#just gimme my replacement leg already

[clatterbane]

My first Leg Trying-On Day is coming up way too early in the morning! The fit will no doubt need some adjustments, besides making sure the ankle and everything is set up right. Guessing they may have both of the agreed sockets to try on, since they can work off the same leg cast.

I AM at least going to try standing up on the thing, whether they like it or not. (Probably need me to anyway, to adjust the initial height and all.) I know they're planning some unknown amount of PT supervision to make sure I know how to use it and am at least reasonably safe to send off with the thing(s). And honestly I still have no clue how, where, or when they're planning to do that here. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

(And how the hell am I supposed to get better at walking around on it without actually having it in my possession to practice with?!)

But yeah, at least having the leg(s) to try on is a metaphorical step forward. Even if I am really not sure when they're planning to let me, you know, actually step forward on it.

And, once again, I am not 70+ or frail in any way--unlike the majority of folks they're dealing with regularly--so hopefully they will take this into account with whatever Robo Leg PT boot camp they have planned. Besides the risk assessments around when they'll be OK with actually letting me take the damn thing(s) home.

[screampied]

✧ ⁺˳ cw. fem! reader, husband nanami, fıngering, praise, talking you through it, squırting, dirty talk, mdni.

“don’t be shy, sweetheart. get it wet, atta girl,”

nanami would murmur right up against your ear, warm breath fanning against the shell of your earlobe. it tickles, and as you’re laid flat back against him with a few fawn strands of his chest hair brushing up near you, you whine. your legs were unapologetically spread wide open with a bundle of your toes curling up exquisitely. the back of your head rubs and rubs against his bare chest, and he’s got the softest smile. “ah ah,” he whispers, watching as your own crumped up finger buries itself into your cunt and lazily moves around. “remember the method i taught you. circle it around, yeah,” and your breathing hitches the moment the tip of your digit encircle a slippery swab of your sheeny slick. “here, let me take it from here for a bit.”

with your laced panties pulled back near the crevices of your thigh, you collapse flat against his chest. his warmth, a single moan escapes from your lips at how close he was to you. his scent, nanami’s cologne engulfs in your nostrils and it’s such a rich, citrusy aroma. “o- okay.” was all you could manage to whimper out, feeling the cold band of his g-shock ghost against your thigh.

“it’s gonna get messy, my love,” he warns you, a bit of humor in his tone — you throb, two fingers of his smear against your drooling heat and your mouth slowly dangles open. “ooh, my oh my. she’s quite the talker today huh,” he hums at the sounds of your weeping cunt - sloshing and creating various laments of squelches from his consistent rubbing before you whine. “let’s hear what she’s got to say, hm?”

“f- fuuuck.” you’d mewl out, feeling him slowly ease a finger inside of your slit. by this point, he’d taken out your finger and replaced it with his own. nanami’s pointed chin rests against your shoulder as he watches intently.

even your colorful swears sounded angelic. behind you, you could feel his dick twitch in his boxers at just the sound of your voice. already, you were soaked heavily. nanami felt like being a bit of a tease tonight though.

with one hand focusing its attention between your thighs - another creates a tantalizingly slow, trail up and down your body. his fingertips dance against your skin as he glances at you jerking and shuddering. all from his touch, he wanted to make sure to savor your body.

in a way, you were like art to him, a breathtaking canvas that was forevermore priceless.

“gimme your hand, my love,” he requests, lukewarm plush lips pressing a chaste kiss near the inside of your neck. a breeze of his minty fresh breath sets against your sinuses before you comply. as he takes ahold of your wrist, nanami makes you start a trail of your own. gradually, he’s dragging your arm further down your body, making sure your fingers get a feel of every single part of you. “nice ‘n slow, good. doin’ so good.”

a breathy pant starts to rip out of you, hauling out of your lungs abruptly and you’re panting like a dog - he’s so gentle, his words only added more fuel to the fire before you feel the brief pangs of heat between your legs intensify.

nanami’s thick finger turns into two and you let off a melodic whimper as he’s stretching your pussy open. “open for me baby, focus on those breaths,” and as you’re just sluggishly pressed up against his chest, he gives your you another kiss. this time, it’s near the top of your head. “my good girl.” he purrs, voice raspy and filthy—pouring with nothing but admirable love and affection.

it was as if a feverish, fire was bristling against your skin. it was subtle, real subtle. you sigh deeply at his two fingers leisurely prod their way inside of your accepting, gummy walls. “k- ken,” you whine out, hearing the lewd sloshing sounds of your own arousal. it’s wet, you’re wet. nanami’s still guiding you to touch yourself in a way that makes your perked nipples throb. a gentle hand firmly but sweetly grabs your wrist, having you feel right near your heaving chest. your breaths were shallow, short brief inhales coming out of you before your eyes start to roll and flicker back. “your fingers, ‘s long, ken.”

“oh, are they now?” he utters, a tender grip compressing against his pink glossed lips. “i’d hope so, they’re just the right size for my wife, are they not?”

by the second, you could feel yourself coming close. you could feel yourself reaching your inevitable, destined peak. “c’mon, big girl words. talk to me,” he shushes your sweet, babbling moans. you were speaking a good sentence of gibberish—inaudible whimpers mewling out your throat at each millisecond that passes. you’re squirming a bit in pleasure, sinking your teeth into your bottom lip, creating a bite. nanami then slides his slender fingers out so you could do the rest. you whine, trying to copy his method. your digits slickly coat and drip against the outer part of your cunt before sliding your fingers in. huffing, you feel a pulsating pulse near your aching labia. “how’s it make you feel, sweetheart. feel good?”

“feels good, ‘ken,” you puff out a single exhale in dry, irregular breaths. you felt your own slick stick against your pried open legs like glue. it was a mess indeed, and before you knew it, you were right there. “kento, finish for me, please p-pleaseee.”

“but my love,” he hums a dulcet tune against your ear, your thigh tapping and tapping in anticipation. it’s a salty taste pouring into your mouth but as the seconds progress, it’s turns sweet,

bittersweet.

the filthy, moist squelches became so loud that it starts to echo through the thin walls of your cozy, homey residence. “you’re supposed to be doin’ this, not me. ‘m just showing you how.”

letting off a near pornographic moan—you were cut off the minute your fingers thrash against your g-spot. your noises made him hard, so whiny and pleasing to the human ear. once you feel the twitching muscle, it’s soft and hollow with a squishy surface, scratching such an orgasmic itch in your brain. you could barely even form words with how dumb you were right now. “right there ‘ken. i feel something.”

“keep feeling there, baby. ‘s okay,” he holds you from behind, feeling your body continue to slump back against his chest. your legs vigorously shake like an earthquake - its intensity was jittering you to your wits end. with two eager fingers swirling around the insides of your needy cunt, your jaw drops. a pocket seed of ecstasy welts and surges all through you. as he grabs your wrist again, nanami’s helping you finger yourself with your entire wrist — helping you do a bowling ball grip with two fingers. two stuffed inside, the others just being idle. it felt so good, you weren’t gonna last a second longer by this point. “you’re so close, sweetheart. use those pretty fingers, mhm. so close, make a mess on me, make a mess on your husband so i can clear you right up.”

a pitched ringing sound goes in your ears and right back out. as you’re zealously twitching from the touch, the stimulation, you let off yet another long, pitched moan. it’s a lengthy moan, nowhere near short.

you elongate a single syllable and lasts it for a good four seconds until you realize you’re cumming. one wave comes, then two, then three until everything’s all crashing down on you.

“k- kento,” you whimper, feeling your digits tangle up inside and get soaked from top to bottom with your honeyed slick. but it doesn’t stop there, in fact, once you look down, not only were you coming undone but you were also gushing out. it sprays, a translucent splashing tint dampens against the satin ruby sheets and nanami simpers. “oh my g- goddd.”

he feels your soddened rapture pouring all out, electricity like currents traversing all throughout your body and you grow limp. “aw,” he speaks first, seeing how your climax took everything out of you. nanami brings a hand down between your legs, a thumb swiping against your swollen cunt before he smears your juices right on your entrance. “my messy girl, did you just squirt on me?”

you don’t reply—your breathy, shaky moans being your answer and a hand of yours squeezes his wrist. it’s so many nerves, a bundle of them being touched and convulsed strike right within you before he kisses the top of your head. “seems like my wifey’s a little squirter after all,” he purrs once more, his voice as smooth as silk. as nanami slowly makes you pull out your filth covered fingers, a cobwebby string of lustrous gloss runs off from the tips of your fingers. “look at this,” he grabs your wrist, holding it up in front of you before he does what you’d last expect.

nanami gingerly wraps a hand around your wrist, inching it toward his face before he pops two of your slippery slick digits into his mouth. he groans at your cherry sweet taste - making sure to savor and relish the toothsome flavor before his tongue curls around your fingers.

“mhm,” and as he’s sucking on your digits to clean them just like he said, you could feel yourself throbbing again. once nanami finally removes his mouth from your two wet fingers, he lowly chuckles against your ear. “such a good girl,” he praises you one last time before getting his own fingers wet, wiping them both near your sopping clit. “let’s do that again. now spread these gorgeous legs wide again for me, my love. gotta get my wife just a little bit wetter.”

[usagikookiejams]

BEING AWAY FROM THEM FOR SOME WEEKS

Shiba Taiju, Sano Shinichiro, Haitani Ran

⚠️WARNING: Curse words, mentions of kill (no actual killing tho in this hc), 'crazy' behavior lol

SHIBA TAIJU

"When are you coming back, baby?," the guy on the other line inquired. "Can you like stop asking me same question for the past 2 weeks already?," you tsked. "Brat, I'm just asking ya know," you could feel him rolling his eyes by the tone of his voice. "Hehe sorry love, I promise I will come back ASAP once my event is done here. Mwah, TTYL!," you hung up. Fast forward, you came back to Japan after 4 days since the call. You arrived at Taiju's house a.k.a Black Dragon's HQ where you could see most of his subordinates were bandaged up. "What the...," your thoughts were interrupted upon hearing some yelling, HIS yell to be exact. You entered the house to witness Taiju beating up his subordinate with a baseball bat. "Care to explain?," you inquired which led to Taiju stopping his action, and the subordinate repeatedly bow at you while saying thank you. Kokonoi came into the frame while laughing, "He got WILD when you were not by his side, so he released the pent up stress towards these guys." Taiju let go of the bat and walked towards you, "Tch! They are lucky that you are here already. If not, I swear I could go rampage and kill half of these useless guys." You looked at him dead in the eyes while shaking your head, "You maniac, how do I even like you in the first place." Taiju just shrugged and took you to ride on his motorcycle while enjoying your presence again.

SANO SHINICHIRO

You were watering the plant in your parents' garden when suddenly your phone started ringing. You went to retrieve them before greeting the other person on the line, "Hello babe!." You could hear rustling which may indicates that the person was still in bed. "Hey darling, I miss you so much! Can you come home by today? Ahhh I literally haven't eaten properly since you left," which continued by the sounds of Emma's nag telling him to get his ass off the bed and go to work already. You could hear a loud 'hey gimme back!' before Shinichiro's voice was replaced with Emma's on the other line, "Hey Y/N, when are you coming back? This lazybum has been off his job for 3 weeks now, reasoning that he doesn't have enough energy to work. Ugh I really hate to tell you this but can you please please PLEASE come back ASAP. Istg he has been losing a lot of weight already ugh!." You talked with them for some minutes more before having to hang up. You felt guilty and tried to talk about it with your parents, in which they agreed that you should go back home to Shinichiro as your mom has been getting better from her sickness. Thus, the next day, you arrived at Tokyo. You didn't tell Shinichiro about your plan so upon seeing your face by the main door, Shinichiro dropped to his knees to hug your legs tightly while crying like a baby. "Please don't leave me ever again! If you need to go to your hometown, bring me with you so that we will not be separated huwaaa 😭😭," he messily crying, ruining your pants with his tears and snots. You just laughed at his behavior but still agreeing to his suggestion. "Ahh, this man is gonna be the death of me lol," you monologued in your head.

