#he constantly brushes against my legs and tries to get up on my lap when im sittin down

[dusty-pistol]

First post of the day

Every time I leave my room, my cat is RIGHT THERE, and he keeps STEPPIN ON ME, and the lil bastard doesn't know how to SHEATH HIS CLAWS...

[fastandcarlos]

Paddock Naps : ̗̀➛ Lando Norris

summary: it's a dangerous game when lando falls asleep, but particularly when he finds himself falling asleep on you in the paddock

Your head shook as you glanced down at Lando beside you, his head falling further and further down. When you first let him rest in your lap you knew you were playing a dangerous game but you knew with how busy race days usually were there was no way that Lando was going to be able to rest with you for too long. 

Little did you know though how much you were helping him in his mission to fall asleep. The way your fingers ran through his hair, or tickled against his waist all helped him to feel incredibly comfortable, perhaps a little too comfortable if you were a member of McLaren staff. 

Time ran away with you tucked up in the hospitality lounge, but the sound of a figure coughing beside you soon made you look up, and immediately look back down. 

Oscar’s head shook at the sight of the two of you, something he had gotten pretty used to seeing from you. “How has he managed to fall asleep already? It’s barely even one in the afternoon.” 

“Who’s fallen asleep?” A second voice called out, your expression cringing as Daniel appeared up alongside Oscar.  

You didn’t quite know where to look as Daniel’s eyes widened at Lando fast asleep, having to place his mouth over his hand to hold back his laughter and make sure that he didn’t disturb Lando with his laughter.  

“You look very comfortable,” Oscar teased as your eyes met his, offering you a smile. 

“He’s a pain,” you complained, feeling your legs get number and number the more time that passed. As much as you wanted to be annoyed at Lando for falling asleep on you, seeing him so content made your heart swell, knowing just how exhausted he was with the last of three consecutive races looming.  

They all had their moments when they tried to get some peace and quiet, but you and Lando were unlike any other couple around the paddock. Other drivers could only admire how comfortable you were around each other, how little you cared about what others thought of you or how much you wanted to be around each other.  

It was something that terrified you when you first started dating Lando, but he helped you to not worry about anyone else, training you out of worrying about all of the eyes on you. 

“How long until your meeting?” You asked Oscar as he and Daniel took a seat in front of you to keep you company whilst you waited for Lando to stir.  

“We’ve still got a little while yet, we don’t want to wake sleeping beauty up too early, otherwise we’ll never hear the end of it.” 

Your hand gently brushed over the top of Lando’s head once again, tangling gently through his curls as you tried your best to tidy his hair up for him a little. 

“You know he’ll wake up and still complain he’s tired,” you warned the two of them, “he won’t care about the fact that I won’t be able to feel my legs for the rest of the day.” 

Daniel could only snigger as you spoke, “it’s his fault for having such a big head.” 

You struggled to hold back your laughter, it was something that Lando told you constantly, but only now were you feeling the full weight of it weighing you down in your seat. 

After a few minutes of light conversation between the three of you, a groan could be heard from your lap. All eyes looked down as Lando’s eyes fluttered open, grunting at the two men he saw sat in front of him, before glancing up at you. 

“Nice to see you awake, it’s only the middle of the afternoon,” Oscar teased as he glanced down at his watch. “Nothing like a midday nap to prepare you for a race is there?” 

The moment your eyes met Lando’s you could see how needed his rest was. He smiled softly up at him as he continued to wake himself up, shuffling slightly, much to your relief, as you finally managed to slightly move your legs. 

“You really have no shame, do you?” Daniel couldn’t help but joke too. “Do you know how many people have walked into this room and just found you laid out there?” 

Lando shot a glare in response to Daniel, stretching himself up before sitting up in the chair next to you where his feet had been laying, hearing a giggle come from you as you shook your own body awake too. 

“You’re such a lump,” you smirked as Lando looked at what you were doing, watching as you shook your legs, finally feeling the movement come back into them.  

An apologetic pout formed on Lando’s face as he shuffled closer towards you, resting his hand against your lap as his head came down to rest against your shoulder, still a little bit on the sleepy side of life. 

“Don’t fall asleep again,” you warned, jolting your shoulder to keep Lando awake. 

A frustrated sigh came from him, “why can’t you just let me sleep for the rest of the day?” 

“Because we have this thing called work,” Oscar interjected, shaking his head at how dramatic Lando was. “I think Y/N has better things to do then let you throw yourself across her all day.” 

You couldn’t see Lando, but you could imagine the glare that he was sending at Oscar, with Daniel chuckling next to him to add salt into the wounds for Lando. 

“I hate all of you,” Lando confirmed, “I just want to rest, is that really so hard?” 

You knew exactly what would happen if you let Lando sleep any longer. You’d been on the receiving end of Zak before when Lando had missed important team meetings, he trusted you to keep Lando in check and loved to tease you whenever you failed at that job. 

“Come on sleepyhead, you can rest when we’re back at the hotel tonight,” you smiled, resting your head down on top of Lando’s. “I don’t think your bank account will want to pay the fine for another missed team meeting.” 

A hum of agreement came from Lando as he reluctantly sat himself up, still staring at Daniel and Oscar as they continued to laugh to themselves at the scene they saw unfold before them.  

“You wait, I’ll get you two back for this.” 

“We’re just sat here, we’re not doing anything wrong.” 

Lando looked to you for help, but you chose to stay quiet, knowing that Daniel and Oscar had kept you company for most of the time he slept, you couldn’t betray them by siding with Lando now. 

Before Lando could snap back at them, the two of them excused themselves, Daniel ready to head to his meeting, Oscar keen to impress and make sure that he got to the McLaren office before Lando did and keep everyone on his side.  

“I can’t wait to go home tonight,” Lando whispered across to you, sitting himself up again. “Thank you for letting me rest on you babe, I do feel a lot better after it.” 

Your head nodded as your hands cupped either side of Lando’s face. “I promise as soon as you’re finished we’ll head out of here and get you to bed as soon as possible.” 

Lando smiled appreciatively back across at you, resting his head into your left palm. He desperately wanted to stay with you forever, but he knew that he would never be allowed to do that.  

“Go and be amazing and I’ll be here when you get back,” you encouraged, tapping Lando’s cheek as he reluctantly stood up from his chair. “If you get bored, just think about all of those cuddles we’ll have at the hotel tonight.” 

Lando’s head nodded as he leaned down and pressed an appreciative kiss against the top of your head, brushing his hand through your hair. “Thank you for always being there for me, it means the world to me love.” 

“You’re welcome Lan,” you whispered. 

“See you soon, for the most incredible rest.” 

˗ˏˋ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ! ´ˎ˗

[whorefordean]

Can you write some Dean Winchester head canons, preferably smutty ones if you’re up to it ☺️

for how often i think about being absolutely annihilated by this man, this took entirely too long to write. my apologies.

anywho... these are all actually factual because i say so!

p.s i apologize for this being so short :/

18+ mdni below the cut

- i stand by the fact that if you don't go on a hunt with dean, this man is sending dick pics or constantly asking you for nudes. usually, you send them just because it's fun, but sometimes you like to tease dean about it.

"but sweetheart, there's no telling how long this case is gonna take," he'll whine over the phone when sam leaves the room for a few hours to go interview a witness or something.

"dean, it's been less than twenty-four hours. i think you'll survive."

"what if i die from blue balls?"

"goodbye, dean."

"wait-" click. dean pouts when you end the call. it doesn't last long though because his phone chimes a few minutes later with a photo from you, followed by a text. "don't die on me."

he one thousand percent sends you a picture a few minutes later of his cum covered hand and cock.

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-maybe i'm projecting but i think dean gets into the habit of waking you up in the middle of the night because he wakes up horny, like he has a wet dream about you, and bless his heart, he tries so hard to not wake you up. so he starts listing monsters in his head, and analyzes the lyrics to his favorite song. man even tries counting sheep just to distract himself.

but it's no use. so instead, dean starts rubbing your arm softly, cooing your name in an effort to wake you up. you might stir a little, just to get closer to him, but dean hisses when you toss your leg over his waist, brushing against his dick.

he's gripping your thigh tight and then he's biting down lightly on your shoulder, pulling you from your sleep. he almost feels bad for waking you up when you pout at him, but you shift against his cock again, making him groan as all his empathy is flying out the window.

"what's wrong, dean?" you're asking innocently while sitting up, still not having noticed his situation.

"fuck, sweetheart," he grunts in your ear. you look so confused but so pretty as dean stares up at you. before you can breathe he's shoving his lips onto yours and pulling you to sit on his lap. you moan when you feel his cock rubbing against your clothed pussy.

"fuck, dean, again?" you question, choking on a moan. it's the third time this week that he's woken you up like this.

"it's a wasted dream if it's not about me being buried deep inside you," he smirks proudly.

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- dean finds out that you like listening to audio porn (in badjhur we trust) so he records some for you. finds out what your favorite tags are somehow and incorporates those into it. (the tongue clicks 🫣)

- dean is so used to slapping your ass at home that he will do it constantly in public. he doesn’t even smirk about it like he does at home. just stares at you with wide im sorry eyes while you glare at him with that so help me god look.

