#sorry if this makes no sense im abt to go to bed. i wanted to be in bed like. 4 hours ago

[puppyeared]

ive made myself more wet and pathetic

[phagodyke]

the masculine urge to take a saucepan off thr draining board and bash myself repeatedly over the head with it until I pass out and no longer have to experience feeling Bad 😍

[trickstarbrave]

i wrote 4500 words of yet another omegaverse au while waiting for my doctors appointment.

its not very good bc im not even half awake and incoherent. it's like. very rambly and i think makes little sense. but here it is

scent kink, clothes stealing, and omegaverse shit. this time with nerevar pining :)

Voryn felt off the last few days. Every time he walked in his room something about the whole space felt… Off. Wrong. But what was wrong he couldn’t place; nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary in his room. All of his alchemical supplies and potions were accounted for. He used detect life so he knew there were no hidden spies lurking in the shadows (though he doubted they would have made it into Kogoruhn in the first place). By all accounts nothing should be bothering him but it felt like something was in the air making him feel completely off. 

After several days of feeling like this he finally got frustrated enough to tear his room apart looking for the source of what was bothering him. He could hardly even sleep properly like this, waking up feeling bursts of energy and his body screaming at him to move and do something. Maybe he was going crazy, but he couldn’t live like this. 

He emptied the closets first, and found nothing, putting all of his clothes back. The same with his dresser. Everything seemed perfectly in order, nothing but the faint scent of his own pheromones on the fabric as well as soap from being washed by servants. Then he checked all the drapes, using all of his magical abilities to make sure everything was in order. 

Lastly, he went to his bed. It was a large, plush bed. A dwemer-made mattress that was just the right level of firmness for his back, plush sheets dyed blood red from the beetles his house farmed, and plenty of pillows, though to be honest Voryn didn’t use most of them. A good chunk were merely decorative, piled up with the excuse that when he found an omega that suited his tastes he’ll be thankful to have them on hand covered in his scent. Voryn had rolled his eyes at that explanation; Voryn didn’t like most omegas. Their scents were overpowering and cloyingly sweet, giving him a migraine, which was surprising given Voryn tended to have quite the sweet tooth his brothers would tease him about. He had assumed he was more interested in betas, though Voryn didn’t go out of his way to look for one to mate with. He had much more pressing things on his mind and he was still young; there would be time to find a mate later. 

After searching through his sheets, blankets, and pillows though, he finally found out buried in a pile. It was a pretty, decorative pillow Voryn just shoved aside, not paying much mind to. But the second he uncovered it he found the source. Something was faintly off about this pillow, and he brought it up to his nose to breathe in the scent. 

Only to have his knees go weak as he all but collapsed onto his bed, moaning softly.

Voryn had never met an omega that smelled good. All of them so far had been passable at best. Some of them tried to suppress their scents but Voryn could pick up on it from them easily when their attention waned--and not to mention he found many of them far too submissive for his tastes, though perhaps that was just because they were trying too hard to get into his good graces. 

But this… Voryn knew it was an omega, but the scent wasn’t sickly sweet in a way that made his head hurt or stomach turn. No, this scent was refreshing, bright, and just sweet enough to make his mouth water. It was like imported candied citrus, or like the herbal infused cookies from Mournhold. It practically made his mouth water, but it was also cut with the heavy scent of musk and pure arousal that made Voryn burn with lust. 

He buried his face into the pillow, one had undoing his robes so he could stroke his cock, hissing from how hard he was. 

This was the perfect omega--Voryn knew it right then. He didn’t know who had snuck in to rub their scent all of his pillow, but they got his fucking attention, and Voryn felt the overwhelming urge to make them his. To hold them down, push their face into his bed, and claim them properly while fucking them good and hard. He couldn’t even imagine how wonderful the scent would be coming from them directly; it would be enough to make him lose control--he knew it. 

Who would be so bold as to come into his room like this? A maid would have an excuse to come into his room without raising any suspicion, but he highly doubted a maid would have the gall to rub themselves all over one of his pillows; it could easily backfire and cost them their position in the house entirely, if not their life. A child of a council member? A possibility, but how would they even get inside his room without someone stopping them? 

It was frustrating. Voryn just wanted to know who they were. He wanted to see if he could pursue them openly or if they would have to do this covertly. But obviously they wanted him--oh how could they not when Voryn could smell just how aroused they were as they grinded against his pillow and then went so far as to leave it on his bed afterwards. All he had to do was find them.

He climaxed as he thought of how wonderful they must have looked, grinding their cunt on his pillow, moaning his name with their face buried in Voryn’s pillow. And as the aftershocks from his orgasm faded he put the pillow back in the pile as though he hadn’t found it, slowly coming up with a plan in his mind.

The scent was strong enough that it couldn’t have been done only once. It was staggered just enough that the scent wasn’t overwhelming and obvious, but it was clear they had been in his room more than once. Voryn had been in the stronghold often the past few days so it was likely they hadn’t been in his room in a while. All Voryn would have to do to lure them out was give them the opportunity, and then see for himself just who they were by catching them in the act. 

It wasn’t like he didn’t have all the tools at his disposal. He had been trained for stealth to a degree, and also had a variety of magic to use at his disposal. He had an amulet that could take him to the stronghold’s shrine that he always used after he was finished after having to run errands, but he also had mark and recall. It wouldn’t be hard to say he was leaving for the day, announce it to everyone, leave the stronghold, and then immediately recall himself to the corner of his room. At that point he just needed to drink some invisibility potions that he had a surplus of after experimenting with lloramor spines imported from Mournhold. Then he could make his presence known if he wished, or he could wait and bide his time to confront them later. 

And if that failed, he would try and try again. It wouldn’t be long until they returned. And Voryn knew he wouldn’t be able to give up after experiencing such an intoxicating scent like that. 

--

Nerevar knew he was doing something horrible. Not only was he playing with fire, but this was a huge violation of Voryn’s trust. 

It had started simply and innocently enough: his little bad habit had initially just been born out of feeling lonely. He had been in Kogoruhn since he was young--before even presenting. And while in Kogoruhn the only person who scented him as a child was Voryn given Nerevar didn’t really have any other friends nor did he have family with him. But scenting children was something that brought comfort and brought a sense of safety and stability, not to mention unity. 

He’d been moody after a particularly rough heat, feeling sluggish and upset about nothing in particular. He just felt painfully alone and cold, craving some stability and comfort. And all that he could think of to bring him comfort was Voryn’s scent of all things. 

Voryn had been out for the day, and so Nerevar pretended to walk into his room to check in on something for him, able to enter without any hassle. Their rooms were in the same hall, though no longer next to each other after they presented. No one paid him any mind as it wasn’t uncommon for Voryn to send him into his room for a potion of some kind or to fetch something else for him. For all they knew Voryn asked him to check up on his alchemical supplies while he was out or do something else. Many in House Dagoth didn’t like Nerevar, but they knew he was trustworthy and he hadn’t given them a reason to doubt him yet. 

He swiped one of Voryn’s robes, bundling it up and tossing it in his bag, before walking back to his room casually and curling up with it. He practically purred at the warm, spicy scent quickly surrounding him, rubbing his face into the soft fabric. He could practically feel Voryn’s body against his own in a warm embrace, his hands stroking Nerevar to scent him thoroughly, and his head felt dizzy as arousal coursed through him.

Originally he had dismissed that first time as simply still being pent up from his heat barely being over. He was ashamed, in fact, that he masturbated with his face buried in Voryn’s robe, moaning and whining low in his throat as he fingered himself, wishing more than anything that he was full from Voryn’s cock instead. Not to mention he was terrified of being caught--they would surely throw Nerevar out of the stronghold if they found out what he’d done, if they didn’t beat him senseless first. Nerevar was a lowly canvasari that they were gracious enough to let live in the stronghold proper by Voryn’s insistence. If Nerevar was found to have been doing something improper like this with Voryn’s belongings he would never be allowed to so much as lay eyes on the heir again. 

So he lied. He lied and said Voryn’s robe must have gotten mixed up in his belongings after laundry, and a servant rolled their eyes and took it from him to be washed properly before being put back. He was on edge for weeks after that, but no one confronted him or even looked at him strangely, so he knew he’d gotten away with it. It had just been a one time thing and Nerevar would put it past him.

Except it wasn’t. 

He had quickly found himself craving that scent again the week after his next heat. He denied it for a solid month, but he felt like a junkie trying to cut skooma abruptly. He was antsy and also mortified by his own reaction, his thoughts consumed by the thought of Voryn. But he also knew he couldn’t do the same thing twice; if he made a habit out of swiping Voryn’s clothes and coincidentally finding them mixed up in his clothes, House Dagoth was going to catch on. Once was excusable--servants made mistakes over the years and they did sometimes come to collect Nerevar and Voryn’s laundry around the same time given they lived in the same hall (though they never really washed them together given the care they had to show Voryn’s). Twice he might be able to get away with it, but the servants would be questioned thoroughly. More than that and they were going to start suspecting Nerevar was the one taking them and try and catch him in the act. 

Instead, Nerevar came up with a compromise which was going into Voryn’s room, locking the door, and getting off there. Very few people came into Voryn’s room without permission and if he didn’t want someone entering it while he was gone in case he was doing an alchemical experiment of some kind he made sure to lock the door. Everyone in the stronghold knew not to go into his room if it was locked unless it was an absolute emergency. And in that event, Nerevar had a recall amulet to use if he heard the door unlock and someone come in. 

What was supposed to be just one more time turned into two, then three, as he buried his face into Voryn’s bed and breathed in his scent. He grabbed a decorative pillow he knew Voryn didn’t give a shit about and normally had buried under piles of equally neglected pillows, and shoved it between his legs. He also made sure to stagger when he came in, pacing himself so that it wasn’t too frequent, and then reburied the pillow.

It wasn’t good; it was still risky leaving his scent on Voryn’s bed, but he had a feeling no one would know it was him. He normally wore perfumed oil to hide his scent after too many complaints from other canvasari, or hid it well enough on his own. If someone could tell something was off about it they would have to bury their face in the pillow and probably only be able to tell an omega had been rubbing up on it, nothing more. And Nerevar knew if someone kicked up a fuss about an omega sneaking into their heir’s room, he would hear about it.

Today was the perfect time too. Voryn had been staying in the stronghold with no particular business for the past week. He was in and out of his room and office so irregularly and frequently that Nerevar knew it would be foolish to even try. The best times were when Voryn had to leave entirely as he’d be gone several hours, giving him plenty of time to sneak in and out without anyone catching him. 

“Voryn?” Nerevar asked quietly after knocking, poking his head in as though he had been ignorant Voryn was gone. He looked around as well, making sure nothing was amiss; Voryn’s room though was the same as ever: same shelf of potions and ingredients, same alchemy aparati, and the same tempting bed. 

He let himself in equally casually, locking the door behind him as he entered with quiet, practiced skill. Then Nerevar looked at the shelves, humming softly. He didn’t know what any of the potions were entirely, nor did he trust himself to go picking them up at random without Voryn present, but he liked looking at the pretty bottles sometimes when he came in here. 

“I shouldn’t dawdle too long…” He chastised himself under his breath. Staying in here too long if someone saw him slip in would raise suspicion. He could always say Voryn had him looking for a book or potion and he couldn’t find it, but that would only work if he wasn’t in here very long. 

