#watch me switch between turning it on/off depending on how i feel

[aurorangen]

He's finally in Windenburg!!

[misc-obeyme]

cc. your tags on the boudoir post. MAMMON recieving an album of those photos. i'd love to hear your thoughts on his reaction (and everyone else's, if you're feeling particularly inspired?)

Ah, Daisy, my dear, thank you for asking!

I apologize for this late response, but I knew I was gonna be getting wordy with this one. Because I looove the boudoir photos idea in general and OH MAN just thinking about all their reactions is making me crazy lol. I was going to just do my regular sort of response, but this turned into full on headcanons oops.

So just in case anyone missed it, here is the original post!

My thoughts change a little bit depending on whether MC is present when the characters receive the pictures, so I included both! I only did the bros but I might be willing to do the rest upon request!

the brothers react to MC giving them an album of boudoir photos

NSFW MDNI

Warnings: suggestive but that's about it, nothing explicit

Lucifer

When you're with him, Lucifer is calm and courteous, but with a flare of arrogance. Of course you would give him such a special gift. It's only natural that you would trust such intimacies to him.

He asks you if you're trying to tell him something. Has he perhaps been neglecting you, MC? Did you give him this so that he wouldn't be able to help himself? He's onto you.

No matter your reason, he can't look through too many of the pictures before wanting the real thing that's sitting right next to him. Tell him you still have some of that lingerie in your possession. Especially if you happen to have some in his colors.

If you aren't with him, he's going to be a lot less arrogant in general. He will find you later, make no mistake. But he's honestly so touched by your gift that he spends a lot of time looking through the album, simply admiring you.

Mammon

Mammon is freaking out no matter where you are the time. If you're with him, it's definitely a lot worse. Blushing profusely. Opens the album then slams it shut because he can't handle looking at it for very long.

You can't help but giggle at his reaction and then it's all stop laughin' at him MC!! You'll need to take his hands or maybe kiss his cheek, let him know that you genuinely just wanted to give him a nice gift, you aren't trying to tease him or anything.

Ask him if he likes it. You'll get a serious response. Calms down enough to say 'course he likes it. Likes it so much, he suddenly can't keep his hands off you.

If you aren't with him at the time, he buries it under his pillow or otherwise hides it because this is now one of his treasures and nobody gets to see it but him!

Leviathan

Levi is another one who'd be a blushing mess no matter what, but if you're there at the time, he might retreat to his room and not let you in. He needs that barrier between you because if he sees you right now, his heart will explode.

He'll let you back in eventually, but it might be a minute. He needs to calm down. Are you trying to kill him, MC?! Even when he does let you in, he can't look at you directly. He's probably covering his face with his hands.

Reassure him that you gave these photos to him because you trust him with them. They're personal, intimate, and you want him to be close to you. He's going to calm down the more you talk to him. Pull his hands away from his face and when he sees the sincerity in your eyes, it flips a switch. Might even slip into demon form just to wrap his tail around you possessively.

If you're not with him at the time, he's going to need to take care of that raging boner of his right away. He won't be able to focus on anything else until he does. He's so embarrassed, he has to watch several episodes of Ruri Hana to recalibrate.

Satan

He will try to keep his expression unreadable. He's not having any over the top reactions, but as he flips through the photos, he keeps getting redder and redder. You're sitting right next to him, how can he not react? At some point, he has to close the album because he feels like he's looking at something he shouldn't.

Satan is quiet about how flustered he is, but he's having a hard time looking at you. He tries to say something and incomprehensible lines about how beautiful you are fall from his lips. He sounds like a broken record of spoken word poetry or perhaps a very drunk beat poet.

Recovers himself after a minute. As soon as he's composed, you're in his arms. You knew what this would do to him, didn't you, MC? You'll find yourself pressed up against the nearest wall in moments.

If you're not with him, Satan will tuck your album into a stack of his other books. He thinks it's well hidden there - in plain sight. But he's hyper aware of it. Keeps coming back to look at it. Ends up having to put it on the bottom of a stack behind a different stack to make it more difficult to get to.

Asmodeus

Thrilled. Absolutely thrilled in every way. Oh, wow, MC, you look amazing. He's breathless. He's entranced. He's even blushing because he knows what it means that you've given these to him. He's so in love with you, he can't stand it.

Asks you about everything you may be wearing. Comments on the skill of the photographer. Tells you that next time, you should do one together. He has so many ideas. He wants to do one where all you're wearing is jewelry - bright and sparkling, just like your soul.

Covers you in kisses. He's not shy about how this is making him feel, how much he wants you. He just wants to see your beautiful figure here and now in real life, MC! Won't you let him worship you?

If you're not with him, he will find you immediately so he can say all of the things he needs to say in that moment. You can't leave him alone with all these feelings, both physical and emotional. He brings them all to you without hesitating.

Beelzebub

It might take him a minute to understand exactly what he's looking at, mostly because he's never even heard of this. He doesn't know what a boudoir photo shoot is, so you might have to explain it to him. Once he understands, he starts lightly blushing as he looks through them. His expression is serious because he's beginning to see just how special this is.

