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"i-is anybody even payin' attention to me...?"

[shotmrmiller]

Can i get a "Have you seen my- oh," with your roommates johnny and simon who're dating?

Specifically Johnny, because we all know he has house training, just chooses to never show it.

It's midday, you're off from work and you're aching to relieve some stress. Around this time is when Johnny gets ready to go to the gym, so you lock your door and pull your pants down.

Your nerves are stretched thin from work, the heavy traffic, your boss that won't get off your ass about a project that's due 2 weeks from now.

And you haven't gotten laid since the guys moved in- so about a year ago. It doesn't help that they're both too good looking and the icing on that cake is that they're dating each other.

You also feel wrong imagining that it's their hands that touch your chest and slick cunt, but nothing gets you off faster, nowadays.

so with a slightly guilty conscience, your hand travels down to your sex, and begins to draw small, light circles on your bundle of nerves, and slowly sink two clever fingers into your swollen entrance.

The door busts wide open, knob slamming into the back wall. "Hey, bonnie, have you seen my- oh."

You locked the fucking door. Right?

"The door wasn't locked," he quickly explains, but his eyes don't stray from where your hand is.

"I'm sure it wasn't, Johnny. Now please get the fuck out."

He instead steps inside, gently closing the door behind him.

Uh oh.

"Need a hand? Ah promise I'm good with them. My mouth too, ask Simon."

Johnny also doesn't wait for you to answer, just brazenly walks to the corner of the bed and crawls his way over until his warm breath fans over your bare pussy.

"Jus' helpin' a friend in need, aye?"

He moves your hand, hissing when he sees thick strings of arousal on your fingertips and licks a flat stripe from your hole to your swollen clit.

oop.

When Simon comes back from whatever the hell he was doing, you're already asleep in your room, drained from the amount of peaks he brought you to with his fingers and tongue.

Johnny drags Simon into the bedroom and pulls him in for a kiss; sliding his tongue into Simon's mouth.

Simon moans when he gets a taste of what he just knows is you.

Heady arousal is strong on Johnny's tongue- and Simon throbs in his pants, yearning for more.

[323cutie]

i have to bother someone about this cause what is his problem; new wy courreges footage. cum gutters dot com -🫧

cum gutters dot com is SENDING MEEEEEE. this ones for u nonnie (and also for me). also i was listening to sleep token while writing this so do with that info what you will

cw ୨୧ making out (kind of), insinuated sexting, wooyo being a little shit as always, ab riding<3, dirty talk (like filth nasty almost), teasing, finger sucking, breeding kink but like BARELY, mention of penetrative sex but it doesn't actually happen

18+ mdni!!

Your brain clocks back in just enough to fully grasp Wooyoung's words.

His hands stall, but don't stop, their caressing of your body, curious eyes watching your face as you comprehend. You swallow and he grins, hands running up your back to push you closer to him. You shift and grind over his lap and both of you sigh at the friction.

Knowing full well what he said, you ask, "what?"

Wooyoung hums, nosing at the junction of your shoulder and your neck before licking a small stripe along your artery. "Talkin' so much about how hot I was," he starts, voice fake-sweet in your favorite way. "I remember your texts, too, baby. Ride my abs."

Your body involuntarily shivers and he laughs, pleased with how easy it is for him to get under your skin. He's right, unfortunately -- every night he was away for Paris fashion week was filled with miserable, horny text messages from you about how sexy he looked, how pretty his skin was, how mad you were that he didn't give you any warning about his outfits. And since he came over it's all you've been able to think about, all you've been able to say... in no time at all you're adjusting your position on the couch and pushing him to lay down on his back.

"You're so annoying," you say, pushing your panties down and refusing to look at the wet spot on the center lest Wooyoung decides to tease you about that, too. Your hands pull his shirt up just enough so that you have room to move and you sigh through your next works. "Total freak."

He hums, patient, letting you feel him up. "It's my job as your boyfriend," he answers cheekily, leaning forward to grab at your ass and pull you up. "Can practically smell how much you want it, baby, come on."

Your face and ears burn but you let him guide you forward until you're sitting on his torso, pussy nudged perfectly between the ridges of his abs. If you wanted to be romantic about it you could, something about how every part of you fits together with him, but you move your hips forward and the pressure and pattern is so good you think your brain starts melting.

"That's it," Wooyoung encourages once you pick up a rhythm, jaw dropped to his chest as he watches you move. "Fuck, sweetheart, look at you. So wet... pretty pussy loves this, huh? Feels good?"

You moan and he mirrors it, but he grabs your face to meet your eyes. "I asked a question, baby. Feelin' good?"

You're nodding before you even realize it, frantic, already panting. Wooyoung grins, tenses his abs, watches your pace falter because it's just too good. "Didn't know you were so easy," he says, hand resting on your hip. You feel crazy, the pleasure blurring the edges of your sight while Wooyoung's words go straight to your core. "Missed me that bad? You're fucking drooling... can't wait to fuck you, haven't been in this pussy for so long, gonna fill you up just right --"

You cut him off by shoving two fingers in his mouth, hooking them over his tongue so he stops talking. He whines and in turn you grind a little faster. "S...Shut up," you mumble out. Your apartment is filled with pants and whimpers and the sounds of you dripping all over his abs, and even now you feel insatiable. The promise of Wooyoung fucking you presses deliciously against your ass when you move back far enough.

"Gonna come first," you breathe out, meeting Wooyoung's eyes. They're glassy and dark, and you feel him bite down on your fingers hard enough to ache. "G-Gonna come, then you can fill me up."

[ddejavvu]

pairing: aaron hotchner x reader

summary: your BeReal for the day is, perhaps, a little too real

contents/warnings: smut (18+, minors dni)

There's no mistaking the notification that chimes on your nightstand. It's BeReal, the unique sound lets you know, and you're not in the best position right now to answer it.

You're in the best position, period. You're sprawled out against Aaron's silky bedsheets, the fabric soothing and cool against your flushed skin. You're sweaty, hot, and bothered, your cunt begging for more as Aaron drives his cock repeatedly through your sopping folds.

"Fuck," You hiss, partially at the feeling of Aaron's teeth scraping at your collarbone, and partially because you panic at the sound, "Aaron, my- gimme my phone."

"Don't you think this is a little more important?" He grunts, nearly knocking his skull into your jaw as he lunges for a kiss. He takes you by surprise, and you're nearly pulled away from your urgency to post when his tongue practically slips down your throat.

You nearly gag on it, and your nails take a break from scratching up his back to weave through the short strands of hair at the back of his neck. It's not long enough to tug, but he huffs at the feeling of your nails scraping across his scalp, and rocks his hips into yours slightly faster.

"Oh, fuck, Aaron," You pant when he finally lets you breathe, burying his head in your shoulder to bite at the skin there instead, "Aaron this is so hot, I wanna- please, I wanna post it."

"No face," He instructs, and you're more than happy to choose a different area of his body to focus on, "Don't need Garcia figuring us out."

The moans that escape your mouth, albeit muffled by Aaron's own, are so pornographic that you're paranoid they'll somehow be captured in the photo you snap. When you finally get your hands on your phone you aim it at Aaron's back, as well as the red stripes left by your newly manicured nails, and snap a photo. Then, with the front camera, your jaw that's been sucked sore by Aaron, and in the corner of the shot, his short black hair and strong jawline nestled against your skin. You keep it just as he's instructed, vague enough of a profile so that your coworkers shouldn't be able to figure out that it's him, and his post without a second thought. You feel the buzzings of replies soon after, but you're no longer capable of caring about them while they vibrate against your nightstand, much happier to focus on Aaron's relentless jackhammering into your pulsating cunt.

--

Gathering in the conference room the next day means that you get a lot of shit-eating grins. You'd expected it, what with the soft porn you'd posted, and you're surprised when even Rossi offers you his congratulations.

"Nice going, kiddo," He knocks elbows with you, and you laugh sheepishly.

"You saw?"

"Morgan filled me in," He nods, "Garcia was the first one to know, of course, but it spread very quickly."

You don't have it in you to be embarrassed in front of your team too badly. You're all adults, and they're more proud of you than anything, even if Reid's smile is extra awkward today.

"Just be glad Hotch doesn't have the app," Emily laughs, and for a moment you forget that they don't know you're together. But you play it off with a wry smile towards her as your Unit Chief walks through the door, and you're happy to let your attention drift to him as he speaks.

His tone is authoritative, like always, and you fight to stop something from stirring between your legs. You tune into what he's saying instead, something about a double homicide in Kansas, and that helps dissuade any distracting thoughts you might have had.

"-and those pictures are... not on the monitor." Aaron narrows his eyes at the black screen, and Garcia nearly breaks the remote trying to get it to respond.

"Sir, I'm trying! I'm sorry," She frets, mashing all of the buttons at once in her panic, "It's not working, I- I think the batteries might be dead?"

"I changed them two weeks ago," Hotch shakes his head while taking the remote from her, stepping up towards the monitor to fiddle with the buttons beneath it, "It's alright, Garcia, it's not your fault."

He cranes his head down to peer at remote in his hand, intent on making sure no acid has leaked from the batteries, but when he does so, the back of his neck is no longer covered by his shirt collar, and it's bright red.

There's clear marks from your nails, red streaks that haven't faded in the mere hours they've been left alone and probably won't for another day. It barely takes any time for a room of profilers to connect two and two, and Penelope's position as technical analyst doesn't hinder her realization.

Your hand shoots over your mouth as the rest of your team exchanges incredulous gasps and jeers, all looking rapidly between you and Hotch. He turns to raise an eyebrow at them all and his eyes land on your bashful grin.

"Remind me to rub some aloe on the back of your neck when we get home," You mumble sheepishly, and there's only more scandalized comments made about how you two go home together.

Aaron's jaw clenches and he sighs defeatedly at the realization that you've both been caught, a hand flying up to cup the back of his neck.

Everyone waits with bated breath to hear what he has to say for himself but he can't manage to muster up anything to save the awkward situation.

"We'll look at the details on the jet," He grumbles, setting the faulty remote on the counter and snatching his bag off of the ground beside his chair, "Wheels up in thirty, and we never speak of this again."

[mortal-ethos]

Polytrix x reader but the reader is actually Derpy the tiger who could transform into a human form the whole time (gn!reader)

Mira and Zoey warm up to you pretty quickly, Zoey much faster than Mira, and you've been cuddling with them on Rumi's bed for quite some time. Rumi comes into the bedroom from taking a shower, silently as per usual, and she scares the crap out of all three of you. The girls shriek as you make a deep cat-like groaning sound and roll off the bed. Rumi immediately runs up to the girls, apologizing profusely as they try to reassure her everything is fine. You slowly lift yourself up from the floor, the knock to the ground having disoriented you, and find your groaning has turned into... Words.

"Ngh, that could've felt better."

The girls voices go silent immediately. And your heart beats in your chest. Uh oh. You turn to look at them slowly, as their jaws nearly reach the floor. You barely see yourself, out of the corner of your eye, in the mirror beside you. Your skin is bluish in tint, with striped dark blue short hair and cat ears. Your sharp fangs peek out slightly from your lips and you sigh.

"I should go." Your bright orange eyes scan over them as Zoey is the first one to speak, taking in a deep and sharp breath.

