#no one asked you to do that with a hair tie

[amazinglyashy]

hello!! can I request fluff reactions of the boys to mc craving something to eat in the middle of the night?

thank youu have a good day 🥰

I'm laughing because you asked this like it would be the most off the cuff situation, when literally every single one of these men canonly have an awful sleep schedule and nighttime habits. Like, there is absolutely nothing weird about this at all except the fact that you're awake when they're awake.

LaDS men when you crave something to eat in the middle of the night -

Zayne -

In all honestly, he was just now getting home from a shift at Akso hospital, so it takes him just a few moments to register why the situation in front of him was abnormal.

He can't help it, he's usually coming home in the early evening, not at three in the morning.

So when he sees you sitting at the counter, snacking on something, he simply sets his stuff down near the door and removes his tie, before coming over to give you a peck on the cheek in greeting.

He's made it halfway to the bathroom, yawning wide and telling himself to get some good sleep tonight- well, technically this morning- wait… morning…? What on earth were you doing up-

He's back in the kitchen in a second, with your eyes flickering back to him in an innocent question, confused as to why he's looking at you so bewildered.

'Why', is the only thing that comes out of his mouth, and when you finally process what he means by that, you can't help but give him a chuckle and a smile, still eating whatever you had gotten from the fridge or cupboard.

"I was hungry."

Not even going to question why you acted on your impulses to eat at three in morning. He'll just sigh, and tell you to make sure you get to bed soon for the sake of your health and mood tomorrow. Gives you one more kiss before heading off to get ready for bed himself.

Sylus -

He's probably just getting up.

So when he starts to rise and notices you lying awake, he's going to be confused, hoping to himself that you didn't have some freakish nightmare, especially not any possibly involving your past experiences with him-

No.

Turns out, you're currently trying to make yourself go back to sleep, despite wanting something warm to eat, but also not wanting to cook.

He's going to find it terribly endearing, letting out a little snicker and making you blush at his reaction, his hand carding through your hair as he leans down over you.

"I think you're forgetting something, kitten. I wake up around this time- meaning, I need to have something for breakfast before working on anything. You do know you can ask the chef to make you something right now, right sweetie?"

He won't say it, but you can tell he's so pleased to be eating with you, even though he knows you'll be heading off to bed right after, it's a nice change of pace for him. He's more than happy to have your company, no matter the odd hour.

Rafayel -

He's finally ready to kick himself into going to bed, but the moment he opens the bedroom door, he runs into you.

At first, he's worried.

Secondly, he's miffed that you got up to come and harrass him into coming to bed again.

Thirdly, he's extra miffed that none of the previous answers are true, but you're actually just hungry.

He's seen the way you snack, he knows you're not just making something up. And he can't exactly let you go back to bed hungry so-

That's how he ended up making a late night dish rather than finally heading to bed.

Any protests to him cooking fell on deaf ears. He's having none of that. He can tell you're still sleepy, and since he hasn't wound down yet, he isn't. So he's more than happy to cook for you.

Definitely wasn't hungry himself, definitely didn't forget to have dinner, no sir-

He'll sit and eat with you, asking if you had any interesting dreams, before making up scenarios that may have occurred involving food monsters and treat fairies.

He's not trying to hear that beautiful sound that is your laugh. Not at all. He's trying even less hard to make the meal last longer, just so that he can spend a little bit more time with you-

Xavier -

He probably saw you on his own way to get a snack, in all honesty.

You two just have to share a look, contemplating the situation, before the both of you begin to grin, realizing what the other is awake doing.

He offers to walk you around the block to the corner shop that's open 24hrs, so that the two of you can get some junk food or spicy microwave noodles to have together.

If you don't want to go anywhere, he'll either go himself or order delivery from somewhere that's open all hours so that you guys don't need to cook. He doesn't want to put out a fire for his attempts this late at night, and you either don't feel like it, or you're not the best at it yourself.

(You're still better than him though.)

Whenever the two of you end up getting your food, you sit together on the couch, legs folded over one another as you tangle together to watch an episode of something you've been binging.

You'll both wake up completely different though- having fallen asleep together on the couch after finishing your food, and ending up snuggled closely, a bundle of warm blankets and pajamas mixed with the relaxing sensation of the other's breathing.

Thank goodness today was the both of your day off...

[reshinless]

hi!!! i hope ur doing well>< can u do kinich with a shy s/o but get reaaally freaky in bed?

art creds: @ sumi_noth on x

warnings: p in v sex, anal penetration, afab!reader (no specified gender), consent king kinich, freaky ass reader, handcuff usage, blindfold usage, dirty talk kind of, but mostly praise, oral(?, eating you out),

he didn't expect your interests to be... different from your actions, or at least in public. your shy grasps on his arm if ever you were anxious, or the habit of standing in front of you to intimidate

or the flushed expression that danced across your cheeks when he complimented you. it could be the arm that grasped your waist when he knew you were uncomfortable.

well, whatever it was, it was cute in its own way.

but looking at you and comparing to then—are you really the same person...? maybe you have a secret twin!

"n- nngh! kin— pleasef- I wan' it s'bad!" you whined, feeling him strike your insides for the umpteenth time. he really didn't mind but he could see how shaky your legs were.

"y'sure? you're trembling, baby." "mmn, need more, please?"

he simply tilted his head, you looked tired. he doesn't care too much about himself since his stamina sustains for very long. but yours didn't.

he swore this little thing of yours lasted a week each month. always telling him how bad you needed him with those pleading eyes. he couldn't say no, that'd be mean!

"whatever you want, sweetheart."

he'd give you the world if possible, but he cares for your safety, so he does end up not going through with your feralness in bed. no matter how cute your whining and begging might be- he doesn't want to take advantage of the fact that you want all of him more than just seven rounds.

one time you asked him to cuff you to the bed, and he asked more than just five times. you.. want him to use his elemental skill to tie you to the bed post? is that really safe?

well, he wouldn't complain too much, pulling on the vine line like a leash if he just decided on cuffing them behind you, or grasping your hair while you take him from behind.

as long as you're okay with it ('till he notices you're visibly tired). he learns to know your limits as well, no more how freaky you are. cause he isn't with you for the sake of sex, but for you yourself.

these moments with you were just a bonus. and in which he very much treasured. oh well, back to the blurb of him slamming you from behind.

he likes positions where he sees your face better. the one he usually sees hiding in the strands of your hair, or in the softness of your palms. he promises he doesn't have a corruption kink or whatever but damn he loved the way your expression would distort to something so naughty. fuck, he needed this as much as you did.

the sounds he long sought after for back when you both weren't even together yet, he didn't want to admit- but he did fantasize this. how the lewd mewls would spill like a river from the beauty and softness of your mouth.

he couldn't help but groan right into the shell of your ear. instinctively his mouth moves, to praise you of course.

"doin' s'fuckin well for me sweetheart, just keep taking me in like that yeah?"

you could feel yourself clench at the very end of his sentence. fuck you didn't know praise could feel this good, his movements matched with the quick, lusty grunts he let out.

even when he placed the blindfold onto your pretty head. he missed your pretty eyes, the way they'd look at him with a pleading look. he could barely see how your eyebrows furrowed.

that's alright, he liked how you seemed so vulnerable, not knowing where to place your hands, and you can't predict what he'd do, or where his touch would land next (which was your entrance)

placing his lips onto the soft folds, licking you up and down with tease. hearing you moan and sob, asking him to stop edging and get to the point, but he doesn't really like when you're being a little bratty.

"take what i give you, or i'll leave you like this, 'kay?"

and you couldn't do anything but nod. his cold words sent shivers down your spine, combined with the kitty licks to your clit, the coldness of his ungloved palms that spread your legs apart, squeezing them every now and then.

really loves the way you taste though, loves how addicting it can get. you're the only drug he'd ever take.

once he's done "punishing" you, he goes right back to being the sloppy eater he is. his mouth basically attached itself to your soppy entrance.

doesn't matter if you're cumming or not—he laps everything up like a homeless man who's got food for the first time in forever.

he doesn't know what it is- maybe it's the scent, or is it truly the taste? maybe it could be the way it looks? or maybe how it feels? he doesn't get why he wants your essence so bad, but whatever magic it has he hopes it'll last him lifetimes (or at least last you a good orgasm)

overall is just "whatever you want, my love" and makes sure you get the best out of it! :)

[robo-writing]

okay, what about you wanting to try something new with logan and he gets all excited and then you pull out a piece of cloth to blindfold him:

"Be a good boy and let me put this on you."

