#i just like skull lamps a lot

[soupkiddo]

What's better than one deer skull lamp?

TWO DEER SKULL LAMPS!!!!!

[deunmiu-dessie]

(unedited)² retired simon has nowhere to go, so you offer. [ one, two, three]

it took a lot of convincing to get him to your little apartment, like trying to move a massive brick wall with a feather. however, in the end, he gave in— not that he had much of a say in the matter, considering the fact that the two of you were already at your home amidst arguing (which, to be fair, was predominantly one-sided as he persistently uttered 'no' in response to all your counterarguments).

in all honesty, you couldn't quite figure out why you were so insistent on having a stranger, especially a strange man, stay with you in your much too tiny apartment. perhaps it was your festive december spirit, the idea of someone being alone during this time of year just didn't sit right with you. besides it was just for the night, then you could take him to the shelter.

he’d been quiet as you set up everything for him, he was imposing, tall, and somewhat scary (primarily due to his skull mask and his overall silent demeanor). but strangely enough, you didn't feel unsafe with him, despite the fact that you probably should have. after all, he was a man, and he undoubtedly outweighed you by at least 100 pounds. killing you and getting away with it would be easy for him. and, why the hell were you contemplating this now, instead of when you first picked him up from the side of the street?

perhaps it was the way he carried himself, with a sense of calm and control that was almost hypnotic. or maybe it was the way his eyes seemed to pierce through you, yet held a hint of sadness that made you feel a strange sense of empathy toward him. whatever the reason, you found yourself drawn to him.

as you finished setting up the couch, you couldn't help but steal glances at him, trying to decipher his thoughts and emotions. but his expression remained unreadable, his mask hiding any hint of vulnerability or emotion. it was both frustrating and intriguing, making you wonder what secrets lay hidden behind that skull mask.

“um, so the shower is just down the hall, oh! feel free to look through the fridge for something,” you smile awkwardly at the tall man and gesture to your room door, “if you need anything just let me know.” his gaze remains fixated upon the makeshift bed you have prepared, adorned with a spare comforter of a soft, faded hue resembling baby blue, adorned with delicate flowers which sprawls across the expanse of your pull-out sofa.

simon, ever the brooding man, says a small, stiff thank you; ready for you to leave him alone you're sure. wiping your sweaty palms on your denim-clad thighs, you gently press your lips together and affirmatively bob your head. “alright, well, goodnight simon.” without waiting for a response, that you were sure you weren't going to get, you scuttle off to your bedroom, swiftly closing the door and attempting to lock it as quietly as possible. however, the resounding click makes you think he’s heard it.

letting out a weary sigh you slide down your door, reaching into your pocket to retrieve your phone. with a gentle motion, you begin to skim through your contacts and find your best friend. it rings once, twice before she picks up with a tired hello.

“if i die tonight, i love you.”

you catch the faint sound of her perplexed murmur, followed by the gentle click of her bedside lamp over the phone. it was late, far too late for you to have disturbed her with a call, you knew that— should’ve called your sister or something.

“have you been drinking?”

you give a slight eye roll before curling your legs up to your chest. “no, not yet. anyways, i think i might've done something very dumb," you admit, trailing off as you nervously nibble on the inside of your cheek, feeling the soft flesh give way under your teeth. your friend lets out a quiet grunt. “well? spit it out.”

“so, i picked up a homeless guy on the side of the road and offered him a ride to the shelter but instead i brought him to my apartment and now he’s in my living room, about to sleep on my couch,” you utter quickly— and she's silent for a moment, it's a loud silence, one that makes your heart beat quickly in your chest. you run a hand down your face and take a deep breath, sighing heavily. “say something.” your voice is filled with a mix of impatience and anxiety.

“what the hell is wrong with you?”

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Wicked Games 7

Warnings: non/dubcon, cheating, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: Steve Rogers

Summary: you had a one night stand. Or did you?

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

You sit in on the bed you've shared with Barrett for almost five years. Looking around makes it so much harder. Picking out your things from his, leaving behind all you built together, it's like pulling down a wall brick-by-brick. 

You zip up the duffle bag and put it in the front room. Before you can go back to scour the room one last time, the lock clicks and clunks, and the door opens. You look over in surprise. It's early. You're not ready to face him. Especially like this. 

Before you can react, Barrett does. He's flying at you, screaming, door open and forgotten behind him. You can't make sense if what he's saying. 

"You slut! Fucking whore! Liar!" The worlds hit you like punches as you flinch and shake your head. 

"What--" 

"You think I wouldn't find out!" He waves his phone at you and you squint, trying to focus on the moving screen. 

"What do you--" 

"It's right fucking here!" He shakes the cell again then stills it so you can see. It's you, naked, your face a dopey mix of drunkenness and delight. Fuck! 

"Barrett, I... I don't remember it. It-- it doesn't matter, it's over." You sputter. 

"Damn right it's fucking over! How long have you been fucking around?" He snarls. 

"I-- it was once. I swear, I was drunk--" 

"Sure the fuck it was one time!" 

His phone slams into your nose and the crush of cartilage sends you reeling. You cup your nose as blood floods your throat. You choke and spit up. 

"Barrett?" You whimper. 

"I ought to do a whole lot worse, you fucking slut!" He swipes the lamp off the end table and it barely misses you. 

"What the fuck?" You mop the blood with your sleeve. "What the fuck does it matter when it's over--" 

"Yeah, go! Get the fuck out before I break your fucking skull!" He snaps. "All these weeks and I've been tryna make it better and the whole time you've been a cheating fucking bitch!" 

"No--" 

He grabs you by your neck. You gasp and latch onto his wrists. Your feet slide across the floor as he shakes you. 

"Bitch! I should kill you!" He pushes his thumbs into your windpipe and you wheeze. 

"Pl--ease." You beg. 

"Why? Why couldn't you just talk to me?" He sneers. 

You pull on his arms as he blocks your breath completely. Fuck, fuck, fuck. He's going to do it! He's going to murder you. 

Suddenly he lurches forward and you throw your arms as he lets you go. You hit the chair and bounce off if it, catching yourself on your knees. Barrett cries out and gurgles and a metallic thunk hits the hardwood. 

Silence curdles in the air as you stare at the floor. You sit back on your heels and glance over at your husband's unmoving body. A pool of blood spreads beneath his head as Steve Rogers stands above him, shield dripping in scarlet. 

You quiver and look up at him. His blue eyes blaze as his shoulders rise and fall with deep breaths. His nostrils flare and he cracks his neck. 

"I saved you." He says. "I saved our baby." He reaches to his pocket and slips his phone out. "That's what you'll tell the police, right?" 

You blink at him then look down at Barrett. Your eyes fill with tears and you whine. "You killed him?" 

"He hurt you. He could have hurt our baby." He taps the screen and puts the phone to his ear. "What kind of hero would I be if I let him?" 

You shudder and cover your mouth. Blood and bile pools in your throat and you wretch through your fingers. You can’t stop yourself from vomiting in your hand. He gives your address over the phone and hangs up. 

“Oh, sweetheart.” He sets the shield down against the couch and nears you. You cower as he kneels down and puts his hand on your back. You shrink down as your body spasms in revolt. “I got back-up on the way. Aw, look at you. In your condition, you shouldn’t be stressed.” 

He rubs between your shoulder blades as you sob and wretch at the same time. You stay on the floor, quaking, fighting not to smell the blood or look up and see it. You wanted Barrett gone, you didn’t want him dead. 

“Hey,” another voice startles you. You look over at the man that enters. He’s familiar too. Of course. Cap’s best bud; Bucky Barnes. “Shit...” he slows as he approaches Barrett and he tuts. “Well, looks like that’s taken care of, huh, pal?” 

“Buck, would ya get her some water? Something to clean this up?” Steve demands. “Come on, sweetie.” 

He hooks his arm around you and makes you stand. He pulls the chair closer and sits you down. Bucky comes back with a bottle of water and a dish cloth. Steve takes both and hands you the former. He bends to wipe up your puke as you sit stunned in the chair. 

You look at Barrett’s blank expression. He died angry. He died unhappy. He died because of you. 

[galedekarios]

musing on the rooms of the companions

i didn't want to put it in my main post since none of it is confirmed, but here's my take on it:

emmrich's room:

the statue echoes the one of the grand necropolis

the incense burners & lamps mirror the one he had in the trailer

the myriad of skulls in the shelves at the back

the many vials and potion bottles that he's also pictured with in his concept art

2. neve's room

the teal pops of colour just like in her outfits

the very tevinter style of architecture + aesthetic

tevinter heraldry (dragon) on decor / lamps

the huge crime investigation cork board behind the desk complete with several pieces of thread connecting maps and clues and sketches of people

prosthetic leg at the left hand side near the sideboard

3. davrin's room

grey warden crest

dark spawn statue

a plethora of swords and shields

4. bellara's room

same head of a statue as in her concept art

magical / elvhen artefacts + spheres

colour scheme choes her outfit

lots of triangles hanging from the ceiling, which have been part of her design nearly everywhere from her earrings to her armour

appears to have one of the halla statues you can collect at the winter palace in inquisition

5. taash's room

lots of dragon trophies / statues / paraphernalia from horns to sketches to wooden statues, v fitting for a dragon hunter

what surprises me is the amount of nug statues

lots of scrolls, maybe contracts or tallies/debts

6. harding's room

harding was described as a "romantic" and as someone who "loves nature"

rooms reflects that with lots of plants, a open water pool, lots of warm and natural light

has an outdoors feel to it, fitting for a former scout

which leaves...

7. lucanis's "room"

i assume it's a pantry? or a storeroom for food?

there doesn't seem to be anything personal here at all, which is perhaps fitting for someone who is both described as an assassin and as a workaholic, but it still surprised me to see just how barren his living space is, with no trace of himself seemingly, apart from a nondescript cot set up in the back

[oh-meretseger]

part 8 - Heaven

attack on titan modern college au // Jean Kirstein x fem!reader

summary: you and Jean finally get down to it😏 that’s it, this chapter is porn with a hint of plot hehe

notes: 18+! pure smut, explicit language, dirty talk, Jean just being the soft dom that he is, a lot of praise and begging, mentions of masturbation, oral (m receiving), p in v and cum all over the place lol

word count: 4,3k

Jean felt like he was in a dream. He woke up in the middle of the night to your body tightly swaddled in his arms, melting into him. It felt so unearthly yet so natural, your warmth and sweet scent made him feel like he was still dreaming as he slowly gained consciousness.

The room was pitch black, but Jean was still aware of every part of your body as they intertwined with his. You faced him, your arm wrapped around his torso, legs completely tangled with his, your face buried into the crook of his neck. Hot air tickled the sensitive skin of his neck with each one of your slow breaths as you slept, sending heavenly tingles down Jean's spine. He tightened his arms around you, pulling you into an even closer embrace by your waist.

Jean felt your breathing hitch as your chests pressed together - he could even notice the suddenly sped up beating of your heart, pounding so close to his, he felt himself soften with contentment.

"Sorry, didn't mean to wake you up" Jean whispered against the shell of your ear as you rubbed your eye, feeling small goosebumps appearing on your bare skin under the palm of his hands. You let out a quiet whimper as his hot breath sent shivers through your body, slowly realizing the delightful warmth surrounding you was not because you joined Jean's ethereal dream, but because you were, in fact, in the tight safety of his strong arms.

"It's okay, Jeanbo" you mumbled and Jean let out a soft chuckle, tingles heating up his core once again when you returned the tight hug with a small moan. He just felt so freaking good. "You didn't wake me. I think I'm still dreaming"

"We're in the same dream then" Jean murmured and tried to shift his hips a little further away from you, but it was too late - you already felt his hard-on poking against the fabric of your panties.

"Mhmm" you let out a sigh as you instinctively pushed your hips back into his bulge, Jean's groan just adding even more fuel to the fire quickly forming inside of you.

"Stop" he whispered, then quietly chuckled again as your body instantly followed his pelvis trying to move away from you. The darkness of the room hid your smile, your fingers digging into Jean's tensing biceps as you both felt like you were floating in a hazy and electric, lust-filled dream.

You had only one thing on your sleepy mind as you felt the heat of Jean's bulge between your legs, and you were trying to get it at whatever cost.

"Why?" a desperate whine escaped your throat as you were trying to whisper, your hips rolling into Jean's with a similar despair. His eyes rolled into the back of his skull at the feeling - your eager little sighs and whimpers drove him absolutely crazy, but he still sank his fingers into your hips to keep them from moving.

"Cause I said so" he smiled, lips brushing against your cheek as he leaned close to you. However you tried to move them, his strong hands kept your hips still.

You swiftly pushed yourself up from the mattress, knowing exactly where to reach to turn on the night lamp above your bed. As warm light suddenly filled the room, you looked at the man in front of you, his eyes sleepy and narrow as he squinted, but glistening with arousal, cheeks flushed, his skin hot as his strong muscles held onto you tightly. Jean pulled you closer as he searched your face for a reaction.

"You're so hot, I hate you" you mumbled with a painful agony in your voice. You wanted him so bad - you currently ovulating probably didn't help the situation, you just felt like a damn animal in heat. Jean laughed softly, his nose nudging your chin.

"You turned on the light to tell me that?"

"I turned on the light to see your stupid pretty face" you spoke quietly, biting back your smile as you stared into each other's eyes, your fingers making their way on his face to gently caress his cheek. "But it's way worse now"

"Worse?" Jean smirked, then grabbed your sides to swiftly flip you around. You let out a sigh as he manhandled you, pulling you into him to spoon you from behind, and you felt your core tingle at the heavenly feeling of his lips nibbling on your ear. "Did my stupid face turn you off?"

"No, it—it made me even more wet" you whispered and your eyes fell shut as Jean gently bit your earlobe with a shit-eating grin. He knew exactly how desperate you were to get it - he felt how hot and squirmy your body got under his touch. But teasing you was a bad habit of his he simply couldn't help.

"No naughty stuff, remember?" he replied softly with a smug smile and another painful whine escaped your mouth as your hips rolled back into his growing boner. You could feel he wanted you just as much, yet still refused to give in, driving you fucking insane. "This is an innocent sleepover. Your pussy—" His fingers ran along your bare waist, down to the soft fabric of your cotton panties, ever so gently teasing you through it, the light touch on your clit making you squirm. "—is not allowed to get wet"

"Fuck me, please" you whined and Jean's head started spinning, his fingers digging into your hips as he growled and his teeth sank harder into your earlobe. Hearing your sweet voice talking dirty was one thing that made him instantly lose control. "I need you so bad, Jean, please"

Jean was trying to sober up, his conscious self telling him to stop, but his hips bucked on their own, grinding into yours from behind.

"Feel what you do to me" you grabbed his hand, guiding it up to your stomach, then slipped it down into your panties, between your wet folds, making Jean moan out loud. "You made such a mess of me"

"You're soaked" he grinned as you turned your head to look at him, mocking you with a playful glint in his hazel eyes. "Are you really this desperate for me to fuck you?"

