wanting to die and join him. He wasn’t hostile at all, just reserved. Cautious. Unsure.

Then there was anger. He had asked Azura to be with his parents. His. Not some other version of Nerevar and Voryn who didn’t know him. We’re his parents even together in this world? Possibly not, but certainly Steren hadn’t been born from how clumsily Nerevar spoke, as though in disbelief over the fact he and Voryn had a child. 

Pure rage coursed through him, before he quickly directed it from Azura towards himself; of course, what else did he expect?! A daedra wouldn’t uphold their end of the bargain that easily. Even if Azura was one of the few daedra you could worship semi-openly as she wasn’t regarded as evil or openly cruel, that didn’t change the fact she was a daedric prince. And Clavicus Vile didn't have a monopoly on twisting someone’s words, so it was no surprise Azura would instead dump him somewhere else to be of use to him.

He should have just asked for some gold and then killed himself properly. Then there would at least be the guarantee he'd see his fathers again. Now if he died there was no promise of even that. If he was in another world like Nerevar said, he was far beyond his afterlife and Moonshadow, and he didn’t trust Azura to return him to his parents in that world anymore.

But there would be time to weep over that later. He could find someplace private to cry himself to sleep, like he'd done so many times before. At least this time he knew the ghost of his father wasn't watching, helpless to comfort him like Nerevar desperately wanted to. Instead, he relaxed his clenched fists, trying to make his defeated sigh as quiet as possible, and moved his legs so he could partially kneel on the bed, putting his hands in front of him, and bowing low.

"I'm sorry for imposing on you. My deepest apologies." He'd normally never talk so formally to Nerevar, but this was not the Nerevar whom he affectionately called dad and who guided him around Vvardenfell. This was Nerevar reborn, king of Morrowind. And Steren had learned plenty what happened when you disrespected those of a higher station. It was better to kneel and apologize, licking boots before scurrying off like a coward, at least whenever you could.

“H-hey,“ Nerevar tried to usher him up, “There’s no need to bow like that—“

“I’ve shown you great disrespect. Please allow me to apologize for that.” He could at least thank House Hlaalu for his better speaking abilities. “I had no idea I would be brought here and I know I must have put you into a difficult situation caring for me.” At least the fact he was alive still explained the pain and cold. Azura dropped him into the fucking ocean just to spite him and had him wandering around near death as punishment no doubt instead of trying to be useful for her. It’s no wonder he still had all his fingers. 

“Please lay down properly.” Nerevar ushered him back to the bed, “You’re still injured,” His hand was firm on Steren’s chest, not painful but warning him to stay there. “Rest up for now and we can talk about this later, alright?” 

Steren didn’t really want to talk about it further, if he was honest. What point was there playing pretend? Acting like he had a place here? This wasn’t his world, and this wasn’t his father. They were strangers, Nerevar just being told he had an obligation to look after Steren from Azura. 

But he could sort it out later. When his injuries from his fight with Dagoth Ur healed and his head cleared from hypothermia and exhaustion, he could figure something out. He’d thank the hortator for his hospitality, pass on the ring and sword that in truth belonged to him, and leave… Somewhere else. Somewhere warmer, at least. Maybe he’d go west to the deserts of Elsweyr or the Illiac Bay—well, maybe not the bay. His birth mother in this life was on the run there. The warm sands of the desert would be a safer bet, or even just Cyrodiil again where he could find a job like unloading cargo again or work under a merchant. It’s not like he wanted power and fame after all; he’d swear to Lady Azura he didn’t covet Nerevar’s throne, do whatever quest she sent him here to do, and be on his way. It could be a weird little anecdote for Nerevar and Voryn in this world; something funny to joke about years later while they wondered where he ended up wandering off to. 

But for now he’d rest. Steren closed his eyes, refusing to let anymore tears fall; he’d cry for his actual parents, but not in front of some stranger. He refused.

Nerevar waited at the door, unsure, watching him lay there and breathe with anxiety bubbling in his chest, before he sighed and closed the door. 

They’d explain it all when Steren recovered. Right now he didn’t look mentally ready to understand anything they said, and Nerevar was afraid of making the situation worse. He’d keep a close eye on him and wait it out for now, earning his trust if he had to. But they’d make it through it. Nerevar would be sure of it.

[botnasty]

Red

Bucky Barnes X F!Reader

Summary: Angry smex

Words: 757 words

Warnings: little mention of injuries, arguing for a lil, SMUT (Unprotected smex (wrap it before you tap it bot), PIV, rough sex)

Note: All mistakes are mine :) And also don’t be shy, come say hi . My request are open, so if you have any suggestions or ideas, I’m open to hear them.

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“Well, it looks like you have a small concussion, but the bleeding stopped and it’s already starting to heal, it looks like.” Informed Bruce to you and Bucky.  “Also have a broken rib and a few cutes here and there, but it already started to heal because of the super serum.” You were both back from a mission that took an interesting turn when the alarm got off and many Hydra soldiers started to attack the both of you.

In the end, you both got out with the data, but not without any injuries. Some more than others because they got careless.

Which is why you were pretty mad at your boyfriend right now.

You both go into your shared room and the moment the door closes, you pressed your forehead against it with a sigh. 

“Oh, don’t be dramatic, Angel. We both got out! The mission is a success!”

You closed your eyes. It was true that it was a success, but that wasn’t what was more important to you. “Stop talking, James.” You used his first name. Something you did often when you were angry. “Please…”

You turned around and went straight to your room, without glancing at him. You heard him scoff in the next room. “You can’t seriously be mad at me…” 

You turned around and glared at him. “Yes, James. Yes I can be mad at you.” You stepped closer to him. “You could have been seriously hurt! Fuck that! You got hurt! I know it’s our job, but you have been careless during this mission.” 

Bucky scoffed once again, crossing his arms. For a brief second your eyes wandered to them, but you looked back up to him. “What did you want me to do! Do nothing! Let them capture us! Is that what you wanted!” He stepped closer, both of your feet were touching now. 

You shivered when you felt his warm breath against your cheeks. “Of course, I don’t want th–”

“Then stop complaining!”

It was your turn to scoff. “You lil–” You pressed a finger against his hard chest.

