#and its a little unrhythmic

[falchionier]

ok here's some Real Latin™ and in meter, as all good advice should be

Consilium triplex nobis miseris deus affert: "Territus, insolitus, singulus, at perage."

Threefold advice God gives us wretched ones: “You're scared, weird, alone, but finish the job”

– uu | – – | – – | – uu | – uu | – x – uu | – uu | – || – uu | – uu | –

do it scared do it weird do it alone. holy trinity

[monarchberrysblog]

📄 — intrusion

now presenting…

🎭 kinktober | week two → mask kink and semi-public sex

🔪 ghostface! miguel o’hara x fem! reader 🔪

🩸 summary: run baby, run… (inspired from a tiktok. I tried to put the link, but I can't. Tumblr is being a butt rn)

🩸 content warning: reader and miguel are in an ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP (Y’all freaky frogs), predator/prey dynamic (kinda but not really tho), eccentric behavior on both parties, mask kink (?), anal and vaginal penetration, cat and mouse chase, fucking in the woods, rough sex, VIEWER’S DISCRETION IS ADVISED AND OOC MIGUEL

🩸 word count: +1.0k words (I had to cut this DOWN SIGNIFICANTLY OMG)

🩸 author’s notes: this was a fic that took a while to work on. viewer’s discretion is advised as this has very dark content as this displays essentric behavior on Miguel and the reader. (AGAIN, MIGUEL IS OOC)

📞 not proofread! 📞

link to → kinktober m.list

The anticipation killed you, nagging at you like a girlfriend pushing her ignorant boyfriend to spend time with her. After making an unexpected trip to Spirit Halloween with Miguel, the quips of mask kinks came into the store, specifically to the variety of Ghostface masks. The mask was still a prominent item to purchase, either bedazzled or showing its original look. But after the quips turned into a new thing to try, the clerk gave Miguel and you judging looks, with an employee smirking at Miguel. But here y'all were, in the middle of a thicket of woods behind a cabin you Airbnb-ed, after planning this night to the point it felt worn out like old converse to you and Miguel.

You mindlessly run deep into the woods with nothing but a tank top and underwear you picked. The race in your heart skipped a few beats, the pattern becoming unrhythmic and incomprehensible. The drumming became unbearable to withstand as your legs acted before a comprehensible thought crossed your little mind. His hands squeezed around your waist gently, causing you to squeak out into a fit of laughter.

His desire for you grew, seeing you in that white tank top waiting to be ripped off and accompanying the dead leaves. Pinning you down to the nearest tree, his fingers probed at your clothed entrance, the tips of his fingers tracing the slit-like entrance. “Estás tan mojada, hermosa.” He croons. His fingers bully their way past the gusset of your underwear, shoving the silky material to the side and shoving his fingers instead. Your pain moan filled the empty forest immediately, his fingers bullying their way in while his thumb circled tight, small circles around your clit, coaxing it to arousal.

The palm of his hand covers the bottom half of your face, shoving you against the scratchy, dry tree bark. “Keep it down. We don't wanna get uncalled attention.” He quips. He ooks deep into your eyes, and in the glisten in your eyes, he could have sworn to see little hearts in the shine of your eyes, intoxicated by his touch.

He moved his hand away from your lips and held onto the hem of the tank top before shoving said hem to your lips, shoving the cotton material between your teeth. You happily oblige, your teeth sinking into the cotton, your skin forming goosebumps against the dry material. “There we go.” His hands caress your figure, hand squeezing your breast and slapping it after.

His hand reached down his jeans, unzipping and freeing his aching, leaky cock, begging for your walls to vacuum him in. A perturbe idea came to mind, causing you to smirk and squirm free from his hold, rushing deep into the forest. His hushed profanity could be briefly be heard had his footsteps follow behind.

“Run, baby. Because when I catch you, you are going to be screaming.”

Being slammed down to the ground sucked the lungs out of both of y’all’s lungs. You giggled hysterically, feeling Miguel’s hands work quickly on the waistband of your panties. Being forced on your hands and knees stung, the dead leaves and sticks digging into your skin, but the warming boil in your lower stomach took over.

You involuntarily squirm your hips to free yourself from the soaking undergarment. “Mira lo mojada que estás para mi.” His fingers run down your entrance, collecting your sticky discharge on his fingers and coating his tip. “You’re such a good girl, aren’t you?” He exhaled through his teeth.

His hand is wrapped around the arousing length and taps his tip against your entrance. Glancing over your shoulder, you shoot an annoyed look. “Really?” You exhale the question. “Can’t go breaking, can’t I, cariño?” Miguel smirks, your cheek engraving a cheek mark on the loose dirt. You raise your rear to his hips, barely feeling his tip slip into your pussy. “No, not yet…” He chuckles, moving the tip upwards. “Just trust me on this.” He taps at your tight hole. “Okay…” You whine before the slow stretch and burn overwhelms you. “Jesus…!” You cry out, burrowing your face into the dead leaves. “You’re taking me so well, cariño.”

“You’re so big…” You babble to him as your fingers reach up to play with your needy pussy. “Tell me something that I don't know.” His voice purrs, shoving your hand away and using his instead, working on your puffy clit.

A string of profanity escaped your lips, keeping up with the overstimulation. “Your ass is gripping me like a vice, like it never wants to let me go.” Your hands grasp onto the dead leaves while your eyes roll up to your skull, the burning subsiding into pleasure. A breathless moan escaped, keeping up with the soft thrusts.

His fingers push in, bullying into your fluttering walls. “Good girl.” He purrs, his soft thrusts whiplashed you, sucking the air out of your soul.

The struggle was in the air as your lungs exhaled more air. Only soft, struggling groans escaped, barely strong enough to produce a moan.

“There we go, you're doing so well.” Miguel fetes, slowly retreating his fingers away from your greedy pussy. “Keep doing what you’re doing. Being a pretty little thing for me.”

The painful lights of white light brightened the environment. You glanced over your shoulder at the familiar pink phone case above you. “You look beautiful, querida.” He rasps, and his slow thrusts become harsh and rapid. Strings of profanity escaped both of y’all as you reached down to play against your clit instead. “Keep going…” He whispers. His hips snapped against yours, his balls slapping against the swell of your rear.

“I’m almost, almost there.” He exhales and yanks off the Ghostface mask, showing his sweaty yet glistening face. The perspiration dripped onto your backside, the sweat droplets rolling down your skin.

The barely comprehensible response you could produce, let alone give is the sound of a soft splash under you, landing on the decaying leaves. “I’m almost there…” He repeats before he pulls his cock out and groans. The new sticky warmth splattered against your back, allowing his semi-hard cock to rest against the plush of your rear. “You look so pretty, hermosa.” The shudder sound of the camera on your phone greets you back to reality.

“You look so pretty in the color white.”

tag list:

@hyjionie @zaunsin @kavimoo

[straystarr]

this is how you fall in love; hhj

word count: 986

a one shot inspired by the song "this is how you fall in love" by jeremy zucker and chelsea cutler bc its so soft and bestfriend hyunjin concept eats it up (in my humble opinion)

~

“How do people do it?”

“What do you mean?”

Hyunjin focused in on your softly perplexed expression, a chuckle falling from his lips at the sight of your stare fixated onto the long awaited kiss being shared by the leading characters. 

The entertainment he found in your distracted state soon craved your attention, waving his hand in front of your face just as the rolling credits came in. 

Faintly smiling at the blank screen, you turned to look at your best friend who displayed confusion and concern in his expression. 

“I was just wondering how people do it?”

Hyunjin moved his body closer, head leaning in as if to motion for you to continue your thought. 

“Fall in love I mean.”

In an instant, you fell towards the back of the couch, the pillow that was once on Hyunjin lap now falling onto yours. 

“Hwang Hyunjin, what the actual fuc-”

“Y/n its a fucking movie! They are acting sweetheart and you really made me miss the last scene!”

Letting out a sharp breath, you stuck your tongue out and slightly nudged the side of his stomach with your elbow, causing him to flinch away with a giggle. 

“I’m not talking about the movie stupid. I just mean in general, it’s a genuine question, the movie just prompted my thoughts.”

You moved towards Hyunjin, closing the minimal space between the two of you, settling closely beside him as you readily waited for his response. Tilting his head, he lifted his fingers to fix the hair on the top of your head that had been messily misplaced by his pillow throwing. The both of you paused before bursting out into giggles. 

It’s not like you were completely oblivious to the many answers that existed for your question. 

Some say, people fall in love with what makes up a person: how they laugh, what makes them cry, how they like their coffee, etc. Some say falling in love requires the essence of time and self discovery. Some say falling in love is like jumping off a cliff, only hoping that you’ll land safely in their arms. And some say, falling in love is nothing but a series of chemical reactions occurring in the brain. 

Nonetheless, everyone arrives at an answer sooner or later in their life. So, it’s always good to talk to people, gain their perspective on the little things in life, like love. 

And Hyunjin was the one person whom you turned to when it came to talking about those little things. You raised your finger towards Hyunjin's cheek, softly poking it as he kept his eyes on you, lips in a tight line while he remained silent. 

“I guess you don’t have an answer yet either.”

His shoulders lifted as he gave you a shrug while he pulled his phone out of his pocket. Music began to fill the air as the beat resonated in your mind. Your body began to respond, standing up as you pulled off the most ridiculous of moves that were a stark contrast to the song playing. 

Hyunjin brought his hand over his mouth, stifling giggles at your unrhythmic dancing that seemed to always be one second behind the beat of the song. The sight of his crinkled eyes only encouraged your tasteful movements. Before you were able to continue your shenaniganz, the music had suddenly come to a stop. 

You sent a glare towards him while he held his stomach from laughter obviously putting a pause to the music. Before you could protest, a soft melody eased your frown. You glanced at Hyunjin, immediately catching his eyes. A breath hitched in your throat the longer you stared. For the look reflected in his orbs was soft and endearing. 

