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fastandcarlos · 9 months ago

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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˗

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naughtyjjk · 27 days ago

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jjk men during a sex ban

characters: gojo, geto, nanami, toji | fem reader warnings: 18+, smut, grinding, dry humping, teasing, so so much teasing

GOJO...

he tries to act like it doesn't bother him at first but after only a few days he starts to break down

he gets soo whiny about it and begs you to lift the ban, saying he'll be good from now on, he'll do anything you want in return

when that doesn't work, he tries to find loopholes around it, which includes getting as close to having sex as possible

he grinds against you, touching your body all over like he's been deprived—which he has. fuck, it's not fair, and he's so hard already

he carries you to the bed and pins your arms down. you struggle against him but it's a losing fight

he's the strongest, after all, and right now, he's the horniest too

he spreads your legs and rests his cock on your pussy, already so wet with precum

he's so, so fucking hard. you can feel it; he makes sure that you can feel it. and then... you moan when he starts throbbing, sliding his cock up and down, brushing past your clit over and over

the whole time he's begging you, saying that he doesn't deserve to be teased like this, that he deserves to fuck you, to bury himself in your warm, wet pussy

god, he wants it so fucking bad. his cock aches and he's so hard that it's painful

"let me... let me fuck you," he groans, rutting his hips wildly like he can't control himself anymore. "please, i need—need your pussy."

"s-satoru," you say, "no, you're on a ban for a reason. i'm—ah—trying to teach you a lesson."

he makes a desperate, choked sound. "i've learned my lesson, i promise, please, please, i wanna come so bad."

you look at him, and kiss him, and it's cruel, you know it is. you tell him, "i'll consider it. if you continue to be good for me."

GETO...

he accepts the ban too easily, and that should've been your first sign that he's up to something

because if he can't do anything about his arousal, then you bet that he's going to make it your problem too

he pulls you onto his lap, purposely positioning you so that you can feel his boner under you, right against your pussy

"suguru... you're so hard," you say, circling your hips a little just to feel that delicious bulge pressing into you

"am i?" his voice is low and seductive, right by your ear and it makes you shudder. "gonna help me with that, angel?"

his hand travels down your stomach, slipping under your pants, until he's rubbing at your pussy over your panties

it makes you gasp, because both his hand and his cock are assaulting you at the same time

"n-no," you whine, squirming in his lap. fuck, you can feel his erection so clearly. "this is—ah—supposed to be your punishment..."

suguru hums as he runs his fingers over your clit. "forgive me? please?" he murmurs, licking at your ear, knowing all your weaknesses. "i'll make it up to you. i can make you feel so good."

he's so fucking sexy, and a new wave of arousal hits you right in the gut. your pussy throbs with desire, wanting to feel more of him, wanting to be filled by his thick cock

you can feel your resolve crumbling as you spread your legs wider for him. "just... just the tip, okay?"

smirking, suguru is already moving to unzip his pants. "of course, baby. just the tip. nothing more."

NANAMI...

it gets to him over time and the longer the ban goes on, the more frustrated and pent up he gets

the signs are subtle because he's good at staying composed, his self-control is better than most, but he's still a man in the end. a man with urges

you're not exactly making it easy, either. you constantly find excuses to be close to him, making your touches linger and planting dirty thoughts in his head

but still, he's putting up with it far too well, and it's annoying. you want to see him flustered and horny and all hot and bothered for once

walking into into nanami's office, you invite yourself onto his lap, straddling him, and you unbutton your shirt to reveal your cleavage

nanami's eyes flicker down before he can stop himself, before he looks back up at you and clears his throat. "what do you think you're doing?"

"nothing," you say innocently. you trace your finger down the front of his chest and you smirk when you hear his breath hitching. "i just miss my boyfriend."

"yes, well," he swallows, "i'm trying to work—a-ah—"

you flick at his nipples over his dress shirt and his sentence cuts off into a moan, the hottest sound you've ever heard

between his legs, you can also feel him getting harder, and you grind against him a few times until his erection is a noticeable tent in his pants

he lets out a low groan and reaches out to touch your breasts, but you don't let him him, grabbing his arm and leaning away. then, you get off his lap and smile sweetly at him. "you seem busy. i'll let you get back to work now."

you leave just like that and nanami is left in a daze, aroused with his cock hard in his pants. he takes a deep breath, runs a hand through his hair. you are so going to get it once this sex ban is over

TOJI...

he tries to get you to give in by flaunting his body any chance he gets

because he knows that he looks good, that you're attracted to his physique, so he's going to use every advantage he has

he wears those tight compression shirts that show off his muscles or just walks around completely shirtless, especially after a shower when there's still water dripping down his body

and when he gets boners, he doesn't bother hiding then at all, instead flaunting it like he wants you to see it

"look what you do to me," he says, wrapping his arms around you, hugging you from behind. it doesn't go unnoticed that his cock presses into your ass. "c'mon, i need you."

other times, you try not to look, but it's too tempting. you're definitely drinking in the sight of his sexy body, his abs, his strong arms, the large, tempting bulge between his legs

he's changed his workout routine too—at least, he claims they're workouts, though they're suspiciously sexual in nature

like when he kneels on the bed and holds a pillow between his legs and rocks his hips back and forth, cock bobbing in the air

they're pelvic thrusts, he says. and you know he's making shit up but the way he's rolling his hips is so hot that you can't look away

"wanna help me?" he asks, shameless. "you could lie down under me and watch my form. make sure i'm doing everything right."

he doesn't let you say no, pushing you down on the bed and trapping you with his body

it starts with him hovering over you, cock thrusting into the air, but soon, he moves lower and lower... until he's grinding on your pussy

his eyes are dark and full of lust and he's panting when he says, "hope you're reading for a long night. this is only the first set."

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whorefordean · 9 months ago

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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.

————

- 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.

#dean winchester #supernatural #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester smut #dean winchester headcanons #dean winchester fanfic #dean winchester x reader smut #spn #supernatural smut

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muqingslover · 3 months ago

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[ Caleb canonically doing MC's laundry has set something off in my brain so here I am. Also, happy Valentine's day ! here's a longer one as a treat from me ;) I've been posting kinda of non-stop haha ] if you saw me post this before no you didn't

This has happened before. In fact, it had happened a few too many times for his sanity's sake. Whenever Caleb offered to do your laundry to be helpful he always had to deal with the strain in his pants that he pretended wasn't there by covering his lap with a magazine and thinking about literally anything else besides that tantalizing piece of fabric. He's been a good man, or at least he's always tried to be one for you. But was it really his fault if the situation was presented to him with a quite literally adorable little red bow?

