#then i will leave you hickies that can be seen from space

[superpixie42]

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[beforeimdeceased]

✮˚. ᵎᵎ 𖦹彡⋆｡˚ bbf dealer!ellie

a/n: there’s three different versions of this and i fought with myself about posting one so here you go! credit to @seattlesellie who i believe brought bbf!ellie to tumblr!

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‧₊˚ ⋅ જ⁀➴๋࣭ ⭑๋࣭ ⭑ Vacationing before the stress of your college classes fully consumed you sounded good at first. Then your older brother decided he wanted to come, and bring his best friend. Ellie Williams, who according to you, is the most annoying person on Earth. She never failed to eat up all your snacks, purposely hide around the house with your brother to jumpscare you, and steal your things to make you chase her around the house to get them back.

This has gone on for what feels like forever. Since the very day they’d met 10 years ago, and they’ve been a menacing duo ever since. And to top it off, she was his supplier. That meant she wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon. That also meant that while you were enjoying the shade and splayed out on the chaise, she was purposely canon balling in order to splash you. You pull your sunglasses off to shoot her a glare. “Ellie, don’t make me drown you.”

“Threats like that’ll get the cops called on you.” She retorts, arms crossed on the edge of the pool. Her swim trunks puffed in the water as her eyes gleam in the sun. The water was dripping down her freckled face and you’d never admit it but she looked so fucking pretty.

“Where’s my brother?” You change the subject, eyes wandering around the pool. It seemed to just be you and an elderly couple. One playing sudoku while the other flips through a newspaper. Ellie pushes herself up out of the pool, bikini top displaying a playful array of space themed patterns. Something she’d paired with plain black swim trunks. She sits on the chaise next to you, arms on her knees. “He went to go smoke.”

“Are you guys going to be high the entire week?” You ask. “You both ate all of my snacks yesterday when you got the munchies.” Ellie is rarely ever sweet to you, especially not when your brother around, so this is the rare occasion she says something that doesn’t make you want to roll your eyes to the far side of your head.

“Yeah, sorry about that. We’ll buy you some more…” You look at her, raising an eyebrow, and she rolls her eyes. “What? I can’t be nice?”

“You can, it’s just that you rarely ever choose to be. Not to me atleast.” You turn your head when you hear your phone chime with a notification and don’t notice her face fall.

It’s your brother informing you, and telling you to inform Ellie, that he will not be returning because he’d met up with some friends he hadn’t seen in a while. You shoot Ellie an apologetic look, but she reassures you that she’s his best friend and none of the people he’s met up with can compare. It makes you laugh as you begin packing up your things and walking back to the vacation house.

You’d thought that Ellie would stay but she goes with you. The short walk is silent. You pretend not to see her eyes wander, and she pretends not to see yours do the same. Your hands brushing up against each other but never intertwining.

You both can’t contain it anymore when you reach the house. She nearly pushes you down trying to get you inside, before cupping your face and pulling you in for a kiss. You grab at her hips wanting her closer, and it causes her to moan into your mouth. Her knee pushing between your legs and brushing up against your cunt.

“We’re gonna have to tell him eventually.” You breathe after breaking away from the kiss. She looks at you, soft green eyes piercing into yours. Triangling your face in a dazed and hungry stare. “I know. Fuck—” You cut her off with another kiss and almost go weak with the way her hands trail down your body. Fingers pulling at the fabric of your swimsuit. They rub at your clothed cunt while her mouth finds it way to your neck, trailing kisses and leaving rough hickies. She felt depraved, but she’d grown to need you. To need to hear you cry out her name.

The moment is sweet. Your heavy breathing and her soft whispers of “You like that?” and “Want me to touch you here? Use your words baby.” You can feel yourself growing close, legs barely keeping you upright when the sound of a key in the door stops you both in your tracks. It’s too late to run and hide, you hear a murmur of voices as it pushes you both. One of them distinctly being your brother’s.

[amica-aenigmata-naboo]

Hypersexual

Astarion x Y/N - drabble - 1K WC

Masterlist

Warnings: reference to SA if you squint?, Astarion being soft, reader being defensive af, persistent Astarion, happy ending because I'm weak

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It was one of the first things Astarion noticed about you. Your bed was rarely empty. The Grove, the Goblin Camp, the Underdark, Moonrise Towers, etc. Everywhere you went you seemed to have a warm body beside you by the end of the night. Himself included. He pined for your attention. Feeding from you daily brought you close, sleeping with you brought you closer, opening up bit by bit brought you even closer. And yet, he could still find the occasional rando leaving your tent at first light. If he listened closely enough, he could almost always hear sniffles coming from your tent every time someone left. He typically ignored it, opting to not care so he didn’t get attached. Unfortunately for him, he was attached. He had been for a while and seeing people leave your tent was like a knife to the chest every time. He wanted to confront you eventually, so that's what he did. 

He walked over to your tent, hearing the sniffles intensify the closer he got. When he peered inside he saw your naked form, balled up tight, sobbing quietly. He saw the hickies and claw marks the tiefling from last night had left on you. “Y/N?” he whispered.

You swiftly wiped your tears away as you moved to cover yourself up. “Astarion, darling. It’s so early, is everything alright?” You threw on the best smile you could manage while willing yourself to shed no more tears. 

“Why are you crying?” he asked as he moved into your tent fully.

“Tears of pleasure.” you waved him off, doing your best to sound lustful.

“You’re a terrible liar, my sweet.” he said as he sat opposite from you but still giving you space. 

You sighed, rolling your eyes, “Why do you care anyways?” you cringed internally, that sounded harsher than you intended. 

Astarion’s eyes softened a bit, “Because I care for you.” he said honestly. 

“Because I’m your blood bag,” you scoffed. “Worry not, I’m well enough for you to feed so… get on with it I guess.” you said as you tucked your hair behind your ear, leaning in for him to chomp down on your pulse point. 

Yet you felt nothing but the cold night air. Your eyes found his after a moment of hesitation. “What?” you said.

“You are so much more than food.” he said, a guilty look on his face. Is that all you thought of him? Somebody using you? “Why do you sleep with them?” he asked suddenly, trying to connect the dots in his head.

Your eyes widened, “It’s none of your business.” you said, your voice wavering. “I like sex, so why not?” your eyes avoided his, afraid he would see the truth in them. 

“Terrible liar.” he whispered, his foot tapping against your knee trying to get your attention. 

“Because it makes it all hurt a little less!” you yelled, his consistent questioning pushing you over the edge. “Because it fills the fucking void somebody put inside me. They used me, they hurt me. So if I can be desired, even for a moment, I will.” you felt tears stream down your cheeks as Astarion watched you, his mouth slightly agape. “This horrible feeling sits inside me like tar. Black and oozing and there is nothing I can do to fix it. I sleep with them because I want to know I can still be desired if I cannot be loved.”

“Who said you cannot be loved?” he said, leaning forward to wipe a tear from your face with his thumb.

“I… I just can’t… nobody can love me after what they did to me. Taking my body, playing with it while I just laid there… frozen. I thought they loved me…” you mumbled, memories from your past flooding you. 

“I love you.” he said simply.

Your head whipped up to gaze at him, “You don’t even know what love is Astarion.” you turned away from him so he couldn’t see you cry. 

“On the contrary… I have seen lust. I did it for 200 years. But this ache I have inside me, the longing I have for you and only you. That, I believe, is love. And… I like to imagine you feel the same way.” Astarion put a hand on your shoulder, moving slowly when you initially flinched away. 

“How can you love me? Aren’t you disgusted?” you whimpered. You wanted to believe him so badly, but how could you? You were made to be used. 

Astarion shifted so he could see you as he tilted your quivering chin upwards. “For sleeping with others? Darling I have bedded thousands.” he rubbed your cheek reassuringly. 

“That’s different. You didn’t have a choice.” you said, your voice coming out strained.

“I would argue that you didn’t either. When someone violates you like that… I’ve seen it go two ways. You overindulge, or you isolate. Both are natural reactions. Yours was to try and find solace, penance in others. None of it is shameful… it’s just… how things are I suppose.” he said, struggling a bit to find the right words but you felt the connection he was trying to make. 

“Each of them took a little piece of my soul… I’m not sure how much is left of me to give.” you shuddered in a breath, trying to calm yourself. 

“I don’t want your soul… All I ask is your heart, in exchange for mine.” he smiled at you, moving to hold your hand while he cupped your cheek. You had never seen eyes with so much sincerity and kindness. 

“I… I’d like that.” you whisper, leaning your forehead against his for a moment before your eyes opened once again with worry. “Do we have to…” you motioned between the two of you and the bedroll.

“Not until you want to. Completely, freely.” he nodded at you.

“And if I never want to?” you asked cautiously.

“Then I will love you all the same.” he leaned in slightly. He could feel your breath on his lips but waited for you to close the gap. 

You kissed him softly. He could feel the fear and apprehension in your kiss. While you felt the patience and adoration in his.

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Naboo's Note:

Hello lovelies! Hope ya'll like this one as well. Two in one night? What a deal lol I really like this one. Is it a bit of a trauma dump? Yes but writing is how I get it out and Astarion would 10000% comfort me through any of it. We love a supportive king. What a guy. Anyways! - be safe everyone, see ya'll soon!

[g4yforethan]

always forever

pairing: tate langdon x gn!reader

summary: reader moves into the murder house and encounters tate who is curious of the new owners

warnings: cursing, kissing

a/n: tate is not a criminal in this story i just find evan peters hot ! also i love y’all smmm!

you and your family had moved to los ángeles after a fire engulfed your previous house in flames. you never found out the cause of the fire but your mom put the blame on your dad for "leaving the stove on at night." you were also sad that you were going to leave your hometown and all of your friends but stayed optimistic for a new beginning. when you arrived at the house, you felt an energy. a strange energy. the house was victorian style and had lots of space. you could see why your parents chose it in the first place. after getting all your things inside, your parents went out on a date to celebrate the new move. they had invited you but you were too tired to go out and decided to stay in and order a pizza instead.

after getting into bed and watching a movie you hear a thud in your closet. you were scared but courage ran through your body and quickly opened it. there was a boy inside. you screamed for him to get out. "wow wow relax. i was just trying to see what cds you have here." he said as you back up from him scared. "first of all who are you and how the hell did you get into my house?!" you could've sworn you had locked all the doors so it was impossible for him to have snuck in. "let's just say i know all the ways to this house. i live right next door to you and seen plenty of people move into this house." "okay well then what are you doing in my room? and you never told me who you are."

"i told you i'm just tryna see what kind of albums you got here. not good ones though. and my name is tate. what's yours?" he got closer to you and now you could see he had blonde hair and soft skin. "i'm y/n. we just moved here today." tate started to move around your room and noticed some your posters that you had hung up on the wall. "mhm scary movies huh? i'm a big fan of friday the 13th." you laughed and found his sense of humor entertaining. "same the sequel's better to be honest. well my parents are coming home soon so maybe you should go." he gave a disappointed look at you. "sure i can't spend the night here? we could listen to some cds and maybe have a quick make out session or something?"

you were taken back by what he said but you couldn't deny the fact that he was exactly your type. "i mean we could listen to an album or two." his face lit up with excitement. the two of you sat on the floor listening to a rock album while tate discussed his life and asked you about why your family moved. "it was just a lot. i mean we never knew what caused the fire but we basically lost everything. i'm just nervous for this new part of my life and meeting new people and-" you started to tear up and tate took note of this and started to hug you. "hey hey. everything is gonna be okay alright? i mean it's gonna take time but at least you got me here so." you smiled and found comfort in tate. with his arms wrapped around you, the two of you locked eyes as your lips met his.

the two of you kiss for what seemed to be hours but it was a good 5 minutes of kissing. tate began to kiss your neck as you ran your hands through his hair. he lifted your shirt and placed his hands on your waist. “god you’re so beautiful.” he whispers in your ear as your face warms up and your cheeks turn red. he lays you on your back and starts to leave kisses and hickies on your chest and belly. his soft lips leaves you wanting more and more of his touch. his hands start to reach your zipper. “can i?” he asks you. you nod and he smiles and starts to unzip your pants.

all of a sudden, a knock on the door interrupts you two. “hey y/n we’re back home!” your dad yells outside from your room. you look at tate in fear while tate has a calm look on his face. “oh my god you have to go now!” your dad starts to open the door and you close your eyes and cringe in fear. “hey honey is everything okay?” you open yours eyes and look around your room. tate was gone. he was there just a second ago. “uh yeah i just woke up right now.” your dad asks you to come downstairs for leftovers. you agree and look around your room. how did he do it? you look in front of you. “boo!” it was tate. “oh my fucking god tate! how did you hide so quickly?” “let’s just say i know this house a little too well.” he leans in for a quick kiss before disappearing again into thin air.

[burning-academia-if]

Okay, so, I'll send a proper character reaction ask this time!

You may have seen that before, but it seems every IF blog gets that one ask about how would the ROs react, in relationship (but usually early on), if they see a hickey on MC's neck. And every single time that ask comes in, my fluff loving heart has to send a follow up in which I then ask - "but what if, after that hickey stuff, the RO learned (from the MC or otherwise, probably by accident) that this is not a hickey at all, but a mosquito bite to which the MC had some sort of allergic or otherwise strong reaction, which made it look as big and red?"

So this time I thought... why not just ask the whole thing all at once and be done with it? So like, the actual question: "In relationship, how do the ROs react when seeing a hickey on MC's neck... and how do they react when they later learn this was not a hickey but an insect bite (which also means if they didn't outright comment on it, the MC must have been very confused if they reacted badly)?"

PS: feel free to ignore it if it's too long or annoying to answer! Like I said, usually someone else sends the hickey ask, and I send the follow up. But well, if you feel like it, I'd be very curious!

Thanks and have a great day!

"Hickie" + It's just a bite.

Rook:

For the past ten minutes, he’s been staring at your neck. Or rather, trying his best not to. His thoughts are racing and you haven’t noticed as the two of you walk to a nearby place to grab lunch. Your hands are twined together, and you’ve been talking about classes and work and he thinks he’s been responding.

Inside his head, is a symphony of thoughts. He’s marathoned the five stages of grief already. Currently he rests in the center of ‘acceptance’ and ‘grief.’ Mostly, he’s teetering over the edge into a downward spiral of examining himself.

Rook has always been able to see you with anyone else besides him. Still, the fact you somehow still existed in the same space as him for so long, only because the stars kept aligning in his favor, has been one he’s taken for granted.

There are plenty of things he hasn’t been able to give you, and there’s a strangely complicated history spanning between you two, like a stretch of highway flooded to the ankles after rain. It’s why the mere act of you being here, besides him, is all he can ask for.

