#pale beneath the tan (squeeze)

[astrangerlately]

[cowboyabunga]

being a The Front Bottoms fan is cringe and embarrassing work but by god does someone have to do it

[voiceoftheexultant]

guys what if i said this was broken coded what if i said it was him. then what.

[bubbie995]

I guess pain will be the only thing

I ever get to bring

But I will send it through the air

Like a loosely-gripped baseball bat swing

[vmpiires]

﹆₊ 腹‧₊˚ PISSIN' ME OFF, KINJI HAKARI

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ﹆₊ 概要 ‧₊˚ you purposely piss hakari off. wc, 2.65K. dark mode recommended.

␥ note. this is my FIRST time writing for this man so don't beat me if this is inaccurate. ty @5kstxrz for giving me this idea (that’s twin mkay)

␥ tags. drinking, smoking, smut (omg wow), play fighting, female anatomy, etc. lmk if i missed anything

␥ misc. masterlist AO3

it was evident to everyone around that your relationship with hakari was filled with passive-aggressive behavior. even though it was apparent that you both cared for each other deeply, the continuous exchange of sarcastic remarks and subtle jabs made your friends and even strangers concerned about your well-being.

the constant bickering between you two was so intense that people often wondered if you were caught in a toxic relationship that you couldn't escape from. despite the love you shared, the tension between you two was palpable and gave rise to many uncomfortable situations.

hakari was a complex individual who had a penchant for indulging in vices. he was known to be a habitual gambler, a smoker, and a drinker. within his many addictions, he had a charismatic personality that drew people towards him. one of his peculiar habits was to take bets on trivial things, such as how many times you'd would insult him before expressing affection towards him. squeezing his waist, telling him how much you love him.

"you're just full of surprises, huh?" hakari chuckles at you as he kisses your head, returning the hug you had given him. "you still got a big head, though. nothin' can change that."

"like your head isn't bigger," you sucked your teeth before flashing a smile at your boyfriend. hakari would release you and stick his middle finger up at you before plopping down onto the couch, the piece of furniture grunting as his weight pressed down onto it.

once you walked into the apartment, the sound of glass shattering caught your attention. the pungent smell of a joint filled the air, and you could see hakari holding it loosely between her fingers. as you took a few more steps, you noticed a puddle of saké on the ground, which emanated an earthy aroma. the scene appeared to be somewhat chaotic, with broken glass, the smell of cannabis and spilled alcohol adding to the disarray.

as you noticed his tan face go pale, you instinctually reached out with your hand and gently brushed your palm against his cheek, hoping to rouse him from his slumber. however, the moment your skin came into contact with his, you couldn't help but notice how icy cold he felt. you paused for a moment, your hand still resting on his cheek, as you realized that something was not quite right.

suddenly, his eyes shot open, and he stared back at you with a look of confusion and surprise, as if you had just startled him out of a deep sleep. his blonde hair was tousled and messy, and his eyes were still cloudy with sleep. nevertheless, his gaze seemed to bore into you, and you couldn't help but feel a little unnerved by his sudden awakening.

"what the hell.." hakari let out a deep groan as he pushed himself up from the couch, lightly kicking the shattered glass beneath his feet. "hey, when'd you get here?" the male asked with a hint of slurring in his speech. as he looked up at you with heavy, droopy eyes, it was clear that he had indulged in some heavy drinking. the pungent odor emanating from him was reminiscent of a dead skunk, indicating that he had gone beyond his limits.

"just now," you suddenly blinked at the male. hakari, who was sitting in front of you, noticed your sudden movement and scratched the nape of his neck before tilting his head to crack his joints. the sound of his joints echoed in the quiet room as he stretched his muscles, trying to relieve the tension from his body after sitting for so long. "are you high?"

"high off my fever," the male chuckled as you saw the vibrance come back into his magenta-colored irises before pushing himself up from the couch, running his fingers through his twisted locks. "help me clean this mess up, will ya?"

as you turned around, you caught a glimpse of Hakari shuffling towards the kitchen. he seemed to be in a hurry, and you couldn't help but wonder what he was up to. a few moments later, he emerged from the kitchen with a rag in his hand.

you could see the dampness on the rag and could smell the cleaning spray that he had used to dampen it. it was clear that he was on a mission to clean up yet another one of his spills. you decided to have a little fun with him this time and stepped back, leaving him to his own devices.

"nah, you can handle it, i'm sure," you couldn't help but smirk at the other person present in the room as hakari began to clean up the mess. as he went about the task, he paused right in the middle, his gaze fixing on you, eyebrows raised in surprise. hakari had come to expect your help whenever he made his frequent messes, and he seemed taken aback that you were not offering to help him this time. his slitted eyebrows lowered in mild irritation and let his head fall back down to the puddle of saké, continuing to clean up the mess on his own.

hakari let out a soft sigh and spoke under their breath, "okay then." his voice was barely audible as they uttered the words, almost as if they were lost in thought. it was clear that hakari was contemplating something, perhaps your sudden shift in attitude when you chose not to help him clean the saké that was spilled on the hardwood floor.

this continued for the rest of the day. you and hakari were cuddled up together in bed watching a horror movie that he suggested for the two of you to watch together before heading to sleep that night. as you both watched the film, you felt pretty and wanted to take some photos.

despite your efforts to pose for the camera, it was no secret that you struggled with it. with your phone held out in front of you at an awkward angle, you squinted at the screen and kept adjusting the position, hoping for a better shot. however, all your attempts were in vain as your little device suddenly slipped from your grasp and landed firmly in hakari's hand. with effortless ease, the male took the phone from you and began capturing a few shots, skillfully adjusting the angle and focus to create the perfect photo.

"i had it, y'know?" you furrowed your eyebrows as you snatched your phone back from him. though you were being all fussy with hakari, saying how much you didn't really need his help with posing, he couldn't help but notice how enchanting you looked with your face being illuminated by the tv while the rest of you were consumed by the darkness of the room.

"yeah, sure you did." hakari rasped before suddenly pinning you to the bed and kissing you to silence your fussing. his legs wrapped around your thighs while his hands moved up and down your sides, his grip getting tighter as the kiss grew more passionate.

his mouth traveled from your lips to your neck, and back down again, his hand roaming up your thigh. both of you had been breathing quite heavily as he held you down with his body as your lips remained locked together. hakari moved back to your neck, lightly sucking on your skin, making sure he'd leave a mark on you.

as hakari sucked on your skin, you felt him pulling down your sweatpants. once your pants had gone past your knees and down to your feet, he tossed the item onto the floor, leaving your panties exposed to him. before he could slide them down, he paused, making sure to break his pace.

"just to let you know...before this goes any further..." he began softly, his grip on your hips becoming lighter. "i don't have a condom...is that good with you?"

you nodded, "it's okay." your reply was simple and to the point. hakari seemed a bit surprised by your directness, but he had a faint grin on his lips as well.

once your panties were completely off and out of the way, he would toss them onto the floor with your pants and continue his previous process, now using his fingers to explore your sensitive area. when hakari heard your breathing picking up and your whimpering became more evident, he smirked, and his hands began moving faster.

hakari was pleasantly surprised by your response and he began to move his fingers through your gummy walls faster and more confidently after hearing your vocality. his smirk grew as he continued, his gaze locked on yours. after a few moments, he finally decided to speak to break the silence that was accompanied by the sounds of your wetness.

"you like that, huh?" he mumbled to you, keeping his digits moving at a moderate pace, but the speed at which they moved started to slow down a little. you were honestly starting to think that he would never stop.

"you know....i- can't-" you stammered as you tried to speak while simultaneously fighting off your moans of pleasure that reverberated against the walls of your bedroom. you suddenly stopped trying to talk, as you realized that it was getting harder for you to do.

hakari groaned as your sounds became louder and heavier, a blush starting to form on his cheeks. his grip tightened again, and his fingers sped up once more, as he kept his eyes locked on yours then slowing down again. "you like this...yeah?" he grunted out. "tell me how much you like it..."

his tone was a lot more flirtatious now. his hand moved in a circular motion, now adding another digit into your core.

"i like it, hakari," you said breathily, your eyebrows knitting together while you attempted to keep your composure, but it obviously hadn't been going very well for you at the moment. "i love it, actually."

hakari continued to listen to your responses, and his lips grew into a wider grin as he heard your words. his hands continued their pace as well, and after a moment of thinking, he spoke again. "mhm..." he mumbled back. "you love it, huh? good."

his grip on your waist was quite tight at this point, but he was enjoying it, judging by the wide smile that he had on his face. once again, he started to speak.