With a small smile, Hyunjin stood from the couch and made his way towards you, body slowly swaying left to right. You mirrored his movements, closing your eyes as you let the tune take hold of your body as the lyrics fill your mind. Just as the chorus had started, you found yourself opening your eyes in response to the sudden warmth placed on both sides of your face. 

Hyunjin's face was only a few inches from your own, but the both of you remained still, bodies lingering in the short distance. You said nothing as his hands fell from your face, to your shoulders, and soon down your arms. The comfort of his fingers provided heat to your still state. 

His hands landed into your own, fingers playing with each other as he raised your hands towards his shoulders, putting them in place. The eye contact between the two of you brought heat to your cheeks and emphasized the pounding in your chest. 

Your chest slowly raised as he placed his hands on your waist, his fingers moulding into your skin and softly pulling your body towards his. 

“Close your eyes.”

You pursed your lips as he flashed you a small smile, closing his eyes, only leading you to follow his request. He leaned forward, setting his forehead on yours. His soft breathing fawning over your skin, a type of warmth you quickly grew fond of. 

The urge to never let him go grew with the intimacy flowing between the both of you, bodies intertwined as your feelings ached to do the same. Your bodies swayed side to side, falling into the soft melody, falling into him. As if he were holding you up, ready to catch you.

“I think this is how you do it Y/n.”

The light met your eyes before you settled on his face. His soft and kind and endearing face. 

“What do you mean?”

His eyes. Those deep brown eyes. They always calmed you down. Holding a sense of passion as they traced your features, delicately framing you in his mind.

“This is how you fall in love.”

[neteyamkink]

i just read this jake fic and now im thinking about enemies with benefits with neteyam👀👀

THANK U FOR REQUESTING IM OBSESSED W THIS <333 sorry this is so short i’m lacking so bad at writing rn

paring: aged up!neteyam x reader

warnings: filthy smut, degrading, cocky mean teyam :(, choking, he calls reader a whore, idk what else this is just FILTHY

“I fucking hate you” you had no idea what those words did to Neteyam, did you? The distasteful words that fell from your pretty little lips went straight to his cock. Next thing you knew your ankles were over his shoulders, his hands were around your neck, and he was fucking his cock into you.

His dick bullied its way into your pretty little cunt. the only three words that you could form were, “I hate you.”

Hate is a strong word I know, but you truly hated him. Mostly because he hated you first. He was always so envious, sick and tired of being second runner-up to you. You were always the best at what you did. The best young huntress, the best young warrior, the best young healer. He could never beat you, so instead, he chose to hate you. However, this burning hate turned into a new blossoming passion for just wanting to fuck you like you were nothing. It was the one thing he could be better than you at.

“Tell me something I don’t know,” he chuckled into your ear, letting his soft lips peck a little kiss on the top of your ear. Fuck his mischievous little laugh made you just want to smack the smirk right off his lips. But oh my eywa he was just so fucking hot.

“Fuck you,” you gritted through your teeth trying to speak with your airway being cut off by his big hands.

“I am,” his stupid little slapable smirk grew wider. He moved one of his hands off your neck to press down on your stomach. “You feel me all the way up there?” he cockily spoke, his voice ringing through your ears and filling your brain with dopamine.

You refused to feed into his inflated ego, so you shook your head no with the little strength you had in you. His cock filling you up mixed with his restraining hands around your neck was the perfect equation for pure bliss.

He furrowed his brows and scrunched his nose, “you feel it now?” he gripped your neck harder and started to quicken his pace. Every thrust became harder and harder one after the other and soon you were just left a cock drunken moaning mess underneath him.

you didn’t want to inflate his ego even more by giving in but you were just so blissed out that you didn’t have any energy to hate him. You desperately nodded your head needing more, You hated him, but fuck you were always so needy for him. He fucked you so good every. single. time.

“yeah that’s right, ‘m fucking you like the little whore you are,” He gritted through his teeth, hips snapping at an unrhythmic pace.

“let me cum, teyam,” you choke out, chest heaving up and down trying to catch your breath.

“what’s the magic word?” he teases. The way he loved to get you riled up made you 10x more angrier. Why did he have to be such a fucking tool?

“Please,” you whimpered giving into his annoying teasing, desperate to find a release.

“go ahead, pretty princess,” he smirked, and with a few thrusts you both were moaning sticky sweaty messes. Curses and sounds of uneven slaps rung through the air.

“I still fucking hate you,” you spoke.

“I hate you too,” his sly smirk made you roll your eyes but deep inside butterflies erupted in the pits of your stomach.

[nsfwmaemi]

Two Pretty Best Friends (ft. Kep1er Yujin & Xiaoting)

WC: 1.3k Genre: smut, threesome, PWP, yujin x xiaoting x m!reader A/N: Unedited quickie cuz BFH go BRRRRRRRRRRRRRR so beware for random bullshit ahead. Shoutout to @sinswithpleasure for helping me with the title

Xiaoting always had an eye for your girlfriend, Yujin. Being her best friend for longer than you have known Yujin, you were surprised to think that their friendship hadn't gone further than that. You knew—or maybe it was just your lowkey jealous self—that Yujin was just blind to Xiaoting's sexual attraction to her. You did have the world's prettiest girlfriend, but Xiaoting herself is pretty damn hot. So how did your dick end up in her tight pussy while she's eating out your girlfriend?

Well, it all started—actually, no. You had two of the hottest girls you know on their knees, pleasuring you and your cock. Was it really the time to think of how we got here?

You both realized the hidden sexual attraction you had for each other the moment your lips touched. Xiaoting, being all shy stripping down all of her clothes while Yujin was already busy sucking your cock, didn't know what to do. To be fair though, not everyone gets to fuck their best friend and her boyfriend.

So to make herself comfortable between the two of you, she started with you. She hopped on the bed and went straight for your lips. At first, she was just testing the waters, but now, safe to say you're very comfortable with each other. What started with small frequent pecks turned into a wrestling of your tongues in your mouths.

However, someone was getting jealous. She had never seen you this passionate with another woman. Well, if she did outside of this bedroom, she definitely would have left you, but still. She wanted more attention, so she sucked you harder and deeper until she gagged audibly.

Xiaoting, the ever-so-caring best friend that she is—bless her soul—instantly attended to Yujin to see if she was okay. She was in fact okay, feeling great even, now that she had both your attention.

"Unnie! Don't overdo yourself!" Xiaoting exclaimed. Yujin turned to her, did not say a word, and just kissed her.

"You really look out for me, Xiaoting-ah." She remarked with a loving smile that masked her jealousy earlier. Yujin then initiated their makeout session again. Years of suppressed feelings released at the touch of their lips.

Their lips intertwining, their tongues exploring each other's mouths, their bodies pressed against each other. You didn't want to interrupt such a magical moment for them, but even so, the sight of it aroused you so much that your erection never left. Yujin was not to leave you out, however. Her hand snuck its way to your length and started stroking it.

Xiaoting wanted more. Her hands explored Yujin's body. From her puffy cheeks, to her cute little tits, to her small waist and her hard abs, Xiaoting sated her curiosity of feeling what she thought you took away from her. Everything about Yujin is perfect, and she just wanted to savor this moment.

After what felt like hours waiting for their makeout session to finish, they turned to you and the cock Yujin had been stroking this whole time. With Yujin between your legs, she inserted your length in her mouth first before Xiaoting joined. Xiaoting placed her lips on one side of your cock while Yujin covered the other. They slid their lips up and down your length unrhythmically, though it seemed like Xiaoting used this as an excuse to continue kissing Yujin as their lips touched frequently.

After your cock was coated enough, Yujin stopped and faced you. "Oppa, I think we let our guest have the honor of going first."

"She should." You agreed.

"I'm nervous." Xiaoting expressed. You guided her to lay down on her back and positioned between her legs. Yujin, in turn, supported Xiaoting with words of assurance.

"It will be okay, honey. Just relax and enjoy." Xiaoting flinched when the tip of your member touched her nether regions for the first time. You slid it against her slit, causing her to suppress a scream. 

You lined it up against her entrance and slowly pushed forward. Her tight walls constricted your girth. Slowly but surely, she managed to take in your whole length. With her feet hanging in the air, you let her adjust to your length before retracting then reinserting your whole length into her.

You slowly picked up the pace. Her moans grew louder and louder, matching the tempo of your pounding. To muffle her loud moans, she pulled Yujin from beside her to sit on her face. Xiaoting pushed her tongue out until it reached Yujin's pussy. She held Yujin by the waist, pulling her closer to her face until she could insert her tongue into Yujin's entrance. The loud moans were then passed on to your girlfriend whose pussy was being eaten out by the girl you're fucking.

Whatever Xiaoting was feeling, she made sure to translate it to eating Yujin out. The harder you pistoned into Xiaoting, the harder she ate Yujin out, and thus the louder Yujin moaned. A cycle of increasing pleasure until someone had to cum.

"Mmmmmmf." With Yujin's legs as a muffler, Xiaoting couldn't speak properly. She gently pushed Yujin off her face and shouted, "Oppa, I'm cumming." You rammed into her faster until she reached her orgasm. Her legs shivered, resting on your shoulders, as you pulled out.

Good food can't go to waste, so Yujin dove straight into Xiaoting's pussy. With Xiaoting in the same position you fucked her, Yujin knelt between her legs and ate her out as passionately as Xiaoting did to her, inserting her tongue as deep as it can to scoop as much of her juice as she could.

However, with Yujin's ass up, this invited you to give Yujin a turn. Not an invitation you would turn down any time. You lined up your length to her entrance and pushed forward. Yujin despite how many times you already had sex, she still felt tighter than her taller best friend.

Hands on her waist, you guided her cute butt to slam harder against you. Effortlessly for her, she was able to take in your whole length, but not too effortless for you as you struggled to move in her tightness.

Yet no amount of arousal stopped Yujin from taking every drop of Xiaoting's juices. As Yujin ate out Xiaoting's sensitive pussy from her earlier orgasm, your hands wandered to Yujin's sensitive nipples, pinching them slightly to arouse her even more. Little did she know, even without your hands, her waist started moving on its own, fucking herself into you.

