#i do like how this turned out but i also can't stand looking at it any longer

[complete-clownery]

some fun facts about this whole picture

(also just because I share all of this with you guys, nothing is set in stone, if you have your own theories that's the coolest thing ever!!! Share them with me please!!)

🍜Some of y'all said that Macaque was sitting alone but believe me just because Bai He turned around to chat with MK and Mei she is only there because Macaque came and Macaque is only there because Bai He bagged him to tag along,

THEY COME IN A PAIR DO NOT SEPARATE IN GROUP PICTURES!!!

🍜 You might have noticed that some of the chopstick holders and sauce holders have stickers on them. Those were put there by MK. He first did it when he was much younger to help decorate the shop because he overheard a convo between Tang and Pigsy discussing renovation and finances - it was a whole thing - Pigsy even got mad at MK, but they figure it out eventually and nowadays when the stickers get too worn MK replaces them with new ones

🍜 Mei is showing Bai He a puppy video you can hardly see it

🍜 Mei hardly even touches Red Son in the illustration, Red Son is just completely distraught by the idea of being so close to someone. (He's very embarrassed they might be blushing a bit too (I just went able to draw that properly lol))

🍜MK is sitting on outside of the boot because he keeps on getting up and helping pigsy around (it's not even conscious anymore, whenever they sit down with the others he sits somewhere, where he can easily get up to land a hand to Pigsy (or to anyone))

🍜 Yeeah Yeah okay,,, I know there is a shadowpeach shaped question in the room bugging your minds like: omg clownery is it on purpose that they are the only characters that we can't see the faces of???

And my answer to that is: I made this drawing on a whim, I started drawing it purely to mess around with perspective and expected to give up halfway bc it looked ass, I could have hardly given it any deeper meaning or thought. How could've I possibly planned anything? The core elements of this picture are all managed to get made up while I was drawing it...

Except from this one ;]

See when I sat down and got an idea about a group picture I wanted to differentiate the celestial monkeys (excluding MK) from the main group

This picture takes place some time after season 3 and a bit before season 4. I would like to say that Wukong and Macaque are not a part of this group. Especially in season 3 both of them have done terrible shit and regardless of where they're sitting and what they are doing, they're not part of it all.

For Macaque this is pretty easily illustrated, he is the one who stands out the most, not a lot of people want him there since they did try to kill members of the group even if he was under the influence of LBD. He's at a different table MK invited them bc MK genuinely wants to be friend Macaque, but this was already stated: Bai He wants Macaque to be there - I have a lot of head canons about their relationship but I'm not going to talk about this here cuz this rant might get even longer - but Bai He at first was scared as fuck with Wukong around, she only felt better when Macaque was there. She has gotten better since then, as you can see she's pretty comfortable with MK and Mei (even Red Son surprisingly), but she still needs Macaque there.

Making Wukong stand out and look isolated is a bit more tricky... He's in the group seemingly chatting with Sandy, he's there part of the whole thing, but there are subtle hints about his environment and body language you might notice:

Well for once he is turned away from the pov, we cant see his face already distancing him from you guys the viewers.

His body language is also closed off, arms crossed, legs just next to each other tightly, he's not comfortable, he's somewhere else, Sandy is there but his talking at Wukong rather than talking to him.

Also It has been made pretty evident in the show that Wukong loves eating right? If he was perfectly comfortable and at ease he would at least have 3 bowls of noodles yet he barely touched anything, he's not eating.

I mean he almost got Mei killed and the whole plan screwed since he was unwilling to cooperate and share his plans with the others. I like to think that Mei just straight up ignored him for a while,, same with pigsy,, those two had enough of Wukongs past getting MK in trouble, they do not like him (and them being so buddy buddy with him in later seasons is annoying af to me,,, maybe season 5 gets some form of pass, because more time has passed and Wukongs actions in season 4 were considerably better, but they were waaaaay too comfortable with him at season 5,,, it bugged me a lot)

I think they're also very aware of each other's presence (I have a whole au that plays between season 3 and 4 explaining how Macaque started living on the FFM with Wukong, so in that context,,,, damn they are having a BLAST especially Macaque, he would like to be anywhere but near Wukong :] )

🍜Also they're sitting away from each other as far away as possible, and (this was not planned and got pointed out by one of my friends) Wukong is sitting closest to the sun and Macaque is the one who is in the shade the most

Sorry about the big monkey rant, I am just so extremely shadowpeach pilled that it distracts my brain form everything else

And once again: I tell all this stuff to you guys, but feel free to come up with your own theories about the illustration, details, backstories, whatever you have in mind. You guys have different interpretations makes it all the more fun!!

Please share your theories with me in the comments I would love to hear them 🍎🍊🍊

I'll edit this if I have more ideas 💡

Wow okay

[ssentimentals]

hellloooo can u please do idol!coups x reader for sleep deprivation on cheol’s part with reader taking care of him xx

helloooo anonie, sure i can, thank you for requesting! 💜

prompt: sleep deprivation

you try not to hover. you try not to act like mother hen in fear of being annoying. you try but it's so god damn hard when seungcheol looks like a dead man standing. your boyfriend has always been a hard worker, that's one of the qualities you admire about him, but his work ethic is also your biggest worry. seungcheol is present but just barely - you are sure that he didn't hear majority of the things you said with his mind being very, very far from here, buried in new dance routines or lyrics that had to be finished. it's amazing to see how work energizes seungcheol and gives him purpose, but it's horrible to watch him crumble under pressure. slowly you reach out for his hand, giving it a light squeeze: 'cheollie, baby. you're with me?'

seungcheol blinks at your touch and it takes him few moments to sit up straighter on the seat and send you a fake smile. 'yeah, baby, sorry, i'm here. what did you say?'

god, you can't believe this man wanted to pick you up after your work. seungcheol can't be trusted with a car now, not when he can barely focus. 'i asked if yuo're sure that we should go out tonight. you look really tired, cheol.'

he stubbornly shakes his head. 'no-no, i'm good. i'm so caught up at work that we haven't seen each other much lately.'

you kind of want to strangle and kiss him at the same time. he is so good for trying to make time for you amidst his hectic workload but he is so bad for not taking care of himself properly - you sigh loudly. 'when did you sleep last time?' you ask straight to the point. thank god for traffic at this hour, so you can fully turn to your boyfriend without paying attention to the road. 'you look like a zombie, baby.' seungcheol purses his lips and you instantly understand what's the problem. 'cheollie... you can't fall asleep?'

seungcheol sags in the passenger seat, looking embarrassed and done with himself. 'yeah,' he admits quietly. 'i- it's so fucking stupid. i don't know, i'm trying everything but it's just not working.' he sighs and rubs his eyes tiredly. 'i don't think i actually slept properly in the last 4-5 days.'

this admission breaks your heart. seungcheol is running on fumes and yet despite it all, he still is here, with you, because he doesn't want you to feel neglected. without thinking you enter new address to the gps, knowing full well what can help him this time. 'instead of the restaurant, let's have a picnic,' you announce in an overly enthusiastic tone.

'at eight pm?' seungcheol asks, confused. 'i mean if that's what you want then i don't mind but-'

'that's exactly what i want.' you squeeze his hand, sending him a small smile. 'no worries, baby. we are very close.'

it doesn't happen often, but it did happen before. sleep deprivation is, unfortunately, a part of seungcheol's life as an idol and you learned hard way how to deal with it. familiar scenes of home or studio don't calm him mind down, but fresh air and water always help. you park the close as close you can to the river and roll down all windows, letting cool evening breeze in. 'alrighty,' you turn to him with a gentle smile and snatch small blanket from the backseat. 'you take this and get comfortable. i'll order us some food.'

seungcheol grabs the blanket, frowning. 'what is happening?'

'we are having a picnic in the car,' you explain, opening food delivery app. 'and you are sleeping until the food arrives, getting much needed rest.' seungcheol opens his mouth to protest and you cut him off: 'this is a date. this is our date that i want to have.'

the thing is, you don't really care about specifics of date as long as seungcheol is close. he doesn't look convinced at first, but when you start talking about your date with a quiet music on the background, he relaxes. it doesn't take him long to fall asleep - adjusted seat, warm blanket, fresh air and your hand in his do their magic. you watch quietly as his breathing slows; in sleep seungcheol doesn't look as tired. still holding his hand you adjust your own seat and lower the radio volume. seungcheol going out of his way to be with you makes you want to do the same; and if date is about you letting him finally sleep and guarding his sleep then you're not complaining, not at all.

a/n: writing this made me so soft :') pls give cheollie all the hugs and sleep he deserves!! - nini

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[4linos]

rediscovery.

lee felix x fem!reader

synopsis/request: with exhaustion settling in, you and felix barely have the energy to speak, but the moment your lips meet, everything changes. the passion you thought had faded returns, stronger than ever.

[warnings: nsfw 18+, suggestive, minors pls don’t interact 🙃]

wc: 749

You trudge into the living room, collapsing onto the couch beside Felix, who's already sunk into the cushions, eyes half-closed. The day has been a never-ending marathon of work, kids, and chores, leaving you both drained. You can't even muster the energy to look at each other, let alone have a conversation.

But as you sit there, you start to think about all the things that still need to be done. "Hey, did you remember to pay the electricity bill?" you ask, not even turning your head to look at Felix.

To your surprise, Felix responds, "Yeah, I took care of it this morning. And I also managed to get the laundry folded and put away."

You raise an eyebrow, intrigued. "Really? I could've sworn I was the one who was supposed to do that."

Felix opens one eye, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "I think we both did our fair share today. The kids are even in bed early, for once."

You glance at the clock, amazed. It's only 9 PM, and the house is quiet. You start to feel a spark of energy, a sense of possibility.

Felix seems to sense it too, because he reaches out and gently pulls you towards him. "You know, I think we deserve a little break," he whispers, his breath tickling your ear.

As you turn to face him, you see the exhaustion in his eyes, but also a glint of desire. You feel a flutter in your chest, a sense of excitement that you haven't felt in a long time.

Without another word, Felix pulls you into a deep kiss, his lips warm and inviting. You melt into his arms, feeling the tension of the day melt away.

As you break apart for air, Felix whispers, "I think we've earned a little time to ourselves, don't you?"

You nod, your heart racing, and Felix pulls you back in, his hands roaming over your body, reigniting a flame that you thought had been extinguished by the demands of parenthood.

For a few blissful hours, you forget about the bills, the laundry, and the kids' schedules. All that matters is the two of you, lost in the moment, rediscovering the spark that brought you together in the first place.

As Felix's hands continue to explore your body, you feel a sense of surrender wash over you. You've been so focused on being a good parent, on keeping the household running smoothly, that you'd almost forgotten what it's like to be intimate with your partner.

Felix's fingers dance across your skin, sending shivers down your spine. He knows exactly where to touch you, exactly how to make you feel alive. You moan softly as he finds a particularly sensitive spot, his eyes locking onto yours with a spark of desire.

You reach out and start to undo the buttons on his shirt, your fingers fumbling slightly as you try to rush the process. Felix chuckles and takes over, quickly shedding his shirt and pulling you back into a kiss.

As you deepen the kiss, you feel Felix's hands slide down to your hips, pulling you closer to him. You can feel the heat of his body, the hardness of his arousal, and it sends a surge of excitement through you.

Without breaking the kiss, Felix stands up and pulls you to your feet, his hands guiding you towards the bedroom. You stumble slightly, your legs feeling weak with desire, but Felix catches you and holds you close.

As you reach the bedroom, Felix kicks the door shut behind you and spins you around, pinning you against the door. His eyes blaze with desire as he looks at you, his chest heaving with anticipation.

"I've missed this," he whispers, his voice husky with emotion. "I've missed us."

You nod, feeling a lump form in your throat. "I've missed us too," you whisper back.

Felix's face inches closer, his lips brushing against yours in a soft, gentle kiss. But as the kiss deepens, it becomes more passionate, more intense. You feel like you're melting into him, like you're becoming one person again.

As the kiss breaks apart, Felix steps back and looks at you, his eyes burning with desire. "I want you," he whispers, his voice barely audible.

You nod, feeling a sense of surrender. "I want you too," you whisper back.

And with that, Felix pulls you into a passionate, all-consuming kiss, one that leaves you breathless and wanting more.

//

(a/n: i don’t write full on smut & i don’t know if i ever will but i’m okay with slightly suggestive. was this okay? 😅)

masterlist.

[writing-flower]

“ Between life and death, death is tempting ”

First act: “From the roots”

Chapter II: “Dancing with fabric (and glances).”

WARNING: Panic attack

Masterlist

I was on a stage, too big to be a normal one or at least that was my perspective. I was wearing my suit, with the fans in my hands as the fabric touched the floor.

There was no one by my side, I was alone.

There was no one in the seats in the audience either, not a single person to watch me dance at that moment.

I let out a sigh. I started dancing.

The music in my head started playing but now it also started to be heard on the stage. slowly. Little by little. The music continued to grow.

I moved with the fabric of the fans that slowly became longer and longer.

I reached a point where I could no longer appreciate what was in front of me, I could no longer feel the cold floor of the theater.

But the lights. They were getting brighter as the music came to an end.

They wrapped me up in such a soft way, it was so suffocating.

I always wanted to be in the spotlight, to be the leader, to be the one leading the dance.

Why does it feel so different now?

I fell to my knees at the same time that the music slowly stopped along with that voice that made me remember that everything was a dream.

I hadn't realized how big the fan fabric was now, so long that it reached to the ends of the stage, The skirt also grew now it was so long and big that I couldn't stand up because of the weight of the fabric on my waist.

It shouldn't have been heavy, but it was.

It's too big for me.

When the fan fabric stopped, I fixed my gaze on the audience.

The only lights were above me, they moved where I was going but never where I wanted.

I couldn't shine light on them. I wanted to shine light on them to see their faces.

What expressions will they have? Are they waiting for me to keep dancing? Even though I can't get up, they want me to continue with the show?

Just talk, say it.

I will, just please...

Stop

Looking

at me.

[Name] immediately gets up from her bed feeling her heart beating quickly and painfully, her feet were numb as were her arms.

While she was sitting in her bed, she tried to relax. Is this what people call "lucid dreaming"?