"aw, you're just so cute," he crooned, moving his hands back down between your legs. "and you're a vocal one too."

as hakari started to pick up his pace once again, enjoying the loud noises you were making. he was almost sure the neighbors heard you. he had been teasing you to the fullest, you were starting to get impatient with him.

"please, i don't want your fingers," you finally spoke up, your breath hitching as you spoke. "i want you inside." your words caught hakari off guard and he was never really expecting you to want anything more from him. in fact, it only made him grin even more as his eyes locked with yours.

"really...?" he muttered, squeezing your waist a bit with each passing moment. "you sure you don't want my fingers, you want the entire thing, huh?"

when you nodded in response to his question, he let out a grunt as he began to move his hands down to get himself in position. the male would remove his shirt and then his pants and his hands were on your waist while your legs spread far enough to accommodate him. hakari was already breathing heavily at this point, and once he got himself into the proper position, he moved your legs over your head as he prepared to enter you.

once he was inside, his grip on your hips became tight. his movement was a bit slow as well, just to start off. he grunted once again, starting to speed up with each passing moment. his breath getting heavy. your arms were wrapped around his body and when hakari decided to speed up, your grip tightened and your nails proceeded to dig into his back.

hakari groaned, digging his hand deeper into the mattress underneath him as he got into it more at this point. his grip on her hips were as tight as could be, as he looked into her eyes, a grin on his face. the feeling of your nails digging into his back and your moans from them were almost enough to make him lose it. hakari was clearly enjoying this, and so he pressed even deeper, starting to move faster with each passing moment.

“shit...” his pace continued to speed up, as he began to breathe more heavily. “moan for me...” hakari grunted in a somewhat harsh sounding tone, but still somewhat flirtatious. despite the change in his tone, he was enjoying himself as his pace continued to increase.

doing as told, you let out a soft moan as your hips started to react to his movements. hakari seemed delighted by your reaction. his smile grew even stronger. now that you were moaning for him, his fingers gripped onto the sheets of the bed and sweat beads began to form on his forehead.

the male moved closer to your face in order to see you better, his hand still moving. he grunted loudly as he moved even faster, the pace becoming almost relentless. he wanted you to feel amazing, but he also wanted himself to feel just as good, so he moved at a pace where they both felt pleasure. this went on for a while, until he eventually felt himself starting to get close.

once he felt himself get closer, he slowed down a little bit, his grip on her continuing to stay tight and his voice becoming a little raspier from all the movement. “you close?” he grunted out, his breath heavy from all of the movements, just as his voice was heavy due to the sounds you was making.

“yeah,” you breathed out, tears starting to form in your eyes from the pressure.

the movements continued on, picking up speed again, and he stayed as deeply as he could get inside of you. his hand tightened again as well, as he kept his pace the same as before, if not faster.

“fuck, i'm so close...” he murmured, grunting once again. his pace was getting faster, and the movements were becoming more repetitive as he grunted again. his hand kept its grip on your hips.

the sound of your moaning and his grunting became quite loud in the room now, as they just kept going at it. as hakari’s breath became even heavier, his hand moved from her hip up to her neck, starting to grab her a little bit to hold her in place.

“don’t fuckin’ move..." hakari mumbled out, still having his hand on her neck as he moved faster. the sounds of you and his breathing, his grunting, and your moaning were all really loud and heavy. you could barely feel his grip on her stomach anymore, as his hand had moved to her neck now.

“fuck... i'm...” he grunted, his voice becoming hoarse. this continued for a few moments more, but after enough time had passed, he finally stopped. strings of white ropes landed onto you and the bed sheets. hakari released another groan and the grip on your neck loosened finally, leaving purple marks on your skin.

hakari laid down beside you, still breathing heavily. he was dripping with sweat and so were you. both having a panting expression on your faces. although he was exhausted from the whole ordeal, a wide grin was still on his face.

"you know..." he started between breaths, still gripping your waist. his body was leaning against yours, putting pressure on you. "you still got a fat ass head...but i really enjoyed that."

"man, you don't ever let a good moment go by," you playfully roll your eyes as you finally catch your breath. hakari shrugged, giving you a goofy smile before kissing your cheek and resting his head against your chest.

"wanna watch another movie?" he mumbled against your body, lightly kissing you and rubbing your slightly bruised sides with his thumb. you put your hand on his head, running your fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp.

"one more and then i'm going to bed." you said as you pulled the blanket over your bodies. hakari sucked his teeth as if he didn't like the idea of watching a final movie then going to sleep.

"i won't be letting you sleep, then," the male smirked as he grabbed the remote from the nightstand and began to search for another movie for the night.

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[thecampjuicebox]

A fic request from @noyzzkapow! This idea is so sweet. I hope I'm interpreting correctly, but either way, this should be a cute one. Let's goooo! (This one's going to be a bit shorter than the others, in the interest of not dragging it on for too long)

Your choice

Pairing: Astarion x Halsin

Rating: 18+, Minors DNI

POV: 3rd person (Narrator's perspective)

Warnings: fluff, angst, very brief and gentle intimacy, brief mentions of sex

Hasty fingers work at the laces on Astarion's shirt, little breaths and whimpers escaping between the pauses of their kiss. Halsin works carefully at undoing the knot while focusing on the slow grind of his hips against the pale elf beneath him. Astarion reaches up to grasp at his lover. His fingers graze the veins on Halsin's muscular arms, little goosebumps raising on the druid's tan skin. The kiss deepens, tongues fighting for dominance, teeth clacking together lightly, their lips swollen and red. Shaky hands move up under Astarion's shirt, pressing their warmth into the flexing muscles of his toned stomach. He groans, wiggling his hips. Lips finally separate, the two men gasping for air. Halsin eyes the vampire beneath him, body sliding down to lay comfortably between his legs. Heat swirls in Halsin's belly as he presses little kisses to the vampire's hip bones, tongue flicking out against the perfectly v-shaped lines that lead into his leathers. With a gentle tug, Halsin works Astarion's leathers down ever so slightly. Astarion squeezes his eyes shut, brain going fuzzy and he pushes on Halsin's shoulders, fingernails gently digging into the skin there.

"H-Halsin wait.."

Halsin pauses, gazing down at the vampire. His eyebrows twist into an expression of remorse and he sits up on his knees between Astarion's thighs, using both hands to brush his light brown hair out of his face.

"What is it, my love? Is everything alright?"

Astarion props himself up on his elbows to look up at the large elf, blinking away the little tears that sting in the corners of his red eyes. He toys with his bottom lip between his fangs for a moment, contemplating his next words carefully. Talking about his feelings has always been a difficult and daunting task. Granted, he's never had someone so willing to listen. So willing to even take his feelings into consideration. With a sigh, Astarion sits up fully, pulling his long legs up to his chest to shield his abdomen.

"I'm not.. Comfortable. With this. With.. Sex. Not yet."

Halsin's eyes soften and he moves carefully towards Astarion's shrunken frame, pressing a gentle kiss to his boney shoulder. The vampire shivers at the light touch. His eyes well up, tears threatening to cascade down his pale white cheeks.

"I can't unsee the things I've seen. Undo the things I've done. I feel so filthy. So used up. Cazador ruined me.. He ruined my li-"

Astarion's voice breaks and he crumbles into his knees, little sobs making his chest and back heave with the force. The large elf perched comfortably next to him goes rigid. Rage builds in Halsin's throat like hot bile, his hands reaching out to Astarion to carefully pull him into his lap, fingers finding the soft locks of white hair on the back of his head. He twirls the perfect waves and ringlets around his fingers, cooing softly to the crying specimen in his lap.

"Little Star, please look at me."

Swollen red eyes lift from trembling knees, locking onto pale green orbs filled with love. Halsin dips a hand under Astarion's chin, tilting his head carefully up towards him. A soft thumb rubs side to side over the vampire's quivering bottom lip.

"You don't ever have to do something you're uncomfortable with again. Do you hear me? I will die by the blade before I allow that to happen to you."

Astarion nods in understanding and reaches up to wrap his arms tightly around the elf's muscular neck. Fingers tangle in the caramel colored hair that rests against the back of his head, twisting and twirling the locks around gently. Gentle kisses pepper the side of Halsin's neck.

"I hear you.."