If you need someone else, he isn’t going to stop you. The fact your beside him at all is enough of a miracle, and he won’t complain even if it makes his heart break. It’s nothing short of what he deserves.

“You’re quieter than usual.” You comment at some point, and he blinks himself back to reality.

“Sorry. Tired. Stayed up too late last night.”

“You stay up late every night.”

“Well, there you go!” He grins and you only raise a brow at him, but mercifully, comment no further. He has to focus, to slip the mask back on. To keep himself steady.

As you both near the place you’d agreed to eat, you tug on his hand, “Wait, can we stop at the corner store real quick?”

“Oh yeah, did you need something.”

You motion towards your neck, directly at the mark Rook has been trying so hard to ignore, “I need to get some hydrocortisone cream for this bite, it’s been bothering me all day.”

He blinks once, then twice. For once, he’s almost at a loss for words, “Oh.”

“…? Is something wrong?”

“No, I just didn’t realize bites could get that bad.” He covers, quickly. You stare at him and he stares back, all previous thoughts wiped from his mind. He had not been starting to think you were better off without him, nor were his thoughts wandering to how much happier you’d be with anyone else.

He eases his expression into a smile, and you only shrug, “If you say so.”

The thick feeling in his throat never quite leaves.

Beck:

Beck is recounting every face of every person he’s ever seen you interact with. Every person you were just a little too close with, or anyone whose every expressed any interest in you.

He’d spotted you earlier, and in any other case he’d have gone to you and try to squeeze in a few minutes of time together before he had to attend class. Instead, he’d seen you rub at your neck and caught the red mark on your neck. Everything had gone blank, and he’d left before you’d seen him.

Now, his thoughts are scattered in every direction. Beck reads people, and he’s good at it. It’s why this is all hard to wrap his head around. There hadn’t been any change in your demeanor or how you acted around him. If he searches through his memories, he really can’t think of any signs. Or maybe he’s lying to himself.

His fingers keep tapping against the counter as he gazes at nothing. His actions had been so annoyingly constant, Rook had snapped at him to stop brooding in the main. With Beck’s mild response, and clear intention of not doing so, he’d left.

It’s why when the door opens now, later, he expects it to just be him coming back. When he turns and sees you, his spinning thoughts once more freeze. He isn’t ready to see you.

“Hi,” you give a small smile, “Rook told me something was wrong.”

“Oh,” He lets his eyes close, trying to decide how to go about this, “Sorry.”

You take the seat next to him, and he can’t bring himself to look at you. There is only concern in your voice, and he can’t understand how you could have cheated on him and still be so full of affection, “What happened? It’s rare to see you like this.”

“Well, I…” It’s also rare for him to not know what to say. He steels himself, sets his jaw and turns to fully face you. It’s when he does this that he sees a newly acquired bandage on your neck. He falters once more, “A band aid?”

You reach up, looking like you’d even forgotten it’s there, “Oh, yeah. Don’t worry about it, I just got bit. But what’s wrong with you—”

He breaths out a laugh as his head falls and his forehead rests on your shoulder. You stiffen for a moment, before you carefully run a hand through his hair. A bite, of course. It’s the only thing that makes sense. Why didn’t he think of that?

“I’m fine,” he says, and you shift a little as his breath fans across your skin, “Especially now that you’re here.”

You look like you want to say more, but he stops it with a feather light kiss. And another, and another. His relief is palpable, and despite your confusion, you kiss him back, fingers gently combing through his hair in comfort.

Rhea:

You’re already in the student government room, bent over paperwork you promised earlier to help out with. Rhea almost smiles at the sight, eyes going soft. You’re pretty much an honorary member of the SGA at this point.

“Good morning.” She says letting the door shut behind her. “You’re early today.”

“So are you.” You sit up straight, sending her a smile. The movement allows her to see your neck, and it’s like the breath was stolen from her. There, on your neck, is an angry red mark. Her eyes narrow as they zero in on it and you, sensing the clear change in demeanor, shift. “Is something wrong?”

It isn’t like this would be the first time, she thinks, as her insides turn. There have always been people who got close to her solely because of her position and not because they actually cared about her. She’s been cheated on before, but it does not stop the knife from digging in deep.

Even if she didn’t think you were capable of it, it isn’t like she’s judged someone wrong before, “If you’ve already grown bored of me, you merely need to tell me.”

You rise, eyebrows knitting together, “I’m not sure what you mean?”

“I think the evidence on your neck is clear enough.” She can feel the burn in her throat, but she doesn’t cry. She retains her mask as well as she can and turns away as you go shell-shocked.

“Wait, you mean my bug bite?” She freezes before turning back to you. You step closer, allowing her a better view of the mark. Now, right in front of her, she can see the bump in the center of the angry red skin, a clear indication it is, in fact, a bite. “It looks pretty bad, right?”

Her face flushes red, and she rushes her words, “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean…”

“With how bad it looks, I can understand the confusion.”

“Still, I immediately jumped to conclusions and judged the worst of your character. That isn’t any way to start a relationship.” She takes a breath, and tries to steady herself and the flood of old memories that had overtaken her. “I’ll do my best not to jump to conclusions next time.”

Despite how the accusation must have rattled you, you merely take her hand when she offers it and give it a small squeeze. Her heart’s still racing and there is still a buzz running down her skin, but at least she’s assured that it was nothing.

Zoe:

You pause, tilting your head at them, “Is something wrong?”

“That mark—on your neck—”

“Hm? Oh, yeah, something bit me. It’s been itching really bad and I think I irritated it more.” You laugh, your hand moving towards it before stopping yourself at the last second.

Zoe has never felt such a strong mix of both relief and stupidity, “

Lars:

Your eyes are wide and his are cold as he cages you between the table and his body. His jaw is set, pupils dilated, and he wears the threat like a favorite cloak. You search his expression, and he thinks you have a lot of nerve.

“What’s…what’s wrong?”

“I think that should be obvious.” His voice is low, and he knows it best to leave. To turn his back and never look back. But the way you approached him, as if the hickey on your neck wasn’t so obvious, had made him see red.

His fingers coast up your arm, and you swallow hard, “I really don’t know. And this is…a lot. Even for you.”

“Is it?” He stops, hovering just beneath the mark. The fact it came from someone else, someone he doesn’t know, sets his teeth on edge. He doesn’t want to feel this. He’d rather just sleep and not have to deal with the presence of reality. His hand rises, and presses against the mark.

You let out a hiss, “Ow, hey, be careful. That bite really hurts.”

He goes still, his touch easing almost instantly, “Bite?”

“Yeah? There’s no way you didn’t notice…” your voice trails off and you eye him, “You didn’t think it was a bite, did you?”

As the initial rage ebbs away, he takes another look at it again. There isn’t the normal bruising of a hickey, and it is only the red of irritation. His hand slips behind your neck, pressing you even closer, “Maybe I didn’t.”

His head dips down and you let out a small gasp as his lips press against your skin on the opposite side, “Lars—”

“But this one will be.” And his teeth sink down.

???:

You return to your dorm, and you catch the faint, almost translucent figure of The Voice. They’re resting on the couch, which can’t be a comfortable place to sleep. Hesitant, as though they’ll fade away again, you brush a hand across their face and feel the cold.

Their eyes open and you smile at them, “Good morning.”

“Oh, MC…” Their voice trails off as they seem to catch on something. A flicker of something crosses their expression, and they move away from your hand.

You pause, “Is something wrong?”

Instead of a response, they reach out and press their forehead against yours. Again, you feel their presence wrap around you, inside, as though you were both back in the old days of when you two had become bound.

You let them, if only because the stillness that has over taken them is one you know well, although it’s never been directed at you. It’s obvious when they find what they need because they give a soft sight and pull away.

The warmth is back in their eyes, “You can’t leave a bite so severe untreated, my love. What if it gets infected?”

“Is that what bothered you?” They press a kiss against your cheek before they pull away. “Come, let’s disinfect it. I don’t wish it to get worse.”

They pull you up, and lead you towards the bathroom. The strength in their grip tells you that they’re still rattled by something, but you’re not sure what. You know if you question it, they won’t say, so you merely sit on the counter and let do what they wish, watching as their demeanor slowly unwinds.

[hellhound5925]

Nicknames

Here I am..back again with my nicknames head canon but this time….drum roll please…thank you… this thirst trap is brought to you by Crosshair. Enjoy!

Warning: Smutty smut smutting smut

Crosshair

When I first said 'Crossy', he acted like he didn't hear me and didn't comment on it. The second time I said it, he definitely heard it and just stood there eyeing me, sending a rather unpleasant message. Third time I could tell he was really irritated and for a moment I thought he was going to comment. However, he just huffs a sigh and walks away. I won't lie...I like pushing his buttons.

But the fourth time...he was definitely seeing red. "Don't call me that" he snaps. A Devilish grin spreads across my face. "Okay Crossy." Taking 3 large steps he's now directly in front of me. Grabbing my jaw, he tilts my head up towards his face. "I said.....Don't. Call me. That." As he flips his toothpick between his teeth, his breath fans over my face stirring something inside me. I'm not sure why I did what comes next or where it came from but something about him getting in my space like that.... His hand still ahold of my jaw, I lean a little closer, closing the distance between us "What exactly are you going to do about it? Crossy?"

Something about the way I challenged him sparked something I've never seen in his eyes...lust?

Taking the toothpick out of his mouth, he leans in and kisses me so deeply, pushing me into the durasteel wall. Using his body he pins me there and I let out a soft moan. Pulling away, he looks me in the eye, panting heavily. He inches closer "My vode (Brothers) never hear it. It's for me... and me only...Understand?"

My breath hitches in my throat, all I can do is nod. He continues to kiss me hungrily, taking one hand and aggressively pulling my shirt down over my shoulder, making it more accessible. He moves down and sucks a hicky I know will be deep purple. "Kirff Crossy." He growls quietly before biting down on the spot and soothing it with his tongue.

He leans away with a smirk on his face. Grabbing his wrist, I pull his hand up towards my face and bite the tip of his glove before pulling it off. The glove dangles between my teeth and we make eye contact. His pupils blown wide, I drop the glove and he offers me the other. This time, I curl my tongue around his finger before grabbing the glove between my teeth and pulling it off. Roughly he pulls my shirt off before picking me up and walking me over to the bed, practically throwing me on it before crawling over me.

He huffs out a low lusty chuckle "...you think you can push my buttons and get away with it?" he traces his fingertips over down my neck, between my breasts, and down past my stomach. The sound that leaves my lips is almost unrecognizable even to me, feral and desperate. It only seems to egg him on. He makes eye contact with me, while aggressively pulling of my bottom layers. I can feel the vibration of his growl from deep in his chest, between my thighs while he kisses and bites at the skin on my hips.

The pressure in my core is too much too breath. He seems to notice and picks his head up before making his way back towards my face. I swallow hard and bite my lip to prevent any sound from escaping my mouth - he’s enjoying my suffering too much. “Beg for it” his voice is harsh. “Please Crossy…I need you…” my simple plea sends him over the edge. The mind numbing, skin on skin contact with him sends my pleasure center into overdrive.

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[overwatchfics]

kiriko, ashe, sombra and/or d.va mirror sex hcs? doesnt have to be all of them, those are just the ones im kinda 👀 with iykwim

A/N: YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES IM GLAD I GET MIRROR SEX REQUEST!

MIRROR SEX (Sombra, Ashe, Dva, and Kiriko.)

Ashe:

Don't worry doll we'll get you all settled right here

Ashe has a throne in her bedroom I don't care what you say to be that or it's like a really nice love seat.

You are on her lap legs spread, with a pretty sizable strap between your legs.

She's got a collar around your neck, and she's pulling it on it firmly, arching your back and forcing you to engulf the remaining length of the rod between your legs, the glint of light reflecting off of the strap on just shows how utterly soaked you are.

You can feel her lips leaving bites and hickies along your shoulders and neck and you can see the smeared scarlet traces of her lips on your skin.

One of her hands reaches up and gently pries your mouth open with two manicured fingers and slips them in your mouth. She wants to hear everything.

Your tongue slides around her fingers and between them. She instructs you to keep your mouth ajar as she drags those fingers out of your mouth and between your legs to roll your clit.

Your forearms are bound behind your back and Ashe leans forward, putting her hat lopsided atop your head, and chuckles huskies next to your ear

Giddy up cowgirl, show me how well you can ride

Kiriko

Bent over your bathroom counter at your own christmas party, not a place you expected to be so soon

Kiriko was pressed up behind you, with a hand working on lightly flicking and rolling one of your nipples, the other had already sunk two fingers knuckle deep.

She's got her fangs buried into the space beyween your shoulder and neck in a predatory bite and she slowly, but roughly Jack's her fingers into you.

The there's a knock at the door.

This does absolutely nothing to stop Kiriko, intact it seems to spur her on, her fangs leaving your skin, and you can feel her smirking against you. A small huff of amusement leaves her.

"Hey uh you ok in there? You've been out of sight for a while?" IT was Genji hell fucking no.

Kiriko's softly glowing eyes meet yours in the mirror in a silent question of What are you going to do about it

"OH uh-" Kiriko roughly thrusts into you causing you take a shuddering breath, and you glare at Kirikos reflection, the only response is her eyes squinting slightly in mirth. "I-I'm ok, dinner didn't exactly agree with my s-stomach so I'm biding my time in here"

Behind the door Genji just quirks an eyebrow and says a quick "Alright, text me if you need anything" and his footsteps fade.

You let's out a breath of relief and you can hear Kiriko laughing softly behind you, her fingers curling in you, making you arch into her, gasping sharply. The hand at your nipple moves up to grip your hair, forcing you to maintain eye contact as the playful smile leaves her face in favor of a darker, lustier expression. You catch the glint of a fang as she gives you a lop sided smirk.

Don't think you're off the hook yet, pretty girl... you're mine.

Sombra (invisible man sex bc I haven't seen it yet)

You're on your knees, back upright, and thighs spread right into front of your bedroom mirror

You can't see her, but you can feel her

All you can see are the lips between your legs opening up, and you feel 2 fingers slide in.

You feel Olivia's other hand against your throat firm and holding you close to her.

You jolt when you feel light electrical discharges from her finger tips, a trick she does often because she knows you like it so.

Olivia laughs and kisses your cheek, a purple lip stain left behind in the place where you felt it

You are holding on to the wrist at your neck for life as she ramps up both the electricity and the speed of her fingers.

Her lips find their purchase just under your jaw leaving kisses on the back of your neck.