Still, he has an admiring amount of self-restraint and for days he told himself he should give them back to you. Every time you two met he kept waiting for the moment to return it, clutching the fabric in his pocket, but all he received were reasons not to. Or perhaps, he just saw what he wanted to see. That's how a week turned into months and then the tortuous years without contact that drove him to the brink of insanity. Fighting back the urge to find you again and do everything his mind has fantasized about countless times was one of the hardest battles he ever faced, and that was saying something.

"Fuck..." He exhaled shakily. His head hit the wall behind him and he spread his legs further on the chair of his private quarters, keeping a firm hand wrapped around the base of his cock. It started after he found the old pair of panties that he had so carefully stored away and now all his mind had to offer were twisted fantasies. Caleb was in biiig trouble— He had to leave in less than fifteen minutes for a meeting and there were security officers constantly passing by his door, but he was past the stage that a simple cold shower and mental math equations would make the issue go away. The images of how the fabric would've adorned your curves in all the right places were soon followed by the memories of how sometimes he'd get a sneak peek when you bent over in front of him and gods that was the sexiest thing he's ever seen.

His metallic hand clutched the delicate fabric tighter as he trapped the lace between his teeth to force down another low groan when his palm began moving up and down again and the faint smell of your soap made his mind feel fuzzy. He was so sensitive that it ached to be touched— He was sure if this was your hand he'd have come on the spot the second your fingers brushed against him. Hell, if you breathed a bit too closely to his cock he'd fall apart like the pathetic man he is and he can only picture how your beautiful face would look covered with his cum. Can you blame him though? He's never even considered doing this with anyone else, nor will he ever do that, and his busy military life didn't leave much space for his own...moments.

He released the lace from his teeth and pressed the red fabric against his swollen tip, accidentally letting out a strained moan that was a bit too loud as his eyes rolled back into his head. He decided to quickly shut himself up by pushing his dog tag into his mouth to bite down on the metal, otherwise everyone outside his room would know just what the colonel was doing. Caleb imagined that the wet line his precum had made was because of your arousal for him instead. The way it would seep through the thin fabric and mark your pussy for him in such a filthy way. The way he'd lick along the damp spot and enjoy each and every sound that he'd surely drag out of your throat while he had your thighs around his head.

His hips jerked as he thrusted himself into his hand, into your panties, into you. The room filled with his barely contained ragged breathing as he hoped your pussy would be as much of a slippery mess as his cock was right now when he pushed past your slit, stretching you open so good yet so agonizingly slow. His grasp around his length was tight when the friction of the thin fabric against his dripping cock sent him over the edge and he came so hard his body twitched non-stop. His dog tag slipped from his lips, dangling around his neck again as he slumped back against the chair after his strength left his body momentarily.

His eyes landed on the red panties that were now coated in his thick, white cum and Caleb raised his hand to bring the messy cloth to his lips. He pushed his tongue out and licked along right at the middle where your soaked cunt would be, tasting his own release and wishing it was yours. It was a shame he had gotten such a pretty and precious thing dirty but, not to worry, he's always been good at cleaning up.

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imsilay · 2 years ago

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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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strawberriianime · 1 year ago

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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"

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gothicxreylover · 4 months ago

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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.

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birchandspruce · 2 months ago

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The Pack Initiative - 17

TPI Masterlist

A/N: a lil spicy. just a tad. lots of makeout sessions, quite a few curse words.

Word count: 4k

“Is it weird that I’m like… kind of attracted to this right now?” Jungkook’s voice smoothly comes from my left, sounding a little confused.

“Which part?” Taehyung voiced from my right, boredom clear in his voice. My head constantly turns between the two like a game of tennis, desperately trying to figure out exactly what the two alphas are talking about.

“Just… this.” Jungkook waves his hands around. I try to move and stare where his eyes are fixed, but there doesn’t seem to be anything but the couch. I swivel my head to look at Taehyung to see if he’s just as confused as I am, but I’m still left without answers.

“Nope, completely normal.” Taehyung waves his hand passively.

“Uh, alphas?” I squeak, the two averting their eyes to me. “What are you two talking about?”

Silence encompassed the room, the tension thick. My thoughts start to race, desperate to know what I’m missing out on and why the tension is so thick all of a sudden! I glance between the two, still with no answer, and swallow nervously before deep chuckles begin to bubble out of Taehyung’s chest. Now with even more confusion in my brain, I look to the youngest alpha, only to find he’s in a similar fate. Laughs and chuckles fill the room; meanwhile, I feel like the butt of whatever joke the two had concocted!

I huff loudly, crossing my arms and so incredibly close to throwing a pup-like tantrum…

“He’s talking about this, omega.” Taehyung interrupts my thoughts, only to leave me with more.

“Talking about what?” I ask, desperate for him to clarify. He snorts, laying a big palm onto my thigh.

“This. The fact that he’s sharing what used to be his sole omega with six people he barely knows. He’s talking about how you’re snuggled between the two of us, how we all got pushed together because of some algorithm and yet it weirdly works…” He lowers his voice, running a finger down my cheek as my breath gets caught in my chest. I can’t take my eyes off of him; from his unique eyelids to his thick thighs, his black curls framing his face so well. “Oh.” Is all I can manage to reply with, my thoughts racing while I feel my cheeks warm. I feel myself zone in on his scent, letting it wrap around me while my inner omega pterodactyl screeches into the void; meanwhile, my body moves unconsciously closer.

“Oh? Is that all you can think to say, Y/N?” My name comes out in a deep rumble from his chest, the hand on my thigh slowly moving up and down as he tries his best to distract me. All of the liquid in my body gathers in my mouth, drool practically leaking from the corners of my lips as his drawl lures me in. He’s the siren out at sea, and I’m just a simple pirate, dehydrated and lonely for company. Nearly every word in the dictionary has been sucked out of my brain, leaving only his name and designation: Taehyung, Alpha. Alpha, Taehyung.

“Alpha.” I manage to whimper out, his hand squeezing my thigh like a vice. He leans closer, so close I can feel his warm breath hitting my trembling lips. My eyelids grow heavy as his pupils lock with mine; my omega instincts are no match for his alpha prowess. I can feel myself breathing slightly heavier, waiting for him to get rid of this space between us.

The beat of my heart thunders in my ears while seconds pass, then minutes. It feels like hours before his plump lips are millimetres from mine, my inner omega riled to the max. I lean forward, finally cutting off the space and feeling his lips against mine. My eyes squeeze shut as I let my heart take over, my arms wrapping firmly around his neck when he yanks me into his lap. The muscles of his thighs press into my ass, my legs squeezing tight around his waist as his arms settle around mine.

