#i'm going feral over them rn actually

[draconicfool]

@xianzhou-craftsman asked: Slowly and gently, Yingxing places the flower crown atop Eros' head, and exhales as he drops his hands, smile widening. There's still some tension to him, something that might almost seem like he's unsure, but of course that's ridiculous, considering who he is. "It's a tradition from my- from the planet I was born on," he explains quietly, "We would weave flower crowns for each other every year, a week of celebrations around spring. I was the best at it out of all the children in the village." It's not really a boast, his voice still very soft. "… it's supposed to protect you. We'll let it dry and hang it up at home, and it should chase away nightmares and bring good luck." It's… silly. He knows it's silly. He's a man of science and he's well-aware that a flower crown is just a flower crown, but nonetheless… he wanted to do this.

There's silence from the small male as he lets the flower crown be put on him. His head lifting as he looks up at his beloved curiously. Taking in the information he's given and nodding gently. His own hands now reaching to take his partner's once they drop. Squeezing them gently.

He can tell by the look on his face that there are- a good couple things running through Yingxing's mind, but he smiles all the same. Pulls the other in for a gentle peck. Nothing long or needy as usual, just a reassurance. "I love it, darlin'." Such a simple phrase, but it couldn't even capture how the vidyadhara felt. Something to protect him. To chase away nightmares. His partner really knew him well- wanted to help him even in ways like this-. Things Yingxing himself saw as silly.

"I know y'tell me t' treasure things by usin' 'em...this s'a gift...'m gonna hold ont' f'er'ever, honey. Thank ya...y'er gonna have t'teach me so I c'n make one f'er m'baby too, though, okay?"

in ref

[little-limerick-hater]

Sorry--one of my friends pointed out how funny it is that Limerick is named after the poem format most known for innuendos/indecency. Which wasn't my intention but now it definitely is.

+ Sonnet being named after a poem used to examine the tension between elements is sending me into the stratosphere, bye.

Something something, wow you two really stuck close to your structures, huh?

[eiightysixbaby]

hi there! i'm OBSESSED with your eddie works and I had a lil request for u!

(if this is out of your comfort zone, I totally get btw, i'm just actually hormonal rn)

thinking about reader and eddie while she's ovulating and absolutely, positively feral... maybe they've only been together for a little while and they've fucked before, but he's never really seen that side of her... idk i'm just thinking a lot of thoughts rn

thanks! 💞

hi angel! thank you so much!!! 🥹🫶🏻 i hope i did your request justice 🩵

18+ only plssss. fem!reader, unprotected piv

The clock ticks obnoxiously where it hangs on the wall, marking each passing second that won’t pass fast enough.

It’s not unusual for a shift at the library to go slowly, but today time feels like it’s trudging through thick molasses; barely crawling by. Or maybe it’s just going backwards at this point, who knows.

You chew at the cap of your pen, reading the same sentence of the novel in front of you over and over yet not fully comprehending it. Trying to ignore the desperate ache between your thighs, the heat that pools in the pit of your stomach. It had been a relentless desire for the last couple of hours, a hunger that couldn’t be sated just yet.

But the promise of seeing your boyfriend after work had you chewing-through-your-leash desperate for your shift to end. You know Eddie had a nice dinner planned for the two of you tonight, but all you can think about is how badly you need his hands on you. It makes you feel bad, but you can’t rid yourself of thoughts of his lips on your neck, his fingers splitting you open, your hips grinding against him. This always happens when you’re ovulating, only this time… you’re not hiding it.

The last couple of times, you’d made do with your vibrator at home; embarrassed to let Eddie see this side of you. Your relationship was still quite new, and you weren’t sure if ripping his clothes off any chance you got would scare him away or not. This time, though? You can’t hold back any longer.

The end of your shift arrives at long last, and you practically fling yourself from your receptionist chair. You gather your belongings with haste, throwing everything into your shoulder bag before hightailing it out the door. Your keys jangle as you fumble with them, searching for the correct one to unlock your car. Eddie will be expecting you, although maybe not expecting you in the state that you’re in.

It doesn’t take long to get to the trailer park, your thighs pressing together in an attempt to provide even the smallest amount of friction as you drive along familiar roads. Your car is barely in park before you’re killing the engine, ascending the few steps to his trailer door and swinging it open without a knock to alert anyone inside. Wayne isn’t home anyway, so really what do you need to knock for?

Eddie’s frame appears in his bedroom doorway down the small hallway, his face brightening at the sight of you. You feel like you’re sweating just looking at him, your clothes suddenly too tight as the space between your thighs vibrates with need.

“Hey, baby. I didn’t expect you so soon, did you fly over here?” Eddie asks, a lighthearted joke, but he’s not far from the truth.

You don’t even answer him, slipping off your shoes before you’re trodding down the hallway, throwing your arms around his neck when you reach him.

“Baby, what’s—” he starts to speak, only for you to cut him off with a hot kiss to his lips. His voice dies against your mouth, fizzling into a soft whimper as you tug his bottom lip between your teeth.

“Missed you so bad,” you murmur. Your nervousness over how he’d react is tossed out the window, unwilling to wait any longer. “And I’ve been wanting you all fucking day,” you ramble, kissing him between words. “I need you,” you plead, letting a hand fumble with his belt buckle.

He makes a sound that’s halfway between a gasp and a laugh, kissing you before speaking. “Do you not want to go to dinner?” he asks, tilting his head slightly to the side.

“I do,” you admit with a pout. “But I need you right now.” Your hands are on a mission, palming him urgently through denim as if he might disappear any second, never to be touchable again.

The corner of his mouth twitches up in a soft smirk, his thumbs rubbing over your hipbones where his hands hold them.

“I’ve never seen you this needy, sweetheart,” he teases you, brushing his lips across the shell of your ear before he bites at the lobe. “But I like it.”

You whine at this, the slightest touch, and he breathes a quiet laugh.

“Please, Eddie, don’t tease,” you beg as he noses your chin up, kissing at your neck.

He doesn’t listen, taking his time trailing kisses down your soft skin and letting his hands wander but never close enough to where you need him. You can feel yourself dripping, making a mess of your panties. His big hands squeeze your ass, taking greedy handfuls. You let out a moan, louder than you’d intended, earning the nip of his teeth against your skin. Taunting.

You’re riled up, frustrated beyond belief, huffing where you stand before you decide you’ve had enough.

You press your hands to his chest, pushing him off of you. He’s surprised by the action, giving you the opportunity to grab the collar of his shirt, pulling him over to his bed and letting him fall onto the mattress. He sits on the edge of it, looking up at you equal parts dumbfounded and turned on. Your hands hurriedly undo the hefty buckle on his belt, unzipping his jeans as you start to straddle his lap. His cock is throbbing, leaking as it lays in waiting in your hand once you retrieve it from its confines.

“Told you not to tease,” you say. His big brown eyes roam over your face, his pretty lips parted just slightly in a state of awe. “I need you to fuck me. Now.”

“Yes ma’am,” he obeys, but it’s less him doing the work and more you taking control.

You ruck your skirt up, pushing the fabric of your panties to the side and lining yourself up with his cock, sliding slowly down onto the length of him. Your name escapes his lips as his leaves yours, already starting to rock your hips against his.

He holds you firmly in place on his lap, guiding your movements to the best of his ability. The stretch he provides you with is delicious, exactly what you’d been craving, the entirety of him filling you up perfectly.

“You’re so fucking soaked, baby,” he remarks, bringing one hand up to briefly run through his messy curls, his cheeks already flushed pink. “Feel bad you had to wait so long for me while you’ve been this worked up.”

He’s teasing you, kind of. Pitying you in a way that only makes you ache further. You bounce faster on him, steadying yourself with your hands on his shoulders. He’s cursing under his breath as you’re fucking yourself on his length, riding him with a fervor and determination he hasn’t seen from you yet. He finds it hotter than he’d have ever expected, seeing you in such a state, and it’s taking everything he has not to finish early.

Lucky for him you aren’t far behind, desperate to cum after waiting all day. He lets one of his thumbs lazily circle your clit, sensing your desire to let go in the way your brows furrow in concentration.

Strings of moans tumble from your mouth, curse after curse of his name as you quicken your pace. Your head tips back, pure ecstasy coursing through you as you take what you want from him unashamedly. The rough pad of his finger on your clit makes you feel like you’re on fire, ablaze beneath his touch. His hips buck to meet your bounces, the tip of his cock pressing over and over against your sweet spot.

“Eddie—” you gasp, just as you fall apart on top of him. Your walls grip him like a vice, making him bite down on his lip.

He works you through your high, pulling out when he can’t possibly hold off his orgasm any longer. He pumps his cock in his fist a few times before he spills against your skin, cum dripping down your pussy.

Both panting, sweaty messes, you meet each other’s eyes and laugh.

“Feel better now, sweets?” he asks, lips pressing against yours in a heated kiss.

You break away momentarily, cradling his face in your hands. “You have no idea.”

He smiles. “Well, for what it’s worth, you have permission to use me whenever you need me.”

“Thank god,” you sigh, smiling against his cheek. “Cause I don’t think I’m done for the night.”

[oneforthemunny]

EVIEEEEE i’m fucking feral over janitor!eddie rn 🥵 how about this for the blurb game:

janitor!eddie, fluff/smut, maternity lingerie

ur welcome 🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭

oooh you're about to send the girlies into HEAT!!!! ahhh!!! slightly smutty a little sweet bc how could it not be??? minors dni

"I feel disgusting." You huffed, looking down at your swollen abdomen, your swollen hands, swollen ankles. You felt like a giant balloon, ready to pop, but still so far away from release. Seven months, two more to go, and you weren't sure how you were going to do it.

Lisa frowned at you. "Well, you look good." She countered. "Glowing."

You rolled your eyes, letting your shoulders roll. "You're lying." You muttered. "I'm just sweating. That's not a glow."

Lisa laughed. "You're so hard on yourself! You look amazing!" She insisted. "You're glowing, and you've got the cutest fucking bump in the world!"

You looked down at your overalls, your bump snug against them. "I don't know why you think you look bad. I've seen people who look bad during pregnancy- I looked bad during pregnancy. Believe me, it's not you. You look radiant."

"I'm swollen. I'm disgusting." You shook your head. "I know Eddie has got to be exhausted from all my mood swings. I know I am."

Lisa's lips pursed in thought. "When was the last time you and Eddie had sex?"

"Lisa-" You hissed, looking around at the tables of people around you.

"Seriously. When was the last time you did? Nothing makes you feel prettier than getting some loving." She winked at you. "Put on something sexy and seduce your husband."

You shook your head, looking down at the table. "I don't think Eddie would find this hot." You muttered, nodding down at your bump.

Lisa scoffed. "Have you met Eddie? He worships you." She rolled her eyes, grabbing her tea. "Let's go. We're going shopping for you."

Later that night, Lisa had insisted Ollie come over for a sleepover with her son, giving you a wink before she left.

"Guess we have the night to ourselves." Eddie smiled sweetly. "Do you want me to make you something? Or do you want to try and finish the nursery?"

You shifted nervously. "Um, not tonight." You muttered. "I was kinda thinking we could maybe spend some time together?" Your eyes met his.