"You're a person too?!" Her voice is high pitched and your ears twitch. You start shuffling backwards and tip over Rumi's metal waste bin. Your ears perk up as you slowly turn your head towards it. You kneel down quickly and with both hands, carefully place it up right. Or try to, at least, as you drop it from a few inches above the ground and it spins around itself before falling over again. You do this a couple times before Rumi sighs in exasperation and goes over to the bin and places it upright. You slowly look up to her and blink.

"I almost had it."

"I'm sure you did." She says kindly before she crosses her arms in front of you, and you look down in shame. You sit on your knees, your legs pulled in, and lean forward drastically, your forehead flat against the floor.

"I'm very sorry for not telling you earlier. I'm not good at interacting with people when I'm... A person. Everyone likes the tiger more. That is why I stayed as a tiger. I understand I betrayed your trust. I will leave now." You move to sit up straight as a hand softly catches the top of your head. You look up to see that it's Rumi's hand, as she scratches behind your ears like she normally does. Her gaze is inquisitive and you try to restrain yourself but fail. A deep purring reverberates from your chest and fills the room. You stare at her in awe for a few moments before quickly forcing your head back to the ground with a bang, and the girls wince. "It has been a long time since I have not been a tiger. I apologize for my odd tendencies."

"Not like they're any stranger than Rumi's." Mira jokes and Rumi in response gives a short, "hey!"

The pink haired girl laughs. "As if you don't purr when you're scratched behind the ears." This makes Rumi's cheeks flush with red. Zoey is basically vibrating with excitement as she speaks.

"Okay, okay, but I have so many questions. Can the bird shapeshift too?"

"Oh, him? No, he's just like that. He's always been like that."

"How can you transform into a tiger?"

"I don't know. I've been able to for as long as I can remember."

"Is it because you used to be a tiger?"

"I don't know, it's possible."

"What's your opinion of zoo tigers?" The last question makes Mira grab her face to turn to her.

"Zoey, focus." The dark haired girl mumbles a confirmation before they turn back to you.

"Have you ever seen us, uh..." Rumi asks awkwardly, and pauses. You look back up to her and wait patiently as she struggles to finish the sentence but Mira finishes it for her.

"Naked. Doing embarrassing stuff. Any of that?" She says curtly and your eyes go wide.

"I promise, I have never seen any of you in unsightly circumstances. Despite my dishonesty previously, I would never do such a thing." The girls all look between themselves, in relief but still uneasy. Rumi walks forward to the girls as they softly discuss what to do next, as your ear perks up to a sound outside the window. You slowly turn your head towards it, and crawl forward. You sniff the air, an acrid stench filling your nostrils, and a growl bubbles up from deep within your stomach. Your crawl becomes a prowl, as your shoulders tense and bunch, your spine curves and your feet flex. Soon your presence fills up much more space, your skin turning to a cobalt hide, paws padding against the floor, claws digging into carpet. The girls aren't so engrossed in their conversation that they don't notice the giant cat has returned.

"Uh, what're you doing?" Mira asks cautiously, and your big bright eyes stay focused ahead. The window to the balcony is open thankfully, and you walk onto it. The girls get up quickly to follow you, and within an instant you find the stench. Above you, a demon, of average build and strength, perched upon the roof. With a quick lunge and a careful descent, your mouth contains the demon's torso. Your teeth dig in and you hear the demon plead for mercy, confused why you would attack one of your own. Your wide eyes don't change, as you slowly apply more and more pressure. The girls just stare at you, baffled by the sight before them. They slowly pull their weapons from the Honmoon, and you hear its song ringing in your head. Your eyes close peacefully, as you accept a fate you would only expect from having betrayed the demon hunters. And with the sound of a swipe beside your ears, the blade itself singing through the air, the smell of rotten meat and sulphur disappearing, your eyes open again. The demon within your maw is gone. You look up to the girls again, confused, though you know your eyes can't show it. They allow their weapons to return to the Honmoon, and small smiles come to their faces.

"I guess since you're human, too, we can give you actual food now." Mira ponders smugly and Zoey lights up.

"Oh! Oh! I wonder if you like ramyeun! Have you ever had it before?" She asks quickly, and you hope your head tilt conveys your unfamiliarity with the product. She gasps and runs away, yelling, "You're gonna try mine first!"

Mira follows after her, laughing, leaving you and Rumi where you first met. She gives you a soft smile and crouches down. She holds the side of your furry face, and you let your form disintegrate. Dark blue flecks float into the air as your flesh returns, your eyes burn as they search her face. You're not certain exactly for what though, you find her hard to read.

"Let's get you some clothes, huh?" She says, and you realize for the first time that you have been naked... This whole time. Your cheeks darken, as you push your head forward to the ground again, your palms beside it.

"I am so sorry for my indecency! You are too kind!" Your voice booms and she laughs.

"it's not the craziest thing I've seen tonight. It's okay. But maybe you should come inside?" She takes your hands and lifts you up, careful not to stare at you. It's been... You're not sure how long it's been since you've stood on two feet. She helps you walk inside, as you squeeze her offered arm and steady yourself on the railing of the balcony. She gives you some oversized sweatpants and a top, and it's... Warm. Soft. Cozy. Almost like your fur. The girls stuff your belly with human food, and Zoey tries to pry out of you which of the ramyeun was your favorite. Mira asks you questions about yourself as Rumi examines your more demonic features.

"So, we've been calling you Derpy for a while... Sorry about that. What's your actual name?" Mira asks, and your eyes go wide.

"Oh. I don't..." You look down to your hands, the hands you haven't seen in hundreds of years. Your brow furrows, an expression you forgot you could make. "I don't know." The girls sit in a sad silence for a little bit before Rumi speaks up.

"Well, Derpy is kind of... rude. With everything considered. What about...," she thinks for another couple seconds before continuing. "What about Pureun?"

"Pureun? Like, just 'blue'?" Zoey asks, her mouth full of noodles, and Rumi shrugs. You let the word settle on your shoulders, sit in your stomach, and you feel almost a fluttering. A smile reaches your face, a real smile, and you look up to the girls.

"I like that." The girls take a second before softening their gazes and smile back at you.

Pureun. Yeah, that will do.

[planete777]

꒰ EYES ON ME .:. LN4 ꒱

( lando norris x reader )

IN WHICH. y/n rides lando in his gaming chair (based on this ask)

WARNINGS. 18+, MINORS DNI!, riding, unprotected p in v (safe sex guys!!!), slight dirty talk, pure filth imo 🤭

NOTE. when i saw this ask i was like 'YES.' so here it is!!! nothing much to say other than enjoy <33

SIDENOTE. requests are closed!! my brain has been milked dry of everything writing. i have 2 in-progress works so i will still upload those then probably go on a small writing break <3 also dividers are not mine, creds to the owners

edited to add tag on banner

lando's whimpering.

he's actually fucking whimpering and it's then he knows that he's absolutely drowning in everything y/n. her hands digging into his shoulders, her thighs squeezed into the impossible space of his gaming chair and her pussy, her fucking pussy is clenching him so tightly that he feels light headed, as if he smoked a joint.

sweat glistens on his forehead like oil, and the more y/n bounces on his dick, her breasts with her, the more whimpers leak out of his mouth and his eyebrows slant downwards.

"oh fuck— you're doing so good baby, so good," he moans, head thrown back like there's not a muscle in his neck, and y/n begins to grind as her lips suck and lick on lando's neck.

he can't do anything but just sit there and let her take control, he's completely at her mercy and his hands just rest on her hips, nails sinking into the flesh everytime a submitting flash of pleasure shoots through the nerves of his dick.

his cock throbs against the walls of her cunt, and his eyes squeeze shut so hard he swears he goes blind. it's too much, his t shirt clings to his chest like a lifeline and y/n's lips find his in a filthy, sloppy kiss that pulls his mind back to the present. he's instantly dragging his lips and tongue against her own, feeling the way her mouth grows slack and it gives him the chance to wrap his swollen lips around her tongue.

she's grinding faster, pressing so much on his cock that a loud, stretched moan escapes him like he's punched out every ounce of energy into it. it brings an insatiable ache for more, his hands gripping her ass with all it has to give and dragging her up and down his cock to milk it dry.

"fuck lando," her mouth whimpers with her head thrown back, hands on his chair's backrest. the sight is sinful before him, breasts spilling out her crop top, practically begging to be touched, and back arched so much it looks animalistic.

"come on, y/n," he pants, licking a stripe between the valley of her breasts before giving it a gentle kiss, "fuck yourself on my cock."

she's doing just that, beautifully, like she was made for his dick. her pussy squeezes and squeezes like it wants to kill him, and his hands lift and push her on his cock more and more, just as he feels her movements turn sloppy. the wet, dirty sounds of skin slapping sharply on skin makes his dick pulsate and lando's mind begs for it more as his hips raise desperately to meet y/n's.

"i'm gonna cum, lando, i'm gonna cum," she's sobbing. fucking hell, she's sobbing, and the tears glimmer in his purple leds light they're art. he's moaning and groaning, losing himself as he draws hickeys on her collar bones with reckless abandon.

"cum for me, baby."

she shakes as she lets go, walls constricting his dick like a mold and it completely shatters the tension building up in his balls. his cum shoots straight and deep into her pussy, mouth mumbling incoherently upon the skin of her neck as they ride their highs down.

"fucking hell, lan'."

he smiles tiredly, pressing a kiss into her mouth.

"you're gonna be the death of me."

that she is. for he would lose himself in the essence of his girlfriend, again and again, even if it meant leaving a game halfway through.

[karlachismylife]

Side note but Cerberus Ghost but it's hyena Cerberus

This thought graced me briefly a couple of times, but now that you said that out loud, why not make it into official first spinoff episode of the hyena 141 au?

I present to you hyena Cerberus!Ghost (and hyena task force 141) headcanons:

Tug-of-war 3 vs 1 as in every Ghost head gets to play with its own opponent out of other three boys at the same time. It's the only way they can have a chance against the mass of this huge monster, since whenever one of them tries to go one on one, he gets flung around with the piece of rope they're competing over. Yes, when they're in their human forms too. Hyena Cerberus!Ghost is a force to be reckoned with even more than normal hyena!Ghost.

Every head of the hyena Cerberus has a unique mane. The right one (the left if we're looking at him directly) is a hyena buzzcut basically, kept short and neat: it grows unevenly and quickly becomes patchy if he doesn't groom it that way. Just like with the skull shape (yes, I'm making it canon that it's not a natural pattern, but something he needs to bleach regularly, otherwise he'd have a normal cute hyena muzzle), Price is the one Ghost trusts to do that. When the fur gets too long and starts acting out, he comes to his Captain and sits patiently as John works the humming shaver, leaving a nice streak of short, thick and very fluffy to the touch fur. It's the softest out of the hyena Cerberus Ghost's manes, so it always attracts Soap's restless fingers - he buries them in the fluff, tugs and scratches, and that absolutely melts Ghost, even if he tries not to show it, since this scruff always gets particularly itchy.

The middle head has, on the contrary, the most coarse mane, it grows the longest, since it's not a liability (there really isn't a way to grab onto it in combat, the brave idiot that tries gets his hand chewed off faster than he can realize his mistake), and is striped, dirty blonde broken up with patches of brown along the long crest all the way to the back. It's the most extended one, too, going past Ghost's massive shoulder blades along his spine and slowly mingling with the shorter fur somewhere in the middle of his back.