HAITANI RAN

You wouldn't lie that leaving this house in the hands of Ran's is really.... unnerving. This man literally loves to cause trouble at home, which most of the time leading you to feel like dying is a better option. Why is that? Cuz this man lovessSSS to pull 'harmless' pranks that drive you crazy, like right now; "Babeee, do you think the fish in the fish tank could survive if I put a sprinkleee of chilli flakes in the water?," Ran showed you the fish tank via the facetime. "Don't you dare Ran! That is MY fish so don't do this crazy shit unless you don't want me coming home again," you threatened him. "Hmmm...," he walked closer to the tank while shaking what seems like the small container of the chilli flakes you frequently use. "AHHH! ISTG DON'T!!," you screamed at him while saying profanity words. "HAHAHAHHA!!," you could see his camera shaking from his laugh, he later on flipped the camera to front facing him. "Dumbass babygirl, I would never do bad shit like that to animals you know 😔. Though I kill people on a daily basis. What kind of a maniac do you think I am? ☹️," he jutted his lower lip faking sadness. You glared at him through the screen while 'promising' that you are going to beat his ass once you come back. In the end, that promise was fulfilled by you beating his back with the frying pan he bought you on your birthday <3

[moremaybank]

SOMETHING STUPID — s.h

pairing steve harrington x fem!reader

summary steve's overwhelmed by the love he feels for you and blurts out a question he can't take back. he's sure you'll think he's crazy, but do you?

warnings language, but it's basically just a whole lotta fluff and steve being the cute cutie he is

author's note did i pull inspo from haley’s dad’s speech in oth?? hell yes. also, i'm really happy with how this turned out, not gonna lie. please read if you have the chance, it'll make my day ♡︎

steve masterlist

When Steve steps through the door after work with an exhausted sigh, he’s pleasantly surprised. He’s spent his entire life coming home to an empty house, always filled with a blaring silence that acted as a daunting reminder of how lonely he felt deep down inside. There was never anyone around to ask him how his day was. What was going on in his life, or if he was happy — and not the phoney kind. 

He’s so used to weathering the storm on his own, day in and day out, that he’s completely forgotten someone will be there for him this time. The previously empty home is now occupied by you and your bright, loving energy. The quiet was replaced with your music bouncing off the walls. You’re active in the mostly untouched kitchen, baking to your heart’s content and constantly stuffing your Stevie’s face full of sweets. 

Steve finally feels as if he truly has a home, and not just a place where he stores his belongings and rests his head at night. 

He makes his way through the halls, finally reaching the entryway to the kitchen and leaning against the doorframe. The dimmed lights glow throughout the room, and the artfully scattered candles burn brightly in the darkened space. Further adding to the already homey atmosphere, the sweet aroma of fresh baked goods fills the air, thanks to the chocolate chip cookies you have baking in the oven. Even with all of this going on, though, Steve can only seem to focus on one thing. 

You. 

Your frilled socks glide against the kitchen floor as you jump and twirl around on the tiles. The sound of Say You Love Me by Fleetwood Mac quells the silence, your record player turned up the highest it can go (because, in your professional opinion, there was no other way to listen to music). You pull out your signature dance moves, screwing your eyes shut and kicking your legs in the air so many times that Steve fears you’re in an imaginary fight with someone — and losing. Terribly. He also takes notice of the spatula in your hand, acting as a stand-in microphone while you lip-sync along to the lyrics. 

You’re a goofball, through and through. Still, though, Steve is utterly smitten.

“Sweet moves, baby,” he says, loud enough to be heard over the music. 

Your eyes go wide as your body stills, completely mortified that Steve has caught you in your own little world. You turn the music down, swiping the stray hairs away from your slightly sticky forehead and clearing your throat. 

“Steve! H-hey. I was just, uh…cleaning the floors. You know, makin’ them all nice and shiny for you,” you laugh uneasily. It’s complete crap and you both know it, but you’re desperate. Frankly, you’ll say anything if it means distracting Steve from this whole performing your own world tour in the middle of the kitchen thing. 

Steve cocks a brow, tongue poking his cheek as he tries to hide the grin that threatens to come into view. “Hm,” he hums, “cleaning the floors, huh?”

“Yup.”

“…With your socks?”

“Yeah,” you breathe, still slightly breathless, “It’s a…great way to incorporate exercise into daily household chores.”

Steve tries to stop it, but he can’t help but let a laugh escape from his lips. He walks over to you, arms wide open and ready to encircle around you. “C’mere, you goof. Gimme some sugar.”

You break out into a grin, happily stepping into your boyfriend’s embrace and giving him a tight hug. You feel his hands smooth down your back before wrapping around your waist and holding you tighter to him. After a moment, you pull away, and your hands come up to his face so you can press your lips to his. He hums into the kiss contently, melting into the touch he’s been longing all day for. 

“Missed you so much,” Steve pouts, his bottom lip jutting out adorably. 

“I missed you too,” you reply, granting him another kiss. “How was your day?”

Before Steve can answer, Say You Love Me comes to a stop, and the soft sounds of Landslide begin to bleed into the silence. Choosing to let you enjoy your favourite song, Steve shrugs it off, “We can talk about that later, wanna dance with you.”

Steve extends his hand toward you, silently asking for you to join your hand in his. You smile, sliding your palm into his and letting him pull you to his chest. He keeps his other hand on the small of your back, and your free arm curls around his shoulder as the two of you begin to sway together in time with the music. Steve feels you nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck and relax further into his hold, and he lets the voice of Stevie Nicks wrap around you both like a warm blanket as he holds you. 

The two of you sway back and forth, taking a peaceful moment to feel your hearts beat against one another. Steve never wants to let go. This is the closest and most intimate he’s ever felt with anyone, and that should scare him, he thinks. But it doesn’t, because being with you feels like heaven on earth. He can’t believe that he’s found someone who makes his heart soar the way you do. Who makes him smile so hard his cheeks hurt, and gives him a love so deep and true that it’s become a vital part of him. Just thinking of you makes his knees weak.

He’s completely enamoured by you.

“What are you thinking about?” You ask, breaking him free from his thoughts as you pull away from his grasp slightly. 

Steve looks down at you, remaining silent, and his gaze flashes over your features. The kind eyes he feels he’s always known. The tiny scar near your temple from where you’d gotten stitches as a child. The curve of your lips and how he swears he can feel them gliding over his own every single time he thinks about them. He then moved onto the oversized t-shirt your body is clad in — one you’d obviously stolen out of his closet, and the pair of boxers hanging from your hips (also swiped from his wardrobe). Your aforementioned frilly socks pulled your signature at-home look together, one that brought an incredible amount of comfort to Steve. It shows him that you consider his home to be your home too. That you’ve found a home in him, just as he has with you.

He can see himself doing this whole life thing with you forever, and he can’t explain it, but he suddenly feels compelled to speak up, and the words tumble from his lips before he can stop them. 

“Do you wanna get married?” 

Your head shoots up, and you peer up at him with a look of shock. “I’m sorry, w-what?”

Steve’s eyes threaten to bulge out of their sockets, and his heart rate skyrockets as the panic waves through him. “Oh god, I- I said that out loud,” he says, slowly letting go of you and running a hand through his long chestnut locks. “Wow. Uh— Okay.”

“Did— Did you just ask me to marry you?” You stammer, quiet as a mouse. You don’t move. Steve doesn’t think you can. 

It’s obvious that you think he’s gone certifiably insane. His hands raise in defence, and he manages to start blurting out everything he can in an attempt to rectify the situation. “Listen, baby, we can totally act like that never happened—”

“Steve—”

“—In fact, it didn’t. I have no idea what you’re talking about, babe. No freakin’ idea—”

Finally, your hand cups over his mouth to stop him from rambling any further. His last few words sound muffled before they eventually come to a stop once he realizes what’s happening. His fingers curl around your wrist, moving your hand from his lips before giving you a small, sheepish smile. His cheeks flush profusely, “Sorry.” 

Oh, the things Steve would do if it meant he could take back the last few minutes of his life and go back to before he opened his big mouth and ruined everything. It’s not that he doesn’t want to marry you. That’s definitely not the case. But the regret he’s currently feeling after watching your horrified reaction play out…it’s enough to make him want to jump into his pool and never come back up for air. 

But then…when your eyes seem to light up and a small smile curves your lips upward, he thinks there just might be some hope left for him. 

“You wanna marry me?” You questioned, your hands finding solace on his lower arms. “Why?”

His brows pull together in confusion? Why? He can see the doubt eating away at you by how small you’ve become in the past few seconds. Are you truly doubting how much you mean to him? How much you’ve spun his world on its axis and changed him forever? 

“I— What?” 

“Why would you want me to marry you?”

“Yeah, I got that, I just…are you serious?” You nod, giving him the slightest shrug. Your shyness is peaking through far too much for you to offer him any more of a reaction. 

A soft and gentle laugh slips past his lips and his body relaxes. His warm palm smoothes up your arm and finds its resting place at the base of your jaw. His thumb swipes over your skin, and his warmth bleeds through your flesh. All the love he holds in his heart for you floats up to his eyes, and his chocolate orbs soften. He’s never felt so tender and full of affection as he does now. 

“You have no idea how special you are to me, do you?” 

He says it with such conviction that you know the words are true to his heart. Still, the way they hit you is all too much, and you can’t help but deflect them with a tiny joke. Your eyes fall away from his. “I mean, I figured you liked me a little.” 

“Stop,” he chides, albeit gently. He guides your gaze back onto his. “I’m serious.” 

It’s your turn to apologize as your cheeks heat up. “I’m sorry.” 

“Don’t be sorry. Just, hear me out.” 

“Okay,” you murmur. 

His left hand mirrors the hold his right one has on your face. The ring you gifted him for your first anniversary is cold against your skin. His tongue darts out to wet his lips, and he takes a breath before speaking. “You— You’re staggering, honey. You’ve given my heart a home. You’ve had it since the moment I met you, and you’ve kept it safe. Cherished it and nurtured it. You’ve given me everything I’ve ever wanted. I— I look into your eyes and it's like I can see the rest of my life inside ‘em.” 

Your heart melts, and you feel the tears start to pool in the brims of your eyes. “Steve,” you whisper. 

“I have no idea what’s going to happen in the future. Not a freakin’ clue, especially with all the supernatural shit that goes on in this town. But I do know that you’re supposed to be in it. You are my future, baby. I might not know a lot, but I do know this. You are the girl I’m going to spend my life loving. And I’m gonna give you everything if you’ll let me.”

His heartfelt words are almost enough to make you forget about your doubts. You want them to. But you can’t seem to quiet the worries circling inside your head. 

“Steve, I love you. You know I do. But, aren’t we too young? I don’t want to risk losing you. I don’t think I could take it if I did.” 

His hands slide down your neck and land on your shoulders. His warmth spreads through you again, and already, you feel better. It’s almost as if all he has to do is exist to wash your fears away. 

“I know. I know we’re young. But, so what if we are? To me, that just means I get to be with you even longer.” One hand abandons your shoulder, and he hooks his index finger under your chin. The pad of his thumb strokes over the tip of your chin. Eyes boring into your soul, he holds them captive. “You can drive at sixteen, drink at twenty-one, retire in your sixties. How old do you have to be to know that your love will last? ‘Cause I know my answer, down to the second.” 

You can’t seem to hide the smile that forces its way onto your lips. The sincerity in his gaze, the vulnerability he’s shown you since day one, it’s all too much. You can’t imagine ever walking away from him, can’t imagine what your life would be like if he wasn’t in it. Mornings you shared where he’d pout as soon as you mentioned getting out of bed. Picnics on warm summer days. Hearing him sing along to the radio in the car. You want those memories and every single one that would come to you in the future — your future with him. 

“Ask me again.” 

“Yeah?” He smiled. 

“Yeah,” you confirmed. But just as he’s about to do as you asked, half of the words leaving his mouth, you can’t contain the excitement. Your lips slam onto his as you pull him closer. You murmur a few yesses against his lips and feel them spread into a grin. Soon, his arms are wrapped around your waist and he’s lifting you up and into the air, spinning you around with joy. The kitchen is soon filled with giggles, and Steve is exclaiming your news loudly, even though you’re both alone.