"Good. I'll kill Cazador myself for hurting you."

Guiding them both to the bedroll neatly rolled out beneath them, Halsin adjusts Astarion's position so he is on his side, facing the druid's muscular chest. Careful fingers rub circles into Astarion's hip. The night around them falls quiet and serene, the only sounds being the rustling of the leaves in the large oak tree just above them. Little green leaves scatter about in the wind and rain down on the two figures resting at the tree's thick trunk and Halsin chuckles. He picks one up, swiping it playfully across Astarion's nose before releasing it to the wind again, watching it swirl away into the distance. Astarion scrunches his nose up and shakes his head at the tickling sensation left behind by the strange interaction.

"Gods, you're so odd, Druid."

A hearty chuckle rumbles in Halsin's chest. He rests his head on his large hand, elbow propping him up to allow him to look down at his lover. His eyes twinkle in the starlight and Astarion stares up at him lovingly, teeth capturing his bottom lip.

"Thank you for giving me a choice, Halsin.. This is a gift. I'll never forget it."

Halsin's eyes well up at the sweetness in Astarion's voice, large arms moving out to grab the vampire. He rolls onto his back, bringing Astarion's thin body with him. Astarion snuggles into Halsin's warm chest and inhales his scent, a shuddering breath escaping his thin lips, fingers tracing circles into the course hair on the druid's sternum. Halsin sighs happily, his light green eyes fluttering closed.

"You'll always have a choice, my Little Star. I guarantee it."

[igotyupls]

An Yujin of IVE x Male reader smut [well kinda]

an; tbh did decent for first try, open for constructive criticism. Word Count- 762

An Yujin sighs softly as she stretches out on her bed, relaxing after a long day of practice and recording. Though tired, her mind is restless, as it often is when she finds herself alone with her thoughts. Her thoughts drift to her beloved boyfriend Y/N, as it so often does lately. A gentle smile tugs at her plump lips as she imagines his face, his warm smile that always makes her heart flutter. She misses him every time they're apart like this.

Just then, there's a soft vibration in her phone, a video message pings on her kakaotalk. And low it behold it is from the man she holds closest to her heart.

Yujin settles back against her pillows, tapping the play button eagerly. She misses his face, and the sound of his voice as it brings her dire comfort. What surprise has her loving Y/N sent her this time? Her heart swells with affection, ready to see his smile once more.

As the video starts playing, Yujin's eyes are immediately drawn to Y/N's handsome face filling the screen. He smiles and it makes Yujin melt.

"Hi baby," he says softly. "I miss you. Hope you're not working too hard like always." He chuckles. "I wanted to send you something to cheer you up since we can't be together right now. Uhhh Close your eyes, I have a surprise..."

Yujin smiles and does as he says, closing her eyes in anticipation. She hears some rustling sounds from the tablet, her boyfriend’s quiet laughter. "Okay, open them!"

Opening her eyes, Yujin gasps softly. On the screen, Y/N is shirtless, wearing only sweatpants that hang very low on his hips. His pale [or tan], muscular torso is on full display, along with the teasing trail of dark hair that disappears below the waistband.

"Like what you see?" Y/N asks playfully, his dark eyes dancing with mirth. "I know how much you enjoy admiring my body, baby. Wishing I was there to please you, make you scream in pleasure."

Yujin feels her cheeks flush hot at his words, her heart pounding in her chest as desire pools low in her abdomen. Even just seeing him like this has turned her on so easily. She lets her eyes roam hungrily over the sculpted planes of his chest, his abs, wishing she could reach out and feel their hardness under her fingertips and palms.

Y/N must’ve imagined the want in her eyes, for his smile turns wicked. "Enjoy the view for now, babygirl. I'll be seeing you soon. Be a good girl and touch yourself for me, thinking of the things I'll do to you when we're finally together again..."

The video ends abruptly, leaving Yujin aching and breathless. Her boyfriend knows just how to wind her up and leave her wanting. Now alone with her thoughts and the lingering image of his hard bare torso, she can't help but let her hands wander as desire takes over...

Yujin lets out a shaky breath as her hands slide down her body, cupping her perky breasts over her shirt and giving them a gentle squeeze. Her nipples tighten in real time, aching to be touched through the thin fabric. Lowering, her hands travel, coming to rest in between her thighs. Even through her sweatpants she can feel the heat and wetness in there, a witness to how easily her Y/N turns her on.

Slipping her hand beneath the waistband, Yujin breathes shallowly as her fingers make contact with her slick, swollen folds. She spreads them open, finding her sensitive nub already throbbing for attention. Her slow, teasing circles do little to nothing to ease the ache, only making her long for Y/N more and more. Memories of past ‘workouts’ with Y/N come rushing into her mind - his skilled tongue and rough fingers coaxing orgasms after orgasms out of her until she sobs for him to stop, as it becomes unbearable. The thought has her moving faster now, rubbing herself with increasing urgency as fantasies of him take over.

It isn't long before the first waves of bliss begin to wash over her in pulses. Yujin bites her lip to stifle her moans, as to not alert her beloved members. Her fingers work busily between her thighs, chasing that necessary peak, until her body finally convulses in the pleasure. Only the memories of Y/N can bring her such pleasure, even when he is miles away.

As she comes down from her high, satiated for now, Yujin smiles dreamily. Waiting and yearning to be in Y/N’s arms again soon.

[xspeter]

hey kat <3

could i request a Steve Harrington hurt comfort or angst where r and Steve and the others make it out of the upside down(s4), but r is injured and she doesn't realise it until they actually get back to hawkins.

the adrenaline's just masking any pain they're all feeling, but when they climb through the gate at eddies trailer and reader falls on the mattress, she winces. Steve asks her about it when they finally get to his house, after it's all over and done with.

you can totally ignore this if it's not your cup of tea. but thanks anyways love<3

✩ I hope this is alright, i wrote it as soon as i woke up 👩‍💻. didn’t proofread it so im really sorry for any mistakes !! thanks for the ask <3

Steve’s hurt. It’s the only thing your mind can focus on beneath skull mountain. Steve’s hurt and you weren’t there to protect him.

The bats had held onto him as if he was the best thing they’d ever tasted, and even with your pushing and pulling, it took way longer to get them off of him then you would’ve liked. Your mind couldn’t even focus on your own injuries, particularly the large gash on your thigh from the bats claws, but instead on Steve’s face constructed in pain.

“I’m sorry,” You breathed, wrapping your shirt scrap onto his gaping wound. His normally tan skin was paled, brown eyes dilated slightly.

You watched as the shirt began to seep into a light pink color and tightened it more to stop the blood flow, and Steve hissed as you did. You froze at the noise, mind running with different outcomes and worries.

“Hey, hey,” Steve reassured, back sliding down the rock so he could be eye-level with you. He winced as he did. “I’m okay.” He spoke softly, reaching a hand out to cup your cheek. “We’re all okay.”

You gazed around at all your friends, Robin and Eddie are nursing each others wounds, while Nancy takes care of her own. You’d always admired the girl for her resilience and independence.

To be honest, sometimes you almost felt jealous of the girl. Steve had been in love with her for so long before he finally started to fall for you last summer at Starcourt, but sometimes you couldn’t help but feel like those feelings they had for each other never fully went away.

You sucked in a breath, “I know. It’s just.. what if-”

“Don’t think about the what ifs,” He spoke, pink lips slightly glossy, “We’re here now, and we’re okay. Alright?”

You squeezed your eyes shut and focused on your breathing. Sometimes, it was still hard for you to comprehend that this was your life now. After the disaster at Starcourt and you’d been exposed to this entire situation, sometimes you still just couldn’t believe how many times these people had put their lives on the line.

“You promise you’re okay?” You asked solemnly, shoulders slightly slumped. Steve just grinned and rubbed your arm gently, “I promise,” He eyed your figure, “Are you okay?”

You nearly scoffed. Steve had chunks of flesh missing from his stomach and he was asking if you were okay? “I’m fine, Steve.”

He squinted his eyes at you suspiciously, “Are you sure? We’ll take care of it if you are. Don’t be a hero.”

“I’m not being a hero. I’m just not hurt.”

Steve, being so exhausted and delirious from the blood loss foolishly believed you. He kissed the side of your head softly and followed you as you followed Nancy to the Wheeler residence.

His first sign should’ve been when you nearly stumbled down the stairs. He’d been there to catch you, eyebrows knitted as he helped you steady. “What happened?” He asked.