- dean is a munch. will spend all day buried between your thighs just because he can. you’re begging him to stop. whining bc it’s too much and he’s just all heavy breathing as he stares up at you. sweetheart please, i missed you. he’ll give the same excuse every time, even though he’s only been gone for maybe an hour to do a beer run.

- dean is soooo into face sitting. he’s definitely the type that will force you to actually sit because he does take personal offense if you hover.

- he's so into free use. you can't tell me different. getting to use and play with his sweetheart whenever he wants? say less.

- also he loves to cum inside you and make you cockwarm him after so none of it leaks out

-oh my god. he burns you a cd called "sexy time with my sweetheart." and now he refuses to listen to any of the songs on it outside of the bedroom because he's conditioned to get hard when he hears them.

[imsilay]

AKRASIA

NSFW! mdni +18

word count: 1.3k

art cr: @kinky-thirsty-reader

You let out a sigh as he continued to caress your knees with his big calloused hands. Drawing small circles or writing his name with his fingers, invisibly marking you as his. “Pay attention to me.” he mumbled for nth time. He just wanted your attention to be on him, constantly. The couch you were sitting was big enough for him to fit but he preferred to sit on his knees before you. “Bitte, Maus.” he pressed a kiss on your knee through the fabric of your long skirt. You couldn’t sit, eat, read, even breathe without him. He was ridiculously obsessed with you. You feel his big arms snake around your waist as you ignored his pleas. Now he was like a child trying to find comfort on their mother’s lap. His head buried into your lower abdomen and his arms tightly wrapped around your waist. It was the most comfortable place on earth for him.

As you continue your reading, his hand grabbed your wrist and put your small, soft hand on his head. You understood what he wanted and if it meant he was going to be quiet you’d gladly oblige him. Your fingers brushed on his hair. He let out a satisfied humm and held you tighter. Your presence was always comforting to him that he wouldn’t wear his mask around you. And that was why he was so obsessed with you. Whenever you weren’t around he became nervous and panicked. If he wasn’t deployed or away from you for any reason, he had to be on or in you. His massive frame was between your legs as he clung to your waist for dear life. As if he was afraid that you’d leave.

After you finished another chapter of your book he decided it was enough reading. “I’m better than this stupid book.” he mumbled and tossed your book to other couch before climbing on top of you. Was it possible that he was jealous of a book? Because when he threw it away he kissed you, it was like he was trying to prove it. “You’re so childish.” you rolled your eyes and tried to reach for your book. “Me? Do you really think i’m childish, Maus?” König raised an eyebrow and pinned your hands above your head. When he hovered over you like that he definitely wasn’t looking childish. “Yes.” you muttered and he could see how your pupils dilated. “Then let me prove you otherwise.” he looked intensely into your eyes and pinned your body down to couch with his weight. You could feel his toned chest against yours. The was his body rubbed against yours as he leaned in and kissed your jaw made you wet. “I love it when you challenge me, Maus. But in this… You can’t win.” you bit your tongue to not moan. One of his hands stayed cuffing your hands above your head, the other one tilted your chin up. “Don’t mistake my desperation for you with childishness. I can be really rough with you.” his big hand wrapped around your neck. “I’m capable of it.” he mumbled and squeezed your neck ever so slightly reminding how dangerous it was to mess with him. “But i just love you too much. I can’t bring myself to do it.” his thumb caressed your pulse. “Do you understand?” he mumbled and let his body weight sink you into couch. He got comfortable on top of you and put his head on your chest. He could hear how fast your heart was beating, it made him smile and press a kiss on your heart. You nodded and lay unmoving under him.

“Hug me.” he narrowed his eyes as you just lay there. He wanted to feel your loving touch on his body. “You’re heavy.” you tried to move into more comfortable position but he dug his fingers into your waist and held you down. “I know. And you love it, Maus. Did you really thought i wouldn’t notice how flustered you get when i’m all over you like this?” his head moved up until his lips reached your pulse feeling how fast it was. You sighed and wrapped your arms around him as well. “Happy?” you asked. He hummed in response and trapped your body tightly under his. His legs tangled with yours, his body covered yours and made you disappear beneath him. His stomach was against your crotch, you could feel his abs and it made your clit throb.

He noticed how you squirmed under him. Trying to squeeze your pretty thighs together but his massive frame was blocking it. “I bet you’re soaking now.” he chuckled lightly and tugged your skirt up to your waist. And fuck he was right. You absolutely loved when he reminded how big and strong he was. Your panties were so wet with your arousal, it covered his fingers when he touched it. He bend one of your knee for easy access to your dripping little cunt. “Mein Gott Maus…” he mumbled as his fingers teased your clad pussy. “So hübsch. Do you need something big inside to make you feel good, hmm?” he whispered and slid his hand into your panties. His palm toying with your clit as his fingers curled inside your tight walls. You whined and your back arched foward him. You wanted- no needed whatever he gave you. “Can you cum f’me?” he purred against your neck, his hot breath made your walls clenched around his thick, lengthy fingers. “You’re gonna cum on my fingers like the good girl you’re, right? ‘gonna make a mess f’me?” he cooed as his fingers pumped into you with an ungodly pace. His words made your little cunt pulse around his digits as you cum with a cry. “Braves Mädchen.” he purred and kissed your neck making you whine again. He chuckled lightly and pulled his fingers out. “I’m gonna need that.” he mumbled as he pocketed your panties, wet with your arousal and cum. For scientific purposes. -He was making a collection.- You were out of breath but he didn’t gave you time to collect yourself. “König what ar-“ he lapped at your sensitive slit. Licking it clean to make a mess again. “You’re so sweet.” he groaned and dive back into your pussy. Sloppily eating you out. You tried to squeeze your thighs around his head but his large palms held you spread open for him. “König, ple-please slow down.” you begged as he tongue-fucked your sopping hole. He shook his head and made you gasp with sensation. His nose rubbing your clit as his tongue devoured everything he could.

He was drinking from you like a starved animal. “Fuck-“ you gasped and grabbed his hair, yanking it to push his head away. He didn’t liked it. “If you don’t want me to eat you out ‘till you can’t cum, stop pushing me.” he growled and hold your both wrists with one of his hands. Your walls clenched around nothing when you saw him lick his lips and wipe your slick off his chin. “Be a good girl if you don’t want punishment.” his big, calloused hand landed a slap on your clit. And you swear you almost cum. The noise you made when he hit your clit left him speechless. “Mein Gott… Did you like it that much?” he mumbled as he licked his palm clean from your slick. “N-no.” you sobbed but it was clear how you did. “You don’t need to be shy, Maus~” he purred as he shoved his fingers into your little cunt. You mewled when he hit your sweet spot. You were already so sensitive and his fingers curled so deliciously in you. Suddenly he hit your clit again, harder this time. Your hips shuddered and you cum unannounced, hard. The mix of the pain of his slap and the pleasure of his fingers inside you made your head spin. His head immediately found its place between your legs and drank your sweet nectar. “All mine.” he growled and grabbed your hips, lifting your hips up and drawing you closer to his body so he could catch everything…

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tags

@lazyflue @koiphisch

[strawberriianime]

Surprise Visitor

♡ ryomen sukuna x reader

♡ Your good friend Itadori comes to visit you~?

♡ cw: 18+ content, oral sex (receiving), fingering, dirty talk, sukuna switches with yuji, sukuna's a flirt.

Hanging with Yuji is fun, however hanging around with his permanent special guest is not so fun. It's no secret that Sukuna has a thing for you, he makes it known out loud. He constantly plagues Yuji's mind with dirty images of you, impure thoughts that leave him up all night silently masturbating as Sukuna thought bout how your boobs bounced up and down earlier that day as you went down the steps.

One day you wore a pair of spandex shorts that caressed every curve so perfectly showing the complete shape of your ass. It took everything in Yuji's body to keep Sukuna at bay, as he constantly tried to catch Yuji in a weak moment so he could pounce on you. If he couldn't swap places with him he was more than okay with making extra mouth pop up to add his unnecessary commentary. "It looks like you're not wearing panties, let me get a taste." he was quick as Yuji slapped the side of his face leaving before you could respond. You had to reassure Yuji that Sukuna was just being Sukuna and his comments didn't affect you and you just brushed them off as he started to avoid you. It's been a while since you have seen Yuji but you simply brushed it off as he was busy.