Eddie beamed, lighting with excitement, soothing your jittery nerves. He was still there, still your husband, the same love of your life he was before. "Yeah, that sounds great, sweetheart." Eddie hummed, stepping closer to you. "What do you have in mind?"

"I, um, I actually bought something." Your voice shook slightly, swallowing to steady it. "I want to show it to you."

"Yeah?" Eddie's brows raised.

You nodded. "Stay right here." You pointed to the couch. "I-I'll be right back."

The lingerie wasn't as sexy as what you usually bought, but it was still pretty. You spun in the mirror, the fluttering babydoll lace top swaying with you. A matching pair of panties, blush and lace to match the top, that weren't the usual thongs. A little more covering that what you were used to, but looking at yourself in the mirror, you hated to admit Lisa was right but...

You felt pretty. Sexy, even.

You only hoped Eddie would feel that same way, butterflies erupting in your tummy with every soft step down the carpeted hallway. "Close your eyes!" You called.

"Alright." Eddie laughed lightly.

You peeked around the corner, his eyes closed, lounging on the couch. Stepping carefully, you stood in front of him, the coffee table between the two of you.

"Ok," You took a deep breath. "Open your eyes."

Eddie's lashes lifted, eyes widening at the sight of you. His jaw dropped slightly, gaze roaming furiously over your figure.

You felt vulnerable under it, shifting from foot to foot, swaying nervously. "D-Do you like it?" You squeaked.

Eddie stuttered in response, rambling and words jumbled. "Y-You- Yeah, yeah of course I-" Eddie's eyes met yours. "You look incredible."

Your body burned with heat, grinning sheepishly at him. "Really?" You asked. Eddie nodded dumbly. "Because, you don't have to say that if-if you don't want to do this, I get it. I just... I don't know, Lisa thought it would be a good idea, and we haven't in a while-"

"-No," Eddie shook his head, eyes still wide. "I-I definitely want to. I really, really," He stood, stepping towards you, shin hitting the coffee table and shoving it clumsily.

"Shit," Eddie hissed, blushing. "Sorry, I didn't- I- Yes, I want to." Eddie nodded, tongue thick in his mouth, heart skipping, rambling the way he did when you two first started dating. You still made him nervous, made his heart race like he was in junior high again.

"I-I didn't know you felt like this." Eddie admitted, stepping towards you, hands settling onto your hips. "I would've, ya know, we could've taken care of this a while ago."

You giggled shyly, your hands sliding over his tee shirt, toying with his necklace. "I-I didn't think you wanted to." You admitted, not meeting his eyes. "I thought... Y'know, thought you thought I looked... weird or gross or something."

"What?" Eddie gaped, breath strangled in shock. "Gross? Are you- Baby, no, no."

You looked up at him carefully. "Really?"

"Yeah, yeah, like-like the opposite. The complete opposite." Eddie nodded furiously, swallowing the spit that was pooling in his mouth, looking at you in front of him. "I knew you didn't feel good, and I just thought you weren't in the mood. Thought it would be kinda asshole-ish of me to try and fuck you while you're not feeling good."

You giggled, hands snaking up his shoulders, wrapping around his neck. "Well, I'm feeling good now." You purred, the familiar sensual tone back in your voice, a little shakier than usual. "I'd like for both of us to feel good now."

"Yeah?" Eddie grinned, nose brushing with yours. "I can do that. I can make you feel good." He pulled you closer to him, your bump pressed to his skin, his hands on your back, pulling you in for a hot, sloppy kiss.

[amymbona]

Priest Patrick with a neck tattoo please forgive me 🫦🫦😫😫🤤 I’m also feral rn

He's a new priest in town, looking completely different to the old, smelly man who used to previously occupy the church, kind of edgy with the tattoo poking from the high collar of his cloak. And he's pretty young too. Most people would mistake him for one of those skater boys, the type that is pretty much despised in the small, catholic town, but he has to be respected, of course.

Upon attending the first Sunday church under his directing, you discover how soft spoken he is, and you could listen to him recite from the bible for hours. When you're leaving the church, the two of you lock eyes, and it's as if sparks fly between the two of you, even over the entirety of the building. Your mother ushers you out, still slightly suspicious of this whole church re-arrangement.

You're hard to discourage, though, and decide to ditch working at the market one day just to go spy on the man. Not in the traditional way, though, as you don't want to risk falling into some deep shit.

The giant door creaks as you enter the church. Empty. Your boots echo in the empty space as you call out a soft "Hello?"

He appears soon after, dressed a bit more casually in simple shirt and pants - both black - the top button of his shirt undone, allowing you to get a better glimpse of the tattoo on the side of his neck.

"Good morning, dear," he speaks as calmly as ever, offers you a soft smile too. For moment, he doesn't even look like a priest, just like a normal thirty-something guy you could meet every day. "How may I assist you?"

Oh, dear, he could assist you in many ways, but none of them are compatible with what the God says. You gulp, slowly closing the distance between the two of you, and it almost feels like the walls of the church are closing around you with each step you take, suffocating you, screaming get out, get out!

"I- I was just wondering... I wanted to see you," mentally, you curse yourself for giving him such a stupid answer.

A smile finds its way on his handsome face, his sharp canines shining like stars as he steps closer, tilting his head to the side in question. "See me? Are you hoping for an advice or a confession?"

Yeah, you'd probably need to confess a lot of things. But you shake your head, glancing down at your shoes in shame as a light layer of blush paints your cheeks. Hopefully, he can't see that.

"No, no. I was just - I guess - curious," you admit, and then you think you hear him chuckle.

"What could possibly make you curious about me, dear girl?"

Good question. Perhaps it's that kind smile and honest expression, completely contrasting with the perverse face of the catholic church, or the genuine worry and care he has for every single of the visitors. Or, it could he the devilish hint of something unacceptable, something that all the mothers roll their eyes about, because a priest can't have a tattoo.

"A lot of things, actually," you shrug, looking up at him once again, "You're sort of a phenomenon, here."

Patrick throws his head back with a laugh, crossing arms over his chest casually. God, is he beautiful. "I've noticed. Do you think I'm one as well?"

"Perhaps. You don't meet a priest like yourself every day," you offer some hint of a compliment with a gentle chuckle, feeling as if you're just making yourself look worse and worse.

But he doesn't think that. On the contrary, he thinks you're the most real creature that has entered this church so far. Completely honest and delicately yourself, not bothering to hide behind your belief, that might not be as serious as his. And he respects that, as long as you respect God.

"I'm going to take that as a compliment, darling," fuck, the nickname makes your head spin.

And you blush, "It was one, yeah."

Some sort of a silence settles around the two of you, and while Patrick is studying your face, he notices you stealing glances at the tattoo. It doesn't bother him, he's used to it. People often find it far from traditional that he has accessorized his body like that, even though his religion doesn't forbid that in any way.

"Do you wanna see?" he asks, snapping you out of the trance.

"Huh?" you gulp, eyes flicking back up to meet his own. "What?"

He hooks a finger around the collar of his shirt and tugs it down, exposing not only a few freckles on his chest but mainly the full length of that tattoo. "C'mere."

You're almost entranced by the gentle command, and your feet carry you on your own before you stop in front of him. And you can almost smell him, the gentle whiff of books, leather and black tea, the softness of it wanting you to fall into his arms.

Having grown up in the little catholic town, this is actually the first tattoo you're ever seeing in person. It's fairly simple, a sharp petalled flower blooming under his ear, crawling down in the shape of a serpent and then settled over the crook of his shoulder in a medieval-ish ornament, looking like one of the sculpted decorations on the wall.

"That's nice," you breathe out, the soft huff of air hitting his exposed skin. With your face so close, he's almost tempted to pull you even closer. But he knows he shouldn't, because you're too young and familiarly beautiful, and your parents believe in God's supremacy perhaps even more than he does. And he doesn't have the soul to corrupt you in any way.

[scoopsahoy]

alr i have kind of a wild request so ignore me if you dont wanna write it. you and eddie go to a house party thrown by steve (before they really knew each other) and you're dressed really provacatively. yall argue, he calls you a whore/slut, and you slap him and that awakens a new kink he didn't know he had, and yall fuck

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✰  tw ⋰ none :)

❍  cw ⋰ possessive eddie, swearing, sex + fingering, handjob, face sitting, masturbation, oral (female receiving), top!reader, dirty talk

៚  a/n ⋰ i am ✨ovulating✨ at the moment so i'm a bit feral and horny rn, maybe this will clench that thirst

✐  masterlist

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The second Eddie laid his eyes on you tonight, he felt rage bubble up in his chest. He wasn't a jealous guy by any means, but this... He couldn't help it. Seeing you in that short, tight dress with heels that accentuated your calves — your tits on full display, smushed together and jiggling with every step. It was too much for him to handle.

You wore the dress for him, knowing it would drive him up the wall with desire. But when you looked over at him, all you saw was angry jealousy. You were talking to Steve Harrington, who had a reputation of sleeping around at his parties.

You had zero intention of being the next notch on his belt, but you decided to play into Eddie's jealousy and make it worth your while.

He was protective of you. After all, you were the only girl in Hawkins who loved the Freak. And after finding you, he never intended on letting you go.

Just then, another guy with a reputation of being a bit of a man whore walked up and started a conversation with both of you. When you went to take another sip of the god-awful keg beer in your solo cup, you must've tipped it back too far and a few drops of it landed on your chest. You wiped them up, licking the beer off of your hand.

And you could've sworn you saw smoke blow out of both of Eddie's ears at this. This was the final straw, and he charged over to you, grabbing your bicep.

"Hey, babe," you said innocently.

"Can I talk to you? Alone?"

"Sure." You handed your cup to Steve. "Want the rest?"

Before he could respond, you were being dragged away by Eddie, who pulled you all the way upstairs to Steve's room (unintentionally) and shut the door behind you.

"What's up?" You kept the innocent tone.

"What's up? What's up? Seriously?"

"What? What's wrong, babe?"

"You know what's wrong."

"Enlighten me." You did know what was wrong. You knew completely. He let his jealousy get the better of him and couldn't handle the thought of other men lusting over you. He walked over to you, getting in your face.

In a low, deep voice, he said, "You show up to this party in that... dress. Showing every possible square inch of yourself."

"For you."

"No, no, no. Not for me. Not just for me."

"I don't know what you're talking about." Your tone was coy, fighting back a grin. "I think I'm actually dressed pretty modestly."

"Drop the act, Y/N." You rolled your eyes.

"What, I thought you liked public teasing."

"Yeah, when you're not surrounded by guys who would fuck the living daylights out of you."

"I think you're overestimating their abilities."

"You know both Steve and that other guy would fuck anything that moves, and you sit there, dripping beer on your tits and fake flirting with them."

"God, Eddie, I'm sorry. You normally go for this shit. How was I supposed to know it was any different?"

You turned to walk away from him.

"Because you're not usually dressed like a whore."

Without even a second to let that simmer, you were turning back around to face him, and your hand smacked him across the face so hard he froze, his head turned to the side.

You didn't even realize you were doing that before you could stop yourself. It was like instinct took over and you couldn't control yourself.