Finally, his left head (or right if you look at him head-on) has something similar to his human hair: blond and wavy, so even if it grows as long as the middle one, it looks shorter due to the curls. It's Gaz's favourite mane, he never misses a chance to get his deft fingers into the soft strands and twirl them - or nuzzle into them and chew on them in his hyena form. Gaz also tried putting products into this mane, softening it further and trying to make the curls even more prominent, and Ghost got so pissy every time, grumbling and scowling all three mouths at Kyle, yet still allowing him to do it. If only because then he gets hyena!Gaz cuddling up to him and sniffing at the nice smells of the products massaged into Cerberus's hide...

Technically could easily be the most dominant one in the clan (until they get themselves a Queen, obviously), but requires someone's leadership over him, so never undermines Price's authority unless it's during play/train time and only without witnesses. If someone (probably a rookie, these dumb cunts always run their yappers without a single braincell active) even suggests a possibility of hyena Cerberus!Ghost overthrowing his Captain and taking his place, they get jumped by all the hundreds of kilograms of the beast, cackling at them menacingly in three voices, and cannot get up until Price calls his guard monster off.

Yes, he is extremely loyal. Ghost is in general the definition of loyalty, now make it cubic because of three heads, each with a more or less separate personality, even if they are still connected into one conscience. Complicated? No shit, but you don't really have to think too hard about it. At the end of the day, this is still Ghost, he is still a terrifying enemy and the best ally. And he has his human and hyena traits and moments just like anyone else.

Hyena Cerberus!Ghost is weak for ear caress just like normal hyena!Ghost. Reliant on hearing, he obviously demonstrates immense trust whenever he lets someone cover his plush round ears and massage them, turning him all putty and pliant, or, if it's one of the other hyena boys, lick and nibble on his tender shells, tickling them with hot breath and gentle grumbles. This is also a good way to ground him when he has a flashback or struggles mentally: cover all three pairs of his eyes and lavish some sweet attention on his ears, filling them with nothing but loving words and soft humming. No explosions or cries, no alarms allowed to go off in his heads. Only safety.

He loves to be cuddled. Any version of Ghost does, being the little spoon or laying cradled like a baby is that man's joy of life, he needs that safety cocoon, but if it's relatively hard to accomplish even with normal sized Ghost, hyena Cerberus!Ghost needs the whole clan to swarm around him in a mess of human and hyena limbs, all flanks covered and protected. When not everyone is available for a giant cuddle pile, whoever Ghost sees first, falls victim (literally) under his weight plopping on top. How come Soap is the one that gets squished the most?..

Only lets all three of his heads sleep at the same time when he feels completely safe, which isn't often, but having everyone dear to his big monstrous heart huddled around definitely helps. His right head (with the short buzzed mane) snores the loudest, but the middle one makes weird gurgling noises. It's okay though, just some trauma aftermath.

It's actually more or less impossible to put collars/collar on him because of the way his anatomy works, but it never stops everyone who loves him from trying. However, I recommend trying headbands (with bows or other season appropriate toppers - like soft antlers for Christmas or devil horns for Halloween). If you think a giant mass with three rabid, drooling, scowling snouts gets less intimidating with a pretty pink bow on the middle head, think again.

While he tolerates (hardly) headbands, he actually enjoys when you or Gaz braid tiny braids into his middle mane and put small beads or feathers or other little tokens there. He never says that, but he actually considers those lucky charms that keep him from harm.

Needs help with grooming. His mass and three heads partially glued together make it hard to reach some places on his hide, so it falls on his more than willing partners to do it for him. Everyone has their own style, with Soap being an absolutely unbearable playful menace about, Gaz going extra miles to pamper his Lieutenant and Price staying methodical, but extremely thorough. Hyena Cerberus!Ghost's hide is always in the best condition no matter what trouble he gets into, because there are people (hyenas) that love him. And will lick him clean of blood whenever he gets drenched in it.

Actually hates being alone. One-headed Ghost, human or hyena, already prefers to always be a silent presenсe in his partners' vicinity, but three heads and the jumbled thoughts, voices and other unpleasant experiences that come with those, make him even less of a loner than everyone thinks. Having Johnny talk/cackle all of his ears off is a much better alternative to being consumed with three separate inner monologues that sometimes take him to very, very dark places.

One of his (and everyone's in the clan) favourite things is to hug him around his partially grown together necks. Hyena Cerberus!Ghost is a thick boy, so you need to spread your arms veeeery wide to grasp all his might in an embrace, but it always feels like drowning in the softest, fattest, sweetest giant plushie. Three fluffy snouts nuzzling the hugger's head, low, slightly distorted purring coming out of three throats. Hyena Cerberus!Ghost needs love, and he is finally at the point in his life, where he has it in abundance.

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[kaybugga]

Random HC cuz' I'm bored

Take some silly lil' headcannones I'm writing while I take a break from writing "WHATS UP DANGER?"

Mina Ashido:

Huge DTI player, like, all day everyday. Vip? Check. Custom Makeup? Check. Faster walking? Check. Double money? Check. She has it all, including every code known to man

If she weren't a hero, she would've gone into something cosmetology related. Nails, hair, makeup, lashes, that kind of thing.

As a little kid, she had a birthday party where someone came as a party princess for her 4th or 5th birthday before her quirk came in. The princess was hugging the kids goodbye, and Mina was SUPER upset that her favorite princess had to go. She held onto the poor girl who was trying to get to another birthday party, and in that moment, Mina's quirk manifested, melting the sparkly pink princess dress, making Mina cry even harder.

"Oh no, I ruined your dress, I'm sorry princess!" "Oh, hon', it's okay- accidents happen." *cries even harder*

Denki Kaminari

Had a kick ass Pokémon card collection from elementary to middle school, and keeps it in his dorm but is afraid to show people because of rude ppl in middle school telling him Pokémon cards were dumb, including a girl he had liked

I can see him liking lemon water but fully denying it when people ask him

I can see his parents getting divorced when he was pretty young, and there was one time where his mom got a boyfriend he did NOT like at all, ended up electrocuting him multiple times before they ended up breaking things off

"Denks, hon', why don't you like him?" "He isn't good enough for you, mommy!" "Why do you say that?" "He doesn't like dinosaurs, who doesn't like dinosaurs?!"

Momo Yaoyorozu:

She LOVES a giant, juicy burger with everything; lettuce, tomatoes, onions, BACON, cheese, everything that belongs on a burger is there.

LOVE LOVE LOVES smutty romance books but won't tell a soul because people think it's weird/gross

At one point at UA, she had a huge thing where she was insecure about her stretch marks REALLY badly, but all the girls in 1A reminded her how beautiful she was and how her body didn't define her, ESPECIALLY YOUR GIRL (Y/N)

"God, I hate my stretch marks." "Girl, what the heck?! Why?" "I don't know... Just makes me feel... fat I guess." "If I ever hear you call yourself fat again I swear on All Might himself that I will slap you. Think of them like tiger stripes! Tigers are wickedly cool, strong, beautiful!"

Katsuki Bakugo:

Afraid for anyone to find out he needs hearing aids from his explosions

Intense skin care routine, has a headband and everything

He has reading glasses, and reads all the time in the comfort of his dorm. Hate me, but I can totally see him reading historical fiction books and wondering how people managed to do anything without quirks.

"Can you believe what it would be like without quirks?" "Not really, why?" "I'm reading this book-" "You read?!" "Shut the hell up! The book I'm reading talked about people in ancient Japan using bows and arrows to fight. Isn't that so weird to think about?" "Bakugo, what on Earth are you saying?" "God, you're too stupid to understand it. Forget it."

Tsuyu Asui:

Loves finger painting and will never stop

Multiple times as a teen, she would sneak out, not to do anything bad, no. She would sneak out to go to the ponds and chill with the frogs because they're most active at night

In elementary, she had this really mean kid that bullied her because of her quirk. This kid would make the most out of hand comments and really tried her hardest to annoy Tsu, but she just wouldn't budge. Until one day, she made a comment about her tongue, which was the final straw for her.

"Eww, why is your tongue so long?!" "Can you stop, please?" "Why would I do that? Your quirk is so- Ack! Ew, ew, ew, get it off me!" "I told you to stop." "Okay, okay! I'll stop, just get the stupid frog off of me!"

[glubglubgurgle]

bruised apples (CHAPTER 13-14)

reunion and rewards :3

CHAPTERS 1-9

CHAPTER 10

CHAPTERS 11-12

pairings: caleb/unnamed afab mc

tags: fluff and love, sex SEX SEX SEX, bjs, p in v action, fingering!, they're both switches and theyre both super desperate !! reunion sex, reward sex

word count: 6k

a/n: ending! i'll upload an epilogue tho :3 im really bad w endings bcs i have attachment issues but i hope this is okay TT also im still new to writing smut so pls be nice !!! enjoyyy

chapters 13-14 below!!!

chapter 13

“Caleb…” she gasped. Her face was pressed against the pillow while her hands gripped at the fabric besides her head. Her ass was up in the air as Caleb continued to mercilessly pound in and out of her. “It’s been…” She let out a moan as he continued to hit her at an angle with his cock. “...five times…how is this even possible…?” Her right hand moved to her mouth, as if she was attempting to hold back her noises.

Caleb instantly grabbed her hand and put it behind her back, “I can’t…help myself. You look so pretty for me.” He grunted. His worries of being a one-pump-chump dissipated as he magically gained the stamina and strength to go for over an hour. “Don’t bother holding your pretty sounds back either, you don’t wanna hurt my feelings now, do you?” His left hand reached underneath her to play with her clit as he continued to go in and out of her. “Can’t you come one more time for me, baby? I wanna feel it again…just one more time…I promise.” He had been promising the same thing the past two times,  but he was sure he was going to pass out soon. He couldn’t help himself. He didn’t know if he was making up for lost time or making sure they both had enough memories for the next few weeks that they wouldn’t be together. 

Both, he thought.

“I’m going to kill you…once we’re done. So help me god…” She stuttered out. Despite her words, she pushed herself back onto him to meet his thrusts. The knuckles gripping onto the sheets turned a paler color, and her breath quickened. 

“Fuck…” Caleb’s breath hitched as she moved with him. “Your words are so mean, yet you’re still being so good for me.” The pace of his fingers turned faster as he felt the familiar pressure around him. “I’ll be done after this last one, I promise it this time…” He leaned down to lick a stripe up her back towards her ear. “I just want all of you to remember me.” He whispered to her as he came with her. Caleb was sure nothing was coming out of him anymore, but he pulled out regardless. Even though he already finished inside her the first time, he just didn’t know how birth control really worked and how much of him it could really handle.

He collapsed beside her as they tried catching their breath. He felt sticky and sweaty. The room’s air was thick and warm. Nonetheless, he was in a pure state of euphoria. His legs felt like jelly and he was seeing stars, but he got up on his feet to grab a towel and water for the both of them. 

She threw a weak punch at his leg. “Once I get the energy again…I’m going to kill you.” She mumbled against the pillow. “I’m so tired.” 

He chuckled, kneeling down by her face. “Was it good at least?” He held her hand in his and kissed her knuckles. “You can lie all you want, but I felt you.” Caleb said, smirking. She turned her face to the other side to hide her reaction, eliciting another breathy laugh from him. “Stay awake just a bit longer, we need to rehydrate.”

