#hope i get anons again telling me i draw him too hot

[hansoeii]

the steard is making a return!

[transmascaraa]

hi! is it ok to req a lyney, gaming, and/or bennett scenario where reader likes to kiss key areas on their body? e.i. lyney's teardrop makeup, the x scar on bennett's shoulder, gaming's little neck mole, etc.

it doesn't have to be all of them btw! just ideas stemmed from my brainrot

— 🧷anon

multiple characters headcannons!

kissing key areas on their bodies... how do they react?

characters: bennett, gaming, lyney x gn!reader

author's note: HELP I LOVE THIS REQUEST TOO MUCH I SHOULD BE CONCERNED IT'S SUCH A CUTE IDEAAA i tried my best please i'll be obsessed with this one i just know it

๑ Bennett

-he would be a bit surprised bffr

-you would kiss his scar while telling him that it's okay to be clumsy that it's no big deal etc that you'll love him nonetheless

-he would be blushing and just thanking you a billion times(he still hasn't said it enough)

-and you'd just kiss him which would only make him blush more

-he's a blushing mess

-he doesn't know how to return the favor

-so yk

-he returns the favor by giving you a little kiss on your lips

-hoping that it was enough(for him it wasn't)

-but if he didn't accept it, you would continue kissing the scar and even tickling him until he accepted it and thought he had thanked you enough.

-in reality, he just doesn't want you to leave him because of his unluckiness.

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✷ Gaming

-he's a total sweetheart help

-you'd kiss that mole on his neck and he would be a tomato already there

-off topic for a second but i love that he has a mole because i have moles all over my body and just one on him means sm to me for some reason(i'm not okay) so idk wether to feel proud or not about them

-anyways back to gaming

-he would blush and after you looked back up at him he would hide his face in your neck

-hiding that adorable blushing face of his

-you just tell him that it's cute and continue doing it until he's more than just a blushing mess.

-he wants to return the favor so he showers you with kisses.

-be ready for him being extra cure for the nextt few days.

-and if course, clingy as fuck.

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✯ Lyney

-bro will be flabbergasted.

-he's the flitry one, he's the rizzler, he's the more dominant one!

-so when you catch him off guard like that after a show as a sign of praise...

-he is as red as his pyro vision.

-he's so embarrassed that he doesn't even hide his face, just stand there frozen(even tho he's tehnically burning on the unside)

-he doesn't understand how you make him feel so hot, but loves it so much despite not telling you so

-and when you'd pull back from his cheek, where his signature teardrop makeup mark is...

-he's looking at you. just looking.

-red as fuck.

-he's adorable.

-so in order to get at least a bit of lyney back, you'll have to drag him with you.

-for the rest of the day, he'll be completely flabbergasted. and tonight, he'll keep his hand on where the mark is, not daring to wipe it off.

-(he was looking at himself in the mirror and just graced his fingers over the mark gently, admiring it.)

-for the next few days, he's more than clingy.

-and for the rest of your guys' lives, he'll never miss a day when he doesn't draw that mark on his cheek.

-and if you kiss it ever again, the cycle restarts itself...

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i have an obsession okay

LYNEY'S PART IS LONGER I'M SORRY BUT I'M LITERALLY OMW TO WRITE THAT BRAINROT OR WHATEVER

but the others were precious i swear i love them all(favorite vision is anemo why tf do i like short pyro men)

[vampsickle]

Jason Todd and dom!reader pweeeeasee! Maybe he's just a pathetic whiny mess, and you wanna comfort him!

hello my sweet anon! thank you for your patience my love. i hope this is good for you!

Jason Todd writhes underneath you, you’ve ripped so many orgasms out of him, but he’s still so painfully erect. His cock is swollen and red, precum leaking in copious amounts, and he desperately fights back tears. It hurts so good, his eyes rolling back every time you touch him. He’s never trembled so violently before, his breath hot, escaping his mouth in puffs.

The pit of Lazarus had its side effects, and who knew that a high libido would’ve been one of them. But he’s still so sensitive, you’re probably the third person he’s slept with, and now it’s so consistent.

“Fuck— Fuck, wait, I can’t—“ and you hum lightly as his pathetic attempts to speak, his words come out as desperate pleas and whines, hips bucking upwards, his eyes shut tightly. Your hand wraps around his dick, and that makes him jump somewhat, spurts of cum spilling out. Even when he’s like this, he’s mindlessly begging you for more, more, more. Who knew he’d be so desperate.

“I want you to look at me when I put it inside me, Jason.” you speak lowly, lining up the tip with your entrance, allowing it to get caught there. He swallows thickly, jaw tensing, teeth clenched so tightly that he fears he may crack one. But he musters out a weak uh-huh …

Your pace is torturously slow, he takes quick breaths in anticipation, and you press your palm onto his flushed chest, softly telling him to breathe. As you say that, you sit all the way down on him, cockhead brushing against your womb, and he cries out. You haven’t even moved and he already came again.

“Oh… I’ve barely even done anything, Jason. Is it too much for you? Should I stop?” you coo, rolling your hips, and his head is thrown back and he groans wantonly, and when he exhales it comes out as a drawn out whimper. “No— No, fuck, ‘s not too much. Please, keep going, please—“ and his hands fly to your hips when you begin to bounce on him, head cocks to the side, falling against the plush pillows you made sure to place comfortably underneath him.

He’s fucking drooling. You lean over to kiss him, and he’s eager to kiss you back, messy yet slow, open mouthed and slightly impatient. You tell him he’s a good boy. You praise him, your own noises only bring him closer to his release, and he tries to meet your hips when you meet his pelvis.

“Oh— Fuck—! ‘M gonna fucking cum— Again-” and he squeezes you tightly enough that it almost makes you squeal, nails digging into your soft flesh, nearly drawing blood, and somehow he cums inside you, more than the other times. You feel full, but you still move slowly, riding out his orgasm as he cries weakly.

“Good boy. You came so much.. Did it feel that good?” his eyes are half lidded, hands slowly falling back down on his sides, and he simply nods. That’s all the answer you need. It almost makes you laugh, how cute and fucked out he looks, but you lean down and press a gentle kiss to the corner of his eye.

[goosewriting]

📮 You got mail!

Welcome back to requests!! Hope you’ve been doing well-!! may I request reader that does biscuits on Hobie? Like what would his reaction be? They’re human, but when they hug something or someone they’re close to their hands turn into fists and kinda knead/tap the persons back or wherever their hands are in the hug. I’m okay if you add anything else here, can be in any format you like :^D

💌 -BVA🐰🎟️

biscuits.

summary: reader “doing biscuits” on hobie.

relationship: Hobie Brown x GN reader

warnings: none, pure fluff!

word count: ~550 

A/N: BV anon my beloved<3 this request was so cute, thank you! by no means do i know how to write hobie’s accent so i hope i still made our boi justice :’D 

(english is not my first language. constructive criticism and grammar corrections are very appreciated!)

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As you wake up, you keep your eyes closed for just a moment longer, enjoying the warmth of your bed. Taking a deep breath and stretching your limbs, you blink a couple of times to get the sleep out of your eyes. Your gaze falls onto the figure next to you and you smile to yourself.

Hobie stayed over after movie night, and you just stay there for a couple of seconds, watching his back steadily rising and falling with each breath. Overflowing with affection, and with your brain still partially fogged by sleep and lazy cosiness, you scoot closer to your boyfriend and start massaging his back. 

First you draw indecipherable figures, your fingertips warm against his bare back. Then you use the ball of your hands to gently knead him, like a cat would. The thought makes you smile, knowing full well that if you could purr right now, you probably would. 

Suddenly, the skin under your hands vibrates slightly as Hobie’s deep chuckle resonates through him. You pull back quickly, heat prickling at your cheeks.

“Sorry,” you apologise with a sheepish smile, and Hobie shoots you a sleepy glance over his shoulder. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

He smiles, turning away again and shuffling a bit to get comfy, arching his back towards you ever so slightly.

“Good morning to you too,” he says through a yawn. “Don’t stop. ‘S nice.”

“O-oh, okay,” you respond, and get back to work. You’re not really sure what you’re doing, and there’s no pattern to follow, but through his grunts and hums, you try to figure out what he seems to like, and adjust your pressure and direction accordingly.

“So,” Hobie says after a few moments. “What’re you baking?”

Your hands stop their motions for a second as your brows crease together in confusion. 

“What do you mean?” you ask, resuming your massaging.

“Well, you’re kneading me like dough, so you better be making something delicious.”

You laugh and warmth spreads through your chest, both at his comment as well at the fact that he’s playing along.

“Hmm, yes. There’s a busy day ahead,” you say in a serious tone, emphasising every word with a kneading motion. “Pizza, cinnamon rolls, biscuits.”

Then a thought occurs to you, and even though he can’t see you, Hobie can hear your smile in your voice, no matter how hard you try to bite it back.

“So many biscuits,” you go on. “Hobie biscuits. Hobiscuits, if you will. Spiderscones, some would say.”

Hobie snorts, then turns around to face you and hugs you to him. He’s impossibly warm, and you unabashedly snuggle into his chest.

“Now I’m hungry,” he states. “Maybe we can do some actual baking today? I’m craving some sort of pastry with all this dough talk.”

“Yeah, me too,” you reply. “Good thing I got my biscuit right here.” 

Before he can give you a warning “Oi!” you give his shoulder a loving nip, making an exaggerated biting sound, and climb off the bed, quickly slipping from his attempt to hold you. 

“C’mon, breakfast ain’t gonna bake itself!” you tell him standing at the end of the bed. 

“Oh, it is on,” Hobie smirks, and you laugh as you skidaddle into the kitchen, with your boyfriend hot on your trail, eager to unleash a tickle attack on you.