When she finally felt her legs and arms move just a little to get used to it, it felt like a million ants were walking on her limbs.

She sighed and then tried to get up, she managed it but a little wobbly.

She grabbed a towel along with a set of clothes to go to the bathroom.

She loved her new room, I think it would be more accurate to call it her fiveteenth room.

Compared to the previous one, which was already starting to be quite small for her and too childish, in an attempt to free up her room a bit as she ran out of space.

She found a not so small door in the ceiling, she could barely open it and saw the enormous space that had moved to that hidden part of the mansion.

But obviously being a attic, it didn't have a bathroom, that was the only thing [Name] regretted.

Once she could feel her arms and feet much better she opened the attic door and carefully went down the stairs.

"What are you doing up there, little one?"

[Name] almost fell down the stairs from the fright, she immediately looked back even though she was on the stairs to...

"First with the child...and now with the hypocrite." [Name] thought, trying not to frown, well, not so much.

"Dick, you scared me!" She did her best to fake that squeaky voice she remembers.

And thank goodness it worked. Except for one small detail.

Dick frowned.

"Dick?"

"Did something happen? Or why that face?" She finally came down from the stairs and with a little force, she pushed the stairs up and in turn closed the attic door with a small 'click'.

"What face?"

"Well, you know, that confused face..." She smiled slightly, but inside her head she was analyzing him, exactly his expression.

Dick genuinely had a face of confusion hidden, he was smiling and using his body to express otherwise.

But his eyes narrowed for a few moments before she asked about his expression.

"Oh! Don't worry little one, It's just that I've never seen that attic, and with good reason."

Dick walked past [Name] and checked the entrance to the attic better, either tensely or intentionally the entrance was very well camouflaged.

[Name] nodded. "I thought you'd be in Bludhaven by now."

"I decided to stay a few days, mostly to rest." [Name] nodded again, keeping that small smile. "And you didn't answer my question."

"What question?"

Dick laughed at her confusion.

"What were you doing up there?"

[Name] opened her mouth slightly and then closed it instantly, What the hell could she say?

"Umm, well, I was looking for some things for my dance classes!"

"Your dance classes?"

"Yep! When I found that place I started using it as a place to store some clothes or supplies that they sometimes ask us for in class." This time the tone was a little shriller, it was a mix between the voice she was faking and the nervousness of being caught.

Dick only looked at her for a few moments before instantly lowering the attic door without breaking his gaze.

"First, it's bad to lie to your brother and second, you're a very bad liar, little one." Dick smiled before carefully climbing the stairs, frowning at the unsteady ladder.

[Name] just sighed in frustration. "Let's see, how the fuck did Dick fucking Grayson know I'd be here?" She didn't say anything, nothing came out of her mouth.

Dick on the other hand was greatly surprised by what was inside, two mattresses one on top of the other, a nightstand, two not so large trunks accompanied by drawers to store clothes.

There were some hand-painted colorful bottles hanging in the higher parts of the attic, surely her creations.

The only lights illuminating the place were the skylight, a row of light bulbs, and the lamp on the nightstand.

It was a room.

Why would his sister sleep here?

Why didn't he know this?

Why...she didn't tell him about this?

"[Name]" He called her but there was no answer.

He turned around and with a leap landed in the hallway of the mansion, leaving the attic.

Only to realize she was gone.

"Shit..." He ran his hand through his hair, messing it up a bit. "Was this always her room?.."

Of course not.

And that was what was causing him an uncomfortable stomach ache.

He glanced at the attic that was still open, his curiosity got the better of him again, he went back in.

But this time he looked more closely at the "room."

The lights were off leaving only the skylight as a light source, it felt quite comfortable actually.

The orange and yellow light of dawn began to stream even further through the skylight, starting to flood some parts of the room with its light.

But the moment the light reached a certain angle of the room, everything lit up with colors, distracting Dick a little.

The lights from the bottles illuminated the rest of the room, which was still dark.

Now the whole room was illuminated without even a single artificial light switch on. Dick stood admiring for several long minutes the little light show his sister had created.

That admiration turned into something else when he noticed that on top of one of the trunks was a medium-sized box.

He walked over slowly, grabbed the box and sat down on the makeshift bed.

A long skirt and a very long fabric was the first thing she saw, but what caught her attention was the only colored fabric that was in that box.

Two fans with gradients of warm colors, yellow, orange and red. Red was what remained the most on both fans.

"This is what Alfred gave you...I don't think it's suitable for a girl of your age-"

Wait.

"How old are you?."

[Name] arrived at the bathroom tired from running, well, now she has to get away from Dick, how ironic.

"Oh. My. GOD." She immediately leaned against the bathroom wall and slowly lowered herself until she ended up sitting.

She brought her hands to her hair, ruffling it quite a bit.

"Will this affect anything? I mean, technically do I travel back in time, or am I reincarnated? IT DOESN'T MATTER." She jumped back up and began pacing back and forth.

"Actions have consequences, allowing Dick into my room will surely change something..." [Name] stopped instantly.

"In fact... he, no, no one, found that place, at no time during my childhood until I left...What did I do?-"

Her breathing gradually began to become more agitated than before.

She felt her palms getting sweatier than before, she felt like she had been punched in the stomach and all the air she had been knocked out of her but she couldn't get it back no matter how hard she tried.

Gradually her legs as well as her hands began to shake, she didn't feel it because she was so lost in her head until she fell to the floor.

Her legs gave out as she trembled and she brought her hands to her chest. She felt dizzy.

Ten minutes passed, she still felt the trembling in her hands but her legs stopped shaking, she was still kneeling on the floor.

The dizziness disappeared but the result was a sharp headache.

"Shit...and I have to go to school." She muttered as she tried to stand up with the help of the sink. "Please, just for today, no more surprises."

"Whoever is behind this, leave me the surprises when I find a way to get back and leave here..."

If there is any way. Safe.

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[dreamsteddie]

Can't Take My Eyes Off You

Written for the @stmarchmm day one prompt “courting rituals” | Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Courting Rituals, Alpha Eddie Munson, Omega Steve Harrington - Also on Ao3

Bat divider -@popmilky | Diamond divider - @inklore

Eddie knows he doesn’t have much going for him in terms of mating material.

Despite presenting as an Alpha early at age twelve, something that should have given him some kind of status in a town like Hawkins, there’s always been something about him that makes people turn their noses up at him, close doors in his face. He’s kind of wishy-washy when it comes to the things he’s not passionate about, he smells like wet pavement and cigarette smoke, and can’t for the life of him seem to graduate high school.

He also can’t grow a beard, can’t remember to separate the darks from the lights, can’t tie his shoes without using the bunny ears method, can’t hop in place and rub his tummy, can’t- 

Well the point is, there are a lot of “can’t”s in his life and never a whole lot of “can”s

The one thing Eddie can do without a shadow of a doubt is pursue delusions of grandeur with a single-minded determination. No matter how hard this shit-hole town and all its designation-obsessed inhabitants have tried to beat him into the dirt over the years, he’s never let go of his dreams. Some day, he’s going to play songs for the entire goddamn planet, making millions of dollars off lyrics inspired by all the games and books that have gotten his head shoved in the Hawkin’s High toilets over the years, and Mayor Kline will have to give him a key to the city while Eddie Munson, town freak, gives him the middle finger.

And, if all the stars align and the Big Guy upstairs he doesn’t believe in does him several solids, he’ll be doing it with Steve Harrington standing by his side.

The guys think he’s crazy—Eddie thinks he’s crazy—but Eddie is determined to give his all into courting Steve Harrington before their shared senior year ends. He’s, by and large, the most eligible Omega in all of Hawkins, even with his recent breakup with Nancy Wheeler under his belt. No amount of ditching the popular crowd, adopting a bunch of children, and becoming best friends with band geek Robin Buckley has been enough to deter the Alphas of Hawkins High, even if some of them won’t admit it.

Eddie takes great pleasure in watching every failed courting offer. Steve has always been picky about who he lets take him out, but he hasn’t taken up a single Alpha’s offer since Nancy and the rejections are getting more brutal by the day. Eddie suspects it’s Robin’s influence and if that is the case he needs to thank her profusely because Eddie goes a little weak in the knees every time he sees Steve literally turn up his perfect nose at an offer.

So, the odds aren’t looking good. Steve is picky and Eddie is famously a poor, nobody freak, not the kind of guy with the resources to properly woo a guy like Steve, but what Eddie does have is a lot of passion and a strong desire to prove himself. 

So Eddie has a capital P Plan.

“Hey Buckley,” Eddie says sliding up to the girl where she’s packing up at the bleachers after practice. She gives him a scrutinizing look and clearly finds him lacking, squinting her eyes at him like he’s a little bug landed on her shoulder. Irritating and suspicious. Which, rude. “I was wondering if a fine lady like yourself would happen to know what one Steve Harrington might be hoping for in a courting” Robin clearly wasn’t expecting him to come right out and ask, her blue eyes going wide.

“What the fuck, Munson!” She crows, clearly embarrassed by his lack of tact.

“What!?” He fires back, not understanding what the big deal is. He wants to court Steve and Robin is the best source of information on how to go about it.

“You can’t just ask that, you doofus,” she hisses, lavender scent going smokey like brush fire.

“Why not? I want to court him, like, publicly. Everyone’s gonna know in a couple weeks anyway. Shouldn’t you be glad you’re the first to know?” He huffs. He knows it’s not exactly the done thing to go around telling people you’re going to court someone. You’re supposed to be delicate. Hint at it and build up little courting gifts and don’t look anyone in the eye. It’s dumb as hell and Eddie wants no part of it. Besides, so far as Eddie has seen, that method hasn’t worked on Steve anyway. Eddie may as well go about this in his own way, which includes getting insider information.

Still clearly not impressed, Robin says “You? You want to court Steve? Resident anti-conformist, jock-hating, Eddie Munson wants to court Steve Harrington. Why?” Her tone is clearly disbelieving, which, again, rude.

“Uh, I mean, have you seen him with those kids? He’s wicked hot with that whole mom thing he’s got going on.” At that, Robin gags. “And, I mean, I know he’s a jock but he’s also an Omega and he pretty much said fuck it to Hawkin’s High when he presented and refused to give up his position as captain. That was super fucking metal,” he says all earnest.

“And I like the way he smells, like a fresh cinnamon roll. And we shared an English class once and he asked me about the doodle of a Beholder I worked on instead of taking notes. And I know I’m not exactly a prime Alpha but I don’t think that really matters. At least not to me. I want to kiss him and make sweet love to him and have babies with him and -” Robin cuts him off with a hand over his mouth.

“Ok, I get it. You like him.” She says that, but she’s still looking at him like she can’t figure him out. “Alright…I don’t know if I like you Eddie but I’ll throw you a bone. Just one, got it? And if you fuck it up, I’m not helping you again.” She says, waiting for him to nod before removing her hand from his mouth.

Eddie takes a deep, overdramatic breath in like he’s just breached water. “Got it.”

Robin takes a deep breath of her own. “Steve’s been propositioned for courting 19 times since he presented and he’s only said yes to one. One-off dates not included.” She hasn’t stopped looking him straight in the eye, making sure he pays attention. “Nancy gave him a set of handwritten notes for history because she noticed he was struggling. All the other Alphas got him fancy jewelry, useless house stuff, and generic valentine's day crap.” With that, she gives him one last, long look before grabbing her trumpet and leaving, the sound of metal clanging under her feet following in her wake.

“Thanks, Buckey!” He calls out, waving his hand wildly at her retreating back. She ignores him.

Well, no matter. He’s got a courting to plan.

The thing about courting when you have $3.45 to your name after rent and gas is that you have to get creative. Which isn’t a problem, Eddie breathes creativity. If he wasn't already “The Freak” he’s sure he would be Eddie “The Creative” Munson. Really, it has a nice ring to it.

The problem comes with making something with $3.45 that is also a worthy courting gift for Steve Harrington. Which, given Robin’s tip, might not be as big a concern as he would have thought. But even if Steve would be happy with a heartfelt love letter and those peanut butter brownies Eddie knows he likes, there’s a part of him that wants to blow every other Alpha and Beta that came before him completely out of the water. Maybe especially Nancy Wheeler.

Sue him, he wants to be the best.

Which leaves him with the option of a gesture. Eddie loves a gesture, but this one is going to require some help. Luckily, Eddie knows where every gang of geeks in Hawkin’s makes their dens, even if they’re not his gang of geeks. It comes with being Head Freak. It’s his responsibility, really.

Which is how he finds himself in the Hawkins Middle AV club room being stared down by a bunch of beady-eyed thirteen year olds on the verge of presenting. Jesus, these kids are intense.

“So yeah, that’s what I’m planning,” he finishes explaining. Would it kill them to look a little impressed? He’s pretty proud of it himself. Instead of sharing looks of awe, the six of them share looks of judgement between them, obviously having a silent conversation between them like some kind of hive mind. Eddie will never admit it makes him sweat a little bit.

“You want to ask to court Steve. Steve Harrington?” the tall, skinny one asks like he can’t believe it. Eddie doesn’t know if the disgust is for him or for the Omega. Either way, ouch.

“Yes,” he replies, sweating a little more. They all share more looks, the redhead in particular is looking at him like he’s gum stuck on the bottom of her shoes. 

“Why?” The curly one asks, firm and more seriously than any kid that dorky looking should have any right to speak. Seriously, he looks like a poodle in a Star Wars shirt and a trucker hat. But, Eddie knows enough about Steve to know that these are his kids, his pups, and despite how much it chafes him to have people continually asking why he wants to court Steve, like it isn’t obvious, he knows these pups are just looking out for their pack Omega.

With a deep sigh, Eddie explains for the second time in less than a week, everything he loves about Steve Harrington. At the end of his speech, the pups stare at him for a long moment before simultaneously turning their back on him to form an honest to God huddle. Seriously, the hive mind thing is looking more and more likely. Maybe he should use this for a campaign. Very Children of the Corn.

While Eddie is lost in his musing, they seem to come to some kind of conclusion, breaking up and returning to one solid, unbreakable line. It’s the other girl, hair short and at that awkward growing out length that Eddie knows all too well that steps forward. All these kids are intense, but there’s something especially severe about her, something Eddie only half recognizes.

