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Jake Sim x Fem!Reader

Summary: sleepy gf ♡ horny bf

♡ Warnings: Language, Established Relationship, Domestic Fluff, Smut +18 (Minors DNI) dumbification dollification, Slight ddlg, Brief Daddy Kink, Somnophilia, which means dub/con, Breeding Kink, Domestic Kink, Corruption Kink, Unedited, Mentions of Bondage

This might be tmi but I got turned on writing this and that's probably because I didn't realise how much I love this man. It's so bad girl, pray for me

You'd spoken about kink since the peroration of your relationship. It had been something you'd both decided was very important.

Although Jake admits he only thought kink was a few whips and rope, you assured him it was indeed a whole other world.

“What about somno?,” you'd asked him, while you both sat lazily on the comfort of your living room floor, soaking in the idle 808 beats of some Metro Boomin track while you both had a notebook out in front of you.

Although Jake craved for nothing more than to close the large distance between the two of you while you jotted down your sexual boundaries, even if it was just a hand placed on your thigh, he stopped himself.

He knew that distance was necessary when discussing sexual do’s and don'ts.

There couldn't be any sort of touching involved while you both fleshed out and divulged what would and would not be allowed within the sexual confines of your relationship.

All this talk about sex, however, had regressed his adult brain back into adolescence and he nursed an annoying boner the more you spoke.

“What's that?” He asked with his head tilted unconsciously. All you could do was chuckle softly as you eyed your boyfriend sitting on the floor adjacent to you. Your legs were splayed out and running parallel to his but still evaded the possibility of touch. You did not only find it adorable to witness just how much your boyfriend was trying to behave for you, you also found it so incredibly attractive.

“C'mon,” you had said as you shyly spun your finger on the rim of your glass containing a mild coke zero (no intoxication when discussing boundaries. Another infuriating rule, Jake found). “I do not have to explain to you what somno is,”

Jake only shrugged as he eyed you from across the small room. His back leaning against the couch was tense as he said, “afraid you do, babe,”

It was the way he was looking at you, with his eyes carelessly conveying just how turned on he'd managed to get during this short time of abstinence.

Your eyes never leave him when you talk. Hoping to convey your own need as you said “You can google it, Jake.”

“I can,” he nodded almost immediately, “Course I can, but I don't want to.”

What he didn't say is that he much rather preferred it when you used your words to divulge your knowledge on every filthy little detail about a particular kink. It turned him on to know what slept inside your mind and it made him uncharacteristically unhinged with lust when such dirty words left an unusually dignified mouth.

Corruption Kink. You had given him that diagnosis sometime throughout the evening.

“Jake,” you shake your head again, feeling the heat seep into the worn fabric of Jake's old Tupac shirt. It was probably unwise to be dressed in nothing but his oversized graphic tee and you're only made aware of this dire mistake right now. “You know.”

“No, actually, I don't.” He breaches the rules. Fuck the rules. And he lets his hand reach to tentatively rub at your cute little toe before returning his hand to his notebook.

“Tell me what somno is-”

“Sleep play.” You eventually shoved the words out of your mouth like unwanted visitors.

The second they registered in Jake's head he was sitting just a little straighter.

“Jesus…” Is all he said as he downed the rest of the 100% orange juice which he had really wished was 60% straight fucking vodka.

“Y-Yeah, but we don't really have to go into this one. I could just write it down in the ‘not interested’ list and we can just move on-” at the sight of you bending your head to furiously scribble inside the notebook containing the safety guidelines of your sex life, Jake reached out once again until his hand was perfectly encapsulating your entire foot.

“Nah, hold on.” He said, with a hint of a smile and nothing but sheer intrigue swimming in his eyes, “don't get rid of it yet.” He said. “Let's talk about it.” The devil shrugged. “Give it a fair chance.”

And although the evening had ended with Jake ravishing you on the living room floor -you were folded in half as he ate you out with the fervour of a starved man- Jake Sim did not incorporate any of the kink you two had just spoken about into the act.

In fact, all of your sexual escapades have been fairly vanilla with added hints of praise and degradation here and there before this very night.

Let it be clear that Jake Sim did not expect sex on this particular Thursday evening.

He had been having a particularly cursed day with nothing at all going right for him except the prospect of seeing you after dance practice. The possibility of you cradling him against the plushness of your breasts while you sang to him with your fingers running through his hair kept him afloat until he let himself into your apartment by the end of the day.

“Yo? ‘anyone home?”

Instead of finding you tapping away at your laptop or consuming a starkly provocative HBO original, Jake found you asleep, in your room. Fairy lights on while the sound of crashing waves bled through your phone speaker.

Before he got horny, let the record reflect that Jake was perfectly content with climbing into bed with you and dozing off himself. But he couldn't help how his body responded to the softness of your curves pressing into his side the moment he lowered himself onto your bed and into your warm pink quilts. He should be closing his eyes, dozing off alongside you but the longer he stares at the miniscule details of your face, the more his stomach tightens and warms.

Perhaps, venturing into more sinister territory, Jake's eyes skate down to your slightly open mouth and then- down to your frame nestled under his armpit, where you lay in a foetal position with your stuffed animal held in an almost primal grip.

It is then that the first beginning of guilt seeps into his lower stomach, feeling that he doesn't really wish to dissect, especially given your very persuasive reassurances that “kink should never feel icky if it's consensual.”

And you gave him your consent.

Jake still remembers your slightly laboured breathing when you admitted to being turned on by the idea of somnophilia.

The smile on Jake's face as he bends down to nestle his face in your headwrap is placid, like calm still waters on a Sunday afternoon. Doing a very good job at hiding the tempest within.

You stir in your sleep and Jake swallows thickly. With his lips still pressed against your head, he stares into space with a vague look of worry and discontent. He knows, logically, that he should not feel bad for what he's about to do. It was only human, after all, to feel sexual desire for your partner. What did not feel normal, however, is how he managed to grow impossibly hard in his sweatpants, and all you've done was sleep, you poor thing.

This time when you shift again, it's to hike your leg up further along his torso, and unbeknownst to you, a broken moan seeps out of Jake's mouth because your leg is now brushing right up against his tense and hardened cock. Jake attempts to regulate his breathing through his nose (in and out, in and out) but his brain loses sight of how unethical this all is under the realisation of just how warm you are underneath him. The arm he had wrapped around your frame flexes as he brings his hand up to the curve of your voluptuous hips. It's then when he thinks about them… you having his kids, and suddenly, he's manoeuvring you even closer into his arms.

“Jakey? Baby, you home?”

Home.

It felt so domestic and it didn't help the heat seeping out of Jake's tense body.

Your groans perpetuate through the confines of the bedroom. You're slowly waking from one of those ghastly kinds of naps. The kind of nap that existed outside space and time and everything else in the known universe. The kind of nap that had you groggily opening your eyes crowded with crust as you try to make sense of your surroundings.

His voice is raspy as he whispers back, “I’m home, Bunny,” Everything in the universe begins to right itself when Jake presses a warm, slightly sloppy kiss to the top of your head and you can feel yourself coming to grips with your surroundings. A warm sigh leaves your mouth and you melt into the sensuality of Jake's second kiss which he displays across the side of your face, moving lower and lower and hiking up your leg still splayed over his lap.

Jake's eyes are closed, brows furrowed and his kiss is lingering. His lips never stray from your skin and you can feel your limp, half asleep body being pressed in further against his warmth. You're suddenly becoming all too aware of your core pressed against Jake's hips at this angle; you and your boyfriend's limbs are practically intertwined.

His warmth is all encompassing.

“Ja-What…” a sleepy little yawn squeaks out of your throat and you unconsciously bring a limp hand up to wipe away all the sleep.

Jake watches you with grave, grave admiration. The kind of feeling that squeezes at his heart and, perhaps more shamefully, his cock. “What time is it?”

“Not important, Bunny,” he kisses you again. Heaven's he was brimming with kisses for you. They felt like a lullaby, coaxing you back to bed. “Just go back to bed,”

Those particular words have you blinking up at your boyfriend who begins to come into focus under the hazy orange glow of the fairy lights. Your body stretches ever so slightly as you crane your head up to meet his half lidded eyes.

“What time is it-” you begin to answer again, but Jake stops you once again.

“You don't need to worry your pretty brain about stuff like that,” he nudges his chin towards you as if beckoning to play along with this scene he's orchestrated for the two of you. Despite feeling your heart strings tugging at the idea of playing along, you're still very much plagued by rationality.

“Jake- Baby, you have practice tomorrow. I don't think you can sleep over-”

“But pretty girls don't think,” he nestles his head into the crook of your shoulders and he squeezes. Once again, begging you to play along, “You never have to think when you have me.”

You could feel the better part of you being dragged into the safe, plush wonderland of your subspace, just from his words alone. When Jake doesn't get a response he pulls back to make eye contact with you once more, Sickeningly satisfied to see the fog beginning to fill your pupils.

“But, Jakey-” he has you. He knows he has you.

“You still sound so sleepy, Baby,” he whispers, and you're quite shocked to find yourself being lifted off the bed, “You want Jakey to help take the sleepiness away, don't you?”

Another kink you two had discussed ad nauseum but had failed to ever orchestrate in real time. It happened flawlessly between you both. A torrid yet natural dance. Ddlg, you called it.

Jake is still lying supine on the bed as he manoeuvres you to straddle his legs. Your hands anchor yourself by the rough skin of his torso through his pitch black shirt while his hands find home on your thigh, “I need you to help me out and then you won't be sleepy anymore, yeah?” The smile he gives you is enough to get any person to bend to his every will and so you find yourself nodding dumbly, with your eyes still half lidded, and a part of your brain experiencing a sleeplike calmness. “Jakey needs you to be good for him, okay?” You swallow thickly and yelp when Jake lifts his hips, subsequently lifting you as if you weighed nothing at all. His eyes are pained when he uncovers his hard, leaking dick from his sweatpants. You're not sure if it's the sleepiness still raining heavily on you but you're suddenly plagued by the need to enclose his cock in your hand.

So that's what you do

With your limbs operating on autopilot, your hand falls lazily over his cock while you tiredly rub your left eye with your other hand.

“F-Fuck, Bunny- What're you doing?” Jake looks up at you with wild, pained eyes and you peer down at him with a tilted head. Ever so clueless. Ever so beautiful, “I wanna help,” You whisper and his cock immediately twitches in your hand, “I wanna help,” You mumble as you lower your front against his, nuzzling into his neck while you sleepily begin to pump his cock.

Your chin hangs over his shoulder as your eyes flutter shut, all the while, Jake bites his bottom lip until he's on the verge of breaking skin.

“You're trying to off me, you know that?” Jake whispers into your ear as the warmth of your palm struggles to keep him thinking rationally. Unable to stop himself from lifting his hips slightly to grind against your hand, Jake hopes for more friction, more fucking pressure, but it never comes. Not when you've basically passed out on top of him.

“F-Fuck me,” Jake whispers as he lift his hands to lightlyoaw at your hips. “You're making me fucking insane, you know that?” Jake's voice is coated with singsong need as he shuffles you lower on his torso until your hips meet his. “You said this is okay, didn't you baby?” The only answer he gets in return is a few lightly snores as he lifts you up, having you hover djrectly over his aching cock, twitching to be inside you.

For a while Jake is perfectly content with humping lazily against your pyjama pants as you shuffle intermittently.

His hands rub over your back, feeling your chest pressed against his before drifting his hand down to the curve of your ass and the thin pyjama shorts hugging your hips.

He immediately decides he can't do it.

“Daddy needs to be inside you, Bunny.” Your breasts push against him as he reaches down to swipe your pyjama pants and your oantjes to the side, “Your hands and mouth…They just won't do, baby. I need to fuck you, d'you understand?” he asks with so much concern and so much consideration it would have your heart clenching in its cage if you were conscious.

Jake's breath is caught in his throat as the head of his cock prods at your tight opening. As he tries to guide his cock in, you shift a little over him, causing him to pat lovingly at your back, coaxing you to sleep as he forced his cock into your cunt. Instead of swallowing him like you usually did, your cunt is vehemently trying to push out the intrusion, which only succeeds in turning him on more.

Jake buries his head into the crook of your neck, sniffing in your scent as he pushes himself in despite the tight fit.

“You're gonna make me cum so quick, Princess,” he whispers into your hair.

You barely made it 10 pumps before your shuffling above him with your cunt was split into two.

He wanted to use you, he needed to make you his dumb, unresponsive toy and Jake shivers as a bead of precum streams down the side of his cock.

“You're doing so good for me,” his hips lift as his hand on your ass presses down, forcing you to meet his steadily growing thrusts“You don't wanna disappoint me, do you?” he asks your cute, sleeping form. As if in response to his words, your body subconsciously reacts and your cunt tightens around his cock, immediately sending Jake into a bitter delirium.

Soon, his head is thrown back into the pillows and both his hands are firmly on your ass as he begins to fuck up into you with less care. “F-Fuck Princess, I think I could cum like this,”

You're shuffling again. Threatening to wake up. It only has Jake fucking you harder, bringing him closer to the edge.

“F-Fuck-this fucking pussy-” You were being split in two. You on top of him somehow felt like he was going deeper than how he usually went. “Oh God, you're so warm, Bunny,” He exclaims, looking up at the ceiling with his own pained expression, completely and utterly trapped in his dom space as he begins to move you up and down on his cock.

Your limp body followed, unable to conjure up the strength of your own movements. He had all the control over all your movements, kinda like-

“Y-You're my toy, aren't you, Bunny?” Jake is so completely fargone as he watches your ass bounce with each of his rabid thrusts, completely uncaring over whether you're awake or not. “Fuck, you’re my fucking toy,” Jake's a blubbering mess and it only makes you wetter as you slowly blink open your eyes, in the very middle of one of your most prized fantasy’s. Your cunt squeezes around his cock. Your heart hammering in your chest. Your orgasm crests along with his.

You had never thought you'd ever know what a sleepy orgasm would feel like but somehow you knew it would ram through you with way too much intensity.

“You like me deep inside, yeah? You like being split open while you sleep, Bunny? Hm? You're so fucking perfect you know that? So fucking pretty- J need you to have my babies, yeah?” The more he talks, the more it's difficult to pretend to stay asleep. A groggy and tired moan slips out of your mouth while your arousal slips out of your leaking cunt. “You'd like that, wouldn't you? Us having babies.”

Jake's hips stutter against yours. His jaw is locked tight as you clench around him, “F-Fuck you would like that-” It is then that you're starkly aware of the hidden narcissism that this kink bred. Here he was, using you to get off with only himself as the audience. Jake was guiding himself to orgasm with his own dirty words as if he were God and somehow that thought succeeds in bringing you to orgasm.

“Oh God, Jake-”

“You need me to get you pregnant, don't you?” Your head nods almost unconsciously, without the permission of your rational brain and Jake speeds up his fucking into you, as orchestrating a new form of movement. He was always leading you, even when it came to his pleasure.

“Just like that, Bunny,” he always praised you without a second thought…

Jake is working himself to orgasm with short, shallow breaths. His hips lift to thrust into your dripping cunt and in his mind he's about to come to the fact that you really are his toy.

“Fuck, you're gonna make me cum,” he whispers into the side of your head, “Your leaky fucking pussy's going to make me cum, Bunny-”

His orgasm triggers another one of your own and both your legs spasm, locking around him as Jake releases his cum deep inside you. His hand clenched down on your hips, forcing you to take in every single drop until it's forcing itself out of your dripping cunt, trailing down your thigh. After riding the high of his orgasm, Jake looks bright eyed again, like he's gotten rid of something very dark and very oppressive until the sunny Jake Sim was back.