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[stvharrngton]

It's okay!! I understand :) How about something about using a vibrator on our stevie?

anon i tried my best i hope you like it 🥺👉👈

pairing: steve harrington x reader (no pronouns used)

word count: 1.2k

warnings: smut, 18+ minors dni, use of toys (m receiving), oral (m receiving)

summary: steve is a little subby baby

“What does it feel like?”

You shrugged, “Intense?” you thought out loud, “It’ll make you feel good, Stevie.”

Steve was laid out, sprawled on the bed in only his boxers. You in your underwear, save from the skirt that Steve insisted you kept on.

You’d been to the store in the shady part of town, out of pure curiosity, hoping to pick up some lingerie, maybe a new toy for yourself. You never expected to be going to the counter with something you would be using on Steve that evening.

It was a sleek little thing; a small black bullet vibrator. Nothing too overwhelming. He’d tapped your shoulder as you perused the shelves, “D’you think you could use one of them on me?” He’d asked.

You were always up for trying new things, especially when it came to your sex life. So when Steve proposed this idea of his you lept at the chance to have him keening beneath you.

“We don’t have to,” you hushed, sensing his nerves, hands running up and down his thighs soothingly, “just say, baby.”

“I want to,” he stated. Gaze a little heavy, neck hot and cock already aching beneath the confines of his boxers.

You nodded, a little smirk painted across your lips. Leaning over his body you slotted your lips between his, kissing Steve slow and passionately. Lips melding together perfectly.

You reached for the vibrator that you left on the nightstand; switching it to the lowest setting, “Just tell me to stop if it’s too much,” you reassured Steve, pressing a final peck to his lips, “okay, Steve?”

“Yeah, baby,” he nodded, reaching to squeeze your hand.

You let the tip of vibrator press into his chest softly, drawing lines between the dip of his pecs. You circled the bullet around his erect nipples, pulling a throaty groan from Steve’s lips. His fingers tugged at his hair, the other came to grasp your pudgy thigh.

The vibrations went straight to Steve’s cock, stirring beneath his boxers. A sweet moan tumbling from his mouth as you pressed the tip a little harder around his nipple, your tongue coming to lap at the other.

“Fuck,” Steve breathed.

You shuffled down the bed a little so you were laying between Steve’s legs, letting the vibrator travel down his chest and stomach slowly as you mouthed at his cock over the cotton.

His hips thrust up at both the sensation of your mouth and the bullet. Moving your mouth to press wet kisses along his thighs, teeth nipping gently at the sensitive skin there.

Carefully, you stroked the bullet up and down the length of Steve’s cock, the most pitiful whine escaping his mouth. You smirked a little, loving being in control, loving that you were the person to get to see Steve like this.

“Does that feel good, Stevie?” you cooed.

“Y-yeah, fuck,” he stuttered, “feels so good.”

You took your lip between your teeth as you watched his chest rise and fall rapidly, cheeks tinted pink, hair a little messy from where he’d ran his fingers through it, lips plump and parted.

Pulling at his boxers a little just enough to let the tip of his cock poke out at the waistband. It was so pretty, pink and ready, pre cum spilling out from his slit. You rubbed Steve’s thigh as you brushed the bottom of his head with the vibrator.

Steve’s back arched up off the bed, a loud moan filling the quiet of the room. He fisted the sheets either side of him, “Fuck, do that again,” he whined, “please do that again.”

You obliged, how could you not? When Steve lay beneath you, begging. Skimming the toy along the slope of his tip again, Steve’s eyes were squeezed shut, brow furrowed. He was painfully hard now, cock throbbing and aching. The sensation from the vibrator and your mouth and hands on his body completely wrecking him.

You pulled his boxers off all the way now, discarding them at the end of the bed. His cock sprung up, the vein on the underside of his shaft ever so prominent.

Steve hissed through his teeth as you let the toy glide up and down his length. A small gentle movement that drove Steve absolutely crazy. He was writhing, completely on edge, trying to fuck his cock up against the little toy.

“Baby,” you chuckled, “you gotta stay still f’me.”

“Fuck, sorry,” he breathed, chest heaving, “just feels fucking amazing,” Steve moaned.

“I know,” you cooed, continuing your ministrations with the vibrator you wrapped your lips tightly around the tip of his cock, tongue swirling.

Steve’s eyes rolled to the back of his head, hips canting upwards trying to get more friction from your mouth; the bullet; anything. He was a wreck, so totally fucked out already, so close to orgasm.

You moved the vibrator lower, your mouth taking more of him in as you did. Head bobbing up and down as your tongue swirled around his cock. It was messy, spit leaking from your mouth down his cock.

The vibrator came to tease Steve’s balls as you let his tip brush the back of your throat. Steve let out the sweetest, filthiest moan. Toes curling and thighs spread wide for you.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” he babbled, “oh fu-uck,” a long drawn out moan leaving his lips as he writhed on the bed. “Please, baby,” Steve whined, “please please please.”

You hummed around his cock. You knew he was close, the incoherent nonsense filling the quiet of the room, how he fisted the sheets to try and stop himself from fucking his cock into your mouth, how his cheeks were tinted bright fucking red at the feel of everything.

You turned the toy up a notch; nothing too harsh but enough to push Steve over the edge. He cried out beneath you at the change, the sensation now even more intense. Steve’s head was empty, dizzy and not a thought but how fucking hard his cock was and how much he needed to cum right now.

“Baby,” he whined, “‘m gonna cum, can’t hold it,” chest heaving hard as his fingers tangled in your hair, “shit, ‘m right there.”

“Yeah?” you pulled your mouth off him as you asked, tone low and sexy, “Gonna cum for me, Stevie?”

“Fuck, yeah,” he breathed, “make me cum, please make me cum.”

You went back to his cock, lips wrapped tightly around the head as you sucked and swirled your tongue, vibrator pushed into the base of his shaft sending shivers throughout his whole body.

A mix of incoherent moans and curses spilled past his lips, chants of your name and mumbles of thank yous moaned out into the still air of your bedroom. Thick ropes of cum spilled into your mouth, dripping down your throat.

You ditched the vibrator now, switched off and discarded in the sheets. Hands rubbing soothing circles into Steve’s muscles as you pulled off him with a pop, swallowing every last drop he gave you.

Sitting on your heels you watched him for a moment, face tucked into the crook of his elbow, chest slick with a sheen of sweat, lips parted and gasping. Your fingers danced up his leg, stroking over his hip, the hair that littered his lower stomach.

Steve was fucked, post-orgasm haze taking over his mind, every inch of his body drained and tired. You curled into his side now, pressing soft kisses all over his face. You settled in next to him, knowing that you wouldn’t be leaving your bed any time soon.

[kneelingshadowsalome]

Good lord HOWDY and good morning to you and our toxic king <3 but I am dying at disappearing act reader who plans for WEEKS maybe months to escape this dude, gets off the grid in a pretty impressive way for a little civilian girl (Konig is impressed, but it’s still child’s play to find her for a guy like him), leaves him a long ass letter about why she’s leaving and TO NOT COME LOOKING FOR HER all caps, bold, underline. And konig in the Miette meme voice is all “a game of chase?! For me?!” And then only when reader is absolutely devastated when he finds her is he like…..ah. Well then. “He already won her heart once - he’ll do it again” which is so damn threatening I love that line, congrats on your stupid wonderful writing IM OBSESSED

Oh my GOD are you kidding me 💖

Has mixed feelings when König comes to her and makes hot love to her, cuddles her to bruises every night and she knows she's going to miss him. But it's just too much, this just won't do, she has to go back to normal, get this guy out of her head.

I mean. Ahahaha she doesn't have a CHANCE.

Poor girl, thinks so so hard if it could truly be done, if there's hope for her still... Makes the decision, draws out plans, has maps under her bed and a bug out bag at ready, lots of cash to start a new life somewhere far away...

It was just a crazy little episode in her silly little life. Just a crazy horny killer dude from Austria...

She leaves when he's on a mission, sneaks out and tells no one where she's going, travels light, takes the long route to her pretty new apartment where everything is normal and *safe* and calm. Wears a beanie and sunglasses outside, dresses differently, and a few days pass... she starts to relax. He hasn't found her – her little runaway plan actually worked!

She hugs a pillow every night, secretly yearns for him, but stays strong – it's better this way, surely. Puts up some cute lil curtains she just bought to herself as a treat, there's tea on her table as she dances to a song and decorates her new place, soon she will look for a new job at an internet cafe, then out from the window she sees something chillingly familiar...

In walks König, and it seems even the birds have gone silent, the sun goes into a cloud, and he stands there at her door, barely fits to straighten to his full height under that frame, his ice blue eyes creasing in the depths of the hood – of course he's smiling. And then he tilts his head, terror and lust pool in her stomach again as he says......

...And she despises herself for the first thought she's having, the unchecked little whisper...

He came for me.

"Found you."

((Anon the "A game of chase? For me?!" has me dying, I'm wheezing))

[ronancebible]

jealousy, jealousy {robin buckley x afab!reader}

Summary: Robin finds herself incredibly jealous of the way you and Eddie talk to one another. When she comes to talk to you about it, she finds you in a rather compromising situation. 2.6k words.

A/N: For my wonderful anon! I hope you enjoy. There is the slightest bit of period-typical internalized homophobia, but nothing too heavy! It's still a light read. No pronouns used, but the reader is implied to be female through discussions of same-sex attraction.

Warnings: Brief, slight mentions of internalized homophobia, masturbation, mutual masturbation, tiny alcohol mention

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You let out a sigh as you finally took a sip of the cold water you had left at the picnic site. The hot July sun beat down on the meadow; the cheese was sure to be warm now and the champagne bound to be flat.