"Fuck you" you moaned as you furrowed your brows, growing frustrated at his mean remarks, though you still bucked your hips against his hand, trying to ease the growing tension in your core. "This is all your fault, I—I hate you so much"

"You hate me, huh?" he smirked while you were practically riding his hand, his achingly erect cock poking your backside. Your desperate humping paired with your cursing made him throb in his boxers, the same way the first time he got off to your annoyed words through the phone. "Why's that?"

"Cause you won't fuck me" you gritted your teeth, words spilling from your mouth with a painful whine. "You know exactly how much I crave you... I want it so—so—"

"Use your words, pretty girl" Jean spoke softly, sliding his fingers back and forth between your wet lips with agonizingly slow motions. "What do you want?"

"I want you inside of me" you moaned, heat spreading across your cheeks.

"You want to be stuffed full of my cock, huh?" his mind darkened hearing your begging whimpers, your voice finally fogging his mind with a lustful haze. "Do you touch yourself thinking of me fucking you?"

"All the time" you nodded as your low-lidded eyes bored into his, memories flooding your brain of every single heated moment you spent in your dorm alone, thinking back to Jean's swollen cock spurting hot cum all over your tongue and face. Although now Jean’s fingers sent way more intense waves of pleasure through you than your eager little fingers could - even if he moved painfully slow on purpose.

“Yeah? You came all over your pretty fingers f’me?”

“Yeah. A lot” you whispered, Jean’s eyes devouring the aroused blush gracing your beautiful face.

"You're a dirty girl" he mumbled against your hot cheek, his soft lips sending shivers down your spine. “Y'want me to fill this messy little pussy?"

You moaned out loud. "Yes, please"

"What's with the fuck you's and I hate you's now?" Jean grinned as his smug smirk burnt your cheeks even more. He was such a bully. As much as he loved seeing you get irritated and bossy, cussing out of aching sexual frustration, he also loved to exploit your state, teasing you for being so fucking desperate for his cock. It filled his mind with a dark cloud, wanting to ruin you and overstimulate your senses until you forgot your name.

"Fuck you" you squinted your eyes in response, biting back your smile as you saw his grin get dangerously devious. You already knew you'd love being a brat for him as you looked at his eyes go dark and his demeanor get calm and stern.

"Watch your mouth, or I'll have to stuff that with something first”

"Oh, look who got so strict all of a sudden" you sneered at him, but yours was met with an even more devilish smile.

Your mouth was stuffed full with his cock in no time. Your back pressed against the side of your bed as you were kneeling on the floor between Jean's legs, your fingers clung onto his big thighs that pressed your upper body into the mattress behind you. His fingers intertwined with your hair as he moved his hips, pushing the sensitive head of his cock past your pretty lips over and over again, trying not to lose his head and push too deep as your jaw struggled to get accustomed to his size. Your big doe eyes blinked up at him, glistening with tears as you got too greedy taking his length, and his heart fluttered in his chest as he realized — he was fucked.

He was in love with you. There was no doubt in his mind anymore.

"Not so fast, love" he tried to pull his hips back as his thumb caressed your cheek, but you moved your head forward to follow his motion, trying to push all of his length into your mouth. You wanted him in your throat. "Hey— careful"

You moaned around his dick in disapproval. Jean shifted his pelvis to pull out, give you a little break, but as soon as his swollen tip left your lips with a quiet pop, your hands already grabbed on his shaft to guide him back where he belonged.

"But I need it"

He let out a soft chuckle, then grasped your wrists to quickly pin them to the mattress, right behind your head.

"Need it, huh?" Jean found you simply adorable. You squirmed impatiently on your knees as he smiled down at you, large fingers gripping his own length, slowly dragging his wet, warm tip along your face. Your tongue automatically hurried to lick his balls, your lips quickly sucking one in your mouth and you moaned at the feeling, your brain melting as Jean's deep grunt hit your ear. He tried hard not to lose his sanity as he glided his sensitive head down your cheek, right to your lips, your mouth obidiently opening. He slapped his heavy cock on your tongue with such loving eyes, you wanted to devour him whole.

"You'll always get everything you want from me, pretty girl" Jean said in a low voice, his fist holding your hair out of your face as you blinked up at him with big, glittering eyes.

"Fuck my mouth, then" you whispered, and his head started spinning. "Please"

"Open" he spoke softly as he pressed his tip to your lower lip and you opened your mouth with a beaming, grateful glint in your eyes, silently thanking him. He saw stars as he pushed past your lips and they wrapped around his sensitive head with such anticipation, your tongue swirling around it, so warm, so welcoming... He couldn't help moaning. "Pretty little mouth feels so good, baby..."

"Mhmm" you responded with a muffled moan as a pool of wetness started to form in your cute panties between your legs, Jean's hard cock filling your mouth so deliciously. You were surrounded by his strong muscles and his scent, making your mind go fuzzy. You felt his fingers tugging on your hair as he moaned and started to push his cock deeper into your mouth, slowly but surely forcing his length down your throat, getting lost in the pleasure you provided him. Just like you wanted him to.

You gagged a little as his swollen tip hit the back of your throat and he groaned loudly. Tears filled your eyes as you looked up at him, silently begging for more. Jean's head buzzed with pleasure as he kept moaning your name, one hand restraining your wrists, one keeping your head in place while he was thrusting his hard cock down your throat over and over again as it clenched around him. Your whole body burned in arousal, gladly struggling not to gag with every push of his pelvis.

"You're doing so good, baby— Breathe through your nose" he murmured and you felt your wetness soak through your panties as he slowly fucked your mouth, his fat tip dragging against your warm tongue. Your sight of him was restricted as your nose pressed into the trimmed hairs at the base of his cock with every thrust. "You wanted this, right? Get your throat fucked like a greedy little slut, huh?"

Jean pulled back a little to look at your face for a reaction and give you a little break. You could almost see small little hearts gleaming in his hazel eyes as he looked into yours, streams of tears soaking your face on both sides, your lips swollen and wet with your saliva, drooling on his thick cock as you nodded frantically in response. What a beautiful mess.

"Yeah, you did. But I'm making you cum first"

Of course the inevitable happened.

Jean grabbed and lifted your body, laying you down on your bed as if you weighed nothing. You gripped the fabric of his shirt as he hovered over you, his lips hungrily moving down between your breasts. Gorgeous, eager light brown eyes shot up to yours when you stopped him from going down on you. "No—"

"What?"

"I want you inside of me" you blurted out, your cheeks burning as your own filthy words reached your ears. "Now"

"I'm not fucking you without eating you out first" Jean slowly shook his head, holding back his grin as he glanced at your desperate expression.

"Jean, please—" you cried out and he couldn't help letting out a small chuckle. "I'm begging you, please, please just fuck me already"

And how could've he resisted those big, glossy eyes of yours, pleading for him to stuff you full of his cock, heavy and aching to reach your deepest, most sensitive parts..?

"Do you want me to fill this pretty little pussy?" Jean's eyes sent shivers down your spine as they darkened on you. You watched the muscles of his broad shoulders tense as he lifted his body, the beautiful edges of his face get closer to you as he leaned over you.

"Yes, please" you mumbled before his soft lips grazing yours made you quietly whine. The hot skin of his large hands left your body as he rolled off of you, getting out of bed to get his backpack.

"Wait a minute"

"No, wait" you blushed at what you were about to suggest. "I wouldn't mind... Uh, can we..."

Jean's movements stilled and he blinked at you, watching your pretty lips form into words that were music to his ears.

"I'm clean and you are, too—"

"I am" he cut you off and his dick throbbed at hearing your sweet voice asking him if he could fuck you raw. "You want to do it without—?"

"Yeah" you nodded as your face burned with a flustered, but excited heat.

Jean felt like he was in heaven. Your gentle little fingers felt like heaven as they moved up his body, helping the rest of his clothes off of him, the warmth of your soft breasts felt like heaven as his chest pressed into it, just like your thighs as his fingers digged into their soft skin, pressing them up and apart to grind his achingly erect cock on your clothed, wet heat.

“Oh my god— Jean” you whimpered, your eyes glued to the delicious movements of his pelvis, the muscles of his core flexing as his thick cock rubbed into you, leaking precum on your wet panties. The heavenly friction and his deep groans vibrating on your neck started to drive you insane. “Uh—hhplease”

“You soaked through your cute little panties, huh?” Jean’s lips curved into a proud smirk as he looked at the huge wet spot on the fabric, slipping his pink tip underneath.

“Holy—fuck” your eyes squeezed shut at the sensation, his cock sliding through the slick between your lips making both of you feel dizzy. “It’s—hah—because of you”

“Yeah? Are you this wet just f’me?” Jean moaned as his lips hovered above yours, and you could swear you were melting under his pretty eyes.

“Yeah” you whimpered.

“Let’s take this off of you” his index finger hooked into the hem of your panties, and you lifted up your hips in anticipation.

You were finally fully naked in no time, the pair of panties falling to all the other pieces of clothes jumbled on the floor. Jean sat back for a moment, admiring the beautiful art that was your naked body as the night lamp bathed it in warm light, spread out in front of him like a ravishing painting, making him fall in trance.

“You’re breathtaking” his fingers gently ran along your thighs and spread them apart as you blushed and tried to close them in embarrassment. “No, no… Don’t cover your face, angel”

“Your eyes are burning me” you chuckled behind your fingers and the warmth on your cheeks turned even hotter as Jean leaned over you, grabbing your hand from your face.

“Good, keep your pretty eyes on them” he mumbled, then kissed you as his fingers intertwined with yours.

You moaned into Jean’s mouth, slowly kissing and holding hands while his hips rutted into yours. You lost all sense of reality as you felt your bodies melt together, tongues twirling around each other, whispering quiet, sweet little words to one another, lips and hands wandering around to caress each other with such care and affection, it simply made you feel so in love.

The impatient urge you felt earlier turned into a tight, warm knot in your core as Jean pressed his tip to your drenched entrance.

“It’s not gonna fit” you let out a painful chuckle as you both glanced down at the messy wetness where your bodies met. Jean positioned himself to be comfortably set between your thighs.

“It is, we’ll make it fit” he reassured you. “I’ll go slow, okay?”

“Okay” you blinked up at him as he smiled, eyes flicking down to your lips, swollen and glistening from kissing.

“Just kiss me”

Making out did make it seem a lot easier, immediately. With every soft move of Jean’s lips, every swirl of his warm tongue, the slick between your legs grew more and more. The head of his cock pressed into your entrance just right, kissing it gently with every small thrust of his hips.

“You don’t have to be so slow” you whined quietly and Jean smiled at your desperate tone against his lips.

“Sshhh, it’s okay, baby” he replied and one of his fingers slipped into your mouth. You sucked on it obediently, your fingers digging into the large muscles of his back while Jean pushed just a little bit more into you. “S’that feel good?”

“Mm yeah—more please” you moaned and Jean tried to keep his composure. Your desperate moaning and whimpering drove him crazy, he had to gather all his strength to keep from mindlessly drilling his cock into you.

"Holy shit— You're so tight, baby" Jean grunted and you hissed as his fat tip pushed through the tight ring of muscles. "Does it hurt?"

"Just—just a little bit. Please don't stop" your voice was shaky from the pent-up frustration, and even though Jean being so caring made you even wetter, you wished you could already feel all his length inside you.

"I'm sorry, pretty" he laid a small kiss on your cheek and your hands slid down to his hips, gripping into them as they moved with a steady pace, thrusting his cock deeper and deeper into you as your walls molded to his girth. “You're taking me so well..."

"Jean it—it feels so good"

"Yeah? I'm making this pretty tight pussy feel good?" he groaned into your mouth as you eagerly tried to kiss him, your pussy squelching around him with a filthy sound while you nodded frantically. "Aw am I stretching this wet little cunt so good? Take it, pretty girl"

The truth was, you both felt like you were in heaven. The intimate and affectionate, quiet little moments turned hurried and passionate as Jean fucked you, your legs wrapped around him as his hard cock split you open, dragging along your drenched walls with such pleasurable strokes, both of your heads started swirling. You didn’t even notice how loud the lewd mixture of the wet squelching and your moans and groans got - but you wouldn’t have cared anyway.

“Wet little pussy’s stretching around me so well” Jean’s devious smile just made your brain even mushier, turning off completely as you clang onto his strong arms for dear life. “Y’like getting stuffed full of my cock?”

“Y—yeah” you whimpered, but you didn’t even know how you got that one word out. Jean’s thick and rock-hard length moving in and out of you sent a pleasure through your whole body you’ve never felt before.

“Look into my eyes, pretty” he hummed, but the sight of your lashes fluttering up at him, big doe eyes sparkling, cheeks and lips hot and flushed made him come dangerously close to the edge already. Jean moaned your name as he slowed his thrusts down, burying his face into the crook of your neck. He couldn’t cum so fucking fast.

"Don't stop, baby" you whined, being so close to your peak yourself as your hips bucked up, desperate for more of him inside you. "You're gonna make me cum"

"I can't hold it much longer" Jean mumbled into your ear and you sank your fingers into the tense muscles of his ass. Weirdly, that statement alone would’ve been enough to make you cum. There was something so endearing and arousing about being pinned to the mattress by such a big, strong man, and making him feel so good that he just can’t keep himself from cumming.

"I don't care” you replied, your eyes pleadingly piercing through his. “I want you to cum all over me"

"Oh, fuck” Jean moaned as your soft lips grazed his, his hips picking up a faster pace once again as your words darkened his mind, making him chase his high. He felt your pussy clench around him as his cock pounded into you, hitting all your sensitive spots so perfectly, the knot in your stomach came undone incredibly quickly. “Thaaat’s it… Cum all over my cock, my gorgeous girl”

“JEAN” you cried out as your orgasm washed through you, the crushing wave of pleasure sending you in a dimension that was unknown to you up to this point. Jean’s hard cock fucked you through your peak, and as his arms kept your trembling legs spread wide open, you lying in front of him as a flushed, drooling, babbling mess, your perfect tits bouncing with each thrust of his hips - he couldn’t hold it any longer, either.

“You’re making me cum, baby…”

“Cum—HA—all over me, pretty boy” you panted and watched him push himself up, big hands gripping your thighs as he stuffed his cock into you, messy, ashy brown strands of hair falling to his face and movements becoming sloppier as he looked at your fucked out expression. You’ve never seen a sight so fucking hot. “Make a mess f’me, Jean”

Jean glanced down at your wet folds swallowing his cock, creaming around him so beautifully and his eyes darted right back at yours as he was trying to comprehend the perfect fucking dream that was you lying in front of him. Your eyes sank deep into each other and that was it - an intense white pleasure blinded him as he pulled out, moaning your name and jerking his cock as white ropes of cum spurted all over your body with such force, the skin of your tits, your stomach, the soft lips of your pussy all glistened with his semen.

