#he does look biteable

[fishssoncauyay]

Sonic looks biteable.

~vvj

“I’M TRYING—“

I love making the doodles more doodle-y the more chaotic these asks get

[make-me-your-animal]

( @steveinscarlet @wasted-my-time)

Let's have a little rough and tumble, handsome.

[biropen]

[sparklehoard]

YEET YAW!!

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[itzpookiepooh]

Love Bites

Your love language is biting

Let’s get one thing straight he loves you but you got to stop the biting. Before you go to work, before dinner, before bed. He’s losing it here. He was just trying to kiss you goodbye before he went to work. He hugged you and you bit his arm, not hard of course never hard. It was just enough a love bite.

You were laying down indulging in a video game on your phone before bed when Zayne got out the shower. The smell of his soap activating that itch you had. He slides into bed before slowly taking your phone, pulling you from your engrossed gaming. He just wants some of your attention before bed. He holds you close and you let him until you got a whiff of his soap smelling skin. He smelled so delicious so you just took a bite right on his pectoral.

“What is with you and biting lately?” He questions, taken back by your sharp teeth. You shrug hugging him tighter.

“I just love you.” You sigh in content, he shakes his head tiredly. “Please find another way to express your emotions.”

Please don’t get him started, okay? He enjoys you biting him. He thinks of it as you marking your territory. He looks good in his colonel uniform? Bite. He does his hair differently? Bite. His ass looks fatter than usual? Bite. It was never ending and he didn’t mind until today.

You got cuteness aggression and bit him too hard. You couldn’t help it! It was his fault for buying a new outfit and changing his hair! It started off with sweet kisses until it felt like it wasn’t enough. Then you bit him right on his cheek. He yelped and just stared at you like you lost every piece of your mind.

“Don’t bite me so hard pips.” He whined rubbing his cheek but you couldn’t help it. He was just too cute!

“Sorry I couldn’t help it.” You mumbled kissing the spot you bit before biting him once more.

“PIPSQUEAK!”

He’s so close to spitting bubbles at you. He was getting dressed for his art exhibit tonight. He wanted to sell his paintings and go home. You couldn’t get enough of how good he looked as you watched from behind the door. He could sense you a mile away. His eyes shifted towards the door holding his stare. You dashed towards him making him dodge you and dash out of the room.

He jumps over the jars of paint trying to avoid you. He’s begging you to stop chasing him. You catch him around a corner and tackle him down and Rafayel being as dramatic as he is, screams. He’s thrashing but thanks to all the training you do at work, you were just as strong. He swallowed nervously as he watched you smile at him.

“You look so biteable today.” You smile mischievously at him. He wanted to pray to someone, anyone who would listen! He didn’t want to be bit!

“Have I ever told you that you look so beautiful when you…don’t bite me?” He tries to shrink away as you move closer.

“No but too bad that wouldn’t stop me anyway.” You tell him as you bite his arm making him help for help. Sadly for him he’s the only one who lives on this beach.

Oh he bites back. He doesn’t care that you bite him he sees you as a kitten anyway. It doesn’t hurt him in the slightest. He gets the same cuteness aggression that you do it’s just up to whoever gets to who first. You just got him last night when he came back from business. Something about him loosening his tie did it for you.

You were getting ready to do some undercover work. You left the bathroom fully dressed and just adding your earrings only to see him lying on the bed. You froze hands on earring as he just stares at you. His eyes the size of boba but neither of you move. Maybe if you don’t move he won’t see you. Wrong.

One try of locking him out the bathroom later and you’re between his legs on the edge of the bed as he showers you in kisses. Occasionally he’d sniff you to get a whiff of that floral perfume you had on. He couldn’t get enough it was like he was charging up. What could you do other than let him?

“You smell so good…and look divine.” He mumbles into your neck. You knew it was coming. “Sylus don’t you dare—“ Before you could finish that sentence he bit your cheek causing you to yelp. It was only payback.

He was snuggled on your stomach holding you tight. You guys were watching a movie when he began dozing off. He looked so freaking cute and puffy you couldn’t help yourself. You bent down to softly bite his cheek which just caused his eyes to open. He side eyed you, blinking three times.

“What are you doing?” He asked while you were still in position. You didn’t move, you were frozen. You didn’t care for being in trouble either.

“Biting.” You answer through your teeth. You kept nibbling on his cheek which ended up putting him back to sleep somehow.

The link is the funniest part I fear

I got too excited and wanted to show you guys this one 😔

[bitchface24-7]

Could I request smut headcanons for Arcane Viktor, Jayce, Steb, Vander, Silco, and Ekko reacting to his female s/o accidentally turning him on please?

HEADCANON - ACCIDENTALLY TURNING THEM ON

ft. Viktor, Jayce, Steb, Vander, Silco, and Ekko

synopsis: you didn't mean to. Honestly! You weren't doing anything special, anything intentionally, it just… kind of happened? It’s not your fault your boys are obsessed with you!

warnings: accidental teasing, purposeful teasing, banter, semi-public sex, fingering, oral (m/f receiving), dry humping, thigh/ass kink, wearing his clothes, praise, degradation, cumming in pants, squirting, marking, smoking, argument (not between R or the boys, some random dude), voice kink, Grammarly as my beta

genre: m/f

p.s. Thanks for being the first request for headcanons! A few of these characters I haven't written for before so I hope I get their characterization down. Love ya! Xoxo

VIKTOR

He's never had the biggest libido. Being so focused on his work he forgets basic necessities. Eating, sleeping, the whole shebang.

But when he does remember… oh boy you're in for a wild ride.

Literally.

You don't know what the hell happened. All you know is you went to the lab to drop off a packed lunch for Viktor. You're certain he hasn't eaten breakfast so he must be starving, even if he himself hasn't clocked it yet.

You wore a simple sun dress in your favourite colour, highlighting your beauty. Your hair was up and out of the way, and you can't t remember if you have any makeup on or not. Simple flats dawn your feet. You're comfortable.

You're insanely beautiful to Viktor.

He didn't hear you enter the lab, but he saw the lunch pail lightly drop down onto his desk, and when he lifted his gaze, all he saw was your cleavage.

Soft skin he's intimately familiar with. Skin that bruises wonderfully and that makes you gasp in a way that makes Viktor's ears warm.

He sees your mouth moving, but doesn't hear anything coming out of it. Oh your lips look so lush. So soft and biteable. Glossy too. He wonders if they taste like your favourite fruit.

Before he knows it, there's a tight feeling in his pants and his cock aches against the restricting fabric.

One thing led to another and here you are; spread out across his desk. Your panties in his pocket as he eats you out viciously. The tip of his nose, his lips, and his chin covered in your essence.

You gasp and moan at the familiar sensations. God. You two may not have a crazy sex life, but it is always mind-blowing.

You can see one of Viktor’s arms moving up and down desperately as he eats you out, he's jerking himself off as he devours you.

That realization is what sends you over the edge as you cum on Viktor’s tongue. Your thighs clench against his beautiful face and he moans brokenely into your sex. A slight whimper escapes him when he's done.

You're left panting on the desk as Viktor casually states, “Thank you for the meal. I greatly appreciated it.” as he wipes his mouth clean with the back of his hand.

You laugh incredulously as he takes the lunch pail off the desk to see what you brought him.

What the fuck just happened?

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JAYCE

Jayce is a simple man. Everything about you is jaw-droppingly gorgeous. He's surprised he has enough blood in his body to keep him functioning with the amount of times you've made him hard.

This morning is no different.

Jayce wakes up alone in bed and pouts at the cold spot you left behind. There's a whisper of warmth, indicating you got up maybe ten minutes ago.

He drags his feet to the kitchen, his slippers sliding against the floor as he yawns and scratches his bare stomach.

The yawn gets caught in his throat when he sees you humming lightly in the kitchen, casually making two coffees to start your day.

Your hair is a bit messy, but that doesn't bother Jayce. It’s what your wearing that gets him.

Jayce runs hot. He always has. So when it’s time to go to bed, he takes his pyjamas off and sleeps in boxers. When he wakes up he puts the pants back on, but he was wondering where the shirt was.

It’s on you. It’s way too big, coming down to about mid-thigh on you. It’s a rich red colour with some gold embroidery. On the chest pocket is the symbol of House Talis.

You need something on the top shelf and get on your tip toes to get it as you reach up, and with that, Jayce sees the entirety of your thighs and your ass. Your underwear leaves very little to the imagination.

Jayce feels as if he got punched in the gut as all the blood in his body rushes to his dick.

He comes up behind you quietly and puts a hand on your hip, the other reaching up to grab the other mug for you. Jayce likes putting your favourite cups too high up so you have to ask for his help, it's working in his favour at the moment.

“Jayce!” you gasp, a smile painting your pretty face. He can't help but grin back at you and kiss your cheek as he places the cup down on the countertop.

You tilt your head to the side to give Jayce more room, he takes it gladly. Kissing down your neck, nipping as he goes. You moan quietly.

Your moans amp up when you feel his massive hard on rubbing against your ass incessantly, “Really?! Jayce!”

He moans out a laugh, “Don’t judge me! I can't help it, you're so beautiful.”

You turn around and kiss him properly, a hand cupping his erection, he whines into the kiss.

Your coffee is forgotten as he pins you down onto the countertop, his pyjama pants lowered just enough to release his cock.

He ruts agaisnt your clothed pussy, the underwear giving great friction for the two of you.

You can't help but moan at the feeling. Your panties are ruined with your slick and Jayce's precum. The tip of his cock bumps against your clit deliciously, and his length keeps the pleasure going.

Before you know it you're cumming, soaking your underwear, and Jayce follows suit, ruining your underwear even further.

Your thighs and ass have fingerprint-shaped bruises. They'll be there for the next few weeks.

Guess you'll have to start wearing Jayce's clothes more often…

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STEB

Steb is a sweetheart. He's very kind and caring, if a bit quiet. He doesn't speak often, but his facial expressions and body language give him away easily.

So imagine his surprise when he wakes up with a raging hard on and you none the wiser as you continue to drift off in dream land.

His face heats up in mortification as he tries to pry you away from him. Gently detangling your bodies, in doing this, the nightgown you wear to bed has shifted as well.

Your breasts damn near spill out— wait you moved again your tits are out. A clear shot of your soft breasts and lightly pebbled nipples is all Steb can focus on. Then his gaze shifts against his will.

His eyes trail your waist, your barely covered hips and there she is. Your pussy is out and playfully saying high. Your pubes are a bit bushier than normal due to the amount of tossing and turning you do.

God you're displayed like a delicious feast and Steb wants to sink his teeth into you.

But you're sleeping, and you work long hours. He doesn't want to bother you.

So he uses your image to jerk off.

He's a bit clumsy, and he tries his best to not make noise. He's unsuccessful.

Pants, moans, and whines escape the pretty fish boy. He gets loud enough that you wake up, and what a sight he is!

Face flushed, lower lip bitten in desperation, a large hand pumping his cock, fingers deftly playing with the ridges on his shaft.

You moan lightly at the sight and Steb freezes. “Don’t stop on my account darling. I was just starting to enjoy the show.”

Steb’s face erupts into a bright red as a shuddery moan escapes him. You bite your lip at the sound, Steb very rarely speaks, so hearing his voice all debauched has made your pussy dripping wet.

You open your legs wide and start to play with your pussy, dragging a finger through your wetness, three fingers rubbing casually rubbing your clit.

A look of astonishment is what you get from Steb, especially when you take his free hand and bring it to your breast, squeezing it harshly. Steb’s motions speed up, as do yours. Seeing him so ruined at the mere sight of you is ramping up your ego you're not going to lie.