“We’re getting married, sweetheart!”

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[eleganzadellarosa]

[7:58] - MDNI

Imagine waking up to the beautiful aroma of food that traveled to you to awake you from your slumber. You walk into the kitchen to find your husband, Kyungsoo, who’s standing at the stove with just his pajama pants. It wasn’t often that you saw him without a shirt so whenever you did, it always left you feeling some type of way. You walked up to him and wrapped your arms around his waist from the side as you hugged him.

He gave you a smile and kissed you on top of your head; gently rubbing your back and fully embracing your hug.

“Smells great my love” you leaned over just slightly to fully breathe in the scent from the dish that he stirred.

“It’s almost done, you can wait for me at the table.”

Instead of leaving his side, you walked around to his front and looked up at him, “but I wanna stay right here.”

He brought you impossibly closer, scared your back would come in contact with the flames and peered over you to finish cooking. When he looked down he saw your eyes looking up at him pleading to let you stay where you were although you know it hindered him. He wanted to scold you for almost getting burned but his heart couldn’t help but soften seeing the love pour from your eyes. You were his beautiful wife and no matter what the circumstances, he was going to find a way to give you want you wanted.

With your chest pressed against his body, he couldn’t help himself from looking down and seeing how you were still clad in that short, see through nightgown from the night before. It made his body heat up a bit and his heart beat a bit faster. He put his utensil down and stared at you for a few seconds longer before cupping your cheek in his hand and leaning down to capture you in a kiss. It was quick, a small peck.

It wasn’t enough for him though and he knew you well enough to know it wasn’t sufficient for you either. His hands shifted to your lower back and he pulled you in some more.

“Gimme another one.” He said it as if you initiated the first, but it didn’t matter when he said it as he lifted your chin with his index finger; looking at you like you took away his sanity.

He bent down to kiss you again, this time letting his lips linger over yours much longer than last time. He was the first to part his lips and embrace yours in an attempt to deepen it. You let out a small whimper of contentment, your hold on his waist tightening.

“You’re so distracting…” he broke the kiss and lifted you so that your legs replaced your arms around him. He carried you to the couch and sat you on his lap as he plopped onto the seat. “I won’t be able to focus on the food with my dick hard like this.” He helped you slowly move your hips over him to feel the result of your “actions”.

“Sorry, I just wanted to stay in your warmth.” You pouted slightly and he straightened his posture to peck you once more.

“Baby you know I don’t mind, I’m just kidding. Not about my dick though, I want you on it right now.”

Most times you didn’t wear any panties with your nightgowns and in moments like these, you always pat yourself on the back. He lifted you just enough to free his dick from his comfy pants and rubbed the head through your folds. You bit your lip as you watched him slowly sink you down on his length, moaning when he was as deep as he could go.

His hands rested on your hips, helping you bounce up and down on him. He watched his dick disappear in and out of you until he got tired of not seeing your beautiful face. Your head was down and your eyes were closed. Your brows furrowed and your mouth hung open slightly; a sight to make him harder than he already was.

He leaned forward and grabbed your arms, crossing them behind you. His thrusts picked up and you threw your head back. He was kissing over your chest and occasionally grazing his teeth over your nipples. He couldn’t get enough of the feeling of you squeezing him, your scent and the softness of your skin. He kissed up your neck and your jaw, soft plump lips sending shivers down your spine.

“Hey, look at me…” His voice was soft but deep, pulling your eyes open and guiding them to his.

It all suddenly felt so overwhelming; his increasing pace, your inability to move besides your hips rocking up and down and how he looked at you; a completely different feeling from the lewd act he wrapped you in.

“Too much Kyungsoo…” your chest felt tight and your face felt flushed and now your legs felt wobbly.

He focused his grip back to your hips, “but you’re doing so well bouncing on me like this, I know you can keep going. You’re doing so well. For me. Cmon baby, keep going and I’ll let you cum.”

You knew he was going to let you cum regardless but him motivating you had your stomach filled with butterflies; and surely that wasn’t the only thing fluttering. You kept raising and lowering your hips with all the strength you had left, his name rolling off your tongue like a mantra. You bit your lip again, trying to hold in your moans as if would help you last longer. But of course it didn’t. It only made you whimper more and your rhythm slow. Your senses were on fire and his eye contact made it 100x worse.

Finally, you were out of fuel, no longer able to hold your orgasm off. It coursed through your whole body but you lifted and slammed your hips on him with a final call of his name, the sticky mess you made on his lap making a plap sound. He leaned you into him, caging you in a bear hug as he slowly thrust into you until he released a mess of his own in your gummy walls. He spoke praises in your ear and peppered you with soft kisses until you came down from your high.

He eventually moved your body to lay on the couch so he could get something to clean up the both of you with. He returned with a warm towel and wiped you off, kissing your forehead before walking back in the kitchen to finish the meal he began to prepare.

“Now stop seducing me and let me feed my wife.”

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[acourtofmarvels]

Comfort - Cassian Pt.2

Part 1

Warnings: none. cuteness overload :D

*35 years later*

"Cassian can you please take your feet off the table? We eat there." I smacked his leg and took a seat beside him to eat lunch.

He groaned and obeyed, putting his feet on the ground. "Gimme a bite." He pointed to the sandwich I had just made. I haven't even taken a bite of it yet.

"You just ate like, 3 minutes ago." I took a bite of my sandwich, glaring at him. I swear he is always hungry.

"Yours looks better than mine," he whined like a child.

I looked over at Azriel who was sitting across from us. He'd already finished his lunch and was reading a book at the table.

"Azriel did you not give the dog a treat after lunch?" Azriel lifted his eyes from his book, humor in them.

"That was rude," Cassian replied.

"Let the girl eat her lunch in peace," Azriel defended me, going back to his book.

I stuck my tongue out at Cassian and then took another bite of my sandwich. He was glaring at me but I could see the mischief behind his glare. I'm in trouble.

"Ask the house to-" I stopped my sentence. The air grew cold and eerie. Still, everything went so very still.

Azriel and Cassian felt it too, sitting up straight in their chairs. Something was different. We could all feel it.

There was a thud from the balcony. As if something jumped onto it, or someone landed on it.

Azriel and Cassian stood up simultaneously, grabbing their weapons. Their siphons glowing as they listened around.

Who the hell just landed at the House of Wind? No one can get up here unless they have wings. The Illyrians wouldn't dare to step foot up here. It can't be Mor, she's suppose to be in the Hewn City all day.

Azriel's shadows swirled around him, informing him of whatever just entered our house. My heart plummeted as I saw the color drain from Azriel's face.

"What's wrong? Who's here?" I shot to my feet. I was almost tempted to grab one of the daggers at Cassian's hip. If Azriel was scared then-

"I was expecting some open arms, not swords and daggers."

I don't think I ever turned around so quickly in my life.

Rhysand. Rhys. My brother. He's home. He's here, he's alive.

My knees buckled and I would have fallen to the ground if Cassian had not caught me.

My hand covered my mouth, silencing the sob that escaped me, tears poured out my eyes.

I beat Cassian and Azriel to him first, wrapping my arms around his neck so tightly. I held on for life, afraid this was a dream and the second I let go he would be gone. But I could feel him, smell him. He's here, home.

His arms stay wrapped around me as I placed my hands on his face, looking him over.

"Are you hurt?" I didn't dare ask if he was okay. How could he ever be okay from what ever torture she put him through?

"I'm alright," he replied. No signs of injury or bruises. But he was so very pale. Years away from sunlight would do that to you.

"I can't believe you are here." I wiped the tears from his cheeks, he did the same to me.

I wrapped my arms around him once more, kissing the top of his head a few times.

I didn't want to let him go but I know Azriel and Cassian would want their time with him.

The second I stepped from his embrace Cassian replaced me, literally picking Rhys off the floor and spinning him around.

"If you do not put me down I cannot promise that I will not puke on you," Rhys's laugh sent warmth through my body. I never thought I'd hear that again.

It didn't feel real. The days turned to weeks, weeks turned to months and the fact that Rhys was here still felt like a dream.

Amarantha was dead. Feyre saved us all, Rhys's mate. Rhys's mate... He has a mate. Who's marrying someone else. He showed us her. Showed us all she did. His face lit up telling us the story about her killing the wyrm.

It's been 3 months and I am savoring every last bit of it.

***

"You're different, sister." Rhys stared at me from across the room. He sat at his desk as I lounged in the chair in his bedroom. We did this often. This was where we always had our deep talks or hashed things out if we were upset. He would do work at his desk and I would occupy my time in the chair by reading or writing. 

"I'm happy. You're finally home." I looked up from the hat I was knitting, another thing I picked up in the 50 years he was gone. 

The smile faded off his face as he looked down at his hands. "Mor told me..."

"Whatever she told you, is in the past. Everything is good, now you're home. I'm good, I promise." Though I looked away from him I could feel the guilt in him from across the room. "Enough with the sadness, please."

"Fine, you don't want to talk about it. I'll respect that. Is there anything you do want to talk about?" His voice was hinting. There's no way he knows. We haven't.... well not since he got back. That was my decision. 

"Like what?" I didn't dare look up at him.

"Hey, you guys down for Rita's tonight?" Gods his timing was the worse. Of course Cassian had to come in and interrupt now.

Rhys and I made eye contact. He had a stupid smirk on his face. He knew... How did he know?

"Cass, please join us. We were actually just about to have a chat." Rhys pointed to his bed for Cassian to take a seat. 

Cassian went to take a seat, completely oblivious to the situation. "No, leave." He froze in his spot, looking at Rhys and me confused.

"Cassian, take a seat. As your High Lord, I order you." I could smack that stupid smug smile off his face.

"You can't do that." I snapped, crossing my arms over my chest. Pulling this High Lord card... I should smack him up side the head.

"Can and just did, sit."

Cassian took and seat and glanced between at Rhysand and I, who were having a stare off. 

"Cassian..." Rhys began, now looking at him. Cassian was trying to play it cool but I noticed the sweat beginning to form on his forehead. My heart was racing a hundred miles an hour, no doubt my brother could hear it too. "Are you sleeping with my sister?"

"Oh my gods, really Rhys?" I shot up from my seat. I felt the lie on my tongue, "Cassian and I are not-"

"We're together, yes. We have been for a while now. We take care of each other, watch out for one another. You can be mad at me, beat the shit out of me but I don't give a fuck." Cassian stood back up, no longer looking at Rhys but now me. "400 years I have loved her. 35 years I have been utterly, hopelessly in love with her."

Silence all around. I was shocked he admitted that right away. I mean we were caught, it was gonna be hard to lie to him. Cassian was standing up for us and here I was gawking like a complete idiot.

"Cassian and I are mates," I admitted to my brother nervously, but proudly. "I am madly in love with him. We wish to be mated and married but only with your permission."

That smirk had faded from my brothers face the minute Cassian spoke. His face was blank of emotion and he was silent for a while.

"This is not what I was expecting." He spoke. He crossed his arms over his chest. He looked mad but he was silent again for a while. "Fine. You have my blessing. But I'm still kicking your ass for hitting on my sister." He stood up a punched Cassian in the shoulder and then came and wrapped his arms around me which automatically relaxed me.

He placed his hands on either sides of my face, forcing me to stare into his eyes. The eyes we shared from our father. 

Are you sure? He spoke to me in my mind. My shields were down for him the second he wrapped his arms around me.

I nodded and replied to only him, I've never experienced this type of happiness before.

His face softened as a single tear rolled down my face, and he wiped it away. He was always the one to wipe away my tears. He placed a kiss on my forehead and pulled away.

"Just don't show it around me," he shivered and I rolled my eyes.

"Rhys I'd like to request some time off work," Cassian said with a smirk, looking me up and down.

"I hate this already. Get out of my face." He waved us off.

Cassian held his hand out to me which I gladly took as we ran out of Rhys's room. The second we were out of earshot, to spare Rhys, Cassian's hands and lips were all over me.

"I'm never waiting that long ever again. It was pure torture not to kiss you, to hold you, to touch you," Cassian growled in my ear. 

"I know, I'm sorry." I brought his lips back to mine. "Never again."