“Oh my god” you muttered as your fingers quickly moved to gather his hot cum, Jean breathing heavily as his muscles relaxed, completely spent and exhausted. His hands ran along your thighs before his thumb found its way to your sensitive clit, rubbing slow circles on it as both of your wetness mixed.

“You’re fucking perfect”

“D’you promise we’ll do more of that?” your eyes were bleaming with such joy, Jean let out a quiet laugh. He leaned down to press a sweet kiss on your adorable lips before responding. “If we go back to sleep now…”

“I promise, pretty girl” Jean’s heart fluttered at the sight of your smile and your fingers smoothed a few strands of hair out of his handsome face, still warm and blushed. “Now let’s get you cleaned up”

[haddonfieldwhore]

tired - ethan landry

no spoilers 🔪 // pre ghostface attacks

warnings: none 💓 just fluff 🧸

click here for a soft ethan playlist 🎧

your eyes felt like they were going to dry up and fall out of your skull as you stared at the many papers spread out across the floor in front of you. you were at your friend ethan’s dorm to study for your econ final together, and after about 3 hours, you decided you had retained all the information you could for one night.

“e, i think i’m tapping out,” you sighed, closing your book and dramatically flopping onto your back, laying amongst all the notes you had taken in class.

“me too. i think i’ve been staring at the same word on a page for the last five minutes,” he laughed, shoving his textbook off his lap and onto the bed next to him. “wanna watch a movie? chad went out so the living room is free.”

“sure,” you agreed, and he got up off his bed and reached out his hand to help you up off the floor. you and ethan had met at the start of college, and quickly became friends after sitting together the first day in class. the two of you always studied together, usually in the library or at ethan’s dorm; your roommate partied a lot and often had all their friends over so it was too loud to study there. ethan and his roommate chad didn’t seem to mind welcoming you into their dorm though, which you were grateful for.

chad was in almost every way, a stereotypical jock, but he was harmless, and was nice to you whenever you spoke to him. he often wasn’t home, usually out with his friends or at their place. you and ethan rarely joined them, both of you preferring to stay in, watching movies or binging tv shows when you weren’t studying.

“what movie are we watching tonight?” you asked, grabbing a glass of water from the kitchen and walking back to the couch where ethan was sat, a selection of dvds spread out in front of him.

“hmmm.. jaws?” he suggested. after a nod of approval from you, ethan put the disc in the player and sat back down. he tossed you a blanket he had brought from his room, and switched off the lamp next to the couch as the movie started. getting comfortable, ethan pulled the hood of his pale coloured sweater over his brown hair, and he offered his lap for you to rest your legs on. you were thankful, as your knees had become stiff from sitting cross legged on his bedroom floor for hours. his arms rested on top of your legs, keeping them warm and making sure you didn’t fall off the couch somehow.

it was only about 30 minutes into the movie when you felt your eyelids getting heavy, and the warmth of the blanket was making it hard to stay awake. no matter how hard you tried not to, you eventually fell asleep, not able to fight it any longer.

•••••

the sound of the door opening caused you to wake up slowly, and you were confused at first to feel a weight on top of you. at some point, ethan had also fallen asleep, his arms around your waist and his head buried in the crook of your neck. you could feel his soft breathing against your skin, and you realized how comfortable you were. chad hadn’t noticed that you were awake, since the lights were low and he was trying to be quiet since he thought you were both asleep.

after he had gone into his room, you gently laced your fingers through ethan’s curls, his hood having come off in his sleep. he stirred slightly, but didn’t wake up, instead holding onto you tighter. his lips and nose brushing against your clavicle as he snuggled closer to you. a sleepy smile spread across your face as you sighed deeply, and you realized how content you were to just be in his arms. ethan truly had become your best friend; you had left all of your friends behind when you moved across the county to go to college in new york. you didn’t know anyone here, and you were so thankful to have met ethan.

ethan awoke as you gently stroked his hair, your fingers gliding through the soft ringlets slowly pulling him from his sleeping state. he groaned softly, lifting his head off your chest and realizing the position you were both in.

“hey- sorry,” he mumbled, his voice deep with sleep. “i didn’t think i was that tired.” he rubbed his eyes as he sat up, and you immediately missed his body heat. in the low lit room you almost couldn’t see that there was a light pink blush across his cheeks.

“it’s okay. neither did i,” you smiled, tugging gently at the soft fabric of his hoodie sleeve. “come back.” you pouted. ethan smiled, laying back down next to you, tucking your head into his neck this time. happy to have his warmth back, you hummed contently and closed your eyes, nuzzling into his neck.

“i’m so gonna fail that econ exam,” you thought aloud, and ethan laughed, and you felt it vibrate it his chest.

“that’s okay- you can come over and study for the makeup test with me; i think i’m gonna fail too.”

“we can fail together,” you mumbled. growing sleepy again. as you both lay in silence now, you absentmindedly pressed a soft kiss to the underside of ethan’s jaw. he tensed slightly underneath you, before he relaxed again humming slightly as he pressed a kiss to your forehead in return. at that moment it didn’t matter what it meant, the half asleep kisses likely to be forgotten by both of you in the morning.

“goodnight, eeth.” you whispered, but all you got in response was the sound of his soft snores, which quickly lulled you back to sleep. ☁️

[whimsi-clown]

What's the Best Way to Start a Story? Ah, yes. Death.

Part 1 of the Reverse lsekai Disney Villains x Modern Reader AU

(That I made on a whim)

Warning: Lots of Curse Words and a bit OOC

In a series of unfortunate (or fortunate, depending on how you view things) events, your eccentric rich bitch of an employer had just died.

Sad, I know. But they had it coming. Sorta.

Nobody really liked them. They were, to put it bluntly, an asshole of the highest degree, and they didn't have any living relatives or descendants.

As such, with you being the only person in existence who still stuck by them, gave a shit about them, and had the balls to deal with all of their bullshit, they decided to leave you with their inheritance.

From their large plot of land to their unrealistically big ass mansion with a private beach close by, along with everything inside of it. Money included.

It was all yours for the taking, and you were all too eager to accept.

At this point, you had everything you needed to live the life of your dreams. A large plot of land, a mansion, a near infinite amount of money.

Now, all you needed left in this big and lonely mansion...

Was companionship...

...

Yea, no. We'll skip that for now.

So, with that in mind, after setting down the remaining boxes of your belongings that you had just brought in, you decided to stroll through the halls of the place, eager to familiarize yourself with your new home.

Your eyes perking in interest as you spot a door that you had never seen before, curiously entering it with a new wave of excitement as to what you could find (or possibly sell) on the other side.

Nothing could ruin this day for you!

.

.

.

.

.

Something has just ruined this day for you.

You groaned, dragging your hands down your face as 12 of the most iconic Disney Villains settled on the set of couches before you with crossed arms, disgruntled expressions, and glares aimed your way.

Maleficent sat on the lone couch to your left, while Grimhilde, the evil queen, sat on the other couch to your right, both looking at you with displeased glares.

On the main couch sat Ursula, Cruela De Vil, Dr. Facilier and Jafar. All sharing the same disgruntled expression, like they have better things to do than be in this predicament.

And those who decided to stand behind the couch were Hades, Captain Hook, Shan Yu, and Gaston. All of them with their arm crossed.

Finally, seated on the carpeted floor before the couches are Scar and Oogie Boogie. Who looked bored out of their minds.

You let out yet another groan.

How did you end up in this situation again??

Ah, right. The mysterious room.

For those of you who are wondering, here's what went down literal hours ago.

You had entered what looked like an old storage room, flicked the light switch on, and discovered that it was filled to the brim with various antiques and junk.

Looking around, you felt like a kid in a candy store, discovering the various curious objects that your former employer collected, lining each shelf.

Everything was so interesting (and sellable) to you.

But what stood out to you the most, though, was an assortment of random items set up on a row of pedestals.

A staff broken in half, a shattered mirror, an unlit greek looking torch lying on its side, a dusty lamp, a tarnished silver hook, a vintage hunting rifle, an old scattered deck of tarot cards, a weird wavy looking sword (a quick google search informed you that it was a serrated jagged jian), a lion skull (not even gonna question how your employer got their hands on these ethically), a gold nautilus shell necklace, an exotic black and white fur coat of some animal (again, not gonna question how they were ethically acquired), and finally a set of red hand carved dices.

With a wide shit eating grin and dollar signs in your eyes, you decided on the spot that these would definitely sell for a large amount of money and decided to take a picture of them to post online.

However, before you could take the shot, you realized something.

No one would buy any of this junk if you sell them as they looked now, like junk!

So, with a new goal in mind, you quickly set out to grab whatever cleaning materials you could find.

And when you came back, you glued together the two broken parts of the staff, put back the pieces of the shattered mirror back in place, set the unlit greek torch up, rubbed the dust off of the lamp, polished the silver hook, cleaned the vintage hunting rifle, stacked and rearanged the deck of tarot cards, sharpened the weird wavy sword, dusted the lion skull, washed the gold nautilus shell pendant in soapy water, and brushed the exotic fur coat.

When all was done, you stood back with your hands on your hips, a prideful grin stretching across your face at having cleaned all of the useless junk before you.

If only you had the same amount of energy and enthusiasm when it comes to cleaning the rest of your house.

You were about to take a picture again when you realized you weren't completely done. There was still one item left.

The pair of red dice.

You stared down at the dices in contemplation. For some reason, something about them didn't seem to sit right with you.

One dice had a six facing up, while the other had a five. Making it an eleven in total.

You grabbed the dices, shaking them around in the palm of your hand and without much of a thought, threw them onto its pedestal. Watching as it rolled on the surface before stopping, both dices landed on a one.

Snake eyes.

All of a sudden, the lights in the room started to flicker and turn off completely, leaving you in the dark.

You cursed under your breath as you were about to turn the flashlight on your phone when you noticed that the dices were glowing green, like one of those shitty glow in the dark star stickers you had as a kid.

Suddenly, the dices weren't the only thing glowing as the fur coat was glowing white, followed by the shell pendant glowing gold, the lion skull glowing green, the sword glowing a dull blue, the tarot deck glowing purple, the hunting rifle glowing red, the hook glowing gold as well, the lamp glowing red too, the torch glowing blue which also lit up in blue flames on it's own, the mirror glowing purple, and finally the staff glowing green.

Each of the items slowly hovered in the air, wind seeming to pick up around you despite the lack of windows, and then suddenly a burst of green smoke spread throughout the room, temporarily blinding you as you coughed into your fist.

You swatted your hands around to clear the smoke, rubbing your teary eyes when a sound caught your attention. Not just any sound, it was the sound of a person, no, people! It was the sound of people!

When the smoke finally cleared, you were greeted by the sight of a dogpile of people, all groaning and moaning in pain, some muttering curses under their breaths as they struggled to get up from their current positions.

"Get off of me, you fools!"

A comanding feminine voice exclaimed.

"Ugh, you first, I can feel you stepping on my tail."

Another masculine voice grumbled.

"Ugh, get your slimey apendeges off of me, woman!"

Another masculine voice exclaimed in disgust.

"For the last time. It's not slime, you narcissistic oaf, it's mucus!"

Yet another feminine voice retorted.

"She's actually right, ya know? It's mucus, not slime. Had to learn that the hard way."

Yet another masculine voice says, agreeing with the person who spoke before them.

Whilst they were still arguing with one another, you figured now would be a great time to escape, slowly backing away, careful not to make a sound when you flinch as your back hits something sturdy and warm.

With a nervous gulp, you slowly crained your neck up only to see a tall gray skinned man with shark like teeth and blue flames for hair, looking down at you with a wide toothy grin.

"Hey there, nice to meet cha', you goin' somewhere, babes?"

The gray man asked in a casual tone, a hint of a threat hidden beneath it. Before you could respond, you yelped in surprise as you were suddenly grabbed by the back collar of your shirt and lifted a few feet away from the ground.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?~"

You froze as you were suddenly face to face with a big talking sack, your face growing pale when you noticed a centipede crawling out of its open stitched mouth.

The thing before you seemed to notice this, grinning even wider as they brought you closer to its face.

"What's wrong, little one? You feeling ssscaareeddd?~"

A snake had just slithered out of its mouth like a tongue and hissed at you as it trailed off the word 'scared'. Which made you scream as you kicked at his face in response, causing the thing to drop you as it held its face in pain.

"UGH! YOU LITTLE-"

The commotion seemed to finally catch the others' attention, finally registering your presence.

Before you could run off and escape, though, a tendril of black smoke wrapped around you, restricting your movement as it pulled you closer to the blue flame headed guy who merely chuckled as you thrashed around in his grip, successfully getting your arms out before trying to tug and yank the rest of the smokey tendrils off of you.

"Hey, fellas, I think I found the culprit to our little... Heh, predicament..."

The blue flame haired guy announced as he pulled you closer to him and grabbed ahold of your cheeks with one hand, forcing you to face the rest of the group.

The rest of them then approached, crowding around and glaring down at you.

"So you're the reason why we're in this mess... Speak. Why have you brought us here?"

The beautiful woman before you asked, no, commanded. Her pose is regal and sophisticated even as she looks down on you. She wore a golden crown atop her head, with a purple velvet dress and a black cape.

Your face morphed in confusion as you stared up at her, practically scanning her features.

For some reason, you feel like you've met her before.

You turn to the others as well, scanning them from head to toe.

A tall mean looking lady with greenish skin and black horns, a grumpy arabian guy dressed in red and black, a big intimidating asian dude, a woman with melanie martinez's hair but if she were emo, a guy that looks like a himbo, a fat drag queen with tentacles and light purplish skin, twinkish looking man with a fancy hat dressed in all red, twinkish looking man with a fancy hat no. 2 dressed in all purple, and a literal fucking lion.

After staring at the crowd before you, you turned your head back to properly look at the other three you had just met. The fat sack of creepy crawlies, the shark teethed flame head, and the literal fucking queen.

Stupid. That's what you currently felt. Not scared, not happy. Stupid.

How could you not recognize the people before you?? They were your literal childhood before you grew out of them. Gods, you felt so dumb for not realizing it sooner!

They were all Disney Villains!

Noticing that you seemed disappointed about something rather than fearful of their presence, the villains turned to one another with looks of confusion. Not used to this kind of reaction.

Hades, who still held you hostage decided to shake you out of whatever it is you were so hung up about.

"Oy, kid. You still with us? Kinda rude to just space out on people ya know?"

He asked, successfully snapping you out of your momentary internal berating.

"I... I know you guys..."

You muttered out loud, still in disbelief of the situation.

This caused the villains to smirk and perk up a little smugly, their ego rising at the thought of being recognized by someone they deemed lesser than then. Especially a certain muscle head.

"Ah yes, of course you've heard about the great Gasto-"

"You're all disney villains!"

You unintentionally cut off him off, your eyes widening as you clamped your mouth shut with your hands in realization of your mistake.

The villains were also caught off guard, not by your interruption, but by your statement.