Eventually, the two of you cum, it happens when the two of you kiss sweetly enough. Steb’s panting in exhaustion as you just lay him on your chest, tracing his features with your fingertips.

“… Thank you.” Steb says quietly, his voice smooth and sweet. You smile at your handsome boy, “No problem sweetheart. Now, shall we go back to sleep for a bit? Your shift starts in a few hours.”

Steb groans and buries his face deeper into your chest and you can't help but laugh at him.

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VANDER

You've been helping Vander out at the Last Drop ever since you were a teen and he was in his twenties.

You helped look after the kids, and helped count inventory. Vander is the face of the bar, both as the bartender and as the owner.

Now the kids are teens themselves, you're in your late twenties and Vander is pushing early forties. The eleven-year age gap now not as obvious as it once was.

You've always kind of had a crush on him. He's gorgeous, kind, caring, and has this gentle dominance about him. He's never scared you— he's the one you go to when you're scared.

Especially now that you bartend with the man. “You're family” he said, “The kids don't need an eye on them 24/7 now, let them grow a bit on their own. But I still need you. Come bartend with me. I'll teach you all the tricks.”

Now, how could you say no to that?

You couldn’t, so now you’re a well known face at the Last Drop

A very well known face

A very pretty one

But there’s an unsaid rule, You’re Vander’s Girl. No if’s, ands, or buts.

Some patrons don’t understand that.

One in particular is making you want to commit murder. He’s rude, touchy, and disgusting to look at.

At one point when you turned around to grab a bottle of booze, the son of a bitch slapped your ass, in retaliation, you swung around and smashed said bottle of booze into his face.

He fell flat on his back, glass stuck in his face as it bled profusely. Other patrons of the bar became silent. A pin drop could be heard in the once lively bar.

“You Bitch!” The man gargles out, oops looks like you broke his jaw. You sneer down at him, “You’re lucky I’m the one who hurt you, instead of Vander.”

“The ladies right. Now get the hell out of my bar.” Vander states as he enters the bar from the back room, wiping his hands with a towel, before tossing it onto his shoulder.

The hurt man stumbles up and leaves, his tail between his legs. Your anger hasn’t subsided, as you pant in frustration. You want to rip your hair out, destroy the bottles of liquor lining the wall. Stab someone. Anything to get this anger out.

Vander clears his throat, “Benzo, you mind watching the bar for a bit? Gotta calm the Little Miss down.”

Benzo just nods silently as Vander takes your hand and drags you to the back of the bar, into the stock room. There’s a multitude of bottles, barrels, cold fridges, and a table with a few chairs, so that you can count inventory comfortably.

Vander sits you down before sitting next to you. There’s a small silence between the two of you, but it’s a comfortable one.

“I’m proud of you.” At that statement, your head whips around to look at the handsome man. “What?”

“I’m proud of you. A decade ago you would’ve let it slide, not this time. You stood up for yourself. I’m proud of you.”

You snicker, “A decade ago I was seventeen and worried about how others thought of me. Not anymore. Who gives a shit if some people don’t like me? I can’t please everyone.”

“I forget how young you are sometimes. The Lanes… they change you. They change everyone.”

A small smile erupts across your face, you hand coming to rest on top of one of Vanders. God damn his hand is so much bigger than yours.

“You’re young too you know? You’re only thirty-eight. Oh the horror, you’re almost forty!” You tease, a giggle in your voice. Vander rolls his eyes, “I was eleven when you were born.”

“Now I’m a grown woman.”

There’s a silence between you two again, but this time it’s not as comfortable. There’s tension there. Undeniable tension.

Vander clears his throat after some time, “So, you feeling better? Not gonna kill one of my patrons?”

You purse your lips, “Honestly. No. I’m still angry, and I know if I go out to bartend again without dealing with it, I probably will snap, and at someone who doesn’t deserve it.”

With that, you stand up and place yourself in Vander’s lap. The older man gasps at your audacity. You smirk, “One thing that’s always helped me calm down is a good orgasm.”

Vander’s hands go to your hips, they completely encompass them. “I can’t Lass. You’re… you’re too young.”

“I’m twenty seven. Like I said before, I’m a grown woman.”

“I’ve known you since you were a teen.”

“And I’ve wanted to fuck you since then. Be happy I’m seducing you now rather than when I was a teen.”

Vander says your name sharply when you start to rub yourself in his lap, “I know you want this too Vander. I see how you look at me. At my ass when I bend over, at my tits when I lean against the bar, at my lips when I bite them. I see how much you want me, and the guilt that follows.”

A groan escapes him, “We shouldn’t… it’s wrong.”

“Then why does it feel so good?”

Vander smashes his lips against yours and you moan at the feeling, the very large bulge rubbing against your pussy isn’t helping.

You both pull apart from the kiss, panting as you stare at one another, “We can’t fuck here. I need time to prep you. My fingers good enough for now lovely?” Vander asks, eyes dark with want. You nod desperately as you lick your lips, god you taste just like him now. His pipe, his favourite whisky, and mint from when he brushed his teeth. Its addicting.

Vander pushes your pants and panties down easily, your bare pussy soaking Vander's pants. His fingers are huge, god they're gonna feel so good fucking your pussy.

And they do. They're massive. Curling against your g-spot effortlessly. They even bump lightly into your cervix which sends a zing of pleasure down your spine.

You have to cover your mouth with your hand so as to not let Benzo or he patrons know what’s going on.

Before you know it, you're cumming aggressively. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you squirt. A squeal escaping your parted lips.

Vander hushes you as he prolongs your pleasure, almost pushing to overstimulation.

A sweet kiss is places onto your temple as Vander gets you presentable again. He pops his fingers into hai mouth and you groan in embarrassment.

“What? You taste as sweet as you look.”

A shy smile is what he gets in return, “What about you?”

Vander smirks at you, “I'll get my fill when the bar closes. That way you won't have to hold back your pretty moans.”

The large man then leaves the storage room and you're left there panting in satisfaction. You can't wait for the bar to close.

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SILCO

You and Silco have a give-and-take relationship. It’s worked well so far.

As a madame of a brothel, Silco ensures security is at your house— both for your girls and yourself. In return, you gift Silco multiple things.

The finest cigars, bourbon, and the greatest gift of all.

Yourself.

You're Silco’. No-one questions you. Not when you want into his office, not when you go places others are prohibited, not when you input your opinion on one of Silco’s plans.

It's especially apparent as Silco casually smokes his cigar as you enter his office in a blazing glory. All you get to your entrance is a quirked eyebrow.

“Where’s Allistar?” You snarl, your eyes blazing and hands clenched at your side. Silco sighs out a ring of smoke, “He’s guarding the club patrons.”

You roll your eyes and push your tongue into your cheek, “Get him up here. He hurt one of my girl and decided not to pay.”

All Silco does is nod once, calling Sevika over and whispers something to her. She looks at her boss, at you, and then silently leaves the office. In no time, the little weasel is inside The Eye of Zaun’s office, trembling.

Before he can do anything, you twirl one of your knives from their holster on your thigh and slash across his face; a nice clean cut from a corner of his forehead, across an eye, his lips, and to the opposite corner of his jaw.

A shout of pain is all that's heard in the silent office as you snarl, “That’s for hurting one of my girls! I'll make you hurt a lot more if you don't pay me my owed money.”

He scoffs at you, and you see red. In a flash, you've got him on his back, you've slammed your foot into his crotch, and you lean over, the tip of your knife digging into his throat.

His cries have turned into whimpers, you're quite certain you've popped one of his balls. Oh well.

He shakily pulls out a pouch of coins and hands them to you, “Thank you darling.” you say, your words a smooth purr.

Allistar just nods quietly before looking at Silco, who just sighs and states, “You may go now.”

He runs as fast as he can out the door. It's more like a frantic limp but you get the idea. The door slams behind the rat and the office is plunged into silence again.

You’re cleaning your blade casually before Silco calls your name. You look up and smirk at the sight. Silco looks hungry. His one blue eye darkened, his pupil overtaking his iris. His jaw is clenched and his hair is a bit messy, as if he was running his hand through it as you cleaned your knife.

He ushers you to him silently, a single crock of his fingers. You sashay to his side and your smirk widens when you see the substantial bulge in his pants.

“Oh Silco… did my violence excite you?”

“Get on your knees.”

You do so without hesitation.

In a few short moments, Silco’s cock is down your throat and his head is thrown back in pleasure.

“Fuck, look at you! A dangerous woman who most people in the Lanes fears, on her knees sucking my cock like one of her working girls. Such a whore for me.”

You moan around his cock, eyes rolling to the back of your head.

Silco chuckles at your reaction, “You like this. You like defiling yourself for me. You like being my personal cock sleeve.”

Your hips speed up on the tip of Silco’s shiny leather boots, and you shudder as you cum in your panties. You shove your head down until your nose is tickling the trimmed pubes at the base of Silco’s cock and swallow.

Silco groans deeply in his chest. A rumbly sound that makes you shiver as he cums deeply down your throat.

You pull away and inhale deeply, wiping your mouth and nose and you catch your breath. You sniff lightly as you put Silco's cock back into his pants. You crawl up from the floor and Silco kisses your cheek.

“So… should I be more violent in your presence?”

“You should just be in my presence more often.”

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EKKO

Being Ekko’s right hand woman as leader of the Firelights can be very difficult.

It can also be very rewarding.

When Ekko found out you saved not only your team of firelights but all the zaunites from the enforcers trying to cause trouble to illegally put them into Stillwater, he never loved you more.

Seeing you tired, dirty, and bruised caused an unintentional pulse in his cock. Oh no. No. No. No! This can't be! No!

Fuck you look amazing.

Knowing the reason why you're so dishevelled and seeing you so unbelievably gorgeous makes him want to drag you away to a random private room and give you all the pleasure you deserve.

He doesn't even let the firelight team debrief the mission, he doesn't hear anything as he drags you away to his room.

“Ekko! What's gotten into you?” You squeal, you voice light and full of confused happiness.

The handsome boy just stays quiet as he whips open his bedroom door, slams it, and locks it.

All the firelights look to one another before coming to the same conclusion. Leave those two alone for a while unless you want to be traumatized.

As your firelights warn one another, you and Ekko are just passionately making out. Grunts, groans, moans, and whines are all that’s heard in the room. Ekko pulls you desperately into his lap and ruts against your clothed sex. You whine loudly into his plush mouth.

“Ekko! Seriously, fuck what's gotten you so revved up?”

Ekko groans that you stopped his kisses, “You did. You're amazing, I'm so lucky you're mine and fuck you look so good.”

You go back to kissing and the rutting intensifies. You're tempered to strip down and get Ekko’s lovely cock inside you but the rutting is too good. The layers of clothes causing amazing pleasure to your pudgy clit and Ekko’s engorged cock.

You two paw one another like horny teens rather than young adults, but it feels too good to stop.

In no time you cum harshly into your pants, your underwear sticky and soaked to your sensitive pussy. Ekko groans deeply and you feel him rutt desperately into your pussy as he cums too.

The two of you pull away and pant deeply.

“Did that just happen?” You ask, tone full of disbelief. Ekko laughs and nods.

There's a small bitog silence between the two of you before you calmly state, “Can my team and I debrief you now?”

The look of embarrassment that crosses Ekko’s face makes you laugh so hard you snort, and Ekko punches you in the shoulder.

All you can hope is that the other firelights didn't hear you…

(they did. Oops.)