“So good,” he smiles down at you, “You always do so well for me”

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I've got a sinking feeling - {Five Hargreeves x GN!Reader}

Synopsis: You are very flirty with Five, and he's tricked himself into believing he hates it. He tells you to stop. Then he learns the hard way how much he took you for granted when you meet someone else.

Note: Five requests would be very appreciated! Thank you to those who sent requests on my last one shot.

(Not Edited)

Warnings: Swearing

Word count: 1.5k

Extra Information: Viisi means Five in Finnish. Five and Y/n were partners in the commission. They look seventeen or eighteen instead of thirteen. This one-shot takes place on the last episode of season one, and the entirety of season two.

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The Academy, Five's home, has just collapsed--courtesy of Vanya's new powers--and Five ordered his family to meet at Super Star Lanes bowling alley to come up with a new plan of action.

He grabs your wrist, blinking you with him. You're both in front of the bowling alley in a flash of blue.

Five takes a moment to pace around, not entering the building. The crisp, spring air bites at your earlobes as you hug your sides for warmth

"Hey, Viisi, can we go inside?" You look at him with a grimace and a pleading smile. He whips his head in your direction to glare at you, then strolls inside with a roll of his eyes. You follow in his stead.

The interior is heated, thankfully. Five informs the underpaid worker that his "parents" will be arriving shortly to pay for his bowling shoes. He takes a seat adjacent to Lane 6 and you sit next to him.

"So, how was the farewell with Delores? I know you two were close." You lean back in your seat, getting more comfortable while waiting for Five's siblings to arrive.

He does not look at you. His jaw ticks in annoyance, mistaking your genuine curiosity for mockery.

"Come onnn, I know you're stressed, but this is your sister. I'm sure she's reasonable enough not to end the world." You turn towards him, leaning your elbows on your thighs and admiring his pretty face.

"No, it's not that." He scoffs, looking at you with a sneer.

You notice that his tie is crooked so you reach out to fix it, like you often do. It's sort of your thing.

He smacks your hand away and you raise an eyebrow.

"You okay Viisi?" You rub your hand a little, surprised. Normally, he lets you fix his tie with no problem. Although, he would grumble about it a little.

"God- No. I'm not okay." He puts his hands in his hair, gripping it slightly with an exasperated expression. "And stop calling me that."

"What?" You breathe with a smile of disbelief. "What's going on? Did something happen- Did I do something?" You lean away from him a little to give him more space.

"Stop, just stop it with the touching and the nicknames. I'm sick of it!" He looks at you with cold eyes. This is very unusual of him.

You cock your head to the side, trying to understand. "Five, I thought- I thought that was our thing! Y'know, the friendly banter and-"

"I know you're desperate for some sort of relationship with me, but I'm here to tell you that it's not going to happen. We were only ever co-workers." He says through gritted teeth, avoiding your eyes. "I'm telling you to stop pursuing me." 'Pursuing' him?

Usually you would brush this sort of behavior off, ignore it. Tell yourself that it's only because he's stressed. He's always stressed! Thinking back, he was never all that nice to you. Even in your Commission days.

You'd tricked yourself into thinking that maybe he thought you were special, or that you were at least his friend. His confidant.

You look at him with eyes full of hurt, which Five has never seen from you. He almost feels something bubbling up his throat, but the feeling dissipates quickly. "Have I made myself clear?" He says evenly.

You only nod, turning away so he doesn't see the tears prick at your eyes.

Five's siblings come inside and you two don't speak to each other again.

A year and seven months later (for you, at least.)

1963, Dallas Texas:

Five anxiously pulls at his tie after narrowly escaping three armed Swedish men. He had just watched his siblings, along with you, blow up in yet another nuclear explosion. It's left him oddly shaken up about how he treated you back in 2019.

He's pacing down the alley-way between the Commerse and Knox when he notices a flash atop the roof. A large camera of some sort.

A brown haired man closes his window briskly. That's strange.

Five teleports inside, scaling up a flight of stairs with cat-like agility. When he knocks on a door, the one beside him answers, revealing a mouse-y looking man in his early thirties. He looks at him with big, expectant eyes.

"What do you want." His tone is dripping with suspicion.

"Hi, I'm selling encyclopedias for my youth group. I was curious if-" Five gets a door to the face. He huffs, blinking inside after him.

The man, Elliot, jumps, yelping in fear and pulling out a butter-knife from his drawer of kitchen utensils. "H-how did you do that?" He hesitates, astonished.

Five looks at him with amusement. "Don't really have time to explain."

Elliot runs a hand through his unkempt brown hair, gripping the butter-knife in a feeble attempt to protect himself. "You from the Pentagon? Huh?"

"Definitely not."

"CIA? FBI? KGB?"

Five eyes up the kitchen, noticing a coffee pot on the other side of the room. "Is that fresh?" He uses his powers again, blinking himself right in front of the coffee pot.

Elliot screams, whipping his head back and forth between the place Five just was and the place he appeared. "What..." He pants, eyes wide.

"Elliot? You okay?" Five hears a faraway voice from another room. A familiar voice. "Who's with you?" It asks.

You appear from around the corner, presumably from Elliot's bedroom, looking almost two years older.

Five furrows his eyebrows and so do you. He breathes out your name is what you almost register as relief. But, you know better then to think that.

"Oh, Five. You're back." You say casually, nodding and crossing your arms. Five sets the coffee down, unwillingly noticing how you didn't call him by his nickname.

"How long have you been here?" He walks towards you, looking at your slightly different features. You changed your hair, he observes. He says nothing about it.

"A year and a half, I believe." You tap your chin in thought. Elliot glances between you two with interest or surprise.

"You two know each-other?" He puts the butter-knife back onto the counter with a small clatter.

You nod, shrugging. "We were co-workers." You send Elliot a reassuring, genuine smile.

Co-workers. Five doesn't like how the word rolled off your tongue.

He licks his lips, looking away. "You live here?" He asks you, although it was a silly question considering its obvious answer.

You nod with tight lipped smile, approaching Elliot. You fix his hair with your fingers and flip the collar of his flannel back down. "Did he scare you? I told you he could be a bit much."

Elliot exhales a shaky laugh at your words and actions as Five begins to feel a hot, frothy feeling in the pit of his stomach. He changes the subject. "Are my siblings here too?"

Elliot answers for you, looking back towards the teen again. "The other six anomalys- The power surges." He begins to look excited at this new discovery. "They're your siblings?"

Five ticks his jaw, ignoring him. "So they're alive..." He begins to pace around. "I think I stranded them here. Now listen to me..."

"Elliot." You tell him his name.

"Whatever, alright? I got ten days to find them and save the world." He points to you and Elliot. "Now, I need your help to do that."

Elliot is just so happy to be involved, his three year long project finally achieving some major development. He scrambles to find a certain newspaper scrap from his desk drawer. "You know what? I, uh..." He fumbles with it, handing it to Five.

"I always thought that this, uh, mugshot looked like arrival number four."

"Diego." Five reads softly, then he twists around to face you. "You're coming with me." He states.

You hiss awkwardly through your teeth, avoiding his eyes. "Ohh, about that... Actually, Elliot and I were about to play Scrabble. It's Scrabble night."

Five narrows his eyes at you, barking your name. "The world is ending and you're just gonna play Scrabble with this homebody?"

Elliot looks at his dusty wooden floors with a look of dejection.

"Uh, yeah. That's exactly what I'm gonna do." You lean against the door-frame with a bored expression. "I thought you wanted me to stop following you around like a lost puppy."

Five feels strange. "You know what? I don't need this." He blinks away to search for Diego.

When Five returns from the strip club, after a failed attempt of recruiting both Luther and Diego, he decides to test something. His fingers reach for his tie, pulling at it and skewing it. Perfectly crooked.

You couldn't resist fixing his tie, he knew this.

So why didn't you? He finds himself uncharacteristically frustrated about your unresponsiveness.

As he demands that Elliot develop his Frankel Footage, his eyes trail to you occasionally, silently tempting you to straighten his tie.

Your eyes flicked to it once. However, you made no move to adjust it.

Five heaves a dramatic sigh, angrily fixes it, and leaves to look for Vanya.

He messed up before, he realizes. He feels like shit.

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┊your boss mr. nanami asks you to stay at work overtime on valentine’s day

❥ nanami x reader

cw: vaginal fingering, sexual intercourse, praising, forbidden work romance

𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. . .

JUJUTSU TECH INC.

You sat at your desk constantly checking the time on your computer, it was around an hour until it was time to clock out.

Working at one of the largest cyber security companies would be interesting if you actually did any work.

You were the assistant to CEO Kento Nanami, who was appointed the position when the old CEO passed.

Apparently he was one of his best workers, which made him the company's youngest CEO ever at 27, not that you kept up with stuff like that...

As his assistant, you didn't really do much, just answered calls, ran errands, and played solitaire on your computer when there was nothing to do. The only time your job was interesting was when Mr. Nanami went to meetings, since he always asked you to accompany him, even though you didn't do much at them.

Your friends often liked to joke that you were just eye candy for Mr. Nanami, and you would think that too, if he ever looked at you.

Although Mr. Nanami was a nice boss to everyone at the company, he for some reason rarely ever looked you in the eyes, and when he did it was only for a brief moment.

When you went into his office, he was always looking at anything but you, and when he did look up, he avoided your eyes.

So, he couldn't be keeping you around as eye candy, if he didn't even look AT you.

It wasn't like this was something you pondered about often, keeping you awake at night...nope you couldn't care less if your boss liked you or not.

*RINGGGG*

You snapped out of your daze, picking up the phone. "Hello Jujutsu Tech, how may I help you?" you answered with your corporate voice.

"Y/n" Mr.Nanami spoke on the other end.

"Sir?"

"Come to my office, please"

"Yes s-" he hung up before you could finish your response. He was very blunt with his calls, always getting straight to the point. You wondered what he could want, maybe he had some papers for you to run to Satoru again before you left.

You let out a sigh, and walked to his office, which was adjacent to yours. You gave his door a few knocks, waiting for a response.

"Come in y/n" his voice muffled behind the door.

"How do you know it’s me every time" you questioned, entering the office, closing the door behind you.

"You're the only one I called to my office" he replied matter of factly, his eyes on his computer.

"Oh duh" you let out a dry chuckle...tough crowd.

What you didn't know was that Nanami had memorized the sound of your heels on the epoxy flooring, he knew you were coming even before you knocked on his door. He liked to tell himself it was because you had to come into his office so often that he remembered your walking pattern.

"So, what did you need me to do?" You asked, smiling down at him, not that he could see it, his attention still on his screen.

"I just wanted to inform you that I'll need you to stay for a few hours longer tonight. I need to redo parts of the presentation before the meeting tomorrow" he sighed, bringing a hand to rub his eyes under his glasses.

He seemed tired, overworked. Mr. Nanami was the type of boss to do the work himself, he didn't like to burden the other workers with his job. Well, except for you, but even then you never really did much, but he'd never asked you to work overtime.

"Um Mr. Nanami, you do know it's Valentines Day, right?" You asked, hoping he would consider your personal life. Even though you didn't have serious plans, you didn't want to sit in the office for hours until he was finished. You doubted you would be any help anyways.

"Oh that must've slipped my mind, did you have any plans?” He asked, his eyes directed at the papers on his desk now.

"No, bu-"

"Good, then you can stay. You'll be paid for the extra time spent" he smiled, shifting through the papers.

"That's not the point, I don't care about the pay, it's the principle. And I doubt you even need me anyways" you retorted, crossing your arms over your chest.

"Y/n" he looked up at you, his eyes still not reaching yours, they were pointed towards your...chest.

"Sir?", the word barely escaping your lips.

"I need you...here" his eyes flickered up at yours above his glasses, before looking back at the documents. Well you couldn't say no to that. Now you were glad he barely looked you in the eye, he was very persuasive, or maybe it was the tone of his voice, almost pleading.

‘Or maybe it was because he was your boss and you needed to get a fucking grip’ you thought to yourself.

You cleared your throat, "yes of course, sorry sir. I'll be in my office if you need me" you turned to leave. Behind you, Nanami finally looked up again. His eyes roamed over your body, the way your dark gray pencil skirt road up your thighs as you walked, and how if he squinted he could see your red bra under your white button down.

Back in your office, you watched the clock again, it had been over an hour since everyone left. You sat at your desk playing with one of the fidget toys you stole from Ieiri.

Your fellow coworkers were probably off on dates, or getting wasted, which to be honest if you weren't at work you wouldn't be doing either of those things.

You had planned on binging romcoms and eating ice cream and not in a 'I'm so sad I don't have a partner' way but a 'why the hell not' way.

But you wouldn't be able to do any of that since you were cooped up in your office for god knows how long. All because Mr. Nanami "needed you" for whatever reason.

Maybe you could watch at least one movie before you went to bed, if this didn't take all night.

It had now been three hours since everyone went home, meaning it was eight o' fucking clock. And just as you thought, Mr. Nanami didn't need you because he hadn't ca-

*RINGGGG*

Speak of the devil and he shall appear or in your case, think of Mr. Nanami and he shall call. It was like he was reading your mind.

"Yes Mr. Nanami", you answered, a tad bit annoyed. You knew it was him, there were no other calls coming through at this time of night.

"Come to my office" he ordered, hanging up after.

You got up from your desk, straightening your skirt, it had wrinkled from sitting with your legs up in your chair. Slipping your heels back on, you walked in without knocking.

You were met with the same view as before, except you noticed he had loosened his tie a bit, part of his neck you'd never seen, peeked out at you. His muscles bulged out of his blue button down. 'Get a grip you're acting like a victorian man seeing a woman's ankle for the first time'.

"What is it that you needed me for, Mr. Nanami?" you broke the silence, since it seemed he was waiting on you to speak first.

"I need you to replace these copies with the ones you gave to Satoru this morning" he nudged the papers to the edge of his desk.

"Yes sir, anything else?" you asked, grabbing the copies.

"Come back to my office once you're done" he ran a hand through his golden hair before returning it back to his keyboard. You nodded, even though you didn't think he'd see it.

You left his office, walking down the hall to the cubicles Satoru worked in. He was one of the company’s best workers, and he didn't let you forget. His cockiness and care free attitude was a bit much at first, but you'd come to love bringing him papers, since it meant you had something to do.

Arriving at his desk, you knew it was his by the framed picture of him and a dark haired man on the beach. You’d asked about it once, but he shooed you off, seemed to be something he wasn't into talking about.

The papers from the morning sat on his desk, you replaced them with the new copies.

You stopped by your office to shred the old documents and headed back to Mr. Nanami, your heels clacking on the floor with each step.

Back at his office, you walked in to a chair sitting directly in front of his desk, which hadn't been there before.

"What's with the chair?" You questioned.

"It's for you, there's no point in coming back and forth when I need you." he explained, his eyes on the chair.

"Makes sense" no it didn't but you were just ready to go home. You closed the door behind you, a force of habit, and sat in the chair directly across from him.

You sat in silence as he typed away, his slender fingers swiftly moving across his keyboard. He cracked his knuckles, using his thumb, he'd been at this for hours.

"Mr. Nanami?" you spoke, a newfound confidence coming over you or maybe it was just because you were bored out of your mind.

"Yes?" he sighed, not in an agitated way, but an almost appreciative or satisfied one.

"Why am I the only one you asked to call you Mr. Nanami? All of the other workers just call you Kento, and you never seem to have a problem with it" you questioned, sitting up in the chair, both hands on your lap. You'd always wondered why, but never saw a time fit to ask.

"Because you're my assistant and...do you wanna know the truth?" his eyes were locked on your lap.

"Yes?" your response coming out more as a question. He sighed, before glancing up at your mouth.

"It's because I like the way it sounds on your lips" he averted his gaze back to his computer, starting his typing again.

"Oh..." How else were you supposed to respond to that, but the thing was you felt a hint of satisfaction from his confession, like you’d done something right. He was appreciative of something you’d done.