Currently, you have just gotten out of the shower relaxing in your towel rubbing a vanillia-scented lotion on your skin when you hear a knock at your door. Hopefully, it was the food you had ordered as you were starving and they were definitely running late. Changing into your silk robe, you made your way to the door opening it only to be met with a broad chest. "Yuji," you asked gripping your robe as he stepped into your apartment. You closed the door, locking it and waiting for a response. "Guess again" a deeper voice replied. "Sukuna? Why are you here?" you gripped your robe even tighter as the man instantly moved behind you one hand gripping your lower waist and the other stopping right under your breast. "Please, you know why I'm here and what I'm here for." He pushed you back slightly allowing you to feel his harden length against your soft ass. "You've been teasing me and that's not fair. Wearing those short skirts with the tiniest pair of lace panties barely covering that greedy pussy" his lower hand trails along the material of your robe, rubbing circles on your thigh and moving closer to your heat. You pressed your thighs together to prevent his hands from moving any farther. To your dismay, he easily pried your legs apart warm fingers rubbing against your slick folds. "No panties on? Tch It's like you knew I was coming over." As much as you wanted to protest, you couldn't deny the amount of pleasure you were feeling. He used his middle finger to rub circles onto your clit causing your chest to heave and making the silk material of your robe slide over your shoulders. You felt his hand sneak up to grab at your breast, folding the flesh in his palm. You felt something wet along your nipple, sucking harshly at the bud sneaking in a few bites here and there. He pushed in two fingers causing you to let out a long sultry moan, you could almost feel his smirk. "Kids got taste, nice tits, fat ass, and a wet tight pussy not bad" he teased moving his fingers in and out slowly. He moved you two over to your living room chair, causing you to sit on his lap his fingers still inside you. Your legs were spread wide open giving him full access to your cunt. Pulling you out of your thoughts, you felt his pace speed up fingering you at a pace you've never experienced before. "A-aah Sukuna fuck!" The room was filled with wet, squelching sounds mixed in with your moans. "Listen to that, your pussy is yearning for my dick just begging to be fucked and stuffed with my cum" he growled in your ear and you threw your head back clenching around the fingers you were about to cum on. As if reading your mind, he pulled his fingers out causing you to sight. Your juices reflected on his fingers, watching as he brought them to his lips tongue licking around his fingers sucking your juices off them. "I want you to cum on my tongue" he was quick to sit you down, pushing your legs apart cunt shining under the dim living room lights. With no hesitation, he lapped at your heat licking between your folds tongue swirling around finding your clit sucking harshly at the bud. Your legs were getting weak, as you were still sensitive from the almost orgasm you had earlier. "Fuckk it feels so good" you moaned out feeling his tongue poke around your entrance teasing the hole. You felt his hands grip your waist pulling you closer and allowing him to push his tongue in even deeper. He could tell from the constant shaking of your legs that you were about to cum. "It takes a real man to eat pussy this good" he sucked greedily at your clit rotating between roughly sucking at your puffy folds. "A-aah I-Im cumming" Your back arched off the chair feeling the familiar sensation coming over your body. The rough suck slowly turned into gentle kitten licks lapping up the remainder of your juices. You felt his tight grip loosen and his body language change completely. "Yuji? Oh My God"

[valentiyne]

𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗇? ꕥ 𝖺𝗌𝗁𝗍𝗈𝗇 𝗂𝗋𝗐𝗂𝗇

Ashton Irwin x Fem!Reader Summary: Getting randomly selected as a seat filler for an award show can't be as boring as it seems. Warnings: None Word Count: 1.3k Copyright © 2023 Valentiyne. All rights reserved. This original work is not allowed to be reposted on any platform in any format.

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Confirmation Code #AI0771994

Hello Y/n!

We received your request form for the annual MTV VMA's seat filler position. Your ticket was randomly selected and we are sending this email as a confirmation of your acceptance.

We hope to see you there!

The MTV Video Music Awards is an award show to honor the best in the music video medium. Of course, I had stumbled upon the application as an ad while scrolling through Instagram- thinking nothing of it when I filled it out months ago.

When I woke up to the confirmation email this morning, I flew out of bed and began picking out an outfit- regardless if I was five hours early. I spent most of the afternoon practicing my best smiles and poses, making sure I wasn't caught on live TV with an embarrassing face.

I stumbled down the steps, constantly checking the time over and over again. It was enough to send chills down my spine- wondering who I would get the honor to sit next to. Justin Bieber? Or even Taylor Swift? A girl can only dream it's someone she adores.

"Ticket please", The man at the front asked in a husk voice, holding up his scanner toward my phone as I showed him the confirmation email instead. His eyes scan it, using his pinky finger to scroll across the email.

"Seat filler..", He scratches his chin for a moment before turning around to speak into his earpiece, leaving me to anxiously bounce between my feet. He snaps back around, pointing behind him before leaning in,

"You're going to go straight down the hall, into the auditorium and find the next open seat. Do not scream or squeal if you're placed by a huge celebrity- it's against your policy and you will be thrown out", He hands me a wristband and I slap it around my wrist, giving him a quick 'thanks' before darting down the hall.

The auditorium was filled to the brim, the loud bickering of voices filled my ears as I tried to focus my eyes at the empty seats. There were limited seats that weren't preoccupied so I found myself circling the same corner until I spotted one in the back. I scooted through peoples legs before plopping down in a vacant seat- or so I thought.

"Excuse me ma'am? You're in my seat", I snap my eyes up and give a faint smile before clutching my purse and brushing past the lady that stood before me. I looked around once more before finding another seat a few rows up.

"Excuse me, Is this seat taken?", I leaned down to ask the man who was busy talking to the brown-haired boy on his right. He averts his gaze over to me before shaking his head and grabbing his water bottle from the seat,

"No not at all, help yourself."

I give him a thankful smile before plopping down beside him, my elbow brushing his as I propped it up on the armrest.

I started at the people seated in front of me, taking numerous selfies of themselves so I awkwardly looked to the right only to be met with hazel eyes staring back at me. He was dressed in almost casual clothes, with the exception of a leather jacket and freshly polished dress shoes. His cologne smelled like it cost more than my apartment's rent and I took note of the fact he may be a celebrity I didn't know.

"Are you a seat filler?", His voice chirps up after a few moments of awkward silence of the self-challenged staring contest. His eyes glance between my eyes and my tight black dress,

"Yeah, are you?", I shift now, turning ever so slightly to the right to fully face him with my purse on my lap.

He gives me a warm smile, flashing his dimples for a mere second before nodding. The announcer, some celebrity who's name I couldn't pronounce, introduces themselves before notifying us that the show was starting. I switch my phone on silent and slide it into my dress' pocket, taking note of the hazel eyed man next to me copying my actions.

A few big named artists preform on the stage in front of me, confetti falling occasionally. I couldn't help but glance over to the boy next to me hunched over to his right with his back towards me. I blow air into my cheeks and begin bouncing my leg nervously. A tap on my arm snapped me from my train of thought and I immediate look down to see a piece of paper at the edge of my elbow.

"This is lame"

I stifle a laugh and look up at him, reaching across to snag the pen from his hand.

"You chose to be here silly"

He leans in closer to read my tiny handwriting before gently taking the pen back,

"Something like that"

He gives a crooked smile and I roll my eyes at him causing him to pass the pen back to me,

"I'm Y/n"

"Ashton"

I whisper his name in my head, trying to put his face to a name before smiling up at him.

"We should do something after this?"

Oh he's bold.

"We could ditch now" I look up hopefully, only to find him shaking his head with a frown.

"Cant" Is all he writes before stuffing the pen back into his blazer and facing his attention to the stage.

I turn my gaze back to the front, subconsciously looking at Ashton through my peripheral vision. He doesn't move an inch nor advert his eyes in my direction for a whole hour.

The announcer walks back on stage, adjusting their hair before speaking.

"As we all know, Song of the Summer is one of the biggest awards to be given out tonight-" They start, toying with the envelope in their hand. "It is voted by fans across the globe and tonight, I'm here to announce who gets the honor to take home this award"

The audience goes silent, my eyes averting back to Ashton whose jaw was now clenched and I could've sworn I saw his eyes watering.

"And the winner for Song of the Summer goes to", the announcer unfolds the tiny envelope in front of them and smiles into the crowd. It was the last award to be given out tonight, and I could see Ashton rubbing his knees with both hands.

"5 seconds of summer!"

Ashton and the men seated next to him shoot up, hands in the air as they start shouting and jumping. The bright spotlight hits my face and I cover my eyes before a rough tug on my arm sends me up from my seat. I'm pulled into a tight embrace, large arms covering my figure as I adjust my head to look up. Ashton was hugging me, jumping up in down with me in his arms.

A song begins playing over the loud speakers and he lets go of me, patting my head before handing me the slip of paper from before.

"See you soon", he shoots me a toothy grin and follows after his friends up towards the stage. I was in disbelief, one second someone is telling you their a seat filler and the next they are a rockstar in sheep's clothing. I turn my gaze to see four pieces of paper taped to the seats that were once occupied by them,

Reserved for: Michael, Luke, Calum and Ashton

I blink a few times before sitting down to read the note that Ashton had handed me.

Hi, sorry for lying. here's my number incase you still wanted to grab a bite to eat?

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-Ash Xx

[gothicxreylover]

I want to request a Yandere Angeldust from hazbin hotel

Yandere Angel Dust Headcanons

(Reader is gender neutral, and angel dust is based off the pilot)

1. Possessive Love

Angel Dust is naturally flirty and carefree on the surface, but when it comes to you, he becomes incredibly possessive. Anyone who flirts with you or even looks at you the wrong way is met with his sharp tongue and, if necessary, a bullet from his gun.

2. Constant Attention

Angel thrives on attention, and he demands the same from you. If you spend too much time with someone else or seem distracted, he gets pouty and passive-aggressive, making sly comments to pull you back to him.

3. Manipulative Tendencies

Angel knows how to use his charm and wit to keep you dependent on him. He’ll shower you with compliments and gifts, only to subtly remind you that no one else will ever love you the way he does.

4. Violence as a Solution

While Angel tries to keep things lighthearted, his yandere tendencies surface when he feels threatened. Anyone who tries to harm or take you away is met with his deadly efficiency. He might even make jokes while dealing with them, masking his true rage.