Bucky smirked and leaned closer to you. “You what?”

You took a deep breath and grabbed the collar of his shirt. “You come here.” And you pressed your lips against his. Bucky picked you up with his massive arm by your thighs and pressed you against the wall of your bedroom. 

You winced a little when your back collided with the wall, but the pain went over your head the moment Bucky started trailing kisses from your cheek down to your neck. “Bucky, I need you…”

“Whatever you need, Angel.” He bit your untouched skin a little before going into action. The next second, you were both naked waist down and Bucky was sliding his cock inside your pussy. “ Fuck, feel so good…”. He slid in and out of you slowly. Making you frustrated. 

“Just fuck me, Bucky. Fuck me hard.”

“God, you are so hot when you are mad.” Said Bucky has he jack-hammered his hips up. His cock sliding in and out with a shear force that made you see stars. “Fucking best pussy in the world. Never want to leave it.”

“Don’t stop, Bucky.” You scratched his back. “Don’t you fucking dare stop.” You almost growled at him.

You were a moaning mess. Your hands go from scratching his back to trying to find something to hold. “Fuck, fuck, fuck…” 

“That's right, Angel. Scratch me, use me.” He looked at your face. He swore he could cum with just the sight of you with your mouth opened and your eyes closed. “Tell me you’re mine?”

You opened your glazed eyes. “I’m–” You moaned when his cock touched your cervix. “Fuck- right there– I’m yours.”

With that, Bucky kissed you. Even if he was pounding your pussy until you were crying his name out, Bucky’s kisses are always sweet and slow. Full of adoration. Full of love. That combination made you snap and you gushed around his cock, clenching your walls around him. 

“I love you so so much!” He grunted as he spilled his seed inside of you. He still hips, trying to keep it all inside of you. 

With your head on his chest, that's when you started sobbing. 

“If I didn’t know you better, I would’ve thought you were genuinely trying to get hurt… genuinely trying to —” You couldn’t lose him. He was everything for you. “You can’t do that again, Bucky. You can’t.”

Bucky kissed your forehead and pressed them together. “I’m sorry. I’ll be more careful next time. I’m sorry.”

“I can’t lose you, Bucky. I love you too much.

“Me too, Angel. Me too.”

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[tomanpeach]

tokyo revengers hcs: how they show they love you

mikey

he literally stares at you with heart eyes

and gives you a little smile when you catch him looking at you

mikey melts when you laugh or when you touch him and don't worry because he will literally always tell you the effect you're having on him

he always offers you what he has

his sweaters

his bed

his food!!!!!!! (this is a big one)

what's his is yours he doesn't think anything of it it's just how it is now you know?

draken

i truly believe he has perfected caring for another person

king of anticipating needs

asks about how your day was and then hangs onto every word of your answer

sometimes he doesn't even need to ask

this man can literally tell how you're feeling from the moment he sees you

you walk in the doorway slightly frowning and his arms are around you, he's kissing your hair, and asking what tea you want

or you smile at him from across the room and he knows you're thinking about how much you love him so he mouths "love you, too"

it's this superhuman ability to be exactly what you need no matter what it is that lets you know how much he loves and understands you

baji

his hands are always on you

always

all the time

if you're sitting, he's got a hand on your knee or more likely, your thigh

he wraps his arm around your waist when you walk together

seems a little possessive yes? well he is i'm so sorry you're just his and he's yours and he loves you so much he just wants to show it off all the time

i also think he'd do little thigh or forearm squeezes to check in

just to get you to look at him so he can be like "hey, everything okay?"

and uhhhh maybe he'll give you a lil forehead kiss when you smile back and nod that everything's good :)))

mitsuya

ugh ok not to be predictable but.....

he makes you things

but not even just clothes!

although get ready for a whole new wardrobe because he keeps surprising you with clothes he made because "i think you'll look so good in this!!"

he'll hand make cards for birthday and holidays with little cut out shapes and markers and glue and glitter and love

i could honestly see him out with you and a big group and he's just kind of zoned out folding napkins into paper cranes and making those little stars out of gum wrappers that he just places into your hand without even looking

oh he's so cute wow

[thighridingsamu]

HEYHEY MY SWEET BOY <333 congratulations on ur milestone baby im so happy for u!!! AND IM EXCITED FOR THIS REQ now feel absolutely free to disregard it or lmk if u want me to change it since it's a little different but ,,, i was thinking ab reader's first time w ennoken? could be first time in general or first time w them as a couple, but i think ab ur ennoken drabble on the daily so i thought it'd be fun!! however i know it's a lil different since its poly so lmk and ill send in something else <33

hq characters and your first time together

kozume kenma x gn!reader x ennoshita chikara | pt.1, pt.2, pt.3, pt.4, milestone event, ennoken drabble |

content warnings: polyamory, dominant kenma (obv), submissive reader and ennoshita, reader gets called sweetheart and baby, ennoshita gets called good boy (bc he is :p), kenma gets called sir, tease!kenma, bit of service dom!ken, pure self indulgence <3 also the smut is brief but in my humble opinion this is hot asf lololol

word count: ~1k

a/n: AAAHHHHH. AETHER. A E T H E R. i'm sorry to others that requested but this has to be my favorite. it just... ENNOKEN SUPREMACY!!!! FUCK YEAH!!! holy fuck. okay. i pour my feelings into writing this. it's a tad different from the other parts but that's alright. as always: these are just my perception of the characters. these were made with the idea that the character and the reader have had previous sexual experience. the event is closed but mutuals are welcome to continue to send in requests!

The three of you are in a place where the stares don't matter. The conversations behind your backs have stopped reaching your ears. You're in a place where you and Kenma are comfortable to head on over to Ennoshita's office and steal him away for lunch. You and Ennoshita could care less if you're spotted in the background on Kenma's stream kissing, only to lay one on the star of the show later on. You three feel secure and happy.

So why was this so awkward? As you sit on the bed with the two men across from you, your cheeks burn.

"Sweetheart?" It's Kenma's voice that breaks the silence, shifting yours and Chikara's gaze upon him. You spot Chikara's hand in Kenma's and you scoot closer, opting to grab Ken's free hand. "Why so nervous, my loves? Weren't you two the ones that came up to me, all sweet and precious... asking to be-"

"Ken." You're surprised at your whine and shift, squeezing his hand in hopes it makes the butterflies dissipate. It doesn't.