My kisses with the other pack members have been fairytale-like and innocent, with fireworks exploding in the background and lips brushing with simplicity. This kiss with Taehyung is full of passion, his tongue roughly running against the seam of my lips to grant him entrance, hands squeezing at my hips when I dare to hesitate, his toned body pressed impossibly close to mine. My head swims as the kiss gets messier, our teeth clashing as his tongue wraps firmly in mine. I feel myself try to move closer, wrapping my legs around him tighter, squeezing him so tight it’s like I want us to form into one gelatinous blob. His hands warm my waist, slowly rubbing circles and inching downward. I gasp, splitting us apart when I feel a harsh pinch on one of my asscheeks, staring at him. Taehyung stares back, his gaze unrelenting when he squeezes my ass again, one corner of his mouth upticked in a smirk. I find myself entranced with his lips, all swollen and covered in our mutual spit, the smirk so… seductive. I open my mouth to speak before quickly closing it, just letting my eyes flick from his saccharine lips to his captivating eyes repeatedly.

“Are you two done?” Jungkook’s voice silkily breaks through my trance, but I don’t dare look away from the alpha in front of me.

“Silly Jungkook. We haven’t even started.” The chuckle leaves Taehyung’s chest, his hand cheekily squeezing my ass again.

“Is that a promise?” I purr, trying to seductively bat my eyes, hoping I don’t look a fool; if the way he bites his spit-soaked lip is any indication, I don’t. I feel another set of hands slide up my back and lightly begin to massage my shoulders, which a quick flick of my head reveals to be Jungkook, a flirty smile on his face and mischief in his eyes.

“Room for a little one?” His right hand slides up, lightly gripping my neck in a slight scruff, the left rubbing circles on my shoulder. He stands completely straight, looming behind me as I try to come up with a quip.

“Oh, Alpha…” I trail off, “We all know you’re not little.”

The two alphas wear matching smirks and playful twinkles in their eyes, drinking me in. Goosebumps erupt on my arms; a slight twinge of fear runs up my back as the two brooding alphas stare me down and my heartbeat quickens.

Uh oh.

—

I shovel another forkful of rice into my mouth, my cheeks like that of a hamster’s as I chew and think. A lot of thoughts swim around in my head as I make the most of my only time alone in… two months? Gosh, it seems like longer. I sigh around another mouthful, thinking back to when it was just me and Jungkook in that little rundown apartment over the bakery with nothing but a drawer full of bills and a dream.

Soon enough, I‘ve finished with not a single grain left. The bottom of the bowl glints back at me, my reflection a bit wobbly while I stare into the porcelain, tuning out a little.

A hand sliding onto my shoulder brings me back to the land of the living, yet it doesn’t startle me. Instead, it seems to soothe my worried state and the constant tugging of my inner omega. I turn, running my eyes over the barely disguised worry on Hoseok’s face, the normal heart-shaped smile of his replaced with pursed lips. The expression tugs on my heartstrings a little while I hope the expression isn’t because of me, the worry gnawing at me. I don’t want to make one of my alphas upset, especially not him; he should always be smiling. I catch a bright flash of paint in my peripherals; there’s a massive yellow splatter on the arm of the black shirt he’s wearing.

“Hi Hoseokie.” The whisper falls from my lips, a ghost of a smile appearing on his face.

“Afternoon, Y/N. Is everything… okay?” His eyes flicker to the empty bowl sat in front of me. I glance at it too, realising I practically licked it clean with an awkward giggle.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine. How’s the painting going?” My arm lifts unconsciously, stroking across the dried yellow. I sort through my mind, trying to remember where the neon yellow would have been used in the decorating plans.

“It’s… going.” A laugh breaks from his chest, filling the room with that bit of sunshine he always seems to bring along. “I think we’re wearing it more than painting with it.”

“We?” I laugh with him, now beginning to notice the haphazard splashes all across his arms and chest, in both the neon yellow and a pale blue colour.

“Jimin and I.” I nod at the clarification, smiling a smidge wider at the name of my fellow omega. I run my hand along a particularly large splotch of the yellow paint on his upper arm, inconspicuously feeling the muscle underneath.

“What’s the yellow for? I don’t remember that in the plans.” Hoseok averts his eyes from mine at the question, dusting the non-existent dirt from the table and staring at the stain Yoongi’s coffee cup had left a few days prior.

“Hoseokie?”

Still no answer.

“Alpha?”

His head rises at his sub-gender, licking his lips nervously. My hand plants firmly on his forearm, squeezing lightly in what I hope comes across as a comforting manoeuvre, my inner omega starting to become restless at one of our alphas keeping a secret from us.

“Taehyung’s painting ducks on the wall in the nursery.” Jimin slides into the room, bear-hugging me with my back against his chest. He then burrows his head down, tucking it into my neck.

“The nursery? Why?” I say, flicking my eyes between the two.

“Why not?” Jimin answers, softly kissing the side of my neck. I gasp slightly in response to the kiss, gnawing gently on my bottom lip to quell any more sounds.

“How about because none of you are pupped?” Hoseok answers, laughing loudly. I snort in reply, shrugging with a nod and a squeeze to his bicep.

“Do you want to change that?” Jimin purrs from my neck, then lifts his head to lock eyes with a suddenly shocked Hoseok. I bite back a laugh, pinching his hand lightly as a sort of punishment for teasing.

“You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into, Omega.” Hoseok snaps out of it, warning him. I keep my lip pulled between my teeth, liking the sudden mood change.

“Don’t I?” Jimin replies cockily.

“You don’t.” I mutter under my breath, hoping the two don’t have sex in the kitchen - I don’t think that Seokjin or Yoongi would appreciate it, especially this close to when we would all start preparing dinner. I feel Jimin pinch at my side, a low hiss falling from my lips.

“Do you think I can’t handle him?” He whispers into my ear, his hot breath making goosebumps appear all over my neck and a shiver go down my spine.

“Oh, Jiminie. I know you can,” I purr, turning to bat my eyes at him, “But could you handle the wrath of Jin and Yoongi if they found you two fucking in the kitchen?”

“No, he couldn’t.” Jin appears in the doorway; a high-pitched laugh falls from his chest as he takes in our trio. I wave my hand in a small hello, curling my fingers while Jimin splutters. “Besides, you know better, don’t you, Hobi?”

I sit back and observe the interaction, noticing how my fellow omega seems to be holding the strings here, taunting the alpha. I watch Hoseok’s shoulders rise and fall, sucking in a deep breath while his leg bounces anxiously.