Honestly surprised that you would give him something so intimate. He's touched. He's going to hug it to himself and look at you with tears in his eyes because he can't believe how lucky he is.

Give him another couple minutes to look through them and then he's having different feelings. He's not sure if he can hold back, MC. Tell him it's okay, that you don't want him to, and you'll find yourself on your back on his bed in zero seconds flat. You're quickly reminded why he's the Avatar of Gluttony.

If you're not with him at the time, he will figure things out on his own, though he'll have a plethora of questions for you later. He keeps it close to him at all times until you answer them because he knows one thing for sure - he doesn't want anyone else seeing these.

Belphegor

Oh, he sees what you're playing at. Trying to fluster him, are you, MC? Trying to rile him up? Are you sure you can handle him when you do that? He's so wound up by the gift he can't act normal about it. He's actually very touched by it, but he's not sure how to deal with the feelings, so he comes on too strong.

You laugh because to you, this is expected. You understand that this is Belphie's way of dealing with his own shyness. You respond by meeting him with just as much intensity. It's all kisses and touching and fumbling in the dark.

It's only later, when both of you are calm, when you're nestled in his arms, that he admits to you how much it means to him. That he tells you how he'll cherish the album you gave him. That he says he's stunned by how gorgeous you are, even more brilliant that the stars in the sky.

If you aren't with him at the time, you'll be dealing with a petulant but horny demon later on. He's going to be annoyed at you for leaving it for him and then not being there when it inevitably turns him on. Just as possessive as his brothers, he hides it in the attic where no one is likely to find it.

masterlist | Thank you for reading!

[onlyswan]

summary: in which jungkook won’t tell you what’s wrong and you get emotional motion sickness.

> angst, fluff / wc: 2.6k

> warnings: poor oc is hungry but gets nauseous from watching jk play mirror’s edge, one (1) ass slap, tearsss but i just love this couple very much T_T

note: my last post for the year, a humble gift from my heart <3 i hope you carry even a tiny piece of it with you to 2023 and always remember to treat yourself with the same kindness you give to your loved ones <3 i love you all :]

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you muffle a groan, burying your face into the pillow underneath your head. jungkook switched between five games in two hours, and it seems that he ended up settling with mirror’s edge because he’s been playing it for almost an hour already.

you can confirm that your boyfriend is stronger than you in many different aspects, because you genuinely don’t understand how he’s not getting motion sickness from playing this game while you, the lone audience, has been battling with it the entire time. but most of all, because it looks like he can hold out on you for a long time, and even if your life depended on it, you can’t do the same to him.

you turn your head just enough to take a peek. his back is facing you from the foot of the bed. it’s been your view since you arrived in his room, along with the 50-inch television infront of him. you argued that he’s sitting too close to the screen again, but he only brushed you off with a quick it’s just for today, and he hasn’t spoken a word to you since.

not being able to physically meet for periods of time is normal in your relationship, but the less frequent communication from your boyfriend for the past two weeks has been concerning you. you don’t like it. you don’t like the shorter phone calls, and the fewer to no text messages. you don’t like his avoidant eyes, his dismissive words, and when he dismisses you altogether. you don’t like the gnawing feeling of something is wrong and i need to fix this when you’re completely clueless, lying on his cold bed by yourself.

when you catch him taking a break to drink water, you seize the opportunity to snatch away his controller. your knees sink on the mattress, and you slightly lose balance as you fall back on your bottom.

he reacts quickly, trapping you in between his arms to steal it from behind your back, but the rough complaint melts on his tongue when your eyes properly meet for the first time in what feels like forever.

“are you mad at me? did i do something wrong?”

jungkook’s heart drops to his stomach, his facial features softening at the sight of your glassy eyes begging for answers. despite this, you still can’t get a good grasp on what’s running in his mind. and it’s killing you.

“no, why would i be mad at you?”

“i don’t know! that’s why i’m asking.” you answer frustratedly, gripping the controller in your hand tighter. “we haven’t seen each other in weeks and you’ve been acting like i don’t exist since i came here. it’s already dinnertime and i’m hungry and upset and i- i fucking miss you.”

you chase his eyes as you speak but he takes a step back to recreate distance between the two of you.

“it’s not like that. i’ve just been distracted with playing.”

a scoff of hurt and disbelief escapes your mouth, his words and actions only adding salt to your unattended wounds. “are you being serious right now? do you even want me here?”

when jungkook realizes the stupidity of the excuse he came up with, it’s already too late. he’s just been jumping from game to game, running around aimlessly, avoiding the root of your present argument like a fool. the foreign expression of hurt on your face sends him scrambling to fix what the damage he caused.

“of course- of course, i do. that’s why i agreed that you should visit. because i miss you too.”

his desperate hold on your arms gets shrugged off when the controller lands on his lap, with you muttering, “well, it doesn’t feel like it.”

“baby-”

“it’s okay. go play your games. just wake me up when you’re ready to have a real conversation with me, okay?”

you crawl back to your side of the bed, tucking the blanket up to your shoulders and burying your face in the soft cotton. it does its job in encaging you in your own little bubble, but the smell of cozy baby powder snaps the thread of resolve you’ve been recklessly balancing on. tears drip from your eyes and stain the grey blanket shades darker. and you silently pray he would just continue playing his damn game already so crying would feel less suffocating.