Logan's jaw clenched, clearly wrestling with giving up control. But after a long moment, he gave a sharp nod. "Fine. But if I don't like it, the blindfold comes off."

"Deal." You reached up to tie the silk around his eyes, making sure it was secure but not too tight. "How's that feel?"

"Weird," he grunted. You could see his muscles were tense, on edge from the vulnerability of being blindfolded.

"Relax honey," you soothed, running your hands over his broad shoulders. "I'm going to make you feel so good." You started slowly unbuttoning his flannel shirt, purposefully dragging it out to build anticipation.

The lack of sight sends the rest of his senses into overdrive, his mutations attempt to compensate for his lost vision. While his senses were already heightened, the lack of one makes the other four that much more enhanced.

It works in your favor, he thinks, gives you more power over him. He can’t see it, but he can feel the confidence that bleeds from your touch, how your fingers become bolder by the second. They carve a path in their wake—cradling his chin, scratching at the dark hair that decorates his chest—teasing him. Testing him.

He feels his self-control waning by the second, a sharp intake of breath when your wandering hands find themselves against his stomach, toned abs flexing under your palm.

Your laughter is sonorous. A soft little giggle that has him pushing up against you on pure instinct alone, desperation rising inside him. He wants to touch you, kiss you, hold you—but your instructions were clear, and despite what his body’s telling him he wants to trust you more than he wants to pin you to the mattress.

“How do you feel?” You ask, and he can’t help the gasp that escapes when your lips meet his Adam’s apple. He can feel the smile upon them, and he lets out an airy laugh in return.

���Good,” he answers. “Didn’t think it would.”

“See what happens when you trust me?” You say, breath fanning across his neck. “And we didn’t even get to the fun part.”

[hoe4hotchner]

Hey can you do more of Aaron x non bau rich fem!reader. Like maybe with jack

ANON!!!! I’m just out here living my rich stepmom life now, okay? Jack is so cute!!!! I swear I’m weak for domestic Hotch | WC: 423

Inside the living room, you sat on the floor, surrounded by colorful art supplies, while Jack busily worked on his latest school project. The grand space, often reserved for elegant soirées and refined gatherings, had been transformed into a cozy art studio for the day, with large sheets of paper spread out, and markers and paint scattered everywhere.

Jack, his little face scrunched in concentration, held up his creation for you to see. “What do you think?” he asked eagerly, showing off a drawing of what appeared to be a dragon, flying over a castle that looked suspiciously like your home.

You smiled warmly, leaning closer to inspect the details. “It’s perfect, Jack! I love how fierce the dragon looks. You’re getting really good at this. I'm sure your teacher will be impressed with your skills and give you a gold star for the fairy tale topic!” you praised, reaching out to ruffle his hair affectionately.

Jack beamed at your words. “I think Dad’s going to like it, too,” he said, glancing toward the doorway where Hotch had been watching the two of you quietly, his expression soft.

Aaron’s voice cut through the gentle ambiance. “I’m sure I will,” he said, walking into the room and joining you on the floor. His suit jacket was off, and his tie loosened for the first time all day, but he looked relaxed.

“Dad, look! I made the dragon like the one from the book you read to me last night,” Jack explained, already diving into another story about his creation.

You exchanged a fond look with Aaron, who smiled at the scene. This — these simple moments — they were everything to him. “I think we have a true artist on our hands,” Aaron said, his hand gently resting on your shoulder as he sat down beside you, his eyes were full of affection for the both of you.

You grinned, pulling Jack into a little side hug. “I’d say so. I think we'll need more wall space for all of his masterpieces though,” you teased, already scouting which painting you'd have to take down. It made Jack giggle.

Aaron chuckled softly too, his arm slipping around your waist as he looked between the two people he cared for most. It wasn’t the opulence of the mansion or the high-profile life that mattered to him — it was the warmth of the family you had created, the quiet joy of being together, and the love that effortlessly filled the room every time you were together.

[novvabee]

And They Were Roommates pt.7

Summary: this one is pretty short and sweet, but Y/N makes the boys friendship bracelets.

“What colors do you want?” you ask Sirius who is sitting on the other side of the couch, picking out beads and charms that he likes. You were making little bracelets for you and the girls when Sirius walked in the living room and asked what you were up to. He cozied up next to you and watched as you intricately wove and knotted a pink, white, and green bracelet for Lily. Once you were finished he sweetly asked for one, and you of course agreed.

“Do you have red and black?” he asked, still sifting through the little charms.

“Of course,” you replied, “I also have this silvery color I think you’d like.” You lifted the string of the shimmery silver so he could see. His face lit up and he nodded. You cut three equal length strings in the colors he wanted and began tying knots.

He handed you three charms that he wanted: a star, a red guitar, and cherries. You couldn’t explain it, but those charms just made sense on a Sirius bracelet. 

He hovered over you, watching intently, sitting close enough to rest his chin on your shoulder. You enjoyed this small, quiet moment with Sirius. You felt like you didn’t get them often, but when they happen, it leaves you with a warm feeling all over.

“Could you teach me how to make one?” he asked.

“Yeah,” you replied, “just grab some colors and copy me.” you turned to face him, legs criss-crossed, knees touching his. 

“Ok, just go slow.” he said.

You smiled and showed him the basic knots and loops he had to copy, at a much slower pace, making sure your work was on clear display for him to follow. “See you make a ‘4’ with the strings, and make sure it is tight so that you can see the pattern,” you explained, “and then you move to the next string.”

“W-wait, slow down.” he laughed.

“Keep up, slow poke.” you laughed back. In all fairness, he did try, but somewhere along the way it all went wrong. 

The bracelet, if you could call it that, turned into some sort of knotted ball, strings hanging loose. You bit your lip and turned away to stop from laughing.

“Don’t you dare laugh.” he said, this just made you hide your face in your hands to muffle the giggles coming out. “Stop it! I tried so hard!” he said, fake pouting. 

“Oh it’s lovely Siri,” you laughed, holding out your wrist for him to tie it to. It looked like something a cat would play with, but you were genuinely proud of him for trying. He grabbed ahold of your wrist and secured it, a goofy smile cut across his face. You loved to see it, loved that he was comfortable to be silly around you, himself around you.

“Ok, ok my turn.” you say to him. He closed his eyes and held out his wrist, the same way you did. You tied the bracelet around his wrist, knotting it to make sure he could take it off when he wanted. “Ok look!”

He opened his eyes. His smile grew and he looked quite pleased. “I love it.” he said, eyes not moving from the strings. There it was again, that warm little feeling. "You gotta tie it tighter so it wont come off." you nodded and tightened it. You thought surely he would take it off soon after you put it on, but maybe you thought wrong.

You heard footsteps make their way downstairs. You looked up seeing Remus, still in pajamas and hair a bit messy. 

“Morning sunshine.” Sirius shot at him. Remus yawned and made his way over to the pair of you. It wasn’t irregular for him to sleep in so late, usually allowing himself a day of rest once a month, you figured it was because he always stayed up so late and he was trying to fix his sleep schedule.

“Hi Remmy,” you greeted him.

“What are you two up to?” he asked, voice groggy and deep.

“We are making bracelets, Y/N is teaching me.” Sirius said, holding his wrist up for Remus to see.

Remus took Sirius’s hand and held it close, examining your work. He smiled at you. “Fine craftsmanship, I see,” he said jokingly.

“Would you like one? I can make one for you as well.” you asked. It would not take long at all, you had made hundreds before.

He nodded. “Course I would like one, love.”

You beamed up at him, clapping your hands eagerly. “Pick out the colors and charms you’d like.” you ordered him.

He chose green, brown, and a yellowy tan color. The colors much like the sweaters he often wears. He picked out a singular charm, a crescent moon, and the letters spelling out ‘moony’.

“Moony?” you asked. He was now sitting on the armchair, sitting sideways, long legs dangling over the arm’s edge. 