So instead he put his bag he almost always had on him down on the ground, climbed up on the bed, and pushed his face into Voryn’s sheets. 

“Fuck…” Nerevar groaned breathlessly, fishing for the pillow in the pile. He knew it by texture at this point, though the color had it blending in with the rest. “Voryn…” He moaned softly next, shoving the pillow half under him and half between his legs, grinding slow and steady. 

If Nerevar had less self control he was certain he would have been grinding his bare cunt against it, making sure his scent was absolutely and unmistakably rubbed into the fabric. His instincts honestly wanted him to do so--he wanted this alpha to know how attractive he found him, how much he wanted him, but Nerevar also knew he couldn’t risk it. If someone caught him he’d be in deep shit. 

“So good…” Nerevar wondered briefly if he should go just a bit further--the next time he did this he could bring a toy. A modest sized one he could slip inside just so he could feel full as he ground his cock against the pillow. It’s not like anyone would know and it might even help him cum faster. “So good, Voryn…” Instead though, he’ll have to use his normal fantasies to help him get off.

Instead of the bed being under him, Nerevar imagined it was Voryn’s chest, and instead of the pillow it was Voryn’s thigh. 

“That’s it, Neht,” Nerevar could practically hear him whispering as he grinded and humped the pillow, covering his mouth to keep himself quiet though continuing to moan and whine under his breath. “Let me see you get off just like this…”

“Voryn,” Nerevar whimpered, wishing more than anything that he was being touched. He wanted to feel Voryn’s hands guiding his hips, wanted to feel Voryn’s lips against his neck and cheeks, encouraging Nerevar with such gentle words. “I need you, I need you…” It was the truth, as awful as it was; he needed Voryn desperately, but he knew he couldn’t have Voryn. As much as he wanted him like he wanted air to breathe, Voryn was the heir of House Dagoth. Already the council had introduced Voryn to various omegas and even a few betas who could bear children in an effort to find him a mate. And even if there wasn’t an issue with class difference, Voryn was disgusted by most omegas. He constantly complained that they smelled off putting, even laughing when Nerevar said he was thankful he wore perfume oil to keep his scent hidden or else Voryn might be put off by him too. Voryn dismissed it afterwards though, claiming he was fine so long as he wasn’t thinking about mating, and even if he didn’t like how Nerevar smelled he couldn’t see himself being outright disgusted with his scent to the point he’d ever avoid Nerevar. Maybe Nerevar could believe that--if he hadn’t seen the faces Voryn pulled when being introduced to a new omega, the subtle grimaces he made whenever they weren’t looking, and for someone as controlled as Voryn he might as well be outright gagging. 

Likely the only reason he wasn’t disgusted with Nerevar’s scent even with the perfume was because they knew each other so long that it was ‘normal’ to him. Normally something like that might offend an omega who was sick with want like he was, but Nerevar knew it would let him get away with something like this. Voryn would likely not even notice Nerevar’s scent on this pillow, at least not if he kept burying it in with the other pillows he didn’t use. 

“It’s so good…” Nerevar could feel how wet he was, his undergarments completely covered in slick. “I’m so wet for you, Voryn…” Nerevar was almost drooling from how turned on he was, his cunt clenching on nothingness, eager to be filled. Yes--next time he needed to use a toy. He needed to use one so he didn’t feel so gods damn empty. 

“Please, I just want you inside me…” Nerevar’s eyes rolled back as he could feel his orgasm starting to creep up on him. He wanted this--needed it. He wanted to feel Voryn’s hands on him, feel Voryn’s lips against his own, feel Voryn fuck him good and hard into the bed. He knew what absolute bliss it was just imagining it, imagining that deep voice moaning his name and panting in his ear. “I’ll be a good omega for you, I’ll be such a good omega just for you…” Nerevar never felt compelled to be submissive in any other context but he knew he would if Voryn asked. He would do anything just to feel Voryn fucking him, to feel Voryn knotting him--

Nerevar covered his mouth as he climaxed, breathing heavily as he tried to come down from the high. As always, thinking about Voryn knotting him never failed to make him orgasm. It was something he fantasized about when he was in heat now too, only having a truly satisfying orgasm when he imagined Voryn was breeding him just like his body wanted so desperately. 

Nerevar laid there a few more moments, humming softly as he nuzzled against the sheets. If he was sane he would leave right away, but the last time he tried that he was left feeling empty when he left. If he stayed for just a few minutes, basking in Voryn’s scent and imagining curling up with the taller chimer, he felt much better. 

He imagined what Voryn might do post sex. Voryn hadn’t really liked someone as far as Nerevar knew, but given he was such an affectionate friend, Nerevar imagined he’d be an affectionate lover too. Soft nuzzling, gentle kissing, all while praising Nerevar for cumming so well for him. Honestly the fantasies about Voryn taking care of him afterwards were more enjoyable than actually getting off in some respects. He felt warm and satisfied in a way he didn’t when just getting off in his bedroom. 

But also, Nerevar knew that was the real problem with this. It wasn’t just lust. If it was, it would have been so much easier to cope with--he could just jack off in his room alone or find someone else to fill the void for him. Nerevar didn’t see himself acting like this out of pure lust alone, not when dick was in high supply and he could find someone else of his station willing to fuck him senseless. 

No, Nerevar knew he felt much more than just lust. It was something he didn’t want to name, but his heart fluttered around Voryn, every brush of their hands and every friendly little gesture made his chest feel warm and tight at the same time. He wanted more and more as time went on, and this was the only thing he could do to keep himself sane and prevent himself from doing something stupid like kissing Voryn on the lips whenever they were alone together. 

There was nothing else he could really do it seemed. Voryn was the heir of House Dagoth and Nerevar a lowly canvari who hadn’t even been adopted into his house. Their difference in status was like night and day. And it wasn’t like Voryn would find him attractive anyways--Voryn was so disgusted by omegas in that sense he was probably the kind of alpha who could only mate with another alpha; it was uncommon for two people of the same secondary gender to mate, but not unheard of. Voryn could just find a beta or omega he could stand to have a child with later in life. 

“I need to get over this…” Nerevar sighed. The nice, happy and tingly feelings had faded by now and he was left mildly disgusted with himself again. Less bad than if he had left right away, but still not pleasant. “It’s not like I have a chance with him anyways.” He muttered, burying the pillow once again as he attempted to do the same with his feelings, before straightening up his clothes. “No doubt if he could smell me without perfume on he’d gag like with every other omega...” At least he knew he hadn’t been caught yet--if he had, Voryn would have no doubt burned the pillow entirely just to remove the offending scent entirely. 

He wanted to continue laying there and wrap himself up in the blankets, hiding himself away from the truth. But that was a base instinct as an omega who found an alpha they really liked, and didn’t take into account the facts of the situation. 

In time he hoped the feelings would fade. Hopefully he could find another alpha who appealed to him, one that was simultaneously warm and protective of him without looking down on him for being an omega. But that would first mean finding an alpha who didn’t hate how he smelled like most alphas seemed to. 

He grabbed his bag again, unlocking the door and leaving quietly, humming softly as though he just left the room after finding something. 

A few moments later, in the corner of the room, Voryn’s invisibility potion wore off. His face was bright, burning red, his hand still palming at his erection through his robes. 

That omega--the omega who had absolutely been driving Voryn wild--was none other than Nerevar. 

Nerevar, his closest friend. Nerevar, the mer who remained at his side faithfully and listened to all of his troubles without complained. Nerevar, the strong canvasari Voryn relied on more than anyone…

Voryn cast lock on the door, before digging up the pillow, tossing the others aside haphazardly, before promptly burying his face in it. 

“I should have cast dispel…” Voryn moaned softly into the fabric, his cock twitching at the scent. Yes, it was much stronger like this, Nerevar’s pheromones absolutely heavenly, all but begging Voryn to fuck him. “I should have taken you right then and there…” He wanted to--he wanted to more than anything but he was also so stunned he was completely paralyzed. He couldn’t make himself move no matter how much he wanted to, though now he was a little thankful he didn’t. He would have scared Neht, wouldn’t he? Nerevar seemed to be in distress afterwards, even muttering to himself that Voryn wouldn’t want him--

Such an idea seemed completely ridiculous right now, not when Voryn couldn’t stop stroking his cock to Nerevar’s scent. He was going to sleep with this pillow from now on, holding it close, and he’d find a way to let Nerevar know he felt the same.

A thought ran through his mind of the common rituals used to test out would be mates. Exchanging clothes with each other’s scents on it was the next stage after determining they both enjoyed how the other smelled. It was based on a natural instinct of omegas and alphas scenting each other’s bedding. It was even used to sync up cycles for would be mates, as claiming bites were traditionally given during heat and rut to maximize pleasure and create a strong, healthy bond. 

He could give Nerevar one of his robes. He could make sure it was one he wore, covered in his scent, and let Nerevar enjoy it. 

Voryn knew his house would be furious if they found out he was courting Nerevar but he simply couldn’t help himself. This was absolutely addicting, and thinking purely politically about this was pointless. He would make it work, somehow, in some way. He would convince his family to let them be together or make a plan of some kind. 

[kalims]

he's a ten but he...

premise. sometimes certain bad habits of theirs make their overall rating just a tad bit lower—besides the fact that they keep doing it.

characters. dorm leaders

content. gender neutral reader

malleus (doesn't have a sense of space)

"look beastie, that flower is a native of ours,"

"I agree mal, but I didn't think you taking up the entirety of my seat will make me see it better,"

he blinks, then shrugs.

like i said, has NO sense of space.

if an average person would make an excuse to constantly be in physical contact with who they admire, then malleus is the complete opposite. well, not entirely but he doesn't even bother to construct an explanation as to why he's literally sat over your seat when you coincidentally get put in a table together.

if you start questioning him about it the most you'll get in a very outright 'because he wanted to.' it's not even one of those sarcastic replies he's 100% serious!

cause he believes there's no use in lying about things to be honest.. to further emphasize that, if he ever acts like he does hold fondness for you that surpasses the platonic meter but doesn't mention it he probably hasn't realized yet.

if he did he'd already walk over and bluntly tell you about it.

(I wish I could be that unbothered.)

lilia thinks it's the cutest thing though. you swear you see flashes of light for a split second from the ceiling but when you look up there's only a suspicious swinging chandelier.

^ totally has his own album full of pictures.

if malleus ever discovers it he won't even be disturbed, probably would ask for a copy 💯

since human lives, and their bodies are so fragile he'd taken it upon himself to protect you from harm. even if it means trailing behind you everywhere way too close for comfort, or standing a bees wing away.

while he is respectful most of the time, he's encouraged if you don't comment. if anything, he seems pleased you dont seem to be bothered! (and it'll get harder to tell him to stop when he's so happy the more you let it happen..)

"child of man, have you slept?"

*starts leaning his body forward, to squint at your eyes.* practically right in front of your face.