“but you said you’re hungry, baby. let me make you something.” he coos, his big palm stroking your calf lovingly to coax you.

oh, so now he wants to be sweet and attentive?

“does that mean you’re ready to talk?”

and you’re met by the silence that you’ve come to recognize all too well.

“then nevermind. i already lost my appetite anyway.”

“okay,” he responds after a few beats, his lips replacing his palm on your naked calf for a chaste, feather-light kiss. and you want to scream because the intimacy of it all only makes the yearning for his love, his attention, and god, his presence, swallow you whole.

it’s difficult to have a fight when you’re the only one fighting.

you take the opportunity to wipe away your tears and sniffle as quietly as possible when the loud footsteps and grunts of his character fill the room again. but you couldn’t bear to watch another second of the game. you quickly pull back the blanket over your eyes, the nausea creeping its way back into your system and rendering you imprisoned underneath the covers. soon enough, you slip into a slumber.

jungkook exits the game after fifteen minutes. after that small altercation, he just couldn’t get into it anymore. the little butterfly sticker you put in the middle of the controller made it impossible for his mind to focus on anything else but patching things up with you. you designed the controller because it’s the one you always use when you play together, claims it’s the luckier one, and these days he finds himself instinctively reaching for it when he plays alone.

you’ve been leaving these pieces of you all over his life. you already told him that you’re in this for the long run. what is he so afraid of?

“baby, are you really asleep?” he whispers with his elbow anchored on the bed and the heel of his palm supporting his head. after gaining no response, he carefully lifts off the blanket from your face.

his lips curve into a frown as he traces your puffy eye with the pad of his thumb. making you cry is exactly what he’s been wanting to avoid, but it seems that this served as a lesson on what not to do instead. he created another problem in the process of concealing existing problems, and he hates himself for not considering your feelings firsthand.

he kisses your forehead, creating a light smacking noise as he does so, before whispering once more. “would you get angrier if i don’t wake you up? i feel bad about disturbing your sleep.”

“i would.” your eyelids slowly flutter open, droopy eyes staring directly at his wide, doe ones. “now, care to tell me why you’ve been ghosting me?”

it’s only been over a month since you said i love you for the first time, and the paranoia of what if he realized that he doesn’t want this relationship anymore will continue to keep you up at night unless you confront him about it today. as much as his answer scares the shit out of you.

“i messed up. i’m sorry. that wasn’t my intention.”

jungkook sighs heavily, sitting up on the bed and resting his back on the headboard to gather himself together. you’re always straightforward— you’re not afraid to ask for what you want. he knows he already said it before, but ultimately, this was the reason why he gravitated towards you. you’re a breath of fresh air. but on the other hand, he’s used to putting his best foot forward. it’s always about what they would be pleased to see, because if he shows them something they don’t like, he would get eaten alive. that’s just how he makes a living and how he keeps his passions within reach.

“then what were you trying to do, jungkook?”

but now that you’re sitting by his side, the anxiety he’s been fostering in his mind is starting to look ridiculous. how could this lovely human being wrapped in a blanket, adorably scowling at him, ever eat him alive? if anything, you would share the blanket with him and build a fire to keep him warm.

“things at work are just- they’re really a mess right now. it’s always been like that but it’s a different type of overwhelming and i’m scared because . . .” he pauses when he feels his voice faltering due to his emotions crashing like tidal waves along the rocky shore. he may not be able to look at your eyes right now but instead, he holds on to your hand resting on his thigh.

“what if we’re flying too high too fast because we’re being set up to crash? i didn’t- no, it’s just . . . if i talked to you in the past two weeks, i would’ve just complained about how i’m having a hard time over and over again and i would cry, or worse, make you cry.”

“yah! what’s wrong with complaining and crying?” you scold him in a whiny tone, wiping his tears away with the back of your hand while your own freely stream down your face. “you’re a human being above everything else. you have the right to feel your feelings. if you don’t, they will pile up and the weight of it will break you.”

jungkook’s head falls on your shoulder. he sobs softly as his tears soak through the material of your shirt, and the scene breaks your heart so painfully that it’s difficult to breathe. your fingers comb through his hair tenderly, and your hand pulls away from his to wipe off the tears on his chin.

“don’t treat me like a stranger. please. i love you. i know i won’t fully understand everything you’re going through because we lead different lives, but we can still share the weight of it, and we can cry it out together. won’t you let me do that? won’t that make you feel even a little better?”

when he lifts up his head, you’re surprised to see a small smile playing on his lips. you blink at him blankly in confusion.

“you’re not pranking me right now, are you?”

“no! why would you think tha-”

“if you want to break up, just tell me directly like a real man would!”

he panics. “no, no, no!” he catches your furious fists pounding at his torso, holding them securely to his chest to calm you down. “baby! listen- that’s the last thing i want!”

you cease your attack, chest heaving as you wait for him to explain himself. alright, you may not eat him alive but you sure can fight him.

