#I love u silly characters w/ 3 fingers...

[berryshipbasket]

It just hit me how many characters I like that all share this one trait.

There's even more of them not even featured in this image I just forgot.

Proship DNI this post is not for you

[starspann]

Could u do head cannons of reader patching up matt? Like maybe he’s playing guitar for her and the string breaks and cuts his hand

YESSS OFCCC i love this

patching up matt hc’s

matt stone x reader

fem!reader, she/her pronouns are used

★☆✵☆★

warnings: cursing, injury

imagine matt being ur bf and playing for u omggg

★☆✵☆★

he LOVES playing for u

whether it be drums, bass, guitar..

he loves showing off and playing songs he knows you like

especially on his acoustic guitar

the perks of playing a lot of instruments

what a talented mann <3

very rarely does a string break on him. especially when you’re watching

but when it does, u always come to his rescue

“fuck!” he’d hiss, the string snapping off the neck and slashing his finger

“aw, baby.”

you immediately go and grab the first aid kit

first, you start w a disinfectant

you rip open one of those little alcohol wipes in the square packaging and wipe away the blood

he’s overreacts all of the time

“OUCH!”

“i didn’t even touch you yet.”

he’s super appreciative tho,

very glad that he has a girlfriend who would do this for him

like he’d just stare at you as you tend to his cut

“what?”

“nothing. you’re just super pretty.”

you don’t mind when he gets injured like this

it’s basically an excuse to play with his hands

he does not get the hype

“remind me again why my hands are such a turn on for you?”

“just look at em!!”

now it’s time to actually apply the band-aid

you and him def bought those silly little kid band-aids with cartoon characters on them

“okay, which one do you want?”

“uhhmmm, spongebob.”

finally, you finish, wrapping the fresh band-aid around his cut

“all done.” you smile at him

“thank youuuu” he’d plant a fat kiss on ur cheek with the whole ‘mwah’ sound

next thing you know, he grabs the guitar again and strums away

“seriously? you just got hurt.”

he literally does not care

“so?? ok, here’s wonderwall—”

[osarina]

I JUST GOT AROUND TO READING I, CARRION AND UGH!!

“there’s a lecherous smile on Albatross’s face as he leans against the frame and looks at you, glasses hanging off the bridge of his nose. ‘Damn, if you weren’t the boss’s girl…’” awww stop it you’ll make me blush

THE SCENE W DAZAI FINDING US NOT READY YET “It’s not silly if it has you upset,” kisses on the nape of the neck and then kissing our ankles & buckling our heels >>>>>> “I’m sorry that I’m not a good enough man to do what’s right and let you go.” hey so what if i started violently sobbing. “but if fate brought us together, then far be it from me to deny the one thing in this world that has ever made me happy.” HEY SO WHAT IF I STARTED VIOLENTLY SOBBING.

“Still, he wants to gouge their eyes out.” if my man doesn’t want to gouge out people’s eyes just for looking at me, i don’t want him ‼️‼️

“My, Dazai, possessive, aren’t you?” “Very,” Dazai agrees idly. “Be sure to remember that.” bringing his hand up from your waist to cup your cheek, thumb brushing over your bottom lip as he murmurs, “That’s my girl, always so smart.” blushing giggling kicking my feet twirling my hair

“Fyodor Dostoevsky. A pleasure, truly.” oh no. oh no no no no no. that’s not good.

one more thing, i noticed that you kinda like made up your own characters (which was super cool and really creative btw!!) could you explain how/why you chose the specific authors you did? and i’m assuming you got their group names from something they wrote, any reason you chose those works in particular? (these are the ones i’m talking about: Mishima Yukio of the Sun and Steel, Nabokov’s Pale Flame, Leo Tolstoy’s Three Deaths, Cao Xueqin of the Red Chamber, Kitazawa Michihiro of Fuji Electric)

ty for listening to my ramblings once again ily !!

TUMBLR USER PE4RL-DIVER UGHHHHHH I LOVE YOU WHENEVER I SEE U IN MY NOTIFS IM SO HEART EYES

albatross is truly her no1 fan in this fic and she adores him <3 dazai is so not unsubtly jealous of him whenever she talks to him. gets all side eyed and irritated and then has to hide it whenever she looks at him LOLLLLL meanwhile albatross is just pleased that dazai is no longer an emotionless brick wall with a quick trigger finger

WHEN I TELL U THAT SCENE WAS ACTUALLY MY FAVORITE EVER i actually struggled so much writing it not because it was hard to write just because i was yearning so terrible for him LOLLLLL HAHAHAH

</33333 we all need our own beastzai truly life is so unfair he's so perfect

OMGGGGGGGG actually thats my favorite part of writing series/long one shots. i adore being able to build up new characters and organizations. usually i pull them just from some of my favorite authors/works (i cheated with the one electric company its actually just a real company because i got lazy) BUTTTTT mishima is obviously my go to just because there's lowkey already been reference to him and his works in the series but no mention of him, so he's my favorite to build and explore. and then i dont know why but i always have the russian underground divided by three (tolstoy, dostoevsky, nabokov) and usually in a constant territory struggle. of the two ive built up, nabokov is usually the one i use the most because ive hced that he worked with the previous boss pretty often before things went to shit. but i've actually built tolstoy's organization more than his - the three deaths is led by a triumvirate of tolstoy, gorky, and cheknov who were all contemporaries and had were associated with each other. and actually fun fact, i plan on doing a fic with a reader who takes the place of cheknov as one of the three deaths so we're going to see more from them. cao xueqin wrote one of the 4 great classical novels of chinese literature. my fyozai fic i've also built a new organization for - they're based in italy and are in constant conflict with the clocktower, but i don't wanna give anything away because u shall see when i finally post that

maybe one day ill do a whole little page for the organizations ive built & their references in my fics for u guys to look at if ur interested!!

[crguang]

I feel like there’s a lot of sacrificing for a joke in hsr, which is definitely annoying especially when it just…doesn’t make sense, tonally and just logically. And I really do wish we found out more abt the TB, and I would’ve like even like a tidbit from firefly since we talk to her sm, we even play as her at the end. Or maybe get an offhand mention abt how she’s not supposed to tell us bc of the script or smth . I def agree w you, I cannot take the ipc seriously, bc there’s all this stuff abt how they’re doing stuff for their own benefit and profit but idk the stuff w the stellaron hunters and them is just so goofy, like it doesn’t make any sense.

ok so, I was looking thru ur blog and I realized I sent a message abt two-ish weeks ago, tumblr probably ate it smh. I was just saying how it was silly that Kafka’s wanted poster literally says she likes coats on it, and her bounty, like that’s it. Shes so sjsjshbsbddbbewv. And I also came up with another fic idea, like Kafka in an idol/band AU, but also I think her being an actor w the other stellaron hunters would be funny. But yk if I ever get around to writing anything instead of Kafka just living in my brain, who would she be in a band with, I was think abt using some of the characters from the animated before the show starts thing, but the instruments just don’t go together. Also I think I need to work on writing Kafka in general, bc she’s so complicated and it’s fun but I also overthink things too much.

And the leaks were unfortunately right abt 4 characters on one side. I’m not as devastated as you ofc, but hopefully I win my 50/50. Hjskalskskskndn I will cry if I loose.

also, no need to apologize for ranting, your rants always make more sense than mine, and I really enjoy your thoughts. -🌠

i agree with you 100%!!! missed opportunity with firefly and the tb reconnecting it could have been so nice. and omg i think i read that ask, it sounds familiar but i have so many (most are really old reqs, the recent ones are the event reqs i keep to answer eventually) and sometimes things get lost or i’ll click on the notification, answer in my head, then go do something else and forget to actually post my reply, im sorry😭😭 but YES i was thinking of kafka’s description in the game and while i know its the objective writing of the game and not the ipc, i find it funny to believe that whoever was in charge of her wanted notice thought she was hot as fuck because “dashing” and “beauty” in the same sentence is crazy work. her bounty is even funnier bc im wondering how they found out that she loved coats like😭 did she steal a bunch (she did), are they rlly monitoring her credit card and seeing all the purchases of expensive coats, is she always found in a store— what is it?!

actor au stellaron hunters would be really fun… you could also just put then in a band together for the idol/band au because i do think they’re the people who understand her best. the thought of kafka and jingliu practicing together is so funny because jingliu would hate that woman like GDJFBFNG her arrogance would have liu clenching that instrument so tight

i dont think you should worry about overthinking when it comes to writing, it can be a weakness because then you focus too much on details and forget the big picture, but personally i also think j too much into things when i write characters like kafka especially. when every genuine emotion is in the twitch of a finger, there’s kinda no choice lol

“im not as devastated as you” is killing me but its true… im the biggest victim of this banner system bc if i dont get my swanie i’ll @)&$(&)@)£<£#%. i hope u win the 50/50, unless i lose mine in which case i hope everyone else also loses <3

[lovediives]

omg first of all 1) grushie is suuchhh a cute nickname for him 2) THE FIC EXCEPT U SHARED WAS SOOOO GOOD ?? im in love with ur writing already .. grushas lines like "ill kill you myself!" made me laugh in the omg lets take a chill pill way.. also 3) was dahlia part of a trio with blue and red .. realizing the connection w their kanto team and im so excited to know more im like waiter waiter more lore please

THANK YOU. its so silly because i mostly called him that to avoid putting in the main tags and i got attached to calling him "my grushie" now. its such a silly and dumb nickname teehee..

THE FIC WAS SO FUN.. i rushed some parts and i need to go back and edit it and actually finish it one day. maybe. but i cannot imagine for the life of me grushie having normal human interactions. hes so bitter and cold. i think we as a society need to write characters who dont say or do the right thing all the time. (i know this is silly cause its supposed to be like "dont tell poeple oyure gonna kill them!?" type of deal. but with him.. it just makes sense character wise..) WELL. "trio" isnt what i would say.. more like when the three of them were all ten years old. dahlia would follow red and blue everywhere because they wanted to be like them so badly (superfan) and red nad blue let them. they were. i would say "fixated" on red and blue. and now its swapped over to grushie.

im still trying to figure out my whole weird feelings about red/blue. (ALSO IT TURNS OUT THEYRE LIKE 30+ I THOUGHT THEY WERE CLOSER TO 20 BUT DAMN) but ahh... i cant tell for me if its familial/platonic/romantic... one day ill figure it out. but for now. theyre a secret fourth thing that no one can put their fingers on. grushie is still their ice princess forever tho. they have chronic pain together forever and always do their best to support each other (sorta.)

funny thing from the dahlia doc. vvv

[rainbowspinch]

Things my partner and I have said about CTC characters, an ongoing draft

“Bill Danton is baby girl”

“Norman would love Disney Princesses”

“Jacob probably does many forms of art that most wouldn’t associate with him. Like he could design a house really well but people would go ‘that’s not a Jacob thing’”

“Jacob does sculpting. His housewarming gift to Norman when he moved next door was a middle finger statue.”

“When Norman went into his new house for the first time, he found all the statues Jacob had been storing in there of himself.”

“Tom’s got a touch of the ‘tism. Another one for the pit.”

“They’ve all got autism. In our world, autism is the default and you have to prove you’re allistic.”

“I like that he is a little fucked up.” (About the Ink Demon)

“Jane has slight shaken baby(adult?) syndrome. Bill shakes her with passion”

“It’s the discord kitten in him.” (About Bill Danton)

“I LOVE HOW MAN HE IS” (about someone else’s interpretation of Sammy)

“Certified boy holder” (about someone else’s interpretation of Sammy)

“The babies. He is So Ugly<3” (about the Tom plush)

“Allison would be a crystal girl in modern days. Susie would be one of the ones with a super complex skin-care routine”

“Do you think big Bendy accepts Sammy’s weird behaviour because he gives good tummy scratches”

“Susie would hate mullets. A lot of them would. Not Jacob.”

