#neck cuz my posture is ass

[glacierclear]

ISN'T BITE ALSO TOUCH?

fuckboy!leon x gn!reader (maybe a few gendered terms oops)

content: hurt/no comfort, angst, arguments, passive aggression, mentions of drugs/alcohol

Your best friend is a fuckboy. He ditches you at a party. You argue. Maybe they were right about him.

[ao3 link]

They all tried to tell you. Every single one of them.

He’s bad news, don’t bother. You would scoff.

He’s nothing but a walking penis. He doesn’t care about anything. And you’d roll your eyes.

Every red flag. Every warning sign. Every flashing light. You refused to heed any of them. And you tilled, and you sowed, and you fed. And now? You were reaping.

“I don’t get what the big deal is. You’re a big kid. You don’t need a damn babysitter.” His hands remained clenched, balled up and shoved into the pouch of his hoodie. His posture was lax. Noncommittal. He stared into a wall, his expression detached and unreachable.

“When you called me up tonight to drag me to some stupid frat party, I at least expected you to like, stay with me,” you countered. “We weren’t even there for an hour before you up and ditched me. Streaking across campus like a moron.” The base of your neck throbbed, the fledgling burn of an oncoming migraine. Your clothes still reeked of burnt weed and the cloyingly pungent whiff of cotton candy vape smoke.

“You should be fucking grateful. Wouldn’t have gotten into that party without me. Shit was the best thrasher of the month.” He lifted his head, scorching you with that know-it-all smirk. It huffed the coals of your stomach. You felt like puking.

“I didn’t…oh my god, Leon. I didn’t go for the party. I thought you…I don’t know. I thought you actually wanted to hang out. Have a good night.”

Your fingers burrowed their way through the folds of your sheets and you stayed perched at the edge of your bed. Leon hovered at your doorway, barely present in the space of your dorm, his contour fuzzed with casting light.

He didn’t say anything. Your eyes pulsed and stung. “Look. I’m not mad, I just–”

“You should be.”

“What?”

It’s then that he finally dared to meet your eyes. Blue hues swallowed whole by the pitch of his pupils, seeking you past tendrils of mussed, blonde hair.

“You should be mad. Why aren’t you? Cuz’, you’re right. I fucking ditched you. Like a moron.” He flung the word back with acid and you winced away. “God forbid I have some fun, right? Forgot you’re too much of a buzzkill to actually have fun at a party.”

There’s a throttling impulse to scream at him. Tell him off for being unreasonable and kick his ass to the curb like last week’s trash. But you’ve danced to this song before. The repeating pattern and pervasive enigma of Leon’s refusal to invest himself; emotionally, or otherwise.

So, you sucked in a steadying breath, filled your lungs with patience, and spoke softly.

“It’s not just about the party,” you began, and passively, you noticed him shift. “I mean…streaking? You realize that if you got caught doing that…you wouldn’t have a scholarship anymore. Hell, maybe you’d be expelled.”

The realization settled on him like a poison and you caught his face darken. As much as he denied and disguised, Leon was a smart man. Excellent standing in his classes and a whopping GPA to match the third leg he swung in his pants. It meant a lot to him.

There’s a gap of silence before he opened his mouth again.

“...well, I wasn’t caught. And it was my choice. I don’t need you nagging me like a fucking mom, alright?” His body shrunk in on itself. Caging his softer parts from the reality he narrowly avoided. On a better day, perhaps you’d chase him. Push and fight for a break in his shell, a crevice that gave way to the man you knew he was capable of being. But, God, your head was shattering. Your nausea was worsening. You weren’t making progress.

“Right, well, sorry for caring, Leon,” you relented, turning away from him to click your phone into its charger. “I’m going to bed. Don’t bother inviting me to any more parties.”

Your gaze left him, you weren’t fully aware of his body, but in the fleeting moments following your surrender he’s on you. Lurking above you like the baleful firmament of a roaring summer storm. You hardly had the time to open your mouth before he’s speaking. No, he’s growling. Revving the engine of his fury.

“...so that’s it? You’re not putting up with me anymore?” It could be the headache talking, but you swore you heard a tremble in his voice.

“Huh? The fuck are you–”

“We’re not friends anymore. That’s what you’re doing, right?” You searched the raging sea of his eyes for a raft. But all you did was drown. “I fucked up one too many times and now I’m just another shitty dude you had to put up with.” You watched the chipped black of his nails dig into his arms, tensed up limbs shielding him from what he’s most afraid you’ll confirm.

“Leon, that’s not…we’re still friends, okay? I just don’t want to go to parties like that anymore. Just give me a few days to cool off and we can…I dunno, we’ll hit up that burger joint you love.” It’s a pretty weak bargain, but maybe he’d bite.

And he did bite. He bit and he tore and he sought out blood.

“You’ve always had shitty taste in guys.” He practically spat at you, a scornful wrinkle deepening in the bridge of his nose. “Fucking stand up for yourself. You always let people walk all over you and act surprised when they turn out to be shitheads.”

He leaned in. You smelled him. Overpriced cologne. Underpriced shampoo. Crappy beer he drank even though he hated the taste. Despite it all, you yearned to hug him.

“Leon, I–”

“...and you know what? I don’t fucking need you. I don’t need your little dates. Your pity sex. I don’t need you looking out for my damn scholarships and I especially don’t need you making me look bad when I’m trying to let loose at the party I’ve been looking forward to all goddamn month.” You wanted him to stop. You wanted to bridge the chasm and devour his violence. If only he’d let you. But all he did was bite harder. “I won’t bother inviting you out anymore. Actually, I won’t bother talking to you at all. Have fun with your fucking life, I’m done being your fucking charity. Goodni–”

At the edge of his precipice, the void he dug for solace, Leon plummets. He straightened his spine, eyes widening and jaw hanging lifelessly. You were crying. Tears bursting without prejudice. Staining your face in vulnerability you so often only used to comfort him.

He went too far. And now, you were crying.

Neither of you moved for an eternity. From the hallway of your dorm, you hear the thundering trots of drunken friends laughing and yelling. The noise swelled and faded. The only evidence of a world beyond your room.

He called your name. His voice was so much quieter, held together with twine and stinging regret. You lifted your eyes and your throat barely allowed your words to pass.

“...Great job, Leon. Now I’m mad.” In an act of self-preservation, you tore your gaze away, burning a stare into the ground below his shoes. They’re blotched with dirt and chlorophyll, still damp from his midnight misdemeanor. “I won’t bother you anymore. If you hate me that much, I…I’ll leave you alone.”

His arms unfolded, one hand reaching out, a fragmented attempt to soothe you. But it was too late.

He repeated your name.

“I didn’t…fuck, I shouldn’t have said…hey–”

“Go home, Leon.” Your voice was unwavering, and he flinched back, your ire the open flame he’s too human to touch.

And then he left. Your dorm vibrated with the slam of the door, and you buried your face in your hands. In the place of his feet, soil stained your carpet. In the place of his warmth, sandalwood smoldered the air.

In the place of your love, all you wanted was to die.

[rierice8]

Finally, Honkai star rail was released (a while ago too sry this took so long lmao) so I can finally simp over Dan heng and it makes sense cuz I’ve seen his personality too. I LOVE HIM SO MUCH IT'S UNHEALTHY, dan heng 🛐🛐

Tw: cockwarming, edging, biting, hickeys, degradation, spanking, slight masochism, dacryphilia, name calling, slight feminisation

Dan heng x male reader

Word count: 1096

Struggling reading, are we?

Dan heng jolts lightly as you adjust your posture. In doing that, he stopped reading. The book slipped slightly in his hand. His ass clenching around your dick.

“Dan heng, love, whyever did you stop reading? I was enjoying listening to your voice,” you said teasingly.

He scoffed, though it came out more like a moan.

“Oh mine, were you really enjoying my voice? Or my ass?” He said in his regular entitled tone.

You smirked as you fixed the book that was slipping from his hands and urged him to continue.

Dan heng was sitting at his desk, cockwarming you. He could barely take any more of it too. He was shaking and cursing everytime you moved even a centimetre. As though that slightest movement was rearranging his insides, not like he’d mind if you wanted to.

But what was making this read aloud even worse was that you were constantly nipping at his neck. His shirt was pushed to the side and his collar exposed. You would place light kisses on his neck at random, along with biting and sucking whenever you wanted to. Everytime your lips grazed his skin he’d pause, unable to think clearly anymore as all the ink on the page seemed to smudge and dance around.

You were his toxin.

And you loved how every little thing you did to him gave you a reaction. You lived for the little moans that escaped his throat before he coughed and continued reading. He was trying his best to pretend that he wasn’t slowly being split apart and losing all rational sense at having your cock stuck in him for nearly an hour, and he was getting away with it pretty well.

Until, of course, you decided you’d had enough of him reading about the stelleron theory.

You started moving. Grabbing his hips with both hands you started making him bounce up and down on your cock. Dan heng almost immediately dropped the book and let out a moan. He slammed his hand over his mouth, remembering not to be too loud as his room was at the very beginning of the hallway and everyone passing would be able to hear.

Up and down, up and down. Eventually he started bouncing to meet your thrusts.

“Mng- feels good,” he panted out, already going crazy from you just finally starting to move. You groaned softly at his moans and bit into his collar again. Sucking harshly on the pale skin and leaving behind pretty purple marks. You let go of his skin for the final time with a pop. Dan heng was moaning lightly into his hand as he felt his legs going numb. He was getting close.

“Ngh! Close..” he said as quietly as he could, which wasn't very quiet, just muffled by his hand.

“Already? Uh uh pretty boy, not yet,” you said as you stopped your thrusting all of a sudden. He whined as you pulled out and stood him up so that you could stand. But almost immediately after you stood up he was on you again, pressing his lips to yours as he fervently wrapped his hand around your cock and started jerking you off.

You moaned into the kiss and let him push you to the wall. Never giving you a chance to breathe in between the never ending bombarde of kisses and his hand on your dick. Sloppily french kissing as his hand speeds up, your knees trembling. You gasped lightly when he bit your lip and you pushed him away. He stared at you intently as you took off your upper half of clothing and he did the same. Pants already being off from earlier.

“God you're so hot, Dan heng,” you whispered into his ear as you guided him to his futon and laid him down ass up. He did nothing but smirk slyly as you did this. You didn’t even need to prep his ass since it was already loose from earlier, so you slipped your dick right in him. He moaned loud at the sensation of being full again and how you felt inside him in this position. Neither of you caring about the neighbours and passers-by anymore.

You kept thrusting into him hard, and he kept moaning hard.

“God, Dan heng, you really are such a little slut for me, aren't you? Ass up for me, moaning like a prostitute,” you said as you slapped his ass hard.

“Ah! Fuckk- again please,” he begged with tears in his eyes.

“Yeah? You like being hit like that, whore? This whole time as you were reading I bet you were just thinking about all the ways I could fuck you later. All the ways I could fill you up and make you my baby mommy, isn’t that right?” You said as you spanked him again. And once more. He was crying now, floods of “feels good”s and “don’t stop”s were coming from him. You cockily laugh at him, playing even more into his fantasies.

“Mmmf! I’m gonna cumm,” he moaned, and with that you stopped. He whined at your lack of moving.

Didn’t he just say he was going to come?

Why did you stop?

You grabbed his head and turned him towards you. He was very different from the Dan heng you knew, the Dan heng that was stoic and aloof. This Dan heng’s face was red, tears in his eyes and a pool of drool coming from his mouth. He looked up at you pleadingly through his lashes. He looked so pretty when he cried.

“What's the magic word, slut?” You asked him.

“Please!! Please please let me cum this time!” He sobbed out. Now who are you to deny such a request? You plunged into him again. Making sure to pull almost all the way out just to slam all the way back in, making Dan heng cry out in pleasure.

“Yes!!!” He moaned out as he finally came, white liquid coming from his dick dripping all over the bed sheets. With a few more thrusts you came too, deep inside him. His ass was clenching around your cock so nicely, squeezing you for all your worth. You pulled out and immediately your cum started leaking out. You pushed it back in, thinking it’d be a waste for it to all fall out now. He toppled over, laying down and falling asleep. You lay down next to him, deciding you’ll just clean up tomorrow. You gave Dan heng a kiss on the forehead.

“I’m so glad you’re mine.”

[otakuworks]

Hello! Could I request a gn!reader x ludger one shot from the academy's undercover professor where ludger overexerts himself and ends up passing out with gn!reader having to take care of him?

Tysm! 

(ps i saw the other one shot you did about ludger overexerting himself and loved it!!!! fantastic job!!!)

❛ 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃. fluffy oneshot

feat. Ludger x GN!Reader | wc. 0.9K

sum. you might as well be a damn doctor with how often you take care of the constant-exhausted professor.

note. I'm glad you liked it 💜💙 I also have no idea what to name this fic so I just improvised the previous title, don't question it lmao.

If anyone asks what do you do for a living, you'd be torn to answer between professor or nurse. The newest professor seems to have a habit of disappearing into thin air only for you to find him unable to hold his weight.

"Your ass seems to like the ground very much." You sassed, unimpressed eyes scanning his crouched figure under a tree.

"It's the ground who likes my ass very much." He riposted, his raspy voice was the first indication of exhaustion, but with how he sassed you back you doubt he's anything but exhausted.

"If you can retort, you can probably walk. Get up before anyone come looking for me." You urged him and try to lift his weight.

"How is that my fault? You're the one who followed me." He shot you a baffled look.

"And you're the one who kept disappearing. I don't care what shenanigans you're into but please, for the love of God, be more discreet about it. I love walking alone in night but now I can't do that because of your shady business."

"Then walk somewhere I'm nowhere near." He scoffed.

"How about you do your shady business elsewhere?"

"You talk like you own every property here."

You poked his sides, hard. Enough for him to hunch over in pain and to grab the tree for support. "Y-You're an evil person." He created out, glaring at you.

"Wow, I thought you're smart and yet you only figure that out just now?" Your sarcasm couldn't been more obvious.

Despite your actions, you move to sling his arm over your shoulder and try to lift him up. Keyword: try 'cuz good Lord, he must be an elephant.

"What do you e-eat for lunch that m-made you so o-overweight?" You croaked out, adjusting his limp arm over your nape and practically doing all the hard work to keep you two moving.

"You're into fat-shaming?" He glared at you through his hunched figure, "And I'm not overweight nor does it have to do with my diet, you simply don't have muscle mass."

"Now you're skinny-shaming me?"

"Stating facts doesn't mean I'm insulting you." His voice gradually faded out.

Then, he's out of light. Your eye visibly twitched.

"I'll drop you if you don't wake up." No response.

"Oh, look. The principal's here." Again, no response.

It wasn't your first time randomly aiding his ass to a safer place, however most of those times were done with his conscious while throwing remarks here and there. With an exasperated sigh, you doubled your effort limping to the Academy.

For once, the journey was quiet. You don't know if you want to celebrate or to scratch your neck, while his annoying mouth is absent you dread over the fact you have to take care of his unconscious form.

You finally reached his room, kicking the door open before haphazardly throwing him over his bed — the result has his elbows bent uncomfortably, feet hanging out and his face smushed on the mattress.

You leaned against the door, eyes succinctly observing his destitute posture under the poor fulguration. There are no visible wounds and other concerning physical problems, therefore you have no other business of him other than leaving him be.

A blazing headache forced Ludger to pry his eyes open, the uncomfortable throb in his temples has him groaning in discomfort. The room is dimly lit, indicating the morning is yet to come. He vaguely remembers passing out after subduing criminals, but his head is in such disarray to even remember the whole picture.

Despite the aches, he forced himself to sit up and assess the situation. Though it didn't take him too long when he sees you hunched over by the chair across him, dozing off between reality and dreamworld.

Did you bring him here? If so, then why can't he remember?

"Oh, great. The menace has awoken." Your gruff voice pierced through the silent night, stretching your limbs before inching closer to his disoriented form. "You passed out on me and I took the liberty to be a good Samaritan and brought you here myself." Your words lack the usual bite, probably because of the drowsiness.

"Is that so?" His hushed response earned him a raised eyebrow.

"Why do you sound like that? You don't have a fever, do you?" Without question, you placed the back of your hand on his forehead and felt his temperature in normal status. Completely unaware how he froze and glanced at you.

"Must be from the overextend of Mana usage. For a seasoned mage, you sure find yourself often in these rookie situations."

"If you're not gonna help, you're welcome to leave." You rolled your eyes, finding his defensive remark tad bit boring to listen.

"I never said that." With your hand still on his forehead, you infused your mana to generate a magic circle.

Ludger felt the pleasant effect of his headache subsiding, replaced by an odd comforting warmth. He'd usually depend on his pills, but magic is proven useful it seems, he might depend on you occasionally. Although he already has, multiple times now.

He almost slumped right back if not for your presence, gotta remain professional and not ruin his reputation.

You quickly assess his status before humming in satisfactory and wordlessly left his room. It took seconds before he scoffed indignant, perhaps there was no point in preserving his reputation around you anymore.

He still has some thanking to do tomorrow.

@otakuworks _ 2024

[s4mu-k41d3n]

FROM THE START laufey

🎬〰️atsushi x gn!reader

—FW: pure fluff, happy birthday to my best boy<3!!!!!!!!! live laugh love m ATSUSHI ♡!!<2, short cuz i still have so many things to do AHHHH:((!!!, a bit long actually 😭 i was late to the other’s characters bday due to the ass system of our school and torturing us with assignments💔💔

May 5, Atsushi’s birthday.

A special occasion of his, Of course you haven’t forgotten! How could you? It’s now officially your job to make your beloved feel loved, given worth after what he’s gotten through this dreadful years he’d tormented. Yet endured just for you, so return it back. The clock ran towards the next racing number at a quick pace. Time’s ticking, in a hurried act. It’s May 4, 8:00 PM strikes. You shuffle around your blankets, your hair all ruffled in a complete musing mess. You rub your eyes awake, your eyes barely devoid of any emotion as you aimlessly observe the surroundings displayed after you, your phone chimed in a ‘ding!’, despite it. You remained to stare pointlessly at the ceiling, you glance beside you, Atsushi hugged your waist, his warmth spilling to yours. His face buried in your shoulder, soft breathing escapes his parted lips. He looks so dreamy, his eyes peacefully closed from what beckons him. Scarring him cruelly, he seemed so safe in your presence. The urge of kissing his cheek was nearly palpable. A smile crept onto your face as you gently prodded his nose. He’s so adorable, he is adorable. You let out a satisfied sigh, a puff of air fleeing from your lungs. You have to slowly, and discreetly remove his arm wrapping around your waist. In a tinge, you were successful in your mission. A lingering affection still brewing in your stomach, you give his cheek a gentle peck before merely exiting the door.

