#drabble even

[shieldofiron]

Stiles being all clingy and Derek’s pack not getting it. Because it seems like Derek isn’t into it, just quietly enduring it. Until one night Isaac can’t sleep and wanders down the hall for some water.

“Please just a little more?” Derek’s voice is muffled through the soundproof doors, but soundproofing only does so much and Derek refuses to have a witch spell any part of his new house.

“You’re so needy. Would you please tell the pack, they think I’m torturing you.” Stiles grumbles. “You’re the cuddle monster, not me.”

“Fuck ‘em. They hardly ever scent me anymore.”

Isaac feels a pang of regret. It just never seemed like Derek liked it, so he’d tapered off. And Erica and Boyd had too. They just had more of a loner alpha.

Didn’t they?

“Derek,” Stiles’ voice is reproving.

“I’ll… work on it. Just… one more back rub?”

The next morning Isaac nuzzles up to Derek, ignoring both the confusion on his face and the sex-soaked Stiles scent burned into his skin. Stiles beams with approval, and Isaac feels like he finally gets it. At least part of it.

[humanjarvis]

on the fleet’s busiest days, caleb brings his work home with him.

as the sun sets, your heart aches at the thought of him barely getting a moment to relax. but the less considerate part of you can’t help but seek his attention. 

in the golden lamplight, he’s slouching on the sofa, halfheartedly flipping through a stack of mission reports. freshly showered and draped in your nightgown, you slink into the living room and take a seat next to him, tucking your head into his neck. 

he knows you’re up to something, but you’re a welcome distraction. so he lets it happen without a word, shifting his body to ease the strain on your neck. the new position makes his muscles burn, but he doesn’t complain. 

“how much longer?” you mumble sleepily.

he pats your head in reassurance. “almost done.”

but you know he isn’t.

running your fingers up and down his arm veins, you hum in feigned acceptance. but after a few moments, your head droops to the side, landing perfectly in caleb’s lap. 

he tenses, but says nothing. 

“can’t you read a little faster? i miss you,” you whine, and the sweet vibrations of your voice flow right to the center of his sweatpants.

before long, a bulge grows. and you stay right where you are. 

you sigh in his lap, nuzzling into his straining cock as you languidly paw at his drawstring. 

your cheek rubs against him with sinful friction, and his composure crumbles. from his mouth slips a startled little noise, and as you glance up at him, his adam’s apple bobs. 

when he catches you looking, he clears his throat. “you can’t be comfortable like that,” he says shakily, lust clouding the pleading look in his eyes. “why don’t you lie on my shoulder instead?” 

at the suggestion, you only pout and nuzzle further into him. he shudders as your nose grazes his swollen tip, but if you’re happy where you are, he won’t disturb you. with decimated focus and a bright pink blush, he finishes his analysis, growing harder and harder beneath you. 

[soulsforsales]

I think Jason Todd is definitely the guy who CRIES when you two meet after being apart for too long. I mean, he’s all tough as nails until you’re in his arms again and then he’s full on crying on your shoulder bcs he’s always scared (what if this time was the last time?) he’s always anxious (couldn’t call you from shady missions. Are you gonna be okay?) and he is so terribly lonely without you. But when he’s with you, everything’s better—he is better.

Everything is perfect when you’re with him.

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

sometimes katsuki gets really dramatic (but let’s be fr when isn’t he) and acts like you ghosted him when you don’t respond to his texts in thirty minutes. not in a creepy way, just in a dramatic, needy way.

he’s not worried or anything, he checks his phone every few minutes to see if any texts from you have come in. it’s a force of habit, because you usually respond pretty quickly but after a while it gets a little weird. and then he sends you a text and another one and unconsciously he starts spamming you a bit. again, not in a creepy way. just an annoying needy whiny dramatic baby, way.

“what’s up, bakubro ? you keep checking your phone.” katsuki doesn’t look at kirishima, eyes glued to his phone when he just grunts out an “‘m fine.”

and then kaminari just has to open his big mouth. his voice playful as he speaks “uh oh, trouble in paradiseee~?” katsuki scoffs, telling the blonde to fuck off.

and he isn’t worried..not at all. until he thinks about it and maybe there was trouble in paradise ?? were you maybe ignoring him ? what’d he do ?

you look up from your notebook at the sound of your phone vibrating. oh, it’s katsuki ! you smile just seeing his contact pop up.

“hi, katsu !”

silence, no response. you try again.