“Hold on.” She said, pushing herself up from the bed before raising her arms to Caleb. “I need to pee.” 

He carried her bridal style into the bathroom, her head slumped against his chest. He pressed a kiss to the top of her head before setting her down on the toilet. “I’ll get us water while you do your business. Do you want to take a bath or…?” He asked.

She shook her head. “Later.” And then pushed him away.

While she was in the bathroom, Caleb wiped himself off with a damp rag and drank water. He put on bottoms before grabbing one of his shirts to give to her. “Are you done yet?” He called out to her before pushing the door open. He found her slumped on the toilet. 

“I’m so mad at you, right now.” She muttered, still awake. 

Holding back his laugh, he knelt down in front of her and flushed the toilet. He then slipped the shirt onto her, before grabbing the wipes beside the toilet. Caleb lugged her over his shoulder like a sack of rice and cleaned her up, making her twitch under his touch. He was surprised there wasn’t any argument coming out of her as he walked her back to the bed. He gently laid her back down on the bed as he went over her exposed body with a new damp rag. “I’ll be more gentle next time, Pipsqueak.” He said, moving the hair stuck on her forehead. He could’ve sworn there was a flash of disappointment in her eyes, but he didn’t dwell on it. “Now get up and drink water, and then we can sleep in.” 

-

He woke up, sore all over. He never experienced the ache he felt in his private area. Caleb wasn’t sure if was going to ever recover. He stretched his arm out and grabbed his phone from the nightstand to check the time. He managed to sleep in until eleven in the morning, something he hadn’t done since he was in middle school. Caleb was always up early in the morning to prepare the day for everyone in the house. 

He looked beside him to find her snoring in her sleep. He wanted to let her sleep longer, but he also wanted to spend more time with her before she had to go home later that day. He traced her facial features softly with his fingertips, tucking stray hairs behind her ear. Caleb then moved the hair that covered her neck to look at the damage done from their night of fun. He admitted to himself that he went too far with marking her. And this was just from what was visible from the shirt. He knew there was much more underneath. Despite it looking a bit alarming, multiple reddish-purple splotches around her, he couldn’t help but smile. 

“Stop staring at me.” She mumbled, peeking at him with one eye. “You’re buying me a new concealer, by the way.” She scooted closer to him, wrapping an arm around him and nuzzling her cheek against his chest. “Do I have to go home today?”

Caleb frowned. “Maybe you should just drop out and I can hide you here until I graduate, yeah?” He was only half-joking in his heart. If she agreed, he would have made the call to her school in the following second. He would have gone on apartment finders and applied to three jobs to be able to pay for a home for her. 

She sighed, “How about YOU drop out and come back home with me. You can be a househusband and I can be the Hunter breadwinner.” 

His heart swelled with the word husband. He thought he was the only one who was thinking that far ahead. Ever since he knew that she was the one he wanted to marry, he had the wedding venue, menu, and children's names already listed in his mind. “Anything you want, Pipsqueak.” He kissed the top of her head. 

His phone began to ring. Gideon’s name and face was plastered on the screen and he answered, rolling his eyes. “Hey, she’s going home today, right? Do you wanna take her to that soup place near the train station? My treat.” 

“Soup?” If her ears could, Caleb swore they would have perked up like a dog hearing the word ‘treat.’

“Yeah, soup sounds good. Meet at the gate around one?” Caleb agreed.

“See you.” And Gideon hung up.

Caleb set his phone down and wrapped his arms around her, squeezing her closer to his chest. “Now that you’re mine, I don’t know how I’ll let you go this time.” There was a little sting in his eyes, as he thought about how much emptier his bed was going to feel. 

“Just do your best to come back to me as soon as possible. I’ll be patient if you will.” She mumbled against him. “Now let me sleep a little longer, just keep holding me.”

-

At the restaurant, they all ordered the same thing since it was what the restaurant was known for. Once they received their bowls, Caleb made a face towards the piled up cilantro. 

“So, what did you think of Skyhaven?” Gideon asked as he passed her the sauces.

“Campus is cool. Your guys’ dorms look really sick. I’ve heard horror stories about the dorms at Linkon U so I wasn’t sure what I’d walk into.” She nodded. She then reached over with her chopsticks to Caleb’s bowl, picking out the cilantro to move to her bowl. “I had a lot of fun at the shooting range, by the way. Thanks for letting me come!” She smiled at him as she continued to clear out every leaf from his bowl.

Caleb felt warm inside because of her thoughtfulness. He always knew that she was as caring and genuine as she was pretty, but just the fact that he was finally able to call this angel his was making him blush.

“Yeah about that…how did you do that?” Gideon asked her, dumbfounded. “I’ve been shooting there since the beginning of the semester but you outscore me on your first time?”

She shrugged, mixing up her soup before taking a bite. “I feel like it was just beginner’s luck. I hope it continues to be good in the future though.”

“Oh, Pipsqueak. When do you hear back from the Hunter’s Academy?” Caleb asked.

“Next month, I think. I’m terrified.” She shuddered. “I don’t know what I’d do if I don’t get in.” She let out an exasperated sigh before taking another bite.  

Caleb reached over to take her free hand under the table. “They’d be stupid to not let you in, Pip. Don’t worry too much.” 

“Yeah, with that shot. You’re definitely gonna do great.” Gideon agreed. 

Gideon finished first and had to go back to school for another club meeting. “It was really nice meeting you, I didn’t appreciate the whole bed incident but…you’re cool. Hope to see you again soon.” He said to her, making her turn red, before waving his goodbyes.

The two of them continued to eat, slowly. As if to savour the time left they had together before she had to go back to Linkon. A comfortable silence settled between the two. Stolen glances from each person, fingers still interlocked under the table. 

chapter 14

Although it was a rough transition, they were able to survive the time apart from each other. Caleb normally waited for her to call first, but as time went by and his patience became thinner from the distance, he ended up being the one blowing up her phone. She had random crying spells when he was unable to come home for the weekend and Gideon had to always talk him out of dropping everything to go see her. 

The first week was the hardest because once she returned to school, they both realized that she never reached out to Eric. She came home that Monday frantically ranting to Caleb with how awkward it was. Thankfully for her, and thankfully for Caleb’s temper, they coincidentally had a seat change the following week. Caleb wondered if he’d ever tell her that about the phone call he made their grandma make to her teacher, but he thought it wasn’t necessary. 

He was finally able to go back home a month later. He made sure that weekend was free for her, because it was the weekend that her results came out to see if she made it into the academy she wanted. Caleb was sure she was going to make it, but the days leading up to the decision, she was irritable and nervous. Caleb knew that even if she didn’t make it into the academy, he would work two jobs to keep her comfortable during the gap. He just wasn’t worried because even though she could come off as clumsy, she’s hardworking and smart. It’s what he admired about their relationship. The fact that he felt like she still needed him to protect her, yet of push comes to shove, she’s fully capable herself. One of his big flaws is that he has a hard time showing it to her, which may have led to her being more irritable. Caleb has always treated her to be softer than she actually is, which could have led to her lack of confidence. He couldn’t help but be protective of her. 

Caleb secretly didn’t even want her to be a hunter, fully. He wants her to follow his dreams, but knows what the job entailed. Even as strong and smart as she is, casualties still occur. And he knows that she felt the same about him and his dream. He just hoped that the luck he had received from being close to her in this lifetime, would stretch out to protect the two of them for a long while. 

On his way home to her, he picked up a bouquet of her favorite flowers and her favorite drink. He prepared his speeches for either scenario of her getting in or not. He had no reason to be nervous, yet her emotions made him a wreck. His palms felt sweaty holding the bouquet and his chest felt tight. Yet the moment he saw the front of their home, every weight left his shoulders because he was back home: her.

He walked in to find Gran preparing to leave the house. “Oh thank god you’re here. She’s in her room constantly refreshing that page. I would stay…but honestly she’s been scary this past week. I’m going to the mountains this weekend…I trust you to take care of her.” She held up her suitcases and patted him on the arm. “I know she’s going to make it in, I’m not worried…I do worry about you, though. Be careful.” She gave an apologetic smile and then went on her way. 

Although it was a bit weird for Gran to leave on such an occasion, it was no surprise that she was heading up the mountain. It’s been a common occurrence ever since the two of them were able to stay at home alone. Caleb just shrugged it off and set his own luggage by the front door before walking to her room.

Her door was closed and he knocked before walking in. Her eyes were still glued to the screen, refreshing every now and then. “Babe?” Caleb called out softly so as to not scare her.

Her head turned around quickly enough to concern him. Her eyes were wide and she instantly got on her feet to walk towards him, wrapping her arms around him. “Caleb…” Her face nuzzled into his chest as he reciprocated the hug as best as he could with full hands. “I missed you.” She rested her chin on his chest to look up at him. “Thank you for coming.” She said, smiling. Eyebags were present under her eyes, yet they still twinkled when they met with him. 

She was in a nightgown that he had never seen before. It was silk with spaghetti straps and the neckline hung low enough to display her cleavage. The dress stopped right above mid-thigh and had a slit on the side. He wanted to be shocked but was too enamored by her presence itself  in front of him.

Caleb couldn’t help but lean down to kiss her. Something he had been craving for weeks while watching her talk through his screen. He kept it short and sweet because if he went any further, he knew he would not have been able to stop. He pulled away and smiled at her, backing up far enough to show her his presents. 

“Hehe, thank you.” Her mood seemed to have perked up as she saw and she instantly grabbed the two before going back to her desk. Taking a sip of her drink, she promptly refreshed her page. 

“Do you know the time window they release the information?” He asked, walking behind her. He softly placed a kiss on the top of her head, inhaling the scent of her.

She sighed, “Maybe in the next hour? But I’ve seen online that sometimes they release it an hour earlier or an hour later.” Her knee bounced up and down from being anxious. 

His fingers played with the strap of her nightgown. “Is this new?” Curiosity filled his head as he was finally able to fully look at her. The dress rode up her thighs as she was sitting down, making Caleb feel all sorts of things.

She smirked up at him, raising her eyebrow. “Wondering who bought it for me?” She joked, instantly earning an angrily confused look from Caleb. Laughing, she rolled her eyes. “You’re too easy…I bought it a while back, but I just felt like wearing it today.” She shrugged, turning her attention back to the computer screen. 

He pursed his lips, humming an acknowledgement. Nodding, he said, “Let me change and then I’ll wait with you here.” He didn’t want to sit on her bed with the clothes he had been sitting on in the train so he went to his room. Things seemingly untouched until he opened his closet. He chuckled softly realizing that a lot of his hoodies had gone missing. 

The images of her wearing his hoodies made his head spin. He wondered if she wore it out in public, or even while she was at home. If she wore them while she slept when she missed him. And if she had anything underneath while she wore them. 

He bit his cheek trying to break himself out of his indecent thoughts, wanting to be pure and present for her while she stressed through the decisions. He also did not want to come too forward to her physically, afraid that she’d get an idea that that’s all he wanted from her.

He wanted every part of her, but he didn’t want to give any idea that it was only for physical needs. Caleb wanted to hold himself back until she made the move first. He was having a harder time than he realized so he opted to take a cold shower. 