Neither of you moved for a few seconds. You were breathing heavily, both with rage and surprise.

He raised a hand to his cheek, flexing his jaw. His skin was red and hot, and the look in his eyes changed.

"Well, I guess... I probably deserved that."

"You think?"

Something out of the bottom corner of your vision caught your eye. You looked down to see a quickly growing tent in his pants.

"Eddie-"

"That was, uh... kinda hot."

"What?"

"I think... I liked that."

"What, getting slapped?"

He nodded. "It felt kind of good."

"You're joking."

A few seconds of silence passed before he grabbed your face and slammed your lips together. You immediately kissed back and he began backing you up towards the bed, dropping you down onto it.

"What's the word?" he asked, beckoning your safe word out of you.

"Zeppelin."

He smiled. "Good girl. Want me to fuck you on Harrington's bed, hm?"

"Yes," you moaned, his fingers wrapping lightly around your throat.

Without another word, he dropped to his knees on the floor, grabbing you by the thighs and yanking you towards him. Your ass was practically hanging off the bed, the only thing separating his mouth and your pussy being your underwear.

That didn't last long though, as they slid off your legs easily. He shoved them into his pocket, not intending to give them back for the night. The thought of you going commando at a party right after sex only made him harder, if that was even possible.

"What do you want?" he asked, his breath on your wet skin making you squirm.

"Eddie, please," you muttered, looking down at him.

"Uh-uh, you have to say it. 'Please' won't get you what you want."

"God, Eddie. I want your face buried in me."

"In where?"

"In my pussy. Please."

He didn't comply. He loved to tease you. Make you crumble under him. Instead of doing what you were asking for, he decided to finger you as slowly as humanly possible.

The initial touch was a bit of a relief, but his lack of speed could've made you cry.

"I don't think so."

"Ugh, please."

"I already told you, please isn't gonna get you anything. We're gonna try something new."

Admittedly, this is not where you'd prefer to branch out and try new things. But he moved you off the bed, instead taking your place laying down. He was on his back, his head on the pillow. He motioned for you to come over to him and mount him.

You complied, but he moved you up even further. You were straddling his face, looking down at him.

"What are you doing?" you asked.

Without answering you, he wrapped his arms around your hips from behind and pulled your body down, finally latching onto your clit with his mouth.

You gripped the headboard and gasped, immediate relief from the teasing making you feel warm.

"Fuck," you whispered, one hand reaching down to place itself on top of his. As you ground into his face, you couldn't help but feel like you were suffocating him. You tried to move backwards a little bit and give his nose more room, but his grip on you was strong, keeping you exactly where he wanted you.

You reached behind you and cupped his crotch with your hand and he groaned into you. Your head was thrown back, your back arched and your hips desperately swaying into his tongue.

"Fuck, Eddie, I'm not gonna last much longer."

He tried his damndest to hold you still, but for some reason this position was much more intense than normal oral. So when you finally came — hard — you were glad there was music blasting outside.

You tried to cover your mouth with your hand, but he reached up and pulled it away, wanting to hear your whines and moans. Watching you from this angle was driving him insane. He'd never seen how much you really move when you cum, as you were normally on your back. But right now you could move freely, and you couldn't control yourself.

When he finally stopped his tongue, he scooched you down to sit in his lap. He sat up and wrapped his arms around your waist, holding you close.

He kissed you roughly, smearing your lipgloss all over your faces.

"Baby," he whispered, looking up at you.

"Hm?"

"I want you to be on top tonight."

"But I'm never on top."

"I know. But I want you to be dominant this time."

"Eddie, I'm not dominant. You know that."

"When you slapped me... I liked it. I want you to do it again."

You furrowed your brows. "You... want me to hurt you?" He nodded. "That was in the heat of the moment. I don't think I could do it again if I tried."

"Then I want you to choke me, like I do to you." You gently placed your fingers around his neck, your fingertips pressing lightly. "Just like that. But harder." You squeezed the sides of his throat. His eyes lit up and he smiled. "There you go."

You also smiled a bit and pushed him down so he was laying on his back again. You crawled down between his legs, unbuckling his belt. Seeing you on top of him, undoing his clothes for him almost made him want to flip you over and fuck you as hard as he could. But the idea of you on top of him, fucking him, almost made him feel like he was going to combust.

Your hand around his girth broke him out of his imagination, a soft moan slipping out of his mouth.

"Y'know, the tables have turned a bit, here," you said seductively.

"Mhm."

"I'm used to you teasing me. But I don't usually get to do the teasing." You swiped your thumb over his swollen tip, which made him jump. "You like to go slow when you tease me. Painfully slow." You calmly and casually stroked him, keeping your speed at a minimum. "Now you get to see how it feels."

He was a puddle under you. Normally when you gave him handjobs, you would use both hands, as that's what it took to completely engulf him. But right now, you were only using one. And it was driving him insane. You could see his stomach muscles tensing, rippling at the lack of motion.

"Y/N, please."

"Ah-ah-ah. What was it you said to me earlier? 'Please' won't get you what you want." He chuckled at this, silently cursing himself for saying that. "You want me to fuck you?"

You weren't sure where you mustered up this confidence. Maybe it was seeing him writhing under you, you finally understood what it was like from his perspective.

Having someone whimpering and begging at your actions, pleading for more. Needing more from you.

"Yes."

"How bad?"

"So fucking bad."

You slowly licked a single stripe up from the base to the tip of his cock, making him thrust his hips gently.

You giggled to yourself, adjusting your position again so your hips were on top of his. His dick was pinned between his stomach and your wet pussy. You ground against it, sliding him through your folds.

His hands were on your thighs, his nails slightly digging into your skin.

"Tell me how much you want it," you whispered, reaching down and pushing his hair off his face.

"I need it so bad, baby."

"How bad?"

"So bad that if you don't fuck me right now I'm gonna flip you over and do it myself."

Without another word, you sunk down onto him, both of you sighing of relief. You threw your head back and got used to him inside of you, not used to having to make the next move.

You braced yourself on his abdomen, your hands pressing into his skin.

You got your rhythm down pretty quickly, figuring out how to maneuver your hips and not your whole body. And not long after, your hand found his throat, pressing against the sides.

His eyes rolled back into his head, the slight lack of oxygen at your control feeling ridiculously good. He couldn't believe he hadn't asked you to do this before.

He was beginning to give into the urge of thrusting, and when you noticed, you stopped your movements and stopped choking you.

"What happened?" he whined. That tone was an insane turn-on, how desperately, frantically he needed you.

"No moving," you commanded, which was something he would say to you when he would eat you out. "Keep your hips completely still or I stop."

"God, you're good at this."

You began moving again, and it didn't take long for him to get close. Normally he lasted for a while, but being dominated made him feel like he was going to bust after only about three minutes.

"Y/N, I'm getting close."

"Not yet."

"What?"

"No cumming yet. You have to wait."

The roles were reversed. He loved edging you, forcing you to hold off your orgasm until he said you could cum. And you understood why. Holding someone's orgasm in your hands, forbidding them to reach it until you allowed it was doing something to you.

"I can't- I can't wait," he choked, really squeezing your skin.

"Too bad, you have to." You reached down and began masturbating, getting yourself there so he could too. You squeezed his neck as you felt the familiar sensation building in your belly. "I'm getting close too, I'll tell you when."

He screwed his eyes shut tightly, throwing his head back. He looked heavenly in this position, putty in your hands. He was mumbling 'fuck, fuck, fuck' to himself, taking everything in him to hold his cum in.

"Eddie," you squealed. "Cum."

You'd never heard him scream when he came, but this ripped through him. He was incapable of being quiet like he normally was. His grunts and groans were animalistic and caveman-like. You'd never heard sounds like this come from him. Maybe it was the oxygen being cut off, or the position.

He couldn't resist thrusting his hips up as you came, which worked out perfectly because you could barely move as you trembled.

Tears fell down your cheeks and you moaned so loudly it hurt your throat.

When he stopped moving, you laid your chest against him, his cock still inside of you. You breathed in sync, neither of you opening your eyes. Eventually, he wrapped his hands around your back and held you close.

He planted a kiss to the top of your head and smirked.

"Jesus fucking Christ, Y/N. We should've done this forever ago."

"Yeah," was all you could muster.

It took you guys a moment to move, but when you finally did, you pulled your dress back down to cover your thighs.

"Can I have my underwear back?" you asked.

"I think I'll keep 'em. Make it a reminder not to flirt with other guys."

"But if I never teased you, this would've never happened."

He laughed. "Very true. Maybe I'll allow it sometimes."

[neverchecking]

I have a brain rot for sage, hes challenging the chain for their time with player/reader, he basically wants all His/Her/Them's attention, of course none of the chain and sage are going to "play" fair their going to cheat no matter what. the only ones he might not win against is time, FD and maybe twilight. wind, four, Hyrule, and sky would do sad puppy eyes to get cuddle time, twilight and legend turn into their animal form to get pettings, sage and wild would cook food to get points for being delicious. (etc.etc.) just some yandere shenanigans for attention. the challenges he did were sword fighting, bow and arrow targeting, sparing, arm wrestling, and so forth.

-Eevee

Okay, last one for the night! I figured since this isn't really a request, I could spitball some more of my headcanons for our beloved Sage.

Jk it delted itself so I gave up and went to bed bc last time I tried to push through I wasn't happy with the end product, so sorry for the delay!

For those of you who don't know, Sage is another name for the Tears of the Kingdom Link--dubbed Hero of the Zonai-- should we decide he is not in fact Wild.

For the Wild and Facesitting request, it's in progress I promise! I try to go in order with my requests, but like I said, this is more headcanons versus a scenario. It should be out tomorrow later today so look out for that ;)

ANYWAY-

Y'all. The amount of Sage requests in my inbox right now? You guys are feral for this man and I love it. So I'm here to feed you guys.

TotK spoilers below!

・❥・Okay, so lemme start this off by saying. I have done you all wrong. And for that I apologize.

・❥・Because our wonderful @wayfayrr has opened my eyes to new possibilities that I would've never even thought of. So everyone say thank you rn >:(

・❥・So let's make some amendments!

・❥・First off, let's talk about nicknames. I love the idea that Reader, and only Reader, can call him anything other than Sage. And calling him other herb-related nicknames? Kills me. He is a flushing red mess the first time it happens. You had deemed him worthy of a nickname? You considered him person enough to have a moniker that wasn't also a title? If he was down bad before, it's so much worse now. Because you see him as a person. He's sure the others just see him as a means to the end. The second one of them, maybe save Wind, try it, he's shooting them daggers and snarling at them for even daring to try and impeach your privilege. (I also love the Calm, Wild and Feral thing, I thought that was so freaking clever.)

・❥・And you know how each of the hero's have their own 'sword' right? Well, what if Sage's was the Master Sword Remastered? Like Sky's (Like most of their Master Swords actually) but now it's been boosted by ten thousand years worth of direct light magic. (Does the Zonai time fall before Skyward Sword or after? I have no idea where they fall on the timeline tbh.). Just a thought. It could also be a gloom sword which probably wouldn't effect him as hard in other timelines because there's no demon king to power it, but it probably does hurt the others if they try to touch it.