"It's just.. we, or I, don't want to give you two any reason to leave."

Kenma looks at Chikara with a raised brow, lips upturned in a mocking way, but you both know he doesn't mean it in the way it comes off. At least not exactly. "That's-"

"No, 'cause, that's exactly it. What if the sex isn't good?!"

"Well first of all," you pout when the hand in yours leaves, eyes widening when the same cold fingers tilt your head up and squeeze your cheeks together, "I'm gonna need you to stop interrupting me, baby."

You and Chikara simultaneously take in a sharp breath. The three of you have known that this would be the way it went, Kenma having the 'power' in bed. His passive nature everywhere else made this authority oh so enticing. He's the one calling the shots, the one that will inevitably be allowing you to-

"Yes, sir."

His smile makes your tummy flip. "Knew my good baby was still in there." Kenma leaves a light kiss to your forehead and drops his hand back into yours. You watch as he tugs you and Chikara in, pressing you two into both of his sides. "Now, I want you to listen and I want you to listen well. The sex won't be bad, ya fuckin' dorks."

He scoffs at the huff you two let out in unison at the name calling. He notices your eyes are directed at his hand and flicks a finger up, grabbing your attention. You pout at the soft look in his eyes, body warm as you watch him give the same look to your other partner.

"But, I want you two to let me know if something isn't okay. I want you to be honest, safe, and comfortable. I want you to feel good. If we don't find our rhythm," he lowers his voice, "which I doubt because God my babies are to die for," you and Chikara roll your eyes, "I don't mind taking all the time we need."

Despite his advantage in height, Chikara looks small. He feels small. His eyes are glossed as he looks towards you and Kenma. And even if he has a playful smile on his face, his chest heaves with his breathing, uneven in excitement, arousal, anticipation. In his mind there's nowhere else he would rather be.

"I don't either," Chikara whispers, cheeks red. The kind of red you want him to be, flushed as the gears in his head are slowing. He's letting go of the control he feels he has to have.

They give you a look, Kenma's smirk soft and Chikara's eyes wide. You feel your cheeks burn hotter. You're lucky to have partners that care about you, that are willing to go above and beyond for you.

"I 'spose I have to say I don't either?" Your words are breathy and said with a smile, and you're leaning in to give Chikara a kiss. "I don't either. I love you both so much."

Kenma groans and removes his hand from yours once again, adjusting the crotch of his pants. You and Chikara give him a shared look, lips curled in feigned disgust. Now it's Kenma's turn to blush wildly, brows furrowed as he turns away and mumbles his defense, saying how hot the both of you are.

~

You're gasping as Chikara moves under you, hitting a spot so sweet that it makes your head fuzzy. What grounds you is Kenma's lips traveling up your spine, sucking and biting in a few spots.

Each other's names are being moaned and breathed, it's mesmerizing. It's dizzying.

Your focus shifts when you hear an especially loud moan of your name. You look down and see Chikara's face twisted up in pleasure, brows knitted tightly. His fingers dig into your hips and you throw your head back. Kenma takes the opportunity to nip at your neck, smiling against the skin when he sees Chikara's face. With a strong but gentle hand you're pushed down, chest-to-chest with the man under you.

You do what Kenma wants without further instruction, attaching your lips to his jaw as Ken begins to leave hickey.

"C'mon, Chikara. You can cum for our baby, right? They feel so good around you, you just can't take it, huh?" His words make even you whimper, though not directed at you. "Be a good boy, cum for us. You deserve it, baby."

You're overtaken by a warmth as Chikara lets out a broken moan of thanks, your orgasm coming quickly as he releases. You're moaning and panting, clinging to your boyfriend as he does the same. Kenma feels pride as he watches you two. His whispered praise makes the feeling better, as do his cool hands against your bodies.

"Good job, loves. Did so good for, sir," he hums quietly, leaving soft kisses on the both of you. "But you told me three. That was only two."

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[that-foul-legacy-lover]

💃 anon from before, I’m introverted to the point of no return and talking is physically impossible for me /hj

ye,,s,, I wanted to confirm,,,m if u could do the lil angst story I had said earlier,,,, it was meant to be a request but I can’t the word

sfsgjdjdhdgdffs sorry if this sounds rude,,,,, I always get nervous when talking to anyone lmao

don't worry comrade, talking to people can be very nerve wracking, you're doing an amazing job!!! you're not being rude at all :)) also ANGSTTTTTT >:)) (the original request was for something about childe finding you after getting badly injured by a fatui agent- i can write a follow up piece if yall want me too hehehehe) ~ * ~ A Fool Foul Legacy Childe x Reader Gender Neutral (pronouns not mentioned) Angst Warnings: Descriptions of violence, blood, injuries, pain, crying, death, prejudice against the Fatui ~ * ~

The Fatui were not known for their kindness. This mantra was repeated, over and over, in the city of Liyue and beyond. Parents said it to their children, friends reminded each other daily, coworkers whispered it, matter-of-factly, over weekly gossip. So naturally you did your best to avoid them. From an early age, whenever you saw the signature masks of their uniforms, you would try to turn and take a different street to your destination. If you were with either of your parents, you would hide behind them as you passed the guards, elegant and menacing in their midnight uniforms. And if contact was inevitable, you would do what everyone recommended: mind your manners and end the conversation as quickly as possible. Luckily your simple civilian status prevented them from being particularly interested in you and your family, so your interactions were limited, and in that state you wished to keep them.

Until, of course, you met Childe.

Obviously your first encounter with him wasn’t exactly the most ordinary way to meet a Fatui- in fact it was the weirdest way you had ever met anyone. But everyday you thank your lucky stars that it happened, your life simply wouldn’t be the same without him- it would be a lot less fun and a lot more boring.

Coincidentally, totally not because you loved and adored Childe with all your heart, you began to also see the Fatui in a better light. As you went about your days in the city, your eyes flitted to the agents positioned in various places around the harbor, from down near the docks to the Northland Bank up the stairs. Most of them were truly ordinary people, you discovered, some eager to serve their nation and others longing for their homes. They were always polite when conversed with, if a bit stiff, and were simply trying to perform their duties as best they could. The Fatui, you decided, weren’t as bad as everyone made them out to be.