“Norman would fucking love the song Piano Man. He would sing that shit with heart.”

“Do you think Abby helped Richie through dealing with Dave’s death?”

“Sammy+Susie: the mean girls

Jack: the cat kid”

“Norman finally exercising his ice cream rights” (about a video of a man on a game show eating an entire pint of ice cream and then feeling sick afterwards)

“High school mean girls Susie and Sammy definitely practiced kissing together”

“Me: where would Jacob be from?

Rat: Ohio probably. Look at him”

“Me: Sammy. Is he British?

Rat: yes. He tries not to be”

“I literally spent $50 on this shirt because I looked at it and went “OOooOu Norman!””

“No arguments, Nice is a people pleaser. She wants to be Alice’s best pal ever, even if that means she has to commit to atrocious crimes” (about Malice Angel’s two different voices)

“Norman goes to a thrift shop and goes “ooooo for me”. Jacob goes to a thirft shop and goes “ooooo for Norman”. Strange gay things for a strange gay man”

“Got shoved in a locker for being a nerd” (about Grant)

“I can’t explain how, but the way you’re typing is Tom like” (about me calling crabs Big Boys, Tiny Boys, and then struggling to spell anemone, followed by “how the fuck do I spell this shit”)

“He loves almonds. Nut boy. Nut boy.” (About Norman)

“Kismesis. Mmm. Regret regret regret regret” (me regretting referring to something Homestuck related while talking about Prophet Sammy and Malice)

“Do u think Tom Boris cleans people. Like lick lick.”

“What’s more powerful then being nothing AND A WOMAN AT THE SAME TIME” (conceptualising nonbinary transfem Bertie)

“He looks like a Mangle” (about Bendy-Bot)

“Old Men that make Unexpectedly Nice Poetry” (about Henry and Norman)

“Bertie: You want meeee to come put of retirement to work on your silly little project? Do I get anything out if it?

Joey: I can give you a kiss-?

Bertie: *unimpressed*

Joey: I could get on my hands and knees and start crying

Bertie: that’d be a start” (Rat’s genius)

“His boyfriends wedding, he deserves that cake” (about Wally eating Tom and Allison’s wedding cake)

“Tom wouldn’t say blimey. ..I lie. I’m sorry.”

“Sammy Lawrence is Michael Bublé”

“Pfft- love his handbag” (about a picture of Sammy holding a light from BATDS)

“Richie has discord server mod vibes”

“Rosalia is not a discord kitten. She’s the actual mod, Richie just talks too much”

“Norman is a discord kitty for many many people to turn a profit”

“And Bill and Jane look like they eat humans and get away with it. But In a Endearing tumblr sexy man Sammy way”

“What the fuck is her” (about Slicer)

“Jack is catish”

“You know he’s ready to grab things and “what if you went in my mouth”” (about Ink Demon)

“Grant is autism.

He verbally stims (tick tick tick)

He enjoys math

Canonically He can’t understand when people don’t do things for money which I assume our Grant doesn’t get it either

Bad social skills

Resting bitch face

I say so???? So??? You can’t say I’m wrong???”

“I bet he’s never heard of a social cue in his life” (about Grant)

“Grant’s ‘Strange Money’ tape. He sounds like a self conscious southern 20-something year old that really doesn’t want to be southern. He sounds divorced. He sounds like his ex-wife is a lesbian.”

““Simmons I left something in the Hell Dimension can you get it for me” that’s on brand” (about Joey)

“Henry come on, respect your parents” (about Henry telling Abby to ‘get a better name’)

“Do you think their whole group has a thing for photos, Joey’s photo book, Carol hangs some up and Simmons just has them stuffed into random places, cup holder, under the seats, in his pillow, with the spoons”

“The moment you’re in Simmons’ house you’re walking on eggshells. There could be a jumpscare anywhere”

“Joey - a list of ways he handles the studio, to emphasise that he’s trying his best

Carol - a list of ways she handles being a secretary and a front desk lady, to emphasise that she’s good at her job

Simmons - what the fuck? What is he even doing here?”

“He/him (in the gay way)” (about Simmons)

“She’s actually 12 sea mines in a turtleneck sweater” (about Susie)

“Bald Sammy Lawrence and Skin Eyes Jacob”

“Fuck you [romantic]” (about Joey’s letter to Henry)

“Sammy keeping inky handprints from PJ on his overalls” (based on a picture of a cat leaving wet paw prints on a boot and calling it a little accessory)

“Enemies to lovers [obliviously]” (about Sammy and Susie)

“Do you think even as teenage mean girls beefing it out, Sammy and Susie were still crushing on each other”

“No idea who Eugene is but fuck Chef Buck”

“He is Brazilian I’ve decided, and Sally will be Greek” (about Andre and Sally Newt, when I was designing them)

“Rat: why does 30 years make my eyes green?

Me: Tism does that

Rat: Norman, Norman, Norman, Norman, Norman, Norman-“

“Bill is what happens when you forget about a middle child”

Edit: “Jacob and Norman definitely do drugs. Anything they can grow, they will take.”

“[scary[hot]]” (about Malice)

[auditionsuggestions]

Show Breakdowns - Moulin Rouge!

This one should be fun! The tricky thing with MR is that they specifically ask for non-musical theatre songs (Hadestown does this, too). My challenge for myself for this breakdown was trying to stay away from the pop songs already featured in the show. Some of the songs repeat since they can fit a few different characters.

Unfortunately I can't seem to find actual notes for the ranges (but given they changed keys for all of Christian's stuff when they brought in Derek, I don't think it's too important).

Satine

Playing age: Late 20s-Mid 30s

Leading Role. Star Vehicle

Dance Requirement: Strong mover at the very least, ideally a dancer

Range: Mezzo belt (Bottom note is about an F#3)

Sexy and confident on the outside, Satine wants nothing more than to be free of her life in the Moulin Rouge to be a real actress. She's both strong and vulnerable with a decisive pragmatic streak.

Suggested Songs: Breakaway by Kelly Clarkson, Leave by Jojo, A Million Reasons by Lady Gaga, Fighter by Christina Aguilera, Bang Bang by Ariana Grande & Jessie J, ft. Nicki Minaj, Since U Been Gone by Kelly Clarkson, Big Girls Don’t Cry by Fergie, Trouble by P!nk, Who Knew by P!nk, Circus by Britney Spears, Shadows of the Night by Pat Benatar

Christian

Playing age: Mid 20s-Early 30s

Leading Role. Star Vehicle

Dance Requirement: Some dance

Range: Tenor (or Baritenor)

A true idealist, Christian is a bit naive. More or less a male ingenue at the start. He believes love can and will conquer any obstacle and that art is the true meaning of being human. As the newcomer character, he is also the main cipher for the audience.

Suggested Songs: DJ Got Us Fallin’ In Love by Usher, Mr. Brightside by The Killers, You Give Love A Bad Name by Bon Jovi, I Write Sins Not Tragedies by Panic! At the Disco, Livin’ La Vida Loca by Ricky Martin, Attention by Charlie Puth, The Other Side by Jason Derulo, Tearin’ Up My Heart by NSYNC

The Duke of Monroth

Playing age: 30s-early 40s

Supporting Role

Dance Requirement: Mover

Range: Tenor w/ a strong lower extension or high Baritone

Darkly charming and seductive, with a violent temper, The Duke is the other third of the iconic love triangle in Moulin Rouge. However, rather than the sniveling man-child of the movie, he's a viable, though dangerous, choice for Satine. He knows what he wants and will not take no for an answer.

Suggested Songs: Everybody (Backstreet’s Back) by the Backstreet Boys, Paralyzer by Finger Eleven, Tonight I’m Lovin’ You by Enrique Iglesias, Bad Guy by Billie Eilish

Santiago

Playing age: 20s-30s

Supporting Role

Dance Requirement: Strong dancer with partnering skills

Range: Baritone with a gruff, scratchy color. Lots of false fold work.

Santiago is the narcoleptic Argentinian, the greatest tango dancer in either Spain or Argentina, and "also the biggest gigolo." Suave, and just a touch silly. He's the choreographer of the show within a show. He and Toulouse take an immediate shine to Christian.

Suggested Songs: Smooth by Santana, Bailando by Enrique Iglesias, Hips Don’t Lie by Shakira, Livin’ La Vida Loca by Ricky Martin, Maneater by Nelly Furtado, Rock Your Body by Justin       Timberlake

Toulouse Lautrec

Playing age: Mid 30s-mid 40s

Supporting Role

Dance Requirement: Some movement

Range: Baritone

The great painter, Toulouse is another of the Bohemians. He grew up with Satine (or at least has known her since before her time at the Moulin Rouge). A little world weary, he still believes in the ideals of Freedom, Beauty, Truth, and Love.

Suggested Songs: 24 Karat Magic by Bruno Mars, Somebody to Love by Queen, The One that Got Away by Katy Perry, A Million Reasons by Lady Gaga, DJ Got Us Fallin’ In Love by Usher

Harold Zidler

Playing Age: Mid 40s-mid 50s

Supporting Role

Dance Requirement: Strong Mover

Range: Baritone

The MC/Ring Master of the Moulin Rouge. He is flamboyant and fun, though very morally gray. Everything he does is for the MR and he will do anything to keep it running.

Suggested Songs: Circus by Britney Spears, Mambo No. 5 by Lou Bega, Bang Bang by Ariana Grande & Jessie J, ft. Nicki Minaj, Nothin’ But a Good Time by Poison, Tik Tok by Kesha

Nini Legs-in-the-Air/The Lady Ms

Playing Ages: Mid 20s-Early 40s

Supporting Roles

Dance Requirement: Strong Dancers

Range: Alto, Mezzo, or Soprano

Nini is another dancer at the Moulin Rouge, though jealous of Satine, she's deeply loyal to all the girls. The other Lady M characters include Baby Doll, Arabia, and La Chocolat. These characters also serve as a bit of a Greek Chorus, and ensemble members. These Four: Nini, Baby Doll, Arabia, and La Chocolat sing Lady Marmalade to open the show. Typically Baby Doll is cast with an amab actor though the character is femme presenting and La Chocolat is cast with a Black actor.

Suggested Songs: Bang Bang by Ariana Grande &  Jessie J, ft. Nicki Minaj, Maneater by Nelly Furtado, U + Ur Hand by P!nk, Genie in a Bottle by Christina Aguilera, He Said She Said by Ashely Tisdale, When I Grow Up by the Pussycat Dolls, S&M by Rhianna, I Wanna Be Bad by Willa Ford, Kings and Queens by Ava Max

[jiminrings]

MAYBE ME

Dearest Hannah,

I write this review in response to the beautiful piece that you have bestowed upon us all.. With this review, I bring along a silly little twist.. For I find myself heated in the waves of boredom as the end of the year approaches yet again.

Maybe me with our beloved Minnie.. As you always have - for many years, days and hours to come - a masterpiece you have created. With everything that you have written being ever so stunning, you’d think I’d find myself used to the beauty of what is to come after. But, beauty will always be beauty.

I’m sure I have said this before.. However, I shall utter it again.. Your characters manage to feel so human, I can feel them walk out of my screen and come to life before me. They are never perfect but they are never too terrible to a fault. I find that most if not all authors struggle to encapsulate that in their stories. That humanly (not a word - I know) aspect that a human possesses. You, nevertheless.. have managed to do so with ease.