"Can you talk to me more, while I work" he asked, eyes on his screen.

"Uh sure...about what?" you crossed your legs, telling yourself it was to get comfortable, and not because your hot boss just admitted he liked the sound of his name on your lips. No it definitely wasn't because of that.

"You..." he responded, you hated talking about yourself, but it beat sitting in silence.

"Okay...well I'm 21, but you probably already knew that since you're the one who hired me" you let out a shacky laugh.

"Anyways, I graduated in 3 years instead of 4 because according to my friends 'I don't have a life’. I majored in business and the only reason I applied for this job was to get money until I figured out what I wanted to do." you looked up at him for some sort of reasurance, his lips were turned up in a slight smile.

"Go on" he promted you.

"Well the listing on indeed for this position was only like 30k a year, which is like not the best but as I said I just needed a bit of cash to keep me up post grad. But then it raised to 80k once I was hired, which was better than the entry level jobs I would've gotten with my Bachelors. To be honest at first I thought it was a mistake, but I asked about it and it was true, the position's salary miracuously raised over 2x's more than it was before. Which I still don't understand why I am being paid so much when I don't do mu-"

"Y/n" Mr. Nanami called, his eyes directly on you.

"Yes?" Your eyes met his, it looked like he was in pain almost.

"Come here" he commanded, his voice hoarse.

You were confused, but assumed he wanted to show you something on his computer, or maybe he had something he wanted you to take to Satoru's desk again.

Raising from the chair and straightening your skirt again, you walked over to his side of the desk.

"Sit on my desk" he whispered.

"I'm sorry what?" You must've heard him wrong.

"Sit...please" he pleaded, his hazel eyes staring over his glasses.

"Okay..." you sat on the wooden desk, beside his chair. You squeezed your legs together, attempting not to flash him your panties.

Nanami rose from his seat, walking over to you, caging you in. He stared at you for a second, your expression was beautiful, your eyebrows knitted together, looking up at him in confusion. But he shouldn't, he ripped his eyes away from yours, turning away.

"Sorry, what am I doing. I shouldn't h-"

Before he could finish his sentence, you grabbed him by the tie, locking your lips with his. He braced himself, both hands now on either side of you, against the desk.

He instantly kissed you back, a moan escaping his mouth. His lips were soft and plump against yours, as your tongues danced against one another. His hands moved from his desk to your hips, gripping them roughly.

You let go of his tie and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. Your hand cradled his head, fingers intertwining with his hair.

Lifting his head, his eyes locked with yours, his gaze filled with need.

"Are you sure about this? I don't want you to do anything you don't want to" his tone was serious, but the only thing you could think about was how his lips glistened above you.

"I want this" you lifted a hand from his neck, wiping his bottom lip. His mouth closed around your thumb, sucking it before he released it with a trail of saliva.

His hands immediately went to your shirt, unbuttoning it before ripping it off of you.

You shivered at the cold air of the office. He admired his view of you, sitting on his desk in a red laced bra. He moved to take it off and release your breasts, in a frantic motion, he was growing impatient, and so were you.

Once the barrier was gone, he cupped them both, his thumbs rubbing against your sensitive buds, giving them a pinch before taking one in his mouth.

Mr. Nanami suckled on one of your breasts while he fondled the other. "Mmm" he moaned against your skin, his tongue swirling around your areola.

Your hand moved back to his hair, pushing him against chest. "Fuck" you sighed, as he bit down onto your nipple, before planting a kiss on it to ease the pain.

He lifted himself from your breasts, pulling you to the edge of the desk. Attaching his hands to your skirt, he pushed it down your legs, revealing your matching red panties under your mesh stockings.

Nanami's hands dove down your panties, reveling in how wet you were for him. He always knew you felt the same way as he had for you.

From the second he locked eyes on you, he fantasized about this moment.

"So wet for me" he smirked down at you.

Two fingers slipped inside you with no warning.

"Mmm fuck" you cried out, your hands held his shoulders for support.

His fingers pumped into you at an agonizingly slow pace. His thumb moved up to your clit, pressing against it in a circular motion.

Your hips rocked against his hand, aching for more.

"Yes, that's good. Ride my fingers" he ordered, his voice soft.

"Mmm" you moaned, bucking your hips, his fingers hitting your sweet spot.

His pace sped up, eyes never leaving you, glasses now crooked on his face.

You could feel your climax building, and he noticed too. His other hand rose to your hips, pushing you even closer to him.

Your boss stood between your legs as his fingers pumped inside you.

"C’mon cum for me" his forehead connected with yours, watching you as you finished on his fingers. Your hips jerked from the overstimulation, as he continued to pump you through your orgasm.

You had to grab his wrist to stop him, he shook his head coming out of his haze, removing his fingers from you.

Your hands grabbed his tie, pulling it over his head, already loose from earlier.

You unbuttoned his shirt, ripping it off his shoulders. His chiseld body glistened with sweat under the office light. Your hands roamed over his chest, connecting with his nipples, he let out a shacky sigh.

"Get up and turn around" he ordered you.

You hopped down from the desk, kicking off your heels, and did as he ordered. Once your back was to him, he placed his hands on your bare shoulders. He slowly pushed you down, until your breasts were flush against the cold wood of his desk.

Nanami moved his hands down your spine, until they attached with your hips. He pressed his clothed length against your cunt.

Letting out another satisfied sigh, Mr. Nanami kneaded your ass with both of his hands, as his dick rubbed against your back side. The contact sending pleasure to your core, your pussy ached for another release.

You moved your hands back to touch his length, but he immediately swatted it away.

"Ah ah ah, you're being impatient" he cooed, grabbing his tie, you had placed on the desk. He took both of your hands behind your back, and tied them together.

"There, much better" you could feel him step away, no longer feeling the warmth of his body against you.

You strained your neck, attempting to see what he was doing, his pants along with his underwear dropped to the floor. He was long and achingly hard, like he had been that way all day.

He walked back to you, his hands attaching to your ass again, giving it a soft smack.

"I‘ll pay for a new pair" he reassured.

"Wh-" before you could question him. He had ripped your stockings, revealing your damp panties. His fingers hooked around the fabric, moving it to the side.

Nanami lined his length with your entrance.

"You ready" he asked, looking down at you.

"Yes" you pleaded, over your shoulder.

"Yes, what?" His voice stern.

"Yes, sir"

He slipped himself inside, a scream escaped your lips, as his length stretched your hole. His strokes started off slow, just as he had when fingering you. It was like he wanted to savor the moment forever.

Nanami pulled out agonizingly slow, just to harshly pound back into you, the desk rattled with each contact.

"Fuck, do you know how much I've thought about this. Fucking your little cunt until you came" he sighed.

"Ever since you walked into this office, I knew I'd have you eventually...mmh" he let out a loud groan, picking up his pace.

He grabbed your tied hands, pulling you up a bit. Your back arched, pushing you further against him. His tip brushed against your sweet spot, over, and over. You could have sworn he was growing even harder inside you.

Another groan escaped him, his large hand slapped your ass before giving it a tight squeeze.

"Mmm, baby you're so perfect, just like I knew you'd be. You're so obedient, such a good girl" he cooed, bringing you up against him, so that your back...and arms were flush against his chest. His arm wrapped around your midsection to hold you up. The position was slightly uncomfortable but you could care less.

With each praise your pussy begged for more, squeezing your walls around him. He continued his relentless pursuit on your cunt.

The sounds of him pounding into you echoed through out the office, maybe even the entire floor. Nanami's tip bruised your insides, edging your release.

"Fuck I'm gonna cum again" you cried out. He increased his pace even more.

"Cum for me baby" he whispered down in your ear and your body did just that, feeling yourself release around him. "That's my girl, doing so good for me"

Your legs trembled, as Mr. Nanami continued pounding his length into you. Tears streamed down your face from the overstimulation. 

"Mmh, I wanna look in your eyes as I come" he groaned, pulling out of you, untying your hands.

"Lay down on the desk" he ordered and you followed, sitting down on the desk before laying on your back.

Mascara ran down your face, even then you looked so beautiful, maybe even better, Nanami thought.

"Good girl" he praised, before spreading your legs and pushing himself inside you once again. He bent his body down, holding himself up with his hands on either side of you, trusting into your overstimulated cunt.

His hazel eyes, never left yours. You wrapped your legs around him, pushing him deeper inside you. Your hands now free, moved up to cup his face, pulling him into a kiss. It was filled with passion, lust, and longing.

You felt like this was something you'd needed all along, your body craved more. You began bucking your hips up against him, following his pace. Pleasure built up in your core again, you moaned into his mouth. He pulled away, biting your bottom lip, before releasing it, his glasses crooked on his face.

"You're a little freak" he teased, growing harder by your need for a third orgasm, and he was gonna give it to you. Nanami's pace grew even faster, your hips unable to keep up.

He gazed down at you, your eyebrows knitted together just as they had when you were confused. He could tell you were almost there, and so was he.

Nanami sat up, grabbing your hips with both of his hands, his eyes never leaving yours. A third climax washed over you, your legs limply dropped from his waist.

His strokes became sporadic, he wrapped his arms around your thighs, slamming into you one more time, before he came. His cum painted your walls, filling your cunt. You squeezed yourself around his length as much as you could, milking every drop from him, eyes locked on his.

"One more round?" he asked, you let out a dry chuckle under him, but he wasn't joking.

✎ this did nawt come out as good as i wanted, but i really wanted to give you guys something for vday. sorry for any typos i will fix any mistakes when i get the time <3

-ciara💻

[r0tting-rat]

"Little pest."

Hi Magpie!!! Gift :> Just a lil thing for a very talented someone with an incredible au. Yeah I'm a huge simp for their alien boys what about it /silly

Pairing: Alien King!Eclipse (by @sleepymagpie-draws) x Gender Neutral Reader Warning: None, maybe just a bit ooc (sorry mags) Words: 4000+ Summary: You're bored and can't sleep. Thank god you have someone to annoy to pass the time <3 Heavily inspired by this ask/art!!! Literally died when I saw it he's so beautiful. Additional tags: TouchSTARVED reader. Starved as hell. Also fluff fluff fluff so much fluff. Magpie I love him can you tell. (Reminder everyone that the reader has techincally been kidnapped, but they're pretty chill about it dw)

Who said being kidnapped by aliens is a terrifying and horrible experience? It has already been months since Sun literally grabbed you and brought you with him, and you have yet to be put on a vivisectionist's table. In fact, all you have known since then are silky sheets, soft pillows, ornate plates of fresh fruits you have never seen before, and heavy pieces of jewelry that hang down your neck and rest fresh against your sternum. You live better than you used to back on Earth, spoiled rotten by three royals every single day of your dull life, sleeping in a bed three times the size of a human one, and with countless workers ready to be summoned at your every call. Although, you have to admit that you much prefer the attention of your “captors” compared to the one of their servants, feeling like their soft touches work like a relaxing balm on your mood. 

The one of the three brothers you see less is Eclipse, and even if you can bet your money on the fact that he must be constantly busy due to his duties as a king, you can’t help but wish you could spend more time with him, craving the way he gently scratches the top of your head with his claws whenever he manages to stop by and pay you a visit.

Rolling around in the soft sheets of the bed you are resting on, looking up at the dull ceiling, you feel like a pampered and neglected pet at the same time, left to the care of strangers who refuse to speak more than quick sentences to you, covered by precious gifts from head to toe and fed with silver spoons while also being locked alone in your quarters for hours without end. 

You complain, of course. To Sun, Moon, and anyone who’s willing to swing by and listen, really. You grumble and whine; you roll on your bed and do your best attempt at puppy eyes, but all the brothers do is laugh and caress your cheeks. There are rules—they say—rules that can’t be broken, and each time they remind you, you roll your eyes. They promised you books and games to pass the time, but as you wait for the shipment from Earth to arrive, you are left with nothing. You don’t understand the language of the heavy volumes collecting dust in the bookshelves of your room, and something tells you you wouldn’t enjoy reading them even if you did.

The part of the brothers’ visits you hate the most is when you see them stand up and prepare to leave, because you know that the very moment the door closes behind them, it locks, leaving you stuck in your room for hours. There’s no real keyhole in your door, so you can only guess how it works, but from what you have gathered so far, it seems like it’s semi-automatic but opens only when you’re coming in from the outside. Listening to Sun and Moon made you realize another thing as well: their rooms seem to be close to yours—maybe even adjacent—and the thought infuriates you. So close, and yet so far! Why do they so rarely visit you if they are so close by? Do they have other places to rest? Do they sleep at all? Are the bedrooms just for show? Drowning in questions, you decide that it’s time to break some rules, and when Eclipse finally stops by to visit you after dinner, you come up with a plan. 

The alien is so tall the tip of his crown brushes over the canopy of your bed as he leans over your draped form on the bed. He rests one of his hands on top of your head, brushing your hair back, and you look up at him with a pout.

“Finally decided to pay attention to me?” you say, swatting his hand away and sitting up. You know you’re being a brat, but if they so desire to treat you as a glorified pet, then you might as well show them the reality of owning one. From under his crown, which you consider more like a helmet or mask, you hear the disappointed clicking of his mandibles that translates through your magnetic ring with a soft cooing sound.

“Oh, my pet, are you feeling neglected?” he asks, coming back to gently run his claws through your hair. He loves to do it, and you love allowing him.

“I’m bored, Eclipse.” You have no qualms about calling him by his real name, ignoring any honorific everyone around keeps suggesting to you. “I’m bored, and it’s been almost a week since your last visit.”

You shift back on the bed a little so it doesn’t seem done on purpose, and you watch as the terrifyingly huge alien climbs on the disarranged covers to follow you. He never fully enters your personal space, always keeping enough room between the two of you to keep things “formal,” in a way, but you also noticed how he likes to have you at arm’s length. Every time you are in the same room as Eclipse, one of his four arms is always touching you, resting on your head or shoulder, tilting your chin up, sometimes even running his claws from the base of your spine to the nape of your neck just to see you shiver and glare at him.

“My apologies,” he says, and his words sound sincere, “I promise the shipment will arrive shortly; you’ll have your books in no time.”

“It’s not the books that I want, though,” you reply, leaning closer, and that causes Eclipse to slightly move back, like he’s scared you might end up too close to his face. “You kidnapped me, dragged me here, then proceeded to simply ignore me.”

You weren’t being ignored, of course. You were just acting dramatic so as to get what you wanted.

“I’m sure I do not need to remind you who of the three of us is the one at fault for your presence here. As I told you already, I’m afraid I cannot bring you with me while I work, pet,” Eclipse sighs, “After we expanded on your little planet, both Sun and Moon’s responsibilities and tasks have doubled as well. It has to be said, your fellow humans are quite rowdy.”

You turn your head away, pretending to look saddened by the news—nothing you hadn’t expected, of course, but still.

“Also, the thought of you roaming these halls alone makes us all uneasy,” he adds, “You could get lost, or someone could see you and be scared to the point of calling the guards on you. That’s why we must lock your door, my pet, to keep you safe.”

“Not because you think I might run away?” you question, eyebrows rising up with skepticism, and Eclipse purrs with amusement.

“Run off? And where to, silly?” he laughs, “You wouldn't even know how to leave this place, let alone return to your home planet.”

He’s right; running from them would have been stupid. Plus, you don’t really want to escape—not when you have two princes and a king spoiling you like that—you just need to leave that damned room for at least five minutes so as to not go mad! Is it too much to ask not to be subjected to psychological torture?