・❥・Now, the juicy part. Let's retouch on Wild's and Sage's relationship. I originally said that Sage was okay with him? I lied. Wayfayrr has opened my eyes.

・❥・Sage probably can't fucking stand Wild. As they said, this is a version of him that didn't have this second adventure. Got to rest and distant himself from the Hero Title. And that just pisses him off. Why did he get the shittier hand? Why did he have to do it all over again? Why when this failure got to get off easy? Why couldn't he have the same grace, huh? What made them so different?

・❥・And if we're using the past oneshot (Here!) as they're 'canon' meeting, this filth let you get hurt. You were hurt before meeting him, which means that they can't be trusted with you. Especially Wild. So Sage cannot stand you being near Wild. At all. It eats at him and he doesn't last long before splitting the two of you up.

・❥・Calamity is even worse. There is probably an active hate towards Calamity (In this Yandere world, in a normal, not toxic world? They probably work out their differences a little better). This was a version of him who didn't even have to die to complete his quest. And this just shows that Fraud has favorites and it's not him.

・❥・You know who else he probably doesn't like? Twilight. Now, hear me out. This is purely me just spitting this out, but Sage has to be aware. He listens when they don't think he does, he's awake when they think he's not, he's watching when they don't even know he's there.

・❥・So he probably picks up on all of their little secrets. Meaning he knows Twilight is Wolfie. And (I think this is Canon is LU but I'm not sure) Wild had Wolfie as a guide. Which means Sage had Wolfie as a guide. The difference? When he needed him the second time, left stumbling around like a newborn fawn crawling out of the shrine all over again, he was left alone. He was fighting robots with a fucking Stick. He fused a mushroom to a shield just to buy himself more time. At one point, he was fusing a long stick to another long stick just to fight from a distance to save his battered body. Rauru did as much as he could, but there were some times he wished he was left for dead.

・❥・Not anymore as that means he would've never met you, but then? different story.

・❥・They also brought up that Sage probably doesn't stop at just cooking your food and I agree. When on the road, he for sure goes straight to the source. If he doesn't know exactly where it came from, it's not going anywhere near his Goddess. Nope. Not a chance in the gloomy depths from hell.

・❥・He's going to farmers themselves rather than merchants for produce, hunting any protein himself, climbing trees for eggs, he probably even makes his own butter. Now, because he's also cooking savy this for sure makes the rivalry between him and Wild widen. Wild is set in his cook for the chain, not you. Sage can't trust them to not hurt you again. Whose to say they don't over spice the food? Or undercook the fish? Or drop shells into the egg?

・❥・He can't trust them and may force you to pick one of the other. Depending on who you chose, he'll either hold his victory up high or work even harder to separate you from the chain. Can't you see, Reader? They aren't good for you.

・❥・When it comes to the Gloom, he for sure uses to his advantage. You know he's been infected, but you don't know how much light he's gathered to dispel it. At this point, he's probably gotten most, if not all of it, out, but you don't know that. And he preys on that fact.

・❥・Oh, the Traveler wants to down to the river with you? But, Reader, there's something rotten in his chest and he's stumbling against trees, exaggerating his steady steps just in case to really sell it. He needs you by his side, can't you see?

・❥・Oh, the captain is trying to get you to settle with him for the night? But, Reader, he's tossing and turning, feigning sleep and acting just enough to catch your attention. He's listening, ears pricked, just to hear you swiftly apologize before your gently hands are laying on his shoulders and he's won again.

・❥・And because his Hyrule is one of, if not the most dangerous Hyrules, he's given so much ammo to keep you tethered to him. You can't trust anyone, don't you know? The Yiga uptake has skyrocketed and they are everywhere, along with Ganon's new ability to make puppets? Can't you see how you can't trust any of them?

・❥・He even entertains you when you come up with the idea to have a secret saying between just the two of you as a fail safe. (It's probably something like 'Deforestation Enthusiast' because of how the two of you met.) Anything to have you pulling further away from the Chain and into his arms.

・❥・If it begins to take longer than expected, Sage is not above letting you wander just enough in his Hyrule. Maybe you set off a bit of Gloom hands (Or maybe he nudges them in your direction, hard to tell, really) and they go charging at you. The others don't know how to deal with them, but he does. He saves your life before the others even know what hit them. He's cooing into your ear, reassuring that where the others fail, he would never dream of it. He's whispering that he knows how scary the feeling of those hands are. He knows how freezing the feeling of sudden restriction, only accompanied by the burning sizzle of malice, is. He knows and he understands, but he's right here. He'd never let anything happen to you. Not like the other frauds.

・❥・Now, all that being said, Sage for sure does not play fair. Oh no. He does challenge them in his own ways, but does it in a way that can only reflect badly on them should they call him out on it.

・❥・He's fighting (Picking apart) with Wars and Calamity on their sparring routines, angling it in just a way that should they snap back he can turn on the innocent little look with a 'But I'm just trying to protect you. I don't know how any of you fight, I'm still learning.' Just in time for you to catch them barking at him to 'Learn faster' and it just falls perfectly into place.

・❥・He's calling out Twi and Four every time they try to wander off (Probably to bring out Wolfie or split to relieve a headache of sorts) because 'The woods are dangerous, what are they doing going off alone?' and now they can't leave because all eyes are on them and he's restricting their movement without even really trying. They wanna go foraging? But he and ...Wild were their best foragers and they were busy with dinner (That was something bitter to get out).

・❥・And wow, Time, Legend and Fierce have so many secrets, can you really trust them? Sage has laid down his entire adventure to you, and regardless if Reader is a LoZ player and knows of them regardless, Sage told you. Those two are trying to hide from you. He would never.

・❥・Wind, Hyrule and that filthy disgrace want to drag you along to go Shield surfing? Reader, do you know how dangerous that is? Especially with someone's track record. Here, you wanna go riding on this motorized wagon he just happens to have on hand? (Between the Zonite in his Purah pad, he can build any component necessary.)

・❥・Not even Sky and First are safe as he uses carefully laid words to sully their once golden image towards you. Afterall, they're so close to Hylia, whose to say they aren't behind all of this?

・❥・Now, you said that the only ones he may not win against are Time, Fierce and Twilight, but like I said, I can imagine him loathing Twilight, so instead, may I suggest First.

・❥・Time and Fierce are both pretty burly dudes that demand some semblance of respect and while Sage has muscles, he's not overly tall. So while he doesn't bow, he may just back off from their forefront for a while.

・❥・Now, First. He's probably the only one who can put Sage back in his place of the hierarchy. It's the first in the timeline, versus the last (As of right now). And it's not pretty. They probably go to blows a few times when you're out of ear shot.

・❥・The problem is that First can only push him back when you're out of ear shot and Sage makes it a point to keep you as close as humanly possible.

・❥・And while yes, some of them may use puppy eyes, Sage is not above using pity to get what he wants because he just hurts so badly don't you know?

・❥・He unfortunately can't do anything about wolves or rabbits. If they manage to disappear before he can call them out on it, he's left bitterly sulking as Wolfie laps at your cheeks or dumb rabbits nose at your hand. He may know who they are, but not even he's cruel enough to call them out (Yet) because that would just pit you against him. They weren't his secrets to tell, you would scold, and he just couldn't handle that possibility.

・❥・The biggest difference between Sage and Wild, one that the chain will fail to realize right away, is that Sage is much more experienced. He is on his second, THIRD if you count the pre-calamity, adventure. He knows everything Wild does, and more. Wild knows how to improvise and adapt, Sage can do it faster. Wild knows how to forage and concoct incredibly potent elixirs? Sage can do it tenfold with half the ingredients. He knows all the little tips and tricks and is not only backed up by the champion's gifts-- should they have remained-- but now he has the sages with him.

・❥・Like imagine their mid-battle, they had forced you away from Sage just to create some distance (At long last) and mans comes rolling in a giant fucking robot. He's using Sidon's sage to shield you over and over again and decimating a battle field using nothing but Riju and an arrow. Hell, the bigger enemies are struck down by Yunobo crashing into them. Sage alone is enough to cut the enemy hordes in half through recall and sending their own attacks back at them or fusing together weapons they wouldn't have ever dreamed of with new abilities. Even his outfits give him benefits far beyond anything they could think.

・❥・You saw him as someone more than just Link. He wasn't just the Swordsman to you when that was who he was to everyone else. You dubbed him something far beyond what a damned sword made him.

・❥・And he would have to be four days dead before letting you go.

・❥・And as he's proven before, Not even death could truly kill him.

I am so glad I waited bc I like this one so much more than the one that was deleted.

[quitealotofsodapop]

Awh! Baby Yuebei loving dinos is everything to me!

Now I wanna see her family take her the dinosaur exhibit at a museum or science center or something. The science center near me has a whole exhibit for all things dinosaur related including fun interactive learning activities for little ones like fossil ecivission in rubber sand and life-size dinosaur animatronics in fake habitats we can walk through. I can't remember the rest rn, my favorite exhibit is the astronomy room! It's so dark in there, whole different vibe from all the others. But the whole building is like a science playground, the cubs(stoplight trio included, tho Redson is probably too much of a know-it-all to let himself enjoy it) would get a kick out of it. I can already imagine which exhibits some of them would enjoy.

-💜

yes! since Yuebei Xing as a character is tied to skulls and bones, I figured it would be cute that she'd have an interest in beings mostly know through their bones.

I know some larger museums have big sand pits to emulate excavations, like the one in New York. The zoo-aquarium in my granddads town has one of those walkable habitats too! The water/fake swamp was actually an aquarium for brackish water fish!

Now I'm loving the idea of Wukong letting the cubs go on a Museum Day to Megapolis, and ofc little kids love Natural History cus thats where the dinosaurs are! Tang pouts and wants to come along too - until Pigsy points out that he's a grown man that can pay his own ticket.

Wukong gets MK and Mei (and Redson since he's been pretty much adopted into the squad) to help bring the kids around to all the exhibits. When Wukong gets too tired to run around (especially cus of his condition), the Stoplight trio take over cub-wrangling duty while Wukong chills at the museum's cafe. Mei and MK treat it like a super-dangerous mission and try their best to engage in what's caught the cubs attentions. MK noticeably blanks in fear when he sees a model of Carboniferous bugs. Redson is a bit of smarty pants, but he's interested in the provided literature/the more obscure creatures on display. Tang is barely any help with babysitting since he gets as easily distracted as the cubs! XD

Yuebei is having the time of her life. Can't keep still for a moment - there's so many things to see and touch! And if there's an excavation pit - she's jumping straight in like a fox. No regards for her nice clothes, she's covered in sand and clay within seconds. Just absolutely feral over these bones.

Mei, pointing to a model: "Do you know what that is Yuebei?" Yuebei, holding a plush dino: "Ty-ranno-saur-us rex!" Mei: "Omg you're so good at this! What about that one?" Yuebei: "Pterro-dact-ill!" Mei: "Yup! Pterodactyl! It's a pretty cool dinosaur huh?" Yuebei, suddenly very serious: "Not dinosaur." Mei: "Huh?" Yuebei: "Not dinosaur." Red Son, reading a museum pamphlet: "She's correct. Pterosaurs are a different branch of archosaur separate from Dinosauria. It's like comparing snakes to lizards." Mei: "Omg! You're so smart, baby girl!" Yuebei: "Thank." (*smug "I know" face*)

If Macaque is around post S3, he helps out with wrangling the kids, but he'd quickly get over-stimulated by all the sights and sounds - so MK would take over for him so dear bama/baba can sit down with Wukong and de-stress. Wukong and Macaque might just wander off into the quiet art gallery if it's nearby (usually is in my experience) and poke fun at the historic art.