Your eyes squinted, peeking through the gap. The room was dimly lit, you proper your posture as you step out of the line where the den is roamed by a tiger. You sneak carefully, having to be secure of him being woken up by your creaked sounds is embarrassing. It is, indeed. You wouldn’t want that outcome do you?, no… This is his chance of the chaste pass. You walk through the pavements, lampposts alighting you on your way. The bell churned, a slight echo of the last bit of noise. Entering your way in, you browse through the selections of bracelet. You needed those, you desperately needed those matching bracelets he had always adored to purchase only for you two, even during your time of friendship. The knob twisted into an escalate, you didn’t complain an inch. Your eyes sparkled in interest. One with a yin-yang like design, beaded with black and white. A gem bead lacing at the end of the ties. Who cares if you go money-broke after this? Your lover’s smile is worth more than it. Proceeding onto the counter, you gleefully bought the bracelets. Running back home, you hastily but gently slammed the door open. Avoiding noise, a single one perhaps.

Placing the bag on the table, the morning awaits. You crawl back in bed, embracing your lover in an adored manner. Burying your face into the crook of his neck, a gentle chuckle escapes Atsushi. 5:00 AM, you woke up. Quick, as dash. You again, lightly moving your lover’s arm from yours. You strode your way to the kitchen to prepare your lover’s favorite dish, obviously. Turning the stove on, you yawn. You had to assure yourself to keep silent. Moments pass by as you slid the chazuke on the table. The bag sat on the table, a gentle smile glued to your lips as you went back in. “Atsushi!” You say in a whisper-shout voice, but it was quiet enough to not startle him. “Love..” Atsushi sits up as he was fast to lay his head on your chest. “I have a surprise for you, darling..” You muster, almost excitedly. His eyes widened as he tilts his head up. “Really?!” He sat, a shine shone in twinkled in his eyes. He looked so handsome, you want to pinch his cheeks so badly. Though, refrained in doing so. “Follow me.” You take your hand in his as he happily accepted, you led him through the kitchen as he lets out a thanked gasp. “I love you so much!” He kisses you on the lips softly, you couldn’t help but smile. He sat on the cushioned chair as he ate his food. “I still have a gift for you.” You add as you open him the gift, ah yes. The matching bracelet. He paused in devouring the food in seconds as his eyes sparkled. “Mm! You bought them?” He wipes the tint on the corner of his lips. You pecked his cheek, lovingly. “Happy Birthday, love, Love you.” You meekly whisper.

“I love you too!”

—

[the-kr8tor]

Sue me but I think Hobie would give the best massages. I mean, he already is an expert with 'em sausage ass fingers (I know from experience 😉) playing all that guitar 'n' all.

He just always finds the fucking perfect spot, not even a professional masseur could give you the similar release he does cuz he just knows you so fucking well.

You can't tell me he doesn't just pop in like (workaholic!) R's home, leaning over behind them as they scribble on the 13th paperwork of the day massaging their neck, shoulders, back, you name it and find the perfect spot that releases all the tension building up from all the hunching over n etc (I'd know cuz my posture is literally a 🦐) Also y'know when he arrives, R will not be getting a single piece of work done after that.

Yesss I think so too! That's why there's a scene in bdas highlighting that lol

(I need a massage from him ngl)

[mobiused]

I'm kinda curious, what sort of outfits would you want to see hyeju in?

A lot of this comes down to personal preference but I personally think Hyeju suits outfits that pair with her body language and posture. She's someone who stands shoulders squared, feet planted firmly - in group photos you can see this best (and how her vibes are at odds with what she gets stuck in).

In my opinion someone who stands like her, like an MMA fighter waiting for the results of the fight, suits clothes that make them look strong and dynamic, so I think triangles and rectangles are especially flattering. Round, soft, flowy bullshit just makes her look silly imo. Like that in this pic the fuzzy sweater rounds off her shoulders and makes her look frumpy, and the blunt cut on the skirt and lack of anything on the legs make her legs look stumpy - Haseul's sick as fuck pants taper to make her legs look long as hell even though she's tinyweeny.

Contrastly, this outfit which suits Hyeju with sharp angular shoulders & neckline makes her look awesome. The longer short leg on the left side suits her thighs better, but the angular cut on the right side isn't so bad either - she still looks pretty badass. Then with haseul, the round neck and tshirt style sleeves on Haseul looks so fucking stupid!

Anyway. IMO Hyeju suits clothes that make her look strong and angular. This doesn't have to mean masculine although its inherently yang oriented, although it's also why she looks so damn good in suits - because they're flattering.

Ignore her stupid slouching (and the fact it's too short lol) this is an incredibly flattering top for her broad shoulders, steep angular neckline and cinched waist (although the bottom half being too short which you can't see in these images loses some of the effectiveness of the angularity) like she's literally slaying here. AND it's feminine so there this isn't just me being on my butch lesbian agenda.

2 more angular neckline / broad shoulder / cinched waist that is totally flattering (but the way they put a wave in her fringe detracts... I'd like if if her bangs cut her face sharply as opposed to rounded it out) (from the previous ask, the only reason I hated that blazer look from PTT was because of how off-theme it was compared with everyone else, the blazer itself was flattering but the top paired with it underneath not so much)

If we're actually talking masculine (please dont kill me) fits... Funnily enough I was not compelled by the Sorry Sorry (left) suit at all, both the shirt and jacket are too shapeless and rectangular like it's giving nothing... Why Not suit is better cuz the waistcoat brings the angularity as well as the taper of her jacket. Way better.

Well now I'm just being self indulgent. But you see my point (haha) about angularity right? Anon who said the navy boiler suit outfit slayed now you know why it slayed. Actually everybody go do yourself a fucking favor and watch the entire fancam cuz you need to see how in love she is with how she looks here

(and these ones comparitively arent up to par imo.... dont let the neckline on the right fool you just cuz its a rotated square doesnt mean its not square neckline, the bodycon sleeves are doing nothing for her and like cmon its just shitty and sits wrong)

Um yeah anyway so I think that should give you an insight into what I want to see from her. More angles basically whether that's suits, blazers, jackets, jumpsuits, wide leg pants, high cinched waists, TAILORED TAILORED TAILORED, asymmetry (but don't half ass it). I like her in wide lapels, and if I HAVE to put her in a dress than I think draping sweeping diagonals, thinking satiny, silky (but not baggy or fluffy, puffy or flowy) would look fucking SICK on her. But the stylists are just scared of her eating up everybody else in loona so they wont do it it.

[strobinbaby]

LINES AND KISSES

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

warnings: mature content ahead! [ a lot of kissing; touching; just soft eddie; ] minors dni!!

summary: doing make up for each other :’)

word counter: 1.1k

a/n: its no smut but i'd rather put minors dni, cuz my blog is no place for kidos xx

latest work / masterlist

any feedback (comments, reblogs, anon asks) would be appreciated!

“Stay still, don’t open your eyes,” Eddie mumbled, sticking his tongue out, swiping it against his upper lip, too caught up, trying to make a perfect line. His huge palm was heavy on the side of my neck, cold metal of his rings soothed my racing pulse as his thumb slightly pressed my throat. He helped me do my make up, running black pencil over my lash line, taking way too long.

“I’ve been standing like this for five minutes already,” I protested, keeping my hands in back pockets of his tight black jeans, “And you aren’t even finished with one eye!”

“I’m trying, okay?” he threw his arms to the sides, mad at me for being so impatient, “It’s not like I do eyeliner everyday, yeah?”

“Fine,” I giggled, “I’m sorry, keep going.”

He was so close our bodies touched, I could smell his cologne, feel his breaths on my cheek and my eyelashes fluttered as I desperately bit my lip to prevent from laughing. 

“Okay, done.” 

When I opened my eyes he stared at me, nervously fiddling with his curly strands, kind of hiding behind them.

“Wait, wait, wait,” he snatched my wrist away as I pawed for a mirror, “No looking before I do both,” he gave me a tight smile, searching for a pencil again.

He dealt with my left eye faster, wetting the tip of his thumb, smudging eyeliner in the corner of my eye, “You can look now.”

I grabbed a tiny mirror that he handed me, one of my palms still resting on his ass cheek, the other holding the mirror in front of me.

“Eddie!” 

“What?” his eyes widened, he was terrified and that made me laugh so hard I started coughing.

“Do you want me to be honest?”

“Uh— I guess—“

“It’s perfect.”

“What?”

“It’s perfect, Eddie, even better than I do mine,” I murmured, placing the mirror on a countertop behind me, hooking my fingers through the belt loops on his pants, dragging him closer, my lips brushing his, “Apparently was worth it, standing with my eyes closed for an eternity,” I grinned, giving him a peck on the lips.

“It was only ten minutes.”

“Twelve.”

“It’s still not close to eternity.”

“It is.”

“But you said it was worth it.”

“Mhm.”

“Really?” his fingers tightened around my chin as he tilted his head, his nose faintly brushing mine.

“I would never lie to you.”

Then he tasted me, his lips on mine as he kissed me, slow at first, getting more eager as the moments passed, deepening the kiss. His tongue slipped into my mouth and I moaned, fisting his shirt, biting his lip at the end of the kiss, making him hiss and buck me into the counter.

“Forgot your lipstick,” he rasped, sliding his calloused palm down my throat, to my chest, eventually seizing my hips with both hands.

“Good thing I can kiss you without consequences now.”

He chuckled like an idiot, clutching the hem of my shirt in his fists. Well, technically his shirt, but whatever his was mine too. Sitting me atop the counter, he spread my knees, stepping in between my parted legs, heavy palms weighing my thighs down, his touch warm and gentle.

“Do you want to try?” I asked, snatching another pencil from my make up bag, waving it in front of Eddie’s face.

“What? Like on me? You want to put this on me?” his face lit up, his hands squeezed my legs tighter, “I’ve wanted to try for a while.”

“Why didn’t you just ask me?”

He made an apologetic look, scratching his nape and fixing his posture quickly, “Was kind of just uh— scared? I don’t know.”

“Come closer,” I beckoned him with my finger, cupping his face with my hands, while his palms wandered up and down my thighs, distracting, “Eyes closed.”

He tried to hide his smile, standing still and patient, while I tried my best with eyeliner. My thumb mindlessly stroked his bottom lip, I noticed it when I felt a wet touch of the tip of his tongue on my skin. My movements stilled, his eyes snapped open.

“I’m not done yet,” I whispered, my gaze darted at my finger in his mouth and back to his eyes.

We stared at each other for a minute and then I couldn’t help it anymore. The pencil fell on the floor, my arms wound around his neck as I desperately kissed him, wet and sticky, moaning as he kneaded my thighs, pushing me to the edge of the counter.

“No, no, no, no, no,” he pulled away, dropping to his haunches to get the pencil back, “You’re not done yet,” he handed me the eyeliner, closing his eyes again, his arms braced on the flat surface on both sides of my body, trapping me, “No more kisses until you’re done,” he mumbled, scrunching his nose like he wanted to sneeze, but didn’t, “Make me look pretty.” “You are pretty.”

A nasty smirk curled on his lips and he leaned closer to give me a kiss.

“No kisses, Eddie, not before we’re done, yeah?”

“You’re insufferable.”

“Okay.”

“You won’t argue back?”

“No.”

He pinched my thigh, making me squeak and I slapped his shoulder playfully, forcing his body to budge a little, but then he stepped forward and kissed me again. I squirmed, giggling, trying to resist him, but he snatched my wrists and I indulged, opening my mouth to his persistent tongue. A string of saliva still connected us as he backed away, giving me one more peck, and more, and more.

“Okay you can finish now.”

“Thanks, Edward.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Edward.”

“It’s Eddie.”

“Whatever you say, Edward.”

He low chuckle rumbled up his chest, but then he fell silent, patiently standing in between my legs with his eyes shut. I finished doing his make up, appreciating the perfect lines I drew and smiling at the beauty of this man, “You can open now.”

“I’m scared.”

“You look like a rockstar.”

“I do? Can you give me the mirror?”

I did, he hesitated, but when he saw his reflection, his big brown eyes sparkled with joy. He loved it.

“Wow, okay, I don’t even know what to say.”

“Handsome, handsome Eddie,” I murmured into his ear, pressing my lips to his cheek, “So lucky to call you mine.”

“You say something like this again and you’ll end up naked in our bed.”

My fingers slid across my lips imitating a zipper and I slipped off the counter, walking towards the bedroom to change, “C’mon now, Steve and Robin are waiting.”

[saintodo]

Making Mikasa wear cat ears while I fuck her dumb 🥺 keeps trying to hide her face cuz it’s embarrassing being a kitty

♡ word count: 515

♡ warnings: dom afab reader, sub mikasa, pegging, pet play, light dumbification

at first, it’s just an offhand comment you make. you’re lounging on your bed and scrolling through tik tok when you absentmindedly mention to mikasa that she would look cute with cat ears. the trend of people wearing maid outfits and cat ears for views and clicks has been super popular recently, flooding your for you page. you can’t help but wonder how your lovely girlfriend would look wearing them.

your eyes remain glued to your phone screen, and the flush that creeps up mikasa’s face goes unnoticed by you. the comment slips your mind as quickly as it falls from your lips, but mikasa gives your suggestion some thought.

that’s why when you come home one day to mikasa wearing nothing more than some dainty lingerie and a pair of cat ears, you’re speechless. a few moments of complete silence pass by, causing a hint of worry to fill mikasa’s stomach.

“do you not like it?”

her voice is relatively neutral, but you can make out the clear undertone of hurt within it. among the pile of pillows, mikasa sits up and straightens out her posture. the cat ears nestled in her dark hair lightly jostles at the movement. you’re immediately shaken out of your trance and rush to comfort your girlfriend.

“of course i like it,” you assure mikasa, guiding her to lay back down again. your throat bobs as you swallow. “i just uh wasn’t expecting it.”

from beneath you, mikasa watches as your eyes get lidded, your pupils dilating with arousal. “wasn’t expecting you to look so good with them.”

“oh.”

her cheeks redden. although it was mikasa’s idea to wear the cat ears for you, she didn’t expect that you would enjoy it quite so much.

you give her a sweet kiss on the jaw, softly nosing her cheek, before quickly removing the lingerie from mikasa’s body with frenzied movements. any other time, you’d take your time to properly appreciate how pretty your girl is, how she took so much time and effort to look good for you, but you’re feeling a little impatient. you really want to see how pretty your kitty will look when she’s bouncing on your strap.

and god, mikasa is a beautiful sight creaming around your strap. a deep flush spans from her chest all the way up to her face- a stark difference from her typical pale complexion. her abs tighten as your hands massage the fat of her ass, helping her ride your cock.

“you are such a good kitty for me, aren’t you mika? taking my cock so good,” you coo, teasing. mikasa may not be able to answer- she lost the ability to form coherent sentences by the third time you made her cum- but her cheeks still heat up from the lewdness of your words. she attempts to bury her face into the curve of your neck, but you give her ass a warning squeeze.

“don’t try and hide your face from me, kitty. i wanna see how pretty you look when i make you cum for the nth time.”

[omiyagiri]

obit is not a word | atsumu x reader

pairing: atsumu miya x reader cw: swearing word count: 2.1k

"Obit is not a word."

You pause midway of slapping down your "o" tile on the gameboard. A brow climbs all the way up into your hairline. "Yes it is."

"No it ain't."

"It is now."

Atsumu squints real hard at the scrabble board, fingers bone-white and encasing his kneecaps as his body hunches in deep, lumbering thought. You give him a moment to really think things out, because you're confident 'obit' is in fact a word, and not some sort of hallucinogenic manifestation.

A few minutes pass and he lets out an aggrieved whine, hand raising like he's about to upend the board off the table. You protectively cage your arms over it and glower at him.

"You're mad because I'm winning," you said. "I told you I'd kick your ass."

"Yeah cuz you're cheatin'!"

"Am not."

"Are too."

You harness the power of pinpoint ballistics to dramatically slam the "o" onto the board. Then, you grin up at him. "You just suck."

In silent retaliation, Atsumu reaches for your glass of lemonade on the coffee table and downs it in one greedy sip. His face contorts, and you worry he's about to literally hurl on your game of scrabble, so you quickly launch yourself up to retrieve him a bottle of water. He uncaps it, eyes watering, and hoses down his throat with its contents.

While Atsumu is using all his energy reserves to not keel over and die, you turn to your phone and look up if "obit" is defined as a word in the scrabble dictionary. Surprise, surprise. It is. You smile sweetly at Atsumu as he wheezes and gags from the sour aftertaste of your stolen beverage. It's his fault. You always make your own homemade lemonade juice, and it's always stupidly sour because you're a masochist and enjoy the pain associated with your tastebuds being assaulted with corrosive acid.

"Guess what," you say.

Atsumu doesn't humor you. He petulantly looks away and crosses his arms, engaging full-on in brood mode.

"Obit's a word, according to the official scrabble website."

"That's such bull," he says. "If it's a word you gotta consult the official source for, then it shouldn't be a word."

"You're a baby. I literally let you use the word 'togo' and you still can't give me a proper definition of what it means."

Atsumu feigns picking at a hangnail, still refusing to make eye contact. Because he's guilty and he knows it. Not in the "I feel bad" kind of way, but in the "I don't want to own up to it, because if I do then that means I admit defeat, and I can't admit defeat because then that means I lose." The only reason you know he's thinking this is because you rigidly follow the same notions as he does.

"Togo probably means like, to go somewhere."

"Probably," you parrot. "Make a sentence with it, then."

Atsumu squeezes his eyes shut and thatches his fingers under his chin. "I'm going togo to the store."

"Oh my god you're so lame." You push out a sigh from your lips, leaning hard on the theatrics. Because you're not a sigher. You're a winner. "Fine, I'm a nice person. So I'll let you have this one. But you need to admit that 'obit' is a word."

"Yaknow what, how about you make a sentence with it."

Ridiculous. You straighten your back, disengaging from slumped gamer posture and into something that smacks of know-it-all. Easily, the words fall from your lips: "The earth is in obit."

Atsumu's eyes widen, and he freezes. The neck of his bottle of water is perched against his bottom lip, suspended in time. You stare at him. Then a mouthful of unswallowed water is showered upon you in a modern-day torrential approach of Atsumu-style Baptism.

You cry in disgust and because fuck, the scrabble board is now sopping wet and the pieces are in disarray. You could hardly comb through your memory to remember what you ate for breakfast, nonetheless all the bullshit words you and Atsumu came up with for your relationship-jeopardizing game of scrabble. Atsumu's too busy spilling out his innards in the form of uncontrollable laughter to respond to your vocalized woes.