“…hello ?”

you hear a scoff from the other end, and some shuffling before your boyfriend graces you with an answer. “look at your phone, you idiot.”

“hello, katsu.” you snort. “yeah, yeah. hi.” you can practically hear the roll of his eyes through the phone, you giggle and your boyfriend huffs through the speaker.

it’s then that you see the wall of texts from him “oh, did you text me ? my bad i was studying.”

there’s a faint sigh of relief “‘s fine.”

“were you worried ?” you tease.

“fuck no. just—“ a sudden pause then katsuki grumbles “answer my texts next time, moron. bye. don’t overdo it while studying or i’ll kill you.”

“meanie !” you giggle, and when he hangs up you send him a text.

we can study together next time, just so you don’t flip out again 💗😚

katsuki scoffs a mean laugh, then sends you a middle finger.

[k0mmari]

Endless Abyss(kinda)! SY AU

First things first, this is very much inspired by this post by @/rainbowsmagicandshit and @/allpiesforourown, HIGHLY recommend reading that fist just to get a glimpse of where I started off, but do note I have accidentally deviated from the original idea a bit, so uh, oops ig.

This was born out of a mix of different ideas (as usual), so think of this as ‘The AU where SY is a demon, and also the Endless Abyss, and also my excuse to have Binghe possibly make a harem consisting entirely of SY’s’, or, as I like to call it:

As per usual, Shen Yuan has died. It happens to the best of us, and of course, he died while reading the glittering piece of trash that is Proud Immortal Demon Way.But, as he is in the process of getting snatched away by the System, something goes wrong, and the System has to quickly redirect itself and it causes SY to get knocked out of course.

His soul scrambles to find a new host, and it manages to find someone suitable enough. When SY wakes up though, he isn’t greeted by the sight of a roof, or a forest, or anything remotely familiar; instead, the moment he regains consciousness, he’s senses are flooded with as much information as possible. It’s like a computer with too many tabs open, but in this case, you can see all the tabs at the same time and all of them are playing the most obnoxiously loud videos possible, in fact, everything feels so overwhelming even thinking becomes too much.

What SY doesn’t know is that he has transmigrated into the body of a Titan, an almost extinct godly demon race that only existed in the confines of Airplane’s first drafts, and it turns out shoving a human soul into the body of a deity doesn’t bode so well, since what the human mind is able to process doesn’t even come close to what a Titan is able to feel. So because SY can’t get a hold of his own mind, his control of his own body is also not great, and he is completely unaware as his newly acquired body goes on a rampage.

See, SY is currently in a very old version of the Demon Realm, so old in fact, Heavenly Demons still rule over the Realm. It really is quite a shame that SY wasn’t in his right mind at the time, and instead of being able to observe how ancient Heavenly Demons governed demonic society, he instead accidentally set on a path of destruction, with the casualties being anything that had the bad luck of standing in his way. In fact, the destruction got so bad a few of the Heavenly Demons rulers, who notoriously hated each other, settles on a temporary peace agreement and joined forces to stop the mad Titan.

SY, in his frenzied state, didn’t even notice as hundreds of years went by as the Heavenly Demons tried to stop him, and also barely noticed when they finally managed to chain him down and cast him away to be forever banished to the Endless Abyss. His body, once so tall it grazed the clouds, was torn apart, with each of its different parts sealed away in various locations as an attempt to diminish the Titan’s power. It worked, actually, and unbeknownst to the demons, SY slowly began to get his thoughts in order; the event that finally pushed him to coherency was when a few of those Heavenly Demon rulers got greedy, and while sealing away SY’s body parts, attempted to harness his power for themselves, and tried to create legendary weapons out of his flesh and bone.

Most of them failed, a Titan’s power to overwhelming for even a Heavenly Demon to handle, but one of them succeeded, and created a powerful sword made from the Titan’s own heart: Xin Mo. Unfortunately for the creator of Xin Mo, it didn’t take long for them to fall into madness and eventually succumb to Xin Mo’s power, casting themselves away to hold onto the sword forever in the same valley SY’s hands were sealed; but it is as they say, one man’s trash is another man’s treasure, and while Xin MO’s creator perished, they managed to take enough power away from SY for him to finally be able to think.