You let out an awkward chuckle, going a bit pink at everyone’s concerned gazes. “I’m fine,” You spoke softly, “Just lost my balance.”

Nancy hummed, but she didn’t look convinced. Once everyone left the room to figure out what the hell Steve was yelling about, she pulled you aside. “You’ve been quiet ever since Skull Rock. Did you get hurt?”

You swallowed. The adrenaline rush you had felt was slowly waning away, leaving you to feel every bit of the long gash on your thigh. “I’m fine.” You spoke, thankful that your black leggings hid the dark red substance slowly leaking from you, “Just exhausted.”

Nancy still didn’t look convinced, her eyes glimmering slightly as she sucked in her bottom lip, “If something’s wrong we can figure out a way to help you, okay?” She took a breath, her eyes downcast. “If.. if you’re hurt and- and god forbid something were to happen to you Steve would never forgive himself. You can’t do that to him.”

You knew she was right, Steve didn’t deserve that. He didn’t deserve to lose someone else after everything he’s suffered, but you firmly believed you’d be okay. If anything, you’d just need a few stitches and then everything would be okay. Which is why you say, “I’m fine. Promise.”

❣︎

You were more than just relived when you made it to Eddies trailer. You were practically ecstatic. You were ready to get out of this hellhole and finally take care of your wound.

But, you should’ve known that nothing would be okay, not after Nancy’s vision. You and Steve watched as she fell over, the both of you attempting to shake her awake while everyone else rushed to find a song.

But, Nancy wouldn’t need it, and instead would wake on her own with a message from Vecna.

Steve let Nancy go first, her body hitting the mattress softly. Robin helped her up, offering her hand which Nancy gratefully took.

Next, it was your turn. Steve helped you down, his cold hand on your lower back gently dropping you down.

But, unlike everyone else, you couldn’t get up from the mattress. The fall winded you, and the pain on your leg increased tenfold. You let a quiet whine when you tried to stand on it, immediate tears springing to your eyes.

“What’s wrong?” Steve called down in a panic stricken voice.

“I’m- I’m fine.” You replied hoarsely, attempting again to stand and being unable to.

Eddie gazed down to where a large pool of blood was beggining to form on the mattress beneath your leg,band his face immediately paled.

“Shit, shit, shit,” He chanted, “You gotta get down here, man!” He called. Eddie graciously slipped his ringed fingers under your back and knees, carrying you away from the mattress and towards the couch.

You barely heard Steve’s body hit the bed as he jumped down, but you felt his presence as soon as Eddie set you down. “Shit, how long has- why didn’t you-”

You could feel Steve’s panic, and it made you want to scream. This wasn’t supposed to happen. You were supposed to be okay, and everything would’ve been fine.

But even now you can feel the unnerving exhaustion the blood loss is making you feel, and you know that’s not going to happen.

“I’m sorry.” You spoke softly, eyes glassy with tears as you began to accept your fate.

Steve was yelling for them to get help, his own eyes wet and wide.

He attempted to put pressure on the wound, and at this point you couldn’t even feel the pain anymore. “Why didn’t you tell me?” He chanted, voice wobbly.

“I’m sorry,” You swallowed, “I didn’t want to worry you.”

“I told you not to be a hero!” He cried, “You- you said you were okay.”

“I know,” You shushed softly, “You’ll be okay.”

Steve froze for a moment, letting your words process. You didn’t say I’ll be okay, you said He’d be okay. While the change was slight, he understood what it meant.

“You’ll be okay too,” He attempted, voice weak. “We’re gonna be okay, and we’re gonna get that apartment in Indianapolis that we talked about, okay? We’re gonna move outta Hawkins like we said we would.”

You smiled softly at the memory, remembering all the sweet nights where you laid naked in his bed, drawing soft patterns on his back. You’d talk for hours about your futures. About marriage and kids and growing old together.

You just wish you could’ve seen it happen.

“Can you remind me?” You asked softly, eyelids heavy. “About our life after we get married?”

Steve let out a quiet sob. He’d stopped his attempts at putting pressure on your leg, he knew it was too late. There wasn’t anything he could do.

“We’re gonna-” He sniffled, hand reaching for your own and squeezing it tightly. “We’re gonna get married in the forest, just behind Hoppers house with the Gazebo. And we’re gonna move into a beautiful apartment in the city, with green shudders and- and-” He paused momentarily, a tear slipping down his cheek.

You squeezed his hand softly, encouraging him to keep going. He took a breath, glassy eyes staring at your paling face. “We’ll have three kids. Two boys and a girl, and they’ll have a cat named Penny. They’re gonna- gonna get older and they’ll all go off the college, and we’ll have so much space we won’t know what to do with ourselves.” He chuckled softly, “We’ll spend every day with each other. Doing all that sappy, old people stuff. And- and we’ll grow old together and we’re gonna live happy, okay? I just- you just gotta-”

He allowed himself to risk a glance at your face, and he wished he hadn’t. Your eyes were closed, a soft smile tugging on your pale lips, and he knew what it meant.

You were gone. Just like that.

And even as the police arrived and Eddie attempted whatever story he could put together onto why you all looked so.. well, roughed up, Steve couldn’t even listen.

All he could focus on was your body slowly being zipped away.

[kydrogendragon]

Oooooh, Sex Professor Hob and/or Porn Star Hob, please!

Yesss, I love both of these honestly, so have snippets of both! I think, technically, these both came from asks on Gabe's blog. The Porn Star one was an older one at this point. I'll have to see about tracking down the links. Since these are longer, I'll shove them below a Read More.

Porn Star Hob:

"Dream?" Hob asks, eyes wide as he watches the King of Dreams and Nightmares slowly slide to his knees in front of Hob's naked form. A set of cool and pale hands rest on the dip of his hips, thumbs caressing the tan skin beneath. Before he can get another word out, Dream's warm tongue reaches out, licking up his length. He moans, hands darting forward to claw into Dream's shoulders. A few heads turn in the studio at the noise. Hob's cheeks warm, suddenly feeling more self-conscious than he ever has before in this line of work. "Dream, what are you—" "I would attend to you personally, if you are amenable," Dream says, the tip of Hob's cock resting on those pretty red lips as he stares up through his lashes. It's a sight that just about breaks him. His grip tightens, closing his eyes so he doesn't cum all over his lover's face right here and now and ruin the entire shoot. Though, if he's honest, Dream could probably get him hard within minutes again if he tried. Hob's pretty sure his body's become hardwired to respond to Dream and that damn smirk of his by this point. Taking a breath, Hob opens his eyes again. Dream sits, resting on his knees, still looking up at him with that intense gaze Hob loves so much. But he doesn't move further, clearly waiting for Hob's permission to continue. "I—God's wounds, Dream. Yeah, of course, I'm always amenable, but—" Hob licks his lips. "—I just can't cum yet." Dream smirks. "I am well aware of what this job I would take would entail, Hob Gadling." As if to ensure Hob believed him, Dream moves a hand from Hob's hip and circles his fingers around the base of his cock and squeezes. The pressure is perfect and taunting and Hob's beginning to fear for his sanity. Normally, the fluffer's that he worked with would either give him a simple handie or hold him in their mouths. It worked, kept him hard, but that was about it. With Dream here, now, looking like the porn industry's twinky wet dream—ha—yeah . . . Hob's fucked. He'll be lucky if he makes it through the rest of the shoot at this point.