The Eclipse twins I feel are more into the astronomy side of the museum (hard not to since Space) and demand that they stay for a lecture on objects in the solar system. And if there's a planetarium - oh boy you know the cubs (and the grown-ups too) are gonna be entranced by the projections of all the stars and planets.

Wukong, pointing to a star: "Hey I know that guy! We fought one time!" Tang: "...what?" Wukong: (*pointing to Zeta Piscium*) "Wood Wolf of Legs; Revati." Tang, gasping: "The Yellow Robed Demon." Wukong: "Yeah!" Luzhen, in baby babble: "He's very far away." (*tries grabbing for the projection of the star*)

The gift shop is decimated. XD

[kirabasai]

au where an ancient briar valley general accidentally gets tangled up in the space-time continuum when he combines his unique magic with teleportation, and gets spit out into general vanrouge's era. i'm thinking this is before levan or revan or however the fuck u spell his name disappeared. i'm going to be pasting parts of my original conversation with my friend bow_to_the_king (he doesn't have a tumblr but check out his ao3! he depicts fae and lilia beautifully) below, and THEN i will be adding my spitballing additions below the cut.

me: doing stuff rn but this brain bunny entered my head. general vanrouge x time traveler except the time traveler is a past briar valley general who disappeared one day. and is as feral as lilia so ofc they initially hate each other

me: brainrotted more. they're an owl fae

me: he's an owl fae?

me: she?

me: whatever's an owl fae

me: thinking... blue hair. so it's the blue/red trope

me: ok vibes for what i have of them so far is def not a she so. gonna refer to this time traveler w he and they until i settle on whatever sticks more

me: thinking their um is usually just jumping forward in time a bit. like 5 minutes max. they use it in combat decent bit because hey what works works u know?

me: until one day he's like. super desperate. so he used his um while teleporting. which mixes..... Badly. he gets tangled up in the spacetime continuum and spit out to somewhere near a camp of lilia and his soldiers

me: it would be rlly funny if this was a time that predated the animal masks. so they don't recognize lilia as someone from briar valley and lilia doesn't recognize him as someone from briar valley, because he has a cloak and mouth veil thingy (only eyes and some hair r visible)

me: so its like a huge misunderstanding until SOMEBODY works it out. but lilia and this dude r still bitter from their first impressions. so they r constantly at each other's throats and arguing over choices and whatever

me: it's like. a power / pride thing

me: and then something something something, something something something! dadadadada blah blah blah

me: and then they kiss

(- i said something around here abt being a literary genius)

me: i just love red/blue who start off in hate ok

me: technically enemies to lovers i suppose, even though they're actually on the same side.

king: Get that duality

king: Emotion enemies to lovers

king: Two alley cats that hiss at each other but end up cuddling eventually

me: and it's extra funny because they are similar

king: Ooooo do a but where they say the same thing at the same time and then proceed to glare at each other the rest of the meeting while trying to out do the other

me: it's funny because this dude is like. actually famous. he's in briar valley history books like lilia is in the present day.

me: everyone else is like oh my god... i can't believe im in the lost general's presence.... he's such an icon... i've looked at so many accounts of his battles..... while lilia is just like

me: die

me: i do not give a fuck

me: fight me

king: They get home from deployment and Owl gets flowers and such thrown at him and has people constantly wanting to talk to him and Lilia’s just stewing in contempt (and secretly territorial about every one monopolizing Owl’s time)

me: he actually is lowkey bitter about it "oh going out to greet your adoring fans instead of training?" and owl is like. "IM SORRY??? WHAT." and then they brawl

king: Oh my god

king: They’re Malfoy and Harry

king: Rivals to lovers

me: well yes

me: but in their heads they r enemies

me: so both technically

king: That adoring fan bit is absolutely something Malfoy would say to Harry

king: In like canon

me: shit you're right

me: ah well drarry is a classic i cant complain

me: just realized im at a point i should probably name owl…

king: Seras is a cool name

king: Seras is technically a female name meaning princess, fiery, or bright

(i noted this down and told king i usually collect a handful of different names & surnames and mix and match them until i find The name)

me: seras, emil, and cyrus/kir r my first name options

me: tbh i don't actually like cyrus/kir as much as seras and emil but i need to keep my options open wait wait wait

me: emil seras

me: lilia calling him seras not as in using his last name to be respectful but as in calling him princess to mock him

king: The general is a menace like that

and then at some point mid-convo

me: also while u were gone i played a bit in picrew typing to capture general owl fae's vibes

(i sent king the ref pics i made. courtesy of this picrew and this tiefling picrew.) [insert links]

king: Ooooooo those wings look gooooood

OKAY NOW ONTO MY YAPPING AND SPITBALLING BELOW THE CUT

first of all the CLOAK. the cloak is actually a necessity. it's a type of padded armor made of thick pressed wool tightly pressed together. not only is it warm, but the way the fibers connect together and work is that it stops piercing blows from swords. it even could stop very early bullets! (not modern day). from what i can tell, this was generally worn over the rest of somebody's armor? it also wasn't exclusively armor. shepherds and whatnot also used it to keep warm, and shield themselves from wind. generally there shouldn't be a hood, but i really wanted the hood. a little feature that stuck w the armor and apparel of briar valley soldiers through the centuries (because general lilia has a hood but no cape/cloak)

it's originated in the caucasus mountains, and is called a nabadi or burka. it was generally made from sheep wool (according to wikipedia, karakul wool which is central asian in origin). it is also a style of clothing customary of males in the caucausus region at that time. at some point, around the 18th century, russia appropriated it and made it apart of their armor (which is why it is also called a burka). you can learn more about the nabadi and padded armor in general here.

something i like to do is put little aspects of myself or my heritage into my characters, which is what i did here lol. i'm half kurdish and according to my father we (as in my clan i think) originated from the caucasus mountains and descended down to where we lived in the middle east (obligatory rip kurdistan).

i thought this form of armor would be quite suitable for emil, because not only does briar valley seem to be a very mountainous region (and mountains are COLD. also from what i can tell briar valley seems to be located quite up north so. extra cold.) additionally, some of the briar valley names just feel a bit. russian. if u will. such as lilia, zigvolt (ignoring the fact they immigrated), vanrouge, etc. also russia and the caucasus region in general? in asia. close to the middle east. which is also mostly in asia. sebek coming from an egyptian god and baul sounding a lot like baal. ik real world geography has no bearing on the cultural influences of the countries in twst, and it's more generally mashing a mix of cultures together, but it makes sense in my head.

so the cloak? 100% an essential and totally canonical to the briar valley region. (i did not expect to brainrot so hard on this part oh my god.)

[pandoraheadcanons]

I’ve seen some people saying it looks like Varang is wearing the cut-off kurus of other Na’vi in one of the teaser images. Thoughts on that?

I’m wondering if that might lead them to team up with the RDA maybe? Some anti-Eywa/tsahelu cult among the Na’vi that sever their own kuru like we see with the ferals in AFoP? (Though of course those were not willingly done)

Hey! I was just texting with my cousin about this actually!

So, tbh I didn't really want to believe they were kurus at first, bc of how totally gruesome that would be.

See, it makes me think of the og script, where Lyle murders Tsu'tey by severing his kuru. To me, that bore an extremely uncomfortable resemblance to scalping, and to have Lyle (white man) do that to Tsu'tey (indigenous man), would've been too horrible, and utterly tone deaf.

That being said, I'm "frontiers" we see the ferals still living without their kuru, though they're hardly living at all because a part of their brain has been taken.

To have someone live without a kuru I think would basically be a lobotomy. The script isn't canon, so it's entirely possible they may go the route of kuru-severance not being deadly. Actually as I'm typing I'm realizing that there /MAY/ have been a character from one of the mobile games or something who didn't have a kuru? I'll have to try and find that.

As for Varang, I am most inclined to believe those kurus are battle trophies. To remove someone's kuru would be the ultimate act of disrespect/desecration.

As for their beliefs, I'm not sure. I don't want to call them "atheists" per se, but they view Eywa as a more negative/controlling force. The lore hints that Eywa can maintain a certain level of control over the Na'vi, down to what individuals do in their lives as work. A rejection of Eywa would be a rejection of control (like how fire is hard to control once it's started).

The ash clan takes in outcasts, like Tsu'tey's parents. Na'vi who have rejected Eywa or society may end up there in a sort of "cult." It's hard to say rn with so little information, but I'm excited to keep making theories!

[oh-no-its-bird]

reading ur fic one step three steps rn and I don't usually read oc-insert fics but ichigo is SUCH a menace I love her to death... and the idea of this feral, unchecked little kid being put in kakashi's care is so good. he's gonna suffer so much but it'll be good for him I think 👍 anyway I can't help but wonder how things would go down with the whole. obito thing. because I can't help making everything about my favorite insane guy. do you think they'd bond over their love for making kakashi suffer. do you think they'd bond over their shared affinity for chaos. I don't know I just!! think they have so much potential as a duo ANYWAY sorry for rambling have a nice day

DJFBDKDJDJS IM SO GLAD YOU LIKE HER???

I'm also kind of in the boat of not especially liking or reading oc centered fics, I think making Ichigo was a bit easier for me than it would have been otherwise bc I really went into it treating her like a plot divice. Still am tbh. I love Ichigo but the story isn't there for her, it's there bc of her. I needed someone to stir shit up and bring up some very specific topics and issues, so she became that. And I fell a little in love with her character along the way

Inevitable tbh, it's probably impossible to write a character that much without finding or molding them into something you can like writing

Kakashi absoloutley deserves to be harassed by tiny children, and now he can't escape bc Ichigo is in his fucking house!! She's gonna bring back more (even tinier) children to harass him, starting with Naruto. He will never know peace.

ITS FUNNY YOU MENTION OBITO BC I ACTUALLY HAVE ALREADY WRITTEN SOME STUFF FOR HIM IN THE FUTURE WHENEVER HES INTRODUCED!!

I have so many notes and plans laid out for One Step Three Steps u don't even know

Anyways spoilers for the eventually Obito introduction in the fic, take a snippet for his introduction (it's liable to change tho, we won't be seeing Obito for a while in the fic)

"I . . . am Madara Uchiha."

Ichigo opened her mouth. Closed it. Opened it again.

Finally, in her flattest voice, she went, "No you're not."

The imposter paused, then shook his head and gave a sinister chuckle. It was a decent enough imitation but she'd seen Hashirama give a better Madara impression.

While drunk.

"I understand it's hard for you to believe, but the stories of my death were greatly exaggerated."

Ichigo aimed her best impression of Ojisan's unimpressed face at him. Lip curled in distaste and head tilted to stare down at him like he was a bug.

He twitched. It was a pretty good impression. (Better than his Madara one, anyways)

"No, you're not."