It had been a thousand years at this point, and SY’s first coherent thought was that he desperately needed a break, and that in all these years, he hadn���t managed to get a single glimpse into the world of PIDW, and what a waste! Specially since he was now in the most interesting area Airplane had managed to create, he was itching to explore the world. Of course, in his current state he wasn’t exactly able to move (having his limbs cut off certainly didn’t help, but apparently it had been so long since he was imprisoned that his Main Body had started to fuse with the Abyss? Really, more of a slight inconvenience than anything), but he also had become tired of his Titan body with it’s Titan feelings, and so he decided to split his consciousness and create a small army of human sized avatars who were later dubbed his ‘Watchers’, who’s sole purpose was to explore the Endless Abyss and send their findings back to the Main Body (in bite sized, easy to understand thoughts).

It is the first years of his Watchers wandering about that SY finally understood what had happened to his body, and figured out that Xin Mo was a product of his flesh. He figured that since demons tried to use his body for malicious purposes before, with one even succeeding, he decided that one Xin Mo was enough, and came up with a plan: He was going to piece his Titan body back together as a means to prevent anything of the sort happening again, but he was immediately going to seal the Titan body away again, as to not have to deal with it’s overwhelming power.

As the Watchers were sent to locate his body parts again, one of their first findings were the hands, which also meant the resting place of Xin Mo itself. How lucky, he thought! He could just take the hands away and maybe leave one of the Watchers guarding Xin Mo so when Luo Binghe eventually comes to retrieve his sword, SY at least can catch a glimpse of his favorite protagonist! He wasted no time, and while his avatars tried to unseal his hands, one of them went to move Xin Mo, just so it was out of the way, and in doing so the sword retaliated and ended up disintegrating the poor Watcher. What a rude sword, going against its own body.

Fine! If Xin Mo was going to be difficult so be it, and SY formed a new plan: before reuniting his Titan body back together, SY send his Watchers to keep an eye on as much of the Endless Abyss as possible and the moment Luo Binghe fell in, he would turn to hugging the protagonist’s thigh and help him survive the harsh environment as long as Binghe took Xin Mo. Well, it should be no problem, right? Binghe was fated to get the sword one way or another, and SY is sure his involvement will be small insignificant enough that it won’t be much more of a side quest for the future Demon Emperor!

Now, if he were a half human, half Heavenly Demon teenager who just got pushed into hell by his teacher, where would he land….

*

So, as you can see, this is mostly more like SY’s origin story lol, but I’ll probably write Binghe’s first meetings with the Watchers sometime soon (hopefully).In the meantime though, enjoy some more of the bonus sketches I did while figuring out the AU, and of course, if anyone has any questions or thoughts about this, feel free to send them to me!

[hyacinth-in-a-haze]

Evening routine- Yandere kidnapper! x fem reader!

The day goes by slowly with him gone. Even if it is out of the necessity for socialisation you still find yourself missing his presence when he goes to work, waiting four hours for his phone call at lunch, and then another four hours for his phone call to say he is on his way. It is as though your clock has now become wired to cycle around his presence in your life. When the door opens to the sound of his tired groan you really do hate the way your head turns to look for him.

He is quick to collapse into your bundle of blankets on the couch, resting his head in the crook of your neck. Breathing in deeply trying to ground himself with you, as though he could become rooted to your body.

“I missed you so much today,” his voice is breathy, hair tousled, suit crumpled. As though eight hours of separation is a war he has to bear. Kissing the space under your ear as he complains about the mindless inconveniences within his day. It takes near ten minutes for him to separate his body from you, begrudgingly. Making his way to the kitchen and calling out his suggestions for dinner, with the expectation of a response from you now that whatever you've taken earlier has long since worn off. And contrary to what it appears he does adore your voice, he just hates it being misused to curse him out.

He takes one of your mumbles as confirmation and begins to take out the pots and pans. He never wants to rely on takeout, it's a treat for once a week at most if you're deserving of a treat. So far you've been doing well, finally adjusting to your new home. You stumble into the kitchen quietly, holding onto the counter for balance as you watch him silently. He clucks about, practically a mother hen as he gestures to the barstool at the counter.

You don't even understand why you seek him out now, but maybe it'd because in the absence and instability of everything you once had outside these locked windows and doors, you grasp onto the only constant you are offered.

In very little time there is a fresh plate of pasta in front of you. He steps off the pour himself a glass of wine and places a diluted cup of juice beside you. This is good. It is better than before, when you fought him off until hunger made you forget your pride, pride doesn't do anything for you here. It does nothing but cause you more trouble to stand up for yourself when he can bring you down so quickly to a begging mess on the cold floor. Meanwhile swallowing yourself down makes sure he treats you like a spoiled pet than a disobedient one. You open up without a word when he begins to lift your fork.