“Are you returning tomorrow morning?” you ask, hopeful, and Eclipse shakes his head. You groan, now seriously disappointed, and try not to lean too much into the touch of his hand caressing your cheek. The contact burns, like living embers, and you have to stifle a second groan. It’s been so long since you had some form of physical contact with a human, and something tells you it’s starting to take a toll on you, making you more compliant and demanding of attention. It could be due to the unfamiliar setting, which you simply can’t grow accustomed to despite how much you walk the perimeter of your large room, or the complete absence of familiar faces, but the cause of it doesn’t matter. All you know is that you need to be hugged, to be cuddled, to be held, and to be caressed. You’re touch starved, so hungry for it you could just throw yourself at Eclipse and cling on his neck until he relents and decides to sleep there with you or bring you to his room—either way, you’d get a full night of cuddles; too bad common decency stops you from hugging a king like a koala. 

“I have an important meeting in the morning, so I’m afraid not. I’m sure Sun and Moon might be able to clear their schedules in the afternoon, though, so don’t fret.”

His words are apologetic, but you feel as if they were said with the sole purpose of bringing you harm because they do nothing but hurt you. 

Eclipse leaves after a while of chatting, bringing all the warmth of the room with him, and you watch him from your spot on the edge of the bed as he walks towards the door. You’re on your back, head hanging down the bed, staring blankly at the heels of the king and mentally preparing your next move. You act fast. The door opens, Eclipse slips away, and right before it closes, you throw a pillow in the gap of the threshold. The noise of the pillow falling is soft and muffled, and Eclipse doesn’t seem to notice that the door hasn’t closed completely behind him; instead, he simply walks away in the white corridor outside your room, and you stare at your successful attempt with surprise. You actually did it! The door is still open, blocked by the red pillow, and you finally have access to the rest of the rooms. 

Carefully standing up from your bed, like afraid someone from outside could hear you, you make your way towards the exit and peek out, hoping not to be met with Eclipse’s disappointed masked face. When your eyes travel the length of the long corridor extending before you like a white snake, you find no sign of any alien, and a smile splits on your lips from ear to ear.

The idea of immediately beginning to explore is alluring, but you know better than to leave when it’s still so early. You must wait some time until you’re sure Eclipse must have already retreated to his room for the night, and then enact the second phase of your plan.

Once you’re finally sure enough time has passed since the king has wished you goodnight, you finally push fully open the door of your room, looking around once more to make sure the coast is clear. After that, you put the pillow back to stop the door just in case it couldn’t be opened from outside like you thought, and walk in the direction you’re almost sure Eclipse has taken. During your short trip, you notice the complete lack of furniture or wall decorations in the halls, mumbling to yourself about “rich people’s lack of taste,” occasionally finding a door and trying to open it with no success, and you’re just about to give up when you finally place your open palm against one tall frame and see it move at your gentle touch. 

You stare in disbelief at the room opening before you, large and barren at the same time, trying to understand who the place belongs to while lingering on the door sill. In the darkness you see thousands of books neatly arranged on tall bookshelves, with their colorful and ornate hard covers staring at you as if they’re aware you’re a stranger, and as you enter you notice many have a broken spine. Those books, you realize, have been well loved by someone, or maybe simply re-read dozens of times out of need. It doesn’t matter to you, because what you’re most interested in is the second door in a corner of the room, likely leading to the actual bedchambers. It seems like the initial area has been arranged to be used as an office, separated from the personal spaces, but if that isn’t the truth, then you might have simply stepped into a random library and made a fool of yourself in front of the books. The hair on the back of your neck is standing up, and the monkey part of your brain keeps screaming that there’s someone watching you, but the deeper you go in the quarters, the more you keep telling yourself that it’s just your imagination. Your bare feet leave a slight trail on the carpet in the middle of the room as you walk towards the second door. 

As expected, the second room is more similar to a bedroom, although it doesn’t seem to gain any form of personality compared to the office you just left, almost as if the owner of the room doesn’t spend too much time in it. It wouldn’t fit Sun to sleep into such a sterile and dark ambience, and you feel like Moon would also take some more care into creating a welcoming area for himself, so that leaves out only one of the three brothers. 

The size of the bed confirms your theory: you have ended up exactly in Eclipse’s room, and you’re face to face with his sleeping form. Or, at least you guess it must be him, considering how dark it is in that corner. The only source of light in the room is a large window kept almost entirely shut, not allowing a ray of starlight to enter, so you really can’t be sure of anything.

The canopy bed in front of you is enormous, of a deep burgundy color, and see-through curtains drape over it to hide the figure in the middle. As you study the fabrics with the tips of your fingers, testing the softness, you find yourself enamored by it, beginning to press your open palms in the covers and then your face. You breathe in the scent, delicate while also heavy in your nostrils, and recognize the amazing aroma Eclipse brings with him everywhere he goes. You have no idea if it’s his favorite perfume or simply his natural scent; all you know is that it reminds you of the time you fell asleep on the king’s cape while he stopped for a visit, and the morning after, you found it still draped over you like a heavy cloak.

With your face in the covers, you simply close your eyes and let the memory play in your mind, affection blooming in your chest and throat like a warm flower, not noticing the dark frame towering over you from behind. Eclipse, from the height of his 8 ft, looks down at you like you’re nothing but a silly rabbit caught in a trap, about to be served for dinner to a horde of hungry guests. 

“What exactly are you doing here, little pest?” he asks, and his deep growl makes you jump in the spot. When you turn around, your heart is racing, your eyes are wide open, and you feel more like prey than ever before in your life. As soon as you realize that Eclipse isn’t wearing his crown, you suddenly feel your blood pumping in your throat, and your cheeks grow warm at the sight of the red marks around his eyes and the dark color of his face sweetly mixing together, hypnotizing you for a second. All you can think of in that little head of yours is that the male should take off the helm more often so as to let his beautiful eyes see the light of day. 

It isn’t the first time you saw him without the headpiece; sometimes he takes it off after he comes back from a long meeting with his advisors, and the sight always strikes you like lightning.

Eclipse—it has to be said—is beautiful. Not only for the eyes, which are of a wonderful milky color that makes you feel as if they’re cursing you with some kind of magic, but also for his soft features, unfortunately hidden for most of the time. Did his citizens even know their king looked like that? Heavens, you suddenly remember why you’re so happy that you’ve been kidnapped.

Eclipse is wearing something similar to a robe that wraps around his torso while leaving his chest open, with long sleeves covering his four large arms, and everything is kept into place by a tie in the front. He must have been on his way to go to bed before you interrupted him.

“It is only polite to answer when a royal addresses you,” the alien angruily reminds you, and you suddenly realize you haven’t said a thing since he entered. 

“I just… I wanted, I was…” None of your sentences are making sense, so you swallow the lump in your throat and force your mind to clear itself of all the other distracting thoughts. “I just wanted to spend time with you, Eclipse.”

That sentence paired with some well-played puppy eyes is enough to make the alien sigh and relent, annoyed, probably too tired to argue with you after a long day of work.

“I don’t know how you left your room, but that’s unimportant now. You should return, it’s late,” he says, and you pout.

“Why can’t I sleep here?” you ask, and Eclipse looks down at you like you have grown a second head. 

“I have a meeting tomorrow morning. Have you forgotten?” he sounds incredulous, “I’ll wake up early.”

You shrug after fake-pondering for a second. You had already made your decision. 

“I don’t mind,” you reply with a small smile, “I sleep for the most part of the day anyway, so I’m well rested.”

Eclipse’s eyes turn into slits as he stares down at you, one pair of arms crossed over his chest and the other pair of fists on his hips. You can’t help but admire the dip of his collarbones as the fabric of his robe reveals more of him.

“You’re not going to take no for an answer, are you?” he sighs, and your smile widens as you see his resolve start to break. You shake your head, and Eclipse finally relents. “Fine, get on the bed already.”

With a smug expression, you jump on the soft covers, happy with your little win, and you watch from behind the see-through curtain the king as he walks back in his personal library and returns, a moment later, with a book in his hand. You turn around, curious, and realize that the frame you thought belonged to Eclipse was actually just a bunch of pillows stuffed under the covers. Had he put them there because he had heard you come in? That would explain why he was ready to jump on you the very moment you turned your back.

The king motions you to get under the covers, then parts the curtains to slip in himself. Your eyes don’t miss the way his tense frame relaxes once his body finally rests on the mattress, as if the dark red sheets weren’t made of fabric but rippling water of a warm spring. One of his hands wraps around you, caressing your back, and you take it as a sign you can scoot closer and lay your cheek on his chest. The contact is pleasant, sending a nice buzzing of emotions down your spine, and you find yourself leaning onto him more and more every second, warm face resting on a cold and hard exoskeleton with a sigh. His main pair of arms opens the book on a page in the middle, and, with his back against the headboard, he begins reading a book with pages covered in mysterious letters and signs.

You can’t help your curiosity, and the words slip out of your mouth even before you can stop them. You don’t want to bother him, but you crave to hear him talk to you some more. 

“What are you reading?” you ask, and Eclipse begins to smile.

“Fiction. After so many hours spent on documents, I need something to distract my mind.”

“I didn’t take you for the type,” you murmur, and your sentence makes him laugh.

“You just don’t know me enough, pet,” he almost purrs, and once again your face heats up. How can he say that as if it was nothing? You do want to know him more—in fact, you want to know everything about Eclipse. You want to know his favorite books, his favorite scents, what he does in the morning after waking up, and what he likes to eat. You want to ask about his childhood, you want to spend time with him and his brothers, you want to learn more about their culture and more about them as well. You want to be able to spend every second with the three of them, but you can’t, so you cherish the moment you have with Eclipse before you eventually fall asleep.

“That’s something we can always change,” you say, nuzzling closer to him and closing your eyes for a moment. You’re so close you can hear the pumping of his heart under his exoskeleton, and the sound of it is almost lulling you to sleep. “What’s the story about?”

“Ah, just a tale about two lovers,” he explains, “It’s tragic, but I can’t fall asleep without reading at least a chapter.”

“I hope it’s not too tragic,” you murmur, “It’d be sad if one died.”

“I must agree with you here,” Eclipse hugs you even closer. “They’re made for each other. If one were to pass away, I have no idea what the other would do.”

You feel cradled by the gentleness in his words, the emotion that you so rarely hear in them, like a hand caressing your cheek and tilting your face up. When you do open your eyes, you find Eclipse fondly looking down at you with a small smile.

“Keep going,” you mutter, fighting with your own heavy eyelids as you speak, “I wanna know about them…”

“Sleep, my dear pet,” Eclipse whispers instead, bending down to kiss the top of your head, “I’ll tell you more tomorrow.”

You don’t want tomorrow to come, you know you wouldn’t stand to see him wearing his crown and leave for the day. The thought is so painful you curl up into a ball and groan, and you stop only when a pair of strong arms hold you close to a hard chest, and you realize that Eclipse has fully slipped under the cover and is now gently hugging you, one hand on the nape of your neck, another burying its fingers in your hair, and the last two resting on your hips. Another kiss is placed on your forehead, and you swear you might just start boiling on the spot.

“What about your book?” you ask with a tired and groggy voice, wrapping yourself around Eclipse some more, like you’re afraid someone might come in and untangle you from him. 

“It’ll wait,” the king answers. 

“But you said you can’t sleep without reading…” Your eyes are closed again, and this time you feel like they might not open until morning.

“This can work as well.” 

You finally fall asleep cradled and hugged by Eclipse’s arms, uncaring of his hard shell being so different from any kind of fur or skin humans might find more comfortable, and when you do manage to sleep into your own world, you do it with a smile on your lips. You’re no longer afraid of turning around right after waking up and finding the bed empty and cold, not anymore, not when Eclipse is making up for all the lack of affection you had to endure. 

Next time, you’ll try to see if you can rope Sun and Moon into it too. It’d be nice to have a sleepover all together.

[aangelinakii]

A BREATH APART.

— kiss-blocked by a robin.

summary : ever since you'd been hired as bruce wayne's secretary, you'd always felt a tension between you. what happens when a moment comes so close, only to be taken away?

note : this is NAWT spicy but i tried to make the sexual tension very much there pls lmk if this could be baited as smut by the lead-up

working for bruce wayne was a dream; all you had to do was let him know when his meetings were, and apologise to the businessmen he was supposed to meet when he decided he didn't want to show up — an easy cycle.

your desk was posted right outside his office, a sort of gangway between the business world and... whatever he does in there.

and maybe it was the delusions talking, but you could swear there was something there — between you and bruce wayne, i mean.

apparently he was a womanizer — but aren't they all?

something felt different with bruce. something forbidden. something barely-there.

though you meant to or not, each time you dropped off a stack of papers to his desk, your fingers brushed feather-light against his, lingering for just a moment before you turned your back to hide your sheepish smile.

on countless occasions, in conference and board rooms, when the space was tight, he'd place a careful hand upon your waist or lower back, and squeeze past, uttering a soft apology. when you'd look up at his fleeting figure, dressed smartly in suit and tie, you're sure he'd glance back, but you'd never bring it up later; and that spot on your skin stayed fuzzy the rest of the meeting.

he'd even invited you to a few galas and balls, his hair gelled and sleek as ever, his jacket perfectly tailored to his shoulders — and, perhaps you were wrong, but each time you stepped out in your formal attire, dazzling but not show-stopping or over-the-top, bruce's eyebrows raised slightly, and a hand came to his chest momentarily, as if he were out of breath.

but he was bruce wayne.

you were his secretary.

there were many people he could go for, and you found it difficult to believe that he would go for you.

late into the evening, bruce had offered to have you round the manor whilst looking over some finer details in an agreement another company had sent over. they'd been trying to get bruce on-board for months now, and bruce kept declining; he didn't understand their aim, didn't understand what start-up he was supposed to be funding. but each time he got you to defer their offers over the phone, they'd give it a few weeks and then try again.

either they were badly desperate, or something was off with their terms.

you were sitting in a plush chair before bruce's desk in his home office, the old nature of it a start contrast to his work office, of which his desk sat small against thirty-foot windows, illuminating his back against the bustling city.

here, you could tell it was lived in; from the worn mahogany on certain edges of the desk, which otherwise was polished to a shine, to the crimson armchair in the corner beside a small little table, a stout glass shimmering with an unfinished liquer, telltale by the open bottle adjacent.

but bruce wasn't opposite you, no, although his presence felt increasingly strong.

mint-fresh breath fanned against the shell of your ear as you stared down at the papers sent to you by the small company requesting funding. it took the clench of your fist in your lap to force back the shiver that crept up your spine, knuckles whitening at the action.

one of his hands lay on the backrest of your chair, and you leaned forward over the papers so as to not recline into his warmth, of which radiated even through your clothes, as well as the rich oudy cologne he wore.

"i'm not sure what they think they're doing, really," his expensive voice came in your ear; he was the epitome of old money, even now as his word brushed against your skin.

in return, an airy chuckle came from your lips. with a shake of your head, you dared to turn around to look at him. "and it's the fact they're barely even a start-up, too—"

but your sentence cut short.

it seemed bruce hadn't been anticipating your sudden movement, for your nose whisped against his, causing the two of you to falter — but not move away.

his eyelids inched wider, lashes fluttering in surprise.

your knuckles paled as you gripped the arm of your chair; you swear his blue eyes flickered down, down to your lips.

you swear that, because that's what you did, too.

something sighed in the back of his throat, breathy, like he couldn't bear holding back anymore. just inch... a little bit... closer...

"BRUCE!"

knee jerking in surprise, a bang came as you hit it against the bottom of bruce's desk, who drew himself to his full height just as quickly. as pain shot up your nerves, you craned your neck around just as the door opened, revealing a dashing man with a strange similarity to bruce — raven black hair, although longer and more unkempt, and skintone more sun-kissed.

behind him a shorter boy, again with a likeness to your boss, was jumping into view behind his shoulder.