"Yes, I am."

"No. You're really not."

"Yes, I really am."

They stared at eachother, locked in stalemate, till she smirked.

"Ok sure, you're Madara-sama. What's my name then?"

"Um."

"Come on, Dara-chan," she batted her eyes at him innocently. "I'm sure you can remember."

He seemed to regain control of myself, straightening up and giving another echo of what might have been Madara's laugh. If he was a crazy cave hermit who'd decided to inject a gallon of cringe fail evil villain juice into his laughter, anyways.

"Come now, Ichigo, I know it's hard to believe but it really is me."

"Ha!" She shoved her hand towards him, pointing triumphantly. "My real name is Hatake Miko! I gave them a fake when I got here, and if you were the real Madara-sama you'd know that!"

"O-of course, Miko-chan, I was just testing you. I had to be sure you were the real Miko I remembered, after all."

"No, I lied I really am Ichigo." She deadpanned, giving him a little peace sign.

He staggered under some invisible weight, making a noise like a popped balloon.

"I don't usually kill children, but . . ." He mumbled to himself, and she scoffed.

"You don't even have his hair." She squinted at him, feeling insulted om Madara's behalf. "You're pretending to be Madara with hair like that? Have some standards.

[inkyquince]

another miguel thing?

yeah.

content warning. blood play, anal, a bit feral at times miguel, praise sorta, biting and scratching and general asshole miggy. 2.8k lol.

A SPECIAL thank you for @thelittletoadintheroad and @dokidokirozz for the spanish lessons, on gOD, i would be crying and shidding rn without them right now!

you're not his. He knows that. You were never his, not connected to him in any way. You belong to a different spiderman, another Peter. You. Are. Not. His.

But he wishes you were.

Your Peter refused to join unless you were with him. He didn't fully understand until later. You were that fucking addictive. Miguel was as bad as your Peter at times, seeing him when you were with him, and getting all mopey and fucking annoying when you were gone. Except your Peter wasn't as bad as him. Maybe because he actually had you.

Miguel didn't know when he got so bad. He.... He wasn't bad, not like the villains they were keeping contained, ready to be sent back to their own dimension. He wasn't evil. But at one point, something switched in his brain. You were so fucking good, and he didn't deserve you. Not after what he did, to an innocent girl, to a world of civilians.

He didn't deserve the goodness that came with being with you. You weren't universally beloved, not like the MJs and the Gwens usually are, but Miguel sees you. He sees why someone could rely on you. Sees why someone would go to pieces if they can't return home to you.

Trying to be friends with you doesn't fucking work. Miguel doesn't have proper "work friends" just people he gets along with and people he wants to stay quiet and go do their job. He struggles to remember a time if he actually did have people close to him. Other than...

Fuck.

He wasn't getting any closer to you by trying to be friendly. Not when your Peter was constantly hovering. Miguel was starting to taste blood in his mouth more and more, from dragging his tongue over his canines over and over again whenever he was around. It was worse when you were around.

Soft little thing. He always fucking towered over you. Blood in his mouth, hot and slippery on his teeth as you dropped by momentarily to talk to one of the Spideys. You were always out of reach, tantalising and distant and perfect... And not his.

"Late night?" Miguel was startled, but he didn't show it. His fingers barely even twitched as your voice.

"... Every night is a late night." He didn't turn around to look at you, but his senses were screaming at him.

You were coming closer, gait easy and unafraid, when you really fucking should be.

"That probably sucks for your sleep schedule. You're like a college student hopped up on energy drinks and coffee." You replied easily, leaning against one of the panels just to peer at him.

Miguel's fingers paused for a second, almost feeling the heat radiating off of you.

"... I don't need much sleep." He finally replied, before continuing his work, fingers flying over the keys.

"You could use some."

"What?"

"Sleep, Miguel. You could use some. The bags under your eyes are designer at this point." You continued, at complete ease.

He just gave an unimpressed snort, pausing to rub at his eyes momentarily. Copper. He could taste copper again.

"Or go do something relaxing. Get a drink with the others. Take a spa day. Ever wanted to take up dancing, I kn-"

"Why are you here." Miguel finally snapped. Blood coated his tongue, seeping through his teeth. It wasn't a question, it was a demand for you to fuck off. A plea. "You shouldn't be back here."

"I shouldn't? Was there a sign-"

"Because I'm telling you." Miguel sharply turned around, gritting his teeth and stepping closer to your smaller form. "And you should do what I say, little thing."

The last part slipped out by accident. You would always be tiny compared to his 6'7, broad, muscular frame. He could fucking manhandle you, and he should. Grab you by the neck, drag you out. Grip your upper arm and make you leave. Take both of your wrists in his hand and pin them down and-

"Fuckin hell, Miguel. I'm trying to be your friend and-"

"My friend? I don't need any friends, especially someone like you." Someone like you, who should be kept at home, warming his bed, climbing into his fuckin lap. He doesn't want to be your fucking friend, he wants to be fucking you, licking into your mouth, getting to have you fully and wholly.

"What does that mea-"

"It means that your man should keep a closer eye on you." Miguel hisses, something in his stomach growing. "It means that if I was him, I wouldn't let you wander around, like a little puta perdida."

You stared at him, mouth agape, soft, wet tongue peeking out. On instinct, he dragged his own bloodied one over his white front teeth. Your eyes followed the movement. If you didn't fucking cut it out, he was going to... He was going to...

He was going to sink his claws into your back. His fucking teeth into your throat. Miguel was going to lose it, and become some sort of beast. Some sort of fucking monster.

He licked his canine again. Your eyes flicked to his mouth before focusing on his throat instead.

"... Are you talking about Peter?" You finally asked, feeling his dark eyes burning into your face.

"Who else?" Miguel sneered.

"Peter isn't... He isn't "my man", he''s my friend. So-"

He could hear nothing but static in his ears. Your mouth was moving, words were coming out, but he could only block it all out to focus on that mouth.

"- So no need to be a fucking asshole about it." He clued back in to your words and fixed you with a piercing look. "Got it? Good. I just won't fucking try with you next time."

You turned away from him. You were walking away from him. You didn't get to do that.

One moment you were heading towards the only source of bright light in the room, the door, the next you were slammed up against a console. Thick, tight fingers were gripping the back of your neck, sharp claws digging into the skin and piercing through enough for blood to start seeping from the cuts.

"Migu-"

One palm left its harsh grip on your waist to come around and cover your mouth, his hand big enough to cover over half your face, also covering your nose.

"Déjame sentirte." His broad chest rumbled behind you, voice rumbling like a purr.

All the simmering anger had been replaced with something else... Something that felt far more dangerous. From a snapping predator, on edge, to a playful beast, at ease enough to play with his food.

"Not with him, hm." Miguel was just holding you, down and close, but not doing anything, not yet. You couldn't even reply to him, not with his cool hand pressed against your lips.

You felt his entire body shift, his sharp hips coming to fully rest against your ass, chest pressing tightly against your back, and the tip of his nose resting against your nape. You could hear him inhale deeply, dragging his parted lips over the skin of your neck, breathing you in until his mouth came to rest just behind your ear.

"Quédate quieta por mí ." His voice was hoarse, breath hot against the shell of your ear.

You froze up fully. You had been kinda crushing on the loner, the only Spidey without a sense of humour. It's why you had been bugging him, trying to get him out of his damn shell, but fuck. This situation had fucking escalated so fast, from Miguel being an asshole, to manhandling you over the consoles and his hand slowly drifting from you mouth, down to your stomach. Just carressing slowly, pinching the soft skin a bit, like a lion preparing to claw open the belly of its downed prey.

"Miguel-" You started to whisper, not entirely sure what you wanted to tell him, maybe to stop, maybe to continue, but he hushed you again.

You were half sure that if you actively fought his grip, he'd... He'd let you go. But you stayed still. Let him touch from your stomach, up, to drag his palm over your chest. You began to squirm, the sharp fingertips starting to tickle instead of nick your skin.

"Didn't I tell you to keep still?" Miguel murmured, his lips dragging slowly over your skin before pressing his mouth against the side of your neck.

His tongue drags slowly over your pulse point, tasting the... The fear? The arousal? The exhilaration that ebbs from your skin, the blood beating quickly through your body. The vein underneath the flesh thrummed against his tongue, closing his eyes at the feeling of your fragile little heart pumping your warm blood as fast as it can. He could only sigh before rearing his head back like a cobra and sinking his broad fangs deep into your neck.

You gasp out, breath hitching, ready to let out a scream. But it never comes. It sits underneath your tongue, thick and struggling to slip free. Something cold slips from his fangs, shooting through your veins. Your body totally freezes up, but not from fear.

Miguel had paralyzed you. His venom sinks into your muscles, leaving your skin tingling and everything from your hear to your lungs slowed.

"Better." He murmured, more to himself than you, his other hand finally letting go of you to join the other in exploring your body.

Eventually, he gets sick of feeling you up over your clothing. With just a flick of his thumb, he slices through your shirt, and makes a sizeable opening of your trousers. Miguel simply drags his large hands over your chest, down to your stomach to your hips, but he focuses on getting your trousers down to your ankles.

"Nice underwear." He sounded more amused than you had ever heard him. Like the person he used to be.

The pros of wearing plain, bland underwear, you guess.

Hooking his thumb under the side of your underwear, he easily dragged it down to your thighs, and left them there. As he dragged the tip of his nose over your freshly freed legs, he parted his lips slightly, just to inhale your scent slowly. It was embarrassing, the way he was practically breathing in your taste and smell.

"You're getting excited." Miguel dragged his tongue over his canine, eyes fixed on your crotch. He could fucking smell it. The sweet slick slipping past your cute slit. Like pearls.

He wants to have a taste.

Swiping his thumb over the opening, he gathered enough to get a tangible taste when he stuck it into his mouth, sucking it clean.

"Deliciosa." Miguel murmured, mostly to himself. "Pero no tanto como tú sangre."

He dragged his thumb over you again, tasting a bit more but seemed to lose interest after a while, taking a keen interest in something else.

"This is too tight for you to not be a virgin here." His wettened thumb dragged over your untouched asshole, digging in his nail enough to slip past the tight ring.

A whine slips from your throat and you can feel Miguel's thumb flex inside of you, as if on instinct. He slowly pulls his finger back out, instead squeezing at your ass to part them. You could only feel his hot breath at first, before his tongue dragged roughly over your rim. You sounded so good to him, making those soft noises, slipping past your paralyzed lips. After a few more licks, he finally pressed the tip of his tongue inside of you.

He was always more of an ass man, and getting to roughly tongue fuck your hole was doing things to him, thing he hadn't felt for a hot moment. His cock strained against his spider suit, precum leaking through the material. God, he always wanted to fuck you. He wanted you so badly, but of course his thoughts would lead to him imagining how exaclty he'd have you. You'd be the reason he finally goes back to a shitty apartment, to lie down on top of you and finally rest. Let your thighs take care of his hard cock, before he presses his cock inside of you to cockwarm until he woke back up and got to fuck you properly. Miguel always supposed he should feel guilty to think of a Peter's partner like that, but now? It didn't fucking matter. He'd have taken you eventually either way, but now he doesn't have to banish one of his Spiderpeople to their dimension and strand you here.