Yujin's climax came soon. Her walls pulsating, her limbs weakening, her body twitching. She flopped like a noodle onto the bed after her orgasm subsided.

Now it's your turn to chase your own climax. Xiaoting, recovered from her orgasm, helped you in doing so. You positioned yourself in front of Xiaoting's face and placed the tip of your length on her lips. All to herself, she sucked your cock to chase your own climax, but with a vacuum-like suck from her, it didn't take long.

The moment you felt it coming, you pulled away and stroked it yourself, aiming at the canvas in front of you. You took a couple paces backwards to shoot all over her. Some ropes of cum landed on her face, her tits, her hair, her lips. Xiaoting was drenched in your seed, and then came Yujin to indulge in her favorite treat, licking off a lot of your semen from different parts of Xiaoting's body. 

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"Yes, Yujin, suck my tits like that! Oppa your cum is so delicious!"

"How long has this been going for?" Yujin asks.

"An hour, tops." You answer.

"I never knew she felt this way."

"I told you."

"MMMMMMMM. SO… GOOD!"

"I think she's done." You whisper.

"Oppa, what if… y'know… we invite her to a… y'know." Yujin asks excitedly.

"Are you sure?"

"Well, we just heard her, and I know you've been looking at her."

"W-what?! I mean—well, uh—fine! I'm down."

[a-cyclepath]

⚠️MDNI, shower sex, Gojo home from work and pent up, Gojo x reader, general drabble, short writing

Gojo coming home from work and craving his lover, he looks around for you in your expensive large condo deep in the city when his ears pick up on the sounds of the shower.

Gojo can't help but get his cheeky shit eating grin as he's careful to take off his shoes at the door before slipping his blindfold down, creeping his way quietly to the bathroom door you didn't close all the way since you were home alone when you first got into the shower.

Gojo can suddenly feel that his pants..it's suddenly tighter on his crotch as he thinks about you nude in the shower, water dragging and dribbling down your body. Wetting up your soft skin, sliding into the most intimate creases and pretty little corners of your body he loves to touch and taste at.

Gojo creeps into the bathroom quietly after shedding of his shirt and his belt, his teeth catching his bottom lip as he begins to undo his pants as quiet as he can as he watches the outline of your body in the shower. He can't wait to get his hands on you and feel you squirm on him while he shows you how much he missed you.

Gojo slowly slips into the shower behind you, cock already hardening as he leans over your shoulder to whisper in your ear, making you jump in place slightly as he gripped your hips to keep you from falling back in shock.

Gojo is already kissing your cheek, your jawline and neck, revelling in how lewd his kisses sounded since your skin was wet as he purposefully sucked a bit extra to hear the noise of his lips slurping and the disconnect 'pop!' whenever he moves away, only to plant another.

Gojo his murmuring about how horny he was for you while he was at work, how his heart raced on break when you called him to chat for a bit before he had to get back to work. He smiled as he feels his standing cock tap against you whenever it twitched, it missed you too.

Gojo is already bending you over as you steady one hand on the shower wall in front of you, the other holding onto the handle on your side as Gojo groans while prodding at your entrance, your hole, he's sensitive from how needy he got for you while away.

Gojo throws his head back in bliss while grinning as he pushed into you, drawing out a squeaky moan as he shoved in all the way almost immidiately. He can't tell if its the shower or your arousal drooling down his shaft to his balls, but he loves the warm feeling on his sack anyways.

Gojo's already thrusting, moving his head down to look down at the way your ass bounces and plushes against his lightly trimmed pelvis while your wet skin makes lewd sloppy sounds he revels in hearing every time he shoves himself into you, his hand resting on your back while he leans back to rest his head against the shower wall behind him as he lets out deep, passionate pornstar moans as his thrusting quickly turns into pounding as he pulls you back to be closer to him.

Your name leaves Gojo's mouth in waterfall moans mixed in with his heavy breathing, soon moaning about how much he missed you, missed doing you, missed your hole as he laughed slightly while grinning down at you, moaning and tightening around him, releasing your orgasm first. Feeling this, he speeds up.

Gojo's movements get sloppy as he gets close, hunching over you as he grabs your hips and kisses sweetly and sloppily in unrhythmic patterns at your neck and back while grunting before his eyes rolled as he came inside you, hard and deep. His release quickly overflowing your insides and walls before spurting out and dripping down your leg as you watched the milky water wash it down the drain.

You're both panting as Gojo exhales before kissing at your cheek and neck, whispering reminders about how much he loves you.

[survivedthenight]

WIP Wednesday

been working on this for a few weeks now, was going steady but i've slowed down a little so figured i’d post a wip wednesday as motivation lol plot: canon divergence, a series of vignettes of john and gale pre, during, and post war, with the concept of gale experiencing a different first during each one.

“What do you want?” John asks again, lips catching on Gale’s. He’s grinding their crotches together; jerky, unrhythmic jolts like he’s trying to stop himself but can’t. Gale’s going to combust.

He grabs onto John’s shoulders. He can’t voice what he wants, needs John to figure it out himself. The sick beast that lives in his gut is pulling at its chain again, boiling him from the inside out, aching for it. He presses on John’s shoulders and forces him to his knees in the sand. He goes easier than he should, malleable under Gale’s rough touch.��

Gale looks down at him, the moment suspended between them. John on his knees, lovely face tilted back to meet Gale’s eyes, Gale’s spit and blood slick on his mouth, Gale watching him, chest heaving so hard it’s like he’s drowning, fingertips digging into the meat of John’s shoulders, holding him down. As if he would try and get up. Gale knows he won’t.

“Yeah?” John breathes. 

Gale sucks in a lungful of air and reaches for his belt buckle. His hands are shaking.

John’s hand flies up to stop him, fingers gripping Gale’s against the cool metal. Their hands move in tandem, in and out, alongside the inflation and deflation of Gale’s stomach as he breathes.

“You have to tell me,” John says. “You have to say it.”

Gale shakes his head. He frees his hands from John’s grip. “I won’t.”

John tugs on his belt. “Come on,” he says, and it catches in his throat like a whine. John’s eyes are shining. “Tell me you want my mouth on your cock, Buck.”

Gale’s cock shoots another dribble of pre-come into his underwear. John’s face is so close to his crotch he could probably smell it, could probably taste it in the air. All Gale would have to do is pull his face against his hips and John would feel the wetness against his cheek. His fingers twitch like they want to act of their own accord and do it. 

“No,” Gale says, and gives in to his hunger. He slides a hand into a clump of curls at the back of John’s skull and pushes his face into Gale’s crotch. John moans against him and Gale feels the vibrations in his dick, his stomach, his spine. He keeps John pressed there and rubs the outline of his cock against his cheek, his open mouth.

“Say you want it,” he says.

When John laughs against him he feels it all the way from his scalp to his toes. He yanks on John’s hair until his head is angled back away from Gale’s body, just enough so that Gale can hear when he speaks. His eyes are wild and bright blue.

“Fuck. Sure, Buck. I want it. I wanna suck your dick.” He strains against Gale’s hold and swallows audibly. Gale is so hard he feels sick with it.

“Please,” John adds, and Gale lets go.

[the-daiz]

#3— sink your fangs deeper

—Angstober day 3: Self-destruction

Pairing; Kurapika x reader

Warning(s); self-destruction, panic attack(s), unhealthy everything, unspecified relationship status, a tad confusing,

Synopsis; silent acknowledgment and comforting Kurapika.

✎Word count; 0.4k

♪ Playlist; Why didn't you stop me?

A/N: Read between the lines.👍 Also, a little (and probably short-lived) break from opm stuff. I miss kurapika.

Deep strangled breathes. Always those uneven pants, laden with pent-up exhaustion and incessant stress.

You'd seen him in this state so frequently— if you happened to hear those unpleasant heaves from another room, you could almost involuntarily visualize the current physical state he was in.

Hands clutching around his eyes. Teeth grinding together— causing his breaths to come out a seething hiss. Back slumped forward, either sitting on a chair or pushed against a wall.

Your heartbeat quickened upon hearing the familiar sound. It was like instinct. When you drew in a strained breath through your nose. And when your legs tugged toward the sound. It was a habit.

You despised seeing what he did to himself. How he actively refuses to take better care of his mental— and occasionally physical, wellbeing.

He says it's to keep the anger searing within him. Stinging and burning him with every step he took. Ensuring he never forgets.

What could you tell him? You weren't in any position to talk either. Your own journey wasn't exactly mentally sane either.

Nonetheless, anxiety crept up your form as you wordlessly walked over to him, eyebrows drawing inward.

Again, he sat on the edge of the bed. An elbow propped against his knee with his hand over his face. His slouched back rises and falls with his inhales and exhales in unrhythmic beats. 

You slowly took a seat beside him, the bed sinking as it molded to your frame. 

He felt his brows furrow further at your presence. He hated whenever you had to see him like this, and he hated how much he yearned for your solace. Any form of solace.

He shakily looked at you, his hand jerking away slightly. Your lips pursed as you caught sight of his eyes, drawn and sunken with grief. 

He felt his chest constrict at your face. It was lined with exhaustion too but radiated surrender.

He hated wanting to take advantage of your crippled sense of need.

Your palm pressed against his arm, prying his grip further away from his temple with an exchanged tacit look of understanding. His breathing continued to fall short and rapid, features creasing the longer they lingered on yours.

After a beat of hesitation, he wrapped his arms around you, his body latching onto yours in desperation. You let your hands lightly embrace his torso, letting his trembling form pour its weight onto your deteriorating mind.

His nails indented into your back as he clutched your attire tighter, his back arching and mending into yours. You simply bit the inside of your cheek and endured the stinging he wracked with his quivering hold, allowing him to let out all he could.