"Are we doing this?" He whispered, out of breath.

"Meet me at the cabin in an hour." I stepped out of reach from him, a big smile on my face.

"An hour?" He groaned. 

"One hour and then... you'll have me for eternity." I stepped forward and kissed his lips once more, in a slow and achingly long kiss. "I love you. One hour." Then I winnowed away. 

A/N cute little ending :) hope you guys liked it!

Masterlist

[qwertzze]

I WANT MORAE OF YOUR DADDY LONG LEGS GIJINKA!!!! GIMME A DOODLE PAGE DEDICATED TO HIM IF YOU HAVE TO I LOVE YOUR DESIGN OF HIMMMMM ❤️❤️❤️

Wrote this once already but Tumblr deleted in when I breifly windowed the app, man is everything working against me getting this out

Probably not worth whatever hype the wait gave you, but I tried

Alt version with others in the cast drawn from memory (with my finger)

Now to the meat of my notes!

A comparison with the original is the first thing I'll do

Color choices -

Maroon for the skin and much more defined black and white for the clothes. This was done to make a more prominent difference between clothing and the rest of it, to add something of a feel of uniform (it may not make sense to you, but it does to me)

In the new one, I made DDL entirely out of black and white. This ties into a design I do for a lot of the hosts, especially ones that aren't animated using assets. It's to make him more casual while also being more inhuman. With less identifiable features, the goal is to make his presence odder and less human

Hair -

In the original, I made it more realistic, and it was basically just what first came to mind. I'm honestly not sure WHY I did it like that. The two lines are to make it clear it's hair, and add the idea it's slicked back

In the new design, I made his hair protrusion thingy both longer and gave it less height. Most of that is me drawing it from what I remembered of the design, not what it actually was. I gave the ponytail a much less realistic gravity, and no hairtie to add onto the minimalism in detail

The references I used -

These two, that's it

Kit Kat's design -

Pretty much the only thing I think I did decently here

I know Sacri already made her a human design, but I wanted to put my own spin on it, and I didn't want to have to make her bit too much of a big deal

Yes, her hair would've had to braids at the beginning of the series, and one of her chocolates being broken was replaced in my mind for her hair being chopped off

Necklaces are to represent that little circle thing on her wrapper, and the skirt is to represent that frilly crease thing

Her shirt was probably torn and repaired, and she just doesn't care enough to replace it, that's my take on the wrapper being ripped

Last thing -

Two eyed wink :]

[ashlynniis-bracketeers]

E.G.OBLAST 4 {Antonblast/PMoon} (Lantern RAD - Gold Rush JG - Roseate Desire JG)

Moar E.G.OBLAST upon ye, this time featuring one character with both a LobCorp/Ruina and Limbus E.G.O 83. Ring-A-Ding and Jewel Ghoul x2.

I'll be putting my reasonings/design notes under a cut, because there's Lotsa Text™.

I hope you like it!

First up: Ring-A-Ding, with Lantern (Meat Lantern, E.G.O name shared with Faelantern).

I gave R-A-D Meat Lantern due to their shared association with hunger/Gluttony (R-A-D's official sin: "Gluttony can apply to much more than the size of a meal"), deception (ML's lure, R-A-D looking like a bell but splitting open into an angelic abomination), and dangerous plants (ML's lure looks like a flower with a glowing bulb, while the non-boss level most associated with R-A-D is The Mysterious Glasshouse, which is filled with carnivorous plants. Don't even get me STARTED on the "Irritating Plant Room"...). Paradise Lost could also fit with the shared theme of "transforming to reveal an angelic abomination", but Meat Lantern just generally fit better.

Meat Lantern doesn't have a "Ruina-style/Limbus super-move-style" E.G.O, and Ring-A-Ding is a fucking bell, so I basically had free reign lmao. Gave it a little fur boa 83. The Corrosion is meant to resemble Ring-A-Ding's third phase with an inverted pose to resemble ML's breaching form, no wings, breaching ML's teeth (with the gums colored after third-phase R-A-D's weird membrane), eyes in a place like a "hinge", and less arms that are inside its mouth. I've been corru-brained lately, so I ended up basing the Corrosion's eyes off of corru signature eyes like Tozik's jahsdkahds the colors already match

The text reads:

Awakening - Flicker, flicker... Feel free to behold my light all you like.

Corrosion - I see you right there. Come closer! Don't you see it? Isn't it beautiful? Aren't I beautiful?

Next up: Jewel Ghoul with Gold Rush (King of Greed).

Chose Gold Rush for JG's LobCorp/Ruina E.G.O because... I mean, c'mon. His Sin may be Lust, but the KoG's association with gold and opulence just pairs too well with a living gemstone.

The cape/gauntlet/Corrosion body texture was not manually drawn. Fuck that. That was me just using various textured brushes with black and red, and then copy-pasting them with various transformations applied lmao.

The idea of keeping the KoG's prison window on the body of the Corrosion and having JG's phase-two heart visible in it was inspired by a commenter on Reddit. They also mentioned making it resemble a fish, but I only saw that comment after I was nearly done... but I wanted to retain the JG's lack of limbs, replacing his hands with little mini-corrosions, so it ended up resembling a fish/eel anyway lmao.

The text reads:

Awakening: Shiny~! I'm downright gleamin'! Givin me everythin' I could ever want... all 'cept for you.

Corrosion: C'mere. I know exactly how you can make me the happiest little jewel in the whole wide world...

Lastly: Jewel Ghoul again, this time with Roseate Desire (Pink Shoes).

I picked it as his Limbus E.G.O primarily for one reason: Lust-affinity. JG's official Sin is listed as Lust ("Lust is a distraction most dangerous"). He's lust in the "horrendous sleazebag" sense, hedonistic and lecherous (what with the gem strippers in the background of his fight), and the Pink Shoes seem to have a theme of being controlled by one's desires as opposed to being the one properly controlling them. Fits...

...but then I had to figure out how to incorporate the shoes into the design, considering JG's complete lack of legs lmao. For his Awakening: Hat decoration + one dangling from his waist by a ribbon. For his Corrosion: The shoes dangle from an unseen area above him, ribbons replacing his little wispy blue tail(s, including his hands) and body. Wanted to play up more body horror for it. His Corrosion is literally empty inside, not properly filled by his mindless hedonism 83

The text reads:

Awakening: C'mere, doll! Let's dance! Gimme everythin' you've got!

Corrosion: Click, clack... clip, clop... Y'know ya can't ever escape me.

[3minsover]

Steddie Dancing With the Stars AU (posted on twitter a little while ago)

Eddie Munson used to be in a band.

They were successful, hit the mainstream at just 19 years old, and had almost 4 years of success. But it’s been 8 years since the band fell apart, and when Eddie’s manager suggests he do something like Dancing With the Stars, he’s initially appalled. He’s a Serious Musician. He’s not about to make a fool of himself fucking about in spandex on live television. But management feed him the Exposure line; it’ll make him a household name again, remind people he exists. So he has his people say yes. Though, he’d left it late to agree to the offer, so he’s only a back up in case someone else drops out. He’ll most probably not have to even do it. Sweet. Except, a week before filming starts, someone does drop out. bumping eddie up to main cast.

Shit.

He’s paired with a guy, Steve. Has no issues with dancing with a man; they’re not the only same sex couple this season and it’s cool to see even a little progress. What he very much does have an issue with, however, is Steve Harrington. Who made no effort to hide how disappointed he was that the man Eddie’d been replacing - some ex-football player - had dropped out last minute, and how he ‘guesses Eddie’ll do.’ Steve’s pushy and demanding, and frankly a bit of a bitch. But he’s a fucking great dancer. Even Eddie can see that. they get through the first couple weeks of live shows easily enough, but it’s tough faking a smile and agreeing that, ‘Oh, i’m just so lucky to have Steve as my partner.’

The night after the third live show, when Eddie had missed a step and nearly tripped Steve, when muscles are sore and nerves are frayed, they get into it in the parking lot out back of the studio.

Eddie confronts Steve about his attitude, and Steve bites back about Eddie’s own. It takes one of the other dancers to break them apart, all up in each other’s faces as they were. They’re told to cool the fuck off, start again on Monday. Only, when monday rolls around, Steve announces their dance this week is the Argentine Tango.

Eddie’s heard of it, another couple danced it last week. lots of twisting and stepping and flicking of legs. Fucking nonsense, honestly. Steve sits Eddie down and shows him the choreo he’ll be doing, gliding over the studio floor, arms raised at the elbow, hands floating in the air in front of his chest, and Eddie finds himself itching to be clasped within those hands. He almost slaps himself at the thought. They work through the first few sequences, Eddie giving lacklustre leg-raises between Steve’s calves. after a particularly half-hearted flick, Steve tightens his grip on Eddie’s biceps and jolts him, forcing Eddie to look at him. They’re chest to chest, nose to nose, heartbeats already elevated from the movement.

"You don’t get to fuck this up for me," Steve growls, eyes boring into eddie’s with a darkness he’s not seen in the month they’ve known each other.

"You think I’m doing this on purpose? I can’t do it, it looks stupid."

"It only looks stupid if you don’t try," Steve snarls in response. "Let’s keep going." He swings the pair around to their next position. And then Steve does something that has Eddie’s jaw dropping open.

Steve drops into a crouch, sliding one leg swiftly out to the side. the angle seems impossible, and it has Eddie thinking all sorts of things about how flexible Steve is. Steve’s hands have slid down Eddie’s arms and are circling his wrists, pulling on them just enough for Steve to keep his balance.

"Okay, and then you’re going to spin me round from left to right. Can you do that?" Steve asks. But Eddie’s unable to focus on the question, because all he can see is Steve, face-height with his junk, looking up at him through those long lashes.

"Uh. Can I- gimme a second." Eddie tears himself away from Steve’s grasp, rushes out of the studio and into the foyer. He’s lightheaded with lust and his cheeks are burning.

This isn’t happening. He doesn’t like Steve. He’d been secretly planning to sabotage their performance so they’d get voted off, but now. Now he’s already craving the featherlight touch of Steve’s fingertips as he repositions Eddie’s head, as he guides his hands to the correct place. He eventually returns to the rehearsal room, having splashed some cold water over his flushed face.

Steve does the move again, and Eddie spins him, staying silent but for confirmation of Steve’s instructions. And then Steve slowly raises himself up until he’s pressed back against Eddie’s chest, leaning ever so slightly to his left to look back at Eddie’s face.

"The Argentine is about desire. Want. Lust. It’s about craving. You have to look at me like you crave me," Steve almost whispers, and Eddie’s legs feel weak. Eddie swallows, blinks hard, can’t help the way his gaze dips down to trace over Steve’s plush pink lips. When he looks back up, Steve’s eyes are wide and searching. "Yeah, like that," Steve breathes, though Eddie had been making no conscious effort to look at Steve in any way other than the way Steve makes him feel.

And if Eddie realizes now that that feeling is desire, then that’s just gonna make this whole thing a fuckton more interesting.

[banzaitaka]

I had this in my drafts for a long time. Started writing it when I was on my period and needed comfort.

Shall I make something more outta this?? Gimme your thoughts

Reader is:

-ftm trans (he/him)

-hyena beastman

-octavinelle student

-introverted

Azul, Jade and Floyd are gonna be your frens in this, eventually. Platonic, fluff, comfort.

___

(Y/N) dreaded his monthly week of red and dysphoria the moment he got the news he was going to NRC, even more than he already did. At first it actually started off as the usual mix of fear and excitement. Excitement because he actually got to go to a boys school, and fear mostly because of his social anxiety. After a bit of looking through the internet though, he couldn't really find information on transgender students attending that specific college.

Didn't mean there weren't any at all, but surely it wasn't enough to actually normalize certain things...Like buying pads, which is where the dread kicked in. It was hard enough for him to enter a store all by himself, but then going up to the counter of the school store and asking for period products? In a boys school?

And like the teen has feared, he was quivering, curled up in a ball in the corner of his dorm room. It must've been either luck or fate that gave him his own room. Although the roommates he could've had might've been that one group he needed as mental support during this horrible time. That group could've called him masculine terms, refilled his hot-water bottle for him, got him those damn pads he was slowly running out off...