“We will help you,” she says, quiet and solemn. 

This is going to fucking fantastic, Eddie thinks, wild grin splitting across his face.

It’s embarrassingly easy to sneak a band of six middle schoolers and one elementary schooler into the school after hours. The kids met him outside the building just at exactly 4:00 PM the Friday after their meeting in the AV room just as they planned. The addition of the feisty ten year old was unexpected, but she proved herself invaluable in charming the one teacher that stopped them on their way to the radio room, spinning some tale about being so excited for higher learning that they wanted to explore the high school. Eddie thinks Erica Sinclair should run the world.

The kids are a well oiled, if slightly annoying, machine. As soon as Eddie pops the door open they’re getting to work figuring out how the PA system works and how long the range is. Dustin and Lucas insist that they move the entire unit closer to the field, and Max and Will are quick to source a cart for the whole thing. In record time they’re all piling into the coaches office, the one with a clear view of the basketball court where the team is running their Friday drills. Honestly, it feels a little like they’re highjacking Eddie’s plan, but the smiles on their face and their puppy sweet excitement softens the blow a little.

“You ready?” The curly haired one, Dustin, asks while offering him the mic.

“I was born for this, Dusty,” he says, snatching the mic out of his hand and taking his place outside the main gym doors.

Despite what he said, Eddie is nervous. He shakes his hands and bounces in place, trying to shake it off. Before he’s ready, he hears the slightly crackly jazzy intro pouring through the speakers. He counts his beats, waiting for his que. He spent hours planning this, recording the background music with the band, turning the lyrics over and over in his head, even practicing his grand entrance. He’s as ready as he can be.

God, he hopes this works.

And there’s his que, that little pause in the music just enough time for him to push open the doors to the main gym with all his strength, relishing in the dramatic banging sound.

All eyes are on him. Steve’s eyes are on him.

You're just too good to be true,

Can't take my eyes off of you,

He sings as he walks. All the activity in the gym has come to a halt, everyone too confused and curious to stop it. He’s looking right at Steve, who turns his head like he’s expecting to see someone else behind him. He’s so cute, Eddie wants to eat him alive.

At long last love has arrived,

And I thank God I'm alive,

You're just too good to be true

Eddie knows he doesn’t have a lot of time, any moment now principle Higgins and his one security lackey are going to bust through the doors to find out who stole the announcement equipment. This is the moment, the one that needs to count. Eddie saunters right up to Steve like his heart isn’t trying to beat out of his chest and kneels down like a knight to their king. He takes his hand, and Steve lets him as he sings the next line looking right up into those beautiful hazel eyes.

Can't take my eyes off of you.

He turns the hand in his own over to expose the Omega’s wrist just as the music pauses and presses a soft, lingering kiss to the gland there. A courting kiss.

Almost like he planned it, the doors burst open a second time revealing the fuming face of Principle Higgins and his goon. He turns a manic grin Steve’s way just as the music picks back up, cutting straight to the chorus. He presses one last kiss to Steve’s wrist and takes in the way his pretty, pink lips are parted in disbelief, eyes wide and then he’s running.

I love you baby,

And if it's quite alright,

I need you baby,

To warm the lonely nights

Let it never be said that Eddie Munson, for all the ways he fails to be the ideal Alpha, doesn’t have a hell of a lot of stamina. He’s been a proud runner all his life, and he’s using it to his advantage today to put on a show. He’s singing and he’s running as Higgins and Officer Jerry chase his tail like they have any hope of catching him when he doesn’t want to be caught, when he can see the most beautiful boy in the world laughing at him in disbelief as he ducks and dodges around the court.

But even Eddie has his limits and, like he said, he planned this to a T. He can feel himself running out of breath but he refuses to call it before the climax. He’s stomping his way up the bleachers, making a show of going between the rows dancing like he’s in an old hollywood musical. Higgin’s is closing in, but there’s now way he’s getting caught. Not today. He puts in a burst of speed, leaving them in the dust and putting himself right at the top of the wooden stands, singing directly to Steve who is absolutely glowing on the court.

And let me love you,

Baby let me love you…

The music gives one last swell, the Corroded Coffin of two days ago pouring their heart out for the Eddie of today. The music comes to an abrupt halt, the gym very quickly filling with laughter and applause. The kids are screaming their heads off in the office, loud enough to draw Steve’s attention to where they can be seen through the large window. The joy and disbelief on Steve’s face makes all of this worth it, no matter what happens next.

Eddie wishes he could relish in it longer, but the goon squad is gaining ground fast and he has one last message to give before he hauls ass into the next phase of his plan. He starts inching his way toward the exit, not taking his eyes off Steve as he goes. He needs him to hear this.

“Steve Harrington, it would be the honor of my life to court you with the intention of mating. Meet me at the lake at seven if you’ll hear me out.” And with that, he’s gone. He wishes he could stay to see his reaction, but he’s out of time.

He pushes through the emergency exit to the sound of hollering and clapping, all he can do now is commence with phase two.

Phase two mainly consists of picking everything up from the trailer, changing into his nice clothes, and heading toward Lover’s Lake to set everything up.

Eddie thinks this is the most nerve wracking part of the whole plan. In many ways, the whole big performance was the easy part. Eddie loves to perform, eats up the attention like a cat laps up milk. This, the full bearing of his heart to the Omega he wants to spend his life with, is far scarier than anything else. Here in the back of his van, the paper hearts and pillar candles, hand-picked daisies and hand-made peanut butter brownies, leave him completely exposed.

He wonders if Steve will show up.

He wishes he didn’t set up so god damn early. The waiting is excruciating.

The Alpha paces around, adjusts the blankets on the bottom of the van and then decides they were better before, and checks his watch every half minute like it will make time move faster. He sits and watches the hands turn from 6:59 to 7:00. Maybe Steve won’t come. Maybe this was all for nothing and he’ll have to go back to school on Monday and pretend like he isn’t heartbroken.

His watch continues to tick. 7:03, 7:07, 7:10. He’s getting ready to pick it all back up when he hears the muffled sound of tires on soft dirt. Suddenly, his heart is in his throat as he watches the distinct headlights of his favorite Beamer turn into the clearing.

Eddie scrambles to his feet, he has a plan to carry out.

He watches, heart in his throat as Steve parks. Watches as the door opens and Steve emerges, a sweet, sheepish smile on his face.

“Sorry I’m late.” Steve looks like a dream. He clearly went home and had a shower and a change of clothes. He’s wearing light wash jeans that hug his thighs and a soft looking, deep red sweater, the collar of a white dress shirt peeking out from underneath. He’s dressed up for Eddie.

There’s a long pause where Eddie forgets how to speak and Steve just stands there, clearly waiting for Eddie to make a move. Eddie comes back to himself all at one, shaking his head hard like a dog, making Steve let out a startled laugh. “What the hell?” He asks, not mean, but bemused. 

“My deepest apologies my liege, I was simply stunned by your beauty,” he says with a half bow, extending his arm for Steve to take. “It is my pleasure to welcome you to Cafe Munson, the finest pop up restaurant this side of Indiana.” It’s goofy and a little ridiculous but Steve takes the offered arm with a little smile, sending a pleasant jolt through his body. 

Eddie leads Steve toward the open back of the van, watching him intently as he takes it in. He gets to see as the Omega’s eyes go wide, mouth parting in a little gasp. When he turns to look at Eddie, he’s already looking back. “You did this for me?” He asks, wonder coloring his voice. All of a sudden Eddie feels a little shy, a little sheepish.

“I know it’s not much, I’m not exactly liquid at the moment, but I wanted to do something nice for you,” he says, unoccupied arm reaching up to tug a piece of hair over his mouth. Steve looks at him for a long moment before turning back to the van. There are blankets everywhere, pretty much every one from the house plus a couple he nicked from Gareth’s house after practice. The emergency pillar lights from the pantry give the space a soft glow, paper hearts hang from string from the metal roof, and a repurposed laundry basket full of tupperwares and miller lites sits in the center.

“It’s perfect” Steve says, and Eddie can’t help but believe him. Not when his scent is blooming, cinnamon roll sweet, right under Eddie’s nose.

Eddie leads him to the van, gives him his hand to help him into the back. He takes a moment to take it all in, Steve Harrington settling into a date with Eddie Munson. It’s his biggest dream come true. 

He climbs in after the other boy and starts pulling out tupperwares. Steve has settled in to lean on the wall of pillows Eddie constructed for just this reason, pulling a blanket over the both of them when Eddie settles in next to him. Steve laughs with every overly dramatic introduction he makes for the food, and Eddie doesn’t think he’s ever been this warm. Neither of them brings up why they’re here, the underlying meaning behind it all. They dance around it, laughing about the kids, Steve’s sports and Eddie’s games, the look on Principle Higgin’s face when he burst into the gym earlier that day. The whole place smells like cinnamon and smoke, Eddie doesn’t think there’s a better smell in the whole world.

They don’t say a thing about courting or mating or scents until they polish off their cold pasta, courtesy of Wayne, and Eddie pulls out the last tupperware from the bottom of the laundry basket. “And for dessert, may I have a drumroll please….” Steve rolls his eyes but smiles as he complies, drumming a little beat with fingers on the side of the van. Eddie pulls out the container with a flourish, “The finest peanut butter brownies $3.15 worth of ingredients from Melvald’s can get you.” He expects laughter, maybe some light teasing as Steve has been shown to enjoy throughout the night, but all he gets is silence. 

He worries, for a moment, that he got it wrong. Maybe Steve doesn’t like peanut butter brownies. Jesus H Christ, maybe he’s allergic to peanuts and Eddie has just massively fucked this up. He’s getting ready to spiral and try to fix it when Steve speaks, voice soft in a way Eddie can’t place.

“Those are my favorites,” he says. When Eddie is brave enough to look at his face again, he’s met with wet, adoring eyes. Eddie doesn't know if anyone has ever looked at him like that before. Like he was something magical. Something special just for them.

Eddie clears his throat when Steve doesn’t say anything else. Just keeps staring at him like he’s waiting for something big. “Yeah, yeah I know,” he says, bracing himself for what comes next. “I uh, I saw you buy some at the club fair last year. You bought three of them and then came back for one more before they closed the booth.” It shouldn’t be such a big admission, but it feels like he’s just handed Steve his heart on a silver platter.

“Eddie?” Steve asks, turning toward him fully.

“Yeah?” Eddie asks, sitting up so they’re eye to eye.

“What you said, on the basketball court, will you ask me again?” He’s looking at him with so much hope in his eyes, Eddie almost feels like he could choke on it. Instead, he focuses in on the perfect scent of the man next to him, breathes steadily in and out.

“It would be the honor of my life to court you with the intention of mating, Steve Harrington.” As he says it, he reaches into his pocket for his last offering, his hail mary pass, his death saving throw. It’s a silly thing, cost his last 30 cents at the stationary store, but he was listening to Robin on those bleachers that day. Knows that the gesture and the picnic are all well and good, but what Steve has been missing with all those other Alphas is someone who notices the small details and holds them close. Someone who cares about his C+ in History, someone who knows his favorite brownies are swirled with peanut butter.

Someone who notices that he lost his eraser last week and has been meaning to pick up a new one.

Eddie holds out his heart one last time, it’s shaped like a 30 cent eraser. White and covered with a paper band. The best one on the market.

Steve stares at the little eraser like it contains the answers to the universe, and then he’s plucking it, oh so gently, out of his hands and cradling it in his own. Eddie waits, the ball is completely in Steve’s court now, Eddie has played all his cards.

Suddenly, Steve scent starts to bloom, even more than it did when he first saw the van. The smell of sugar, cinnamon, and yeast so strong it makes Eddie feel light headed. Eddie gets a glimpse of the most beautiful smile in the world just before Steve is throwing his arm around his neck, nudging his way into his lap to notch his head right at Eddie’s scent gland. Eddie’s arms instinctually wrap around his back, keeping him close.

“Yes,” Steve says, the sound of it muffled by the soft skin of Eddie’s neck. Eddie squeezes him tight, knows he needs to ask, just to make sure but worried he’s hallucinating. Scared to believe he’s getting everything he’s ever wanted.

“Yes?” He asks, lips trembling where they’ve found their own place at Steve’s neck, wanting to be as close as possible, just in case.

“Yes.” And Steve is pulling back, which Eddie hates, and cupping his face in is hands. “It would be the honor of my life to accept your courting offer, Eddie Munson,” he says, sure and steady and full to the brim of hope.

“Holy shit.” Eddie can’t believe this is happening. Despite all the planing and the performing and the putting his heart on the line he never actually let himself think that this would happen. Never let himself think about how it would end.

Without much though Eddie barrels forward to bury his head back into the Omega’s neck, his Omega’s neck, peppering him with fervent little kisses until Steve is giggling so hard he tips them over into the pile of pillows behind him. Eddie is full to the brim with joy, happier than he’s ever been and all of a sudden he needs to move. Needs to let the whole world know what he’s got in the palm of his hands.

He jolts up with one last kiss to Steve’s cheek, managing a quick “be right back!” before he launching himself out of the van. He hears Steve calling out in confusion, but it quickly turns into more joyous laughter as Eddie steps out of the van and starts jumping in place, punching the air and whooping into the night sky.

“Fuck you Hawkins! I’m courting Steve Harrington! I’m on top of the God Damn world!” He gets in one last double bird in the general direction of Main Street before Steve is calling him back in.

“Ok, you’ve had your moment. Now get your ass back in here and kiss me for real, you dumb Alpha,” he says, laughter still caught in his throat. And really? Who is Eddie do deny a request like that?

So excited for MMM, guys! I won't be doing every day, but I will be doing at lest a couple of full one shots and some of my normal ramblings. (Also, this is the longest thing I've ever written that wasn't an academic paper and I am low key very proud of myself)

[joudeq]

kento x reader

~ cornball

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modern au : nerd!nanami x reader

tags : fluff / AWFUL jokes / hes a silly nerd / TW: exams / modern au / jjk / kento x reader (not gender specific) / oneshot

a/n : just a short nanami drabble bc i love him hes such a stupid loser

context : hes your nerdy roommate and you're both studying for upcoming finals, you find yourself overwhelmed with the workload and he tries cheering you up

ALSO 8 followers i love u guys

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The low hum of your desk lamp filled the otherwise quiet room. The exam was just a couple of days away, and the tension was eating away at you. You had been studying for hours, your brain already tired of trying to memorize everything. Each sentence on the page started to blur together, and you found yourself thinking more about how much you wanted a break than the material in front of you.