Sex Professor Hob:

(For some context, this one features Ace Dream who's working through his own internalized acephobia [kinda] and Hob's his tutor [who also fucks his willing clients])

“Who's making you smile so much?” “It is no one.” ‘As you deserve too. You getting that cake you talked about?’ “No one my ass. You get a new girlfriend and not tell me?” Jessamy reaches for his phone, but he pulls it closer to his chest, ignoring the blush at his cheeks. “I am still quite single, thank you for the reminder.” He sighs, clicking the screen off. He will send Hob a picture once it is made as he promised. “It was just my history tutor. He sent me a picture of his cat.” Jessamy rolls her eyes and leans back into the seat. “Should have guessed it was a cat. Makes much more sense in hindsight.” Dream shoots her a look which does nothing but make her giggle. “Who're you seeing by the way? I've got that Early Asian history class on the docket next semester and I know I'll be desperately in need of help.” “His name is Hob Gadling. I think you would like him. He's an exceptional tutor.” Jessamy's eyes go wide. "Oh my god," she says, slamming her drink onto the table. Dream is grateful for the lid lest it end up all over him instead. "The sex professor?" Dream's brain stops. "The what?" "Gadling! Colloquially known as the Sex Professor? Oddly attractive tutor? Does English and History 'officially' but most people go to him for the sex?" Dream feels as if he's been tipped into an alternate reality. "Professor Gadling. Hob Gadling. Sleeps with his clients? His younger clients" "Okay, you make it sound bad when you put it that way. Never heard a bad word about him in that regard. People say it's always very consensual and that he's also a very good lay. Lucienne's gone to him." "Lucienne has slept with him?” "Yup! Told me it's where she learned some of her moves." "I do not need to hear this." "Are you gonna sleep with him? Lots of people claim he's the best they've ever had. He's apparently as good of a teacher in bed as he is behind the desk." "Jessamy—" "You could probably use some stress relief. Maybe he'll give you a reward for passing that test of yours?" "Jessamy, please stop." She blinks and raises her hands in surrender. "Okay, I hear you. Topic: dropped." "Thank you." He folds his head into his arms where they rest on the table, trying not to think too hard about everything he just learned from Jessamy in a matter of two minutes. Of course he'd manage to find the one (he hopes it's just one) university level tutor that also offers "sex education" on the side. He can hear Desire's voice in his head already. “Dream!” His name is called from the counter. He takes a deep breath in before extricating himself from the booth. He grabs their items, his own drink secured between his chest and arm, and sits back down. The crepe cake does look delicious, but now as he looks down at it, all he can think of is what Jessamy had said. Had Hob been trying to coerce Dream into sleeping with him? Is that why he was texting him things unrelated to their sessions? He takes a sip of his coffee and tries to focus on Jessamy's trailing story about the latest art department drama. He never sends Hob a picture of that cake.

Wip List

[neptunescore]

Paring, lestappen, word, piano🎹🎵

Prompt word: Piano | Pairing: lestappen

The melodic symphony echoes against his living room walls, a slow tune, but one that never fails to bring him comfort. Charles tips his head back, a hum on his lips as his fingers dance upon keys of black and white with easy familiarity; the stool beneath him creaking slightly, protesting against the shifting weight on top as Charles’ body sways slightly.

A second creak makes itself known — sudden and loud — causing the slow blink of drowsy eyes and an abrupt silence as long tanned fingers hover still over the ornate piano.

“Schatje.”

A soothing rumble, the voice vibrating against his back as a chest presses against him and larger calloused hands pull him back towards the warmth behind. Charles melts against the man immediately, a satisfied sigh leaving his lips, “Max.”

Max’s head drops against the younger man’s shoulder, tousled blonde hair falling this way and that as the driver nuzzles into Charles’ neck, “they kept me for so fucking long,” he groans; pale hands squeezing and pinching his boyfriend’s waist in an attempt to express his obvious unhappiness.

“Hey! Don’t take it out on me!”

Another groan, muffled by the soft sweater it’s pressed against — and this time Charles’ can’t help but let out a small chuckle, “Stop pouting, mon chéri. You’re here now, get off so we can go sit somewhere more comfortable,” a pause, “preferably in bed.”

Max’s head lifts up, eyes narrowing as he frowns at the other man, “Charles. It’s 3AM. What in the fuck are you still doing out of bed.”

His boyfriend flushes immediately, a squeak leaving his mouth as he turns around to look at Max, a slow smirk forming on the other man’s tired face.

“Oh my god! Oh my god, you were waiting up for me, weren’t you?” He shouts with glee, “you’re such a clingy idiot! You couldn't fall asleep without me, could you?”

“NON-” Charles exclaims, hands flailing around as he tries to think of something — anything — to save himself from the mortified embarrassment coursing through him, “No! Max-” the ferrari driver leans back as the blonde man steps closer with a smug smile; the brunette’s arms reaching behind himself as he blindly searches for anything to grasp and steady himself with.

“Charles, wait- NO!”

A cacophony of sounds boom through the quiet apartment, both men flinching as Charles hurriedly lets go of the various keys he’d unknowingly clutched onto, gulping as he locks eyes with Max’s sleep-addled ones.

Blue irises stare into green as a silent pause rings through. Max smiles,“you ready to sleep now that I’m finally here, mijn vervelende jongen?”

“Max!” Charles scowls, yet a thick honeyed happiness seeps through him as he reaches up to interlace his hand with the one being held out to him.

Thin, sun kissed fingers intertwine with big pale ones. “Yes. Let’s go to bed now, mon chéri.”

It's been a while since I wrote anything so be nice to me😔, let me get back into the writing grind before you start judging me please😩🙏🏽. Anyway, I hope you liked this, anon!!💗

Divider by @cafekitsune (guys how tf do you make dividers, someone help me please)

Edit: I just reread this and do I have a hand kink or smthng😭? Why have I described their hands like 10 times😭😭

Rules and details☆°•~

[comatosebunny09]

moontide | r. kyojuro

summary: he looks at you with certainty in his eyes, as if he’s ready to dive into the crevasse with you. he'd do it a thousand times over. after all, he's waited years to take the leap. genres: romance, friends-to-lovers, modern au cw: use of alcohol, mutual pining, language, stream of consciousness, incomplete music: l'amour, les baguettes, paris - stella jang

It begins innocently enough.

Or as innocent as a reunion between friends can be, given the setting and people involved.

The bottle of Casamigos being passed around exacerbates things. Loosens tongues and inhibitions while dredging up memories of a childhood long-passed.

A cacophony of sounds typical of longtime friends paints the space beneath the gazebo. Shot glasses slam against acacia. Varying pitches of groans and laughter stain the atmosphere. Music spills from the Bluetooth speaker. Nostalgia hangs overhead, nebulous like the galaxies littering the sky.

Your laughter is amongst the fray, high and light. Soaked with Tequila, but it’s genuine. Your cheeks simmer with it, alongside the balmy caress of the breeze. Lips ache with a smile as you toy with the drawstrings of your blouse. You feel full. You missed this.

It’s divine, being home. Being tucked beneath willowy palm trees, the briny wind stinging your lungs, and sand grating the interstices of your toes. The sea at your back, singing its gentle cadence. Sandwiched between companions who have filled the gaps between your ribs for two decades. Recounting memories stashed between the folds of your mind for safekeeping.

Though the years have dragged you all apart, you’ve floated back. Eventually returned to the shoreline like driftwood.

Your gaze shifts. Caught by watercolor swatches of gold and crimson. Your smile loses a bit of its luster. Falters, because there he sits. At the edge of the bench, cheek propped on his hand, gaze swimming, mirth coloring his features. Mitsuri’s beside him, siphoning his attention.

The liquor does little to stop the envy curdling in your gut. Your mouth pulls into a grimace whilst another set of chuckles leaves Kyojuro’s lips. It’s not you eliciting such a sound, after all. It’s not—

How immature you sound—a brat forced to share a toy in the sandbox. You could smack yourself. Mitsuri is your friend. Been here since you were a teen, all awkward juts of bone and metal filling your mouth. Known of your infatuation with the blond for years. She wouldn’t dream of coming between you. Besides—a glance beneath the table reveals pale fingers twining shyly with tanned ones in her lap—Iguro holds her heart. Always has. Always will.

“—alright?”

You blink away your reverie. Vision ebbs and flows like cerulean waves lapping at the shoreline. His eyes bring you back first, wading beneath furrowed brows. Glimmering like the sunset against the ocean. Posing a question you know you’ll lie to.

Next are the worn pads of his fingers skating between the grooves of your knuckles. Gentle and homely like the caw of the seagulls in the distance. Thumb slipping beneath the clutch of your hand, memorizing every stitch and line. You flinch beneath the weight of it when he squeezes. Veins working overtime. He doesn’t seem to notice, his stare heavy and drawing you in like a whirlpool.

Sand fills your throat. Funnels into your chest. Gathers in your stomach, and your heart sinks with it. You somehow forget how to breathe. How to—okay, it goes like—

In.

Out.

In—

How—

Embarrassing. You’re 30-something. Seasoned, yet pining for your friend like he’s some grade school crush. He’s always had this way of wheedling himself beneath your skin. Peeling back the layers like an onion, leaving you raw and exposed. Even after all this time.

“I’m good,” you chuckle once your voice returns. The dissonance in your mind congeals like sea foam. You swallow against a tidal wave of anxiety. Avert your gaze to your lap, errant splinters from the table biting into your palm.