"Atsumu Miya, I am going to murder you!" you say in the least murderous way possible.

"I'm gonna, die, haha"—Tears sprout in the corners of his eyes and he's holding onto his abdomen lest it divests itself of its organs—"you're so fuckin' stupid, haha!"

"Shut the fuck up I will literally set your side of the bed on fire."

"Sore loser alert! Loser! Lose-er!" He makes an "L" with his thumb and forefinger and presses it against his forehead.

Your hands clench into fists and you roll to your feet from the coffee table. Where is a lighter. You'll act on it. Atsumu is going to sleep on the ground tonight, with his side of the bed burnt to a bacon crisp. Only you can't actually engage on that line of thought much longer, because Atsumu is reaching for your wrist as you head into the kitchen.

He gives a single yank. Your world goes lopsided and you're sprawled over the cushions of the couch. His laughter is so consuming and shakes his whole body that it permeates through his arms and legs, and into the cushions under you. You shake in tandem with him because soon you're laughing, too. But you quickly stop when he opens his creased eyes.

"Still mad at me?" he says.

"Pissed."

Atsumu pouts and cages you with his stupidly volleyball-toned limbs. His eyes shine with impish delight. "You gonna send me into 'obit?'"

A scowl clenches your jaw. "I'm going togo kick your ass if you don't get off me right now."

Because it's Atsumu, and Atsumu willfully disregards threats, willfully disregards any form of rejection whatsoever, he takes the initiative to not let go of you, and anchors on harder. You try to wrestle out from under him, but he's got you pinned.

In moments like these, because yes, these kinds of occurrences are frequent in nature when you're dating a mean, clingy brat like Atsumu, you tickle his sides until he's screaming and yielding. But not this moment. You give up, fold your arms, and sulk.

"Why're givin' me the poutin' face," says Atsumu with a pouting face which has thrice the intensity of yours. His lower lip is puckered out.

"Because you're cheating!"

"You're the one using fake words, too!"

"So you admit it," you say, eyes squinting, "you did make up that word."

Atsumu shrugs one shoulder, palms still firm on the cushion under you. "C'mon, it's basic sounding enough that it prolly exists."

"So is 'obit,' bitch."

Atsumu gasps. "Ugly."

"You're uglier."

"You're ugliesteresterestest."

You crack a smile. "You're so ugly your twin lost his appetite and refused to eat you in the womb."

"Okay that's just low." Atsumu peels off you, his pout even more pronounced.

"Not going to clap back with a comeback?"

"Naw, I'm feelin' nice today. Generous, even. I'll let you have this win."

This strikes a solid chord of suspicion in you. You unfurl from the couch and regard him with a critical eye. There's no way he's taking this lying down. It's Atsumu Fucking Miya.

And it's Atsumu Fucking Miya who takes one askance glance at you, and with a flick of his wrist the scrabble board goes flying topsy-turvy and dead on the floor. Wooden pieces assail the ground, and you have to fight toe, tooth, nail, whatever to not wail in outrage and headlock him.

"Whoops," he says. "Accident. I guess this can be my win since ya had yers. Better luck next time, babe."

"I memorized the board. We can set it back up to how it was."

Atsumu's smile twitches. "No ya didn't."

"I did. Wild, era, joints, quay, hauty, file, milord, fen, tag, cover, nix, obit, togo, tab, week, begin—"

His hand clamps over your mouth and you're once again pushed against the couch, cushioned under his body weight. You spirit will not waver. You will win this scrabble game. Every word, every letter, every placement, it was all lodged into the wrinkles of your brain.

"Nope," he says, "we're done. Scrabble's a borin' game anyway. We can play somethin' else. Anything else."

You lick the palm of his hand, but he doesn't flinch.

He has the audacity to lean in and deliver an exaggerated, loud smooch onto the back of the hand smothering your face. You jerk up your knee and nearly knock him in the nuts. It's enough for him to forcibly rip himself from you with a high-pitched yelp of terror.

"I don't want to play any other game. I wanted to win scrabble."

Atsumu eyes you cautiously, disbelievingly. "It really means that much to ya?"

"If it didn't then I wouldn't have been playing in the first place!" The fight in you is quickly evaporating, and Atsumu's not in an indulgent mood to surrender the fight. So you sink into the couch, cross one leg over the other, and harrumph.

Atsumu stands there, in the middle of the living room, looking like a lost puppy. All wide-eyed, confused, head tilted. He shifts his weight from one foot, then to the other. Then, the words leave him, face wrinkling with something reminiscent of pain and reluctance, "How can. I." He inhales. "Make it up to ya?"

"By finishing the game but it's fine!"

"Ya don't sound fine."

"Yeah because I lied!"

He raises his hands, exasperated. His eyes search the room for something, but eventually land back on you. "Why're ya lyin'!"

"Don't get on my case for lying! You habitually lie. You're a reflexive liar."

"No I'm not," he says, "I think? Actually maybe I am. But—"

"Did you wash the dishes today?"

"Yeah—"

You laugh, it's an earnest one. "See? No you didn't, I did."

"Well I washed 'em yesterday!"

"I know, but you proved my point. You lie, then correct yourself afterwards. You don't even lie to get yourself out of trouble, you just like, do it because it's ingrained in you."

Atsumu whines and flops down on the couch next to you. "Alright, fine." His brow is scrunched. "You can win this time."

"My, you really are generous."

He nudges you. "You suck."

You sprawl out over his lap. His thighs press against the back of yours as you rest your head atop the armrest and stare at the ceiling. "Since you gave me this win, does that mean I get to lounge while you clean up the mess you made of the boardgame?"

Cue another long, exaggerated whine crawling from his throat. He takes one of your hands in his. They lace together instinctively—a tight squeeze. "Gimme like, five more minutes. And then I'll do it. I guess. Maybe."

"Not lying are you?"

"No! I'm not a liar. For the most part."

"Let's settle on half part, then."

Atsumu opens his mouth to argue, but he yawns, and the lids of his eyes tread further down. "Fine. Half. I'm a half liar. There, ya happy?"

"Always. I'm always happy."

"See who's the liar, now. You were miss pouty pants earlier."

"I can be happy and pouty at the same time."

He laughs. "I guess so."

You turn your head and look at him. "Atsumu?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm sorry for calling you mean names earlier, and implying I wanted your brother to cannibalize fetus-you."

"Holy shit could ya have made that sound even more disgustin'? Apology unaccepted." He flicks you on the forehead. "I like ya when yer a lil mean, anyway."

"Aww but baby I wanna love you and give you kisses and fawn all over youuuu!" You make mock-kissing noises at him.

"Ew! Fuckin' stop!" He fake gags, but you can feel his pulse rise in the fingers bunched between yours. Adorable.

"I love you sooo much, Atsumu. My baby Atsumu. My manly man Atsumu. Cool, strong, handsome Atsumu."

He leans down and shuts you up with a kiss. You clench, unclench, and strengthen your grip on his hand as his mouth steals the words resting on the tip of your tongue.

When he retracts, he draws his thumb across your cheekbone and smiles at you. No meanness. No cruelty. No competitiveness. "I love ya, too. Even though 'obit' isn't a word."

"I still win, though?"

He contemplates, forehead knocking against yours. Both of your breaths mingle in the marginal space between your faces. "As long as yer wins are my wins, I guess I'm okay with it."

"Then yours are mine? I'm an Olympic gold medalist, now?"

"Always, ya loser."

"Winner," you corrected.

"Winner," he confirms.

Finally, an agreement.

by wobbles

[mutigold]

∞ for dessert — woosan.

summary: in which mommy and daddy come home to find their baby boy doing something naughty.

pairing: daddy!san x mommy!poc!reader x babyboy!wooyoung

genre: smutty smut

warning: daddy kink, mommy kink, hard dom!san, soft switch!reader, sub!wooyoung, food play, rimming, fingering, spanking, degrading, oral receiving [f. & m.], anal, sex toy, spit kink, choking, boyxboy, edging, face slapping, hair pulling, breast feeding kink, crying, aftercare.

word count: 1.8k

author’s note: heyy! i hope you enjoy this little segment! please support and give me some feedback cuz idk if i did this right for my first time 🥺 but i love you regardless 🤍

“honey! we’re home!”

you and san just got back from your first dinner without your babyboy, wooyoung. he had announced that he didn’t feel too well and decided not to go out; ushering you two to have fun without him.

so, you indeed that. san introduced you to a new korean restaurant where you could see the pretty, bright lights upon the city. you ate some tasty pork, siding it with white rice, and drank soju while chatting up with your first lover.

though, it felt weird without the baby of the trio.

before leaving the traditional establishment; you and san determined to be good partners, ordered wooyoung some vanilla ice-cream for dessert. “baby! we brought you something!” you yelled trying to get your second boyfriend’s attention.

“wooyoung?” san questioned.

you turned to san trying to figure out the situation, but he seemed confused as you. “let’s go check up on him. he still might not be feeling okay.”

when he agreed, you two proceeded to go up to your wooden stairs and near the main bedroom. though the closer you two got, the more vibrations became detected. the sounds of wooyoung’s pathetic and beautiful moans spread throughout the hallway.

“ugh, the nerve of this boy..” you croaked listening to the calls of both you and san’s names.

san looked you from the corner of his eye and replied, “you know we gotta punish him right?”

you sighed understanding he was right. the last time wooyoung pulled a stunt like this, you let him off like the soft dom you were. but this time, san was here to witness his doing; and you definitely didn’t want to defy him.

“let me go grab the ice-cream..”

opening the bedroom door, you spot wooyoung on the king-sized bed rubbing his cock and thrusting a small, pink buzzing toy in his hole. “o–oh fuck! mommy! oh, daddy! faster!”

you bit your bottom lip and felt your lace underwear become damp noticing that the sex toy was from your drawer. then, your eyes drew down to view wooyoung’s tight rectum clenching with every push. “yes! that feels so good! i–i think i’m gonna come!”

“oh honey, that wouldn’t be the smartest thing to do.”

wooyoung immediately stops hearing your stern tone. he jumps up from his initial position and hides the vibrator behind his back. “h–hi, mommy.” he mummers.

you sighed exploring different emotions due to his actions; “now babyboy. what were you just doing, and don’t lie to mommy.”

“i–i don’t know what you're talking about mommy.”

a sadistic smile creeps upon your face knowing san was literally gonna fuck his shit up. “babyboy, you don’t know what you just started,” you say as san walks into the door with the cold, creamy dessert.

wooyoung’s bunny-like orbs bounce to san’s shivering frame and waters with tears. “no! no! i’m sorry mommy! i won’t do it again! i promise!”

you walk toward your naked boyfriend and grasp his smooth chin shaking it. “no can do baby, i gave you a chance to explain yourself and now you have to suffer the consequences.” wooyoung’s lip quivers at your statement and looks at san again with fear.

straightening up your posture, you turn to the dominant male and vocalize, “do you wanna start or shall i?”

“i think you should. he’s not getting babied this time.”

sitting down on the bed; you pull wooyoung toward you, signaling for him to come across your lap. “how many should i give you babyboy? fifteen? maybe ten? i think ten is a good number–”

you sensed his cock twitch in excitement on your leg cutting your sentence off. “–and you better count or we’re starting over.”

slap

“one.”

slap

“two.”

slap

“t-three.”

san’s presence appeared behind you as wooyoung cutely whimpered the numbers. “look at that pretty ass turning red.”

slap

“what did i say babyboy, keep counting.”

“i–i’m sorry! four.”

slap

slap

slap

“eight, nine..”

your hand tingles with anticipation at the last spank. “come on, one more.”

“ah! ten!”

you flipped him over caressing his flushed bottom and kissing his wet cheeks. “aww, you did so good baby! but it isn’t over yet.” wooyoung’s blurry eyes look up to notice san licking his lips sadistically.

he roughly grabs his chin, bringing him towards his face. “listen to me, you little brat. y/n may be all nice and sweet to you, but this is the last time you act out. especially when we were so worried about your health; and you lied.”

“i-i’m sorry daddy!”

“yeah, you’ll be sorry alright.” he releases wooyoung and unbuttons his black, formal pants. “come suck on my cock.”

wooyoung quickly grips his monster cock, licking him from the base to his pre-cum covered tip. san’s nostrils flared up at wooyoung’s bratty actions, pulled the strands from his head, and slapped his face. “do. not. play. with me. either you suck my cock or you don’t get to come tonight.”

and with that, san begins to get sucked on. wooyoung deep-throats the cock; saliva dripping. “look at you taking down that big cock. you look so pretty babyboy.” you moan looking at your boyfriends play in front of you.

wanting in on that play, you rub on wooyoung’s ass as an idea pops into your head. “arch your back and spread your legs for me, honey,” you say picking up the melted ice-cream.

and he does just that still engulfing on san. you drop a pint of spit along with some of the dessert on your baby’s puckered star, rubbing your thighs for pleasure. then you lower yourself, licking inside of wooyoung’s ass.

“oh my god! mommy!” he suddenly shouts in pleasure. you began to french kiss his anus tasting the sweetness; trying to find that special spot inside of him. “keep sucking daddy’s cock baby.”

san groans deeply at your seductive voice and wooyoung’s moaning around his cock. “that’s it babyboy. should i let you come tonight? maybe we’ll make you apologize with come in your mouth first. then maybe your dumb self would get it after that.”

wooyoung rubs himself on the bed with every insult san makes and every thrust your tongue moves. “oh, i think he likes that daddy. don’t you baby?”

“mmm!”

switching it up, you stop rimming him, making sure to lick up all the cream, and stick three fingers up his ass making him whine. “shhh, baby. i’m just prepping you for daddy’s cock, okay? how about this; if you come up with a good apology for daddy and me, i’ll let you fuck me while he fucks you. how about it?”

he moans in agreement as san fills his mouth up with come. “good fucking boy making me come. come on, give us that apology.”

taking his cum-filled entrance off, he gibbers with, “i’m sorry! i swear i’ll never do it again! i swear this time, mommy, daddy! i’ll do whatever you want, please fuck me!”

you looked up at your other boyfriend once again trying to view his expression. if you were in charge at this moment, you would have accepted his apology; however, it was san that was in control and he was always unpredictable.

“what do you think san? was it a good enough apology?” you asked.

“mhmm... i think it was. turn over so i can stick my cock deep inside you while you eat mommy’s pussy out. then you can fuck her; i like that plan more, don’t you?”

“yes daddy, thank you so much!”

wooyoung turns over so you can sit on his face while san can fuck him. “let me taste your pussy, mommy.” listening to his command, you sit on his warm organ feeling him suck on your clit. “ohhh, baby..”

meanwhile, the dominant male pounds wooyoung’s ass hitting his prostate and making him gasp into your channel. “ah! yes, baby! suck my fucking clit! such a good boy for mommy..” with all your moaning, you didn’t even notice your eyes closing.

but when you opened them, they spot the small, pink sex toy at the corner of the bed. you grabbed it, turned it on, and placed it on the nerve tingling with pleasure. “yessss! stick your tongue me, baby! you’re about to make come! ah!”

creaming, your thighs shake from the sudden desire. you get off of wooyoung’s face, licking and kissing his wet face covered with your essence. “oh, you did mommy so good babyboy. are you ready for me to ride you?”

he whines in agreement as san pulls out of him; setting him up over by the headboard while being under him. “okay baby, i’m gonna ride your cock now.”

both you and san begin to push on him, giving him double the pleasure. “oh my god! i love you guys! i love you so fucking much!” he cries tears dripping down his sweaty face. you drop on him while the other boyfriend thrusts into him hitting his prostate again.

“please! please!”

the feeling of your clenched pussy around him and san’s large cock pushing into him began to make him go crazy. “i–i think i about to come! i’m about to come!”

you bring your small hand up to choke wooyoung’s slender tanned neck, demanding, “uh-uh, you don’t get to come before mommy and daddy honey. ah! come on baby, make us come.”

“oh, mommy! daddy! please come!”

grabbing more of the leftover melting ice-cream, you pour it along your chocolate breasts. “be quiet and suck mommy’s nipples, babyboy. it’ll keep your bratty ass close.” san huffed out still pounding wooyoung’s prostate.

so, that’s what he did. like a baby, the submissive male licked and sucked the sweet cream that was on your nipples. “ooo! you like mama’s milk, don’t you baby.” he moaned nevertheless fuzzing with overall pleasure.

“fuck, i’m about to come in your ass.”

hearing that, made you climb over the edge and come around wooyoung’s twitching cock. “oh! fuck! you’re making me come, baby!”

“shit me too, come with us babyboy. you have five seconds. one–”

not even a second later, wooyoung explodes inside of your cunt, painting your insides white. “ugh! thank you so much! i’ll never do it again!”

after coming down from all the sensory overload, you and san take the time to clean up and do some aftercare with wooyoung. “you did so good baby. i’m so proud of you. but why didn’t you tell us you were sexually frustrated?” you sweetly asked.

“i didn’t want to be a bother. i learned my lesson, i’m sorry.”

san kisses his cheek; replying with, “we don’t ever want you to feel like that. you’re also apart of this relationship, wooyoung. next time, just talk to us.”

“m’kay. i love you” he coos.

you giggled, also kissing his sweaty cheek. “we love you more, babyboy.”

“question, where’d that ice-cream come from?”

“oh! that was for the dessert.”

[clotpolesonly]

Tail For Two

for @stacksonweek’s day 6 “fantasy AU” theme, cuz i needed more of Jackson with his tail, thanks

| Stackson | Gen | 2.3k | Supernatural Creatures Are Known | Dating Apps | Kanima Jackson | Witch Stiles | Stiles Has A Familiar | Banter |

(also on AO3)

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The first thing Stiles noticed was the tail. Long and scaly and greenish, wrapped around the base of the spindly coffee shop table his date was seated at. The guy looked calm and composed, but the end of his tail flicked restlessly back and forth. It sped up as Stiles approached.

“Jackson?”

The guy looked up from his phone and, yes, those bright yellow-green slitted eyes were unmistakable. They’d been the thing to really catch Stiles’ attention on his profile—well, that and the bio that listed lacrosse, true crime, logic puzzles, and sarcasm as his primary interests—and they were every bit as striking in person.

“Stiles?” Jackson asked, looking him over in return.

Admittedly, Stiles didn’t look like anything special himself. Especially for someone using a supernatural-only dating app. But, technically, a witch was a supernatural creature and listed on the app’s optional drop-down menu for species. He ran a nervous hand through his hair, nodded, and dropped down into the available chair.