"dick? tim? what is the meaning of this?" bruce asked, clearing his throat momentarily to disguise his shock. he glanced back at you, but did not meet your gaze. "(name) and i are having a meeting."

as both pairs of eyes drifted to you, your lips pulled instinctively into a sheepish smile.

the taller boy at the front, carefully pulled the door to. "nevermind..." he muttered, turning away. "we can talk about it later; it wasn't that serious anyway." but there was a certain wariness that made your stomach squirm.

bruce turned around as if he didn't want to be alone with you again, and walked round his desk. "apologies," he sighed as he sat down before you. "my sons. there's always something going on in this house." he gave a light chuckle, though the way his mouth kept tugging itself softly to the side implied his attempt for comedy was to fill the silence.

oh, god...

so, his sons almost witnessed you two kiss. you — the secretary. he — the boss. bruce wayne.

but there was a silence, mostly induced by you, until you broke it with grabbing your bag by your feet. "you know what, bruce, should i just tell them no again? and that's the final word?"

bruce's lips parted as he watched you file the papers back in your bag, stunned, confused, aching for you to stay. he fumbled on his words before standing as you did. "yeah, yeah– sure. yeah..."

as you shouldered your bag, you stood before bruce, unsure what to say to him now the moment of tension had passed, and been broken so horribly.

"i'll– uh– see you tomorrow at the office, then, sir," you smiled.

before you turned, bruce's eyes flickered with something, but you were too quick, missing the emotion behind it.

work surely would be awkward tomorrow — unless you both woke up the next morning inwardly agreeing to never mention this again.

[prettiestofpisces]

juju watkins x gf!reader

synopsis: you happen to be juju’s girlfriend and lash tech

fluff✨blurb

｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

as juju’s six foot two form laid on your lash bed, you sat down in your swivel chair adjacent from the girls head.

to the right of you was your lash table which held all the materials you’d possibly need for judea.

“so how have you been baby?” you say swiftly playing with juju’s ears.

although you two were newly official, you both have such a tender spot for one another.

knowing each other, growing with each other since highschool, y’all were made incredibly close over the years.

sharing a kiss or two, prolonged cuddles… your relationship was beyond affection yet nothing contained a label at the time.

that was until senior year after learning you’d both be attending southern cal, juju decided to jump the gun. asking you to prom and later on to be her girlfriend

“mmm good…” she hums with her eyes closed.

“too many promotions, practices and flights.”

now your hands caress her cheeks yet you waited to respond.

“you just want some peace and quiet, i understand baby, keep talking to me if you’d like.”

you then alert juju you’re about to start and she, unknowingly yet conscious of something near her eyes, closed them tight without saying anymore.

you pumped a light foam soap over her lashes and began swirling it in, cleansing the hairs or anything foreign.

“what about you?” she spoke out suddenly.

“hm, well i’ve been busy with few clients, classes and missing you but!.. i watched you play kansas and saw you got roughed up” you giggled.

after said, game juju sported a subtle gash on her left cheek due to brutal play. juju never complained but you knew the mark bothered her.

“you can’t tell but i’m rolling my eyes” juju says with a wide smile, following with more banter.

you let out a final chuckle before rinsing off her eyes and proceeding.

after drying you lay tape down on her bottom lashes to secure them and a large piece for your markings and mapping.

“whispy cat eye right ju?”

“yeah ma” she responds so sweetly.

a minute passes as you’re finishing up writing little numbers across the tape you’ve placed and now you’re able to begin lashing.

pluck a singular extension, dip it in glue, place it on a single lash and wait. a simple process yet very demanding.

you hum along to the rnb tunes in the background, filling the silence and soon enough, you hear the subtle snores of the girl in front of you.

as time ticks, it’s been 45 minutes and you’re finished with the left eye moving over to her right.

Please sprout, offer me your tulips

On my fate

You gon' be my blessing tonight

So keep your eyes wide…

♫⋆｡♪ ₊˚♬ ﾟ.

and… you’re done.

slowly lifting the tape from jujus soft skin you crumble the pieces and toss them away. her sleeping form calm and content, you kiss her cheek to wake her.

“ju… baby, i’m finished” you whisper close to her ear. once her eyes flutter open you take it upon yourself to kiss her again, this time two pecks.

juju does a quick stretch of all her joints and crains her arm back hold your face against her own. turning her head to the right she embraces you both in a kiss, an oddly awkward perpendicular kiss but one with so much passion nonetheless.

after releasing, juju takes a deep breath and lets go of you all together.

“thank you” she draws out groggily. sliding off the table as you both stand up from your still positions. her tall lengthy frame towering over you like before.

juju looking rather seductive with her new stare. you stare up at her in return admiring you work, the lashes which accentuate her eyes so nicely, making your own dilate. you couldn’t help yourself.

“you’re so pretty” you squeal before juju pulls you into her chest ever so gently. loving the feeling of comfort you tighten the hug whilst still gazing at one another.

“what are you doing tonight?” your question filled with anticipation.

“staying here with you” juju harps, her blatant statement taking you by surprise yet you were more than okay with it.

“i love when you’re around.”

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and scene.

sorry i’ve been away, sigh..

just a sophomore in college what can i say however i hope you like this little blurb, its very rushed but i just wanted to post bc postings fun.

muah.

[cottonlemonade]

Payback

word count: 932 || avg. reading time: 4 mins.

pairing: university AU!Kyoutani x chubby!Reader

genre: fluffy-ish spice, established relationship

warnings: mdni, very suggestive

request: fluffy spice, 2.16 a.m. with boyfriend Kyoutani

It was very late and Kyoutani jumped a little when he heard the soft taps of your elaborate knock routine on his door. To be fair there was little need for secrecy. Mostly because his friend in the adjacent room was still playing games, evident by the occasional cursing he could clearly hear through the wall.

Earlier today on impulse Kyoutani had suggested you should come over to stay with him after finishing up at the library so you wouldn‘t have to go the whole way back to your dorm on the other side of campus. It was all in the name of safety, obviously, and only slightly motivated by the thought of having your warm body next to him in bed.

The previously mentioned friend very intentionally eavesdropped on this conversation and he had not let Kyoutani go before a lot of hollering and an equal amount of suggestive comments. But when the permanently scowling ace, who had driven away any potential roommate with his less than sunny predisposition, didn‘t reply to any of it, his friend had loudly concluded that Kyoutani was probably not a very good lover anyway and so he shouldn‘t assume that anything spicy would happen.

Your boyfriend frowned when he smelled the familiar scent of your shampoo as he opened the door to let you in.

“I thought ya were gonna come straight over.“ He couldn‘t suppress the pout in his voice. If you would have told him he would have walked you back to your dorm.

You smiled and stood on your tiptoes to wrap your arms around his neck when the door closed behind you.

“I know, I‘m sorry. But I had to get my Pyjamas, and a quick shower was too tempting and- are you mad?“

“Tch... no.“

“You sure?“

He was very glad that the darkness of his room masked the blush on his cheeks that usually appeared whenever you got affectionate with him - so, all the time.

His hands came to rest on your waist, giving your generous love handles a gentle squeeze when he finally returned your kisses. To be honest, he was fully intending to just have you tightly wrapped in his arms all night but the softness of your lips, the tantalizing smell of magnolia, and your body pressed against his all gave him a different idea. Still kissing you, he walked backward until he hit the bed. You pulled away and in the faint glow of the lanterns outside in the courtyard, he could see you smile and search his eyes in silent question.

He replied by sitting down at the foot of his bed, pulling you on top of him to straddle his lap. With fanned-out fingers, he held tight onto your pudgy thighs while you cupped his face to continue the kiss. With a quiet sigh, you brushed your tongue along his bottom lip and he readily opened his mouth for you. Once again you broke away but only to take off your shirt and toss it somewhere into a corner. His breathing stop for a moment.

You had to give him credit that he kept his eyes fixed on your face even with your breasts right in front of him, although his hands were a different matter entirely.

He leaned in to kiss you again, pulling you closer with every increasingly desperate noise. Sure enough, his breathing soon became shallower, his movements needier, grabbing you harder than before to get more friction between you. He ran his lips over your neck, letting one hand wander up your back to hold you in place while he dipped lower again, marking every bit of skin on your breasts he could reach.

You pushed him down onto the bed, careful not to lose contact while you made your way up to the headboard, shimmying out of your sweats. You were lying on your side now, enjoying the effect you had on your boyfriend. Your fingertips traced the veins in his arms and you sighed in contentment at the kisses he set on your shoulder and neck.

Considerably out of breath you decided to tease him and turned your back to him. Your delighted giggles told him it was safe to move in close and it wasn’t long before you felt him push against you. Smiling privately, you ground against him, pretending you were just shifting for comfort. But Kyoutani wasn’t having it. His large cold hands grabbed the inside of your thigh and lifted your leg to lay over his own, leaving you very exposed and very aware of what he was planning.

At first, his hand only ghosted over you, testing the waters to see if you would object. When you didn’t, he applied a bit more pressure, circling his thumb with alternating force against you. You didn’t even have time to get impatient. Kyoutani kissed and nibbled at your neck when he pushed your panties aside to pay you back for your teasing. He touched you for what felt like hours, slowing when he felt you were close and adding his second hand to play with your nipples to drive you insane.

No more cursing was coming from the room next door. When Kyoutani finally decided to let you cum, you put a hand over your mouth to muffle the sounds, not wanting to alert the entire floor to what was happening, but he, overcome by lust, defiance and what could only be classified as temporary insanity, pulled your hand away and murmured “Let him hear you.” while he smirked against your skin.

a/n: thank you to the anon who requested this prompt! No worries, you did it perfectly! ^^ I hope you enjoyed it 🌟

for requests see here

[bg3galore]

Sleeping headcanons

Wyll

-Will hum you a soft tune and rub shapes into your back, while you're settling down for the night.

-Would definitely tell you stories of his life growing up and about his dreams for the future, while you listen closely to his breathing; until you fall asleep.

-Always kisses your forehead before falling asleep.

-Chuckles softly to himself every time you fall asleep before him and will take it as an opportunity to watch your sweet face sleeping; wondering if you're dreaming and what about.

Karlach

-Is a loud snorer and a very deep sleeper

-The perfect cuddler, especially for a harsh winter night; that infernal engine will actually be put to a good cause- comforting the two of you from the prickle of ice, snow and cold alike.

-During the summer, she tends to smother you a bit so you have to squirm your way out of her hold a few times if you're to get any rest at all

-Gets particularly soft and vulnerable when you tuck her hair behind her ears and tell her every little thing you love about her; it makes her feel like her engine is going to combust on site- but in the best way possible.

Shadowheart

-Plays with your hair and enjoys it when you do too

-She always prays right before and right after sleeping and always mentions you in her prayers; she wants you to be safe and healthy forever and always.

-On rare nights that she does have a nightmare (not doubt featuring wolves) she'll reluctantly wake you up and want you to spoon her and comfort her tenderly with words or reassurance; she knows it's silly that they are just wild dogs with no table manners but they terrify her to her core.

-She takes a couple of hours to fall asleep, so in the meantime she likes to read, meditate and admire every inch of you while you sleep or chill in your shared bedroll; it reminds her how lucky and blessed she is everyday.

Gale

-Snores mildly on nights his orb is particularly vexing but will still insist on you cuddling up together; he will apologise for all the trouble he knows he causes although he knows he can't control his situation or habits.

-You have a nightly ritual where you'll lay adjacent to each other and get lost in each others eyes, which tends to lead Gale to slowly getting flustered and eventually crumbling and being very keen for some sleep- he can't control his love or actions in relation to you very well so having you looking at him like that really switches something in him.

-If you ever have trouble falling or staying asleep he'll cast a sleep spell on you to make sure you will get your well deserved rest, and watch over you for a little while just in case something should happen or change.

-On nights where he struggles to sleep and you have long been taken ahold by sleep, he'll wonder off to a quiet place on the other side of camp and quietly play with his magic.

Lae'zel

-She's the type to kick and move around a lot in her sleep, maybe even growl- although she has no memory or idea about it; she would be too proud to admit it willingly anyways.

-Very light sleeper, from as early as she can remember she never wants to give any potential enemies the upper hand so she applies this too to her sleep- she will be the one with a blade to their throat.

-Initially she's not a huge fan of the cuddling idea but once you've been together for a while she starts warming up to the idea of it, and will try it once everyone is asleep; she's full of a soft joy and ever so slightly god forbid drops her guard.

-Falls asleep very easily despite her guard being up so much, she has a lot of pent up rage, anxiety and just general exhaustion so this wears a toll on her body taking her completely out before you even realize it.

Astarion

-Is prone to frequent nightmares/reliving his past with the Szarr household, which causes him to jolt awake and sometimes cry or scream.

-Otherwise he's a quiet sleeper and a wonderful cuddler, he always wakes up in the same position he fell asleep in.

-His favorite sleeping position is to have his head directly on your chest so he can listen to your heartbeat, he finds it incredibly comforting and reassures him that he's not alone and won't ever have to be again- not at night, not in the day and certainly not against his demons.

-Takes a minimum of 4 hours to fall asleep especially if he's left alone with his thoughts; they eat at him with anxiety and doubt- so he tends to get to bed much earlier than everyone else in camp.

Halsin

-Only tends to snore if he's been in wild shape for too long

-Wonderful big spoon, also loves to hold you against his chest while you lay by the camp fire and watch the stars and reminisce on stories long past.

-Like Astarion he relives/has nightmares about some of his traumatic experiences from his youth but he's much more discreet about it and will do his best not to wake you up; and instead will go for a brief walk to clear his head and take in the scent of nature and all its bounties.

-Adores it when you nuzzle your face into his neck and will absolutely make you lay completely all over him so he can be closer to you; unless it embarrasses you of course.

[bachiras-toaster]

a masked monster : ̗̀➛

YUTA OKKOTSU x fem!reader ( x Toge Inumaki)

contents. smut, dubcon, use of cursed speech, reader has sex with yuta thinking it’s inumaki, alcohol consumption, not proof read

wc. 2.2k

sypnosis. yuta wants to have his way with inumaki’s girlfriend

Parties that involved alcohol were a mess.

Although, halloween parties that involved alcohol were an even bigger mess, because now, not only was your memory hazed with the vodka, you also couldn’t recognise anybody; nobody was wearing their regular outfits, and their faces were regularly covered by masks and glasses that accompanied their costumes.

You had trusted your boyfriend, Inumaki, to keep you safe as you downed more and more of the drinks that the homeowner had to offer their guests; and as you ingested more cups of booze, the hazy vision of your boyfriend's serial-killer mask became blurrier from a distance.

You became more erratic, more excited as you partied harder- It was getting easier to tire yourself out, and it wasn't long before you felt the aftereffects of being blackout drunk since you sensed that you had been stumbling through the corridors of the house, passing by what looked to be Megumi... Or was it Yuta? Their hair was almost the same, so how were you supposed to tell the difference? You could barely make out their face, so it was impossible to deduce.

Well, it must have been Megumi, because it certainly wasn't Yuta. The real Yuta, in fact, had been standing in an adjacent corner to Inumaki, who had given him his mask to hold while he helped to wheel more kegs of beer into the house with Yuji so that Maki could engage in a drinking competition with Todo. Although the guests at the party all seemed incredibly invested in the showdown that was about to commence between the two of them, Yuta couldn't care less, and to be honest, he seemed a little annoyed that Inumaki cared more about the contest than taking care of you.

Perhaps if Yuta had known that you told Inumaki not to constantly follow you around and take care of you, he would've been much more lenient with how he thought of him... Or maybe he wouldn't have. Of course, this is Yuta we're talking about. You had pleaded your boyfriend to just let you have fun and for him to just go off and do his own thing, so he must've just been following your orders.

However, Yuta saw it as an insult.

Maybe he thought himself to be some kind of knight in shining armour, one that would appear in times of distress when the prince was nowhere to be found. If Inumaki wasn't going to be there to help you, then that was fine. Yuta would jump into the ring to carry you to safety, just as he had always fantasised about in his little daydreams including you.