Your cup only gets topped up with more and more water until its clear, while he drinks until the bottle empties. The only notice he's indulged being the faint flush of pink across his cheeks. He gets affectionate when he drinks, in a clumsy way, stroking your hair like it's the most enamouring thing to exist. It would be cute if this was a first date rather than dinner with the man who plucked you from your life because he's the only one who can look after you properly.

The dishes get left to soak as he practically drags you to your bedroom. Dropping you down delicately, as your hair splays out over the pillows and your chest rises with each breath.

“You are so perfect like this.” He murmurs it like a prayer as he falls to his knees on the bed, hands clasped around your thighs as he kisses his way up them. He opens your legs without resistance, his head diving onto your clothed cunt like a man starved. Pulling your underwear off with animosity at its separation from your skin. It doesn't take you long to begin to buck against his tongue as he works his way around your clit. Hands clamped on your mouth as though that counts do anything to bury the sounds you are making back to where they were dragged out from you. When he presses his tongue flat against your hole you practically thrust upwards, hand embedded in his hair trying to pull him off as you cry its too much

He groans at the contact, taking it only as a sign to keep pushing through despite your pretty little whines of mercy. Which become more and more frantic as you find yourself getting close. With a cry more animal than human something shatters inside you, as you soak his sheets and face when you squirt. Collapsing into a puddle of embarrassment and shame for how easily he managed to wrap you around to his tongue. He finally lifts his face from your cunt, chin slick and glistening as you try to avoid looking at the tent in his slacks. Pretending to be so spent you can only nod off to sleep.

If only the world was so kind to alow you that.

“No no my love, you can't fall asleep just yet, what happened to brushing your teeth and cleaning off your face?”

He places a hand cool in comparison to the raiging flush across your cheeks.

“sweet little thing, did I tire you out so quickly? I think tonight we may be able to go without your little prescriptions so long as you continue to prove that that it can be managed by us?”

He leaves the discarded panties on the bedroom floor while he carries your strung out state to the bathroom, carefully repeating what he already done once before this morning. Only now there a new intensity within his eyes as he pulls the toothbrush in and our of your pretty pink lips. You are exhausted properly by the time you find yourself in some nightgown more suited to a period piece than your bedroom.

You let your head lol to the side as he hovers above you, pressing open kisses on any exposed skin in front of him as he pistons his hips in and out of you. With a desperation that if he fucks you enough then you'll be too cock drunk to ever have any animosity for him ever again. Mumbling in your ear about the future children you'll hand over to him, how they will have your eyes and his hair. That your firstborn will be a doctor or maybe a teacher, even a chef, he'd be happy with anything that could ground his greatest fantasy into reality.

When he cums he stays inside you, not wanting anything to go to waste. Crooning in your ear that his heart will break for how hard he loves you. As you slip into sleep, head upon his chest with his heartbeat echoing in your ears. His cum dripping down your thighs, you realise something.

He's no longer using that handcuff. Still glinting in the moonlight as it dangles above on the bedframe.

[heartmaddie]

MICHAEL KAISER’s arms wrapped around you, tugging you closer. More recently now, you had been spending the late hours of your night within his bedsheets, and leaving just as it became an hour too unsafe for you to be alone. Your warmth would escape him as you slipped out of his arms, and he would be left alone. He didn’t like the whispered goodbyes and rushed kisses you would leave behind at his apartment door.

His back was pressed against the headboard with you resting against his chest. Gentle fingers tracing down your spine, tender kisses peppered against your temple. His heart opened at full bloom, petals falling to rest upon your palms. 

“It’s getting late, you should call a cab soon.” He murmured against your skin, arms restricting you against his body. He was hesitant to let you go, to venture further than his eyesight. 

Your hum, a sweet melody against his eardrums as you shifted your head to gaze up into softened, light eyes. 

“Will you drive me home?” A tired voice, innocent and lazy. Michael couldn’t help but let the chuckle vibrate from his lungs. 

“I’m not your chauffeur,” he replied teasingly, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. Lips pulled into a slight smirk as his eyes grazed over your tired expression and slumped body. He wanted you to rest eternally against the swell of his chest, with angelic breaths escaping your lips. 

You let out a light groan of protest, burying your face into his body as you let out a sigh, gathering your last energy to push from his mattress. But as you shifted to move away from him, he retaliated, tightening his grasp around your body. 