That group would've been a blessing, truly. Knowing it could've also went the oppisite way, though, made (Y/N) not sad about sharing his room with his plushies, and his plushies only. It was easier for him to sleep alone in a smaller room anyways.

The bitter aftertaste of being given a separate room because he was trans, without questioning if it was necessary, was ignored as best as possible. It was somewhat disappointing, but there were perks in it too. And leaving it as an act meant well was feeling better at the time being.

Only when the actual pads were replaced with a bunch of toilet paper, (Y/N) counted the money in his wallet. NRC was clearly not transphobic, but the possible humiliation was steadily crawling around in the back of his mind. Honestly, the last thing he wanted was people finding out about him being transgender. Not because he was ashamed of it, he was actually very open about it back in the Shaftlands, his confidence about anything regarding himself was just not existing at that time. Any unwelcomed comment could shape his view on himself to the worst.

If only he had friends in this school full of strangers.

He had gotten know his dormmates, sure, but spoken he only had to three of them. Properly, I mean. They came straight from under the sea, switched out their tails and tentacles with human legs. Of course, they had to get used to walking first. Learn how to walk, to be more specific, seeing as none of them came to the surface before enrolling.

The help they received from the school only provided improvement, but that still didn‘t prevent all tripping or knees giving in.

(Y/N) actually made it his mission to try and catch them as often as he could. And once the headmage saw him executing that task, the hyena became their unofficial guide. No job interview or anything. It wasn‘t all that difficult nor time consuming since there were actually professionals working with the mermen, though. So that was a good thing. The pressure was bearable.

Their names were quickly saved in his brain, there was no way he would allow a mix up. Azul, silver hair, glasses. Jade, sharp eyes, highlight on the left side. Floyd, dog eyes, highlight on the right side. That was his personal Quizlet.

It wasn't difficult to get along with those three. Being quick to sort people into different personality categories really helped. Jade seemed to be alright with most approaches, being watched was the only dislike point (Y/N) noted in bold font. Azul seemed to be against accepting mere favors from others. (Y/N) proposed getting a written compliment for everything he helped him with. Which really seemed to help him for the most part.

And Floyd, now Floyd was the toughest one. Though (Y/N) was able to relate to his mood swings and lack of motivation, that didn't really help him deal with it. He had no idea how to make walking any more fun, didn't know how to bring in a new element to reawake the merman's excitement for his new limbs. So he just lets him be whenever he didn't feel like it. Floyd seemed very interested in running and jumping around, letting him just lay or sit around wasn‘t going to have a bad impact.

And that's pretty much all the involvement they had with each other. Besides the occasional greeting, information exchange and chase around the school ground.

So not even they were on the list of people to ask for aid...

There was nothing and no one else to turn to, he knew that, stuffing his wallet in his bag and reapplying his perfume. Being seen buying period products is one thing, but having a fellow beastman smell it? He never felt so lucky being a beastman, or else he might've been under even more stress, wondering if they knew.

Take a deep breath, (Y/N), you got this.

The dress shoes of the dorm uniform weren‘t comfortable on his feet. If it wasn‘t for the satisfying click clack of their heels (and the dress code), he would‘ve thrown them straight into the trash. Why did they have to wear uniforms at any time besides sleeping? Dorm uniforms were cool, but come on. Isn‘t this the time for relaxing? At least the usual uniform was pretty bendable. Though not all teachers clearly didn‘t appreciate all types of styles, it was allowed to bring your own taste into it.

He remembered seeing a fellow freshman wear a hoodie under his jacket, seemed a little too warm, but certainly looked nice. Oh, or a junior who ditched the jacket completely and paired it with sandals.

(Y/N) was still figuring out how he was going to style his uniform himself. A balance between comfortable and certified by as many teachers as possible seemed like a good bet, if it wasn‘t so difficult to achieve.

-

One year later, this already looked much different.

(Y/N) curled into himself, breath shaky and quite as another cramp overcame him. His fangs dug deep into his bottom lip, providing no release to the pain, however. A soft knock on the door made the male slowly open his eyes, eyebrows still furrowed in a frustrated groan. His eyes were only met with the wall at his bed, darkened due to the little light illuminating the room.

"Ye.", he squeaked out, hoping it was loud enough to be heard from the other side of the door.

The light from outside the dorm room spilled into the room, shining and revealing a tall shadow. The hyena didn't have to turn around to know it was Jade. He could smell the moray's cologne and the hot chocolate.

"You seem to still be in a lot of pain. Are you sure you don't want something to provide heat?", he stepped into the room, catious not to step on or kick any of the plushies that fell onto the ground due to (Y/N)'s thrashing. He placed the mug on the nightstand, before leaning over the male a bit to search for his face.

(Y/N) shook his head, "You guys did so much for me already. I can handle it from here."

[narrators-journal]

kicks my legs, gimme eikichi and keigo, 7 and 20

Boy oh boy, the wheel I have the asks on picked another OC ask for my boyfriend! If you're wondering, Keigo's his boi, and he's the only one I take oc asks for bc I rp with him and also helped develop a few of em <3 I hope this is a fun read regardless tho, I tried my best.

Kinktober prompt list: Here

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CW: Dubcon energy, at least, monsterfucking because Michel is a siren here, public sex, I don't know how bath houses work lol.

With college exams finished, and the moon high in the sky, Keigo [last name] decided to head off to the public bath house. After all, with how late it was, surely it would be basically abandoned, right? Even if it had a few vampires in it, Keigo could deal with it, right?

He was wrong.

While appearing empty when he paid, with a locker room that only had the standard gray lockers and jacket hooks offering white robes when he went in to put his long, lilac hair in a ponytail and strip down to replace his clothes with a robe, meandering out onto the tiled floor of the men’s bathing area met Keigo with someone else. A blue-haired man sitting at the edge of one of the bathing pools off to the side spotted the new customer and waved cordially. Just my fucking luck.

Though, despite the moody thought, the college student gave a polite wave back and just went to the furthest pool from his new bathmate. Only for his sing-song voice to catch his ear. “Hey wait, there’s no need to dirty another tub, you can join me.” A siren, judging from the odd, infectious energy his voice woven into his words. Not potent enough to effect him, but noticeably there. “What? Dude, I don’t know you, and these things get cleaned out regardless of use.” He pointed out, looking at the man in the tub to see him pout. “Okay, you got me, I just want a cute boy to give me some attention. Jig is up.” He confessed, as dramatic as a hammy theater kid with the way he threw his head back and put an arm over his scarlet eyes. Staying like that for a moment or two to let the tanned man look over his pale skin, dark blue hair that sat gelled straight up at the front to showcase the paler strip of dyed baby blue, and well-muscled body before he spoke again. “I’m only playing though, you don’t gotta join me if you don’t want.” And, with that assurance, he gave Keigo a winning smile and simply returned to simply soaking in the hot water. Letting the college student weigh his own comfort.

Admittedly, he is pretty. A mischevious voice noted, the tanned man looking the siren over once more as he thought, the monster not seeming to care or notice as he laid his head back and shut his eyes in bliss. And, it would be kind of nice to let off some steam after exams. Or, at least see where it goes. The voice continued, and Keigo found that, yeah. He agreed with that point. He’d spent the last week doing nothing but cramming and testing and practicing for exams, he deserved a bit of relief.

So, with a sigh that got one of the monster’s cherry-colored eyes to open, Keigo dropped his robe by the pool and got in with the man. Keeping a polite distance, and focusing mostly on the water, or himself, but not complaining when the straighter slid a bit closer. “so, what’s your name, handsome?” He hummed, his words oozing charm already. “Keigo Mikata, you?” “Eikichi Mishina! A famous singer and songwriter around these parts.” The siren chirped, making the college student snort slightly, “You seem the singer type, I’m not surprised.” He hummed, getting Eikichi to snort in turn. Which, eased a bit of the anxiety chewing at Keigo’s belly.

So, he found himself pretty okay with having chosen to share the warm bath with someone new. Eikichi was entertaining to talk to, with his confidence, and friendly, flirty energy that...a few times, at least, the college boy returned. Letting himself indulge in the chaotic possibility of his chance encounter more and more. Letting the blue-haired singer inch closer and closer without ever noticing just how much that dull edge of power had chipped away at his defenses. Until, of course, it was too late.

Before Keigo could notice, Eikichi had an arm thrown lazily around his shoulders. And was leaning in close enough to bring a flood of heat to the man’s tanned face. “Uh? Can I help you?” He asked, his nerves snapping with a warring sense of excitement, and uncertainty. Despite his appearance, the singer was still a siren, and Keigo was little more than a freckle-faced, tired college student. Flirting aside, the power difference got the purple-haired student’s heart racing. "Shhhhh, easy baby" the siren hummed, his hand coming up to cup Keigo’s freckled cheek, warmed from the steam of the bath they sat in. "You trust me, don't you?" He asked, and...yeah. Keigo did find that he trusted the stranger a shocking amount already.

Sure, he wasn’t exactly human, but...with the whisps of fog slithering into his head, Keigo didn’t really have the strength, or urge, he found, to pull away when the siren pulled him into a warm kiss. And, it was, nice. A nice, slow kiss that tasted like an addictive...candy? Dessert? The purple-haired man couldn’t decide, but it drove him crazy to not know, at the same time.

Humming slightly, Keigo let the monster run his nimble fingers through his long hair and deepen the kiss. Eikichi’s other hand dipping beneath the warm water to push his thighs apart so that the blue-haired man could sit between them. Letting his erection press against the smaller male’s belly as if making some offer while the siren hummed a small tune that wriggled into Keigo’s mind like a worm in an apple. Thickening the haze.

Finally, Eikichi broke the kiss and gave the purple-haired man a charming smile as he said, “Do me a favor, baby, and suck my dick.” He hummed, making the college student scrunch up his face in disgust. “What?! I still don’t even know you! That’s a little too forward, dude.” He argued, only for the tall man to return his hand to his cheek to stroke his face lovingly while his voice gained a stronger, sing-song edge that seemed to nail his words into Keigo’s brain despite his awareness of the persuasion. “shush, darling~ It’ll be fun, I promise.” He cooed, his cherry-colored eyes captivating the college student until the power in his words saturated his thoughts. He’s right. The voice in his head told the purple-haired man, It’d be very fun to suck his dick. I bet he tastes great.

“Okay…” He muttered, mindlessly smiling back at the beautiful man when he beamed. Letting the taller man move to the edge of the bath to sit on the ledge to keep an eye out for any other people strolling into the bathhouse while Keigo moved to be the one between the blue-haired siren’s legs. He had no real thoughts of the public setting, the risk of some stranger waltzing into the steamy bathing area, or how little he knew of the convincing man before him.

All he cared about was the cock standing proudly in front of his face.

So, without a word, the college student eagerly began kissing a trail up the shaft of Eikichi’s member. Letting him tangle those elegant fingers in his hair as he hummed against the sensitive organ before continuing up to the pink head of the siren’s erection to lap up the beads of precum welling up there. And, his assumption was right, Eikichi’s precum did have that same addictive, sweet taste as his kisses.

All the while, Eikichi hummed and moaned out encouragement as Keigo swirled his tongue around the head before taking him into his mouth. Bobbing his head, the college student hummed around the monster, enjoying the melodic moans and continual humming of encouragement his actions got. Pushing him on as he bobbed his head slowly and pressed his tongue to the siren’s twitching dick to draw out more addictive noises. “Shit, your mouth feels so good.” Eikichi moaned, only to shudder and gasp when the violet-haired college student moaned around him in response. Pushing his head down and almost humping into Keigo’s mouth in a desperate need to get every inch of himself within the warmth of the man’s mouth. Which, Keigo didn’t mind, so long as it earned him more melodic sounds of lust from the singer.

So, he kept up with bobbing his head and keeping his tongue pressed to the underside of the siren’s dick. Sprinkling in a few moans of his own to make the blue-haired man quiver under his touch. Relishing the zing each noise sent into his blood, like some reward for making the man feel good.