"Disney... Villains?..."

Shan Yu slowly repeated, confusion evident in his tone.

You kept your mouth clamped shut, refusing to respond until a silver hook was pressed against your neck.

"You better spill, little one, or I'll slice through that pretty little neck of yours, and you don't want that now, do you?"

Captain Hook threatened, pressing his hook closer to your neck, nearly breaking the skin.

That was what led to all of you gathered in the living room, after begging asking to be released so you could explain to them, glancing at each disney villain from Maleficent to Oogie Boogie.

When Oogie Boogie noticed that you had glanced down at him, he sent you an eerie grin that made shivers crawl down your spine.

Out of all the Disney Villains present, He unsettled you the most.

The other's existence was reasonable and made sense to you.

Evil human beings of higher power and capabilities? Fine. A literal dark fae, an octupus lady, and a greek god? Good. A talking lion? Amazing. But a literal walking, talking, sack of bugs?

Burn it to the ground.

You take in a deep breath, exhaling through your nose in an effort to stay calm (spoiler alert it is not working) as you face the group of animated evil doers come to life with an uneasy smile.

"So... What would you like to know first?"

End of Part 1

Next Part

[inf3ct3dd]

ellie headcanons pt.5!!!

warnings: nada

content: loser!ellie x reader headcanons

authors note : ellie dug a hole into my skull and moved in

⁃ against bags for no reason. like her pockets are constantly full of things. random receipts, money, headphones, EVERYTHING. she takes her pants of and they jingle cuz they're filled with COINS.

⁃ knows how to do a back bridge and just HAS to let everyone know. you're watching tv and she's just on the floor like "look"

⁃ i feel like shes the type of person to just start fully eating an orange in the middle of class. like ur listening to the teacher talk and you're just hit by the most aggressive wave of CITRUS from behind you

⁃ constantly fighting the air... like she's just in the kitchen punching and kicking at NOTHING just because. she's always coming up to you and like take punching you and doing her own sound effects like “PWAH PWAH WAM WAPOW"

⁃ jar hoarder 😞😞 every time you buy anything that comes in a jar she's keeping it. literally won't let you throw them away!!! you guys don't even have cups anymore, its just jars and mugs.

⁃ speaking of mugs, ellie has just as many stupid mugs as she does stupid tshirts. absolutely has a lot of garfield mugs be she LOVES GARFEILD

- would buy a dry-erase board for your fridge and leave u little notes and drawings

⁃ "Every single time I see you, I become horny like a triceratops" with a little drawing of a triceratops"

⁃ breaks into incoherent ramblings when shes sleepy... like insane hypotheticals

"what if our bed just completely exploded right now"

⁃ whenever ur on facetime and it gets quiet she just breaks out into song. not even like good, trying singing but BAD SINGING.

⁃ she does that whenever it's quiet !!!

⁃ is listening to music CONSTANTLY. her headphones are actually attached to her ears like all DAY she's listening to something.

⁃ HATES THE BIG LIGHT (iykyk) she lives for low/ natural lighting definitely has so many lamps and led lights

⁃ can never sit normal.... like she is not beating the gay ppl sitting weird allegations she sits so ODD

⁃ will spend literal hours in the pool. doing flips, pretending to be a mermaid, 'making up' her own tricks, she lives for it & !!!

⁃ refuses to dress right for the weather. it'll be like 90° outside and shes in a whole hoodie and jeans.

⁃ has the WEIRDEST subway order. probably puts banana peppers on her shit 😭😭 she swears its the best thing ever

⁃ love's campy comedy movies, esp lesbian ones and horror movies (but im a cheerleader, bottoms, scary movie, etc) also def loves coming of age movies

⁃ has a letterbox account and makes extremely thought provoking reviews

literally her

⁃ always taking candids of you, and they're literally her favorite pictures

⁃ every time she sees two things next to eachother she's like "oh my god it's literally us!!"

⁃ one time she crashed her car and it literally fully flipped over and she just crawled out of the trunk and called you like "you would NOT believe what just happened to me."

- absolutely a waffles girl she needs the texture she likes the CRUNCH

⁃ but like she also loves bacon pancakes. like she's obsessed w adventure time and she makes bacon pancakes ALL THE TIME and she sings the song while she makes them

- eats trail mix like all day....she buys the giant jars and you make fun of her cuz she "likes eating nuts"

⁃ the most secret swifty ever. like she refuses to let it be known but she fully sobbed when she listened to folklore for the first time

⁃ obsessed w those baby sensory videos. like she will literally be entertained for hours

⁃ LOVES the lego movies, esp lego batman

⁃ the MOST honest shit talker ever like you'll be like "yeah she's just a really bad person" and she'd be like "she's also like disgustingly hideous...

⁃ her search history isn’t even weird or gross its just…random. like she’s definitely googled “how do cotton candy machines work” before

⁃ family guy enjoyer.....

⁃ her cf story is like insanely long n its filled w random memes she reposts and insane ramblings

taglist!!!! if ur name is crossed i can't tag u :((

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[danikamariewrites]

Hey so I saw your Cassian x hyperfem reader and it was just muah! Chef's kiss! Anyway I was wondering if you could do a Cassian x goth or alt reader. Like she loves black and extreme makeup and Halloween or the prithian equivalent. I don't see alot of characters that dress like me and I just wonder how they would take them?

Goth girlfriend headcanon

Cassian x reader

Notes: thank you anon! I love a good goth aesthetic, I hope you like it ♥️

Warnings: none

You met Cassian at Rita’s and he was enamored by your unique look

Your dark dress was flattering, your makeup was nothing like he’d ever seen before. Cassian had only ever paid attention to Mor’s makeup over the centuries so this was different

I’m talkin baby bangs, black hair, big eyeliner and dark eyeshadow, drawn on bottom lashes, lost of silver jewelry, lost of rings and necklaces, long black nails, black clothes, ripped tights, platform boots, and all black clothes

When Cassian approached you, you were a little hesitant. He isn’t usually your type but he was so shy and cute and tongue tied when he tried a bad pick up line on you

You had such a serious face that when you laughed and smiled up at him Cassian stopped breathing

On your first date you didn’t tone down your style. Why would you change for anyone?

When your style is toned down think Morticia Addams

Cassian picked you up for that first date and you expected him to not like it. When you opened the door his jaw dropped at the off the shoulder black velvet dress you were wearing. It clung to your curves in all the right places. And your makeup was pure artistry, he couldn’t believe you did it every day

Whenever you experiment with your makeup Cassian is always so supportive

You want to shave your eyebrows and draw them on? Go for it! You want to do wild eyeliner wings? Cassian will literally hold all your eyeliners for you and sit with you while you experiment

Cass loves to watch you do your makeup. Your concentrated face is just so cute

The first time Cass saw you without your makeup it was kind of a shock. He’s just so used to all the cosmetics covering/accentuating your features. Seeing your bare face made him a little speechless. It was the first time you were seeping over and only crazy people sleep with their makeup on

Cass watched you walk all the way from the bathroom to the bed, not sure what to say. “I know, I know,” you say a little defeated. “Go ahead and say it, I look odd without it.” You look Cassian dead in the eyes not wanting to show that you’re a little insecure. “You look just as beautiful,” he breathes out. Your eyes go wide at his confession. You climb onto his lap and hug Cass super tight

Moving in with Cass you have a bunch of dark decor from your apartment

Little skulls, LOTS of candles, black blankets, antique lamps and mirrors are spread around the house

The sight of your over the top platform boots next to his boots by the door makes him swoon. It shows your difference in aesthetics but your his

Sometimes you get odd looks from others while walking around Velaris

People think you’re a witch or too odd to be with the General and High Lord’s best friend

Cassian gets angry when he sees someone scowl at you but you’ve learned to brush it off. People just don’t get your style and that’s ok

Colorful outfits are rare for you

For Starfall you found a dark blue shimmery dress in town and you fell in love with it

Cassian thinks anything looks good on you and doesn’t care if you wear black or neon orange. But when he sees you in that shimmering gown his knees go weak

Hallows Eve is a semi dying holiday (Halloween is lowkey dying and I feel like no one trick-or-treats anymore) but still your favorite

Dressing up as anything you want, craving pumpkins, scary stories! What is there not to love! Not to mention all the sweet treats you can make

Cass and the IC don’t celebrate Hallows Eve but once you start dating he demands that it happens

Carving pumpkins together is a tradition Cassian wouldn’t miss for the world. He loves picking out the biggest pumpkin he can find and then regrets it when he has to clean it out

You always make fun of him for that, “I tell you every year, there’s going to be a lot of guts and you say you don’t care.”

Making candy apples is another favorite tradition for you two

Cassian’s first attempt was so bad, he burnt the apple and had no idea how it even happened. You couldn’t stop laughing because in your eyes that is an impossible thing to do

When Nyx is old enough and the holiday has become more popular in Velaris the IC starts dressing up

The first year Feyre didn’t know what to do for his costume so she came to you for help

You made Nyx the scariest looking zombie ever seen. Your makeup skills were put to the test with this one and when you were done Feyre and Rhys barley recognized their son

Nyx was so happy with how gross and scary he looked he couldn’t stop staring at himself in the mirror and giggling, “I love it auntie y/n! Can you do my costume every year?”

You never forced Cassian into a couples costume unless he asked. You liked to do your own thing and went all out with your costume

The year you got engaged Cassian was adamant about a couples costume so of course you hand made them and of course you two looked hot as fuck

You made sure Cassian was showing off an appropriate amount of skin and muscle and he let you do his makeup

[ancha-aus]

RealAgeAU Drabble - Kitten Lair

Hello I am back! @spotaus get in here friend!

And I know... I know... a bit earlier in the timeline again but i had an idea :D

:D :D :D

Because i am weak! :D

timeline wise: Nightmare got changed into a child like three and a half months ago in this drabble. so the gang has been in farmtale for two weeksish.

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Ccino pauses the clenaing of the counter as he waits impatiently for the last customer to leave. He loves and adores his cat cafe but it is already past 5 and he has been passive aggressively cleaning the tables around them.

Luckily the customers finish up soon after and leave with a cheerful wave.

Ccino rushes to turn the open sign to closed and turns off the main lamps. He closes the roll curtains and gets to work on cleaning the last table.

He however waits with cleaning the coffee machine, just in case.

Ccino keeps glancing at the enterance as he goes about cleaning up the cat toys and hearding the cats out of the kitchen once again. He fills their food bowls and puts fresh water into the water bowls and water fountains.

A glance at the clock shows that it is already half past six and Ccino sighs again.

No show again.

one of the cats stares at him and mews. Ccino glances over and knows it is Berry. He chuckles nad pets him "I dunno little Berry. Maybe I am overreacting..."

He can't help it. Ccino had just gotten used to having Nightmare visit once a week.

Many would proabbly tell him to tell the Stars. to make it obvious something was wrong. There had to be after all with Nightmare visiting.

Except that all Nightmare would do at first was study the cats. Ccino had once managed to collect all his courage, which wasn't a lot mind you, and ask Nightmare what he was doing.

Nightmare had looked at him before answering calmly. That he wanted to study the cats.

Ccino had been very worried. Mostly because there was one small detail about his cafe that people just seemed to ignore. there were the normal cats. the cats that ccino took in and helped find new owners for.

Then there were the special cats. the cats he would never let anyone adopt.

How do you explain that the reason a cat has blue fur is because the cat is somehow connected to an important player in the multiverse?

Yeah. He can't explain that.

Yet... none of the cross-multiverse customers ever seemed to notice. And that is saying something as the cats are not subtle!

But... Nightmare hadn't been here for that. He would always come after closing. He would just spend his time watching the cats interact and play togehter. And then he would leave after an hour.

Ccino had watched him watch them. Taking note that Nightmare never once actually reached out to touch them, even after the cats had gone over to investigate him!

he had pointed it out to nightmare once. just to see. mentioned that the cat near him now really liked pets. Nightmare had frowned slightly before slowly and so carefully petting the cat near him.

That had been a turning point. it is just... it is hard to see someone as evil and unredeemable when he just stared in wonder at a cat who accepted his petting.

Nightmare would keep coming by and Ccino would start to ask him what he wanted drink or food wise. Nightmare had been confused but Ccino had just pointed out the cafe part of the whole situation.

Nightmare would always order the same two things. An ice coffee with a lot of cream and sugar and the white chocolate cheesecake.

He would sit in a chair and just pet the cats that seemed to follow him around.

Nightmare meeting his own cat had been a sight to behold honestly. Noot had sneaked into the area without Ccino noticing only to have Nightmare suddenly have his own cat version licking his skull as if Noot had been planning on licking the goop away.

Trying to keep Noot or any of the gang cats away from Nightmare had been a struggle and eventually Ccino just gave up. He let the special cats near the outcode and nothing bad happened. Nightmar ejust petted the cats that came near him and left the ones who didn't alone.

Ccino sighs and turns off the coffee machine when it hits seven.

He is worried.

Which is stupid! There is no reason why Ccino should be worried about Nightmare! Maybe the other is just busy or something!

But here he is. waiting anxiously for one of his favourite customers to return.

Yes Ccino knows it is weird to grow slightly protective over a god but people just don't get it. Seeing someone interact with animals can change your perspective of someone and the way Nightmare just seemed so fascinated and mystified by the cats? Ccino can't explain how the wonder was just something he hadn't seen on just any customers. Nightmare had looked like he was only learning about cats for the first time in his life.

Ccino shakes his skull and focusses on the cats. he quickly finds Noot and their newest arrival.

Ccino smiles "Hey there Noot. How is your little friend doing?"

Noot opens his one eye and looks up before moving one of his four tails and revealing the little kitten that had just appeared.

Ccino has a good idea of who this little cat is. He had heard the rumours going around. About Dust and Cross having been spotted with a tiny babybones.

Ccino figures that is the kitten. Still strange that Noot was the one to first show up wiht the kitten just riding his back. It wasn't until a while later that the others in the cat gang got invested in the kitten, Dust- euh. Murder was first. Murder would pick the kitten up and go towards a spot and lazily clean the ktiten in the warm sunlight. Killer- well Stain was next. He went all up in Murder's business to get near the kitten. All while Noot just watched over them. Rust had been next and made sure to bring food to the tiny kitten. Rust never seemed to mind the ktiten playing even if it hit the headwound. Oreo was last but was now all over the kitten. staying near and watching continuously.

Another curious thing. How the five adult cats made sure to keep the new kitten far away from any of the other cats. a few tried and Ccino had been worried Murder would live up to his name for a moment there.

Ccino smiles nad pets Noot "Maybe that is why he hasn't visited... I am going to assume you are the baby's main babysitter with how often you are clsoe to the kitten."

It is just.. Noot has been getting slower and weaker. it may not be obvious to others but it was obvious to Ccino. the way Noot tended to hide more. ate less. spend more time just laying around instead of stalking others. How Noot would no longer climb to high places and just stay near the ground.