"WTF."

not even a warning or anything! but atleast he's concerned?

idia (won't even show up for anything and insists a 'virtual' date is better.')

user: where tf r u??

ghoul666: WDYM? at the dorm?

user: IVE BEEN WAITING HERE FOR 20 MINUTES

unintentionally stood you up 💀

you literally have to tell him that you're waiting for him to arrive at the specified area you discussed where your date would take place but would end up vastly irritated when he questions if you guys even did.

ghoul666: we do??

user: I'm taking my minecraft bed away from urs.

ghoul666: NO PLS

ghoul666: HELLO????

next time you log in minecraft it's probably because he begged you to play, you WILL end up seeing some kind of structure that probably took days to make. that's not even the entire thing cause the inside is entirely decorated to your taste.

in short: he constructed some kind of venue for a wedding.. even changed his skin to wear a tuxedo 😭

though he has sparked your pettiness, hence the ignoring him period. even you have got to admit that it's freaking adorable...

big sign, emphasis on please: Im sorry pls put ur minecraft bed back I can't sleep w/o u and I have to wait entire days for it to turn into morning :(

with what he's built you're sure it's 65% true.

if you do end up forgiving him, few weeks later attempting to schedule another date will only end up in naught.

ghoul666: can we not go there

user: 😐

user: you are testing my patience love

ghoul666: 😓 (he is screeching about the term of endearment part btw KABSJAJSAJA ortho would enter his room very concerned.)

ghoul666: how abt

ghoul666: mimic together? call

user: sighs

user: I'm only agreeing cause I want to spend time with you

queue more screeching from his end that you're completely oblivious to.

the only screeching you're gonna hear though is when you guys do get into call as you play, and it's mainly out of terror when his soul gets sent to the void ascending when the entity pops out of a corner and starts chasing him.

"I GOT THIS. ILL CARRY U THIS IS FINE" *screams again* but really wants to impress you so he pushes through.

unsurprisingly does carry you.

asks to match avatars right after (idia love languange)

vil (frets over you way too much.)

"vil, did you see the chocolate in the freezer?"

"oh, that? I noticed that you've already gone through the ideal number of bars this week so I took it upon myself to make sure you don't go sick on me,"

"I love you but please give it back—"

"I love you too, and no."

disclaimer: he does this for your own good 😜 (average mom excuse.)

looks out for you more than he does for his own dorm residents. everyone is wondering where he ran off to after class, especially since he's the one that scheduled the pomefiore meeting every fridays!

and to think he was the one getting irritated over the more newer first years for being late..

*shows up literally half an hour in*

why you ask? you simply shouldn't have texted him about abandoning your daily walk together through the gardens in favor of catching sleep since you called in sick (you're suspicious if crewel really did go in to check for proof, and not concern.)

vil's really feeling the absolute regret of not checking his phone during classes.. well, he only saw the message which was coincidentally sent like somehow ONE minute after the lecture started and he's only seeing it 59 minutes later.

oh you poor thing!! though the lunch break is short, he has about 5 minutes for a trip to the mirror chamber..

you'd think the 'seen' icon below your message was a weird omen for something you're not sure but it must be doom cause vil is right at the front porch of your crappy dorm. at his own expense?! looking more disheveled than you've seen him before.

if a few stray hairs was disheveled at all. more importantly, he still looked drop dead gorgeous!

you probably looked quite terrible with the blanket draped around your shoulders looking like you just crawled out of your grave, because he looked absolutely mortified at your state.

"oh great sevens.." he looked like he was faint, huffing and fanning himself with his hand. "look at you, why didn't you tell me sooner, darling?"

you blink, swallowing to make your throat less dry but your voice still comes out raspy. "I did, like an hour ago—" without your invitation whatsoever, he steps in. promptly shutting the door behind him (which surprisingly still stands sturdy.)

vil takes a hold of your shoulders before reaching his hands upwards to tilt your face around. "you should have sent earlier," he says. you keep in the comment that you were sleeping during it, and you told him about it during second period so.. "your face is so pale."

you sigh.

"yeah, I just saw. I know, I look hideous right now."

vil frowns at you, stopping to angle your face at him. "don't ever say that. I always find you beautiful even if you are.." he glances at you from face to toe, then back up. "sickly."

"... I feel offended."

"hmph, shush now. let me draw you a bath then I know something that will boost your system."

after much coaxing in his end, you reluctantly take a warm bath in the hopefully hygienic bathroom. true to his word, vil did... concoct something. though it looked pretty the random steam that flew from it was really suspicious.

the residents don't dare to question, except rook of course. who already knew what transpired! :)

epel: 😃 (atleast vil wasn't around.)

"roi du poison~ tell me, tell me! is the trickster well? have you cured them with your love?"

"rook, you have 5 seconds to get out of my face."

rook giggles away.

kalim (thinks money will buy anything, including your forgiveness.)

"here!" there's a suspiciously bright smile on his face as he hands you.. some keys?

you deadpan, jingling it in your hands. it weighs heavy than the average, probably because of the fact that it's literally made of gold. "... kalim what is this?" you emit a sigh, from suspicion and concern.

"a gift!"

"wait why does it say lot 111--"

as you can already, that was an actual, literal house. which you imagine would probably be a lots more grand, and new compared to your old baby ramshackle.

but you do love it despite it's love for falling apart at the most inconvenient of times..

fighting with kalim was rare but it was hard to even argue with him because the notion of disagreements are so bizarre to him that he unintentionally doesn't treat you seriously with your concerns, accidentally downplaying them aaaand now you're upset.

after the ranting to jamil about how you must be busy with a lot, since you haven't even talked to him in the past 2 days. all it took was a side glance to his friend in denial and jamil immediately knew.

"what do you mean they're mad!? D:"

"just.. go apologize, I don't want to get caught up in this."

if his definition of an apology is buying you an entire house...

( ^ it is btw.)

kalim really doesn't mean any harm. he just really wants to sate whatever anger you held for him <- maybe he's overthinking it but it's kalim so he's 99% sure it's his fault! even though it hasn't even been confirmed from your end he'd probably accept it whole heartedly.

he wanted you to talk to him again so badly that he wouldn’t mind showering you with houses... since your living situation doesn't live up to your kindness (sorry ramshackle love u xx)

you know what. he wouldn't even notice he's the reason you're upset at first even though he's been asking around on who put you in that mood. despite himself being the perpetrator but he didn't really know that did he?

the only reason he does is because he assumed you were just because you avoided him like some sort of.. cockroach! (he dislikes those.) and he couldn't take it anymore.

was probably 1 sec away from barging into your dorm which wouldn't take a lot of effort since one ram to the door would probably break it.

bless jamil for jailing all the carpets so kalim doesn't find them.

even if said carpets fling him off when he's riding them.

"kalim, why would you buy a literal house... and you also got a rare address paid--"

"for them! ;D"

"... you do know they'd be more offended by the fact that you'd try to replace that.., ahem. dorm, right?"

"oh... should I buy them a vehicle then?"

you only promise to forgive him once he takes back the keys, and the house entirely...

(grim begged you to keep it, 'house for him apparently.')

azul (keeps trying to offer you discounts thinking it's a good excuse to have you over.)

"I assure you. you'll find no deal better than this."

"I'm not even that hungry for sea food, actually I'm craving some--"

"you're in luck then! ahem, it's 26% off due to a special event for today."

pro tip: keep insisting to eat at other places cause he's gonna keep increasing the discount by 2% until you eventually relent. once, you made him go to the point of 75% off, it's almost hilarious if not for the fact it only worked once.

now he won't go last 50!

ahem. if you look closely you can almost spot tiny cracks accumulating with each denial you respond with, and each increase of his discount. he's grown to be wary about the bullshit 'lucky' promos you just happen to stumble on.

last time you did he practically lost a week's worth of the presumed income he's predicted cause you actually went around and told your first year friends about it... who.. in turn told some, other friends of theirs about it and you could guess.

love must hurt.. and unfortunately it's his wallet wailing.

but azul is not so easily swayed by this! for you have swayed him first! *wink wonk*

but azul has another trick up his sleeve... keeping on roping jade and floyd into it; whom are far too enthusiastic cause finally— something fun to do! someone to bother! not only have you got the most stubborn octopus having frequent suspicious 'deals' but here are his equally suspicious lackeys.

who keeps.. talking about fried octopus..

yeah, you're not sure if preaching about azul’s species is the job they were assigned.

they're fairly easy to point in the right direction anyways. the tweels have always associated you with the word 'fun' so just a little, friendly suggestion from and they were off to their merry way. mortifying every single person you come across with their sudden attachment.

one of their tricks? following you around. and just somehow, every single place you enter is just mysteriously full even though you peered inside and there was like 7 tables empty. what are they hosting? ghosts? spirits?

...

they do look like they've seen some though..

jade rn: "a shame indeed, you must be hungry. why don't we escort you back to monstro lounge?" :)

long story short you can't even reply cause the sleek eel is already guiding you around by the use of his hands on your shoulders. just to make sure you don't stray away from the destination, he says.

"didn't you say that yesterday's promo was like, a one day thing?" you quirk a brow, and you almost fool yourself into thinking he flinched.

azul clears his throat. "well—today is.. the month before you've graced octavinelle with your assistance—"

he praises himself for his quick thinking.

COME ON! it doesn't matter if you're sick of eating stir fried shrimp, or the butter one, or every single dish they serve that includes shrimp! (also do not mention that you ate somewhere else before you just decide to visit his dorm because that establishment just mysteriously got filed a non-legal business report.)

then you've got floyd chasing you around with a fork. which is more terrifying because he's holding it in a notion that would seem like he'd just stab down at you when he catches up with your little goose chase.

it's just.. you're not sure if your stomach could take another bite of the poor food he stabbed into, and is now chasing you around with.

you screech. "JADE PLEASE."

the man shrugs. "it's a free taste."

"AZUL."

"... only on a condition of course."

frankly. it took all the balls he had to actually sputter out the most simplest sentence ever, cause during the time he rehearsed that in front of his mirror it just plagued him with embarrassment but he's getting desperate.

'I'd like to take you out to dinner, somewhere else of course.'

actually, maybe obliterating any possible craving for the food of his lounge just might've been part of his plans to ask you out..?

leona (prevents you from actually being productive via dragging you down to 'nap' every. single. time.)

"I will literally fail if you don't let go of me right now."

"hmph. so what? it's not like failing a grade killed anyone."

"leona just because you've lived through a lot of fails doesn't mean I have to, we're not all rich enough to not finish school."

to which he'd retaliate that all you'd need is to marry him and you'd be set for life.

there is no winning an argument with leona when it comes to his naps. if he states that you're to be next to him as he sleeps, its final. no buts, no retaliations, cause apparently they're all invalid according to him even if you drag him to court.

rhetorically of course, that if its a comical court scene his only statements are; 'well you're wrong', 'who cares', and 'i dont care'. one way or another he's still gonna win you over and now you're fit snugly in his arms, lamenting.

and if crowley chastises you for not doing the errands (via leona's common interference.) the only thing you need to honestly do is to complain to leona about it and suddenly crowley has the kindness to forgive you for your 'laziness' then says something about enjoying your time together?

leona's work no doubt.

you suppose he does has its perks. even if most of it isn't exactly ideal.

if you're being smart then you should give him an ultimatum or something, or bribe him. but... that really has no guarantee to work either cause you're ending up defeated, or just defeated and flustered since he's somehow unconsciously flirty.

at the end of the day you can't really hate him cause the following day you find out he sent an already sleep deprived ruggie to do your work. 'so you can shut your fussing up and let me enjoy you.' he says, and you quote.

it goes something like;

"if i finish my work i'll stick by you all day."

a stready flow of confidence keeps your voice firm as you glower down at the blank-faced leona sat on the grass. he merely tilts his head, raising a brow at you and seemingly pondering from the way his eyes fly to the sky.

you'd think that maybe your plan actually worked but he merely grunts and flops backwards, holding the back of his head with his palms as he laid. and! he ignores you.