Steve had had the absolutely terrible idea to take a hike up to Weathertop from the picnic site, not realizing it was over 4 miles away. Everyone had given up and turned around after an hour of fruitless walking.

Steve had beat you all back to the large blanket, lazily spread out on a fluffy patch of grass. He was reaching for the strawberries when you walked up. Eddie and Robin trailed slightly behind you, only meeting you there after you had already quickly drained your bottle, panting heavily.

“Man, I thought you only made those sounds when you were with me,” Eddie said, grinning as he toed his shoes off and sat down on the edge of the blanket. You rolled your eyes fondly.

“Maybe if you keep up the good behavior, I’ll make some better ones for you,” you teased in return, throwing him a showy wink for good measure.

You and Eddie had established this flirty rapport a few months prior. It wasn’t that you were really into each other, no, it was because of an incident at a local mall. Eddie had been stoned, carelessly licking at an ice cream cone. Inhibitions lowered, he openly goggled a large poster ad for Calvin Klein briefs, only to quickly realize his mistake when he got a funny look from a mother with her children.

He had immediately tried to cover, his only thought being to tell you, “Can’t wait for you to get me out of those tonight, (Y/N).”

The mother looked scandalized, and quickly walked away with her kids as you doubled over in laughter.

“Want me to use my teeth?” you managed to reply after several seconds laughing, which only served to make both you and Eddie crack up all over again.

It had been a recurring theme between the two of you since. As much as it was silly, you had really grown to appreciate it for the peace of mind it gave Eddie. And you, on the occasion that your eyes lingered too long on a Victoria’s Secret model poster at the mall.

For the two of you, it was comfortable and reassuring, however stupid it sounded. For Robin and Steve however, it was endlessly annoying.

“Oh my God, enough,” Steve groaned through a mouthful of strawberry. “It’s endless.”

“Please, try walking next to them on that hike,” Robin commiserated before spraying whipped cream into her mouth. You watched how the muscles in her neck moved when she tipped her head back, how her lips pursed to catch all the cream, blushing and looking away when her tongue darted out to clean the corner of her mouth.

There was that small fact, too.

You and Eddie scoffed and rolled your eyes as Robin flipped you off.

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“Are you actually into Eddie? Like, for real?” Robin asked you later, back at your apartment. You could see her chewing her thumbnail out of the corner of your eye.

Your breath hitched a little, like it did every time someone asked you about guys. Answering always felt like a half-truth. You forced a smile.

“No, don’t worry. We won’t be messing up the group dynamic anytime soon,” you said, not looking up from the picnic dishes you were washing.

“Well, I mean… you kind of already have,” Robin said, finally drawing your attention away from the dishes. You searched her face, seeing genuine annoyance and frustration.

“We can’t go anywhere or do anything without you two flirting like crazy. And it’s so graphic,” she continued, her face reddening slightly.

“Robin, I didn’t know it bothered you,” you said, feeling bewildered. “You know it’s just a joke, it’s just the way we are. I’m sorry.”

“Yeah, well it’s getting on my nerves!” Robin shot back.

You turned back to the dishes quickly, trying to hide as emotion welled on your face. You didn’t know how to justify your actions without telling her about you or Eddie, so you stayed quiet as Robin lowered herself off the counter, looking slightly remorseful.

“I’ll get out of your hair,” she muttered, letting herself out of your apartment.

You let out a heavy sigh as you heard the door slam. This was the last thing you wanted.

You had no idea that Robin was genuinely bothered by the way you and Eddie talked to each other. As far as you knew, she and Steve only teased you about it. Her reaction took you by surprise.

Your mind wandered to earlier in the day as you tried to remember if Robin had seemed more upset than you noticed officially. You wracked your brain, but after a few minutes, all you could come up with was the vision of Robin spraying whipped cream into her mouth. How her lips had moved. How her eyes closed when her head tipped back.

You tried to shake it off, but then you remembered the flush of her cheeks, her heavy breathing as you hiked across Hawkins earlier. How the fine hairs at the base of her neck stuck to her skin, how you wanted to lick every drop of sweat that beaded down her cheeks.

Great. Robin was mad at you and all you could do was get turned on by her. Like always.

You huffed, putting the last dish on the drying rack. After standing still for a few seconds, turning it over in your head, you gave in with a sigh. You were too worked up to do anything else.

You walked to your room, swinging the door shut and climbing on top of your bed, shedding your jacket as you went.

You lay on your bed, still for a second, as you let the thoughts swirl around your head. At a particularly fond memory of watching Fast Times at Ridgemont High (53 minutes, 5 seconds), you groaned impatiently, shedding your top and sighing as your boobs hit the open air. Thoughts of Robin’s thigh pressed against your own at movie night spurred you on as you unceremoniously shoved a pillow between your thighs, lightly pressing down to tease yourself as you worked yourself up.

You bit your lip as you trailed your hands over your body, slowing down at your nipples, the swell at your underboob, right above your waistline—you were entranced by your own touch, imagining Robin’s smartass smile as you did so. Her hands covered in rings.

You almost wished you had more of a moral compass. One that told you it was weird to get off to thoughts of your best friend. But in the moment, you couldn’t care any less. Right now, all that existed was your need, your touch, and Robin’s face flitting through your memories.

Eventually, though, the pillow wasn’t enough, and you threw it aside in a huff. You were good and truly wet now, the kind of wet that left you whining as you felt your folds easily slide together. You haphazardly reached into your nightstand, digging under school papers until you found what you were looking for. Your prized Playboy.

You lazily flipped through it, your fingers getting closer and closer to your center as you went. About five pages in, at a particularly tantalizing photo, you slid your fingers in through your folds, shuddering heavily at the feeling. You looked at the woman in print, mesmerized as always with the way her tits sat against her body, whining as your fingertip brushed your clit.

You were just about to start touching in earnest when you heard a startled voice.

“That’s a Playboy.”

You shot up, face burning an obscene shade of red as you finally noticed Robin in the doorway. She looked transfixed, eyes flitting between your hand and the magazine. Her face must have been as red as yours.

Still, she gulped and repeated, “That’s a Playboy.”

You moved slowly to cover yourself with the covers. “I know,” you whispered.

“Why are you getting off to a Playboy, (Y/N)?” Robin said, voice hardly higher than a whisper.

Tears threatened your eyes. You didn’t want to have to do this. Not right now, not ever. Especially not with Robin.

“I… I mean, shit, Rob, why do you think?” you forced out, not knowing what else to say, voice just as low as Robin’s.

The most unexpected thing happened. Her face slowly crept into a smile, a smile that read no malicious intent. She took a step closer.

“I came back to, um… apologize. I shouldn’t have said that shit,” Robin said.

You shook your head, bewildered. Now, of all times? When you were basically naked, caught masturbating?

“Robin, I—”

“No, hold on, let me finish,” she insisted, taking a few steps forward and sitting on the edge of your bed. “I came to apologize.”

She took a deep breath. “It’s kind of hard to come to terms with… some feelings. Ones that you’ve been told your whole life aren’t right… aren’t natural. Shit, even the more accepting people basically imply it’s abnormal. But, I did. After a while. And I’m really okay with it. I like it about myself, actually. And I think you might know what I’m talking about,” she said, eyes meeting yours shyly, briefly. You held your breath.

“I thought you and Eddie were for real. And it bothered me so much, and I didn’t really know why, until I realized I was… jealous. I was just sickeningly jealous. I wanted you to say those things to me. Not him.”

Silence. Your eyes met.

“So, I’m sorry for snapping at you. And I’m sorry for walking away,” Robin finished, looking sheepishly at her feet.

You were shocked. You didn’t know there were other people in Hawkins like you, let alone that it was the object of your affections. You hardly even knew what to say, still reeling from Robin’s announcement, still trying to come to terms that you were normal. You weren’t alone.

Rationally, you had known that. You knew queer people existed, heard about their existence on TV, in books. But seeing a living, breathing person in front of you who was the same. You were overjoyed.

That’s when you noticed Robin’s flush. Her eyes darted, in a way she probably thought was inconspicuous, between your exposed tits, your damp fingers clutching a pillow. Your face. You noticed the way she was shifting in place, as if to hit the perfect spot against the seam of her jeans. You turned it over in your head, deciding it was worth it.

“Rob?” you whispered, drawing her attention back to her eyes. “Do you want to know what I think about?”

Robin seemed to short-circuit. “Um… I mean, I guess I don’t really… If you’re offering—”

You cut her off with a reassuring smile. “You.”

Her eyes widened, almost comically. You trailed your hands back down your body.

“You, and that gorgeous fucking smile. The way your whole face lights up. How it feels when we touch, like electricity running through a wire. How during movie nights when we share a blanket, all I can focus on is how it might feel to touch you beneath the blanket, how quiet I would have to keep you while I fingered you senseless.”

Robin let out a choked gasp, mesmerized as you dipped your fingers through your core, soft, wet noises filling the room. She seemed rooted in her spot, unsure what to do as her face reddened and she unknowingly wiggled in place.

“Lay down?” you pleaded, breath heavy as your fingertips lightly circled your clit.

Robin hesitated. “Like…?”

You nodded, a whimper escaping you as you imagined Robin laid out next to you, touching herself the same way you were.

Robin smiled. “Okay. Just a second.”

She sat up off the bed, wiggling out of her jeans and shedding her top, revealing no bra.

You moaned in earnest now, still taking it slow to allow Robin to catch up with you, but spurred on at the sight of her bare tits. Your mouth watered.

“Fuck, Rob,” you breathed as she climbed back on the bed, laying down next to you.

Robin let out a little whimper as she mirrored your actions, one hand tracing her boobs, catching at each nipple, and the other down, teasing her lower half.