Nanami, on the other hand, was the picture of composure. He sat across the room, as usual, his posture straight and his focus unwavering. You could hear the sound of his pen scratching across the paper, making meticulous notes in the margins of his textbook.

You tried to focus on your own work, but it was useless. Your mind kept wandering. Finally, you couldn't take it any longer. You let out an exasperated sigh, slumping down in your chair.

"I'm going to fail," you mumbled, rubbing your eyes in frustration. "I can't do this. There's s no way."

He glanced up from his work, his usual calm and composed expression softened by a hint of concern. "You're fine," he said gently. "You've been studying for weeks. You'll be ready."

You groaned again, feeling the weight of your anxiety pressing down on you. "It just doesn't feel like enough. I can't focus. My brain is mush after digesting that much chemistry at once!"

He set his textbook aside and stood up slowly, walking toward you. He was always so composed, like the world was always under control. But tonight, something about the way he looked at you made him seem a little unsure, even bashful.

"I think you need a break," Nanami said, his voice unusually soft. "Maybe... maybe I could tell you a joke? That might help, right?"

You raised an eyebrow, unsure if he was serious. Nanami? Kento Nanami? Telling a joke? You could never imagine him doing such a thing. His usual serious, no-nonsense demeanor didn't exactly scream 'comedian.'

"You?" you asked, almost teasing. "You want to tell me a joke?"

He shifted awkwardly, his face turning a faint pink, and you could tell that this was definitely not his comfort zone. "Well, I thought It might make you feel better?"

You sat up straighter in your chair, genuinely curious now. You didn't expect your roommate to go for something like this. "Alright, I'm all ears," you said with a genuine smile, even though it was a little teasing.

Nanami cleared his throat, straightening up and pushing up his glasses as though he were about to deliver some profound piece of wisdom. There was a nervous energy about him, and you could see the awkwardness in the way he held his hands at his sides. "Okay, here goes. It's a simple one, don't get your hopes up." he muttered.

You waited expectantly, trying to hold back a smile.

"Why don't skeletons fight each other?" he asked, the serious tone in his voice making it sound like this was a big deal.

You blinked at him, confused but intrigued. "Uh,why?"

And without missing a beat, Nanami hesitated for just a moment, then nervously blurted out:

"Because they don't have the guts."

....

A long silence followed. Nanami's gaze flickered to the floor, looking extremely uncomfortable as he waited for a response. You froze for a moment, processing the full weight of the corny joke. You stared at him, and he was just standing there, his cheeks lightly flushed, clearly waiting for you to either laugh or tell him how terrible it was.

You couldn't t help it. The awkwardness of it all was too much. You burst out laughing, clutching your stomach as you practically collapsed onto the desk.

"Oh my god, Nanami," you gasped between giggles. "That was...That was so bad!"

Nanami's face turned a deep red, and he immediately looked away, a little embarrassed. "I thought it might help - you know, make you smile," he stammered, scratching the back of his neck. "It was a good joke, right? I mean - it's classic humor," he looked at you then, his eyes sparkling as if he was seeking your approval, a small smile curling the corners of his lips as he watched you laugh.

You wiped away a tear from the corner of your eye, still chuckling. "It was so bad that it was hilarious. I'm literally dying here."

Nanami shuffled awkwardly, clearly unsure how to respond. He had always been so calm, so serious, but seeing him this flustered made him even more endearing. He cleared his throat again, still trying to regain his usual cool. "It was just a joke," he muttered, his hands still slightly trembling. "I thought I'd lighten the mood."

You straightened up, finally able to control your laughter, and gave him a softer smile. "You definitely lightened the mood. In a very unique way."

He rubbed the back of his neck, still flushed but also looking a bit relieved that you weren't somehow upset. "I shall try harder next time. Maybe I'll work on my material."

You smiled at him, feeling your nerves ease a little. "Nah, you're good. You've definitely earned a break for the night. But next time, maybe leave the dad jokes for another day, okay?"

He raised an eyebrow at you, a little embarrassed but also clearly pleased to have made you laugh, even if in the most awkward way possible. "I'll take your criticism as a compliment."

You nodded, feeling a warmth spread through you, It was the way he had stepped out of his comfort zone just to make you feel better, to bring some levity into your stressful night.

Suddenly, the tension in your shoulders seemed to ease, and you realized that for the first time tonight, you were genuinely at ease. Nanami had managed to make you forget about the looming exam, if only for a moment. And in that moment, everything else felt a little less important.

You paused for a moment, looking at him with a soft smile. The warmth in his expression was enough to make your heart flutter, and without thinking, you stepped forward and gently kissed his cheek, your lips lingering for just a second.

Nanami froze for a moment, his face going beet red. "W-What was that for?" he stammered, clearly caught off guard.

You smiled at him, feeling a rush of affection as you took a step back. "For making me laugh," you said softly, your eyes lingering on his flustered face. "You're a good guy, Nanami."

He blinked, still processing the kiss, and you could see the tips of his ears turning red. "Oh, um.. thank you," he mumbled, his usual stoic nature failing him for a moment.

The awkward tension in the air was gone, replaced with the comfortable silence between you two. You both knew that the exam was still there, looming over your heads, but for a little while, it didn't matter.

Well, not until you opened the exam paper in front of you the next day.

Sheesh, you seriously should've studied for this.

[melanchoire]

throwing this your way~ karina x reader x chaewon, lots of titty loving and maybe scissoring? i LOVED your karina fics sm!!

my dear leaders chaerina/kariwon (LMAO i don’t know what to call their duo 😭) taking the opportunity to say that i also accept requests for threesomes with members of different groups 💕 i added it to my pinned post when i started writing this drabble

cw: degradation, fingering, hair pulling, humiliation, titsucking.

classmates karina and chaewon who can’t stand you because you’re like this annoying classmate who spends her time yelling during class, having conflicts with other classmates and being a bitch but none of your classmates share the same contempt that these two have and they can't understand why??

chaewon is the one who can least tolerate your attitude between her and karina. she is the one who stands up for herself during arguments, having no problem raising her voice and defending herself 😤 although sometimes karina has to intervene because you two are a short distance away and chaewon’s proximity to your body screams that she will at any moment pounce on you and beat the shit out of you… you always had the audacity to make fun of chaewon to her face when she was yelling in your face, laughing at her and asking how someone as small and weak as her could beat you up if she could barely give you dirty looks during class

but karina also starts to hate you when you’re a bitch to her for no reason. she is much more relaxed during an argument, biting her tongue and using vocabulary appropriate for the school setting! but it was enough for you to mention during an argument the time her ex boyfriend cheated on her for her to only think about wiping the smile off your face with a caress of her fist 🥰

then one day it finally happens! you’re on break having an argument with chaewon, and the moment she gets closer to you because you tried to leave, as she put her hand on your shoulder to get your attention, you turned around and gave her a sudden sharp push, causing her to fall to the ground... and that was it! she lunges at you, starting a fight where karina is the only one who intervenes to separate you two because all the students and your friends included were watching the fight unfold before their eyes 😒

ending up in detention with the two of them 😣 only here you do feel intimidated, because unlike other times, you were alone with the two of them. you always had the confidence to be a bitch with them because you had your friends around to encourage you and defend you in case things wanted to get out of hand, but today you were alone with your broken pride

you don’t quite remember when you ended up leaning over the table, your skirt lifted to expose your ass and dripping pussy to the gaze of both women, panties pulled down to your ankles and hands tied behind your back with your own tie, being used and humiliated by both girls

“do you still feel like being an attention whore, (y/n)?” chaewon says as she massages both of your asscheeks with her hands, only to take her hands away from you for a moment and spank your cheeks with both palms, leaving the mark of her entire hand on your sensitive skin 😣

you moan at chaewon’s rough treatment, letting your head fall forward, only for karina to lift your chin using her hand. “uh–uh, honey. this is no time for you to be a bad girl. can’t you behave for just a second?”

chaewon’s teasing and harsh treatment hurt and was humiliating, but karina’s gentle teasing and soft treatment were like a caress to the blows and harsh words chaewon gave you

karina making you suck her tits while chaewon fingers you from behind, one of chaewon’s hands having a strong grip on your hair to hold your head back and prevent you from trying to get away from karina’s chest 🫠

“you fucking slut. enjoying playing with my friend’s tits while i destroy this pussy, aren’t you (y/n)? you like being put in your place after acting like a bitch all day?”

“chaewon, you’re pulling her hair too hard, you’re hurting her.”

“i don’t care, karina.”

chaewon fingering you so hard that you can only whimper against karina’s skin 😔 she was being so rough, continuing to fuck you even after you squirted three times on her fingers, soaking all over her forearm and your own thighs 😵‍💫

and they take you to their dorm after that, telling you that they will make you pay for each of the times you were a bad classmate and exhausted both of their patience 💕

[cockettechris]

"I love this." You murmur while grinning, you did love this. A bit too much probably. Having your hot ass boss tied to his office chair by his belt and blindfolded by a black bandanna he had lying around in one of his desk drawers. Not to mention his thick cock standing up, laying against his covered chest.

"Mama please, wan' see you." He said in a whiny voice. He looked so pretty like this, pre-cum spilling from his tip and running down the side of his thick cock, his plump rosy lips parted, his hips lifting off the chair as he humped the air, desperate to get some friction to his aching member.

You chuckled at him as you took out your phone to snap a quick picture. "Not a chance baby, mommy's gonna have fun with you yeah?" You said as you threw your phone on the office couch. You went over to him and wrapped your fingers around his aching cock, your lips kissing his jaw.

You jerked him off at a teasingly slow pace, making sure you could feel every vein. Saying your panties were soaked is an understatement. But that could wait. "Cmon matty mama wants to hear you." He let out a few soft moans here and there, but it's clear he was faking it. Your hand wasn't doing the job.

"What's the matter?" You asked as you removed your hand. "Just wanna feel you mommy please. Wanna feel you taking me." "Yeah?" You said as you took your own clothing off, putting your panties in his drawer for him to find at work tomorrow. You wanted to take his shirt off so badly, but you also wanted to keep him tied up.

The moment you sank onto him he was a mess. Moans and whimpers left his mouth. You loved it, of course you did but there was also something about the way he took your fingers in his mouth with zero hesitation that made you turned on more than anything.

Matt gladly took your fingers in his mouth as his hips rutted up to meet yours. "Fuck—such a good slut f'me huh? Letting me ride you like this while—you can't see me or touch me. Bet it's fucking killing ya." He whined at your words, of course it was killing him not being able to see your perfect body taking his cock so well.

"Shit—baby 'm almost there. Gonna be a good boy and cum for mommy?" He nodded eagerly and a smirk played on your lips. "Yeah atta boy, can see how deep you are—holy fuck." You looked down at the noticeable bulge in your stomach that he was giving you.

"Matt I'm gonna cum, cum in me yeah?" That was all you, and Matt needed before you both finished together. You kept riding him through both of your orgasms as a white ring formed at the base of his cock. You took your fingers out of his mouth. "Take this fucking bandana off and get the belt off of my wrists, wanna bend you over my desk again." He said, and you gladly started taking off the bandana.

A/N: star divider is by @mattscoquette I believe. I need to actually start writing the plot for this au LMAO.

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[writeriguess]

Hiiii I requested Katsukis sister x Dabi fic from you two days ago. I'm sorryyyyy if it's not proper to ask for another one before that's out but I can't help but come up with ideas!!! So. Reader is still Katsukis quirkless sister right, and they have a secret relationship with Dabi? Ok so. There's a battle and for some reason, reader has gotten herself in the middle of it. Katsuki sees her first just when she's about to get crushed by a flying piece of rubble and calls out to her in panic, which makes Dabi whip around and since he's faster than Kats, he saves her even when he knows it risks their secret. Kats is obviously baffled why did Dabi save his sister. Ok ok I'm trying not to dream too much but I just live for this dynamic omg.

author's note: I just had to make a confession scene XD <3 Also seems like my gif library works again!

Collateral Damage

The battlefield is chaos. Smoke and fire engulf the crumbling street as heroes and villains clash, explosions rattling the ground beneath you. You don’t even know how you ended up here—one moment, you were trying to get away from the fight, and the next, a collapsing building had forced you into the open, too close to the action, too vulnerable.

You don’t belong here. You never have.

And then you hear it.

A sharp, panicked voice tearing through the battlefield, cutting through the roars of fire and screams of combat.

"SHIT—MOVE!"

You turn just in time to see a massive chunk of rubble hurtling toward you, too fast, too sudden—

You don’t even have time to scream before a blur of blue flames and heat rushes past you. Strong arms wrap around you, yanking you against a too-warm chest, and then suddenly, you’re flying—whipped through the air so fast that your stomach drops. The next thing you know, you’re on the ground again, but not crushed, not dead.

You blink up, dazed. Dabi.

He's crouched over you, one knee planted in the dirt, hands gripping your arms tightly before they slide up in a fleeting touch—checking, making sure you're not hurt. His lips part slightly, breath coming quick, blue eyes flickering with something—concern.

And then he lets go. Stands up. Turns away.

Like nothing happened.

Like he didn’t just risk everything for you.

But Katsuki saw.

You hear him before you see him, the roar of his explosions, the way his feet slam into the ground as he lands hard, just a few feet away. He looks wild, eyes wide, chest heaving. His gaze flickers from you to Dabi, and you know your brother well enough to see the exact moment he puts the pieces together.

"The FUCK—"

Dabi doesn’t give him a chance to say more. The second Katsuki moves, he’s back in the fight, launching a wall of blue flames at your brother, forcing him to dodge.

But Katsuki is pissed now. More than before.

"Why the hell did you save her?!" he yells, dodging the flames, then twisting in midair to send an explosion right at Dabi. "What the fuck are you playing at, huh?!"

Dabi laughs. That same infuriating, taunting laugh that makes even you want to smack him sometimes. He sidesteps the blast, rolling his shoulders like this is just another day for him.