...this little greedy man... "why should i care whether or not you finish your work?" he huffs, like the evil, arrogant spawn he is but you can't really defend yourself cause said evil spawn bewitched you so much that you actually still like him.

"because you care about me?"

"...fine," he scowls, releasing a breath you'd mistake for irritation. "then, do you really think i need you to finish your work when i can just keep you right here?"

you sulk. "i'll do anything you want?"

he deadpans as if you said something stupid. "i don't need you to anything else but sit still and be pretty."

...

...

see what i mean about him eventually winning you over? yeah.

next morning there's a rebellion in savanaclaw about overworked residents and ruggie is the head of them.

"he said that he doesn't need you today." <- ruggie, steering you away.

"really?" <- you, confused

riddle (overthinks TOO HARD.)

“I'm just a little busy.”

“I understand,” riddle says.

“I'm just a little busy.” he understands.

“a little busy.” its just… a small thought…

“I'm just busy.” his mind is a hazard at this point. 

for someone as supposedly maintained as riddle—you'd think his mind is as composed as it is organized. like the pens you'd perfectly align in correlation to order of colors, or the neat pile of clothing folded neatly, tucked in some corner in your closet that is farther in since it's used less.

that's just how he is, or at least seems to be. a bundle of organized thoughts, every thought connected to another. a mind too clean to be going on haywire (when he isn't in a particular mood, that is.)

you're just busy. he thinks. you said it yourself, with that agonizingly nice smile that must be sprinkled with some kind of spell from the way it just eradicated all the protests in his throat upon sight. he isn't one to question it, he wants to help but not if you don't ask.

he can only stare with resigned acceptance at your insomnia induced eyes.

but when the curtain of darkness befalls night raven college, even in the comfort of heartslabyul is he still thinking about that thought–and he can’t help but wonder; why exactly are you busy? its not that he’s suddenly hyper aware of your lack of presence since you’ve been attached to the hip the previous week and now you’re just.

…busy…

riddle likes to think of himself as a level-headed, private person. like the boy he raised himself to be and therefore proud of. but its way past 10AM. which is usually the time he sleeps, and let me tell you that he’s never once broke the cycle for years. yet here he is, a frown of frustration present on his face as he wills his mind to sleep.

somehow closing his eyes felt forced, he immediately snapped them open once his mind decides to conjure an image of you even in the darkness his lids offers.

“THIS IS ABSURD.”

and the yell promptly woke up the entire dorm from the ferocity of his scream. (and of course gave them the flashback of their year.)

that night was one of the worst he’s ever had because he woke up with red rimmed eyes and a pounding headache that ensured his bad mood the rest of the day.

everyone noted to steer clear.

and he unknowingly steered clear of yours since you were ‘busy.’

“why are you sulking?” a voice queried, spoken as though they were eating something as they asked. a reprimand rises in his throat, but it all just dies down once his sharp eyes settle on you, slipping into the seat in front of him then raising a brow and the traces of irritation practically evaporates from his eyes.

he feels the need to cough–so he does. “i’m– i’m not.” he clears his throat, avoiding your eyes but still sneaking in glances, something he notes is that you’re still looking everytime he does. (and boring an unimpressed face because he knows you don’t believe him at all.)

guilt rises in his mind, because he feels a slither of annoyance and its the presence of pettiness that bothers him. riddle knows you’re not at fault, just his mind at convincing that you just somehow decided in the span of a day that you might not like him anymore–so he can’t help the bite. 

“why are you here?” a glance not intended to look mean.

“i thought you were busy.” he adds.

your brows raise, he spots your teeth holding your lips back from showing your grin and he feels warm. “what?” he hisses defensively, despite you not even having replied to him yet.

he leans backwards, straightening up in his seat when your chin leans forward, resting on your intertwined fingers. you flash him a smile. 

“mr. rosehearts, are you perhaps… sulking because i’m busy?”

“no!”

silence.

“no.” he repeats, weaker.

“well,” you continue, beaming. “i heard from ace that you were awake the entire night, and that you kept him awake too. are you alright?” 

he sputters. “it wasn’t because of you!”

you snort. “i didn’t even say anything about me.”

so you incline to following riddle around, poking fun at him and still trailing after the seemingly enraged red head because despite his angry protests, demanding you to go away because you’re annoying he keeps glancing back to see if you’ll follow,

so cute…….

[hysteria-things]

can you do a nate fic where he has reader ride his thigh? like idrc abt anthint else but im a slot for thighriding and nate

MIRROR, MIRROR

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: dom!nate x reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: nate stays the night at yours, and a wet dream leads to something with your classmate.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: SMUTTY SMUT, swearing, thigh riding, p in v, hair pulling, praising, slight choking, making out

ASSUME YOU’RE ON THE PILL!

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 977

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: i apologize that the thigh riding isn’t a big part of this but when you read it’ll make sense!

i low key love this a bit too much🤣

dreams can be cruel. the worst part is nobody can control them.

a pillow lays between your legs, eyes shut closed as you squirm and hump it from the wet dream you’re having.

the way the person is thrusting in and out feels too real. subconsciously grinding your hips faster, you moan once it starts to rub your clit the right way.

“oh my god.” you whine, gripping the pillow to have more stability to rut faster. “oh my god.”

panting, your mouth hangs open from the sinful sounds you’re making. lifting your knees higher, your body trembles as your release makes a mess in your panties and that poor pillow.

“someone’s needy.” a voice says. your eyes shoot open, face going pale. you look to what’s at your eye level, seeing that what you were wrapped around is definitely not a pillow.

it’s a thigh.

slowly lifting yourself, nate looks at you amused. you completely forgot he slept over because of a thing you’re working on for school, and it was too late for him to go home so you let him crash here.

the both of you aren’t acquaintances, but you aren’t that close either. you sit up in shock, seeing your cum messily glisten on his thigh while drool is on his shirt.

this is so fucking embarrassing, but the weirdest part is that he let it all happen. you glance at the time, it being the middle of the night.

your face becomes red like a tomato, and you scurry off of the bed. you badly want to jump out the window, but because that’s not an option, you instead stand there. “i-i’m sorry.” you stutter, looking around. “i should go.”

this is your house, idiot.

when you go to walk out, a hand grabs your waist and bends you over the vanity that’s right next to the door. he takes his other hand and moves your hair over to one shoulder, leaning against your ear. “what were you dreaming about, hm?”

a chill runs up your spine at his breath against your skin, goosebumps forming all around.

you pout. “you…”

he smirks, nibbling your earlobe. “oh yeah? what was i doing?”

“you were fucking me—” you start, getting cut off by a gasp once he starts to move his clothed dick on your covered wetness. “f-from behind. making me watch in the mirror.”

lifting your top over your head, he hums while leaving wet and slow kisses on your shoulder and neck. he pulls down your underwear, removing his shirt along with it and throwing them both onto the floor.

he unties his sweatpants. “want to make it a reality?”

the way your pussy pulses at his words have you squirming, backing up into him. a shaky breath is released from nate when he slides into you with ease. you moan lowly, licking your lips to moisten them.

gradually your moans get louder the faster he slams into you, the vanity shaking causing your perfume and other makeup stuff to topple over. “nathan.” you whine, clutching onto the edge of the vanity and trying to catch your breath between each thrust. “holy fuck.”

your head drops, the stretch feeling a little too good. your eyes flutter closed before a hand grasps the top of your hair to yank your head back up.

“look.” he demands. “this pussy takes my cock real well, gorgeous. it was made to be fucked by me, and i want you to see for yourself.”

a whimper is followed by a squeal from the repeat of him hitting your g-spot, trying hard not to have your eyes roll back.

the reflection that stares back at you is utterly pathetic. your hair is a mess in his hand by the way he’s holding it, eyes glazed from the sheer amount of pleasure. muttering ‘fuck’ repeatedly has your lips coated with drool. not only that, your tits bounce with each thrust before he cups one with his free hand and kneads it.

“is this what you were dreaming about?” he says lowly, looking at your state in the mirror. “is that little brain always filled with dirty thoughts of me? huh?”

he tugs on your locks at the last word, whining at the small pain. you’re unable to speak, so you nod frantically.

smirking, he pulls to where your back touches his bare chest, the skin-to-skin contact giving you warmth. his hand now moves to your throat. “you look so beautiful on my cock. so fucking tight.”

you claw at the surface below you, your orgasm starting to build. as much as you try to fight it, your eyes begin to roll back, your mouth dropping lower than before.

as expected, the grip on your throat tightens in a warning. “focus.”

instead of focusing on the mirror, you stare into his eyes with your head resting on his shoulder. this new spot has you seeing stars.

he whimpers, cupping your cheek. “gonna kiss you.” he says against your lips.

“mmm,” you respond, nate’s lips sloppily kissing yours, making the most disgusting sound when they sync up.

you moan loudly into his mouth, pulling away. “please don’t stop.”

he smiles softly and chuckles. “you’re not going to last much longer, gorgeous.”

he can tell by the way your body starts to tremble. then, he holds your jaw to force you to look at the reflection once again. he nods along with your whimpers that get more intense, the knot becoming undone. “there you go.” he exhales. “good girl.”

letting you fall onto the vanity with your orgasm dripping down your legs, he thrusts a few more times until stopping to release inside of you.

turning you around with your back flat, he admires your post-sex haze. “we should have sleepovers more often.” he says, grazing your bottom lip with his thumb.

𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!

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[cheollipop]

Hiiiiii<3333 Im here for the hard hours

Lately I've been thinking abt breeding kink with mingi. Like picture tighing him up to the head board and riding him during one of your risky days. And you just keep going and going just being relentless at some point he knows he's going to burst so he's BEGGING you not to make him cum. like full crying and whining his normally deep voice cracking and breaking because you did stop and his big huge cock is just throbbing inside you amd he's frustrated but then again he actually asked (begged) you to stop so he's the only one to blame here ORRRR worse (= better hehe) you do force him to cum inside you and it's just a mess. So much cum and tears 🥵🥵🥵

I'm totally normal about this man........ don't even need therapy or anything 🙃���

I'm so sorry for getting to this so late :( I ran out of steam but now I'm feeling better and ready to write the subbiest, whiniest mingi for you my love. no dubcon in this! happy reading~~

nsfw under cut—minors dni!

in the solace of your bedroom, the moonlight illuminating through the chiffon curtains to cast blueish hues over slick skin, the bed creaked under your added weight as you grazed your knuckles over mingi's heaving chest, a pretty shade of pink tinting the smooth skin. your eyes fluttered shut, and you allowed the breathy, high-pitched whines, the muttered mixture of pleads and curses, to envelop your every sense.

the rapid rhythm of skin-on-skin reverberated in the dark room, working your hips over mingi with tandem, his cock sheathed deep within you as you rocked back and forth, pulling off halfway before slamming back down. pleasure shot up your spine as his twitching cockhead grazed over your g-spot with every grind, your walls squeezing around him to elicit needy moans from plush lips.

"y/n, please, I can't-" you rolled your thumb over one of his nipples, interrupting his whining with a muted 'ah'. "I-I'm not gonna last."

you smiled at the concern painting his face, your hips slowing down their ruthless pace so you could lower yourself over him, adhering your chest to his and gazing into his eyes while your hips drew languid circles.