This was every single one of your dreams come true. As your fingers began circling your clit in earnest, you turned your head to look at Robin. The real thing was so much better. It wasn’t overly dolled up, over staged, with fake-looking scenes, like the Playboy.

Instead, you watched Robin, her full tits spilling over her sides, jiggling deliciously with every vigorous move her arms made. You watched her chest heave, sweat bead on her forehead as both of your paces picked up. She ground herself down on her palm, letting out a full-bodied moan as she slipped her middle finger inside herself. You were mesmerized, more turned on that you’d ever been in your life, giddy that this could even happen.

Robin’s head turned to meet yours, and you saw her give you the same thorough looking-over you gave her.

“Am I dreaming?” she sighed, eyes slipping shut as her hands gained speed.

“God, I hope not,” you replied, the coil tightening in your belly as Robin’s face screwed up with pleasure.

“I—God, (Y/N)... I think about you, too,” Robin whines, her eyes opening to drink you in again.

You couldn’t look away. Robin’s face, flushed and freckled, was all you wanted to see for the rest of your life. Fuck, she was so pretty, forehead increasingly shiny, hair mussed from exertion. Your heart felt so full looking at her, and you could hardly contain the words as they spilled out of your mouth.

“Kiss me, please.”

Robin smiled lazily, turning her head the extra few inches it took to meet you in the middle.

The second your lips met, it felt like puzzle pieces falling into place. You knew it was corny, but that was all you could think as her plush lips met yours. You sighed into her mouth, holding her lips with your own like your life depended on it.

Robin moaned breathily into your mouth, and you took the opportunity to run your tongue across her bottom lip. She tasted like her Lip Smackers and something so uniquely her. You could have sat there all day, drinking in the miracle that was Robin Buckley, but there was a more pressing matter at hand.

“(Y/N), I’m close,” Robin whimpered, mumbling against your lips. Both your hands were unrelenting, elbows and forearms knocking against each other. You rubbed at your clit hard, circling tightly while your other hand thrusted shallowly inside you. Every part of your body felt like a live wire, only accentuated by the intoxicating slide of Robin’s lips against your own. The coil in your body tightened violently, threatening to snap. You panted.

“Me, too,” you whispered. “Come for me, Robin, please, I need to see you.”

When your lips met again, Robin came with a high keen and a full-body shudder, calling your name hoarsely and biting down on your bottom lip almost painfully as she worked herself through it. You thought you might die, feeling Robin writhe against you, kissing you like it was a life-saving antidote.

That was all it took for you to fall over the edge, too, hips rolling in the air as your nerve endings were set alight, a world-shattering orgasm ripping through you uninhibited. Robin’s lips against yours were the only anchor to the world you had.

As you both came down, panting, you grabbed Robin’s sticky hand with your own.

“Gross,” she said, with a goofy smile and no real vitriol.

You turned, giggling as you dropped your head onto her shoulder.

“Mmmm,” you sighed, sated. “I don’t ever want to let go of you.”

Robin kissed your head sweetly. “So don’t.”

You smiled against her, stomach fluttering with the world’s entire butterfly population.

“Sounds like a deal, Buckley.”

[powderblueblood]

You know what's just burrowed into my head? given how often poor Camilla was forced to say the word daddy on that show it made me picture lacy saying it to Eddie but in that I'm clearly making fun of you, I'm not into that stuff kind of way but he's our beloved pervy loserboy so of course he short circuits over it anyway. I hope she finds out just how much of a perv he can be now that they've done the do. I mean the whole thing with her pen in the very first chapter? and the shower scene when she had to stay over? I would love to know how she'd react

18+ MINORS DNI i accidentally went crazy on this? god bless you anon happy valentines day

l i t erally she is shoving eddie out the door of the newspaper room after a heavy makeout session where she's got him all wound up and whining on purpose, sing-songing something like, "c'mon, hurry up! everyone in the drama room is gonna be looking around that dungeon, wondering where-oh-where is daddy?"

and eddie just shoves himself between the jamb and the closing door (painfully, for a multitude of reasons) (reasons pertaining to his cock) and hits lacy with the prey animal stare.

"huh? come again?" you'd like that wouldn't you badum tsss etc

but lacy like, knows and like, eats it right up, the way she draws out every syllable with a dirty little mockery of a snarl.

"better run along now, da-a-addy."

eddie manages to wrangle her in for one last kiss, stomach all butterflies and dick all cardiac arrest, "i'm gonna get you for that," and lacy's squealing into his ear, "and your little kitty too! shit! evil!"

"first and last time you'll ever hear it, i guarantee you!" liar!

but, evil actually comes in the form of lacy lifting a pair of her panties from the glovebox of the van later that night.

"hello? have you been doing my laundry or what?"

eddie gets a laceful in the face as she flings them at him. immediate snow white blush on his cheeks, this guy, because he's still toeing the line of being a little bit of a pervert with her. testing the waters. though, she had perched in his lap and watched him jerk off the other day, after specifically asking to which naturally made him cum neatly under the runtime of zeppelin's dazed and confused.

i wanna see how you do it. how do you touch yourself when you're thinking about me?

and she'd been all sweet, tits out and skirt on, running her hand up his chest as he pumped his cock in his fist (he hadn't been allowed to touch her), telling him how pretty he was, how much she liked watching him make himself feel good. eyes never leaving him. studying him like SAT prep. not putting as much as a fingertip on herself, but squirming against his thigh.

this is about me, he realized, heart warming, dick throbbing. she wants to make it about me.

eddie had cum, and had possibly narrowly avoided a hemorrhage of the brain due to how fucking hot that was, and was soon springing to back to life in lacy's palm. she had that effect on him; just when he thought he was spent, boom, he is risen.

he needed a solid fifteen minutes to process the aftershocks after she rode him til both their eyes were streaming, lacy stroking his hair and pretending like she wasn't trembling as much as he was.

if that girl isn't careful. he swears to god. wedding bells. big 'uns.

but. anyway. panties. panties he had been actively using as a gag when he jerked off on the rare occasions she couldn't come meet him. sure. whatever.

"you must've left 'em here!" eddie shrugs (wide-eyed, beautiful, you know the vibes), tossing them back at her, to which lacy rolled her fanned-out mascara'd eyes.

"and walked around commando? when have you ever known me to do that, smartass?"

true. she liked making him take off her panties with his teeth too much, and he liked watching the way she slid them back on. that little jump she did that made her ass shake.

which could be a part of the whole stuffing them in his mouth thing. listen, he didn't have time to ruminate on it.

guilty as all hell, he shrugs again, slapping his hands on the wheel. but eddie's heart is like, hammering. was that a step too far? nabbing her panties out of her room the last time he'd snuck in there?

there's this silence in the van for a couple beats that he hates, even though lacy resumes looking for a tape in the glovebox she's probably never gonna find.

"you know," she goes, eyes downcast, "if you wanted to borrow a pair, you could've just asked."

a stutter in the air. she knows just how to make his record scratch.

"whassat now?" eddie leans in, gripping the steering wheel for dear life.

"you heard me," and her mercurial eyes flash at him, gaze drawing down his body in that way that makes him sure he knows what it's like to do heroin without ever having tried it.

"just, tell me if you ever wanna try 'em on," lacy smiles, and eddie smiles, and eddie also dies somewhat, "i wanna see how cute you look when you're hard in them."

and look, we haven't even begun to think about lacy's reaction the first time he jokingly calls her mommy.

[familyvideostevie]

A top gun anon (again - hi I’m obsessed).

If you’re taking rooster requests I’ll probably love ANYTHING you write but like, sick fic rooster? Or idk even cocky enemies-to-lovers rooster is the vibe.

But seriously, anything. 💕

hi! thank you for being so patient, i know you sent this ages ago! i went with bradley taking care of you when you're sick <3 | fem!reader, sick fic, fluff, 1.2k

"Did you feel sick when you woke up?" Bradley's voice is crackly over the phone. Reception on the base is touch and go, so you're lucky to have gotten through to him at all.

"No," you mutter. "Well, not really. Not enough to do anything about it."

It's mostly true. When your boyfriend had gotten up at his usual 4am hour for a run before heading to work to teach cocky young aviators how to fly million-dollar hunks of metal, you'd felt fine. Tired, obviously, but used to accepting his kiss goodbye and going back to sleep. The faint ache at your temple hadn't registered until you'd woken up only an hour later, the sun barely in the sky, to a full-blown headache. And after that came chills, nausea, and a low fever. 

"Do you want me to come home early?" Bradley asks. You pull your phone away from your face and squint at it. It's only 1pm and you know he's meant to teach until at least 5. But you're feeling pretty sorry for yourself in your nest of blankets and your growing pile of tissues and you want him to hold you.

"No need," you say. You can handle a few more hours. "I called to ask you to pick up some stuff on your way home though, if you don't mind."

He scoffs and you can practically hear the exasperated raise of his eyebrows. "If I don't mind. That fever really has messed with your head, huh?" There's a shuffling sound, like he's moving the phone to his other ear. "I'll get all the good stuff," he tells you. "Top shelf flu medicine and soup and Gatorade and anything else you want. Any special requests?"

You shut your eyes and feel the bridge of your nose start to sting. You've been together long enough that it shouldn't get to you -- the ease of Bradley's love. The way he does things above and beyond for you from the simplest of tasks to big romantic gestures. It makes your heart constrict in your chest and you want more than anything to hold him right now. 

"No," you say thickly. "Just you, Bradley." He sighs over the phone. It sounds like longing. 

"Okay, sweetheart," he says, voice softer. "You took something, right? Like, Tylenol, or --"

"Yeah," you tell him, sniffling a little and hoping he doesn't hear it. "Yeah, I'm in bed under like, every blanket in the house and I took some with a piece of toast about an hour ago."