I hope y'all liked this! I accidentally made Vander’s longer than the others due to exposition. It was a bit hard to write for this many characters but I think I did well! Love ya xoxo ❤️

[poi-rinch-lover]

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[sunshinesfreckless]

Dinner is Served

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Pairings: Felix x fem!reader

Summary: Horny thoughts at 3 AM turn you into a fine dining expert in the field of “Your Boyfriend’s Ass.”

Warnings: Felix’s ass, being hungry for Felix’s ass, freaking out over Felix’s ass… MDNI

A/N: Bangchan might have the biggest, but I don’t know—Felix looks so appetizing.

ALSO, the spoiled parts for Changbin, Han, and Lee Know are ALL in the making, my sweetlings. (Just like a part 3. for Every Girl gets her Wish) <3

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Felix had just begun his descent into peaceful slumber, arms wrapped protectively around Y/N, her back tucked snugly to his chest. One leg was lazily draped over hers like a clingy golden retriever. He was warm, comfy, and entirely unaware of the war about to be waged against his peace.

She blinked at the ceiling.

“Felix,” she whispered.

A sleepy grunt. A soft kiss to her hair. “Mmm.”

She wiggled slightly. “Felix.”

“Yes, baby,” he mumbled, somewhere between sleep and a dream about pancakes.

She rolled over to face him. “Open your eyes.”

His brows furrowed. “They are,” he slurred.

“No they’re not.”

He pried them open like it was the hardest thing he’d ever done. “There. Open. What is it.”

“Can I eat your ass?”

Pause.

A beat passed. Then another. Somewhere outside, a dog barked.

Felix blinked. “I’m sorry. I think I misheard you. It sounded like you just said—”

“Can I eat your ass.”

His eyes widened. “Okay. No. I’m awake now. Fully alert. Why—what—HUH?!”

She looked entirely too pleased. “Many men do this with their girlfriends.”

He sat up like a vampire emerging from a coffin. “Many men also die in the ocean. That doesn’t mean I’m going snorkeling with you at 2AM.”

“Oh my god, you’re being so dramatic.”

“I just laid down! I was about to have a dream about petting a goat!”

“I’ll pet your goat,” she said with a wink.

“What does that even MEAN?”

She shrugged. “I don’t know. I’m workshopping it.”

Felix buried his face in the pillow and faked a cry.

She crawled over him slowly. “You have such a pretty little ass, Lixie. Like a treat. Why wouldn’t I want dessert?”

He slapped a hand over his own behind. “No! No dessert! This bakery is closed!”

She licked her lips. “I’ve got the key.”

“STOP TALKING IN METAPHORS.”

Felix was still face-down in the pillow when she straddled his thighs like a woman possessed.

“I just don’t get it,” she sighed dreamily, hands spreading across his lower back like a renaissance painter preparing to sketch his muse. “How is it so round? So plush? So… biteable?” she stared at the Calvin Klein Boxershorts.

He let out a noise that could only be described as a muffled wheeze of betrayal. “Y/N. Baby. It is literally three in the morning.”

“I know,” she cooed. “That’s why I want it now. The nightly cravings.”

He twisted his head to the side.“You literally said that exact sentence last week when you tried to climb me like a jungle gym while I was eating nachos.”

“And you loved it.”

“I choked on a jalapeño and almost died.”

She smirked. “Exactly. After that you ate me out. What a way to go.”

“I haven’t even digested dinner!”

“That’s okay, now I’m the one digesting.”

He blinked.

“Felix,” she said reverently, as if she was about to recite scripture. “Your ass is like a peach carved by angels. A gift from the gods. Michelangelo could never. The Louvre is shaking. Doja Cat wrote ‘Juicy’ for you.”

“I’m breaking up with you.”

“You’re only in your Boxers and I’m on top of you. Be serious. You can‘t live without me”

She was right. He groaned, rolling onto his side, trying to scoot away. She followed like a determined raccoon after a shiny object.

“You don’t even know what you’re asking for,” he whined.

“I know exactly what I’m asking for. Face down, ass up, let me French kiss your Cheeks.”

He buried his face back in the pillow. “I’m calling Seungmin.”

“It’s 3am, he’s not picking up.”

“I’m texting Hyunjin.”

“He’ll help me.”

Felix finally flipped over, eyes wide and tragic. “Why now? Why this moment in time? Why is your whole personality suddenly centered around my butthole?!”

She leaned down until their noses touched.

“You underestimate how much I want to ruin you in the name of pleasure.”

He gulped. “…You’re insane.”

She grinned. “Turn around and find out.”

Felix sighed dramatically as he turned, flopped onto his stomach, dragging the pillow over his head like it might shield him from her deranged mission.

“You’re really not letting this go, huh,” he mumbled into the cotton. “It’s 3 a.m., Y/N. People are supposed to sleep at 3 a.m.”

She straddled the backs of his thighs like a woman on a mission. “People also nut at 3 a.m. It’s a sacred time.”

“Nothing about this is sacred.”

He yelped when she gave his ass a light slap through the fabric of his boxers. “You say that, but your body’s already getting shy,” she teased, fingers dipping under the waistband. “What’s wrong, pretty boy? Scared of a little tongue?”

“You are way too excited about this,” he muttered, but made no effort to stop her as she started peeling the boxers down.

She did it slow, dramatic—like she was unwrapping the world’s most unhinged birthday present. He kicked a little when they got stuck at his knees.

“Oh my god—lift your hips, you useless slut,” she snapped, swatting his thigh.

“Why are you bullying me and trying to eat my ass,” he whined, doing as told.

“Duality,” she replied sweetly.

Once his boxers were off, she sat back for a moment just to look. Her hands molded over the softness of him, thumbs spreading across the curve of his ass with open appreciation.

“Literally obsessed,” she breathed. “I‘m going to dig in, not even Chan could pull me out”

“I’m going to cry,” he muttered into the mattress. “I feel like a girl in a Kevin Gates song.”

Then he let out a choked little noise when she leaned down and kissed the inside of one cheek. Soft. Almost loving. Then another kiss, closer to center.

“You’re seriously—oh, fuck—”

He cut himself off when her tongue slid between the cheeks, slow and wet and deliberate. His legs twitched. His hand grabbed at the sheets like they might save him.

Her hands held him firm, spreading him open while her tongue dragged another lick, more pressure this time—confident now that he wasn’t fighting it. Not that he could fight. He was trembling already.

“Fuck,” he muttered. “Fuck, that’s weird—wait—why does it—”

“Feel good?” she said smugly, breath hot as she dipped back in. “Just take it.”

He let out a broken noise, forehead pressed to the bed.

“Y/N,” he groaned, voice all wrecked and low. “I swear, if you make me cum from this I’m never making eye contact with you again.”

“Oh no,” she pouted. “How will I survive.”

“Y/N,” he gasped, already breathless, hips twitching as she licked another firm stripe right over the spot that made his thighs jerk.

“What?” she asked sweetly, pulling back to admire the way he was panting, the mess of his hair, the tremble in his thighs. “Shy now?”

“I—I’m not even supposed to like this—”

“Oh, baby,” she giggled, “you love this.”

He whined into the sheets, like the pillow could shield him from the truth.

Then she grabbed his hips with both hands and said, “Actually, turn over.”

“What?!”

“Turn. Over.”

“No—no, why—why do you need to see my face while you do this?”

“Because it’s pretty. And I want to watch it fall apart.”

He made a strangled little sound that might’ve been a protest, but she was already manhandling him—gripping his waist and flipping him over. He landed on his back, wide-eyed, dazed, legs still twitching.

And then she pushed. Bent his knees to his chest, folded him clean in half, heels hovering in the air. His face flushed so violently.

“Y/N,” he cried, face buried in his hands. “I LOOK STUPID—”

“You look delicious,” she corrected, kneeling between his legs, lowering herself like she was about to consume a five-star meal. “This is better. Now I can look at you and eat you.”

“I’m going to have a nervous breakdown,” he muttered, hands sliding helplessly through his hair as she lowered her head.

Then her tongue was back, this time with no hesitation, no teasing—just feasting. She licked him open, slow and deep, lips slick and greedy, moaning like she was genuinely enjoying herself.

Felix arched off the bed with a broken moan, thighs trembling, fists curled in the sheets.

“Fuck, fuck—stop—don’t stop—” He didn’t know what he wanted. All he knew was that her tongue was dragging circles that made his brain go fuzzy, and he could see her now—could see her eyes, half-lidded, cheeks flushed, hair falling over her face like she was starving for him.

“Why does this feel so good,” he whimpered. “Why the fuck does this feel—fuck—don‘t stop baby”

“You’re melting,” she whispered, voice low and proud, licking right over his hole before sucking on it like he was the sweetest thing she’d ever tasted. “Such a good boy. Look at you.”

His eyes rolled back. His hips bucked into the air like his body was begging for more despite his mouth saying otherwise.

“I hate this,” he moaned.

“You love it,” she corrected, licking deep. “You’re going to cum just like this, aren’t you?”

“I’m gonna cry.”

“Do it,” she breathed. “Cry for me.”

Felix couldn’t take it anymore.

His legs were trembling, spread wide, knees still pressed toward his chest as she devoured him like she hadn’t eaten in days. The slurping sounds were filthy, obscene in the dark quiet of their bedroom. Her tongue flicked, circled, dipped—and every time, his whole body jolted like he was being electrocuted with pleasure.

His hands clawed the sheets. “Y/N—fuck—I’m close—I think I’m gonna—”

“I know,” she moaned against him, breath hot and wet. She slid her hand between her own thighs, fingers disappearing between soaked folds, working herself furiously as she kept going, tonguing him through every twitch and whimper.

“I shouldn’t like this,” he sobbed, red-faced, sweaty, overwhelmed.

“But you do,” she gasped. “You love it. Look at you—fucking shaking for me—”

He was shaking. Legs spasming, toes curled, cock untouched and leaking, hips trying to thrust into nothing as she licked him right on the edge of madness. She pushed her tongue deeper, lips sealing over him, and—

“Y/N—!” he cried out, high and desperate, thighs clamping around her head as he came hard, untouched, whole body bucking against the sheets as he lost control.

She didn’t stop. Licked him through every twitch, moaning as she came at the same time, fingers still working between her legs, body clenching tight as her orgasm ripped through her with a loud, needy cry muffled by the mess of his thighs.

By the time she pulled back, they were both breathless and trembling.

Felix collapsed against the bed like a broken marionette, legs still spread open, chest heaving.

She crawled up his body, kissed his flushed cheeks, then kissed his mouth—slow and deep and sweet, like none of what just happened had been borderline illegal.

“Thank you,” she whispered against his lips.

He blinked. “What.”

“I’m really glad you let me do that,” she said, smiling like a satisfied little freak. “It meant a lot.”

He stared at her like she’d grown a second head. “You just—you—I—I came from getting my ass eaten and you’re thanking me like I handed you a bouquet?!”

“You did hand me something beautiful,” she said seriously. “Your ass.”

He looked at the ceiling in utter defeat.

“Take your time,” she hummed, cuddling into his side like the angel of filth she was. “You’ll be begging for it next time.”

His eye twitched. “…Don’t say ‘next time.’”

“Next time.”

“Y/N!”

Y/N curled into his side like nothing in the world had just happened—like she hadn’t just tongue-fucked him into an out-of-body experience.

She nuzzled his shoulder, voice all soft and sleepy. “Cuddle me now. Let’s go back to sleep.”

Felix was still spread out like roadkill, sweat cooling on his skin, brain soup. “I need… to clean myself first. I can’t sleep like this.”

She pouted against his arm. “I already licked you clean.”

“Emotionally, and i‘m full of cum Y/N,” he said flatly, sitting up with great effort.

She watched him stumble toward the bathroom, still butt-naked and sore-looking, and as soon as the light hit him—there it was.