He had ascended the stairs, passing by people rushing to the living room to witness the drinking contest, essentially leaving him alone with the only other person on the second floor. Once he had concluded that nobody else was around, Yuta pulled Inumaki's serial-killer mask over his head and pulled his hood up to cover his scruffy-black hair before going off to search for you— Because you'd likely be more open to accept his help if you thought he was your boyfriend.

Of course, despite Yuta believing it obvious that he 100% deserved to be your boyfriend way more than Inumaki did, he knew that he just wasn't as close to you as he would've liked to be. You didn't trust him, you didn't like walking alone with him, and you'd much rather spend time with Inumaki than Yuta. In your head, it's no surprise. Why would you ever prefer to spend time with your boyfriend's best friend? However, Yuta couldn't help but feel a little let down by the constant rejections.

To one of the bedrooms, Yuta pushed the door open to just about see you stumble in front of one of the beds. You were very-much awake, yet still clearly drunk, as you fell to your knees, attempting to grip the bedsheets to pull you up, only to bring the blankets down with you in your descent. Once you had fallen on your back, you stared up at the door, which you had heard open, and greeted the person entering with a wide grin.

"Toge!" You beamed brightly upon viewing the masked man, immediately flipping yourself over so you were on your hands and knees. "I'm glad you got my message!— I was afraid you would've had your phone on silent... I could only send one before my cell died." You grinned, tossing your battery-absent phone in front of you.

A message? Yuta's brain whirred as he thought to himself. If she had sent Inumaki a message, then it could be likely that he would come looking for her soon— Assuming that he wasn't still pre-occupied with the drinking competition.

Yuta closed and locked the door behind him for safekeeping, and he reached for your phone to put it safely away on the nightstand.

He had knelt in front of you when he pulled the phone away from your grasp to put away, and you immediately took control of the situation by grabbing him by the hoodie.

"Don't come down to the floor with me. Bring me up to the bed!" You demanded. "I messaged you telling you to ravish me- The least you could do was do it somewhere comfortable!"

Yuta's cock immediately twitched in his pants.

Oh, he was burdened with such a glorious opportunity.

For some reason, there wasn't an ounce of guilt that came to him when he had hoisted you up onto the mattress, pulling your pants down in a swift tug to reveal yourself in your slick-coated panties. When your pants had fallen down to your ankles, you kicked them away so you had only been left in your top and underwear, opening your legs so that Yuta could be met with your needy, clothed cunt.

"Fuck, look at me, baby..." You whined, your own fingers teasing at the hem of your top. "I need you so bad, you don't understand..."

You wrapped your legs around his waist to force him closer towards you, desperate to feel more of him a you grinded against the crotch of his jeans.

"It's not fair... Before Maki went downstairs, she and Noba' got to do it in the bathroom..." You frowned, weakly lifting up your own shirt—causing Yuta to assist you in the action to reveal your breasts that were squashed together through the use of your push-up bra. "I heard them... And Noba' was telling me about it afterwards too! I wanna do it with my boyfriend at a party as well."

Yuta's face was almost bright red behind the mask he was wearing, though it didn't seem to deter him from what he was doing. As you continued to whine and fiddle at the fly of his jeans, the more that he felt that he really couldn't help himself. Any person with the same amount of love in his heart for you would've done the same... Nobody could have made him feel guilty for gently fishing his cock from his pants and aligning it with your aching pussy.

"Aw—Ngh! T-Toge-!" You babbled as his hips thrust into you at a steady pace. His hands were tightly latched onto your plush thighs, his thumbs gripping your flesh so hard that he may as well have left dents in your skin.

The way you mewled his best friends name was certainly a turn-off for him, but it wasn't like it had been something he could at all change. He certainly wished that it was his name that you were calling as the tip of his cock slid in and out of you, but there was nothing much that he could do without exposing himself and revealing his dark pervertedness. So for his own, pure benefit- and the fact that he couldn't stans you moan Inumaki's name one more time, his hand reached towards your lips, sticking both his middle and ring finger deep into your mouth.

Instead of rejected this gesture, you just licked around his digits, sucking the length of his fingers as if it had been something you had done before with your boyfriend. The way you whimpered around his fingers caused saliva to drip down the corners of your lips- an action which had only sped up the harder Yuta's thrusts became. You had sucked on his fingers like it was a pacifier, which only made him want to press his fingertips deeper into that pretty, little mouth of yours. You looked beautiful sprawled out onto the bed beneath him, licking him while taking his dick like a good girl.

Yuta was so close, he could feel his climax building up- and the squeezing of you around his length certainly did not help his desperation. Your legs had began to shake and you were instinctively rubbing at the sensation pooling between your thighs, babbling on about how "it feels so good" and how "nobody does it like you, Toge".

"—Toge—" You whined out, Yuta's fingers still in your mouth, your back arching as the pleasure hit your g-spot over and over again. More spit had leaked from your mouth as you went to speak again, and your indication of wanting to talk caused Yuta to retract his fingers and look at you with open ears.

"—C'mere—" You beckoned, holding one of your hands up to cup the side of his face. "I— Wanna kiss you..."

Your thumb hooked the edge of his mask, which immediately made his heart pound. Yuta had slown his thrusts down immensely and grabbed you by the wrist to prevent you from lifting up the mask. This action had only entailed more confusion from your part.

"...Please..." You begged. "Please— I'm so close, just... Let me kiss you..." You pleaded, leaning up to prepare yourself for an embrace from him.

He didn't want his identity to be revealed to you- which was something that would most definitely if you saw that he didn't possess the seal of the Inumaki clan around his mouth. It was something that would have been an immediate, dead give away- which is why his heart practically dropped when your other hand had reached up to tug at the bottom of his mask instead.

However, Yuta had reacted quickly. Using his own technique of mimicry, he had swiftly copied the technique of cursed speech- one that had been possessed by Inumaki himself; and in copying such an ability, the snake and fangs tattoos had generated on his tongue and cheeks.

Yuta had leant back a bit so you were only able to pull the bottom half of his mask off, but you seemed satisfied with it either way. All it took was to see the very same Inumaki clan-tattooed lips that you kissed every day to make you understand that you truly must have been in safe hands.

Noticing that you had no intention of pulling the mask up any more than you had, he grabbed both of your hands and pulled them into his, leaning down so he was pinning both of your palms firmly onto the bed so that you wouldn't attempt to unmask him again. With the part of his face that he was revealing, he engulfed you in a desperate, sloppy kiss- accompanied by the continuous pumps of his own cock into you. The way you moaned into his mouth feasted at his own pleasure, and the way he could feel your heaving chest press right up against his was even more thrilling.

Though, in the sheer heat off things, Yuta could sense that the mask was beginning to slip off in the midst of the moment. He didn't want to stop now, especially since he was seconds away from finishing, but the mask was becoming dangerously close to falling off and revealing who it truly was behind there. Perhaps it was because you had lifted it to reveal his mouth to you, but as he continued kissing you, the felt the plastic steadily retract from his face. You must've sensed it too, because your eyes had opened just the tiniest amount, probably in the hopes to see the face of your boyfriend.

It was a shame that he had to do this, especially since you hadnt seemed to reach your high yet- he supposed that he would just need to finish without you. Yuta pulled away from the kiss for just a split-second, a trail of saliva still connecting the two of your lips as he initiated Inumaki's technique.

"Sleep."

Your body went limp as it was put to rest almost instantly, and it was then thay Yuta felt his cock burst with pleasure, pulling out to shoot the ropes of thick cum across your softly breathing stomach.

Fuck.

[hazyange1s]

WIP Tag Game

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Currently, writing is an uphill battle for me 😭 this is the longest I’ve gone without being able to find any sort of ~ flow ~ but we’re trying to power through lmao

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some very expected angst from part 2 of enshrouded (I posted the first part in the SUMMER good lord) — warning for suggestive dialogue:

His expression betrayed pain, thick brows furrowing as he swiped at the rain trickling into his eyes. “Can you really tell me that you didn’t wonder, even for a moment? That not a single part of you recognized me in any way?”

No reply came. She opened and closed her mouth, tasting bitter rain as her teeth worried at the kiss-swollen flesh of her lower lip.

Now that she was thinking about it…the signs were there: his dancing, his toast; as they’d done many times in their Hogwarts days at the Three Broomsticks, the cologne he still seemed to favor.

Even (and especially) his eyes, which had always spoken more than words could express alone, and the way he moved when they were —

It seemed old habits really did die hard.

”I wish I had realized sooner. Then we both wouldn’t have wasted a perfectly good night.”

Sebastian smiled in that lopsided way of his, like a cat that got the cream. “I’d hardly say it went to waste. You always did enjoy yourself when we were together, and… well, it seems i haven’t lost my touch.”

“I — you —“ she sputtered. “You certainly haven’t lost your touch for mucking everything up, either.”

That wiped the grin off of his stupid, smug face. Sebastian sighed, watching a carriage roll over the uneven street as a streak of lightning illuminated the crease he’d earned between his brows over the years. “So, that’s it, then? Three years apart and a night in bed together haven’t softened your heart towards me?”

If anything, it had only hardened.

Her throat constricted, and her answer came out choked and pathetic and wrong. “Where you’re concerned, I’m not sure I have a heart anymore.”

And to prove it, she stood several steps backwards, turned on her heel, and Disapparated on the spot with a soft crack that echoed through the desolate streets.

And now we check in with Incendiary Seb, who is — coincidentally — also not having a good time. I might change this chapter completely idek 😩

Sebastian had a plan. Several, in fact — although they were less carefully constructed strategies and more spur of the moment strokes of madness.

Plan A was to slip Veritaserum in the wine and pumpkin juice from the kitchens, but he crossed that off the list upon realizing he could hardly interrogate everyone in the Hall at once.

Plan B: find one of the remaining Ashwinder hideouts and interrogate them. He really hoped he wouldn’t have to resort to this one, as he rather preferred his head attached to his body, so —

Plan C brought him to Ominis.

“I have a question,” he caught up to the blonde on their way to Defense class.

“I probably have an answer, but that doesn’t mean I’ll give it to you.” Ominis snipped.

Sebastian barreled on anyway, speaking in hushed tones. “Your family knows people. Do they know, say, any… mercenaries? Assassins? Private investigators willing to get their hands dirty, even?”

Ominis’s lip curled up into a sneer. He stopped in his tracks, nearly causing Sebastian to run right into him.

“I’m going to walk away now and pretend you never said that.”

In all fairness, asking Ominis to be accessory-adjacent to another murder probably hadn’t been his best idea, either. But as the days grew shorter, so did Sebastian’s limited patience as November hurried on, each X on his calendar a reminder of the looming deadline.

Eventually, his ideas ran out, and Plan B it was. In the encyclopedia of Sebastian’s Dumbest Decisions Ever Made, this one might be in the top three — and that was saying something.

[ajwrks]

—Time Off

DJD x gn! human reader

when the DJD decide to take a break from their hectic lives running to capture off putting decepticons and settle down at a lounge, nestled quietly within the corner of the planet they’ve landed on— a place of solace. of course, the readers presence there draws them in. 

this was so much fun to write omg

characters included: tarn, helex, & tesarus | word count: 1.4k

TARN

tarn is a very well respected figure amongst the many regulars who come into the lounge, in this sanctuary of warmth, settled outside away from the bustling city that’s notable for its inclusive status— especially for the many species in the universe. 

naturally, tarn has his own designated space for him and only him as he sits calmly with his strong stature, man spreading with his helm cradled in the palm of his servo. as uninterested as he appeared to be, he was very much entertained. the smooth melodies blending seamlessly with the low murmur of conversation— although, his optics were very, specifically trained on a certain individual that piqued his interest. 

you on the other hand, couldn’t shake the feeling of someone intently watching you. every moment you could get, you were turning your head to peer right back at the large mech isolated from the rest, and someone like you? you weren’t afraid to back down from anything, despite how intimidating he may have looked… 

downing your glass with the remaining liquid, you slither your way through the crowds of people just to get to him. the closer you got, the more you could take in his appearance. his face was partially obscured by a mask and burning eyes that exuded a chilling sense of authority. he straightened almost immediately at your approaching figure. 

“i was wondering when you’d come,” his words roll off his glossa in a way that almost seems jesting. “why don’t you sit?” he gestures towards the painfully vacant lounge chair adjacent to him and the smaller looking table. you say nothing but display a sly grin as you get yourself comfortable. 

“how could i not come?” you quip, studying the movements of his digits shuffling through playing cards. tarn hums questioningly at your remark. 

“and why do you say that?” tarn smiled through his words. It may have not been apparent to the visible eye, but you could definitely hear it. 

“because it seems like you have a staring problem,” you scoffed, unamused. unresponsive, tarn deals out a couple of cards to you before those same ruby optics glance at your face once more. 

“perhaps i do,” a gravelly chuckle slips from the mouth slit of his mask. “i hope you know how to play?” he then asks. you give a firm nod of your head as you lean in. 

“what’s your name?” you inquired, voice barely above a whisper due to how close in proximity you two were. 

“If you choose to stay for a while, only then, i’ll tell you.” 

HELEX

helex wanted no part of a mixed array of spirits lingering in the lounge. he tried, but to no avail he didn’t last long in a setting such as that one. 

casually leaning on the stone wall, a little distance away from the entrance doors. the air was brisk, a cool breeze tugging on the edges of his plating. helex didn’t mind the chill, in fact he was almost thankful for it. 

he was told by tarn to relish this moment, for it was one of the very few times he’ll get a chance to experience pleasures by himself or simply have fun. helex grumbled upon the resurfacing thought, his helm lulling backwards onto the sturdy wall behind him. all four of his arms crossing over his frame. 

the abrupt noise of doors bursting open stirred him as he snapped his helm to the sound of origin. you emerge from the busy building, huffing out heavy breaths as your shoulders sagged. muttering a curse as you look off into the empty streets— besides the small amount of people currently out at this hour. 

helex remained silent as he carefully watched you, watching as you calmed yourself in the dead of night. 

“what could possibly be wrong with a little thing like you?” helex finally speaks. you jolt into high alert, a cold shiver racing down your spine as your eyes settle on his monstrous frame. he was towering and easily intimidating at first glance. he was heavily built and especially bulky. did you forget to mention he had four arms? his glinting smelting chamber stared right back at you, swallowing harshly you reluctantly meet his piercing gaze. helex’s expression was unwavering. 

“i just needed some air. that’s all,” you settle on that, never once peeling your line of sight away from his, something crawling at the back of your head told you not to. his optics rake over your entire face, mumbling something you couldn’t quite catch. 

“somethings tellin’ me you aren’t giving me the truth,” he breathes out, removing his body weight from up off the wall. you look away, unease settling in the pit of your stomach. truth was, you fell victim to your friends’ constant nagging of getting you to tag along. the amount of people was just… a bit overwhelming. 

“just a bit overwhelmed—” you pause, taking notice of how close he was than before. 

“you want to go do something else?” he says absentmindedly, using his digit to pick in between his denta. 

“i’m sorry?” you looked at him, bemused.

“i said, do you want to go do something else with me? since you obviously don’t want to be here, and neither do i," he shrugged his shoulders, looking down at you, patiently awaiting your answer. you never concluded that your night would be spent with a daunting cybertronian who somehow didn’t mean any harm at all. it couldn’t hurt, right?

“sure. i don’t mind,” you relent with a smile tugging at the corners of your lips, looking back up at him. he smirks at your answer.

“good choice.” 