Whenever I plunge into a world of your creation, I find myself lost.. Wanting to continue until the last letter stares hauntingly back at me. And even as that approaches, I often find myself still stuck in a world with those characters - for that was how much of an impact they have had on me.

Anyhow.. Maybe Me Minnie.. He’s such a loveable father, friend and human, isn’t he? I am deeply enamoured by how you portray him as a father who is willing to do anything to help his daughter even if it is through the means of stealing. Yet, you do not glorify the act of stealing itself - in a way, conveying.. Jimin’s intentions are out of love, but his actions should not be tolerated.

With that, we are able to perceive how desperate he is.. To steal from someone he cares for, after all. It’s a truly heart-wrenching scenario if you ponder on it. It’s a situation where you can’t really begin to point fingers at one being or another. A situation in which, you are transferred to a box that pressures you to question your morals. Do you blame the desperate father for trying to keep his daughter’s life afloat? Do you blame the willing victim who refuses to confront the perpetrator? Or perhaps neither of them is at fault? Or.. Are they both simply two pudding heads who are equally at fault?

Y/N.. I see myself in her a lot.. If I were to be in her place, I’d let Jimin’s crime go hidden too.. On the other hand, her character is just all the way very much well-rounded. She contradicts the cliche aspects of what you would expect of a person of her social status. You’d imagine her cold, rude and obnoxious like all those silly dramas out there would normally make of her. And I love that she doesn’t.. She has my heart for that!

Yuri.. cutie pie

Yoongi.. grumpy sugar cube..

And as this review is, unfortunately, coming to a halt due to my need for sleep, I would like to thank you for being such an amazing author.. Good night (on my side at least - 10:26 pm - he he) Happy Holidays, Happy New Year, And Have a wonderful wonderful day and rest of the week!

💜 Happy Holidays 💜

my fluffy </3 im gonna tell u upfront rn that you’ve cheered me up immensely just now so thank u so much!! 💗💗 i can’t thank you enough for even being here w me in the first place… n for u to send this ask to me means so much more than you could imagine <3 thank you for letting my words (and myself by extension) stay with you. u give me so much inspo to keep writing <3 i love ur take on mm and i’m glad that u can see yourself in oc <3 thank you and i love u!! happy holidays n i hope 2023 treats you warmly and happily 💗💗

[shuaflix]

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10:30 p.m. ▸ there was a different type of high that rock star!wonwoo craved.

it wasn’t the buzzed feeling people get from marijuana (and he knew plenty about weed thanks to his band mate, vernon), nor was it the adrenaline from performing in front of a raging crowd. no, not even that thrill could compare to the high wonwoo got when he was fucking you backstage. 

he was rough yet calculated when he fucked you, jerking his hips in precise motions to make sure he was hitting that perfect spot right beneath your cervix. all the while, he was circling a finger around your swollen clit. he loved the way his name fell from your pretty lips, all incoherent and jumbled once he had you falling apart under him.

wonwoo’s band members teased him for keeping a groupie around, at first. however, when they got to see how much he really liked you, they started to treat your relationship more seriously. that meant giving you both space after concerts so that he could have his way with you in the fitting room. 

“w-wonwoo,” you stuttered out as you were bent over one of the vanity tables, whimpering with each sharp thrust of your boyfriend’s hips. “i’m so close.”

he grabbed a fistful of your hair and raised your head, forcing you to look at your fucked-out expression in the mirror. “look how fucking pretty you are, y/n,” he rasped, voice all silk and velvet. 

this had you clenching and cumming around his cock, crying out in pure bliss. wonwoo fucked you through your orgasm, helping you ride through your waves of pleasure while you unraveled in front of him. 

as you were coming down from your own high, wonwoo buried his face into the crook of your neck, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to your skin. 

“you taste like fucking strawberries.”

266 notes - Posted January 27, 2022

#3

my guardian demon (teaser)

PAIRING ▸ demon!yoon jeonghan x fem!reader

GENRES ▸ fluff, smut, supernatural, demon au

WARNINGS ▸ profanity, more to be added as i write  

SUMMARY ▸ just when you thought your luck couldn't get any worse, you accidentally manage to summon an ancient demon named jeonghan out of a scrap of paper from your statistics textbook. now, you're tasked with figuring out how to return your so-called "guardian demon" back to where he came from before he can stir up any more trouble.

AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ hello !! i sort of thought of this on a whim?? kinda cliche plotline but i thought it could be silly and fun so i hope y’all look forward to it! no set deadline tbh but working on this wip :’)

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483 notes - Posted November 9, 2022

#2

operation: hot girl summer

PAIRING ▸ vernon chwe x fem!reader

GENRES ▸ smut, fluff, humor, summer romance au, best friends to lovers

WARNINGS ▸ profanity, weed consumption, ft. annoying friends seungkwan and chan, vernon is also annoying but in moderation, so much sexual tension!!, unprotected sex (wrap before u tap!), high sex, thigh riding, fingering, vernon has a dog named taco bell

SUMMARY ▸ the summer you started putting more effort into your appearance also happens to be the summer where vernon chwe's piercing gaze leaves you feeling like you're floating high up in the clouds.

PLAYLIST ▸ i need u, in the summertime by warren hue, chasu • vintage by niki 

WORD COUNT ▸ 4,890 words

AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ hihi !! this is kind of my svtblr debut ?? i just wanted to write a short drabble bc i’m experiencing post concert depression and in my vernon feels rn <//3 LOL i thought of this spontaneously and spent four hours writing it but i hope you guys enjoy! 

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2,497 notes - Posted August 18, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

roommates with benefits

❝ y/n, you can’t keep staying here. you’ve been living in my room for like, two weeks now. you don’t even pay rent. ❞

PAIRING ▸ jeon wonwoo x fem!reader

GENRES ▸ smut, fluff, humor, college au, roommate au, frat au

WARNINGS ▸ profanity, shy!wonwoo, he’s a bit of an overthinker too, classic “share a bed” trope, sort of friends with benefits, unprotected sex, fingering, praise

SUMMARY ▸ initially, wonwoo doesn’t think much about your incessant requests to play on his xbox. however, when what was supposed to be a two-hour visit to his place stretches out for two weeks, he starts to think you’re overstaying your welcome.

PLAYLIST ▸ seventeen by girls generation • in my dreams by red velvet

WORD COUNT ▸ 6,467 words

AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ here’s me impulsively writing another short lil fic in 1-2 days because the wonwoo brainrot’s been hitting me :’) tbh just wrote this bc i’ve been obsessed with omori LOL but hope u guys enjoy !! ♡ 

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4,339 notes - Posted September 5, 2022

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[prettyboykatsuki]

♡  bakugou headcanons that feel like a warm hug ♡

➳wc ;; 1.2k (oh my god. what is wrong w me.) 

➳ a/n ;; or my bakugou brain-rot that never goes away. thanks for being my comfort character, you fucking gremlin. forgive the silly title. 

♡ always makes little adjustments to the environment for you. he’s observant to a fault so if there’s something even a little off and it happens to bother you, he’s trying to work around it. 

♡ good at playing guitar but not good at reading music. he can throw something together if you give him a chance but he’s not good at trying to recreate someone elses memory. he’s not like.. musically gifted either but he likes how guitar sounds 

♡ thinks about getting a lot of piercings in his ear because he thinks they’d look cool but is kind of too nervous? the idea of a needle going through his skin is a ick. when you start dating, he drags you to his appointments lol - won’t admit it but he thinks he looks so hot when he gets them. takes a bunch of selfies <3 

♡ needs to be moving constantly. can’t sit completely still to save his life. when he listens to music, he moves his head. sometimes he just runs his thumb over his fingers. 

♡ really, really bad at talking. not in the sense he can’t communicate (that too) but he just likes listening in conversation. rarely adds his own thing. but when he does - always accidentally says something super meaningful 

♡ enjoys subtle physical touch because it is literally intimate he melts inside. a hand on his forearm or shoulder. your legs over his lap. small things that show how comfortable you are. 

♡ likes being held cause he’s a big ass baby lmfao 

♡ wont admit it but enjoy when you choose pretty or colorful bandages for his cuts he won’t himself but it’s like keeping you in his pocket wherever he goes.  

♡ really needs you to find him attractive dslksjk it’s not that he ever thinks he’s particularly ugly. but he didn’t really assign importance to his appearance at any point in his life, yet now he puts in a scary amount of effort. readjusts his hair so much more, makes sure his clothes fit good. fixes his fuckin’ face lol 

♡ likes chewing gum a lot and always has a pack on him. really proud of how big he can blow bubbles and will be a little sad if you’re unimpressed. 

♡ is overly sentimental about things you’ve made him - especially if it’s something super dumb. you drew him a silly little sketch of him in a frog hat? it’s in his wallet behind his id. freaks out when he thinks he’s lost his wallet 

♡ LOVES phone calls. yes he still hates talking. but the way his face looks when he listens to your voice. eyes half-lidded, shamelessly smiling - it’s so tender and so lovesick. 

♡ terrible first grader hand-writing. he tries to write them for you in the beginning of your relationship (to be romantic or some shit) but they’re so incomprehensible pls. if he focuses on it - it can be legible but most of the time ... yea no. 

♡ doesn’t favor tea or coffee but prefers tea if he has to drink one. 

♡ crazy good at eyeballing measurement. even in baking. once made a perfectly good bread without weighing anything and doesn’t get why that’s so wild. 

♡ has the phone on his text set to be bigger even though his eyes are fine. 

♡ lets you do the layout thing on his iphone and decorate as you please. says he doesn’t care but when he sees you made it hero themed/fit with his aesthetic - he got so red it was so cute. 

♡ hates shopping in store. will still always go with you because the one time you went alone a store clerk hit on you.  

♡ so practical. he started couponing when he was in his early twenties like an old man. checks the news and weather the night before, every night. never misses doctors appointments. 

♡ shit at any form of visual art. drawing, painting etc - cannot do it to save his life. but he tries. his hands shake when he tries to draw hearts for you 

♡ blows the eyelashes off your cheek super gently whenever he notices. he’ll like.. take your face in his hands and blow so softly like he’s gonna hurt you. 

♡ used to agree to make pinky promises with you as a joke. now though? automatically holds his pink out for you to take it. straight up pouts if you don’t. 

♡ you two have a song and when it comes on, he’ll sing it back to you. any other time? any other song? he wont. but he always sings your song even without realizing, just mouths it. 

♡ enjoys when you put your hands under his shirt and just leave them there and hug him like that. skin to skin contact is elite but only from you. 

♡ hamsters adore this man. they just do. 

♡ draws frowny faces on your eggs with hot-sauce 

♡ soul leaves his body when you play with his hair and scratch his scalp. the tension in his neck literally disappears and he just sighs that shit relaxes him like crazy 

♡ the first time he says i love you, you’re tying his tie for his first hero event. you’re telling him to that the color looks good on him and you’re smiling. it honestly it just slips. he went on to win an award that night. 

♡ his favorite memory of the two of you was when you were trying to leave the grocery store one afternoon. it was raining heavy as shit. you pulled him in under your clear umbrella and just stood there. he doesn’t know why but that means a lot to him. 

♡ cares a lot about his dads approval on his work specifically. him and his dad have a really specifc bond and he actually admires him quite a bit. 

♡ nothing makes him cry like “im proud of you”. especially when it’s for something small. it’s just something he didn’t hear enough in a sincere way. 

♡ likes fruit flavored sweets over chocolate (generally needs something to do w his mouth cause it helps him think. bad oral fixation) so he keeps little candies on him 

♡ shit at video games. terrible at them with the exception of mario kart? for some reason. 