That ass.

Perfect. Glowing. Slightly red from how hard she’d gone. The arch in his back when he walked? Unholy.

Y/N stared, shameless and awed.

He paused in the doorway. Froze. Then turned slowly, catching her eyes directly on the goods.

“Y/N,” he snapped, pointing a warning finger. “Don’t. Look. At. My. Ass.”

“I literally just made out with it,” she pointed out.

“Yeah, and now you’re gazing at it like it’s a damn Van Gogh.”

“It kind of is.”

He groaned, running a hand through his hair.

Then he pointed again, sharp and serious. “You get to eat it again only if you swear you won’t tell the boys about this. I’m not walking into the dorm and getting called Peachy Princess for the next year.”

Y/N grinned like the gremlin she was. “My lips are sealed, you pretty boy.”

He narrowed his eyes.

“Swear on your favorite hoodie.”

“I swear on your entire ass.”

“…I don’t know whether to be honored or afraid.”

“Little bit of both,” she said with a wink, and rolled onto her side, giggling to herself as he shut the bathroom door—his cheeks (all four of them) red and glowing.

[cxffecoupx]

cheol as a boy dad

boy dad! seungcheol fluff, requested warnings: reader has a womb, cheol being down bad for his baby boy word count: 705 author's notes: requested by anon (thank you so much!!) I hope you like it. i never really thought about boy dad cause cheol's definitely a girl dad for me but I loved writing this so much! Lemme know what you think :) check out 'cheol as a girl dad' here.

boy dad! cheol who starts crying in the hospital seeing a junior version of him. his big boba eyes are yours, no doubt, but the little pout that finds home on his baby's lips are unmistakably his — even he can't deny it. his eyes start watering when his baby boy holds his index finger with his whole palm.

boy dad! cheol who litters gentle kisses on your sweaty face, murmuring the sweetest of praises on how you did so well and how your baby is a sweet healthy boy who looks like the best of them both. your tears melt into his as you both happily sob over this moment of joy.

boy dad! cheol who you always find around your baby, smiling and cooing at him, playing with him and his toys and always bringing a wide grin to your baby's face. the child's laughter fills your little home and you can't help but sigh in content.

boy dad! cheol who always traces the baby's features delicately: the eyes that reflect the same shine that yours hold, the lips that pout the same way he does, the little button nose and the cheeks that seungcheol withholds the urge to bite because they're so chubby and so.... biteable (the cuteness aggression is so real right now!!)

boy dad! cheol who loves to dress your child in matching clothes as his. you search for seungcheol as you browse through the women's section, only to find him approaching you with two same shirts in different sizes. everytime you all go out you stand out because you're walking around with two same people, just different fonts.

boy dad! cheol who wraps his hands around your waist and kisses your neck, surprising you as you make dinner. who always takes time to appreciate you about all the struggles you had to deal with during the pregnancy, and how you've made him more happy than any man in this world.

you turn around and start kissing him, but just as things were about to dive deeper, your little trouble-maker stumbles up to you both and starts tugging on your pants. seungcheol grabs the child and tucking him in between you both, gives you and your child a bone-crushing hug that ends up making your son giggle endlessly. cheol gently whispers how he's holding his world in his arms right now, and your cheeks hurt from smiling so hard.

boy dad! cheol who pouts and whines everytime your son ignores him and runs to you. you don't realise how, but your son takes more liking to you, running to you first whenever you return home from somewhere, or whenever he needs something. although seungcheol loves to see it, he lowkey hates how he's just left there, hands outstretched for a hug hanging in the air. he dramatically falls to the floor, kicking his feet and whining which makes your son run from your arms to fall onto his dad's chest, giggling with how cheol tickles him.

boy dad! cheol who gets so excited to take your son to the first day of his school. although having to leave him makes his sad, he's excited for his son's new step in his life and will be all ears to hear him talk all about whatever happened at school. he sneakily gives his son a sweet treat without you knowing (it's their little secret now) as he tells everything he learnt in class that day.

boy dad! cheol who always teaches his son to respect everyone he meets in his life. he hopes that his son learns from watching the way he treats you, his wife, with all the love and respect he could give. he hopes that one day, when his son grows up, he treats his wife the same way seungcheol treats you now.

boy dad! cheol who, even though secretly wished for a baby girl, becomes extremely elated with his precious little baby boy, in whom he sees both you and him. hes feels like the luckiest man on earth — with a wife he loves with every inch of him and a lovely son who he wants to keep happy for the rest of his life. his little, happy family.

[anthotneystark]

Well, if you're rough and ready for love (Honey, I'm tougher than the rest)

(edit: now on ao3!)

Eddie is suffering.

It’s hardly the first time, but it’s self-inflicted this time. At least it’s not going to physically almost kill him like the bats did.

Emotionally, sure, but not physically. That has to be some kind of win.

“Did you get Vecna’d? Do I have to get my trumpet? I don’t know if you can play Metallica on a horn, but I’ll try if you need me to.”

“Buckley, I would pay money to see you attempt it,” he says absently, his gaze never moving.

“Good, I could use the bonus.”

“Probably a good time to say I’ve only got Monopoly money.”

“Damn, there goes that plan.”

He hums an agreement, startling a moment later when a hand is suddenly blocking his view.

“Stop drooling, it’s not attractive.”

“Nothing about me is attractive to you.”

“Fair, but still. Ew,” she snorts.

“It’s not my fault, I can’t help it. He’s just so….” He doesn’t even have a word for it, so he just sighs.

“Who would have thought. Mr. Anti-Conformity drooling over Jock Extraordinaire. He’s wearing pastels. What have you become?”

“Shut up, he’s your platonic soulmate.”

“He is. And I love him. I just also know that he’s all sporty and preppy.”

“He can be as sporty as he wants as long as he keeps wearing those shorts he had on the other day.”

“Gross.”

“Even you can admit he looked good.”

“Sure, but you’re drooling again.”

He should be allowed a little drool. Steve had looked so biteable.

“He’s not even wearing shorts today, it’s too cold for that, doofus.” It was. Summer had well and truly turned into fall. Shorts had been replaced by jeans (except on the days Steve and Lucas played basketball, then the shorts came back out), polos more often than not were exchanged for sweaters, and by god, it was kissing him even more than the shorts and tank tops of summer had.

(This is without even considering the extreme number of shirts that Steve had sacrificed to become half shirts “for more air flow, because I can’t just walk around shirtless, obviously.” Because it was obvious. Showing his chest was too much, but the soft skin of his stomach, interrupted by the trail of dark hair vanishing under his waist band, wasn’t too much. Obviously.)

It made no sense. It shouldn’t have been worse with less skin showing. But it was because somehow, knowing that the soft knit of those sweaters was covering slowly paling skin, strong muscles and that beautiful, amazing layer of softness that rounded out hard edges…well, it completely ruined his train of thought until he couldn’t remember where he’d been going originally.

Worth it, just getting to imagine how Steve looked under his clothes.

“He’s worn this stuff before, why does it have you in a coma today?” Robin sighs, put upon even though it was her decision to sit with him.

“His hair.” Because that was the kicker today. Because Steve Harrington had never walked outside looking less than completely perfect.

Because Steve somehow managed to look amazing even roughed up and dirty.

Because Stevie was comfortable with himself and picked the clothes he liked and didn’t bother hiding scars that only proved how far he’d be willing to go to protect his loved ones and didn’t care about if he didn’t look perfect.

“He didn’t style it.”

“I can see how you’d get that impression, but I assure you he did.”

“What?!” That makes Eddie finally look at her, nearly falling over where he’s sat.

“Yeah. It’s just not hairspray. He’s trying something new.”

“It works for him.” The response is automatic. Because it’s true. Because poofed up and closer to god could only work on someone as pretty as Steve, and gunked up and water-logged could only work on someone as pretty as Steve, and bedhead could only look that good on someone as pretty as Steve.

Steve is just. So pretty.

But today, today it’s not firmly in place, soft even if it’s not going to move from it’s position. Today it’s not slicked back with water as he pops up from under it to splash one of the kids. Today it’s not half flat from where he slept on it, the same side he’ll leave pressed into Eddie’s shoulder if he’s not quite ready to start the day.

Today, it’s soft, curling around his ears, over his forehead, fluttering in the wind. It’s not the same kind of curly that his own hair is, the chaotic kind that if he tried to brush it, it’d eat the brush. It’s gentler, and he desperately wants to touch it.

“Seriously, I’m worried about your brain right now.”

“My brain is fine.”

“Close your mouth then.” Well, that’s embarrassing. He tosses a glare at her, and it’s just enough time to miss Steve heading their way. He does fall over where he’s sitting this time, but it’s so worth it because it makes Steve laugh.

He’d do an embarrassing amount of things to hear that laugh.

“You okay?” Steve asks, looking so fond and amused at Eddie’s antics that it makes his heart skip a beat.

It’s still surprising, having that look aimed at him, getting it from Steve.

“Fear not, Sir Stevington, I will survive,” he says, pushing himself up dramatically. Steve’s eyes crinkle as he snorts another laugh, and they both ignore Robin quietly bleching.

“Yeah? Good. I’d hate to see you get through everything just to get taken out by your own theatrics,” Steve says. Eddie doesn’t even have time to react – Steve’s smiling and that always slows him down – when his gorgeous, beautiful friend pulls off that pale green sweater and presses it into Eddie’s hands.

“Don’t get cold on me, alright? I saw you shivering,” he says, like he hasn’t just ruffled his own hair once more and completely distracted all of Eddie’s thoughts in the blink of an eye.

And then he’s gone, off to give another attempt at skateboarding (trying to follow Max’s instructions and letting her laugh at him when she hears him fall before she does whatever trick it is perfectly even without her sight), and Eddie is left standing there, watching that perfect, broad back covered by a too tight tee shirt.

“This is a whole new level of pathetic, I think.”

“Shup it,” Eddie says, then freezes, feels her shit-eating grin growing. “Shut up!” He groans.

She can laugh all she wants, he decides, pulling Steve’s sweater over his head. It’s warm with his body heat, smells like his soap and his cologne and him.

She can laugh, he’s got a beautiful boy to watch, one who looks at him with a promise of what’s to come, when the time is right.

[mediumgayitalian]

It is so rare, for a day of peace. So, so rare. For the Apollo cabin to be empty, for siblings to be busy, for the sun to be gentle and the birds to be sweet.

"Hey, Will."

So serene. Truly. Cecil lounging on Will's bed, remembering to have taken his shoes off for once. Quietly flipping through a comic book. Will, suffering but willingly, with his Calculus III textbook on the floor. Actually making progress this time, gunning through practice questions.

And Lou Ellen.

It always has to be one of them.

Lou Ellen watches, velvet skirts tucked under her crossed ankles, dark eyes squinting in contemplation.

Will barely looks up, scrawling something illegible over the most graphite-smudged paper maybe in the entire world.

"Yeah."

"Can we kiss for a little bit?"

That works. The slowly shifting sun through the dusty windows pauses. The chisme plants turn, slowly, shifting their stems to the center of the cabin. Will takes a full seventeen seconds to visibly separate from his textbook, process the question, and erupt into a shade of red previously unknown to man.

"Um," he says, or rather squeaks. "Yes?"

Cecil snorts, turning a page.

"Bicycle."

"Shut the fuck up, Cecil."

"Just like your father."

"Shut the fuck up, Cecil."

"I just want to try something," Lou Ellen soothes, potentially hearing the lack of breathing happening in Will's general direction. "Like, for science. That works for you, right, nerd?"

"Science generally begins with a hypothesis and due process," says Will weakly. But he dutifully crawls over to her direction, settling in front of her. "Um. Now?"