So why, why were you laying on the ground, body searing in pain as a Fatui agent stood over you, so bored they weren’t even looking? Red stains your vision from various wounds the debt collector had given you, although you have no debts, as your blood drips onto the sweetly waving green grass beneath you.

It’s going to stain.

The agent casually wipes their blades clean, and flicks the blood onto your face. You feel nauseous, sucking in a sharp breath as pain stabs at your side. The collector turns their head slightly towards you, then harshly kicks your body with a dark chuckle. They shake their head and walk away, saying something about naivety, leaving you alone on the cold ground, your blood seeping into the soil.

Everything is quiet. There’s not even a breeze anymore as your ears ring, muffling every sound around you. You close your eyes, and smile.

Ah.

You were a fool. A fool to let your guard down. A fool to think that you’d be alright without any debts. A fool who would never again walk the streets of Liyue, visit your favorite restaurants, or coo over the sweet romance between two guards of Northland Bank.

You hope they go to Lantern Rite together, at least.

It’s raining now, a drop falling on your cheek, then another. It must be drizzling, because you can’t muster up the energy to cry. But the rain only falls on your face, and you blearily open your eyes. There’s something above you, or someone. Everything is fuzzy, but the colors you can see between the deep red are familiar.

Childe.

Another drop falls on your face, and you realize he’s crying. You want to reach out, to comfort him, but you only manage to cough, something wet and metallic going with it. He whimpers, panicked over your state, but you simply smile, blood between your teeth.

You vaguely register him cradling you in his arms, weeping, and you weakly reach up and take a hold on his scarf. He brings you closer and presses his forehead to yours, but your eyes are almost closed again. Your hearing and vision blur and blend together, becoming a single note and color of muffled silence. His scarf is soft against your bruised skin.

Your hand weakens, and falls. Along with your last sliver of reality.

[dreamsfreckles]

[6:57p.m.] Whatever Idiot

~

Dream x reader

Fluff

Wholesome bf content 😌 - enjoy!

~

You furrowed your brows in thought.

As much as you loved watching him game with his friends, you got bored sometimes. It’s not like he left you out or ignored you, but today you were craving a little extra love from your 6’3 boyfriend. “Dream,”as his buddies called him, was playing minecraft yet again, just messing around in the SMP. You came to his house an hour or two ago and talked for a bit before he hopped online with the boys. You didn’t mind, of course. Sometimes you’d play with him, while other times you’d just watch; either way it was equally as entertaining. However, today felt super long, even kind of rough. All you wanted to do once the day ended was to fall into your wonderful boyfriend’s arms... But that was kind of hard to do when he was sitting in front of his desk, clicking away on his keyboard and mouse.

You debated your options.

You could bother him to attract his attention, or you could patiently wait for him like the good girlfriend you are...

After much reluctance, you simply decided to just lay on his bed and scroll through tiktok for the time being.

As you aimlessly pass by hundreds of videos... One of them catches your attention.

There’s a video of a girl setting up her phone on a surface to point at a boy who looks to be gaming on a computer.

That looks familiar to your situation...

She then proceeds to walk over to him, sit down facing him in his lap, and then hug him closely whilst he continues playing on the device.

Your heart flutters watching the video.

That was so cute... What would Clay do if you did that to him..?

Glancing up to him from your spot on his bed, you analyze his set up. Is there room for you to fit in his lap? Is there anything that you could potentially knock over? You sit up more to get a better look. He has space in between himself and the desk that looks to be enough space to crawl into... He also looks calm, so you shouldn’t be interupting anything special...

Deciding that this was your chance, you softly stood from your spot on the bed and padded over to the side of him.

“No, Sapnap, you can’t build that here, it’s-“ Clay spoke into his mic, probably ordering Sapnap around.

With a flushed face, you move to stand more in front of him, causing him to look from his monitor, up to you.

“Babe-“

You wordlessly swing your right leg over his thighs and gently sit yourself down in his lap, facing him, and then wrapping your arms around him. Clay froze, his face heating up as he processed what you just did. You relax into his embrace and nuzzle into the side of his neck.

Finally content with your guys’s proximity, you sigh out the four words you have yet to say to him that night.

“I love you, Clay.”

With his game already paused and mic muted, Clay wraps his arms around you and rests his head on yours. He was smiling, his heart filled with warmth. He didnt realize how much he missed being this close to you.

“I love you too.”

After hugging in silence for a few minutes, Clay’s curiosity got the best of him. “Baby?”

“Hmm?” You breathe out.

“Whatcha doin’?” He asks softly.

“Huggin’ you.”

Clay chuckles, closing his eyes once again, and rubbing his hands up and down your back.

“You are being very cute right now.” He confesses, with a light smirk.

Your lips lift into a smile. “I know.”

Clay lets out a soft wheeze, running his fingers through your hair. “Was I ignoring you too much for your liking? You feeling clingy?” He asked jokingly.

You squeeze him a little tighter. “Lil’ bit.”

Clay chcukles, yet again, and crushes you harder into the hug, causing you to let out a strained squeak. “ClAy! tOo mUcH!” You mangage to yell out, successfully making Clay bubble into a fit of wheezes and giggles. Finally feeling merciful, he lets go of you and allows you to sit up and look down at him. Clay gazes at you with stars in his eyes. Every time he looks at you, a wave of excitment hits him. Being with you was always fun; even if you both were sitting in silence, scrolling through Instagram, or watching youtube together.

Clay’s mind started to wander to how you both got into this situation in the first place. You must’ve gotten a little bored while he was playing. You were usually quite content when he played. Maybe you weren’t. Were you always bored when he played? Were you getting sick of his gaming habits? Worry flashed over Clay for a moment. No... You would say something if you got bored... right? Clay didn’t think it was that deep. If there was a real problem, you probably wouldn’t be in his lap...

Right..?