“it’s just funny because i remembered that the hyungs said i should talk to you because you’re the only person i listen to.”

you look at him suspiciously, giving up your futile attempts on escaping from his firm hold. “well, were they right?”

“they were. they tried talking to me too, but i couldn’t shake off the fear of breaking down infront of you.” his grip on your wrists loosens. he peppers your knuckles with kisses before releasing you altogether. “turns out that’s exactly what i needed. my heart feels so much lighter. thank you.”

you climb on his lap quietly, hanging on to him like a koala bear, with your limbs wrapped around his waist and neck. you’ve been dying to embrace him again since the moment you watched him drive away from your apartment more than two weeks ago. you regret that you didn’t stay in his arms for at least ten seconds longer despite knowing that he wouldn’t have the time to meet up with you again in the near future.

“are you crying again?“ he asks worriedly after hearing you sniffle.

“i really thought you were trying to break up with me. i had no idea what i did.”

“i’m sorry. i’m sorry-” your cheek is granted with an apologectic kiss. “it was an asshole move.” and then your temple. “i wasn’t thinking straight. i’m sorry, baby. i promise all my free time is yours again.”

he gives a final kiss on the top of your head before resting his cheek on it, rubbing your back with gentleness. he blinks them away when tears also start filling his eyes again, but he only made it easier for them to fall.

“lean on me. use me. i want to be there when you need me the most, okay?” you pat his cheek softly, connecting your lips with his but it doesn’t even last for five seconds because-

“i can’t even make out with my boyfriend in peace.” you grit your teeth in irritation as you tug your bag closer by its straps. you lazily dish out your ringing phone from the pocket. after seeing who the caller is, you opt with setting your ringer in silent to let the call remain unanswered.

it’s the group leader in one of your on-going school projects, and you’re 100% sure he’s going to beg you to do another groupmate’s share of work because he’s not satisfied with them again. unfortunately, you’re not in the mood to be compassionate today.

“my love?”

“hmmm?” you hum absentmindedly as you scroll through the notifications from the group chat.

“why is my shampoo in your bag?”

“oh-” you smile hesitantly as scrunch your nose, eyes landing on the two bottles of shampoo nestled in the corner of your unzipped bag. “please forgive me. i wasn’t thinking straight either.”

“that doesn’t really explain anything.” he rolls his eyes jokingly.

“well- uhm- when i went to pee earlier, i thought there was a big chance i would walk out of your house broken up with you. then i remembered that you went to like ten stores to look for that shampoo when you ran out ‘cause it’s the best one you tried when you had bleached hair . . .”

the smile on his face gradually fades as the realization dawns on him.

“and you also told me that the production already got discontinued-“

“so if we broke up and you were angry at me, you would’ve stolen my shampoo?!” he exclaims, flabbergasted by your simple yet deliberate plan on delivering revenge. “how is that not thinking straight-”

“but for the record, i realized that i would feel guilty since you bleach your hair a lot so i wasn’t going to go through with it!” you abruptly defend yourself, taking out the bottles of shampoo and handing them over to him to strengthen your claims.

he tosses them aside to hold your waist, chuckling in amusement when you cutely pout at him. that’s what you always do when you try to get away with something. oh my god, he missed your face so much.

“why? if i was really planning to ghost you into a breakup then i would’ve deserved worse.”

“but you won’t do that to me.”

“mhm-mm. never.”

“and from now on you’re going to complain and cry to me when you’re struggling.”

he eagerly nods in agreement. “i promise. i love you.”

“i love you.” you give him a kiss on the lips before climbing off his lap to reach for the controller he left on the edge of the bed. “now i want to play fifa.”

he playfully slaps your ass, which doesn’t elicit a reaction from you because honestly, you expected nothing less.

“sure, but shouldn’t we eat first? it’s almost 7pm.”

you groan internally when the thought of food, and your boyfriend’s exquisite cooking at that, remains unappetizing. “you can eat first, babe. watching you play mirror’s edge really made me feel sick.”

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[chameleon66]

For a moment it’s quiet

Word count: 1,594

Ship: HuskerDust (Husk x Angel Dust)

Summary: Angel wants cuddles from his boyfriend but it then leads to an interesting discovery.

THIS IS A TICKLE FANFICTION, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

Author’s note: I just finished watching Hazbin hotel and Huskerdust is by far my favorite ship in the show so I felt I had to write something for them, I may check out Helluva Boss soon too so I may also write something for that as well depending on if I find anything interesting to write about in it. I think that’s all so happy reading!

“You know what time it is Husky?” Angel blurted out while swinging the door to his boyfriend’s bedroom open. “It is cuddle…Angel…o’clock.”

To put it simply, Angel was not expecting to see what he did when he opened the previously closed off bedroom door.

Husk was curled up on his bed in a nest of spare blankets, half empty bottles of alcohol and pillows, with one pillow tucked neatly underneath him while his arms were wrapped around it and his tail laid limp around his ankles. He wasn’t wearing his top hat or usual daytime clothes but a soft pair of two piece button up pajamas with white and black dice printed on that contrasted the dark red background of the pajamas.