"Now would be great," Lou Ellen agrees. She tilts her head. "So do you just, like, go for it, or...?"

"I mean. In my experience?"

"Which is about to go from two to three," Cecil adds.

This time, Lou Ellen and Will are in perfect sync:

"Shut the fuck up, Cecil!"

Cecil flips another page and promises nothing.

The determination has slowed some of the blush in Will's face, containing it high in his cheeks. Or, well, spite. Cecil-branded fury. That does a whole lot of activating every modicum of ADHD impulsivity in Will's soul.

"Okay," he says, nodding to himself. He meets Lou Ellen's wide, round eyes. "Okay, so I'm gonna -- lean in. And we gotta close our eyes or it's weird. And then I'm gonna kiss you, okay? And you test."

Lou Ellen nods, serious. "Got it."

She breathes in, then out. She purses her lips, leaning forward. Her hands rest, fingers spread, on her knees. Her eyes flutter shut.

Will exhales. He squeezes his eyes shut.

He leans in, gently, and presses his lips to hers, resting a warm hand on the soft curve of her jaw.

"Hm," says Lou Ellen, as they separate. "Hm."

Will shifts nervously.

"You smell good," he offers. "And you taste like orange shampoo. In a good way."

Lou Ellen narrows her eyes at him. She reaches her hand out slowly, like how you may approach a startled horse, and grabs Will's chin with the tips of her fingers.

"Why," Will says.

"Hm," says Lou Ellen, again. She moves his face from side to side, inspecting. Will does not protest, but does choose to make an entirely unintelligible gesture with his hands. "You are hot, aren't you."

"Gah??" Will says. The confusions shifts rapidly from his face; his eyes widen, pupils narrowing, he tries and fails to pull slightly away and generally makes a collection of noises that boil down to hey, pardon. "I'm??"

Cecil choses this moment in time to tuck his comic carefully away, facing his friends in full. He also chooses to take this time to appraise Will's slightly squished face, nodding smugly.

"Yeah, he's a babe."

"Right, okay, that's what I thought. It's the bone structure, right, it totally --"

"Yeah, yeah, and the pouty lips, that definitely --"

"--you're so literally right --"

"You ever watched his shoulders?"

"They're biteable! Biteable, and when he plays volleyball it's like --"

"--yep. And his legs are approximately the length of the equator."

"Freckly, too, it's so --"

"His eyes??"

"I know??"

"Honestly wild."

They turn to him, twin dark brown eyes glowing amber in the sun, appraising him from his golden hair to his bare toes. Will, unfortunately, seems to be right on the urge of passing out, so red he has begun to glow, so warm Lou is forced to let go, and so lightheaded he has begun to sway.

"Hngg-what," he mumbles, eyes far away. "Wha -- I'm --"

Cecil pokes gently at him with his toe.

"I think we broke him," he observes.

"I see," Lou Ellen agrees, chin in her hands. "That's kinda cute, too."

"Oh yah. He's like -- he's never not a smokeshow, you know? Like he's hot when he's mad."

"Smoking."

"And the whole -- it's diabolical to say, but he's like..."

"Movie star pretty when he cries. Yeah, yeah, I hear you."

They turn to each other, lips pursed in thought. They turn back to their slightly dying friend.

"Hm," they say, together.

Will begins to pray. His father, intrigued, only shifts to better the lighting on Will's face. Will agonizes, shifting to pray to his aunt. This too proves useless.

"You know," says Lou Ellen. She taps her manicured finger against her cheek. "We could always share him."

Cecil raises his eyebrows. "We could?"

"Do I??" Will gestures wildly, face now glowing so brightly he is kind of hard to see. "Get a say??"

Cecil and Lou Ellen look at each other. They look back at Will.

"No."

"Nah."

"That's! I am -- taken, okay! I!"

Cecil snorts. "A long-standing crush on greasy Gerard Way does not count as --"

"It's not his fault he's greasy!"

Lou Ellen observes the boys. She hums to herself, rocking back on her knees.

"-- and he's hardly ever here, you met him like twice --"

"Four times! And he's charming!"

Hm indeed.

"I have an announcement to make," Lou Ellen announces.

Both boys stop immediately. Lou Ellen nods graciously, sitting regally on Will's bed. Will pouts a little, but says nothing.

"I am considering converting to lesbianism," she says solemnly. "I'm not sure yet, but I have been presented with a case and it is compelling."

Will and Cecil shrug, making noises of agreement.

"Yeah, fair."

"I mean, girls. I get you."

Will clears his throat. "But, uh. No boys? For sure?" His pout returns. It is indeed very cute. "Did I do a bad job?"

Lou Ellen reaches over and pats him very gently on the head. Her bangles get in his eyes a little. He blinks them away politely.

"Aw, no. You just seem very hung up, and I'm not sure how well dating Cecil would work, and no one else will talk to me yet."

"Dating me is an amazing experience, I have references," Cecil says, at the same time Will says, "Wait, still?"

There is a pause. Again, they speak at the same time:

"Stop using me as a reference, Cecil, gods."

"You want me to vandalize their possession for you, Lou? I would love to do that for you."

Lou Ellen moves to pat Cecil gently and condensendingly on the head.

"I'm good. Thanks, though. Chiron says they just need time. And perhaps an ass-kicking, if I feel so inclined."

"Sage."

"Good advice, that."

They all nod at each other. Wordlessly, they stand, returning to their earlier positions: Cecil, reclining on Will's bed, having abandoned the comic book for a nap; Will, poking at his math; and Lou Ellen, passing a green spark around her fingers and carefully Observing.

It takes her several minutes of reflection to blink and realise.

References.

Her eyes widen.

"Hey, wait a second --"

[formulaonecrumbs]

junie ik ive requested a lot today (take your time. my brain is working overtime rn) but can you do reader just biting osc out of nowhere? also when osc calls reader baby it has me kicking my feet

-🧸

just a little nibble

Oscar Piastri x PCOS!reader

summary: reader bites oscar out of nowhere.

warnings: biting, but just fluff

A/N: i think i hate this but i also haven’t written in a WHIILLLEE so i’m cutting myself some slack. ive come out of hibernation to write a few fics. i already have a few written out so i’m getting those out rn. enjoy, my love 🫶❤️

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you’re in bed, legs tangled with oscar’s, both of you half-asleep and half-annoying each other in the way only two people who are completely obsessed can be. he’s lying on his stomach, arms tucked under the pillow, eyes closed, mouth twitching with that smug little grin he always gets when he knows he’s winning.

“stop poking me,” you mumble.

“i’m not even touching you.”

you reach over and press your fingers into his side. “you’re breathing too loud.”

he snorts without opening his eyes. “you’re so dramatic, baby.”

and that’s when you do it — lean in and bite his shoulder. not hard enough to hurt, just enough for him to flinch and jerk away with a gasp.

“what the—” he twists around to stare at you, blinking like you just threw a punch. “did you just bite me?”

you grin. “maybe.”

he stares at you in disbelief, like you’ve lost your mind, then laughs. “you’re such a menace.”

“you love it.”

“i do,” he says instantly, leaning in close, voice low and amused. “but i’m gonna need an explanation, baby.”

you shrug and crawl back into his space, cheek pressed to his bare back. “you looked biteable.”

he hums, and you can feel the smugness return instantly. “can’t blame you. i am irresistible.”

you bite him again — gentler this time — and he makes a surprised sound before flipping you over and pinning you down with a grin.

“okay,” he says, “you asked for it.”

and the night turns into tangled limbs and laughter and kisses that taste like love, all with oscar calling you baby every chance he gets, because he knows exactly what it does to you.

THE END :>

[haikyu-mp4]

Classroom duty

word count; 1317 – f!reader

Iwaizumi was on classroom duty this week and he used to hate that. It meant that he got to volleyball practice late and didn’t even have time for a healthy snack. In addition, he had to make some kind of small talk with whoever he was paired with. It goes by the pairs in which the desks are placed and he was never the best at socialising outside of the athletic world.

However, classroom duty wasn’t so bad this time around, because ever since last break, he was paired up with you. Iwa didn’t notice you that much before, he just knew you were bright and kind. And of course, he couldn’t deny to the universe that you were nice to look at, but he would still keep trying to deny it to his friends. 

He knew he was fond of you. You with the cartoonish drawings of the teacher on the sides of your notes so you could make him smile in class. You with the lipgloss that looked like it might not taste good, despite how it made your lips look so biteable. You with the evil little laugh every time your paper ball would hit the trash and his didn’t. Yeah, Hajime Iwaizumi was very fond of you.

“Iwa?”

“Sorry,” he shook his head and chuckled awkwardly, glancing around at the pristine classroom. “What did you say?”

You snorted a laugh and turned around pointing to the garbage bags collected by the door and ready to be thrown away. “I said, let’s go?” Hajime spurred into action, happily finishing up here and putting those muscles to good use.

Usually, there was this thing where the people on classroom duty did rock paper scissors for who took the trash, letting the other off. No one knows who started it, but it stuck. Oikawa seemed to believe you and Hajime were the only ones who didn’t follow tradition.

“Why does she even go with you when all she does is hold up the lid on the trash can while you do all the heavy lifting?” Oikawa complained now that his best friend was finally back in his volleyball uniform. Some might say he was jealous.

Iwaizumi shrugged, about to answer when someone else did from behind him, making him turn around and causing Oikawa to lift a brow at the interruption.

“Sounds like she likes you.”

“Mad dog?” Oikawa exclaimed dramatically with a gasp. Kyotani glared at the setter.

“No, we just do it that way, you know?“ Iwaizumi said, sounding a bit like he was fishing to hear it again. Hear that you might like him.

“Okay, whatever,” Kyotani grumbled. Charming as ever. His two per cent of extra respect for Iwaizumi went into that effort and now it was spent.

They went back to practice, and Oikawa forgot about the interrupted gossip as soon as the practice game started, leaving Iwaizumi to mull this over himself. When this week was over, would you stop talking to him so much?

The next morning, you’re both there early to prepare the classroom, and Iwaizumi greeted you with a shy nod. “Last day!” you cheered. Iwaizumi’s eyes followed you for a few seconds as you skipped over to the teacher’s desk, where you picked up the note left by the teacher and then walked over to the chalkboard to prepare it. He liked how you were always so bright, even as you had to be there earlier than everyone else. And then he was happy to see you weren’t invincible, when you looked a little more tired in the evening while walking out with the trash, stubborn smile still directed at him like you refused to give up.

But for now, it’s still morning. “You sound excited, any plans this weekend?” he asked, leaving the mop in the corner after mopping the floors. Then he strolled up beside you, picking up the sponge to go wet it. You turned to glance at him exactly when he turned away. Maybe he’ll ask me out if I say no?

“Not much. Just happy it’s the last day we have to do these chores,” you said, seemingly carefree in adding little hearts and stars around what the teacher wanted. It made Iwa smile as he placed the wet sponge on the little edge beneath the chalkboard.

Wait, she’s happy we’re done? Maybe Kyotani is totally clueless. “Oh,” he said, not meaning to. “Me too.”

“That doesn’t sound very convincing,” you teased, putting the chalk down and turning to him. “You like taking the trash out?”

“Maybe…” he said defensively, clenching his fists and then unclenching them again. “I like hanging out with you.” There, at least he said something.

“Iwaizumi…” He looked at you hopefully but glanced away quickly when he realised his face was burning. “You know we still sit beside each other when the week is finished, right? It’s not like I’ll stop talking to you.”