“Clay?” You broke him from his trance. “Oh.” He blinked. “yeah?” You giggled at his dopey face. “You looked a little concerned for a second.” You admitted, bringing your hand up to his face to pinch his cheekbone. Suddenly, a thought washes over you. “Wait.” You panic. “Is there something on my face?” Clay almost laughed. Almost. He felt a wave mischief wash over him. “Yes, actually.” He smirks. “There’s a very tiny spider on your forehead.” Your eyes widen for a moment and it looks like you’re about to spaz out; but before you do, you realize the look on his face is most definitely cap. You immediately glare at him and smack his shoulder. “I hate you.” You scoffed, getting up from his lap. Clay giggles and tries to tug you back. “Wait, I was kidding!” He draws out, whining at your departure from his lap. You hop back into your original spot and scoff. “Yeah, whatever, go back to blowing George or something.” Clay’s jaw drops at your words. “WhaT DID YOU JUST SAY?” He starts to get up from the chair. You look up from your phone, knowing what’s about to happen. “Nope. Nope. Go back to your desk, I’m not starting this with you again.” You deny, shaking your head and directing him to sit back down. Clay stares at you in disbelief. “Wh-“ he looks back to his computer and then back to you. “What do you mean ‘starting this again’-“ he mocks in your voice. You burst out laughing, denying him from coming any closer. “I meAN-“ you say exhasporatedly. “We both know what the fuck you’re about to do and I CAN’T-“ before you could finish your sentence, you were already being thrown over his shoulder. “CLAY!” You screech. “I’M SERIOUS CLAY, I CAN’T-“ Clay shakes his head, already done with you. “Nope you got on my nerves, this is your punishment.” Clay walks out of his room, through the kitchen, and out the patio door, heading straight for his pool. “CLAY I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU-“ and with one final curse from you, Clay flings himself, with you over his shoulder, into his backyard pool.

Clay is already laughing as you rise to the surface of the water, a glare on your face. Clay is wheezing with laughter. You almost felt concerned that he wasn’t breathing. Almost. As his wheezing turns to laughing and laughing turns to giggling, he finally was to the point where he could function. You raise your eyebrows. “Done?” You ask. Clay lets out one last chcukle, walking towards your body half submerged in the water. “Not quite.” He states suggestively, walking up to you until you’re an inch apart in the middle of the pool.

Now, there’s no way you’re letting him back you up against the pool wall like some PUSSY. So you stood your ground in your sopping wet sweatshirt. If anything, YOU were the one who was going to be backing HIM up against some wall.

Clay stares at you expectingly, water driping from his wet hair. You stare right back at him, no sign of emotion. He looks back and fourth between both of your eyes, trying to make you break. However, your stare is much stronger and is quickly causing Clay to panic. You stare harder. ‘Break, break’ you chant in your head. Clays eyes squint. You follow suit.

Clay blinks.

“FUCK”

“HAHAHA IDIOT I WIN!” You rejoice.

Clay sighs, running his hands over his face. “Whatever.” He deadpans. “Lets just get out of here.” He mopes, walking to the stairs of the pool.

You giggle. “Someone’s a sore loser...” you poke, causing Clay to look back at you with a fierce look in his eyes. You laugh and swim up to him, latching yourself onto his wet t-shirt-clad back. “Stop giving me that look, you puppy. I know who you truly are.” You smile up at him innocently. Clay rolls his eyes and smiles.

“Whatever, idiot.”

Lol, hope you liked it! This was my first try writing with the dream team and I plan to write more! Let me know if you have any feedback! Also, I can take requests if anyone is interested :3 thx!

[skiiyoomin]

So like...U know... How they would do the dirty things for the first time maybe???How they would react and blah blah blah 👀Legal line obviously

ok so you didn't specify what group you wanted it for so imma assume it's for enhypen 😚 if its not pls tell me 😋

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ღYour first time with him

Heeseung

this boy embodies respectfulness 😩

he'd constantly make sure you're ok cause he doesn't want you to be uncomfy 😚

this goes along with consent too

i feel like he'd set the mood and softly make out with you

then he proceeds to take your clothes off as well as his

makes sure to take his time with foreplay and takes everything slowly

cause he wants you to enjoy as much as possible

when it's actually time he looks at you for consent one last time before going in slowly

hella soft and loving 🥺

all in all he made sure you had the best time of your life

let's not forget the aftercare which as top notch 😩

helps you into the tub and while you're washing up he changes the sheets and all

so yes your first time with him was heavenly 😗

Jay

ngl, he was prolly terrified

cause be didn't wanna hurt you

and i feel like it's his first time too (as well as the other boys)

tried to delay the big thing as much as he could

makes an excuse saying he's "preparing you"

which is true, but he took a lil too long

it's ok tho, his fingers def did some magic 😔

like Hee, he'd set the mood going slowly and savoring each moment

consent is key and this boy definitely knows to use it

cause he wants you to be as comfy as possible and wants to avoid hurting you

so it's given that he had an internal panic when you cried when he first went inside you

you had to assure him it would eventually go away

the aftercare was amazing

cleans you up and helps you into some pj's

and afterwards he'll whisper soft "i love yous" and "you did so well baby"

despite his tiny panic attacks you both had an amazing time and he's very glad you're his first time and vice versa :)

Jake

i feel like he'd also be panicking a little bit

but kinda decides to go with the flow

as always, setting the mood is important 😚

when you announced you were ready he got pretty excited

starts off with soft kisses but progressively gets more passionate and moves to your neck looking for your soft spot

when he was gonna go for your shirt he asked for consent making sure you were ready

he was a bit scared?? to go inside you but he didn't delay it

when it was time he looked at you once more in case you wanted to back out 😩

he knew you'd be in pain but he still had a mini heart attack 💀

it's alright tho, afterwards it felt very good 😗

ngl he was pretty worn out afterwards but he knew aftercare was very important so he focused on you

what a gentleman ✋😩

seriously tho, Jake knows how to care for you and that's what made your first time so special :))

Sunghoon

he strikes me as someone who's a bit shy at first

but he wants to lead this and seem manly ✋😫

touches and holds you as if you were made of glass

stars of kissing you duh 🙄 and slowly makes his way down your neck and your stomach

obviously asks if he can take your clothes of cause consent is seggsy 🤩

nah but seriously, he wants to be assured that you're doing well and wants you to feel the best

i feel like he's into teasing but because it's your first time he only focuses on making sure you feel all his love

if you feel insecure about anything you bet he's gonna kiss all those insecurities away i didn't mention this for the other members but they'd do that too

anyways, now when it's actually time he holds your hands softly and gives you soft kisses so you get distracted from the pain

after that he goes at whatever pace you want

the aftercare is the sweetest 🥺

he cleans you up and changes the sheets, then he runs his hands through your hair and gives you forehead kisses

mumbles sweet nothings, praising you and letting out small "i love yous"

he's very sweet about the whole thing and he's very proud he's your first time, it gives him the sensation that you trust him enough :]

[theweasleysredhair]

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Character: Fred Weasley

Word Count: 2628

Requested?: Yes/No

Summary: Fred Weasley is hot and boy, does he know it.