Husk also didn’t seem too amused with Angel barging into his room without knocking but since it was Angel and he wouldn’t expect anything different out of him. Husk simply just sighed and replied with.

“Fine, I wish you luck in finding a spot to cuddle me, also stay away from my booze, also … Please don’t tell the others about this.”

Angel, still in a state of flustered gay shock from seeing the adorable display of his boyfriend, all sprawled out across his bed like a kitty cat. Slowly made his way over Husk’s bed and crawled onto it and over the lumps of blankets that were just barely visible in the dimness of Husk’s bedroom.

Angel never understood how Husk could live with never turning on the light switch in his room but according to Husk his vision was perfectly fine in low light environments.

Once Angel made his way over to Husk he wrapped all four of his arms around Husk, the upper pair around Husk’s neck and the lower pair circling around his waist.

And much to Angel’s surprise Husk let go of the pillow he was laying on and wrapped his arms around Angel’s shoulders in return with his resting a few inches in front of Angels as they laid parallel to each other on the bed.

Angel could feel his cheeks become pink at the close up view of his boyfriends face and he could see a tint of pink over his cheeks and the bridge of his nose but the implied emotions that the blush conveyed didn’t reach Husk’s half open yet completely awake eyes.

“You are so handsome Husky.” Angel stated aloud to Husk, which made the blush in his furry white face much more visible.

Angel smiled at his boyfriend’s reaction to being given a compliment and his smile only grew as he saw the pink tint reach up to Husk’s pointy tipped ears.

Having way too much love and affection to give to his boyfriend at that moment, Angel reached his upper right hand up to his boyfriend’s ear and began using the tips of his nails to scratch around the base of them.

The effect was instant, Husk’s muscles in Husk’s ear and the rest of his body went slack and Husk’s eyes went half lidded as a soft purr became audible in each of his exhales. Husk's head began to lean and nuzzle into Angel's hand silently pleading for the gentle scratches to not stop.

Angel had to hold back the squeal that tried to make its way up his throat and out past his lips, he didn’t want to ruin this moment of peaceful love between the two of them. So he quieted himself and kept scratching Husk’s head and ears, making sure to soak in the sound of his purring and the sight of Husk’s relaxed and spaced out facial expression.

This went on for a few minutes until Angel experimentally tried to rub the top part of Husk’s ear where the heart print and the red tip of his ear were but when he began rubbing the soft cartilage between his thumb and index finger Husk’s reaction suddenly changed.

Husk’s face morphed into a smile and made something that Angel could only describe as between a meow, squeal, and laugh in response to the touch that Husk would deny making for the rest of his life.

“OMG! Husky! That is the cutest noise ever!” Angel put the pieces together fast upon Husk’s response but he needed to see that reaction one more time to believe his theory.

“Hey! Knock it off Legs!” Husk commanded the spider sinner. Though the look in the spider’s two toned eyes told Husk exactly what he was thinking.

“Don’t even thiNK ahahahahahah! Nohohoho.” Husk’s words lost themselves as Angel’s fingers went back up to the colored parts of his ears and began to scratch and rub them.

Angel’s theory was confirmed. Husk’s ears were adorably ticklish.

Husk kept giggling while trying to get his hands free but Angel used his lower pair of arms to keep Husk’s arms pinned to his sides and keep Husk from moving away as well.

“Aww! Does that tickle darling?” Angel asked in his baby talk voice.

Husk’s face got redder at being teased but he somehow found it in him to nod his head to answer Angel’s question.

“Well all the better for me Babycakes. I just love to hear those giggles of yours.” Angel was having a lot of fun with this, after all it wasn’t everyday you got to see the grumpy yet observant bartender smiling and giggling while his ears were being tickled.

Husk would rather die a second death than admit it out loud but he was actually enjoying himself, but only a little. After all tickling is for children but Angel toying around with his ears was soothing in a way but was exhilarating in a different way.

Taking note of Husk’s ears flicking in his hand’s grasp, Angel moved his hands off his ears and brought his face closer to them. Then he took a deep breath and blew a puff of air onto Husk’s right ear.

Husk’s giggles went up an octave and his ear twitched aggressively at the contact of the cool air. Angel smirked wishing he had brought his phone to capture Husk being absolutely adorable but just seeing it in person was also great.

“You know, I’ve had clients with ‘sensitive’ ears before, but I’ve never had one with ticklish ears before. That must make you really special Husky.” Angel hummed his Husk’s ears, the vibrations of Angel’s voice causing a buzzing tickly sensation to spread throughout the canal of Husk’s ear.

As Angel kept blowing air onto Husk’s ears he couldn’t help but notice Husk actually seemed to be enjoying himself. Husk would definitely deny it if Angel asked him but he could see it in the way his tail swished back and forth with the tip thumping against Angel’s leg and his smile that was doing a poor job of hiding how genuine it was.

Though Angel decided to let Husk remain oblivious to Angel’s observation, If Husk wanted to tell him on his own terms, then Angel would accept that. At least for now.

After another minute Angel decided Husk had his fill and planted one kiss and the inner side of each of his ears, emitting one last shriek of a giggle out of Husk.