“Don’t fuck where food is prepared.” Hoseok rattles off, like he’s reciting some sort of actual rule. I choke on a laugh that threatens to slip out of my throat, Jimin’s hand gently slapping on my back as my lungs try to return back to normal. I manage to breathe normally after a few seconds, holding my chest.

I lift my head, locking eyes with the eldest omega, yet something seems… off.

His pupils seem bigger than normal; the brown is nearly completely gone as the black takes over. I take it upon myself to look at him head to toe while the three of them banter, noticing more small things that don’t seem right.

Jin’s broad shoulders are always impressive, yet it seems they fill out the door more than they normally do. His cheeks are a little chubby too: his plump lips glossed with spit and swollen (assumingly from a heated kissing session), his inability to keep his hands still. In fact, it seems like Seokjin is vibrating slightly, his frame just slightly moving but not enough to notice unless you’re staring at him like I am currently. I discreetly give the air a sniff, sorting through the scents.

Hoseok’s spicy pepper and bitter citrus fruit combination? Mouth-watering and normal.

Jimin’s delicious whipped cream base with a hint of spice entwined with peaches? Normal and delicious.

My own scent? Completely fine.

Seokjin’s salty ocean air with that sweet hint of coconut? Amazing as usual, but a little overpowering. The blanket of coconut lays over the other scents in the room; my mind spinning as the omega’s scent hooks into my nose, every thought spilling out of my brain as it begins to take over.

That sweet, sweet coconut…

Suddenly, the answer hits me like a truck hitting a deer in the middle of the night.

Preheat.

He’s in preheat.

——

Knock.

Knock. Knock.

“Come in!”

“Uh, sorry to disturb…” I whisper, peeking my head around the door and into the bathroom where Namjoon is currently residing. He’s sat cross-legged on the tiled floor, screwing some wood together. His thick hand taps the space on the floor next to him, beckoning me forward. I sit where prompted.

“How are you? Okay?” His soothing, deep voice bounced off the tile, creating a sort of echoing effect. My fingers start to twirl around themselves, my mouth opening and closing like a fish while my brain catches up to my body.

“I’m good. Better than good. This isn’t about me, well, not completely about me. Well, it is still sort of about me, and you! Well? Everybody actually-” I ramble, my mouth seemingly working on its own while my brain just stands in the corner, watching and shaking its head at my stupidity. The apex alpha plops his muscly hand down on my thigh, effectively silencing me, his deep brown eyes staring into mine.

“Breathe, Y/N. Tell Alpha what’s the matter.”

I can only bring myself to blink in reply, letting his words rattle around in my head before finally my voice box begins to work again.

“It’s Jin.” Namjoon’s gaze is locked on mine. He doesn’t blink; his hand has even stopped moving, the screwdriver now just posed in his hand. A beat passes.

“What’s up with Jin?” He treads carefully. He’s treating me like I’m made of glass, careful not to shake too much, or I’d break into a million pieces and start ranting and raving again.

“Jinnie’s in preheat. I think, anyway. He stinks. No, not stinks! Not stinks! His coconut is just really strong.” I manage to break into a million pieces regardless, spewing out the emotional vomit all over.

“His… coconut?”

“Yeah. His coconut.” I grin, hoping he understands me now.

“His coconut.” Namjoon repeats, looking at me like I’m a lunatic. My grin drops; he thinks I’m crazy.

“Yeah. Jin’s scent - he’s mostly ocean air, but then he has that twang of coconut. He’s like one of those tropical holiday cocktails.”

“Preheat?”

“Yeah, at least I think so.” Uncertainty slips into my tone, my hands going back to wringing and twisting. He drops one of his hands atop my own, squeezing gently.

“I’ll talk to Hoseok or Taehyung first, they’ll know a little more about Jin’s scent than me, okay? But if you, one of our omegas, say it’s preheat, then it’s preheat.” The hand that was once covering my own moves, lifting to gently cup my chin and tilt it back so I’m forced to meet his gaze once again.

“What do you mean?” I can barely hear the question falling from my lips, yet a sparkle of recognition in his eyes lets me know he did.

“Omegas always know best.” His deep timbre makes my spine tingle, goosebumps erupting all over my body.

I lean closer, as does he.

His hand drops from my chin, landing on my lower thigh and gently squeezing.

Closer.

His warm breath tickles my lips, my body tingling again.

Closer.

My eyelids drop closed, my inner omega letting him take the lead and give us what we really want. I feel his breath again, his hand squeezing again, his nose brushing against mine.

“Yeah. We do.” I whisper before slowly pulling back, trying desperately to hide my grin.

“I better go talk to them, then.” He whispers back, like it’s some sort of secret.

“Yeah. You better.”

——

Namjoon never gets the chance to confer with Hoseok or Taehyung, because it’s not even twenty minutes later when Seokjin makes the discovery for himself.

Every member of the pack comes screeching into the collective bedroom, some tumbling and slipping over while others sit there gawping.

We’re all gathered in the doorway, peering in on Seokjin laid out on the bed, groaning loudly. My heart aches at the sight of my fellow omega in pain; each whimper digging the knife into my heart deeper.

“Jin? What’s going on?” Yoongi is the first to step towards the bed, laying a soft hand on the eldest omega’s forehead, checking his temperature. Silently, I watch on as a wince overcomes the eldest alpha’s face; the panic slowly rising inside of me.

I tune out when Namjoon joins Yoongi, focusing all of my attention on the patterned bedspread and making sure the panic inside doesn’t start to spill out.

“We need to move him to the nest.” Jimin whispers into my ear, bringing me into the present conversation. I turn my head, blinking at him a little as his words digest in my head before nodding, letting him go ahead of me. We crawl onto the bed, sitting beside the eldest omega as we try to figure out the logistics.

“Hi, Jinnie.” I whisper, gently stroking his left arm. He whines lowly in response, tangling his fingers with mine and squeezing. “Minnie and I are gonna get you in the nest, okay? We’ll get you nice and comfy.”

“Our lovely nest.” Jimin chimes in, taking his other hand. A small smile makes its way onto my face watching the two, seeing how in love they are.

“Nest.” Seokjin repeats, pouting slightly.

I lean forward, catching his plump lips in what was meant to be a sweet kiss (completely forgetting about his heat-raddled brain) only to be dragged into something full of passion and tongue. His hands are suddenly wrapped around me, pulling me on top of him and close to his chest while his lips slide against mine, spit spilling out of the corner of my mouth. Our teeth clash, his tongue battling against mine and sucking lightly. A whimper ripples through me but is quickly pulled into his mouth, his hands travelling lower and squeezing my hips, pushing my hips to grind against him.