“You will let me know when you are ready to leave, right?” Kyojuro queries, dragging your stare back to him. A pang shoots like lightning through you. The softness of his voice. Warm like the summer sun beating on your chest. You don’t deserve it. Yet, it’s typical of him to ask. He’s long since assumed the role of your DD. He doesn’t drink. You’re envious of his resolve.

“Yeah,” you say simply. Lashes stained with kohl shutter, your gaze flitting down to where your hands meet. You turn your palm skyward to hold his. Harmless affection between friends. You convince yourself it means nothing when Kyojuro clutches you tighter, as if letting you go will cause you to disappear in a plume of smoke.

Mitsuri’s look is telling in your peripheral. Twinkling like sea glass beneath the golden glow of the gazebo’s lights. A beam threatens to take possession of her features. But she remains quiet, diverting her attention to Iguro. A friend through and through.

She’ll tease you about this later. You just know it.

Sanemi is the first to notice. Or the first to vocalize it.

He’s always been infuriatingly observant despite the aloofness he exudes. The low gravel of his voice cuts through the amalgam of merriment, shining the proverbial spotlight on you from the opposite end of the table. “Your glass has stayed pretty full over there,” he husks, your name added with a snort. “Wonder what our little angel has been up to in the big, bad city.”

You cut your eyes at Sanemi, your laughter petering. He looks at you from the tip of his nose, throwing back another shot of Tequila. A silent challenge leaving tension clinging to the air like sea salt.

He isn’t wrong. Since the festivities began—a wholesome game of Never Have I Ever that of course erred down a suggestive path—your shot glass has remained surprisingly full. You’ve lived several lifetimes since you left your sleepy hometown. Had a few lovers. Experimented. Unlocked different rooms of your psyche when you traded your flip-flops for high-heels and knee-length skirts. No longer the innocent husk you left behind, molded by time and experience.

“What haven't you done?” Sanemi quips, garnering the scrutiny of your friends.

With a shrug of your shoulders, you idly fiddle with your glass. Feel eight sets of eyes boring into you, kindling with various degrees of interest. Stripping you down to the marrow.

The cool glass turns in your fingers, light crystals reflecting off it. You scan the library of your muddled mind for something to dispel the silence. Something to make you human. You find your voice amid the sea, stained with nonchalance, the alcohol having thoroughly loosened your tongue.

But, of course, you would admit something so brazen. So intimate. And, of course, a particular set of sunset eyes would find yours through the discord of your friends, their collective gasps and laughter rivaling the static filling your ears.

And of course, he hasn't taken his eyes off you since.

It comes through the slurry of your thoughts. A lighthouse beaconing through the storm.

Tengen’s voice, laced with agave, crackles like pebbles dragged by the surf. His breath skates along the outskirts of your ear as he slurs, “You act like you're hot shit, but you haven’t changed one bit.” He dangles on a tightrope between sobriety and inebriation. Always been better at holding his liquor. A man his size has to.

You turn towards him in the violet haze of the night, head swimming. Catch sight of garnet-spun eyes dancing, dancing with amusement, chin propped on his palm.

Confusion occupies the space between your brows. Your lips quiver with a question you already know the answer to. “What’s that s’posed to mean?”

Tengen shrugs, much to your chagrin. Gaze flicks across from you, confirming that creeping suspicion. He combs through gossamer strands whilst you peek at a certain blondie you’ve been playing peek-a-boo with all night. A smirk cants Tengen’s lips when your gazes realign, browbones waggling. The warmth blossoming in your neck stems from more than just alcohol.

It’s harder to swallow now. Harder to breathe, your throat pulsing, and your blood thundering in your ears. The frayed threads of a hole in your jeans are suddenly more interesting, twirling between shaky fingers. You chew your lip, heat spilling into your chest. Ten’s never been one to letup, cornering you like the proverbial lamb laid to slaughter.

“Better tell ‘em before I do, city girl,” Tengen drawls. Side-eyes you whilst throwing back another shot, his glass striking the table with finality.

You shrink beneath his scrutiny like a scolded child. Know that he’ll do good on his threat. He’s never one to pull punches. Your idle crush has run Tengen ragged over the years, to the point where he’s come close to diming you out on numerous occasions. Would it be selfish of you to ask him to hold on a bit longer?

He casts you another warning look before hauling himself up from the bench, the acacia groaning beneath his might. You wince at the shrillness of it. Sink further, left at the mercy of your pride and anxiety.

You reach across before you know it. Find his hand through the discord, snatching Kyojuro away from his conversation, hesitation hanging in the air. His eyes shine with worry, fingers curling into your palm.

“Think I’m ready to go,” you breathe, fluttering your lashes against the wetness gathering beneath them. You offer a facsimile of a smile. “Tequila’s not sittin’ right with me.”

He doesn’t ask questions. Rarely does. Crow’s feet line the corners of his eyes. “Let’s go,” Kyojuro mouths, drawing you up from the bench alongside him.

You don’t bother with formalities, creeping away from your friends like two teens taking part in a naughty secret. You’ll beg for their forgiveness later. For now, you need a breather. Though, it’s become increasingly difficult to breathe with him beside you, his hand warm and reassuring in yours whilst he tugs you towards the surf.

A walk along the sea-line and the glittering stars before he takes you back to the icy, lonely clutch of your home.

[szollibisz]

his faggy little stance

just playing around with halftones

(also i promise that one day i'll do a full curtwen zine for pale beneath the tan (squeeze) by the front bottoms) <- you can hold me to this i need to do it so bad

[comfort-questing]

struggling to stand

it's Ari and her buddy from febuwhump again for @whumperless-whump-event day 3

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"don't push yourself too hard..."

they knew they were being annoying. but it had, after all, only been a few days since they'd made it back to the outpost; a few days since those awful nights they'd spent holding their own breath in each pause of stillness between Ari's, and listening wakeful to her cries of pain. so maybe they had some right to be annoying.

Ari spared a thin smile, amidst the effort of balancing on the edge of the cot, one hand splayed to steady her against the blankets and the other tucked across her body. "I'm fine," she said. "just - a moment."

the infirmary window was open today, a bright soft breeze coming in from the hills beyond, ridge upon ridge fading towards the cloudy horizon. the light and the fresh air had almost managed to chase away the lingering smells of medicine and soap and faintly, blood. they tried to match Ari's smile with their own, fragile though it felt on their face.

"sure." they took their perch on the crooked stool nearby, ready to lean forward if needed.

"all right, here goes." Ari took a deep breath in through her teeth, then, and leaned forward, bare feet planted on the floor. they had a hand under her elbow in a moment, which was a fortunate bit of forethought; she made it halfway upright before her knees gave way, and wobbled for an instant before they guided her back down to the cot.

she winced at the motion, huddling into herself, guarding her bandaged stomach with one arm again. her voice when she spoke again had a breathless touch to it. "that wasn't great."

they wanted to say something about not tearing her stitches - the medic had already had to redo a few of them from her restless shivering during the first nights - but swallowed it back instead. "give it time," they said instead, and squeezed Ari's free hand in theirs. "you're sitting up, that's good enough for today."

"maybe - yeah." Ari's face had gone pale again under its tan, her eyes flicking unfocused, blinking towards the bright square of the open window. "I don't know - "

"you all right?"

she took a quick breath in, shoulders hitching, and winced again. "kind of dizzy."

"good grief. lie down."

they helped her lie back onto the cot, and tugged up the blankets over her, watching nervously until the color started to return to her skin. her tousled hair was soft beneath their fingers. "we'll try again later if you like," they said. "just rest for now, Ari dear."

"dear yourself," Ari murmured, and turned her head so her cheek rested in the palm of their hand. "guess we're missing our next turn on patrol."

"yeah. probably the one after that too." but to have this at all, to be here in the morning light again with Ari awake and alert next to them, smiling and answering - that was enough, and more than they'd expected, in some of the dark hours past. "but that's all right."

"yeah." Ari wrinkled her nose. "probably have to figure out standing up again first."

they sighed, and let themselves chuckle back, in answer to her smile. "that'd probably help, yeah."

[lazywolfwiccan]

The Badger and The Snake: 1

Note: All the first years are fourteen and graduate Hogwarts at twenty in this, Derek is sixteen while Stiles is fourteen

Tagging: @axelwolf8109 @ozzypawsbone-princeofbarkness @lynsrosegarden @pollyna @taechnology777 @greek-freak101 @thebejeweledwatercat

Board by the talented af @ravenclaw-seeker

Eventually pairings: Stiles x Derek, Allison x Lydia, Issac x Scott, Ethan x Jackson, Aiden x Cora.