You're doing so well cariño, you look so beautiful spread out of my hand like this.

D.va

You're in Hana's mech repair room (like the one in the cinematic) and you're handcuffed to her tool bench and above you are lights and mirror. You can't move at all and you're stuck looking at your reflection on the mirror above you

"Awww look at you all cute and tied up bunny"

Hana walks a circle around the table, and she's armed with a high-powered vibrator, bubble gum pink just her style.

She's in her mechanics coat and notices the glare of the lights in your eyes, she take of her hat, and rests it on you, just enough to where you can see yourself, but still blocks the light.

She's edged you quite a bit already, but she's brought the vibrator to finish the job

Hana turns it on and moves to the side of the table and gingerly presses it between your legs.

The humming of the toy startles your body into action, your legs start to twitch and tremble and you cannot control the sinful sounds leaving your lips.

Hana smirks and raises the intensity and now you're nearly shouting her name and you quack under her touch. She leaves comforting kisses across your shoulder, neck, then face.

She pulls away and moves a hand to between your legs and you feel her fingers work in tandem with the vibrations of the toy.

Hana tells you to look at yourself so you do and you her her laugh

I love when I have you to myself like this. I'm here, and I have you, but don't expect to leave this table without screaming who you belong to bunny.

A/N: LEGS I LOVE YOU HOMIE. THIS WAS SUPER FUN TO WRITE.

[atmilliways]

Part One: Sweet Little Lies

(part two) (part three) (part four) (part five) - complete as of 4/4/23

Rating: Mature Word Count: 2190 Ships: Steddie Major Tags: Jealousy, Casual sex Additional Tags: Pining, Slutty Steve Harrington, Drinking, Vomiting, Pre-relationship

Author’s Note: Written for the Stranger Music Anthology prompt, Rainbow In The Dark by Dio; banner by @xirayn​. Story kinda got away from me... I wrote a lot more than 2k, so there will be more.

Ao3 Collection: Rainbow in the Dark Anthology

Read it on Ao3

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Eddie doesn’t have a thing for Steve or anything. 

(Lie. He’s carried a torch for the guy on and off since 1981; it is now 1988.)

And it’s not like he thought that, after all the life or death stuff, after ‘Steeeve Harrington is actually . . . a good dude,’ after ‘Don’tcha, big boy?’ and the adorably questioning looks Steve had shot him in response, after Steve holding his guts in all the way to the hospital and throwing an absolute ‘Is this how you’re going to talk to a goddamn Harrington after all the money my parents have donated’ shit-fit while drenched in blood until Hawkins Memorial agreed to treat him. . . . It’s not like, after all that, he thought moving to Indianapolis with the guy would mean something.

(Lie. He’d thought about how often Robin would inevitably visit them in their shitty two-bedroom apartment and daydreamed pointlessly about that second room being unofficially hers.)

And, and, it’s not like Steve coming out to him as bisexual within a few months of moving in, then turning those great big doe eyes on Eddie while he asked if he’d take him to his first gay bar sometime had made him do anything as ill-advised as yearn.

(Lie. In defiance of all sense of self-preservation, Eddie’s first thought had been that maybe he meant it like a date. He’d had to quash that immediately, before the ember that had fallen from his torch caught on anything and burned him from the inside out.)

Really, none of it’s a big deal. They’re at the bar dancing in the swirling light of vivid colors cast all around the otherwise grungy space, and Steve moves in unexpectedly close. Close enough for Eddie to feel the press of him all along his front. It’s crowded, but not that crowded; he’s not expecting it, and, well. 

Eddie is a coward. He moves back. 

Just for a second. But while his mind is still reeling, some guy cuts in to dance with Steve—because Steve is fucking gorgeous and Eddie absolutely hadn’t nearly had a heart attack while putting eyeliner on him, or again when he’d seen his fucking outfit, with the sinfully tight jeans and the t-shirt short enough to show off abs worthy of licking, scars only enhancing the effect in his personal opinion—and Eddie backs off. 

Let Steve have some fun exploring his newly expanded horizons, you know? It totally isn’t killing him or anything.

(Lies. It’s a very big deal. His heart is in bad shape and he feels well on his way back to nearly dead.)

-

It’s not like he doesn’t have his distractions, either. 

He’d found a fellow metalhead amongst his coworkers and followed that thread of knows a guy who knows a guy who knows a guy to a band that needed a guitarist and dug the scraps of original songs he’d turned up with. They’ll probably never make it big, but Hawkins had held Eddie in such notoriety (the ugly flip-side of fame) that he’d had to leave, and the rock star life would have that same unappealing kind of omnipresent scrutiny. These days he plays just to work off the tension, get some of the shit out of his system; he still has nightmares, occasionally, but his demons always seem to let him go while he’s making music. 

(No one needs to know that half his songs are secretly about Steve.)

And Eddie needs all the breaks he can get now that every time he comes home from a shift at the coffee shop, it seems like Steve has acquired a new set of hickies. Every. Single. Time. It’s fine. 

(Lie. And one count of possible over-exaggeration on the hickey front, but he can’t. Stop. Thinking about it.)

The thing is, Steve doesn’t date around. He never calls whatever he’s doing dating, just says he’s going to “hang out” with some guy whose name Eddie isn’t familiar with, never quite sure if it was someone that he knows or not because half of his job involves writing names on paper cups; they all blur together after a while. Occasionally there’s a girl thrown in there for variety, but Steve is more straightforward about calling those hookups. 

None of these hangouts or hookups ever seem to happen at the apartment—which is good, it isn’t like Eddie needs to know what that sounds like. Or looks like. Or anything. 

(Lie. He wants very much to know, just without anyone else in the way. Just Steve. The muffled noises he sometimes catches late into the shadows of the night through the very thin shared wall that separates their bedrooms are a tantalizing sample. He’s grown well versed in staying silent while touching himself to that elusive soundtrack, not wanting to miss a single scrap of what little he can get.)

-

Okay. So maybe Eddie is a little pathetic. 

He certainly feels pathetic, standing (moping) against the bar and staring blankly into the crowd for glimpses of anyone he knows (Steve), already in his third beer. Or . . . fourth? He frowns, idly trying to remember, before his gaze finally lands on Steve, body loose as he moves to the throb of the music. That pretty face smoothed over, relaxed and grinning languidly under a rainbow of light, his hair perfectly styled—more professionally done every day now that he’s scored a job at a hair salon. He’s just a shampoo boy, for now, but he’s learning. 

That head of perfect hair tipping to say something to the guy dancing up close to him. 

It’s like an arrow straight through Eddie’s heart. Like a bat ripping his goddamn nipple off all over again. 

And it’s all Eddie’s fault, isn’t it? If he hadn’t choked and backed off that first time, maybe he would still be dancing with Steve—something he hasn’t done since, but it’s not like he thinks about it obsessively. 

(Lie. Absolute crock of horse shit. He’s doing it literally right now, because he wants Steve reaching back to put both hands on his hips, grip tight to hold him close like Steve wants him there. It’s so, so stupid to want what he so clearly can’t have, but Eddie can’t help himself.)

This is the moment the bartender slides a shot his way, and when Eddie glances around he spots a guy further down the bar giving a little wave. 

Well, Eddie thinks, appraising and pathetic and edging on tipsy with intent to keep going. The guy is good-looking, all broad shoulders and a nice smile and a promising hint of chest hair just visible in the V of his partly unbuttoned shirt. Why not? He’ll do.

(Lie.)

So he does shots with a pretty stranger at the bar, loses count of how many until not Steve becomes close enough. And if he feels eyes boring into him sometimes from the dance floor, it’s probably just his imagination.

-

Steve is oddly reserved on the walk home, even as Eddie keeps stumbling into him because the damn sidewalk won’t stay still. He feels relaxed in a way he hasn’t in, like, forever, all loose-limbed and warm and totally over Steve Harrington. 

(Lie. Even with some other dude’s spit drying in his cock, and his hand thoroughly washed but still feeling of the hard weight he’d cradled in his palm, all his senses still lit up like a fucking Christmas tree around Steve.)

“‘Samatter, Stevie?” he slurs, whining, because everything he says only seems to earn him a shrug or a grunt from the other man. It totally doesn’t make him want to latch onto Steve’s arm and cling to him like a koala until he gets the guy’s full attention. “Didn’t you have a good night? Looked like you were having fun out there.”

Steve shoots him a look that he’s not sure he’d even be able to read sober. It’s like somebody took grumpy, pouty, and a secret third ingredient and threw them in a blender. “Not as much as you.”

“We should get milkshakes,” Eddie declares, thoroughly detailed by that blender thought. He leans in, and bumps his head against Steve’s a little too hard in his enthusiasm. “Stevie, y’know anywhere we can get milkshakes this late?”

“No, dude. Stop it.”

It hurts that Steve both figuratively and literally shrugs him off. Eddie sways in place for a moment, but when Steve keeps moving towards home he shakes himself from head to toe like a dog climbing out of a lake and lopes forward to catch up. 

“Dude, what the hell?” he complains, poking at Steve’s side with a finger because god forbid he keeps his hands to himself. “Always brings me down when you’re like this.”

“Like what?” Steve scoffs. “When am I ‘like this,’ what does that even mean?”

He doesn’t know how to answer Steve’s question. 

(Lie. ‘Like this’ is whenever Steve isn’t looking at him, smiling at him, touching him. Steve is always ‘like this.’ God, Eddie thinks, but knowing his own mind is a fucking curse.)

He settles for grumbling, “I just don’t know why we can’t get fuckin’ milkshakes, man,” and swaying ahead at a faster clip because their building is in sight now. Steve catches up while he’s stalled at the front door, patting his pockets trying to find his keys. “Man, what the fuck—”

“Bartender took your keys.” 

Eddie frowns, blinking. “My house keys?”

“You kept waving them around and talking about driving home, so yeah,” Steve huffs, leaning around him to unlock the front door. 

“Buzzkill,” Eddie mutters, not sure if he means the bartender or Steve, and takes the stairs up to their floor a haphazard two at a time. 

He has to wait in front of their locked apartment, and that’s when it occurs to him. 

“Shit,” he blurts out while Steve unlocks this door too, “that ring has my work keys. I’m supposed to open tomorrow!”

“Are you—” Steve pushes the door open and Eddie trips inside with a groan, because everything is spinning so fast now “—fucking kidding me?”

“Bar’s gonna be closed in the morning, fuuuuuck,” Eddie moans, slumping face first over the first piece of furniture he encounters, which luckily is the couch. “M’fucked,” he tells the couch cushions. 

“With that attitude, yeah.”

Eddie sits up, which is totally a good decision. 

(Lie. He eyes the nearest trash can, which he’s seeing in kaleidoscope triplicate, and thinks he’ll have enough warning to make it in time if he needs to.)

“How’s this,” he says with forced brightness, definitely slurring worse now but whatever. “How’bout you—” pointing at Steve for emphasis, and he thinks he’s pointing at the right one “—go back to the bar. Get my keys. Find a quick fuckbuddy to take care of that big ol’ twist in your panties. . . . An’then come home. With keys.”

“What?” Steve says incredulously as Eddie tries to drag his legs up onto the couch and . . . misses, somehow. “You want me to go back for your—Okay. Sure. That’s—Just fucking great.” He drops one hand to his hip (clad in those tight jeans again, the ones that really show off his ass) and the other pinches at the bridge of his nose like Eddie is giving him a headache. “Go back to the bar that I just goddamn left.”

“You only left because I got cut off,” Eddie reminds him. He flourishes a hand vaguely in Steve’s direction. “So go. Fly free, big boy, I release you—”

“I left,” Steve interrupts, both hands on his hips now, and oh, he’s pissed now, isn’t he, “because I wanted to make sure you got home safe, you jackass. Since that friend you made didn’t bother to do it.”

“Oooh, I see how it is!” Eyes flashing, Eddie hauls himself right back upright, as if now it might be a better idea. (It’s literally the same idea, but he’s too distracted to make a grab for the trash can now.) “You can make as many friends as you want, but as soon as I make even one, well. That’s just not allowed, is it? Got it. Good to know, and fuck you very much. Keys, please.”

“That’s not—” Steve’s mouth snaps into a thin line. He shakes his head, turning for the door. “Fine, whatever, I’ll get your fucking keys, Munson. If you throw up, try not to choke on it until I get back.”

He slams the front door behind him, and Eddie tells himself that being downgraded from Eddie or the occasional Eds to just Munson is fine, if that’s how King Steve wants to be.

(Lie. None of it’s fine. His head is spinning, he might be dying, and he can’t imagine that Steve is even going to want to come back home tonight.)

Silence sets in like an awful kind of gravity, tugging the spinning world just a bit further off its axis, and Eddie’s heart lurches with it. Except that’s not (just) his heart—his stomach gives a warning gurgle, and fuck the trash can. He can make it to the bathroom. 

(. . . Lie.)

[honeymaki]

Thinking about milf!Maki

ahem - yes

Warnings: degradation, strapon, oral, breeding kink, pregnancy, jealousy, squirting, anal

I hope you wanna talk about milf!Maki who insists on being the one to carry your kid when the two of you finally get a donor, despite weeks before getting pregnant, she's folding you into a mating press and telling you to take her cum like the dumb bitch you are, like she really thinks she can breed you with her fat strapon T^T but yes, milf!Maki who glows with pregnancy, doing everything by the book and is painfully detirmined to give your child the life she yearned to have:(( so when your little girl is born, and Maki recovers; you know you're in deep shit when you walk in to the kitchen to find her in sweats, a sports bra and a muslin draped over her shoulder, burping your kid and singing it little songs:((

and somehow, I say somehow but we all know why, your sex life absolutely sky rockets after she has the kid. Milf!Maki absolutely does not give a shit about the looseness of her belly, or the stretch marks or the new sag to her breasts; you take her cock more enthusiastically than you ever have before, begging for her to knock you up, sobbing for her to fuck you till you can't see straight, whimpering with the stretch when she fucks open your ass and hooks her fingers into your mouth. You're on her the minute you get home from dropping your daughter off at preschool, stripping to your underwear and crying out for her like a bitch in heat, humping the pillow shoved between your thighs as you lap into her cunt loudly, messily and damn near feral. It's like the honeymoon phase all over again; fucking like bunnies all over the house, as soon as you're alone, even in the park when she surprises you with a moonlit picnic under the peach trees:(( eating you out till you cry and then riding your fingers with her tits wet with your spit and lips.

and then comes the rare time when you top her, when you overhear the parents at school whispering about your wife and how hot she is, how fucking good she looks after having that kid and wondering if she has a husband, or if she was single and looking for someone to fill the empty space between her legs. Sure, it took you fifteen minutes to adjust the harness and even longer to fix on the dildo with Maki looking at you from the bed with mock condescension; but as soon as you slid into her weeping cunt and pressed that brand new mains powered wand to her clit - milf!Maki went dumb on your fat cock and squirted stains all over your hips, thighs and the sheets. You were the one spitting into her mouth that night, biting into her shoulder as you shoved her face down into the mattress, hammering into her with the ferocity only seen in a jealous and possessive spouse:(( making sure to leave visible hickies on her neck and on her tits, slapping them raw and tugging her nipples till she sobbed for you - and then insisting on a beach trip the next day. With you carrying your little girl on your hip, Maki shouldering the carryon and towels, sporting your dark bruises that matched the visible strap marks over your hips and thighs - everyone would know who that hot milf belonged to T^T

[sometimesiwritethings]

Hi, I am back with Wooyoung's. Here is the blog post.