WARNINGS: it’s a lil spicy, read with caution. a couple of saucy comments, just the usual with fred idk.

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A/n: i am really feeling fred atm, so here’s an extremely self-indulgent freddie thirst fic for all my lovelies who are also irrevocably in love with him - enjoy!

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Fred Weasley knew just how to get under your skin. It was a skill he had, a talent of knowing exactly what to do to get you hot and bothered, especially when you weren’t expecting it. It was especially frustrating when you couldn’t do anything about it, considering you were stuck in limbo between being friends and being more, and whilst you liked the lingering stares and longing touches, you couldn’t help but want more with him.

You had hoped he would’ve asked you to the Yule Ball last year - in fact, everyone was insistent that he would - but then he’d asked Angelina instead, which was hard to watch - George had laughed with his brother, but had grabbed your hand under the table in comfort - and made you doubt Fred actually returned your feelings at all.

Despite this, you’d actually ended up going to the ball with an extremely cute Durmstrang boy yourself, so you weren’t completely complaining, and of course, Fred had actually ended the night with you in his arms, dancing to the musical stylings of The Weird Sisters. It was also the night of your first - and only - kiss with Fred, under the stars in the Courtyard, in front of the fountain.

It was perfect, and you thought maybe things would change between you, maybe you’d be more, however when he didn’t act any different, never mentioned it again, you decided to keep quiet about it too.

In fact, you’d been pretty good at keeping your feelings under wrap since then. Of course, everyone knew how you felt - or at the very least, suspected - but no one said a word (besides Hermione, who you’d confessed everything to after she’d asked about it, knowing she wouldn’t say a word but also that she wouldn’t stop asking until she knew the truth).

And you were fine. Everything was fine. Until you got invited to the Burrow a few weeks before summer ended, and when you’d arrived after a month or so of not seeing Fred, you’d felt winded at his first smile of greeting, and felt your heart beating out of your chest when he’d pulled you into a hug, holding you against him as you buried your face into the jumper he was wearing at the time.

His hair had been cut since you’d last seen him on the Hogwarts Express, and whilst you’d liked the long hair - had enjoyed the way it had felt as you ran your hands through it that one time you’d kissed him - you couldn’t help how attracted you were to him with shorter hair, constantly feeling the urge to tug at it whenever you saw him.

He looked especially good when his hair was all tousled, windswept - exactly like it was as you watched him sitting on his broomstick outside as he waited for his siblings to be ready to play a last practise game of Quidditch before you’d all be leaving for 12 Grimmauld Place before the school year started back up again.

You were sat at a table in the kitchen underneath the large window overlooking the garden, giving you a perfect view of the sunshine and your friends playing Quidditch. Also a perfect view of Fred wearing a tight t shirt, holding his beater’s bat behind his neck, resting it on his shoulder blades as he showed off his biceps and laughed as Ron nearly fell off his broom due to a particularly sharp dig from Ginny’s elbow.

They’d asked if you or Hermione wanted to join, however you knew you wouldn’t be much use playing Quidditch when Fred was being as distracting as his was, and besides, you had a Herbology project to work on. Hermione had also elected not to play, not having much of an interest in playing Quidditch, and instead resided in her room with a book she’d borrowed from Molly.

You glanced out of the window as the boys flew up on their broomsticks, letting the quaffle, snitch and bludgers fly out, immediately beginning to play. You’d always loved watching Quidditch at Hogwarts, cheering for your house and the excitement and thrills that came with it. There was always an added element when you knew that Fred was playing too.

He was a good beater - possibly the best in Hogwarts, tied with George - his actions fluid as he flew around the air with ease, practicing new strategies and working on his skills after a school year of being unable to play due to the Triwizard Tournament taking over.

You watched his arms clench as he hit the bludgers away, his hands grasping the bat in a way you wanted him to grasp you. Something about the way he flew around and hit the bludgers so easily made you sigh contently as you set your quill to one side, forgetting about your project.

The exercise coupled with the midday August heat meant practise didn’t last too long - much to your dismay - but enough to make Fred sweaty, clearly breathing heavily as he jumped off his broom and grabbed a water of bottle he’d discarded to one side before playing.

He downed nearly half the bottle, before wafting his t shirt a little to cool himself down, then suddenly, as if someone had taken one of your daydreams and brought it to life, he lifted the bottle and tipped it over his head, the water cascading down his hair and face.

You watched as if it were in slow motion, the water drenching his already tight-fitting t shirt, the fabric clinging to the outline of his abs as he closed his eyes and let the water cool him down.

His biceps clenched as he brought his arm back down again, and you were once again brought to the attention of his hands gripping the bottle, gaze following along his forearms as you stared at the veins protruding.

Your mouth dropped a little, heart pounding as you watched water droplets fall down his face and collarbone, as he opened his eyes and ran a hand through his now wet hair sticking to his forehead, trying to mess it up a little more.

He then pulled up the bottom of his t shirt to wring out the excess water, exposing his abdomen and suddenly you forgot how to function, barely being able to breathe as you took in the sight.

“What’s wrong?” Hermione asked as she entered the kitchen and wandered by your table, noticing your faraway look and the fact you hadn’t actually started your project yet. She grabbed some leftover food from the counter and turned to look at you.

“Fred Weasley is what’s wrong,” you grumbled, turning away from watching him reluctantly, “He’s infuriating... ly good looking.”

Hermione shook her head with a soft smile, “I really don’t know what you see in him.”