"you want me to stop?" you emphasized your pout, drawing your eyebrows in while you stared at the man under you.

large hands grabbed onto the silk ribbon tying them to the bedhead, tugging uselessly, "I don't, I really don't. just- it's dangerous, sweetheart."

you rolled your hips forward again, slipping an inch off of his cock before sliding it back inside your tight heat, "thought you wanted a baby," you pursed your lips further. one hand slid down his torso to where his cock disappeared inside you, gliding up your mound to your lower belly and pressing the heel of your palm into the soft skin, pushing against the bulging tip of his cock, twitching underneath your flesh.

his head rolled back against the pillow, a deep groan ripping through his chest as you moved your palm over the hard outline of his cock. "I do- fuck, but are we ready?"

you leaned over him, breathing over his chin while looking up, eyes glazed over with burning want. "yeah, baby, 'want you to fill me up all the way," you placed a tender kiss over his jawline, "over and over again until I'm all swollen for you."

you could feel his throbbing length inside you, the twitch of his thighs under you alerting you of his turbulent arousal. "(y/n)-"

"want them to have your eyes," one hand cupped his face, smoothing a thumb over his left eyebrow, "and your nose," you pecked the tip of his nose, "and your laugh," a fleeting kiss over the plush of his lips, you moved back to eye his dazed expression before going back in for more.

the warmth of your cunt surrounding him, the insistent squeeze around his girth, your mouth moving over his, tongue swiping over his bottom lip—mingi's world, his thoughts, feelings, senses, they all reduced to you. your heat, your skin, your touch, your voice. he tugged against the silk ribbon once, twice, before giving up, digging his feet into the mattress under him to buck his hips upwards and into you. desperate thrusts into your soaked cunt paired with a blend of airy moans and throaty grunts echoed between the four walls, your downstairs neighbours catching the melody slipping through the cracked-open window.

the familiar twitch of his cock between your walls and the pretty flush painting his chest were enough warning of his approaching orgasm, your hips lifting off him and his length slapping against his lower belly. he was left impetuously thrusting into open air, a noise of confusion escaping his parted lips.

"please, (y/n), I'm so close," he whined, trembling under you as his high dwindled down, cold air brushing over his slicked-up cock. "let me stuff you full, baby. make you nice and pregnant for me, yeah? you want that, right?"

a wave of arousal rushed through you and straight down to your core, your pussy gushing until it dripped down the sides of your thighs. "but I thought you weren't ready," you pouted in dejection.

"I am! fuck- I promise, I am! 'want our kids to be just like you—kind, beautiful, understanding," his hips jolted upwards inadvertently, the deep baritone of his voice rising a few octaves, occasionally breaking as he whined under you. "if it's with you, I'm ready for anything."

a shared exhale mingled in the small gap between your faces as you slid down mingi's length again, your eyes fluttering shut at the brush of his cockhead against your g-spot. you pried them open again, not wanting to miss the change in mingi's expression—from desperation, to relief, to the rawest forms of lust. you pawed at his wrists, pulling at the ribbon tying them firmly until it slipped off. with his hands now free, he reached down to grab at your hips before the blood could make it to his appendages. your thoughts faded into nothing, deaf to anything but the sound of skin slapping on skin combined with mingi's soft moans, his deep groans dropping to mere whimpers of need.

constant shots of pleasure seared up your spine, your clit rubbing harshly over mingi's pelvis while he fucked into you, your vision going black as you came on his cock with a strangled cry, your walls clamping around him as he continued to chase his orgasm despite your pained mewls.

it took a few more frantic thrusts before mingi's nails pressed thin crescents into your skin, his hips stuttering as hot ropes of cum shot between your pulsing walls, holding you down on his cock while he unloaded all he had deep inside you. and all he had was a lot, his seed seeping past your stretched hole from the sheer amount he was feeding into your womb.

"ngh- fuck. mingi, it's so much," you breathed out.

the pain from overstimulation dulled when you took in the tears making their way down the sides of mingi's face—pearlescent streaks reflecting the moonlight pouring out of the open blinds. "i-it won't stop coming out, ah- all for you, baby," he rolled his hips to push himself further inside you, his cockhead spasming once as it shot out its last spurt of cum.

you laid there in the aftershocks, your thighs trembling around mingi's hips while your body rocked with every intake of breath, his chest moving steadily under your head. his release trickled out of you in small beads, mingi's cock still plugged inside your used cunt to keep the majority of it inside. gentle fingers squeezed at your hips, sliding upwards to your mid-back and down to soothe your aching muscles.

it was when sleep tugged your eyelids shut that mingi grew restless again, and through the thick haze of fatigue, you noticed his cock chubbing up inside you. your body slowly rolled sideways with mingi's until it made contact with the sheets, warm where he'd been laying. he towered over you, pressing his hips to yours with his glazed-over eyes fixed on your face.

"want you," he whimpered, one hand on your hip while the other cupped your face, leaning down to press a kiss to your cheekbone.

"mingi-"

"want you so bad, baby," he ground his cock inside you, biting his lip at the squelch of his cum between your walls. you moaned breathily at the feeling, your eyes finding mingi's before he leaned down to place another kiss to your forehead. "wanna see you swollen with my babies," he panted, his thumb finding your swollen clit and drawing slow circles over it. "gotta make sure I fill you up properly."

[jaeyunluvr]

someone talk to me ABT Jay smut fr

warnings :: SMUT MDNI, sub!jay, kissing, mommy kink, cock riding, overstimulation, cockwarming

a/n :: not proofread, sorry for giving such a late reply bae i needed time to cook T_T

you see jay lying down on your bed, shirtless, lazily scrolling through his phone. you notice his tired eyes and it's days like these that he wants comfort from you in all ways.

"you seem like you want to be taken care of, baby?" it was more of a question from you as you stared down jay's toned abs.

he smiles up at you, putting his phone down while you walk towards him and get onto the bed to straddle his lap. you wrap your arms around his naked shoulders, as he places his hands at the back of your waist pulling you closer to him.

just the closed distance between you two is enough to get you worked up, he's always had an effect on you like that. you run your fingers down his chest, and he shivers under your touch. you loved it when he's soft and vulnerable under you, even though it was absolutely rare.

you stare into his eyes with desire filling up your entire body and you press your lips against his, pulling him into a very heated kiss. the kiss was open-mouthed, dirty and sloppy, your tongues battling against each other.

you lifted yourself off his lap, getting onto your knees so you could tower him for more control. you pull him closed by his nape and jay's head tilts back as he melts into your fiery touch.

he could sense your impatience growing as you sucked a little too hard on his lower lip, making him wince. but that did not make you pull away from him but instead, you kissed him harder to numb the pain.

he felt helpless under you, his hands finding no destination against and under the silk cloth covering your body. you slowly pulled away from him. his eyes glimmered with lust and so did yours.

you slipped out of your night gown, leaving you with no clothing on. jay stripped himself meanwhile, his eyes meeting your oh so beautiful body and he let out a sigh as he got physically weak at the sight.

you perched yourself on top of him once again, as you grabbed the end of his thick shaft, his tip coming in contact with the entrance of your hole.

the slight contact made him shiver and you teased him, instead of giving him what he wanted.

"mommy please don't play." he lets out a whine, his lips curving downwards.

"oh sorry babyyy." you replied as you pulled him closer to place a kiss onto his lips followed by his forehead.

you let out a sigh of pleasure as you lowered yourself onto him, his warm cock entering your hole like it was made to fit in there all along. jay's eyebrows knit together as his eyes close shut and his mouth hangs open at the feeling of being engulfed.

your hands reach his shoulders as you steady yourself as you start moving up and down, mainly for his pleasure.

jay let's out a whimper at the sudden movement, his hands grabbing a handful of your asscheeks, more like he's holding onto them.

you fasten your pace and bounce on his cock as his balls clash against your skin, elating your senses.

jay's body feels numb as he gets lost in this feeling of ecstasy. a low moan escapes his lips, harmonizing with yours as you feel him hit the perfect spots inside you.

his grip on your waist gets tighter as you feel him twitch against your walls, and you know he's nearing his release so you move even faster stimulating your orgasm as well.

"mommy im- go- 'm gonna come-" he breathes heavily between words as he comes undone inside you. you feel his warm release inside your womb and it drives you insane.

you slow you pace down as you continue to ride him, overstimulating jay to the end, finding your own pleasure as you shudder around his cock, a loud moan slipping past your tinted lips as you reach your climax.

jay's eyes brim with tears as his chest heaves up and down at the immense amount of pleasure that he has received, your heavy breaths tangling with his.

you bend forward to kiss his eyelids and his lips, then hugging his waist as you fall asleep on his chest, your womb still keeping his cock warm, as both of you doze of with your skins in contact for the rest of the night.

perm taglist :: @pockettwinzz @alvojake <3

[despairots]

could you do a story where miles from earth-42 and our miles are twins and we cant decide which one we like better as we like both of them? you can write the story however you want to!

━━━━━━━━ if i were you, i’d do me.

earth1610! miles morales x gn! hacker! reader x earth42! miles morales. fluff and if you like squint really really hard you’ll find angst. 18 and above please dni, unless your my moot or something… i forgot to change my requests to open but u can send me requests (only abt atsv) just like be patient cuz im daydreaming and shit 🙏

pls ignore the title its nothing suggestive i was braindead and was listening to my saved audios on tiktok this was thw first one on my saved so el oh el 🤕 i gotta keep my writing grind up. keep in mind that earth 1610 miles will keep beinf spiderman and earth 42 will keep being prowler. if y dont know sliver wolf from hsr, switch her up cuz reader is heavily based off of her

this’ll be left on a cliffhanger cuz like idk i just dont wanna make another part and sometimes things are better off with cliffhangers since you guys have creative minds you can come up with your own scenarios

where in a dimension, earth42 and earth1610 miles morales are twins, may look the same but have completely different hairstyles and different personalities also another weird, interesting fact, you’re a sucker for twins, especially them.

interesting fact about you, specifically you, is that you almost got caught by the government when hacking into their system to steal some information.

and of course, them having connections to spiderman, told him to go after this hacker who causes a lot of trouble for the government.

miles morales obviously being under that mask and friends with this hacker who knew that you hated authority (yes, you’re an anarchist), didn’t bother doing anything, probably just telling you to stop messing with them.

on the other hand, his twin bother, myles morales, encourages this behaviour. polar opposites but two cuties, and you, who got roped into romance with them.

“[name], what’d i say about hacking the government?” miles scolded you as you chewed on bubblegum with your feet propped onto your desk, holographic screens in front of you.

“i don’t know, me forgot.” you nonchalantly shrugged, spinning your chair to go back to your screens and swiping left to play the weeknd.

miles spinning you back and placing his arms on your arm rests, too close to your liking.

you smirked with a light scoff, “your brother likes it.” miles rolls his eyes at the mention of him, “i don’t care what he likes.” he snapped back, obviously lying.

miles leaned back with a sigh, “god, what am i gonna do with you?” “maybe get off my ass.” you muttered, not knowing if miles heard that, to which he did.