I feel like your other 2 bias would level out the submissive energy of Mingi & Yeosang...so Jongho & Wooyoung?

I feel like you're a Jongho stan.

Here's the blog post:

I can be more specific because we have his birth time.

I will be discussing CNC in this analysis.

Wooyoung is 90% dominant, he's more dominant than San but at the same he loves experimenting so he's open to trying EVERYTHING and with all dynamics.

His Libra Venus is at a Virgo degrees & combined with his Capricorn Mars, he would want a partner that is at his full mercy, the 'you are my property' type of mercy.

Master, Daddy, Sir would all be words he would love to be called. Capricorn placements & degrees= a love for authority & discipline, both giving & receiving. Mommy/Mistress if he's in a submissive space.

Shibari, rope, bond&ge, cuffs would be things he would love to incorporate, giving & receiving.

His 5th House in Aquarius means he loves all things unconventional & his type would probably be foreigners or anyone that does not fit into Korean beauty standards. If he's into women, would love 'bigger' women. Would love his partner to have tattoos/piercings.

His Libra Venus means looks & appearances are extremely important to him, he would love for you to wear a full face of make-up & watch the mascara run down your face as he ruins you. His Venus in the 1st means he's attracted to people who have a similar personality to him.

His Capricorn Mars/Libra Venus duo means he liked glamorous partners, partners with elegance & a chic style, think like Marilyn Monroe, that va va voom energy.

Wooyoung does give me total fboi energy but his Cancer moon means he's probably less open to 'open/casual' relationships than what we believe. Wooyoung wants to give out fboi energy to add to his 'bad boy' image but he does desire long-term, committed relationships.

The man is possessive, extremely! I mean, have we not seen him with Yeosang? So marking would be a huge turn-on for him. Both giving & receiving, would love his partners to leave HUGE hickies on him that causes the make-up artists to cringe.

Wooyoung is a huge 🍑 man but also having a toned back would turn him on, would love a lot of behind & doggy positions. The type to f$ck & make love at the same time.

Has huge stamina & endurance, he can stay aroused for a long time & have multiple rounds. Like 3-4 times a day for 20-40 minutes at a time.

CNC!! Would love to 'violate' his partner & have his partner at his full mercy. By this I mean, if he's had a concert & his adrenaline is high, he would love to just bend you over & his way with you.

It would be easy to remain in the friend zone with this man as he desires a partner who is his best friend. If he's toxic, he would prefer the 'FWB' path because it offers him the intimacy he desires w/o the emotional vulnerability.

He likes it ROUGH & MESSY, the more fluids the better. Sagittarius = VOCAL! Even the sounds from the act would turn him on and he would love it, probably has a spit k&nk & would love to spit on you to let you know your his (I mean, are we surprised?).

Air placements= PUBLIC SEGGS, EXHIB$T$ONISM,MIRROR SEGGS, 3Somes, voyeurism, would love to record himself during the act so he could j£rk off to it when he's on tour.

Would love to send & receive NOODZ. He would probably do that old-school pose where he's shirtless with pants undone, probably the type to send it where it looks like he's dropped his camera halfway 😂😂. The ones who are old enough to read this post will understand what I mean.

Basically, when the situation calls for them not to be in the mood, he's going to be in the mood.

OversTimulation, or$asm denial & ed$ing he would LURRVE, both giving & receiving.

De$radation & humiliation he would love, both giving & receiving. The type to love call his partner b*tch.

'Who's my b*tch? That's right, you're Wooyoung's b*tch'

Wooyoung is extremely versatile so he would love an experienced partner that he could try filthy things with but he would also love an inexperienced partner that he can corrupt to please him & only him.

His Scorpio mercury makes him the king of dirty talk & he would use his mouth for filth.

'You act like you're a whore but still moan like it's your first time' (hard degradation is his thing, yes).

Such a tease & brat, it's why he would love an inexperienced partner so he could tease them about it (but in a loving & respectful way.)

Aww, you look so beautiful when you blush for me, maybe I can make you blush in another way tonight'.

Would be amazing with the aftercare, would praise you so much afterwards, it would almost be like a switch. He's a huge hugger so afterwards would spoon you, press kisses to your shoulder & tell you how beautiful you were.

Sagittarius= LOVER OF THIGHS. Would love for you to ride his thigh, would love for you to wear stockings so he can rip them apart. Would also be the type to grip your thigh when your in public to show off that you are his.

He would love clothed seggs, buttons torn off, stockings ripped, bra strap pulled down the shoulders, all those lil things he would froth over.

Physical touch is so important for him so in public, expect for him to hold your waist, rub your back, run his fingers through your hair. Would love to pull your hair while you're on your knees for him.

Beauty dates would be a great way to bond together like putting on face masks, giving each other massages, manicures.

A best friend who has writhing & crying underneath him is what Wooyoung is like as a bf.

hard agree on so much of this. Wooyoung is constantly pushing boundaries with the other members, plus Seonghwa's mentioned he finds the rough play and teasing to be enjoyable even when he's verbally telling Wooyoung to knock it off. simply telling him to "stop" might not work, but Wooyoung seems very sensitive to changes in tone or facial expression or some other subtle signal that lets him know enough is enough. so i can easily see him being into CNC

very messy boy, expect to be coated with Wooyoung's spit, sweat, cum, and other fluids by the time he's done with you. he loves watching you get wrecked too. after he's had his first round with you after a concert, Wooyoung will hold you against his chest with your thighs open and encourage the other members to use you for stress relief before he's ready to go again

have you ever had a cat or dog bite you a little too hard when roughhousing and then they lick the bite mark as an apology? that's exactly what Wooyoung does: covers you with bite marks, then soothes them with his tongue

i think you're right about him being less casual than the fandom expects. the issue is Wooyoung values friendship over romance, so he needs a partner who is also his best friend. but he also fears that making things official will ruin the friendship, and gets stuck in ill-defined fwb situations that often lead to misunderstandings and hurt feelings. which ultimately reinforces his fear of commitment

mistakes usually have to be made and forgiven on both sides before any relationships can take the next step, and this goes double for Wooyoung. show him you're willing to stick around to work through the misunderstandings instead of pulling away. this requires you be the more mature one and offer comfort to the person who's hurt you most. but overcoming those hardships will strengthen Wooyoung's sense of security and is the only clear way out of an eternal fwb arrangement

you're on the right track with balancing sub and dom energies in my biases ^w^ Wooyoung is one of my biases for exactly that reason- he's perfect for offsetting Yeosang. i'm not much of a Jongho stan, tho!

Jongho, Seungmin, and Jeongin are ones i haven't "clicked" with yet. i usually have a harder time clicking with maknaes ^^; it was the same with EXO's Sehun, BTS's Jungkook, GOT7's Yugyeom... it's easier for me to connect to those in the hyung line, especially the "mothers" of the group (Suho, Seokjin, Jinyoung...)

Seonghwa's mommy dom energy is the perfect balance for lil baby Mingi <3 (with daddy Hongjoong as a bias wrecker)

[honeyhotteoks]

Okay, I'm back!! Let's talk about Wooyoung!

I can be more specific because we have his birth time.

I will be discussing CNC topics in this analysis.

Wooyoung is 90% dominant, he's more dominant than San but at the same he loves experimenting so he's open to trying EVERYTHING and with all dynamics.

His Libra Venus is at a Virgo degrees & combined with his Capricorn Mars, he would want a partner that is at his full mercy, the 'you are my property' type of mercy.

Master, Daddy, Sir would all be words he would love to be called. Capricorn placements & degrees= a love for authority & discipline, both giving & receiving. Mommy/Mistress if he's in a submissive space.

Shibari, rope, bond&ge, cuffs would be things he would love to incorporate, giving & receiving.

His 5th House in Aquarius means he loves all things unconventional & his type would probably be foreigners or anyone that does not fit into Korean beauty standards. If he's into women, would love 'bigger' women. Would love his partner to have tattoos/piercings.

His Libra Venus means looks & appearances are extremely important to him, he would love for you to wear a full face of make-up & watch the mascara run down your face as he ruins you. His Venus in the 1st means he's attracted to people who have a similar personality to him.

His Capricorn Mars/Libra Venus duo means he liked glamorous partners, partners with elegance & a chic style, think like Marilyn Monroe, that va va voom energy.

Wooyoung does give me total fboi energy but his Cancer moon means he's probably less open to 'open/casual' relationships than what we believe. Wooyoung wants to give out fboi energy to add to his 'bad boy' image but he does desire long-term, committed relationships.

The man is possessive, extremely! I mean, have we not seen him with Yeosang? So marking would be a huge turn-on for him. Both giving & receiving, would love his partners to leave HUGE hickies on him that causes the make-up artists to cringe.

Wooyoung is a huge 🍑 man but also having a toned back would turn him on, would love a lot of behind & doggy positions. The type to f$ck & make love at the same time.

Has huge stamina & endurance, he can stay aroused for a long time & have multiple rounds. Like 3-4 times a day for 20-40 minutes at a time.

CNC!! Would love to 'violate' his partner & have his partner at his full mercy. By this I mean, if he's had a concert & his adrenaline is high, he would love to just bend you over & his way with you.

It would be easy to remain in the friend zone with this man as he desires a partner who is his best friend. If he's toxic, he would prefer the 'FWB' path because it offers him the intimacy he desires w/o the emotional vulnerability.

He likes it ROUGH & MESSY, the more fluids the better. Sagittarius = VOCAL! Even the sounds from the act would turn him on and he would love it, probably has a spit k&nk & would love to spit on you to let you know your his (I mean, are we surprised?).

Air placements= PUBLIC SEGGS, EXHIB$T$ONISM,MIRROR SEGGS, 3Somes, voyeurism, would love to record himself during the act so he could j£rk off to it when he's on tour.

Would love to send & receive NOODZ. He would probably do that old-school pose where he's shirtless with pants undone, probably the type to send it where it looks like he's dropped his camera halfway 😂😂. The ones who are old enough to read this post will understand what I mean.

Basically, when the situation calls for them not to be in the mood, he's going to be in the mood.

OversTimulation, or$asm denial & ed$ing he would LURRVE, both giving & receiving.

De$radation & humiliation he would love, both giving & receiving. The type to love call his partner b*tch.

'Who's my b*tch? That's right, you're my b*tch'.

Wooyoung is extremely versatile so he would love an experienced partner that he could try filthy things with but he would also love an inexperienced partner that he can corrupt to please him & only him.

His Scorpio mercury makes him king of dirty talk and he would say such filthy things.

'You act like a wh0re but yet still moan like it's your first time.' (Yes, hard degradation is his thing.)

Such a tease & brat, it's why he would love an inexperienced partner so he could tease them about it (but in a loving & respectful way.)

'Aww, you look so beautiful when you blush for me, maybe I can make you blush in another way tonight'.

Would be amazing with the aftercare, would praise you so much afterwards, it would almost be like a switch. He's a huge hugger so afterwards would spoon you, press kisses to your shoulder & tell you how beautiful you were.

Sagittarius= LOVER OF THIGHS. Would love for you to ride his thigh, would love for you to wear stockings so he can rip them apart. Would also be the type to grip your thigh when your in public to show off that you are his.

He would love clothed seggs, buttons torn off, stockings ripped, bra strap pulled down the shoulders, all those lil things he would froth over.

Physical touch is so important for him so in public, expect for him to hold your waist, rub your back, run his fingers through your hair. Would love to pull your hair while you're on your knees for him.

Beauty dates would be a great way to bond together like putting on face masks, giving each other massages, manicures.

A best friend who has writhing & crying underneath him is what Wooyoung is like as a bf.

OOF oh my lord. this one was....... i genuinely read this out loud to my friend when she was here and we both needed to take a lap and touch some grass.

straight up though, i fully agree - i've always seen him as the teasing brat, definitely switch but leans masculine. definitely 100% agree on the clothed sex, touching in public/possessive nature, and being a lover of thighs/thicker partners. i love that for him and as a fellow sagittarius, can confirm.

[celestial-fucking-weeb]

WINTER WARMTH

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Hi, everyone!! This is a part of the Citrus Dome Snowed In collab! I’m so thankful to be a part of this round and super grateful for @lemonlordleah-shinzawa-kitten and @tomurasprincess for letting me be on the masterlist! I’m so excited, but I’m not super proud of this one, so please feel free to give feedback.

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Warnings: 18+ minors do not interact, AGED UP (mid twenties), fluff, insecurities, smut, body worship, chubby kink, marking (hickies), Papi kink

Pairing: Sero Hanta x reader

The local news station hailed it as “the storm of the century,” and they weren’t wrong. You’ve watched the snow pile up beyond the window, building from a light dusting on the grass to literal knee-high drifts. And it shows no sign of stopping.

The place you’re stranded is stocked up on groceries, you’d charged every electronic device to your name, and you’d cranked the thermostat as high as it would go until the inevitable happens —

The power goes out.

So now you’re stuck indoors, with only a certain someone for company. The same someone you’ve been pining after for ages. Snow stacks up higher and higher outside. As the cold seeps in, and you both drift closer, you realize this was somehow the one thing you hadn’t thought to prepare for…

The snow outside was pretty at first, but now with the doors and windows to your small cottage-type home half covered, it seemed almost oppressive. With the power outage, there was no television to drown out the quiet, only deafening silence and the movement of your new roommate, Sero Hanta.