“So, uh…tail!”

Probably not the most tactful opener. Jackson’s neutral expression was overtaken by pursed lips and narrowed eyes.

“Is that gonna be a problem?”

“No!” Stiles declared immediately, fighting the urge to bend down and get a better look at the thing, maybe run his hands along the scales to see if they were smooth or rough. “No, not at all. You just didn’t mention it anywhere on your profile. Seems like a significant thing to leave off.”

Jackson crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair. “Well, when I do include it, my inbox gets flooded by fetishist weirdos who are only interested in the tail.”

“…Yeah, that tracks.”

There was quiet for a minute, filled with the rustlings and soft chatter of the other cafe patrons, as Jackson continued to eye Stiles suspiciously. Stiles tried to wait him out, but he’d never been particularly patient.

“Don’t give me that look!” he finally declared. “I didn’t even know about the tail until I got here, so I can’t only be interested in the tail. I am here for you. Because I am interested in you as a person. So, tell me about yourself, like a normal person on a first date. What do you do for a living?”

Jackson finally gave up his glare with a roll of his eyes. The tightness of his posture relaxed a little too. He shrugged and said, “I’m an EMT.”

“Oh, really? Do you—” Stiles cut himself off abruptly. He tapped his fingers on the table, weighing his options. “Okay, so can I ask stuff about the tail? Like, non-weird, non-sexual questions? Or is tail-talk completely off the table?”

Jackson huffed out a laugh like Stiles had caught him off guard somehow. He considered for a moment, tail swishing across the tile beneath them. Finally, he nodded.

Permission granted, Stiles leaned forward on his elbows and said, “Do you use the tail at work? Out in the field? Is it prehensile? Consciously controlled or is it an instinctive kind of thing? Is it like an extra hand, or is the motor control not that fine? Have you ever used it to, like, lift a fallen tree off of somebody or pry open car doors like the Jaws of Life? Is it strong enough to do that or is that a misconception? I’ve heard a lot of myths and stuff about kanimas—unless you’re not a kanima and I’m showing my ass by making the assumption, in which case, my bad and—”

Jackson laughed again. A real laugh this time, head tipping back and a reluctant-looking smile stretching across his face. As it subsided, he scratched at the back of his neck. The look he gave Stiles was far less suspicious now and more confused, like he wasn’t sure what to make of him.

“Kanima, yeah,” he said. “And, no, my tail cannot Jaws-of-Life anything. No big trees, either, though I have shifted around a few motorcycles.”

“That’s so cool,” Stiles sighed. The picture in his head was probably way more dramatic than it was in real life, but whatever. He’d always had a very active imagination. Life was boring without it.

“As for using it at work,” Jackson went on, reaching for a packet of sugar to dump into his coffee. “Mostly just for grabbing and holding things. Consciously controlled, for the most part, but no real fine motor control to speak of; I definitely wouldn’t be suturing any wounds with it or anything.”

“Still pretty badass,” Stiles insisted.

It might’ve been the soft atmospheric lighting playing tricks on him, but he was almost sure that Jackson blushed. Just a little bit. He certainly ducked his head to hide his smile. 

“Are you gonna get something to drink or not?”

“Oh yeah.”

Stiles jumped up and made a beeline for the counter. He was suddenly feeling wired and jittery, so he forewent the chocolatey drink he’d told himself he was gonna get and ordered something with some real caffeine in it instead. And a cookie. Two cookies, in case Jackson wanted one. His cookie preference was also not listed on his dating profile.

By the time he’d collected his order, Stiles was ready to be smooth, suave, and less of a dork than he’d been so far. Jackson was, quite frankly, ridiculously attractive and Stiles was determined for this first date to go better than his last three attempted first dates. Which was why he cursed up a storm when he got back to the table to find Jackson’s tail wrapped around a squirming rat.

“Wait, no, don’t squish her!” Stiles yelped, nearly dropping his coffee in his haste to retrieve the rodent in question. “She’s mine!”

Jackson released her readily enough, though the question on his face was obvious. Stiles cupped the fat little rat in his hands, rubbing his thumb over the top of her head to smooth down her ruffled fur. She leaned into it, then caught his thumb in her tiny paws to give him a vociferous tongue-bath in thanks.

Stiles sighed gustily. “Lady! What are you even doing in here? I thought I told you to wait outside. There’s a designated shelter and everything! It had snacks!”

Lady squeaked at him reproachfully. Apparently, the snacks on offer were not up to her standard. Stiles knew he’d been spoiling her with the gourmet yogurt drops.

“You call your familiar ‘lady’?” Jackson asked, his tone too amused to be judgmental.

With all the dignity he could muster, Stiles dumped Lady in the front pocket of his shirt and sat down. “Her name is Lady Squeaks-A-Lot. In my defense, I was ten.”

“Ten?” Jackson whistled. “Isn’t that young to get your familiar?”

Stiles held his hands out expansively. “What can I say? I was a precocious child with more magic than I knew what to do with. Also ADHD. A familiar is a focus aid, after all, and I needed all the help I could get there.”

He held out one of the cookies to Jackson, who took it after only a second’s hesitation. Their fingers brushed. Stiles didn’t have long to internally rhapsodize over how warm Jackson’s hand was—or wonder if it was some internalized prejudice that made him expect a kanima’s hand to be cold or if that was just logic—before Lady was clawing her way out of his pocket and onto his shoulder to bite at his chin.

“Hey!”

Stiles swatted at her. She whacked him in the throat with her tail and chomped on his earlobe. Jackson snorted into his coffee.

“Oh my god.” Stiles scooped Lady up and held her at eye-level. She was unfazed by his scowl, back legs kicking idly in the air. “If I give you my cookie, will you stop being a butt?”

She blinked at him. Stiles took that as an affirmative. With a huff, he deposited Lady on the table and unwrapped his cookie. He’d barely set it down before Lady was on it, breaking little chunks off to nibble on with an air of great satisfaction. Stiles shook his head at her, but he couldn’t be mad. Lady had been his constant companion for over a decade and he loved the hell out of the little menace.

He looked up to see Jackson holding out half of his own cookie in offering. Grinning, Stiles took it.

“So,” Jackson said. “Magic. Didn’t see that on your profile. Do you use it at work? Ever lift any big trees with it?”

“Oh, ha ha,” Stiles said through a mouthful of cookie. “I see what you did there, turning it around on me. Very clever of you.”

Jackson threw a sugar packet at him with a wink.

Stiles did tell him about his work, though. Private investigating was a lot less thrilling than it sounded, but he had a few good stories up his sleeve. The magic involved was mostly warding, some scrying, a lot of tracking spells. On some rare occasions, he'd even had to break out the combat magic, which his dad never appreciated.

That segued into talking about their families, which spilled over into anecdotes about their friends, which brought up embarrassing high school stories Stiles never thought he would volunteer on a first date. The hipster at the next table over shot them a number of dirty looks for how loudly they were laughing, but he packed up in a hurry when Jackson smiled at him with suddenly sharp teeth, which Stiles found particularly hilarious. 

By the time Lady had eaten as much of the cookie—almost as big as she was—as she could manage and had hunkered down by Stiles’ coffee cup for a nap, the staff were starting to make thinly veiled comments about closing time. At some point in the last hour, Jackson's tail had migrated from the table's base to wrap around Stiles' ankle instead. Stiles honestly wasn't sure if Jackson had noticed; he hadn't wanted to draw attention to it in case it made things awkward and Jackson took it back.

But, if they were going to leave like the staff obviously wanted them to, he kind of needed his leg back. So, with great reluctance, Stiles yawned and gave a big, full-body stretch. The tail slid away, leaving his ankle cold, and the look on Jackson's face was decidedly embarrassed.

"So, what was that about the tail being under your conscious control?" Stiles asked slyly. 

"I did say 'for the most part'," Jackson muttered.

Stiles’ grin grew. “Does that mean you like me?”

“Maybe. Shut up.” Jackson’s tail sneaked up to steal Stiles’ coffee out of his hand. Stiles squawked in protest, which Jackson ignored in favor of downing the last of his (third) overly sugary drink. He smacked his lips obnoxiously and nodded at Lady. “Don't forget your friend."

"As if I could." Stiles nudged the sleeping rat off the table and into his palm. She didn’t even wake up as he transferred her to his breast pocket, just snuggled down into his warmth contentedly. Grumpy as he was over his stolen coffee, he couldn’t help but smile. “Lazy thing.”

He met Jackson at the door and they watched the staff lock it pointedly behind them. The sun had set some time ago and the street lights cast everything in yellow. Stiles tipped his head back, breathing in the cool night air. A touch to his ankle drew his attention back down.

Jackson’s tail was teasing at his pant leg. In an impressive display of dexterity, it folded over to pinch the denim and tugged gently. Stiles snorted. It tugged again and he obligingly stepped forward. One, two, three steps, until he was close enough to look up and find Jackson only a few inches away.

“In case you were wondering,” Jackson said, smirking. “That was on purpose. And so’s this.”

The kiss was pleasantly mocha-flavored. Stiles wrapped his arms snugly around Jackson’s waist and felt the warm weight of the tail wrap around his thighs in turn. In a weird way, it was cozy, and Stiles would’ve been more than happy to stay exactly where he was for the rest of the night. But, unfortunately, Lady didn’t appreciate being squashed between them.

They broke apart to the soundtrack of indignant squeaking. Stiles sighed downward. “Why are you like this?”

Lady’s pink nose quivered just over the hem of his pocket.

“Methinks that means the princess wants the night to be over.”

“Can’t disappoint her,” Jackson said, just solemnly enough to be mocking. He rubbed his thumb fondly over the lump that was Lady before letting Stiles go, though. She peeked her head out to blink at him and he smiled.

“So,” Stiles said, drawn out obnoxiously long. “Call me maybe? We can—”

“If you have any more questions about the tail,” Jackson cut across him, “you can ask them next time.”

Stiles raised his eyebrows. “Oh? What kind of questions?”

Jackson was already sidling away from him, tail sweeping lazily in his wake. “Weird questions,” he called back. “Sexual questions.”

“Well, I’m definitely looking forward to that,” Stiles yelled after him. “Call me for sure. Soon, preferably! Like, tomorrow!”

He could hear Jackson laughing even after the kanima disappeared around the corner at the end of the block. He was pretty sure the tail waved to him before whipping out of sight.

Lady was staring up at him with judgment in her beady little eyes.

“Don’t give me that look,” Stiles told her. “I’m not a weirdo fetishist only interested in the tail. The rest of him is also very attractive and interesting and funny and great. The tail is just a bonus.”

She squeaked at him.

“Yeah, yeah. Next time, I’m leaving you at home.”

[hansols-yoda-boxers]

Royal Affairs

Princess!Wheein x Palace Staff!Female Reader

Word Count: 4927

Contents: royalty au, slight angst, switch wheein, switch reader, thigh grinding, praise, breast play, oral, clit stimulation, tribbing, squirting

Note: @thetypingpup Happy Birthday!!!! This year has been, a whole ass year. And here we are coming to the end of it nonetheless. I know this year has been an absolute bitch for you in more ways than one but you are capable and resilient and wonderful. I’m so glad that more and more you find the ways to make your blog somewhere fun cuz we all need some fun, especially in a year like this. I hope you have a very good day, love!

“Come in,” Wheein’s voice lilted through the air following your knock. You opened the door slowly, keeping your demeanor proper. Wheein was sitting in front of her mirror, candles lit around her chamber, warming the rich emerald tones of her curtains and the canopy surrounding her large, plush bed.

“Perfect timing,” she said evenly, combing the ends of her hair out. “I’m in need of some assistance with my hair.”

You closed the door behind yourself. “No one else is around,” you hummed.

“Good,” she sighed, slumping into her seat and quickly dropping the proper posture she carried around everyone but you. “My hair is a mess and I cannot reach the back.”

You chuckled as you made your way across the room to her. Taking the comb from her hands and started to work on the knots at the ends of her hair. “You really outdid yourself, today.”

“I do think it was one of my best,” she grinned at you through the mirror.

“How do you manage to come up with such ideas?” You mused.

“They really just come to me,” she laughed. “Maybe it’s desperation. Nothing quite like the threat of getting married off to some random noble to make the ideas start flowing.”

You joined in with her chuckles. The king and queen were beyond exasperated at this point. You had lost count of how many suitors Wheein had sent packing. You were sure these were benefits to marrying her off, political alliances, more power, those sorts of things. You knew Wheein knew them well. But she had made her mind that she wasn’t going to be married off, with enough conviction to keep it up until her parents finally gave up on the idea.

“How did you get your hair so tangled?” You asked.

“I brushed it in all directions. I kept putting it up and taking it down. I even tied a few knots right in there,” she said brightly. “I had to tear up that old dress and run it through the mud to really get the look right.”

“Do you think people will wonder how the king and queen raised such a wild woman?” You giggled.

“Ah my kingdom has seen me before,” she said in a relaxed manner. “They’ll have caught on by now. I like to think they take bets on what I’ll do next.”

“The chefs do,” you laughed. “I was in the kitchens for a moment the other day and they were discussing what they thought you would do this time. It truly brings the whole palace together.”

“See,” she laughed. “It’s good for morale!”

“That it is,” You snorted. “But if you do this again and these knots are any worse I might just have to cut them out.”

“You should,”  she challenged you with a grin. “Just chop all my hair off, make it nice and short.”

“Something tells me the king and queen wouldn’t approve of a princess with short hair.” You chuckled.

“So,” she challenged cheekily. “It’s not like I’m any less royal with less hair. Maybe we should do it now.”

“If I do it now the queen will have my head,” you snorted.

“No she won’t, not if I have anything to say about,” she huffed.

You leaned in closer. “I don’t wanna get sent to the dungeon.”

“I won’t let her send you to the dungeon!” She cried.

“I’m not cutting your hair short today.”

Wheein pouted. “This is why I don’t always tell you how I plan to run off the suitors. You don’t let me do anything fun.”

“We have plenty of fun,” you hummed, finally coming to the last few knots in her hair. “I’m simply a voice of reason. You can’t completely ruin your image or the people will never let you take over the crown. And you and I both know you’ll be a fantastic queen.”

“What if I don’t want to be queen?” she sniffed.

“You do,” you said. “You already know you’re going to be good at it. And what would you ever do if you left?”

A grin tugged at her lips. “Well I’d take you with me.”

You couldn’t help your own grin. “I should have known you’d say that.”

“Don’t tell me you would stay here if I was gone,” she gasped in fake surprise.

“It’s a good job,” you shrugged before laughing as she reached back and tried to whack your arm.

“No you’re right,” you hummed. “I think I would miss you too much if you left. This palace just wouldn’t feel the same without you here.”

“I knew it,” she said smugly, though her tone was full of fondness.

“And,” You ran your fingers through her hair. “I’m done.”

“You, my stunning angel,” she smiled. “Have magic fingers.”

“I-I know,” you didn’t mean for your voice to stumble but it betrayed you. Wheein stood from her seat and grabbed your wrist, pulling you closer before sitting you down in front of her mirror.

“You’re too cute,” she grinned. “I want to see something.”

You twisted around in the seat as she moved to her wardrobe and grabbed a few small boxes. Wheein was close to giddy as she placed the boxes on the vanity and opened one, revealing a number of necklaces set with precious stones. She considered them for a moment before choosing one set with rich blue sapphires that caught the light in an enchanting way.

“Here.” You fought to keep your breath even as her hands came gently around your neck. She laid the necklace against your skin, smiling and leaning in until her lips were close to your ear. “Doesn’t this look just breathtaking on you?” She murmured.

“I-It-” You tried to process her closeness that could make you feel a little dizzy, your mind swarmed with too many thoughts of where the night might go. Your fingers came up to touch the piece of jewelry gently. “It’s really beautiful.”

“That’s because you’re beautiful,” Wheein hummed.

You met her eye in the mirror. “Should we be-”

“I’m just having fun,” she grinned. “But I want to see something else.”

You sat, reeling a little and processing her words as she whisked the necklace away. “I think it looks nicer on you than it does on me. Perhaps I should gift it to you.”

“I-If you did that people would surely find out,” you felt a little flustered at the proposition. Wheein had made it clear from the beginning that she didn’t expect you to be too proper or stiff around her and over time she’d started to treat you as a friend. But still, giving a worker in a palace one of her own personal jewelry pieces would raise suspicion at the very least.

“And yet,” she pulled something else out of a box. “I see no reason that it should be mine when I don’t wear it. And it suits you so much better.”

You saw your reflection’s eyes widen as she carefully brought a tiara over your head, set with a dazzling array of sapphire, tanzanite, and indigolite that glimmered in the candlelight. She placed it gently in your hair. 

“Doesn’t it look so natural, like you were born to wear it?”

You felt stunned. No matter how relaxed you were around Wheein you kept your wits about you around anyone else, including her parents. You knew that her tiaras weren’t meant to sit on your head. It made you feel a little dizzy, glance shifting quickly to look at the door. No one ever bothered you in here, not unannounced at least. But still, how much trouble would you be in were you to be caught?

“I-I shouldn’t-”

“Relax,” Wheein placed her hands on your shoulders, her lips resting next to your ear. “Just relax and look at yourself. You know I would never get you in any real trouble.” Her lips curled into a grin. “I just want you to see it.”

You let out a small sigh, relaxing back a bit and trying to will your heart to calm down. The tiara sat atop your head, glittering in the warm candle-lit glow that washed through the room. It caught the colours of the precious gems set into the delicate frame.

“It is beautiful.” You said. “It’s breathtaking but-”

“No buts,” she hummed.

You turned a little to look at her directly. “But what’s the point?”

Wheein pouted. “Does there have to be a point?”

“Doesn’t there?”

She sighed, “I like how they look on you. I like being around you. I just like you. That’s my point.” She gently turned your head back to look at the mirror. “Let me imagine life a little differently, just for a moment.”

You met her gaze in the mirror, voice smaller when you spoke. “What life are you imagining?”

“One where…” her voice trailed off as she lifted the tiara from your head. “I can live the life I’d like to. Where I don’t have to put up a fuss about getting married.” As she came back behind you her fingertips trailed along your arm. “Where I don’t have to run anyone off. Where my future doesn’t hinge on me ‘finding a suitor’ or annoying the king and queen to no end with my unwillingness until they let me be crowned under my own terms.”

Her hands slipped down to your waist and she gently urged you to your feet. “Where no one cares what to whom I do, so I can do as I like.” A smirk graced her lips as she took your hands, turning you so she could walk you backwards to the bed.