[gortashs-skidmark]

lil Zevlor x pixie!Tav Drabble

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content warning: talks about ab-less body, being a bit drunk, a lil smooch nothing crazy

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You were a little tipsy, Astarion had shared his “vinegar” wine. A couple of generous sips from you, and your face was warm and the pattern of your flight was much less of a “pattern” and more of a wobble.

Astarion could be drab sometimes. His company was lethal and snarky. Pixies could be the same, but you chose to break the pattern of tricks and lies. You were sweeter than any berry in the forest, usually.

"As much as I admire you, you're uh." he took his pointer and thumb and pinchied them together, in a 'small' gesture "a bit small for a good lay." he gave you a small smile.

""I- what? what're you talking about. Is this why you waved me over? to tell me about your dick? jeez. How lewd of you!" You tutted at him.

It did break your heart, only from a size standpoint. Astarion was handsome but all too cynical for you. You knew relationships between pixies and other races didn't really exist. If a gnome could marry an orc, you could pursue whoever you wanted.

"Well. uhh-" without letting Astarion bumble anymore, you took off, clumsily from his forearm. Your wings fluttered, the glitter dissapated in the air behind you in a thin trail. You had someone in mind you'd like to land on. He was all too doubtful of himself, often hunched over in a defeated matter, but his determination for his kin pulled at your heart strings. All too cheesy but you were a hopeless romantic around others than pixies.

You attempted to land on Zevlor’s wrist, without care for his comfort. You just needed a safe landing in your condition. He didn’t take surprise to this, he was watching the sparkles fly unrhythmically behind you, a pixie was a rare sight to see and it filled him with a small sense of whimsy. He's smile softened upon your flight to him.

You made it to his mid-forearm. A near-crash landing. You stood up and smiled at him with confidence, fists on your hips. You're face was flushed, for a couple of reasons. Then you bent foreward and started your journey up his arm.

He lifted his arm out straight so you could walk, or rather climb carefully on all fours to another part of him. He was expecting you to climb upon his open palm but you took the long path to his shoulders, using the delicately woven scale mail to grasp and climb less than gracefully with your ass up in the air like a bear.

Zevlor didn’t think about pixie anatomy, until he got a glimpse of your pixie dusted bottom as you reached the slope of his outer shoulder. It was curvy and suited your stature, he avoided thinking anything other than simple compliments.

He turned his head away with a sip of his wine in his other hand. He had thought about you, you made him feel guilty for his size, and to crave a connection with you felt impossible.

You sat slumped on the side of his neck in victory.

“Boy, you’re made of a mountain, aren’t’cha?” You said breathlessly. He could feel the movement of your torso heaving and little puffs of air hitting his neck.

He chuckled so.

“You are a miracle of an adventurer, and my shoulder is taking it out of you?” He teased. He lifted his brass goblet to his lips and took contemplative sips. You felt the swallows go down against the soft skin of his pulse on your bare back.

“The state I find myself in is…softer than my companions. I let my wings do the work more than I like to admit. I’ve had one hell of a time dodging arrows and starlings. Cyric’s strongest pixie could not out run a goblin on its legs! I am just a slave to the sin sloth.” you grew cozy and readjusted yourself to the inside of the collar of his armor.

You nestled your body into the dip of his collar bone. Your legs were exposed to the cold air, making his warmth all more desirable.

You leaned your head on his neck, you felt it bob up and down, and the vein in his next pulse and throb. You hand lightly clutched a strand of his hair. His sweat, leather, and smelted armor enveloped your sense of smell.

“I suppose..” he supped once more on his goblet. You got a good look at his facial profile. His sloped nose, the crinkles that is starting to give him sunken eyes, the strong brow, how he almost has strong ridges coming out of his chin and fore-brow, his lips were plush and his jaw was delicately carved into a steep V shape. He was beautiful. Good hairline too. You could only imagine those calloused hands touching your entirety.

“You’re very pretty, Zev.” A quiet huff came out of you as you stared.

You saw him flick his eyes down to you.

“I am most humbled by the compliment. I haven’t heard something as such in a long time. It warms my heart to know I can be gazed at admiringly, it’s been too long for all of us, I would say.”

You hmm’ed and started to play with the soft and greasy strand of his hair in your hand.

“I think you’re beautiful for more than how you look, or how you look at me. I think your bravery and your love for you kin has kept me coming back to the grove. Just to hear your voice talk with such love and getting all worked up over your plans to leave. I feel you are.. so human, more than many I've met. And I’ve met a lot of monsters a long the way.."

Zevlor went quiet. His breath hitched in his throat. Then you saw him place the empty goblet on a wooden crate and move his hand to his shoulder, where you were, flat out so you could be on his palm.

You lazily scooted forward on his palm, and he started walking to a more secluded part of camp. Not entirely too far for comfort, but enough for a bit of privacy.

"where are we going?" You looked back at camp. you hoped he wouldn't smash you in his palms. What a way to go. To be 'mistaken' for a fly. Often how your kin died.

The Tiefling didn’t look at you, and raised his palm for you too be level with his face. You stood up slowly when his hand stilled.

“Commander..?” You sobered up a bit, looking at his angled face, he was chewing the skin off his bottom lip in contemplation.

He peered at you once more, his eyes were a piercing light through your soul.

“Tav.. I must admit. You’ve struck a chord somewhere in me. A rose doesn’t bloom without the perfect amount of sunlight. Something has.. has started repairing itself in my heart, and that hasn’t happened in many, many years.” his brows met, he looked line he was nervous and in pain. "Though I can accept your advances, I don't believe it would be fair. You're much too small to love with all too big of a heart" he continued.

“I haven’t felt this kind of hope, without you. You've checked on every single one of the people in my camp, helped them, helped me. You've chatted away with me in the evenings of the grove, making yourself an unexpected distraction to me. And before I lose my courage and cower away in the crowd, may I request a kiss?” He turned his face and tapped his cheek, waiting for you. He knew you wouldn't turn away, he was sure of it.

You didn’t hesitate to grab the apple of his cheek in one hand and rest the other on his jaw as you gave him multiple feathery pecks along his cheek and jaw.

His palm slid back and you were at a less-intimate distance with you laid on the side of your thighs.

He moved his head to you, the tips of your fingers holding out to his face. His eyes peered at you, slightly cross eyed but still affectionally met you. The warm air breathing out of his nose wafts on your body as you press your forehead to the tip of his rounded nose.

You ducked your head below his nose and Cupid bow, to lip his upper lip delicately and with a slow caress. You looked up at him for a moment, and back down to hip lip.

His lip stretched into a smile. You backed off a bit and looked at him. His eyes crinkled and his sharp teeth started to show through his smile. A huffed chuckle came out of him.

You smiled back, you hand laid on his lower lip in a sort of comfort, for yourself mostly.

Without a warning your back was pushed on the flat of his palm and there was saliva on your elbow. It was lightening fast, and a light smack of the lips met your ears. You looked surprise. He kissed you! His lips had met your elbow, shoulder, and part of your face. It was gentle, as gentle as the giant could be.

Perhaps you should give the Tieflings a blessing of Selûne before they travel the Shadowfell. It’s the least you could do. And you need to know Zevlor would be safe, or safer. You needed to know he could safely hold you in his palm, and cuddle against your body with his face again.

Right now in this moment. Peering into his eyes and holding the sides of his face were the only things that mattered. You’d remember to do it tomorrow morning before they left entirely.

He smiled again, with closed lips, and a small laugh escaped through his nose in shyness. You could only hope to met this tiefling in The Gate again, who had saved your ass from goblins with his crossbow, and had you be his special messenger to Kagha. The one you'd escape to in the evenings to share some gruel with, to be his personal lamp light when he mapped out different roots to Baldur's Gate, who spilled an ink pot all over his stone table in a tipsy stooper.

Your flame was alit, and he consumed every bit of heat from you.

[mountphoenixrp]

We have a new citizen in Mount Phoenix:

           Mani, the Norse God of the Moon.            He is the owner of Bohdisattva Counseling Center.

FC NAME/GROUP: Lee Taemin / SHINee GOD NAME: Mani PANTHEON: Norse OCCUPATION: Director and Psychologist at Bohdisattva HEIGHT: 175cm DEFINING FEATURES: Generally androgynous features, long limbs, broad shoulders, round high cheeks, defined jawlines, glowy skin. He always emits a soft, moon-like aura that intensifies when the surroundings get dark, making him visible to others even in complete darkness.

PERSONALITY: Mani is a gentle enigma. His gentleness is hard-earned, as it encompassed his wisdom gained through thousands of cycles of karmic chase and run, and through thousands more of mortal lives among humans, the beings he was born to adore.

He is the Fiery One of Asgard, a fierce cosmic force that transcended the age of the Aesir and Vanir gods. His watchful gaze extends to the vulnerable, the wounded, and the scarred, offering them unwavering protection and patient guidance. To all evil entities in the Nine Worlds, he remains relentless, the lack of mercy he has for them is as clear as the moonlight in all its glory.

The Norse god of the moon stays youthful in his lunar energy, an ageless presence that can and does heal broken bones and broken hearts. Many have considered him reliable, as the moon religiously stays in the sky and its phases are never unrhythmic. While that is true, he is also the root of the English word ‘lunatic’.

Friendly, helpful, yet complex in his intertwined bright and dark sides, he can be known by many, yet can be truly understood by very few. Mani, despite rich layers of tenderness, humanity, and nurturing nature, constantly fluctuates through the repetitive phases of overjoy and melancholy. The god is generous in sharing his happiness with the world, but when sadness runs deep or when the cosmos needs to get its evilness fix, he denies them all even the slightest ray of light. He keeps guard of beings’ safety and peacefulness, but at times, he may turn them into neurotics. To everyone, the moon is approachable, as long as they remember not to get too close.

HISTORY: The moon personified Mani, whose legend is woven into the rich tapestry of Germanic mythology, is a celestial deity revered and worshipped by the Germanic tribes. His name is often invoked in prayers and spells heard throughout the lands of Scandinavia, Germany, and England.