“Stop that,” he huffed, almost exasperated at the audacity. You gazed up at him, a bristle of confusion and affection to be seen within your eyes. The way you were so carefree and unguarded in his presence, it was almost cute to him. He leaned a bit closer, revelling in your features. You smiled up at him softly, lips tugged into a lethargic beam. Michael’s breath hitched, heart melting.

“You may as well stay for the night,” he let out a faux irritated sigh, but he couldn’t deny the way his pulse would patter ever so faster. “There’s no point in you leaving and getting hurt on your way home, hm?” 

You nodded, an agreement, but more a nuzzle against his chest.

It would’ve been a lonely night without you, any night is. Michael didn’t let his eyes close until dawn, the first sign of day. Azure was too busy, inseparable from the rise and fall of your sleeping figure. He ran his lips against your skin, constellations painted upon your cheeks, your arms tighten against his body instinctively.

An angel, wrapped around him.

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[nuclearconsole]

i have a soft spot for lone wanderers who never wanted to leave the comfort of their vaults but were forced to anyways

the ones who never asked to be heroes. who wanted warm lighting and recycled air and the low hum of routine, but got the apocalypse instead.

mourning predictability. a toothbrush that plugs into the wall. stale snack cakes. the same hallway every morning. the hum of the reactor like a lullaby.

and then: gone. thrust into a world that chews through hope like it's lunch, and somehow, they survive anyway. not because they’re brave. but because they have no other choice.

they’re the ones who still flinch at gunshots even after their kill count hits triple digits. who keep their vault jumpsuit folded in the bottom of their bag like it’s sacred. who say, “I’m just trying to find my dad,” but what they really mean is “I want to go home.” and they can’t. not really. not ever again.

[e-adlirez]

What 3% means in Bobby's industry

So I'm (understandably) seeing people say that Bobby is being paid not nearly enough for his work helping the girls out, and while I do agree, I wanna clarify that dude is by no means underpaid.

Using BLACKPINK as an example here, BLACKPINK earned roughly 4.6 million USD per concert on average for their Born Pink world tour, which is about 6.1 billion won per concert. Now, I can't entirely trust Reddit, TikTok or Gemini with these numbers, but I'm seeing enough consistency in the sources to believe it's as legit as we can get without their agency addressing it (and why would they tbh haha).

As someone else pointed out on Tumblr, HUNTR/X is on that level of famous, so I won't doubt that those numbers could be higher, but what I will say that at least with this per concert average, Bobby earns 3% of that number.

Cost of living in Seoul specifically is about 2.5-3.5 million Won per month, including rent in a moderate-sized studio apartment. With entertainment costs, that number goes up to about 3.5-4.5 million Won. (Here's where I got those figures if you wanna see for yourself, it also has extra links for sources.)

Now, salary in SK varies, but minimum wage is about 80K-ish Won per day (1.6 million Won per month if I got my numbers right? Not counting overtime salary btw). Median wage in Seoul is about 4.3 million Won per month, and it depends on how old you are. Bobby I imagine is in his early-to-mid-30s so median wage for that age range (yes this is kept track of in SK) is about 3.6-4.0 million Won per month.

Now, back to what 3% means for a super-famous band like BLACKPINK and in conjunction, HUNTR/X.

HUNTR/X is consistently more famous than BLACKPINK in this universe, so these numbers might be higher, who knows. So BLACKPINK earned about 6.1 billion Won on average per concert during Born Pink's world tour. 3% of 6.1 billion per concert is 183.8 million Won.

Per concert.

Not including income from CDs or things outside of concerts. Bobby is absolutely STACKED.

So him muttering about his 3% commission salary isn't in a "I'm not getting paid enough for this ':/" way, but rather in an "oh god they're counting on me and they pay me really well for it, I gotta live up to their expectations and handle this in a way that keeps them safe ':[" way! And remember, the girls were more than happy to offer him their booked staycation in that Korean resort-- they clearly hold him very highly and respect him, and care for him! Sure, he doesn't know about the demon hunting thing and their relationship might not be more than their manager-band relationship, but they do care and trust him a lot! 3% sounds tiny until you realize that HUNTR/X is about as famous as Beyonce or even Taylor Swift.