♡ always loses his keys 

♡ stutters every!single!time! he tries to compliment you. it’s been YEARS. 

♡ takes a melatonin gummy before bed and always drinks a glass of water 

♡ buys you flowers and keeps them too. like does the upkeep on it and replaces them if the wilt. suggests pressing them to keep them for longer. 

♡ lowkey cries really easily. he just gets overwhelmed w his feelings some times and it makes him cry even if he doesn’t want too. you and the bakusquad are sworn to secrecy over it though 

♡ wears his ring around his neck on a chain bc it’s easier to show off. 

♡ naturally good at doing hair! 

♡ likes sneakers but wears dr. scholl's because he walks a lot and is on his feet for most of the day w his job. just being careful. 

♡ loves u a lot <3 

[hornime]

plsss do a nekoma ver of that toys hcs it brought me so much joy😩😩

HQ BOYS AND TOYS | NEKOMA

warnings: 18+, timeskip!everyone, toys (duh), voyeurism, praise, cum-eating (?), vaginal penetration, oral (f!receiving), begging

characters included: fukunaga, kenma, kai, kuroo, inuoka, yamamoto, lev, shibayama, yaku

a/n: got kinda broad w the definition of “toys” here (handcuffs, blindfolds, gags, etc.) but i that was just to avoid being too repetitive. hope u enjoy anon!!!! <3

loves them and will use them even before you ask:

>> fukunaga: you bounce yourself silly on the dildo, sealed to the floor, rolling your pebbled nipples between the pads of your fingers and making the sweetest noises, desperate to get a reaction out of the man in front of you. fukunaga, sitting on the couch, faces you with outstretched legs, slightly rubbing his cock through his jeans with the palm of his hand. “looks like you’re enjoying yourself,” he notes, taking you by surprise. you look up at him in a silent plea to just touch you already, careful not to break his no talking rule. he considers your pitiful expression for a moment, leaning forward and placing his elbows on his knees, before falling back onto the cushions. “you look pretty like this. i’ll touch you, don’t worry, but i just wanna enjoy this view for a little longer.”

>> kenma: “you’re so fucking—ah!—lazy, kenma,” you gasped into the space between your foreheads, which were pressed against each other. “don’t even wann—ah! wanna touch me yourself.” he chuckles lightly at that, a small noise that morphs into a choked moan as the vibrations simultaneously touching you both increase. “yeah,” he grunts. “but you love it. and besides,” another wave of intensity sends you reeling, hands flying out to grasp on his shoulders in a desperate attempt to ground yourself. “this toy makes us feel a lot better than i ever could.”

never been super interested in them but will definitely try it out if you want:

>> kai: you were rolling your hips mercilessly, relishing in the way every inch of kai’s cock rubbed perfectly against you, making embarrassing squelching noises that only spurred on your movements. “shit, baby,” he groaned. the metallic clinking coming from behind him made it clear that he was struggling against the handcuffs you’d asked him to put on earlier. “wanna touch you so bad but these stupid fucking cuffs—” he grunted and your eyes widened in surprise as something bright and silver flew across the room. did he just...? kai brought his hands to the front of his body, gingerly rubbing his sore wrists and giving you a sheepish smile. “fuck, i didn’t know i had it in me to break them,” he admitted, grasping onto your hips to pick you up and drop you back down on his cock. “but when it comes to you, i guess nothing can stop me from getting what i want.” he took in your dazed expression, knowing that you probably were too fucked out to hear him, but he spoke regardless. “i think those cuffs’d look better on you, anyway.”

>> kuroo: “you sure this is good?” kuroo was crouched between your outstretched legs, ankles chained to opposite ends of a spreader bar, giving him a eyeful of your glistening hole. you nodded meekly in response to his question, not trusting your voice, especially with the predatory way he was looking at you. with your affirmation, he crawled forward and loomed over you, two fingers expertly plunging into your cunt. his pace quickened almost immediately, and you thrashed at the intensity in a weak attempt to escape from the buildup in your core. you let out a choked moan as he inserted a third, his other hand holding your hip down as it hopelessly tried to wiggle out of his grasp. “this pussy,” he grunted, “is mine. all fuckin’ mine.” at his words, your cum spilled over his palm, and he snickered as you whined in overstimulation. he brought his hand to your lips, prompting you to part your lips. “now suck.”

thinks using them means they’re not doing enough for you:

>> inuoka: inuoka was lapping desperately between your folds, anchoring your body to his face with the iron grip of his forearms crossed over your back. the sounds that were coming your mouths were obscene: his, muffled groans that shot spikes of pleasure up your spine, and yours, moans that were ripped out of your throat. he momentarily lifted you off of him, gasping for breath, revealing his unfocused eyes and dripping chin. “dunno why you bother with all those toys,” he breathed. “especially when you can use me. use me however you want. alright?” you let out a huff of yes, and he pulled your thighs back down, smushing his face between them, and got back to work.

>> yamamoto: “i’m the best you’re ever going to experience, admit it,” he mumbled into your collarbone, two fingers on one hand occupied with your pulsing clit and two on the other hand thrusting shallowly in the tight rim of your ass. “shoulda just told me you wanted this. no plug could make you feel this, good. got that?” you nodded weakly, and he groaned at the stars in your eyes. “would give the world to my good girl. would give the world to you.”

wants you to use toys on them:

>> lev: lev’s breath caught in his throat and his eyelashes fluttered against the blindfold as your fingers traced a path down his chest, lightly playing with his nipples. you continued further downward, spreading his thighs further. he whined as your hands left his body entirely, his inability to know what you were going to do next setting all his nerves on fire. “please fuck me,” he whispered. you settled your palm along the base of his cock, squeezing gently. he bucked his hips up helplessly, “please, please, please.” you smirked, wanting to tease a little bit more. you leaned forward until your lips were against his earlobe, nipping at the flesh. “only if you’re good.”

>> shibayama: garbled sounds were escaping the man in below you, drool slipping from his lips, stretched around the black sphere of a ball gag. you were furiously pumping your hand up and down the length of his cock, movements aided by lube and results of his past orgasms. “gimme one more,” you ordered, fiery gaze making him throw his head back, tears streaming freely down his face. “you can do that, right? gimme one more.” he hadn’t performed the safe action, so you kept fucking him with your fist despite his pleas and twitches of his body. a mumbled cry of cumming! had his muscles tensing up as he released on your fingers and his stomach. he could feel himself losing consciousness, eyelids losing their will to stay open, but heard your quiet whisper of “good boy” and the small peck you left on his nose before dozing off with a small smile.

>> yaku: "you really think a collar is gonna do anything? we both know who the better dom is, so why don’t you just—” you yanked harshly at the leather around yaku’s neck, cutting off his air supply. you wrenched his chin so that he was looking at you, his mouth set in a defiant line. “stop being such a brat. do you not want to cum today?” he scoffed at your words. “i’m not the one being a brat. you’re the one that thinks you’re the dom, but its actu-ah!” you sucked at a spot on his neck that had him keening and clutching at the bedsheets. detaching from his skin, you tugged at the collar again. “keep talking. we’ll see who’s begging later.”

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[lovinkiri]

Hi!! I saw you tagged Koda (the underrated love of my life 🥺) on your masterlist, so if you write for him then could I request some headcanons for him please? (SFW or NSFW, I just wanna see my boyyy🥺🥺🥺)

NSFW Masterlist ~ Koji Koda

Author's Thoughts: Our boy Koji! I decided to just make him an NSFW Alphabet as I love making these. If you want some more NSFW headcannons, let me know!

Also, if you ever see someone missing on a Masterlist, always check the tags or the Rules/Characters link.

Warning: Smut.

A = Aftercare (Do they take care of you afterwards? How?)

Sweet boy is so good with aftercare.

I think he's pretty much a switch.

So if he's taking care of you, he'd definitely carry you to the shower and wash you up.

Then its putting you in some loose pajamas

And finally spooning you to sleep, rubbing your tummy 🥺

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of yours? Of themselves?)

He absolutely loves your hands. He loves how soft your skin is and how good your hands feel against his

His favorite is probably also his hands. He loves being able to hold and pet and love you with them.

The best thing ever is when he's gently rocking into you and you intertwine your fingers with his.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum)

His is thick and comes out in large loads, enough to quickly fill you up with one.

And it definitely tastes on the better side.

D = Dirty Secret (A dirty secret of theirs)

Wet dreams are normal but sometimes, he can go every night for a week straight having wet dreams about you.

And all he can do is desperately rut into his pillow, wishing it was you.

E = Experience (Any past experience?)

No, Koji was waiting for the right person and he found that in you.

F = Favorite Position (What's their favorite position?)

He definitely loves to have you ride him.

But if not, mating press is his second alternative 😌👌🏾

G = Goofy (Are they serious or silly during sex?)

Sometimes he makes a joke or two, just to make sure you're still okay and comfy.

You've definitely had soft gentle sex with you giggling breathily between moans. He'd be running his fingertips down your ribs, kissing all over you face and whispering things that you can't help but smile at.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes?)

Well there really aren't any drapes, but that won't stop me from giving this man a trimmed happy trail of dark brown hair

I = Intimacy (Are they romantic?)

Yesssss!

Koda is super romantic, always making sure you know he loves you with every thrust

J = Jerk off (How often do they do it? What do they think of?)

Often.

Very often.

At least once a day. Sometimes twice.

Its just he can't get the thought of you lying in bed and doing the same out of his head.

"Hah.. I hope.. You're think of me too.."

K = Kinks (One or more of their kinks)

Bondage, Praise, Light Degradation, Gagging, Mutual Masturbation.

L = Location (Favorite place to do it?)

The kitchen 😍

Fucking you against the counter just does something different for him

M = Motivation (What turns them on?)

Its so easy to turn on him.

But I'd i think a turn on is definitely communication.

Telling him your needs and wants.

Dirty talk.

He loves all that

N = NO (Something they wouldn't do? Turn offs?)

He can't share you.

He wants you to think of him when he's fucking you.

O = Oral (Would they rather give or receive?)

As much as boi l o v e s receiving.

He also l o v e s giving.

I think it just depends of the mood.

P = Pace (Fast? Slow? Gentle? Rough?)

He prefers gently slow.

But he has no issue with being rougher, he'd rather you just take control then though.

Q = Quickie (How do they feel about quickies?)

He definitely doesn't mind them.

He prefers regular sex but quickies are great in the moment.

R = Risks (Do they like taking risks? Do they like to experiment?)

Definitely!

At first, he's shy and let's you come to him.

But once he sees how comfortable you are, he gets comfortable.

Starts coming to you with suggestions of his own.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go?)

Koji can go for at least 2-3 rounds.

T = Toys (Do they use/own toys?)

He's only ever used a ball gag on himself, but he's not against trying other things.

He's definitely used toys on you.

U = Unfair (Do they tease?)

He's not much of a tease and when he does, it doesn't last long.

It includes the occasional "Hm? I didn't quite hear you."

"I'm sorry, did you want me to move?"

"You're so cute begging like that, Y/n"

V = Volume (How loud are they? What sounds do they make?)

Koji can be quite loud, letting out desperate moans as he chases his orgasm.

When he's subbing, there's a lot more whining though.

W = Wild card (Random scenario)

"Ngh, feel so good baby.."

Koji can't help but mumble praises as he grinds his hips into yours. And with every compliment, your cunt squeezes him so well he just can't keep his mouth shut.

Slowly pulling back, he can't help but snap his hips back against yours, watching you grip the sheets and relish in the pleasure.

"Squeezing me so nice and tight.."

X = X Ray (Length, size)

Big dick energy and I stand by that.