Someone calls Bradley's callsign in the background. He ignores it. "Go to sleep or something and I'll be home when you wake up, yeah?" You hear Rooster! again.

"Get back to work, Lieutenant," you whisper. He laughs. "Love you," you add.

"Love you back," he says immediately. "Get some rest, sick girl."

You do as he says, curling under the blankets and doing your best to doze. It seems to work, since your eyes pop open who knows how long later to the sound of the front door closing. You blink blearily and feel your head pounding, still. You're hot instead of cold which means your fever hasn't budged and you feel disgusting. Maybe Bradley will draw you a bath if you ask. 

Speaking of -- either you're being robbed or your boyfriend is home. The covers seem to have eaten your phone but you fish it out and check the time -- only 3pm. You've only been asleep for a little while and he's home way too early, so you roll yourself out of bed with a groan, taking a blanket with you even though you're sweating a little. 

Bradley is in the kitchen unloading two stuffed bags, his back to you. You watch him pull out soups from your favorite deli, far too many bottles of your favorite flavor of Gatorade, and an entire pharmacy's worth of cold and flu meds.

"Did you buy the whole store?" you say, voice scratchy from sleep. You sound sick to your own ears. Your boyfriend whips around and his shoulders loosen at the sight of you, though his brows are drawn tight with concern. 

"Should you be out of bed?" he scolds, though his arms reach for you as he does. "C'mere." You shuffle into his space and he gently rests one hand on your cheek and presses the back of the other to your forehead. "Still hot," he mutters.

"I'm always hot," you tease, though it comes out halfhearted as you're hit with another round of shivers. Bradley smirks but his brows don't unfurl. "You're home early."

He strokes the skin below your eye before turning back to the counter to put his purchases away. He doesn't have to be in uniform to teach, but he wore it today, so he must have had some meetings. Even in your sick state, you admire how handsome he is. "Couldn't leave you home sick all alone, could I?" he says. You amble over to the kitchen stools and plop into one before you fall over. Your head is still pounding.

"You could have," you tell him. He leaves out one Gatorade, a dose of cold and flu medicine, and a container of soup.

"I'll rephrase," he says. "I missed you and I wanted to come home to take care of you." The bridge of your nose starts to burn again. You close your eyes. It feels silly to be so overwhelmed but you can't help it. Everything hurts and you're feeling sorry for yourself and you have the most perfect man in the world ready and willing to take care of you. It's basic, expected behavior from someone who loves you but it never ceases to feel like a miracle. 

"I'm glad you're home," you whisper. You hear Bradley walk towards you, feel him slide next to your stool. You open your eyes to find him close, looking at you with tenderness and fondness and concern all wrapped in one. "I feel like shit," you say, laughing a little wetly. 

"My poor baby," Bradley sighs. You twist in your seat and reach for him, blanketed arms winding around his waist as he pulls you to him, face pressed into his chest and his arms looping around your shoulders. He strokes your hair and you cringe to think about how it's kind of dirty. But you don't linger on it and instead breathe him in -- he smells like oil, desert wind, and cologne. He smells like home.

"Here's what I'm thinking," he says. "I run you a bath and you soak while the soup heats up and I change the sheets and then we get some meds and liquids in you. And then we can get in bed and watch a movie, or something."

"Okay," you say into his shirt. You pull away to look up at him. "That sounds nice." Bradley smiles at you and cups your cheek, bringing his face down for a kiss. You press a palm to his mouth. "You'll get sick," you chide.

He kisses your hand before drawing it away. "I've got an immune system of steel. And if I do, you'll just take care of me." It's not a question, it's not a joke. It's just a fact and you both know it. You take care of each other. 

"Okay," you say softly, before pressing your lips to his. It's a chaste kiss but it's a familiar one. It's I'm here, I'm home. It's you're safe, you're going to be okay. It's I love you.

"Bath," Bradley mumbles against your mouth. "Let's go, sick girl."

thank you for reading <3 reblog, send feedback, masterlist here!

[sunflowersteves]

I AM THE ANON WHO REQUESTED THE TICS HCS AND I LOVED OMG! It was so cute and accurate baby, it's honestly the best 🥹❤️‍🔥 thank you so so much for that, really, it made my day. people often get annoyed with me, so that hc was so so good to read, i was smiling at my phone ngl. would you mind doing one for steve too?

IM SO GLAD YOU LOVE IT BABY!!!!! well, I’m gonna beat them up for u bc they shouldn’t be annoyed by your stims!!! you should be able to have stims and be you!! thank you my sweet angel! also found out from a reply that it’s called stimming! I hope you enjoy Stevie :)

join my sleepover <3

i feel like Steve would notice immediately

like before you ever started dating

he’s very attentive and observant even if he is a himbo

he’d always had an idea that you were stimming but he didn’t want to push any boundaries with you

so when you started dating, he would rlly pay attention to them

and holy fuck, he loved you so much and you were so cute

you’d just start clapping, dead silence in the room, and everyone turned to you

to be fair, you were in a library and so the librarians had shushed you aggressively

but you couldn’t help it!

you had no control over what your stims were

before you could feel embarrassed, Steve started to do the same thing

eventually, the librarians had to ask you to leave

he grumbled, “they can’t kick us out like that!”

“Steve, it’s a library—”

“Yeah, well, it was too quiet anyway” he’d huff and puff

he would literally always come to your defense though

it doesn’t matter when or where

that boy is fighting anyone who dares to get annoyed at his baby

would he win? to be honest, it’s a 50/50 chance but we all know Steve would jump into a fight

he’d bring you a bunch of things to fidget with

just in case you needed to fiddle with something

this man, the certified babysitter, is always prepared

he even tried to make kinetic sand but he absolutely ruined it

he doesn’t even know how

but still, the thought is there!! he wants to give his baby absolutely anything you want

he secretly enjoys it when you start to bite him

call him crazy, but he finds it hot when you’re just casually out to dinner talking and then you bite his shoulder

woah, he got red

he could fell the teeth marks on your shoulder and your shy expression

well, fuck!!! you’re just so cute!!!!

he couldn’t even tell the waiter his order because he was just stuttering away

he doesn’t know why but it’s the cutest thing in the world

you would always apologize

“I’m sorry, stevie.” and you’d wipe your sleeve on the bite mark

He’d press a kiss to your cheek, “never apologize, baby. okay?”

no, yeah, he wanted you to do it again

and then you did!! you bit his hand

and he thinks he died. his heart actually stopped.

rip steve harrington 1986

his favorite stim though was when you twirled his hair

normally, he hated when people touched his perfect hair

he spent a damn good time on his hair in the mornings so no one could ruin it

well, except you

you got that itch in your head and his hair that was on your lap was just drawing you in

so you twirled away, sometimes pulling

he swore your hands were magic because in two minutes he was sound asleep

he was knocked tf out by your hair twirling

he’d always snuggle closer and mumble little “I love you’s” to you

now it was time for your funeral bc this man was doing that in his sleep!!!

you press a kiss to his forehead, “I love you too, stevie.”

[valkyrayn]

breeding kink anon here 👉🏻👈🏻🥴 just came out of my shell to say aaah tysm for answering my ask and also if im a lil too blunt excuse me as i am recovering from a crazy night out so i may just speak my horny thoughts openly 🤭

I really liked the wholesome twist you gave to each of the men's answers and lowk marius' one almost had me feeling tears bc i feel for this man TAKE THAT AS A COMPLIMENT PLS. Luke was spicy and Artem and Vyn were cute, all were *chef's kiss* thank you for the brainrot. i've tired myself out of most of the good smuts so this was a delicious treat 😩 been reading you for a bit of time basically ever since you started the blog on here and I always look forward to your posts whether it be answering anons or writing <3 I think i read that you've been having a rough few weeks so I hope you feel better soon and have been taking care 🥺

on a side note tho, marius is totally nasty like that- and if ppl tell me he hasn't at least tried to draw you nude or in debauched positions/clothing, dress u up in cute custom lingerie designed by himself, or fucked you in his art studio imma think they lying (on top of office sex ofc), or basically tried to on every surface in the von Hagen estate. i almost feel bad for his butler and vincent. 🥵 bet he would make it a challenge for you to keep his cum inside you as you go about your day when ur hanging around his home on both your days off, wearing one of his shirts and if he notices any leaking down your legs or panties he will not hesitate to either push it back in with his fingers or pump you full again~ despite whatever you may have been pre-occupied with at that current moment, just you being filled with his seed makes him feral.

p.s. I plan on sticking around for some time and idk if you give out anons emojis bc my brain fuzzy rn and i can't quite recall 💀 but if you do I don't mind being assigned one related to alcohol or your choice hehe.

anon you’re so sweet!! i had to take a while just to think of how to respond to such a nice message 🥺 i appreciate you so much! my week is better this time around! i hope you’ll have great weeks ahead too anon, you deserve it 💜

now back to horny. what if i tell you (cn server spoiler) that that is canon now 👀 they implied it 👀 maybe not as filthy as we’d think but i mean, i’d like to believe so lmfao. but also yes! he’s the kind of man who will definitely fuck you everywhere and anywhere — as long as there’s a flat surface, he’ll definitely fuck you on it 🧎🏻‍♀️

and omghdhshshhs not that making me crazy horny. after a whole night of just sex over and over again, you can barely feel your legs but you get up from bed anyway to go make yourself a cup of coffee. he comes up behind you and hugs you from the back before slowly, sliding his hand down to your cunt. he pulls your folds open with his fingers and shoves his middle finger inside your hole. it’s hot, wet and laced with his cum from last night. he pushes in deeper, letting the semen leak and slide down his finger. you arch your back at the sensation, a soft moan leaving your lips.