With a clean towel and change of clothes, he walked by her room to announce his new plans before stepping into the bathroom. Even the shower wasn’t working for him. Each time he would try to think different thoughts, flashbacks of her underneath him and visions of her in his clothes overtook each and every one of them. 

Caleb sighed in defeat, exiting the shower, still half-hard. Her existence and their distance apart for a month was impossible to take care of on his own. He just hoped he was strong enough to get through the next couple of hours without pouncing her. After drying his hair with the towel, he wrapped it around his waist to steal her skincare. He didn’t really care to have his own routine, but he always loved the smell of her face whenever they kissed, he couldn’t help but use the same moisturizer to mimic it on himself. While he was rubbing it on his face, the door opened up, bumping into him. 

“Pipsqueak? Did something happen?” He stepped back to let her in. His face felt warm from being in just a towel, despite having been seen fully naked before. 

She peeked her face in, a wide smile plastered on face. “I got in!” She jumped up and down, hopping up to wrap her arms around his neck. “I got into the academy!” 

He was filled to the brim with happiness and pride. He lifted her up by the waist and spun her around, setting her down on the bathroom sink counter after a few laughs. He rested their foreheads on each other, smiling. Tears spilled out of her eyes, and he brought his thumb up to wipe them away. “I’m so proud of you, baby. I never doubted it for a second.” He kissed her tears away and looked at her with pure amazement. “You have worked so hard for this and I know you’ll keep doing your best. You’re a strong woman, and I am so happy to be able to call you mine. Soon-to-be world’s greatest hunter.”

She held onto his face, smiling ear to ear, before pulling him into a deep kiss. When she pulled away, Caleb could see there was a hint of worry in her eyes. “When I’m at the academy, and you’re also at your academy…we’re both going to be busy.” She stated, her words laced with uncertainty.

He brought his hands up to hold hers on his face, “And I will wait as long as I have to. No amount of time apart will ruin what we have. I promise.” He nuzzled his cheek into her hand, reassuring her. 

“You can’t find someone else at your academy.” She pouted up at him.

He smirked. Her jealousy lit something inside of him. He knew that if he thought about the opposite scenario, he would go absolutely insane. But he found it cute when she was jealous. “You worried, honey?”

There was a slight shiver that he barely noticed from her. 

“Do you like it…” He leaned in closer to her, tilting her chin up with his right hand, “When I call you that…honey?”

A smile grew on her face, a mischievous smile. “Uh-huh.” Her hand trailed down from his face, down his bare chest, and then sat on his cock, growing through the towel.  “Are you gonna give me my reward yet, or does your honey….have to beg for it?” 

Caleb’s face turned red. He’s always surprised by her dominance and confidence, it made him fold like a paper airplane. A nervous chuckle bubbled out of him and his knees wobbled. “What reward do you want?” He tilted his head, nuzzling his nose into her neck. “Tell me, please.” He ended up being the one to beg.

Her fingers rubbed on the tip of his covered cock, making him grow even harder in her hands. “Maybe I will…Take me to bed first.” Her fingers went from his bulge over to his hip and unraveled the towel around him. “Oops…” She feigned innocence. 

Caleb’s dick stood straight up in the air, the draft from the open bathroom door prickled his bare skin. Even though she had already seen him naked, he was still embarrassed being seen in such a brightly lit room. Once he regained his composure, he got closer to her to wrap his arms around her waist while her legs locked around his. Her arms linking each other around his neck as he scooped her up from the counter. He was expecting his dick to meet her underwear, but instead was met with slick bare skin. His breath hitched. “Are you not wearing underwear…?”

She giggled, nestling herself closer to him. Sinking herself a little further down to rub against him. “I guess I forgot to,” she tilted her head, peppering kisses up his jaw to his ear. “Hurry, please. Can’t you tell how impatient I’m getting?” A small whimper escaped her lips right into his ear as she rubbed her naked sex on his cock. 

His grip around her waist tightened as he felt her attempt to push him over the edge, mentally. He wanted to stop her hips from moving, because he knew that his control was nowhere near pristine after being away from her for a month. “Pip, please. If you keep doing that, we won’t—I won’t make it to the bedroom.” He corrected himself, trying to put all his focus on not coming on the spot. He freed his other arm to turn the bathroom lights off and then walked across the hallway into her room. 

Caleb wanted to set her down more gracefully onto her bed, but his own impatience was getting to him. As he plopped her down onto the bed, her slick folds wrapped over his dick for a split second as she slipped off of him, making Caleb hiss. 

Her hair was splayed out on her pink sheets. Her legs were spread apart, the nightgown ridden all the way up to her hips, exposing every crease and crevice to him. Glistening with sweat and arousal, it made Caleb salivate. “God, you’re so pretty…” He leaned down, getting on the bed by holding his weight with his arms. 

She tutted at him, “Nuh-uh.” She propped herself up with her elbows and used her left foot to push him away slightly. “Isn’t this my reward?” She asked, cocking her head at him. “You had your way last time, Caleb.” Pouting at him, she moved to the side of the bed and patted the spot next to her. “It’s my turn now. Lie down.”

Caleb was nervous and impatient. Yet her being in charge made him even hornier. He couldn’t tell if he liked being under her control or the idea that her being in charge really showed how much she wanted him. Whenever he was around her, it was hard to keep the confidence he normally had. Every bit of resolve he had faded to dust when he was in this state of vulnerability with her. And when he was able to take control, he felt like it was some completely different person taking over him. 

He lied down beside her like he instructed, and leaned towards her face, wanting a kiss. She seemingly obliged, bringing one of her hands up to his face to guide it closer to him, only to nuzzle their noses together. Stopping right before their lips touched.

A small whimper came out of Caleb as she pulled away, making her smirk as she pushed him flat down to the bed. She swung herself over his legs, her warm heat hovering right above his shins. “You didn’t let me do this last time…” Her eyes were wide as she wrapped both her hands around his cock, her elbows resting on his thighs. 

“Baby…please.” His hips bucked into her hands, attempting to relieve some sort of pressure. Her touch was soft like feathers and was nowhere near enough.

She dropped one of her hands onto his hips to keep him from moving, “Wasn’t I so good for you before? Can’t you do the same for me?” She furrowed her brows at him. 

Caleb was a bit worried as to how she looked and felt so confident, but when he took a closer look at her, he could see the slight hesitation and embarrassment after she said some things. He wanted to chuckle at how cute she looked but the heat in his lower stomach and all the blood rushing to his dick made it hard for him to do so. He nodded, attempting to keep himself in check as she moved her fingers up and down his length. 

Moving her hair to one side, she leaned down to lick a stripe on his tip.

Caleb groaned in her hands. “Fuck…” He wasn’t sure if she allowed it, but he propped himself up onto his elbows so he could watch her do what she wanted to.

While making eye contact, she dipped the tip of her tongue on his leaking slit, teasing and tasting him. Caleb’s moans and whimpers seemed to have egged her on, her eyes widening with curiosity. She continued to lick his tip, hesitant yet explorative. The hand that was on his cock was gripped at the base, her thumb curiously moving around. And then she opened her mouth wide, taking in his length. 

Caleb dropped his back to the bed again and threw his head back. Gripping at her pink sheets, he attempted  to keep himself from grabbing her head or thrusting into her. “Oh my god, baby.” His other hand raked through his still-damp hair. “I know…you just started but I don’t think I’ll last…You’re driving me insane.” As much as Caleb wanted to watch her, he was taking all of his willpower to not come inside her mouth without any warning.

She attempted to fit more of his length into her mouth, her other hand pumping him from his base to cover what she couldn’t. A few pumps and she pulled her mouth away, breathing heavily. “You’re so big…I can’t fit it all.” She pouted at him.

He peeked at her through his fingers, her pupils blown wide and her face was desperate. She placed kisses on his tip, moving it towards her with her hand. He pushed himself forward, taking the hand from his face to comb it through her hair. “You’re being such a good girl already, you don’t have to…” His thumb caressing her cheek. 

“I want to.” She mumbled against his tip, her words vibrating on it. “Guide me…even if I choke a little. Let me take you.” She gave him puppy dog eyes, thumping his tip on her lip, making him flinch in her hands. 

“Honey…I’m not going to last.” He was desperate to trade places now, desperate to make her feel good first. 

“Just try but I don’t mind…” She looked away sheepishly. “If you finish in my mouth, I mean.”

His dick twitched in her hands and she opened her mouth to take him in again. His fingers still raked through her hair. “Fuck. Please, baby…” He groaned. A string of moans and her name with other praises spilled out of his mouth as he softly moved her up and down his own cock.

She moaned as she took more, making him vibrate in her mouth. And he knew he was a goner. “I’m gonna…” He announced, trying to pull her off of him, but she gripped onto his thighs and kept her mouth on his cock as he came. 

Curses and praises came out of Caleb’s mouth as he emptied himself in her mouth. Both his hands held onto her head. As if he was afraid that if he let go, he was going to ascend into the deepspace. 

She pushed herself up slowly, her lips still tight around him. He let go of her head, letting her sit back up. Her lips shut, attempting to keep everything in before swallowing. The scene being completely euphoric to Caleb, he didn’t let himself catch his own breath before moving up to grab her face into a kiss. He could taste himself but he didn’t care. 

Once they pulled away to catch their breath, she looked at him with a smirk. Her hands reached up to wipe the tears from his eyes. “You’re crying again.”

Caleb turned red, burying his face into her chest. “I can’t help it…you feel too good.” His hands roamed up and down her thighs that were straddling him. Resting his chin on her breasts, he looked at her with pleading eyes, “You’re trying to make it harder for us to be apart.”

Her hand held one of his, guiding it under her dress to her heat for him to touch. Biting her lip, she shook her head. “Giving you more of an incentive to make it home to me, safe.” She pushed one of his fingers into her own entrance, groaning at the slight stretch. “Can’t you feel how much I need you, Caleb?”

He nodded, slipping another finger into her leaking hole. He scissored his two fingers in and out to be able to fit another as he watched her face scrunch with pleasure. His cock still hard and leaking even after he just came. His stamina reignited once he heard his favorite words. “Say it again…say you need me, please?” His free hand slipped down one of her straps to droop one side of her dress, so he could lick her nipple. He felt her shiver and tighten around his fingers. 

She moaned, her hands gripping his shoulders. “I–hnghf…I need you, Caleb.” She lifted her hips up and down to meet with his own hand movement, pressing her chest into Caleb’s mouth. Whimpering, she said, “I need you so much…everyday. I always need you.” She threw her head back, saying his name like a mantra in between whines and moans. 

Releasing her nipple from his mouth, he cursed as he watched the scene unfold on top of him. He curled his fingers inside of her, earning a yelp from her. “You’re driving me…fucking insane.” He groaned, growing rougher with his movements inside of her. “Come on my fingers. If you need me that much, come for me.” He commanded. His free hand kneaded her boob, the thumb moving in circular motions around her hard nipple. “Please, baby. I need you to mean it.”

She nodded, unable to form words as he continued to mercilessly go in and out of her soaking hole. His thumb rubbing on her swollen clit as he curled his other fingers inside of her. “I do…I mean all of it–Fuck!” She had an iron grip on Caleb’s shoulders as she rode out her orgasm on his hand. 