So yeah Bobby is doing more than well for himself, and that 3% really does mean a lot to him! Best manager, best dad, everybody say thank you Bobbyyyyy

(Also lemme know if my calcs are off haha, I tried to make the research quick (I say as it took upwards of an hour but eehhhh it's fine))

[letmegrabyourcuteass]

Fanfic where Buck is TikTok famous (or YT, you choose) and he's with Tommy. His followers rarely get to see the man, but when they do, Tommy is either condescending or shows no interest in what he's doing. One of the biggest things is when it was so hot, but Buck had taken his shirt off (something that happened quite often), so yes, fan service, but Tommy shames him. His fans tell him to dump the man repeatedly, and people stitch or duet him reasons WHY. People point out how sad or not into some of the videos when he's in them versus his a certain somebody, aka his best friend.

People point out that Eddie was a better boyfriend than Tommy. Like he helps out, he's smiling. People can see Eddie's reflection in the background watching Buck, and then point out that Buck blushes when he does that. Eddie gives him content ideas, like baking conchas, and the man wiggles his eyebrows and bats his lashes. He responds to Buck, and their interaction gets the viewers flocking in. People point out that the light in Buck's eyes is shining brightly. He seems to glow and is happy when he's with Eddie versus Temu. Eddie does comment about the no shirt only when he knows Buck is handling hot stuff, and he doesn't want Buck to burn himself, so he sighs and shakes his head and grabs an apron and thEN PUTS IT ON BUCK PROPERLY AND TIES IT AROUND BUCK'S WAIST. Buck is pouting, but Eddie just looks at him fondly. He says, "You're gonna hurt yourself," in such a specific tone of voice that gets the viewers loving the video.

Buck chuckles and makes a comment that he thought Eddie was going to shame him for having his shirt off. Eddie watches Buck with amusement. He sips his coffee and says, "They can look all they want, but at the end of the day, I still get to have you for family dinner." He smiles, and when Buck is looking away from the live video, he mouths the words "he's mine" to the audience.

People cheer when the Buck finally gets back from a small break, and they notice he's in a different kitchen and he announced that he moved, to which Eddie stumbles out of bed, hair wild, Buck's hoodie on and drags his feet to the kitchen and wraps his arms around Buck from behind.

[teddybeartoji]

18+ mdni; gn!reader

thinking about playing truth or dare with seijoh 4 and then getting dared to kiss mattsun right there in front of them all mmmhmmm you know he would love that shit – there's a permanent smirk glued to his lips as you climb onto his lap, his hands tugging on the material of your shirt to pull you flush to him. he's so fucking cocky and it gets so messy so fast but it's not like any of the other boys are gonna tell you to stop either. their eyes are low and their pupils grow bigger with every passing second, their throats dry as they watch you swap saliva with the dark-haired man. they can hear everything over the soft music that's playing in the background and it's so hard not to focus on the way you're starting to grind back and forth on mattsun's lap.

your fingers play with the unruly hairs on his nape while his dig into your plush skin and as you're getting more and more into it, mattsun's ego blooms. his one hand moves to the back of your head to deepen the kiss even further and as he does so, his eyes flick open and he's met with the filthy gazes of his three best friends. he hums proudly into your mouth at the sight of a blushing makki, who's hand is resting suspiciously close to his lap, a seemingly spiraling iwaizumi, who's trying his best not to look at what's happening before him but is failing so miserably that it's almost funny, and an overly keen oikawa, who's sat there with his lip caught between his teeth. they're all red in the face and mattsun thinks it's adorable really, how worked up you always get the poor guys.

they all want a taste, they all want to feel but for the time being, this little show the both of you are putting on will have to suffice. mattsun tugs on the waistband of your jeans and iwaizumi has to force down a groan as his eyes land on your ass. the lewd thoughts flood his mind and he feels awful – you're one of his closest friends and this is how he thinks of you? how you even feel if you found out.. would you be mad? would you be disgusted?

while he's fighting with the demons in his head, makki and oikawa are doing just about the same. makki's zoned in on the way your chests keep rubbing together and he can't stop imagining about how good it'd feel to have you rubbing up against him like that. and oikawa's busy listening to the sounds. not a single gasp or mewl goes unnoticed in his ears as he tries to memorize them as best as he can with the intention of going home and humping his pillow to the heavenly melody that's your needy whines until he's crying tears of pleasure.

so when he hears you whisper into mattsun's mouth, his cock twitches in his slacks.