5. Clingy Behavior

Angel constantly wants to be near you, whether it’s hanging out, holding your hand, or cuddling. If you try to create some space, he panics, convinced you’re slipping away, and will go to extreme lengths to keep you close.

6. Paranoia

Angel constantly worries that someone will take you away or that you’ll leave him. This paranoia makes him overly protective, often shadowing you or interrogating you about your interactions with others.

Small Story: “Strings Attached”

The dim neon lights of the Hazbin Hotel cast a glow over the room as you sat on the couch, flipping through a magazine. Angel Dust lounged next to you, his long legs sprawled out, one arm casually draped over the back of the couch.

“Whatcha readin’, babe?” he asked, leaning closer to peek over your shoulder.

“Just a magazine,” you replied, chuckling at his exaggerated curiosity.

Angel’s grin widened, but there was a flicker of something darker in his eyes. “You’ve been real into that thing. Almost like you’re ignoring me.”

You rolled your eyes, playfully nudging him. “Don’t be dramatic, Angel.”

Before you could react, he grabbed the magazine and tossed it aside, pulling you into his lap with surprising force. “Dramatic? Nah, doll, dramatic would be if I started tearin’ this place apart ‘cause you’re not givin’ me enough love.”

His tone was teasing, but the grip he had on your waist was firm, almost too tight. You tried to shift, but his spider-like legs locked you in place.

“Angel, what’s gotten into you?” you asked, half-laughing, trying to diffuse the tension.

His grin faltered for a moment, replaced by an intense stare. “You’re mine, ya know? Ain’t nobody else gonna treat you like I do. And if anyone tries to take you away…” He trailed off, his voice dropping to a whisper. “Well, let’s just say I ain’t afraid to make a mess.”

The weight of his words hung in the air, and despite the fear creeping up your spine, Angel’s arms wrapped around you in a gentle, almost loving way.

“Don’t look at me like that, doll,” he murmured, his cheek brushing against yours. “I just love ya too much, that’s all. You’re my everything, and I ain’t lettin’ anyone screw that up.”

His lips pressed against your temple, the gesture sweet and possessive. “Now, let’s forget all this heavy stuff, huh? C’mon, let’s watch somethin’. Just you and me.”

You nodded, unable to find your voice as Angel pulled you closer, his smile returning but his eyes still glinting with that unmistakable, dangerous devotion.

[that-tmr-girl]

Crank {Part 1}

When getting infected leaves you with unusual side effects, Aris helps in a way only he can.

Fingering, oral, vaginal sex, slight overstimulation

There are a lot of side effects of becoming a Crank, some more talked about than others.

One that definitely isn't?

Constantly being in the mood.

I also didn't tell anyone. Not while we had to rescue Minho.

But damnit, I wanted to fuck Aris every time he was in the room. Just as long as I kept my shirt on.

And he looks so good. He already did, but he came back hotter than I could have expected.

Sitting on his lap, we were in the middle of a heavy makeout session when I started kissing his neck. Before I could do anything he pulled away.

“Y/N, I know something's wrong,”He started, making my heart beat too fast. Did he know? How? “You have never been this needy before. What happened?”

“Don't worry about it,”I said quickly, trying to push my lips against his only for him to pull away.

“I’m serious. Just in general too. You’ve been snappy and distant. What's going on?”He whispered, running his hands up my arms as he looked at me. As they brushed over the bite though, I winced and pulled away.

“Are you okay?”He asked quickly.

“Fine,”I mumbled.

“What did I do?”

“Nothing.”

“Then, what happened?”He repeated.

“Drop it,”I demanded, trying to leave. Before I could walk out he pulled me back. Not giving me time to react, he pulled my sleeve up, revealing my bite. Snatching it down, I glared at him as he stood there frozen.

“I told you to drop it,”I scowled.

“Y/N-”

“No! You can fuck all the way off! Do you understand?! I told you not to, and you ignored me! Right in front of my face! I can't even stand to be around you right now! I don't-”

Before I could finish my sentence he pushed himself against me and pressed his lips against mine. Forgetting what we were arguing about, I kissed back as his hands were on my outer thigh.

“That's why you’ve been weird, isn't it?”He whispered, pulling away.

“Yeah. It is,”I admitted.

“And that's why you’ve been so needy,”He said, putting the pieces together. Giving nothing but a nod, I kept my eyes on the ground as I tried not to cry.

“Maybe one rough session will help? After that you can focus on the cure?”He suggested. Too caught up in the word rough, I nodded my head at the wonderful idea.

“Turn around for me,”He whispered, standing closer. Feeling my face flush as he kept his gaze on me, I did as he said, my body pressed against his. With his head on my shoulder he trailed his hand down my lower stomach, stopping just above my jean buttons. While giving my neck soft kisses he took his time undoing them before sliding his hand inside of me. Whispering sweet nothing's in my ear, he sent shivers down my neck as he traced my slit with his fingers. Holding back a sound, I closed my eyes as he kept teasing me until I was soaked.

“You're still my sweet girl, aren't you? Still my sweet, sweet girl?”He hummed, putting a finger inside of me. With my breathing getting shallow, I kept repeating his name as he started slowly pumping me while rubbing circles above my entrance with his thumb.

“Aris, please? Please don't tease me,”I begged. Sucking and nibbling on my skin, he put his other hand up my shirt, tracing his thumb over my nipple. At the same time he put another finger inside of me, causing strangled sounds to leave me. Curling them, he was as deep as I could ever need. At the same time he started gently pinching my nipple. With the pleasure making me want to collapse right then and there, my eyes rolled to the back of my head as the pressure built up in my stomach. Biting down on the side of my neck just enough to leave marks, he kept pumping me. With my legs threatening to give out, I kept myself against him as the pressure subsided, relief flooding my body as I dripped between his fingers.

Pulling them out, I heard him suck my juices off before he slipped my shirt over my head. Then, he put both his hands on the waistband of my jeans. Taking his time, he slowly pulled them off, his fingers making contact with my thighs. When they were halfway down my legs, I forced them down, putting them somewhere with my shirt. Then, I did the exact same thing with my underwear.

“Turn back around, okay?”He whispered in my ear. Agreeing, I was met with him cupping my face. Brushing his lips against mine, he kept me close to him. As I thought the kiss would get more heated he dropped to his knees. Almost instantly, he had his head between my thighs. Pressing his face into me, he grabbed my waist as he ate me out. Biting my lip to hold back noises, I tried not to cum yet as he flicked his tongue against my clit. Holding his hair, I lightly tugged on it as I needed something to hold. Moaning inside of me, he sent vibrations up my body. Barely even able to breathe, I whimpered at the pleasure. Knowing exactly what the sound was, he stuck his tongue inside of me. Swirling it around, he circled my walls as they clenched around him. While humming he thrust a finger into me, making me whimper. Bringing me closer, he removed his hands to repeatedly lick stripes up my slit. With a raspy moan, I unconsciousy pulled his hair as I came. Dragging his tongue along my skin and down my thighs, when he was satisfied he pulled away. Taking a seat on the table a few inches away from me, I kept my head back as I caught my breath.

“Come on. I know that you can take more, princess. I know how much you want to,”He whispered, keeping his hands on my thighs before pressing his lips back against mine. With my arms around his shoulders, he wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling me off before pushing me against the wall next to it. Nudging into me, he looked at me as he alined himself with my entrance. When I nodded my head he slammed into me, making me moan as he grabbed my ass to hold me up. Almost but not quite digging my nails into his skin, I held back my screams of pleasure as he sunk his teeth into my neck to muffle his own sounds. Moaning in his ear, I kept my legs around him as he thrust into me. Feeling him twitch, I turned my head and crashed my lips against his. Accepting it, he grunted into my mouth as he frantically increased his pace, causing the knot in my stomach to get worse. Pushing myself as close to him as possible, as he pulled out and slammed into me one last time we climaxed. Filling me up, he looked at the way our liquids dripped down my legs.

“Aris-”

“Shh. I’m looking at the way you get soaked when I make love to you,”He whispered, making my face heat up. With a nod, he pulled out and laid me on the table.

“What do you say? Can you take more?”

“I need more,”I demanded. Putting his hand on my shoulder and the other on my waist, he pushed into me. Throwing my head back, I kept my hands behind him as he moaned my name. Going faster, he pressed his chest against mine while still thrusting into me. Just as I was about to leave deep scratches I caught myself as I pulled away. Closing my eyes, I tried to focus on nothing but the overwhelming pleasure as he brought me closer.

But the way I had to watch my hands and where they were on my lover hurt me in a way I couldn't describe. I can't even have him make love to me without it affecting how I am. I just have to live with it, which may not even be that long.

“It's okay. You're okay,”He repeated in my ear. Still, his voice told me he wasn't just talking about how fast he was going, and he knew the tears on my face weren't from that. But for now, we pretended they were as he repeatedly slammed into me. With nothing but the sound of skin on skin and heavy breaths, I kept my eyes shut to keep my tears away as he twitched inside of me. With a half cry half whimper leaving me, I arched my back as my walls clenched around him. With one more needy thrust, I released on him. Pushing himself inside of me one last time, he buried his face in my neck as he came inside of me.

Staying still, we let our heavy breaths turn to soft cries. Staying in our positions, we let our bodies press against each other as we experienced a level of grief that nobody deserved to have. A mourning that we weren't sure if was needed but did just in case. A just in case that destroyed our souls.