“jiejie, you’re so full—look at you, dripping all over my fingers.” he then pulls out and shows you his fingers, coated with both your combined fluids. he slowly pushes them past your lips and you lick them clean. you’re so turned on, it hurts. you need him inside you. and he knows this. “i wanna fill you up again…”

he pulls down his briefs and shoves his hardened cock inside you. and fuck does he stretch you full, you’ll never get used to his size. you’re always just so tight around him and it takes all of him not to cum right away. he fucks you against the counter, grabbing onto your hips and ass. wrapping his fingers around your neck and pulling you against him as he fucks your rough and fast. you swear you can feel the fluids sloshing inside you from how wet everything is. and it’s only going to get messier.

“marius—please! want more…”

“i know baby. i’ll give you what you want. i know you want me to pump another load inside you…fill you up again…so you can feel all hot and full inside…”

your walls tighten at his words and soon you’re gushing around him. you coat his cock with your fluids, your body trembling against him as you orgasm over and over again. he moans your name and slams harder inside you, and he’s so deep you can almost feel your heart stop. “oh fuck such a good girl—i’m gonna—ah”

nothing will ever beat the sensation of having marius shoot his cum inside you. it’s so hot and the load is almost always huge, thanks to him being young and full of testosterone. he fills you up so full and now you’re left with a messier cunt than it was just minutes ago. he holds you against him and despite still being plugged inside you, you can still feel his semen overflow and leak out of you and onto the floor. you make a mental note to clean that mess before he gets poor vincent to do it.

i feel like i still have a lot of horny in my system after that omg this man will be the death of me. also thank you for such a delicious spicy brainrot anon. and i’m giving you the 🍷 emoji cus i love wine!

[winchester-books]

Damage Control

Based On: Outer Banks

Characters: Rafe x Reader, Sarah, Topper, Ward

Warnings: language

Word Count: 1.3 k 

Request (anon): Heyyyy! Your writing is so good tbh! I love it so much, I was wondering if I could make a request: reader being invited as Sarah date (only as friends) to a business party organized by ward. and rafe getting too drunk and puking at the party. Reader took care of him and after he made a scene. And him being hungover and throwing up in the morning and thanking her for taking care of him (girlfriend yet or no is your choice) 💕💕

thank you for the request ! hope you enjoy :))

You clasped the necklace around your neck, tucking some of your hair behind your ears before turning around to face Sarah with a grin. "How do I look?" 

She secured the back of her earring and then turned away from the mirror to get a good look at you, "Great- as always,"

"We look hot." You agreed, slipping on your shoes and grabbing your small purse, "You ready?"

Sarah hummed in agreement, putting her shoes on as well, "Thanks again, Y/N. I feel bad dragging you to this boring thing, but I may have actually died if I had to do it alone,"

"It's no problem Sarah," you shrugged, "I mean free drinks and an excuse to get dressed up. How could I say no?" You smiled, "Who knows, maybe it'll even be fun,"

-

You and Sarah climbed out of the Uber, sharing a look of awe at the venue. You had been to a few of Ward's "business meetings" before, but he had really outdone himself this time. 

Sarah linked her arm through yours, and the two of you headed inside, greeted by two people in tuxes at the front.

"Sarah! Y/N!" Ward waved the two of you over to him and a group of men in suits around him. "These are the two young ladies I was telling you about," he announced as you made your way over to him, "Sarah, my daughter," Ward wrapped an arm around her shoulder as he introduced her, "And this is Y/N, she's Matt Y/L/N's daughter- he's the one who just got into the housing development deal with me,"

You and Sarah smiled politely, tuning the men out because you were both more interested in finding a drink than how these middle-aged men planned to make a fortune from their upcoming business endeavors. 

"Y/N, let's go find some food," Sarah suggested, squeezing your arm slightly, "Nice to meet you all! See you later, Dad,"

You nodded with a smile, giving a slight wave to the men you had just been introduced to before walking off with Sarah.

"God," she groaned under her breath the moment you were out of earshot, "They are so boring,"

"I don't know how they even manage to have conversations with each other," You agreed, "I feel like they are only capable of talking about themselves."

"That's for sure," Sarah nodded, quickly changing the subject when she spotted the bar set up, "Looks like we found the drinks," She said with a grin.

That's when you spotted Rafe, "Looks like someone else found the drinks first," you muttered, nodding toward the blonde boy. 

He looked terrible. His face was pale, and he was barely standing- holding himself up with support from a chair for what looked like dear life. You watched as Topper approached him with a bottle of water, saying something and trying to hand it to him. Whatever Topper had said, Rafe was not happy about it. Rafe shoved a finger in Topper's direction before swatting the water out of his hands and onto the floor. 

"Dammit," Sarah groaned, watching her brother draw attention to himself in his intoxicated state, "My dad's gonna be so pissed,"

You and Sarah quickly walked over to Rafe, trying to do damage control as best you could before Ward noticed. 

"Look man, I'm just trying to help," Topper said defensively, taking a step back from him, "You're wasted right now,"

"I.." Rafe shoved a finger into Topper's chest, stumbling forward slightly, "I am not even drunk." He finished, his words coming out in a slur. 

"Rafe!" Sarah snapped, "What the hell are you doing? You're gonna embarrass Dad! These are people he's trying to network with-"

"Oh, shut it Sarah," Rafe turned his head toward her, waving her away, "Sorry I'm not Dad's golden child like you,"

Sarah rolled her eyes at her brother's nonsense. 

"Rafe, come on, we need to get you out of here," You reached your hand out to him, but he didn't take it, "How much have you had to drink?" 

Rafe's eyes met yours and softened from the glare he had just been giving Sarah, "I'm fine- really, I'm not that bad. S-Sorry, I didn't mean to cause a scene,"

"Rafe, you look awful." Sarah deadpanned, "Y/N's right, you need to get out of here,"

"No, seriously," Rafe waved the two of you off again, "Really, I'm okay,"

Sarah glared at him, not having it, "Rafe, we don't have time for this. Let's just get you out of here before Dad sees you. You look like you're going to-" Sarah stopped, mouth gaping at Rafe, who was now doubled over, throwing up all over her shoes, "Oh. My. God."

You covered your mouth, half tempted to laugh and half tempted to vomit yourself. You and Sarah stood frozen in shock as Rafe coughed up the rest, lazily wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he slowly stood up straight again. 

"Sorry," he mumbled, "I- I think Y/N's right. I need to get out of here," 

Sarah looked like she was about to explode at her brother, but you noticed the crowd of horrified faces and whispers starting to form at the scene Rafe had caused. You needed to get him out of there- and fast. 

Topper wrapped his arm around Sarah and mentioned something about helping her find new shoes, leaving you with Rafe. 

"Come on Rafe," you put an arm around his waist and tried to support him as best you could, "I'll take you home,"

Rafe swayed a little as you walked but stayed stable enough as you led him through the party and toward the exit. 

"Rafe?" 

You winced, hearing Ward yelling out his son's name, knowing he would be far from happy. 

Rafe's head turned to the side at the sound of his name being called, "Oh shit- it's my dad,"

"Let's just go," you said, picking up speed, "I'll take you to my place. You can deal with him tomorrow." You finally made it out to the street, relaxing a little knowing that Ward wouldn't follow you and Rafe this far. "How about you just sit down for a sec," You helped Rafe to the curb, "I'm going to get us an Uber," You pulled out your phone and took a seat next to Rafe. 

"Y/N?" Rafe slurred, running a hand through his messy blonde hair as he spoke.

"Hmm?" You hummed, not looking up from your phone. 

"Thank you."

You looked up at that, laughing slightly.

"What?" Rafe asked, glaring at you from the corner of his eye, "What's so funny?"

You grinned, "Did you really just say thank you? Never in my life have I heard Rafe Cameron say 'thank you' for something,"

He rolled his eyes, "Shut up," he leaned to the side, resting his head on your shoulder. 

Your stomach did a flip at his touch. You and Rafe sat in comfortable silence for a few moments. 

"Y/N?" he said again, turning slightly to look at you, "I have to say something."

You stared at him, waiting for him to say whatever was on his mind.

"I like you," He blurted out.

Your heart skipped a beat, never expecting him to have said that, "You're drunk," you finally said, deciding to laugh it off. 

"No," Rafe started, "Well yeah- but I know what I'm saying. I like you," he repeated, rubbing the back of his neck and shifting his gaze to the ground now. 

You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, suddenly nervous. Rafe didn't push you to respond, but you knew that he was anxiously waiting for you to say something- anything.

"I like you too, Rafe," you finally admitted. You bit the inside of your cheek, your words hanging in the air as you waited for him to respond. 

"Wait," Rafe was looking at you now, eyes wide, "Are you being serious?"

You stifled a laugh, shaking your head, "Yes. Yes, Rafe. Of course, I'm serious."

He grinned, leaning his head back against your shoulder, "I think I'm gonna stop talking because I don't want to embarrass myself anymore tonight,"

You laughed softly at his words, laying your head on top of his.

"But I wanna talk about this tomorrow," he continued, "I could take you on a real date- I promise I won't be as embarrassing as I was tonight,"

You wrapped an arm around his shoulder, "As long as you promise not to puke on my shoes, we can go wherever you want,"

Rafe groaned at your joke, mortified, "Please, please just pretend that didn't happen,"

"Oh, I'm never gonna let you forget it," you said with a grin, pulling him closer and placing a kiss on the top of his head.