TESARUS

your current situation was quite peculiar indeed… some random person (non organic) happens to come up to you asking to go against you in… bowling. the lounge was also infamous for its striking addition of having a bowling alley inside of the establishment. 

tesarus didn’t have the faintest clue on what to do during his flitting time here on the planet, but seeing you? oh you alone presented an opportunity he couldn’t pass up

tesarus gets bored very easily, so small talk wouldn’t be his thing— he has to actively be doing something in the process, and what better idea than offering to take you bowling? 

he was shockingly very short and curt with you, occasionally muttering things to himself, and even aimlessly wandering with his optics. it wasn’t possibly in you to decline such an offer since you weren’t doing much of anything anyway… 

his appearance took you by surprise when he first popped up in your face. his face was adorned with a distinct X— that angular face plating wasn’t even the start of his physical intimidation. he had a giant grinder placed in his abdomen? (you tried your very hardest to ignore that feature of him) 

this part of the lounge was fairly lively, with the rhythmic clatter of pins tumbling down, the profound clink of bowling balls speeding down the polished lanes. it was a place of easy energy and casual competition (not so much casual for tesarus) 

“what the fuck? tesarus you took my turn!” you scold him with a drink in your hand that you just purchased, and he purposely sent your ball into the gutter too. he looked up at you trying to act clueless.

“huh,” he peers up at the screen above, your name was highlighted to indicate it was your turn. his attention shifted right back to you with a shit eating grin. “sorry. i didn’t know.” 

“whatever. move!” you shove past him angrily. holding the bowling ball firmly as your fingers fit snugly in the holes. leaning forward, eyes fixed on the pins at the end. it was your turn to grin as you watched the ball skid across the slick wood, effortlessly knocking down all ten pins simultaneously, earning you a strike. you were a couple of points ahead of tesarus (only because he took your turn 💔) tesarus sucks his denta at his failed plan. “that’s four,” you tease, turning to glance at the mech as you flaunted off your number of strikes.

“i don’t care,” he deadpans, walking up to grab his own that was comically large to accommodate his servos. he took a couple of quick steps— overexaggerating his movements as he sent the ball hurtling down the expanse of the lane, unexpectedly, the ball veers off and lands into the gutter. your head reels back as you laugh hysterically. 

“hey tesarus! i think you just missed all the pins entirely!” you guffawed. tesarus turned to you as he went back to muttering a bunch of nonsense underneath his breath. 

“that was a warm up.” he replied.

“how many warm ups do you need?!” 

[homelanderbutbig]

The Feeling Of Love (G/T Homelander x Reader)

1554 words. Pure fluff. Homelander is 8 feet tall. Reader is non-descriptive. Established relationship.

You give Homelander's hands a once-over.

It's been a stressful afternoon at the penthouse. Homelander has been sitting in silence while he intently watches the television, tapping his index finger impatiently on the couch's armrest. The voice of Victoria Neuman reverberates through his ears, as she has yet another rally rattling on about the dangers of Compound V. She spares no expense with her pot-shots at Vought, and the formidable power that Homelander possesses as the world's strongest supe. His face twitches from his growing anger, hearing her compare him to the biblical warrior Goliath, a giant inhuman monster that must be taken down by David… by the people of New York.

And to top it all off, Stan Edgar has forbidden him from interfering. They knew about this televised assault in advance, but the board insisted he make no appearances until his PR team has a chance to formulate an appropriate response for him. Instead, he is forced to sit and watch like a dog held back from doing its only purpose, and correcting these mudpeople from harming its 'masters'.

Suddenly, Homelander hears your familiar heartbeat coming out of the elevator and into the living room. Although he usually enthusiastically greets your arrival, he doesn't even tilt his head to look at you right now. But it doesn't take some Sherlock-level detective work from you to tell that he is pretty on edge about something.

"Hi hun," you say, as cheerily as you always are, the only real constant positive in his life. "Whatcha watching?" you enquire while you hop onto the couch cushion to the right of him.

"Press conference," he states bluntly, barely acknowledging you as he refuses to tear his eyes off the screen.

"Can I watch with you?" you ask. He finally glares down at you, slightly annoyed that he can't engross himself in these attacks against his character in peace, but he can't stay mad at your innocent expression.

"…Fine," he relents, sighing under his breath. "Just… be quiet if you're going to stay."

"My lips are sealed," you promise, beaming up at him as you make the motion of zipping your mouth closed. He rolls his eyes at your child-like theatrics before refocusing himself to the broadcast, earning a giggle from you in return.

After a couple minutes of hushed viewing, you're starting to feel a tad bored. Victoria's speech isn't very interesting to you; all of the political jargon flies over your head. However, Homelander wears his heart on his sleeve, even if he'd never admit it. Just a glimpse up at his face is enough for you to see the rage bubbling up to the surface. His uncontrollable twitching and fidgeting are failing to keep his emotions in check.

When he's in this kind of mood, he can be a bit stubborn to accept some relief, especially when it's offered to him. He wants to keep stewing in his frustration, and be alone to sink further into his own hostile thoughts. Smiling to yourself, you have an idea on how to keep yourself silently occupied and quell Homelander's fury all in one fell swoop.

Slowly, you reach over and place your hand on top of his right one, which is clenched into a tight fist. You completely catch him off guard as you lightly stroke his knuckles with your thumb, rubbing the leather of his glove. He gazes at you through his side-eye, but quickly looks away when you angle your head up at him. You can't help smiling at how he fights his inner yearning to give in to your love, trying his best to be coy and not let you spot him sneaking glances.

His fist gradually begins to relax from your tender caresses, until it's laid flat on the couch cushion. Now you can initiate phase two. With both of your hands, you methodically pull his glove off and place it on the adjacent cushion. Although Homelander still won't directly look at you, you can see that his body has completely tensed from your actions. And yet he still doesn't stop you, and waits noiselessly for you to make the first move.

With the utmost care, you start exploring his hand. The entire length of your own hand fits into just his palm, and even then it is still larger. Hell, practically any of his digits are taller than your hand. His fingers are long and slender, nails well-manicured. His skin is immaculate, as smooth as polished marble and without a callus or scar in sight. He has Compound V to thank for that, whether he'd like to or not.

Running your fingers along his skin has the exact effect you were hoping for, as you feel the tension and displeasure drain from his body. He's let his limb go deadweight, permitting you to pick his hand up to rest it on your lap. Luckily it's considerably light compared to the rest of his body mass, weighing only a few pounds on your thighs. It's still massive enough that it takes up more space than your lap allows, but that's never really been a point of concern. You lay his hand facing palm-up, and start tracing the lines with your index finger. Each crease tells its own tale, of a life marred with insurmountable pain and the longing to be appreciated despite its many faults.

At first he tries to continue ignoring you, but he finds it impossible to focus on the television anymore. Feeling your kind touches is awakening his deep-seated desire for affection, buried within his subconscious. The need to immerse himself in unconditional love, which you are currently doling out in spades.

From now on, Homelander's eyes are solely fixated on you.

"Y'know, I never realized how big your hands are," you remark, flipping his hand over so you can splay your palm on the back of his hand for comparison.

He swallows hard at your comment. Of course his hands are big, he thinks to himself. They're gigantic, just like the rest of him. They're freakish instruments designed to kill, maim and destroy. Even when he was a child in the lab, the scientists would flinch in fear when he would dare reach his hands over to them. He was forbidden to lay a finger on them, lest he break their fragile human bones.

He was forbidden to touch them, or be touched by them.

"But you know what else?" you continue, inadvertently cutting off his spiraling train of thought. "That's what makes them special. They're soft, and warm, and gentle too," you add, lifting his hand up to kiss his knuckle. "They're perfect, just like you."

Your words are so earnest, so heartfelt, that he can't stop the tears from welling up in his eyes. Homelander wishes his brain could connect with his mouth so he could say something, any words at all. Everything in his mind is so jumbled, so thick in a jungle of murkiness that he can barely process the barrage of memories seeping in and out of his psyche.

He would be in a state of overwhelm right now, except for the one thing bringing him back down to reality, cracking through the armour his trauma wears to shield itself from healing. And it's not even anything grandiose. It's just you. You and a simple touch to his ungloved hand. The feeling of your skin on his skin, the feeling of acceptance… the feeling of love.

As he cannot find it in himself to speak, he does the only thing he can think of and offers you his left hand. You waste no time removing that glove as well, and allow him to return the favour by engulfing your hand in his hold. It might seem intimidating to anyone else, but you aren't afraid, you know he would never hurt you. The level of precision Homelander has over his strength is something he's honed over the years, as the amount of politicians that he's had to shake hands with over his tenure at Vought has made handling human hands basically child's play. But it's not the same currently; it's a trade-off of trust.

This moment is about the trust you give him, and the trust he now gives back to you.

Delicately, he wraps his right arm around you and pulls you in closer. Your body slots so perfectly into the side of his abdomen, it's almost like you were always meant to be there, right next to him. You make him feel things he never expected to experience. You embrace his vulnerabilities without a second thought. You care, because you love him.

"Why don't we watch something else? Maybe one of your movies?" you suggest.

Your question brings a smile to his face; you know he's never been one to miss an opportunity to show off his accomplishments. He relinquishes your hand from his grasp, only briefly, to change the channel to one of his personal favourites: 'Homelander: Rise of a Hero'.

The rest of the afternoon is spent watching the movie, cuddling with Homelander, and him making the occasional declaration about how well his acting is in certain scenes. Your secret mission is a success, as Victoria Neuman's rally against him has been totally forgotten. And all it took was for you to hold his hand.

[nasturtium-palace]

I know everyone and their mom already did a forbidden Jay design but let me cook.

So I actually payed really close attention to the leaked image and I'm very happy about the belt looking purple adjacent, any purple in a Jay design is very welcome, and while I love the "evil jay" outfit and I generally love yellow, I am happy about it not being there, thumbs up

I tried to be as close to the leaked image, but I did go with some design expression. I couldn't just make the swords the only gold thing in the design, so I added some gold detailing. Although from the blurry image, idk, there might be something there.

The thing that is most my design expression is probably the pants? Like, in the image they look to be about the same color as the arms, but well, can't have no contrast on the pants! How could you, designers! (maybe it'll look fine on the minifigure idk)

Also yeah I just drew his face, I won't draw a mask, no sir, I love Jay's face too much c:

As for the brown fabric, it probably has more patterns, but if there's one thing I don't do, it's patterns.

[bring-backup-99]

They Will Not See

Read on AO3

Am I in a bad way about Season 3 and the finale? Yes.

PAIRING: tech x fem reader

SUMMARY: You spend a sweet, unexpected night in bed with Tech.

WORDS COUNT: 1274

RATING + WARNINGS: 18+, spicy, porn with minimal plot, PiV

NOTES: This is installment eighteen of my reverse harem “Bad Choices” smutlet series on Ao3, but I think it’s also a sweet, intimate stand-alone Tech story. And I do love Tech losing a little of his control, especially since he’s kind of Dom in the series.

Although it’s written in second person, my heroine has a very established relationship with the Batch.

Tech watches you sleep. This is a recent development.

Usually, he would disentangle himself and leave the bed as soon as you drifted off, staying that long only because he knows you enjoy not falling asleep alone. He has spent his entire life sleeping in close proximity to one or more people, so he understands the general idea that this might be comforting. Tech can fall asleep anywhere, under almost any conditions. He has never accidentally fallen asleep, at least not since he was a cadet, but, when circumstances allow, he can just pass out. He overheard someone on an extended mission refer to him as the king of the power nap, which he took as a compliment.

You have always rested on Tech in casual moments; physical contact clearly being one of the ways you show affection. Touch has never been important to Tech. He has never had the need to show anyone affection or have it shown to him. In his life, he has categorized touch as negative or neutral. The addition of sex as physical intimacy has expanded the categories slightly. The touch associated with sex is usually positive. He certainly enjoys the physical sensations he experiences during sexual activities, and he understands that touch pre- and post- said activities is something you need, but it was not something he previously thought about for himself.

With the regular addition of multiple partners to your intimate activities, and their own needs for your attention, the idle time you spend with him has diminished, and, to his surprise, he misses that. He also finds that when he returns to the bedroom and sees you sleeping intertwined with someone, there is an unfamiliar feeling present. He wouldn’t call it jealousy, because he has never previously experienced that emotion, but he might acknowledge that it could be adjacent to that on an emotional spectrum.

So, he watches you, considering, then he puts down his datapad and stays next to you, your head resting on his shoulder. After a few minutes, your body fully turns and presses to him, your arm on his chest. He decides this is not a neutral touch and recategorizes it as positive, and then he falls asleep.

*

You are dreaming. Tech is kissing your neck, and his hand is cradling your head. He’s whispering soft words to you as he nuzzles your ear. You don’t understand what he is saying, but you can tell that the words are sweet.

For a moment, you feel bad; this must be Wrecker or maybe Hunter, but you refuse to wake up, instead basking in the gentle touch of someone who rarely touches you gently. You don’t remember either of them being there, but Tech doesn’t stay in bed with you.

Dream Tech kisses you, pressing his lips to yours before you open your mouth to him and wrap your arms around his shoulders. You hear your name whispered with such a tone that your whole body shivers.

A knee nudges between your legs, parting them slightly, and then another spreads you open, and his body is flush to your own. A strong arm nestles to one side of your head, and you finally open your eyes, ready to let the dream go, to stop this nighttime lover before it goes too far. But it’s still Tech above you, his eyes partly closed, and you feel an unexpected excitement and warmth course through your body. You pull his face down to yours to kiss him more, your fingertips running through his short hair, against the strap that keeps his goggles a permanent part of his face, like Wrecker’s scar and Hunter and Crosshair’s tattoos.

As he begins to slide into you, you softly cry out his name into his ear. He stops for a moment, as if confused, and you wonder if he thought he was dreaming as well. At least it was your name he called out. His eyes are fully open now, looking at you. You smile and tip your hips up to encourage him to continue. Another moment passes and then he is buried inside you.

He’s moving slowly, almost hesitant. It’s been a long time since someone was in your bed who could initiate the dreamy fun of middle-of-the-night sex, and maybe Tech has never done this at all, considering he rarely even falls asleep in your bed. Would he have slept in others’?

But it feels so good. So nice. So satisfying. His body is against yours, his strokes long and careful, and when he fills you, he presses in just a little more, and you murmur at the pleasure of it. You could do this all night, whispering encouragement in his ear, telling him how you never want this to stop, how good it feels. You squeeze yourself around his cock, gratified to hear him make a small sound of satisfaction, moving your hips to meet him. Your arms wrap around him, feeling those strong muscles in his back, feeling his ass tighten as he pushes into you.

He’s different, his breath catching more right now than when he is pounding into you. He hooks your leg over his arm, finding an angle to be deeper into you. He stays like this, rolling his hips against you as you moan in ecstasy.

Eventually, he has to stop, holding himself still as he tries to control himself, but you can tell he’s close. You move under him, tightening around him in tantalizing pulses, pressing him into you, not letting him collect himself enough to halt his body.

“Wait,” he whispers to you. “I will finish too soon.”

“No,” you answer. “I want you to come.” You keep moving against him, feeling his resolve giving way.

“But you…you have not…”

“It’s okay. This feels so good. I don’t want to change it. Come in me like this.” And you want him to lose a little of his usual control. He looks into your eyes before giving in.

His pace picks up slightly, as you push against him, your fingers raking along his back, your teeth finding his shoulder. His lips are to yours, muffling his moan as he starts to come, pumping inside of you.

You cry out in shared bliss, holding him tight, your legs wrapped around his, riding every wave, until his face is nuzzled against your own, his breaths against your neck.

*

You lie on his chest, his arm around you. You thought he’d fall right back to sleep, but you can feel the wakefulness in his body. You stroke your fingers against his chest, then absentmindedly lick his nipple.

“Mmph,” he groans in surprise, catching your hand in his. He turns his head slightly to you. “I feel that I have left a task incomplete.”