“You’re so fucking pretty, baby. I need you on my cock, please? Can you be a good girl now and take me?” His tip was as red as his ears. “I’ve been good for you, haven’t I? Please, I want to feel you.” He left no room for her to breathe after her own climax out of complete and utter desperation. 

Breathing heavily, she pulled his fingers out of her by his wrist. Then she scooted forward to hover herself over the tip of his cock, reaching down to move it up and down her dripping folds. “Say you love me…” She panted.

His breath hitched as his hips jerked upward. “I love y-”

Before he even finished, she slammed herself down his cock, instantly bottoming out with a squelch. The two groaned loudly in unison. “Oh my fucking god, you’re so big.” She tilted her head downward to crush their lips together, a kiss driven with hunger.

Caleb thought he died. The pleasure was searing hot throughout his whole body and his vision turned white as she took all of him in. He could barely kiss back. She took his tongue into her mouth, sucking on it like it was his cock a few minutes ago. He knew that if he wasn’t in such a state of bliss, he could have passed out. His hands gripped at her hips as she bounced up and down his length at a steady pace, assisting her. He pulled away from the kiss, keeping their lips touching as he praised her. “You’re so good to me…You’re so perfect…” He grunted as he felt her tighten around him. “I fucking love you..”

“I love you, Caleb.” She whined into another kiss. “Oh god, I’m gon-”

Her hips slowed down as he felt the familiar tension inside of her. He leaned back on the bed so he could fuck into her, “I know, baby…let go for me, I got you…I always do.” He groaned, taking control as she came on his cock. “You’re so perfect for me, like you were made for me.” He spewed, continuing to thrust into her.

She fell forward, her hands on his chest as he plowed into her from underneath. “Just for you…” She stuttered out as she spasmed with her orgasm.

Caleb flipped the two of them over so that he was on top, his cock still inside of her. “You can keep going, right? We have a lot of lost time to make up for.” He smirked, looking down at her, thrusting into her.

-

Caleb lost count of how many times he came that night. She was fast asleep in his arms as he rubbed circles on her arm with his thumb. As exhausted he also was, he wanted to admire the scenery in the moonlight. A scene that made him think he was in a world where it was just the two of them.

He was still in awe that he was deserving of such a life. What he once thought was a hopeless unrequited love, became the greatest real life fairy tale. Despite the small bumps in the road of their future, he knew that with her by his side, they’d get through anything.

[valentine-cafe]

May I have a lemon coconut tart, a few milk tarts and a tres leches cake please?

[Afab gn reader]

Just thinking about mutual masturbation with them!!:( They're all cooing at you for doing such a good job, and you'll all but shove your face against Rishen's arm, whining at them, rubbing your clit in tight circles!!

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🍒 𓂃 𝑶𝑹𝑫𝑬𝑹 𝑼𝑷 : dessert platter !! . . . angel, grim reaper, sorcerer ⊹ afab reader .

. ᘛ 𝑓𝑒𝑎𝑡​​​​​​​𝑢​​​​​​​𝑟​​​​​​​𝑖𝑛​​​​​​​𝑔﹕verse 9948e ꮽ  rishen aryielus

 𐔌𖹭 ˖ ࣪  who's that ?⠀﹕a graceful angel, a chaotic grim reaper & a dry sorcerer

ּ  ֗ recepit ℘ ... mutual masturbation with them ⊹ cw ٬٬ smut.

"Fuck look at you. You're so pretty baobei."

Like whirlpools swirling around in your head, the motion of circles matches the thumb on your clit. As you follow the instructions of your girlfriend, sitting next to you. Sometimes guiding the motions of your wrists and fingers.

Delicious moans roll off of your tongue and stright into the gutter of your three lovers sat around you. Jìngyí strokes his shaft along to the music you make, his eyes fluttering closed as he leans his head back against Alessio's shoulder.

"There we go, you're doing so good," Alessio coos. His dry voice bearing just the slightest of waver as he pinches his tip between his fingers and starts pumping away at his shaft soon after. Grunting quietly as you call out his name and moan.

Both of them watch as you and Rishen sit and do your thing together. She switched up today. Usually she'd have a hard erection right about now. But she decided to change it up to help you pleasure yourself a little better.

Your heart pounds in your chest as you apply pressure to the hard nub between your legs that your reaper boyfriend usually calls his favourite meal.

"Now you push your thumb up a little. Don't take the pressure off, just move it up and circle it a little faster."

The sound of wings fluttering bounces off of the walls gently for a moment as whines and moans begin trickling out of you slowly at the sparks of overwhelming pleasure strikes into your gut and flips it over and over.

"Good, Good darling," Rishen chuckles and licks a stripe up your neck as a reward. Though you're not quite coming undone on your own, you are doing exceptionally well.

Another whine threatens the borders of your throat. And you muffle it away as you bury your face into Rishen's chest and continue the hard circular motions, and buck your hips desparately to add some extra friction. Your fingers are slippery with your own juices. It's hard to keep up when they slip off at the small bucks.

Lucky you have three partners to help you out the second you call.

꒰ ۪ ˖ ࣪ 𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑢 ... info ꮽ mlist ꮽ verse ꮽ wiki . 

[borathae]

"You might not know who will find this tape and watch it or if anyone ever will, but whoever might find it will see that the days you and Taehyung spent together were bright."

Pairing: Vampire!Taehyung x Witch!Reader

Genre: established relationship!AU, Slice of Life, Fluff, Romance

Warnings: they're in love :(, running in the rain, kissing the rain, hugging in the rain, yeah there's rain if y'all didn't know yet lmao, a romantic little holiday, non-sexual nudity, sharing of a shower to warm up, they're playing dress up in the living room, they pretend to be newly weds, slow dancing, so much laughter and giggles and happiness, like besties i might actually sob this is so romantic, also she is smaller than him i'm sorry besties i know i normally try not to add too many height descriptions but i'm smaller than tae and i needed to feel something hahahah a bitch just wanted to be immersed ✊🏻😔

Wordcount: 2.7k

a/n: this is based on anonie's idea and inspired by IU's song. i love him so much, you guys. i miss him so much, i might actually start crying :( have fun besties, this is so lovely and sweet 💙

“Quick! We have to be quick!” 

“Tae, slow down please. You know that I could just open us a portal?” 

“No. It won’t work. Quick, we are almost there.”

You and he are running, trying to escape the inescapable. Your hand is clutched in his’. He is leading the way, looking over his shoulder every third step to make sure you are still keeping up with him. 

You barely are at this point. It is difficult to see. Thick stripes of his hair stick to his face, your clothes stick to your bodies. The trees shake above your heads. The birds had stopped singing a long time ago.

“How far? Tae, I can’t run anymore.”

“Just past this clearing. One last time”, he promises and looks back front. 

The end of the forest is within reach. One. Two. Three steps and you have left it behind. The inescapable still follows you, making it hard to see. 

“There! It’s there!” you call out and point at the small house in the distance. 

Taehyung turns on his heels, “one last time. Come”, he says and runs off. His hand slides from yours this way. He is so much faster than you.

“Tae! Wait for me, I’m not that fast!” you call after him, stumbling through the meadow.

He throws his arms over his head and laughs, twirling and skipping in the high grasses. 

The storm surprised you. It wasn’t supposed to rain today. That is why you and he went on this forest walk in the first place. You were deep in the woods, surrounded by nature and with the song of bird keeping you company, when the weather changed drastically and rain began pouring down. You were soaked within minutes. No matter how fast you ran, you couldn’t outrun it. You still ran. Hand in hand and with your visions blurry from the water. 

It was fun at first, but soon became less fun. You were soaked and you were cold and you wanted to be back at the house. 

Taehyung is by the lowest stairs of the front porch, watching you run to him. He is bouncing on the spot, encouraging you to speed up with squeaky cheers. 

You and he left the estate behind for the sake of going on a little holiday. Taehyung asked one of his vampire friends if they could rent him one of his forest houses for a few days and off you went. It is just you and Taehyung here, surrounded by forest and the steep cliffside with the ocean in the back.

You reach Taehyung’s side. He meets you in the middle, picking you off the ground by your waist. He twirls with you. The force of the twirls swings your legs high in the air until it feels as if you were flying. 

You squeak in laughter, holding tightly onto his shoulders as Taehyung makes you fly.

“I have you now”, he laughs.

“This is so much fun!” you squeak, throwing your head back as around you, the world blurs. 

He stops once your heads are dizzy, using the momentum to swing your legs past his body and back again to repeat it with the other side. He did this move a million times before whenever you and he went swing dancing. It never loses its spark. You are still squeaking and giggling as if it is the first time he is doing it.

Taehyung is laughing just as much. His face is contorted in happiness, his eyes barely want to stay open from smiling so brightly. 

He keeps you in his arms once he stopped swinging you, holding you under your butt and gazing up at you. You caress his shoulders and the nape of his neck, looking down at him. He is a little blurry in your vision because your head needs to recover from being twirled so much, but you don’t mind. You have Taehyung to keep you safe.

“I love when you do that”, you tell him.

“Me too. Oh darling, this was so much fun.”

“Yeah, it was”, you say, flinching in sync with him when sudden thunder and lightning strikes the earth at the same time, “holy cow, that was so loud.”

“I think it might be time for us to go inside”, Taehyung says.

“Yeah, I think so too”, you snicker.

Taehyung grins and turns to carry you inside.

You laugh, “are you going to carry me?”

“Of course. It is the least I can do after dragging you along like this.”

“Yeah true. You did drag me quite a bit, you big meanie.” 

“But you must admit that it was terribly fun to run in the rain.”

“Yes, it was. I’m cold now though. I really need something to warm me up.”

“Worry not, I shall warm you up in no time.”

“You shall?” you giggle.

“Mh-hm of course. This is what I am here for”, he says with a playful lift of his brows.

“Oh Tete, you cutie”, you smile, snuggling your face into the crook of his neck. You rub it against him this way, letting out little sounds of comfort.

Taehyung loves the affection. You give off the image of a love drunk cat this way. Taehyung really, really loves when you are this way. 

With one hand under your butt, he opens the door and slips inside the small cottage. He locks the door and with it, turns the storm into an outside friend. It grumbles and rumbles in a constant melody, lighting up the darkening day with flashes of bright electricity every now and then.

Taehyung sometimes listens to thunderstorms and thinks of you. You love thunderstorms. Taehyung sometimes listens to thunderstorms and thinks of you and as he does, he places roles onto the different elements of nature’s sky showers. You are the lightning while he is the thunder, because you will always come first while he only exists because of you.

Taehyung sets you down in front of the shower. He disappears from your side for just a second to turn on the water, then returns. He touches you, running his big hands up your waist until he has your upper back under his palms. He smiles at you, blinking his eyes slowly like a cat in love.

“May I undress you?” he asks.

“Yes”, you allow him and lift your arms.

Taehyung takes off your clothes with utmost care. Your body is sacrilegious to him. Unwrapping it must happen with respect and tender love, for you should never ever feel as if the beautiful vessel for your soul was nothing but desirable flesh to him.

He throws your wet upper clothing onto the tiled floor and lowers his lips to your right shoulder so he could worship the paths of it with tender kisses. You sigh his name in reaction, sliding your hands under his soaked jumper.