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[bluiex]

howdy i had a dream about vampires and mumscarian so behold the ramblings of my drowsy brain. i've also gotten distracted like seven times trying to write this lmao boatem as vampire hunters but scar gets turned (because of course he does) and the group is torn between team 'well-he's-a-vampire-now-we-gotta-kill-him' (impulse and pearl) and team 'how-about-we-don't-do-that?' (mumbo and grian) mumbo's got a spine like a wet noodle though so he flip flops between both groups. grian puts up a front of wanting to kill scar but every time the two come face to face he seems to always miss when it counts the most.

it doesn't help that scar's fully embraced the aesthetic and is like 20% hotter with the fangs along.

the two do a lot of flirt-fighting, grian insistent that he can take on scar by himself only to come back battered and even more determined to "handle" scar on his own.

everything boils over when grian's has scar pinned to the floor, sliver chains on his wrists to keep the vampire down, stake poised over his heart, and he just can't kill him. scar does his best to convince grian that he doesn't need to do this, that he can just let scar get away yet again, and grian quietly confesses that he doesn't want to let scar go.

he misses when they were on the same side, and his heart's split in two.

dropping the smug facade, scar bares his heart in return, that he hasn't been attacking humans, he hasn't hurt a living soul, that just because he was turned he wasn't suddenly a completely new person.

"i might be a vampire, but that doesn't make me a monster."

grian caves and lets scar go, but not before making a small side comment about enjoying their chasing game, but that it has to end sooner rather than later.

the two find each other yet again, but it's different, grian's not geared up for one, his only defense a silver cross at his neck, he's slower, he's not putting up a real fight. and he's grinning the whole time.

scar gets grian pinned up to a wall, eyeing up the chain with an annoyed grumble. a contingency plan, grian explains, flushed and breathing heavy.

grian makes scar promise that if he's turned, he'll still be good. it's that blurry line between monsters and humanity, and he promises.

grian yanks off the chain in one clean snap, when they're interrupted by mumbo, silver knife out and ready. he's already lost scar, he wasn't going to lose grian too. mumbo tells scar to stop controlling grian, because surely that was the only reason grian hadn't killed scar yet.

but grian holds up the chain in clear view, and lets it fall. with an open hand he asks mumbo to come with them, that they can all be together again, no more fighting, to run away and live the rest of eternity happily.

grian can feel scar getting impatient, the vampire's breath hot against his neck, fangs lightly pressed to his skin, and he pleads with mumbo to come with him.

mumbo hesitates, and in the distance, pearl could be heard shouting, her voice drawing near. he turns back, and looks down at his knife.

scar didn't want to fight him, and neither did grian. but pearl did.

he steps close, picking up the chain, and for a moment he really considered the offer. but a pair of footsteps grew close, and mumbo pocketed the chain, rushing back down the alley. "i'll cover for you." grian opens his mouth to beg again, but scar's bloodlust had reached its peak, and he sinks his fangs into grian's neck. he lets out a shrill scream, and the last thing grian sees is mumbo warding off two shadowy figures, being carried away in scar's arms. grian wakes up with a vial of blood pressed against his lips, and drinks greedily, curled up into scar's side. "we'll get him," scar reassures him. "we'll bring him home." tl;dr two vampires and their human boyfriend try not to die hope u enjoy like halfway thru this ask basically turned into a fic in it of itself - ☾ anon (im new here :D )

WHY CANT I HAVE DREAMS LIKE THIS BRUH

this is such a great idea too. Scar getting turned then force to run from them </3 Grian can't bring it in him to kill Scar cuz LOVE and Mumbo so on the fence.. waaah theres so much angst potential before Grian decides to be with Scar forever amazing amazing, i love this crescent moon anon- sososo much <3 the little ficlet itself is amazingly written too aaaaa

[draxumain]

Hello! I was wondering if I could have a demon slayer match up please?

I'm 18, so only characters 18 and up please!

I'm nonbinary

Two of my favorite characters are Akaza and Rengoku (ironic Ik lol)

I don't care about the gender of the match up, so go wild!

Onto the way I look/am I guess!

I have short brown hair and brown eyes. I wear glasses. I'm plus sized and I tend to wear clothes that are more comfy/practical then trendy but I do still like to wear cute stuff, I have two tattoos at the moment and plan on getting more.

My personality is just a clusterfuck of my mental illnesses and whatever I'm hyperfixated on at that point. It's hard to pin point really.. but I think I'm empathetic, I do tend to get angry very easily, I get anxious pretty often to. I have a phobia of bugs to the point of tactile hallucinations (feeling things that aren't there, like bugs crawling on me). I get discouraged easily, and don't have much confidence in myself and I'm afraid of messing things up alot.

I love dancing and drawing but have been in a mental/creative block for both for quite awhile and it sucks

I love food (especially strawberries!), music, plushies and my comfort shows (bluey (shut up), Steven universe and the owl house)

I hate loud, especially sudden, noises, being hot (I overheat very easy), and people telling me what to do (not in a "I'm better then you" way in a "well I WAS gonna do that thing but now I don't want to and physically can't" way)

I also have ADHD inattentive type, depression, and anxiety (and quite possibly some other undiagnosed things too) if that helps!

Thank you for reading this and please take your time, there's no rush! (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)✿

Hi anon! Thanks for requesting I hope you're doing well <3 Heres your matchup! Apologies it's not proofread 🙇🏾‍♀️

For your match up im paring you up with...

Yushiro Yamamoto

Yushiro will 100% be your #1 supporter and fan, no matter what is is you need or want no matter you've done for life in general or just today, he will attend your needs and fully reach your expectations and even beyond.

This man is your hype man! He'll elevate you and praise you every second of the day. It's your insecurities battling against him on the daily, your insecurities are his biggest enemy.

He's so persistent in showing you how much he adores you as sees you as a deity, he'll show his affection in every way shape and form just so it'll get drilled into your head.

Poems, compliments, acts of service, physical touch, making food for you he'll do anything to make sure you know how much he loves you.

To him you'll always be a beaming light within a crowd, he worships the ground you walk on; every part, inch and hair on you is utter perfection your being alone is the reason he thinks god exists, only a deity could carve such a perfect beauty.

Yushiro loves hearing about your new hyperfixations, well to be honest he loves all of you so truly he does not care how much they change. Talk about it all you want, show off cool stuff you made and found about the topic he will listen to every word and remember it all like his life depends on it. Not a single word of yours will be forgotten. Just so, later on he can talk proudly about the topic and you praise him for it.

He wants nothing more then your love and approval, please give it to him.

Your relationship is basically you being expensive fine China and he's a big ol' bubble wrap, wrapping you up again and again.

He's on his toes around you, literally he's on his toes. He doesn't necessarily have a natural eof being quiet however, nor is he loud he's just easy to voice his very... VERY harsh opnions, announce himself loudly when he sees you and can get quite loud when excited and wants to show you something.

So when he learns you prefer it quiet, bros as quiet as a mouse.

It's actually a little scary at first, he'll just spawn next to you without sound and it scares the living shit out of you.

Just tell him and he'll continue to be quiet but in a not so creepy way by lightly knocking before entering the room and keeping his voice to a minimum.

Don't be afraid to tell him what you want, this man's life purpose is to attend to you knees he wants to be told what to do by you and do those things. He adores you and will bend over backwards just to see you happy.

Suddenly craving food? He'll buy you a whole restaurant, you've been eyeing a new plushy? He'll get you it + a bunch of different styled once with the same design concept.

He doesn't understand human entertainment so he doesn't seem to understand what's enjoyable about the human shows he likes but, he knows you like them so automatically he likes them and they're his favourite too, cause you're his favourite and he wants to be your favourite so, everything that's your favourite is  now his favourite.

You mentioned the shows you liked once, just saying it to say it and didn't think much of it but he took a mental note and binged watched it behind your back and FINISHED IT just so you guys can have something to talk about and relate too and, so you could be shocked and impressed he knew about it.

He pretends to be some huge fan and everything.

When you realise he's watched it, you get him to watch it with you again when you're in need of some comfort or just to watch it, you both come together entangled with each other in each others bodies under some blankets and plushies.

He can't help but think him deciding to watch the shows was his best idea ever.

100% worth it.

It's no doubt that no matter what, he'll always be there for you to support, cherish and love you. Until the end of times.

Her Lady's Notes:: I was heavily debating between him and Akaza now I've got the itch to write him so stay tuned for some Akaza Headcannons 🙊

──  ﹫ 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐘𝐒𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐌   ؛   𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗎𝗆𝖻𝗅𝗋

[sixstepsaway]

I also did fuck all today, so here's to Avoiding Responsibilities. Speaking of responsibilities, I finished that fic draft I was whining in your inbox about a while back. You made a great post about getting oneself to write, and I owe you thanks for it! So, thank you! Unfortunately I now view you as my lucky writing oracle, and I come to you again to consult you for your wisdom: do you have any favorite prose tips or resources? Of course the ultimate tip is "keep working at it until it sounds good" but I'm always on the prowl for the Secret Technique to make my description adequate. I'll, uh, write a couple hundred words of Izzy and daddy related content as an offering? If that's an incentive. -izzy's dd anon

Ooh, yes please on the content 👀

(although, with all seriousness: you don't have to offer anything up, I'm happy to help if I can)

Yesterday (or the day before? Time is fake, bruh) I was told by my lovely beta for my steddyhands fic (@darthameus): "Aaaa okay holy shit that was the best fic I’ve ever read for the blackhands pairing" and "I loved it so so much dude. You’re an absolutely incredible writer" which made me unreasonably happy but also makes me feel somewhat qualified to answer this, at least I hope.

To me, when I'm writing it's all about feel. So these are the things I try to feel out when I write:

Character

Tone

Voice

Rhythm

To break these down:

Character: I always write from a POV but in third person. I don't think I've ever done omniscient or anything like that, so my work is almost always third person limited, but I'm writing from inside someone's head. So even if I'm describing the room they're in, it's how they see it, rather than just how it is. Stepping into Stede's cabin for the first time, for example, an Edward POV would talk about the fine things and how awesome it all is. An Izzy POV would think it was a gross misuse of space and how much fucking satin do you need. If there's something the character wouldn't notice, it either has to be dragged to their attention by something else (Izzy notices a really nice sword, and that draws his attention to the pretty necklace beside it when it catches the light, he wouldn't have really paid it any attention otherwise) or someone else has to comment on it.