He chuckled, supplying you with a short, “It’s a nickname.”

“But why-” you were interrupted with the front door opening and James swooping in, always the tornado. He was out of breath and sweaty, just coming back from a jog.

“Hello! I need to shower- Ah Remus nice to see you’re finally awake, anyways after that I want to make dinner-Chicken and pasta alright?” he asked, so fast paced and chaotic, the way he always was. He stopped in his tracks when he saw what you were doing, coming to the back of the couch and looking over. “What is that?” he asked.

“A bracelet, I made one for Sirius and now one for Remus. Sirius made me one too, which I love and am very proud of.” you held up your arm for James to see the yarn ball dangling halfway on your wrist. James and Remus both burst into laughter, Sirius chuckling along with them. 

“Well that's not fair,” James said, “if you are making friendship bracelets, I want one too.”

You giggled at the slight childishness of that statement, but  replied, “Fine, you pick out some colors and charms too.”

James picked red, yellow, and white for his colors and two tiny gold charms; a sun and a lightning bolt. The sun made sense for him, he was always the light and warmth within the house, bright and happy. The lightning bolt however…

“Why the lightning bolt?” you asked, straining your neck all the way back to look at him above the couch.

He smiled down at you and shrugged. “No clue, I just think it’s cool.”

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[kryannoy]

playing with his hair

genre: fluff

warnings: again, fictional!! no idea how he's actually like

a/n: this is literally just my personal preference of his hair turned into story mode. i will not shut up about his 2024 hairstyle, especially that half tied hair TT

You always love your boyfriend's, Sitetampo's long hair.

The primary reason he kept his long hair was to hide his face. He's shy, you know that. But the hair suits him so well.

Especially his bleached hair with his natural hair colour peeking out from the roots.

And your favorite hairstyle of his is his half tied up hair. Gosh, he looks so gorgeous and handsome yet pretty and cute!

If he doesn't tie it up, you would take this opportunity to play with his hair—either you really want to play around and try different hairstyles on him or you just want to see the eye candy of his hair half tied up.

You'd do his hair sometimes while he plays video games and when some hair is tickling his face, he has a force of habit of brushing it off with both of his hands, giving it a little shake too, and you'd get mad at him for ruining your hairstyle. He didn't mean to, he didn't realize it.

He'd apologize immediately :(

Then, his head would stay as still as possible. Even having to sacrifice his arms by bringing up his phone to his eye level to keep his head straight so you can do his hair no problem.

The first time you asked permission to play with his hair, he felt awkward because he thought you were gonna judge it and ask when is he ever gonna cut off that long hair of his.

But when you played around so happily, he felt guilty for doubting you.

However, when you tied it up into two pigtails that time, he laughed at his new look but he hated it. So much so he banned you from playing with his hair for about a few months or so.

He missed it tho :(

The feeling of your fingers combing his hair but he really didn't want to see himself in pigtails again >:(

So, he'd nuzzle his head into yours, throwing hints at you to touch his hair again. And when you subconsciously scratch his scalp like he's some cat, he's celebrating for his success on the inside but he can't hide that smirk of his.

You'd once again able to play with his hair BUT he warned you to not make pigtails again.

Somehow, he's fine with silly little hair ties around his hair, but just not pigtails.

Also, one time you tied up half of his hair—just the way you like it—but this time with braids on the sides and GOD, he was so gorgeous and looked so ethereal you had to take pictures from every single angle.

[covenha]

Synopsis: seonghwa harnesses the power of manifestation to get himself a girlfriend. Pairings: Simp!seonghwa x fem! reader Genre: crack, fluff, just seonghwa being a silly goofy guy Warnings: witchcraft technically? astrology is also mentioned WC: 1577 a/n: another self-indulgent fic is done! wrote this after i finished an exam so read at your own risk. i might right more bonus blurbs for this but who knows. this is a piece of fiction so it does not reflect who the characters are irl. please read the warnings carefully! and as always, reblogs and feedback are very much appreciated 🫶

Simp!hwa had been content with silently pining over you. That is until one day he asked for a sign from the universe if he should confess. He was walking down the streets of his neighborhood while on his way to school with a little skip in his step, excited to see you. He was nearing Mrs. Nesbit’s house, an old lady with a splotchy memory but a kind heart. He stops to wave at her as she sways back and forth on the rocking chair on her porch. Then, as if she read his mind she goes, “Hurry up or you’ll miss it!”

Was this it? Was this the universe finally telling him to shoot his shot with you and confess his profound love for you? 

Well, the answer was no. Mrs. Nesbit was referring to the bus two blocks away ready to leave Seonghwa’s delusional ass behind. But it’s fine. He didn’t really care. All he really cared about was figuring out how to get you to fall in love with him so that you guys grow old together and live out your best lives with your two cats and moss ball babies. 

Now, Seonghwa knew that he had to approach this from a proactive standpoint. Sure, you and him have been friends since both of your awkward emo teen phases but he really wanted to cement in his chances with you. So he turned to the one place he knew he could get somewhat decent love advice from; Reddit. And with the wise words of Wefishyfishy98 he knew what he had to do. If he really wanted this he needed to use the power of manifestation. 

Simp!hwa wore your hair tie on his hand with pride. He read somewhere on twitter that girls liked to “mark their territory” with things like this and he grew weak at the knees thinking about you staking your claim on him. (Of course, in a completely normal and non-a/b/o kind of way.) I mean isn’t this such a boyfriend thing to do? He was clearly using the power of manifestation or whatever that fish guy said on Reddit. 

And this is why, when summer grew closer and the weather grew warmer, Seonghwa absolutely did not want to return it to you. 

“Hwa, C’mon it’s hot and I don’t want my hair sticking to my neck.” 

“Look, I can get you a new set of hair ties! Here, look at these cute ones I found on Etsy.” He tried to distract you with some cute kuromi hair ties he just found. Jongho is just silently observing the interaction between the both of you. 

You found it weird that he refused to give it to you even after you pestered him to but you decided to just give up and tough it out. And those ties on Etsy were kinda cute. 

“Fine. I guess the weather isn’t so bad today. What are you even doing on Etsy anyway?” you try to take a peak at whatever Seonghwa is looking up on his phone to which he quickly turns it off and puts it screen down on the table. 

“Nothing!” You seem a little taken aback by this. “Just… looking for plants for my… aquarium.”

“You mean your aquarium filled with moss balls… a plant. You want to get plants for your plants?” you blink at him. 

“Technically they’re algae.” Jongho butts in. 

“Right…. Well, at least you’re passionate about your moss balls?” you trail off. 

Seonghwa breathes a sigh of relief as Jongho nods on to you changing the topic to something about your mother’s extensive cacti collection. He opens up his phone again and clicks the order on his Etsy cart. 

“I hope this works.” He thinks to himself. 

That same night, Seonghwa started wracking his brain trying to think of something else that he could do that was “boyfriend coded”. And after much deliberation while staring at the ceiling, it finally hits him. She should be my lock screen! I mean nothing screams boyfriend like a cute candid picture as my lock screen. 

So, with this in mind, he scrounges through his gallery looking for a good photo of you to put as his lock screen. Then he spots the perfect candid of you in his living room sitting on the floor with lego pieces scattered all around the floor trying to assemble his lego death star with him. You aren’t looking at the camera, instead you look completely locked in on building the superweapon of the Empire with him. He stares at the image with a warm feeling spreading throughout his body. Without even realizing it he’s smiling like an idiot at his screen and he buries his head on his pillow and screams into it while kicking his feet on his mattress. 

That night he dreams of a distant future with you. One where he can call you his. Oh, and of course you can’t forget your two cats Lily and Bongo, and his ever growing collection of marimo balls.  

A week and a half later, he’s checking his phone every few minutes and then looking at the front door waiting to see if the delivery truck has arrived. Today was your birthday and the gift that he had bought you was running dangerously late. Which is why when he hears a truck nearing the property he all but zooms off the living room couch and to the front door. He accepts the package from the delivery man and quickly unboxes it. 

“It’s perfect.” he thought, smiling to himself as he delicately put it in a bag.

Later that day, as he walks you home just in time for you to have dinner with your family he surprises you with the gift. 