It is worrisome.

But Ccino has no idea what to do with this information... In matter of fact everyone seemed happy about the fact that the gang was quiet.

Ccino carefully strokes the soft fur of Noot "I am sorry i can't help more."

Noot however looks fully calm as he pushes his skull into the hand for a pet before turning back to the kitten and cleaning him.

Ccino follows the sight. It is a pretty little kitten alright. A beautiful black coat which seems to shine a slight purple in the direct sunlight. soft purple eyes and just the cutest little pink nose and pink toebeans.

The tiny kitten mews uphappily as Noot cleans him. some of that very soft fur sticking up from the cleaning.

Ccino sighs as he pets the older cat, noting that the sharp eyes seemed duller as well, before going to check the other cats. seeing the four other cats join their leader and kitten.

Ccino tries to calm himself as he goes back to the kitchen to finish cleaning and preparing.

everything is going to be okay.

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Look. I am not gonna lie. I am weak for Ccino and Nightmare having been friends :D

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[jungkookstatts]

Massage Envy

[Summary]: Jungkook’s been stressed these days. What’s a better way to relax him other than a massage?

[Theme]: Established relationship!AU

[Rating]: 18+, explicit content, blow job, slight ass play, fluff if you squint, lots of making out, very sensual lovin’

[Word Count]: 4,939

[Author’s Note]: This is so descriptive 😀. I wanna say this was one of the first fan fics I wrote…at least of JK. So, bare with it. I tried to edit my terrible writing as much as I could ㅜㅡㅜ

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“Feel good?” you question as you dig your thumbs into your boyfriend’s shoulders. You sigh happily, knowing that the man beneath you is receiving some form of release, as your fingers circulate into his honey skin. The knots in Jungkook’s muscles completely unravel beneath your fingertips, and you’re determined to unravel every last one of them for the rest of the night. He deserves it, anyways.

You wanted to give your boyfriend relief after the hell he put himself through this week. Jungkook knew it too – his body was too spent to deny help at this point, and the only person he is comfortable with seeing himself this way is you. So, of course, he readily gave himself to you, allowing you to rub away at the damage and replace it with your tender touches.

Jungkook groans in response to you, languidly nodding his head against the pillows. Sitting just below his ass, you press his body further into your shared mattress as you continue to work your hands lovingly into his skin.

Your boyfriend lies face-down on his side of the bed; his long, black hair is fanned out across the silk cover of the pillowcase, creating a little black halo of hair around his skull. The room is somewhat dark, only Jungkook’s table lamp lighting up the small corner of your shared bedroom. The light perfectly reflects the shine of his hair, and you can’t help but admire how well taken care of it is as he shifts his head into a non-verbal “yes”.

“I lovfe yhou sooooo much, bahbe–” Jungkook muffled against the pillow, his face totally smushed in the depths of the fabric. He sounds completely relaxed – voice scratchy and spent – as he allows himself to completely surrender to your touch.

Flustered at his confession, you work your thumbs harder into the knots on his shoulders, loving the way he immediately tenses and then relaxes as you smooth out the tightness within them.

Jungkook came home from practice today tense as a board. His muscles were rock hard, he couldn’t seem to sit still or take the time to breathe correctly, and he had a headache so frustrating and annoying he looked as if he was going to cry.

For the past few days, the man’s been training nonstop, working his body to the breaking point on one day and then working past that point on the next. You knew telling him to just “calm down” or “take a break” would fly right past his head – in one ear and out the other. It is not very useful advice, either. But you’re not good with words, and you didn’t have the right ones to say at the moment, either.

Your boyfriend is stubborn and is probably the most meticulous perfectionist you know; finding a way to comfort him when he is like this is not easy. He almost always goes his own way to get things done, refusing to allow anyone to interfere or help. Jungkook has told you before that it is like receiving a punch to the face when someone notices he looks off or thinks that he needs help with something he has been working on really hard on his own. He wants to appear strong and capable, regardless of his condition. Especially to you.

It has gotten better over time, though. The longer you explore each other, the better he feels about reaching out to you for comfort or help. You love seeing the transformations the two of you have overcome within yourselves since starting a relationship all those years ago. You two have really changed so much.

The smile on your face as Jungkook willingly slumped against you at the mention of a massage reminded you of that change. How, if you were to ask him if you could give him one because of his state a few years ago, he would have totally missed out on the opportunity. But now, he completely embraces your help, your concern, all of you, and all of himself – flaws and all.

“Love you, too,” you chuckle before leaning down to kiss his shoulder affectionately. Reaching for the peach-scented body oil on his nightstand, you quickly pop the lid open and tilt the bottle over his back. The oil slowly trickles onto his skin, the shallow lighting making the liquid on his honey skin all the more self-evident. It tempts you as it slides down his back in slow, thick drops.

“You need to take better care of yourself, babe,” you reprimand him as you spread the oil down to his lower back. “You can’t continue to improve if you don’t listen to your body.”

You watch the pinkish oil smear between your fingers as you touch his skin. The intimacy of the moment and the low lighting of the room makes something within you stir. Giving each other massages isn’t a foreign task between you two. In fact, they’ve developed into small mannerisms of affection in your relationship. They usually shift between gentle rubs on the shoulders while waiting for the other to finish up some online work, a hand massage whilst holding hands, or a tummy rub after eating one too many king-sized spicy ramen bowls. They are small gestures that both you and Jungkook admire.

But something about this massage – right when he needs it the most – makes the butterflies in your tummy relentlessly flutter their wings. The fluster it creates within you prompts you to circle your thumbs deeply along the outer muscles of his spine. Judging from the way he physically jolts as you work the area, you assume that the muscles there were abused the most over the last few days. You keep that in mind as you continue kneading his back.

“Mmhmmm – ahh jagiya — right there,” he groans, dismissing your earlier statement. The way your hands have found nearly every sore spot on his back has Jungkook completely blissed out. It feels so good – almost orgasmic, even – when your fingers rub away at the tension he ignored for so long. It has him thanking the heavens for your wonderful hands and simultaneously cursing at himself for not acknowledging them more in the past.

He must worship them later, he’s decided.

Listening to your boyfriend, you move your fingers firmly down near the lowest parts of his spine, which evokes an even deeper moan from his throat. You can hear it loud and clear, even though the front of his body is pushed like a brick against the sheets as you work your hands on him. It’s so deep, it sends heavy shocks throughout his entire body (and yours).

Sitting on top of him, you can’t help but blush. You aren’t a rock – of course, his moans would spark the dirtiness within you to flush your cheeks into a dark hue. No matter the innocent intent you had prior to the massage, you can’t deny your boyfriend’s reactions to your touches make your pussy ache for more.

He sounds so sexy and raptured. The way he groans when you hit the spots he can’t reach, and the way he whines when you massage the spots that are the tensest – all of it has your cheeks hot and your thighs feeling like jello. You wonder if he can feel the pool between your thighs grow with each moan that physically vibrates through his body and straight to your core.

But this massage is not about you, and these dirty thoughts have no place here. Especially when you’re trying so graciously to knead his muscle-y, hot, tense, sexy back with domestic care. Yep, they have no place here. No place at all. Even though the angle you sit at gives you the perfect view of his toned ass. In fact, you have the perfect view of his entire backside. With every massage against a sore spot, his thighs flex underneath you and unknowingly lift you higher until they relax again.

It’s all too much…his back, skin, ass, thighs, arms… the way he whimpers and moans and tenses from your fingers alone. How can you stay innocent when sounds so sweet underneath you?

You can’t help but want to please him in a different way now – still with your hands, and still to bring him to the pit of relaxation. Just…in a different area…for a different part of the brain.

Your stare wanders around his back. His broad shoulders are wide and stretched out for you, his forearms resting just underneath his pillow while his biceps poke out from the pillow like a triangle, supporting his head from underneath. The skin of his shoulders teases you with memories of when they had the reddest of scratches and the purplest of love bites covering the large surface. You have to make him feel that kind of good tonight. Maybe even better.

Challenging him, you lift your ass off his upper thighs and bring your lips to the very base of his neck before kissing the skin there softly. It’s feather-light, testing the waters before you dive in. You can feel the goosebumps appear under the hand that still works his muscles at his lower back. The other slowly slides up the side of his chest with ease. With the help of the oil, your hand against his warm skin slides like silk underneath your fingertips, feeling his body underneath you slowly and sensually.

Jungkook shivers as your mouth hovers above his skin, waiting for what you’ll do next. He gulps as you make your next move, sucking on the skin you just kissed. Your tongue is so hot and wet, lapping and sucking at his skin with slow passion. He whimpers underneath you, loving the way your touch turned from moral to intimate.

Jungkook would be lying if he said the whole experience wasn’t just as sexy for him, too. You turned him on from the moment you sat on the back of his thighs and dripped the hot oil onto his back. Your heat is so obvious to him – your heartbeat thumping through your pussy, gathering more heat against his thighs with each garbled moan and whimper that left his mouth. You are basically dripping through your night shorts. Although, he cannot tease you for it, because his own cock painfully pokes against the fabric of the mattress as you sit on his ass.

Your hand pressing on his lower back parallels the motion of your hand on the opposite side, just underneath his arm. Both glide to his upper back with the help of the oil as you begin to kiss down his spine. You manage to find a place between a few pecks against his spine to whisper, “Turn around for me,”

And he does in a heartbeat, immensely determined to feel you on his lap. Jungkook doesn’t know if he can wait anymore. He wants to feel you brushing against his length as you spread oil all over his chest and abs. He wants your hands on him again, to feel your fingers torture his skin and keep him begging for more. The thought alone has blood rushing straight to his already straining cock in his tight boxers.

Once settled, you softly plop yourself right on top of his dick, sending him a smirk whilst his jaw tightens at the feeling of his cock resting beneath your core. Jungkook looks at you with need, his bottom lip tortured underneath his front teeth as he watches you start to move your hips tremendously slow against his.

You can feel the way his dick twitches when you place your oily hands firmly against his lower abs, slowly moving up toward his nipples. You rest your hand flat on his chest, trapping his nipples between your index and middle finger. Jungkook lets out an airy grunt as you leisurely bring the two digits together, gently pinching the sensitive buds between them. Jungkook’s breath hitches in his chest as you start to move your fingers with his nipples trapped between them, the sensitivity exciting him beyond belief.

Your hands leave his nipples and continue their northern journey up to his clavicles, then to his neck, and finally his jaw. Softly holding his face in your hands, you lower your face to his. Jungkook’s eyes close in anticipation, his face gently pressing up towards yours, expecting to be kissed. He whines when you antagonize him with just a light brush of your lips against his.

Jungkook breathes deeply against your mouth, exhaling in torment and inhaling with the highest level of self-control he can muster.

“Please,” he begs just above a whisper.

Eyes closed and a tortured wrinkle between his brows, he waits for your lips to break the tension. He is so patient and willing tonight, so you decide to reward him with a firm press of your lips to his, moving against his soft mouth surely.

You can feel the vibration of the moan he lets out from his lips smacking against yours. His voice travels straight to your core, prompting your hips to circle his own faster in search of friction.

Jungkook swipes his tongue against your lips, feeling the desire for your tongue to dance with his own. His hands come up to your jaw, holding you in place against his mouth as if you’d run away if he didn’t hold you there himself.

Jungkook grunts at the way your hips harshly grind against his. He wants more of you – he always wants more of you – but his head is too fuzzy with pleasure to think straight. You’re kissing him stupid.

His body acts on its own, his large hands moving from your jaw to under your night shirt. Hot palms follow his desire to feel you as he cups the area just under your boobs, thumbs swiping back and forth against the skin underneath them. He can feel your heartbeat thumping rapidly underneath his palm, prompting him to lightly circle his thumb over the aroused area of your breast. Jungkook’s mouth still moves in tandem with yours as he tweaks your nipples in between his fingertips.

Jungkook groans at the way you gently bite on his lower lip before trailing your kisses down to his neck. He only gets louder when you find his sweet spot before he can even process the fact that you’re sucking on his neck. Jungkook’s head falls back onto the pillows as his hands move down to grip your ass in his hands. Groping both cheeks firmly, he pulls them apart before grinding them down harshly onto his bulge, giving one of them a harsh smack out of his pure arousal.

You attack his neck, forming bruise after bruise on his precious skin. Your boyfriend flushes his body into yours from pleasure. You want to wreck him so badly. Feeling evil and lustrous, you bite his sweet spot hard, overcome by the man underneath you. Jungkook’s mouth falls open at the feeling, head pressing further against the cushion of the pillow.

Still kissing his neck, you reach for the bottle on the nightstand, pop the lid open with your thumb, and tip the bottle over his chest. The oil runs all over his tanned skin, slowly covering it with a teasing glow over his chest and abs. Raising your head, you stare down at the man beneath you lovingly, looking into his eyes with lust as you continue to grind on his cock firmly.

Your hands venture from his chest to his clavicles, shoulders, arms, and hands, and then back to his pecks, stopping briefly to play with his nipples again.

Jungkook’s breath hitches in his throat as you roll them between your fingers, his eyes fluttering slightly as he tries his hardest to keep eye contact with you.

Impulsively, his hips buck into your own when you come down to suck one into your mouth, licking and biting at the sensitive area of his chest. Jungkook tries to control his breathing, he really does, but it feels so good. Too good. And you haven’t even touched his dick yet.

Grinning at the way his chest uncontrollably tightens from your mouth, you reach for more oil before dripping the liquid down his abs. It trickles over his pack, the six defined rolls acting as hills when the oil attempts to slip over each one.

Picking up the pace, you move your hips faster against him. You watch his eyes flutter closed, enjoying the way your thinly clothed core rubs against the front of his Calvin’s. His cock is completely hard and throbbing against you. You’re driving him mad with everything that is you. He could cum right now if you’d let him, but he knows better.

Fingers spreading the oil across his abs, you enjoy the way your boyfriend’s eyebrows fuse together in pure satisfaction. Jungkook’s head feels dazed and light when you begin to kiss him on the skin just below his ear.

“Look at me, Jungkook,” you whisper against the cartilage of his ear.

Jungkook shivers at your voice in his ear, listening to your breathy sighs against his skin, feeling your wet lips kiss him from his ears to his neck, to his chest, all the way down to his clothed dick behind his black boxers. He stares at you like you asked him to, watching you intensely as you rest between his thighs, lightly kissing his covered shaft.

Jungkooks fists ball the sheets beside him, his head falling back at the feeling before quickly returning back to your gaze.

“Please,” he begs you again, cheeks flushed, ears red, and breath heavy from the teasing you have given him. He tries his best not to buck his hips at you, channeling the desire in his throat instead, swallowing harshly and waiting patiently to be touched.

Jungkook groans when he watches your mouth lick from his base to tip on the thin fabric, tongue teasing his cock.

“Nghhh–” he whines, briefly tilting his head back again in an effort to keep his control. “Fuck, please, baby. I need you so bad.”