But right now, that wasn't what needed to be said. Nothing about it did.

So instead I asked if he could make love to me again.

And despite our tears he said yes and did just that.

[your-local-hoemie]

Imagine our favorite gingers with a constantly sleepy s/o T-T s/o just casually falling asleep on a chair during a social event coz her social battery is non existent (this is so me)

-🐢anon

Somehow tumblr is exposing my red flags better than what my therapist did, how ya’ll outing me like this 💀

Also hELLO! Yesyesyes our favourite ginger snacks are bACK!

I legit had to do this instead of catching up with Genshin because I was doing Heizou’s hangout quest and bro had me giggling and kicking my legs istg Hoyo knew what the fuck they were doing with him and I can’t handle it.

Warnings: fluff, swearing, established relationship, gn!reader, not-proof read.

Characters: Childe, Thoma.

Childe~

Dude finds it funny

Seriously had to hold back from teasing you about it 24/7 and it’s starting to break him

Ego boost 2000

At first he was very concerned!

Thought you died again 2.0

Kept asking if you were hungry or sleeping alright since he legit thought you weren’t taking care of yourself

Which you probably wasn’t knowing ya’ll, drink some damn water.

But when you told him it was just because your social battery was akin to a decomposing gummy worm, he immediately started laughing

Him being a extrovert makes it kinda hard for him to understand why social events are exhausting for you

Even if it’s just like 30 minutes

Even so, he loves his baby and will absolutely make sure to be prepared!

Always has something on him that can double as a pillow!

If he forgets it or can’t find anything then he’ll lean you against his arm or lap

He’s so casual about it too 💀

Unless he’s feeling like a lil’ shit and decides to tease you.

If you’re embarrassed about it or feel insecure about not keeping up with his ungodly amount of energy then he’ll be quick to put your mind at ease!

There’s nothing you could do that would make this man embarrassed by you

Gets suuuper cocky and proud when people look at you snoozing away against him

Mans just like-

“Yeah, I know you wish you were me right now”

If someone complains or gets annoyed by it then well

I think we all know the drill by now

He’ll help them take a nice nap too

Permanently

Or at least make em wish they could take the forever nap

Sometimes if the event or meeting is super boring which it usually is for him he’ll get lost staring at your face and admiring all your pretty features~

Ends up feeling bad when he has to wake you up but loves seeing your groggy face change from confused to panic within seconds

Usually ends up with you hitting him because he didn’t wake you up

Which usually ends up accidentally encouraging him to take you home so you can “rest” in bed >;)

Thoma~

You’re so lucky omg you have no idea

He got so concerned when he noticed you acting kinda off during a outing during one of his days off

Boy kept a super close eye on you and made sure you all stopped to eat just because he thought you had forgot to eat ;-;

when you ended up falling asleep on his shoulder he was fROZEN

Like you know when an animal falls asleep on you and you legally can’t move?

That

He panicked

After he tried slightly nudging you he simply just accepted his fate

After this happens a couple more times he eventually figured it out!

He’s good at being social given his close relationship with the Kamisato clan but he prefers keeping to himself a lot

So he’d definitely be able to understand!!

Knows how to help you recharge quickly too!!

He also grew used to you taking naps randomly when your energy was completely used up and prepared for it~

Very similar to Childe in that aspect!

Though he’s get too flustered to let you lay on his lap in public jkfjdkdkk

When it’s time to go he’ll wake you up by softly kissing your cheek or brushing it with his finger while gentle sitting you up

Doesn’t even give you a reason to feel insecure about it!

He’s so sweet and gentle that he’s just naturally comforting to be around

Always reassures you even if he thinks there’s even a slight chance of you feeling guilty ;-;

Occasionally calls you his sleepy angel if you’re being particularly cute!

If anyone gets mad about it he’ll simply tell them that if it’s annoying then you can both just leave

Has zero patience with anyone who dares to get mad at you for things you can’t help

When you both get home after a draining day he’ll make sure you’re all nice and tucked up in bed while he makes dinner

Please show him how much you appreciate him istg this boy is so precious

Look at me being productive uwu

Seriously how do people have the energy to just be social and not pass out the first chance you get it genuinely scares me-

[dahliarosebud]

- Ft. Eren, Jean, Armin, Connie

• MAIN-MASTER-LIST

Warnings: nsfw, smoking

Synopsis: The boys with piercings, relationship descriptions and how you met

A/n: piercings are heavily inspired by 444jaegar on tik tok. There is also nothing canon about this 🤭🤷‍♀️

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Eren 

• Eren would have a tongue piercing and possibly an eyebrow piercing

• He buys special kind of tongue piercings

• Every time he would kiss you the cold bar would always press against your tongue making you shiver remembering how it felt against your skin only minutes before

• You’re always littered in love bites and your hips have hand marks

• Loves your thighs, constantly squeezing them, a place to rest his hand as he drives

• He loves to cuddle and would always show you off to his friends

• He likes to play with your hair while you lay on top of him while watching a movie and he lets you play with his hair or his rings on his hands

• After the first few months he lets you wear his key necklace saying, “It looks better on you anyways, come 'ere baby”

• He is overprotective always jumping in too protect you, “What did you just call her?”

• He calls you pet names like, ‘pretty girl’, ‘baby’, ‘sweetheart’

• You guys would first meet at one of Jean’s house parties where you both were very drunk. You had him wrapped around your finger the minute he saw you dancing. - The lights flashed across his face painting him in red hues, he squinted as he observed the way you mesmerisingly danced to the beat. He swallowed the warming beer in his mouth, slamming the red solo cup onto the marble counter before making his way towards you

Jean

• Jean would also have a tongue piercing also with a nose stud

• When you guys have sex he would whisper in your ear how beautiful you look underneath him 

• He always leaves you with one or two ( visible ) hickies, when his eyes catches them he smiles in pride at his ‘work’

• You always sat on his lap or when sat next to him his hands on your thigh, thumb rubbing up and down over your skin

• No body is ever able to find you two during your parties because you’re always up stairs

• Jean would let you wear his shirts, I don’t think he would wear that much jewellery

• Jean would call you, ‘Baby’, ‘Honey’, ‘My girl’

• Jean doesn’t act sweet in front of his friends however, as soon as you get to his, he is all over you, often he is laying on your stomach as you brush your fingers through his hair

• Obsessed with your hips and waist always pulls you closer by you hips and constantly had a hand pressed your waist or hip, he also moves you by putting his hand on your waist

• You guys met at one of his parties, he asked for you name after a hook up and from that moment your name swam around in is head and he knew he needed you - He lied on his back chest heavy as he tried to catch his breath. Rolling over he watched as you pulled your dress back on, he propped himself onto his elbows, “Hey, um what’s your name?” You looked over at him with a small smile. “It’s Y/n.” You said quickly, leaving before he could ask for your number, he collapsed back onto his bed smiling up at the ceiling, “Y/n,” he whispered liking the way your name tastes in his mouth.

Armin

• Armin has a septum piercing and possibly a smiley

• You think he maybe one of the prettiest people you have ever seen

• Armin is shy at first, but when you first had sex he had you whimpering his name in seconds

• The most respectable one, he always holds your hand making sure his thumb rubs up and down across the soft skin comfortingly whether it is for you or him

• You sleep with your legs wrapped around each others with his head tucked into your neck

• Armin wouldn’t leave any visible hickies on you, but one time he did and Connie called him out for it. Armin’s face burned a bright pink as he hid his face on your chest and you laughed with the rest of your friends

• Armin is just obsessed with all of you, this boy is swooning when he first saw you, he couldn’t believe his eyes

• Armin’s pet names for you, ‘beautiful’, ‘love’, ‘baby’

• You and Armin would wear matching rings, Mikasa was the first to notice asking, “Wherew did you get that ring it’s cute?” You smiled and swivelled the ring on your finger, “Armin got me it.” She just smiled and went to find Eren as you continued to stare sweetly at you ring

• You first met at college after your teacher paired you together for an assignment. - The library was dim and your table was hoarded with text books. He couldn’t even speak he had never seen some one as gorgeous as the girl sat before him, he sat there with a dopey smile as he listened to you waffle about the assignment.  “Armin are you listening?” You stared at him, head tilted slightly. “Oh um yes sorry I- uh I’m sorry,” he fumbled cheeks darkening in embarrassment, you just smiled and laughed watching the way he picked up the book and began reading out the notes he had taken earlier that day. 