“Wha- Hwa? I thought we weren’t doing gifts this year?” you say as you accept the small paper bag from him. 

“Well, I say this and I just couldn’t not get it for you.” he just smiles at you shyly as you look at him, surprised at the gesture. 

“Now, I have to get you a gift worth two birthdays next year.” you joke. 

“You’re the best gift life has to offer.” he thinks. But he shakes his head, a dumb smile on his face. “Open it.” he motions to the gift. 

You open and find a couple kuromi hair ties, just as promised. But also, a jewelry box with a bracelet inside. It had a dainty gold chain and a baby pink stone in the middle. 

“Hwa, I love it.” you smile at him. “It’s so pretty.” you inspect the bracelet. 

“Here, let me put it on you.” he gets the bracelet from the box and clamps it around your wrist. He smiles at the sight of you wearing the bracelet. 

He unfortunately had to leave because it was getting dark and he had to feed his cat at home. But, he swears he feels something in the air that night. 

“Please work.” He mumbles to himself. 

In hindsight, what Seonghwa felt that fateful night was probably just pollen, because the very next day Seonghwa finds Jongho coming down with a bad case of allergy sniffles. The cafeteria is filled with the sounds of chattering from hungry sleep-deprived college students and Jongho’s sneezes. 

“So, did you finally give her that rose quartz bracelet you bought from that Etsy witch?” Seonghwa’s cheeks burn at his words. 

“Yea. It was a good time too. Venus was in mercury gatorade or something.” he mumbles while picking at the skin on his thumb. 

“Ahem.” You startle both boys with your presence. You raise your eyebrows at both of them and decide to end their misery of staring at you with their mouths open in shock. “What’s this about an Etsy witch?” 

“I do not recall saying Etsy witch.” Jongho mumbles quickly then packs up his things, muttering some excuse about buying a gatorade from the vending machine. Seonghwa just sits there, mouth agape, trying to stutter out some excuse but nothing coherent falls from his mouth. 

“Hwa, you know you didn’t have to summon the forces of magic and astrology to make me fall in love with you right? I kinda already am.” You blush as you admit your feelings for your best friend. 

Simp!hwa’s brain malfunctions hearing this. Heart pounding, mind racing. Did she just... Did she just say that? She likes me? Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh! I can’t believe this is happening. I’ve been waiting for this moment for what feels like forever. What now?! I didn’t actually think I would get this far. Shit what happens next. Do I shake her hand? No, that would be weird. Just say something, Seonghwa! Say something!

“Will you be my manifested girlfriend?” he asks in a dazed voice. This makes you giggle before you shake your head then decide to kiss him on the nose. “It’s about time.” 

Seonghwa wastes no time in going in for a kiss. It felt like fireworks were going off in the background (it was just Jongho having a massive sneezing fit). The moment was perfect. It was magical. You guys stare into each other’s eyes and it felt like all was right with the world. As the both of you pull away from the kiss, Jongho sits down at the table with a purple gatorade. 

“You know it's actually mercury retrograde, right?” 

[xinganhao]

film major mingyu is soooo >< !!!!!!! 🩷💗💞💓💗💞❣️💕♥️💕♥️💕💖💌💖💞💘💞❣️ loved it so much!!!!!!!

quick headcanons for film major!mingyu because i, too, am insane over him rn: ✿ it's super silly, he knows it is, but back when you were dating? mingyu got super shy about asking to take photos of you :( he had a thing about not wanting to disrupt your peace and so you might've even thought, 'oh, this man might not like me that much' because you rarely see him taking pics of you. only to find out, one day, that he has a little folder of otherwise mundane objects. your hair tie on a table. the wrapper of a chocolate bar. a receipt from when you went grocery shopping together. and so, so, so many snaps of when you're walking ahead of him. a whole collection of the bits and pieces of you that he doesn't want to forget, but didn't know how to reach for, either ✿ mentioned in the au that you introduced mingyu to his favorite romcom. i cannot definitively tell you what that film might be, BUT! i like to assume mingyu would be a scott pilgrim vs. the world (2010), my girl (1991) or the proposal (2009) truther. open for discussion (๑˘︶˘๑) ✿ mingyu's not very good with Words, but his memory is pretty sharp and he'll do anything & everything to have a lil fun with you. when the two of you get back together, one of the things he starts doing is leaving you ominous post-its with movies and specific time codes, prompting you to watch and find out what he wants to 'say.' maybe it's an hour into dirty dancing ("i'm scared of walking out of this room and never feeling the rest of my whole life the way i feel when i'm with you") or in the climax of pride and prejudice ("you have bewitched me, body and soul"). it may not be mingyu's words, per se, but he still means it. every time

[foodtruckery]

ive returned because your writing haunts me and i need to dig into your brain about combat baby idk how deeply youve thought about like. the whole extent of this au so if im asking about stuff that you dont want to focus on for it forgive me but im so curious how do things go down with bill?? like hes still an issue here do they just try the unicorn hair and stan scams his way through (and ford is so shocked and lowkey turned on impressed they bang after) or with everything else happening does ford (stupid genius he is) just sort of forget bill can still enter stan's dreams even if hes got the metal plate and stans like "hey why am i dreaming about a dorito obsessed with your portal"

and im guessing ford would not be down to make his home a tourist trap so do you think stan would just help with the research? or would his insecurities about being dead weight to ford push him to try and find his own way of income?

and and what about the town?? do they have to awkwardly pretend theyre father and son or uncle and nephew or something? because sure they could pretend theyre not related but they still look pretty similar. ford just looks like an older, nerdier stan so i think that would be people's first assumption (ford seething quietly as susan flirts with stan. stan just thinks fords feeling uncomfortable in town because hes a hermit until theyre alone and they have a repeat of their highschool days with ford hissing in his ear and demanding to know what he was expecting to happen with susan. stan trying to answer but hes a little distracted at the time)

and also with ford being back would they ever run into fiddleford again? either him in his cult days or maybe already halfway to losing his mind. depending on where he is mentally im sure the interaction could be either pretty hostile or sympathetic

ive grabbed you by the ankles and am attempting to shake you upside down to try and empty your pockets for scraps of this au because it consumes me

-🐶

waaaaaah thanks for being patient with me friend! you know i ALWAYS love to see you with the big fuckin questions and ideas. and i have been THINKING about this one cause, tbh, i finished combat baby in a couple of days and went “GET OUT OF MY SIGHT” and threw it at y’all and did not think much about it after that! until i came over here and started chatting with y’all at least hahaha.

the bill issue is like a whole thing right? and i was definitely wondering how the time travel on one side but not the other might impact him/slow him down. but i also do think it’d be kind of fucking hilarious if stan starts dreaming about bill but like. doesn’t say anything and doesn’t even think it’s a big deal because. you know. they’re just weird dreams. and at this point, stan’s done enough drugs and been through the ringer with stress and shit that it doesn’t even occur to him to question having bizarre dreams about some little geometric freak trying to be nice to him. whaaat? a MATH SHAPE for fucking NERDS in a gay little sweater vest BOW TIE is COMPLIMENTING him in his dreams???

as far as stan’s concerned, his subconscious got REALLY hung up on the whole “ford said some nice shit to me while we were fucking” and just hasn’t let that go yet. which i think would also drive bill up the fucking wall. like stan would have been the harder nut to crack regardless, but to keep getting accused of being stan’s mental manifestation of his brother fucking praise kink???? (which of course invites the whole question of bill going fuck it, and just leaning into that, but i don’t think he’d be as adept that mimicking ford for stan as he was at mimicking stan for ford, so)

ngl, i do love the unicorn hair play, tho. fun fact! i have no idea if i’ll actually write it or not, but i’ve toyed with the idea of doing a role reversal with ford coming back out of the portal still in this 30’s and finding stan and everything else having moved forward 30 years. and the unicorn hair felt like a good way to potentially address the Bill Issue i was getting stopped up on there! but like. i also could absolutely see older!ford convincing stan to wear a collar necklace of unicorn hair to keep bill out of his head.

but i loooooove the idea of them getting mixed up with fiddleford’s cult shit. i don’t even know wtf i’d DO with that but conceptually i love it. cause they’re starting to keep an eye on the townspeople, right? and even if stan’s come up with some kinda story to explain there being kinda sorta two of them now, he wouldn’t know not to be outspoken about the other weird shit happening in town. y’know, on top of being some of the weird shit happening in town. something something, stan getting snatched like lazy susan did over the gnome incident, but ayyye that shit hits really fucking wrong when you’ve actually been kidnapped in the past already and had to chew your way out of a fucking car to get free. i think that’s be neat!!

and especially if we consider fidds being maybe already just shade too far gone, enough that running into stan or having him dragged into the cult would confuse the fuck out of him. because that’s stanford, right? it has to be, he’s coming in and out of stanford’s house, he looks like stanford with a few questionable fashion and hygiene choices — but then again, stanford hadn’t been in great shape the last time he’d shown his face outside of the cabin, either. but his hands are wrong. his hands are wrong and he can’t be stanford but then why does he look like him? easy solution: everybody gets their memory wiped.

something something, stan may not know where the fuck he is, but he knows coming to in a room full of shady guys he doesn’t recognize is either gonna end with him losing teeth or a little bit of dignity, and he’d like to hold on to his teeth a little longer.