"Aw, what, can’t a guy just do a good deed?" he mocks.

"Bullshit!" Katsuki snaps. "You don’t give a damn about civilians—so why her?!"

Dabi doesn’t answer. Not directly. Instead, he smirks, cocky, knowing. "Maybe I just wanted to piss you off, huh? Looks like it worked."

Katsuki lunges, his palm sparking, and Dabi meets him head-on, fire against explosions, force against force. You scramble backward, heart pounding, knowing that if you stay too close, one wrong move could get you caught in the crossfire.

But you can’t leave.

Because you know what this is.

Katsuki saw.

He saw the way Dabi looked at you, the way he checked for injuries. He’s not stupid, and now he’s furious, more than he’s ever been before.

"You—" Katsuki growls between attacks, voice raw with disbelief. "You’re fucking Dabi?"

Dabi laughs again, this time sharper, smug. "Well, that’s one way to put it."

Katsuki’s entire body locks up, face twisting in pure rage before he slams forward with an explosion so big it makes the air shudder. Dabi barely dodges in time, rolling out of the way with a low whistle.

"Damn, didn't know you had that in you, little bro."

"DON’T FUCKING CALL ME THAT!" Katsuki roars. His next explosion is bigger, faster, almost catching Dabi in the side.

You force yourself to move, stepping closer before this gets worse. "Katsuki, stop—!"

"Stay the hell out of this!" he barks at you. "You—" He turns back to Dabi, snarling, "What the fuck is wrong with you?! You’re a goddamn villain! And her—she doesn’t even have a fucking quirk!"

Dabi tilts his head, eyes flicking back to you. "Yeah. I noticed."

"You could’ve killed her," Katsuki spits. "You will kill her."

Dabi’s smirk falters, just for a second. It’s brief—so quick you almost miss it.

But Katsuki doesn’t.

"Oh, what? You actually give a shit?" His voice is mocking, but there’s an edge to it now. A challenge.

Dabi shrugs, the cocky mask slipping back into place. "Maybe I do."

Katsuki’s hands clench into fists.

And then he moves.

Faster than before, hitting harder, more reckless, explosions lighting up the battlefield. Dabi is grinning, but you know him well enough to see the tension in his movements—he’s taking this more seriously now.

"You think you’re good enough for her?" Katsuki spits as they fight. "You? A murderer? A piece of shit villain?"

Dabi smirks. "Well, she seems to think so."

Katsuki loses it. His explosion sends Dabi skidding back, boots digging into the cracked pavement. He barely catches himself before Katsuki is on him again, and this time, Dabi doesn’t have a witty comeback, forced on the defensive.

You don’t think. You move.

Throwing yourself between them, arms outstretched. "Stop!"

Katsuki halts, barely, his explosion cutting off just before he can hurt you. Dabi, though, doesn’t stop fast enough. His hand almost catches you, flames flaring dangerously close—

And then he does stop. Completely. Too completely. His fire vanishes, his entire body stiffening as he realizes how close he came to burning you.

It’s Katsuki who notices first. "The fuck—"

Dabi swears under his breath and steps back, jaw clenched. "Move," he tells you, but his voice isn’t sharp. It’s careful. Controlled.

You shake your head. "I’m not letting you kill each other."

Katsuki glares, furious. "He—"

"I know who he is," you snap back, turning to look at him fully. "I know. But I’m not leaving him."

Your brother stares at you, eyes burning. Betrayal and fury and disbelief all twisted together. "Why?"

And you hesitate.

Because how do you explain it? How do you tell him that Dabi isn’t just some villain to you? That the man with the cocky smirk and taunting words has held you in the dark, has whispered things you never thought you’d hear, has been there in a way no one else has?

You don’t.

Because Katsuki wouldn’t understand.

So you just say, "Because I love him."

The words hit the battlefield like a gunshot.

Katsuki’s face twists. "You—" His voice cracks.

Dabi clicks his tongue. "Whoops. There goes the family reunion."

You shoot him a look. "You’re not helping."

He grins. "Wasn’t trying to."

Katsuki looks like he’s about to combust. His hands shake, explosions flickering to life before dying out again, as if he can’t decide whether to punch Dabi or just scream.

“Besides, he started it,” Dabi says after a moment of silence.

“I’M GONNA FUCKING KILL YOU,” Katsuki yells.

Dabi snickers. “See?”

You groan, dragging a hand down your face. “Oh my god, I hate you both.”

“Aw, c’mon, doll,” Dabi hums, cocking his head. “You didn’t seem to hate me last night—”

Katsuki lunges.

You think you might actually die of embarrassment.

[tricksh0t]

★ goody two-shoes

☾ gregory house x cop male reader

𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘴𝘩0𝘵 ⛥ just a quick thirst, don't start freaking out, also sorry if he turns out ooc cuz i've literally only watched tiktok clips from the show

𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘴 ⛥ 1.26k words

cw: suggestive thirst, but no nsfw, trying to corrupt a cop

You've seen everything in your time as a traffic officer. Specifically everything about traffic, of course.

Men, that could possibly be great-grandparents, taking a little too long to move after the red light while driving the family hatchback, doing their grandkids a favor by driving his great-grandkids home.

Old men speeding because their reflexes are just not the same or they can't tell how fast they're going or their vision fails them and they read the speed limit sign wrong.

Men in their mid-life crisis driving the restored version of the old car they yearned to have in their childhood, speeding because they want to feel that rush thet felt lacking in their life.

Younger men speeding in their beatdown cars because they slept in one day and ended up being late for work, fearful of a paycut.

Young men speeding in their flashy sports cars because they're rich and apathetic, because they think the world revolves around their money.

You thought, however, that this shift would be boring. Hoped for it, even. It was a late night. You were just looking to kick your feet up on the dashboard, park under a shadow and fuck around on your phone.

You were wrong, though. Of course you were.

You've seen a lot of things, but not this. A graying man speeding late at night like he has somewhere to be that isn't home. No, no, who are you to judge?

...is that a cane on the side of his bike?

House sighs as sirens follow him. He should've known that dark shadow was a perfect spot for a cop.

He pulls over, like the good citizen he is. He gets off his bike, like the good citizen he is.

"Officer." He greets cordially, placing his helmet on his bike with a sigh. "Let's get this over with, shall we?"

You raise a brow. You can already tell this old man is going to have an attitude. "This will take as long as it needs."

The man has the audacity to roll his eyes and cross his arms. "Look, I've got a busy night ahead."

"Tell me about it." He opens his mouth, but you stop him. There's some satisfaction in making him look like a gaping fish. "While you look for your license and registration and proof of insurance."

He gives you more attitude when he looks to the sky as if muttering a quick prayer before digging into his decidedly tight pants and fishing his license out of his wallet.

You inspect it, but he stays still as you do so. "Look for your papers, sir."

Not expired, good...address isn't too far from here to justify speeding...he certainly looks like his picture. His name is Gregory House.

"I don't have them."

"You don't have them?" You narrow your eyes at him, crossing your arms. "You–"

"This jacket is small enough as it is, and before you ask, it is stylish and protective. Scraped skin is more painful than it is harmful." He locks eyes with you. A man several years your senior, staring you down to try to make you back down. With what, attitude?

Luckily, you have the better hand. You're taller, you're bigger–no, nevermind all that, you're a cop. "You–"

"Exactly why did you pull me over again?" House tilts his head.

"Speeding." You say between gritted teeth. "Twenty over the speed limit."

"Oh, I'm sorry." He says, kicking off his bike to stand upright. He shuffles closer with an awkward gait, yes, that was a cane on his bike. "It's late at night. Age gets to you, you know, officer. I couldn't see very well."

"That's what the lights on your bike are for." You say, shoving your hands into your pockets and breathing deeply. You can't let him get on your nerves. "And you're driving a motorcycle, sir, I think you can't play the age card."

"You don't get to decide that." Despite his bad leg, he stands up tall, challenging you. You see eye to eye, and you notice he's not exactly handsome...but there sure is tension, there.

"Really?" You huff out a laugh. All thoughts about keeping your calm are gone after that.

House smiles. "Really."

"Well, I do get to decide that you are going to sleep in cold jail cell tonight."

His smile disappears, replaced with a frown. "Come on, officer. You're seriously not going to detain me over not having my papers, are you? That's absurd. And it's petty, too. Even you cant deny that."

"That's funny," You scoff, "I'm thinking the same about you."

Out of all things, House looks offended at that. "Fine, fine you know, I can understand that, really, officer. I deserve it. I'm an asshole, I know, but you like it, don't you? You can't help but find my words charming."

You breathe out a huff, something between laughter and disbelief. "Now that is something I've never heard before."

"Something you've never heard before?" He seems to be in disbelief too, "I'm sure you've heard it from some young lady, maybe even another man. You mean you've never heard it from an old man, don't you?"

He takes your silence as a yes. "You know, there's always a time for firsts."

"You're really not as charming as you think you are." You approach. He walks backwards in return, but you follow, up until the back of his foot hits his tire.

"I'm a doctor." House begins desperately. "I'm expected at the hospital tomorrow for an early morning shift. You're not going to stop me from saving lives are you?"

For a moment, you let him think he's got you. You let the words sit in, like you're really thinking, like you're sympathizing with him. "Are you resisting arrest, sir?"

"What? No–"

You take his arm and spin him around, keeping his forearm pinned against his back.

"Hey!"

You use that forearm to press him against the back of his own back and pin him down further. When the first cuff wraps around his wrist, he begins to protest.

He doesn't even say "we can talk about this". He just starts talking. "Oh real funny, yeah. Pin down the helpless old cripple."

Then the other cuff wraps around his other wrist. "I bet this is one of your fantasies. Pinning down an old man and using him as you please. I'm too weak for you, I'll admit that. So why don't you just push me against the hood of your work car and do as you like?"

Staring down at the way his leather jacket and loose shirt ride up, you're certainly tempted. His tight pants do nothing for the imagination, especially with how close you are. You're pressed against him, really.

If he were a woman, with his short jacket and his belted pants, you might've even seen the peek of a thong from this angle...but he's not a woman. Yet, undeniably, the curve of his ass still entices you. His attitude would certainly be fun to quiet.

...but you're a cop.

The handcuffs click as they're pushed as tight as they can be.

"You want to have a fun time?" You ask, forcing him to stand back up with a grip on the cuffs. "Jail's fun. You can imagine the cold as the climate of a skeeing mountain."

As you drag him off towards your car, he digs his feet into the ground. "Wait, my bike!"

"You know the rules. It'll be towed." You continue dragging him.

House sighs. "Fuckin' goody two-shoes cops."

[whatonearthisgoingon]

Demon Giyuu AU

I've been obsessing over Demon Giyuu and SaneGiyuu, so have a little rant/fic about the idea.

There is also some past SabiGiyuu mentioned, but it's minor. Word Count: 2,151

Okay, so Giyuu is on a standard mission against a Lowermoon or minorly powerful but not ranked demon, when out of nowhere someone in the Upper 3 comes along as a reinforcement for the first demon.

Giyuu tries his absolute hardest to kill the demons, to the point where he unlocks the mark. In the end, with the combination of the Uppermoon and lower ranked demon, Giyuu eventually looses, but he's not dead yet, barely conscious and struggling to move. The Upper demon he's against, is pretty impressed with the fight Giyuu gave, and gives him blood, Giyuu too weak to fight back against it. The two demons leave, not waiting to see if Giyuu survives.

Giyuu, feeling the changes, calls Kanzaburo to send a message to the Master and the Hashiras, before eventually passing out from exhaustion as the transformation starts.

Eventually the Hashiras find Demon Giyuu where he's relatively calm for a recently turned demon. He found a stream nearby and is calmly sitting in the water. He found out pretty early that he can control the water, so he's making it form into a multitude of pretty shapes. The Hashiras approach with caution, but their guard is soon dropped as Giyuu brightly talks to them, stating how he's happy they found him.

The only Hashiras who aren't convinced are Sanemi and Obanai. So what does Sanemi do? He walks up to Giyuu, and slashes his own arm open, the Marechi blood dripping down. Sanemi: "You're still so human, right? So surely this has no effect on you, huh? Go on, you know you want it!"

Giyuu is trying his hardest to resist, backing away as Sanemi merely gets closer, taunting him with the blood. Giyuu's eyes are transfixed on the wound, and his breath is becoming more labored as he tries to resist the demonic urges. Eventually, he's able to turn away from Sanemi, refusing the blood; that's enough to convince the other Hashiras of Giyuu's trustworthiness, just as it worked for Nezuko.

As the night is still high, they bring Giyuu back to the Water Estate, where the Master is waiting. They have a long discussion over Giyuu's new condition; how he can't be in the sun, the Blood Demon Art, how missions with non-hashiras should be avoided, a supplementary beef and pork diet to hopefully substitute any cravings for human flesh, etc. After the big topics are discussed, the biggest question arises; who will stay with Giyuu, and make sure he doesn't go crazy and hurt anyone for the next few weeks or months, as he has only recently transformed? Who is strong enough to keep him in check? All eyes turn to Sanemi.

Sanemi: "Why is everyone looking at me?" Obanai: "As much as I hate to admit it, that prick is stronger than all of us, minus you and Gyomei. But I think we can all agree that Gyomei won't be the best at watching a demon." Sanemi: "I'm not watching over the demon fuck- I hate him! There's no way that I'll be taking care of him-!"

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Giyuu watches as the door shuts when the last Hashira leaves, leaving him and a fuming Sanemi in a room alone, after the Master commanded Sanemi to stay with Giyuu. It's quiet for a minute, when Giyuu finally speaks.

Giyuu: "Do you have a certain type of tea you like? I can make a pot-" Sanemi: "Shut the fuck up, this is all your fault." Giyuu: " ...... I'll just make myself one then.." He says as he stands up and walks out.

Sanemi eventually joins Giyuu, because he has nothing else to do, and he's stuck with the damn idiot, so why not have some tea while he's at it. The two sit in silence, drinking tea, until Giyuu speaks.