He moans into my mouth; his hips bounce against my own hard, so hard I can feel the thickness of his cock even through the layers of clothes we wear.

A hand wrapped around the back of my neck yanks me off of him, a small growl filling the room as we’re forced apart. My head snaps to the side, desperate to see who dared to pull me and my Jin apart-

“Don’t growl at me, Omega.” Yoongi’s thick drawl levels me, submission filling every ounce of my body as the aggressiveness leaks out. If my underwear wasn’t soaked from kissing Jin only moments prior, it would be now. A high-pitched keen leaves my lips; desperate for the alpha’s forgiveness and to be reunited with my omega once more. He glares down at me, hand still tightly scruffing the back of my neck, the corner of his lip pulled up into a sneer - gosh, it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

“Alpha.” I whimper, gnawing on my lip. The scruff gets slightly tighter, a broken moan falling from my lips as he sneers at me.

“Are you going to be good?” Yoongi’s voice drops to a purr, his gaze piercing mine and keeping every ounce of my attention on him. I feel myself nodding, my eyelids slowly shutting as the scruff loosens ever so slightly and his scent fills my nostrils. The enticing base of paprika and leather with that sexy hook of cinnamon wraps around me, my body getting heavier when it swirls and mixes in the air with Jin’s arousal.

My tongue feels heavy in my mouth, drool practically spilling out of the corners as I feel my inner omega bare her stomach and whine. My pack smells so delicious…

——

THREE DAYS LATER

My heart feels like it’s beating out of my chest, sweat is coating my entire body, and my legs are shaking. I flop onto my back, staring at the ceiling while the passion continues around me. My hand distractedly runs up and down the sheets, desperately hoping the softness will bring me back to this planet and chill whatever emotions are running high inside me. I shift my head slightly, groaning as an ache shoots through it.

“That’s all three omegas out for the count.” I hear from one of the corners of the nest, along with a barrage of laughter.

“Am I dead?” Jimin’s voice smoothly runs over me like honey, tiredness clear in his tone along with exhaustion.

“I don’t think you can die from too many orgasms.” I manage to grit out, throwing my hand out and landing on his stomach with an ‘oof!’

“I think I have.” His stomach ripples with a giggle.

“Rest in peace, Y/N and Min. You will be missed.” Taehyung’s voice breaks through our tired giggles, along with assumingly his hands rubbing soft circles on our legs.

“Their messiness won’t.” Jin’s voice whines through, my arm extending out to smack whatever body part of his I can reach, to which he replies with an ‘ouch!’ Jimin must do something similar because another pained noise fills the room, then another smacking sound.

“Omegas!” Joon commands without any bite, sounding more like a tired parent than a meanie apex alpha.

“Yes, Alpha?” We all tiredly whine.

“Shut up.” Yoongi answers for him, my leg extending out to try and kick him, to which he just grabs my leg and gently smacks it.

“Why’s everybody hitting me today?” I whine, throwing all of my limbs out in retaliation, to which my sore body practically screams in reply. “Omegas are meant to be pampered, not smacked.”

“You didn’t seem to mind being smacked ten minutes ago, honey.” Hoseok’s sweet voice drifts through. I don’t really pay attention to his words, just his sweet tone, until about five minutes later, when they finally sink in. A kick to the thigh soon shuts him up.

I lift my head up, examining the puppy pile we’ve got ourselves into.

It’s our eldest omega Jin in the centre, receiving all the comfort after a horrible heat.

Jimin’s tucked into his left side and wrapped up in my arms, then there’s Yoongi behind me. His legs are thrown across mine, presumably to stop me concocting another kick attack, while Hoseok’s head and upper torso are firmly planted on Jimin’s lower half, his hand in mine.

On Jin’s right side is Taehyung, the alpha propped up on one arm as the gremlin stares us all down. Behind him (and mostly on top of him) is the youngest alpha, Jungkook, an arm thrown around his elder’s torso and a leg kicked across Jin’s bottom half.

Behind Jungkook and closest to the outside of the nest is our apex, Namjoon. He’s mostly sat up, watching over us all and shaking his head at the bickering.

“I think there’s slick in my hair.” Jungkook comments, running his hand through the black tresses.

“Whose?” Jimin yawns. Every member of the pack with their eyes closed slowly opens their eyes; those with their eyes open turn all their attention to stare right at him. He gulps before his face slowly starts to turn pink, wiggling nervously.

“Hey, hey,” Jungkook pacifies, “I never said I didn’t like it.”

“You guys are weird.” Yoongi mumbles, yawning and rolling to lay over me a bit more.

“Says the alpha who told me to suffocate him with my thighs.” I coo, softly pecking his cheek. I pray that my tone saves me a little bit of time before he realises-

He smacks his hand over my mouth, humming at the silence.

“Goodnight, pack.” Namjoon says after a few minutes of comfortable quiet.

“Goodnight.” We all reply our variations, some interrupted by yawns and others interrupted by giggling and smacking.

#a/b/o x reader #alpha beta omega #bts x omega reader #bts ot7 x reader #bts x fem reader #bts x fem!reader #bts fanfiction #bts fanfic

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halexxsam · 2 months ago

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https://www.tumblr.com/cruise-in-your-glow-bus/775202499929964544/open-cardinal-copia-fic-idea-someone-at-some

Please please please write this! I nominate you! Take my soul as payment, but pleaaaaaase write this! I beg! 😭

Your soul, you say? Why thank you! Let's not talk about how long this sat in my inbox. The past few weeks hit me harder than I thought. Also, thought about this prompt a bit too much and ended up writing 9 pages.....so....enjoy lol (let me know if i missed any tags or what not!)

Louder

Tags: fondling, coming in mouth, neck/nipple play, hair pulling, praise, light restraint, gill play, ghoul pack dynamics

Characters: dewdrop, aether, ifrit, mountain, cardinal

Words: 3737 words

The ghouls just assumed it had to do with constantly being on the tour bus. Crammed into small bunks, sharing what little space they had with each other, the constant come and go of staff, makeup artists, techs, and interviewers constantly left the bus a loud, public environment. Even after shows, roadies and ministry staff would find their way onto the bus, sitting on the big couch in the back or finding home on an empty bunk. The ghouls were pack creatures, never bothered by the extra bodies filling the bus. They always enjoyed the company, and the extra pairs of eyes and ears that would end up being an extra addition to the scandals they would get up to each night.