[sundew199]

Afternoons

a/n: I got carried away with this, hehe

tags: reiner braun x reader, oral m!receiving, throat fucking, dacryphilia if you squint, no p/n's used, kinda implied f!reader

All you'd been thinking about all day was him. Everything that had to do with him was on your mind. He didn't have the day off like you did, such a disappointment, so many degenerate ideas running through mind as you went about idle tasks around the house.

Maybe you were just unbearably horny that made you groan and take little breaks when your mind wandered too far, but then again you were with a man who looked nothing less than a greek god at times. What a delightful curse that was.

Finally you could hear the car pulling up into the drive, setting down the rag you were using to wipe down the counters, giving the impression you weren't doing anything. Reiner let out a long over exaggerated sigh from the front door, tossing some of his things down right there and taking his time coming to find you. The dreariness in his eyes lifted once he spotted you by the counter, shoulders slouching in a slump way as he continued to shuffle over to you.

"How was work?" Asking before he could even wrap his arms around you, teasingly pulling him in closer by his already loose tie.

"Tiring, long, irritating, the usual." Breaking into a smile and leaning in for a kiss, not letting it linger like how you wanted and even tried, so desperate for him.

"Figured you didn't do much today?" Now really pulling away, tie slipping through your fingers and a small frustration beginning inside you. It wasn't towards him, more at your impatience and the clawing need to have some part of him inside you. This is what you get allowing yourself to daydream while he was away at work.

"Not much besides cleaning a bit, just waiting for you to get home."

He scoffed a laugh, back turned to you as he shoved the bite he took of a muffin into his mouth. You could tell he was beginning to understand the underlying message in your words, a handy little thing about him when you didn't want to explicitly ask for something.

"Bet you were." Heels of his dress shoes clicking against the tile floor of the kitchen as he turned and took two long steps towards you, guise written in suppressed lust that he must've shoved down during the day as well. Boldly, you grabbed him by the tie again, pressing yourself to his chest and absorbing the heat coming off in waves from his body, assumption proving to be correct. Nimble fingers of yours danced up his dress shirt, fanning out on the side of his neck to thread into the back of his hair, inches away from his face.

"Mhm, all day long." Exchanging the air between you and him as you spoke, a chuckle of sorts climbing up his throat as he shuffled one foot forward, bringing your bodies closer somehow. Reiner looked like he was about to say something else until the press of your lips to his jaw silenced it, breath quietly hitching in his throat and relaxation mixed with desire running hot in his veins.

Small open mouth kisses ran along his scruff, palms brushing down his body, catching over the hard nipples poking through the cotton fabric, knees bending a bit when you reached the base of his neck, coming off and continuing to crouch down onto the floor. Reiner adjusted his footing until the backs of his legs were to the kitchen cabinets, hips pushed out into the air, presenting the growing tent in his slacks.

Fully down on your knees now, face to face with what had been on your mind all day, you pressed your cheek to his thigh and cupped his half hard erection, relishing in the surprised groan. Each breath was being sucked through his teeth with a hiss as your palm pressed and rubbed, blood rushing impossibly fast to his cock to your simple touch. You wanted to tease him a bit, having fun with the quieted reactions you were getting, so you breathily moaned before mouthing over his bulge, purposely moving your head side to side so the tip of your nose would brush across the head of his cock. Reiner's head had fallen back a little, one hand running through his hair, mussing it even further while he white knuckled the edge of the counter with his other hand.

"M'shit," Muttering out when your tongue flattened and swiped up along his shielded shaft, like you would if it weren't trapped in the confines of his slacks.

Unsure of who was more desperate for this, you popped the button to his slacks and pulled the zipper, spotting the faint wet spot in his briefs, flicking your tongue over that spot and not missing the thump of the back of his shoe hitting the cabinet.

"Been thinking about sucking your cock all day." Speaking with a whine, fingers only slipped behind the waistband of his briefs, eyeing the last button of his shirt blocking any part of his skin. On impulse, you quickly undid the first four buttons upwards and parting the open shirt enough to see the happy trial that started from his naval down, like a treasure map you got to retrace anytime you found yourself down on your knees.

"All day?" Confidence prominent in his tone, boarding on arrogant as he looked down at you on your knees. "Been thinking about your mouth all day too angel."

Reaching a hand down to hold the side of your face, pressing the pad of his thumb to your lips and watching them purse under the light pressure. You took it into your mouth before he could pull it away, giving it one long harsh suck, coming off with a pop and breaking the string of saliva connecting to your lips. Reiner groaned deeply in his chest, pushing his hips out a little more to entice you to free his cock, wrap your pretty little lips around it as he thrusted down your throat. Fuck he could never get enough of you.

Without warning, you yanked his briefs down and his leaking angry cock sprung free, close to hitting your cheek by an inch. The cool air hitting his fiery flesh prompted a hiss and a stifle of some noise, a noise that increased the pulsing desire between your legs, throbbing at this point.

"Put your pretty mouth to use for me."

Whispering sensually, sweetly with the way his lust heavy eyes looked down at you, golden honey irises momentarily dulled by the yearning for your mouth.

Humming salaciously at his request, you flicked the end of your tongue at the gathering pre leaking from his slit, rolling your eyes back at the salty taste, hearing his feet shuffle in place. Without wasting anymore time, your lips enclosed around the head, pressing your hands into his thighs as your tongue swirled slow steady circles around it. Reiner grunted, white knuckling the edge of the counter with both hands now, looking to the ceiling briefly before back down to your already hollowed cheeks around the tip of his fat cock. Both of you were aware of his size, gifted with girth that pleasantly stretched out any part that you took him in, and god did you love the stretch.

Slow soft hums accompanied you as you moved downwards from the tip of his cock, saliva already pooling at the corners of your mouth and aiding the needed lubrication to blow him properly. His breathing sounded hoarse in his throat, raspy and needy with each intake, with each slow ascend and descend of your mouth.

"Fuck, oh fuck." Finding his words, one hand breaking from their death grip on the edge of the counter to hold the back of your head, holding back from shoving you down further.

You blinked to flutter our lashes over your cheeks, sucking him down all the way suddenly and holding him in your throat. The abruptness of your action had your eyes watering and stinging, nose pressed directly onto the lowest part of his abdomen, hair from his happy trail tickling your skin. Reiner sounded like he was trying to keep his composure, prevent himself from coming too soon.

"Relax for me," His hand now moving to hold the side of your head, right above your ear and pushing himself from the counter with his hips, sending his cock deeper down your throat, setting his feet apart farther.

Doing as you were told, your jaw slackened and lips relaxing around his shaft, blinking rapidly up at him, seeing the cockiness of the blatant power dynamics between you run through him like fire. One thing about Reiner was he was going to fuck your throat, fuck it good like he were fucking your tight hole, using you as he saw fit. Of course it took him a while to truly be comfortable with this, worried he might hurt you, but you knew he wouldn't, not even on purpose and after the first time, he was addicted to the rush.