Especially enjoying how the siren’s grip on his violet hair tightened, and his moans grew more needy and breathless when Keigo began stroking what portions of Eikichi’s throbbing cock couldn’t be taken into his mouth. Even through the thick haze of persuasion, having such a confident, charming man writhing at the edge of the bath from his actions sent bolts of stomach twisting desire and pride.

Sadly, though, before Keigo could get another taste of that delicious, sugary flavor of Eikichi’s cum, the blue-haired man pulled the eager college student off of himself. Hissing out a string of curses when, despite his attempts to deny him that drug-like taste, Eikichi’s cum splattered onto the long-haired man’s tongue and tanned cheeks. “Fuck, sorry about that…” The monster panted, untangling his fingers from the student’s limp, disheveled ponytail while his pale cheeks were dusted with a dark rosey hue as he looked down at the dazed, foggy man still sitting in the bath’s warm water. “It’s...fine,” Keigo muttered, using the steamy water to wash off the ribbons of cream from his face so he could try to give the siren a thoughtless smile.

However, before he could, that risk that always hung over public hook-ups, became reality with the blood-chilling slap of bare feet on the tile floor of the bathing area.

Thinking fast, Eikichi damn near shoved Keigo’s head completely into the warm water. He looked over his shoulder and grinned at whoever he saw. “Ah! Hey there, Tatsuya! Didn’t expect to find you out so late.” He chirped, brushing his gelled hair back into its vertical style when the steam made the strip of paler blue droop. “What brings you to a bathhouse at this hour? Jun kick you out for some spell? Looking for sacrifices?” “I got locked out of the house.” Was the simple, grumpy explanation his apparent friend gave, adding with a far more concerned edge to his deep voice, “Why are you sitting on the edge like that?” Which, sent another bucket of ice water through Keigo’s blood as he sent whatever god may be listening a swift prayer that his robe hadn’t been noticed beside the tub. However, with Tatsuya there, all he could realistically do to discourage that discovery was try to sit as still as possible in the steamy water so as to not give himself away. Inwardly willing whatever forces there were in the world, to, again, spare him the humiliation of having to explain himself.

Eikichi, meanwhile, just sighed dramatically at the question, playing off the odd position he was in with a faked confidence, rather than his vocal powers. “I forgot my fuckin’ towel in the locker room. I was trying to drip dry a bit so I don’t flood the floor, y’know? Or get the robe soggy.” Which, was responded to with a stretch of skeptical silence, before his friend sighed, “Do you want me to get you your towel?” “Yes.”

And, while maybe a little too quick of an answer, judging from Tatsuya’s huff and hesitance, Keigo did hear him return to the locker room. So, he took his chance.

Scrambling out of the hot bath water, the purple-haired man snatched up his robe and bolted for the exit without another word to the siren. Only the fiery heat of humiliation creeping across his cheeks now that the enthralling persuasion had ebbed. Making a break back to his dorm like a gazelle running from a lion. All thoughts of the siren left back at the bathhouse he swore to never return to.

[ackermans-posts]

𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐉𝐎𝐁𝐒

characters: levi, eren, jean & reiner

warnings: blowjobs, exhibition, risky sexual activities, anal, cum eating, rope play, blindfolds , daddy kink

𝑳𝑬𝑽𝑰 𝑨𝑪𝑲𝑬𝑹𝑴𝑨𝑵

levi loves watching you struggle to take his girth — in either hole tbh. he usually prefers having his cock deep inside your sweet cunt, stretching it out like you were made for him. but on days like these, tired and lazy ones — shooting his load down your throat suffices perfectly. he’s also pretty kinky w/ it…

…..

levi’s long fingers stroke your chin, his thumb gently grazing your lip. “close your eyes, my sweet whore,” he whispers, unbuckling his belt with his free hand, “or i’ll have to blindfold you. would you like that?”

your cunt flutters under his praise as you stare into his eyes. you’re already hooked around his leg, grinding your pussy on him like a bitch in heat. you nod desperately, hoping he’ll finally let you have a taste of his cock. you’ve been dreaming about it lately— having your tongue on him, being the one to pleasure him instead of the latter.

“of course you would, you’re a little slut huh?” levi taunts. you feel yourself getting wetter, the ache in your core almost impossible to ignore at this point. but despite his words he leans in to give you a sloppy kiss — his tongue sliding against yours in a fit of strength.

you moan into the kiss, wanting, needing more. “please levi, i wanna taste you,” you whimper, sucking at his lip. he releases a groan before pulling his dick out of his pants, the length slapping against his abdomen — precum leaks from the tip in need, and you’re more than happy to fulfil it.

“fuck, gimme a second,” levi grunts, grabbing a tie from one of his suit jackets, wrapping it around your eyes. a rush of nervousness and excitement flows through you at the anticipation of not being able to see his movements. you feel hands gripping your own before a rough substance replaces it. rope? wetness drips down your thighs at the foreign feeling of it tugging against your wrists, securing them tightly.

“l-levi?” you whisper, afraid to make any sudden movements. something rough gripping the back of your head interrupts you — and the next thing you know you’re being tugged down, levi’s cock trying to slip past your puffy lips.

“fuck, shut just up and take it”

𝑬𝑹𝑬𝑵 𝒀𝑬𝑨𝑮𝑬𝑹

eren is a big fan of the sucking dick under a table action. esp when he’s playing video games with his friends — he gets to show off how perfect his sweet girl is, cum in your mouth and win a round of fighting zombies at the same time? what more could he want?

….

“fuck baby, i’m playin’ a game right now.. shit, just get under the table yea?” it doesn’t take much more than that for you to fumble on your knees and crawl between erens legs. the moment you unzip his pants, his cock springs out — all beautiful, thick, veiny and long.

“yeah, sorry. i’m here.. jus’ gimme a sec,” eren mumbles into his mic, continuing his game. in the background you discreetly hear his friends chatting and murmuring about things — but that’s not what you care about, making your boyfriend feel good is.

you give erens cock a few cat licks, the taste seeping onto your tongue as your stomach tightens, wanting more. he hisses gently, whispering a few encouraging phrases for you to keep going. things like, “cmon baby… take it all… i’ll fuck you real nice after”

embarrassment warms your cheeks at the fact his friends could hear but your core gushes at the praise, the dirty promise behind his words.

you eventually take him deeper, hallowing your cheeks until he bottoms out — hitting the back of your throat. you want to be perfect for him but you can’t help the constricting and gagging in your mouth due to his sheer size.

“fuck, keep going baby” he mutters, and you can hear laughing in the background. a whimper leaves your throat and you do your best to take him all again, free hand flying up to cup his balls while you suck him.

“you’re doin’ so good.. m’ gonna win this game then fuck you senseless okay?” you can’t speak through the fat cock that’s inside your mouth, but you’re sure eren knows you want everything he’s willing to give. your pussy rubs against his leg embarrassingly fast, and a loud whimper croaks out.

“shit, you cumming baby? what a dirty girl huh? couldn’t wait could you?” your tongue swirls around the base of his dick to the tip and you nod vigorously, grinding yourself harder and harder to seek release.

you hear movement, eren muting his mic and whispering a ‘be right back’ to his friends before he scoots his chair back a little, cock slipping out of your mouth to watch you. that simple movement has you cumming, sparks flying through your head as you soak his pants with your arousal.

“that feel good? yea? open your mouth baby… jus’ like that, don’t close em” eren grabs his cock, thumb rubbing over his slit before he jerks himself off — fast and hard, aiming right at your tongue. your body melts at the anticipation and — one , two , three pumps hes cumming all over your face, painting a lovely picture.

you whimper loud, keeping your mouth open for any drops that escaped, licking them off your chin and cheeks. eren leans closer, cleaning your face with his fingers before prying them into your mouth so you can clean the mess he made.

“daddy’s gonna make you feel good now, okay?”

𝑱𝑬𝑨𝑵 𝑲𝑰𝑹𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑰𝑵

jeans dick was honestly jus made for sucking. but he’s gonna make you work for it if you’ve been a little brat.

…

you’ve been rutting at him all night at his work dinner with colleagues, secretly whispering and whining about how you want him to take you, to shove your clothes off at the table and show him what a slut you really are. normally, he’d be down for that — he really would. but doin this all in front of VIP’s is out of line.

jean mumbles a pitiful excuse like ‘excuse me,’ and grabs your wrist, leading you into the bathrooms. you’re a little embarrassment now. being snapped out of the haze you were in made you realize the shit you could’ve fucked up for your boyfriend.

“m’ so sorry.. just really need you” he scoffs at your answer, dragging you into a secluded stall. he grits his teeth, shit — this is still fucking risky — but he can’t fucking deny how hard you’ve gotten him now, and there’s no way he’s walking back out there to his coworkers with a raging boner inside his pants.

he grabs your cheeks, pulling them into a pretty pout, “do you know how important this meeting is? huh, you slut?” why’s he be being so mean? all you want is a release, just one and you’ll be a good girl for the rest of the evening.

“on your knees,” jean instructs.

“but—,”

“you think you’re getting anythin” after all that? get me off and i might treat you real nice at home” tears brim your eyes but you nod anyway, unzipping his pants to pull his cock out. there’s never been a time where you weren’t impressed at the sight, has there? drool seeps from your lips as you hurry to take him in your mouth.

“if anyone walks in, what do you think they’ll do when they hear a hungry slut sucking dick in the bathroom? you better be nice and quiet, honey”

𝑹𝑬𝑰𝑵𝑬𝑹 𝑩𝑹𝑨𝑼𝑵

like levi, reiner prefers having his cock inside your cunt or ass. but fuck, sometimes the thought of cumming to the sounds of you gagging after a good old fuck is perfect for him.

…

his cock slowly pulls out of your ass, cum leaking from your tight little hole -- the sounds of your whines and whimpers like music to his ears. you try to push your ass back against his dick, needy and never wanting this pleasure haze to end — you didnt know anal could feel so good until you tried, and now suddenly its all you ever wish to do with him.

"fuck, just look at you," the sight of your ass constricting at the loss of his cock almost makes him fully hard again; how could such a little thing like you be so perfect? your tits small and perky, ass beautiful and round — you honestly were sculpted for him.. even that mouth. fuck, those pretty lips.

you crawl towards him, ass high in the air as you lick your lips — cum still fucking dripping down from your thighs. you look so fucking sexy right now, he can't help but jerking his cock and tapping it against your pretty lips — once, twice before you finally open your mouth, tongue peeking out.

"shit, don't move," reiner grunts, sliding his cock up and down your tongue like its his own personal plaything. your cheeks redden at the act, thighs trembling from how bad you just want to take him all down your throat and have him cum deep inside.

not soon after, he finally thrusts his cock in your throat, fucking it hard and raw. you gag almost immediately, hands flying to grip his thighs — his loud groans spur you on as you come up for air, jerking the rest of what you can't take with your hand. he's so fucking thick, your little fingers couldn't even wrap around him completely.

he leans forward a little, finger gently caressing your lower back before prodding at your asshole, feeling the cum stuck inside. you gasp loud, the vibrations flowing through his cock makes him grunt, sliding his finger fully inside.

"reiner," you whine, tongue sliding from the base of his shaft to the tip.

"did you like it when i fucked you here?" he taunts, thrusting his cock deeper inside your mouth. you don't know how he expects you to speak when the only words flowing through your mouth are incoherent moans; tears fall down your face as you nod, feeling yourself dripping on his sheets.

minutes pass before he finally shoots his loud down your mouth, thick white ropes of cum burning your throat. he grabs your chin, mumbling a 'open wide' before spitting in your mouth. his cock taps your lips, "again"

@ all work is fiction and belongs to me.

[kaicobras]

aftertaste: eli ‘hawk’ moskowitz. requested here!