"Let me look over you" Noah Stilinski fretted over his son, Stiles was slightly uncomfortable but kept it in. To be fair, neither of them knew Stiles was a wizard until about two months ago.

"You write letters to me whenever you can okay?" Noah held his son's shoulder. "Of course dad" Stiles got surprisingly choked up. Noah hugged him close and let go after a minute.

"Give them hell kid" Stiles laughed and boarded the train.

He walked to the first compartment he saw. "Can I sit here?" "Sure" A tan skinned kid smiled politely, his companion rolling his eyes but not saying.

"I'm Stiles" "I'm Danny" Danny turned to his friend. "Jackson" The other kid rolled his eyes again. Another boy ran in, hiding in a corner. "What did you do this time McCall?" Jackson grinned.

"Might've angered the Steiner twins" He squeaked. "I told them Slytherin and Ravenclaw are for smart people and they aren't smart"

"One of this days you're gonna get punched" Danny laughed.

"Yeah yeah, I'm Scott by the way" He held out his hand to Stiles who shook it. "I hope I'm in Slytherin" Jackson said. "Ravenclaw" Danny said.

"Gryffindor" Scott sighed. "I don't really have one I want" Stiles shrugged. "That's smart, you won't be disappointed then"

Stiles giggled and even Jackson cracked a smile. "Hey Jackson" A young girl with long black hair walked in. "Hey cus" He teased.

"Stiles, Scott, Danny" He introduced quickly. "This is my cousin Cora" "Hi" She waved politely. "So Derek and Laura are definitely trying out for Quidditch this year"

"After they flew into our house twice?" Cora laughed. "I still can't believe my dad's gonna be the potions teacher" Jackson hid his face.

"Peter Hale?" Scott tilted his head. "Uh yeah" "Damn dude"

"Am I supposed to know this? I'm technically muggle born" Stiles muttered. "The rest of our family died in a house fire when we were babies, my dad and cousins survived, it was rumored that a rival wizarding family did it" Jackson said bitterly.

-----

"What if I don't get sorted" Scott whined nervously. "Maybe they'll keep you because of pity" Danny joked. "Ha ha"

Stiles couldn't hear anything, not the headmaster who Jackson was glaring at, not the fricking hat singing.

"Allison Argent!" A teacher called out. Jackson looked like he was about to throw something, Cora glared. Two teens from the Slytherin table looked away like she was beneath them, a teacher clenched his jaw but manages to look unbothered.

"Ravenclaw!" The hat yelled out. "That was awkward" Scott said.

"Cora Hale!" Cora took a deep breath. "Slytherin!" She whooped and ran to her brother and sister, who Stiles deduced were Derek and Laura.

"Isaac Lahley!" A young boy with curly blonde hair but too pale skin walked up shaking. "Gryffindor!"

"Lydia Martin!" A girl with strawberry blond hair skipped forward with confidence. "Slytherin!"

"Danny Māhealani" Danny patted Jackson on the back. "Slytherin!" "Aw man"

"Scott McCall!" Scott squeezed Stiles' arm, Stiles squeezed back

"Gryffindor!" Scott almost ran to the table with the Sorting hat on, the Slytherin teen boy that Stiles saw earlier, Derek, covered his mouth to keep from laughing.

"Aiden Steiner!" Aiden shoved past Stiles. "Ravenclaw!" "Wait what?" Aiden's twin said scandalized. "That's what happens when you act like a fool" Jackson whispered to Stiles who laughed.

"Ethan Steiner!" Ethan looked absolutely miserable. "Slytherin!" "They can separate twins?" "I guess"

"Stiles Stilinski!" Stiles was happy that it apparently didn't show his full name. 'Hmm, you're definitely loyal and smart, let us see' The hat said in Stiles' head. "Better be, Hufflepuff!" Stiles went to the table that was clapping for him.

Scott gave him a thumbs up and a grin. "Jackson Whittemore!" "Slytherin!" Peter Hale smiled genuinely and clapped for his son.

"I'm Kira!" The prefect sitting by Stiles shook his hand. "This is...wow" He grinned at all the food. "The head of house is my mom"

"That's so cool!" Stiles grinned.

Allison Argent was laughing with a few other Ravenclaws, Scott was arm wrestling with another Gryffindor, and Jackson and Danny were flirting with a couple of Slytherins.

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"Boys dorm is here, you'll have to room with Boyd and Liam" Kira said. Stiles was looking around the Hufflepuff common room in awe. "I love plants" He grinned. Kira smiled fondly.

"Yo" Boyd waved from his bed, Liam looked at Stiles with a small glare. "Hi" Stiles waved.

"We're second years, you're our only first year so..." Liam mumbled. "He's just cranky because he wants to cuddle with his boyfriend from Gryffindor. I still says Theo is crazy enough to be a snake!"

"Shut your face" Stiles laughed and sat on his bed, taping a picture of his dad onto the headboard.

Day one of Hogwarts had done well, hopefully the next months did too.

[furrbbyx]

M👹NSTER March Day 4: Vampire (Unholy Praise)

Here's the sauce ya filthy monster fuckers. Since day 5 prompt was insect and I've been writing mostly insects I'm taking a break (playing hooky) on day 5.

Male!VampirexMale!Human

NSFW

cw: blood, power play, anal, semen

Do not reproduce, do not copy

Do comment. I'm curious if my frustration with writing this came out in reading it.

Approx 1300 words

"I could hurt you so bad"

"I know"

"I could break you easily"

"I know" the reply shudders from his lips. His eyes are wide and hazy. He's in the monster's thrall yet his own desire is just as compelling.

"I could kill you"

"Yess..." Breathy with excitement the man squirms on the bed beneath the creature. He rolls his hips trying to encourage it to caress his pretty bobbing cock. A cold, soft palm embraces his shaft and presses it against his belly, using purposeful thumb strokes over the underside of the taut, slender cock head. 

"Ah-ahhhnn"

The vampire chuckles. Leaving his prey's cock to throb unfulfilled, he spreads the human's legs bending them to the side with jerky movements. Careful with his sharp teeth, making sure to drag his fangs over the delicate skin, the creature marks its way down the man's hip and thigh until it can feel the drumbeat of rushing blood vibrating through his fangs. For a moment he rests there with closed eyes, his fangs like sounding rods, letting the heady throb reverberate in his skull and intensify his bloodlust. 

Letting the monster threaten him in this way is the human man's favorite way to play. And the creature indulges its beastly nature, seeking its own bliss. Society and the covens may have mingled, playing at social niceties, but vampires are viscous parasites and there is no way to hold that back completely.  

When the monster lifts its head its eyes are sickly pale, opaque with dark red veins cutting across them. The human gasps, and whines at the undead between his legs. Watching it transform into a horrific facsimile of humanity with its lips pulled back over the sharp teeth, only adds to his anticipation. His sudden cry of pain entwines with the vampire's snarl as it strikes its target. There's a sharp pinch and a sear of pain as their fangs slice through the skin to the thick vital vein underneath.

The human's eye close tightly, his back bows, his cock pulses and drips with each pull of his life force into the maw of evil. A sweet dizziness fills his mind after a few moments of being feasted on. With it comes a sense of relief and a softening of his body as if all anxiety has been drained as well.

The monster releases him with a pop, a satisfied little growl, and a lustful lick to the puncture wounds. It raises up, leering at his lover with a new unholy energy buzzing about his body. Suddenly nourished, his own cock stands at attention straining towards the human. The vampire licks his lips clean while pulling and squeezing at his other tool of impalement; a raging tan dick and purple mushroom head.

"Still alive?" the question is rhetorical as it can still hear his human's heartbeat. The man gives a sloppy nod, lolling in his ecstasy.

The vampire reaches for a lubricant and begins to rub the slippery substance into the man's opening. With one finger he forces a dollop inside, and adding another finger he strokes his lover's hot, quivering insides. Soon a third finger joins with a meaty wet sound and mewling encouragement from the man. His hips buck seeking to draw the thrusting fingers further inside against the swollen point of pleasure in his bowels. His cock is softer now, from blood loss, but there is nothing soft about his need to be wit the monster.

The vampire coos as he stretches the ring of muscles sucking at his fingers.