Iwaizumi’s eyes widened, embarrassment sinking into every nerve of his body because he hadn’t much thought about that. “Of course,” he said first like it was instinctual. I just like hanging out with you alone. That’s what he should have said. Instead, he stuttered out meaningless sounds for a second before the bell rang and students started rushing to their seats, meaning you had to move too.

Oikawa sighed from the entrance to the classroom, in absolute disbelief at how his best friend, the ace of all aces, in his opinion, could fumble so badly for a girl.

“Iwa-chan!” Iwaizumi closed his eyes at the agitating, grating voice that interrupted his peaceful lunch on a bench outside in the sun.

“Shittykawa.”

“Hey! I’m here to help you.” He sat down beside his best friend, opening his bento and stuffing some food in his mouth. Iwaizumi was chewing slowly and waiting to hear more with a disinterested look on his face.

“With?”

“Your love life.”

Oikawa went on a rant about grand gestures, making some very grand gestures himself while explaining, and Iwa could just not figure out why the girls swooned for him when he looked so stupidly invested in his stupid plan for his stupid love life.

“Are you even listening?” Oikawa asked, angrily stuffing another spoonful of food into his mouth.

“Absolutely not. I will not be renting a horse and armour.” And even though that was evidence he had in fact listened, Oikawa was not pleased that his best friend didn’t seem to understand what an expert in love he was. “She’s probably not even interested.”

“Iwa!” Another voice said, making him turn around and almost knock over the water bottle beside his bento.

“That you listen to.” Oikawa mocked from his side, but anything he said went in one ear and out the other once again, when his eyes fell on you.

“Hey,” Hajime greeted you, somewhat awkwardly as you hadn’t chatted much outside the classroom or on the way to the trash containers. “What’s up?”

“Are you doing anything this weekend?�� you asked, your words sharing space with a sigh as you had jogged over.

“He’s not,” Oikawa answered, and while that would normally make him annoyed, he just repeated it while still looking at you.

“I’m not.”

“Maybe we can go out for some ice cream? Or a coffee?” you asked further, and it was obvious that you were nervous despite trying to seem confident, not smiling like you usually did. He didn’t answer right away, so you involuntarily went into a word vomit. “I was waiting for you to ask, but then you didn’t and if you’re not interested then we can just forget this, but…” You stopped and looked at him hopefully, one hand on either hip.

“Take him, please.”

Iwaizumi didn’t even need to look to plant his hand over Oikawa’s face before giving you an endearing smile. “I’m interested. Coffee sounds perfect.”

masterlist

/a special thanks to @cottonlemonade for helping me with my writer's block for this one

[ikemenomegas]

Too cute

so my cats do this thing where they will groom each other, nap a bit, then start snapping at each other until they have a chase around the house

It was really difficult to cull this list, so I chose ones that seemed fun or obvious from my character list. The experience illuminated the separation and overlap between whumpable characters and ones you want to mess up with your own hands oop.

▷∥ Jihyun (V), Alucard, Joanne Harcourt, Kunikida, Dazai, Jōno, Sasuke, Itachi, Obito, Haku, Jiaoqiu, Sunday, Lucio, Asra, Yoshida

now, this list looks deceptively short, but as a vertical post is excruciatingly long. hopefully there's something for everyone, below the cut!

🐊 read until the end for a few extra treats🐊

Omegas who elicit cuteness aggression:

Jihyun (V)

Extremely biteable, extremely squishable, much more playful rather than passive after he learns how to put up boundaries. He's especially nice to overstimulate because he gets wriggly and does a particularly weird thing where he chirps at you, like calling you, and yes, it is very sweet because it's like a reassurance thing, but also it's a bit silly how it gets faster and more frequent the most overstimulated he is. He does overlap quite strongly with a whump factor. He is very pretty when he cries and when he behaves gently or pitifully this makes him even more biteable. Pounce on him. Nicely.

Alucard

Blonde goth sad boy aesthetic, especially with the season 4(?) outfit, makes you want to hug him. Harder. Harder!!! Squeeze him hard!! Luckily, he's very durable and tolerates this with good grace. Biting is interesting because of the whole vampire thing, which I like to think is mutually erotic if you both bite one another. He develops a bit of a degradation thing at some point, and he'll get cute and bratty if you tease him about being a needy little thing, letting you punish or goad him into compliance. He also has overlap with the whump part of the venn diagram but probably don't squish him when he's actually feeling down. Measure out the cuteness aggression by kissing him lots, it'll make you and him feel better.

Joanne Harcourt (before anyone gets stupid, when I talk about Joanne Harcourt he is of course aged up, having survived having the Earl Phantomhive as a friend and hopefully graduated from fantasy Eton little worse for wear)

Joanne gets overwhelmed easily, and whines and trembles when he is. It is exceedingly cute. Tall and willowy with a shy demeanor, luminous eyes, and lightly wind-blushed cheeks (oxford commas!), Joanne is a true English-rose of an omega in traditional high collars and never caught without gloves. If you want to be the one to mess him up with your own hands, you have to be a little bit willing to growl at other alphas who want to do the same but won't take responsibility for it. However, Joanne doesn't carry a strong "whump" factor. He mostly seems to elicit pity and protective instincts when he interacts with the worse part of Phantomhive's magic nonsense, or the underbelly of London.

Kunikida

I never said acting on cuteness aggression is smart with every omega. The first time you finally give in and just... nibble on him, I think Kunikida would start yelling "ouch, what was that for, what a degenerate alpha doing this where anyone can see" yadda yadda, etc etc, honestly a total diva about it, okay maybe you feel a tiny bit guilty, but that is what you love about him. He has a cranky old man attitude, no filter, and a tsundere demeanor that absolutely doesn't land with everyone, but it's extremely funny to make him mad, you get why Dazai does it, and in your case the more he puffs like a done kettle, the more you want to pin him down and make him yell more (he yells after you leave him covered in marks too 😈, it's a shame you're too tired from making them to do more)

Megumi

Triggers cuteness aggression and is just aggressive rip. Snappish, sullen, extremely shy when he reciprocates romantic affection (because it means confronting feelings besides justified irritation and righteous anger and self-effacement). You'd think he'd have Sasuke energy but he's more grumbly than outright lowkey hateful to individuals but does occasionally exhibit some like, aggressive puppy behavior, including the "gets tired and just lays tummy-up on the floor". He's also a little bit used to it. His... Gojo, Gojo's alpha, his sister's friends (Tsumiki knows him too well to be taken in most of the time), Yuuji, Maki... you get it. It's that cute face and "you can't make me admit I like attention" that draws everyone.

Sasuke

Unlike his glass doll of a brother, Sasuke can take some roughhousing and is used to it... from his brother, but also from Shisui and some other cousins/mentors (more on this later). He's sort of resigned to it when he first realizes his alpha is sneaking in some extra squishing or nibbling (as long as it's not so visible it ruins his image). Later though, he starts to expect it and will pout mightily if you don't roughhouse with him extoling both his behavioral and physical delights. This happens the first time during a heat and he is ruthless after, due to being thoroughly embarrassed. When you tone it down to give him time to calm down... he gets petty. Don't you think he's cute anymore! Why aren't you pinching his thighs or his butt when he walks by, why don't you "sneak" up behind him and burry your face in his shirt! Thus comes a rare moment of him sitting on your lap when you're reading and intentionally being cute and putting your hand on his legs to tell you to get on with it again.

Jiaoqiu

The first thing is he makes cute sounds. When he yawns it's like a kitten or a puppy yawning. If you rub his ears or massage behind them, he can make this high-pitched sighing sound that is so cute it literally can flatten someone. The second thing is that his fur parts are so soft he has to scold you for touching him too much/all the time, squeezing too hard like a rambunctious pup. If you look pathetic about it, he will show you how to grab him in ways that are not uncomfortable (and my even lead to something else 😉). The third thing is he is cute when he is cooking (or making medicine but we have to have some self-control). He hums to himself and shuffles in place like he's dancing when he's cooking, and he's so happy when something tastes good. He doesn't cry but super spicy things still make him look uncomfortable and there's something to be said for having to baby him while he's enjoying the pain.

Sunday

He is typically so stiff and anxious it is very difficult to find him doing anything interesting enough to be considered cute, unless you clock this behavior as just really strange and then it becomes sad because it's to do with the collision of personality and upbringing making him really scared to make a "wrong" move. This isn't the part that inspires cuteness aggression. When he finally loosens up (literally, like his tie isn't tight enough to choke him anymore if he's not keeping perfect posture), that's when this show of trust and vulnerability inspires a slightly unfortunate urge to do to him what you cannot reasonably do to small, cute animals. His alpha feel really badly the first time they leave bruises from grabbing his thighs far too hard. Sunday is scared by the cognitive dissonance of his sculpted persona not being the kind of person to let his happen and the marks being result of an unguardedness that felt so good it feels wrong now that he's out of that headspace. It takes a lot of work both with and without a partner to for him to accept the natural messiness of intimacy.

Levi

Oh boy, another grumpy old man. At this point, I think it's to do with my tastes, but I won't apologize for it! Personally, I find the grumpiness cute, like with a grumpy cat. Rbf-disgruntled Levi is just a cute Levi (can be drawn in for some mutual snarking if in public, otherwise just be near him so he's not awkward and alone), a sleepy Levi is a cute Levi (that needs your shoulder as a pillow stat). He's not so cute when he's dressing down a cadet who nearly took another cadet's head off but at least that's not you because Levi has a competency kink. He has this very alert yet relaxed, dare I say perky, way of walking when you tidy your shared spaces to his satisfaction, it makes his butt look very cute and he kind of knows it. Mostly he's the target of cuteness aggression when you're being intimate together. His face just makes you want to bite him and touch him and make him cry more, he needs to fall apart and let you take care of everything.

Omegas with cuteness aggression:

Dazai

He's someone who makes you want to mess him up. Those big pouty eyes, and soft, mischievous mouth, the lanky clumsiness all puts ideas in your head all too easily. However, your impulse absolutely pales compared to his. Dazai is someone who goes above and beyond the simply "want to bite, want to squeeze, want to pinch" of cuteness aggression (see exhibit A, blowing up an old partner he has complex feelings for's car). He isn't destructive with his Alpha, but he isn't above tricking them into situations he will find them cute or responding in a cute way. Innocent methods include trying on cute accessories and going extra cute cafes so his alpha get excited about the food. Less innocent methods include getting himself used as ransom or putting you in a situation where you experience other emotional upheaval (with a suitable catharsis of course).

Obito (and Tobi)

I mean, you had to see this coming, right? The jokester with a savior complex, ridiculously devoted to the people he loves, puts them on a pedestal. Of course he has moments where he thinks his alpha is the cutest thing in the world. And then there's this itch in his teeth that can't be satisfied by anything except for biting, or wrestling, pushing, shoving, play fighting. A non-massacre Obito tones it down a littlem but he's well known to simply enjoy cute things, small animals, sweet old people, butterflies. No one's surprised that he chooses an alpha who matches this aesthetic sensibility of his. He has ADHD so bad (basically as bad as Naruto) and one of the things he hyper-focuses on is his mate, to the point he'll have something similar to Kakashi vs Guy level fights around the village where his blood is pounding, he keeps looking behind him, grinning like mad because isn't his alpha just perfect, so cute how they can't catch him yet, that focused look on their face, ah, that's a clone, the real one's on his left. They've got him and he's got them.