Giyuu: "I don't have much set up in my estate, so we can live together in yours." Sanemi: "Excuse me?" Giyuu: "Well the Master said we had to stay together, so you can watch me- so I presume we'll be staying in the same estate?" Sanemi: Loudly sighs. "Whatever you dumb shit, sure. My estate or whatever. Just don't make a mess, you hear me?" Giyuu: "Of course."

Giyuu goes quiet again, just drinking his tea, but he has a small smile. He doesn't know how to explain it, or why he's feeling it, but he's really happy that he gets to hang out with Sanemi now.

When tea is over, they pack up some of Giyuu's clothes, and they go to Sanemi's Estate before the sun rises. While Giyuu is putting his stuff in the guest bedroom, Sanemi goes around his Estate, making sure all the windows are shut and covered with curtains. There's no way he'd let Giyuu see him doing something nice or caring for him like that, so he rushes to get it all done before Giyuu is done unpacking.

Later Sanemi goes to bed, as does Giyuu, as they had been up all night dealing with demon nonsense. The next night, they go on their first mission together.

As they are now eating meals together, going on missions together, and living together, the two start growing closer together. The animosity and tension is still there, but it has become to change. Rather hating Giyuu's whole dumb face, Sanemi specifically hates that dumb, stupid, disgustingly pretty, blue eyes. Giyuu's opinion on Sanemi's anger has shifted from one of irritation to a minor annoyance with a small hint of fondness to it; it's what makes Sanemi, Sanemi.

One night, Giyuu is calmly sitting in his room, reading something, when he hears a yell and a crash from Sanemi's room. He gets up and goes to Sanemi's room, finding him freshly woken from a nightmare.

Rather asking questions, Giyuu just sits down, gently taking the shaking Sanemi's hand. He's quiet, and just sits there, being a comforting presence as Sanemi's racing heart rate slowly lowers. Sanemi squeezes and relaxes his hold on Giyuu's hand many times, Giyuu's presence grounding him.

After a few minutes, Sanemi does something surprising. He hugs Giyuu. Giyuu is shocked at first, but doesn't fight against it, hugging Sanemi. They sit like that for a few minutes, until Sanemi mumbles a quiet "Thank you."

That night, Giyuu lays back down with Sanemi, holding him in that hug, his hands wrapped around Sanemi's waist. The two fall asleep together as the sun rises, and they are still holding each other when they awake in the evening.

They have a meal together, acting like nothing happened, then go on the night's mission. When they return they do their usual routine of a meal, getting ready for bed, etc. But this night, Giyuu follows Sanemi to his room for sleep. Sanemi, although confused at first, doesn't argue, letting Giyuu lay down with him. He would never admit it, but last night was the best he'd slept in years.

This routine continues, neither man willing to bring up the developing intimate relationship between them. It's easier to stay quiet and let it happen. But over the next month, they grow even closer. Hugging and hand holding around the house is becoming common. They pick food off each other's plates. They cook their meals together in the kitchen, or over a fire on missions. They spar together at night when they don't have a mission.

A few times when the two are talking and are close together, there is a want for more, when the two's faces are only a foot or so apart. Sometimes when they hug, the hands trail a little lower than they're supposed to.

Sanemi is pissed at these feelings. Giyuu is a man- and he's not even a human man. He's a demon. A relationship like that would be an abomination on two levels. They'd be executed for this shit, Giyuu much more instantly than Sanemi would. Sure, they could run, but neither of them want that, do they?

Giyuu on the other hand, is less mad that he likes a man, but that that man is Sanemi. Because he knows why its Sanemi specifically. Sanemi... Sabito... The aggressive personality, the purple eyes with so much emotion behind them, the scars formed in battle from strength and courage. He fell for the same person all over again. And just like all of the other people Giyuu loved, Giyuu is scared that something drastic will happen to Sanemi.

The two continue their "friendship," while both holding these feelings inside of them, refusing to speak to each other, too scared of how the other will feel, and how the world will react.

Some of the Hashiras started noticing the shift in the two's relationship. Iguro notices that Sanemi isn't irritated by the mere thought of Giyuu anymore. Shinobu notices that Giyuu's fascination over Sanemi has only increased into a shared friendship; she is very happy for Giyuu. Mitsuri is happy that there is less tension in Hashira meetings now, because they are getting along.

The only Hashira who really notices that the two men long for more, is Tengen. And he's pretty sure he is more accepting of that idea, than the two men infront of him are.

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Ubuyashiki: "I trust Giyuu to be by himself now. He has been a demon for about 5 months now, and has proven that he is safe to be around, and safe to be on missions by himself." Looking at Sanemi and Giyuu "Sanemi does not need to watch over Giyuu constantly anymore." He pauses then smiles. "If the two of you.. wish to separate, Giyuu can return to his own estate."

Ubuyashiki says that with a certain tone, and a soft smile on his face, suggesting that he knows the two will most likely not want to separate. He makes it clear that this is an option, not a requirement. He dismisses the meeting, and Sanemi and Giyuu return to the Wind Estate.

Sanemi: "So? Are you staying or going?" Giyuu: "Well.. I mean, all my belongings are here anyway.." Sanemi: Nods a little "Yeah, they are.. but.. you want to stay here still?" Giyuu: "Do you want me to leave?" He says with a slightly sad tone Sanemi: "No!" Realizes he was way too quick and loud with his answer. "I mean, you make my life easier, help with cooking and cleaning shit.." Giyuu: Smiles a little. "Well, I'll go get started.. I'll make sure there's some ohagi for dessert.." Sanemi: "Yeah whatever, I'm getting a shower.." He walks off, not letting Giyuu see the smile on his face, now knowing that Giyuu wants to stay. After living together, fully on their own choice, for a few weeks, Giyuu decides that it's finally time to talk about what the two of them are. On a night without a mission, Giyuu takes Sanemi outside to the backyard of the Wind Estate, at around 11:50 pm. They're sitting quietly looking at the scenery under a full moon, when Giyuu speaks up.

Giyuu: "Sanemi, what are we?" Sanemi: Confused. "What do you mean?" Giyuu: "Well.. we've been living together for a few months. We go on almost every mission together. We eat meals together. We hug and hold hands. We sleep in the same bed. Is it wrong of me to assume there is something more than friendship between us? We are acting like a couple." Sanemi: He freezes up for a minute, not responding. His first instinct is to tell Giyuu off, 'How dare you think of me as a fag.' 'What on earth are you talking about.' But he doesn't. Instead he thinks about his words, before responding. "What do you think of our relationship? How would you react if a name was put on it?" Giyuu: He's quiet while he considers, then sighs. "I.. I wouldn't mind the title.. But if you do mind the title, then I think we should try to distance ourselves into a normal platonic relationship, because that is not where we are at right now." Sanemi: He considers Giyuu's words, then softly whispers. "I wouldn't mind the title.. saying we're.. together" Giyuu: He finally looks at Sanemi, then takes Sanemi's hand in his own. "Well, can I say 'I love you' then, Sanemi?" Sanemi: Laughs a little as he turns red in the cheeks. "Maybe give it a day, but sure.." He smiles, still avoiding eye contact with Giyuu; if he met his gaze, he would probably explode. Giyuu: "Alright.." He stands up, letting go of Sanemi's hand as he does, then turns to the door. "I'll be in bed. Take as long as you need." Looks inside and sees as the clock strikes as midnight. "And, I love you.." He says as he walks inside. Sanemi: Laughs "You're a fucking dick, Tomioka!" He smiles fondly at Giyuu's antics, before quietly whispering once Giyuu leaves. "I love you too.."

[leighsartworks216]

BESTIE SAY WHAT!!!!! 👀

so.. I’m just here to put it on the record that I will be the first person in line to read your take on Caleb x Zayne in an empty classroom if you ever feel so inclined. I mean, in public!? Desperately muffling their noises while trying to make each other crack!? Also it’s between classes, that’s not a lot of time so you know that’s going to be quick and hard and sloppy…

anywayyy >.< just casually sending you back a plot bunny in exchange for yours, you know how it is *evil cackle* <33

Evil Plot Bunnies my beloved >:3

Like just imagine Caleb spotting Zayne on his way to class. Running over through the horde of students and slinging an arm around his shoulders. Says he needs to talk about something with him, a lame excuse when Zayne can clearly see just how flustered Caleb is - red cheeks, heavier breaths, eyes that keep flickering to his lips

Caleb dragging Zayne into an empty classroom that he's been lowkey eyeballing for a couple weeks, keeping track of classes that go in there and when. Zayne asks what the hell he's thinking as Caleb pulls him out of sight of the door window and pushes him against one of the desks

His mouth is on him the next instant. "We gotta practice bein quiet," he bullshits. "What if she decides to tease you in public? You really gonna be able to wait to get home to do somethin about it?"

Zayne sighing. It's such a thin excuse. His heart is racing at the thought of being caught. Not only that: his poor attendance. "Caleb, I can't miss class-"

Caleb kisses the excuse from his mouth. "It's one class. And you know everything about it already. What's the harm?"

"My record-"

Caleb groaning. Pulling back to glare at Zayne while he covers his mouth with his hand. "They love you, they'll forgive it. Now shut up, will ya? Don't wanna get caught in here, right?"

Zayne glaring over his hand, but it disappears just as quick when Caleb's crotch rubs up against his. Hips rocking against him, dicks rubbing against each other through the layers of their pants. Caleb smirking, knowing he's won this time, and pulling his hand away to loosen the tie of Zayne's uniform.

"Keep it down," he reminds him, exposing his collar and sucking on it, kissing at it, tasting the hint of cologne on his neck. "'Kay?"

Pants being haphazardly shoved down to their knees, cocks sliding against each other as Zayne's hand wraps around both. Caleb kissing Zayne senseless, both of them panting and swallowing the moans and gasps of the other.

Zayne suddenly shoving Caleb away and down to his knees, looking down at him with half-lidded eyes as his cock drips precum right in front of his face. "You're so eager - I wonder if you could put your own pleasure aside for her. Keeps your hands behind your back or on me, understood?"

Caleb loving being commanded by Zayne in the same breadth that he hates it - being bossed around by his competition. Teasing him with his tongue and hands, caressing and squeezing his thighs, circling his nipples, going too slow for how little time they have. Zayne grabbing him by the hair and shoving him further on his dick, biting his lip to stay quiet despite the heat surrounding him. Having to bite the bite of his hand when Caleb's bobbing and licking make him cum, filling Caleb's mouth and shooting down his throat.

Caleb shocking Zayne when he pulls off and holds out his tongue to show he swallowed it all. Every time before, they'd spit it out.

Standing and kissing Zayne hard, licking into his mouth so he can taste himself on his tongue. Turning him around and pushing him to bend over the desk. "Was that satisfactory enough for you, sir?" he teases. Zayne involuntarily shivers at the moniker. "I think I waited long enough, didn't I?"

Zayne covering his mouth tightly as Caleb pressing spit-covered fingers into his asshole. Fingering him open, curling up against his prostate just enough to make him forget entirely about missing class and ruining his perfect record.

Caleb whispering a husky reminder in Zayne's ear to stay quiet as he slowly pushes into him. Holding desperately onto his hips, hard enough to bruise, as he eases back out and shoves back in, building up to a pace that has Zayne clinging to the edge of the desk and the slaps of skin echoing in the room.

Marking up Zayne's back and shoulders to keep himself quiet when his cock fills him so perfectly, heat squeezing around him deliciously. Panting by his ear. Whimpering as he starts getting close.

Zayne reaching back to grab a fistful of his hair as he angles his body to kiss Caleb over his shoulder. His thrusts stuttering with a muffled groan as Caleb buries himself to the hilt and cums inside of him - another first.

Cleaning up after with an air of awkwardness because what was that? Playing (some of) it off with comments about rating each other's ability to stay quiet and figuring out how to get out of here without being caught by the hall monitor. Mentions about how MC would have to be pleased with their performances, because, right, yes, this is still a competition for her. Nevermind Zayne taking a cold shower before bed with his forehead pressed to the cold tile, hoping his erection will go down, that he'll stop thinking of Caleb's mouth and how he swallowed his cum. Or Caleb trying to resist rutting against a pillow in a weak attempt to replicate fucking Zayne like that. Completely irrelevant.

THIS WENT ON SO SO MUCH LONGER THAN INTENDED HOLY SHIT

[skippingstonez]

yeah yeah very nice and all the legend stuff and sky's upcoming stuff, but imagine riding warriors so hard and so well that he ends up whinning like the pillow princess we all know he is, like, i look at him and I just want to please him until I ruin his pretty boy face with tears of pleasure<3

Not gonna lie I wrote this like 6 different times cause something just kept feeling off. Turns out you just gotta get out of the forest every once in a while <3

Take a Seat

(Wars x Reader)

Warnings: Self-explanatory smut with Wars having a boner basically the whole time. <3 Also a small tidbit of non-con touching.

“Watch out!!”

Wars quickly rolled out of the way, a large boulder crashing into the ground where he just was. The whole room shaking violently as he raises his shield, covering himself as more fiery stones rain down on him, threatening to crush him where he stands. He planted his feet, digging his heels into the rocky soil and using both hands to firmly keep the shield up as he tried to look for the others.

A sharp cry rang out and his feet started moving before he even knew who it was that had yelled. Through the flames he could see you crouched low on the ground, struggling to keep your shield over you as one of the larger rocks slammed down on you. Knees shaking as you fought to stay upright against the heavy weight before it hit the ground beside you. With a clear destination, he reached you in record time, sliding in next to you as he yanked you into his chest, shoving his shield up next to yours to create a larger barrier of protection over your heads. 

“Are you hurt”

You shake your head, trying to make yourself as small as possible next to him as you both wait out the pseudo-storm that ends as quickly as it started. 

Wars lowers his shield cautiously, helping you back up to your feet as a fire keese makes a dive for him. You quickly notch an arrow, shooting it down before Wars can get his sword back in his hands.

“Gods I can't wait to be done with this place!” Wars groans out, wiping sweat off of his forehead. “And if I have to see another one of those blasted bats I'm throwing myself in the lava!”

You snort at his dramatics, “You mean to say our mighty Captain can't take a bit of heat?”

Wars gives you his best smile, holding up his left hand that you knew had the large scar underneath. “Oh don't worry doll face, I'm hot enough for this whole mountain.”