“A future where I can do this,” she murmured, pressing a kiss to your jaw. “And this,” her lips moved to kiss in the hollow under your ear, “And this.” Wheein pressed a longer kiss to your neck. You let your head fall back with a sigh, stepping back until your legs hit the edge of the bed, her lips trailing slowly along your neck and her hands slipping from your waist to the ties on your dress.

Most of the palace staff, at some point or another, did something they weren’t supposed to. Sneaking a pastry, or sleeping in the kitchens when no one was around and the room was warm, picking the flowers in the garden. But you had a feeling none of them were as bold as fooling around with the princess.

This wasn’t the first time. As the outer layers of your dress fell away Wheein’s hands traced a familiar path along your body, taking her time in undressing you. Her lips latched into a sensitive spot at the base of your neck and you let out small sighs at the feeling. The closer you had gotten the more tension grew between you until neither of you could stand it any longer.

The tension snapped.

A kiss.

And then another.

And then more until you found yourself in bed with feelings that were complicated at best.

Your fingers curled into the material of her dress, pulling her closer against you as she undid your stays and untied your skirt, letting them also fall from your body. Her lips trailed back up until they found yours and she smirked against your lips at the sense of desperation in your kisses. 

“You’re not going to make me do all the work,” she murmured playfully.

You answered her with a small whine, hands searching for the ties on her dress, to pull her out of it. Wheein let each piece of her dress fall away from her body, her hands now grabbing at her hips, only thin fabric between her fingers and your skin. Her tongue slid along your bottom lip and you let it into your mouth easily, sighing and letting out small moans into your mouth as she kissed you and her hands came around to your ass.

As her skirts fell away she pushed you back down onto the bed, stepping out of them before moving over top of you, a thigh coming between your legs.

“You always look so pretty like this,” she murmured, the candlelight illuminating the flickering intensity in her gaze. “All laid out just for me.” She rolled her hips down, grinding against you slowly as her fingertips trailed up your thigh, pulling the hem of your under dress up along with them. Her lips grazed your ear and her voice dropped to a whisper. 

“No coronation could ever give me a gift as beautiful as you.”

You couldn’t stop the small moan that trailed off your lips, nor the way your hips ground against her thigh. Her hand came to your hips, guiding your movements slowly while the other pushed up the light fabric of your underdress to reveal your body. You listened to her small hum as she pulled the dress up high enough to see your chest before pulling it fully off of you.

“If I could choose my future,” she let her hands trail down your sides, lips kissing along your collarbone and down to your chest. “I would simply choose you.”

A moan left your lips as she sucked one of your nipples between her lips. Her tongue rolled over the sensitive bud. With one hand still on your hip the other trailed back up your side until it came to your chest. Her fingers squeezed at your breast before starting to play with your nipple, rolling and squeezing it slowly.

Heavy breaths fell off your lips and your eyes slowly fluttered shut. Arousal started to build steadily inside of you. It flickered slow like the candlelight, but with each second it grew a little hotter. Wheein hummed against your skin and you arched up into her touch, letting yourself go a little more every second.

Wheein’s lips pulled away from your chest with a small pop and you felt her lips kiss slowly into the valley between your breasts and towards the others.

“How could I want anything else,” she murmured. “When I get to have you like this?” Her lips latched onto the soft skin of your breast, sucking at your skin, You let out a sigh, fingers curling into the soft, plush, luxurious fabrics covering her bed.

“Every line and curve of your body is exquisite, how could jewels or crowns possibly compare?”

She sucked your other nipple between her lips, a little more harshly than the first. You ground your hips a little faster on her thigh, her own underdress pushed up and your arousal slicking her skin with each movement.

Wheein hummed, sending vibrations through your body and drawing a small moan from your lips, fingers tugging on her bedsheets. Her fingers rolled and tugged at your other nipple and slowly you felt the tightening starting in your core as your body built towards release, heat rising off your skin and mixing into the air.

Wheein pulled back her lips, waiting for you to look up at her. You let your eyes open and pouted at her, catching her smirk as she pressed your legs further apart and moved between them. She rid herself of her underdress and you let your eyes take in her form, her body somehow more and more stunning each time you saw it.

“You’re already so worked up, just for me,” she hummed, bringing her lips to your stomach and starting to trail kisses along your skin, lower and lower.

“I don’t think I could ever possibly get enough of you. The sounds that you make, all the ways your body moves.” She met your gaze. “The way you make me feel. Why would I ever want to let this go?”

Wheein’s lips started to kiss along your inner thighs, pressing your legs wider. Her fingers trailed over the spots she wasn’t kissing and she giggled as your hips squirmed, drawing a gasp from you when her fingers dragged through your folds, gathering your arousal. Her gaze moved between her fingers and your core.

“I really can’t decide which part of you is the prettiest,” she mused between pressing more kisses to your thighs, her gaze locked with yours. “At first I thought it was your eyes, so intelligent and sharp, but still warm for me. Then I thought maybe your lips, such a pretty shape and I knew when I saw them how good they would feel against my skin. I thought it might be your hands, how easily they move, how skilled they are,” she smirked.

Her words only filled you with more arousal. You were sure you were positively dripping as your fingers curled and uncurled in the sheets. You tried to keep your hips still, tried to keep her gaze as heat rose through your body and your breaths came out heavy.

“The line of your neck comes to mind, how you hold your head to high, how sensitive you are to kisses. Or maybe your breasts, so soft in my hands and they start to draw such sweet sounds from you. For a while,” she started to press kisses to the apex of your thighs, your hips squirming to get her lips where you needed them. “I thought of your voice. I have such a love for your voice. I could listen to you speak and laugh and sing all day.” Her lips pressed a kiss just above your clit, so close to where you wanted them. “And the way you moan. Exquisite.”

You bit down on your bottom lip and she paused, smirking, knowing how impatient her words made you. You felt her hands slip under you and a gasp left your lips as she suddenly grabbed your ass roughly.

“I’ve definitely thought about just how much I love your ass, just how much fun it is to grab onto. And your thighs,” she hands moved to your thighs, squeezing at them and letting her thumbs run over the sensitive skin. “I love how touching you makes you so needy.”

“Please,” the word left your lips before you could catch it.

“Please?” She grinned. “Can’t I take a moment to admire you?”

You gaze flickered to her lips and back to her eyes, your voice betraying how needy you had gotten. “I need you, I need more.”

“I know you do,” she murmured. “I don’t think I can pick one favourite part of you, but I know just how much I love your pussy.” She spread your legs even further. “You’re so wet you’re glistening. Every time I touch you just the way you want you let out the prettiest sounds. You move your hips, practically fucking yourself on my face when you feel my tongue. And your taste.”

A gasp left your lips as she dragged her tongue though your folds and over your clit.

“Other worldly. I don’t think I could live without it.”

A shuddering moan fell off your lips as Wheein trailed her tongue in even movements over your clit. She let out moans as she tasted you and your fingers found her hair as you let your head fall back against the pillows, hips slowly rolling against her face as her tongue fell into a rhythm of movements over your clit.

Your legs trembled and your hips moved rhythmically as her tongue worked like magic. She had learned your body so well. She knew just how to move her tongue as you gave yourself over more and more to the sensations.

You let your mind wrap around the feeling of her hair between your fingers. You took in the sensation of her moans against your core with each tug of her hair that got rougher and rougher as you got closer to your climax with each movement of her tongue. She ate you out with more and more vigor each moment, hands gripping your thighs and finger tips digging into your skin.

You felt the build in your core, already so turned on before her tongue even met your pussy. The coil inside curled tighter and tighter and your moans mixed with the lewd sounds of her tongue lapping over your clit. Your hips moved faster and faster against her tongue and your legs closed as much as she would allow as your moans grew louder and curses fell from your lips.

Wheein sucked your clit between her lips, pressing her face in between your legs. A cry fell from your lips as you came, legs trembling and crashing in around her head as your hips ground and rolled against her face. Pleasure crashed through your body in a wave, building from her first touch and finally releasing, leaving your body in a warm, happy, sensitive haze.

Wheein’s lips barely moved, slipping down only a little and you let out a moan as her tongue moved inside of you, lapping up your releases greedily. Her own moans were just a little higher and she let out whines and whimpers as you cursed and pulled at her hair as her tongue moved into your heat.

She curled and moved her tongue quickly, holding your hips against her face strongly. Moans and whimpers fell from her lips as she took every last drop of your release, her tongue moving quickly, feverishly. The candlelight shone in her eyes with each quick gaze she managed to give you her gaze grew sweeter and more doe-like, falling in line with each tug of her hair.

“That feels so good,” you let your voice come out breathy, biting on your lip subtly when she moaned against your core. “Don’t stop, princess.”

She moaned much louder at the name, it felt so different in this moment and her fingers gripped your thighs even more strongly as her tongue moved between your core and up over your clit. Her movements were growing more and more messy by the second but they felt so good to your already sensitive body.

Already the coil in your core was curling in on itself again. Every lap of her tongue over your clit sent a jolt of pleasure through your body and you ground your hips against her face in a quick rhythm. Your fingers curled into her hair even tighter, her whimpers growing louder and your own mood shifting.

“Just like that, princess,” you hummed. Your legs trembled, starting to squeeze in around her head. She let out a whine again, her face pressing desperately between your legs and her tongue moving in quick, sloppy, needy movements. You let your head fall back onto the plush bed and your eyes fell closed as curses fell off your lips.

Your back arched off the bed and your hips bucked up as she sucked your clit between her lips harshly. The coil inside you snapped and orgasm crashed through your body, drawing moans from your lips, sensation reaching to the tips of your toes and body shaking as the bliss washed over you.

Wheein let out small whimpers as she lapped at your core again, tasting your release until you sat up slightly. She looked up at you, eyes sweet and glossy and looking even more fucked out than you felt. The warm glow of the room lit her rosy face and the glistening of your release on her lips and chin.

You grabbed at her arms, tugging her closer roughly until your lips crashed against hers. One of your hands tangled into her hair, holding her close as you kissed her, her desperation clear in every kiss. Your other hand slid down her back until you could squeeze her ass roughly, drawing a moan from her lips, a smirk tugging at yours between kisses.

You pressed your thigh up between her legs, moaning against her lips at how wet she had gotten just from eating you out. Wheein was quick to start grinding against your thigh in quick movements, letting out pants and moans against your lips as she left her arousal on your thigh.

“You’re so wet, princess,” the breathiness of your voice only served to make her moan against your lips.

“Your taste,” she whined, words punctuated with kisses to your lips.. “Hearing you cum. Feeling you cum on my tongue. The way you smell better than anything.” She moaned loudly as you squeezed her ass roughly again and her hips bucked against your thigh.

Her words spun in your mind and you put all your energy into pushing her over, rolling quickly until she was on her back underneath you. You grabbed at her thighs and pushed them apart roughly. Your fingers dragged through her folds, gathering her slick on them until they met her clit, her hips jolting and a gasp pulled from her lips.

You started moving your fingers in quick, rough circles over the sensitive bundle of nerves and let yourself be nearly mesmerized by the sight of her.

Your gaze met your own fingers, moving quickly, and the way her hips followed your ministrations, rolling and grinding and bucking into your hand. Your gaze followed the curve of her hips, taking in the way her stomach braced and clenched as you worked her up more and more. They followed along her waist and up to the swell of her breasts as she took heavy breaths, they way they rose and fell just from the movements of your fingers.

Her moans, climbing higher in her voice, fell upon your ears and the sweet scent of her filled your nose as your gaze trailed along the line of her neck and up to her face. Far from her often pristine, royal image, this had to be the best view of her. 

Wheein’s hair was fanned out over the pillows, messy and beautiful. Her mouth hung open in a series of moans, lips still glistening and plump. Her eyes were squeezed shut as she focused on the pleasure and her face had a rosy, red-pink hue in the warm glow of the room, contrasting the deep, emerald tones of her bedspread.

“You’re breathtaking,” whether you meant the words to be heard by her or not you didn’t know, but her hips bucked up and her fingers curled in the soft fabric on her bed. Her head tilted back and you felt the desperate need to be closer, to feel every inch of her.

She didn’t have time to whine when you pulled your hand away from her core. Your legs tangled with hers and your lips found hers in a kiss as you shifted your hips until you could roll down against hers, feeling the rush of pleasure as you ground your clit against hers.

Wheein moaned into your mouth as you started to grind quickly. One of her hands found your back while the other grabbed at your ass. Small moans of “please” and “don’t stop” fell off her lips between kisses as you grabbed at any part of her body you could.

Your hips rolled and bucked quickly against hers, your moans mixing in the hot air of the room all around you. Her hips started to match your movements, both of you riding towards your highs quickly, the coil tightening again inside you and urging you to move even faster.

Her name fell off your lips and yours off of hers as nothing else mattered in that moment. Every other feeling or thought was wiped from your mind as pleasure built higher and higher inside you and your legs trembled as hers started to squeeze your thigh.

Wheein let out a cry of your name, back arching and her chest pressing up against you as she came hard. You felt the warm, gush of liquid from her core against you, listening to her moans and gazing at her fucked out expression only spurring you on.

You pushed up just a bit and rode her hard, drawing loud cries from her lips as she gripped your thigh for purchase. Your core slid easily against hers as you chased your high, so close to your edge again. Her broken moans we like music filling your ears and your eyes squeezed shut as you fell over into pleasure.

You released with a cry, collapsing on top of her as your arms gave out and feeling her arms immediately wrap around you, even in their shaky state. Stars burst behind your eyes, the pleasure swallowed you completely. You were left in a hazy state of bliss, body trembling and sensitive as your hips finally halted.

You stayed on her chest, both of you breathing heavy, neither wanting to move. You listened as the minutes passed, her heartbeat slowing bit by bit from racing as her breath followed suit. They grew deeper and so did yours as sleepiness set in and she pressed a tender kiss against your head, something that managed to make you just a bit flustered.

“Should we-”

“I’m so comfy,” she hummed. “I’m not letting you go.”

“Do you mean that?” Did she hear the weight behind your words?

“I mean everything I say,” she mumbled. 

A small smile tugged at your lips as ideas of words danced on your tongue, begging to come out.

“I wish it was all this simple,” her voice was quiet and as you processed her words her breathing grew slow until she was asleep. 

You wished the same thing, knowing the future she wanted could never truly happen.

You whispered. “I love you,” before sleep pulled you under.

[salandition]

Raihan and Leon (Separate) with a s/o who has Giratina (Yk how you can catch it in Platinum and stuff) and they don’t use it much cuz it’s overpowered but gives it pats secretly in private how would they react when they find out they have a Giratina, headcanons or scenarios it your choice (you don’t have to accept this request if you want to lol)

A/N: aaah, the fateful Giratina... I never played any Pokémon games besides Shield, but my best friend is a Pokémon fanatic who’s played all the games. She’s told me all about Giratina and how she’s spent a very, very long time Shiny-hunting that thing. Sounds like something I don’t have the patience for!

Raihan

I mean, the dude’s a big fan of dragons

So once he (sneaks) meanders around your house, looking to see if you’re home- only to see the head of a Giratina popping out from beyond your fence

Let’s just say he hops the fence. No hesitation- he has to see it up close

And there you are! Standing next to this ginormous beast like it’s no big deal as it leans it’s head down and waits for more head pats. Which you gladly give it!

Raihan lens: ___’s sexy meter dramatically increases by 500%

Once Giratina notices him, the Pokémon immediately straightens it’s posture and tries to look as intimidating as it can. Which is a lot- but the threat goes down just a notch after you witness the giant being lovingly pet

Still, he keeps his distance and offers a sly grin when you turn around to see him

“And here I thought we were friends who didn’t keep secrets,” he says with his hands on his hips. “Never told me you had quite the beau traveling with you. Never even brought him out to battle me! I’m wounded.”

You roll your eyes as you gently pat Giratina’s chest, a subtle gesture to tell it that Raihan isn’t a threat. “It’s not fair to bring out Giratina. He’d disseminate your entire team and you know it.” Raihan risks taking a step, and when he sees that Giratina doesn’t rip his head off, he quickly prances up to your side and let’s himself observe the Pokémon up close.

“Also, that’s a lie. You’ve been keeping something from me,” you say, and Raihan raises an eyebrow at you. Was this it? Did you finally figure it out? “I’ve seen you around the nursery.”

Ah, that. His little secret project. Raihan’s shoulders relax as he chuckles. “I don’t think a little bit of breeding really compares to owning a Giratina.”

The Pokémon bristles at the word and isn’t afraid to stomp down in silent defiance- the single action enough to make the ground shake.

“Sorry. Be a companion of Giratina.”

“I would have brought him out sooner, but he’s a bit picky, as you can tell,” you smile up at your Pokémon, and Raihan openly stares until Giratina stomps it’s foot again and he discreetly looks away with a whistle.

“Well,” Raihan says. “I’ll let you play with my new shiny Pokémon when she hatches if you let me ogle at this absolute monster of a Pokémon. Or you could do a battle and let me watch. There’s lots I want to see.”

Your eyes sparkle at the idea of seeing his new baby Pokémon, as Raihan knew they would. You’re so cute. “Deal,” you nod.

Leon

Legendary Pokémon? Legendary Pokémon? Did someone say Legendary Pokémon?

He’s significantly worse at hiding his absolute thrill and excitement over seeing your Giratina than Raihan is.

Finding you at all was a treat. He had been wandering the wild area for a long, long while now- and the absolute luck he had to stumble across your camp was enough already.

But the fact that there was a docile Giratina there too? Snuggling into your pets?

He could die tomorrow and say that he’s lived a full, satisfactory life.

Except don’t do that he’ll want to call his mom and brother before he passes and THEN he’ll be ready to go

Leon is practically shaking in his boots from how excited he is as he approaches your camp. But he’s aware that you don’t know he’s here yet, so he introduces himself smoothly.

“Battle me”

Yes. Smooth. Very smooth

You turn around, halting your pets as you meet Leon’s eyes that are practically glowing

“...I’ll pass,” you raise an eyebrow at him with an amused smile. “But thanks for the offer to beat your ass.”

“That’s exactly why we have to battle!” He says, approaching your camp now with his hands gesturing wildly as he talks. Surprisingly, Giratina doesn’t seem to be defensive around him, but keeps a slitted eye on the champion as he paces in front of you. “You’re already a great trainer, as am I, and now you have a Pokémon that I’ve never even had the pleasure of seeing up close! If you and I battle it will be like nothing I’ve ever experienced- it would be like pure euphoria!”

He says that, but he already looks pretty euphoric at just the idea of it. You snort as he rambles- and keeps rambling as he tries to convince you to fight him- and eventually you make him stop as you reach out and grab his hand.