— one time turned into two and two times turned into three. three turned into too many to count and now you were in a ‘no strings attached’ relationship with hawk. too bad neither one of you can keep it strictly just that.

warnings: it just jumps RIGHT into the smut LMAO i’m..so sorry, hawk and the reader are not minors in this fic (18/19), afab!reader, fingering (fem receiving), nipple play (fem receiving), implied vaginal sex, a lil jealously from hawk, reader is a bitch (affectionate): plain and simple, angst at the end that i can’t tell if i really like orrrr not, hawk doesn’t like you with bestfriend!demitri. completely unedited bc yes.

hands descending to pull at the helm of hawk’s shirt, the open-mouthed kisses he pressed to your neck in the process halted your movements only slightly. you could only imagine how it looked now - deep pink, red, maybe even purple-colored marks beginning to coat your sensitive skin. hawk was never the type to care about leaving marks anyway, no matter how many times you’d warned him about being cautious.

you were lenient when it came to that, though. not how you were when it came down to the truly intimate things. or things you found intimate like kissing. neck kisses, sure. thigh kisses, even better. mouth? forehead? cheek? completely forbidden areas. as weird as it sounded, you both agreed that you wouldn’t blur those lines.

after all, this was just a casual thing. nothing more.

finally managing to rid the moskowitz boy of his shirt, your fingers raked through his hair as his worked their way up the tiny skirt you were wearing. ‘just for him,’ he’d teased and you only riled him up more by saying you had other people to impress. the smugness was wiped off his face in an instance, annoyance taking it’s place. if you looked hard enough, you could’ve sworn you saw a bit of hurt, but you hadn’t.

and that’s exactly how you ended up in the backseat of your car, hands and mouth all over each other except for the places you needed the most.

hawk was quick and eager to fill the need you felt, his fingers dipping under your skirt and skimming over your clit through your panties. a shudder ran over your body and your hands gripped his shoulders, no doubt shooting his ego through the damn roof.

as if he needed the satisfaction of knowing how much you wanted him even after a few touches. confidence oozed from hawk, and it showed in the way he touched you.

an involuntary whine left your mouth when he finally slipped his fingers into your panties and your folds. merely letting out a laugh you could only describe as annoying in the moment, your attention was swiftly taken away as a finger pushed inside you and a hiss left his mouth.

“always feels so fuckin’ good even around my damn fingers,” hawk murmured, his free hand coming up to cup your breasts and squeeze at them as his finger worked inside you. you wondered how he was so skilled at knowing just how to please you especially when the old him could barely look you in the eyes.

“yea, yea, gimme more already.” you rushed, hips pushing down on his hand and lap where you already straddled him. that annoying laugh filled your ears let again and hawk’s mouth replaced his hand on your tits, kissing any and everywhere he could reach on your chest.

it was sudden but you sure as hell felt when a second digit entered you, filling you up perfectly. your hands tightened on his shoulders, fingernails digging into the skin of his back, leaving crescent moon shapes. 

the seemingly relentless pace he was now going had you squirming in his lap, your moans, begs, and whimpers filling the air. if anybody could have you become a mess like this - it was hawk.

“there we go, using that pretty mouth for something other than shit-talking me.” your legs were shaking now, pleasure building up in your stomach as he teased. there were no rebuttals coming from you, at least not now when you were incredibly horny. 

“hawk, fuck, please, i’m gonna-”

“-you know what? i wonder what those miyagi-do friends of yours would think about this. seein’ you beg like this when you act like you hate me in front of them.” hawk emphasized the word ‘this’ by curling his fingers inside you, your orgasm hitting you and sending you crumpling forward into his arms.

“i..fucking...hate you.” you told him between pants, how unserious you were about these words clear as you were brought down from your high. 

hawk could only smirk, hands gripping your hips in order to push your sensitive crotch onto his. “yea? so prove it.”

it was no secret that you completely hated the parties west valley kids were known to throw. too much of everything: the kids, the booze, the pda you were subjected to. everything. unluckily for you, demitri had somehow managed to get invited to one and begged you to go with him as a plus-one. since the end of his close friendship with hawk, you had partially taken up the role as his best friend. partially, though. no one could fill that spot like hawk could.

demitri spent the night placing all types of scenarios in your head. what if he was sitting against a wall all by himself all night? what if the cobra kai ‘losers’ made their way inside? what if a fight broke up and he was terribly injured by a flying chair because you weren’t there to shield him? oh, the horror.

you finally agreed. the flying table scenario would’ve stuck with you all night otherwise.

that’s how you found yourself in some random rich kid’s house, a beer in hand as you laughed with demitri and a group of kids from a few of your classes. you also weren’t stupid; you could feel hawk’s eyes on you from across the room. it was like they were burning into you from how long he’d been doing so.

as noticeable as that was, it was even more so noticeable how he was looking at demitri. glaring daggers at the boy who was having so much fun with you that he hadn’t even noticed.

and demitri alexopoulos noticed just about everything.

clearing your throat after realizing how hard you’d been staring, you let go of demitri’s arm, - after forgetting you’d even taken it when you both first walked in - slid over your drink to him to watch it and walked toward the bathroom.

it didn’t even take long before hawk was joining you in there. you’d seen him annoyed plenty of times, of course you had, but things were different. that was confusing.

“so? any reason you’re staring at demitri like he’s the damn devil?” your tone was light and if anything, it just made hawk’s nostrils flare even more.

“of course, you wouldn’t know. too busy hanging off his fuckin’ arm like he’s your boyfriend.” bitterness. it was all in the way he spoke.

your brow raised in confusion. was he not there when you both made the agreement to keep your relationship strictly physical? there were no emotions involved and you knew it well because it was all you told yourself when you saw him flirt with other girls.

“what are you? jealous or somethin’?” easiest way to deal with these situations was to mask them with humor. “what would be so terrible about him being my boyfriend anyway? he’s a way better option than others.” the truthfulness in that joke hit both of you way harder than expected.

it wouldn’t work between you and hawk, both of you knew that even without it being said out loud. if anything, demitri would definitely seem like the better option. 

a scoff and hawk’s back met the door as he leaned against it. “right because he’s good boyfriend material. he’s the one that gets to actually kiss you ‘nd show you off. i’m just here for a quick fuck, you’re completely right.”

it was almost like you were stunned: mouth open and closing as you searched for the correct words to say yet none of them seemed right. “we talked about this before. you don’t- you don’t get to throw a hissy fit when you see me talking to a close friend of mine, eli, that’s not how it works.” that jester facade of yours was beginning to shatter quickly and you hated how vulnerable you sounded in that moment.

“you don’t think i know that already? what- fuck this, whatever.” in all the years you’ve known eli, you’ve never seen him so upset. bullies were one thing, but this? you could tell this affected him more than they ever could.

before he could swing them door open, your call of his name stopped him in his tracks.

“maybe we should call this the end of the...arrangement. clearly it wasn’t as good as a idea as we thought.” it took you a second to make sure your voice came out as steady as possible. though it was unbeknownst to him, this wasn’t fun for you either.

hawk’s hand turned the doorknob and pulled it open. “whatever you say,” he said in such a low tone you almost missed it and walked back to the party.

[dimpledcherry]

Mechanic!Eddie Headcanons

it’s been a few months - and its Christmas season - so this calls for a part 4

a link to previous parts!

the cold hits hard in Indiana so naturally the shop get cold

queue Eddie never-felt-the-warmth-in-his-life Munson coming in a vest and t-shirt under his overalls 

yes overalls are the winter wear

he will always be rubbing his hands together blowing on them when he’s in the back office waiting for a car to come in

winter time means fixing heaters and replacing loads of batteries

he defo parks his van inside the garage because he’s against having to scrap the ice off it more than once a day

ohmygod when he’s worked there for a while - long enough that Wayne is confident Eddie is going to sick to it for a while HE BUYS HIM STEEL TOE CAPS FOR CHRISTMAS

The two of them are lounging on the sofa after their make shift small Christmas dinner, the sink is clear of dirty dishes, the trailer smelling faintly of roast potatoes and mint sauce, the tv is blaring old Christmas movies and the lights from the tree gives a cosy feel to the whole thing. 

Wayne’s in his arm chair, coffee rested in his hand and on the arm, Eddie is sprawled across the 2 seater, legs dangling of the edge slightly. The two sit in a comfortable silence, only filling it with “want another drink?” or snide remark about what they’d do the character position, followed by the other man laughing and completely disagreeing. It was love - pure familiar love that the two of them had grown to accept as their chunk of normality. 

They’d shared their gifts this morning: Eddie giving Wayne a new mug and a few new plaid shirts he’d found in a thrift shop in the high street, Wayne gifting Eddie some new patches and a new ring. 

As the film drew on, Wayne silently got up, leaving his coffee by his chair and going out to his car. The late evening gifts were a Wayne trade secret. From Eddie’s gorgeous guitar to the keys to the van he rolls around in - all late evening ‘before you go to bed, I love you’ remarks. 

“Where you going?” Eddie shouted as his Uncle opened the door, leaving it open, “You’re about to miss the most unexpected twist!”

His sarcasm made Wayne chuckle, “Gimme 2 seconds, boy.”

“You’re letting the heat out!”

Wayne walked back in with a box. It was retained, wrapped in red plaid paper. Eddie’s eyebrows arched at his Uncle. Wordlessly, the elder shut the door, sitting back down in his chair, Eddie following him with his eyes and sitting up. “Did your receptionist finally reveal her undying love for you?” Wayne cocked a brow, lips straight. “Don’t look at me like that - what’s more romantic than a show of love at a time of year like this?” There was teasing in Eddie’s tone.

“Boy, shut up. This is for you.” 

“Your receptionist ain’t really my type-”

 “You're an idiot- it’s from me.”

“But we’ve already given each other our gifts..” He wiggled his hand, the new ring glistened.

“Yes, but I forgot one.” There it was. The small, almost missable, Wayne smirk. The same one Eddie learnt to develop in time of confident happiness.

The present was thrusted into his hands, Ed sat it on his lap, opening it, eyeing his parental figure every now and then. The plain box created more confusion. With squinted brows, pursed lips and a tilted head, he opened the box. Inside sat 2 well conditioned Doc. Martin steel toe cap boots. 

“Holy shit Wayne- I can’t accept these!”

He couldn't help the blistering smile, “You can and you will. If you’re going to be running around that garage for years, you ain’t doing it in them sneakers of yours.” The infamous some how always clean white reeboks. When Eddie looked at Wayne, there was nothing but love, appreciation and something heavier in his eyes, “I know how much you enjoy it there, boy, how much at home you feel. And I also know how you don't like all the protective gear, so I thought these were the best way to keep a little part of you safe.”

Eddie just smiled. Smiled the same way he did when he was 6 and Wayne let him mess around on his old acoustic, the same smile when Wayne helped him pin up the first poster, when Wayne showed him how to stitch. It was the little things, the feelings behind the actions. 

Wayne started Eddie on the trend of a flask of hot coffee 

So every morning Eddie was pull into the garage, jump out the van - him and his flask - and sit behind the desk letting the heat warm him up

The boys would tease him when it snowed

“Got snow in your hair, Gorgeous!” 

“Too cold for ya yet, Girlie?”

Can just imagine him complaining every 5 minutes: “Its so cold!” “Can we please buy more heaters?” “How are you lot not cold?”

Queue him being told: “You’re so dramatic” “How are you Wayne’s boy? That man used to run around his truck in a t-shirt in this weather!” “Thought that hair of yours would keep you warm.”

He is always shocked whenever he goes into his drawers / tool box and the tool he’s getting is cold

He’s known for alway playing his music too loudly but this time of year, he does it do he can dance to it to keep himself warm

Oh he’s gotta go do the rubbish? take in a delivery? Yeaahhh he’s palming that job onto the new apprentice 

[amesstm]

around finals

Characters: the Miya Twins, Iwa-Chan, Suna, Bokuto, Kageyama

A/N: In celebration of my finals coming up in less than a month! Three this semester and gonna take four next semester LET’S GOOOO… to my grave ;-;

✨Osamu✨ is convinced that you’ll do better between the two of you. After all, you were in advanced classes and he only aspired to be a chef at his own restaurant. If anything, you passing your finals held the most immediate importance. He knows that around exam season, you often forget to eat or pack your own meals. So, he insists that you take the bento boxes he makes for you. Sure, he already gave you pastries or onigiri but these bento boxes were completely personalized for you. He even made sure to add in your favorite sweets when you have an exam that day. For your chem exam, he wrote a little note: Remember, mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell! :3

✨Atsumu✨ feels like he will bother you a lot if he’s around for exams. You two were in different classes, so it’s not like he could’ve helped you anyway. Instead of distracting you with his overwhelming presence, he chose to silently watch you study from across the room. “‘Tsumu, why are you so far away?” You pouted, reaching your arms out towards him in a “gimme” fashion. “I don’t wanna distract ya,” your boyfriend said in an uncharacteristically soft tone, still not wanting to distract you even though his efforts had already failed. “It’s not my fault that I can’t help but pay attention to ya,” you replied, with an accidental flirtatious undertone that made your boyfriend’s face red and legs crumble. “J-just, study!”