Wrapping your lips around his clothed head, you hum deeply against him, sending shocks of ecstasy throughout his entire cock. Jungkook’s thighs tense at the feeling, trying to direct the pressure to his legs instead of having it tempt his vision from falling back again. He needs you, and the only way you will give him what he wants is if he does what is asked of him.

“Okay, baby,” you finally give in, chuckling a little when he sighs loudly in relief. He truly doesn’t know how long he is going to last in your mouth, but he knows for a fact he’s probably going to have one of the best orgasms of his life from just your mouth alone.

Hooking your index fingers under the waistband of his boxers, you slowly and gently tug them down his legs and onto the floor, watching his cock spring up in excitement.

The sight has your mouth watering immediately – dick red and angry, just asking to be sucked on. Licking your lips, you softly cup his balls in one hand and grip the base of his cock in the other. Jungkook’s head falls back, biting his lip so hard he swears he will bleed. His fists scratch at the mattress, trying his best not to release from finally being touched in the area he’s been begging for release from.

“Watch me, Jungkook, or I’ll stop,” you command, giving his balls a squeeze.

“Okay–ffuckk–o-okay,” he moans, quickly bunching up the pillows behind his head to get a better look at you. Jungkook gulps at the sight: your lips are so wet, basically drooling on his cock. Your hands grip his dick in the way he loves best, your face so determined to give him pleasure. He’s never seen anything so goddamn sexy before in his life. And to think you’re all his…the fact makes him go absolutely insane underneath you.

You lick at his tip teasingly, keeping eye contact with him to make sure he’s not taking his eyes off you. Jungkook stares back at you with drunken eyes. He’s flushed and obedient to whatever you do to him, ready for you to play with his pleasure.

You can’t help but give in, teasing him again with your tongue along his frenulum, lapping it up and down on the sensitive fold.

Your hands slowly pump the base of his cock, palms gliding well with the help of the oil from earlier. You don’t go all the way up to his tip, just to edge him further.

“G-god, you’re so fffucking mean,” he laughs tightly in his chest. He’s struggling, but it only makes you smile, loving that he knows that you’re the one in charge tonight.

Looking at his chest as you move your mouth from his frenulum to the tip of his head, smiling at the way he tries to keep his calm when you slick your tongue up and down across the most sensitive part of him. Lips wrapping around his angry tip, you suck him harshly as your wrists flick slowly up and down the rest of his cock, twisting all the way up to your mouth and back down to the base.

“A-ahhh, j-jagi,” Jungkook whines, hands trapping your hair tightly in his fists.

You stare at him the whole time, watching his face go from frustrated to pure euphoria as he struggles to keep his eyes open. After a few more strokes of his cock, one of your twisting hands leaves his dick to skim your fingertip across the skin connecting his balls to his shaft.

Your tongue delves further down his dick, your mouth following afterward, sinking down onto him completely, your nose nudging the skin of his pelvis.

“Nghhh..!” he nearly shouts, legs tensing – almost kicking – against the bedding.

Jungkook’s eyes come back and forth between the back of his skull and your face a few times before you swallow his top at the back of your throat. At this point, his grip on your hair is so tight, your own eyes start to roll back in pleasure.

Jungkook moans so loudly into the empty air of your bedroom that you feel your own slick start to uncomfortably drip down the side of your thigh. Your cunt is pulsing and hot, begging for friction as you deliver pleasure to your sweet boyfriend.

He is just so sexy like this, struggling to follow your demand whilst receiving euphoric pleasure. Your pussy can’t take it anymore, and you suddenly find yourself reaching your free hand down past your night shorts, circling your clit as you trace the outer rim of his ass with your other hand.

Swallowing a few more times around him, you bring your mouth back up to his tip only to sink back down on him again. Gathering a semi-quick pace to fuck him with, you watch his face and thigh muscles contort in euphoric unison. The finger gently plays with his ass coming back and forth between his balls, shaft, and ass as you bob your head up and down on him, your tongue swirling around him altogether.

Jungkook is going absolutely mad, whimpering and moaning as you continue to wrap him around your pretty little finger, watching your beautiful face fuck him with your mouth willingly. Just cause you want to.

It takes everything in him not to say "fuck it" and buck his hips violently into your mouth. He fights his pleasure and your set rule in a bloody war between obedience and desire. You can tell with the way his eyes struggle to not find purchase at the back of his head, and the way his dick twitches in your mouth every so often. His reactions have you rubbing at yourself harder, and before long, you moan into him as your slick gathers around your fingers.

Jungkook hadn't noticed you started touching yourself until now. The slick from your pussy snaps in the air as you harshly rub your fingers against yourself. Jungkook's eyes trail from your face to your hand, circling yourself fast and hard between your legs. At the sight, his thighs tense harshly against you, threatening to close around your body and trap you tightly between his legs. His toes curl at the sight of you touching yourself, the scene so sexy that his cock twitches uncontrollably in your mouth. Pushing a finger into his ass from the loss of eye contact, you watch his eyes and head go back completely, giving up on your request as your finger finds his prostate.

"Ahh, ah—mGHhhh, ba-baby...gonna cum. I'm gonna cum—" He moans euphorically. Jungkook pushes your head down onto his cock quickly, his hips bucking upwards into your throat.

He thrusts into your mouth now, completely disobeying himself and your word. But after seeing you touch yourself just from sucking him off, he can’t listen to anything else but his desire.

You choke against him, tears forming at the edges of your eyes. Jungkook's head seizes deep into the cushion of the pillows, neck tense and strained as he completely empties his balls into your mouth, the hot thick ropes of his release filling you up. You take all of him, refusing to waste a drop.

You keep trailing your finger in, out, and around his balls and ass as you suck his cum into your mouth for what felt like a full minute, watching him pant and moan your name incoherently as he does so. You take it all graciously, enjoying the way his gratefulness for you shows in the way he continues to release himself.

Lifting your mouth from his cock, you rest your forehead against his upper thigh as you whimper and gasp against him. Not soon after, your cunt gushes all over your fingers, letting it soak your panties and shorts. You moan against his thigh while your fingers work through the last few waves of your orgasm.

The two of you breathe harshly against each other for a few minutes. Your bodies sink into the mattress heavily, allowing yourselves to take the time to catch your breath. That is until you break the silence with a shy giggle.

"What's—" He rasps, clearing his throat before continuing. "What's so funny?"

You hum, kissing his thigh lovingly before looking up to his fucked-out face. "You made me cum my pants."

"Heh," He smiles, leaning his head back against the pillows again, giving you a sickeningly hot view of his neck. You watch his Adam's apple move up and down from his next words "Yeah, well, I think you gave me the best head I've ever received in my life. Didn't think sucking cock would make you cum that hard, though."

"I always feel like that when I suck your cock," You smirk, to which Jungkook eyes you, telling you not to make him horny again. You chuckle before climbing up his body to kiss his lips.

Jungkook can't help but smile against you, though still completely dazed from his orgasm. He doesn't care in the slightest that he can taste himself on your lips. He only cares about the way your lips slowly tuck into his in soft, drawn-out motions.

"I love you," You mumble against his cherry lips.

"I love you, too," He smiles sweetly, tucking your hair behind your ear. "Thank you for taking care of me. I know I can ignore self-care sometimes, but I'll try to be better. For both you and me."

Smiling at his words, you kiss the tip of his nose before nuzzling your face into his neck, breathing his familiar scent deeply.

"Although, if I get that kind of treatment every time I go overboard..."

You pinch his shoulder, eliciting a sexy chuckle from his chest.

"Shut up, loser. Acknowledge my massage."

Jungkook turns himself into you, pulling you closer into his chest whilst laughing deeply in your ear, his breath lightly tickling the side of your neck.

"Your massage was wonderful," He whispers, kissing your forehead sweetly. "Let me give you one next time, yeah?"

Taking a deep breath against his chest, you tightly wrap your arm under his, hand coming to grab at his shoulder. Jungkook hugs you as you tighten around his body. His fingers gently trap your chin between them, moving your face up to his.

Jungkook stares at you questionably, waiting for a response. He looks at you with one eyebrow raised, and the other relaxed. The tiny mole underneath his bottom lip is extremely visible from where you stare up at him. His cherry lips tempt you yet again, swollen and red from harsh tugs delivered against them earlier this evening. You watch his dark brown eyes stare down at your own puffy lips. He gives in first, letting his lips feel the velvet of your own. Jungkook sighs into you, rubbing your back soothingly as he swipes and brushes his lips against yours like honey.

Pulling away, you look at his face, feeling an overwhelming amount of love surge through your entire body. He keeps his eyes closed, basking in the feeling of your body so close to his.

"I'd like that," You whisper against his cheek. Jungkook opens his eyes again, tugging his lips upwards as he slowly nudges his nose against yours.

After a few more moments, he gently scoops you into his arms, lifting you up in his strong hold, before carrying you to the bathroom to clean you two up.

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[End. Do not copy. Original work of @jungkookstatts , 2023]

[summerlycoris]

Puhpandas had a great idea recently (glitchtrapped Tony.) And I wanted to take a stab at the concept.

More specifically at the "What happens after." bit. Hint- Tony gets lost and ends up back near his old house.

Under a readmore because it could be triggering if you've been physically assaulted before. There's feelings in this that could touch on nerves.

********

He'd traced his steps, along a familiar road. Now he stood on the street, facing his old house. He felt all dazed, and confused.

Why?

Everything hurt- his back, his stomach, his neck, his arms. And something bad had happened to him. His head ached, but not nearly as much as his heart ached. 

'... Because it's not my home, it's their home, and I'm wanted no more…'

He couldn't go home. Because it wasn't his home anymore. It was someone else's now. He couldn't remember how to get to his Grandma's from here. He couldn't remember a lot of things.

(He didn't want to remember.)

What had happened? He'd gone to the pizzaplex? Gregory had been there? 

Did someone jump me on the way home?

He knew what really happened. But he couldn't believe it- didn't believe it- it hurt too much- He could feel something poking around inside his mind. Something he'd been trying to ignore. 

He didn't cry. Or sob. He just hurt. 

Get out of my head get out of my head get out of my head-

He was on the swings suddenly, in the park that sat down between their street, and the next street over. He hummed a song absent-mindedly. One of those old songs that Grandma would play on her old record player. A song that his Mom sometimes sang along to.

I'm missing time? Did I got abducted by aliens?

Ellis would laugh with him about it next week, when they'd meet up at school again.

They used to play here a lot, when they were in elementary school together. Pretending the playground was a pirate ship. That the floor was a crocodile infested river- so you'd have to jump from circle to circle, never landing on the soft blue floor. Making the merry-go-round spin so fast, that they both would get thrown off it after a dizzy spell, and collapse to the ground laughing and carrying on-

It just made his heart ache more. His brain pounding against his skull.

He kicked his legs uselessly. He wasn't swinging. Not really. Just sitting. Just trying not to be still. He wasn't going anywhere.

The playground didn't have any lights that stayed on at night. It wasn't that kind of playground, where you'd need to worry about teens going there and doing bad things in the dark. This was a good part of town. Nothing bad could happen here. 

The only lights were distant street lamps, and the starlight filtering down.

What time is it?

Tony had a watch. Had a watch- it was missing now. So was his entry pass to the pizzaplex.

Did someone mug me?

He also had a different shirt than he'd worn to school- a Bonnie longsleeve? Hadn't they stopped selling these? Where did he get it?

Did someone… reverse mug me??

The sun was starting to rise in the distance. He could understand why they'd given him a new shirt- his old one. That had... gotten stained, hadn't it?

How long have I been here?

His arms and belly felt weird. He lifted his shirt and sleeves to look at them. Well... He wasn't gonna stain his new shirt, at least. He stopped looking- it just made him feel queasy.

Lights were coming on in the houses, one by one. He could see a light on over at Ellis's house, through the back yard. 

He could go there. And they could have breakfast together. They could pretend they'd had a sleepover together, like old times. Ellis could loan him a sleeping bag. A watch. A new head. And nothing bad would have happened to him and there would be nothing weird poking around in his head and his heart would stop aching and-

And Ellis's Mom was there. Standing in front of him.

How long has she been there?

He started a little, nearly falling backwards before clutching the chains tighter. 

"Tony- It's okay. It's Olivia, do you remember me?" She had her hands in front of her, in a way that should probably have been calming. 

He caught his breath, and felt panic start to ease out of him. He nodded. And she seemed to relax a little, too. 

"Oh, good. Sweetie- listen. I've rang your Mom. She's on her way now. And so are the police. Okay?" She looked at him intently, and kneeled down in front of him. While he kicked his legs and stared off into the distant sky. The stars were going out.

"Tony? Did you hear me?"

"Um. Yes. Sorry Mrs Martinez." 

He couldn't look at her. This is so embarrassing. Having to be picked up by his Mom like this. Had he and Ellis broken another vase trying to play skip rope indoors? That was a silly thing to do, Tony. You know better-

He could feel her eyes looking through him. 

"Do you… want to talk about it, sweetie?"

He shook his head frantically, and choked out "No- no- no-"

"Hey, sweetie. It's okay. You're okay now. Everyone was so worried about you…" 

Why?

She looked at him so pitifully. Had he said that out loud?

A car pulled up, on his old street. A familiar car. Mom's car. 

And she was there. So quick, he'd barely seen her race up to him. He thought she'd grab him, and swing him around in a spinney-hug. She used to do that, when he was little. 

Instead she stopped next to Mrs Martinez. It looked like she'd been crying earlier. She was still crying. 

His head kept hurting. Pounding in a rhythm now. He couldn't take it much longer-

She couldn't get any words out. Mouth gaping open like a fish's would. But he could get the message- What happened to you?

He went to answer, but felt… sleepy. Really sleepy. He was gonna fall off this swing any second-

But he didn't fall. Instead he heard his voice talking to his Mom. It sounded strange to him. Like he was listening underwater…

"Mom, I… I lost track of time at the pizzaplex. It got dark, and someone h-hurt me when I was walking home… please don't be mad…"

He went to sleep as Mom pulled his imposter into a hug.

[hollandsangel]

perfect | s. harrington

my first steve fic!! he is so dear to me 🫶

mei ( @ddejavvu ) helped me brainstorm this, so thank you lovie <3 (you should literally see our dms lol)

summary: steve thinks you’re perfect

warnings: nothing much!! talk of boobs and thighs and stuff but nothing sexual!! steve being dramatic

wc: 1.2k

this is my favourite gif if steve ever. amen. (gif creds to theedorksinlove)

“i swear to god, if one more person takes out sixteen candles, i’m going back to scoops,” robin sighs, a little exasperated as she plucks the film from the stack of tapes and slides it back into its rightful place on the shelf. you just roll your eyes at your friend's theatrics, legs kicking out from your spot on the countertop.

it’s dark outside now, considering it’s nearing ten pm. the moody lighting of the street lamps on the parking lot reminds you that family video will be closed for the night in another fifteen minutes, and you’ll be able to sidle into steve’s car and head home. steve’s on the phone now, trying to talk a customer through the return process and giving a gratuitous apology when they complain about not having enjoyed their movie. he’s been pacing behind the desk for ten minutes, getting himself tangled in the phone cord. you reach forward and grab his elbow with one hand and the cord in the other, dragging him about until he’s freed.