Connie

• Connie would have an eyebrow piercing and an industrial piercing

• His fingers are covered in rings

• You guys got/get matching tattoos on your ribs 

• As you lay in bed you lie on top of him, his hand pressed to the small of your back as you count the freckles that dusted over his nose and spread to his cheeks

• He buys you a chain so you can hang one of his favourite rings on it

• He mainly leaves love bites across your collar bone which trail up in an array of purples

• He is obsessed with your ass and tits. He often lies his head on your boobs when he is tired or he is groping them as he fucks you, but your ass this man’s hand has a place there, when you walk past don’t expect not to have your ass slapped

• He blushes when you whisper in his ear how much you love him or how good he is

• He is vocal during sex, but he makes sure he is quiet so he can hear you

• His pet names for you are, ‘mamas’, ‘sexy’ and ‘pretty’

• You first met in the stoner den at Jean’s - He blew the smoke out, head tilted back dazed eyes staring up to the white ceiling, the colour mangled with the mingling smoke. “Hey do you have a light?” He looked to his right, head lolling lazily to the side. When he saw you his eyes widened, he sat up straighter hand reaching into his pocket fishing for the green light. He handed you the lighter body jolting with excitement as your fingers brushed over his, “Thanks,” you nodded to him, he squinted as he watched you light the spliff in between your lips, fingers reaching up after your inhale, his eyes flicked from from your eyes to your lips as you French inhaled. “Cheers,” he said eyes staring into yours ( drowning in them ) as he took his lighter back from you, “Do you wanna a drag?” you asked holding the spliff towards him with a smile the smoke from earlier drifting from between your lips as you spoke, voice hoarse from the first drag. He smiled back at you. 

[lorelune]

LORE! tysm for indulging my silly lion!jy thoughts. i also just realised lions can’t purr but for this, they can. idc! i will ensure he can. Trust

and ohmygod stop i loved that part of him being this natural protector. stop. got me kicking my legs and shit. just this BIG big hybrid who definitely towers over most, reducing to nothing but a fussy simpering puddle for you! ensuring you’re well fed, you’re warm, you’re sleeping fine, he knows these things before you do. he’s constantly herding you away if he can to just dote on you

and the grooming! the grooming <3 i like to think he loves it doing so much he’d do it all day any day if he could, so you somehow had to negotiate a certain time of day. definitely does it whenever he can regardless though <333

GOD YEAH he tries to be so cool and slick with his affections for you. but his tail always brushes against you, he has a large hand always touching u somehow, he’s constantly butting his head against yours and as soon as you’re sat down,,,, you have a huge ass lion man on your lap or you’re being scooped up onto his. but yes jingyuan you’re so cool and slick!!!

AND THE TAGS???? poor reader would’ve been mauled omfg and poor fu xuan having such a MENACE. but wolf!blade and lion!jy… im frothing at the mouth. each so possessive in different ways and it’s bcus of their loyalty to you that keeps them on tolerable enough terms 🤭

omg. anon. first of all, despite being hiatused i have been THINKING. about this. THINKING!!! about this ask and hybrid jy as a concept because wow. WOW. im on the floor about him still anon.

i believe you anon and am WITH you hybrid jy can absolutely purr. ive heard it myself!!!

god if you're at home with jy... he is sooo doting. fussy. clingy!!! you're so right about the grooming he do need to keep scheduled times with him, otherwise he will keep you underneath him and under his tongue for as long as you're able to physically stand. maybe a little past that!! he's so affectionate with you... and god. anon does he pout when you don't let him have his way.

he WILL simply cling and... you know. forcibly herd you to a bed or couch!! it's necessary you rest and get covered in his scent... he's doing his job!! plus, his favorite way to nap is in your nap 🥺 or sprawled out over you with his face by your neck so he can nip and lick as he sees fit!!

and GOD. poor fu xuan really... hybrid jy is such a handful and i feel like he would give poor fx a harder time than he'd give YOU. blade and jy only keep face in front of each other, but the moment they're alone... they're both smothering. blade is a lot more teeth and claws and will brute force as is necessary. he is not someone you can win a fight against!! hybrid jy is more... slippery. he's good with his words and also has the brawn of a lion hybrid. he's big!! he's big and warm and can be so so kind... and it makes his 'suggestions' and prodding and cajoling harder to fight again. if you place your trust in him, jy will treat you so, so well.

[darlingkirstein]

thank you for answering my ask 😭 i felt butterflies as i read them tbh!! hihi since we're in a modern au setting here, do you think they'd have kids or planning to?

your prompts are so fun!! im so delighted to provide my headcannons!! tw: pregnancy

— EREMIKA:

I think they would absolutely want children, probably multiple — but not too many. Neither of them had siblings as children, so I think the idea of a small family appeals to them. I see one or two children in their future. Having children, for them, is such a natural progression of their love for one another that it’s a no-brainer. They get almost giddy discussing it — and the closer the time comes, Eren’s mentioning it frequently, dropping so many not-so-subtle hints to Mikasa. She gladly welcomes them, whispering hushed dreams of children against his skin as they cuddle.

Finding out about Mikasa’s pregnancy would be the happiest moment of Eren’s life — and she’s equally as elated to see his excitement. He’s gonna go full protective paternal instinct mode and be almost annoyingly attentive to Mikasa. He’s cooking everything for her (he’ll redo meals if a smell or texture or taste bothers her), brushing her hair, keeping a really close hold on her to make sure she won’t trip or fall or anything. Protecting their baby becomes his biggest mission in life. Since he’s so big on tactile contact, I think Eren would be really keen on touching Mikasa’s stomach constantly and kissing her belly to try and get the baby to kick. He’s definitely also saying stupid things to her stomach in the hopes of communicating.

Mikasa’s super hormonal — and she feels guilty when she takes it out on someone that’s just doing what he can to support her. I think, when pregnant, Mikasa gets more touchy and clingy, wanting to cuddle whenever possible. Her muscles ache, so Eren’s massages are so relieving that she probably bursts into tears. She’s just so connected to him and appreciative of all he does and hugs him so much, even as that gets more difficult to do as her belly swells.

I think they both want a daughter — and that’s what their first baby is, a little girl squealing the moment she enters the world. Eren tries to keep it together but he cries when he holds his daughter for the first time — and he’s instantly FaceTiming Carla to show off. his cute little baby. Their daughter is the perfect genetic blend of the two, almost freakishly great at borrowing from the features of both parents. Nobody could ever question who the parents are — it’s etched into her tiny strands of hair that’ll turn into dark tufts, her nose, her eyes, everywhere.

He calls his daughter his little ‘peanut’. That’s always been my favorite headcannon about Eren’s terms of endearment for his daughter. Mikasa has to practically beg for her daughter because Eren’s constantly holding her and doesn’t want to relinquish precious daddy-daughter snuggling time. I think that the peanut nickname lingers even after she’s grown up.

They both probably spoil their daughter (and any future children they may have): going on fun vacations, going for frequent mini-trips around town, doing all sorts of fun stuff. Eren is most guilty of spoiling — something their daughter may start to take advantage of in her teenage years until Mikasa notices the credit card bill piling up.

I can imagine many nights ending in family game night or movie night, anything where they get to relax together — falling asleep on the couch, their daughter snuggled between them, her head on Eren’s chest and legs across Mikasa’s lap.

In terms of parenting:

Eren’s the chill parent — not totally permissive but certainly lax. Being his daughter’s best friend is something he actively seeks, so they spend a lot of time together, getting ice cream or going shopping. They probably coordinate to “prank” mommy, becoming a scheming duo full of mischief and good humor.

Mikasa has to wrangle some control over the household since Eren’s the biggest people pleaser ever for his daughter. So, she’s the one handling discipline — but that doesn’t mean she’s strict or mean whatsoever. I think the relationship Mikasa has with her daughter is a more subdued, intimate kind. Her daughter confides in her about manners id girlhood and the female experience that her father is quite frankly clueless about. Mikasa gives really great advice about relationships, boys, and also shares her own insecurities to make sure her daughter feels seen and heard.

— JEANPIKU:

Honestly, in the earlier stages of their relationship/marriage, I think that they would find the idea of children off-putting. They like their routine and the life they’ve built between the two of them — wouldn’t a tiny human screw things up? They’re both focused on their jobs and their hobbies and friends. Kids aren’t a priority, and frankly, Jean’s a little terrified of being a dad.

I think this changes when one of his friends (honestly, let’s say Eremika) has a child and invites people over to meet the baby. Something shifts in Jean — as well as Pieck, but it hits Jean hard. Eren hands his daughter over to Jean (who’s frantically worried about dropping her or somehow screwing up); when he calms down and looks into those tiny eyes, he’s in love. Pieck can’t help but feel the same way watching her husband take care of a little baby — it’s doing weird things to her inside, making her heart melt. Seeing Jean being so tender with someone else’s baby makes her imagine how he’d act around a child of his own, and that’s when they start discussing it earnestly. Baby fever strikes hard; everytime they see a mom with baby in a stroller walking down the street, they turn to each other, pouting.

I think Pieck would be intimidated by pregnancy — whether it’s her smaller stature or just general anxiety, she’s nervous when she takes that test and sees those two lines sealing the deal. It’s not that she doesn’t want a child — she does, wants a family with Jean — but she’s worried about everything, worried about being a good mom, worried about how these next nine months will go. Thankfully, she’s got a great support system in Jean — it’s just a shame that he’s pretty much equally as terrified as she is the moment reality hits and his career as a dad is forthcoming. He does his best to stay calm for Pieck, though, since he knows her job in all this is far tougher.

Their fears are compounded by a little complication — at an early stage check-up with the doctor, they’re told that they’re having twins. That wasn’t part of the plan at all! It takes a lot of restraint not to freak out in the moment, but at home, the anxieties fly free. It all culminates in then reassuring each other that everything’s gonna be okay and that they’ll be okay.