Sliding himself out until the tip of his dick rested in your mouth, he exhaled slowly, rubbing his thumb into your skin in a soothing manner, like a pre-comfort for the delightful abuse he was about to put your throat through. One side of his mouth lift in a smirk, starting to push back into your mouth with ease and then shoving the rest down, groaning at the tightness surrounding him, eyes fluttering at the sensation of the single motion. Breathing through your nose, maintaining eye contact with him and focusing to keep your jaw relaxed and open, you took the measured thrusts like you were made for it.

It didn't take too long for his hips to pick up the pace, keeping a steady hand at the side of your head, eagerly picking up the pace with his growing greediness, puffing out breath after breath in time with his hips. His heavy balls soon started to smack against your chin, the mixture of saliva and pre-cum dripping down to your chin enhancing the sound. Reiner groaned and grunted every time he hit the back of your throat, sharply inhaling from his nose and watching the tears well in your water line, just waiting for them to roll down your cheeks.

"Thinkin' about this all day yea? Mm how badly you wanted me to fuck your throat?" Asking as if you could give him a proper response, only able to barely nod to the questions, an honest answer as it was all you'd been thinking about. A laugh rumbled in his chest teetering out into a moan as he abruptly stopped his thrusts to hold himself all the way in your throat. Reiner's other hand gathered some of the saliva and pre mixture smeared onto your chin with his finger, cleaning it off himself and moaning again, like the dirty bastard he was. You moaned around his cock witnessing the sight, the ache between your legs a burning throb at the pure sex emanating from his body, like it were natural.

"Been thinkin' about it too, almost called to see if you wanted to stop by my office." Ending his sentence with a wink, an all too obvious sign of what he was implying, allowing your eyes to roll back into your head at the thought.

"But at least now," Beginning his pace again, thumbing over the small tear that escaped from your waterline down your cheek. "I can fuck you after, fuck you until the only thing you remember is my name baby."

Shit you were insanely turned on by that proposition, moaning with an ache to have him fuck you dumb and stupid after this, claw your nails down his back only for him to flip you over and force your back to arch to his liking and affectionately punish you with his cock pounding and stretching you open.

Fingertips pressed into the side of your head as he went faster than before, starting to chase the sweet release of his orgasm, have you swallow it all. The deep manly sounding groans and grunts were slowly turning into whines and whimpers, his back forming a slight arch as he writhed where he stood, pleasure overtaking at an alarming pace.

"Shit you feel so good...so fuckin' good baby, fuck." Whiny words rolling off of his tongue as he got closer and closer, feeling the pulse of his cock slide along your throat as he fucked himself into your mouth over and over. Reiner threw his head back violently, pushing his hips out, pressing his dick all the way down your throat and your nose to his skin.

Ropes of warm cum shot down your throat, no other choice but to swallow as his strength kept you where you were at. His grip to the side of your head eased, pulling out quickly and stroking just under the tip as he pumped his cum onto your awaiting tongue. A sort of groan like laugh came as it pooled and gathered on the muscle, seeing your swollen lips tremble as you tried to keep your mouth open until he was done.

As soon as he was done, you looked at him through hooded eyes, taking your tongue back into your mouth but keeping your lips parted just enough so he could watch you swallow. Gently, his thumb gathered the remnants on your top and bottom lips, slipping it into your mouth wordlessly.

The surrounding air was thick with sex, clinging to your bodies like heavy dew from a summer's rain. Reiner sighed with a weak smile, offering his hand to help you off of the floor, not bothering to adjust any of his clothing. Catching you off guard with a kiss, his tongue licked into your mouth, allowing himself a taste of his own cum, which brought your lust from a simmer to a boil in your gut, gripping onto the back of his sweaty hair.

"Gonna fuck the shit out of you." Mumbling into your lips, hearing the rustling of fabric and feeling two hands at the back of your thighs, hoisting you into the air to wrap around his waist.

"Sounds like a promise." Folding your arms around his neck as he carried you from the kitchen to the bedroom, matching his sultry smirk with one of your own.

"It is a promise." Sending one searing slap into your ass cheek, gripping the flesh and chuckling back into your lips with a sharp inhale.

[lewmagoo]

if you ever get a chance or would like to, do you think you could possibly write a little something based off of the post below with rhett? you write him so well and since you reblogged it earlier, i haven’t been able to stop thinking about it 🤭 (you can totally ignore this if you’d rather not)

ask and ye shall receive!

you couldn't believe he'd let you do this. oh, how far he'd come, from being too proud to admit he liked when you took the reins, to now. thighs spread wide, ankles tied to the legs of the chair, wrists tied the handles. you'd used the roping techniques he'd taught you to bind him to the chair. and you had to admit, he looked so pretty all trussed up for you. entirely naked. cock hard and heavy, resting against his thigh.

he was looking at you, eyes wide, chest heaving. you'd just put on a show of stripping for him, teasing him to no end as you rid yourself of each article of clothing. one thing about rhett was, he loved touching you, so being tied down and forced to watch you show off your beautiful body was torture for him. "just look at you," you mused, as you sauntered toward him. his gaze never left you, not once. "where'd my big, bad cowboy go, hm? earlier you were spittin' mad and running your mouth. but the second i tie you down you turn into a demure little kitten."

you didn't miss the way his cheeks burned red. it was a sight to behold. the shift in his demeanor was clear. gone were his narrowed eyes and tightened jaw, replaced by a wide gaze and a slack mouth. "m-maybe i wanted y' to tie me down," he admitted, throat bobbing as he swallowed. you couldn't help the grin that spread across your face. it was too easy. of course he would misbehave on purpose. he craved being put in his place. surrendering the weight of responsibility, if only for a little while, was always what he needed to get his head back on straight.

"yeah? needed me to take control for a little bit?" you cooed, leaning down to kiss him. it was languid and erotic, and he eagerly parted his mouth to let your tongue onside. as you kissed him, you trailed your hand down his chest, across his abdomen, and finally, you settled with it hovering just over his twitching, aching, leaking cock. he gasped against your mouth as he felt the heat of your palm just barely touching him. deciding to tease him further, you resisted touching him fully, waiting to see how he'd react. he grunted low in his chest and tried to push his hips up, chasing your hand.

"please," he gritted out, tugging at his restraints. "don't fuckin' tease me. 'm so hard, i..." he trailed off, tongue loose in his mouth, words slurred. when he got like this, all needy and desperate, that confident swagger left him. he was putty in your hands. you could ask him to do anything, and he'd do it. if only everyone could see him now. big, gruff rhett abbott. begging you to touch his cock. to make him come.

you simply smiled at his begging, ducking down to kiss his forehead. "poor thing." you trailed your fingertip along the underside of that thick shaft, touch featherlight, barely there. he let out a strangled grunt. "you're such a needy little slut." mouth open, he nodded, eyes locked on your hand, silently pleading with you to wrap it around him. with your free hand, you threaded your fingers through his curls and tugged his head back so he was looking at you. "admit it. say what you are."

his mouth opened and closed a few times. his flush had creeped up to his ears now, ruby red. but once again, he'd do anything you asked. "i-i'm your..." his eyes squeezed shut, and he finished off his statement in a whisper. "needy little slut." but that wasn't good enough. you yanked sharply on his hair, and he gasped, jolting against the chair.

if you looked down, you'd see how badly his cock was leaking. "say it louder, so i can hear you," came your command. you took your hand away, and the pathetic whine he let out sent a rush of heat through you. when you noticed his bottom lip quiver, you bit back a victorious smile.

"i'm your needy little slut." he said it loud and clear that time. afraid you'd deny him pleasure if he didn't. he was so painfully hard, and he just needed relief. he knew you weren't above making him get off by himself, or worse, denying him permission to come at all. he was determined to be your good boy so you would give him the release he needed.

"there you go, such a good boy," came your praise. you wrapped your hand fully around that gorgeous cock of his, and he let out a broken moan, his head lolling back and his lashes fluttering. you looked down, biting your lip as you swirled your thumb around his tip, gathering the slick trail of pre-cum that glistened there. "you're so wet. just leaking all over the place," you mused.

"c-can't help it," he grunted, hips rolling up. the squelch of his own arousal was an obscene sound. he might've been embarrassed about it if he wasn't so fucked out already. and then he watched you kneel before him, and he swore he'd lose his mind entirely. you held eye contact with him as you opened your mouth and swirled your tongue around him. when you began to inch down, he gripped at the arms of the chair, bracing himself. being enveloped in your warm, wet mouth was otherworldly.