The Cardinal was more quiet. He enjoyed his peace, time alone, quiet mornings and soft evenings. He liked smooth plans, perfectly tuned guitars and easy tech rehearsals. The ghouls were still new to him, only having taken on the role of frontman a few months ago. Cardinal still hadn't seen all of his ghouls without a mask on, yet alone un-glamored. The ghouls were always able to pick up on his feelings, learning quickly that he preferred to be alone, that he didn't like having people in his space or having his stuff touched. They thought it was just the nerves that come with being the lead.

It was the night before their last show of the leg of the tour when Aether decided he finally had enough.

"I mean, come on, guys. I swear his rats are louder than him! Why won't he ever talk to us?" He said frustrated, flopping back onto the smaller couch by the kitchenette, his legs being too long to rest comfortably on this godforsaken bus.

"Aeth, come on. You know he is just a quiet guy, nothing wrong with that." Mountain stated, leaning up against the small stove, arms crossed beautifully over his chest.

Aether sighed dramatically. "Mount, you can't be serious!" He flamed out, "We have all tried to rile him up, but it never works! I have smacked his ass on stage so many times and he never made a peep! Dew tickles him or hides behind him and he says nothing!"

Mountain laughed at Aether's antics. "So, what do you want to do about it?"

"I'm halfway to taking him over my lap." Aether deadpanned.

Mountain choked on his spit. "Aether! You can't do that! We haven't even seen him naked!"

"Who haven't we seen naked?" Dewdrop asked, clumsily stepping up the steep stairs of the bus.

Aether shot up, walking over to Dew. “I know he will agree with me!”

Looking between the two ghouls, Dew eyed Mountain, raising an eyebrow at the absolute outburst from Aether. Dew’s tail swayed softly behind him. Mountain exhaled, a hand brushing through his hair. “The Cardinal.”

Dew laughed, “That’s what you are worked up about?”

“You can’t tell me you haven’t thought about it.”

The water ghoul stopped, his head turned slightly in thought. “So what,” he shrugged, plopping down on the couch, “I’ve done everything I can think of besides pulling his pants down and sucking him off on stage and he doesn’t ever react.”

“Maybe the guy just isn’t sexual, Aeth.” Mountain said, turning away from the pair. “You can’t force it.”

Aether grumbled, picking up Dew’s feet before sitting down next to him. “It’s not even a sex thing, entirely.” He started, “I just feel like we don’t really know him, you know?”

His mate nodded, beginning to comb through Aether’s hair. “I know, but he has always been a reserved man, Aeth. Just like Rain sometimes.” The quintessence ghoul sighed and nodded, letting his head tip back against the couch. “Why does this bother you so much, hm?”

Aether ran a hand down his face, pressing his palms into his eyes. “I just can’t get a good read on him, it makes me nervous. Not even my quintessence can figure him out.”

Dewdrop hummed, a soft purr building in a subconscious effort to soothe his mate. “Have you tried talking to him about it?”

Aether remained silent, a soft blush rising on his face. “Uh…”

“Oh, Aeth, my love,” Dew laughed, “I love you, goofball.” He smiles, a hand coming up to hold the side of his mate's face. “Cardinal should be in his dressing room, you know. He stays in there for a few hours before every show,” Dew said, bringing his legs off his mate’s lap, “Go and talk to him. I’ll be here.”

Aether smiled and made his way off the tour bus, grabbing his mask and making sure it was tightly secured before all the fans waiting early at the barcade saw anything. Weaving his way through all the tech crew, Aether made his way backstage to the dressing rooms.

“Cardinal? Can I come in?” He knocked, bouncing on the balls of his feet.

He heard something like a choked off cough before the sound of feet scrambling to the door. He was met with the Cardinal, without his face paint and gear. Aether thought he was seeing him for the first time again. “Aether?” He called out, whipping the door open.

“Yes, It’s just me.” He responded, still staring at the closed door. “Can I come in?”

Cardinal stared at Aether in a sort of shock. “Oh, uh. Sure, of course. Come in.”

He smiled and walked past him, sitting down on the ragged loveseat as he watched his Cardinal shut the door and walk slowly back to his seat at the dressing table. His hands ghosted over his makeup in an attempt to cover the awkwardness. Aether couldn’t stand the sight of him so meek anymore.

Aether cleared his throat. “I wanted to talk to you about something.”

The Cardinal turned around to face him, “Yes, Aether? Is something wrong?”

“Well, uh. I guess you could say that.” Aether murmured, staring down at his hands.

“What can I do to help?” He asked, leaning a bit closer to his ghoul.

“I want to know you, understand you, hear you.” Aether whispered, feeling embarrassed. When he didn’t get an answer, Aether continued. “We have all tried to bond with you, inviting you out to drinks after shows, playing with you during rituals…nothing seems to make you smile, laugh, make a noise.”

The Cardinal looked shocked. “Oh, I’m sorry.”

“No, I don’t want you to apologize. I just wish you would let us in.”

“And how do I do that?”

Aether made a hurt sound, his hands just itching to reach out and touch, to soothe. “We can teach you, show you, if you let us.”

“I’m scared.” The man whispered, turning away from his ghoul.

“Scared? Why are you scared, Cardinal?”

“I wasn’t always the frontman, you know. I lived a life in service before being chosen. Been around a lot, been unfortunate in the people I knew.” He said, his scent starting to bleed sour, sadness, and shame.

Following his gut, Aether reached out to grab his hand, holding it softly, a thumb rubbing over his knuckles. “Talk to me, please.”

The Cardinal made an odd sound, one that Aether had never heard before. He sounded weird, a tad embarrassed. “Long ago, I was different. Louder, more upfront, more devoted.”

“And what changed?”

“I uh-,” He ducked his head, “was told to be quiet.”

“What?” Aether laughed out, trying to catch his eye.

The Cardinal just hummed, hand retreating from his ghoul’s hold. He looked ashamed and his scent started to change to something Aether couldn’t quite pin-point, something he had never smelled on the man before. “You don’t have to talk about it right now.”

“It’s stupid, honestly,” He sniffed, a small tear starting to form. “It shouldn’t have meant that much to me.” When Aether just continued to look at him, the Cardinal took a deep breath and continued. “A few years back, I had a partner. I thought we were happy and that they were, too. But they told me they didn’t like how loud I was…in bed.”

Aether made a hurt noise. Someone dared to tell his beautiful man that his pleasure was too loud? Just at the thought of being told that himself, Aether understood. He understood now why the Cardinal was always quiet, reserved, never making a fuss. He wanted to be accepted, loved, and he was told the only way was to be quiet. Aether felt like ripping off someone's head.