Then you pull him toward you, standing at your side next to Giratina’s giant body and you place his hand on the Pokémon’s chest.

“Would you like to actually interact with him instead? He doesn’t mind you.”

Okay now Leon is officially ready to die

For a man with a lot of words, he’s speechless as he slowly lets his fingers feel the tough skin and scales. Giratina grumbles low, making Leon hesitate and stutter as he looks at you- but you just smile at him. So he continues.

Amazing. Absolutely amazing Giratina is, and he tells you so, the stars never leaving his eyes as the night just gets better when Giratina leans it’s long neck down and sniffs the top of Leon’s head. He’s never felt his heart drop and then pick up again so fast like that before!

His little crush on you becomes a big, big crush after that. And the champion has a feeling that the legendary Pokémon knows it, too, with the way it’s looking at him when Leon talks to you. Or maybe it’s just his fantastical imagination. Who knows?

[gangrenados]

Hey I was wondering if you could do a Dick Grayson X Reader where they are keeping their relationship secret or as friends with benefits but then Jason or whoever walks in on them doing the nasty (only if you are comfortable with that) and they have to fess up to the team, please. I love ur writing so much.

Thank you!! I tried to make this as gender neutral as possible, so hope you liked it! 💕

After a rough day of fighting and training the night seemed nice, almost welcoming you to take a deserved rest. Everyone was fast asleep in their doorms, you could ear the luring sound of the tv in some of the youngers room,  but that didn't took away the peaceful atmosphere.

You hummed to ypurself as you cleaned the last dish, drying them in yu or pajama shorts. This was your turn to do the dinner and clean dishes, it was a boring task, but ether way you were happy to have some silence.

A loud yawn caught or attention,you turned your head to the side just to find out a sleepy Dick.  He engulfed you into his arms wihout saying a word as he support his head in the crook of your neck, giving you a kiss on the jaw. "Why are you still awake?" you asked him softly, he just shrugged off; rocking you sligtly.

"I can't sleep without you, I guess" he kissed your neck a few times, taking his time to create a hickey. You giggled at his actions, suddenly you task was forgotten as Dick hoarded all your attention.

"Really?" you said in disbelief. The way he swayed his hips against your ass telling you otherwise from his innocent confession. "Cuz it dosen't seem like it..."

He chuckled."I want you, now." Dick confessed; his voice hoarsed as his hands lowered down to your hips, attracting you more to him. You could feel his boner against your ass, one if his hands getting dangerously close to your core and you now the knowingly white hotness was washing over you.

"You're so needy..." you joked, sucking air between your teeth when Dick rubbed his hand in your clothed core.

He sucked and kissed your neck, you titled your head to the side leaving him more room to work on. You're were growing wetter as time passed." Fuck!" You moaned, grinding your ass more firmly against his crotch, making him groan.

Both of your minds were fogged by the pleasure, you just wanted to fuck, it didn't really mattered were. "Dick, don't stop..." you whimpered.

"love when you moan my name," he moaned in your ear." But I need you to keep it low."

"Yeah, you should consider doing that..."

Dick and you stopped right at away at the sound of the new voice." Shit!" Dick cursed under his breath at the sight of Jason, Gar and Rachel on the hallway.

Jason was the one who spoke, his face turned showing a grimaced expression as the other two tried their best to not look at you or Dick, Gar couldn't bring himself to turn around.

"Heyy! What are doing up so late?" You said, trying to play it off the uncomfortable situation you were caught. Maybe pretending to be innocent could take you out of this...

"We were gonna play Call of Duty...the internet runs better at midnight." Gar answered awkwardly.

"You know; if you wanted to hook up, if you wanted to hook up that's totally fine, but dude don't do it in the kitchen. We eat there-" Jason tried to speak, but was suddenly silenced by Rachel who clamped a hand in his mouth.

She smiled at you two, trying to be polite, but she was as disturbed as the guys." We're going to sleep, okay? Bye."

When the youngers left there was still the awkwardness floating in the air. None of you said nothing during a couple of minutes, processing what happened and thinking about how bad it might been for them.

Dick sighed, leaning in the kitchen counter. You could tell by his stiff posture that he was ashamed; finding out the person who you sense as a "paternal figure" in that way? He didn't even know what to think.

"Well, that wasn't very sexy..." he joked, fixing the hem of his shirt. You laughed humorlessly at his joke, running a hand through you hair.

•••

You last night fun left you thinking all night, leaving you turned into a doubtful mess as you looked at the grey rooftop.

"Maybe they deserved to know the truth, that may help with the fiasco of last night." You thought, not really sure about it. However, that was your final decision.

Breakfast was silent, all of them emerged in their own thoughts with the occasional comment on the show that was playing in the background.

Gar, Jason nor Rachel made eye contact with you or Dick; you were sure they still had fresh the memory of last night and that gave you courage to speak up.

"I have something to say," all of your teammates looked at you." Dick and I are dating."

"Well, that explains a lot..." Rachel muttered before taking a sip from her coffee, making Gar to hit her slightly with his elbow." What? It's true..." she mumbled at him and Gar just shook his head.

Tag list: @nervousfandom @c0-77 @la-femme-lupita

[oikawasass]

tagging @bokunokangae​ cause she was up my ass about it <3

sunkissed.

‣ pairing : midoriya x fem reader.

‣ songfic drabble. 

‣ song : sunkissed - khai dreams.

‣ synopsis : honey-golden mornings.

‣ wordcount : 582

‣ warnings : none.

⋆｡˚ So slowly a sunlit dream pulls me out of sleep, feel the morning through the blinds.

feeling the bright, golden sun begin to beam down onto his warm freckled skin, midoriya’s deep green eyes slowly fluttered open, being met with the soft rays of honey-coloured sunlight that peeked through the small cracks of his blinds.

with a small yawn, he rubbed at his eyes, cheeks still puffy from freshly waking up. the boy went to sit up and stretch out his arms, stopping quickly when he suddenly remembered the small figure clinging to his side.

⋆｡˚ I get to thinking bout your sunkissed face, and a quiet place where I could give you all my time.

izuku turned his head to the left, tilting his head down a bit to look down at his abdomen, and there she was.

her right cheek was squished up again his chest, lips puffed out in a small pout. the sun beamed perfectly onto her face, causing her to gently squint her eyes and hide her face against her boyfriend's chest to block out the light.

the golden rays of light kissed her skin perfectly, highlighting every beautiful feature of her face midoriya had found himself so incredibly in love with.

⋆｡˚ cuz' you're so lovely, you're so lovely. I can't help but fall for you.

izuku leaned down, pressing a few light kisses to her forehead to wake her up. (name) groaned quietly in response, only further hiding her face into the boy's chest. he found himself chuckling softly at her.

“wake up, sleepyhead.” he spoke softly, pushing some stray strands of her (colour) hair off of her forehead. “you’ve gotta go before aizawa sees.”

(name) groaned once more, turning onto her back and rubbing at her eyes. she stretched her arms lightly and sat up along with midoriya.

“what time ‘s it..?” she asked through a yawn.

“little after seven.” he answered.

⋆｡˚ love when you love me,

the girl nodded her head, tiredly wrapping her arms around his neck and practically hanging off him in a weak hug.

“don’t wanna get uuuup.” she whined, tilting her head up to place a quick kiss on his cheek. “wanna stay here with youuu.”

izuku smiled softly, kissing her forehead once more before she pulled away to stand up out of his bed, throwing on one of his hoodies she’d claimed as hers. she stretched again, rubbing her eyes once more with his baggy, warm hoodie sleeves.

“i’ll see you in the common for breakfast in a little bit, alright?” he said, adjusting his posture and finally stretching his arms now that she was no longer clinging to his side. (name) nodded, yawning once more and blowing her boyfriend a quick kiss before walking to his door.

“see you in a bit babe.” she said quietly, still rather tired from waking up. turning the knob and opening the door, she walked out, closing it with a small click behind her.

midoriya smiled to himself, staring at the door for a moment before turning his head to look at the spot in his bed she’d been laying a few moments prior.

these were the highlights of his mornings, the thing that gave him that extra boost of confidence, and put him in a good enough mood to set him on track for a successful day.

he was grateful she gave him that kind of motivation.

he was grateful for her.

⋆｡˚ it’s so lovely loving you.

[lifebeginsbyleaving]

Mama Mia Scotts A Peace Pimp

Hey ya!!! So this is my last entry for @sterek-bingo I've had such a great time and I'm so glad I did this!!! So all the love to the admins over yonder 💜💜💜 I hope to see you all well when sterek week rolls around. Also the biggest of thank yous and the mostest loves to @halevetica Girl you know how important you are to me. I wouldn’t have even dreamed of attempting this if it wasn’t for you. So, *strums guitar* I love you bitch. Thank you for your endless support in my shenanigans (Like shlongshire, naming this mama mia scotts a peace pimp, and my endless unnecessary backstory that stresses both of us out.) and for brainstorming with me well past two in the morning multiple times. Oh and also for your help wrangling Brian, god that asshole. She also made this amazing mood board for me ahhhhh!!!! She is so amazing an talented I love her. You should check her out!!! She writes 1000x better than me, so you will not regret it if you like sterek. Anyway, this is around 10,000 words. 

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Derek could feel himself losing his patience. He got it already. Fairies were tricky. Don't offend them. Don't accept gifts from them. He got it, they all got it, hell they had it ten minutes into his half hour rant. But Stiles went on and on.

"Don't accept anything. Anything at all. Pay attention to wording. And, for the love of God, don't-"

Derek's patience snapped. "Eat anything, we know."

Scott went to move in front of Stiles, but Stiles put an arm across him. Derek puffed out his chest unconsciously.

They had been so territorial and snippy with each other lately both packs were sick of it. Especially Stiles, though. These last few months had been filled with uncooperative alpha instinct bullshit. It was the last thing they needed right now while dealing with fairies, beings that were known for being cutthroat at exploiting weaknesses to kill entire packs if they so wished it. Stiles hated being in the middle of it, but as Scott's emissary he needed to keep the peace between packs.

"Would you quit it you two. You're both pretty. And petty."

Scott protested, "You're just trying to explain everything. Why does he have to be like that? You don't even have to help their pack, but you are. He should be thankful."

Derek tried to ignore how that grated on him. Scott, unconsciously, had been referring more and more to Stiles as being his and separating them from Derek and his pack. He supposed he had been doing it as well, but he couldn't help it. Still, it didn't escape his notice that he had been pushing everyone from Scott's pack to be separate except Stiles. Deaton had warned them two alphas sharing a territory would be hard, but they could do it if they were determined. He also said some things about compromise and not challenging each other, but that wasn't as memorable. "Stiles is your emissary, not your beta. And he certainly isn't anyone's bitch. He can help whoever he wants without you."

Stiles gave him the murder face and once again, with greater difficulty, stopped Scott from going forward. "Both of you need to chill the fuck out or I'm leaving both of your furry asses and taking your packs with me."

They quickly snapped their mouths shut because they knew he could and would. Their posture slumped.

Stiles looked pleased. "Good. Now shut the fuck up if you don't want to die. These fairies aren't like the tooth fairy, and they sure as hell ain't Tinkerbell. They can and will kill you given the chance. Do not give them the chance. Watch your words and mind your manners. It is easy to offend a fairy, so don't. I don't care if you're non verbal through it."

Liam spoke up from the couch, "I don't see why we have to sit here for this. Only the pack alphas, Derek's first beta, and you, cuz you're Scott's emissary, are allowed to go."

"So you know for the future."

Issac spoke from where he was at Derek's side, "But why would they be so hostile towards us? We have that treaty thing with them. They couldn't hurt us without breaking that."

Stiles groaned and looked at Derek. "You see, this." He shoved a hand out towards Issac. "This is why I repeat myself. We don't have shit with them. Derek's mom saved the fairy queen. Her and her pack had the treaty. It's Derek pack now, hence the moot point you just made. Some things like a life debt or a blood oath can be passed through the generations, but not a treaty. Not when the terms or people involved change. Believe me, I do not want to be doing this any more than you do, but it's important. I found their fairy ring and Deaton said they would know I found it. He also said it would be akin to an open declaration of war if we ignored it. Apparently they're touchy about being snubbed and want to be introduced. Which shouldn't be a shock, they're touchy about everything. Now, the options are say hello to the fairies on our land, don't offend them, and hopefully sign a new treaty, or get the fuck out of Beacon Hills and hope they don't hunt us down. Should we put it to a vote?" He asked sarcastically.

Lydia looked analytical. "So is there something we can do to please them?"

Stiles gave her a flat look. "Other than not doing and doing all the things I've told you about for the last half hour? No, not really. Die, maybe."

Derek crossed his arms. "What do we actually need to know?"

Stiles gave him an annoyed look. "I'll start at the beginning."

There was a loud chorus of groans.

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Stiles was glad the pack was out of his hair. He had stayed behind to help Derek clean up and was relieved to have finally shooed out Scott after both alphas had apologized. For all their bickering, at the end of the day they were friends. Even if their wolves wanted to tear the other to shreds. Stiles folded another blanket as Derek walked back out from the kitchen.

"That could've gone better. Can you help me wi-" Stiles' words were cut off as Derek hadn't stopped in front of him, but had continued right into his space. Derek wrapped an arm around his waist and quickly pulled him closer. He pulled him into a forceful kiss and Stiles was caught off guard.

Once Stiles recovered from the shock he tried to slow him down. He finally was able to pull back and ask, "Okay, what was that for?"

Derek only tried to kiss him again, but Stiles pulled back to look into his eyes. Derek huffed. "Mine." It sounded like it was barely able to be growled out.

Stiles smirked. "What's got you all gruff, sourwolf?"

Derek only reacted by sniffing deeply to smell Stiles' satisfaction. It was one of his favorites, despite how he hated seeing it on his face when they were arguing. Stiles smiled and tilted his head to the side slightly. Derek rumbled out his approval and dove into the offered space. He kissed and licked at his neck till he felt Stiles' light laugh bubble up. He pulled back and looked inquisitive.

"I bet you don't even know you're half shifted right now."

Derek immediately shifted back as if to prove his point. Stiles leaned forward with a smile and kissed him. "It's okay. You know I think it's kinda hot."

Derek kissed him again and the harshness was gone, but it was still insistent. Right before he spoke, Stiles wiggled his eyebrows at him. "I bet you were listening to Scott. I bet you only waited one second after he was out of earshot to come in here and kiss me. I bet yo-"

Derek cut him off again, but this time he added a nip to his lip to curb his snark. "Kiss me. Shut up."

Well, who was he to refuse such a polite request. Stiles wrapped his arms around his neck. Derek harshly grabbed his hips and leaned into him.

"Okay, are you going to tell me what's got you like this?"

"He said you don't have to help their pack. He said it like you're separate from us."

Stiles sighed and looked down. "I am separate Derek. I am, and always will be, in Scott's pack. I wish I could choose both of you, but if I can't, I choose him. Scott's my brother. I can't turn my back on him, not when he's always had mine. So until we figure out a way to work it out, I'm in his pack." Stiles looked up guiltily even though he'd done nothing wrong.

Derek rested their foreheads together. "He's your family. I get it. I do, anyway. The wild in me just wants you to myself though. It wants to take care of you myself. To keep you safe myself. To have you in my pack. To love you. It wants you to be mine." Derek's eyes flashed red. "Mine. I want you. I want you to share a pack with me. I want you with my pack. I want you with me."

Stiles gripped the back of his neck harder. "I am with you. I'm here. We are together."

It pained Derek how much that wasn't true. They had been dating for over six months and both packs were in the dark. He hated having to lie, but Stiles said it was for the best and in the end he agreed. He didn't want to start a pack war over Stiles with Scott. Mostly because he knew it would kill Stiles for him to have caused it. So they both agreed they'd get the alpha instinct pissing contest over with first and then tell everyone. Derek smiled at him. "You're right. You being here is enough."

Looking at Derek's insincere face rolled Stiles' stomach. "Don't be like that. Don't smile at me if you don't mean it. Don't say shit you don't believe. Me just being here isn't fucking enough." Stiles looked as sad as Derek felt. "I want to be able to stay with you. I don't want to sneak around with you. I don't want to have to make up stupid emissary shit that Scott believes because I'm a bridge between packs so he doesn't get all territorial with me sharing info with you. Or any other bullshit Deaton says. I want to belong in Scott's pack, but I also want to belong with you and yours." Stiles scratched at the hair on the back of Derek's neck.

"Fine. I hate this. I hate that we can't tell anybody. I hate that I don't get to scream it from the rooftops that you're my boyfriend. I hate that we can only go on dates in the preserve, so no one recognizes us. I hate that Scott gets more of your time. I hate that you see Scott at all, even though I know that's not really me talking and that I don't. I hate that you don't smell like me. I hate that once you walk out that door you aren't mine anymore. I hate that more than anything. God, I hate that."

Stiles kissed him softly and after kept his eyes closed with their foreheads together. "So show me tonight. Make me yours. Make me forget I have to walk out that door. Right here, right now I am yours. Make me want to wake up everyday yours. Make me crave you Derek. Make me need you. Make me yours sourwolf."

Derek's hands moved from his hips to his ass and he yanked him up and he immediately wrapped his legs around him with a smile.

"Are you going to carry me to your bed?"

Derek growled out around fangs, "I'm going to fuck you into my bed."

A thrill raced through Stiles and he leaned forward to kiss him as Derek walked him to his room. "Atta boy."

---

Derek woke up knowing the bed was empty, but a soft smile curled on to his face hearing the movement in the room around him. He squinted against the light coming through the curtains and turned over. He faced Stiles who was moving around the room to get changed. "Good morning sunshine."

Stiles looked at him and his face mirrored Derek's smile. "Mornin yourself hot stuff."

Derek grinned and patted the bed. "Come here."

Stiles obliged and leaned hand down on the bed to give him a good morning kiss. "Your breath is terrible."

"Yours is minty fresh."

Stiles flashed his gleaming teeth and picked his shirt off the ground. Derek always appreciated the lithe beauty of his mole dotted skin, but Stiles covered in the marks he left the night before would always be his favorite. Derek looked up and Stiles had caught his staring in the mirror. "I think you missed a spot."

Derek tossed the sheet aside and got up despite the slight chill. He slid behind Stiles and put a hand around his waist. "Oh sorry, did I? Can't have that."

Stiles' head lulled to the side unconsciously. "We really can't. That's the only spot people look at really. That one tiny uncovered part of my neck."