"That's it, open for me. Look at you, so soft and vulnerable. Damn" The undead fiend's hand is now warmed through thanks to the man's blood and his hot meaty channel. Adjusting, the creatures leans down taking a long kiss from the mans full lips. He spreads out, pressing his body along his lover's seeking more warmth and more of his plush body. He grinds down with his hips and their cocks slide back and forth against each other.

The human's hands are holding the monster close, his lips sucking and tasting a little of his own blood. 

The blood-sucker pulls back to kiss the man's cheek, down his neck, teasing the skin with sharp teeth so the man shudders and whines. Sitting back on its heels the vampire takes in the scene. Even with a little blood loss the man beneath the monster's gaze is hot and vibrant. His skin is damp with sweat and the creature can sense the rush of blood just below his prey's skin. With no effort from the monster than man's hips are pulled into the creature's lap, his buttocks grinding against its hard shaft. He's lifted and the shaft teases him, sliding up and down the cleft of his plush, slickened cheeks. With another adjustment he finds himself held with one of the creature's arms wrapped around his lower back, bowing his spine slightly as the vampires lines up his cock with his partners eager little hole. Working through bodily resistance, the thick rod pushes deep with one deliberate thrust. The strength of the monster cannot be resisted. The burning glide is overwhelming causing ripples of pleasure to convulse his fragile human body. He attempts to squeeze his legs shut and ease some of the pressure in his hips but an iron grip holds him fast. Instead he grips the arms that hold him in place, unsure if he's trying to get away from the sensation or pull closer.

"Oh no lover, keeps those legs open, I want to see my mark on you." Comes the mocking laugh from the blood-seeking monster.

The human man moans. The vampire delivers another slow unyielding thrust, burying deep. He pauses for a moment to let the man grind on the invading cock and rock against the spot inside that makes his eyes cross.

With little effort the creature maintains control of his deep penetration, and the room beings to fill with wet rhythmic sounds of copulation, slutty gasps and groans from the man and an animalistic snarl.

The fragile body in its clutches drives the monster wild. There is no escape from its will, no chance for survival should its lust change to hunger. Yet the human is in utter bliss, squirming worse than a worm on a hook.  

The vampire strokes the growing chub of an erection his lover is sporting, cooing and praising his little fleshlight. The red hazy state of satisfaction from his blood meal urges his rough playtime with his human.

He leverages the momentum with precise little hip snaps, bouncing his lover on to his dick like a paddleball. He grins and condescends about how stretched and desperate the human has become.

"You take all of that. Like. It's. Nothing. Huh?"

"Pleeeeeease" a panting wail followed by a grunt as the vampire thrusts vigorously.

Again the creature raises up, leaning over the man to fold his body so his knees begin to descend toward his shoulders.

"You can come when ever you want babe" taunts the vampire. He reached between their connected bodies to stroke and squeeze the fleshy sack there. He gathers balls and dick in a strangling grip that causes the man to shut his eyes tightly and his face to twist as if in agony.

The monster pushes the man into the bed with each hammering pump. Aiming the taught package at the man's slack mouth it adds:

"Just try not to waste any." His throbbing sack is released but his dick is relentlessly serviced in the twisting grip of the monster until his eyes roll back an his mouth opens wide to receive his own seed.

Each juicy shot of cum seems timed with the slap of the vampires hips against his ass. Shaking and barley aware of anything but his mind melting release, the man revels in the feeling of being spattered, of making a mess of his face.

"Yeah, just like that. Just uhhgnn, perfect!"

[nancyheart11]

Fierce Deity is doing his best (Dad Squad)

The Fierce Deity looked over at his companions, concerned. He knew mortals were fragile beings and he was at a loss for how to help in this situation. If it had been a wound from battle he would have some knowledge of how to help, but after walking through the cold downpour the other day both Rusl and Abel began coughing, constantly sniffling, and had flushed faces that seemed to get worse the more they walked.

Unfortunately they were in no place to set up camp and both men were as stubborn as the Hero the Deity was searching for. When the pace started slowing due to both men struggling to breathe he made sure to match their speed and stay quiet about how slow they were currently traveling, with the hopes that they would soon find a place to take shelter while the two recovered.

As had been their luck so far on this quest, they soon ran into a group of monsters, which was smaller than what they had been encountering thus far. As soon as they were within sight he rushed ahead in the hopes to vanquish the enemy before Rusl and Abel could injure themselves in the conflict. With the last of the monsters slain the Deity looked back and felt the near foreign concern spike at the sight of Abel collapsing on the ground.

Time seemed to slow despite the speed with which he was moving, as hacking coughs were heard escaping Abels chest, where his hands were clenched and his eyes were squeezed tight in pain. Rusl was giving Abel a pat on the back (something the Deity was … less skilled at), before breaking into wet rattling coughs himself. He feared at this rate neither of them would make it to shelter on their own.

While they both insisted they were grown adults, both were small enough that Deity (gently ever so gently with delicate mortal organs) scooped a hand beneath each and cradled them to his side to be able to move swiftly, hoping that help could be found in time. While the sun had been high in the sky when the monsters attacked it was beginning to set by the time the forest they had been in was thinning.

He finally slowed down when they saw smoke in the air and adjusted course to head directly to the signs of civilization. He nearly sighed in relief upon the sight of a small cabin, wood stacked neatly at the side and smoke smelling of roasting meat rising from the chimney. He set the two down softly by the front door and they both broke out in a fit of coughing.

He crouched so that he could knock on the door; that was what Rusl did before entering personal dwellings and he seemed to get the most positive response from people. After a moment waiting where he could hear movement behind the door, it opened. A hylian taller than both Abel and Rusl (though still small to him) with black hair and brown eyes looked at the sash on his waist. His eyes moved up the breastplate, skin turning from a healthy tan to a more pale complexion. Then his eyes rose higher, skin losing blood to an alarming degree. When his eyes landed on the Deity’s face the hylian tipped over, lying unmoving on the floor.

This was … not ideal.

Before he could move to resolve the situation a hylian woman moved into view, saw the man on the floor and glared at him. He raised his hands to show that he was holding no weapons. (he could almost feel the sword on his back burning). The small woman crossed her arms and looked him in the eye

“Well? Ya gon help me move ‘im since ye scared ‘im face paint?”

Before he can do more than blink, a cough from his sick companions catches the woman’s attention. He backs out of her way as she frets over the men, before following her commands to bring them inside. He follows her curt instructions without question, amazed by the courage being displayed despite what he knew would be an intimidating sight, seeing as he was still covered in monster blood.

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Abel groaned as he came to, his head felt like a Talus had stepped on it. He started sitting up and paused as a cloth fell to his lap with a muted plop. He started for a moment uncomprehending, before it clicked in his mind that he was in a bed and not a stable one.

Feeling alarm shoot through him, Abel nearly collapsed on the floor attempting to stand. A pair of hands steadying him before he could hurt himself on the wooden floor. A glance revealed the enormous hands belonged to the Fierce Deity. Abel felt relieved at the familiar face, then strange looking at his companion who was not wearing his armor, a sight so unfamiliar that Abel blinked to make sure it was real.

Rusl moved into view holding a bowl that smelled amazing, his face breaking into an easy smile at the sight of Abel.

"You're awake! How do you feel?" Abel's growling stomach got a chuckle out of Rusl as the bowl was pushed in his hands, warmth seeping into his chilled fingers.

Abel decided questions could wait after the first spoonful, which was soup of decidedly better quality than either of his companions could make. Once he'd scraped the bowl clean Rusl handed him his clothes, much cleaner than they had been in … a while.

A woman came around the corner with the Fierce Deity trailing behind her, holding several ridiculously large pieces of wood.

"Oh! Yur up then? Let me know if ya need anythin else while you's here. The big ones been an amazing help during you's recovery!" This was said with a smile which seemed rare on her worry lined face.

Abel gave a nod and let her move past unhindered. Rusl had left at some point during the exchange and came back with a bag? Then he opened it to bring out Abel’s sword, which looked more polished than it had ever been since the calamity.

His head whipped up to see a slightly penitent smirk on Rusl's face.

"I hope this helps, I always feel safer traveling with a freshly cleaned and sharpened sword."

Abel simply stared, noting that Rusl still looked pale himself. The lengths these men would go to, for someone who refused to talk about his life before the calamity…Abel felt a smile tug at his lips, unfamiliar after so long spent with despair as his companion.