It didn’t start this way, you hadn’t always obsessively paid attention to his mannerisms. At one point in time, he was just a hero working for the same agency you provided medical care for. You were just support staff, until a dumb villain thought you were “important” and kidnapped you, leaving the heroes you saw as coworkers to rescue you. After that, the agency wanted you to live in the adjacent apartments, but you refused. Magically, two days later, Sero Hanta approached you asking about your spare room under the guise of his lease running out. You thought it seemed a bit suspicious, particularly that this gorgeous man had “nowhere else to go”, meaning no significant other to take him in. Of course, you agreed, being a nice person and maybe bit naïve. He moved his stuff in, didn’t make much of a fuss, and mostly left you to your own devices. That is, until you noticed some... abnormalities. The lingering glances, the newly installed security cameras, the not-so-subtle ideas to spend time with you of having meals together or watching movies, making sure you’d eaten or slept... He cared too much. He was so perfect- gorgeous, tall, easygoing, had similar goals as a rescue hero, funny, and he cared. He cared for you, which made living with him so much harder. You found yourself enjoying nights with him, wanting to sit a little closer, wanting to impress him with new dishes to make for dinner, ditching your ex’s sweatpants for cute sleep shorts, relishing in fantasies of his protective nature and dominating stature with your hand between your thighs... You thought you were going to choke when he started walking around in only gray sweats or a towel after his shower. You tried your best to keep eye contact, not stick around too long, not encroach upon his comfort in his own house. You failed to notice the smirk on his face when you quickly excused yourself or when you turned away too fast after being caught staring.

Sero had originally taken this as an assignment, although he did have a bit of a crush on you from the times you’d patched him up after rough shifts. He thought of himself as your own personal hero, but that mindset soon turned into more than just an assignment. He was protective over you, and he found himself getting defensive if you even mentioned another guy. He had tried flirting within reason, just making dinners and watching movies, but he got cocky when he had walked past your door one night and heard your little whimpers. He decided to test his theory, wearing his sweats lower than he normally would and walking back to his room in a towel, and delighting in strolling past your room to hear your muffled moans and the vibrations of the toy you never used to use. You were getting desperate, and he’d be lying if he said it didn’t boost his ego to hear his name through the walls. This, however, was NOT something he’d planned on.

Everything was fine, being stuck in the house together was nice, until the power went out. The heat somewhat remained in the house until night, when you curled up on the couch under every blanket you had and he layered on an extra hoodie and lounged next to you. He looked cold...

“H-Hey... Sero? Um... You look cold. Do you want a blanket?”

“Hmmm, but then wouldn’t you be cold too?” He chuckled and scratched the back of his neck.

“Well... Maybe... But that’s okay! You need to be warm too!!” God, you’re so sweet.

“I mean... You could always come over here, we can be warm together!” He stretches out his arm and beckons you over, inviting you to curl up next to him. You shift over, spreading the blankets over your roommate and hiding your blushing face under the pile of softness, keeping at least 3 inches of space between you before he rests his arm behind your head.

“Thanks, y/n, this is uh... nice!” He hides his disappointment at your perceived rejection, going back to look at his phone.

After 20 minutes of scrolling, you can’t take it anymore. He smells so good, and you can feel the warmth radiating from his body.

“I’M GONNA GO TO BED NOW. Uh, goodnight!” You basically shouted, too loud to be natural. You abruptly stood up before slightly shrinking from the frigid air. When did it get so cold in here?

“Hey, it’s really cold... We don’t really have a ton of blankets, and I’m worried you’re going to freeze, so maybe we could sleep in my room tonight? Just for, ya know... body heat?” He sounds nervous, like he expects you to freak out and reject him completely.

“Well... I-I guess that’s smart... You’re right. So... Let’s go?” Holy fuck, you are so nervous. You were originally escaping to your room like you normally do, too horny to continue hanging out with Sero and retain your sanity, but now you’re sleeping with him?! What the fuck are you thinking?!

He gathered the blankets and lead you into his room, holding the door for you before plopping down your nest of fabric. You stand awkwardly in the center of the room, waiting for something you have no idea what. Sero unceremoniously strips himself of his hoodies and sweats and climbs into bed, seemingly out of habit, before turning his attention to you and holding the blankets open.

“Are you coming?” He smirks, putting on a confused voice that doesn’t quite match the mischief in his eyes.

“I-...” FUCK, he’s beautiful. Lean muscles flexing with every movement, shaggy hair falling over his face, and holy... The tight black boxers are NOT helping the whole “too turned on to function” situation.

“Oh... Sorry, I read somewhere that skin-to-skin contact is better for warmth. You’d probably know better than me, I guess.” He grins, as though this entire thing is nonchalant and completely normal. “I can help you if you’d like~”

“Uh nope, yeah, you’re right!! I’ll uh just... Can you close your eyes?” You are panicking. Every insecurity you’ve ever had is coming to bite you in the ass. You’re suddenly hyper aware of how much space your body takes up, remembering everything those stupid bitches in high school said about you.

“Y/n, you’ve seen me in that skin tight hero suit and you’ve patched up most of my body. It’s totally fine! PLUS, you’re sleeping in my bed, am I gonna have to close my eyes the whole night??” He jokes, not knowing that your shyness isn’t rooted in principle, but fear. Upon seeing your face, his smile falters and he autocorrects, “You know, I think you’re beautiful, but if you want me to turn around, I promise I will.”

“No, it’s-it’s fine. It’s okay. Wait- did you just call me beautiful?” You try to cover your shocked expression as you take off your sweater and slide off your fuzzy pajama pants. Sero is thankful your head is stuck in your sweater as his jaw practically drops. Oh fuck, he’s screwed. His eyes follow your curves from your chest, down your sides, to the pouch of your tummy and the plump fullness of your thighs... If he thought he was having trouble focusing before, there’s no way there’s gonna be enough blood in his brain when you’re half naked next to him... Speaking of... Shit, he’s hard... Okay, it’s fine, just tuck it in your waistband like you did back in school...

You climb into bed as quickly as you can, still keeping a few inches between you and Sero until he wraps his arms around you and pulls you into his chest. You squeak in surprise and he chuckles, “You can’t be warm unless you’re over here! C’mere.” He nestles his face into your hair and splays a hand across the curve of your lower back. Feeling very naked and very nervous, you shift in his hold and snuggle closer to the heat he gives off, but halt your motions when you feel him twitch against your thigh. Neither of you are breathing, praying the other didn’t notice the rock hard length pressed between your bodies. Somehow, in the time you spent essentially playing dead, you both fell asleep cuddled together.

Over the course of the night, you had shifted to straddle your leg over his torso and he had turned on his back with his hand resting on the space between your thigh and your butt. Sero was the first to stir from his slumber when he felt you move against him, a small whine escaping your parted lips as your hips rolled against his. Oh... OH... Is y/n-? oh fuck y/n is dreaming... and grinding on me... fuck, this shouldn’t feel so good... He tries his hardest to go back to sleep, but the feeling of your sleeping body brushing up against his cock keeps him wide awake. He was trying to stay perfectly still until he heard your tiny whisper “Hanta~”... His hips involuntarily thrust, drawing out the most sinful moan from your throat as the head of his dick added friction on your clit that woke you up. You start to move away, embarrassed and hoping to check that he’s still asleep, but Sero’s grip tightens around your thigh and presses you harder onto him.

“Good morning to you, too~... If you needed my help getting off, you could’ve just asked, babygirl~” The lust and sleep clouding his voiced, combined with the steady roll of his hips makes you whimper and tuck your face into his neck.

“Awww so shy~ You were moaning my name earlier. Why don’t we see how loud I can make you, princess?” He speaks lowly as he flips you onto your back, hovering over you.

“I- I... Please.” You breathe wrapping your legs around his waist and stare up at him, wiggling your hips and sliding your hands up his biceps.

“Can I- Can I kiss you? Are you sure you want this? I’ve had feelings for you since before I moved in and I just... I never want to hurt you.” Cupping your cheek and searching your face for any hesitation, Sero starts succumbing to his own insecurities. He never wants to hurt you, and he knows he isn’t the flashy hero some of his friends seem to be... He needs to hear you say it.

“Sero... Yes~. I want you, please kiss me... I feel the same way. Please~...” Upon hearing your confession, Sero slotted his lips against yours. The kiss was sweet, gentle. Breathing each other in felt so right, so natural, and you followed his lead when he slid his hold to the back of your neck to deepen the kiss. His hand drifted down, following the curve of your breasts, tracing your sides and resting on the pouch of your tummy. Just as you were starting to feel self conscious, Sero groans and moves to kiss your neck, mumbling “You’re so beautiful, y/n. Fuck, so perfect. You feel so soft, I need you so bad~” The whimper he draws from you when he sucks a deep mark into the column of your throat is absolutely lewd, you can barely believe it came from you. He kisses his way down your body, leaving hickies along your skin and squeezing every inch he can get his hands on. You look down at him, his eyes dark with lust and admiration as he leaves opened mouthed kisses along your inner thighs, making you more needy than you thought possible. He strokes his thumb along your clothed slit and moans at your wetness.

“Fuck- you’re so wet for me, angel. I want to taste you, you’re so cute like this. Let’s take these off, yeah?” He looks to you and hooks his fingers under the waistband of your panties, asking for permission and grinning like an idiot when you lift your hips to help him. Before you can say anything, he’s prying your legs open and diving in, moaning as he laps your slit and sucks your clit into his mouth. You run your fingers through his hair and grip him, pulling him into you and grinding against his face. His groans send vibrations straight to your core, pinning your hips with one arm and sliding two fingers into your dripping cunt.

“M-more!! Oh god, please Sero, just like that- I want more!” You moan so prettily for him, but he wants something more. He releases your clit with a pop and leans up, stilling his fingers inside you and wrapping his free hand around your neck. The pressure and dominance has you clenching around his fingers, and he takes notice.

“You either call me Hanta or Papi, nothing else. You understand? I want you to say my name when you cum.” He commands, and sends a shiver down your spine. “Oh you like that, huh?~ I can feel you squeezing my fingers. Why don’t you tell me what you want, baby?~”

Your brain goes hazy when he leans in and places little love bites on your neck and collarbones. “PAPI~! Yes, I love it! Please fuck me, I want to feel you, I need moreee~” You pant as he pulls his fingers out of you, leaving you unbearably empty.

“Oh baby, I’ll fill you up, don’t worry. But first, why don’t you suck my cock?~” He strips himself of his boxers and flips the two of you, pulling you on top of him. He’s so long, just thick enough to stretch you and reach every amazing spot inside of you. The sight of his hard length has you drooling, anticipating feeling the weight of him on your tongue. You give the head a few kitten licks, relishing in the way he groans and twitches in your hand. He laces his fingers at the base of your head and lets you set your own pace, wrapping your plush lips around him. Bobbing your head up and down, running your tongue along the vein on the underside of his dick and swirling it around the head- you love seeing his reactions. The way his breathing increases and his hips buck when you hollow your cheeks. He looks so pretty like this, you can’t help but rub your thighs together for some kind of friction. Luckily, he notices how desperate you’ve gotten and pulls you up to straddle him with one hand still on your hair and the other gripping your hip, calloused fingers digging in and massaging the fat there.

“As much as I want to cum in that perfect little mouth, I think my baby needs to be filled, yeah?” He fists his cock and strokes the head through your wetness, gathering your slick and making you involuntarily grind against him. “Beg for my cock, babygirl~, tell Papi what you want.” The smirk on his face is utterly sinful, teasing you and enjoying the fucked out expression on your beautiful face.

“PLEASE I want your cock, I wanna be full, just fuck me already!!! Please stop teasing me Hantaaa~” Just as you grind your hips down onto him, he thrusts into you, cutting off your pleading with a needy moan. “Ah~ fuck- so full, so full, oh my god! Yes Papi~!”

“Oh shit angel, fuck- you feel so good.” Hanta grabs your hips and helps you slowly fuck yourself on him, “Just like that, baby, just like that. Ride my fucking cock. Fuck- you’re so tight...”

The dirty talk pouring out of Hanta’s mouth, combined with the stretch of his hot length stirring up your insides, you find yourself embarrassingly close to climax already. Your first orgasm hits you like a train, completely knocking the air out of your lungs and causing you to collapse onto Hanta’s chest. He seizes the opportunity to flip the two of you, holding you underneath him and fucking you into the mattress.

“Ah ah ahhhhh~ Hantaaa~ I can’t! I can’t, I just came, it’s too much!!! oh FUCK Papi!!!” You feel the tears welling up in your eyes from the overstimulation and pleasure.

“Yes you can, babygirl. You’re taking me so well, you’re such a good girl. I know you love it, I can feel your pussy flutter around me. So honest, angel. You’re so perfect like this- fuck.” Hanta grips the back of your thighs and pushes your knees to the bed, hitting even deeper within you. The head of his cock kisses your cervix with every thrust and makes you scream out, nails digging into his back, and egging him on.

“Come on, mi amor, cum with me. I know you can, I can tell you’re so fucking close... Cum on my cock, that’s right. Cum for me.” His long fingers reach down and rub quick circles on your clit. He leans in to sink his teeth into the junction of your neck and your shoulder, sending you over the edge into your climax. Your vision goes white and you clamp down around him, cunt spasming as you squirt all over his thighs and abs.

“F-fuck!!! That’s so fucking hot~ I’m gonna- Ah~” He fills you to the brim with his sticky release, the warmth spreading through your core and coating your walls. Hanta releases your legs and lays on top of you, sweaty bodies pressed together until he comes down from his high.

“That was so amazing, angel. You were so good for me. Such a pretty baby, all mine...” He pulls back to kiss your temple and rolls over, petting your hair and lightly scratching your back.

“You have no idea how happy that makes me... I always want to be yours.” You giggle, bubbly at his claim on you and still buzzing from your high. You curl up into his chest, wrapping your arms around his waist and holding him close. “Mine.”

“Mmhmm, all yours.” He breathes a chuckle and places a kiss to your hairline. “I’m glad I can warm you up, lovebug.” He smiles as your breathing evens out, falling asleep with you in his arms.

[euphoricsunflowers]

sweet & dirty — im changkyun/i.m

request: as a request, which feels SO weird to do considering i don’t ever ask them but fir you i’ll make an exception 💗, how about a changkyun fic with a bit of corruption kink, biting, and kyun cumming in his pants? 🥺👉🏾👈🏾

a/n: this is going to be soft n cheesy as fuck i do not apologize also i was gonna do the in the order i got them but i got inspired for this one 😔😔

word count: 1.2k

content: sub!changkyun, dom!gn!reader, corruption kink, biting, hickies, handjob, cumming in pants

summary: when you learn that your best friend—when you’re incidentally in love with— a virgin, there’s no harm in playing with him a little bit, right?

his words echo in your head, practically haunting your for hours on end. it’s impossible to focus on any of your work at all because of him. he’s always been endlessly beautiful, even before he suddenly bulked up, but you had assumed that, if he looks that good, at some point he must have at least done something. the words keep echoing, bouncing around your head until it’s impossible to bear, ‘i’m a virgin.’