“You are beautiful”, he whispers and lifts his head again. He rises his arms, allowing you to take off his jumper. He has to lower himself a little when you reach his head, giggling with you because he thinks it’s adorable that you couldn’t reach.

“Tiny darling one”, he teases, earning himself a nudge to his chest.

“You’re just too tall”, you throw back and laugh when he wraps his arms around you to nuzzle his face into the crook of your neck. You squeak and cackle, fleeing him as much as you press into him, “your hair’s so cold and wet, Tae”, you whine.

“I know, oh I know. Quick, let’s undress and get under the water”, he says and facing each other, you each take off your pants.

You discard them on the tiles as well, stepping into the shower afterwards. Taehyung lets you enjoy the water first because you are his lightning. You tilt your head up, closing your eyes and smiling softly. You are so beautiful. Oh, he feels jealous of the water kissing your face and the warmth touching your skin.

He reaches out, resting his hands on the softest part of your waist. You open your eyes, looking up at him. He feels vast of air for a blink of an eye.

“Come inside, Tae”, you tell him and drag him under the water by his waist.

Your bodies connect, your skins finally share one warmth.

“Mhm”, Taehyung lets out and tilts his head back so the water can trickle down on his face.

“It’s so warm, isn’t it?” you ask, gazing up at him. He is so beautiful.

“It’s so wonderful. Oh, I felt the cold within my bones”, he says, lowering his head so he could meet your eyes again.

“Me too. I don’t regret it however.”

“Me neither, my darling”, he says and closes the small distance between you and him by hugging you against his chest.

You melt into him, closing your eyes and wrapping your arms around him. You rest your hands on his back while he cradles the back of your head and traces your spine. You and he sway from side to side slowly, sharing the warm water while outside it storms.

Being cold with him will always be okay, because at the end of it, you and he will share warmth again. There is truly no sweeter future than this.

You and he dry the other’s hair after the shower. You loved each other for long enough to know how to do it perfectly. You learned the language of his hair, while in return he learned yours. You know how to touch, what to use and where to start. You come first of course because you are his lightning. He comes second, leaning into your palm when you cradle his cheek and call him beautiful.

You wrap the other in a soft bathing robe afterwards, leaving the bathroom together. The storm and the passage of time darkened the sun by now and so you turn on the lights to see.

“I want to drink some tea. Do you want a cup as well?” you ask him.

“I would love to, thank you”, he says and points down the hallway, “I shall get clothes for us. I promise to get only the warmest of jumper for you.”

“Alright, my darling. Thank you”, you say and kiss his lips chastely.

You and he part ways for only a few moments. You use it to prepare tea and he uses it to get clothes. Just like you had agreed to do.

The tea has finished brewing when Taehyung enters the kitchen.

“My darling”, he makes his presence known in a soft spoken voice.

You turn, meeting the lens of a camcorder.

“What’s this?” you ask him, “darling, why are you wearing a suit?”

“I found it. Alongside this camera and this dress”, he explains, lowering the camera for now. He slides a white dress from his shoulder, handing it to you.

“A wedding dress?” you ask him.

“I do not know who it belonged to once, but it is your size. The suit is my size as well”, he says and smiles shyly, “do you want to put it on? For only a little while?”

You feel your heart flutter. With a fond smile on your lips, you nod your head.

“Don’t peak. If we pretend to be newlyweds, we have to follow the rules.”

“Yes, true. I shall meet you in the living room”, Taehyung says and turns away with a happy skip in his steps.

You watch him with a fluttering pulse. Taehyung is such a tender person at heart. His soul is colours of golden oranges and warm yellows like that of a young sunset seeing the world for the first time. Only he would think of something like this. Only he would see no strangeness in pretending to be married and he was right. There was no strangeness in it.

The dress smells like lavender and violets. It looked too small at first, but then you slipped it on and it fit as it was made for you. The dress smells like lavender and violets and perhaps just a little like magic. Perhaps that would explain why it found you and Taehyung when it did. 

You abandon the mugs of tea because there was something else keeping you warm now. The excitement of being with Taehyung.

“Tae?” you call for your lover, “are you ready?”

“I am”, Taehyung answers you from the living room. Lively music accompanies his voice. He must have put on a record.

With a racing heart, you step through the threshold.

Taehyung stands at the end of the room by the lit fireplace. The camcorder is propped on some books, filming the scene unfolding.

“My darling”, he gasps and exhales shakily, “my darling, oh, look at you.”

“How do I look?” you ask him and grab the dress on two spots so you could twirl and swing it as you dance to him. 

He meets you in the middle, sweeping you off your feet as he grabs you in the midst of your jump. You squeak, throwing your head back as Taehyung twirls you in the small living room.

“Oh my beautiful darling, my sweetest light. No art could ever capture the beauty of you. My darling, oh my darling”, he gushes and laughs, gazing up at you with sparkling eyes.

“I’m getting dizzy, Tae”, you squeak with tears of happiness welling up in the corners of your eyes.

Taehyung stops twirling, sliding you down his body gently until your tiptoes touch the ground. He keeps you close, running his hands along your torso lovingly. His eyes are glistening, gazing at you with soul-consuming love in them.

“You bring light into my life”, he speaks softly.

“I do?”

“You do. Oh darling, you do”, he smiles with his eyes, “you truly do.”

“You make life brighter as well, my darling”, you say, caressing his chest gently, “and you look so handsome in your suit.”

“I look miniscule in your light, my darling. Oh I want to pick you up and twirl you until the world stops turning.”

“Please don’t. I’d probably throw up”, you laugh, making Taehyung chuckle and scrunch his nose.

“Then at least show the camera, please my darling”, he says and turns you to where the camera stands. He pulls you close, resting his head against yours, “this is my darling, dear future person who might find this tape. Say hello.”

“Hello there, future person”, you say, doing a little courtesy. You crack up afterwards, looking at Taehyung, “this is so silly.”

“No it isn’t”, he says and drags you closer to the camera. He uses the momentum to tug you against him, squishing his cheek with yours, “this is my dearest darling, my universe”, he says and kisses your cheek, “I love her so much”, he adds and hugs you tightly.

You giggle, snuggling into him. Taehyung picked a fitting nickname when he called you his light, because your smile in this moment could light up even the darkest of days.

“I love you too, my darling”, you tell him, turning in his arms to kiss his lips, “now may I have this first dance with you, my husband?”

Taehyung giggles, lifting his shoulders to his ears shyly. He nods his head vigorously, laying his hands into yours. You drag him away to a free space, beginning your dance with a twirl of him. He laughs loudly, falling into your arms with his head thrown back in joy.

“How was that for a twirl?” you ask him, guiding him to the music.

“It was perfect. Oh darling”, he rests his cheek on your shoulder, pulling you close, “I am so happy. My beautiful wife”, he says and giggles, “it has a wonderful ring to it.”

You close your eyes as your fingers begin playing with his hair.

“It really has, my darling husband.”

Taehyung giggles. You join him. You and he will dance until the tea is cold and the camcorder falls asleep.

You might not know who will find this tape and watch it or if anyone ever will, but whoever might find it will see that the days you and Taehyung spent together were bright.

[zarvasace]

could you. um. explain more about four (linked nexus/space crew au). cause I have a few questions (answer as many as you’d like, no pressure)

Are his faceplates visible? Like, if you’re looking at him, can you see the lines of where the plates are?

how does his regeneration work? I know he can like, regenerate a hand or something from the series, but does he create his own materials or does he have to have the materials with him?

Could be technically make himself taller?

was his suit/outfit painted on or was it created for him to put on and take off? (aka if he wanted to wear something else, would the space crew outfit be visible underneath?)

if he doesn’t have the tool he needed to fix something, could he change a finger into that tool? (screwdriver, hammer, etc.)

I don’t know if this was already mentioned, but what exactly are the marks?

does his arms and legs have plates? if yes, is it possible for all of his plates to be open at once?

THIS IS A LOT OF QUESTIONS IM SORRY!! I think about this four a lot.

Ugh I guess I can think about him for once. /s

I would LOVE to answer some questions!! :D thank you for asking them!!

1 - faceplates. Nah, you can't really see the seams. I think I retconned the way his head opens, actually. In embark he takes a plate off, but I actually think I want his head to open like an orange in slices. But still, no visible seams. The rubbery skin layer smooths out over the bits.

2 - regeneration. Star Star mentions a nanogem replicator, that's mostly what he's using! It does need raw material to make new nanogems, but not a lot, it can recycle a lot too. The idea is that nanogems are like cells (though they're used in more than just Four, they're all over in tech). They make up and simulate all the other materials. If you picked a wire out of Four, it wouldn't actually be copper and rubber, it just acts like it. After some time, it'd degrade faster because the nanogems need to be refreshed and charged to keep together and perform their functions. When Four does something like regenerate a hand, his internal replicator is making new/recycling old nanogems and his body rearranges them into the necessary structures. The "raw materials" then would be the bits of metal and gems and sand to make the nanogems themselves.

I think a long walk mentions that he's trying to figure out a way to turn organic matter into what he needs. That requires a LOT of processes though (e.g. extract and refine the carbon in food, crush it into diamonds. It's a lot of work without much return.) Turning food into electricity is more doable but still will take a lot of work to make it functional.

3 - can he make himself taller? Sure! Theoretically. That would require (1) more material (2) different schematics (3) time. Four is perfectly fine with his size, but he has changed a few things from his original design. (For example, breathing! His designers intended for as many processes as possible to mimic those of Hylians or humans, so he used to breathe to regulate some pressure and keep air flowing, but he replaced that with some fans and whatever else. He's made a few more personalizations but not many huge structural changes.)

4 - is his suit painted on? Nope, it's just clothes! His headband is part of him though.

5 - can he change a finger into a tool? Yep! That kind of change is a bit less dramatic, and he has some of those ready to go (e.g. charging port hidden under some skin of a finger, as in a long walk.) Considering the variety and size of tools he works with, it's usually way more convenient to just grab it. Plus some complex tools need more space than he can give it (also see a long walk and the flashlight.)

6 - the marks. I assume you're talking about the little stripes on his face? Those are just stylistic, to give him a bit more sci-fi flair. :) I imagine people think they're tattoos.

7 - plates on arms and legs? I haven't really thought of this yet but yeah? He has to get in there to do maintenance sometimes! He has a modicum of control over the nanogems so I can imagine that he might be able to just pull things apart.

Anyway I think about him a lot too :)

[absurddino]

Run, run, run

For @thiamficweekly week 13

Wc: 1254 | rating: M | cw/tw: none | tags: secret relationship, they're so in love it's gross

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Being chased by evil werewolves or Ghost Riders, or basically any creature he's faced so far, is scary. But now, as he runs for his life, he's convinced being chased by Malia Tate was actually the most terrifying thing in the universe. Hunters or evil creatures have nothing on her.

She runs after him, wearing a manic grin on her face, like she's actually enjoying hunting him down like he's her next meal. He's always been a fast runner, but clearly he's not faster than her. It kind of makes sense, since she spent years living as a coyote. Of course hunting would be her strong suit.

He trips over a root and face-plants in the browning leaves. Just his luck, falling on his face while being chased by a half-crazed werecoyote. He's not at all surprised as someone grabs him by the back of his shirt and hauls him upward.

What he is surprised about is the fact that it's Theo, and not Malia. Though he really shouldn't be. Theo always has his back. These days, at least. He gets his legs under him quick enough, and this time they dart off together.