"since you did what i asked, i'm gonna make you feel so good, honey," you cooed, once you'd pulled off of him, nuzzling your cheek against his dick. "gonna drain these heavy balls and make this pretty cock come down my thoat." good lord, his brain was short-circuiting already. he nearly blacked out when you took him in your mouth again, this time to the back of your throat. his moan was strangled, and he nearly lost himself right then and there. however, he knew better than to do so without asking permission first. and by the looks of it, you were not going to give him permission anytime soon. in fact, you were going to draw this out until he was sobbing, begging, pleading. then, and only then, would you let him come. after all, you loved to make your cowboy work for it.

[risingsoleil]

Sorry if this is too nsfw. Linzin making dinner together and Tenzin decides to ahem eat out Lin while he waits for it to finish cooking in the oven 👀

Post-canon Linzin 🖤 one of the moments Pema walks in on Linzin from this ask

Lin is doing most of the cooking and Tenzin says that he would be her assistant. But he's just in the way of everything.

She's chopping green onions and Tenzin wraps his arms around her waist, kissing her neck.

"Tenzin, you better stop before I stab you."

"I don't mind," he whispers against her skin.

"If someone walks in on us again, I'm throwing you out."

"But this island is mine."

"Not unless I take over."

He chuckles and releases her. "Fine."

Fortunately, he doesn't have to wait long for a break. Lin covers the stew and sets a timer. It should simmer for about an hour before they can serve it for dinner.

Lin soaks all the dishes and then turns around, raising a brow at the airbender. "An hour...what ever shall we do to fill the time?"

"I know what I can fill you up with..." Tenzin groans, pulling her flush against his body and picking her up bridal style. "You've been teasing me for the past few days, I have so much for you."

"Don't be dramatic. I let you tie me up and have your way with me the other night."

He carried her to the private dining room and laid her gently on the table. "That's too long." Tenzin spread her legs and pulled Lin's trousers down.

His fingers stroked her folds, circling Lin's clit gently. Lin moaned softly into the air, raising her hips slightly. Two fingers entered Lin and then Tenzin lowered his head to feast on his soulmate. Lin gripped the back of his head, pushing him further into her while his tongue licked every drop of her essence and arousal.

He pumped his fingers into her, drawing more and more drops of Lin's arousal on to his tongue.

Both were so caught up in the moment of personal bliss, that they didn't hear the footsteps of someone approaching.

Lin heard the gasp.

Lin lifted her head, her vision slightly blurred on the acolyte. They all dress the same and her aging eyes aren't as good as they used to be. But then the blurriness dies down and she sees brown hair tied back into a low ponytail....

"Pema?"

Tenzin, completely unaware of anything, continued to bury his face in between Lin's legs. "I don't want to hear about her." His tongue dipped into Lin and she cried out. "Sing for me properly, honey."

Before Lin could do anything, Pema ran off with her face red. Did she have tears in her eyes? Lin couldn't tell and then Tenzin started that deadly move of sucking on her clit.

Within moments, Lin's shrill voice echoed beyond the dining room and caught up to the escaping acolyte.

[deanvhs]

cruising — dean winchester

content / you and dean get in a fight when she starts getting angry for no reason.

warnings / transfem!dean winchester, internalised homophobia, John hates his kids, angst, implied smut.

“C’mon, De.” You frown, moving closer on the bed. Sam was out getting dinner so you and Dean had the motel room all to yourselves. You even kissed Sam’s cheek goodbye to ask him if he can take Baby out for a few spins. Thankfully he agreed, but now Dean’s rejecting your advances. Since when?

“No! I already told you, the walls are too damn thin in here.” Your patience is running thin. Seriously since when does the infamous Dean Winchester care about the staff knocking your door? Or some angry neighbors? Dean once fucked you in the Imapala on a highway, you’re not sure that’s the real reason.

“You’re lying to me, honey.” Her face visibly softens at your words but she stands up anyways, taking off her jacket. You’d all got back from the successful hunt hours ago and showered but somehow Dean had wrapped herself in Sam’s jacket the second she came out of the shower. It was confusing now that she’s taking it off. This whole thing was confusing. 

“Dean, look, I’m not pressuring you or anything, but you’re lying to me. You love post-hunt sex. You’re the one who always initiates it too so I thought I’d give you a surprise, you know? But if it isn’t what you want, I understand—”

“It’s not like that!” You’re waiting for her to elaborate and when she doesn’t, you sigh. Great, you’re both getting nowhere in this conversation. “I’m going out.” She mumbles before walking out of the motel room and slamming the door behind her. 

Another very stable, very productive conversation in the Winchester household. You tie your hair back and put a coat on before running out after her. Baby isn’t anywhere near here so the only other place she’d be is the vending machine. It’s kind of like trying to find a twelve year old in an arcade. 

There she is, in all her glory, frowning at the vending machine like it’s personally offended her (you’re sure all it did was its job, but oh well). “Hey, Dee.” You sigh into the space between you when you’re close enough to touch her biceps, interlocking your arm in hers. ”you okay?”

“‘M fuckin’ peachy.”

“What you are is mean.” You scoff, but it’s only half hearted. You want to help her, not blame her. “And you’re also a big liar who won’t tell me what’s wrong so I can make it better.”

“You’re not my damn guardian, you don’t need to know—”

“Please, Dean.” You exhale, tired. “Just humor me.”

She seems to have finally given up on her quest to be unbearing. “Whatever. You just— I don’t want to have sex, okay?”

“Totally understandable, can I know why? I won’t try to change your mind, I would just like to know the reason.”

She rolls her eyes, hits the vending machine one more time so a chocolate bar drops down along with your favorite juice box. When you’re twenty something, you learn to enjoy the finer things in life like juice boxes and chocolates rather than beer and whatever the hell else.

She leans down to grab them, hands you yours. You thank her with a kiss on her arm. “Baby.” It comes out like a plea more than a warning. 

“You do this thing.” She mumbles, looking down at her chocolate bar to open it. Your heart clenched before she could even keep going, an ugly emotion tugging on your chest. You do this thing? 

Sure, you’re new to the whole relationship thing as a hunter and especially with Dean. Dean’s… not what you expected at all when you first saw her. You didn’t even know she was a her until very very later on. Even Sam found out later than you. She somehow feels like she doesn’t deserve to be called that, like her dad would kill her and if he wouldn’t approve she can’t possibly do it behind his back. 

But John can go fuck himself for all you care (he’s dead anyways so it isn’t like he can object), you love Dean. She deserves everything in this world and the next— she fucking died for her brother, it’s unreal that she would think she doesn’t deserve the simple act of being who she truly is.

“Hey? Hey, you with me? Sweetheart?” You focus back on Dean with a small pout you didn’t notice was on your face till now. “Where’d you go?”

“Sorry. What were you saying?”

“Oh, uh, you just say this thing— you call me something and I don’t know, just don’t think—”

“Dean, if I have ever made you uncomfortable during sex you have to tell me. I can’t believe you’d ever keep that from me.” Dean’s a pretty soft lover, you’d learned quickly, while she does enjoy to get with every woman she laid eyes on before she had you, she isn’t rough with them, she’ll make sure they’re ready first, very giving, and take her time. 

You can’t possibly think of anything you’d do to make her not want to sleep with you… you’re pretty sure you’re the first person in her life she’s ever been fully transparent with and you thought that’s a good thing, you thought you handled it pretty well, but maybe you were wrong.

She clears her throat, still not looking you in the eye, the wrappers off the chocolate but it’s clear she’s using it as a distraction, “you, uh, call me stuff. Stuff like, i don't know, pretty girl or whatever.”

Oh.

“Oh. I’m—” God, you feel like an idiot. A stupid fucking idiot for ever assuming she’d be okay with pet names. She’s just as new to this as you are, you’re the first person she’s ever expressed herself with and you’re ruining it for her. You need air. Even if you’re outside— fuck. “Dean, I’m sorry, I had no idea you didn’t like it and you should’ve told me the first time!” Though, you’d only slept together a handful of times since she’s come out to you, “I don’t ever want to make you uncomfortable and I’m so sorry I did—”

Her face contorts as she shakes her head, waving her hand around, “‘s fine.” She dismisses and you can practically feel how red your cheeks are with shame. So fucking stupid. For embarrassing her. For making the one thing she always made sure was comfortable for you, unenjoyable for her. Dean won’t die without sex but she fucking loves it and, you ruined it for her. 