“i’m sorry, what?”

you jumped at that, quickly shooting your arms up and trying to find excuses, opening your mouth like a fish.

your voice’s overlapped eachother, unable to hear his twin brother opening the door to your room, mask off and everything.

he looked at you who kept stumbling on words.

miles spider sense went off and looked at the entrance, seeing the one guy who encourages your behaviour, “what - what did you tell them?” myles smirked and shrugged.

“i didn’t say anything, bro.” he placed his claws on your bed and sat down on it, “i am not your bro.” miles chuckled and sat down on your bean bag.

“um actually-“

“shut up.”

“cope.” you playfully stuck your tongue out at miles who smiled and rolled his eyes, god you loved his smile. i mean, what?

you don’t love them, boo, you hate them.

“dude, tell [name] that if i don’t catch the ‘hacker’ i’m gonna get my ass kicked.” miles and his brother made eye contact, “i hope you do.” myles replied with a playful tone.

miles threw his hands up, “you guys are actually evil.” you laughed at his comment, “we’re actually vigilantes.” myles pointed out, patting his brother’s shoulder (the bean bag literally beside your bed).

you smiled at the two with light pigment on your cheeks, “i really wanna kiss you guys—“ you paused your sentence with embarrassment, realizing you were saying your thoughts out loud.

the two paused and looked at you, blinking, “eso es adorable, amor—“ “get out.”

“¿qué dijiste, amor?”

“i hate you guys. kill yourselves. espero que te resbales y te caigas en tu próxima misión.” you rolled your eyes and buried your face into your hands as the two twins looked at eachother.

“you don’t mean that, amor.” you groaned at the nickname the two labelled you. it made you want to giggle, twirl your hair and kick your feet like a schoolgirl.

you blushed when you felt an arm sneak around your neck, hugging you against your chair with their head beside your ear, “te gustamos los dos, ¿verdad, amor?”

god, you couldn’t choose between the two.

[name] when they keep getting teased and literally cannot deal with it.

[popponn]

Hihi, im the same anon that loves ur page!!

the froggys are seriously silly :)

Anyways, can i request some hcs abt bllk boys with a reader who's going thru a depressive episode? im just goin thru stuff rn, if u can't its fine.

So, hows ur day been?

I hope you're well

have a great day! <33

byebye💖

notes: anonnie;;; i hope you are feeling better when you finally read this;;; this took so long, im sorry. i have been busy and there are lot of things going on, but i am fine thank you for asking :> and hey, a depressive episode could be tough. but you got this! okay? try to take it slow and step by step, drink water, eat food, and move around a bit. a light walk or a stretch is okay. like how the clouds always change, things will change. i hope reading this could give you a little happiness, especially when you need it.

isagi

if you are looking for someone who will listen and give practical advice without dismissing your feelings or concerns, honestly he is the one. especially as a boyfriend, you can trust him to be the one who will sit beside you on the sofa while wrapping you in the blanket. will ask you what you want to eat and the moment you decide to fight the cold hard life back, don’t worry, your isagi yoichi will be your #1 supporter! especially if you guys have spent more time in the relationship, he really is good at balancing giving comfort while still giving you trust to walk on your own. though he sometimes couldn’t 100% understand your point of view, but the sincerity in his effort to be always there for you is no joke. he promised every part of him he could give to you and he means every word of it.

bachira

who hurt his baby—he will fight it. somehow. he has this odd sixth sense when it comes to you. just with a glance, he will immediately get how down you feel and what you need. a joke and a cheer up along with many kisses? coming right up. a listener who will hug you like a koala? do you want to do that while cuddling in the bed or in public in front of his friends because he won’t hesitate honestly. just say what you want—if he must eat a cake messily like 5 year old to make you laugh then so be it. will get you out for recreation the moment he could and if he couldn’t that means it’s time for his creativity to shine (and boy does it always shine). but if the one that makes you feel down is someone, bachira is not one for violence but he could you know. if you want. (please stop him.)

rin

if you don’t cry, at best he will be an awkward listener—but a good listener nonetheless. if you cry, though, honestly he will panic. this guy is already not good with his own emotions, so you need to be clear about what you want with him. he is not the best with words though, and advice he offers is usually either “let me just fix this for you” or a straight up detached, objective one that is better offered to someone with a cool head and controlled emotion. therefore, more often than not, he opts to just listen and hold your hand. he will try to help, though, and if he can’t—at the very least you will get a really menacing guard dog who won’t let anyone mess with you while you are trying to get up. (also, go tell him to buy something. his credit card is ready and feeling like he is doing something for you is good for the both of you.)

sae

itoshi gene is harsh and he is somehow worse than his brother in this scenario. he is a naturally critical person towards anything. if you are ready to get your fault pointed out and think up a “what can i do to make this better or avoid this from happening again” go to him, but if you are looking for someone who will listen or give validation, as much as you love him, don’t. him and a terrible headspace is not a good combination. however, a direct “can you hug me?” or a “can you do something for me?” is not completely out of the question—he, after all, still cares about you. high chance he won’t ask, especially if you said you don’t want to say anything, but in this situation the softer part of him who has a hard time saying no to you truly comes out. a movie night, even if it involves the goddamned fries, would happen. he is smart enough to know when to spoil you, especially since he knows your habits and tendencies by heart.

kunigami

the sort of person who sees a hint of gloom on your face and immediately cradles it with a tenderness that no one would expect from someone with his build. he is a good, caring person by nature, if you are looking for someone to help you, he is the best choice. he can be clumsy sometimes and the words he gives to cheer you up have a high chance of being uttered with a lot of pauses in the middle—but the way he acts will probably be enough to bring a smile to your face again (and he will also smile along with you when this happen because by god you are his happiness). all those aside, high chance he can’t give advice, but he will give you top-notch cheering up—words, actions, cuddles, everything—along with genuine validation. (especially after wild card, he has seen hell. “feeling terrible” is something he understands a lot.)

kaiser

for this one i won’t sugarcoat it: jesus christ. why. is there no one else?

jokes aside, as i love to bully him a bit here, objectively—this really depends on the sort of type of person you are. if you are looking for advice or validation or a listener—not him. but if you are the sort of person who prefers a distraction or the “tough love” sort of motivation that is more scathing and heartless—borderline degrading—he is the one. out of spite, his words are probably enough to spur you into action, forgetting whatever blue feeling you have as it has turned into a red raging anger. however, a little note, believe it or not, this actually comes from a caring place in his heart. kaiser is someone with many, many harsh edges—and this comes more from “i rather see you angry and living than seeing you down without me being able to do anything” root that he rather die than say out loud.

nagi

the best you could get is a passive listener. worse you can get is a passive listener who still plays games. the worst you can get is that one scene where isagi has a legitimate concern and gets his hair pulled by this guy. another one who is better to have as a company in seeking distraction for the time than anything. but, despite how admittedly terrible he is in cheering you up with words, he truly makes it up by action when it finally hits him how down and different you are. it will take a few hours or a few days, but he will get there. afterward, expect many small sweet gestures ranging from cute gifts, your favorite snacks, et cetera. your chatroom with him will too suddenly get noisy with many cute stickers and “u ok? :x” for at least a few weeks. (also he is shameless enough to ask out loud to his teammates about what should he do with you when he realizes how stuck he is. so hey. there is that: possible extra brains if you need a solution.)

reo

common knowledge that he never shies away from using that money of his when he needs to and this is one of those situations where he genuinely considers taking you away for a trip so you can feel better near a sunny beach or a peaceful lake—you pick. if you don’t want that, however, this guy is still the best when it comes to understanding you and will be there until you give him a smile. what else do you expect from someone with a complete set of love languages? do watch out though, he is also someone who could get angry pretty quickly, especially when it involves something or someone he cares about—and this time it’s you. on a brighter note, though, this means if you are looking for someone to shit talk with, he is the one. he is a smart caring boyfriend, so talking with him during this time will do a lot of good to you. a good advice along with good validation.

bonus round:

barou — has this very awkward and unique way of cheering you up by getting you to clean the house along with him (and somehow he is less strict with you this time) and then cooking for you after; somehow always works like a charm. yukimiya — do you know all those shoujo manga perfect handsome famous sporty smart boyfriends? this is it. coming to you live. chigiri — shit-talking session that will soon move on to a pep talk that will give you every bit of confidence and drive you to need. a best friend and a boyfriend in one package. one of the people who truly knows and understands how despairing an overwhelming situation could be. karasu — will he tease you a bit like a meanie to distract you, ironically? yes. but if you need an advisor to brainstorm the best possible solution he is also the one.

[solarwoniii]

there's an angel in my bed ! shen quanrui

happy ricky day !

smut, fluff a lil angst, long distance relationship, boyfriend ! ricky x fem ! reader minors dni !

synopsis ; you come home early to surprise ricky on his birthday

contains ; soft dom ! ricky and sub ! reader, pet names ; baby, angel, pretty girl, ect. rough sex, penetration, cunnilingus, fingering, lingerie, creampie, unprotected, marking, dacryphilia reader has a thing for ricky's glasses (dont we all though)

wc ; 2.3k

📨y/n ; OMG U STUPID LOSER HAPPY BIRTHDAY

📨ricky ; THANK U BABYYY

📨ricky ; 12 MORE MONTHS! I HAVE THE DAY PLANNED OUT WE'RE GNA BE CELEBRATING FOR MY BDAY AND FOR YOU OFFICIALLY FINISHING YOUR STUDYING 💪💪

📨y/n ; uhmm abt that

📨ricky ; ?

📨y/n ; . . . im sorry :(( i should have told you earlier, i wish i didn't have to spring it up on u like this on ur birthday . . . i cant come back next yr either :((((

📨ricky ; oh . . . it's okay :) i understand, i can wait

📨y/n ; i love uuu :(

📨ricky ; ilyttt :DD do u have time to video call or is it too late over there ?

📨y/n ; i can't i'm sorryyy i feel so bad :((

📨y/n ; i sent u a gift tho !! the app says it arrived at your house a few mins ago

📨ricky ; NO DONT FEEL BAD it's okay :) i'll go check now

a disappointed sigh left ricky as he rose to his feet from the couch and trudged over to the front door.

you were studying abroad, as you had been for the past year. and although it was hard for him to say goodbye, and even harder for him to handle long distance, he wanted to be happy for you.

and the two times you had visited were the best moments of his life.

you had planned to visit him again today and stay for a week or two to spend some time with him on his birthday. but things hadn't gone as the two of you had hoped. an exam came up that was way too important for you to skip. and even if you tried to skip, ricky insisted that you stayed and focused on your passion. after all, there was always next year.

well. not anymore.

but it was okay. he had to stay optimistic. if not for himself, then for you. you were out there, doing what you loved. and what kind of boyfriend would he be if he stopped you from that? he could make some sacrifices.

but that didn't stop him from feeling upset. he was really looking forward to next birthday.

ricky walked through the hallway, running his fingers through his hair as his hand found the door handle, unlocking it.

as he opened the door his eyes met yours and he was sure his heart stopped from pure and utter shock.

the angelic face he'd missed seeing in person for months on end beamed with happiness and love.

"surprise!" you giggled with jazz hands.

"y-you're here."

"i am." you smiled, and picking up a plastic container that was sat on top of one of your suitcases, "and i brought cake! happy birthday. do you like the gift i sent?"

his eyes were wide as saucers as froze in his spot, clearly at a loss for words. you laughed, handing him the box and opening the door wider to make room for your suitcases as you let yourself in. he quickly came to his senses and gave you the cake in exchange for carrying your suitcases as the two of you walked side by side to the kitchen.