“They are wrong,” He growled out, eyes flashing purple at his rage,”Your pleasure should never be silenced. It is supposed to be beautiful.”

The Cardinal laughed, yet another tear ran down his face. “And how would you know? Like you said, I’m always quiet.”

“You’re right, I don’t know about you. But I know that when Dew’s breath hitches I’ve found a sensitive spot on his neck, or when Ifrit grits his teeth that I’ve pulled his hair at just the right angle, or when Mountain’s hard resolve finally breaks, I know by the soft groan he lets out.” Aether said, trying to catch his eye, “It lets your partner know that they are doing a good job making you feel good, Cardinal. That is something that should never be silenced.”

“I’ve never thought of that before.” He whispered.

“That’s alright, I promise.”

The two sat in silence. Aether felt like he was finally going to be able to bond with him, finally able to know and love him. Their moment was broken by a knock on the door, and a tech saying that makeup and hair was waiting for him. The Cardinal sniffled, standing up and brushing a hand down his shirt, smoothing the wrinkles. “I’ll be right there.”

Aether took that as his cue. “I’ll, uh, leave you to it, I guess. Dew is probably wondering how I am. I’ll see you for the show, alright?”

The man nodded, walking Aether to the door. “Thank you, Aether.”

“Always.” Aether said, smiling.

On his way back to the bus, Aether felt elated. Though he still wanted to kill whoever told his beautiful Cardinal to be quiet, he knew what was going on and he knew how to fix it. He found Dew in the same spot he left him, except now, he was tucked into Mountain’s side, snoring softly.

“Hiya Mount,” Aether said, sitting down next to the pair.

Mountain gave a soft chuff in response, eyes heavy as he held Dew close. “Come join us?”

“Of course.” Aether said, pulling an arm around Mountain and crowding him into his side, resting his head softly against his antlers. “My cuddle bugs, love you.”

“Love you too, Aeth.”

🜏🜏🜏

It was just after their last show that Aether decided it was time to make his Cardinal feel loved. He followed him to his dressing room, using his quintessence to keep himself quiet. Right before the Cardinal was able to step into his dressing room, Aether placed a hand on his shoulder.

“Get dressed and then come see us in our dressing room, alright?”

The Cardinal jumps slightly, turning to his ghoul and nodding his head, eyes gone wide. Aether nods, turning quickly back to the dressing rooms, excitement running through his bones. Soon enough, the ghouls hear a soft knock on their door.

“It’s open,” Dew yells out, half bent over Mountain, sitting at one of the dressing tables, trying to get the ghouls' incredibly sweaty boots off.

The cardinal walked in slowly, unsure of himself and his place in the dressing room. “Uh,” he mumbled, “Aether invited me in.”

“You are always welcome, Cardinal. No invitation needed.” Mountain said, his eyes never leaving the water ghoul at his feet.

The human nodded, shuffling in place before making his way to the small couch in the corner, deciding to sit and wait as his ghouls got undressed from their stage costumes. The ghouls just kept on, smiling and catching eyes when they saw their Cardinal watching them as they took off shirts or undid their pants. “You can stare at us all you want,” Dew purred out, making a show of taking off his compression undershirt.

The man gasped, his face going red. “You are all very beautiful.”

“Thank you, Cardinal. So are you.” Dewdrop left his shirt off and walked over to him, his legs brushing up against bent knees. He reaches out and grabs the man’s hand, going slow as he pulls his hand to sit on his hip. “You can touch.”

“Dew, be slow,” Ifrit scolds, coming up behind his water ghoul and slotting his chin over his shoulder. “Can’t scare him away now, can we?” He asks, eyes coming up to catch the Cardinal’s.

Dew huffs, turning around to press up against Ifrit. “Iffy,” he purrs, batting his eyelashes up at his fire ghoul. “Can I sit on his lap?”

At that, the ghouls hear their first new noise from the man–a hitch of his breath.

Aether laughs, “Oh, he liked that.”

Ifrit grins, looking over the man and tilting his head, a silent question to an answer they are all sure they have, but they can never be too careful. With big eyes, the Cardinal nodded, hands coming away from his lap. Dewdrop smiles and laughs, immediately sitting down and nuzzling under the man’s chin. “Your heart is hammering.”

“Been a while since I’ve had someone on my lap, Dewdrop.” The man said, his eyes looking anywhere other than the small ghoul on his lap.

Dew nodded, a hand coming up to thread through the Cardinal’s hair, twirling it around his fingers and enjoying the feel of him. He traveled down to his neck and the dip of his collarbones, memorizing the soft feel of his skin. Just enjoying finally getting to touch this beautiful man.

Eventually, all the ghouls were back in their street clothes, picking at the finger food and making plates before joining the pair on the couch. Surprisingly, everyone sat in relaxing silence while eating a well-deserved meal. A plate was shoved into the Cardinal’s lap, both for him and Dew. He learned that it was not just a small gesture, but also an invitation to feed Dew. Which was always, always, dangerous–especially for his still hammering heart, and his cock, trapped under Dew’s warm butt–and for the fact that the ghoul always licked his fingers after every bite.

Eventually, Aether broke the silence. “You don’t have to be quiet anymore, Cardinal. Tell us what you want, please.”

“I don’t even know where to start.”

“Well, I think that sex should be off the table this time because this is new for all of us. And we are still at the stadium.” Mountain said, the most level-headed of all of them.

Dew pouted, his tail flicking, making a thwap thwap thwap sound against the couch. At that, the Cardinal instinctively shifted, grasping Dew’s tail softly and pulling it free from under him. “There you go, pet.” Cardinal said, not thinking twice about what he had just done.

“Uh oh,” Ifrit laughed, catching eyes with Mountain. Dew’s tail was the most sensitive part of him, and touching it was a one way ticket to getting the best head of your life.

At Ifrit’s comment, the Cardinal stiffened. “Did I do something wrong?”

“Uh, not exactly,” Aether laughed, “but uh, his tail is quite a pleasure point for him.” The whole pack watched as Dew’s cock started to tent in his pants, his scent pouring out need and want.

“Dew’s a bit of a rascal, so if you don’t want him, you have to say something now and one of us will take him. But once he starts, he won't stop until he’s finished with you.” Aether said, quintessence flicking at the ready to rein in his mate, if needed.

The Cardinal just nodded, he always had a soft spot for his water ghoul anyway. In a flash, Dew was on his knees before him, batting his knees apart and slotting himself between them. He fumbled with his sweatpants, claws catching on the waistband.

“I got it, don’t worry your pretty little face about it.” The Cardinal said, lifting his hips and shimming his pants down his ankles.