Angel Got back down face to face with Husk and watched as his boyfriend hazily giggled that last bits out of his system and met Angel’s eyes. Giving him the “You are lucky I love you otherwise I’d kill you for that” stare.

Of course Angel didn’t pay the look any mind. He did however want the soft and cuddly mood back so he reached up his hand and with two fingers scratched underneath Husk’s chin, right on the spot he knew to make any cat relax.

Once the sensation of Angel’s nails dragging back and forth under his chin clicked in his brain, Husk was reduced to a purring puddle.

His body instantly lost all of its tension from the tickling that happened earlier and out of pure feline instinct he pulled Angel closer to him and began to knead his paws over Angel’s stomach. Husk was never fond of cat-like instinct but being with Angel made him feel more comfortable with his sinner form because he knew Angel loved and respected him. That made Husk completely in love with Angel.

Angel let out a chuckle from the feeling of Husk pressing on his stomach but he couldn’t help but adore how cute Husk was being with him, he really should do this more often.

“That’s right Husky, just relax and let me take care of you. You take such good care of me, it’s only fair I do the same for you.” That part was an understatement to Angel. Husk always helps Angel with anything, making his favorite drinks for him, listening to him rant about his day and providing comfort on those tough nights after dealing with Val. Husk really does so much for him and everyone else in the Hotel. He really deserved more appreciation for everything he did for people.

That night was quiet in the hotel, at least to Angel and Husk. The noise of Nifty’s vacuum, the hum of Charlie and Lucifer talking as they walked down the hall, the subtle radiostatic that lingered in every corner of Husk’s mind, the phantom sensation ropes around Angel’s limbs had faded into the background as the two of them cuddled and for just a moment, everything seemed to be perfect and nothing was wrong.

[strangersteddierthings]

Porcelain Steve - Part 3

Part One🦇Part Two🦇Part Three🦇Part Four🦇Part Five🦇Part Six🦇Part Seven🦇Part Eight🦇Part Nine

Eddie hasn't moved from his spot on the Harrington's living room floor since El placed Steve back in his hands two hours ago except to switch his weight from side to side, depending on which buttcheek is currently numb. The mass exodus from the Byers-Hopper house to the Harringtons had taken less than 15 minutes and there has not been peace since, hence the remaining-on-the-floorness of it all for Eddie.

People stop by his stop in the living room to talk to Steve, looming over Eddie in their uncertainty. He stopped offering for people to take Steve after the third rejection because Eddie gets it; he's still the most chill about this (except Argyle, but Argyle is currently high, and Eddie is exceptionally sober and perhaps resenting that fact a bit) but he gets it. The situation is fucking freaky and maybe the thought of holding their transformed babysitter slash older brother figure slash hero might be a bit harrowing.

Of course, there's always an exception, so when Max lowers herself to the living room floor next to him, cane set down between them, and says, "Give him here." Eddie obeys, instructing her to hold her hands out so he can place Steve in them upright and facing her. Max's bones had healed alright, but she'd never get her vision back.

"Am I looking at his face?" She asks, gripping him around the waist with two hands like he's a messy hamburger.

Eddie can't actually tell from this angle if she's looking at his face but it's got to be close enough, so he says, "Yeah."

"Hey Steve," Max starts. "Everyone else is too much of a wuss to hold you but don't worry. They'll get over it. Not going to lie to you, though, this is pretty weird, but, like, mostly because I expected your body to be squishy, like a stuffed toy or those babydolls Holly drags around and forces us to take care of when we all hang out at the Wheeler's house. You know, the ones that are like soft with the plastic head, hands, and feet? That's what I expected." She runs one thumb up and down on his torso before tacking on, "ugh, this feels like a polo. Eddie, is he wearing a polo?"

"Yeah. I think he's in the outfit he was wearing when whatever happened happened. The polo was tucked into his jeans but Robin untucked it to check if there were scars on his lil' porcelain tummy."

"Are there?"

"Yeah. Painted on, Robin says. It's pretty accurate."

"Like, chest hair and all?"

"I... don't know? You'll have to ask Robin. She was the one holding him like two inches from her face."

Max's attention goes back to Steve. "I bet your tiny polo looks cute, simply because it's tiny. Only way a polo could be cute, Steve. I still can't believe you dress this way because you like it. And worse, I can't believe you actually pull off the look."

Eddie looks on, amused, as Max rambles from there. Which is an experience. Max isn't quiet by any means, but she's not a talk to fill the silence type, which is what this seems like. The topics are mundane, like how summer school is going, and about her plans to try and teach El how to skateboard using only verbal directions, and debating the pros and cons of trying to convince her mom to let her get a seeing-eye dog. Then, they make a turn Eddie didn't expect.

"I think I'm going to be mostly on babysitting duty instead of active research and rescue. You know, on account of the blindness and all. So, like, I hope you're going be okay just hanging out with me and listening to Kate Bush for hours."

He should not be feeling a twist in his gut of jealousy at the fact Max wants to take Porcelain Steve from him, and yet. "You gonna look after him, Max?"