Eight thick inches of 🤤

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

He can pretty much go any time, his hormones are wild.

Z = Zzz.. (How quickly do they fall asleep afterwards?)

Can't sleep until he knows you're asleep, so it depends on that.

[ticklishpeter]

stupid.

a/n: for u, @annie-schitts-fan​! thank u for all ur help w this, and also for letting me ramble about how much i love these two <3 i’m insecure about this bc i’ve never written them before but i hope this is alright??? 🥺

fandom: schitt’s creek characters: david & patrick summary: just a good ol plotless tickle fight <3 word count: 863

"it’s just,” thick eyebrows raised, “a very strange, unpleasant sensation, that's all!" david scooted away from his fiancée and his... erm... funny-feeling neck kisses in their shared bed.

"hm," patrick hummed, "so you're saying it's got nothing to do with your 'crippling ticklishness?'" air quotes were paired with the last two words.

david sat up straighter, eyes widening much less subtly than he'd hoped, "who told you that?"

patrick sat up, matching his partner, an unmissable glint of playfulness in his eyes, he shrugged nonchalantly, "your sister." wiggling his index finger into the side that was closest to him, he looked away, acting as if he wasn't doing anything.

"no, no!" david squeaked, something he would never admit, slapping at patrick's ‘innocently’ wandering hand, as an ever-so-reluctant grin spread across his face.

"what is it, david?" patrick's eyebrows furrowed at the other.

god, he was infuriating.

"y-you – ST –" another squeak, mixed with a snort, slipped from david's clearly smiling mouth, which made him cover it with one hand, grabbing at patrick's, which was straying a bit too close to his hip, with the other.

"sorry, i didn't quite catch that," patrick squeezed and prodded at his side now, managing to break through david's defenses, "youst? do you mean yeast? what about yeast?" he teased, slightly raising his voice over a series of gasps and snorts from david. he even thought he heard a giggle or two slip out. 

"i! hate y–" david attempted to glare as another squeak escaped his mouth at what seemed like a hundred consecutive squeezes to his lower ribs.

"oh, i'm sorry, is... is something funny, david? i'm trying to talk to you," patrick almost was able to keep a straight face, but watching his fiancé's front quickly decompose was too cute to not crack a smile at. he reached around and grabbed his other side, and was almost caught off guard by the uncharacteristic laughter david produced.

a long snort, attempting to keep his laughter at bay, made his face redden in embarrassment before he burst into cackles, shaking his head and grabbing furiously at the offending hands. "p-pAtrick!" he squealed, burying his warm face into his partner's chest in attempt to hide it, and then trying to roll over so he could plant his face into a pillow.

"where ya goin, silly?" patrick's stupid smug grin would not leave his face, as his squeezing, prodding hands moved rapidly between david's ribs and hips.

"idon'tknOWshutup!" david whined. he was truly being tickled silly. his voice raised an octave when patrick straddled him, sitting across the backs of thighs, and started rapidly, repeatedly poking at his incredibly sensitive sides, “PATRICK, NOT THAT!” he squealed, trying his very hardest to roll back over, arms flailing. 

patrick grinned at the reaction, “not what? does it tickle too bad, or something? i thought it would tickle but apparently you’re not ticklish — wait, are you?” patrick managed to keep his balance as his ticklish fiancé kicked and bucked furiously, relishing in his high-pitched, almost-frantic giggles. he’d never heard him make noises like this before, and oh man, were they cute.

“OKAYOKAY YES, ST—” his pleas faded into one long wheeze, punctuated by squeaky gasps for air, and a humiliating snort that patrick would definitely never let him live down. something about the repetitive speed of patrick’s stupid poking index fingers, mixed with his all-too nonchalant teases drove poor, squirmy david up the wall. — well... off the bed, and onto the floor with a thud. 

“shit, david, are you okay?” the mood shifted quickly when patrick kneeled next to his fiancé, placing a concerned hand on his back. the mischievous smile he received seconds later practically sent shivers down his spine.

david hardly gave patrick time to say anything else before wrapping his arms around his legs and tackling the shorter man to the floor. 

“no! david! david, don’t you dahare!” he was already starting to laugh out of sheer anticipation, trying to tug his calves out from underneath david’s weight.

david furrowed his brows teasingly, twisting his mouth to one side, not able to hold back the smile growing onto his face, “don’t what?” he reached behind his back to scribble at patrick’s socked feet.

“that! don’t do th—” trailing off into helpless laughter, patrick’s whole body twisted in ticklish despair as he tried desperately to escape. his face reddened when he noticed david laughing at him. “david, don’tTICKLEME!” the last half of his sentence escalated into a squeal, muffled by his hands that were now hiding his face.

“aww, why not? it can’t be that bad!” he’d managed to hook his wiggling fingers under patrick’s toes, jumping at the surprisingly loud squeak that patrick made. he laughed amusedly at how desperately his fiancé kicked beneath him.

“DAVIDPLEASE, — stohop!” a dramatic gasp, “shutup!” he whined through uncontrollable giggles. 

his stupid smile was so precious, david couldn’t help but plop himself on top of his giggly, currently speechless partner. he nuzzled into the crook of patrick’s neck before placing a kiss on his warm cheek.

“fine. but if you tell anyone about this, i will make you sleep on the floor.” 

[kenanda]

For the smut prompt a lonelyeyes mix of 106, 111 and 127? If you want only.

This took a while, but it was just too good a prompt not to give it my best shot. I hope you enjoy it.

Happy belated birthday!! Consider this your gift from moi <3 🎁🎉

prompt 106. “Were you just masturbating?” “U-uh..no, i was just..” “Want some help?” prompt 111. “You have no idea how much I want you.” prompt 127. “Are you wearing my shirt?”

CRAVING Rating: EXPLICIT Words: 5,7k Pairing: LonelyEyes Characters: Elias Bouchard; Peter Lukas; Tim Stoker; Martin Blackwood; Gertrude Robinson (mention); Jurgen Leitner (mention). Tags: Established Relationship; Parenthood; Smut; PWP; Mutual Pining; Fluff; Sweet; Masturbating; Cock sucking; Handjobs; Scent Kink; Fingering; Anal Fingering; Anal Sex; Dirty Talk; Banter; Wearing the other's clothes; Doting Parents!LonelyEyes; unbeta'd; Tim and Martin are their kids AGAIN

Disclaimer: These characters AREN’T mine. They belong to Rusty Quill’s The Magnus Archives. Warning: This work ISN’T SUITABLE for minors. It’s a NSFW piece of slash fiction. Therefore, if you’re a minor or in any way squicked by what’s in the tags, DO NOT READ!

Filthy, FILTHY LonelyEyes below the cut, my beloved. It's official, this is now a Verse.

Ever since they became parents, Peter and Elias haven’t known what alone time is anymore. Life is a jolly mess most of the time, with all things required for the rearing of two children. Even if the boys are now a bit older and can shoulder small responsibilities, it still seems like too much is going on at once.

Some days are more hectic than others, which often sends the two men to bed at 10PM feeling like they could sleep for days. Work hasn’t been any better in allowing for a break — Peter’s schedule has him away for months every now and again, and Elias can hardly ever catch a break from the Institute (he’s the Head, after all).

Needless to say, it all takes a toll on their love life. They can count in one hand the number of times they’ve had a weekend for themselves in the past few years. When they want sex, it’s always rushed and quiet, afraid that one of the kids will wake up because of a nightmare and ask to sleep with them.

Elias misses the days when he and Peter would go on long dates and weekend trips; catches himself thinking about those every once in a while, of how they would spare a day to stay in their room talking and getting each other off. They aren’t that young and horny anymore, but there’s still enough of that old spark that Elias will sometimes get turned on merely watching Peter doing mundane stuff, like doing the dishes.

To think that they didn’t get along at first. Elias chuckles whenever he remembers the first time they were together. Peter had been a cocky bastard, but Elias had been cockier and given Peter one hell of a show. Elias still has the eye tattoo on his stomach, but he had removed the nipple piercings once he’d started working. Peter had been so impressed by them, he had played and pulled on them with his teeth once they actually went on a proper date.

Elias lets out a nostalgic sigh.

“Everything alright?” Peter asks over his shoulder.

“Yeah,” Elias breathes. “Fine. Just reminiscing about stuff.”

“Such as…?” Peter rinses a bowl of oatmeal.

“That time you used to be more of an insufferable arse.”

Peter snorts. “You’re one to talk, love.”

Elias can’t help a smile. “We turned out alright. Sometimes though, I miss those days.”

Peter’s disbelief is visible even from his back. “Really!? We used to be swamped all the time, and there was that professor, Jonah- Wouldn’t leave you alone. I think he wanted to — what was it he used to say — see you.”

Elias shudders with a disgusted noise and gets up. He circles Peter’s waist and hooks a chin over his shoulder, pressing their bodies flush enough that there’s no mistaking that he’s half-hard. Peter drops a spoon in the sink with a clatter.

“Oh, wow, hello there.”

Elias giggles. “I miss you,” he whispers. He gives Peter’s nape a slow, open mouthed kiss, causing the larger man to shiver.

“Elias…”

“I know, I know.” Elias pauses, buries his nose into Peter's neck, where his silver hair has grown past his ear. He smells so good. “I could take a day off tomorrow. We could ask Gertie to keep an eye on the boys over the weekend. She’s always delighted to see them.”

After the beach incident in which they had met, Gertrude Robinson had become a dear friend of the family. She and her husband (an old scholar with a booming voice and a gentle face called Jurgen) had a massive library and a collection of items from all over the world. The boys always returned home with strange facts about books and places of which neither Peter or Elias had ever heard. Gertrude also had a grandchild a year older than Martin, Jon, whom Martin had (at the tender age of seven) sworn to marry.

Peter thinks about it for a moment, but doesn’t sound too hopeful in his reply. “They’ll need me at work tomorrow. I already said I’d be there, and it could take a while.”

“Can’t always have it all...”

Peter turns around and holds Elias’s face to give him a kiss. Elias struggles at first because Peter’s hands are covered in suds, but eventually gives in. The kiss is slow and warm; if he isn't careful, Elias can easily get carried away with it. Peter’s growing beard is ticklish, but when it slides down his jaw and neck, Elias has to stifle a whimper.

“I’m sorry, love.”

Elias shakes his head. “It’s fine. I’ll survive.”

That’s not to say Elias’s body will just quit the yearning — it becomes quite self-evident when Peter pulls away and Elias is half-tempted to chase his lips.

But then one of the kids calls him and he needs to go. It's like that the whole day.

Elias only gets some blessed alone time with his husband before bed. Peter pulls him into a hug and they kiss until they have to stop before it gets too hot to ignore. Elias grabs Peter’s hand when it slides between them, because one thing will certainly lead to another.

“Pretty please?” Peter pouts. It looks outrageous on him and Elias barks out a laugh.

Peter smiles, but it fades into something else — something charged. They are kissing again before they know it, and it’s insane how well Peter fits between his legs. The weight of his larger body on top of him, pressing down where it feels so good, has Elias wrapping both legs around his waist and using them for leverage. Peter hums in approval.

At least, Elias is not alone in his lust. Peter is usually quieter about his wants and needs, but once he’s into it, he’s ready to go all the way. Perhaps Elias should’ve been more careful, because now he has to live with the knowledge that Peter is right there and that he wants it just as bad as Elias.

They are humping through their clothes and Elias is ready to make a mess of his pants just like that when there’s a yell from down the hall. Elias’s head snaps up and he all but tosses Peter off of him to leap up and grab his robes.

“Shit, shit, shit.”