"are they still watching?"

you don't think they're overstepping, you don't think that the men you've grown so close with over the years are disgusting perverts for getting off on the sight of you making out with one of them – you want them to watch. you're the one that's getting off on it, you're the one with all the power. oikawa realizes that no matter how much mattsun wants to act like he's the one that's making this happen, he's probably rock hard, too. he's no better than his friends, he's just glad that he's the one that gets to actually kiss you. but there's a reason for that aswell – neither makki and iwaizumi wouldn't've been able to handle it and well oikawa himself...

his and mattsun's eyes meet once more across the dark room and he knows his playing right into your hand. of course, he's going to figure out what you're doing – that's exactly what you want. he's the next person to fall, he's the next you're going to pull in.

pulling your lips from mattsun's, you grin to yourself as you watch him chase after you for another second. but then you're craning your neck to glance at oikawa over your shoulder; you let your eyes drop to his crotch before flicking back up again, reveling in the way he turns another shade darker. he refuses to look away though – he's gladly stepping into the trap you've set for all of them, and so when you curl your finger at him, beckoning him closer like some siren, he's quick to spring up on his feet and make his way over, leaving makki and iwaizumi staring at his back in bewilderment.

still sat on mattsun's lap with his hands on your body, you lean back enough just to give oikawa the room to inch closer. you reach for his face and pull his lips down onto yours with mattsun right there, just a breath away. he's sweeter than your last kiss and you can't wait to let them all know how they taste later.

you can't wait to have them all. one by one.

[bigmacari]

꧁ ༺ ── ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ ── ༻ ꧂

Hank(s) x Teasing Reader

☆You fuck with the Hank(s) for a min.

Warning(s) None!

Author Note(s) This was originally a request, but for some reason, I genuinely can't find it. So... here! Possibly the shortest thing I've ever wrote! Sorry to the person who requested 😭

꧁ ༺ ── ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ ── ༻ ꧂

When you first meet the Hanks, you couldn’t help but mess with them a bit. With energetic and excited smiles, the five Hanks in front of you get into their respective poses. “THE HANKS!”

Their smiles seem contagious as you feel a smile of your own grow on your face. “Well, who's who?” you ask with a hand on your hip. “Oh man! You don’t know?!” the purple one exclaims.

“WE’RE THE HANKS!”

You could tell this was gonna be a long conversation. “Alright, how do I tell you guys apart?”

Starting from the yellow one on the left, they all state what number Hank they are.

“WE’RE THE HANKS!”

“I’m not sure I got that? Who are you again?”

“WE’RE THE HANKS!”

“I’m sorry,” You fake confusion “one more time?”

“WE’RE THE HANKS!”

In that conversation, you got those boys to yell “WE’RE THE HANKS” about 10 times before they caught on, and it was the most amused you have ever been.

[zephyrchama]

(Based off of the Birthday Stayover Devilgram)

"So, Barbatos isn't here?" you asked. It was hard to believe the butler would willingly agree to stay with the brothers for so long. You wondered where exactly he would be sleeping in the House of Lamentation for three whole days, and wondered if you should have tidied up your room before leaving.

"That's correct. The entire palace is empty except for us." Diavolo looked proud and giddy. His devilish grin stretched from ear to ear. "We can make all the noise we want, in any room we want, and no one will disturb us. You know what this means?"

You thought you knew where this spiel was heading. "Yes."

"I knew you would." Diavolo put his hand on your shoulder. From that moment on, you were partners. "We can finally slide down the railing instead of walking down the stairs. We can do this for three whole days and nobody's going to scold us."

[deerspherestudios]

Hm, I wonder who this could be,,,

[hyacinth-in-a-haze]

Morning routine- Yandere kidnapper! x fem reader!

This is incredibly Yan nanami coded, and I refuse to apologise

@snail-day you understand the vision

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There is starting to be a routine to these days now.

He likes to let you sleep in most mornings, preferring to get up himself to do the chores and get breakfast ready for the both of you. Today he has chosen to make you a treat and go for pancakes, allowing them to come to room temperature on the kitchen table while he gets you up.

Your routine begins with the unlocking of your hand cuff while he peppers your face with kisses. Even though by now you've mostly settled into your role as his sweet little lady, he cannot be too secure. (Especially after the incident with you trying to break open the child safety locks in the bathroom cabinet) he always without fail will check for any bruises or sores to kiss better as you lay limply in his arms. You used to be much more of a wriggler he remembers but he supposes you probably still have some of the sedative in your system. No worries, he can simply carry you to the bathroom. Sitting you down onto the little shower stool he installed after your last accident caused you to hobble round the home for a few couple months. He decided the stool was a good precaution to avoid any further accidents between you two.