"i thought you couldn't make it this year . . ?" he asked, "what about your exam?"

"well," you said, putting the cake down on the kitchen counter, looking up at him, "i talked with my professor and he let me sit the exam a little early." you explained, putting an arm on the counter and leaning against it, "so i spent the rest of last week planning my surprise."

ricky was silent. he bit his bottom lip and looked down at you with glossy eyes. your eyebrows knitted together with concern as you reached up to cup the side of his face.

"hey, don't cry." you said softly, tilting your head to the side. ricky put his arms around you, burying his head in your shoulder, sniffling and shuddering against your skin as he gripped onto your shirt.

"i missed you so much." he mumbled.

"i missed you too."

he pulled away from you a little, looking down at you with his slightly reddened eyes, holding your cheeks in his hands and connecting his lips to yours in a loving kiss.

when he kissed you once he couldn't stop himself, growing increasingly needier for you as he did it again and again.

"can't believe i survived without you for four whole months," he whispered, lips not leaving each others in lustrous affection as he put his hands on your waist.

"ricky, slow down!" you giggled as he fluttered soft kisses across your jawline, "i'm not going anywhere anymore."

his lips met yours again, "m' not letting you go anywhere anymore." he whispered, "let's go upstairs, come on."

he held your hand tightly as he brought you up the steps and into his bedroom, closing the door behind him and continuing to kiss you.

he walked you backwards, stilling himself as the back of your knees hit the bed, putting hand on the back of your head as he laid you you down, hovering his tall figure over you, pinning you down with his arm around you.

his hand moved to his face to take his glasses off before you quickly held onto his bicep to stop him.

"hm?"

"don't." you said.

he smiled, "what is it with you and my glasses, hm?"

"they make you look hot." you said matter-of-factly.

"mmm." he hummed, as if he was deep in thought, bringing himself closer to you, nose grazing over your neck, "really?"

"m-mhm." you replied, shuddering at the way he was teasing you.

you gasped as he latched his lips to your neck, kissing, sucking, hickeying the supple skin.

"ricky," your grabby hands gripped onto his soft blonde locks, wanting something grounding.

"tell me, pretty girl." he whispered, looking down into your lust-burning eyes.

"i love you."

ricky smiled, pecking your forehead.

"i love you too, baby." he grinned, "is this alright?"

you nodded, looking up at him with soft doe eyes.

"need to hear you say it, love."

"i w-want you, ricky."

his fingers fiddled with the hem of your hoodie once he heard your clarity, "can i take this off?"

"mhm." you hummed, holding your arms up to assist him in pulling it over your head, eyes widening at what you had underneath it. a white and blue lingerie set made from flowy satin, bows around your neck and decorating the piece, ribbons cross-sectioning over your chest and stomach. you looked beautiful. angelic.

ricky gulped.

"do you like it? i bought it last week." you smiled.

"i think there's an angel in my bed." he said under his breath, struggling to pull his eyes away from the new set to look into your eyes. you giggled at his flustered state.

"do you really like it? i was worried it might not complement my body, or-"

"no. fuck, no. it's perfect. you're perfect."

your face heated up at his words as he keened into you, kissing down your body and making gentle reddening marks all over you until his head was between your legs.

"wanna eat you out." he whispered, pecking your inner thighs.

"o-oh, the skirt can come off, i can just-" you reached down to the waistband, ricky's hand catching yours before you could do anything.

"no."

"huh?"

"i want you to keep it all on. gonna look after my pretty girl in her pretty set" he said huskily, moving your now limpening hand to the side and holding it, loving how quickly you melted at his words.

you gasped as he kissed your clothed clit, tongue pressing against the satin material.

"o-ohmygod, ricky-" you shuddered, biting your bottom lip as he pushed the fabric to the side, licking a gentle stripe up your dripping heat, his head following the motion as his heavy-lidded eyes laid on your body.

"taste so sweet, baby. missed this pretty little pussy so much." he grunted, reluctantly letting go of your hand to hold your squirming hips down as he ate you out. he didn't waste any time once he had tested the waters, tasting you like he'd been starved all this time.

and he had. starved of you, the same way you'd been starved of him all these months.

you'd tried touching yourself at the thought of him in the time you'd been apart, and it helped a little, but it was nothing compared to ricky. he knew your body better than you did yourself.

his soft, slick-covered lips closed and enveloped around your sensitive clit as two of his fingers pushed into your yearning entrance, making you whimper from the sensation of his both his fingers and mouth at once.

your fingers found themselves caught in his hair once again, tugging at the strands when his fingers curled up in that way that had your eyes rolling back until stars appeared in your vision.

ricky smirked at the way you shook from his touch, releasing your swelling clit from his mouth as he looked up at you.

"come on baby, stay still for me." he said softly, watching as you let out a prolonged whine when he stilled his fingers, feeling your orgasm start to eb away.

"m' sorry! please don't stop, p-please i'll be g-good." you babbled, a droplet of spit dripping from the corner of your mouth. ricky laughed, moving his fingers again as he continued to stimulate you, coming back up so he was at eye level with you. he cradled your face, thumb wiping away the drool from your mouth before kissing your cheek, "my dumb little baby."

"f-feels so good ricky, th - . . . ink m' gonna-" you whined, the rest of your sentence getting stuck in your throat as you threw your head back from pleasure.

"yeah? you're gonna cum for me like a good girl?"

you nodded desperately, "c-can i please?"

"so polite," he smiled, "of course you can pretty baby."

at his words you came undone, eyes screwing shut as tears escaped them. ricky cooed at you, kissing the droplets as they raced down your cheeks.

"you did so well for me baby." he praised, putting his essence covered fingers to your lips and watching as you sucked on the slender digits.

your eyes still closed as you felt his tip rub against your clit, your teary eyes opening to see it. you bit your lower lip at the sight of something you had craved for all this time. the pinkened, bulbous tip running through your folds, still glistening from your previous orgasm, beautiful cock now getting covered in your slick.

"are you ready for me?" he asked.

you nodded eagerly, propping yourself up on your elbows, watching as his tip slowly disappeared into you until he filled you up all the way. the both of you moaned in unison at the feeling. your head fell back onto the pillow as he pulled in and out of you, engulfing in the sensation of pure bliss and need.

"you like this baby?" he grinned.

"m-mmh! love it s-s' much!" you trembled, holding onto his arms on either side of your head, caging you in him. your nails sunk into the skin, as he sped himself up, pretty tip hitting each and every spot.

"tell me more, pretty." he pushed gently. your legs wrapped around his body, more tears falling from your eyes as your lips quivered.

"f-feels so good wh-when you - oh my g-god - when you pin me d-down on your bed like this and f-f-fuck me."

"mmh." he hummed in response, cock now pummeling in and out of you and pace that had to be considered monstrous. he clearly was expecting more out of you, but your brain felt blank as he fucked you into an undiscovered state of oblivion.

ricky chuckled at you.

"is my baby too stupid to even think for herself? hm? can't function when i fuck you, can you?"

ricky loved the view he had before him. his beautiful girlfriend laid in his sheets, wearing what had to be the prettiest thing he'd ever seen, only visible thanks to the luminous moon through his window shining down onto you, making your eyes sparkle as tears danced down your flushed cheeks.

his climax began to feel ever so close, and it was clear yours was too as your body began to give out on you beneath him, tiring from so much at once. your mouth agape as whimpers and sobs left you, echoing through the room.

"s-so close, ricky." you mumbled.

"i know baby, cum for me when you're ready, okay?"

"ricky." you cried for him, eyebrows furrowed and lip reddened from biting down on it so hard. you looked so cute in this moment. so fucked out you had forgotten about the whole world around you.

"tell me baby."

"w-want kisses."

he smiled, leaning down to give you what you wanted, kissing you all over before meeting your lips in gentle loving kisses.

you whined against his lips, legs shaking as your second orgasm crashed over. he hushed you carefully, cupping your face and wiping your teary eyes with his thumbs as he finished inside of you.

you shuddered and sucked in a sharp breath as he pulled himself out of you.

"ricky~" you whined, heavy-lidded and eyelashes wet from your tears, head rolling off to the side of the pillow.

"it's all good baby. i've got you." he whispered, kissing your forehead before getting out of bed.

"where are you going?" you asked, holding his wrist weakly before he could leave.

"i'm just gonna get you something to clean up with and some clean clothes, yeah? we can go downstairs and eat cake after."

"mm-kay." you whispered, loosening your grip on him so he could leave to the bathroom, coming back as he promised, cleaning you up with the warm, dampened washcloth in his hand before helping you change.

the rest of the night was filled with love as the two of you ate cake and watched movies together until the early hours of the morning, when you fell asleep in each other's arms.

[onismdaydream]

Hey, me again!♡🎀

Sure has been a while, but I'm sure you get how busy life can get ><!☹️

Anyway, it'd like 2 am when I'm writing this.. I was about to go to bed but I just CANNOT get the thought of like.. literally just Yuji being physically unable to NOT moan and whine when you give him a hand/blow job 😔🎀!!

IM SORRYYYY!!!!🙏♡ I feel like I have been saying this since like forever.. but it's soo true! 🎀 I swear, first time you ever wrap your pretty little hand/mouth around him.. it's OVER. Like- he is struggling so hard not to finish right then and there, so when you start moving.. it's like the best torture he's ever had!

He would totally try to hide his cute moans and whines by like biting his lip or cover his mouth with his hand. But that definitely won't help at all. At some point he just breaks, and he can't fix it. So it's just a bunch of whines, moans, and whimpers falling from his mouth.

UGHHHHDHFHF

He would totally be so insecure abt it, mostly bc he feels like he should be more dominant? If that makes sense. (It's his first time don't judge😔🎀!) But I just find it sooo hot. Just men being loud in general is SO 🤭!🧎‍♀️🎀!!!

Also, once he realizes that ur totally Into it, and not judging him... He sometimes let's a small little high pitched whine or whimper, especially when he's close..

Anyway it'd like SUPPERRRR late , and my vision is just so blurry.. so sorry for any bad spelling.. BYEE!!🎀🎀

I'm totally just thirsting over Yuji rn..

-your horniest Yuji lover!♡🎀

(Night lovely!!)