“Tech,” you laugh. “I’m not an item on a checklist…or are you concerned about your perfect record?” He rolls his eyes, but you can tell you’re partly correct. “Do I seem any less satisfied to you than at other times?” He has no response. “Then leave it…Or leave it til morning. Let me just enjoy this.” You feel his body relax slightly in acquiescence.

Yes, you want to soak this up. A few hours of soft Tech, with sex no less intense or satisfying because he wasn’t rough with you – with his strong, naked body against you, and his attention not diverted by his datapad. You don’t want to fall asleep yet, but slowly his warmth and steady breathing lull your eyes to close.

In the morning, he ticks off that final box on his checklist before he leaves.

*

The rest of the series can be found here.

Warning: It gets kinky.

[weirdo-fun]

What Else Can I Do?

Azriel x Reader - Chapter 1

Hello everyone! This is my first ever fic. I don't know if this will be good at all or people will even like it. This idea has been in my head for a few months and I finally caved and wrote it. This will be a few chapters maybe 3 chapters long? I don't know but I hope you enjoy! Also side note grammar is not my strong suit, so if there are any grammar mistakes please be nice. :)

Chapter 2 Chapter 3

Summary: Reader ends up geting turned fae and befriends Elain and gets super close with her. But Reader notices Elain gets treated differently, and Reader would like to change that but a certain batboy always gets in her way of trying to help her friend and under her skin.

Word Count: 1.7 K

Warnings: Bickering, slight dislike of inner circle, slight enemies to lovers, fem! reader, reader being sort of a rebel

Author's Note: Was this slightly insipred by "What Else Can I Do?" From Encanto? Maybe... (I do not claim or take credit for the song, all rights for the song go to the respected owners)

Side Note: Azriel will come into the story later I promise.

“Why do you let them do that to you?” You ask Elain as you sit on in arm chair with both legs draped across one arm of the chair with your back leaning against the other one. The book you were just reading now lay on your chest as you look at Elain who is sitting, a lot more elegantly, on a sofa adjacent to you. You wait for her to answer as you give her a questionable look. 

She sheepishly looks up from her own book. “I don’t mind it. I know they only want whats best for me and to protect me.” You raise an eyebrow at her not entirely believing her. “Yeah, but doesn’t it bother you that they practically tell you what you can and can’t do?” You ask, pushing the conversation more. 

These have been questions you have had for a while. Ever since you and Archeron sisters were thrown into the caldron and turned High Fae, everyone decided, weather subconsciously or not, to keep Elain in this sort of bubble. Treating her as this precious flower that needs all the protection from everyone. You never had any ill will towards Elain, she is a very feminine woman who does tend to be on the more soft spoken side, which is what makes Elain Elain. This is what gravitated you towards Elain and wanting to be her friend. Being a very outspoken and extroverted person you always tended to befriend the more quiet types. It has always been this way since you were a child. The extroverted girl talking and hanging out with the introverts. You don’t know why you subconsciously gravitated to being friends with the quieter crowd when you were the complete opposite. Maybe it gave balance in your life. You being the talker and the other one being the listener. You don’t know why or how but those friendships always worked out when you were mortal. 

That was true until you accidentally, more like breaking a rule, decided to take a stroll in the middle of the night throughout the Archeron estate. You were a newly hired servant and you were too excited for your new job that you couldn’t sleep so you walked around the estate and ended up in the middle of the crossfire of the Archeron sisters, Nesta and Elain, being kidnapped. You of course jumped in to help but ended up being taken as well. 

After being turned and by the grace of the Mother, the Inner Circle allowed you to stay even though you weren’t related to the Archeron’s. You were still turned fae and needed a place to stay. Although the healing process was slow and mostly done on your own you never thought the inner circle was completely bad.  

It wasn’t until Elain finally started to come around and was healing from her trauma when you decided to befriend her. You guys fastly became close. Mostly thanks to you for always seeking her out and wanting to strike up a conversation. From the outside it may have appeared that you kept forcing yourself in her life but Elain wouldn’t turn you away and she would start conversations a good portion of the time. But it was when you guys started to become close that you noticed the treatment that the inner circle gave her. You never said anything in the beginning thinking you were thinking too much into it. But after so many days, and even weeks of the same treatment that you were questioning everything regarding Elain. 

You have questioned Elain about this treatment but she would brush it off saying things like “oh well i don’t see a difference” or “it’s ok Reader they are just being friendly and making sure I am ok.” And you haven’t pushed Elain further until today. 

A certain bat boy got under your skin earlier. And to be frank, he actually has always gotten under your skin when it comes to Elain. He is the master of the “delicate flower treatment” towards Elain. This treatment would be cute if 1) he was courting her, which he isn’t and 2) if it was dialed waaaaay back and the treatments actually respected her as being a true adult woman and not a fragile little girl. 

Azriel, is the bat that gets under your skin. You have tried to be friendly to him but he never talks to you and you never know what he is thinking. His face, although you first thought very handsome when you first met him, is always expressionless and stone cold. You have tried to be civil with him but because of your outspoken and extroverted nature he mostly disagrees with you for the simple fact that he knows you don’t like how he treats Elain. You have confronted him before about the matter in a friendly way but he shut you out and blew you off saying how you don’t know anything about what Elain has gone through and you don’t know whats best for her. The whole interaction left your relationship with him strained. And since then both you and Azriel have been on opposite sides on everything. Both wanting to challenge each other and win; never seeing eye to eye.  

Elain sheepishly shrugs. “I don’t think they really do-.” “Girl, no they do.” You interrupt her sternly. She looks at the ground and her posture slouches a little and you can tell that she knows your right. That her sister, with Cassian, and especially Azriel treat her as a fragile little princess. That anything can break her. But she survived the Caldron, she survived her trauma from it. You know she is a strong woman and you try to show her that; try to show the inner circle that. “You know I am right.” You say in a firm way as you swing your legs from on top of the arm rest to sitting right in the chair with your feet on the ground and back straight. She looks at you with innocent and confused eyes. “Well, I don’t know what to say to them when they tell me what I can and can’t do. I just agree because I don’t want to create conflict with them.” She softens her tone at the end, getting shy and embarrassed. “But is that what you want?” You ask her straight in the eye. “To keep agreeing with whatever they say and tell you how to live your life? To not have an opinion or a say? Is that what you want?” You ask in a calm yet concerned manner. “Well, it’s just that-” “Is that what you want?” “Well no but-” “Is that what you want?!” “I can’t just-” “ELAIN! Is that what you want?!” You yell for a third time. Wanting to hear her true feelings, her true thoughts and opinions on the matter. With no bullcrap excuse about how she won’t mind for stupid reasons. And no running away from this conversation. 

“No.” She speaks so softly that you don’t hear it. “What?” You ask leaning into her to hear what she said. “No” Elain says. You hear it this time, but her head is down and her hair is fell in front of her face, not being able to see her. “Elain what did you say? I can’t hear you?” You lie to her to try and get her to voice her opinion louder and to lift her head up and say it more confidently. She slowly lifts her head, straightens her back and looks at you with truthful eyes. “No. That is not what I want.” She says without her voice wavering. “I would like to go out shopping when I want to go. I would like for them to tell me things straight up and stop carefully stepping around eggshells thinking I won’t be able to handle it, that I might break.” 

You smile at her. Proud that she was finally able to say what she was feeling out loud. You walk over to her and pull her up to stand and give her a hug. “That is all I wanted to hear you say.” You look at her proudly holding onto her upper arms. “But, I still don’t know how to tell that to them. You know it’s hard for me to voice my opinion.” You shake your head. “We will take this one step at a time. Step one was to get you to voice out loud to me what you actually want. And we did that, so congratulations.” You tease as you walk back over to the arm chair you were sitting at to pick up the book you were reading. “Well then what’s the next step?” Elain asks curiously. You smirk and turn towards her. She sees the smirk on your face knowing you are already planning something. Her eyes widen in concern because every time you had a plan it would always get you in trouble and Azriel would always be the one to scold you. But you keep doing these “plans” because you didn’t care what Azriel was going to tell you.

“Remember when you told me that you thought my power could do so much more, than make pretty plants and flowers?” You ask as you create just a simple pink rose on your hand. “Yes.” She nods, not knowing where this conversations was going. You smile, “Well, I have been secretly trying to practice to create new things but it’s hard when just in the confines on my room.” You hand her the pink rose that you just created. “Why don’t we take a walk through the forest. And maybe along our walk I try to practice without the worry of the inner circles eyes and ears.” You ask sheepishly. “Look I know this is supposed to be about you but I would just like to be with my favorite person in the forest exploring my power more without judging eyes.” You plead. Elain nods and gives a small smile. “Thank you Reader for wanting to help me. And if helping me also includes me being able to see your power that I am super jealous of by the way, then yes.” You smile at her, grab her hand and both of you guys start to giggle like little girls as you guys walk out of the living area planning to “sneak out”. 

That is it for Chapter 1! Did I also give Reader Isabela's powers?...Read the next chapter to find out! I am already thinking about chapter 2 and I promise Azriel and Reader will be interacting with each but I was setting everything up until then. But chapter 2 may take me while to publish because I am getting ready for my vacation but depending on how people react to this I may be motivated to publish it sooner. ;) Please if you have feedback leave a comment because I would love to read them. Thank you so much for reading and if you made it this far. Until next time, take care everyone!

[espionn]

IceWing tribe sheet!

icewings actually happen to be my favorite tribe, they're a little messed up but i love them. enjoy my headcanons!

Physical Appearance + Traits:

-IceWings live in the cold and barren arctic north, and have developed very specific adaptations in order to survive. Rather than being warm-blooded and keeping themselves insulated, they kept their reptillian cold blood and slowly adapted to a consistently cold internal body temperature. As a result, they require no warmth at all for their bodies to function; they do not insulate themselves with fur or fat like mammals do.

-Their scales are pale, usually with a bluish tint although other colors are not unheard of. When well taken care of, they gleam and sparkle like ice.

-They are naturally cold to the touch, giving off a chill to anyone close by. In warm environments, especially humid ones, the cold will sometimes cause moisture from the air to condense on their scales, letting drops of water settle on them and drip from them. This, at first glance, can sometimes look like they’re “melting”, and has made some believe that IceWings are literally made from ice, and they can melt in the heat. (This is another headcanon that didn’t originate with me, it comes from @flamebringer0. If you see this, I adore your headcanon, I hope you don’t mind me including it among with mine!)

-Sharp spikes bristle their necks and run along their spines and tails. This can make it difficult for other tribes to gain the upper hand in fights without being wounded by the spines. They can also use their tail as an effective weapon.

-They can summon a storm of tiny shards and crystals from the ice that tends to coat their throat and produce frostbreath, which can quickly deliver frostbite to any dragons who aren’t well adapted to cold.

-Icewing horns are sometimes straight, resembling icicles, sometimes jagged, and sometimes branch off into something more antler-adjacent. They are always sharp, but just slightly more fragile than other horns.

-Some IceWing scales tend to get a bit darker and more silvery as they age, and likewise they tend to hatch with bright, snowy-white coloration. Some will have speckled patterns and general variability between colors across their bodies.

-Their dark eyes help absorb light and allow them to see past the bright glare of sun on ice. 

-Their bodies are long, slender and elegant, especially among royals. Their faces are long and pointed, and they are more agile and maneuverable than most tribes expect. They are generally smaller than SkyWings but taller than MudWings.

-Their serrated claws help grip ice, and make their attacks more punishing. They have a sharp and sturdy point on the end of their snout, which can be used to crack ice without harming them.

-They are not a very physically varied tribe, but the royal and noble IceWings have a look distinct from those on outskirt villages. They often have fewer spines, straighter horns, narrower wings and paler colors, whereas lower-ranking IceWings have more practical antler-like horns, more spines, and a more muscular appearance. (Sketch displaying this below.)

Life Cycle:

-IceWings are hatched in small clutches of one to three. Parents will carve out a nest in the ice, lay the eggs, and then allow them to freeze over again until the dragonets break through the ice. It is believed that the colder the eggs during incubation, the more powerful the dragonets will become. 

-They take around 5 months to develop and are hatched strong enough to free themselves and big enough that most predators aren’t interested in them. They are also hatched with a delicate layer of spines all across their bodies that resemble frost crystals, though these later shed off. Dragonets can also go several days without eating after hatching, which is unusual for dragons. 

-Most parents are available to watch their dragonets, so these abilities simply serve as precautions for the case of missing or neglectful parents. 

-They grow somewhat slowly, reaching maturity a bit later than other tribes.

-IceWings, especially those of high rank, are expected to be strictly monogamous, and their marriages are usually more of a formality than a real union of affection. They aren’t incapable of love, certainly, but marriage is not treated as an act of love among nobles and royalty. Sometimes even lower-status IceWings marry out of societal expectation and not for their own happiness, but things are generally less strict.

Society + Culture:

-IceWing society is strictly ranked by class and birthright. There are seven divisions, referred to as Circles; the Seventh Circle is made up of dragons of low status, living in small villages on the outskirts of the tribe and scorned by those in higher Circles. The First Circle, meanwhile, is almost entirely comprised of royalty and other dragons of high honor and status. In the palace, dragons are expected to greet and interact with others differently depending on their relative ranking. The system is extremely strict and ruthless, and disrespect is one quick way to be lowered down the ladder. During her reign, Queen Snowfall tore down the wall used to keep track of the placement of each dragon, and made great steps toward lessening this aspect of their culture, but it continued to subtly persist long after her death. 

-Lower-circle IceWing society is simple and straightforward. They live in communities quite detached from palace life, hunting for themselves and helping each other raise their dragonets. As all IceWing animus dragons were strategically kept in royalty, most animus gifts did little to improve the lives of those outside the First and Second Circles. The best way for a low-born IceWing to rise in rank would be through military work; otherwise, the groups remain fairly stagnant. Protests and revolts, though, are surprisingly uncommon. Most Sixth and Seventh Circle IceWings are simply too detached from royalty to be concerned with wealth differences, and royals likewise rarely bother to interfere with Sixth and Seventh circle dragons.

-While in the palace, during the worst of the class division, all dragons were commanded to wear necklaces made from a heavy metal that matched their rank. First-Circle necklaces would consist of one ring, Second-Circle necklaces would have two, one inside of the other, and so on. The more circles, the heavier the necklace, and Seventh-Circle dragons, on the rare occasion they visited the palace, would be forced into a constant bow by the weight of the metal.

-IceWings are quite superstitious, not unlike SkyWings. Their beliefs vary by region, but a generally common one is that the deep, impenetrable ice cap they live on harbors some ancient, powerful force, and that if it ever were to break or melt away, that power would be unleashed and cause havoc; they see the ice as a protective field that froze over at the dawn of time, and if it unfroze it would be the end of everything they know.

-IceWings will sometimes wear polar bear fur or the pelts of elk and deer, though not for warmth. Lower-Circle dragons will wear the pelts and sometimes even antlers of their own prey, for bragging rights. Higher-Circle dragons simply wear them as a fashion statement and a show of wealth.

-IceWings are educated much more about their own tribe than others, and generally prefer to stick to their own affairs. They have few exports to trade and little interest in those of others. They are not the most diplomatic tribe.

-After the perceived theft of their last animus, they not only blamed NightWings, but also harbored resentment for every other tribe with animus magic, believing themselves to be the original carrier of the gene and therefore the rightful possessor of it. They are extremely protective of even the least useful of their animus gifts. 

Diet: Carnivorous. IceWings eat arctic mammals like elk and polar bears, and aquatic mammals like seals and even sometimes narwhals and orcas. They also eat fish and, rarely, a few species of birds. They have no way to cook food and no desire to. Other than a few types of berries in the mountains near the SkyWing border, no plants grow in the arctic, and IceWings live on meat alone.