Born into the House of Mundilfari, Mani is the son of a prideful father and the brother of Sol. The siblings’ fates were sealed the day Mundilfari honoured his children’s beauty by calling his daughter ‘sun’ and his son ‘moon’. The two’s names shone so bright their lights insulted the gods, so they were taken away and tied to two chariots that would never cross paths. Sol was ceaselessly chased by the wolf Sköll from the east to the west of the earth, while he had to flee from the jaws of Hati Hróðvitnisson from the west to the east.

And that was, as a legend once said, a long ass ride.

The chase did not end until the time of Ragnarök. In the meantime, Mani traversed the universe on his chariot drawn by the horse Hrimfaxi. His shadow tirelessly danced across the night sky, at times casting over his light to fool around with the wolf Hati. Beings were left in awe of the rhythm of his sways, so much so that they religiously observed his escapes, and learned to lace their own interpretations of the messages conveyed by his moves into poetic labels. Today’s humans collectively called his little tricks ‘moon phases’, which when he heard through the prayers of his worshippers, Mani laughed, his light shone through the night, chasing away all dark clouds and evil forces.

Mani also collected many epithets on that seemingly endless journey, gifted to him from beings in The Nine Worlds. "Fiery one" by the gods, "the hastener" by the jötnar, "the shiner" by the dwarves, "the counter of years" by the elves, "the whirling wheel" in Hel, and "moon" by mankind. Still, his favourite is the "Man in the Moon” by his English worshippers. He finds the way his name was solidified in the modern-day human’s life as the most dreadful day of the week funny, yet somewhat endearing, adding one more reason to why he had always biased the Midgards.

Despite never getting himself deeply involved in any shenanigans of Asgard, Mani has been highly regarded among his fellow Norse gods. His existence was said to precede that of Odin the All-Father, but Mani had gone so far into his moon business that he did not find the time to have that confirmed. It was ironic how easy it was for him to lose track of time, while a better part of his existence's purpose was to help others count each night passing by the Nine Worlds.

Another part of his duty was to ensure the moons, planets, stars, and tides in all worlds piously followed the rhythms of his chariot, maintaining a harmonic flow of the cosmos. Moreover, he shall give responses in one way or another whenever his name is called. Thanks to Odin the All-Father, who advised beings to invoke the moon for protection against malice forces, Mani had never since then found himself less of a busy moon. To the Norse people, he was not just a luminary far above the sky, but a guide and guardian, offering them assurance and guidance through life's challenges. Mani did that with dutiful endearment and occasional neglect, because there was only so much a god could do while the jaws of Hati were persistently hot on his (w)heels.

In some senses, Mani felt more related to humans than to his fellow gods. Once upon a time, while he was enjoying his daily chase with Hati the wolf across the sky of Midgard, Mani heard a wish. That wish was spoken by two children, a prayer sent not directly to him, but to the well Byrgir (Old Norse-"Hider of Something"). As he looked down from his chariot, Mani saw Hjúki and Bil, carrying on their shoulders the pole Simul (Old Norse-"eternal") that held the pail Sæg between them. The young siblings prayed for an escape from Viðfinnr, their neglectful, abusive father. The following evening, when Hjúki and Bil were back to the well with the pole and the pail, they saw Mani with an offer to join him through his journey across the heavens. The two never uttered a ‘yes’ faster in their life, and soon they happily followed Mani through the universes as his loyal companions and assistants.

But nothing, even the lifetime of a god, lasted forever.

Since the beginning of his existence, Mani had prepared to meet his demise foretold in Ragnarök. There was not a great surprise that came to him as one day, midway through another round of chasing, the horse Hrimfaxi collapsed, and his chariot broke itself into pieces. Mani perished in one single bite of Hati, as the god knew his time had come and there was no use fighting against it. His ‘death’ marked the first completely moonless night in the entire Nine Worlds, one of the bad omens his fellow Norse gods dreaded yet long-awaited receiving.

After Ragnarök, like some of Norse gods, Mani was revived. Hati had helped kill the old version of Mani, the chariot-bound moon god who spent his existence mostly running away from an inevitable beastly problem. Broken free from the devices that tightened him to such a miserable existence, Mani travelled the worlds on his own feet, guided and empowered by his own light.

Since then, he spent most of his time experiencing over and over the life of a human on Midgard, feeling all types of joys and pains and gains and losses, reenacting the rhythms he once danced on the chariot with perishable flesh and bones. He lost Hjúki and Bil in the flow of time, but he got for himself more children on this wolf-free journey, some he found, some he made in collaboration with those humans whose prayers he happened to hear. Mani was aware that he was not, and would not be a good father most humans would like to stereotype. Yet, as far as his lunar power could reach, none of his offspring died an unwise death on his watch. A pretty impressive job in fathering half-god humans, Mani supposed.

One day, his ears caught the name of Mount Phoenix, an island where some of his fellow Norse gods, their descendants, gods of other pantheons, and their descendants chose to call home in this universe. Looking down from above through the moonlight, Mani saw the island’s potential. And so, with his luggage almost empty - as he realised there was not much baggage he wanted to bring along - Mani made a quiet walk across the bridge to enter Mount Phoenix.

A new moon is home.

Or is it?

POWERS:

Lunar & Lunar Energy Manipulation: He can shape and manipulate all aspects of the moon(s), including its gravity and the effects it has on the planet, reflective surface, time-keeping, etc. He can also use its lunar energy to generate objects at will.

Lunar Healing: He can heal others using lunar energy. His power works on both physical and mental wounds, although mental healing often requires more time and energy. His healing power is generally more efficient during nighttime when the sky is clear.

Lunar Generation: He can generate lunar light and energy that can be used for various purposes. The generated lunar energy and objects that are created by it work decently during the daytime but reach their maximum power and capability when the sun goes down.

Lunar Vision: He can see everything that is happening on the Earth through the moonlight. As this power relies on moonlight, Mani can only observe where the moonlight can reach. He cannot see through solid, opaque materials and objects, the underground world, or the depths of rivers, seas, and oceans.

Lunaportation: He can teleport via lunar energy, as he can physically merge with the lunar energy and appear anywhere else that the moonlight can reach. This power is less effective during daytime, and even less effective when Mani is in his human vessel, hence its limited use.

STRENGTHS:

Mani can create almost all tangible objects one might think of using lunar energy. The lunar-made objects can perform just as the real ones, and their effects may be enhanced on full moon nights.

The god emits a soothing aura that keeps humans feeling relaxed and safe in his presence. His aura may have a similar effect on demigods and demigoddesses of perceived benevolent forces, while the opposite is true on descendants of perceived malevolent deities.

He is a competent healer and protector who offers help whenever he is called for.

He is creative, and his energy encourages and nurtures creativity in others. Artists, performers, writers, and creative individuals may benefit from asking for his guidance or frequently being exposed to his energy.

WEAKNESSES:

Some of his primordial powers, including lunar generation and lunarportation, have certain limitations in their effect since after Ragnarok. These limitations are most easily seen when he stays in a human vessel.

Mani is not always a good force. His dark side, though largely ephemeral, can emerge to provoke and enhance negative energies in the cosmos, including but not limited to over-hyperactivity and hallucination that prevent beings from seeing life as it is. Demigods and demigoddesses of malevolent deities may benefit from this dark energy. One will need to check the lunar phases before considering invoking the name of Mani.

He hardly lets any beings come close enough to figure out his complexity, and does not have the desire to explain himself to anyone.

He loves the worlds and their beings as a collective, but rarely truly loves them as individuals, making his gentleness and affection seem fickle and conditional at times.

[mnhia]

With one hand placed upon her shoulder and my mouth seized against the wound, it was a blind, refreshing nectar that flooded forth to appease my thirst. Little exertion was needed to coerce that warmth from her veins, albeit to my misfortune ━ for at once i wished to stop. Thirsty though I was, the blood that filled my mouth was neither satisfying nor inviting. And I was the one left filled with viscous horror as it began to burn my throat. It coated my lips with fire, my tongue numbed to the sensation scalding my cheeks and throat. One hand rose to prevent my hacking, though what little I'd succeeded in keeping in my mouth was quick to splatter down my chin, staining my skin and dripping sickly into patterns that matched my unrhythmic pitching.

ㅤㅤ" ━You, " I could hear the deep hiss of my own indrawn breath, and the suffocating silence of the room.ㅤ" ━What have you done to me? "

the bite did not hurt as i imagined it would. they make it look so grotesque in the cinema. fang ripping into flesh, tearing and destroying without thought. this was none of those things. rather a sharp, searing pain met with the cold of his mouth. both beautiful and terrifying, my body tensed, attempting to recoil in upon itself despite my best efforts to keep it still. in that haze of frenzy, my mind wandered. had i offered myself up to @nosferot to quench his thirst? had his words of venom turned to honey and beckoned me in from the cold? i could not remember the moment before this. i could scarcely remember to breath. as his fingers, long and sharp, dug into my shoulder, my own hands found their way in his shirt to hold myself upright, bracing for the darkness that would inevitably come.

but it was over as soon as it began. the pain suddenly replaced by a rush of cold air that stung the now open wound at the base of my neck. without thinking, my hand moved to cover the space his mouth had once occupied, fingers pulling away slick with blood. he was no longer holding me and i stumbled into into the adjacent wall. " i -- oh god, oh god. " it was all i could say, all i could think. i had no explanation, no understanding of what was happening. my head seemed to shake of its own accord. all i could do was look at him, dumbfounded and beg for forgiveness. " i'm so sorry, i don't know. "

[sebsxphia]

it’s been a hot second so i think it’s time for a kiddo agenda thot!!!

jake had had an especially long and exhausting day of training and he wasn’t looking forward to going home because it was thursday which meant you had a late class and wouldn’t be home for another three hours. that being said, when jake pulled into the driveway and saw your car still there, he was worried. did you take a nap and oversleep? are you sick? did something happen?

jake comes barging into your apartment in high alert mode, prepared to wake you up, give you cough medicine, or offer a shoulder to cry on. what stops him in his tracks is the sight before him as he hears “slow ride” playing on your speaker mixed with you singing along while your back is turned to him from your spot cooking at the stove, wearing one of jake’s t-shirts and a pair of pajama shorts. a smile makes its way onto jake’s face when you start to unrhythmically move your body along to the beat of the song, singing a little louder as you get more into it.