“you know, i actually think i could go for a little micheal schoelffling right about now,” you speak up, spinning around so your legs dangle over the front of the desk rather than inside. robin shoots you a glare and you just toss her a teasing grin back, hopping off the counter and turning to catch a glance at steve whose brow is creased in frustration. 

“yes sir, we’d be happy to help you pick out a new movie tomorrow. yes. yes, we open at 9 am sir.” he sighs and rubs at his forehead. you catch his eye and give him a small, sympathetic pout. “have a good night, bye now.” the phone finally makes its way back to the receiver, and your boyfriend lets out the biggest groan, mixed with a sigh as it releases from his chest.

you lean over the countertop and smooth your thumb between his brows, correcting the wrinkle that had resided there, “tough customer?” you ask. steve drops his head between his shoulders, elbows braced on the sticky surface.

“tell robin she has to answer the phone from now on,” he hasn’t looked up yet.

you snicker and muss your hand through his hair, making him slump fully onto folded arms.

“i heard that,” robin says, standing from her crouched position and dusting off her thighs mid-step on her way back to the two of you.

your hand is still placed gingerly on the back of steve’s skull, fingers timidly working at his scalp, “you guys need any help closing?” you ask. steve makes a non-committal sound and robin swats his arm.

“tell your girlfriend she doesn’t work here,” she says and steve springs up, hair flopping into his eyes and landing on his head messily. he doesn’t even look at robin, you’re already in his line of view with half a smirk on the side of your mouth.

“baby, you don’t work here,” he says it all too quickly like there are no spaces between the words, “just sit pretty,” steve says, giving you a sickeningly sweet smile. you roll your eyes like it’s a full response.

before you get a chance to actually say anything, robin pokes at steve’s shoulder and he winces softly. “what’s this?” she asks. steve straightens out and looks where she’s pointing, a little red mark peeking out from the cuff of his polo. “did dustin punch you or something?” she tries to answer her own question, and before steve can stop her, she’s lifting the material. slowly, you register what is about to happen.

“ew, dude, why do you have bite marks on your shoulders– y/n was that you?” she looks mortified but she’s also grinning. nothing brings robin buckley more joy than absolutely badgering you and steve.

you look at steve with a “how are we supposed to deny this?” look to which he just stares back, pushing away and standing fully to walk away. but not before muttering, “you should see her thighs,” under his breath.

you choke on nothing.

robin though, barks out a laugh, poking steve at the top of his spine before he gets too far away. “don’t you worry stevie, i have,” she taunts, leaning back against the counter with a smug smirk.

steve is halfway to the horror section when he stops dead in his tracks. “you what?” he spins on his heel, “why have you seen my girlfriend’s thighs???”

you drum your palms on the counter and move away, “this is my cue to leave…” you say to no one in particular, ready to run for the door.

“hey! y/n/n–what are you– baby come back!” steve makes a small advancement towards you, hand waving in the air, even if the cash desk stands between the two of you.

you and robin make eye contact and snicker at the panic in his voice. she nods her chin towards him, “what? you jealous, stevie?”

“what?” steve starts, one hip jutted out and arms folded over his chest, “have you seen her boobs too?”

neither of you speaks, only share a guilty glance.

“oh you have got to be kidding me!! why? why have you seen my girlfriend's boobs?” he is actually exasperated. aghast. 

“what?” you cry out defensively, dropping your eyes from his and shrugging your shoulders, “that’s just what girls do,” you explain, shooting robin a look that cries ‘help me!!’

“yeah,” robin stutters, eyes going wide and face blooming with amusement at steve’s distress, “sleepover stuff, no biggie,” she shrugs it off.

steve’s eyes are still huge and his mouth keeps forming around words but he can’t seem to speak them. you can’t help but swell affection for how dramatic he is.

“what! i just..” you sigh, shoulders falling from their tensed position near your jaw, “i wanted to make sure they were…you know…okay,” steve picks up on your sudden shyness, how your eyes cast downward and you seem slightly embarrassed.

“you…you–you–you wanted to make sure your tits were okay before i saw them??”

robin feels like she’s intruding and starts to slowly back away from the scene before her, barely catching your evasive shrug.

“no one’s ever seen them before…i dunno,” and then steve really softens, sees the insecurity seeping into your posture and your tone, just loud enough for him to hear.

“you wha–!” he cuts himself off, shaking his hysterics away with a sigh and dropping his crossed arms. he walks over to you, tapping your hip before gripping them both and lifting you onto the counter again, hands smoothing up your thighs that are no doubt marked up beneath the denim of your levi’s. “baby,” he starts lowly, ducking down so you’ll look in his eyes, “sweetheart, your tits are perfect,” he says it so earnestly and you can’t help but giggle, even if you can hear robin gag over steve’s shoulder. you laugh again when he rolls his eyes and leans up to kiss you. “you’re still coming to mine tonight right?”

“yeah,” you’re still smiling softly when you say it, just above a whisper.

“steven i swear to god, you help me close, then you guys can go..bone or whatever,” robin interjects, garbage bag in hand.

steve reaches beside you, sly smirk still on his face as he rummages through a drawer for the keys to the front door, “i’ll lock up rob,” he surges forward and presses a little peck to your mouth, drumming his fingers on your thighs before pulling away to lock the front doors.

robin is still standing in front of you, still gripping the black bag to take out the back door. “you guys are disgusting.”

tags! @ddejavvu @pastelbabygirl19

[kekaki-cupcakes]

Hiiii! I loved ur Hermes kid!

Could I ask for a male son of Dionysus x either Leo or nico?

Sorry if I got ya wrong and don’t feel pressured or anything!

Have a lovely day!

When there isn't a lot of info in an ask I kinda have to make the reader a personality so that it isn't too bland too read so sorry to y'all that aren't like this <3

Redecoration---Nico di Angelo x Son of Dionysus

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Nico had been glaring at the roof of skulls for a solid ten minutes, sort of hoping the hatred in his eyes would just poof them out of existence, when someone finally showed up. 

Apparently after an incident in the Aphrodite cabin, people weren’t allowed to just grab a bucket of paint and some new furniture to fuck around and find out, which was why Nico had been sent someone to help him fix the mess that was the Hades cabin.

Apart from the hundred skulls hot glue gunned to the rood, the beds were wooden coffins, the lamps were ancient looking chandeliers, and all of the walls were a dark ugly gray, like there was a serious mold problem. Now that he thought about it, the color might actually be a mold problem. 

“Never fear, goth! For I am here!” 

Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. Nico took a deep breath and turned around, obsidian eyes already narrowed with dislike as he took in the taller boy trotting over. He was holding a crate in his arms, filled with color swatches and chunks of fabrics, magazines sticking out of the top. 

“Excuse me?”

“You’re the one who needs redecorating, right?” The boy asked, already letting himself into the dim cabin that smelt of rich dark chocolate for some reason. “Yeah… no offense but we have to fix this, even if you're the wrong person.” 

Nico felt a sudden need to defend the atrocious carpet and bat shaped door knocker from this boy, who was wearing a maroon shirt picturing a glass of wine. “I was eight.” 

“No shame here, everyone makes bad decisions.”

There didn’t seem to be any point arguing with this boy, who had already dumped the box of supplies on one of the coffin bed lids, and was staring around at the dark cabin, hands on his hips. 

Nico just followed him inside, shoving his hands into the slightly ripped pockets of his aviator jacket. He peered into the cardboard box, which was promptly tipped out onto the ground. He watched with a frown as the son of Mr D sat on the carpet and began rifling through the empty notebooks and cut up magazines. “What are you doing?”

“Uh, scrapbooking? We can’t just start painting the walls yellow yet, you have to plan this stuff out, goth.” He said, as if it was obvious. Then he smirked. “You don’t like arts and crafts?”

Nico’s frown deepened, but he couldn’t let this mildly infuriating boy with surprisingly cool bracelets upstage him. “I love arts and crafts.”

“Whatever you say,” he hummed, and pulled out a leather bound book containing a few stickers and a strip of torn paper where a page had been pulled out. “Are you just gonna stand there in the corner and be grumpy?... That wasn’t sarcasm, you can if you want, I was just checking.”

Nico wasn’t an asshole, of course he was going to help. Still, he had to glare at the boy for that comment. Then he sat down and opened one of the magazines, which was featuring a life sized Barbie Dream House bed frame, fluffy pillows included. He flicked the page over with a grimace.

“So, what kinda vibe are we going for?”

“What?”

“I’m assuming you're sick of Dracula,” he said, waving his arms at the general doom and gloom around them. “So what aesthetic are we replacing it with?”

Nico didn’t want to admit he hadn’t planned this far into the venture, he’d really just been hoping he could repaint the walls, or maybe burn the whole thing down and start over. “I don’t… I don’t know.”

“Okay, well… I’m assuming you wanna keep it edgy, but seriously? A roof of skulls? You’re not a caveman. Maybe we should go with an Addams family style.” He shivered. “With less spiderwebs and disembodied hands. “ 

Ah, another gap in his modern education. “What’s an Addams family?” 

All Nico got in return was a gaping mouth and wide eyes. “How do you not- okay, I’m making you watch the entire timeline later, but for now we need to pick a color scheme.” 

Nico opened his mouth.

“Not black.”

Nico closed his mouth.

“Obviously there’ll be lots of black, but you need another color to fit with it, something dark and scary but colorful.” He pulled out a binder of color swatches, and flipped it open, skimming the pages of baby blues and lavenders. “Maybe dark green, or...”

“Red.” Nico said, peering over at the pages of ruby and scarlet. He pointed to the dark one, which had a little title below, ‘Blood red’. It was a little on brand, but it was better than ‘Crimson Tide’. 

“Oooh, nice. If we keep the walls black, and pull up the black carpet, there’ll be floorboards underneath.” He started to ramble, ripping a color swatch out of the binder and gluing it into the leather bound book. He glanced around at the musty cabin. 

“We can get a red rug for the middle of the cabin, and definitely new beds, but if we get Drew to refurbish the chandeliers they’ll look great. Oh, and the coffin bed frames could be a bookshelf if we get the mattress out and ask Nyssa to put some shelves in. Do you read? Because otherwise it’s sort of pointless. But so are the skulls on the roof, so…”

“You’re good at this.” 

It took Nico a moment to realize what he’d just blurted, and when he did the warmth was already in his cheeks. He’d only been a little caught up in watching the son of Dionysus’s eyes sparkle as he talked, pointing to different parts of the cabin, and somehow ruined it. “I mean, you just sound like you’ve, you know, done this a lot.”

The glimmer in their eye didn’t fade, they only grinned harder. “I have. A lot. It’s fun!”

“I suppose so,” Nico said, his lips twitching, and opened another magazine. He skipped a page on clawfoot bathtubs [There was already a white one with gold trim in the bathroom]. There was a large heart shaped mirror, He ignored that too, and found a simple bedframe, painted black. He held it out gingerly. “What about this one?”

“Yes! Good job.” He said, snipping it out of the magazine quickly, and sticking it next to a picture of a glass chandelier. “If you’ve got a simple bed, we could find a zebra print blanket, they always look good with black and red, as long as you don’t have, like, leopard print.”

“I thought you’d like leopard print?”

“And I thought you’d like skulls on your roof and coffin shaped beds,” he teased, with a smug little smile. Nico rolled his eyes, and picked out a strip of dark red fabric, passing it over.

He shook some glitter from his hands, there seemed to be piles of it in the box. “It’s a little over the top, but it’s not as bad as Jason’s cabin. It’s just rock. Everywhere. And a giant statue of his father.”

“Maybe he can be my next client,” he hummed, wiping glue from his fingers onto the molding carpet beneath them. A few shards of rounded glass were taped to the pages of the scrapbook, shining in the light of the dusty stained chandeliers. 

Nico wanted to object. He didn’t know why, but he didn’t want the boy in front of him with glitter on his cheekbones and scissors in his hands to be cutting out pictures and teasing someone else. Instead he looked away, feeling something in his chest surge, something like fear. Fear of what, he didn’t know, but he cleared his throat and moved on.

“Don’t you have a sister too?”

The fear surged back forwards and Nico whipped around, his tone sharp. “What?”

“The roman one, I swear I saw her the other day, when Reyna visited to plan something or other.” he said casually, not seeing the pale tinge to Nico’s face. “With the overalls and the bulldog?”

“That’s Frank,” Nico said, his shoulder sinking with relief. 

“No, I’m pretty sure it was Hazel, she had those light up sketchers, with the little wheels on the bottom.” He said, somehow with a moon shaped sticker on his nose as he stuck little cut out paper skulls around the four page collage. 

“Frank’s the bulldog, he can turn into animals.” Nico had a strange urge to reach out and press the sticker on his nose, so instead he held his hands tightly in his lap. 

“Well, is there something Hazel’d like in the cabin when she visits? Does she read?” 

Nico sighed, and reached back for the magazine he discarded. He shook it open, cut outs of fluffy teddies falling into his lap. He found the page with the heart shaped bathroom mirror and ripped it out carefully. He could take a few hearts in his cabin if Hazel would like them. “This one.”

“Oh, that one's cute, Nyssa could totally make it.”

“I can ask Leo, he owes me a favor.”

“Oh yeah?”

“I haven't killed him yet.” 

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Nico pressed down the front of his shirt. It was a black Camp Halfblood shirt, which he’d gotten from Piper after the Aphrodite cabin had started making shirts in other colors. Apparently there were only so many outfits you could wear with orange. 

Black goes with everything though, so it wasn’t a problem for him. 

He made his bed [closed the lid of the coffin] and dragged the last of the furniture not nailed to the ground out onto the little deck all of the cabins had. His decking only had a few pairs of shoes and a pot of dead roses he’d never bothered to keep alive. Maybe he’d have another go. 

Drew had taken the chandeliers already, to polish them and whatnot, so he only had to wait for his assigned son of Dionysus to show up, and they could start hunting for zebra print blankets and ripping skulls off the ceiling. What fun. 

When he still hadn’t shown up, Nico finished pulling all of the previously made bedding from the coffins and dumping it to the side so that Leo could turn it to a bookshelf [He could read, he just had dyslexia thank you very much], and then set off to the Dionysus cabin. It was easy to find, the only male god on the female side, with trelice’s of ivy decorating the whitewashed walls and a grumpy looking leopard snoozing on the purple swinging chair out the front of the small cabin.

He didn’t really want to knock, but he was sure someone would report him for standing around too menacingly if he just waited. He was saved from indecision when the door opened, revealing a tall sandy haired boy.