He unbuttons your sleep shirt easily before turning the water on, making sure it's just perfect before he cleans you off from the night before. Taking extra care when his fingers graze your inner thighs to only wash off the memories of last night with a tenderness he didn't show you then. Tilting your hair back to rinse shampoos and conditioner- a small fortune spent on what goes into your routine. Once you're clean it continues, he wraps you warmly and sits you down to your ten step skincare routine. Always setting a two minute timer exactly for him to brush your teeth. You're still so lethargic for this, opening your mouth without resistance. Before you'd end up spitting out blood by the end of it, but now he can be much more gentle.

Again he carries you to the bedroom, drying your hair before he picks out a new outfit for the day. Your wardrobe consists mainly of sundresses, not because he prefers how you look in them. But because they are just far more accessible for the both of you, easier to slip on and off. He helps you up again, you can walk now but he just wants to be safe when it comes to you, taking your arm to carefully lead you to the table.

By now your pancakes and hot chocolate are lukewarm as he cuts them into bite sized pieces. Gently feeding you as he calls out sweet little praises, dabbing at the syrup that falls down your chin with a delicate sigh. Your eyes don't react much to this anymore, each swallow is wary as if you wonder which bite will contain the sedative that keeps you frozen on the sofa while he is at work. But if you refuse to eat he is not above forcing nutrition into you by any means necessary. For all the gentleness that he performs now, it has cost you every sharp tooth and nail you fought with.

Once the plate is clear he gives you the little cup of your vitamins and pills. He tries to make sure your diet is well rounded but unfortunately it is hard to keep your vitamin d levels up from within the flat. Perhaps one day the two of you will have a garden with a tall fence around. Then maybe you could go outside for a bit each day, maybe without supervision. But for now you'll only feel the sun on your face through an open window. The pills have changed since you first were brought to your new home, originally it was only sedatives and birth control. One to keep you complacent and the other because a baby right then would have not helped you to settle down. Now the sedition is at a much lower dose, carefully weaning you from it to avoid any long term effects, and the birth control has swapped places with the prenatal vitamins, just in case any happy accidents occur. On some days they change, after your last accident he withheld any pain relief for a week to make sure you learned the lesson properly. He wouldn't want to have to teach you again.

He takes the cup up to your lips waiting for you to swallow them, you open your mouth when finished to prove no pill was stashed away. Your obedience is rewarded again with another flurry of kisses, trailing down your neck to the collarbone. He only stops once his alarm goes off, reminding him to leave for work in ten minutes, grumbling as he fixes his tie and loads the dishwasher.

He takes you to the living room finally, placing you down on your side of the sofa, a blanket draped over your shoulders and a second left over your legs. He reminds you that there is a snack plate and a lunch box ready for you in the fridge for when you get peckish. There are different hobbies to occupy you within arms reach, all of them domestic and soft just as he wants you to be. Embroidery, knitting, reading. The remote is available but he has most things on child lock so there isn't a point. He places a sippy cup of water down on the table as though that's nothing out of the ordinary before he crouches in front of you expectantly.

You lean forward and graze your chapped lips against his forehead. He brightens up and returns the kiss to you with all the passion you lacked.

“Goodbye my heart, I'll call you once I'm on break.”

He reluctantly makes his way to leave, making sure to not slam the door on his exit. Leaving you to collapse into the nest of pillows and wait.

He didn't even leave your cane to help you get around.

[beloveds-embrace]

Childhood enemies with john price; growing up with parents that knew each other and were friends and thought of course our kids would also be friends!! except you and john are always in some sort of spat; he’d tug on your hair and you’d drop mud down his back and that animosity carried well into teenage years and you’d been all too fucking happy when he enlisted, told him you hoped he’d die as a rookie, and he had the evil-est smile on his face when he’d learned you didn’t get accepted into your dream college.

But hatred is a strong emotion and john has enough of it to even hate your the ugly, useless pieces of shit you bring as boyfriend to the gatherings that occur between your families whenever he returns from deployment. You, too, have enough of it to glare and seethe quietly at every prim and proper woman you see him charm whenever said gatherings happen in restaurants and outside.

There’s also enough hatred between the two of you to land you in his bed, your nails raking down his back in vicious lines in hopes he’ll fucking suffer in the morning and his teeth latched tight to your skin and oops maybe you both have had far too many drink because why, when you wake up in the morning, are there matching rings on your fingers?