She shrugs, turns her face towards Eddie, "I figured we'd all take turns babysitting. Might get boring for him otherwise. He'd drop everything to watch us, if this had happened to us. He has done that. We have to do the same for him. Plus, Steve likes to check in on us, don't you Steve? What better way than to give you, like, a day with everyone in rotation."

"Always the savior, never the saved, huh?" Eddie is trying to joke but Max's face twists into a frown and her arms lower for the first time, lower so Steve's little porcelain face stares up at the ceiling.

"No. Not always."

"Oh?"

"I saved him, once. From Billy. It was my fault he was even in danger," Max says, voice sad.

"I doubt it was your fault-"

"It was my brother trying to beat him to death," Max snaps and it shuts Eddie up quick. "And the only reason he was in the house, beating Steve to death, was because I couldn't follow the simple instruction of 'stay away from the window'. Steve could probably have gotten Billy to leave if I had. But I didn't listen, and Billy got in, and then he was threatening Lucas. He'd said 'you're dead, Sinclair' and then Steve had to be super lame but super cool at the same time by saying 'no, you are' and decking Billy in the face with, like, the full force of his body."

"That is a very lame thing to say."

"Right? Anyway, he was winning that fight until Billy cracked him over the head with a plate. Then it just went downhill so fast for Steve, and I was so sure I was about to watch my stepbrother murder someone. I-I don't even know what came over me, really. I'd never stood up to Billy before. I just knew I had to do something. There were these syringes filled with something that put you to sleep and I grabbed it and then I stabbed Billy with one and then threatening him with Steve's nailbat to never touch any of my friends again."

"Holy shit, Red. Metal as hell!"

She gives a small smile at that. "Well, the boys were basically useless so." She gives a shrug that suggests that sentence should have ended with what can you do?

"True. I've seen you girls in action. Scary and deadly."

Max looks down, then, back to Steve. "Alright, Steve. This is enough floor time for me. I'll yack your ears off later."

She holds Steve back out to Eddie, and he returns Steve to the place in his lap. She gathers her cane and pulls herself from the floor, calling out to see where El is, then presumably going off to find her.

"You really do have a tit-for-tat thing going on with these kids, don't ya?" Eddie chuckles, falling back into the quiet.

His mind does go back to Max and her story. Saving Steve from Billy. He's heard that story but never that part. Steve had given him a watered-down version that left out the fact Billy had threatened Lucas, and that Max had come to his rescue. He wonders if Steve even knows that part.

Had they told him? In Steve's version he's getting his ass beat, and then he's coming to in the back of Billy's car with Max at the wheel. It seems out of character for Steve to not take the time to brag about the kids.

Given the events of spring break of last year, and Max's complicated feelings towards Billy, maybe Steve does know the full story and it was left out intentionally. A thing left up to Max to tell or not, to have to relive. She's been better, doesn't bottle up the hard things anymore, even though it's not Eddie she talks to.

It's Steve.

Eddie feels a bit worse about his jealousy earlier. Of course, Max wants to spend time with Steve even if he can't talk back. He's been the stable male figure in her life for years, just like he's been for Dustin.

He looks up, really taking in the people around him. All the people that have gathered because they care about Steve. All the kids, their peers, Joyce, and Hopper, and some guy Eddie's never even heard of before named Murray.

Does Steve even know how much he means to everyone here?

He's going to ask Steve just that but Robin shouts from the dining area at the same time he opens his mouth, so he snaps his jaw shut and focuses in on that.

"Absolutely not! Those assholes dealt with StarCourt by burning it to the ground and that's it! What do you think they'll try and do to Steve!?" Robin's back is to Eddie, so he can't see her face, but he can see Nancy's, who she seems to be yelling at. Nancy looks determined.

"I'm not saying we go asking the shady government for help immediately! I just brought it up as an option for if we hit a dead end, or can't figure this out, or-" Nancy argues back, and Robin cuts her off.

"Shut up! We'll figure it out! We have before."

Nancy's face softens, looks sadder. "I know, Robin. I do. But how long do we try ourselves? How many days, weeks, months, do we just keep trying ourselves while Steve is stuck? We don't even have a starting point for fixing this, the least we can do is plan a time to ask for help."

"Nancy's right," Hopper says, even if he sounds upsetting about admitting it out loud. "We can trust Owens at least. He helped us."

"No, I'm with Freckles there. You cannot trust anyone in the government, Jim. How many times do you need to learn that lesson?" Murray says in a condescending tone (though Eddie hasn't heard any other tone from him, so maybe that's just his voice?).

Eddie finally stands from the floor. This feels like an argument he should join.

[foreverisntenough]

- YOU’RE MINE -

Summary: While you daydreamed about his face an ocean apart, he had no idea what yours was about to do to him. With a twist of fate and the heat of summer, a new relationship would completely ransack his heart - Everyday heavy with the thought of one another, neither of you were going to let the unexpected love of your life go. You were going to be his, you were his, and you were going to stay his.

Warnings: This series will contain fluff, suggestive, smut love bombing, little sad, and kind of angst- not sure what else really… if i miss anything please lmk!

Note: I hope you like it! There will definitely be more parts (don’t know how many just yet though.)