You roll your eyes, giving him a playful shove as Wind calls you from across the room. “Come on guys! We found the exit!”

Everyone is quick to follow the young sailor along with Hyrule who lead you to the large exit in the other room. The midday sun stinging your eyes as you all crawl your way out from the depths of Death Mountain. Soot and dirt filled the air still far too warm for comfort. The only true reprieve being that there is no longer any active threat of being caught on fire or tripping into lava.

Layers of clothing were immediately pulled off the moment the opportunity presented itself. Cloaks and armour being the first things to go, followed by tunics, metal jewelry, shirts and any other fire protective clothing that was no longer needed

Bottoms stayed on. A hard and fast rule Time had set after a rather embarrassing incident a few weeks back that only some members of the chain were ever able to laugh about. Pants were exchanged for shorts though for anyone able to do so while most of the group settled for just settling with what they had.

Wars plopped onto a large boulder jutting out from the ground, rolling up the legs of his pants a bit before somewhat neatly storing his stuff inside of his bag. The smell of smoke was a pain to get out of clothes and Warriors groaned at the thought of smelling like a walking campfire for who knows how long. He just hoped that they would be able to do some laundry before the smell spread to his whole bag. Though he supposed if given the opportunity this very moment he probably wouldn't take it. 

He was exhausted, and so was everyone else given the ways half of them were strewn about in various stages of napping which Wars was strongly considering joining in on. So he settled onto the ground, using the rock he had just been perched on as a backrest with arms loosely folded over his chest. He ignored the small rocks that dug into his legs, or how the rock was still a bit too hot against the bare skin of his back. He was just so damn tired that for once none of it seemed to matter. All that mattered was that his eyes were heavy, and his brothers were safe. 

He did a quick scan of the group, mentally reassuring that they were indeed all safe as his eyes really only fell to you. You were a little off on your own and looked just as exhausted as he felt as you peeled off the last layer of your top to expose your bare midsection and a nasty red mark on your shoulder blade.

Oh you little liar. 

With a new wave of energy, Wars shoves his hand into his bag. Rummaging through it till he finds the small canister of ointment and a large bandage before he moves to sit beside you. His fingers brushing your hair over your shoulder to take a better look at the blistering burn.

“Thought you said you were fine.” 

“I am…or at least I was..” you murmur, pouting as you avoided eye contact with him.

Wars couldn’t help but chuckle. It was the same thing Mask used to do when hiding an injury from him during the war. The young hero, now grown ass adult a few feet from him, hated admitting that he needed help which had taught Wars to simply give it rather than trying to convince the kid he needed to simply ask for assistance. 

Wars however, remembered a few seconds too late, that you were not Mask and was now stuck in a rather odd predicament. 

Without thinking, he had reached over, scooped you right off the ground and straight onto his lap. Hands still poised around your hips as his mind began screaming at him the moment he physically felt your bottom press against the now growing strain in his trousers.

Oh no. Ohhhhh shit shit shit don't think about it. DON'T think about it!

Warriors took a deep breath, trying to remain calm while his heart rate skyrocketing. Hands quickly letting go of your hips like the contact had burned him worse than any of the fire monsters they had dealt with today. 

You had gone impossibly rigid, hands placed down on his knees that kept some of your weight off of him. Spine so straight, one poke and it could snap in half.

Oh but you'd love to break her back under the right circumstan-

NO.

No. It would be fine. He was clearly just overthinking it. He was just trying to help you with your injury, nothing more than that. If he could just stay cool then there would be no need to panic.

You awkwardly turned your head to the side so you could see him. “Y-you don't have to-”

“It's fine,” He said with practiced ease. If there was one thing he was good at, it was hiding panic. And as you were already sat on top of him, it was too far to turn back now. “I don't mind.”

You nodded, still looking a bit skeptical but made no attempts to dissuade him. Taking that as a sign that you were indeed okay with him helping, he brushed away the lingering strands of hair and uncapped the bottle of ointment.

You winced at the initial contact, shoulders raised to your ears to try and flee from the coldness of the medicine. He tried again only to get a lessened version of the same reaction. It didn't deter him though, giving you a split moment before he gently rubbed it into your skin. His other hand, having found the curve of your waist, rubbing small circles to try and distract you from the stinging pain.

It didn't take long before your shoulders slowly dropped, the muscles along your spine relaxing enough till even your hands stopped supporting your weight. Letting you rest entirely against him as he applied more of the cream.

He had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep at bay the shiver that raced through him. Thinking of anything else besides the way your hips fit against his or how the goddess blessed curve of your ass pressed into him. And he definitely wasn't thinking about how much he wished he could just grab your hips and-

Oh Hylia he was so incredibly fucked. 

He snatched up the bandage, having enough self control to apply it gently over the injury before practically shoving you off of him. Knees coming straight up to his chest as he prayed to Hylia that you wouldn’t see the large bulge you had just been sitting on. 

“Uhm, thanks. That actually feels a lot better.”

“No problem.”

Neither of you looked at the other as Time called for everyone to start getting up. He watched as you walked off towards Four as he tried to come up with a quick solution to hide the rather obvious bulge. All he could think of was his shirt, so he begrudgingly threw it back on, wearing it loosely instead of tucked in so that it would hopefully cover it. And if anyone asked? It was simply to protect his skin.

_________

Wars sat on one of the tall bar stools in the Inns dining room, picking at the food he had been given though he hadn't taken a bite in probably 10 minutes. His mind too preoccupied with thoughts of you to concentrate on anything else.

He had avoided you like a pack of cuckoos the entire trek back down Death Mountain. Putting as much distance between the two of you as he possibly could until he could 1) calm himself down and 2) stop getting worked up every time he thought about it.

He was still working on that second one.

Adjusting his tunic for what felt like the 20th time that hour he sloshed back his drink, idling tapping on the now empty glass. The cool condensation sliding down to drip onto his fingers. Just like the way he could see the small beads of sweat roll down the length of your back. Wetting the plush soft skin underneath his fingertips despite the harsh environments. The way you fit so perfectly against him and Hylia the way your hips had moved. He wondered what sort of excuses he could come up with to get you on his lap again. Slowly building his way up till he could get you underneath him.

Wars hit his forehead, playing it off as simply trying to keep himself awake. He was still clearly exhausted, but after 2 hours of sleep evading him to replay the events of today in his mind on repeat, he decided to try and see if a snack and warm drink would help clear his head. Unfortunately it only seemed to have the opposite effect. Not only giving him space to freely think about you without the others around, but apparently encouraging it further into what could be happening if he ever decided to stop chickening out and admit his feelings for you. 

Because he did. Not at first, though he has always found you attractive, but over time it was staring him in the face. To the way his stomach would do flips whenever you walked next to him, or how his heart fluttered at the sound of your laugh. And if you dared to smile at him? It was a miracle his heart hasn't stopped working. 

He had fallen and fallen hard and it was infuriating.

He was the Captain, the strategist of the group that were all counting on him to keep it together. He couldn't afford to get distracted. No matter how badly he wanted to feel you against him. Grinding down on him so hard it-

He adjusted his tunic…again.

Its only gonna go away if you STOP THINKING ABOUT IT!

He crossed his arms on the counter in front of him, resting his forehead down with a frustrated groan. Might as well make himself comfortable here right? At the rate he was going it wasn’t like he was going to be getting any actual sleep soon anyway. A tap on his shoulder was followed by a thin hand resting on his bicep. He looked up to see 2 women standing on either side of him. Both had long brown hair though the one on his right with her hand on his arm had a much darker shade that looked almost black in this lighting. And both of them were currently looking him up and down like starving wolfos. 

“Oh honey you are much too cute to look so upset.” 

“Yeah, why so down handsome?”

Even with the odd tingling under his skin from where the woman’s hand was, Wars threw on his best smile for them, leaning back so that his arm slipped out from under her palm.

“No need to worry about me ladies.” He assured them with as much charm as he could muster. It was a poor attempt, one even they could probably see straight through yet it didn't seem to deter them as they both stepped a bit closer. One lightly grabbing his arm while the other dragged a finger down his shoulder.

“Awww, poor guy. We can always help cheer you up.”

“Mhmm I like that idea”

Gulping down the lump forming in his throat that felt too dry, he gently tried to push off their hands. Only for them to latch on to him again.

“T-that won't be necessary I can assure you.” He stammered out, stirring on his seat.

“Oh come on. What better way to get over someone than getting over someone else?” She whispered, tugging in his shirt a bit.

“Or between” The other purred in his ear and War's tried not to cringe at the proximity. He tried to laugh, playing it cool until he could slip away and go hide back in his own room with some of the others.

“Oh hey Ca- uhhh sorry didn't mean to uhh…interrupt?”

Maybe the Vet was right and Hylia did just hate them.

His neck spun so hard it cracked. Eyes wide as he saw you standing only a foot away in your night clothes. The ends of your hair still damp that left small wet patches on your shirt. Your eyes awkwardly shifted between him and the two women he was sandwiched between.

“(Y/n)! Hey, what are you doing down here?”

The two women finally let go of him, allowing him room to quickly beckoning you over. You come do so without hesitation, brushing right past the women who were now glaring at you with disgust.

“Couldnt sleep.” You stated, grabbing the hand that was still on his shoulder and flinging it off of him. “Figured I'd get a glass of milk or some. Why are you up?”

“Great minds think alike it seems.”

You hummed but your attention was still in the 2 women who seemed to need a more direct approach at being told to leave.

“Sorry, but can I help you?” You asked with a bite to your voice.

“Who us? We were just keeping your friend company.” Her tone eerily sweet as she tried to brush his arm again. You latched onto her wrist, shoving it away from him.

“How sweet of you. But it looks to me like you've overstayed your ‘welcome’ a bit. Have a good night.” You waved goodbye at them with a fake smile. Thankfully, they took the hint. Walking away with their eyes rolling and a short scoff.

“You have impeccable timing.”

“And you apparently really are too pretty for your own good.”

You both chuckle, the atmosphere around you lightening

“Can I buy you that drink for saving my ass?”

“*gasp* language Captain!” You tease, “but sure, why not.” You glance around, realizing that the only empty seats were on the other side of the room. 

Maybe it was the lack of sleep or the drink he had earlier but for the second time that day, Wars brain didn't quite think through his actions. He snakes his arm around your waist, pulling you closer till you were between his legs and sat against one of his thighs. Unlike earlier though he made sure to keep enough space between you and him. Just in case.

You had other plans though. You leaned into him, wrapping an arm over his shoulders as you put whispered into his ear.

“Ya know Pretty Boy, if you want me to sit on your lap, all you gotta do is ask.”

Heat spread down to the tips of his shoulders and he gaped like a Hylian trout out of water. “I..I didn't…”

“I don't mind ya know,” the heat of your breath tickling against his skin. “There's a lot of things I'd do if you ask nicely enough.”

He swallowed dry air, that all too familiar stiffness returning beneath his clothes. “Yeah?” He whispered back, trying not to shiver when your hand lightly drummed on his shoulder. “Like what?”

He was playing with fire. Fire he should have dowsed hours ago. Weeks ago the moment he knew he had started catching feelings for you. But if you were the one to burn him he would run straight into the flames. So when you got to your feet, offering your hand to him he took it without question. Letting you lead him straight through the small room and up the stairs that creaked every few steps.

It was a blessing that Time has let you have your own room for the night. And a larger blessing that it only took a minute before you were opening the door and ushering him inside.

He could hear the door shut behind him as he strolled into the room. It was…a room. Bed, dresser, nightstand, everything a typical inn would have and nothing more. Feet planted into the wood floor it almost felt like he was back in training, standing at attention as higher-ups patrolled around to find any sort of flaw. He could feel your eyes on him as the distinct sound of the latch clicked into place.

“Well?” You asked. Fingers ghosting over his elbow as you came around to stand in front of him. “What do you wanna ask me?”

He cleared his throat, a bit nervous. “What can I ask?”

Your fingers left goosebumps on his arms as you ghosted over his forearms. “That all depends on what you want.” You explain, stepping forward till you were only an inch away from him. Wars lifts his hands, tapping his fingers against you as if to rest if he would be burned or not. But you were cool to the touch. A relief to the hot fire inside of him.

“Can I kiss you?”

You breathe out a yes, coming up on the tips of your toes to bring his face closer to yours. He grabs your face with both hands, lips ghosting over yours before kissing you softly.

It was soft, timid really. Not the kind of kiss you would expect from the group's so-called ‘ladies man'. But then again this was Wars and sure he could be flirty but deep down you couldn't recall a time he had ever tried to push for more than was given.

You deepened the kiss, swiping your tongue across his lower lip till he grants you access. He tastes like peppermint with the lingering hue of the alcohol you know he had earlier.  You pull away, kissing a line from his mouth down to his neck.

“You could ask to touch me…or ask me to touch you if you prefer.” 

“Surprise me” You chuckle at the slight trembling in his voice as your hands dipped beneath the edge of his shirt before lifting it up. He takes it off, tossing it aside before he reconnects your lips, hands beginner to roam up and down the curve of your sides. You sigh into his mouth, letting him snag your lip to give it a soft suck that makes you moan softly.

Pulling him towards the bed, you give his chest a soft push so he sits down, eyes looking up at you with a hazed curiousity.

“How about I take care of that little ‘problem’ you've had today hmm?”

His face is a bright red now which is cute as you grab his knees, pushing them open to slot yourself between them. Kneeling down on the floor as your hands rubb up and down his thighs. His breath hitching as he watches you unbuckle his belt, finger poised around the waist.

“Do you want me to stop?”

He shakes his head as you pull down, releasing his cock into the open air. Cheeks flushing as you lick your lips, dipping your head lower and lower till your mouth brushed against the sensitive skin. Wars titled his head back, gripping onto the sheets as your tongue licked him from base to head, swirling around the top before repeating the motions.

“Hah- shit.” He moans when your lips wrap around his head, slowly taking as much of him in your mouth as you can, using your hand the rest of the way till you reach the base. 

Panting up at the ceiling, he leans back on his elbow as a hand comes atop your head that was now bobbing up and down. He stares up at the ceiling, knowing if he looks down at you, sees your beautiful eyes while his cock is in your mouth he'll be finished and goddesses he'd do anything to keep feeling your warmth mouth on him. But as you hollow your cheeks, sucking down harder he couldn't help himself. Fumbled curses leave his mouth as he looks down at you, his hips bucking up on accident that makes him hit the back of your throat.