‘how? how is that possible?’ you wanted to ask him. he was gorgeous! he could have anyone he wanted just by flashing that charming smile. and now that you think about it, after all these years of being close friends with him, you’ve never seen him seriously date someone. he’s had flings, but they never lasted longer than two or so weeks.

so now it’s hours later, and you’re lying on your couch, with his voice still in your head, refusing to ever let you escape the thought of having him to yourself. it’s not your fault you’ve fallen for the beautiful and confusingly unavailable bachelor in the span of a few hours.

and then he texts you.

💜: do you wanna come over? i’ll order takeout and we’ll watch the lion king

and now you overthink it. the ironic thing is that there’s nothing out of the ordinary with his text. he always invites you over just to cry softly while eating lukewarm takeout, it’s basically your friendship staple, but now it feels strange. it’s not like you’ll say no, but now every little thing he does has your head spinning.

♥️: of course, just don’t expect me to cuddle you when mufasa dies

💜: but you absolutely will

yeah, you definitely will.

—

“you’ve seen this movie plenty of times, kyun, you knew this was coming,” you laugh incredulously at the way he seemed so spooked when scar did… whatever scar did. honestly, you weren’t really paying attention.

“at least i’m watching the movie, you’ve been spaced out this whole time,” he mutters with a teasing smirk, probably not even realizing just why you’re so out of it, “something on your mind you’d like to tell me about? you in love with me or something?”

and you know it’s just the way he teases, constantly making you second guess his intentions, and then pulling away at the last second before you finally crack.

because yeah, you kinda are in love with him.

“what if i was? what then?” you say, more in a way to match his tone, but it’s a serious question.

“then maybe…” he scoots closer to you, until your faces are barely inches apart, “maybe i’d let you love me.”

“your breath stinks,” you mutter awkwardly, and he scoffs.

“that cannot be what you’re thinking about right now?” he says incredulously, moving in just a bit closer, tilting his head, looking up at you with those beautiful eyes, and it feels impossible to not suffocate while he gazes at you like that, “do you love me?”

and, against all better judgment, you breathe out a simple, “yes,” and he doesn’t give you a chance to gauge his reaction, pushing you down to the floor and kissing you like you’re a fire and he’s freezing cold. he becomes somewhat handsy, but his movements make you realize just how innocent his touches are. he cups your cheek, holds your waist, and runs his fingers through your hair. it’s impossible to catch unless you’re paying attention, but there’s nervousness behind his movements.

so you pull him away for a moment, “kyun, do you… want to do this?”

all that fiery energy leaves him in an instant, and he fidgets as he nods, keeping his eyes away from you, “i can’t promise i’ll be good at… it, but as long as you want me, i want you.”

“alright, let me get on top,” you murmur, and he lets you flip him over, pulling him back in a kiss for just a second, but your lips soon drag down his jaw and then his neck.

“a-ah— oh! that feels weird…” he mumbles to more himself than you, but soon backtracks, “like a good weird! it feels good, but i just… it’s so…”

“overwhelming, maybe?” you smirk, “let’s see if this feels good too,” you bite down gently against his neck, and he cries out.

“ow!” he shouts, but he still holds you close, and after he contains himself, you start to kiss and suck on his the bite mark, sweetly apologizing for the pain you caused. he moans like he’s never felt anything this good before, and it’s an incredible feeling knowing he’ll only feel better and better from here.

“baby,” you purr, and that sound in and of itself is enough to make him so incredibly flustered, “do you want me to touch you?”

“y-yes, please,” he responds, suddenly so polite and sweet. you kiss the pretty hickey once last time before focusing your attention to the front of his pants, ghostly touching your fingers over the fabric, and rubbing the inside of his thighs over them as well. you move so you’re beside him, sitting while he leans against you for support as he starts to lose himself.

you want to keep teasing, but with the way he begs, you cave easily, adding more pressure and palming him over the pajama bottoms more firmly, “you’re so cute like this, kyunnie.”

“ah, it f-feels really— really good!” his hand reaches out to hold your free hand, squeezing it when it feels like too much for him, but he doesn’t want to stop. not at all, it’s just a lot at all once, “h-how am i already so close…?”

“oh? baby, you can cum, don’t worry too much about lasting a long time,” you reassure him, but he’s still so flushed and nervous.

“b-but i’m still wearing my—”

“don’t you like how dirty it is, baby? don’t you want to show me how dirty you are?” you ask, even though you know the answer, “can you cum in your pants for me, sweetie? that would make me really happy to see you all dirty and cute like that.”

“y-yeah,” he whispers, jerking suddenly when he problaby hits his high. he makes the most lewd expression you’ve ever seen, eyes unfocused and lips parted so prettily. he loses all composure as his moans loudly pierce the relative silence in the room as you can see a dark spot forming in front of his pants. he clings to you, gripping your hand tightly as he curls up beside you, still reeling from the high and a bit flustered about how dirty he felt, “d-did you want me to take care of you too?”

you shake your head, even though you are grateful for his willingness to return the favor, “no, it’s alright, kyunnie. i think this is a good place to stop. let’s go get you cleaned up, okay?”

“i— okay,” he buries his face in your lap, muttering softly, yet still loud enough for you to hear, “i really liked that.”

“good, because after that, we’re not gonna be friends anymore,” you mumble, tucking his dark hair behind his ear, smiling down at him while he looks so dazedly up at you, “you’re mine now.”

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[liannelara-dracula]

🔑 for tg bois? 👉👈

Hi Love,

I am so sorry for the wait, but it's finally here!

-Jade

warnings slight nsfw

Kaneki:

You both decided to move in together because you two just couldn’t stay away from each other.

It’s a cozy apartment and it has minimalist vibes.

Ken was excited to pick out furniture and decorate the place with you.

He carries the heavy boxes.

There is a lot of white in your apartment.

Probably adopted some cats if you two didn’t have any already.

He likes to have a lot candles and he surprises you with bubble baths all the time.

Showers with you sometimes.

He is really good at massaging your scalp.

Seeing you in a towel is mesmerizing to him.

Its moments like this were things get quiet and he starts to kiss you and attack your neck.

Slow sensual sex. And always in the dark.

Loves it when you wear bodysuits so he can slip them off.

He likes it if you wear lingerie to bed.

His kisses are always slow.

Gives wonderful back massages

Ken always showers you with kisses and lays in bed with you.

Gives hickies on your collar bone.

Does your laundry and never minds doing it.

Makeouts with you on the couch.

You two are either in the living room and kitchen most of the time.

Has some books shelves bc ya’ll know this man loves books.

You both split the chores and Kaneki is a fairly clean person.

He is also a decent cook.

Always welcomes you home.

“Hi baby.” He’d smile bending down a bit to kiss you.

He likes to dance with you so he puts on slow music sometimes.

Reads books while cuddling with you and you got to see him with reading glasses.

And even before going to bed he sometimes reads you a book.

On days where he isn’t as busy he spends his day cuddling you and either cooking or watching a movie.

On rainy days you rest your head on his shoulders and he just kisses your head.

Overall moving in with him is very sweet and it was something you’d never regret.

Hide:

Was excited and he wanted to give the place a rustic look.

He bought a lot of pointless objects with you.

“Hey babe, let’s buy that.”

“Hide, we already have one of those.”

Got a pet dog because he seriously couldn’t live without getting one.

You moved in with him because his place was big and he was always saying he missed you.

This way you two went to school together and it was also his excuse to sleep with you and just be around you.

He’d grow so comfortable he tries to shower with you and you’re just annoyed by him sometimes.

Hide doesn’t really leave you alone.

He’s always following you around the house.

Loves it when you both get to stay in but either way, he will make you sleep in and make you late for work/school.

He is a little messy but he cleans it up cause he knows you get mad.

If you come home later than he does he attacks you with kisses and so does the dog.

He wears socks inside the house.

Loves to cuddle and watch movies with you every Saturday.

He has this habitat of having tacos on a Tuesday.

Hide always buys you food (if you’re human) and he always just knows what you want.

It may seem weird but he plays board games with you.

He loves cuddling on the couch with you and kisses you a lot.

Gets in the mood a lot and it sometimes annoys you with how he can be this horny.

“Really Hide?” You’d roll your eyes.

“What? I haven’t seen you all day.” He’d whine.

“We live together, you see me every day!”

Sex with him happens quite often considering he’s pretty flirty with you even though you’re dating.

If he’s in the mood and you’re busy, he tries to distract you away from what you’re doing due to him being horny, his main goal being to get you into bed with him.

“Babe, you look stressed. Let me help you relax.”

“Hide, we don’t need to have sex for me to relax.”

“What? Who said anything about sex?” He’d say, acting all innocently.

“Hide, that’s what happens every time you want me to ‘relax’.”

Ayato:

He didn’t ask you but you understand that he wanted you to move in so you did.

It is a small space but perfect for you both and it's private.

He has a lot of plants because he doesn’t want other decorations.

Ayato is pretty simple but he leaves all the decor and stuff to you.

He never leaves a mess and you two probably don’t have pets cause you just don’t.

He likes coming home to you and wrapping his arms around your waist.

Likes the small bed you both share and he just loves being in a small space with you.

Does laundry with you but it’s only because you force him to.

Secretly thinks about what the future with you will be like.

Likes laying in bed with you for hours just talking about anything whilst playing with your hair.

He loves living with you because he can be intimate without any distractions.

Lots of makeout sessions, his fingers getting tangled up in your hair.

Likes to take showers with you; wrapping his arms around your waist from behind whilst laying soft kisses on your neck.

While in the shower, he likes to wash your hair and your body, giving him the excuse to touch you.

Some sex, usually at night.

If you’re sitting down and doing something productive, he likes to rest his gaze on you while you’re focused--he finds it so attractive.

You sometimes catch him staring at you and you’d ask him what he needed, but with a smirk, he’d reply that it’s nothing and then walk off into another room.

Is into having his morning coffee with you and having endless discussions with you about your plans for that day.

Likes to surprise you by giving you back hugs from behind and place a small kiss on your neck.

Likes to watch you pick out your clothes if you’re planning to go out, a minor smirk playing on his lips.

“The blue dress.”

“Why that one?” You’d ask.

“I like you better in blue.”

Yomo:

You asked him a lot of times to move in with you and he finally did.

He was excited but he would exactly show it. But he would smile sometimes.

If you’re a human he will buy food for you and put it in the fridge.

The first thing you put in or bought for the apartment was a coffee maker.

Likes to spend a lot of time either cuddling you or just laying down next to you.

He’s listening most of the time considering he’s pretty quiet in general.

But he has the biggest smile on his face when you’re talking and going on about anything.

Likes to pull you into him or have you rest your head onto his chest.

The place always smells clean and like fresh like cotton.

He cleans pretty well.

Never lets you carry heavy things.

Sometimes he’s really quiet that you like don’t even think he’s home but he is.

He’s intimate with you bc he’s alone. So some neck kisses.

Sex doesn’t happen often with Yomo.

But when it does, it results in really long nights of getting entangled in the sheets and in each other’s limbs.

For example, he’ll come home from handling an errand of some sort, and be a little more friendly than usual.

He likes to start off slow and then get rough afterwards, therefore, leading to those famous long nights he’s known for.

Likes making coffee with you in the morning and being able to sit next to you so you both can enjoy it together.

Has the most meaningful conversations with you, even if he isn’t the type to say much.

Occasionally, he does like to stroke your thigh while drinking your morning coffee with him, a small smirk being evident on his lips.

He might say something slightly perverted in between your conversation though, which always causes you to blush since Yomo isn’t flirty in general.

Uta:

Oh gosh, all I think about is the song Scary Love by The Neighborhood.

Like it suits the whole setting😂😂

Anyways he was the one that wanted to move to the city and somewhere different with you.

He was asking you a lot of times. “Hey Y/n, move to the city with me.” He’d back hug you with his arms around your waist whilst he kissed your neck.

“No.” You’d smile and decline politely.

“C’mon move in with me.” He’d pout.

“Uta . . . I can’t just move in with you.”

“You most certainly can . . . just say ‘Uta let’s move in together’--it’s that simple.”

After many times you finally said yes.

“Wait? For real?” He’d be shocked.

“Yes, but only because I love you.” You’d smile, standing on your tippy-toes to kiss his cheek.

He was really excited to look at places with you but he wouldn’t show it with his ‘cool’ exterior.

Anyways when you guys are packing you also end up doing spring cleaning and let’s just say you guys are going to need new art supplies for your new home.

And the decorating, well if you both are artists this will be fun.

It is well organized because you fussed about it and told Uta he can’t keep the place the way he kept his mask shop.

He loves coming home to you and sleeping in the small bed you share.

Lots of cuddles and kisses.

He wraps his arms around your waist a lot.

Lots of back hugs and there is a lot of sleeping in.

Smokes with you on the balcony if you’re up for it.

He chases you around the apartment.

Tackles you with kisses and has tickle fights with you.

Pranks you. Like has poured flour on you when you came home and then a bucket of water also falls on you and you didn’t talk to him for a while.

He loves to scare you in your own home too.

He plays music a lot and he has a huge workspace for art and you join him sometimes.

He is most likely dating a ghoul but if you are half and you can eat human food he lets you stock up on the fav snacks that you can eat (I guess I mean depends on how you turned and whatnot)

Has a lot of coffee and makes it every morning practically.

He has a lot plants and he names them, he also makes you water them sometimes.

Seeing you two live alone and like no one can interrupt you two he is extra affection.

So lots of sex and make-outs.

Like the moment you come home from school/work you put your keys on the coffee table and say hi but have awkward silence for a moment. And then he’s already kissing you and your hands are in his hair. And you both shuffle to the bedroom not really breaking from the kiss. And not a word is exchanged until after.

With sharing a bed, in the morning, he admires how you sleep after you two have had sex from the other night.

There is shower sex too.

He shares the bathroom with you when you're brushing your teeth. He does the same.

Will brush your teeth for you if you're tired.

When you’re taking a bath he sometimes fixes his hair or shaves. And sometimes he either joins you or draws you.

“Uta, go draw at your desk.” You’d laugh resting your arms on the edge of the tube as you relaxed with bubbles and candles surrounding you.

“Can’t, I have to be around my muse.” He’d tease focusing on his drawing as he sat on the floor detailing the paper in his sketchbook whilst he kept eye contact with you.

“What are you drawing?” You’d smile with curiosity whilst moving to expose your chest a bit.

“It’s a secret.” He’d grin before leaning in to kiss you.