“You’re the goth, aren’t you?” Pollux sniffed, his nose red. “We can’t help today, but Butch is free, he can do some heavy lifting, and I’m sure Drew’ll criticize your style if you ask nicely enough.” 

“Why, what’s wrong?”

“I mean,” Pollux started, rubbing his eyes, and Nico only then realized he was still wearing his pajamas. They had an elongated cartoon owl sticking out of a doorway on it. “Skulls on the ceiling is a bit much, and everyone think you’re a vamp-”

“I meant with you guys, not my style,” Nico interrupted, his eyes narrowed.”

“Someone, decided to go visit Lou Ellen even though we all know she has a cold, and now I have it-” Pollux was cut off once again, his mockingly loud voice reaching the people inside. 

“I’m sorry I was concerned for my friend, she wanted soup!”

“She always wants soup!” Pollulx yelled back, and Nico moved past the older child of Dionysus, slipping off his shoes and letting himself into the cabin. 

There was nasally muttering behind him and the door slid shut. Nico peered around, and saw a bundle of fluffy blankets on a couch, only a sneezing head poking out the top. “Why did you get sick?”

“I mean it wasn’t really on purpose,” he mumbled back, wiping his nose with a tissue and sinking back into his cocoon. “I can’t help today, but-”

“I don’t care,” Nico started, and plopped down on the white couch, avoiding a deep red stain that could be alcohol or blood. He couldn’t tell. He also didn’t know how to say he’d rather sleep in the coffin again then have to spend the day with someone else. 

He sniffed, falling sideways a little on the couch and squinting at the square tv, which was showing some old cartoon about cavemen. “Mkay, well you should probably go if you don’t wanna get sick.”

Nico thought for a moment, trying not to focus on how much he wanted to scoop up the bundle of blankets in his arms far too skinny for that sort of stuff. “Why don’t we watch ‘an Adam family’?

He got watery wide eyes in return and a toothy grin, “wait really?”

“No. If I was making a joke it’d be funnier than that.”

“Okay, let’s watch it,” he said, hopping off the couch and moving to a box of DVDs with a lot of energy for someone so sick. “And it’s the Addams family, goth. You have to learn the basics of this culture if you’re gonna have coffin bookshelves.”

He fiddled around with the tv and then a grainy black and white intro came on, tinny music over the top. Nico watched as he danced to the theme tune in his blanket burrito, all the way back to the couch, where he landed, coughing and winded. Nico raised an eyebrow. “I could’ve done that, you’re sick.”

“Yeah yeah whatever,” he mumbled, tucking the fluffy socks on his feet up onto the white couch and wiggling with excitement. Nico watched him for a moment, and then turned back to the TV, feeling his lips twitch into a grin.

Duh duh duh duh, click click. Duh duh duh duh, click click.

Their creepy and they're kooky-

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“Neeks, this mirror is so cute!”

“You’re welcome,” Nico muttered, rubbing his nose and rolling over, pulling the zebra print doona cover further over his head. 

He heard Hazel’s wheelie shoes click along the floorboards and she gilded out of the bathroom. When he peered out, her hair was in bunchies and she was pulling a purple hoodie over her head. “It’s so much nicer in here now, but how did you get sick redecorating?”

“Uhm..There was a lot of dust. I might be allergic?” 

The door slammed open, the clear chandelier hanging from the roof shaking as Nyssa trudged in, her work boots leaving mud on the fluffy blood red rug. She was holding the glitter covered scrapbook in her gloved hands. 

“So, I know I’m supposed to make everything in this, but what am I supposed to do with the polaroid of you kissing Mr D ‘s kid?”

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[lieslab]

Here, always.

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Pairing: Seungmin X gn reader

Summary: When insecurities loom overhead, you start up a conversation with your boyfriend that leads to reigniting your passion for singing.

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1.6K

A/N: Requestee, I hope you're having the best day ever. It was so nice to write some Seungmin fluffy stuff. It's been SO long since I've written some fluff. You didn't say fluff specifically, but the best route for this felt like fluff. I was giggling while writing the ending. Enjoy <3

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It was the perfect moment and you wish it could last forever. Seungmin on one end of the couch and you curled up on the other. Your legs lazily hung over one another and you were both sharing an oversized violet blanket. The soft fleece kept both of you warm beneath it. 

“I can’t remember the last time I had a moment like this to catch my breath,” he started. “It’s really nice to just be here in this moment.” His hands were wrapped around a warm mug of lightly sweetened green tea.  

Yours was the opposite. Too much sugar, in Seungmin’s opinion. He made sure that he didn’t approve of it when you dumped in one spoonful and then another and then another and then another. Part of him was joking, but another part of him meant it. You sweetened the tea so much, he wasn’t sure if it was even green tea anymore. 

“Your legs are really warm.” 

“Duh, human bodies are usually warm. If you wanted to lay next to a cold body, you gotta kill me first. Good luck, sweetheart. Even if you wanted to kill me, you couldn’t.” 

“Is that a challenge?” You raised an eyebrow. 

“Try me. One splash of this steaming tea and you’re going to be screaming and sobbing. A single thump of this porcelain mug to your head and you’d be down for the count.” 

“Harsh,” you mumbled with a frown. 

“Well, if you’re going to try to kill me, I need to defend myself somehow.” He glanced behind his shoulder and looked back at you. “If that doesn’t stop you,” his head jerked back, “that lamp certainly will.” 

Just the thought of the stained glass shade slamming into your skull made you wince. You shook your head and took another sip of your tea. “You can stay alive another day.” 

“I thought so.” 

Your eyes went back over to the lamp behind him. A few weeks ago, the two of you went thrift shopping and it was there that you found the lamp. It was perfect for the living room. It was just the right size to sit on the end table and when it turned on, the warm yellow bulb made the room feel warm and fuzzy. 

The reflecting patterns from the ruby red and indigo glass stamped the ceiling above. The evening you turned it on, it felt like your living room turned into another world. Somewhere peaceful and cozy, the perfect melodic feeling filled you every time you sprawled out on the couch and read a book. 

“So…” you spoke up.

“So?” Seungmin glanced up over the top of the green mug. “So what? What do you want? Ruining my peace and quiet, I see.” 

You threw your head back with a whine. Your fingers clutched the half-empty cup tighter. “Seungmin!” 

“I’m just kidding, geez! What do you want?” 

“I have a question.” 

“The caller you are trying to reach is unavailable. Please leave a message after the tone an-” He stopped when you shot him a glare. “Fine. What is it?” 

You jerked back up, wiggled to get comfortable, and moved your cup over to the coffee table. “In the very beginning, before you became a member of Stray Kids and before you debuted, did you ever doubt your ability to become a singer?” 

“Did I doubt my ability?” He raised an eyebrow. 

You nodded. A soft pitter-pattering began to fill the air and you glanced over to the glass sliding door. Quick drops of rain came down like sheets as they pelted the grass. 

“Sometimes, I did. How could I not? I didn’t know I was going to become an idol. The survivor show was difficult and there were a lot of people with good voices. I knew my voice was decent, but I didn’t know if it was good enough.” 

“Some days, I still have my moments where I doubt my abilities. I can’t hit a note or I have a cold and it messes up my voice when I’m trying to record for a new album. Sometimes I find myself getting frustrated and I keep asking myself if it’s worth it, but then I think about my favorite moment.”

“What is it?” You subconsciously leaned your body forward to soak up his words. 

“When I’m on the stage and I’m staring into the crowd, I get looked at like I’m the entire world. There’s an awe in people’s eyes and I find that it’s irreplaceable. There’s so much energy you gain from that and it makes everything worth it.” 

“When you have a passion,” he continued, “it’s called a passion for a reason. You don’t start it and then give up. Everyone has frustrations and some days, yes they are awful and it makes you want to stop everything, but then you have those days that you can’t put into words.” A faint smile appeared on his face.

“When your family members look at you with admiration. When the people you’re singing with smile at you because you just achieved hitting a note that you struggled with. When you’re with your voice instructor and they don’t have to remind you to fix your pitch, you naturally do it; those are all the building blocks to achieving your goals.” 

“Think of some of the top musicians in the world. Do you think everyone was born with the power to sing?” He shook his head. “Maybe they were average, but average people have the potential to become better. We all have the power to be unstoppable if we put in the effort.” 

You soaked in every word. You watched the way he speaked, the way his lips quipped up during certain pronunciations. The way his hands gestured and he pointed to himself. 

“Did I doubt my abilities? Always, but you know what? The idea of maybe one day never making it to the stage, never making something of myself, I hated that. To me, that was always impossible, it wasn’t an option, so I kept pushing.” 

“I kept going and going and going because I was so determined. It makes it a hell of a lot easier when you have supporters around you. Every time I heard a compliment, it fueled the fire within me. Every time someone said I couldn’t do it, I refused to take that. I was determined to do whatever it took to prove myself.” 

“Did you ever burn yourself out?” You interrupted softly. 

“Sometimes, yeah. I pushed myself too hard and I was exhausted. It took a while to build myself back up from that. When I got burnt out via singing, I took my attention elsewhere. Singing and music go hand and hand, so I focused on writing lyrics. Even if I’m not singing, there are always ways that I can musically enhance myself.” 

You couldn’t help it, you found yourself tearing up. When Seungmin realized it, he leaned over and placed his mug beside yours on the wooden table. “Why are you crying?” 

“Lately, I find myself getting insecure and being burnt out,” you weakly managed to push out. “I just…I want it so bad and yet I find myself getting stuck.” You shrugged and reached up and brushed your cheeks. “It’s really silly and I’m sorry.” 

“No, no, no. Come here, don’t apologize.” He reached forward with his arms and tugged you towards him. He shoved the blanket aside, pulled you into his arms, and wrapped you closer. You pulled the blanket back over the two of you. 

“What are you struggling with? I told you that you could tell me about anything.” 

“It’s really stupid,” you mumbled, trying to get out of telling him. 

“Don’t test me, I’ll keep you here until you tell me.” His arms wrapped tighter around your waist. “Just tell me what it is.” 

“Singing.” 

“Wait, you’re a singer?” His eyes widened in shock. “Why didn’t you tell me? Why have I never heard you singing? What? Huh? Since when? Oh my god, tell me more!” 

“You’re being dramatic,” you laughed. A sniffle came out and you continued talking. “My voice isn’t anything like yours and I-” 

“Who gives a shit? I would hope your voice doesn’t sound like mine. Do you know how tired I get of hearing my own voice? You gotta sing for me now.” 

“I don’t wanna, I said I was burnt out.” 

“Right, right. Okay, so you take a break for a while and then you can try again. I’ll be here and I’ll hold your hand. You’re really lucky because you have me. You can take vocal lessons from me and everyone will be so jealous.” 

You playfully rolled your eyes. “Yeah, sure. That means you have to do extra work and you’re always so busy.” 

“Hey! I can always make time for you! I’m offering you my services, but not for free.” 

“What’s the fee?” 

“Kisses.” 

“Meh,” you shrugged, “seems like a pretty high price.” 

“Hey!” His fingers dug into your sides as he began to tickle you. You squirmed and laughed loudly. When he stopped, he grabbed the bottom of your chin and pulled you closer to his own face. 

Your lips caught his. The sugary sweetness of your lips was overpowering against him. It coated every crevice and caused his heart to gallop in his chest. He could practically feel the sugar rush as he pulled away slightly. 

His forehead rested against your own and his eyes met yours. Your cheeks flushed red, but he didn’t care. “I’m here for you and rooting for you, always.” 

“Always?” You whispered. 

“Always.”

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[baruque-ya]

That's good, it doesn't hurt

Simon was never the type to like physical contact, and you knew that, and for Simon's slight happiness, you totally respected it.

You never touched him without asking, even to compliment him you asked if you could, when you see it like this it seems like an abusive relationship but no.

Simon has traumas from childhood, adolescence and also in adult life, when you discovered just a little of what he suffered, you felt horrible and sad for him.

Brainwashing, physical and verbal harassment, psychological abuse and severe torture, Simon was such a warrior to have endured all that in silence...but the truth is, he had no one to vent to, until you arrived.

It took Simon a long time to trust you, it took almost three and a half years just for him to finally feel comfortable kissing you, and it was still with the mask raised to his nose and he didn't show his face, and after another two years of relationship, he finally managed to show you his own scarred face

Simon felt so happy and moved when you said that his face was beautiful, and the scars represented how strong he was and that he was a great warrior to go through all that and still have the courage to move forward and not let go. the heart will be filled with hatred and revenge.

If you want to advance the relationship a little further, so does Simon, but as always, it was difficult for him to do anything like that movement so intimate, so he would leave it up to you....and in case you didn't notice, he would give you slight signs like looking at you intensely when he wants to spend time with you, or how he says your name softly in the early hours of the morning when he wants to vent, these small signs that for many would be futile, have become special for you and also a key to opening more doors for your relationship to evolve.

It was a normal night at the base, as always, you escaped from your room and went to Ghost's room, when you got there you found him sitting and without the usual skull balaclava, he was looking at some files, until his eyes slightly clear lights rose towards him.

You smiled shyly and locked the door so that no one would accidentally open it in the morning and see the man's face, you slowly walked over to him and sat on the bed a little away from him while taking a sweatshirt that you left there and putting it on due to the cold.

"Good evening, Simon" You said his name, but in a loving voice, that's how it always worked, since he wasn't used to cute nicknames, you called his name in a cute way... that way he understood that you were being loving and not thick.

"Good evening, y/n" He spoke with his usual deep voice but with a softer tone, which he rarely used with others, it was the least he did but meant a lot to you"

"Files that Price delivered?" You asked and he quickly agreed.

"Yes, I reviewed them during the afternoon, I was just rereading to see if there were any typos to mark" He said and put the papers in the brown folder and placed them on the desk, Simon looked at you and turned off the lamp, leaving only the moonlight illuminating the room, you smiled at him again and crawled onto the bed and lay down next to him. , in this case the side that was in the corner of the wall.

Simon liked you to sleep there, so he would be protecting you...in some way? for him, you would be safe, between him and the wall.

You lay down and Simon lay down next to you, but this time not on his back but face to face with you, he looked at you with sleepy and soft eyes.

Without holding back much, you reached out and brushed his hair with your fingers lightly, but you stopped abruptly when you saw Simon widen his eyes and move away slightly, as if he was automatically self-defense.

You slowly withdrew your hand and whispered, smiling.

"I'm sorry, ok? I just-"

Before you finished speaking, Simon's cold hand takes yours and squeezes lightly.

"No, I...can you do it again...?" Simon asked, his voice barely coming out and with such a confused tone, his eyebrows were furrowed as if he had remembered something. You then brought your hands back to his hair and lightly ran it through his blonde hair in a loving caress.

Simon closed his eyes as he held her wrist, but he didn't putting no force.

"That's good, it doesn't hurt...." He said and a thin tear fell from his eye onto the mattress.

And he continued breathing lightly.

"Yes dear, it doesn't hurt...." You whispered holding back the tears.

@Baruque

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