Jōno

Are all of these omegas a little scary?! Scary pretty husbands. Yes. A rarer but no less beloved breed. It doesn't matter than Jōno can't see you, since he can sense changes in your moods and hear everything (rip to your privacy when he's curious). He finds it extremely cute when his alpha is flustered, if his alpha laughs quietly and no one but him can tell they think something is funny, if his alpha gets irritated by people being rude and uses their skills to fix the problem (or even if they just grit their teeth and bear it to preserve decorum), if his alpha does silly things like stockpile way too much of a favorite snack when it's on sale... He knows some of it's silly, but apparently silly is what love makes you. His version of cuteness aggression ranges from saying he wants you to guide him and mushing himself against your side and grabbing your arms too tight to fantasizing about living his life as a vapor so that he can literally sink into your lungs and tissues. He knows this is abnormal, but so is a lot about him, so he keeps these thoughts mostly to himself and limits himself to using very small parts of himself (mostly with permission) or just pressing himself as tightly to your body as possible.

Itachi

Itachi also elicits cuteness aggression, but his reaction outweighs his alpha's and he also gets overwhelmed with others offering those kinds of outbursts at him so he prefers his alpha not to do it [too aggressively]. His cuteness aggression = his feral kitten energy showing. It started with Sasuke. Itachi finds Sasuke unutterably adorable. However, itach is also very reserved and has limited attention to dispense to others, so apart from holding Sasuke all the time when he was a baby and later finding that his hands sort of clench and his teeth ache when his alpha does something very attractive (mitigated by his shuffling closer and perhaps tugging their sleeve so they scent him thoroughly and make him melty and too weak to do anything silly), he never acts on it. Even when he knows what the feeling is, it's mildly disturbing for him to be hit with a destructive urge directed at someone infinitely precious to him, so he mostly attempts to resist it. He's happy enough with a pillow to make biscuits upon if you give it to him (but he'll also be happy to do something like suck on your fingers).

Haku

Haku has a strong affinity for dark mischief and the attitude that necessity is a good excuse for any course of action. He has no qualms about an urge to squeeze his alpha until their bones creak or shaking them until they're dizzy or gnawing on them while they pat his head or biting at their neck and chest and scratching them silly until even they struggle or, or.... okay better calm down now. Sometimes his mate catches him staring at them with this rather intense look, smiling, leaning his head on his hand. Every time you ask him what he's thinking about, he says something that is either nonsensical, or simply distracting like how he spotted a bird in the plants behind you, or something embarrassing about how much he appreciates you, or some other compliment. It's disarming because he's a teeny tiny bit concerned you'll be taken aback by what's in his head. It's better to fantasize anyway where reality cannot bridge the gap.

Lucio

Lucio has a really bad case of cuteness aggression, and he's both obnoxious and loud about it. He's also kind of a wimp though so it comes across more like his typical bratting behavior and is pretty easy to turn the tables on him. Unlike some of the others, this doesn't quiet his mind and get him to back off but makes him more aggressive. If you get him into a spare room or a dark corner, or even his room since somehow the count doesn't do any counting, trying to deal with him, he just gets mouthier and mouthier until the exertion catches up with him and the energy is all worked out. He'll openly say whatever he is thinking. To others, if they were to hear, it may seem a bit scary, but his alpha treats him more like one of his big hounds, ruffling his hair, tickling his tummy, and his teeth aren't so sharp for them.

Asra

I'm pretty sure he engages in some behavior drawn from this emotion in the game. Asra's icon is a fox and his familiar is a snake, he loves twisty puzzles and causing an innocent amount of trouble. Sometimes you catch him digging his fingers into his scarf or bag and staring at you, his lovely eyes practically predatory. He's entirely unrepentant about it. Biting his alpha is something he portions out, lest they get used to it, because the cute, surprised yelp is part of the charm. His cuteness aggression is primarily contained within his thoughts, during which he will just sit happily or wriggle around in a stack of pillows while thinking about the cute things his alpha has done.

Yoshida

He already "liked" Denji so much he ***** and helped ****** and got him*******, it might be scarier to see what he does to someone he loves. Octopi often cannibalize their mates too, as he frequently reminds you when he starts nibbling on you while you're still knotted together. Yoshida is very good at blending in, remaining just the right amount of visible, but with his alpha, he likes to flirt, to fluster, to make them slightly embarrassed or knock them off balance. He likes to cling and suck bruises on your skin, mostly for him, but it's nice when someone who's looking sees it and gets secondhand embarrassment, especially when his alpha mostly looks shy and a bit pleased, like he's given them an amethyst or ruby or a mother-of-pearl to wear rather than just a bruise.

Honorable mentions:

Fukuzawa and Akutagawa both inspire semi-infrequent bouts of cuteness aggression. Fukuzawa usually tolerates his alpha's with good grace, although he feels a bit cornered if you're loud about it out of doors, he is deliciously quiet, if that's a turn-on for anyone. If you try and bite Akutagawa without warning... you'll end up being very grateful for his good reflexes. He doesn't like it much. He's afraid he'll hurt you so probably don't startle him, okay?

Satoru has a mild case of cuteness aggression, but he isn't used to touching people, so he mainly acts annoying about it when he finds you cute. Sometimes he'll yank you in and rub his cheek on you, but it's all an act, usually to put some nosey omega off. Shisui can be an abominable menace in the same vein, eating with his eyes and storing away every memory of anything that endears him since he's unused to contact not associated with either family or violence. Before he's comfortable, he'll do it the same way, too possessive to let the one he wants completely go, but knowing he can't flaunt a claim he doesn't have with anymore more substantial than his presence. Satoru occasionally does something so cute his alpha wants to run at his screaming to bite his throat, but he usually ruins it by saying something stupid. The same impulse in Shisui's alpha scares him so he does the same, redirecting them, once by giving them a literal chew toy, which was a very low moment for their ego.

Aventurine likes to annoy people he finds fascinating. It wasn't always this way, but he likes to give real excuse to people he's worried won't like him, rather than have them hate him for his eyes or his blood or his money or his unattainability or his slutty waist or any of a dozen other things he hardly has control over. When he finally is interested in an alpha, the interest is both irritating and endearing (for him). When he finds them cute, there several layers of panic suddenly embedded under that feeling, under that desire. This ratchets his emotions up high enough that suddenly he wants you small enough to squeeze in his palms, wants to strangle you with pearls, wants you studded with emeralds and sapphires and rubies like they'd made up a stained-glass window you crashed through. The world made sure he was perfectly capable of very visceral violence and he has a very good memory. He bares his teeth in the mirror and sees if he can scare you off so he can stop worrying about this new vulnerability.

Toge lives daily with the knowledge that opening his mouth could hurt his mate very badly, a fact which easily lends itself to intrusive thoughts. He could make them do anything, embarrass them by demanding cute but embarrassing behaviors, command them to stop breathing unless they're looking at him, tell them come to me and see how far they'll go to do so, beg them to put their mouth on him just so he can see that adorable, glassy-eyed looked they get when they taste him for long enough. In some ways they're nice fantasies, where he has a voice he's able to use, where the danger sealed inside him is dangerous but also, not really because it's not his mate, it's a figment of his imagination. When he sees his mate do something cute, habit denies him, but his chest aches to say something but saying anything normal could have unbearable consequences. Sometimes, when his mate catches him in the midst of these daydreams, it helps him to just squeeze them hard and purr, making some kind of noise that tells them how he really feels.

[serapharua]

୨୧ 一 HYBRID ENHYPEN REACTING TO YOU BITING THEM . . !

enhypen 0T7 — GENRE : imagines headcanon hybrid au fluff suggestive-ish — PAIRING : gn.reader — WARNING : none — REQUESTED : nope. ☆ — enha masterlist

HEESEUNG (deer hybrid) :

Heeseung was used to being gentle, graceful, and composed, but he wasn’t used to you staring at him like he was a snack.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” he asked, ears twitching slightly as he narrowed his eyes at you.

You snapped out of your trance, quickly shaking your head. “Like what?”

“Like you’re about to do something,” he said slowly, watching you carefully. His tail flicked behind him, showing he was already on edge.

You swallowed hard. You didn’t mean to stare, but something about him, his soft skin, the way his collarbone peeked out from his loose sweater, or maybe just the scent of him, made you feel an overwhelming urge to bite.

It wasn’t the first time, either. Every time you got too close, the urge got stronger.

“Are you okay?” Heeseung tilted his head, his large doe eyes full of concern. That only made things worse. He looked too soft, too tempting.

“I—uh—yeah,” you stammered, shifting uncomfortably.

Heeseung wasn’t convinced. He studied you for a moment, then suddenly leaned in, bringing his face dangerously close to yours. “You’re acting weird,” he murmured, his voice laced with amusement.

You clenched your jaw. He was testing you.

And then, as if to make it even harder, he absentmindedly rubbed his jaw, exposing the curve of his neck. That was it.

Before you could stop yourself, you surged forward, sinking your teeth lightly into his shoulder.

Heeseung froze.

You pulled back immediately, eyes wide in horror. “I—I didn’t mean to—”

A beat of silence passed before he let out a soft chuckle, rubbing the spot where you bit him. “Did you just bite me?”

You groaned, covering your face. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me!”

Heeseung only laughed harder, shaking his head in disbelief. “You could’ve just asked, you know.”

You peeked at him through your fingers. “Asked… to bite you?”

He shrugged, a teasing smile on his lips. “Yeah. Didn’t expect you to actually do it, but…” His ears twitched, his expression turning slightly smug. “Guess I must be irresistible.”

You groaned again, but he just nudged you playfully. “Next time, at least warn me.”

You weren’t sure if you were more embarrassed or relieved, but one thing was certain, Heeseung would never let you live this down.

JAY (black jaguar hybrid) :

As a black jaguar hybrid, Jay was sharp, observant, and always in control. That’s why it was a little unnerving when he caught you staring at him like he was prey.

His golden eyes flicked to you lazily. “Something on your mind?”

You quickly looked away, heart pounding. “Nope. Nothing.”

Jay wasn’t buying it. He tilted his head slightly, his sleek black ears twitching as he watched you. “You sure? You’ve been staring at me for the past five minutes.”

You swallowed hard, trying to focus on anything but the overwhelming urge bubbling inside you. It was ridiculous, you shouldn’t feel this way, but something about him, the way he lounged so effortlessly, the way his sharp jawline looked so unfairly biteable, was driving you insane.

Jay smirked, his tail flicking behind him. “You’re acting weird.”

“I am not,” you lied, gripping the edge of your sleeve.

He let out a slow, amused hum, then stretched, exposing the curve of his neck for just a second too long. That was your breaking point.

Before you could think, you lunged forward, sinking your teeth lightly into his shoulder.

Jay stiffened.

For a moment, neither of you moved. Then, a low chuckle rumbled from his chest, deep and full of amusement. “Did you just bite me?”

You quickly pulled back, horrified. “I—uh—I didn’t mean to!”

Jay rubbed the spot where your teeth had been, his smirk widening. “Damn. Didn’t know you had that in you.” His voice was laced with amusement, but there was something else in his gaze, something teasing, something intrigued.

“I don’t know what came over me,” you admitted, covering your face. “I just—”

“You just what?” he pressed, leaning in closer. His golden eyes gleamed with mischief.

You groaned. “You looked… biteable, okay?”

Jay let out a laugh, shaking his head in disbelief. “That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard.”

“I know,” you mumbled. “I’m sorry.”

He smirked, nudging you playfully. “Don’t be. Just warn me next time.” Then, after a pause, he added with a smirk, “Or don’t. I kinda like seeing you lose control.”

Your face burned, and Jay just laughed again, clearly enjoying every second of your suffering.

JAKE (wolf hybrid) :

Jake, the wolf hybrid, was always a bit more laid-back, but his instincts ran deep. He wasn’t usually the type to let things get to him, but today was different. Something about the way you were looking at him made him pause.