Thoughts of Fred wearing a wet t shirt danced through your mind as you swallowed harshly. “I don’t know either,” you lied.

“Well, let me know if you want any help with your project - I’ve finished mine,” Hermione offered as she headed out of the kitchen. You called out a “Thank you!” to her retreating form as your attention was pulled back to the eldest twin outside.

He was laughing at something someone had said, before he began making his way towards the back door, which so happened to be near where you were sitting.

Your heart was pounding as he entered the room, you averting your gaze from him as you pretended you were looking at anything but him.

“Like what you saw?” His voice suddenly rang out through the room. You looked over at him - it taking all your effort to not stare at the way his shirt was clinging to him - and cleared your throat, blinking up at him innocently.

“Excuse me?”

“Noticed you watching me outside, especially at the end. Darling, do you find me pouring water down myself attractive?” Fred replied with a cheeky grin shot in your direction, before heading over to a high cabinet and grabbing a glass out, filling it from the tap.

“I didn’t even notice,” you shook your head adamantly, sneakily staring at the way his drenched t shirt accentuated the way the muscles in his back moved.

Fred’s smug expression as he turned around told you he didn’t believe you in the slightest, “Are you sure? Because it definitely seemed like you were enjoying the view.”

“Don’t be daft, I’ve been here working on my Herbology project,” you gestured to the parchment in front of you, gulping as you realised you still hadn’t actually written a word down, much less even opened your textbook.

Fred smirked as he noticed this, bringing his glass of water to his lips slowly as he took a sip, “You do realise windows work two ways, right love?”

And indeed, this had been a fact you’d forgotten, in your distracted haze. You felt your heart beating faster as you hoped - prayed - he was just playing around and didn’t actually look up to see you ogling him from the window. How embarrassing.

“I am aware of that, yes,” you nearly stuttered, hoping you came across nonchalantly but knowing by the grin widening on his face that you’d failed.

“So you know I could see you checking me out, right? All your staring,“ he teased, running a hand through his wet hair and making you forget where you were for a moment.

“I wasn’t staring at you,” you scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest, “I was staring at George.”

“Oh yeah? If that’s true, what colour shirt was George wearing?”

You knew he knew he had you with that, as your mind went blank. Because truthfully, the only person you’d been staring at was, in fact, Fred, and you hated that he was extremely aware of that.

“Green?” You guessed, hoping your guess was miraculously correct. Watching as Fred grinned at you knowingly, you knew immediately you’d gotten it wrong.

“Red,” he corrected and you sighed helplessly.

You stood up to face him properly, pushing your hair back out of your face as you looked up at him. Fred’s eyes travelled down your frame for a few seconds, him absent-mindedly biting his lip at the sight of you.

He blinked, taking in the sight of you wearing denim shorts, fitted to your thighs - thighs he wanted wrapped around him - and his breath caught in his throat as he realised the light coloured shirt you were wearing, knotted at your waist and showing a slither of your stomach, was in fact his.

He found himself distracted, vaguely aware that you were speaking to - or rather, ranting at - him, as he stared at you, before zoning back in just as he heard you say, “I mean, what would you do if I suddenly grabbed a bottle of water and poured it over me?”

Images began flying through his head. There were a lot of things he would do, most of which involved him pressed against you and his hands all over you, preferably with you moaning his name.

“Maybe you should do it and find out,” he said completely seriously, wanting nothing more than to watch as you poured water down yourself.

You rolled your eyes, albeit feeling a tad flustered, “Can you just... change your shirt please.”

“Why, is something distracting you, love?” He asked almost innocently, tilting his head to one side - almost as if in concern, however his cocky grin told you that he knew exactly what he was doing.

You gulped, not being able to stop your eyes from wandering down to his clenched abs, covered by the wet material of his t shirt yet not leaving much to the imagination. He, of course, noticed this and saw an opportunity to tease you even more.

“Well, if you really want me out of this shirt...” he sighed playfully and shook his head with a smile, before placing his glass down and grabbing the bottom of his shirt, and pulling it - slowly - off of him.

You watched as the fabric pulled from his skin, knowing he was doing it on purpose yet not being able to turn away, your mouth dropping a little as he exposed his toned torso, shorts hanging low on his hips.

You felt your mouth go dry, eyes widening a little, both mentally cursing and proposing to him just from this sight alone.

He pulled the shirt over his head and ran a hand through his hair again, and you fought the urge to dramatically collapse back into the chair behind you as he smirked at you.

This boy was going to be the death of you.

“Fred,” you spoke warningly, forcing yourself to look back up to his eyes - which, unfortunately for you, were just as distracting.

“Y/n,” he replied with a cheeky grin, leaning back against the counter, his hands gripping onto the counter sides, making the veins in his forearms pop out, and you swore you lost the ability to breathe in that moment.

“I mean it.”

“What? I’m not doing anything,” he pretended to be innocent, “It’s too hot to wear a t shirt at the moment.”

“You’re too hot,” you mumbled under your breath, then cleared your throat, hoping he didn’t quite catch what you said. When he didn’t react, you assumed he hadn’t and continued on, “You know exactly what you’re doing. You’re insufferable.”

Fred stepped closer to you, enjoying the way your breath hitched as his hand reached out to hold your waist. He then leant forward, his face centimetres from yours, a smirk gracing his lips as his tongue darted out across his bottom lip, “You know you love me.”

“Oh do I now?” You moved a little closer, looking up into his eyes as he moved his lips subconsciously towards yours. “Yeah,” he confirmed, nodding a little, eyes half-lidded, “You do.”

He paused for a moment, his free hand reaching to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear as he cupped your jaw, “And I love you.”

“Do you?” You whispered as his lips brushed against yours gently.

“Course I do,” he mumbled, looking at you softly before pressing his lips properly against yours, the hand on your waist squeezing a little before moving to rest against the small of your back, pushing you towards him to ensure there was no space left between you.

His lips moved against yours roughly, his tongue licking into your mouth as your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him down towards you. His hands guided themselves to hold the back of your thighs, just under your bum, and you only just heard the “Jump.” that he’d muttered against you, before you did as he said.