Insists on doing your laundry to see your skimpy underwear.

If you have a pet it is a little black cat that honestly doesn’t like him or it’s a bird that loves him.

He likes to surprise you with gifts so when you come back you will be surprised.

He’s just really happy that you moved in with him.

Furuta:

It wasn’t exactly your idea to get an apartment with him or move into the one he has.

You were just always over there surprising him and staying over so you just kinda ended up living there and he told you to just move in with him.

He honestly told you to move in with him because he didn’t want you to live by yourself like he just wanted to come home to his baby every night.

And I mean it just makes it easier if he wants to see you or bang you.

I see that since he works for the CCG he gets paid more so his place is big and he is always showering you with gifts.

Like flowers, decorations, jewelry, clothes, lingerie, you name it.

You have a hotel bed honestly and its always cool and comfy.

You have this wonderful city view you like to look at with him from the large window by the bed.

He especially loves the huge windows because he loves the risk of getting caught.

So yes he’s pressed you up against those windows and has made out with you or had sex with you.

He finds it to be one of the hottest things ever.

Furuta usually comes home late so you will hear the jingling of keys every night. and he will either find you sitting up in bed or in the bathtub relaxing and waiting for him.

Though if you two are coming home late you will be taking off your heels and stripping out of work clothes and he’s just following right after you. At this moment he’s either ready to sleep or to have fun with you.

He pins you against the wall and pins your wrists above your head.

When he stays home with you he watches tv with you in your bedroom with his hand on your thigh.

He sets up a bath and dries your hair when you finish.

Likes to watch you clean or get dressed for the day.

Takizawa (ghoul):

I think I’ve talked about it in my previous post about why I write about his ghoul version but anyway let’s just say that when he met you he was different and he cleaned himself up because with being around you he wanted to change. (not cause you forced him. Mostly cause a part of him is still there, it’s just hard to reach but maybe with the girl he cares about that would change. He wouldn’t be as brash.) So anyway he’s a different person now and his appearance might be more clean-cut than his regular ghoul appearance considering he has a girlfriend. (like idk I just see things being different this way.)

Now enough of that, let’s talk about living with him. I personally see that he didn’t have a place to stay so you asked him to move in with you and go to work (probably where you work too) so you both can pay off the bills and it worked out all just fine.

It honestly must have been weird to him since it’s kinda like living like a human a bit but he didn’t mind the feeling considering he was around someone like you, a person he trusts.

He loves sharing a bed with you and keeping you warm.

And waking up with you in the morning is something he really likes but he wouldn’t tell you nor show you that.

He’s pretty monotone tbh but he will express himself with you sometimes.

Sei always lazily rests his arm around your waist when you two are sleeping and he usually admires your little groaning and complaining state. It makes him chuckle and he always moves your hair out of your face.

He’s always waking you up with a kiss on your nose or by his laugh when you complain about the alarm.

Cause believe it or not he’s an early bird.

So he even cleans up and gets ready before you.

While he gets ready he also gets your clothes ready if you’re going to work or school.

He likes to watch TV when you both have a break and cuddle you into him with a blanket over the both of you.

While cuddling, you like to trace his tattoos, his lips giving you the biggest smirk as he’d pull you closer.

With both of you always being busy with work, sex doesn’t happen too often, plus, Taki isn’t the type to force it onto you or coax you into it.

To be honest, it happens at the most unexpected times.

For instance, you’d both be sitting on the couch watching TV and he’d randomly plant a soft kiss on your shoulder every few minutes, until beginning to plant more going in a perfect rhythm.

If you were feeling up for it as well, you’d turn to him and begin to kiss him, the session further intensifying until you’d both be having sex with the TV still on.

He loves sex to be a mystery and not so much planned or thought of a moment before he initiates it. He wants to feel that feeling stir within him in the present.

Taki really likes spending time on the small balcony of your apartment with you to look out at the city while having a cup of coffee.

Likes to have lots of tickle fights with you.

will probably chase you around the house.

a lot of makeout sessions and shuffling around the house when you two don't break from the kiss and are heading to the bed.

his hands are all over you in a nonsexual way all the time.

you sit on his lap a lot when you two are paying bills and going through the mail.

It is stated that he loves animals so he may have pets around the place and he takes good care of them. He probably has owls as pets, idk why but I just see it. I know owning owls in Japan is a thing so it's possible.

[obeymeluv]

Random Headcanons for the Bros (SFW + NSFW)

I’m bored and was thinking about the more ‘demon’ noises they’d make. It turned into a bunch of random headcanons (SFW + NSFW).

Enjoy!

These got really long so I skipped Belphie for now. I was getting sleepy and I need more time to think up some headcanons for him.

I think I caught all the spelling errors but I’m not sure. Super sleepy...

Lucifer

His ‘angry’ demon noise sounds a lot like the ones koalas make. It’s not an especially deep or rugged noise, like a lion, but this simmering mess of hisses and clicks with a bit of air in it.

Tends to keep his mouth closed and tongue fluffed when making the noise so it sounds more subdued/reptilian

Lucifer’s horns are very sensitive. Mammon found that out at an early age. His beloved could use this to their advantage, but it does bring the teeth.

Would deny to his last breath that he likes head massages or temple rubs. If you can manage, give the guy a shoulder rub and he’s putty in your hands. Won’t even speak. Might make a clicky purr sound though.

When he doesn’t want you to leave or could really use another minute with head scratches, his tail will wrap around your wrist and hold it in place.

When you share a bed, he’s not a snuggler. Lucifer’s the type to be content knowing you’re in the same space. He moves in his sleep, though, so you always end up a little spoon

Asmo says he has a size kink, but he’s not sure. Lucifer will begrudgingly admit he likes power dynamics. There’s something thrilling about grabbing you by the throat, as delicate as you are, but being so gentle with you.

He’s not the most aggressive biter in bed, but he will use his teeth and claws for the sensation. Lucifer’s big on anticipation and overstimulation

Weak for neck kisses, especially at his pulse. Attack! He WILL get even though, so beware.

Doesn’t openly think he has any clothing-related kinks, but he’ll stare a bit longer if you dress up in red or black.

Would never do it in front of his brothers because of the teasing, but very much the ‘come sit in my lap’ type.

His pride won’t let him allow any public fun times, not even the fear of getting caught, but he does get off on flustering you and watching you pull yourself back together before anyone catches on

The ‘lots of strong, long kisses’ kind of guy. Not big on French kissing unless he has time to indulge and knows he won’t be interrupted

Runs very hot when he sleeps. He prefers to be shirtless so cold sheets take the edge off.

You’ll come before he does. It’s a matter of pride, after all.

His love language is helping you get organized (if you’re not), and tracking down resources to things you’re interested in because that’s within his skill set. Also good at creating absolute silence for you if you have a migraine.

If Lucifer makes a pact with you, it’ll be around your heart because it takes a lot of self-sacrifice to do. He’s TRUSTING you.

Mammon

Mammon sounds like an angry tortoise when he’s woken up too early, when he’s embarrassed (or in denial), or telling one of his little brothers to shut up without saying it

I head cannon that he actually needs the glasses he wears. Or that he has contacts and just wanted yellow frames because yellow is the color of Grimm

It crossed my mind that he might wear them just so he can see everything as golden and beautiful because he remembers the Celestial Realms and misses it

He says he stays with you because Lucifer assigned him, but once you connect with him on ANY level (say something nice, defend him, just give him attention instead of suspicion), he’s 100% whipped. Wants to be with you all the time and chase that feeling you give him. He needs more of it. Has to have it!

Mammon’s a sucker for getting his hair played with. Run your fingers through it, play with the ends, and you could probably rob him blind

Will also pester you for back massages because he jacks up his back running from Lucifer all the time (and trying to run off with heavy shit to pawn)

Is really good with math, has bad impulse control, and gets very distractable. Would probably surprise a few of his brothers with his math mark is and the fact that he could tutor if he stays in the right mindset. 

He’s the sloppy/needy kisser that has to be as close as he can. He’ll end up between your thighs and somehow surround you.

Big on little butterfly kisses.

He’s not a full-on biter, but he’s a nibbler. He’s a hickey expert and he wants them to be seen.

Actually super easy to turn on. If you take his glasses off and get close enough to see him, he’s hard because you rubbed up on him coming into view. Also: praise him. IT WORKS!

The Avatar of Greed probably has a breeding kink. Just saying.

Might complain about it, but he’ll give you piggyback rides and carry you if you ask. Literally, all you have to do is ask.

You can’t do the whole ‘laying in nothing but my earrings’ because he’ll either take your earrings out before sex to look at them (very much an ‘oh, shiny!’ person), teeth them during sex and break them, or he’ll think you look so good he’ll want to pile on ALL the jewelry.

Steal his clothes to wear them? He’ll lowkey cry. YOU LOOK SO CUTE, ALMOST AS GREAT AS THE GREAT MAMMON!

Prefers to be the little spoon, but honestly if you fall asleep with him you guys end up tangled up together. Usually face-to-chest, but some kind of tangled up together

Can’t always keep up the dirty talk in bed because he gets so sappy, but he’s big on soft touches, hickies, and needing praise if you want him to go harder/faster when he’s in his gentle moods

Will fight Belphie for King of Lap Naps. Mammon would monetize your nappin’ thighs but then he’d have to share them and that just seems like a bad business idea.

Main fantasy? You begging. Beg for him to do anything and you’re occupied for the next few hours.

Has a bit of a smart mouth so he’ll also get into banter with you and if you get the last word, he’s super embarrassed, proud, and give him a consolation kiss or something, huh?

Helpless when you initiate it because SHIT that was bold and he can’t believed it worked! All you have to do is say his name, look him in the eyes, then his lips, and kiss him. If you think you’re walking away, you don’t make it far.

The type to con you into a quickie in the closet our just out of view/hearing of the others.

The type to write checks his mouth can’t cash 85% of the time. Call his bluff. If he invites you into the bath, do it. Walk in naked. You might have to save him from drowning. 

Leviathan

Levi’s angry noises sound like bearded dragon hisses. Those hisses are used for warning, frustration, and when he does the uncomfortable prickle of awkwardness. When he disagrees or is bashful, they get a warble/chatter to them.

I headcanon that they can also take on their demon form when they feel threatened, as it puts out an aura and makes them more defensive. Levi can transform the easiest due to him feel uncomfortable and not being the most sociable.

When he’s in demon form, his tail will either wrap around him for comfort or will go over to the person he most trusts to comfort him. He tends not to consciously want to touch Lucifer with his tail, but there’s something instinctual about going to the oldest brother. He usually goes to Satan or you (if you’ve reached that type of intimacy)

You would think a guy that shamelessly plays a lot of otome games and uses them as social guides (even though they’re far from perfect) wouldn’t be so susceptible to a peek of skin or nudity, but LEVI IS WEAK!

That whole ‘shirt rides up getting a library book’ thing? He’s dead.

The biggest virgin, basically. Boy’s got a strong imagination and he’s sensitive from the whole ‘gross otaku’ complex.

His biggest fantasy? Water play. He wants to be the big, scary monster who grabs a tasty, tiny human and has his wicked (totally consensual) way.

One of the more adventurous bros because he’s seen a lot of stuff in anime and wants to know if it would really work.

Will definitely ask for a blow job. It’s the shortest blow job ever but he loved it.

Is weak for any kind of kiss so have at it! Especially likes kisses on the mouth, shoulder kisses (because that means cuddling!), and kisses on his chest or belly.

The type to get addicted to sex once he has it, but not helplessly so. He won’t say no if you ask.

Is too embarrassed to ask you to wear some of his clothes so he just kind of leaves them in your room and waits to see if you wear it. If you don’t, he buys you matching clothes so you HAVE to.

Once you’re dating, you’re his good luck charm. No ifs, ands, or buts! He NEEDS you for game night, even if you fall asleep in his arms, okay?

After getting used to the idea of giving you affection and understanding your boundaries, he’s dropping a forehead kiss 24/7.

He hisses more than his brothers, and his tongue can do some tricks the other bros can’t. He’s WAY better than those other dumb humans, too.

You’re one of the only people who can pull him out of his room. He becomes aware that you get him out for exercise (or because Lucifer asks) but if he leaves the House of Lamentation and has you to himself, he won’t complain.

Satan

Cougar noises--the chuffs, the growls, the yeowls, all of it. He is big angry kitty boy

He’s afraid of losing his temper but he’s got a ridiculously tight grip on the reins. You wouldn’t think he’s the Avatar of Wrath until one of his brothers set him off.

His love language is gentle pets, a good book, and a cup of tea. He’s your guard when you don’t want to deal with the outside world. Because Satan’s super logical and admires detectives, his love language is also helping you solve your problems. He just conveniently shows up with something that helps (because he’s been listening and is a background type).

Is emotionally keen, perhaps because his cardinal sin is wrath and he can be sensitive. He has a radar for you and it calls him like a moth to a flame.

Want to seduce him? Read to him. It’s that easy. Share your favorite quotes.

Or just take a cheap shot and do something with cats. He may enlist you to smuggle Hellcats into the House of Lamentation since Lucifer can’t do anything to the precious exchange student. Being its ‘parents’ will bring you close.

Doesn’t like mornings but forces himself to be a morning person. HIGHLY enjoys it if you’re not because it’s so nice to see you go through all the stages of discontent before resigning yourself to getting up and starting the day

He’s not easy to fluster, but he’s the ‘tried and true’ when it comes to getting bothered. If you find something that works, file it away because it will ALWAYS work.

If you fluster him, he has to make it even. It’s the only way he’ll feel good about his weakness. Much prefers if you’re worse off than he is, actually, because there’s something delicious about it

A bit of a sadist. Prefers drawn-out pleasure and taking you for all that you can give

Loves to catch you with that studded tail and keep you in place. Very much likes to drag you back to him. That looks pretty, too.

HIS TAIL IS SENSITIVE. TOUCH IT. PET IT. HIS IQ DROPS TO THE SINGLE DIGITS.

Doesn’t know what to call his kinks, but the idea of restraining you is a nice one. Likes the positions where he has to hold you against him or in place, or can move parts of you to better fit with him. Big on taking you from behind.

Doesn’t care if he’s the big spoon or the little spoon. Just wants to make sure you’re there with him.

Has a fantasy about you serving him tea naked in his room.

Big on biting, and is usually embarrassed about the marks the next day

The type to let you throw your legs over his lap and read in contented silence with you, occasionally massaging your leg

Boy likes legs. Show ‘em off.