You were both lounging on the couch, and he was completely relaxed, until he caught the way your gaze lingered on his neck. The way his shirt slightly shifted with each movement, it was almost like you were sizing him up.

“Hey,” Jake said, his voice low and amused, though there was a hint of confusion in it. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

You blinked, snapping out of it. “What?”

Jake raised an eyebrow, his wolf-like senses picking up on the way you were acting. “You’ve been staring at me. Like, really staring.” His tail swished behind him in slow, deliberate movements.

You couldn’t deny it. You’d been eyeing the way his muscles shifted beneath his shirt, and it was only getting harder to resist the pull to bite him.

Before you could stop yourself, you leaned forward and lightly pressed your teeth against his collarbone, your instinct kicking in.

Jake froze, eyes wide for a moment. Then, he let out a soft growl, his body tensing. “Did you just… bite me?” His tone was a mix of surprise and amusement.

You immediately pulled away, your face burning. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry, Jake. I don’t know what came over me.”

Jake just chuckled, shaking his head. “You’re lucky I’m into you.” He grinned, his tail flicking behind him. “But I’ll admit, that was… unexpected.”

You groaned, sinking back into the couch in embarrassment. “I didn’t mean to. It’s just—your scent, the way you looked at me, it just—”

“You’re telling me you got the urge to bite me?” Jake teased, leaning in closer to you, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Guess I must be irresistible.”

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t deny the way your heart sped up at the sound of his playful tone. “You’re insufferable.”

“Yeah, but you love me,” Jake said with a smirk, leaning in to kiss your forehead. “Just, next time… maybe ask first?”

You nodded sheepishly, but there was a small part of you that liked how Jake never made you feel awkward about it. In fact, he seemed to find it endearing, and that only made you want to bite him again, just a little.

SUNGHOON (snow leopard hybrid) :

You and Sunghoon were lounging on the couch together, the quiet hum of the TV in the background as you both relaxed. But you couldn’t focus on the show. Your mind kept wandering to him, more specifically, the way his neck looked, the way his pulse seemed to thrum just under his skin. There was something so inviting about it, and before you knew it, the impulse to bite him surged up.

You tried to shake it off, shifting uncomfortably on the couch, but it wasn’t working. The urge to bite him, to feel that connection, was too strong. And then your gaze landed on the exposed skin of his neck again. It was smooth, flawless, and so tempting. You couldn’t stop yourself this time.

Before you knew it, your lips were against his skin, and you gently bit down on the soft flesh near his collarbone.

Sunghoon stiffened immediately, his eyes snapping to you in surprise. He looked down at you with an unreadable expression. “what are you doing?”

Your eyes widened in horror as you quickly pulled back. “I-I’m so sorry! I don’t know what came over me!”

He raised an eyebrow, a teasing smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “You just bit me, didn’t you?”

You nodded frantically, embarrassed beyond belief. “I didn’t mean to! It’s just… there’s something about you, and your scent, and I don’t know, it just happened.”

Sunghoon chuckled softly, clearly amused by your flustered state. “It’s okay, really. It’s kinda cute, actually.” He leaned in a little closer, his breath warm against your cheek. “But you should’ve asked first, you know?”

Your face burned even more, but there was something comforting about how calm he was about the whole situation. “I’ll keep that in mind next time,” you muttered, still embarrassed.

He smirked, eyes flicking over to where you had bitten him. “You might want to be careful. I could bite you back, you know.” He said it so nonchalantly, but the way he leaned in just a little closer made your heart race.

“Sunghoon, you’re not really gonna—” you started, but before you could finish, he lightly nipped at your ear, making you jump.

He laughed, pulling back. “I might. If you keep tempting me.”

The playful, teasing glint in his eyes made it clear that he was enjoying this more than he let on, and you realized that maybe, just maybe, you weren’t the only one who couldn’t resist.

SUNOO (fox hybrid) :

You and Sunoo were lounging on the couch, the sunlight streaming in, casting a warm glow over the room. Everything felt easy and relaxed, until your gaze drifted toward his neck. The smooth curve of his skin, the soft scent of him in the air, it was all so… inviting. Without thinking, you leaned in closer, your teeth grazing the side of his neck, giving him a playful nip.

Sunoo’s body stiffened for a brief second, his eyes flicking to you in surprise. But then, a teasing grin spread across his face. “Is this a new form of affection?” he asked, clearly amused by your sudden move.

You paused, a bit surprised by his calm reaction, but you didn’t pull away. He was too calm, his expression more intrigued than anything. His hand gently reached for the spot where you had nipped him, fingers brushing over the skin. “I didn’t realize I was so irresistible”.

His voice was low and amused, and you could tell he was enjoying this. Sunoo leaned back into the couch, making himself more comfortable as if to say, come on, do it again if you want. There was a relaxed energy about him, almost like he was daring you to act on whatever instinct had taken over.

“You’re really not mad?” you asked, teasing the question out, though you had a feeling you already knew the answer.

“Mad? No way,” he said, shaking his head, his tone still light and playful. “I think it’s kind of cute.”

He leaned a little closer, the hint of a smile never leaving his face. “If you want to nibble again, I wouldn’t stop you. But next time, maybe just go a little harder, yeah?”

Sunoo’s relaxed demeanor made you feel at ease as he playfully teased you, not at all fazed by your little impulse. You chuckled and shrugged, amused by how well he was taking it. Maybe this wouldn’t be the last time you’d act on the urge after all.

JUNGWON (panther hybrid) :

You and Jungwon were winding down after a long day, the air around you heavy with the quiet comfort of each other’s presence. Jungwon, in his human form, sprawled lazily on the couch, but something about his relaxed posture only seemed to draw you in more. The way his back arched slightly as he stretched, the delicate line of his neck, and the soft scent of him, it all felt intoxicating.

As your eyes lingered, an overwhelming urge stirred within you. It wasn’t the first time, but tonight it felt different, stronger. Your gaze shifted to his neck, and before you could stop yourself, you found yourself leaning in closer, your lips brushing against his skin, your teeth grazing the soft flesh.

Jungwon tensed, his body going still, the air around him suddenly charged with an energy you couldn’t ignore. You pulled away slightly, eyes meeting his, waiting for a reaction. His dark eyes gleamed, the usual warmth now replaced by something predatory, something wild that you’d never seen quite so vividly.

“Didn’t know you were that bold,” Jungwon said, his voice low and smooth, like the rumble of a panther purring after a successful hunt. His body moved with a fluidity that made it obvious how much control he had, even in moments like this.

You felt the tension building in the room, the way his gaze never left you. There was no anger in his expression, only a hint of amusement, and something else, something darker. His hand moved slowly to the spot where you’d bitten him, fingertips grazing over the mark as though he was savoring it.

“Biting me like that… You know, it’s not a habit you should pick up,” Jungwon teased, his voice dangerously soft. But there was no real reprimand there, just the slightest hint of a challenge. His eyes flicked down to your lips, then back to your eyes, daring you to make the next move.

You swallowed hard, the air between you thick with anticipation. It was clear he wasn’t pulling away, wasn’t uncomfortable at all, in fact, it felt like he was waiting for you to act on that same primal instinct that had taken over you. The air was thick with his panther-like presence, his movements sleek and calculated. Even in his human form, his hybrid nature was undeniable.

His lips curved into a teasing smile. “If you want more… all you have to do is ask.” His voice was a whisper now, and his gaze dropped to your neck for just a second, just long enough for you to feel the heat of his stare.

The tension was unbearable. His panther instincts were so close to the surface now, and you could feel it, a part of him ready to claim, ready to match that same urge that was building inside you.

You leaned in just a little more, your heart racing. “Maybe I will,” you murmured, voice thick with desire.

Jungwon’s smirk deepened, his eyes darkening with barely-contained hunger. “I thought so,” he whispered back, his breath warm against your ear. He didn’t move back this time; instead, he leaned into you, allowing you to take that final step, like a panther letting its prey close in, just before it pounced.

NIKI (tiger hybrid) :

You were sitting next to Niki, the two of you watching a movie, but your focus had long since drifted away from the screen. The air between you two had shifted, charged with an undercurrent of something unspoken. Niki, in his human form, was relaxed, but you could tell he wasn’t as focused on the movie either. His eyes occasionally flickered to you, his body language slightly more intense than usual.

It didn’t take long for the feeling to start bubbling up in you—the undeniable urge to bite him. The sight of the exposed skin on his neck, the soft muscle and warmth there, made it harder to resist. You tried to push the thought aside, but the desire only grew stronger with every second.

Without thinking, your hand reached out, fingers brushing the side of his neck. Your touch was almost gentle, but the moment your skin met his, Niki’s body stiffened. He gave you a quick glance, his dark eyes locking onto yours with a look that wasn’t quite surprised, but definitely intrigued. His tiger-like instincts were sharp, and he could tell immediately what you were thinking.

“You’re being bold tonight,” he said, his voice low, a hint of teasing behind the words. His lips curved up, but there was something more intense about it this time. It was the same expression he wore when he was playing with his prey, predatory, but playful.

Before you could respond, he moved closer to you, his proximity suddenly a little too much to handle. Niki’s breath brushed against your ear, the heat of his body radiating in the space between you two. His eyes were heavy with an almost animalistic hunger.

“Do you want to bite me?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, but the weight of the words hung in the air. “I can feel it… You know, I wouldn’t mind.”

His hand moved slowly to his neck, fingertips brushing the spot you had been eyeing just moments ago. His tiger hybrid instincts were clearly in control now, the scent of his skin calling to you in a way that made it hard to think straight. He was giving you the space to act on your urge, testing you to see how far you’d go.

You were about to reply, but before you could, Niki’s hand gently guided your face closer to his neck. His tiger-like demeanor wasn’t harsh, but it was clear he was enjoying the tension, the pull between the two of you. He was letting you get closer, but also daring you to push him further.

“If you do,” he purred, “just know I’m not stopping you. I like the idea of you marking me.”

The air between you both felt electric, the tension so thick it was almost unbearable. Niki, as a tiger hybrid, was used to being dominant, but in this moment, he was allowing you to take the lead, curious to see how far you’d push it. It was as if he was daring you to give in to your instincts, just like he had already done.

The ball was in your court now. You could feel the heat building between you two, the connection palpable, and Niki was waiting for your next move, a playful yet intense smirk still tugging at the corners of his lips.

Word count : 3005 | serapharua, 2025.

[milessunflowers]

pixie!lando x human!reader (basically an excuse for mischievous!lando tbh)

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MISCHIEVOUS!LANDO IS THE BEST LANDO

pixie!lando norris x human!male!reader

synopsis: ever since you befriended and started dating lando, knowing he is a pixie, a lot of your stuff disappears and reappears when you replace it

author's note: mischievous/cheeky lando is honestly my favorite kind of lando bc like i find it adorable and funny like he is just squeezable and biteable with his cheeky smile/smile in general

your stuff always disappeared

you thought you were just misplacing them but nope

it was lando

of course it was

he loved watching you tear the apartment apart looking for your socks or hoodie just to come to the conclusion that it was gone for good

so you buy new ones just for them to turn up again and lando giggling at you

you would think you would learn but you never do

he loves playing pranks on you and stealing your stuff

you pick up on some tricks and use them against lando

though he is much better at finding his belongings than you are

his wings are beautiful

they aren't very useful to lando but you help him make sure they are always in the best condition

he tends to forget he even has them anyways so you basically are the only one to take care of them

he def has sharp teeth so you have to be careful of those

especially when you kiss because lando giggles and grins and sometimes knicks your lip

it hurts sure but you make sure he knows its okay

then he does it a lot more

you pout about it but he just giggles and does it again

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