Your legs wrapped around his waist and he sat you on the table beside your long-forgotten project, him leaning you back on said table ever so slightly as he gripped your hips. One of your hands moved to lay flat on his bare chest, the other running through his still-damp hair and tugging a little just as you’d imagined.

He pulled away, breathing heavily as he continued to press kisses to your lips, moving down your jaw and towards your neck.

“Still want me to put a shirt back on?” He grinned against your skin. “Nah,” you bit your lip as he kissed just under your ear, before moving to grab his hands in yours, jumping off the table and pulling him towards the stairs, aiming to head towards his bedroom,

“I’d rather just take mine off instead.”

[1kook]

wrong place, right time

— a someway, somehow jjk x reader drabble summary “Marry me,” Jungkook says one night warning smut is mentioned in passing (jk getting tied up, gagged, crying lol, also him fingering oc), da ex girlfriend Sojin is mentioned 😨, oc is a LIL scared..... she gets over it lol rating m (18+) wc 1k

note (!) alas.... our last swsh drabble to fulfill the arc I accidentally began for them <3 rip in peaces u will be missed mrs. ‘swish’

His timing is absolutely terrible.

At first, you had wanted to believe Jungkook was the normal one, that it was you who moved according to strict imaginary schedules. Wake up at exactly 6:14am every morning, grab your keys by 6:43. Precise, exact. Jungkook and everyone else moved according to more lax rules. The auto shop opens at 9am, sometimes 9:10 if traffic is bad; it closes at 11pm or whenever the last client leaves. Compared to Jungkook, you were just too picky about timing, too strict. 

For a long time, that seemed to be accurate. 

“Marry me,” Jungkook says one night, rolled beneath an old Dodge pick-up truck that has definitely seen better days. You’re sitting off to the side, fingers flying across your phone’s keyboard as you type up an angry email. It’s muffled, the sound of his voice absorbed by the junk of metal above him. You pretend you don’t hear it. A few minutes later, he rolls out from underneath, has got a dark streak of something painted across his perfect forehead. He taps the pointed toe of your heel with a wrench. “Marry me,” he repeats. 

You balk. “You’re asking me now?” you clarify just in case, phone slowly coming to rest against your thighs. He tilts his head to the side, shrugs like he sees nothing weird about the situation. There’s no other word to explain the emotion that blooms in your chest other than completely dumbfounded. “Like… right now?” 

Jungkook’s not even looking at you anymore, too busy shuffling through his toolbox for that one weird shaped tool you see him use often. “Do you want me to ask another time?” he suggests casually. When he looks back up, he’s got this slightly confused look on his face, as if you’re the odd one. And because the moment is just so… weird you find yourself nodding along. 

And that’s that. You move on, pretend like Jungkook’s weirdly placed proposal didn’t happen, let it settle in the very back of your mind. Not like it’s hard, anyway. Your schedule is packed, clouded with meetings and deadlines, all your new roles as the department manager, and you barely have time to think about it. 

He tries again about a month later. 

“Marry me,” he gasps after a wild night beneath the sheets. There’s tender marks lining his rib cage, over his arms, around his throat. His face is still flushed, and there’s drying cum against his tummy. He might’ve cried tonight from overstimulation, but you can’t quite remember. That’s how he asks you the second time. 

For some reason, you laugh the second time. “What?” you chuckle, and maybe it was one of those protective measures, laughing in a tense situation because you don’t know what else to say. Your mind is still stuck somewhere between the gags and the cuffs and the tears and the way his skin had bruised beneath your touch. 

Jungkook rolls out his wrist— it’s red, so fucking red —and then promptly reaches for your hand. The pad of his thumb is rough from years of working, swipes across your knuckles lovingly. “Marry me,” he says, but you can’t tell if the blush on his cheeks is from his bashfulness or from the fact you had choked him a few minutes prior. “I want to marry you.”

Your brain stalls, mouth opening and closing. Jungkook doesn’t seem too bothered. He kisses your knuckles, asks you to get the salve from his drawer instead. He doesn’t mention it again that night, just lets you rub his back and goes to sleep. 

The next time comes sooner, about a week later. 

His mom mentions it one night, the three of you squeezed into the tiny kitchen of his family home as his dad snores in the other room. “Sojin is getting married,” she says, and the air is sucked out of the room. At least, it is for you. 

You try to play it off, straining your eyes to catch a glimpse of him in your peripheral. “Really,” Jungkook says, half a turkey sandwich in his mouth. He’s still in his jumpsuit from work, has it knotted around his waist in that way that makes him look extra beefy, extra sexy. “That’s crazy.”

His mom hums, and their genuine lack of emotion towards the news makes you feel like you’re the crazy one once again. “She sent an invitation.” 

She leaves the kitchen soon after, leaves you quietly stirring the sugar into your coffee as Jungkook gobbles down his sandwich. A loud gulp, the loud smack of his lips. “We should get married,” he says, and you jolt, spoon clattering loudly against the inside of your mug. 

Your brain doesn’t struggle for a response this time. That being said, it doesn’t necessarily have you giving him a good response either. “Like Sojin,” you reply, and feel weird about it immediately. Icky. Gross. Bitter. 

Apparently, Jungkook gets it. “Or we can get married in ten years,” he suggests instead, skips over your little blunder like he never heard it at all. “Or fifty.”

You appreciate it. “When I’m saggy,” you mumble, eyes hyper-focused on the mini whirlpool inside your coffee mug. 

He hums, bumps his hip against yours. “My cute, senior citizen girlfriend. We can drive one of those retro cars around town.”

The worst one yet is on the side of the road, your car battery giving out on the highway that connects the city to your hometown. Jungkook picks you up, pulls up behind you and has the audacity to catcall you as he walks up. “Hey, beautiful,” he flirts after you punch his stupidly strong bicep, grins this cheesy thing at you as he gets to work. 

In the end, your car can’t be revived with the limited tools he brought along. You settle on waiting inside his truck, snuggled beneath his jacket as you wait for the tow truck. He gets the bright idea to fondle you beneath the coat, the dying sunset painting his charming face in a romantic glow that has you seeing stars and galaxies and nebulae when you come. “Marry me,” he husks out, mouth slotted against yours. 

It’s the last time he asks; it’s the first time you say yes.