Here with him. Making those cute little noises as he sucked on your puffy rim, teasing the poor nerves. Some part of him thought they he should wait till you're unparalyzed, so you could tell him if you even wanted to fuck your asshole open. But he waited too long.

Miguel dragged his claws over your cheeks, creating raised, puffy red lines, small dots of red seeping through. He needed to mark you. He wanted to have your body covered in bites and scratch marks, hidden with your clothes, but he would know. He would fucking know every inch of skin, every part you would deem too embarrasing for him to see, and every part he'd demand to explore.

It was getting too much. His cock was hard and aching and needed to be fucked into you until you could only take him.

"Relajate por mi." Miguel finally straightened up, a ghost of a sarcastic smile dancing on his lips.

Sick fucker.

"No voy a dejar que te vayas." He whispered, voice throaty and low. "No hasta que conozcas la forma de mi polla dentro de ti. Understand?"

He wasn't really listening for a confirmation. You listened to the sound of his suit shifting, an appreciative hum as his fat cockhead tapped against your hole.

"Take a deep breath." Miguel ordered you, the tip of his cock already slowly pressing in. "I'm not going to stop. Not now. So relax."

His cock was too fucking big, even with the tongue job he gave your ass. He drank in the sight of his fat erection, already stuffing your hole, even with just a quarter of it pressing in. You couldn't even hold back the moans, the heat in your stomach numbing your brain. Everything so fuzzy, with the only thing keeping you grounded being your ass being stretched wide open.

"Fuck." Miguel breathed, pressing into you all in one go, the only resistance coming from how tight you were.

He finally bottomed out, his balls pressing against your crotch. You could even feel how full and throbbing they were, ready to be spilled into you. Going to ruin you for any other man. Get with anyone else, and you'll be thinking of him as they try to fuck into you.

Miguel didn't wait. Immediately, he was fucking into you, balls slapping against your sweating skin, your mixed precum dripping down your thighs. You wanted to cling to him. You wanted to call his name. You wanted to let him pick you up and pin you down and fuck into you like a beast. Scratch and bite and breed your poor ass till you couldn't feel anything but the shape of him ingrained within you.

"Mine now." He breathed, digging his clawed thumbs into the small of your back, letting blood seep out and slither down, towards where his cock was fucking into your ass roughly.

A dark red rim begin to form along with the creamy white precum around his cock. It was fucking beautiful. His hole. All for him. He didn't even care if you did have someone, even if that someone wasn't Peter. He was going to steal you away from the world, keep you locked away if he had to. The outside world had already taken enough from him, and you weren't going to be another thing.

Poor you. Miguel hadn't been intimate with someone else in a long fucking time. He had you in there for long enough that the next shift of people started, but no one dared to intrude in his space. He'd maul anyone who stepped through that door. You were all his now, as the poison wore off, and you let him carry all your weight when you slumped against him. You could feel the stretch in your ass, you could feel all the marks from his claws.

The most distracting, was every time Miguel sought your lips out with his, languidly pressing his tongue in, just to taste you.

You weren't going to go anywhere, not when he would always be three steps behind you.

puta perdida- lost bitch

Déjame sentirte- let me feel you

Quédate quieta por mí- stay still for me

Pero no tanto como tú sangre- Not as tasty as your blood

Relajate por mi- Relax for me

No voy a dejar que te vayas. No hasta que conozcas la forma de mi polla dentro de ti- I'm not letting you leave. Not until you know the shape of my cock inside of you.

[according2thelore]

Your beta Dean idea has me FERAL. I desperately need more if you're willing to provide more ideas. THE INSECURITY. THE PURE HURT/COMFORT POTENTIAL. UGH.

Also omega "about a boy" Dean and alpha sam? I NEED. I'm definitely going to check and see if anyone has written any fics about that because UGH. SO MUCH POTENTIAL. If you ever decide to expand on that idea please tag me I'd love to read more about it!

Now I'm even thinking about the es/ls verse and how abo would effect THAT already messy dynamic. Two alpha sams butting heads?(and making the deans very protective/horny) Two omega deans trying to mother the sams?(and making the sams very competitive and horny) Pure chaos lol

Love hearing you abo rants because I too am a big abo fan

Also omega lactating Dean? Yes please. I mean *cough cough* nothing who said that?

EEEE thank you!!!! i love talking about all of them and will do so right now on this ask 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ (this ask is in reference to this recent ask here!)

EXACTLY!!! beta!dean&alpha!sam is so good bc not only does it undermine dean's position in their established hierarchy, i think it makes sam's willing emotional/fraternal submission to him very good and delightful!!!!

and as mentioned in the previous ask, and as you've addressed here, the POTENTIAL IS INSANE!!!!! beta!dean expecting sam to actually and genuinely leave him behind any second to be with an omega, because dean literally cannot give sam the "normal" that he wants so badly. dean crosses his fingers and buys lube and imitation omega slick. he has to mix them together because sam the look on sam's face when he found the original omega slick bottle in dean's back was enough to terrify dean into never bringing it up again.

he won't let sam touch him without an hour of prep beforehand, almost sticking his whole hand up his ass just to make sure he's lubed/loose enough to be "omega" passable. sam tries to initiate morning sex one time and dean flips the fuck out on him, biting back furious and exhausted tears in the bathroom as he fucks himself back on four fingers.

dean flirts wildly because it's not like it matters, and when sam--one too many beers in--corners dean into their booth at the bar and coats dean in scent, teeth closing around the slanted muscle in his neck, dean's agog. sam growls at people that get close, and dean is equally blissed out and heartbroken, because sam is treating him like an actual mate. that's nice. it's really fucking nice.

dean won't let sam mate him. he knows sam'll regret it. he knows sammy loves him, but there's gonna be a nice, small, wet omega that'll walk into a diner or a grocery store or a gas station and something in sam will click and he'll start to resent dean or even worse he'll stay out of obligation.

sam thinks part of dean still doesn't trust him. after all they've been through, sam knows his brain must be scrambled eggs, and being mated to that can't be easy. or maybe dean doesn't trust sam's biology to not turn on him. he hates his presentation, wishes he was an omega or beta, like dean clearly wishes he was.

GAHHHHHH ABOUT A BOY SALMONDEAN GRAHHHHHH

because like !!!!!! fourteen/fifteen-year-old omega!dean who's all big eyes and sharp tongue and he's never been this small in his life!!!!! to sam, even though he was an omega, he was larger than life. he was protection and safety and home, and his scent alone makes sam break the bathroom door straight off of the wall.

while dean is telling him what happened, sam is slowly inching closer and the entire room reeks bc sam desperately wants to SO BAD scent dean before anyone else can smell him like this because this is a BABY!!!!!!! AND PEOPLE ARE GOING TO BE WEIRD ABOUT HIM!!!!!!! not sam though, he's perfectly chill, just look at the wavelength he's vibrating at rn, he's doing great.

dean's pissed when he picks up on what's happening bc "don't patronize me man, c'mon!" but grudgingly lets sam rub his wrists all over dean's hair/neck when sam points out the potential security risks.

dean shivers when they get outside, and sam turns right back around and comes back out of the motel room with three of his own flannels and a jacket, just to give dean some variety. he looks confused, like he's not sure why he's doing it, and shrugs, wide-eyed, when dean yells at him for it.

(dean ends up picking one of sam's oldest flannels, by the way, and the collar is so tall on dean that he's swallowed by it, and can't stop the quiet purr that rumbles out of his throat as they drive. sam almost swerves them into oncoming traffic.)

they go to fight the witch and sam is practically feral, just snarls and teeth and eyes so dark they look demonic. he breaks the fender off a car in the yard with his bare hands. he throws hansel against the ceiling. dean goes down and sam is crouching over him, and no one knows what the fuck to do bc dean is swearing and cursing and has never seen sam like this ever, has never seen an alpha do this.

the reversal spell doesn't work right away, and they trudge back to their motel after letting tina go. tina--also an omega--doesn't affect sam at all. he shrugs and shakes her hand and offers her money, which she gratefully takes. when they finally get into the motel room, sam keeps presenting dean with clothes to make a nest with, and dammit--fine, okay, it's nice, dean's man enough to admit that, as he grouchily punches sam's clothes into submission on his bed.

ES LS VERSE LET'S DISCUSS!!!! YOU ARE SO CORRECT!!

omega!LS!Dean gets furious when omega!ES!Dean very demurely sidles up to LS!Sam, nudges under his chin in what could very well be familial but it's NOT!!!! LS!Dean goes into hyperdrive trying to provide/protect/prove himself to BOTH sams because ES!Dean smells fresh and looks fantastic and his joints don't creak and LS!Dean's always kind of been a broken omega so who the fuck would pick him over this guy?

ES!Sam cuts his finger on a ceremonial dagger while cataloguing one of the storage rooms and LS!Dean swoops in and cares for it and ES!Dean is incandescent with rage because !!!!! that's HIS job !!!!!!

ES!Dean praising LS!Sam for finding some lore and ES!Sam locks in at a heretounforseen-by-mankind degree and pulls out the most obscure hard-to-find lore because yes !!! praise me as well !!!! and now the sams are caught in a death spiral of trying to provide for the deans because their bodies aren't used to there being a competing alpha that guns straight for dean every time.

LS!Dean's jealousy and hurt kickstarting his heat to pull his mate in, and now LS!Sam & ES!Sam are fighting to the death in the hallway because ES!Sam KNOWS the smell of his distressed brother in heat and there's some foreign alpha that wants him while LS!Sam is just matematematemate and completely senseless to anything else.

ES!Dean tries to step in and knock them out of it but they're both also technically fighting over him, and his legs get all wobbly and weak and he's pouring sweat and leaking slick like a goddamn fountain and it ramps the sams up even MORE because now there's TWO distressed/horny omegas and they both smell like "MINE"

and ES!Sam is kind of flabbergasted because LS!Sam has been a wilting flower the whole time he's been here but now he's literally trying to rip ES!Sam's throat out with his teeth because protecting dean is one of the only things LS!Sam has no qualms/morals/hesitation about. he does not fuck around about his mate, and i think this would give him more grudging respect for LS!Sam because he's 230 pounds of a wall of muscle and--for the first time since this whole shitshow started--actually acts like an alpha.

(one of the deans later getting knocked up and no one knows which sam is the father)

and yes, while we're here, i think omega dean lactating is kind of great. it's just his biology kicking into overdrive and trying to be useful/take care of sam in a way he couldn't when he was a child. dean's humiliated and frustrated but like...when sam finds out he can't stop looking at dean's chest JUST SAYING

thank you SO MUCH for this ask!!!! if you couldn't tell, i love and adored this one, and love getting to ramble about omegaverse samdean for 45 minutes 🙂‍↕️ <3

-lizzy

[neosexuals]

-> San ateez, kitten

Enjoy <3 !!