Derek smiled and started kissing his shoulder then worked his way up. Stiles carded his hand into Derek's hair.

Derek seemed satisfied. "Did I make you forget?"

"Forget what?" He seemed distracted.

"That you have to walk out that door."

Derek saw his grin in the mirror they both faced. "Baby, you made me forget I could walk at all last night."

Derek tried to smile back at him, but he couldn't muster it. Not when he hadn't gotten the answer he had wanted.

Stiles moved away to continue getting ready. Derek leaned against the dresser.

"Alright, I better head out. I'll see you in a couple hours for the meeting with the fairies." Stiles kissed him. He was almost out the door when he turned around. "Oh, I almost forgot!" He went to Derek's night stand and grabbed his bracelet. He put it on and instantly the scent of them together was everywhere in the room except on Stiles. He waved his hands a few times and let a few sparks go. The marks on his neck and undoubtedly everywhere else started to fade.

Derek's wolf howled like it had been burned. He looked away from the vanishing marks. Tears threatened to gather in his eyes. His voice was thick as he softly said, "I don't think you know how much that hurts."

Stiles turned around concerned. "How much what hurts?"

Derek gestured to his neck. "It's like you rejecting everything we did last night. It's like you regret it. My wolf thinks that you are deciding to leave me for good every time."

Derek could see the disheartened look in his eyes, but he still tried for humor. "Well, what about you? Leaning against that dresser all sleep ruffled and naked. It's practically a crime. Nay, a sin. You shouldn't be able to look that hot. How could I reject you when you stand there practically begging for someone to make sure you don't get cold or lonely. I don't know if I can leave you like that. All naked and hot."

Derek let out a huff. He muttered, "Is that all it would take?" He looked up. "I'll never put in pants again if you stay."

Hurt flashed briefly on Stiles' face and Derek instantly felt guilty. He walked over to him. "Hey, no I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say that like it's your fault. It's not up to you, and it sure as hell isn't up to me. I get that we can't do anything about it right now, it just frustrates me. I didn't mean to guilt you. I'm sorry."

Stiles folded into his arms. "I know. I hate it too."

Derek kissed him. "You should go."

Stiles nodded. "I'll see you in a bit."

Derek nodded bittersweetly.

---

"This is it? This is just twigs."

"Issac, what did I say? Watch your mouth. Besides, you can't see how amazing it looks."

Derek looked over to his wonder filled eyes. "But you can, can't you?"

They all turned to Stiles. "Yes. Ground fairy wings sprinkled into my eyes allows me to see through their illusions. I didn't want to be fooled by pretty faces as well as mellifluous words."

"Damn, that's hella metal." Issac tilted his head in consideration while Scott looked disgusted. Derek looked impressed.

"Whatever, just listen. Their spring moon festival will be going on so hopefully we can blend in with all the other royalty and dignitaries they met. And also they should be in high spirits. Ground rules. No eating, I do most of the talking, but don't ignore words directed at you, no insulting, no dancing, stay close, no gifts or favors, and-" Stiles pointed a finger in between Scott and Derek. "Absolutely no alpha macho fighting."

They looked offended but agreeable.

Stiles turned to the gate. "Now, follow me."

---

The tall intimidating ethereal being that towered over them steepled their hands. "I have given you much to discuss. We will leave you to make your decision. This room is warded against all prying eyes, no one will listen to you here." The king's impressive guard and extensive council readied themselves to leave.

All four of them let out a breath of relief at having a moment to themselves after nearly three hours of talks.

As they filed out a female voice spoke, "Father?"

Stiles caught the easy smile that took over their face. "Yes, my petal?"

She locked eyes with Issac even as he desperately tried to send help signals out to Stiles and Derek. "I want to dance with that one."

Issac locked pleading puppy eyes with Stiles.

Stiles stepped forward slightly. "I think we are all too tired, your grace. He would probably step on her toes more than anything." Stiles tried for the easy humor and high spirits they had been sharing all night.

They clearly missed the king. Their eyes went sharp and demeanor cold. "You wouldn't allow my daughter to dance the night with your beta?"

Issac and Derek both went to speak, but Stiles cut them off. "He may dance with her for one dance. Any more would be too high an honor." Stiles turned to Issac with a look.

Issac opened his mouth, but seemed to think better if it. He simply bowed his head to the king and princess.

"Very well. Come petal. Come boy."

Issac left with one final traumatized look over his shoulder. Stiles nodded calmly and confidently to him and Isaac looked slightly calmer.

As soon as they shut the door Derek exploded. "What the fuck Stiles! What happened to no dancing and stay close?! Issac is bad with this kind of thing and you just let him go? Do you just not give a shit about him, huh!?"

Stiles was about to placate him when Scott jumped in. "He's doing the best he can. Besides, he has no obligation to watch out for you. You're not h-"

Derek interrupted through clenched teeth, "His pack. Believe me, I know."

"Can we focus children? Issac will be fine as long as he listened to me. Besides, a refusal of the fairy king's prized daughter would've ended in death for all of us. They could come back any moment and demand an answer. And I don't know about you, but I don't trust our odds about getting back to the portal through that literal army of ancient ruthless beings. So stow your crap and let's get this figured out."

They grumbled but complied.

"Good. Okay, so we know their claim on the eastern woods is complete bull, and we can get out of it easily. But what are we doing about the claim hierarchy? If both of you die or are unable to lead they want to take control of the territory. Which is something that shouldn't happen, but we don't have a way out of it, not really."

"Is that what they were saying? I thought they were talking about pack kids. With all that legacy shit. Also where's the queen? What happened there?" Scott looked thoughtful. "So, what do we do?"

"We can't agree to that. It would paint a target on your backs if they ever wanted to take over and that's all they would have to do. Also, I swear to god Scott, if you bring up the queen I'll cut your balls off. If he wanted us to know he would've told us, he could kill us if she died and it's a sore spot. Now, back to business. We can leverage their spot where they are right now, I think. It takes a lot of time and energy to built a fairy circle as powerful as that one, they won't want to just pack up and leave it. Even if the land they're on is now back to your ownership. So, I say we leverage their current part of the woods for the claim hierarchy they want. Sure, what we offer them is what they have, but they don't have to put in the effort and sacrifices again to build another circle."

Derek furrowed his brows. "You said time does not concern fae and that they are willing to put in the effort. Don't you think they would just forcefully take more land and make a new circle?"

Stiles looked considering. "No. I think most of this is just to size us up. I don't think they want more than what they have right now or they would've taken it by now. The king looked more playful than aggressive, which isn't to say that couldn't change."

They went back and forth debating possible terms and conditions for several minutes.

"Yes, but the northern preserve is Hale territory indisputably. Given that, I think we're in agreement. What about th-"

The doors slammed open with a loud bang and their heads snapped up.

Issac had his hands still outstretched and his chest was heaving. They took in his appearance. He was absolutely covered head to toe in at least an inch of glitter, his hair was wild and there were twigs woven into the strands. He was wearing a long robe also covered in glitter and falling off one side. Most disturbing there was what looked almost like a dead rat that fell off his shoulder, but Stiles knew it wasn't quite a rat. There was a desperation and terror in his eyes as he spoke, "Guys! I think I just got engaged!?"

The doors slammed back closed. Scott's face looked confused. Derek's eyebrows were high in shock. Stiles just closed his eyes and tilted his head down to let out a deep sigh while pinching the bridge of his nose.

Stiles didn't even look up before he began to speak, "Issac. I thought I was pretty clear, don't accept anything from them. I'm pretty sure a freakin marriage proposal qualifies as anything!" He looked at Issac disappointed, but not surprised.

The distressed beta walked closer to his alpha for comfort. "I didn't! I promise!"

Scott still looked confused. "I thought you were going to dance?"

"We did! But then they started shoving me into this robe and covered me with glitter and put branches in my hair. I thought it was just a party thing, but no one else got a dead rat so I got concerned. I asked what's going on and they told me I'm engaged to marry princess Annalise! I can't get married! I don't even have a credit card yet!"

Derek put a hand on his beta's neck to soothe him. "Calm down. We'll figure this out." He looked to Stiles.

"Oh, don't look at me. Your dumbass beta did this. You get him out of it, big guy."

Derek gave him a flat look.

Issac looked over at him desperately. "Stiles I know we don't always get along, but please. I am literally begging you, I cannot marry her." He looked white as a sheet when he leaned forward to murmur, "When she smiles you can see bug legs in her teeth."

Scott's face scrunched up. "Gross."

Stiles grinned. "And you can't even see her true form. That'll give you nightmares come wedding night." Issac whimpered.

"Stiles." Derek raised an eyebrow. Stiles huffed and crossed his arms. Derek simply raised it higher. Stiles rolled his eyes. Derek raised the other one and looked expectant. Stiles squinted at him. Derek kept both brows up as he tilted his head towards Issac.

Stiles huffed and threw out his arms. "Oh, my, god, fine! I'll think of something."

Scott piped up. "Wait, would you have to stay here if you married her?"

Derek sighed. "Well, she certainly isn't going to become a PTA mom."

Stiles huffed. "Issac, explain. Everything. From the beginning. Don't leave anything out."

"We were just dancing and not talking like you said, then they grabbed me and started doing all this weird stuff to me." He shook some of the glitter off and a twig fell from his hair.

Stiles looked confused. "You didn't talk at all?"

"No. Nothing. Other than when she asked to dance."

Stiles closed his eyes breathed through his nose heavily. "Yeah, and what exactly did she ask you?" He squinted at him and pursed his lips while nodding waiting for the answer.

He seemed insistent for the first part. "She just asked..." His eyes widened. "For my hand."

Stiles turned away from him to face Derek and Scott. He threw an arm behind him to the general area of Issac. "This! Is why you listen to Stiles! This! Is why you appreciate Stiles and listen to him! This! Is why Stiles is always right and you listen to him. This! Is why when there's a clan of fairies about to declare war on you if you don't meet them you show up to the fucking pack meeting ready to mother fuckin-"

Scott and Derek chorused with Stiles. "Listen to Stiles." "Listen to Stiles." "Listen to Stiles."

"Exactly!"

"If it helps, I'm sorry for not listening."

"If it helps, I'm only moderately considering wishing her well on training you to listen to her and hoping she likes scarves."

The door opened, this time much more calmly and less violently. "The king would request to see at least one of their mortal guests. If not the groom, then the emissary."

Issac made a choked off noise and looked wildly at Stiles before opening his mouth just to be interrupted.

"I think our discussion has concluded. We will all join the king to finalize their treaty terms."

The two guards filed out into the hall. Scott followed them and Derek motioned for Issac to do so as he fell into step with Stiles at the back. They had a bit of space between them.

"Have you thought of something yet?" Derek whispered.

They both kept their eyes forward. "I'm working on it."

"Well, work faster. You know what I'll do to you if you don't get my beta out of this." It was said with harshness in case someone was listening, but after he finished he looked over with a raised brow and smirk. Stiles resolutely looked forward and shut everything else out to focus.

The no sex treatment was brutal.

Stiles' mind raced with ideas on how to get them out of this. He thought about all he knew about fairies and couldn't think of anything about how to get out of a marriage proposal. There were so many stories, but none that didn't end in death. There had been one thing about a fairy and a human truly falling in love, but the groom made his bride dance until she died. Definitely not the solution, no matter how much he didn't get along with Issac some of the times, he was still a good friend. Stiles and him had grown closer even despite the occasional ribbing or friction.

They came up on the dance hall and were guided through the bustling floor to the king's harvest table. Annalise immediately went to Isaac's side with a sharp toothed smile.

Stiles thought about all the different fae he'd read about and their rules. Somehow he didn't think spilling some salt would help here. He tried to remember everything he'd read, but there was so much and somehow he couldn't think of anything. Stiles began to feel frustrated as he had to tune out the three of them talking with the king trying to buy him some time. Deaton had showed and told him so much, why was it so hard to get them out of this! He had a story or book about everything. About lore, about fae folk, about how Talia dealt with them and got her peace treaty. He made it sound like a movie. Talia sounded like a great hero to him. Stiles was next to tears as he thought about how much better at this she would be.

Wait...

Stiles remembered a lore book about how, if a person saved a fairy child, that person could dictate what that fairy child did. Most used them for an I'll advised marriage, or slave. Both never ended well. They would just have to be careful to make it seem like they aren't wronging them. Talia had gotten her peace treaty because she had saved the life of the fairy queen. The fae hated owing or being in someone's debt so they penned the treaty. If Stiles gently mentioned that the king's daughters would never have been born if not for Derek's mother. They would owe Derek for them. In that same book he learned that blood oaths and life debts were passed down, even if treaties weren't.  Stiles smiled as a plan took root. He would mention the life debt and that that Derek could claim to dictate Annalise's life as well as her sisters'. They would say very carefully that they wished her nothing but happiness in a marriage to a fae to continue the line of great rulers. Perfect!

The king was speaking, seemingly agitated. "You speak in circles more like fae than humans. Enough. Why can't you marry my beautiful daughter Annalise?" They demanded and let just a little of their glamour fade to reveal their horrific face. The once glittering beautiful wings turned to a pitch black with twisted roots digging into and fixing them to their back.

Stiles was ready to jump in and save the day. "I would lik-"

Issac blurted and full volume, "Because I'm already married!"

Stiles craned his neck to look at him with an incredulous look. Scott looked bewildered and Derek just swore under his breath.

The king looked disbelieving. "Really?"

All four of them looked at each other as hopelessly lost and fucked as they felt.

They were in an unfamiliar place with a literal supernatural army between the four of them and the door. There was no way they could fight their way out, and his last plan was shot now, when they had to get him out of this lie first. Stiles figured he might as well roll with it.

"To me." His words came out just as Derek's did. "To me."

Stiles and Derek caught each others eye.

Stiles cleared his throat and gathered himself. Derek knew from the set of Stiles' shoulders he wasn't going to like what came next. He walked up between Derek and Issac and grabbed each of their hands. "To us." Stiles gripped their hands as harshly as he could for getting them into this before letting up.

A ripple of chatter erupted from the king's table, but the dance hall around them continued the festivities.

The king narrowed their eyes before motioning for a servant to come forward. They whispered into his ear and the servant left. "We will see."

Stiles swallowed harshly and Derek squeezed his hand.

The servant hurried back in with what seemed to be a crystal vial of a shimmering light blue liquid. The king tilted their head back and the servant put a few drops in each eye. The king blinked before focusing intently on the three of them.

Stiles had his eyes narrowed in confusion before they widened. "You're using fairy wings."

The king focused on Stiles. "Don't sound so appalled boy. Did you think we didn't know you used some as well to see our true forms?" They smiled. "Fairy wings have many magical properties, but most notably their use for sight magic. Mix the right ingredients in and you can see just about anything. For example: myrrh, basil, and valerian root."

"And what are you using those ingredients for?" Scott inquired.

"If one knows how to look, you can see a sort of line, a link one might say, between people. You can see what ties bind people. I believe wolves think a pack bond is something intangible by everything except instinct, but they are wrong. There is nothing magic cannot see or touch with the right entity wielding it. No matter how one tries to his or conceal it, it is always set free with patience. Ah ha, there you are."

They all took in a breath and held it as they looked in-between them. They looked puzzled for several moments. They tilted their head and made an inquisitive noise. Their council began to murmur and that seemed to distract them.

"Oh. Most interesting." They turned to their daughter. "My poor sweet Lise, the wedding is unfortunately off."

They let out a relieved, if not confused, breath.

Scott spoke, "Wait, what?!"

The king turned to Scott with a predatory grin. "You. You are quite the enigma. True, we had wondered how two alphas were possibly keeping the peace sharing a territory, but this? This was unexpected. A true alpha arranging a marriage between his emissary and greatest friend to his rival alpha and also his rival alpha's first beta? Unexpected, but well played." The king looked like they were appraising a clever chess game. "I am curious how you knew that an emissary building a relationship with a different alpha can quell instinct and unite packs?"

Scott gaped at him.

Stiles let go of Derek and Isaac's hands to wave his around. "Wait. What?"

The king turned to him with furrowed brows. "You did not know? Hm, I would have thought you would have been the one to figure it out. Clever human must not be as clever as I thought. Yes, he used you. But with how strong those bonds are I would say it did not work out entirely disadvantageous for you, did it?"

Stiles didn't know how to respond as Scott gave him a, 'What the fuck?!' face. Stiles sent back a, 'Just go with it!' face. "I would say not."

"Well, now that the nuptials are halted, should we continue our negotiation?" The king settled back against their chair.

Stiles quickly gathered himself yet again. "As the emissary representative of both packs I put forth the same treaty you and Talia Hale had. She gave you favorable terms and we are willing to do the same. You stay here and live on our territory peacefully in exchange for protection against things. You can draw from the nemeton without dealing with the things it draws. You stay on your side of the circle and we will keep our side there. We find it agreeable that instead of involving you in the care of our territory through a claim hierarchy, you keep your portal here. It would take a great deal of effort and sacrifice to move your circle closer in order to defend and manage Beacon and the nemeton, if it were ever to come down to a claim. It is better for all parties if we manage our territory and you manage yours. Agreeable?"

The king held his chin up by resting it on three of his fingers. "And if we want more?"

"If you wanted more then you'd try to take it. Are you?"

The king spoke aloof. "And if we did try to take your land?"

Stiles' eyes went hard and cold. "We'd protect it."

Scott looked to Stiles nervously after his risky answer.

The king grinned. "Good. No sense in having a treaty with packs that won't protect their land or us." He turned to Derek. "Your mother would approve of this one. He reminds me of her. His voice never wavered, exactly like hers. But do not be concerned with your strength little human." They looked at Stiles with an almost paternal interest. "Her hands shook just like your as well."

Stiles gaped, awed at how the king had seen right through him. He wondered what ingredients he had used for that one, or if it just came with a long life. Derek looked down at Stiles' shaking fist and reached out to hold it. Isaac saw it and after momentary hesitation mirrored it.

They laughed and then inclined their head toward their hands. "You know, it is intriguing to watch you mortals run in circles. You have such short lives so you dare not waste time looking to the past to learn from it, but we fae live long enough to see you as what you really are. Rats. Forever spinning on a wheel. Fun to play with and good pets, but ultimately you end where you started."

Everyone looked confused and they all looked to Stiles then, but he was just as confused.

"True, everyone in her pack looked to her just as you all look to the emissary, but that-" They once again motioned to Derek and Stiles' hands. "That was what your father did when he noticed her trembling. He didn't take over, he didn't talk over her. He supported her and trusted that she could handle it. Round and round you go, living the same lives in different bodies. He may have an edge to his voice like she had, but I see the same steadfast faith your father had for your mother in your eyes. You carry it for the emissary. The same relationships in different people. You bore me. Give me one good reason I should let you leave here alive. Especially when the fae could do so much more with the land."