“oh yeah, kiddo, where’d you learn those moves from?” jake almost yells over the music, finally making his presence known. you whip around at the sound of his voice and quickly switch the stove off before making your way to jake.

“jakey! you’re home!” you wrap your arms around his neck and press a kiss to his lips, his arms instantly wrapping around your waist and holding you to him.

“i am, and so are you? what happened with your class?” he lowers his head a bit to be completely level with you.

“eh, didn’t feel like going today.” you say with a small shrug of your shoulders.

jake rolls his eyes and sighs, a pleading look in his eyes, “kiddo, c’mon. it’s one thing when you skip class in undergrad but this is your masters program, you can’t just skip because you want to. we talked about this-“

you chuckle and cut off his well-intended lecture, “i know old man, i’m just kidding. my professor had a wedding to go to so class was cancelled tonight. thought, i’d surprise you and cook you your favorite meal. how’s that sound?”

jake’s body visibly relaxes and he smiles, “you’re gonna give me gray hairs, darling. you know that? then you really will be with an old man, you wouldn’t want that now would you?”

you press a soft kiss to his lips and then one to his jaw (a place you learned is a sweet spot for him) and you swear he shudders a bit from your lips gentle touch. “jake seresin, i want you any time of day, any place, and it doesn’t matter if your hair is purple, green, gray, or blond. i’ll always want you.” you say it so casually while looking into his eyes holding nothing short of adoration behind your gaze.

“oh kiddo, i think that dinner is gonna have to wait.” jake moves his hold from your waist to grasp behind your thighs and hoist you up, instinctively your legs wrap around his waist and you giggle as he begins to carry you back to your room.

“is that so lieutenant?” a knowing smile playing on your lips.

“mhmmm” he tosses you onto the bed and crawls to hover over top of you. “gonna have to show you how much i appreciated the little show i got when i came in. you look so damn good in this shirt kiddo, i never want to forget how you look in it.” he says as one hand dips beneath the hem, slowly dragging it up.

bestie idk i’m sorry what that was it felt all over the place i’m sorry i’ve been stuck and wanting to write something for you but my gears just aren’t turning ): i’ll send you something good as soon as i can

““is that so lieutenant?” a knowing smile playing on your lips.

“mhmmm” he tosses you onto the bed and crawls to hover over top of you. “gonna have to show you how much i appreciated the little show i got when i came in. you look so damn good in this shirt kiddo, i never want to forget how you look in it.” he says as one hand dips beneath the hem, slowly dragging it up.”

BESTIE BESTIE BESTIE WAIT WAIT LEMME CATCH MY BREATH

lemme tell you something!!! lemme tell you something!!!! teasing jake about being an old man and then about his grey hairs!!!! but jake realizing you would actually find him really hot with grey hairs flips a switch in him and the dynamic has him so shamelessly turned on. the moment you pull the lieutenant card he’s full on possessed.

for some reason the thing that gets me most about the kiddo agenda is the fact jake is a lot older a fucking lieutenant 😵‍💫😵‍💫

oh my goodness bestie, please do not apologise at all!! i absolutely adored this and i can’t stop blushing and reading it!! this was insane my love. i’m so grateful you send me these, thank you so much!! 💌🫶🏼💖

[farraway]

"I break things up, put them together, and recreate." "Who do you think I am? A dentist who lives in a dirty room? Or a serial killer just like the one you write in your novel?" "Don't hide anything from me from now on. Okay?" "Didn't I tell you? Once I bite, I never let go."

"Jongwoo. Jaeho is dead."

Jongwoo is drenched in sweat. His heart is racing rapidly inside his ribcage. Way too fast. Way too unrhythmic. Way too loud, that he's afraid his neighbor is going to hear it. Ah yes. His very lovely of a neighbor.

Jongwoo rises his body—that feels very heavy and light at the same time. As if it does its best to do the opposite of what his brain tells it to. As if it's waiting for him to tell it to do a certain thing, the 'right' thing. Sitting upright on his small bed, Jongwoo tries to catch any sound he can hear from the outside of his cramped room. Nothing. Well nothing means good, doesn't it? He forces his body to get up, wasting no time to get the hell out of the coffin-like room, making as little noise as possible with his every move.

The cold feel of the dew and the little "click" sound of the beer can on his hand manage to make his mind cleared up a bit. His body seems to be more at peace with his brain now. He is sitting on the same chair he sat on the night that guy offered him some of his beer. And some of his meat.

He stares at the empty chair in front of him. Letting the alcohol stir his mind, letting his thoughts wonder around.

"Why are you so startled? Do you think it's human meat or something?"

Crazy motherfucker. I should've known by that time, shouldn't I? How much of a hell hole this place really is. He takes a mouthful of his beer.

"I thought you're throwing a body or something." "What's that stain? Looks like blood."

Wait, no. Even earlier than that. He takes another big gulp. The grip on his can is no longer comforting. It's starting to hurt instead, as his knuckles is getting paler and paler, as his breath is getting more and more erratic.

"What if it's burning up? When his hands strangle the victim, instead of the cold keys of a piano, maybe he feels the heat of a thousand degrees."

Jongwoo scoffs in disbelief, gulping the rest of his beer down his throat, ramming the empty can to the table. So it was really that early, eh? Right on their first meeting? How could he miss all of that? I should've known, I should've known, I should've fUCKING KNOWN. His own voice is screaming loudly inside his head. Anger, regret, fear, frustration, desperation, agitation, he can no longer tell what he feels right now. The sharp parts of the already crushed can is pricking into his flesh as he grips it tighter and tighter, can't seem to control both his emotion and his tremor.

And suddenly everything is pitch black.

Everything becomes cold. Jongwoo can sense it as his heart pounds his whole chest, getting more blaring with every beat, as if it's trying to get out of his ribcage, as if it's gonna burst and tear his whole body apart within seconds. He can hear every pulse of his blood buzzing into his ears. He can't see. He can't move. Fuck, he can't even breathe. Is he fainting? Is he suddenly blind? Did someone spike his beer? Does someone just put his head into a sack? Is he being kidnapped? What the fuck is going on?

Something warm presses his shoulders. Something gentle. Something familiar. "It's alright, honey." A deep and soothing voice. "It's just a blackout."

The pair of warm hands squeezes his shoulders a bit harder, just hard enough to feel reassuring, nonthreatening. Before they made their way to his arms, caressing them. Jongwoo doesn't resist, letting himself being touched.

The split second absent of warmth from his body and the sound of a chair being pulled tell him that Seo Moonjo sits right next to him. His hand is resting on Jongwoo's wrist now, putting a steady pressure on his skin, calming him down.

Against his own will.

No. Stop. Jongwoo closes his eyes, trying hard to numb himself. To harden himself.

This man is the last person he expects to have this kind of effect on him. A stranger. A serial killer. One that kills his friend. One that keeps encouraging him to kill. One that promises to make him special. One that had been disturbing his mind, torturing his thoughts, right until the blackout snapped him out of his head. He should be even more agitated than before. He should brush off the hand comforting him right now. He should scream, cry, attack, run, anything. Anything but this.

"Let go of this, darling." Moonjo's fingers are now wrapped around his clenched ones. The ones that are clutching the destroyed can of beer from earlier. "You will only hurt yourself this way."

It's already too late to try to hide the trembles on his hands. On his whole body, really. Moonjo unclenches his fingers one by one, replacing the unshaped can with his own hand. Again, Jongwo does nothing to resist.

He makes little circles on Jongwoo's knuckles with his thumb. Humming a bit. "Don't worry." A faint hint of adoration in his voice, a bit too overjoyed, but pretty well-masked with care and concern. "You will like it too, once you get used to the dark."

Bonus: once the blackout ends, Moonjo accompanies Jongwoo to his room. Jongwoo sits on the edge of his bed, as Moonjo kneels on the floor, treating the new scars on Jongwoo's palm, changing the bandage on his older scars, helping him change his sweat-drenched clothes into a new clean t-shirt. "Sweet dreams," he says as he puts Jongwoo's bandaged knuckles to his lips.

[azurevi]

enstars charas with an overworked s/o

First time writing enstars🤡 this took kinda long becz exams but i hope its good ^^ also kinda self indulgent hhh

Characters : natsume, ibara, leo, tatsumi, arashi, keito

Natsume

Natsume watches from the doorway as your head bobs about, hands tapping unrhythmically on the keyboard. You're already falling asleep, yet you still refuse to go to bed. 

Normally he won't interfere with your work, knowing that you're fully capable of making the right decisions, but it's a pain seeing you pushing yourself so hard. 

"Still working?" he steps in, holding a steaming drink in his hands. 

Your head snaps up at his voice, and you nod. It's a project that you've put off for far too long, and of course, you have to suffer the consequences. 

"The deadline is two days later, if I don't finish this section today I probably won't make it in time,"

He sets the mug beside your hand, observing your wandering gaze and disheveled hair which you must've been running your hand through. "I don't think you can finish it, though. You already look worn out."

You raise the mug to your lips and take a sip of whatever it holds. The drink tastes sweet and refreshing in your mouth, and almost instantly your muscles relax. "You aren't any better, you know,"

That's true. Being a nightowl himself, Natsume's words don't really seem all that persuasive. At first you would lecture him about how little he rested, but you gave up eventually. You suppose he's built differently, seeing as he can still perform well after only three hours of sleep. 

"Pretty sure I'm in better condition," he says, pulling a chair beside you and popping down. The wood scraps against the floor, creaking slightly. It's usually a sound that you find unbearable, but you seem to have missed it as you try to continue your work.

"Come here, love," he stretches his arms out, wiggling his fingers expectantly. You raise a brow, contemplating whether you should give in. It won't be a surprise if you fall asleep right away in his arms. 