Summary :

A/n: I Have thoughts and those thoughts deserve to be shared ALSO NOT PROOF READ

Warnings: bed friend ! San , idol! San , fem! Reader , cat ears, Dom! San , sub! Reader , SMUT ! , sex , nicknames (such as kitten,cutie ,sweetie) ,fingering , raw (wrap it) , big dick san 🙏🏻

Summary :It's been a week since you last saw it best friend San , you understood why because he had to go on tour in America, but it isn't easy considering that he had Ignored you the prior week for no reason . He won't pick your calls , won't respond to your texts it's all in all just making you feel down.

Mdni ^^

Since last week you and San had decided on being friends with benefits ever since he had fucked you on your fluffy rug lying in your bedroom , it was heavenly. The way he pounded into you holding your hand and stroking your hair, you would kill for a good fuck by him again but he keeps ignoring you , you hadn't fucked since , it makes you question if he was even serious about this.

You desperately tried contacting him , until he finally responds "I'm leaving for America , I have a tour" you jumped as you opened the notif , you stared at your phone in utter disappointment, you wanted atleast a bit of payback, you want him to understand how mad you are he can't just drop a bomb like that after a week of ignoring you . So you reply with a dry "ok".

He left you on seen , expected honestly, you couldn't care less anymore . You plan on going to a club through this week , maybe hooking up and fucking around , you really needed it and desperately. You tried to fuck around but it never felt as good as sans , it never satisfied you.

You were estatic when he came back to Korea, you wanted him so bad , you surely got more desperate. You'd gone around the day you saw he came , finding material to convince him to come fuck you. Your definitely not big on kinks but fantasies ran through your mind when u spot a "cat" collar and cat ears , you quickly picked them up and sent them over to San immediately.

"hi san ,I missed you so much these weeks :( , Ive been thinking about us for so long , please come over ? I need u so bad rn ,oh also wear these > _0"

The letter sweet yet slutty , you'd hoped it persuaded him although it was quite sloppy , when you checked your phone you saw a meeting from San , you just knew he got it

Sannie : what the fuck is this [attachment]

Me : what is it?

Sannie : don't be cocky I thought you'd be all over me but goddamn

His message made your stomach drop , you paused and replied

Me : you thought right .

And there you go again. Being left on seen , it sucked but you gave up expecting him to mail it back to you .

You start wasting time by reading books and watching shows , until you'd hear your bell going off , you thought it would be the cat ears but you werw surprised to see San in a grey t shirt and grey sweats with the box in his hands "just shut up ang get in your room" he ordered at soon as you had opened that door , excited and happy you ran to your taking off your shirt and shorts, and he followed suit taking off his shirt and pants . "God do you know how needy you are for this?" He stared into your eyes before walking towards you slowly .

You stare back as he put on the ears and collar , staring into your eyes as he sighed "do I look that good" you giggled as you saw him "god your so hot, I swear San if you actually fuck me with those on I'm gonna go feral" he raised an eyebrow at your statement "the fuck did I take my clothes off for? , To take a shower are you insane ? Just take everything off and get on the bed , and quick" you quickly oblige and strip completely before laying on the bed expectantly.

You watch him crawl ontop of you feeling every spot of your body "god y/n , look at yourself, I can practically see how wet you are" you chuckle at his words "I'd be crazy if I wasn't,I was starved of your dick for weeks" he stares at you surprised before pausing and sitting up beside you "what happened?" You looked at him sitting up yourself , "aren't you curious why I ignored you for 2 weeks straight?" You stared back at him "Listen , Im sorry , I thought you wouldn't wanna talk to me other than to get a good fuck even though it's a big compliment I thought you wouldn't wanna talk to me so whenever you said hi or called me I ignored you" you chuckle "that's the stupidest thing I've ever fucking heard" you lean in and lock your lips together

You kiss him Passionately slipping his tongue into your mouth , exploring every inch of your mouth ,the kiss slowly getting sloppy he pulls away and pushes you back onto the bed you huff at his actions eyes big , pleading him to fuck you.

"you really like these don't you?" He chuckled as a response your eyes stay the same.

"yeah no shit" you smirk back before snaking your hands down to palm his clothed cock "don't get cocky y/n" he slaps your hand away before taking his boxers off "do you trust me?" He asks , looking for any sign of discomfort still. "Yes sannie" you stare back at him awaiting his moves. "Good" he murmured before slipping in his digit, sliding in and out of your core as you melt around his touch.

"f-faster sannie" you stutter under his touch pleading for more from the kitten , "shh sweetie just take what I give you" his words cutting you deep as he inserts his index finger increasing the pace "awe sweetie look at you , already over just by my fingers? How are you gonna take this bad boy?" You clench the sheets under you your hands and legs stiffening , your body exposed for him to use.

"fuck look at you" san mumbled sweet nothings into your ear as he left marks all over your Body ,your whimpers fill the room as he increased his pace slowly , reaching your climax slowly

The knot in your stomach tightens as h abruptly stops noticing your moans hitching "you close baby?" He teased before spinning back into the same pace making you whine and moan , you could hear your juices "cum on my fingers darling" those words trigger you and you let loose immediately practically screaming his name.

You stare into his gleaming eyes "you wanna finish up?" He asks with big eyes. "Yes please , I've waited too long to just get fingered give me all of it" you smirk at him , pleading almost . He strokes your face before smiling warmly at you "good girl" he mumbles .

He played with your clit before lining up his dick at your core before stopping "wait , are you on the pill?" , You not eagerly waiting for him to just shove it in , before he smiled and smashes his hip with yours . Balls in deep into your cunt pausing for you to adjust to his size he moved as soon as you nodded.

He fucked you pretty , caring for you calling you sweet nothings as he mercilessly pounded into you . whining into your ears as you stare into his eyes , holding the collar with your index so he couldn't leave or stop . He started approaching his high pounding faster as he twitched inside you , increasing your stimulation causing you to reach your high "baby I'm cumming" he whispers into your ear warm as you nod for him to come inside you as so did you.

"next time I'm sucking your pretty dick with those on you" ,his expression surprised "oh really now? I'm excited darling"

[chemicallady]

I'd like to say something at this point.

I'm reading here and there that some of you are changing their vision about Noah or reaching the point to ask yourself if you still want to be a supporter of him because of what that blog said about him.

I believe that what happened between Noah and this person is probably true, I don't have any reason to doubt about her. But.

As we say in Italy, you can't fully believe to a story if you ear just one-side bell. Noah doesn't have the chance to tell his side of the story because he has better things to do than care about gossip. More than that, it's a human being. We have to look at the big picture. I don't want to defend him at all costs, I actually really don't care because untill he will be a decent person in public (not saying bullshit like Ronnie, for instance) and continue to be polite to his supporters, we are cool. I think I'm far older than more than half of the rest of this (sometimes really bad) fandom because I was a teen in the years of the emo wave. You maybe don't know about the Used, early MCR, Radke himself, Oli Sykes before Sempieternal...

They were drugs addicted. Always drunks as skunks. Pissing on people, throwing mic stands in the pit, get FULLY NAKED on stage (I'll never forgot about this, Quinn Allman). They did some awful shit in front of they supporters and to their supporters. Things that nowadays would get them canceled. You have no idea (maybe, or maybe you have) of what was Warped Tour 2005. Or maybe it was 2004? I can't recall.

Bad Omens are TODDLERS compared to this people. Innocent, pure babies. They are nice, extrovert maybe but nice. No one can deny that. They dont do drugs, they dont get drunk on stage or fuck around this supporters. They have an healthy routine in tour, they are teaching people to not fucking fight, they don't fuel fights! Its NORMAL in metal to have a couple of injuries at concerts. Collateral damages. I was nine at my second concert and I saw Slipknot. One dude broke his nose in the pit. Blood everywhere.

It's not a fucking Hannah Montana show. Those dudes are suppose to be badass. Noah is not pretending to be someone else or faking a new personality. He is doing is job and he is delivering pretty good shows. In no time he will grab his crotch around moaning like Oli, give him fucking space to express himself and be feral. Like any other metal artist.

Another thing.

Bad Omens vip experience is not expensive. I don't have interest in buy vip pass for 30 second of nothing, I'd rather wait after the gig is over. I met so many artists this way and usually they are more appreciable if they don't have to move to the next city. BUT the costs is not that high. I bought vip pass for LP once and I had to work 3 months to save enough for it. And I was still living at my parents'!

The merch is high quality, they make new pieces every time.... that's their way to get real cash guys. During a tour you have to pay tons of shit: the venue, flights, hotels, your crew. And you pay in advance most of the time. I don't think they are rich bitches rn. They are doing fine probably but still many of them lives with friends. Having flatmates is many time a signal that you can't afford Ronnie Radke house in Paradise Palisades.

I heard that they weren't really nice during the set in Canada. Maybe Montreal or Toronto. Someone felt bad, someone dropped a surfer I don't know. I didn't follow this I here for dirty smutty ff. If I want to see them play I have tiktok. By the way you have to know that most of the time you can't see shit from stage. Because you have lights in your face pointing your eyes. So probably noah just say a crow surfer falling and thought 'here we go again, this people has no fucking etiquette', and he left the stage. Or maybe who owned the venue asked them to do so in case of emergency.

BTW there is no fucking etiquette at their concerts. I stand with him if he's pissed off about that. It's not that hard to understand that you have to stay at the sides if you're not used to metal shows or you don't want to be pushed. Other people is ruining your experience or maybe its simply not for you. I grew up in the moshpit and that's how we like our shit. We have no time for filming or make tiktoks, we live the moment (we, people who like metal music, I'm not gatekeeping. If you wanna learn how to survive the pit and enjoy the experience just message me.)

So, to sum up.

My point is that every one of us has that friend that was a dick with one or more girls we still love him because we know that he's a weirdo an not a bad person.

My advice is stop being obsessed with Noah and just enjoy his work. You dont know him, you cant tell. Don't believe everything, stories are getting bigger and bigger everytime their are told, and think about the fact that straight guys are mostly jerks. They take more time to mature and act like adults. We know that Noah is in therapy now, he open up about it, so he is aware that he is not perfect.

BECAUSE HE IS NOT. HE IS A HUMAN BEING AND HUMANS MAKE MISTAKES.

That's it.

I don't want to fuel fights as well but please stop being ridiculous and acting like he is insulting you personally. It's fine to be delululu but your pushing the limits.

Peace and love.

[princess-of-the-corner]

AU where Lila failed to fool anyone because she fucking skipped school for several months

So like.

Canonically, when she reappears on-screen in the Season 2 finale, they say she's been doing video calls with the class and updating them about her fantastic life. While ofc doing the homework Bustier sends her over email.

Which.

Actually may factor into Chameleon and why people believe that Mari is ust going feral jealous instead of upset about the seats?

Because as we see in Catalyst, when Lila calls in and says 'oh I'm in Achu planning to meet with Ali about our charity!', Marinette pulls a 'HA! Ali is in America right now! You can''t possibly be meeting him!'. Which Lila then covers by saying 'oh he's in America but he's leaving rn and with the time differences he'll be here by the evening.' which is /technically/ true. (in that he'll be home in the evening, not that he's meeting with Lila.

So if Lila has been calling in and Mari's been trying to disprove her lies for this whole time, with Lila always having some explaination that makes her seem reasonable

Then yeah Chameleon comes off as far more 'god Marinette's going feral over her jealousy again but she's now stooped to ableism!'.