The man hissed as his cock was freed, bouncing up and out, until it rested just beautifully against his stomach. All the ghouls growled out and inched closer to the pair, the Cardinal’s scent more potent than ever before.

“Fuck, you’re just gorgeous,” Mountain said, coming up behind the man weave his hands through his hair, pulling at the crown just to see his neck barred and the small gasp that left him before he could stop it. The ghoul leaned down and began to nibble over his neck, deciding that his Cardinal would not be leaving without his marks.

Dew took this opportunity to wrap a cool hand around his cock, making the man jump, only furthering Mountain’s hold onto his hair. The Cardinal let out a punched sound, almost like a soft moan that he couldn’t stop fast enough.

“Hold him harder, Mount. I think he likes it.” Aether said dangerously, coming over to sit next to the man, placing a hand on his bouncing leg. Copying him, Ifrit sat on his other side and placed a hand on his other leg, effectively holding the man down on the couch, restricting all his movements so all he could do was take it. And take it he did.

“Go on, Dewy. Show him what you’re made of.” Ifrit said, slipping his hand into the water ghouls hair and guiding his mouth just over the weeping head of the Cardinal’s cock.

A cold line of spit flowed out of the ghouls mouth and landed right in the slit of the man’s dick. “Fuck!” The Cardinal shouted, Dewdrop immediately licking a stripe up his cock before swallowing him whole.

Ifrit grinned, a hand coming to pull at the man’s shirt. “That’s it, let us hear you.”

Aether was somewhat satisfied with the little noises coming from him, but he wanted more. Needed to cut the circuits in his brain and make him dumb and fuzzy. He smirked, admiring the slack face of the Cardinal and the small start of sweat pooling in his collarbone. He grabbed his mate’s head, stopping his enthusiastic bobbing before grasping hold of him, before allowing him to suck in a breath before being shoved down completely, gagging harshly as the Cardinal’s cock was forcibly bullied against the back of his throat.

“Breathe, Dew. You can take it.” Aether praised, fingers tickling as they released tinges of quintessence.

His mate let out a punched noise, succumbing to the force of his mate and going lax, breathing deep through his nose. “Shit, Aether. He’s so good, so talented.”

The whole pack chuckled. “Oh Cardinal, you haven’t even seen the best thing yet.” Ifrit said, a hand traveling down to wrap around Dew’s throat.

At that, the Cardinal hummed in question, a big more sense coming back to him now that the water ghoul was basically just cockwarming him, still forced down by Aether’s hand.

“Open up your gills, Dewy.” Ifrit purred, hand moving down to pass over his chest, plucking at his nipples and the cold bar that is pierced through them. Dew hummed, causing the Cardinal to jolt up at the vibration, spewing out some Italian curses.

In an instant, Dew’s gills flared to life, and Ifrit immediately plunged two fingers in, petting at his walls, searching for the thin layer of flesh that indicates the beginning of his throat. Ifrit knows he’s found it when Dewdrops claws rear to life, piercing the couch. He moves slowly, still being careful of his dear water ghoul but also trailing his fingers up and down the Cardinal’s cock.

The man tried to pull away from all the sensations. Mountain’s hand on his hair, his teeth eating away at his neck like he was a man starved. Aether’s quintessence flowing around the room, forcing him to relax and forget that they are separated from a whole world out there by a singular, thin wall. “Nuh uh, come on, let us make you feel good.” Mountain said, moving his lips to come bite at the shell of his ear.

“Hnn…m’ close — fuck!” He whimpered, turning his head into the cushion, trying to silence himself and hide away.

Aether tsked, grasping his chin and pulling him forward, demanding eye contact. “Don’t you dare hide from us now.”

A deep red blush bloomed over his face, nodding continually in Aether’s grasp. He pulled his lip between his teeth, jerking everytime Ifrit’s finger played right under the head, moving up and circling his slit. Dew continued his kitten lick assaults, sucking softly.

“Shit, shit, I’m gonna—please, can I? Can I come?” The Cardinal whimpered, holding eye contact with Aether, causing the older ghoul to growl out. The Cardinal was asking his permission. He was harder than a brick.

“Of course you can, honey. Come for us.” Aether ordered, fingers starting to indent the skin of his chin. The Cardinal nodded, eyes screwed shut. He let out a high pitched whine, bucking into Dewdrops mouth, his stomach fluttering.

He fell back into the couch, soft moans leaving his mouth at the continued petting from Ifrit and the dangerous tight hold Dew’s throat still had on his cock, swallowing down his load. After a few minutes, Aether pulled his mate up and pulled him in for a kiss, groaning at the taste of release. “Good job Dewy.” He praised, pulling his small mate into his lap.

Mountain came back around the couch, pulling his Cardinal up and taking his spot on the couch, laying the man across him and Ifrit. “Thank you, all of you.” The man murmured, his eyes closing.

Mountain and Ifrit both kicked up a soft purr, pulling a thin blanket over him. Ifrit carded his hand through Mountain’s hair, nuzzling his cheek, his nose tickling the peach fuzz on his jawline. “Went to town on his neck, I see.” He laughed.

“I couldn’t resist,” Mountain smiled, his fangs coming out in full view.

The pack settled down, a soft silence washing over them. They would have to get up soon, back on the road tonight for another ritual tomorrow; but now, they were here, together.

#the band ghost #dewdrop ghoul #aether ghoul #mountain ghoul #ifrit ghoul #nameless ghouls #ghost band #ghost band fic #cardinal copia #wreck cardinal 2k25?#halexxsamwrites

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valentiyne · 2 years ago

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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

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that-tmr-girl · 11 months ago

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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.

#aris jones #aris x reader #tmr aris #aris tmr #aris smut #smut #tmr #tmr smut #the maze runner #smut oneshot #slight hurt/comfort

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lorelune · 1 year ago

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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.

#ANON thank you for these thoughts #i am eating them up CHEWING #genuienyl was like #god fuck this hiatus is NECESSARY but i wanna talk about LION JY WITH THE GIRLIES (GN)!!!#he's simply literally #meow meow #THE meow meow one could say #thank you for the food anon <333 hehe 🫶#lore answers

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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 :))

#darlingkirstein asks #darlingkirstein headcannons #eremika headcannon #eremika #jeanpiku #jeanpiku headcannon

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labrats-and-clonetroopers · 2 years ago

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"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.”

#star wars x lab rats crossover #star wars x lab rats #ahsoka tano x chase davenport #ahsoka x chase #jacen syndulla #rexanne tano-davenport #chase davenport x ahsoka tano #chase x ahsoka

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