“Sorry, Dean.” You mutter again before turning around and running back to your room. This is all— way too much, is what is it. You can’t think properly with her standing right in front of you not looking you in the fucking eyes. She’s the Dean Winchester. Forget the sexy reputation, what about the hunter one?  She’s never acted like this before and now it’s because of you. 

She trusted you with the most important thing in her life, her identity, and you—

A loud, aggressive knock sounds on the door and your hand instantly hovers over your gun. It happens one more time before you have it aimed at the door, waiting for the intruder to come in, drying the tears that were welling up in your eyes. “Come in!”

“I would, don’t have the key though.” 

Oh, it’s Dean. You put the weapon back where it belongs (though you keep a hand on it in case you need it) before opening the door. “Hey, sweetheart.” She says sweetly, her smile kind of watery. Is that because of you too? Great. You’re doing real well in the girlfriend department.

“Hi, sorry, I totally forgot I had it.” 

“‘S fine, don’t worry about it.” She shuts the door behind her, her back against the wood as she looks down on you. You’re about to pull away from the whole interaction, say you’re tired or something, before she pulls you back in, both hands on your waist. “Hey, c’mon, it’s okay, we’re okay, right?”

“Yeah, I didn’t, didn’t mean to make you think we weren’t. I’m just— disappointed in myself, I guess. And sad. You should’ve told me, I’ve said it a hundred time since you first came out and I didn’t even think of how it would affect you. You know how much I love calling you different things and I don’t know, I guess it slipped out and it was so selfish—”

“I love it.”

“What?”

“The names? Love them. All of them. Every single thing you call me makes me stop breathin’ for a second ‘cause I can’t believe how goddamn lucky I am to have you.” You're breathing’s not supposed to be this fast, right? “It makes me… God, makes me crazy thinkin’ of you saying those words but I can’t, sweetheart, okay? As much as I love ‘em, they’re not— me. They’re not who I am.”

“Because you don’t feel like that’s who you are or because of the whole ‘you don’t deserve’ them thing because I’m telling you now, if it’s the second one, I’m going to be really mad at you.” When she doesn’t respond, tightens her lips, you frown. “Dean, seriously?”

“Look—”

You don’t let her get the words in before you’re crashing your lips onto hers, your hands running through her hair while she kisses you back just as passionately, just as hard and wanting. She pushes off the door to slam you into it so she’s more in control, like she always is. “Dee,” you whisper into her lips and she pulls back with an urgent nod, all signs of hesitation erased from her eyes. “I love you.”

And maybe it’s the wrong thing to say, she’s not usually the type of girl and you know that, but she has to hear it. Has to hear it from you. “Love you so so much, dee. You know that, right?” She nods quickly like she wants the conversation to be over so she attaches her lips back onto yours before you pull away again.

“So tonight’s ‘bout you, pretty girl.” Her breath hitches and you see her eyebrows furrow ever so slightly as you stand on your toes to kiss between them. “Baby, I’m not gonna let you keep thinking that crap. No one on earth deserves this more than you, okay? And if you feel uncomfortable, or you change your mind, sure, we’ll stop, but it sure as hell won’t be because of your screwed up perception of yourself.”

She nods, almost mezmorized and leans back in. Her soft lips against yours, so fucking beautiful and the way her fingers work delicately to remove your shirt, succeeding as she moves on to the bra straps. Despite the same hands hunting monsters and sometimes the devil himself, she’s so patient and soft with you, her little moans as your hand moves down to graze her clothes cock, her green orbs flashing you when she opens her eyes to tell you ‘bed’ as if you didn’t just say that you’re in change tonight.

Technically, you did say it’s about her, and if the way she likes it is by being in control, you don’t mind givin’ it to her one bit. As long as you get to praise her all the way through it. 

She kisses down your neck, biting down a little on your sensitive areas, earning moans that make you arch your back, mostly try for some friction. She smiles against your skin, moving further down till she gets to your bra, removes it completely and latches onto your nipple, “fuck, dee, yes. so pretty, so gorgeous for me, makin’ me feel good, ah!” She takes your other one between her fingers and you can’t help the sounds escaping you. She pulls away to tsk. 

“Keep quiet, sweetheart. Wasn’t jokin’ about those thin walls.” Unfortunately for you, by thin she means you can hear the teenage boy and his parents talking through the wall right behind you. So, it’s practically a closet door between the two rooms but you couldn’t care less. And she seems to only care to shut you up with her mouth.

Except she doesn’t. She comes back up, your skin itching with her sudden withdrawal. Before you can protest she has her thumb sit king your lips, “now, sweetheart, what’d I say?” 

“I need to be quiet.” She smirks down at you, nodding, waiting for you to continue, “‘nd I wasn’t quiet.”

“Mm,” she brushes her thumb against your lips one more time before she slips it past them, your teeth grazing it before she lays it flat on your tongue and your first instinct is to bring your hands up to her wrist, wrapping around it to keep her in place, and sucking. “Fuck, baby.”

She groans, leaning down to press a quick kiss to your forehead then going back to your neck, pulling all kinds of pretty moans. 

+

Needless to say, the night turns out great, no thanks to her communication skills. And you tell her as much when you’re both relaxing on the bed after, you’re still catching your breath in her arms and she’s smiling down at you, plants one last kiss to your hair.

“You know this could’ve all been easily avoided if we’d just talked, right?” She huffs from above you and it’s quite painfully the most obvious reaction she’s ever had. Dean’s angry. Maybe not at this exact moment, and not burning red, but she is. She’s not comfortable in her own skin most of the time and it’s no longer because she hasn’t come out, it’s because she did. 

She did, she has people who love and support her and she can’t stand that. She thought the second she came out with you and her brother would flee the country and maybe boo at her, but the fact that you both stayed eats at her more than she’d ever admit— she feels like a fraud. A failure as an older sister— older brother. 

And what’s worse is that she knows she’s as transparent as glass with you, that you’re reading her every thought right now without even looking her in the face. “Dean, c’mon, honey, you can’t keep thinkin’ like this— or I mean, technically you can, free will and all, but I’d rather you not.” You don’t repeat the three words you want to so desperately say, you know she’s reached her quota on chick-flicks. “I’m gonna keep calling you these names because you like them. And because they make you feel like yourself and I simply do not care what you say after that.”

She has nothing to say anyways, just closes her eyes and rests her head on yours, hoping you’ll still be there in the morning.

difference for me between calling transfem Sam and Dean pretty girl and them freaking out is that Sam (as always) is self deprecating and doesn’t feel like she deserves that. She doesn’t feel pretty and she doesn’t feel like she deserves having someone she loves lying to her. For dean, although she’s pretty self deprecating herself, it’s mostly about John. Like most of where her trauma stems from, she can’t understand why the person she loves would ever say that to her knowing it’s not right and it’s unclean to be anything other than the biggest guy in the room. And sure she came out, and shes comfortable with you and Sam and maybe she’ll even tell cas one day, but she values her reputation above all because that’s what John taught her. Thanks for listening  to my Ted talk, please buy a cookie on your way out!!!

[crypt1dcorv1dae]

I've literally never understood parents who don't let their like... TODDLER age kids play with kids of the "opposite" gender. Like wtf do you think your 3 year old is gonna get up to????? News flash heteros people aren't literally born sexual beings and you don't need to protect your sweet baby girl from the boy from her preschool class.

Which also makes boy/girl friendships later on actually LESS TABOO meaning, if your kid grew up being friends with OTHER GENDERS, they will be less likely to see others solely as potential romantic/sexual objects and can actually have positive normal friendships with people of any sex or gender. Who fucking knew that if you don't treat something as FORBIDDEN then it stops being so appealing, especially if you have a rebellious streak

[vcrnons]

man. why was yuta in my dream again

[misskamelie]

Head in my hands, I'm doomed, this can't be going on for this long good grief. What the hell does my subconscious want to tell me. Hate the pms hormonal storm