OMG I FORGOT TO REPLY TO THIS IM SORRYYYYY 😭

but yes!!! yuji is soo vocal in bed, and especially if his mouth isn't occupied (he loves kissing any part of your body), so when you have your mouth around him??? he is just whining and babbling about how good you feel. he is definitely one to praise you, telling you that you're doing such a good job, baby, just like that, oh fuuuck —do that again, please, baby, please

and if it's his first time, he's trying so hard to stay composed. biting his lip, biting his hand, anything to keep the noises in. he doesn't want to disappoint you :((( but the first little moan leaves his lips and you react so well to it?? you encourage him, asking him if he likes that and if it feels good and soon enough, he's putty in your hands.

i think he'd be such a pretty crier when you overstim him, too!! he has so much stamina and can go for multiple rounds, but he's sooooo sensitive!! his cockhead all red and leaky from his previous orgasms but even through the tears and the shaky whispers and whines, his hips are still bucking into your hands <3

[fyodior]

FLORA please . . . thinking abt dazai n fedya locked up together makes mi think of a threesome w them 🤭 how rough do u think they would be :O r they fighting over who gets to fuck ur pretty cunny ! ! giv mi all da deets teheheh :3

coco!! hmmmm ok i've been thinking a lot abt this hehehe sorry for how long it got 🤭

okey this could go so many different ways i could write an actual dissertation but. im going to come at this as if u are fyodor's lover hehehe

so. fedya is typically very gentle and sweet with his lover, esp in bed (unless you ask for otherwise) but... he hates dazai, and would rather die than let him have anything of his, especially u. so if u somehow stumbled into a threesome with them, it would be a lot djfjsjdj the way i see it happening is dazai purposely pushing all of fyodor's buttons abt how beautiful and sexy you are and how bad he wants you, probably taunts fyodor and says that he doesn't satisfy you ,,, and usually fedya can ignore dazai easily but when it comes to u and saying some shit like that he absolutely loses his SHIT and is like you're gonna watch and see how good i fuck her, how she falls apart over my cock

and he's very right!!! u do you def do. plus you've always thought dazai was kinda sexy so u agree to go along with their stupid game

so it starts out as just u and fedya while dazai watches, likely starting out w just missionary/ nearly mating press. he immediately jumps to what he knows makes you whine and moan the most, like fucking u right at the angle he knows feels the best, not too slow but not too fast, hips meeting flush with yours as he massages your clit and presses sweet kisses all over your face and lips. bc to him, this isn't just abt showing dazai how good the sex is, anyone can make sex feel good, he wants to rub it in his face too how much u just fucking love him and want him to be inside u not just cuz of how heavenly it feels, but bc u need to be that close to him. dazai fists his angry red cock, massaging himself to the sounds of your whimpers and cries and just how hot u look getting fucked.

when fyodor spills his cum inside you is when he decides its ok for dazai to take u next, smirking bc now he has to deal with the fact that he'll be fucking fyodor's cum right into you. u cant lie tho, dazai is really fucking talented. he's taking you from the back, ass high in the air as he shoves his desperate, needy, neglected cock so deep inside you it kisses your cervix and makes ur eyes roll back in your head. dazai is kinda losing it himself, absolutely mesmerized by the way ur cunt stretches and pulls with each thrust of his cock, the cream that's dripping down ur thighs and gathering onto his length. fyodor's the one watching now, irked that dazai's making you moan but is confident enough to know he could never be as good. he can't stay away for too long tho, sidles up next to u as dazai continues to fuck u as he sticks his hand in between ur thighs to rub your clit and suck on your nipples, and to say you were overstimulated was an understatement. your senses were so overloaded and on fire as they both had their way with you, but goddamn did it feel fucking amazing. it was the best orgasm you had had in a long time.

one of the hard and fast rules fyodor set was that dazai was by NO means allowed to cum inside u, and if he did it would result in very unsightly consequences. dazai doesn't rly listen to rules but he knew fyodor did not fuck around when it came to u. so he settles for flipping you over so he can cum all over ur tummy, using his fingertips to spread the seed all over you and squeeze your breasts. fyodor slaps his hands away. ur incredibly out of breath and fucked out at this point, a tiny bit of drool pooling at the edge of your mouth as you tried to catch ur breath, but things weren't over yet.

dazai wanted to know what ur mouth felt like, and weirdly, fyodor was ok with that. let him experience how good you suck dick and have to live knowing that fyodor is the only one who'll ever get to experience that. sat on fyodor's lap with your back to his chest now, his cock buried deep inside you as a reminder of who u rly belong to, dazai is sat on his knees next to you so you can suck him off. now he's the one whimpering and moaning as you take him into your mouth and skillfully use your lips and tongue to give him the best head of his life, and fyodor only smirks as he watches and feels u very slowly rising and falling on his own cock, subconsciously chasing the familiar feeling. and with a good massage of dazai's balls, he's cumming down your throat with a hearty groan -- he almost immediately gets hard again when he watches u swallow every single drop easily, licking ur lips afterwards with a smile.

in the end, fedya is right. dazai would forever be jealous that fyodor is the only one who ever got to have you. and that's how i think a threesome would go :)

[phagodyke]

okaaaayyy finally watched I saw the tv glow :^)

[neapolitanupsidedowncake]

maybe Bakugo and Izuku period care please ❤️

period care with our favorite beans katsuki and izuku!! gn!reader!!

content warning: fluff, reader has somewhat girlish stuff (headbands skincare) established relationship between reader and characters

a/n: not sure if this was the point but i did them separately? idk i really cannot write poly relationships TwT. so sorry this one took a bit of time 😅. hope you like it!

IZUKU

ughhh 🥺

he is such a bean to you

he will pamper you and give you lots of cuddles and back rubs. also massages!!!

he prioritizes your rest and comfort, and he makes hot chocolate for you to help if you have cramps!!

he kind of goes in a rabbit hole to research a bit on period cares for one's s.o. XD

even though it is canon he has no siblings at all just his mom i keep thinking in my head just as a headcanon in general it would make so much more sense if he had a younger sister like 2 years younger than him, so he has some basic idea of how periods hurt

he won't force you to do anything super physical or energy wasting

he's not awkward about it because he knows it's a natural thing, he'll kind of look up any questions he has online coz he doesn't want to piss you off or anything

in general he's a very sweet person, so during times where you're moody or irritated (not even when you're on your period necessarily) he just overlooks it and asks you if you want to spend time together watching a movie or just chilling

he's just soo 🥰🥰

KATSUKI

him too!!

generally he's sort of reckless, but for something like this, he won't joke about it or just dismiss it because he knows it's annoying

he'll go out of his way, even if you don't ask him to, to go to the store to buy you necessities because he noticed there wasn't a lot left

he'll look up foods that are healty-ish to eat whilst in the state of menstruation so he can make them for you!

if you lie in bed together he'll gently rest his head on your tummy if it hurts too much 💗

he won't ever tell you but he even asked his mom for some tips to help you out (she was relentless abt it to him coz of crush on you, even though she knows you're dating lol)

he'll put on some tv show or movie for you guys to watch when you sit on the couch together

if you reeeeeeeaaaaallly beg him he'll let you do your skincare on him (if u had any lol) (ugh im imagining him in a little cinnamoroll spa headband with green paste on his face XD)

hope these headcanons meet your expectations anon!

[joenhead]

im gnna go to bed but i need the ppl to know that when i say qpr solbin to me they have never formally decided this

there have been multiple points throughout their lives together where they establish “youre my partner in every sense of the word” without ever actively labeling it and then promptly continue on with their day. like at some point in their early 20s they realize “hmmm this best friendism i see about,,,seems different than what we have”and then never elaborate any further. theyre each others emergency contact they know all their medical info their schedules make them miss each other and when they can they prefer to spend their time together because really they dont want or need anything else they both intend on spending the rest of their lives together until woops! time to save the world ????

so to me, they both understand that whatever they have is mutual and neither platonic nor romantic but they both had jobs so they dont rlly care abt labeling that rn … and then theyre trynna save the world so they dont rlly care abt that rn .. they just have this secret third thing and its nice

it is rlly confusing to everyone else tho. to many it kind of just seems like both sol and albin have one sided crushes on each other. like wow sol really talks a lot about how cool albin is so hes prolly crushing but albin doesnt seem to notice or care (they base this off albins sallow tired exhausted face which is just how he looks). and for albin theyre like oh man albin is totally crushing on sol hes the only guy he ever hangs out with too bad sols super out of his league. and its so funny cuz albin and sol r non the wiser to ppl thinking these things sol is knitting albin another scarf and albin doesnt have it in him to tell sol go stop because he has more scarfs than he knows what to do with but sol seems really happy so whatever who cares if its summer he cant get anymore miserable.

and yes albin does have a lucky tie AND a lucky scarf and yes both are gifts from sol sorry i DO make the rules and this is what ive decided they plague my mind 24/7 its only fair i get this please dont take this from me i have so little…

anyways yea theyre partners but like only if u ask them cuz otherwise theyre not gnna talk about it theyre just going to be clingy protective and overly complimentary to each other

[platoapproved]

I read ur lesmand porn with plot and its lovely!! So lovely, the most in character thing i could ever hope for and also painful and hot and amazing :) However! I did not read the book and did magnus really…? Like i had NO idea that rape was a part of lestat’s turning bc its just not talked abt ig? Anyway im shocked and horrified. But you wrote about it beautifully, so that was fun

FIRST OF ALL, thank you so so so much anon, I'm very glad you enjoyed the fic! 😭 It makes me so happy knowing that people are getting something out of it 💚.

I'm going to answer your question under a read-more. It got pretty long... also, is this not a thing people are talking about? I have no idea, I'm just in my little fandom corner. But if anyone hasn't read the books and wants to know more - I'll get into it. Content warning for discussion of sexual assault and some upsetting book passages:

SO. It's surprisingly tricky to answer this but I'm going to do my best. Bear in mind I've only read like half of the books...

The surface-level simplest answer is no. In The Vampire Lestat, Magnus does not rape Lestat. In the books, vampires do not become aroused or have sex - like as a rule, biologically, they just can't. (Now, there is nuance here as well, because vampires DO still have sex in the books, it just involves them performing sex acts on humans with their mouths/hands/etc). This is a big change they've made in the show.

That being said, turning someone into a vampire non-consensually IS compared to rape throughout the series. Like not just in the case of Magnus and Lestat but elsewhere, too. Here are a couple examples of this from Prince Lestat (which I HAVEN'T EVEN READ YET I just looked these up because I knew Lestat's turning was discussed) talking about Lestat's turning:

Important to remember also that Prince Lestat was published in 2014 whereas The Vampire Lestat came out in 1985. It's nearly a 30 year gap; the first few books in the series are way way way less explicit and direct especially when it comes to sex.

So, there is that aspect of things. But most of all the language used in the passage around Lestat's turning is just... I obviously cannot speak for most readers but of the people I've spoken to and seen discussing it, it's fairly obvious the whole thing is written as a metaphor for rape. Like I feel like this is not an uncommon reading at all. Hey any other book readers who made it this far back me up on this.

A few passages in support of this. These are going to be wildly out of order but since I did a kind of re-telling of this scene in my fic, this is Lestat talking to Nicki about his turning:

Can't resist including a classic 'Nicki what the FUCK' moment.

As for the scenes with Magnus themselves! A lot of the stuff in my fic is just... straight up dialogue or actions of Magnus' lifted right out of the book.

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I feel like that's enough to give you a sense of the general tone of the scene. There's other aspects that are imho meant to evoke sexual assault: Magnus puts Lestat on a bed and climbs on top of him to turn him, Lestat tries to fight him off, he tries (and fails) to resist the physical pleasure reaction humans feel when vampires drink from them, etc. I'd include more quotes but honestly at some point I'd just be copy-pasting the whole thing.

So... my answer is yes and no. I have no idea how they are going to handle all this in the show. Like it's a really pivotal moment for The Vampire Lestat and for Lestat as a character. I will honestly be shocked if in the show they don't change the metaphorical rape into a non-metaphorical one. Certainly it seems to me that the way Sam Reid has handled the acting any time Magnus comes up (Claudia asking questions, Armand mentioning him while Lestat is on stage, the tower scene in the season 2 finale, etc.) to me reads like they're going to take it that way.

Anyway wow fuck this is so many words sorry. I'm sure there are other people who have been book fans longer than me who could speak much more eloquently on this but I've done my best to answer. 😔