Jean tends to be a little neurotic about any changes in Pieck’s condition. She’ll text him saying she’s super bloated or that the baby hasn’t kicked in an hour and suddenly he’s leaving work early to go check on her — just a total mess — and Pieck teases him when it turns out to be nothing at all, while he’s left blushing and embarrassed with a boss who’s getting sick of all these premature departures for false alarms. He spends his time reading parenting books and Googling ways to be a supportive husband throughout the pregnancy. He satisfies all her cravings and tends to her emotions — even when, on the inside, he feels like that episode of Community where Troy walks into the apartment aflame, horrified at the sight ahead of him.

You know in the Sims, when the mom starts going into labor and the dad starts jumping up and down screaming in panic? That’s Jean. His nerves are peaked when they’re on the way to the hospital to have the babies, and they only get worse in the delivery room. He’s gripping Pieck’s hand so tight she has to snap at him to loosen up. Watching her scream in pain makes him borderline nauseous, but the last thing he wants to do is make childbirth about him.

Each of them holds one of the babies after they’re born — a girl in Jean’s arms and a boy in Pieck’s. The fear is palpable, both thinking something along the lines of, I can’t screw this up, I can’t hurt these sweet, adorable creatures that have become everything to me the moment they arrived. Jean and Pieck look into each other’s eyes — and they both smile, taking deep breaths of relief. They did it. They made it this far.

As they grow up, the twins unconsciously begin to favor one parent — and the same happens with Jean and Pieck, loving both with their whole beings but drawn to one.

Jean loves nobody in the world more than his daughter — maybe Pieck, naturally, but he falls head over heels for his carbon copy, the girl with the blonde hair and propensity for pouting. He struggles to know what to say to her or how they should bond, but once it clicks, it clicks. He’s fiercely protective of her — any whiff of trouble at school and he’s anxious to hear the details, to figure out how he can best handle it. Nobody hurts his girl — and Pieck has to convince her husband that not every boy in the world has the worst intentions when his little girl is old enough to start dating. It’s not that he doesn’t trust her — she’s smart as hell and Jean knows it — he doesn’t trust the male sex, and the thought of someone hurting his daughter festers as anxieties in his chest, anxieties he learns to endure.

Pieck and their son have a fun bond. She loosens the reins on him rather heavily, giving him the freedom to explore and make stupid mistakes — a couple scrapped knees and broken bones are part of growing up, and they happen. She doesn’t get angry with him easily, the soft spot so prominent. He loves his mom dearly — until he starts being interested in girls, and Pieck’s overly interested in the gossip and who he’s got a crush on, to his grand annoyance. She means well, just trying to show investment in his life — and to make sure he knows there’s always someone available to talk to at home besides his father.

I could ramble on longer about the dynamics between Jean and his son and Pieck and their daughter, or more about Eremika, but I think I’ve already said enough! I love talking about these headcannons, thank you so much for asking these questions — if you have anything else, I’d love to talk about my thoughts. These ships are so dear to me :))

[traayaa]

Mushy May - Day Five & Seven

Hair braiding & Compliments - Dew & Swiss

I'm back! In the interest of trying to keep Mushy May to May, I'm combining a few prompts and skipping a few. The timezones have thrown me, when I catch up I'll stick to posting on Aussie time for the sake of my sanity XD

Word count: 685

Dew took the hottest showers possible with the abbey’s ancient pipes and a subpar hot water system. He’s tried complaining to Imperator, but unless there was something broken, she wouldn’t pay the outrageous costs associated with updating the entire plumbing system yet. That would be some major work that the Clergy wasn’t ready for yet. He would just have to make do with what he got, which admittedly was more than enough for everyone except the little fire ghoul.

It had become a sort of ritual now, after his showers, Dew would take his brush and a couple of hair ties out into the common room. It started out with him braiding his own hair in the company of his pack. One night not long after they’d got back from a tour when Dew had been struggling with getting his sleep back into some sort of normal, Cumulus took mercy on him and offered to braid his hair for him. Since then, someone else would do it. He preferred Cumulus’ softer touch after tours and when he was overwhelmed. She would comb through his hair before braiding it, he’s fallen asleep halfway through on a number of occasions, waking up in his or Aether's bed a while later. Usually, it was Rain or Swiss, pulling the little ghoul into their lap. He grew to love the routine, the feeling of someone else playing with his hair, the feeling of the brush or fingers gliding through his damp locks. The soft purrs from both of them, the cuddle time afterwards that he used to fight against, tooth and nail, that he now looks forward to. The closeness with his pack. 

Both Swiss and Rain had different ways of doing his hair. Rain would try out different types of braids, constantly learning new tricks, depending on mood and if Dew would sit still long enough, he would attempt some more complicated ones, braiding and rebraiding a number of times. Swiss however took his time. Slowly running the brush through Dew’s long locks, being meticulous in getting the knots out, making sure his hair was smooth and both the brush and his fingers didn’t snag. He knew Swiss was playing with his hair more than was needed, but he’d never stop the others from the joy they got out of this routine. With a sigh, Swiss started sectioning his hair and braided it quickly, something that would last him throughout the night but would start to fall out as the fire ghoul tossed and turned as he slept. Swiss loved seeing him the next morning, one leg of his sleep pants hiked above his knee, one of Mount or Aether’s old tees hanging off one shoulder because they were entirely too big on him, eyes open enough to avoid others and door frames on his way to the coffee pot and some stray strands that had worked their way out of the braid framing his face. Those mornings were Swiss’ favourites. Dew would never tell the multi-ghoul that he has on occasion messed his hair up, just to see the bright smile he’d get from Swiss on those mornings.

Even with both ghouls drawing out the process as long as they could, the braid was finished pretty quickly. Dew ran his hand over it before tucking a few of the shorter stands that didn’t make it into the braid behind his ear, turning in Swiss’ lap to rest his head on the other's shoulder. His purr getting just a little louder. They stayed like that until the smaller ghoul started yawning, Swiss taking them both to bed. They ended up in Swiss’ bed, with Dew diving under the covers as soon as he was out of Swiss’ arms. Once the multi-ghoul joined him, Dew cozied up to Swiss’ side. 

“Swiss? You still awake?” A mumbled ‘yeah’ into his hair was his response. “Do you, maybe, think you could show me how to do your hair? …I love it so much and I wanna do your hair, like you and Rainy do for me.” 

“I can do that Firefly."

[labrats-and-clonetroopers]

"Youth"

Masterlist ; Star Wars Masterlist; Lab Rats/Mighty Med/Elite Force Masterlist

LR/MM/EF x Star Wars [Ahsoka Tano/Chase Davenport] Masterlist

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Synopsis: It can be hard to be patient when you're young. (From the complaints of Rexanne Tano-Davenport (OC) and Jacen Syndulla)

Fandoms: Star Wars [Clone Wars, Rebels, Ahsoka]; Lab Rats/Mighty Med/Elite Force

Pairings: [Background/Implied] Ahsoka Tano/Chase Davenport, [Background/Implied] Hera Syndulla/Kanan Jarrus

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06 ABY (2040)

“It’s not fair.” 

Chase tries to hide his amused smile as he turns to face his pouting daughter. “What isn’t fair?”

“That Atarka gets to go on the Balazar mission but I can’t."

“She’s a knight. You’re still a student, and students aren’t allowed on high-risk missions.”

Rexanne crosses her arms. Blue eyes glaring from behind her haphazardly chopped bangs, the rest of her white and grey-blue streaked hair just brushing the black and red shoulders of her uniform. “I’m at the advanced level. If it weren’t for my age, I could already be a knight.”

“You only moved up to the advanced level last month. You still have a little more to learn before being the equivalent of a knight.”

“And when I reach that equivalent, you’ll make me a knight?”

“If by then, you’ve turned eighteen. If not, you’ll remain a student until you do.” 

“But that’s four years.”

“There’s a lot you can learn in four years.”

She protests. “But if I don’t go on any high-risk missions, how am I supposed learn how to survive them?” 

“With the simulator, and every other aspect of your training that I, your mom, your Uncle Leo, and many others painstakingly designed and constantly update to make sure every student is prepared to face whatever may come their way.”

“It’s not the same. Besides, you and mom were both handling missions at fourteen that you would now classify as high-risk.” 

“And we, each respectively, barely made it to seventeen.” 

Rexanne rolls her eyes. “You’re just being overprotective.”

Chase breathes in, and lays a hand on her shoulder. “When I was your age, it was my responsibility to sacrifice my life, if necessary, to save others. And I’m not willing to put that expectation on you, or any other fourteen-year-old, or Calderan or other alien biological equivalent to that age. I don’t want you finish your childhood with that duty haunting you.” 

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Circa 11 ABY (2045)

Rexanne leans against the cliff wall, barely noticing the jagged edges of the rock digging into her shoulder blade. She glances down, and takes a breath before strengthening her grip under her mother’s arms and pulling her a little further up her lap, a little farther from the water still washing over her legs. She lays two fingers on Ahsoka’s neck, feeling the faint, but steady, thrum of her pulse. 

The young woman allows herself to relax, listening the roar of x-wing engines, sensing the wills of those only seeking to offer aid, looking up at the blue of the sky, out to the blue of the water, waves crashing up on the rocky shore, splashing the blue and black of her knight uniform, remembering the blue glow of the strange inter-dimensional place that turned to a fiery haze of her mother’s memories. Haunted by the ghost of a master reteaching his old padawan to live or die, because those were the only two possibilities on a battlefield. 