"But work…" you sigh, tearing your eyes from him. His shoulders drop immediately, a frown forming from the rejection. "You're just gonna leave me hanging? How cruel…"

You know he's just messing with you when he let out a dramatic huff, but somehow his defeated look still tucks at your heartstrings. 

"Fine, fine…" you sigh, sneaking your arms around his torso and burying your head into his neck. His chest hums with satisfaction as he digs his fingers into your messy hair, soothing out knots he finds along the way gently. With every stroke you're getting drowsier and drowsier, and you know that you're supposed to be working, but the feeling of his hand running through your locks and the steady rise of his chest convince you to stay. 

You fall asleep almost immediately after you close your eyes. Natsume calls out to you and smiles when he hears your slight snoring instead. It's probably the best to get you to the bed and tug you in, but he decides to stay in his spot for a moment longer and relish your presence. 

Ibara

Ibara knows from experience just how hard it can be to sway you when you’ve made up your mind. That’s why he doesn’t try to sweet talk you or lecture you into sleeping. 

No, if he really wants to get you to listen, he will have to trick you into it. 

Almost like a hunter watching his prey, Ibara leans against the doorway as he tries to come up with a flawless plan for his mission. Several empty cans are littered around the desk and he can already smell the aroma of coffee from so far away. You had your fist in your hair, and every once in a while you had to stretch your muscles awkwardly from the lack of movement.

“Don’t you think you deserve a break?” he walks towards you, peeking over your shoulder at the work you’re struggling with. It’s yet another project for the other units, and you seem to be stuck in a dilemma.

“I don’t feel like sleeping without finishing this,” you say.

“Right, but I think you added an extra 0 here,” he points at the paper you're working on, where the value had been increased tenfold because of your negligence. 

“Oh goodness,” you sigh deeply, immediately erasing the zero. “How amateurish of me,”

Ibara watches as you rub the space between your eyes, trying to soothe the looming headache that was making your work even harder. “It feels like all the muscles in my body died,”

“You’ve been sitting for hours after all,” Ibara suddenly smiles, his eyes diminishing into thin slits. You don’t need to hear anything to know that he’s plotting something behind the smile. “What if I give you a short massage?”

Well… that is unexpected.

“A massage,” you repeat.

“That’s right,”

Now that is interesting. You’ve heard from Hiyori about how good Ibara’s massages are for more times than you can count, and it’s something you’ve always wanted to try. It just keeps slipping your mind. A massage sounds just as appealing as a five star meal right now considering how tired your limbs feel.

“Come on, I promise it’ll be worth it,”

“Fine,”

His smile widens even more. “Alright then! Please get onto the bed,”

“You wanna do it on the bed?” you frown. “I’ll fall asleep,”

“It’s not gonna be long,”

This sounds way too risky especially with the amount of work that’s still unfinished, but his grin is unwavering, as if he already knows what your answer will be.

“God, alright,” you admit defeat and throw yourself onto the bed face first. There is a moment of quiet shuffling before Ibara settles himself behind you, making sure he isn't crushing you under his weight. His hands find their way to your back, and start working their magic.

"Normally I would get massage oils, but that'll be for next time," Ibara says in a low voice, as if trying to lull you to sleep. Hiyori was right about his skills -- you don't think you've ever had a massage so satisfying before. Somehow, he just knows where to knead and how much pressure to put. With every passing minute your muscles are getting looser, as is your mind. You almost feel bad experiencing this for free.

You're about to fall asleep when something suddenly jolted your consciousness, like a big slap to your face. You have no idea how long you've been laying down in that hazy state, but you've still got work to do.

"That was the most incredible massage ever but I have to work now…" is what you're trying to say, but the words come out too jumbled and incoherent to be understood. When you try to get up, Ibara presses you back down, insisting that he's not done with the massage yet.

"I'm going to fall asleep for real," you argue weakly as your body slumps back into the mattress. Ibara watches as your words cease and your face loosens up, mouth slightly ajar as you finally indulge yourself to sleep. Maybe you'll be mad at you in the morning, but seeing you rest makes everything worth it.

Leo

This is so, so ridiculous. 

You've been telling Leo to go to bed for the past two hours, but did he listen? Evidently not, seeing as he's clinging to your arm with half-lidded eyes that are failing him every two seconds.

"Just go to sleep first, kay? I still have tons of stuff to do," you flip the pile of complicated documents around, not wanting to spare them another glance. Alas, there isn't much time left before your work is due, and the only way you can think of to tackle this is to keep pushing through no matter how worn out your body feels.

Your head is throbbing and somehow your sight just won't focus. You're pretty sure you're starving too, but you feel no incentive to leave your seat and grab snacks. No, you have to finish your work as soon as possible.

This might've been a lot easier if not for Leo. In the middle of your working he suddenly jolted awake and whined about wanting to cuddle with you. It's no surprise though, considering how often the two of you cling to each other during your sleep, but tonight just doesn't work out.

"Aren't you tired too? I can't sleep without you…" Leo mumbles.

"Pretty sure you're falling asleep as you speak," you say, even though you shouldn't be the one talking right now, not when you're also getting groggy just from his warmth and presence. 

When you turn to look at him, his face is squished against your arm, mouth slightly ajar as he snores. To prevent him from waking up again, you decide to tuck him in.

Which is a big mistake, because just the sight of the bed is enough to knock you out. Also because Leo's not letting go of your arm even in his sleep.

"Come to rest, please…" he mumbles quietly and you sigh. Trying to work when your body is screaming isn't going to do much anyway, you suppose, and you flop yourself onto the mattress with the boy. Leo may be childish at times, but everything he does comes from wishing for your wellbeing. 

Tatsumi

Lying to Tatsumi feels like committing the worst crime ever, but the guilt of going to sleep with your work still unfinished is even greater. 

That explains why you're here under the dim light of the desk lamp against Tatsumi's advice, trying to fight the sleepiness getting to your head as you type away on the keyboard. Just a few more pages and you will go to sleep, you decide, but 'a few more pages' is looking a lot like five essays right now.

You lean back against the chair, throwing your head back. You dare not close your eyes, because you're sure a second longer than an usual blink and you'll be a goner.

"Come on, come on…" you return to the original position, shoulders slumped and eyes squinting as you try to string sentences together. What is usually an easy task has become an impossible mission, and the voice at the back of your head suggesting you to give up isn't any help.

Absorbed in your work, you fail to notice the ruffling of the blanket and the shuffling of slippers behind you. When Tatsumi sets his hands on the back of your chair and calls you, you flinch dramatically.

"Oh," you sigh after calming down. "Did I wake you up?"

"Not really," he says. "I thought you agreed to go to sleep,"

You grimace at his words that remind you how you made a false promise with him when all he wanted was for you to take care of yourself. "I know I did, but I couldn't really fall asleep thinking of all this stuff," you gesture vaguely at the screen.

"I don't think you're doing well though," 

As if trying to prove his point, a yawn escaped your lips and tears blurred your vision. "I suppose not,"

He sits back onto the bed, reaching out so that he can hold your hands in his. "It's no use trying to work in your current state, you know? I know that you're feeling stressed out from all the work piling up, but rest is important for your productivity too. And I'd hate to see you overworking yourself," he pressed a kiss to your knuckles. "Let's go to bed first, and we'll tackle whatever's on your plate tomorrow, alright?"

He doesn't have to say much to sway you. It's one of his charms anyways -- being able to persuade you without even trying.

Arashi

Arashi glances at the clock. 1am. You've been working at your desk since 8, and she can see that you're already starting to fall asleep.

"Sweetheart? You should go rest," she says softly, resting her arms on your shoulders from behind. This brings your mind back to the present, and you sigh realizing that you've zoned out once again.

"Is this due soon?" Arashi asks.

"Not quite, but I don't want to pile everything up. I'm supposed to finish this part today but so many things happened that hindered my plans," you rub you the corners of your eyes. "And I'm already feeling tired,"

"Then you should probably sleep, right? Lack of sleep can mess your face up easily," she turns to cup your face, professionally observing your skin and missing the blush on your face. "You still look cute, but I'd be really sad if you became a victim of sleep deprivation~"

Her voice sounds light and casual, but you can tell that she's genuinely worried about your health. You pull her into a hug, burying your head in her clothes. She always gives the best hugs, hugs that understands you without having to exchange words, hugs that reassure you and rid you of anything on your mind, that remind you even if the world turned its back on you, you'd still have a home to come to.

"Let's go to bed," you suggest, voice woozy. 

"Sure, but let's do some skincare routine first!"

You always enjoy doing routines with her even though you're never one to pay much attention to yourself. But something about her being close and taking care of your face makes you feel at ease, and with her soft hands working on your cheeks, you quickly fall asleep.

Noticing your dropping head, Arashi lets out a sigh before carrying you in her arms, planting a light kiss on your forehead

"Sweet dreams, my love,"

Keito

When you started dating Keito, Kuro was quite delighted. One because he never believed someone could actually put up with the man, and two because someone can finally keep an eye on his atrocious working schedule.

What he didn't expect though, is that you're just as much of a hard worker as Keito. 

As the night passes, the two of you are still working incessantly. Except from the occasional small talks, there's only the sound of paper and keyboard in the room. The tea he brewed a while ago has already been emptied. You turn to look at the green-haired man, and although you can only see his back, he doesn't seem to be too affected by all this work. Perhaps his monstrous workload back in Yumenosaki Academy has turned him into a machine who doesn't feel tired.

But that can't be true. Surely, overworking a lot doesn't make you immune to it. Keito may not be vocal about how he feels, but he's still a human, and he's bound to feel tired,

The tapping sound on his end pauses abruptly as he turns to you, only to meet your observing eyes. This startles him a bit, and you let out a small chuckle.

"You should go rest-" he glances at the clock on the wall and frowns. "-it's already so late,"

"You're one to talk," you retort.