That's 1-0 for Liam. At least he didn't have to beg for his life, like that time Argent had caught up to him a couple weeks ago. He thinks there's still some resentment there, for whatever reason. It's not like Liam's such a bad guy, but the werewolf part must kind of sting.

Running with Theo reminds him of their runs in the woods on full moons. Because that's something Liam can do now, without going crazy. As long as Theo's there, at least. It feels exhilarating, with the power and the fondness of the man besides him coursing through his veins, like it'll keep him alive even if his heart stops.

"She's got my scent. Yours too, we're never escaping her," Liam says between heaving breaths. Malia's always been the best at staying on scents, he kind of admires that about her, actually. It'd be cool to learn, he'll have to ask her about it.

"Thanks for saving me, though. You know I love a knight on the white horse story." Liam looks at him, grinning. Theo's face does something complicated, like it isn't sure if it wants to laugh in Liam's face or be disgusted.

Theo slams a hand on his back, which is either supposed to be motivating or if he's trying to make him fall. Again. "Then we'll just have to keep running for the remaining," he stops talking, breathing loud as he checks his watch, "three hours? Fuck."

"Three hours?" Liam asks. He'd been sure they'd already passed the halfway mark, but he guesses he was wrong. He's not sure if he has the stamina or lung capacity for running three more hours, even as a werewolf. And the woods are kind of Malia's territory, they'll get caught eventually. "Fuck."

"I mean, we put up a good fight, didn't we?" Theo heaves. There's sweat on his face and his hair is brushed back. He wears it well. Makes his facial features stand out, and his face is really nice to look at. "It's either running for three hours or sitting on our asses for three hours."

Liam coughs, the cold fall air getting to him. "Fuck, I hate it when you're right. Slow down."

"I've got a better idea," Theo says, before straight up tackling him to the ground and landing right on top of him. He's crushing him into the dirt and leaves for the second time that day. And that's not even mentioning the elbow that is currently pressed into his side.

Liam lets himself be pressed to the ground. "The fuck are you doing?" He hisses. Just because he'll let Theo do basically anything to him, especially if it means their bodies pressed together without an inch of room between them, doesn't mean he won't have questions about it.

Theo leans up against him, resting his chest against Liam's back to whisper in his ear. "It's our biggest weakness. How much we hate eachother." He licks a slow stripe up the shell of Liam's ear. Underneath him, Liam squirms. He's sure there's a blush rising on his cheeks. Theo always has that effect on him.

But he does understand what Theo's getting at. "Get the fuck off me, you asshole, she's gonna catch us!" He thrashes, trying to buck Theo off without hurting him too much. "Are you trying to get caught?!"

"Shut your mouth, fucking dumbass!" Theo presses his hands against Liam's shoulder blades. If he closes his eyes, he almost feels like he's getting a massage. On days Theo feels particularly anxious, he likes to give Liam massages, with the scented oil and everything. It relaxes them both. And it helps with the way Liam's muscles seem to ache from time to time.

Theo lets himself be thrown off after a moment, Liam crawling on top of him with a grin on his face. He has to resist the muscle memory of leaning forward and licking into his mouth and instead wraps his hands around Theo's throat, pretending to squeeze.

The blush that rises on Theo's cheeks colors him nicely. Liam wishes they were alone right now. Locked in his room for the night, with both his parents on night shifts and no one to bother them.

A foot lands on Liam's back, rudely interrupting him from his thoughts, and he's sprawled on top of Theo. He can't really be mad at Malia, being on top of Theo is fine for him too. It would be better in less public circumstances, though. The air leaves his lungs on the impact and he groans out a "fuck" that makes Theo huff out a laugh beneath him.

"Gotcha, fuckers," Malia says. She pulls them up by their shirts and chains their hands together with the werewolf-proof cuffs Argent had provided for their training session. "Wait by that tree until it's over. If you move, I'll know. And you'll die." She narrows her eyes before taking off again, presumably to scare another pack member.

Theo drags him towards the tree by their cuffed hands. "Careful, asshole!" Liam yells, just to make their act more believable. Theo smiles at him, all soft and crinkled eyes. It's the way he smiles when he's just woken up and realizes Liam's next to him. Or after Liam gets home from school and they can finally hang out. Or make out. Whichever comes first.

"Oh, go fuck yourself!" Theo screams, looking over Liam's shoulder. "I think she's gone. I can't hear her or see her."

"Thank god," Liam mumbles, falling into his arms as Theo leans his back against the tree. He runs a hand up Liam's back. Theo's touch still makes him shiver. "Do you think she bought it?"

"I know she did. No one hates me more than you do. Even I'm unsure whether you're acting or not." Liam grins, his hand trailing up to cup Theo's jaw. His eyes drop to Theo's perfect pink lips.

"Do you want me to show you how much I hate you?" He smiles, eyes moving back up to Theo's just in time to see them blow wide. He doesn't wait for Theo to answer him, instead pressing up into his space and letting their lips slide together sweetly.

If he can spend the next three hours just like this, he thinks luck might be on his side after all.

[jaylaxies]

imagine yn and jay cuddling and she gets a call from her ex because they're still pretty close friends and you were laughing and stuff and jay lowkey gets jealous so he eats you out and refuses to let you cut the call. he's probably whisper some shit like "go on doll, keep talking" and "he asked you a question, you gonna answer it" and purposely go faster when you were asked a question.

jay isn’t the type to get jealous but you can’t blame him for it. you’re cuddling with him and laughing while giving your attention to other man? your ex to say the least. he’s bound to get mad at that, who wouldn’t? so he scoffs, clicking his tongue before settling down between your legs, spreading them open to find that you’re not wearing any panties under your little night gown, as if you wanted this all along.

he smirks when your eyes widen, licking a big stripe of your folds before he focuses on kissing and sucking your pretty clit, his arms holding your legs open as you try not to whimper with the feeling of having him eating you out, “you dare cut that call, baby. talk to him, be a good doll,” he’d say, finally making you lose control as you fall apart on his cock.

[ddejavvu]

Step brother hotch helping you learn/practice how to suck dick/deep throat? Not sure if this will make the cut for MVM but happy monday anyway.

today is multiverse monday, send me any au you can think of! :)

this post is 18+ (and so are its characters) and dark, minors dni. cw for stepcest. don't like, don't read.

Kneeling between Aaron's thighs is exhilarating, even if you're not confident about what you're doing down there. You want to be there, but you're not sure you'll be good at what he's trying to teach you.

"You look good there," Aaron grins lazily, leaning back on his palms against his mattress. His half-hard dick speaks to the truth of his statement, and you swallow the saliva that pools on your tongue at the sight of his cock.

You want nothing more than to drool all over his erection but you wait for instructions, "What do I do?"

"Touch it," He instructs, "Get me hard, honey. All the way, take your hand," He reaches for your hand and you give it to him, chin chubbing slightly as you rear your head back when he holds your hand in front of your face.

"Spit." He commands, so you listen. You spit against your palm and he tugs your hand away from your mouth, molding your fingers around the length of his shaft.

"-and- mm," His chest rises and falls rapidly as you squeeze him slightly, "Yeah, do that, and- and move your hand- yeah."

He licks his lips as you stroke his cock, pleased with yourself and your skill when he's fully erect after only a few gentle touches. You slow in your fist's pumping when he sets a hand on your arm, "Okay, now stick your tongue out and lick it, honey. Just the tip, just-" He hisses as you do as you're told, craning your neck forwards to drag your tongue flat along the head of his cock. It leaks slightly as you do so, leaving a trail of sticky precum along your tongue for you to swallow.

"Put it in," He demands breathlessly, urgently, "Honey put it in your mouth, okay? All the way," He brings a hand to the back of your head as you wrap your lips around his cock, pushing you down so that you nearly choke on it when it invades your throat.

"Yeah- fuck," Aaron pants, holding your head tight there before remembering you'll need to move, "Yeah honey, lips tight like that, just- ooh, fuck."

Evidently, you're a decent lay. You'd been nervous that it would be awkward or foreign to you, but it feels natural to rear backwards, bobbing your head back and forth on his cock and licking broad stripes up the underside that make him twitch on your tongue.

"More," He demands, fist suddenly clenched tight in your hair. His knuckles prod your head forward again, shoving your throat around his aching cock, "More, Y/N, keep going. You're doing great, keep doing th- what you're doing."

Looking up through your lashes means you catch sight of his face twisted in pleasure, eyes scrunched tight and mouth similarly tense. His jaw falls open as you suckle around the head of his cock and his thighs tense, squeezing against your shoulders that are caught between them.

"More," He repeats, pulling your hair and dragging you off of his cock entirely, then shoving your face back into it, "Keep going, faster- faster and- nngh! Harder, and faster," He pants, pulling you on and off of his dick like a toy, "-and more- more!"

He lets out a strangled, raspy groan as his dick twitches once more, a warm ooze of cum coating your tongue and dripping instantly down your throat. You splutter and cough as you try separating yourself from his cock but he doesn't let you pull away until you've swallowed around it, a feat that brings stinging tears to your eyes.

"Fuck, that was good." He breathes, then hunches forward to lean towards you, "You were good, baby. You had nothing to be nervous about."

He cups your cheek, pressing a kiss to your lips that are mottled with spit and what's most likely his cum as he gives you that signature lazy grin of his.

"Thank you," You manage to gather the words, even if they're broken and thick with the ache in your mouth, "Thank you, Aaron, for teaching me."

"Anytime," He kisses the corner of your mouth this time, licking your spit off of his lips when he moves away, "You should keep practicing, baby, so you don't forget anything. At least twice a week."

"Three times," You breathe, desperate.

His smirk only grows, and he nods thoughtfully, "Good idea. Three times a week. Practice makes perfect, baby." He kisses you one last time, and by the way that he cradles your jaw in his nimble fingers, you know he thinks you already are.

[starmahgalaxies]

The best option is clearly to rapid fire bunch of facts of what you do know to the kids like an old wiki article /lighthearted.

Rub, rub. Rub, rub.

I mean for right now, why not? There's no way home from where you are right now anyway.

Child has been through battle, and now he is ready to throw down.

I don't know why I find this so wholesome...? But I do? It's so chill. But who was close enough to eavesdrop on the conversation to spread gossip in the first place. Was that you, Leomon?

Weee! I love Agumon and Palmon looking like they're surfing, and everyone else in the back has a straighter posture.

You would have gotten work done eventually. Making friends helps things move much for relaxed and faster though! (Okay, I wanted some group shots, yeah? XD)

Squishy cheeks, squishy cheeks! One detail I do enjoy is that the egg type is the same as the one that hatched before- white and yellow stripes.

I think I should have gotten a shot of Whamon breaching, but this is a cool shot too.

A very clean stomach minus the stomach acid pouring out of the walls 🙂. Oh, and the Black Gear. That should probably go too. It's a bigger problem that does not need to be here.

Hey, at least it's not the back end.

A much steadier ride than a raft that is for sure. And you're high enough above the water to not be constant spray of sea salt and water into your mouth.

I will never tire of the Digital's oddities being in the most out there locations. The oddities being simple things like a convenience store is a bonus.

Poyomon's little face at finding something. What a cute little one. *squishes cheeks*

This is going to be an adventure all right.