The kind of teacher her parents hadn’t wanted to be to their children until they had left childhood behind. 

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She waits beside her mother’s bed. Head bowed slightly, quieting her usually turbulent mind. 

Her eyes flicker over to the open door. 

“You know, it’s not polite to lurk.”

A small green-haired head pops shyly into view. “Sorry, my mom doesn’t know I’m here.”

Rexanne smiles. “Somehow, I’m pretty sure she does.”

The boy (Jacen, is it? Her mom did tell her his name at some point) shrugs sheepishly, but doesn’t comment, curiosity soon lighting up his expression as his eyes savor the room. 

His gaze settles on the hilt of one of Rexanne’s lightsabers. “You’re a jedi!”

She shakes her head slightly. “No. I was trained under a different order.”

Jacen furrows his brow. “But your mom’s a jedi.”

“She was raised a jedi, but she left the Order a long time ago. Long before either of us were born.”

The boy crosses his arms. “Okay, but that still makes her basically a jedi. At least that’s what my mom says. And Chopper. And Aunt Sabine. And everyone else, really.”

“That’s all they know, so naturally that’s all they see her as. That doesn’t mean it’s the most accurate perspective.” 

Jacen frowns. “Well, I wanna be a jedi.”

Rexanne smiles, amused. “I think that’s something you’d have to talk to Luke Skywalker about.”

“I know. He’s starting a Jedi Academy. My mom won’t let me go, though. She says I’m too young. But I’m ten years old! Jedi of the Old Republic would’ve started their training at like four. I’m brave enough too. I wanna save lives just like my dad.”

Just as a child always desires to be like their parents. 

“Training young isn’t a bad thing, I did. But you have to respect whatever your mom decides.”

“But I can do it! I know I can.”

“And I’m sure she knows you can too. It’s not about your abilities. It’s your mom’s responsibility to protect and raise you, because when you’re a child you’re not supposed to be doing that yourself. And one day, when you’ve grown up, you’ll do the same for your own children, or student, or whoever will be yours to care for.” 

Jacen frowns. “That’s a long time to wait.”

Yes. “It is. But there are many things to learn while you wait.”

[imsilay]

AKRASIA

little spoiler :)

i was about to sleep but i couldn’t get this out of my head :’

edit: POSTED!

art cr: @kinky-thirsty-reader

You let out a sigh as he continued to caress your knees with his big calloused hands. Drawing small circles or writing his name with his fingers, invisibly marking you as his. “Pay attention to me.” he mumbled for nth time. He just wanted your attention to be on him, constantly. The couch you were sitting was big enough for him to fit but he preferred to sit on his knees before you. “Bitte, Maus.” he pressed a kiss on your knee through the fabric of your long skirt. You couldn’t sit, eat, read, even breathe without him. He was ridiculously obsessed with you. You feel his big arms snake around your waist as you ignored his pleas. Now he was like a child trying to find comfort on their mother’s lap. His head buried into your lower abdomen and his arms tightly wrapped around your waist. It was the most comfortable place on earth for him. As you continue your reading, his hand grabbed your wrist and put your small, soft hand on his head. You understood what he wanted and if it meant he was going to be quiet you’d gladly oblige him. Your fingers brushed on his hair. He let out a satisfied humm and held you tighter. It was the best experience he ever had. Your presence was always comforting to him that he wouldn’t wear his mask around you. And that was why he was so obsessed with you. Whenever you weren’t around he became nervous and panicked. If he wasn’t deployed or away from you for any reason, he had to be on or in you. His massive frame was between your legs as he clung to your waist for dear life. As if he was afraid that you’d leave.

After you finished another chapter of your book he decided it was enough reading. “I’m better than this stupid book.” he mumbled and tossed your book to other couch before climbing on top of you. Was it possible that he was jealous of a book? Because when he threw it away he kissed you like he was trying to prove it. “You’re so childish.” you rolled your eyes and tried to reach for your book. “Me? Do you really think i’m childish, Maus?” König raised an eyebrow and pinned your hands above your head. When he hovered over you like that he definitely wasn’t looking childish. “Yes.” you muttered and he could see how your pupils dilated. “Then let me prove you otherwise.” he looked intensely into your eyes and pinned your body down to couch with his weight. You could feel his toned chest against yours. The was his body rubbed against yours as he leaned in and kissed your jaw made you wet. “I love it when you challenge me, Maus. But in this… You can’t win.” you bit your tongue to not moan. One of his hands stayed cuffing your hands above your head, the other one tilted your chin up. “Don’t mistake my desperation for you with childishness. I can be really rough with you.” his big hand wrapped around your neck. “I’m capable of it.” he mumbled and squeezed your neck ever so slightly reminding how dangerous it was to mess with him. “But i just love you too much. I can’t bring myself to do it.” his thumb caressed your pulse.

now i can take a nap peacefully.

[startseeingstars]

Echoes - Ollie Sway (Song of Sway Lake)

CH20 Ollie’s POV

🎶 Do I Wanna Know - Arctic Monkeys 🎶

T/W smut

Tess’s soft hair covered my face as she sat on my lap, flipping through my record collection. Nikolai was downstairs, tinkering with the boat as per usual.

It had been a couple of weeks, but he recovered quickly and was already back to his annoyingly charming self. Luckily, it was just a severe concussion.

That day changed something in me. It made me realise that I could take chances, and I wanted to, with Tess. Since Grandma Charlie left, Tess had moved into the lake house with me. I figured she should probably stop illegally occupying the property next door, and we had been together pretty constantly.

It was like I couldn’t get enough of her. Her presence had this grounding effect on me that made me feel like I wasn’t completely in over my head all the time. It quieted the storm in my head that had seemed to loom over me since my Dad.

Carefully, I brushed her hair aside, revealing the soft skin of her neck. I couldn’t help myself from planting small, lingering kisses there, letting the tip of my tongue graze along her skin.

She giggled, looking back at me with that familiar softness in her eyes that made me smile. “What?” I furrowed my eyebrows, but I knew she could feel my growing hard-on against her ass.

“Nik’s downstairs.” She smirked as my hands slid up her thighs, beneath her sundress. Her legs parted slightly, and my fingertips brushed gently against her core. She was already wet, and I grinned when I realised she wasn’t wearing panties. Good.

Her head lulled back onto my shoulder as she sighed. It was a sound that made my chest swell, among other things. “Don’t let him ruin the fun,” I pleaded teasingly, dipping a finger inside her as she gasped slightly.

Her hand took my free one from her thigh and brought it higher. I groped her chest, feeling her breathing get heavier as I pinched her nipple under the thin fabric of her dress while my other fingers played with her wet core.

My cock twitched beneath her as she started to grind her hips against me. That was all it took for me to gently guide her off my lap. She looked surprised for a split second before she watched me shimmy my pants lower, freeing my aching cock.

Her eyes darkened slightly, and I stroked my length as she lifted her dress, giving me a view of her perfectly plump ass. I reached out, groping it for a moment before she swatted my hand away playfully.

Leaning forward, she adjusted herself against my ready cock and I felt her slick juices coat the tip. With a soft moan, she sat and my hands found her hips to help guide her down my cock.

“Mmm, feels good, baby?” Her sweet voice was gentle, almost musical to my ears as I closed my eyes and nodded.

Her warmth wrapped around me perfectly, and I began to buck my hips slightly. Just then, we heard footsteps down the hall.

Nikolai.

She went to jump up, but my hands gripped her tighter, holding her in place. Panicked, she glanced back at me. “Shh,” I brushed her hair behind her ear as she quickly adjusted her dress, covering us both.

Nikolai knocked, but immediately entered the room, rendering the gesture useless. “What’re you two love birds doing, huh?” He seemed playfully suspicious, but to my surprise, Tess answered.

“Flipping through records,” she shrugged, continuing with her mundane exploration. Her casual demeanor and Nikolai’s intrusion had my cock throbbing inside of her, begging for movement, but I remained still.

“Ah, what is new? Ollie, can you help me with the boat?” His eyes fell on mine, but I swallowed the small lump in my throat.

“M-maybe later,” I tried to keep my tone casual, but as Tess leaned forward ever so slightly to pick up a different record, my voice faltered. “I’m kinda tired.” I finished as she sat back down, letting her pussy swallow my rock hard cock again.

Nikolai smirked but rolled his eyes. “Whatever. I’ll see you at dinner.” He took his leave and Tess turned to me with bright red cheeks.

“Oh, you’re dirty.” She teased, wriggling her hips against me again now that we were alone.

“You have no idea,” I gripped her hips, holding her still once again. She frowned, confused as I kissed her cheek. “I like this,” I muttered against her skin. “Let’s see how long you can go without squirming.” I was curious as to how long she could hold out before going crazy and using my cock to satisfy herself. The idea of it was intoxicating to me.

“Oliver,” she whined, scolding me playfully. My fingers dug into the flesh of her waist a little harder as she tried to squirm.

“C’mon, Princess. Be good for me.” I encouraged lightly, trailing kisses from her earlobe to the nook of her shoulder and neck. She groaned, but stilled her motions.

“Fine.” She sighed, and I ghosted one hand over her chest, the other rubbing small circles against her sensitive clit. I felt her shiver beneath my touch and smiled, in absolute awe of the beauty she radiated, inside and out.