"I can still function without sleeping, but you shouldn't push yourself too hard,"

There it is again. He never seems to acknowledge his own weaknesses, only paying attention to others as he hides his feelings inside the myriad of work thrown at him each day. 

"No one can 'function without sleeping', Keito. You're not a superman,"

"..." 

Keito's shoulders are still tense, but he seems to be deep in thought as he isn't working on the computer either. After a moment of silence, he shakes his head and resumes typing. Perhaps he's reminded of his responsibilities, of the various roles that he plays, and how he can't afford to let anyone down.

As always, it's hard to move Keito. You brush it off and turn back to your work. 

It isn't until Keito stands up to get himself a new mug of tea that he realizes how drained you look. Your eyelids are drooping and even from far away he can notice errors on the computer screen. Your figure is slouched, leaning towards the table like you just want to fall asleep right there but can't.

"You should really go to bed," Keito walks to you, hand resting on the chair's rail. 

"Are you going to come with me?"

"What?"

"Are you going to come to bed with me?" you repeat.

"I still have work,"

"Then I'm not gonna rest yet,"

Keito raises his brows. "Are you threatening me with your own health?"

"If this is what I need to do for you to rest, then so be it,"

Silence fills the room. He watches as you tap away on the keyboard, re-typing every once in a while because your fingers just can't seem to find the keys. It's almost painful to watch.

"How incorrigible," Keito sighs. "Alright. Let's go,"

You jump to your feet immediately, dragging him to the bedroom. "No sneaking out after I fall asleep, okay? You have to rest for real,"

"Fine," Keito grunts.

The moment his head falls onto the pillow, he swears he can slip into dreamland right away. You throw your arm across his torso and he instinctively rests his head atop yours, listening as your breathing becomes more and more calm.

The both of you may be hopeless cases, but you always find a way to hold each other up.

[novasintheroom]

Hey its ray-jaykub! I saw that you did requests and i was wondering if i could get head-cannons on the turtles and what they like to do with their respective s/os

OMG I love you!!! Okay I gotta calm down hooo

Leo

·         Love love loves to carry you over rooftops and sit on high points to look over the city with you. This is one of his ways to calm down and think about things without his brothers’ around to stress him out, and having you there some nights, looking at the glitter of the lights – poetry for his heart

·         Speaking of poetry – you guys will have contests for who can make the worst poems. Just something to pass off to each other between visits, something you find in your bag or in his bed sheets. Cheesy, unrhythmic, stupid, whatever. You guys have cried laughing before b/c of this. However, every once in a while he’ll slap you with a real intimate and loving poem that just makes you melt.

·         You’ve started trying to sneak up on him. It doesn’t work. He still lets you do it, just so he can turn around and grab you at the last second. Sometimes he throws you on the nearest soft surface, sometimes he gives you a big kiss, sometimes he just starts carrying you around like a sack of potatoes – depends on his mood honestly. Your determination to spook him is cute.

·         Watching or listening to True Crime stuff becomes a quick couple’s hobby for you guys. Usually it’s playing in the background as you each do chores or work on some project, but you’ll each talk about the case throughout. You’ve hit him more than once for giving away what happened or who killed who. He’s too good at figuring this kind of stuff out!

·         He loves when you sit with him when he meditates. Even if you aren’t the meditating type, if you just sit quietly by him or read, he already feels much calmer. If he’s practicing balancing moves, he’ll sometimes grab you to hoist you up in the air, “to practice strength” at the same time. You’ve learned it’s a very bad idea to squirm when he’s got you planking above his head; he will start tickling you if you don’t keep still.

Raph

·         Once he gets a good enough disguise, he loves to ride around on his newly built motorcycle with you on the city streets. It’s fun to zip through cars and people and drive out to the sparser points of the city to watch ships come in and out of the bay or go to a park outside the city to watch the lights as they all turn on at dusk.

·         Loooovvess having movie nights with you. Seriously asks for it every week. You two get comfy on the couch with like 3 blankets thrown over your laps and watch something like Jurassic Park or Mad Max and gorge on buttery popcorn and chocolate. Sometimes you’ll slip in a chick flick like Pride and Prejudice. He acts like he doesn’t like it, but you’ve caught a goofy, happy smile on him more than once at the end of the movie, and then he starts lifting your hand like Mr. Darcy and adopting more “romantic” actions and it’s just *chef’s kiss*

·         You guys will spar together. It’s kinda required once you date him; he wants you to be able to kick butt if he can’t get to you fast enough. But these sessions usually end up with you and him wrestling/tickling each other and him holding you down with a foot while he lifts weights. Get comfy princess, he ain’t moving that foot ‘til he get 100 reps.

·         He has a really good eye for fashion and makeup. He’s actually the one that sews together all of his family’s clothes, as much as possible with the scraps they find around. It’s calming to make something instead of the stigma he has of destroying stuff. He’s the first person you SnapChat with an outfit just to make sure it looks good, and he sends back honest feedback, like “why do you still have that scarf, you know it doesn’t match anything in your closet,” or “try the red sweater with that long gold necklace you have.” Everyone compliments your outfits so much because of his input

·         Likes to go swimming with you. There’s a few clear, clean pools in the sewers (Donnie approved) where you guys go just to have a good swim. There’s usually some candles lit and music playing. More often than not, you’ll end up laying on his chest while he floats on the surface and just enjoy each other’s company. At least until he gets the idea to dunk you.

Donnie

·         Sneaking into the rafters of Broadway is a regular event for you guys. He manages to disable any security they have up around your “spot,” and you get a free show with your favorite person. He’ll be quoting his favorite lines for days after, all the while talking about the next show to see. He’d so be a theater kid if he had the chance.

·         One of the main things that got you guys together in the first place was you helping him put together tech he’s working on. It still continues now, since you have a steady hand and a willing ear to listen to his theories and ideas. You’ve even inspired him a few times with your comments! It’s a casual bonding activity for you both, and he values your thoughts.

·         Spontaneous dances are a must. Sometimes he’ll grab you and dance around the room – especially if an experiment of his goes well – sometimes it’ll be goofy dances to see how badly you two can embarrass anyone looking, and other times, you guys will just slow dance before you leave, just as a way to be close before having to part.

·         You guys form your own little potted plant collection in the lair. It’s both a hobby, and a way for you to check on how he’s doing. If he’s doing well, the plants are watered and taken care of. If he’s getting sucked into things and forgetting to care for himself, the plants suffer. He tries to get an auto-watering system for them, but you shut that down quick. It’s good to do some things yourself rather than rely on technology!

·         Cupcake Saturdays are a thing. He’ll take you to a bakery, where you’ll go in and get a box of cupcakes (extra frosting). You guys will then just chow down on them on the rooftop, often with him licking a lot of the frosting off the cupcakes before eating the actual “cake” part.

Mikey

·         Such a fan of trying every new restaurant you can find in NYC. It’s become a date-night tradition every Thursday to either order or pick up some hole-in-the-wall place’s food, meet up somewhere, and Gordon Ramsay the crap out of the food. He does a mean Ramsay impression, and you’ve snorted more than one ramen noodle out of your nose from laughing so hard.

·         If you aren’t a fan of video games, you will be once you date this guy. It’s not even just watching or playing video games with him, he’s just funny when he plays! He’ll make the most stupid comments about something going on in the storyline, or mess around, even glitch out a game. He’s managed to get out of the maps of Among Us more than once. You’re convinced if he started his own YouTube gaming channel, he’d be a quick star.

·         Game nights are a must for you guys. It usually turns into a family game night with you, the turtles, Splinter, April and Casey, which Mikey just adores because he gets to see everyone he loves having fun. You two will usually team up against the others, or turn on each other to stab the other in the back. Uno and Cover Your Assets have made you guys question your loyalty to each other more than once. That Uno Reverse card, man…

·         Arts and crafts are his favorite. Anytime a holiday is coming up, Mikey gets hyped ‘cause he knows you guys are gonna start making decorations for it. You guys will usually make decorations for each other. Mikey loves this, just because he feels like a normal person by having actual Halloween decorations around the lair instead of stuff he and his bros scraped together off the streets.

·         Loves to stargaze with you in the summer time. He’ll convince Donnie to let him drive the truck out of the city to the countryside of New York, bring you with him, and set up on the roof of the truck in the middle of a field (that he totally didn’t crash through a wood fence to get to). Fireflies will fly over your faces, and he’ll joke that they’re shooting stars and make a thousand and one wishes on each of them. He won’t tell you that all of those wishes are for you and him to be together forever, but it’s not hard to guess with how mushy he gets after each one.

[bouldershima]

okay but this has been living in my head rent free,,

tw: slight degredation (??), thigh riding, daddy dom if you squint, finger lickin' good sucking, breeding kink if you realllly squint

imagine making out with bakugo in his office during his lunch break, and i mean like going at it. you're straddling his lap as his hands rest on your ass, giving it a good squeeze every now and then. he then grips your hips and centers you on one of his thighs, which elicits a moan out of you. flexing his thigh muscles in an unrhythmic manner, he moves your hips against clothed thigh and nibbles on your neck a bit, whispering "be a good girl and ride daddy's thigh". once you start to move your hips on your own accord, he keeps one hand rested on it and the other makes its way to your lips, gently caressing them with his fingers before pushing two of them inside your mouth. he watched you with hooded eyes as you sucked on his fingers and pleasured yourself ever so eagerly on his thigh, the tent in his pants becoming painfully tight. "look at you losing yourself on just my thigh, does it feel good slut?" he says as he presses you down harder on his muscle. with each rut of your hips, you could feel your release only get dangerously closer. of course the great bakugo katsuki sensed this, so he took his fingers out from your mouth and moves them to your swollen button, rubbing it in harsh circles. "that's it, be a good little bitch in heat and cum all over my thigh." those words along with the extra stimulus were all you needed to be thrown over the edge, incoherent moans leaving your lips as you rode out your high. bakugo groans at the sight of your arousal staining his hero outfit, palming himself at the feeling. "that's a good girl. now daddy will fill you to the brim with his cum as a reward."