“Fuck- s-sorry!”

Your eyes drag up to his, humming some sort of response that Wars has no clue the meaning behind. All he knows is he has to let go of your head, hand clenched so hard into the mattress his knuckles are white to keep himself from grabbing your hair and fucking your mouth. 

He breathed out your name. “K-keep doing that and I-i wont last long sweetheart... ”

Hands gently grabbed your face, trying to guide you off but you swatted them away, pinning down his hips with a defiant stare that had him shaking. And when he felt the back of your throat again he came undone. Gasping your name as he came, watching as you happily drank it all down before finally popping off of him with a sly smile, wiping at the corner of your mouth.

Holy Hylia you were going to ruin him.

You opened your mouth for another snarky comment but yelped when Wars yanks you up to him, arms wrapping around your waist as he kissed you. He kicks his bottoms off the rest of the way, lifting your tunic off till it joins his clothes on the floor. His lips leaving yours to suck along your neck that made your knees go weak. Wars bends down, picks you up off the floor to lay you on the bed. Hovering over you as his mouth finds your chest, kissing the space between your breasts that were being massaged by deft fingers. Back arching when he pinches you nipple as they slid down to the top of your leggings.

“May I?”

“Please”

He pulls them down slowly, shimming himself down till he could kiss your navel. Hands spreading your thighs and without any warning his mouth is on your already wet cunt.

“Link~!” 

Gone was the timidness from the first kiss. This man knew exactly what he was doing as he dived in, lips clasped around your clit to suck firmly. Your hand clutched onto his hair, tugging on it with the same force as his sucking as you panted.

“Should of done this hours ago” he murmured against you. The vibration of his voice only increasing the growing heat that seeped out of you that he was quick to lick away. “Goddesses you taste good.”

“Fuuuck! Link please I need you!”

“Eager much?” He teased. “What happened to asking nicely?”

“Fuck you- ha!”

Delivering a harsh suck he pulls himself up, kissing you gently. “Gladly.” You can feel him against your inner thigh, but a thought has you pushing against him, forcing him back till his ass hit the mattress. You crawled onto his lap, hovering just above the head of his dick that still leaked with cum and saliva. You teasingly slid down, letting it slide through your folds as Wars groaned. 

You let your head fall to his shoulder, kissing along till you reached his throat. His arms wrapped around you, tracing up and down your spine as you slowly rocked your hips along his length. 

“Seem a bit tense Cap, why don't you just relax and let me take care of you”

No

“Cant if you're gonna just keep teasing me like this sweetheart.” He said through gritted teeth as you lightly rocked back and forth.

“And you said I was eager~”

You pressed a kiss to the front of his throat, letting your tongue slide all the way up to his jaw. Wars shivered, grabbing onto your waist to try and lift you up. You let him, but stubbornly refused to lower yourself back down.

“Ah ah ah” You tutted into his ear. “Remember what I said? Ask nicely.”

You could feel his eyes roll, fingers digging into your sides as he tried to coax your hips back down. “Fiiiine,” He whined, letting his hands drop to your thighs, rubbing them apologetically.  “Please?”

“Please what?”

“Can I feel you?”

Lips collided with his, capturing his bottom lip as you slowly lowered yourself on to him. The head of his cock prodded at your entrance before you let it slowly slip inside. You both moaned, hiding your face in his shoulder as your walls stretched to his size. You slid further down, going till he was completely buried inside of you.

“Holy Hylia. Youre so fucking tight” He groaned, pressing a few kisses to your temple. You stayed still for a few seconds, nipping at his neck before lifting yourself up and sliding back down, easily slipping into a slow rhythm

It only took a minute before the hero of warriors was a blubber mess beneath you. Moans and whines pouring from his lips as you kept up your pace. His hair a messily tossed around from when you had grabbed it earlier that completed the picture of the perfect hero being reduced down to a puddle by your touch.

You lifted your hips, letting him slide almost all the way out of you before slamming back down on him. Wars threw his head back as a loud moan was ripped from his throat. You smirked against his neck, doing it again and again, picking up your pace with each one.

“Fuck, please don't stop!” He whined, roughly grabbing your hips to help guide you up and down his shaft. You let him, focusing on your pace while sucking on the spot just below his ear. Hands dragging through his hair as you added a slight roll to your hips and you for a moment, you thought you had broken him.

Small tears rolled down his cheeks. His mouth hanging open as he heavily pants for air. 

“Look at you, asking so nicely,” You cooed, watching the way he twitched at another rolled motion of your hips. “Keep making those sounds for me okay?”

He nods, whimpering as you praise him. His hips jerking upwards into you, slamming his cock further inside of you that hits just right.  Your nails digging into his shoulders till the coil inside of you snaps. Liquid covering him and sliding down your thighs that burned as they continued to support your work. 

“Shit Im..I’m…fuck (y/n) please~” He whined, hips jerking upwards again to meet yours. 

“So polite” You teased, slowing down just enough for him to notice. “It's alright, tell me what you want.”

“Can I…? Please~, please I..Im so close”

“Since you asked so nicely” You picked up your pace, going faster than your original speed. Your walls clenched around him perfectly till tears ran down his face, mixing with the sweat that clung to his skin and now very messy hair. He brought his knees up behind you as he squirmed underneath you. You leaned down just enough to give another open mouth kiss to the front of his throat. “Cum for me? I wanna make you feel good.”

That was all he needed to tip over the edge. His body went rigid as you felt his cum squirt inside of you. You slowed your movement, working him through his orgasm until the exhaustion hit and you slumped against him. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you close as you both collapsed down into the bed. Keeping each other close as you're lulled into a blissful oblivion.

[starstruck-sillies]

I have no fucking clue how long I've been fronting for or when the hell that happened, but I have WORDS to say rn.

I am PISSED at created systems. I genuinely can't stand them. I just. GOD.

"I made an alter to cope!" Either that alter formed in a way you *thought* you were doing intentional but weren't, or it's not a fucking alter. You don't just fucking will them into existence. You can't just create dissociative parts because "you feel like it" and even if you could, what the fuck are you doing??? Why would you deliberately do that to yourself. Don't fucking encourage dissociation, that's an awful fucking idea that WILL hurt you. You're actively making things worse for yourself and giving others tips on how to fuck themselves up too. What the FUCK

"I made an alter because I was lonely!" You're maladaptive daydreaming, that's not the same as a fucking alter. Also, ALTERS WON'T FIX LONELINESS. Can they be a good support system when you can't turn to anyone else? Yes. Do they make you less lonely? NO. It's genuinely so fucking lonely to be a system. I was isolated for so long my brain couldn't grow right. I was so isolated for so long my brain made alters just to be able to live like that. And you know what? It didn't make me any less painfully alone and desolate. It didn't help. At all. If anything I was even more lonely. ALTERS ARE NOT REPLACEMENTS FOR SOCIAL INTERACTION, STOP TREATING THEM LIKE THEY ARE. Even if you could somehow make alters, they wouldn't make you any less fucking lonely.

"I made an alter to help my existing system!" Triggering a split deliberately is a horrible fucking idea, possible or not. Once again, you can't just make an alter, and even if you could, DON'T FUCKING DO THAT TO YOURSELF. This one genuinely perplexes me bc like. You're suppose to know what it's like to have alters. Why would you want more of them. (Note from Milkyway; this isn't to say this means you're faking having a CDD, in fact I think it could be a similar thing to wanting more trauma for one reason or another, which is a fairly common trauma symptom, especially in CDD systems, as well as one we experience. This doesn't mean it's at ALL a good idea to indulge in or encourage these thoughts, but this one likely does have a reasonable cause)

"I made an alter because I like the vibe of this character/species/other thing!" ..What?? I???

I just fucking HATE created systems they piss me off so fucking much. I can't fucking stand that they take something from OUR DISORDER and then make it look like some quirky fucking identity. Out of all endos, I hate willos/tulpas the fucking most. Get out of our damn communities and leave us OUT OF YOUR BULLSHIT.

-Reesa (IWC I am VOLATILE rn)

[stardustedseas]

anyways

jayce x dog hybrid reader

nsfw +18

cw: human x hybrid, dub con (reader is in heat and doesn't fully understand what's going on, jayce is hesitate to engage because he knows this but they do both want eachother), implied 3some at the end, barely edited- i mostly just copy pasted my rambled from my dms to here

viktor giving jayce a key to his apt so he can feed and walk you when vik cant, youre a little unsure about this new big man coming into your home but viktor likes him, he always brings treats and his big warm hands always give the best belly rubs too so he must be okay :) viktor ends up spending more and more time at the lab working on a big breakthrough in hextech and hasnt been able to get home to you as often but doesn't want you at the lab much because it can be very dangerous, so hes been sending jayce to take care of you more since its easier for him to run over and back rq

(rubbing hands together like an evil fly) while you do miss your owner and you dont fully understand why he cant come home as much right now, you enjoy when jayce visits, hes so kind and fun! he isnt as afraid to rough house play with you he and always indulges you with treat, over all, things have been pretty okay. that is untill you start to feel weird and pent up, all of your clothes feel bad agaisnt your skin and you cant stand to have them on, taking to just wander around naked. you also feel more emotional and the hours of viktor being away turn from sucky but tollerable to you sobbing every morning when he leaves and almost tearing the apt up in a panic if he doest come home at night. you also dont know why but your tummy always feels weird and like your skin is on fire too.

still, you dont want to tell your owner, he always seems so stressed and tired :( you dont want him to get more stressed because of you :( so you do your best to act normal when hes home or jayce is there. this works for about a week before either of them notice too. it's when jayce comes over to give you lunch and your afternoon walk that he can tell something is wrong, usually you come bounding up to the door all excited and whine until he gives you belly rubs and a new treat he brings for you to try but now you're no where to be seen. you dont even come when he calls for you, he ofc gets worried and goes looking, it really isnt like you to not listen or greet him. he finds you all bundled up on viktor bed, wrapped in his blanket with what looks like his entire closet surrounding you. he can't really tell whats going on but he can hear you whimpering and see a lump under the covers wriggling around.

he calls out to you again but you just freeze, when he tries to pull the blanket back you just pull it tighter around yourself and whine for him to go away. something is very obviously wrong so he sits on the edge of the bed and lightly pets you over the covers, he gets even more worried at the strangled, almost hurt sound you let out so he decides that if youre injured, he cant just wait until you come out on your own, so he froces the blanket off you. instead of a bunch of blood like he was worried hed find, its you butt naked, curled around a pillow with your arms clinging to one end and the other squished between your thighs. he would have laughed at how your hair and fur was sticking up all over the place but the tears on your cheeks and the amount of sweat covering your shakey body were far more concerning.

before he can ask you whats wrong or even really process what hes seeing, you are jumping up to crawl into his lap and cling to him instead, sobbing about how you feel so weird and hot and your privates ache so bad and you miss viktor so much. you had started to unconsciously grind against the leg you were stradling, soaking his probably very expensive pants, but had just cried harder when he gently pried you off, so he agreed to give you your beloved belly rubs if you agreed to lay back down. he was struggling to think straight with the way you were desperately humping him and crying into his neck but this didnt help at all, seeing you layed out bare and needy infront of him, moaning so obscenely just from him petting your soft belly, really backfired on him lmfao its even worse when you start bucking your hips up and wiggling around (he can more clearly see the wet sheen of slick coating your mound and inside of your thighs) and try to push his hand lower, telling him it hurts and you want him to pet you down there.

you just know that those big strong hands could make you feel better :( it feels so good when he pets your head or tummy, the rough callouses contrasting how gently he touches you. jayce is a very strong willed man who does not give in easily, his morals always holding fast, but he is also n o t immune to the way your cute fluffy ears lay flat and you look up at him with the biggest, most pathetic puppy dog eyes hes ever seen in his life while begging for him to please not go, please dont leave you alone and in pain. god he really should go call viktor, tell him whats going on and absolutely not give in to your pleading- youre in heat for fucks sake and desperate and not thinking clearly and youre not even his dog hes just helping out his bestie and- whatever resolve he had went out the window when you were able to yank his hand down between your thighs and sloppily push it against you, desperately moving his hand as if trying to make him pet you.

he cant help but give in, he swears he will just get you off once then call viktor, just so you arent in as much pain. hes supposed to be taking care of you after all, what kind of friend would he be if he left you to suffer... unfortunately for his conscious, that does not work out because the second he sinks one of his thick fingers into your poor puppy cunt and sees(and Feels) the way you almost instantly cum with the prettiest moan of his name, he had absolutely no chance of being able to leave now. not when hes felt how tight and warm and wet you are. god he bets you taste as good as you look too,,,,

anyways like i said im bad at the actual smut part but he ends up fingering and eating you out a couple times before he is once again worn down even more by the way you roll onto your stomach and arch your hips up, burring your nose into one of viktors dirty shirts. youre not fully sure what youre begging for but all you know is hes making you feel so so good and being in this position just feels right, like this is all you were made for. by this point poor jayce is so turned on he couldn't possibly have left now so he once again gives in and kneels behind you, leaning over so his broad chest is layed across your back, pressing your almost limp body down more into the matress while he reaches around for your still throbbing pussy. he swears he was just gonna get you off on his fingers one more time in a position that felt more natural for you, THEN he was gonna call viktor,,,,,, but its not even five minutes later before he is carefully pushing the fat tip of his cock in, trying not to hurt you. he may not be able to knot or breed you like you need, but hopefully his cum filling you up can help :3

viktor gets worried after jayce is gone longer than usual and ends up going home as well, hes already further ahead in his experiment than expected so he can take an early break, he has been away from his beloved pet an awful lot and he misses you so much :( the last thing he was expecting to see when he got back was jayce fucking his puppy into his bed surrounded by all his clothes lmfao cough not that hes too upset tho, just disappointed he missed out on half the fun before showing up. its okay tho, you are far from satiated and as amazing as jayce feels, you still miss your masters cock :3

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im so sorry

[ashleyslorens]

AARON TVEIT (b. October 21, 1983) [ insp: ♡ ♡ ♡ ]