Everything has to fit the character, otherwise it's weird and jarring and out of place. I try to get in their heads and, I guess, body them a little. I am Izzy: what do I see? What do I feel? What do I think?

then i have to get back out again lmao

Character is the top thing that sets the tone for me, but...

Tone: If I'm writing a dark piece with danger and death, I'm not going to focus on the rising sun or the feel of soft satin, I'm going to hone more in on things to give a dark atmosphere. But, again, it depends on what Izzy might notice. So, if it's Izzy feeling dark, he might just describe the satin curtains blocking out the light, because that would feel dark to him.

Once you have the character and tone, there's my favorite...

Voice: I know not everyone can 'see' in their imagination? Like, some people have aphantasia and such and absolutely nothing when they try to imagine something. I don't know if that goes for imagining sound, too? I guess it probably does. But for me at least, when I absolutely nail a characterization, I can hear the voice in my head as I type or as I reread. I find that very telling and use it quite often to guide my characterization.

And finally:

Rhythm: I've been told in the past that my writing is lyrical, and I have literally never let that go because that is exactly how I want to write. One of the biggest tips I have ever read is to do with sentence and paragraph length. If you crush sixty short sentences into one paragraph, whatever is happening in that paragraph feels quick and full of action. If you eke those six sentences out, make them long and give them individual paragraphs, it makes everything feel like it's taking more time. So, a hot and heavy fuck or a fight scene might be six chunky paragraphs, but a slow seduction or a walk in the moonlight might be broken up into thirty short ones. On top of that, I use a lot of repetition in my work (you know, one of the big rules) because I find it sounds, as I said, lyrical, especially if used correctly.

Sometimes my repetition is solely because it's telling of a character (Izzy never refers to Stede as Stede in his own head in this fic, it is always Stede-Fucking-Bonnet), sometimes it's more because of rhythm. This is a bit from chapter 1 that shows what I mean about repetition and rhythm:

Izzy doesn’t get chance to bite back, either verbally or physically, before Edward is pulling away, removing his body from Izzy’s, leaving him in a deep state of mourning, donning the red robe once more and disappearing out of the cabin, leaving the little pot of flowery oil behind.

On the one hand, this leaves Izzy with a moment to catch his breath and really think about what he’s doing.

On the other hand, this leaves Izzy with time and silence to really think about what he’s doing.

Izzy is under no illusions that he’s a stand-in. He’s a replacement. When Edward is kissing him, it’s because he cannot kiss Stede-Fucking-Bonnet, who took off on him for fuck knows what reason, leaving Izzy to pick up the pieces of Edward’s shattered heart.

His shattered heart.

He hadn’t known. Izzy hadn’t known nor realized just how much Edward cared for Stede. He hadn’t realized until he’d had to crawl into a blanket fort to talk to him and had found Edward curled up, tear-stained and eating marmalade from a mostly-empty jar, miserable and torn apart by what Stede had done in abandoning him.

And he had; Stede-Fucking-Bonnet had abandoned Edward like he was yesterday’s dinner, just like a rich fucking toff would, the moment the dinner turned cold, while people like Izzy and Edward would scrape the plate clean in their hunger, appreciating every bite, no matter the temperature, no matter the damage, no matter if it was no longer perfect and freshly made, even if it had been chewed up and spat out already.

Like Edward.

Like Izzy.

They’ve been chewed up and spat out so many times in their lives, Izzy is surprised they can still call themselves people, rather than skeletons with human parts. He knows more about where Edward has been than anyone, but that doesn’t mean he knows everything about him, that’s perfectly clear now.

He didn’t know he’d lo— had affection for Stede-Fucking-Bonnet, not to the extent he clearly did. And he didn’t know that such a rough break, such a cruel, thoughtless act from Stede-Fucking-Bonnet, could bring Edward here and, more pertinently, could bring Izzy to Edward’s bed.

He is making a horrible mistake. Fuck.

What he should do is get up, get out of this stupid flowery bed, grab the shit that Edward was packing up having lived in a broken-hearted squalor for so long, and leave. He should go back to his cabin and not let this thing, whatever it is, happen.

He’s not a replacement for Stede-Fucking-Bonnet. He won’t be a replacement for Stede-Fucking-Bonnet. He’s watched Edward pine and mourn for days now and he knows, deep down, that this, this next development, is just another step on the chain of Edward’s recovery from Stede-Fucking-Bonnet.

Which, he supposes, is good? It’s good that Edward is getting over it. It’s good that Edward is moving forward and starting to clean up the place and leverage himself out of his dark hole of misery, but Edward getting (metaphorically) under Izzy to get over Stede-Fucking-Bonnet is not the way to do it.

And there’s the metaphorically part.

Hadn't known, hadn't known, hadn't realized - He's not a replacement, won't be a replacement - Like Izzy. Like Edward - On the one hand, on the other hand - Is good? It's good. It's good. etc etc

To me the repetition adds rhythm and tone to the piece, which is all I want out of my work really lmao

And my final, main point has to be: fuck the rules.

Lots of people toss all this writing advice around: show don't tell, don't repeat words or phrases, don't overuse quirky things like 'Stede-Fucking-Bonnet', don't be too on the nose about things, don't use adverbs, don't use filler words blah blah blah

Fuck all of the rules. Every last one. If you want to write something bland and disinteresting, divorced from all of what makes your writing your writing, stick to the rules. If you want to write something that sounds like you, your passion, your personality?

Fuck the rules.

Find your own tone, your own rhythm, find your own way of conveying your point and your feelings.

Reread your own work and find the pieces that make you go, "Oh, fuck I'm a good writer." Even if you're really down on yourself and that's only 100 words out of 100k. Even if it's less "Oh fuck" and more "Hey this ain't bad."

Find what sticks out to you and ask yourself: What makes this feel like me and what makes me go this is good? Is it the rhythm? Is it the tone? Is it the language use? Is it the emotions conveyed?

Once you figure those things out, it's a lot easier to let prose flow from your fingers and allow it to sound like you and be great.

I do not know if this answered your question, actually. Um, I hope it did?

Also, congrats on finishing the fic draft! I hope if you posted it, it got tonnes of feedback and kudos, and I hope even if you didn't post it that you enjoyed finishing it and are feeling very proud of yourself.

[sminiac]

hello! congrats on 400 followers, you deserve it a lot! <3 if requests are still open, can u pls write about piwon eating you out? thank u so much^^

also if it isnt taken, can i be 🦭 anon? :333

💌 — Ahhh thank you sm friend! It’s crazy isn’t it? You’re so sweet, of course you can, I’m so happy you’re here <33

Warnings — Smut focused, MDNI.

⋆ Y. Keeho

Teasing, a complete ass matter of fact. He likes licking and kissing at your folds, your legs forced apart by his arms that hook on the underside of your thighs, forcing the impatient shifting of your hips to a restrictive minimum so he can keep his eyes on your face as he only dips so far out of your sight. Loves the anxious feeling of having his tongue working you into your orgasm while the others are still home, mean when it comes to you letting out soft sounds but simultaneously does his best to work those exact sounds out of you. He’s probably had a handful of conversations with Intak while he replaces his tongue with his fingers, pumping into you whilst talking casually through the door like you aren’t on the verge of falling apart.

“Keep looking at me, need you to or I’ll stop. Say my name the way I like too, know how hard it makes me.”

⋆ C. Taeyang

Eager, jumping at your every word. He likes when you tug and pull gently at his hair, has him whimpering wetly against you as his tongue laves and flicks at your clit. He’s incredibly messy, unknowingly leaves a spot of drool under you when you’re finished, asking if it’s your mess or his- even though he’s a big drooler, so obviously it’s his but he genuinely can’t tell because he doesn’t remember. Such a puppy when it comes to you being needy, you’re wanting to leave to return back to his room so you can finally feel him again? He’s rushing you back as soon as he can. Loves when his place is empty because that means he can be a little hasty, this results in him having your legs spread for him in the hallway, one thrown over his shoulder the other haphazardly keeping you upright.

“Can you do that thing with your fingers in my hair? No, promise I won’t cum this time, just please-”

⋆ C. Jiung

Focused, incredibly skilled with his tongue. Unlike Keeho he’s very generous, he doesn’t hold himself back for the sake of making you whine and thrash, he gives you everything he is, spoils you rotten, in the bedroom and outside of it. Enjoys being wanted but also wants you to be loud, to be unbridled by your reluctant habits of being diluted in efforts to be favoured, because when he wants you he wants every ounce of you. Morning head is a favourite of his, loves the domestic act of tracing your skin with his fingers in areas no stranger would be able to, how even in your sleep you chase after the feeling of him, draws out your orgasm to indulge himself frequently, makes up for it by treating you to a yummy breakfast :b

“You’ll tell me when it’s too much? You’re sure you can get a word out this time princess?”

⋆ H. Intak

Dedicated, completely and utterly to pleasuring you. The type to challenge himself to see how many times he can get you to cum by his tongue only, sometimes he goes into it whilst shouldering the burden of a tender jaw, but toughs through it because you’re just so reactive to his every touch that he needs more. Sometimes you think he might love eating you out a little… too much, because when he wants you he wants you, even if you’re in a public space, somewhere unusual, just hope there isn’t a semi-hidden space that he can drag you to so he can busy his mouth with your cunt.

“You’re funny thinking I’d stop even if we’re walked in on, you look hot like this anyways, who wouldn’t want to see?”

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