“Is it Martin again,” Peter rubs his eyes tiredly, pulling a pillow over his clothed erection.

“Coming! Daddy is coming!” Elias yells back.

Afterwards, they cuddle in shared frustration until they fall asleep. When Elias wakes up the next morning, Peter’s boner is poking his arse, so he gives it a wistful little press. Peter groans and holds Elias there with an arm around his waist. Peter grinds up and Elias huffs into the pillow.

“Wanna finish what we started?”

“Be late for work,” Elias points out. Peter swears, but lets him go.

They’re out an hour later; Elias drops the kids off and heads to work. Heavy clouds of sleep deprivation and sexual frustration hang ominously above his head.

Thankfully, work is something he can lose himself in. He’s good at what he does and there’s something soothing about all those Excel sheets. Coupled with the steady hum of the AC, they almost make Elias forget his troubles.

But then he sees the flyer for this new jazz café that had opened a few months ago, where he had intended to take Peter on a date but never managed to make time, and his face falls. Damn, he misses his husband’s presence, his silly jokes and ridiculous sailor stories.

Lunch hour comes in a blink; Elias is poking a fork into his salad with an utter lack of enthusiasm when his phone chirps with an incoming message. He wipes his mouth and sees that it’s from Peter.

It’s a picture of Peter standing in front of a tall restroom mirror. He’s wearing the big old ratty coat he’d left with this morning, but it’s pulled halfway to the side to reveal Peter’s hand clutching the sizable girth of him through his grey slacks.

Elias chokes on lettuce.

What’s the meaning of this???

Been thinking of you. A lot. — is Peter’s swift reply.

Well, Elias has too, but not to this extent. Can I call you?

Peter calls him instead. “Hey.”

“Are you mad!? I’m in the middle of work!”

Peter laughs. “You talk as if you don’t have a cushy office all to yourself to play as you wish.”

“Yes, at least I can say that. You on the other hand, you’ve got a bloody crew swarming you every day.”

“I’m not on the ship right now. And there are stalls here.”

“You’re hiding in the loo?!”

“Had to. Wouldn’t stop thinking of you. Now, do you want to play?”

“You can’t be doing what I think you’re doing. What if someone comes in?”

There’s something hot and heavy about Peter's chuckle that makes Elias shudder. “A while ago, you’d be the first to say fuck it.”

“Well, apparently one of us has grown past that.”

“I bet you wouldn’t refuse if you could see how hard I am right now.”

It’s a bait. Elias knows it’s a cheap bait and that he’s gonna fall straight for it if he isn't careful. When he reaches down, he notices that he’s hard too. Shit.

“I’m not gonna do this. Bloody hell, not in the middle of work. Fucking Rosie could walk in. Did you know I have a reputation to maintain?” Elias pinches the bridge of his nose. “This can wait until we’re home.”

“We won’t have time then,” Peter replies. “And I miss you too, you know.”

Elias makes a pained little noise. “You have no idea how much I want you right now. But this will wait. We’ll figure it out.”

“How much? Show me.”

"Peter," Elias warns.

Peter gives it up with a breathy laugh. "Okay," he whispers. “See you at home. Love you.”

“You too.”

Apparently, Elias’ ability to stick to reason is intact even with his horny-addled brain. He lets out a deep exhale after the call is over.

The next ten minutes are spent willing his boner to go down by and focusing on work. It’s uncomfortable, but he manages. It gives him a headache for the rest of the day and much to think about — and even more to look forward to.

Unfortunately for both, Peter shoots him a message later on telling Elias that he will be home late and not to wait for him. The boys are disappointed, because it was film night and Peter had promised to watch Return of the King with them. Elias is sad, too; Peter had come back from three months at sea not a week ago, but again they have to be apart.

Elias helps the kids with homework and gets on a work call that drags on for an hour, which only serves to worsen his headache.

During dinner, Elias is taken aback by how observant his youngest is. Martin’s Daddy must be wearing his sourest look, for it prompts the boy to pat Elias’ hand (exactly how Peter does when someone’s upset) and tell him:

“Don’t be sad, Daddy. Dad will be home soon and then you can complain to him about work.”

Elias nearly chokes on food the second time that day. Tim chimes in.

“Yeah, dad. Don’t worry about it. The old man knows what he’s doing.” And without missing a beat, with those big brown eyes of his. “Can I play before bed?”

“Definitely not. You’ll wake up cranky tomorrow.” Tim pouts, tries again, but Elias’s word is final (even if he feels soft after their comforting words). “Thank you, boys. I know how much you look forward to movie night. I’m sorry it didn’t work.”

Tim shrugs, digging into his pasta. Martin is quick to come up with a solution.

“Can you read for us, daddy?”

That catches Tim’s attention. Elias crosses both hands over the table.

“Oh? What would you like me to read?”

Martin leaps out of the chair and thrusts a tomato-sauce covered spoon up in the air. “The adventures of the incredible Mr. Bilbo Baggins of Bag-End!” he roars.

Tim rolls his eyes.

It doesn’t take them long to sleep with Elias reading The Hobbit. Well, it doesn’t take Tim long to sleep (he’s heard this story countless times before and it's a favourite, even if now he says it's for babies) — Martin is paying close attention and interrupting Elias every now and again to ask questions. When the youngest finally drifts off, Elias tucks him in and puts the book back on the shelf.

Tim is almost as tall as Elias now, but Elias can still pick him up from Martin’s bed and carry him to his own bedroom. For someone who wanted to play video games and rolled his eyes at their book choice, his oldest fell asleep very swiftly.

Elias clears the dinner table, does the dishes and puts the rest of the food away. It’s a little past 10PM now and Peter is still not home. Elias only hopes nothing bad has happened (especially after today’s surprise).

Elias finally has a chance to shower and spends five minutes just letting the hot water spray massage his back. He considers touching himself — the awareness that he could use an orgasm and that now is the perfect time to achieve it is very present within him — but before he comes to a decision, he’s already stepped out of the bathroom.

Peter’s sleep t-shirt seems to eye him from the bed as Elias pats himself dry. Should he? After all, why not? He misses the old fool.

Elias pulls the t-shirt on and has to suppress a laugh at how silly he looks, greying brown curls plastered to his forehead and lean body looking too small in that tee — Peter is many sizes larger than him, so the item reaches halfway down his thighs. Elias pulls on some underwear and crawls into bed with a book. The t-shirt is so large that he has to keep adjusting it lest it falls below his shoulder.

For the first hour, Elias tries to read. He really, really does. But perhaps wearing Peter’s clothes hadn’t been his brightest idea. The item is soaked in Peter’s scent, which is positively distracting. Elias catches himself reading the same line three times and lets out a frustrated groan.

“Okay, fine! Fine, I’ll do it!”

Elias shoves the book onto the bedside table and ducks beneath the duvets, lying on his side. He’ll make this as quick as he can and then he’ll go the fuck to sleep.

He runs a hand down his chest, but it feels more perfunctory than pleasant. When it's Peter doing it, it has Elias shivering in no time. Elias closes his eyes and tries to relax, tries to think of how it feels when Peter rubs a rough palm over his nipples and kisses his belly until he squirms.

Elias has left the door open and his ears peeled to any sounds of little steps in the hallway, so it takes a while to concentrate on the ways his body is reacting.

Eventually though, it becomes easier — there have been no steps, no sounds but the soft little puffs of air that he’s letting out. One of his hands is rubbing a nipple through the t-shirt and the other is cupping his cock. Pleasure finally takes over when he presses that hand down his pelvis and a shiver runs up his body, arching his back.

Elias slips a hand under the waistband of his underwear and wraps it around his cock to pull back the skin. It’s getting hot and damp under the duvets, but Elias doesn’t plan to make this long. Just a bit more and he’ll come.

A twist of his wrist has him shuddering and letting out a breathy curse. Elias pulls the too-large shirt up to his nose and takes a big inhale. His mind is filled with Peter and he darts a tongue out for a taste, but gets none.

Still, he has had Peter in his mouth times enough to remember his taste. It makes Elias wet at the tip. He’s so close, so fucking close — but he’s also tempted to keep edging himself; keep thinking of all the things he wishes Peter would do to him. It’s been too fucking long, and he knows that if he doesn’t give his body what it wants every once in a while, it will just keep coming back to bother him.

But then again, the mess… And he’s so close, so, so close. Just a bit more, just drown out everything else.

Elias is so lost in his chase that doesn’t hear it when the front door clicks open; nor when a heavy coat is hung on the hallway pegs; doesn’t notice some of the lights being turned on and off, and is completely oblivious to the figure standing on the threshold and the socked steps that carry the man inside.

Elias only notices that Peter has arrived home when the duvet is gently pulled back and Peter’s smiling face pokes into his line of view — but by the time Peter has let out a soft “hey darling, what are you doing” Elias has already let out a blood-curdling scream and punched him in the face.

Peter falls flat on his bum with an expletive. “Jesus! What the fuck, Elias!”

Elias clutches his chest, breathing hard. “Oh- Oh Lord Jesus. My heart, my poor heart.” He turns to Peter with murder in his eyes. “What the hell were you thinking sneaking in like that?!”

Peter gets up, rubbing his sore bum. “I didn’t exactly try to sneak in, maybe you just didn’t hear me. I wasn’t particularly trying to be quiet. What the hell are you doing still up anyway?”

Elias ignores him. He snaps his head to the hallway. “Do you think the kids heard it?”

Peter shrugs, still sore.

“Get on!”

Peter grudgingly goes to check on the kids, but comes back shaking his head. Elias falls back into bed with a relieved sigh. Peter takes up a spot near the edge.

“What are you doing up? It’s way past midnight.”

Elias then remembers that his (now very much limp) dick is still out under the duvets. “Nothing much, I was just reading.”

“You were reading under the covers in the dark.”

Elias nods.

Peter isn’t convinced, but that gives way to a confused frown. “Hold on, is that my t-shirt?”

Elias looks down as if he hadn’t realised he had been wearing it. “Huh. I guess.”

Peter’s frown deepens. He touches the duvet. Elias clutches it and holds it down on reflex. Peter’s mouth opens in an accusing “oh!”

Peter can be very stubborn when he sets his mind upon something. This time, said something happens to be getting the covers out of the way.

Elias curls in on himself and burrows deeper into the duvet, but Peter (the cheap bastard that he is) resorts to tickling. Elias muffles an ugly laugh into the pillow. Peter is laughing too.

“Stop! Fuck, I’ll show you, stop!” Elias wheezes. Peter’s laughter dies off. He combs Elias’s damp hair backwards and kisses his cheek.

Elias sits up and pulls the duvet aside, feeling completely undignified. His cock is poking out above the underwear, but at least the t-shirt is covering it.

It’s enough for Peter to put two and two together.

“Were you masturbating?”

“No. Like I said, I was reading.”

Peter reaches for the hem of the shirt. Elias grabs his hand. “I said I was reading.”

Peter drops it, lets his hand fall to Elias’s thigh. A moment later, he gives it a squeeze. “Want some help?”

Elias narrows his eyes at him, then glances at the clock. Way, way past midnight.

The squeeze is back, travelling upwards. In spite of his better judgement, Elias’s legs fall open to give it more access and he sighs in defeat. So much for a steely resolve.

Peter slides a palm under the shirt but doesn’t get the item out of the way. Rather, he caresses Elias’s stomach and lower pelvis. Elias shivers deliciously; he’d been dreaming of this all day.

“You’ve been holding back a lot today,” Peter points out after Elias gets hard with just some light teasing. Peter hasn’t even touched his cock.

Elias wiggles to get Peter to touch him, slides down the bed. The invitation is clear enough, but Peter seems to be waiting for a verbal one. “I was being a sensible adult.”