✨Iwaizumi✨ calmly studies beside you, but sometimes checks over his shoulder to make sure that Oikawa wouldn’t bother you two. After all, the notorious setter has interrupted once with his entourage of fan girls close behind. Like an efficient coach, Iwaizumi notices where your problems are and instructs you on better studying techniques. No one really knows this about him, but he enjoys listening to Animal Crossing music when he studies because it’s relaxing and makes him actually look forward to studying. The first time he played it with you, he threatened, “You better not tell anyone about this, or consider yourself Oikawa.”

✨Suna✨ doesn’t study. He doesn’t like to study. But he likes you. Think of him as a cat that just lays there, occasionally looking - no, staring - at you when you study. If you’re not using your non-dominant hand, he likes to hold it or play with your fingertips. If you’re not in public and just laying on your bed and reading your textbook, he will absolutely put his head on your lap. “I didn’t know I was dating a cat,” you joked once when he fell asleep on your stomach. Then, it settled in that you couldn’t move. Because this cat was bigger and harder to move under. And you needed to use the restroom after studying for an hour straight.

✨Bokuto✨ doesn’t understand why your finals demand so much time. He still respects your wishes to study in a quiet atmosphere, so he stands guard around your table in the library. He makes a show of marching back and forth sometimes, like a Queen’s Guard changing shifts but it’s just replaced by himself over and over again. “Hey!” He barks at your friends trying to talk to you. “Don’t interrupt Y/N! They’re studying!” You only internally sigh and send an apologetic face to your friends before looking to your guard, “Love, do you mind getting me some boba?” He nods vigorously and skips off, finally allowing your friends to sit with you and study.

✨Kageyama✨ is hopeless as the finals slowly creep up on him. How could such a smart cookie like you be with such an academically-challenged person like him? The book couldn’t keep his attention because his eyes would always drift up to look at you instead of whatever English grammar chart you ordered him to review. “Do you need something, Tobi?” Did he not notice that he was caught staring? “Uh,” he swallowed his pride. “What’s the difference between who and whom?” You only smiled kindly and gave a short explanation. So, this is why he loved you so much. No matter how dumb he thought he was, you never treated him as such.

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[jungwonenthusiast]

hard dom sunghoon, prompt #10 and 11 w/ female reader (btw i liked the jay one😳)

A/N: sorry this is late i’m having exams rn, i hope u enjoy :) (i’m glad u liked the jay one <3)

Warnings: oral (f recieving), fingering (f recieving), unprotected sex, degradation

Word count: 2k

“Go go go go!” Jake yelps at you to run away from the zombie.

“Fuck fuck fuck,” you try to sprint away but you only have three hearts. “I’m gonna die.”

“No you’ll lose all your shit, try to get home.” he says while killing some cows to get you guys food.

“I have one heart.” you say, still trying to get home before you die.

“Come on you can do it, you have to you have like twenty diamonds.” he says.

And right when you’re at half a heart, you make it home and immediately chomp down on some beef.

“Let’s goooo!” Jake celebrates. “Gimme some diamonds.”

“I earned these,” you say and he rolls his eyes.

“Sharing is caring.” he argues.

You feel a hand on your lower back and you turn to see who it is.

“Are you done yet?” your boyfriend asks.

“Maybe in an hour.” you say.

He groans. “You guys have been at his hell game all day.”

“I know I know,” you turn back to the tv screen. “I’m almost done I promise.”

The sun is setting when you and Jake finish your Minecraft adventure. You head up to Sunghoon’s room to find him laying in bed and watching something on his laptop. You lay down next to him and try to snuggle up to him but he gives you no response. Sunghoon could be stoic at times but he was such a sweetheart behind doors, so this was odd of him.

“What’s up darling?” you ask him, resting your head on his chest.

He shrugs, not making eye contact with you.

“Baby~” you peck his jaw. “What’s wrong.”

“Nothing.” he says bluntly. He could be like a teenage girl sometimes.

You push the laptop off his lap and straddle him. You hold his face in your hands. “Why are you upset?”

He tries to pull away from you but you keep him in place.

“Come on, spit it out.” you say.

“I don’t know, I feel like you’ve been hanging out with Jake a lot these days.” he says quietly.

You ponder on that for a moment. Oh.

“I’m sorry Sunghoon-ah, I don’t mean to.” you apologize but you can tell that he’s still upset.

“You don’t like him or anything do you?” he asks and your face twists.

“No, of course not.” you say confidently. “I’m sorry that I’ve been with him so often, forgive me?” you kiss his cheek.

He shakes his head, pursing his lips. You can tell that he’s trying not to smile.

“Please?” you kiss his other cheek, then every bit of his face you can reach.

He giggles a bit and you smile.

You wrap your arms around his shoulders and hug him tight. “I’m sorry for neglecting you.”

He laughs and pats your back. “I don’t forgive you all the way though.”

You pull away and give him a questioning look.

“You need to do one more thing for me.” he says with a smug smile.

“What is it?” you ask hesitantly.

He fastens an arm around your waist and gently lays you down onto the bed.

“Oh,” you say quietly and he smirks.

He kisses you softly as your hands find his back. You open your mouth, inviting his tongue.

He holds your jaw and pushes it up to get access to your neck. Small moans escape your mouth as he plants messy kisses all over your throat and down to your collarbones. He pushes your hoodie up and he's delighted to see that you aren’t wearing a bra.

“So pretty.” he says before kissing your chest. You stroke his hair as he runs his tongue over your nipples.

He pulls up to kiss you again as he pushes his knee between your legs.

You gasp a bit at the sudden pressure.

He kisses you while keeping a hand on your hip to guide your rocking against him.

“Already needy?” he teases and you nod. He slaps your cheek lightly. “Use your words.”

“Yes.” you squeak. You can feel the wetness pooling in your underwear.

“Jake doesn’t get you like this does he?” he softly bites at your neck.

You shake your head vigorously.

“Atta girl.” he smiles. “Look at you, grinding on my thigh like a little slut. Are you really that desperate?”

“Yeah, I need you.” you look him in the eyes. He’s gorgeous in a timeless way, like a vampire.

“How bad?” he asks.

“So bad, please I want it.” you plead.

He kisses your forehead before sliding your shorts off. He gently touches you over your underwear and sighs. “I can already feel how wet you are.” he smirks. “Did I get you worked up like this.”

You nod but your knees knock together out of embarrassment. No matter how many times you guys fuck, you can’t help but get a little shy.

He tsks you. “Enough of that, I want to see you.”

He lowers his head to kiss your thighs while keeping searing eye contact with you.

Your legs are already trembling by the time he gets to your underwear.

He kisses your clothed clit and you jolt.

He chuckles and holds your hips down. “Patience my love.”

Your whole body is tense and you’re so pent up that it hurts.

He bites at your thigh before pulling your underwear to the side. “Such a pretty cunt.”

He gives you a few kitten licks before delving in and rolling his tongue over your clit. Your thighs threaten to shut but he keeps you spread open.

Your body almost shuts down from the sudden burst of pleasure and you grab on tight to the duvet.

“Oh my god,” you whine, your breath heaving. You roll your hips against his tongue and you feel him smile.

He slowly pushes an elegant finger into you and you whimper.

“More please.” you ask him and he graciously abides, pushing another one into you.

Just the slightest curl of his fingers has your back arching.

“You taste so good.” He comes up to give you a kiss while still sliding his fingers in and out of you.

You hold his forearm tight as he looks you dead in the eye.

Sunghoon was usually pretty non confrontational, but that all changes during times like this.

“You’re so beautiful.” he kisses your neck as you writhe and whine under him.

You cover your mouth with a hand to mask your sounds but he pulls it away. “Stop that, you sound so pretty.”

“What if Jake hears?” you ask lowly. His bedroom is right next to Sunghoon’s.

He smirks. “What if I want him to?”

Your eyes widen and he chuckles. Your embarrassment is overcome by pleasure as his fingers pump into you.

“Fuck don’t stop.” you whimper and he leans down to kiss your chest.

“You’re doing so good angel.” he says and his praise only makes you wetter.

Your legs begin to quiver, letting him know that you’re close.

“Cum for me doll,” he kisses your jaw. “Make me proud.”

You hold onto him as your orgasm strikes you like lightning. Your moans definitely tear through the walls but you don’t seem to care anymore. He plants kisses all over you as your body continues to shake and twitch.

“That’s my girl.” he whispers while caressing your face. He holds his fingers up to your lips and you take them into your mouth, tasting yourself.

You kiss him slowly, still trying coming down from your high when he unzips his jeans.

He tugs his hoodie over his head and chucks it on the floor before teasing you clit with his tip.

You jolt from the sudden stimulation but he holds your hips down. He continues to tease you while sucking hickies onto your neck and chest.

“Fuck me already.” you say demand. He just smirks. “Maybe if you beg.”

You didn’t even care anymore. He took over your pride and ego.

“Please? Please I need you inside of me.” you hold his face, trying your best to convince him.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes Sunghoon, I need it so bad.” you give him puppy eyes and he smiles.

“Good slut.” he says before slowly pushing into you.

You moan as he fills you up just right.

“My precious girl, taking this cock so well.” he coos as you whimper and cling onto him from the overstimulation.

He groans into your neck. “So fucking wet.”

He starts to rhythmically thrust into you, hitting your g spot every time.

You hold onto his waist and watch his cock disappear inside of you. You’re practically gushing at his point.

“You feel so good,” you moan and he smirks.

He holds onto the headboard as he continues to grind his cock into you. “Touch yourself.”

Your eyes widen. “W-what?”

“You heard me, I want to watch you.” he says and you can’t help but look away. He grabs your jaw. “Eyes on me doll.”

You nod and trail your fingers to your clit, feeling nervous under his hot gaze. Your juices keep your fingers slick and your eyes nearly roll back when you circle yourself.

You hear him chuckle lowly. “You look so pretty when you’re fucked out like this. Such a needy sex toy.”

You feel your cheeks heat up from his naughty words.

“Isn’t that all you are?” he leans down to kiss your neck. “Just a pretty thing here to please me.”

“Yeah,” you exhale. “I just wanna be good for you.”

He smiles smugly and kisses your chest, pinching your nipples while he’s at it.

Your legs begin to quiver as he continues to pound into you. You dig your nails into his back, leaving pink streaks that he’ll probably show off to the boys later.

“Fuck please keep going.” you say desperately, your stomach clenching from the overwhelming pleasure.

Your fingers on your clit get shaky so Sunghoon replaces them with his.

“Cum for me darling,” he kisses your jaw.

You try to focus on him; his alluring eyes, perfectly sloped nose, and pretty pink mouth; his sharp shoulders, lean torso, and slim hips; everything about him.

You hold onto him tight as a hot golden fire shoots through you from your hips all the way up to your chest.

“Good girl~” he purs into your neck before releasing into you with a sultry moan.

He stays inside of you for a moment, petting your hair and kissing your forehead as your breathing goes back to normal.

He pulls out and watches his cum drip out of you. “So pretty.” he says to himself.

He kisses you from your lower stomach up to your lips. “You did so good.”

“Are you still mad?” you ask timidly and he chuckles.

“No, and I never really was, I just like teasing you.” he admits and you roll your eyes.

“I hate you sometimes.” you say.

“Why? You got a good time out of it right?” he smiles, flashing one of his sharp canines.

“I suppose.” you joke and he shoves your shoulder.

“Hold tight, I’m gonna go start a bath.” he gets up and looks back at you. “Maybe we can have a little more fun there too.”