Interrupt intense studying sessions (because he over-studies and studies WAY TOO EARLY FOR TESTS) with snuggly pop quizzes (”Who’s cute? A) You, B) The Avatar of Wrath, C) Satan, or D) All of the Above”) because he lives for it.

Cheeky and unexpectedly playful. Will wake you up with tickling or tracing. If you are romantically involved, he’s definitely woken you up with a squeeze or kiss at least once

If you’re in a pact with him, it shows up on your thigh or hip.

Very proficient with magic. Has probably found a way to bring it into the bedroom.

Asmodeus

The cuddliest boy

His angrier noises tend to sound like a giant salamander but his cute flirty/chirpy noises sound like a toy gecko.

I headcanon that Asmodeus became part incubus when he fell to Devildom, or that he ended up with some of those traits once he became the Avatar of Lust

He can feed off the various types of love emotions (genuine love, sweet crush love, jealous love, sex, etc.) but it doesn’t fill him up as much as hunting humans or other demons. It’s just something he can feed off of more frequently so it keeps hunger at bay.

Will pamper his crush or someone he holds dear because that’s bonding. He wants SOMEONE to understand the lengths he goes through to be beautiful! It’s a process! Respect him!

The biggest hype boyfriend ever. Will take your confidence to new levels and show you that you can rock anything

Epitome of ‘looks like a cinnamon roll but could actually kill you’ trope

Are you having a play date with makeup? Turn those lipstick swatches into lipstick kisses and he’s got to stop and recollect himself. His little heart’s going so fast!

Glows when you praise him. It could be something he’s heard for centuries but somehow you say it better than anyone ever has.

When he’s feeling extra affectionate and just really loves you, his eyes will be a pinky-red.

Wants to be babied. Please kiss him.

100% down for soft cuddles and luxurious touches. Long days spent in bed and slow, dream-like sex.

Doesn’t really like his hair messed with because he works on it a lot.

Touch his arms, his back, and his chest and he’s all yours.

Will kiss you anywhere, but his favorite place to kiss you when you’re cuddling is on the inside of your wrist

Prefers to be the little spoon.

The skin on his shoulders can dry out when he takes on his demon form. Something about the texture of demon wings dries them out really bad. Put lotion on him and he’s singing your praises.

Gets you into the most exclusive places and plans the best shopping days. Your off days will be the envy of everyone in the Devildom!

Asmodeus is very perceptive when it comes to his love, and very receptive in terms of sex. It feels like the world’s longest questionnaire before you have sex, but he needs to be ABSOLUTELY clear about your experience, comfort, what you like, and what you don’t.

Probably gets off first because the act of having sex is very heady and strong. It’s a massive energy boost at once. It’s the second-best type of feed he can get and makes him feel drunk/light-headed.

Definitely makes up for it. You probably won’t be able to walk afterwards.

Big on PDA around others. Holding hands and matching nails!

When Asmodeus makes a pact with you, it shows up in aesthetic places like your shoulder, your wrist, your ankle, or above your chest.

Is big on receiving praise but not as big as Mammon

Sex with him can be rough and hard, sweet and gentle, and everything in between. Is very likely to mess up your clothes because he has a hard time controlling his claws when he’s in the moment but you can wear his clothes. It’s fine.

Will give you hickies. Loves the colors they take on your skin.

If he’s helping you get ready for an event, all that pretty makeup might get messed up when he takes you against the vanity. He can’t help it!

10/10 the best, most supportive boyfriend. A sweetheart with claws.

Beelzebub

Sweetest boy. The one that has good intentions even if things don’t go to plan

Very loyal. He’s neutral to everyone when they first meet him, but he’ll quickly pick favorites or befriend someone if his intuition says he should.

Beel’s a pretty good people-reader. Maybe it comes from being an older twin, but he knows a bad heart when he sees it

Is very empathetic and can get really upset for his hungry fury. It’s hard to shake but if you’re gentle/persistent, you’ll get a smile.

If you get some tears, just hold him and tell him it’s okay. You know it’s hard to control.

Also on team ‘play with my hair’

He’s a sucker for kisses around his ear, the base of his throat, AND HIS STOMACH. KISS THAT TUMMY!

Forgets that he’s built very differently than you and is honestly amused by how awe-struck you get with his muscles.

Squeeze his bicep. It makes him blush.

Quiet fawning over his muscles really warms his heart. Just praise him, kiss him, and run your fingers over his chest and you’ll get the good, deep rumbly polar bear purr.

Beel has deep, rolling demon noises. It’s something about how tall and wide he is that makes the reverb shake deep in your bones no matter how gentle it is

Will think the stars of you if he catches you looking after his family.

His heart skips a beat and his face goes super red if you pack him snacks with little notes on them

Is 100% down for food dates.

Loves carrying you. He’s nice and helpful and when you start dating, he just loves having his tiny human close.

Has to learn to temper his strength when you start dating because he tried to be cute and scoop you up but almost threw you into the ceiling

Very gentle bear hugs from very gentle Beel

Prefers you to climb on him when you want to cuddle that way he doesn’t accidentally hurt you. Loves to feel you struggling to climb on his back.

Likes to snuggle your arms when they’re wrapped around his neck (especially when you’re getting a piggyback). Absently rubs your thighs/knees because they’re in his hands.

Lots of absentminded but heartfelt kisses because you smell good and he loves you. He just wants to kiss you, not taste you! (”One more, please?”)

Has a size kink. He’s a big boy so you’re probably smaller by default and you’re just easy to pick up and hold and--boy’s going to bust a nut just getting you into position

Big into oral because you smell good and taste good and he could eat you for HOURS. He has the strength and stamina, trust me.

Has the best jawline of the bros because he’s always working his mouth muscles.

Tends to take you from behind just to minimize the height difference but he’s also had sex in the kitchen, in his bed, and is coming around the idea of you being on top of him.

Won’t leave hickies but he’s the suckling type. Most likely to leave fingerprints/handprints

Heavy post-cuddler.

If you feed him (even jokingly) after sex, he’s going to immediately roll over and want to go again.

You love him enough to feed him and he just loves you and--?!!

If you cook him anything, he’ll definitely give his compliments to the chef

Always buys you cute aprons and things to wear in the kitchen. Has a matching set even if it doesn’t fit him very well.

If you make a trip to the human world, please come back with a bunch of cheeseburgers for your baby. He’ll love you forever (even though he already does).

Loves to cuddle. If you rest your head on him, he puts his arm around you and pull you in close. He’ll initiate the ‘in lap cuddling’.

Is surprisingly good at potions because he’s familiar with the ingredients and can tell if you’re on the right track based on how it smells.

Loves to feed you. Won’t say no to being fed. Didn’t know he had a finger kissing/sucking kink until he was being careful with a bite of food and somehow still got your finger (no damage though).

When you make a pact with Beelzebub, it shows up on your stomach.  

[brelione]

Consideration (JJ X Reader X John.B)

Warnings:Voyeurism, choking, fingering, masturbation, John.B

@batcat46​ is back at being the official John.B whore but this time add a little ✨JJ✨

“Please John B at least consider it!” JJ pleaded as he got off the boat as he went fishing with John B, “JJ cmon you know how weird it is youre basically begging to fuck my girl right now?” “Cmon dont think of it like that, it'd be once, Unless she liked it'' JJ smirked.

 John B stopped in his tracks, slowly turning first his head then the rest of his body following  “You did not just say that, JJ. Im gonna fuck you up” He spoke loudly as he quickly brought JJ closer, face to face. JJ wiggled out of his arms and laughed as he ran away with the day's catch in a cooler in his hand up to the house, leaving John B to tie up the boat. 

John B starts to consider, would (Y/N) actually be into that? Now John B was a very protective and jealous significant other. The more he thought about it the more he considered letting JJ hook up w (Y/N). He tied the knot deeply thinking. John B knew one thing, there were gonna be rules, and they were gonna be strict. 

John b walked into the house coming up behind JJ and flicked him upside the head. JJ immediately swatted his hand away. “Fine, you can, but i'm gonna have rules and they will be strict. She cant moan your name, You gotta use a condom, i have to watch, You have to make her finish, She isn't allowed to suck your dick, and you can't eat her out, If i want it to stop all of it will.” John B stated each as he put a finger up counting them one by one. 

Flicking JJ in the back of the head again as he walked away. JJ looked bewildered as this is the last thing he expected John B to agree to. (Y/N) was his pride and joy. As if on queue you walked through the door, holding a few bags containing groceries. 

You walked up to the counter, placing the bags down. Although you were the only reason there was space too, you kept this place afloat.  You walked over to John B standing up on your tippy toes to place a kiss on his cheek lightly. Smiling at JJ brightly, you noticed he blushed; he doesn't usually do that.

 “So...do you remember when you used to like JJ?”John B asked, surprising you. He was more of the possessive type, did not like talking about past relationships because it didn't even matter now that you were his.

 You glanced over to JJ, seeing a cocky smirk on his face. “Yeah, used too. ”You shrugged, hoping your voice didn't sound strange. You would never admit it but you could still easily have a thing for JJ. Something about the blonde troublemaker stirred something inside of you.

 “Right…so how would you feel about something new?” John B asked, not really adding too much detail. “And you don't have to say yes.” JJ chimed in, wanting to feel included. “But it would be nice if you did.”He spoke, looking back over to John B, the brunette already glaring at him.

 “What the fuck are you guys talking about?”You laughed, trying to ignore your speeding up heart rate, and the pit in your stomach .John.B grinned, looking over to JJ.It was like second grade again when JJ had sent John B to talk to a girl he liked at the time. 

“We were thinking about a deal.”JJ was tapping his fingers against the table, trying to control his excitement. “For the love of god-can you just explain what the hell you’re talking about!”You exclaimed, annoyed. “JJ wants to fuck you and I said he could.” John B blurted out, causing your eyes to widen.

 you would be lying if you said you had not got off to the idea countless times. Both the boys blushed, looking down.  You could see JJ hit the back of John B’s forearm like he was asking to to retrieve and answer. “Baby this isn't like you, what in the world let you agree to this.” John B looked up and simply replied “I wanted to watch.”  You bewildered reconsidered the idea. 

“You know, okay” you smiled at JJ and JOhn B coughed to cover his scoff. JJ looked at John B asking to touch you with his eyes. John B hesitantly nodded. JJ swiftly moved past him and put one hand on your face and looked you in the eyes as content. 

When you blinked twice signaling a yes, he kissed you, so rough and full of pure lust you didn't know what else to do but kiss him back. He tongue slipped into your mouth swiping across yours. Your hands went to his hair,as he picked you up, setting you on the counter. 

One hand resting on your high thigh on your hip. John B cleared his throat, a rock hard growing in his pants thinking about how he could do this to you x10. There were so many things JJ wanted to do to you in this moment.He had thought about it countless times. He would destroy you in every way possible if John B wouldn't be watching. 

He wanted to know every kink you had, everything you liked and didn’t like and overall just wanted to make you feel better than John B ever had. He knew he could too, dragging sloppy kisses down your neck. John B went to the corner of the room a large mount in his shorts.

 “I'm gonna take good care of you, princess.”JJ pressed a kiss to your lips before throwing you over his shoulder and setting you down on the bed, getting on top of you. He removed your top, and as you weren't wearing a bra he just admired, but quickly moved to your bottoms. 

Once you were fully stripped he started from your jaw sucking light hickies so John B wouldn't kill him. Working his way down your neck, breasts, stomach and right around where you wanted him most. Up and down your inner thigh. Right next to your heart he sucked hickies in the shape of two j’s just so you would know tonight you belonged to him. 

John B sat in the bean bag chair in the corner of your shared room, under the window. His hips slowly moving around as if feeling the air for friction. JJ got down to your panties, the sea through black flowery lace making his cock pulse harder. He finally got this, he finally got to make you feel good. 

The endless dreams he had of everything he could've done to you. He looked you in the eyes, you looking over to John B, whose eyes were dark with lust. You noticed his unbuttoned shorts and the veins in his next pulsing. His hands clenched as if he was waiting for you two to start. 

He slowly nodded signally a yes and you turned back to JJ nodding slowly. He slowly dragged them down your legs. Hands running up and down your thighs he spread your legs, looking up at you again you looked over at John B whose shorts where next to him  his rock hard cock standing in his boxers begging to be touched looked up and stated lowly “you make the calls as long as you follow my rules.” 

You looked back at JJ who leaned over you bringing his fingers to your mouth. You coated them with your saliva as he bent back down; he pushed them both inside you. You automatically gasped as you weren't sued to how rough he was. Sure John B was rough but JJ just had this need for him. 

He needed to make you feel good at his own hand, you could feel it radiating off of him. You could hear how wet you were as he rapidly plunged his fingers inside of you, curly them as he did. You could feel the knot in your stomach building, you squirmed.

 “Cmon princess don’t stay quiet now” JJ coaxed you on. You had to hold back his name shrieking John B’s instead. John  B grunted in response. You quickly looked over to see him holding his length pumping it slowly.  JJ stopped when he could tell you were getting close. 

You felt his fingers pull out, leaving you feeling slightly empty. He stood up dropping his boxers rolling a condom on. You immediately blushed, looking over a john B still slowly pumping. “Don't do it if you don't want to love.” you looked back to JJ smiling, he got closer letting his tip slip between your folds, you gasped.  

Not used to the feeling, it started to hurt the pressure becoming too much too fast “JJ, JJ stop i need a second.” he immediately stopped his face expressing concern. Had he just ruined his one chance, what was he doing wrong? “It was just too fast to ease into it please” JJ’s eyes softened he immediately slowed down inched in and out till you gave him the go.

 You opened your eyes as it started to feel better, you clenched and he let out a low growl. He started going faster and harder. He wanted to make you feel good. You struggled to open your eyes to look over to john b who you had never seen pumping his cock harder. 

He stiffly opened his mouth as you could see the red tip from across the room. He let out puffs of air you could tell he was getting closer, his moans in sync with JJ’s. you snapped back to jj as the pit was forming again in your stomach. His hand went to your throat, you reached up and squeezed his wrist twice as okay. 

He gripped your throat so hard it brought you to the verge of your climax. The sound of John B about to cum all over himself brought you over. You screamed with pleasure as you came all over JJ's members.

 JJ was next to cum pulling out and heading to the bathroom down the hall. John B stood up and walked over to you. You wrapped your hair around his dick quickly pumping adding your mouth in as she quickly spurted the hit liquid down the back of your throat humming as he did.

 JJ came back with shorts on, by that time John B had his back on also and you finished pulling on one of the boys’ hoodies, whose? That you weren't sure. JJ wrapped his hand around your waist and smiled “so when's that happening again.” John B brushed passed “I second that question.”

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