Derek knew the fae could sense the fear coming off each of them.

Stiles spoke with conviction, "Does the juniberry flower get less beautiful with each passing season that they bloom? Is every peaceful ruler boring because there have been so many before it? Is a trick any less fun because you've already pulled it? You cannot deem us less worthy of life because we live it with the same burning love of those before us, the same beauty, the same compassion, the same embrace of frivolity. Repetition, while in our nature, isn't its entirety. Humans are known for their growth. Fae are born with magic and always have been. Humans learned to harness and use it. We grew with it, we invent and change it. There will always be humans fighting to love, to discover, to live, to be happy, to destroy, to hate, to do so many things good and bad. You call that fight not as important while you sit on a throne built by fae who did all the same things. The fact that you are immortal does not exclude you from the truth that you are also a part of the circle. Here you are again making another treaty. We are not two forces, we are one. But if you would like to divide us in two, pit us against each other in a way that would cost both sides lives, you are not breaking the circle. You are completing it. There has always been war, there has always been peace."

The king smiled. "And what would you have me do?"

"Do not attempt to break the circle. Appreciate it. Slow down and realize there have been before me, there will be after me, and I am being now. Make peace when possible, and war when it is not. Create when you can, but also destroy when it is necessary. Love your family, hate your enemies. But most prudent, know the difference between friend and foe, and have the wisdom to act accordingly. That his my advice, take it or leave it." Stiles bowed his head slightly while all three boys looked at him awed.

The king looked impressed. "You have moved my opinion and taught me, that is no small feat. Consider the treaty done according to your stated terms. Will you accept this favor from us?"

Scott and Derek went to jump in, but Stiles held up a hand. "We will accept no favors, but we accept the treaty."

The king nodded approvingly. "You are the clever human. Well done. Not many survive a fairy court. Much less on that was intent on killing them eventually from the moment they walked in. Consider the treaty in effect. This will probably be the last time you hear from us. That is, unless you need a favor."

"We'll see about that one."

The king motioned to the guard.

Stiles bowed and the other three followed suit. "It has been an honor."

The king bowed back. "Likewise emissary." The king nodded to the other three. "You as well." He looked to a guard who then began to lead them out. As they left fae talked and pointed at Stiles as they walked out.

They made their way back through the halls and to the circle.

"Well, we're not ones to over stay our welcome." Stiles nervously laughed. Upon seeing the fairy's unchanging face he nervously shoved Issac through the circle. "Best be going." Derek stepped through and they both followed.

---

As soon as they stepped back into the, now dark, woods they spoke hysterically, "Stiles, what the fuck!?" "What the ever loving hell Issac!" "Oh my god guys we made it! Hallelujah." Derek remained quiet.

Stiles turned to Issac. "Hallelujah. Hallelujah?! Like I want the one that got your ass out of there?"

Scott looked absolutely shell shocked. "Stiles? What the fuck?!"

Stiles looked back through the circle and saw the impassive guard still there. He gave a tiny wave. "Not here guys. Let's get back home."

"But yo-"

Stiles grabbed his arm. "Not. Here."

They walked in silence back to their cars.

"Let's talk at the loft. If my phone is right it's been over eight hours. Our packs will be worried."

Derek nodded. Scott jumped into the Jeep. Stiles followed him and started it. Issac watched them turn around then drive away before whirling on Derek. "What the hell? Why did the fairies think we had a bond?"

"Get in. It's going to take a little bit."

Derek started from the beginning and explained how Stiles and him had been in a relationship for over six months, how Stiles didn't want to betray Scott and his pack, and how the packs absolutely could not know, under any circumstances.

Issac understood quickly and they were on the road to the loft.

---

"Wait, you guys got the treaty signed, but somehow Issac almost got married off and then he did. But to Derek and Stiles? Now I'm kinda sad I didn't get to go. His little sad puppy face would've been hilarious." Jackson snorted.

Erica crossed her arms. "If you would have gone they would've taken one look at your cold conniving heart and made you stay because they thought you were one of them."

Lydia high-fived her and Jackson flipped both of them off.

Malia looked confused. "Did you actually all get married?"

Stiles sighed. "No matter how many times a different person asks, no. No, we did not get married."

Thankfully he got Scott to the loft without answering anything, but now it was him against both packs, who had been waiting for them together.

"Why isn't my brother here yet? Check your spouse bond. You can telepathically speak to your spouse if you're a werewolf. Ask him."

Stiles was so sick of them. "Cora, you absolutely cannot telepathically speak to your spouse if you are a werewolf. For Christ sake, you are the only born wolf here! You know that, stop being a dick."

She snickered.

Erica decided to join in. "Go on Stiles, check your spouse bond." Boyd cracked a small smile beside her.

"There is no such thing as a spouse bond!" He sounded manic.

"So you are married?" Allison played dumb.

"I swear to fucking Christ I will murder you all!"

As he screamed that Derek and Issac walked in with hesitant and fearful faces. "Bad time?"

"Perfect. Get in here and tell them we didn't all just get married."

"We didn't?" Issac looked relieved. "Oh thank fuck. I mean, you guys are better than Annalise, but no thanks. I thought with that bond shit he did he married us."

Jackson and Cora snorted.

Derek's pack walked up to him and checked to see if they were alright. "And just where the hell have you been? Stilinski drives recklessly, but he's not that much of a speed demon." Cora crossed her arms.

"Had to make a stop." Derek gruffly replied.

No one believed it.

Lydia finally piped up after having an analytical look on her face for awhile. "Wait, but how did the king see the bonds? He would've had to have seen something in order to believe you guys. Fairies hate lying. He must've believed you. What did he see?"

Issac looked at Stiles and Derek's panicked faces and thought about how much Derek had stressed their relationship remain a secret. His wolf howled for him to quickly defend and protect his alpha. He anxiously tried to think, but there were to many people staring expectantly. "I'm fucking Stiles!" He blurted.

Everyone's faces went wide with open shock, especially Stiles'.

Both packs instantaneously hurled questions. They overlapped and drown each other out with their volume.

"Everybody stop!" Stiles commanded.

There was silence.

"And here I was thinking Isaac was a bottom." Jackson snarked.

At least eight, "So did I."s were heard.

Isaac's cheeks flamed.

Stiles rolled his eyes. "He is a bottom. But thats no-"

The questions came from everyone except Issac who looked embarrassed and Derek who looked reserved.

"Everybody shut up! I'm not fucking Isaac!"

There was confused silence.

"Yes you are!" Isaac replied petulantly.

The shouting began once again.

Derek burst and finally roared at them while showing his eyes and teeth. They stopped. He grabbed Stiles' wrist and began yanking him behind himself. "We need to talk."

Scott instantly moved closer. "Whoa, whoa. Just because he's dating your beta doesn't mean you can shove him around! I get that you don't like it, but you don't see me pushing Isaac somewhere to give him the shovel talk."

Derek just growled threateningly.

Scott was about to respond when Stiles got in-between them. "Hey, hey, stop. No. Bad dogs. No fighting over the Stiles. Scott, just let me talk to him. I can handle this."

Scott opened his mouth.

"Remember what we just learned about trusting Stiles?" Stiles raised his eyebrows.

Scott closed his mouth and backed off.

Derek continued dragging Stiles up to his room. As the door shut behind them, Stiles was grateful for the soundproofing. "Thank God. I hav-"

Derek harshly clawed off Stiles' bracket without tearing his skin.

"Dude! What the hell!"

Derek didn't respond he just slammed Stiles against the wall and shoved his head into his neck.

"I repeat, dude, what the hell!?"

Derek licked a wide stripe up his neck. "Mine." He licked another stripe up the other side. "Mine."

"Okay, do you mind explaining? Because I'm starting to feel like a milkbone."

Derek teased the sensitive skin of his neck between his fangs. "He said we all had bonds."

"Yeah?"

Derek pulled back and looked calmer, but sad. "He saw bonds between all three of us, not just me and you. And then Isaac said that, so I thought-"

"You thought Isaac and I?"

Derek nodded to confirm. "I thought you were fucking him too. I needed to know, to smell that you were just mine."

Stiles shoved him back and off of him. Derek's eyes flashed hurt, but Stiles' held anger. "Fuck off!" He shoved his chest again. "Fuck off if you think I would ever do that to you. And especially fuck you for implying all we do is fuck. Derek, I love you. Fuck you for thinking that." Stiles' voice broke as he said the last sentence. Tears started to fall from his eyes. "God, fuck you so much."

Stiles went closer to the door and Derek quickly followed. He grabbed Stiles' arm. "Hey, hey. No. No baby, please. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. It's just, shit, we can't tell anybody, you never smell like me, you use spells so I don't smell like you, we can't even go on dates. I'm going out of my mind here. We are so much more than fuck buddies, that isn't what I meant. I just want you to be mine. Hell, that's all I've wanted for the longest time. I just want you." Stiles turned back to him and Derek leaned their foreheads together. "I just want you. I love you."

Stiles closed his eyes and another tear raced down his cheek. They stood there together for a moment.

"Don't lose me thinking you already lost me. Because I swear to god Derek if you ever accuse me of cheating again, I'll shove wolfsbane so far up your ass you'll have to pick it out of your teeth. I love you so much it hurts my heart knowing you thought that about me. I could, and would, never cheat on you. You hear me Derek Hale? Never." Stiles looked deep into his eyes with glossy ones. "You're it for me. God, you are. You're the person I want to wake up beside and not have to leave covering up your marks. Hell, I don't want to leave our bed at all. I don't want to ever have to leave you. It tears me up inside."

Derek kissed him and Stiles kissed back ferociously, like he had to leave the second their lips parted. Stiles pulled back for air, but clung onto his neck desperately.

"What are we going to do?"

Stiles wiped his eyes and then  smirked. "I've got a plan."

"I'm going to hate this."

"You're going to love this."

"I have hated literally every single one of your plans since day one."

Stiles drew circles in the hair on the back of Derek's head with his finger tips. He smiled. "You didn't hate the one with the picnic and the strawberries with chocolate sauce and the-"

"Okay, I liked that one."

"You didn't absolutely hate your birthday with the-"

"Yes, I did like that one."

"What about two weeks ago with the woods and th-"

"Alright fine, your sex plans are perfect. Is this a sex plan? I would like to stress that this is the only time I'll say this, please say no."

"No, it is not a sex plan."

"Oh good. Then I probably will hate it."

Stiles grabbed his hand and laced their fingers together to pull him along. "Let's find out."

"Wait, wait! You're not wearing your bracelet."

"I don't need it."

Derek's eyebrows furrowed. "Have you finally learned how to block your scent?"

"No. Thanks for rubbing it in. I just don't need it." Stiles once again turned to the door and he stopped him.

"If you walk out there, they'll know. Scott, your pack. I can't do that to you. No matter how much this hurts, I can't do that because I know how much it would hurt you."

Stiles smiled softly and kissed him. "I love you for that. But it's okay."

Derek started to shake his head, but Stiles put a hand on his cheek. Stiles grinned. "It's okay. Trust Stiles." He pecked his lips and looked at him expectantly.

Derek nodded his head and Stiles' stroked his cheek with his thumb. "Perfect. Now, follow my lead, and when the moment is right you better sweep me off my feet, Hale."

"How am I supposed to know which moment you're talking about?"

"Trust me, you'll know when it's the moment."

Derek's eyes went emotional and his hand gripped Stiles' tighter. "Every moment with you is the moment Stiles."

Stiles rolled his eyes and kissed him, then pulled him to the door. Right as he reached for the doorknob he hesitated.

"What?"

"Next Friday is half off milkshake day at Sassy's. You'll order curly fries too. And I will eat half of them while you pretend not to notice. I want a proper out in public diner date. I'll meet you there at seven. Don't you dare be late, sourwolf."

Derek was over the moon. "Don't you dare be late. We both know I'm going to be there twenty minutes early nervously organizing the sugar packets and wondering if I put on enough cologne. Next Sunday I want to have breakfast with your dad. Don't you dare embarrass me."

"Perfect. And you know I will, but it won't matter because you've already won him over."

Derek held onto his hand like a life line. "Perfect."

Stiles let go and marched down the stairs. Derek followed.

They all quieted, but heard the last thing uttered. "You don't think he'd kill him for fucking Isaac, do you?"

"I'm not fucking Isaac, Alli."

"You ar-" Derek silenced Isaac by lifting a hand up. Isaac looked at him questioningly.

Derek shook his head. "Isaac is not fucking Stiles."

Stiles piped up, "Derek is fucking Stiles."

Everyone was stunned silent.

Derek's face was still not giving anything away. "And sometimes Stiles is fucking Derek."

Isaac let out a relieved breath. "Oh thank God that's over. Erica asked me what your face looks like when you come."

Derek shot her a dirty look and she stuck out her tongue. "Now I'll just ask you."

Everyone's shock faded at once, other than Scott who remained stunned. Loud, 'I told you,'s and, 'You owe me,'s exploded.

"For the love of fuck, shut up!" Stiles screamed.

Everyone looked at him.

"Thank you."

Scott finally caught up. "Wait. What!?"

Stiles turned to his gaping face. "Now Scott, I would like for you to bless the Hale alpha and I. Officially, that is. It's a little too late otherwise. Been there, done him multiple times."

Scott still looked confused. "Wait, like the fae king said? No! I don't want to use you like that! I'm not going to pimp you out for peace!"

Stiles rolled his eyes. "Scotty, keep up. Me and Derek bone like bunnies, we're in a relationship. I want to stare at his stupid face multiple hours of the day for the foreseeable future."

Scott looked like his brain broke.

Stiles huffed. "Oh for the love of God. I love him!"

Scott's face melted into a sappy grin. "Bro really?"

"Yeah, really."

Scott looked over to Derek who had a flat face. He sighed. "I love him too."

Scott turned back to face Stiles. "Broooo!"

Stiles grinned and looked down. "I know."

Scott seemed to get serious. "Okay, I give you to him."

Stiles pinched his brow. "You're not giving me over like I'm the last dinner roll on Thanksgiving dinner. You're giving your agreement and blessing to our relationship."

"Okay. I bless you."

"What are you, the pope?" Jackson snarked.

Scott's shoulders went up in a shrug. "Well, sorry! I don't know how to do this! I'm fine with it okay! You have my blessing."

Erica turned to Stiles. "You're good to go the next time you sneeze."

Derek pinched the bridge of his nose.

Stiles furrowed his brow in concentration. Derek put an arm on his shoulder. "What is is?"

"It should've worked."

"What should've worked?"

Lydia spoke, "You were hoping that if Scott blessed your relationship, you could bridge the two packs like the king said. You were hoping to make them one."

"But it didn't work. Maybe, Scott are you really not okay with it?"

Scott looked defensive and confused. "What? No. I'm so super okay with this! It's not me. I just want you to be happy. I know Derek is a good guy. It has to be something else. Stiles are you okay with it?"

Stiles looked defensive and snippy. "Of course I'm okay with it! I'm the one that wanted this! I am so beyond okay with this! I'm actually out of this universe okay with this! Derek are you okay with this?"

Derek looked like it was obvious and crossed his arms at the stupidity of the question. "Yes." He turned to Isaac sarcastically. "Are you okay with this? Husband ours?"

Isaac answered genuinely, "Yeah, of course."

Stiles crossed his arms back at Derek. He started to pace. "Okay, that should've worked. Why didn't work? The king said I could be the bridge to the packs, but why didn't it work? Do I need to do it with Isaac too? No, that doesn't make sense, it should work with just Derek. Maybe I have to actually marry him. No, in magical matters usually intent matters more than the actual contract. I intend to be with him. I intend to unite the packs..." Stiles looked up and stopped pacing. "Maybe its not about my intent. Or Derek's, or Scott's. You can't force a wolf to accept a pack. They have to choose it. I'm supposed to be the bridge, but you all still have to walk across it. You all have to choose to join each other. If I'm uniting packs, I kinda need packs permission. Are you guys okay with it?"

Four, 'Yeah!'s were heard and one, 'Hell yeah!' sounded. Cora looked at Stiles with squinted eyes. "Don't break him Stilinski."

They all turned to Jackson. He huffed and turned to Derek. "If Stilinski comes over at midnight to watch The Notebook with Lydia and he wakes me up with his blubberin, it's your ass I'm gonna paralyze."

They looked to Erica. "You all know I'm going to say yes. Especially with all the work batman put into trying to get the packs to get along."

Derek and Scott looked confused.

"Oh come on, we all know Scott is clueless, but you didn't know Derek? Lydia and I have standing nail appointments together ever since he took her on a day I just "happened" to be going. Jackson and him help Isaac with his complicated social worker law shit on Thursdays, which I have no idea what kind of magic he uses for that. Somehow, god knows how, he found out Boyd used to go deer hunting with his dad, and now he goes with Malia. That's just some of the shit he's done. Hell, he put together a training session without you guys about how to deescalate alphas challenging each other."

Cora piped up, "Oh come on Derek, you haven't smelled Isaac coming home on Fridays?"

He didn't want to mention that the spell Stiles used to get rid of his scent on Derek also kept him from smelling Stiles sometimes.

She continued, "He reeks of the sheriff and Stilinski. The sheriff all but adopted Isaac after hearing his sob story. He goes over there every week. Stiles is the main reason he's even surviving college. He wanted to get close to your beta, so he put all the fighting behind them. Well, most of the fighting." She shrugged.

Scott and Derek looked at Stiles. "Oh, don't give me that. The packs needed a lot of work, forgive me for wanting a head start. I wanted for them to at least be friends by the time you two got your heads out of your asses. Side note Derek, the bond between Isaac and I the king saw was probably the new friend thing we've got going on and the bond I was trying to forge to bridge everyone. That paired with how close you and Isaac are he probably couldn't tell the difference. Sight magic is hard, especially if there's a block. Like my bracelet or the spells I use on you. It probably muddled our relationships to each other enough." He turned to Erica. "Also, that wasn't a yes."

She rolled her eyes. "Oh for godsake, yes, you can be my new daddy Stiles. Scott too."

Just like the latch clicking behind you when you get home, they all felt the new pack bond slide into place like it was always waiting to.

Scott whispered awed and joyful, "Did we all just become one big awesome pack?"

Derek pulled Stiles' body to himself and dipped Stiles with a passionate kiss.

The pack hollered around them and Derek pulled him back up. "That was the moment, wasn't it?"

Stiles smiled at him. "Every moment is the moment with you, big guy."