Peter smiles. “Thought you’d like a bit of sexting. You used to love it back in uni.”

Elias had always been weak to Peter’s eyes, especially when they’re looking at him as if he’s something to be slowly savoured and then swallowed. Elias rolls his hips, staring at Peter’s hand on his inner thigh. The movement almost makes it touch his cock, but misses it for a few inches. Elias huffs in frustration.

“Thought you said you were going to help.”

“I can only help if you tell me what you want.”

Elias rolls his eyes at him. Peter waits happily.

“Touch me.”

“Where?”

“My cock.” Elias wants to punch him when Peter merely raises his eyebrows, unimpressed. “Touch my cock, please?”

If that doesn’t do it, Elias is getting a divorce. To his delight, it awakens something in Peter that makes his eyes go dark with lust.

“Fuck, yes. But it’s too dry- Where’s the-” Elias passes him the lube before Peter finishes the sentence. “Love you.”

Peter squirts some lube onto his palms and rubs them together. They’re cool when they touch Elias’s inner thighs and drag down, massaging the region and getting it all wet.

Elias sighs, eyes fluttering momentarily. He can’t help but roll his hips to ease some of the tension. He’s so hard and Peter is taking so long — but when he finally does it, Elias hisses through clenched teeth.

“Feels good, love?”

Elias bites his lower lip, chin tucked to his chest as he watches that big fist pumping wetly around his cock. Only the glistening head is visible, hot red and ready to shoot. Peter rubs a thumb under his frenulum and Elias sees stars.

“Ah, shit,” he sobs, grabbing fistfuls of the too large t-shirt and fucking into Peter’s fist, because the squeeze is so damn good.

Will Peter mind if Elias sniffs his shirt? Fuck it. Elias balls up some fabric and pulls it to his nose. The action doesn’t escape Peter; in fact, he seems entertained by it.

Elias notices his husband’s amusement only through half-lidded eyes, because every single part of his body feels like molasses right now.

“Look at you, ’s like you’re drunk in it.” Peter licks a finger and presses it up Elias’s perineum.

The pressure sends a thick dollop of pre-cum leaking down Elias’s cock. Elias’s eyes roll back into their sockets. Peter taunts him further.

“Want me to put my mouth on you or do you want something better to sniff on?”

“Fuck you and your dirty mouth.”

Peter laughs. “You can, baby. Always loved the way you shiver when you come down my throat.”

Elias points a weak finger towards the door. “Close that first.”

Peter goes and Elias hears the unmistakable sound of a lock falling into place. Peter sheds his shirt and trousers on the way back. Elias can see the outline of his cock against his underwear and makes grabby hands at it.

Peter chuckles and stands next to the headboard. “Can’t decide?”

Elias forgoes the shirt in favour of leaning over the edge and burying a face into Peter’s groin. He takes a deep inhale and mouths at it, dragging his tongue all the way up.

“Fuck,” he groans. “I’ve missed this.”

Peter moans above him and cradles his nape, pulling at the fine hairs there to make Elias shiver. Elias gives his own cock a few lazy pumps while his mouth is busy getting Peter’s underwear all damp.

Elias steals a glance at the digital clock again and whines. Peter asks him what’s wrong.

“I want to fuck you so bad right now, but look at the time.”

“I am looking. It’s working fine.”

Elias swats at him. “I’m serious!”

Peter lets go of Elias’s nape to cradle his face, guiding him upwards. Elias follows it, standing on his knees.

“I’ve bought Red Bull,” Peter confides, and that’s the most beautiful thing to ever come out of his mouth. Elias melts a little just then.

Peter grabs his arse and pulls him to himself. The feel of his underwear is rough against Elias’s cock, but Elias ruts into it. The hand on Elias’s face has now slid to wrap loosely around his neck. Elias pulls Peter’s underwear down and Peter wiggles out of them.

Peter’s cock hangs heavy where it’s nestled amid the thick silver hair on his groin. Elias’s mouth waters at the sight of it, but he eagerly presses them together. The hairs on Peter’s chest and lower abdomen feel coarse against his skin, but Elias loves every second of it. It will leave him tender and pink tomorrow, but he doesn’t care.

Peter pulls him into a kiss that is everything Elias has been craving all day — it doesn’t stop at his mouth, but drags down his jaw and neck, making him pliant. Peter moves his face from one side to the other to nip under his ear and suck bruises onto his collarbones.

“Got rubber?” Elias asks. Peter growls affirmatively.

It’s been a while, but they know how the other likes it. Elias is dripping wet with lube while Peter preps him. Elias would usually prefer his own fingers (much slimmer than Peter’s) at first, but right now he’s turned on enough that the slight burn of the stretch feels perfect. Elias lies on the pillows and lets Peter work his magic.

Peter kneels between his legs and fingers him as if he doesn’t have a care in the world, curling up his fingers to milk Elias’s cock. Elias arches his back and watches dollop after dollop of pre-cum leak from his tip.

“Peter, I swear- to God… If you make me come like this-”

Whatever Elias had thought of saying is completely wiped from his mind when Peter leans down and gives his cockhead a gentle suck, as easy as someone scooping some ice-cream with their tongue.

Elias swears at Peter, but he can’t do much else besides clench his hands and teeth and try to keep from coming. He was so close just now; only a brief touch of Peter’s tongue and his cock is now throbbing, legs shaking so hard he has to suck in his stomach to not orgasm right then and there.

“It would be a sight to behold. You are a sight to behold.”

“Cut the crap, please cut the crap and just fuck me. Fuck, I’m so hard it hurts, you bastard.”

“Then come, love.”

“I don’t wanna come without you inside me.”

Elias should be embarrassed to find that his eyes are glistening with moisture. These can’t be tears. He refuses to believe that he’s crying during sex.

Peter wipes the corner of his eye, boops Elias’s nose with his own and gives him a gentle peck.

“Okay,” Peter whispers.

Peter rolls condoms on himself and Elias, then arranges a pillow under Elias to prop him up and slides home. The size of him fills Elias up so good, so perfect — all the way down to those wiry silver curls. Sure, topping Peter also felt brilliant — but if he’s true to himself, Elias rather likes it up the arse.

They fall into a nice rhythm — whispering disconnected praises and curses. Elias keeps a hand on the headboard for leverage, rolling his hips to meet Peter’s own, re-learning where it feels good. He reminds himself that this is supposed to be quick, just a bit of rough friction before they can’t hold it anymore.

But feeling Peter’s hand clutching his waist, relishing in the delicious push and pull, seeing Peter’s fuzzy pecs flex with the easy effort of taking him — it all has Elias clenching around Peter’s cock and reaching out to trace the lines of his chest.

“Fuck, I should be telling you to go faster.”

“Do you want to go faster?”

“No… I want to keep taking your cock until sunrise.”

“I’m afraid we’ll have to stop at some point for rest, but if you’re up to it, I’m all yours.”

Elias smiles, but his eyebrows twitch when Peter finds that spot and fucks into him, pressing right up against it.

“You see I want that, but when you do this… I want you to leave me all sore.”

“You’re a man of many wishes.”

Elias grins. “Think you can answer them?”

Peter pats his leg. “On your hands and knees, then.”

Arse up in the air, Elias stifles a laugh when Peter squirts more lube onto his hole and drags his cock over it.

Peter pushes back in with a smile. “What is it?”

“Just remembered something. When we first-” Elias hisses when Peter spreads his legs further and angles his thrusts just right. “Yeah, right there. Fuck… When we first had sex. I couldn’t believe you were just bringing people to your room and never doing this to them.”

Peter holds his hips like his hands belong there, finally giving it to him hard and fast. Elias has to clutch the sheets, but damn, that’s more like it. The t-shirt has balled up near his face and he keeps breathing in Peter’s scent.

“Uh- yeah. Hah, that was a long time ago. Is this OK, love?”

Elias nods. “Yeah. Bit rougher would be even nicer though.”

Peter grunts and his hands slide upwards. “Don’t want to hurt you, but if you say you can take it...”

Elias’s waist used to be so lean that Peter’s fingertips almost touched circling around it. Now that Elias is a bit better padded, they grab his flesh with a bit of loving violence while Peter ruts into him. Elias prays that this million pound house has thick enough walls that the noise of skin on skin won’t bleed out.

Elias wraps a loose hand around his cock, but that mere touch is enough to bring him closer to the edge. The fact that he feels so wonderfully used for Peter’s pleasure also does things to his head, because every grunt of Peter’s feels like a small victory.

Peter continues, fondly. “You used to be so fucking shameless. I’m still sad you had to remove the nip piercings.”

“It was easier- Oh, oh! Yes, just like that!” Elias presses his face into the bed, panting open-mouthed against the mattress. “It was easier- Easier,” he tries to continue, but Peter is fucking him so good that he can’t complete his line of thought.

“...that way?” Peter supplies.

Elias nods. He feels half out of it already. “I think- Gonna come. S-so good...”

Peter’s approving hum is followed by him dropping part of his weight onto Elias’s back, which forces Elias flat into the mattress. Elias gasps, loud and breathless and more in love with Peter than ever before. His husband knows that he’s a sucker for a bit of choking and is giving him exactly what he needs.

Peter thrusts harder, deeper, and it only takes a moment of Elias to come — the pressure and the friction too good to resist. Peter has to wrap a hand over his mouth to quieten his moaning. Elias shudders with the aftershocks, Peter’s still moving inside him almost too much to bear.

“God, you squeeze me so good every time,” Peter breathes into his nape. “I’ve missed this.”

Elias can’t breathe; tears gather freely on the corners of his eyes, but Peter doesn’t get off until he comes, too — it feels like orgasm drags on forever in an agonised bliss.

Elias shivers when Peter pulls out. It always gets a bit dry towards the end, but the burn and the stretch leave Elias tingly and sated — and now, completely boneless.

Peter eases him onto his side and removes the now damp t-shirt, chucking it aside; he then ties off both their condoms. The one that Elias has been wearing has almost slipped off; his flaccid cock now covered in spunk. Peter kneels between his legs and takes him into his mouth, causing Elias to seize with oversensitivity and nearly pull off chunks of Peter’s hair.

Peter pulls off of him with a wet pop, looking like the cat that got the cream. Elias sags and drapes an arm over his head, damp chest going up and down.

“Feeling better?” Peter asks. He caresses Elias’s thighs gently, barely even there. It makes pleasant goosebumps rise on Elias’s skin.

“God, you’ve ruined me…” Elias croaks. “You’ve fucked my brains out, Mr. Lukas.”

Peter chuckles. “Good.” He kisses Elias’s knee, his belly, his chest. Elias buries his fingers into his hair. “Gonna get something to clean you up.”

“Wait, just. Just stay like this for a bit.”

“Feeling like some post-coital cuddling, Mr. Bouchard?”

“Ugh,” Elias untangles his fingers from his perfect silver hair. “Now you’ve ruined it. Just go.”

Peter gives a rumbling chuckle that resounds through Elias’s chest. “No, thinking about it, I rather like it here. I get to see all your freckles.”

“Hm. Have you finally managed to count how many of them there are?”

“Nope,” Peter kisses his stomach, over the Eye tattoo. “But I’m still on it!”

Elias yawns. “Good- Good luck.”

“Gee, I really ought to get something to clean you up. At this rate you’ll end up sleeping.”

Elias snorts with his eyes closed. “Already am.”

Peter kisses his nose and leaves him be. When Elias wakes up the next day, he notices three things: one, Peter actually did give him a wipe down; two, he is very much aware of all the sleep he didn’t get last night; and three, he’s got an easy smile on for the rest of the day that he can’t deny.

[seostudios]

Nct Jaehyun A to Z 😯❣️

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

jaehyun’s aftercare is simple. he’ll wipe you off and get you huddled into his arms. the next day if you happened to wake up along with him, you’d prefer showering together.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs)

his favourite body part on himself is his broad shoulders, loving the way you use them as support whil he rams into you in multiple different positions.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

it’s not news that jaehyun has a breeding kink so he’d always want to cum in you, but on some occasions maybe on your abdomen or face...sometimes in your mouth (spitters are quitters!)

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

he likes when people watch him fuck you, he’d have some sort of high knowing people can see you being fucked out by him.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

jaehyun is experienced, to an extent. he’s gotten a blowjob, given oral, and had (vanilla) sex. but with you he explores numerous different places, finding out his kinks and turn offs with experimenting.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

spooning, jaehyun loves when you are on your side, one leg over him as he easily slips in; the easy access to your neck, chest and clit was too good of an opportunity for him to give up + it was comfortable and a position you were in for lazy morning sex.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

he’s 50/50. just like the other boys it’s always gonna depend on their mood. most nights he likes goofy sex no harm in being rough rhough but withour a doubt he praises the fuck out of you.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

trimmed,

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

romantic is jaehyun’s middle name. like jaemin he’d want to have silly cliches with you, always saying little movie quotes throughout your day, just for laughs

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

this boy (surprisingly) doesn’t masturbate. he does touch himself when it comes to mutual masturbation (usually over the phone while he’s on tour) but other than that seeing pigs fly would be something you’d wintess befire him jerking off

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

jaehyun has two kinks i’ve picked (from many of the kinks he has) which is bondage, and an oppa kink. he doesn’t like being called daddy since it does make his face srunch up in a bad way but being called oppa just does something to him

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

the dorms. he loves your apartment, he really does but at the dorms with the members home, them along with the managers being able to hear you scream him name for hours makes him nuts (literally too)

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

he’s not the jealous type so when you wear revealing clothes he gets turned on and hypes you up than jealous and possessive.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

daddy kink, just like i said before it makes him cringe so hard you can see his face go sour.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

he’d enjoy receiving since cumming on your face leaves such a beautiful sight but when he gives, wow. just, wow.

P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

jaehyun is usually fast, rough and sensual but during your little lazy morning sex moments he’s deep and hard.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

hates them. he does enjoy public teasing and oral but not public sex, quickies and shit. rather have it on a bed if he knows you’ll be wobbling moments after he pulls out.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

he loves to experiment just like i said earlier jaehyun’s experiences are kinda not up to date. he knows how to give oral and have vanilla sex but he wants to discover his kinks and what he likes and doesn’t like and taking risks to explore that part of your sex lives is what you two usuall do.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

6-8 rounds is when hes horny and your in for a long night but usually you two do around 2-3 but butttttttttt when you have morning sex- which is so frequent with you two i mention it alot more than i should, you last one round.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

no, he prefers his fingers in you than some toy.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

not too much cause he loves getting to the point but does enjoy when you edge yourself to tease him.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

not loud enough to pass through the thin walls of his dorm but loud enough for you to hear him groan and moan your name.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

fratboy!jaehyun and barista!jaehyun live in alm our minds rent free

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

BIG DICK 8==========D BIG

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

not too high but high enough for the members to say “jaehyun shut the FUCK UP”

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

baby falls asleep in your arms faster than you

hope this is what you expected!

[gamequeenanya]

Prinxiety - Purple is More Regal

Rating: T

Summary: When Roman tries to give up his crown, Virgil has to convince him that he's enough. (Human AU)

Warning: Inspired by ANGST fics! Roman angst w/ a happy ending. / trans!Virgil / self harm implications / depressed Roman / implied U!Remus / somewhat intimate prinxiety? but it's playful

Two men were sitting on a bed in Roman's room. It was grand, with fancy red curtains adorning it. The pillows were feather soft, with a hand stitched R pattern. Silence permeated through the air.

"Purple is a royal colour, you know."

Roman's voice had startled Virgil, and he looked up. The man smiled sadly.

"Huh?" Virgil said. Roman seemed broken, his eyes trying desperately to show some happiness. He inched towards Virgil on the bed. When he was close enough, he took off his crown and dropped it in front of him.

Virgil looked up in shock.

"This is for you," Roman shook his head. "I don't deserve it anymore."

"What do you mean?"

Roman turned around, fighting back tears. Virgil came closer, tentatively offering his hand if Roman wanted it. The man held it.

Virgil could tell he was stressed. He massaged Roman's newly bandaged wrist lightly, and brought it up to his lips. The gentle affection made Roman smile.

His wrist had been bandaged just hours before. He'd told Virgil he'd accidentally cut himself on glass. But Virgil knew the truth. The man had run for the bathroom and had a breakdown. He'd heard his heart wrenching sobs. The only thing stopping him from offering comfort was the fact that it would hurt Roman's pride more. So he'd waited until the man recovered.

Now seeing how broken the man was, Virgil wondered if he'd made the right choice.

Virgil moved to hug Roman, his thin, small frame supporting Roman's larger, muscular one. The man hummed gratefully, wrapping his arms around Virgil too. It was wonderful, until Virgil felt a pinching pain in his chest. He winced.

"What is it?" Roman said. Virgil groaned.

"Ugh, I wore my binder too long."

"Alright, I won't look!" Roman said, turning away so as to give him privacy. Virgil took his shirt off and then his binder, tossing it to the side. He slipped his shirt back on.

"'Kay, you can look now."

Turning around, Roman saw Virgil smile up at him. His heart beat faster in his chest and filled him with bliss. Roman wrapped his arms around him and stroked his back. Virgil purred like a cat. He smoothed his fingers through his hair.

Lifting the back of his shirt up, Virgil traced his lower back. Roman stiffened for a second. He stopped.

"A little higher," Roman muttered. He didn't like how that spot still gave him pain flare ups. Virgil did so, moving up, past the "I love you, Virgil" tattoo with the heart and bat wings above it and a rose bush of thorns below it. He traced his mid back now, tickling the red dragon tattoo he'd gotten there. Roman giggled.

Virgil could feel his heart melt. How could anyone abuse this man? He felt rage build up inside him as well, thinking of how Remus had treated him; cutting his skin and calling him worthless.

He continued tracing his upper back, hoping to distract Roman from his sadness. There was a fire and sword tattoo, and next to it a smiling Sheltie, one of Roman's favourite dogs.

The man hummed in satisfaction.

That was good. Virgil thought. He'd waited for this moment for so long. Remus had convinced Roman that he was unlovable, and it took a lot of therapy to undo the damage. Virgil had confessed to him that he liked him as soon as Roman was in a proper mental state to give an honest answer. He'd cried tears of joy and embraced him.

"I love you," Virgil muttered into his neck.

Roman couldn't help giggle and turtle. He lightly pushed him away. Smiling, he said, "I love you too!"  

With his hands still lazily clawing at his back, Roman decided to return the favour. Lightly massaging Virgil's lower back, he hummed.

A tattoo was there that said "I love you Roman," with a similar design to his boyfriend's, except his heart and rosebush roses were purple. Scritching up to his middle back he jokingly petted Virgil's cat tattoo. Unlike Roman's tattoos, these didn't cover abuse scars. But they were gotten out of solidarity. He moved ever upward, stroking the bat, pumpkin, ghost, and even the scary spider tattoo.

Virgil leaned in to kiss him. Roman accepted, stroking his hair and kissing back.

Opening his eyes slightly, Virgil spotted the crown still on the bed. It was looking a little lonely, he thought. So, picking the crown up, Virgil placed it onto Roman's head. They parted their kiss, and Roman reached up to feel the crown, confused.

"You really think I am worthy...?"

Virgil nodded.

"But I'm so stupid..." he muttered. Virgil clenched his fists in rage.

"Screw the school system! And screw Remus!" Virgil said, growling. At seeing Roman’s startled expression, he looked guilty. He spoke softer. "You're so intelligent, Ro. Do you think I could ever write a screenplay? I'd have a panic attack just trying to get the formatting right! And your acting? Some people sound like cardboard cutouts, but you make it real." He looked at him with mixed emotions in his eyes.

"That's the trick," Roman muttered. "You have to become the character, and genuinely feel what they're feeling."

Virgil's eyes brightened. "And that's what I mean! Don't ever let anyone tell you you're unworthy because their analysis of you is flawed!"

Roman looked back at him and nodded slowly. Virgil stroked his hair.

"I love you, and you are good enough, understand?"

Roman chuckled lightly. He felt the crown on his head, still unsure. But Virgil's words did make him feel better.

Virgil picked up a notebook from the desk.

"Here, you can write something if you want. If it's important, I can proofread it for you."

"Alright." Roman said, picking up the notebook and a pen. He thought a while, glancing to the side, and at Virgil.

It was tough knowing he'd be scrutinized. But also he knew Virgil would never criticize his vision, just circle errors he wouldn't have noticed himself. They'd agreed upon the sorts of things Roman wanted criticized when Virgil become his beta reader. As silly as some of the ideas were, Virgil trusted that Roman knew what he was doing. Sometimes one's vision doesn't become clear until the end of the story, after all.

He wrote until his idea faded, and he put his pen down.

"Want me to see?" Virgil said. Roman shook his head.

"It's not ready yet."

Virgil nodded, understanding. He simply let Roman sit there and decide what to do next.

Roman looked down at him curiously. "Would you like to switch clothing?"

"Huh?" Virgil looked confused. "Uhh, sure."

He didn't know what his idea was, but let Roman borrow his jacket. The other man turned around, dug through his drawer, and gave him a spare Prince outfit. Virgil smiled, putting it on. He had to admit, he felt good like this.

Roman, on the other hand, looked in a mirror and sighed.

"You know, you're right-" Virgil said, cutting in before he could say something self deprecating. "Purple is a royal colour. You look good in it."

Roman smiled. "And you look amazing as a prince."

"Hey," Virgil said playfully, standing next to him. "I never said I wouldn't wear a crown."

Taking the crown off his head, Roman placed it on Virgil's. Immediately, Virgil took it off and gave it back.

"No, not your crown. A crown. So we can be husbands."

"Alright, my prince," Roman chuckled.

((3 days later))

Virgil would have been pleased with a printed paper crown. But Roman had to go all out, commissioning an actual blacksmith. After it was made, he paid the man and accepted the crown. He'd placed the crown in a box, wrapped it with Disney’s Frozen wrapping paper, and tied it with a bow on top.

When Virgil had opened the box, he gasped.

"Roman, you shouldn't have!"

He placed it on his head, finding it the perfect size. Smiling at Roman in awe, he asked him how he could ever think he'd be worthy of such a gift.

"You're my prince, and you are worthy. You are kind, supportive, and you make me happy."

Virgil blushed for the first time in a long time. "Wha...? No, you!"

Roman laughed, enjoying the cute expression on his face. He pulled out an Uno Reverse card.

"This isn't fair, Roman. I'm supposed to be the one cheering you up!"

"Life isn't fair, dear." He leaned in to gently kiss his forehead.

"Whatever."

Roman gently tickled his sides, making him giggle.

Instead of pushing him away though, Virgil pulled his hands away, but leaned closer to his torso.

"How did I ever end up with someone like you?" Roman said with a smile.

"Hey," Virgil said with a leftover giggle. "I've got five more reverse cards, and I'm not afraid to use them!"

Roman accepted his fate, putting his hands up in mock surrender.

It was so funny, he was always striving so hard for perfection that he didn't stop to think that he might be enough for someone... until now.