INDEX

Chapter 12 - ‘You’re Mine’

You pushed the handle of his door, opening it to his big bedroom room, it felt like you were opening a door to a new world you were dying to be in with him, ideally one with no clothes. His room was calming, a lot of neutrals, it really suited him. You were excited to explore it… at a later time though, there was something else you needed to do right now. His body came to press into your back, fingers dragging over your shoulders, down your arms, then wrapping on your hips, gripping you tightly.

“You wanna borrow something to wear to bed?” He spoke softly, innocently, you knew it was a ruse but you wanted to play.

“Yeah, I want to get out of this.” You traced over your body with your own hands. “What do you want me to wear?” your hand then coming to intertwine with his, tilting your neck to the side giving him room to press his lips carefully and painstakingly slow on you. He guided you to step into his wardrobe. It essentially was another full sized room. If you weren’t so desperate right now you probably would’ve been ogling at the clothes and his careful organization. He placed you up against an island in the middle of the room, filled with items you’d want to comb through later. You turned around slowly pushing your back into the counter to watch his next move. Trent turned his back to you, walking away to open a drawer, then pulling his shirt off over his hand. His muscles flexed with his movement, his skin looked so soft, you just wanted to save the image of his strong arms tossing the t-shirt away.

“You’re so sexy T,” you whined, unable to hold in your desperation. While Trent slowly removed his top, you had quickly slipped your pants off impatiently enthusiastic to undress for him. When he did turn around, you stood adorn in his jersey with only lingerie underneath. His mouth gaped a little but he was swift to return to a more serious look. He walked over to you, placing his hands on the counter caging you in. You couldn’t get any words out. Trent’s hands moved slowly to cup your cheek more gently then you expected

“I missed you so much baby” he kissed you sweetly. You were so caught off guard by the switch that you were equally so when he had snapped back into aggression pulling away.

“You had this on all day?” He said lifting the jersey up, getting a glimpse at the black sheer set covered with little embroidered details. He pulled it tight in his fist.

“Mmhmm.” You hummed, he pulled you closer to him, now in between his legs, you had no room.

“So you wore this with my brothers..” you nodded, “at my game…” you nodded again, “in the fucking car with me…” a smirk started to form on your face at his tone. “Fucking laying on me in my house…in this?” He said with such fire behind his eyes, hands now feeling over the set, snapping the band of your panties against your skin. He moved his lips to your neck to bite on your sensitive skin guaranteed to bruise. “You gonna be a good girl and wear something like this to every game f’me?”

“Depends…” you managed some composure. “I’ll put one on next game, if you take this one off” your words dripping with lust. His hand moved off your lingerie and grabbed your face, kissing you deeply. You could feel your arousal leaking on your thigh. You wrapped your arms around him squeezing at his back muscles rippling. He trailed his hand down to your lace covered core intentionally grazing over your nipples in the process. His fingers pushed the soaked material aside.

“Wet already, baby? This all for me? Hmm?” Teasing you. His other hand coming to grab at the nape of your neck, pulling on your hair. You couldn’t stop releasing another moan. In a flash, he tore your panties off, definitely ripping the thin material. His fingers swiftly dragged through your wet folds before immediately plunging two directly inside you. You gasped at the insanely pleasurable intrusion.

“That feel good, baby? Do I make you feel good?” He asked his lips, ghosting over a developing love bite on your neck. When you didn’t respond, too lost in the feeling, he tugged at your hair again. “Huh?”

“Yeah huh” you could barely get the words out, quivering in front of him. “Fuck.. baby.. S-so so good.” Your eyes shutting in rapture at his pace. You couldn’t stop your body from involuntarily grinding against him.

“You missed me baby” He said so smug. “Fuck yourself on my fingers.” He commanded. You couldn’t stop yourself. He curled them further inside, finding your g spot fast, refusing to let up. You rode his fingers, your moans only getting louder when his thumb finger pressed harsh circles around your clit. You let out a soft cry as you rocked your hips onto his hand. Almost immediately you felt your orgasm come crashing over you. Your body shaking, if he wasn’t holding you, you would’ve collapsed.

“T” you whined his name, juices dripping down your legs and his hand, tears forming on your lash lines from the stimulation.

“That’s it baby” Trent slowly pulling his fingers from inside but still softly stroking though your folds. He kept you pressed against the counter, his lips still on your neck, he grabbed your ass and lifted you up to sit on the surface. The shock of the cold surface under you snapped you out of your haze and you greedily pulled at his joggers signaling to take them off. He did quick, revealing his incredible hard cock, already leaking pre cum. You were impatient and pulled him closer to your entrance. He was brash and filled you completely right away, unable to wait any longer. You took his whole length. You gasped at the way his cock stretched you out, not having felt his size in so long. Your arms scratched at his back as your legs wrapped tighter around his waist. Trent was being so rough and you were loving every second of it making up for lost time.

“Such a good girl, taking my cock so well,” he praised you. Slipping one of his hands to tightly grip your neck. You had never seen this side of him and it was driving you crazy.

He was fucking you stupid, your mind had gone completely blank, your vision blurred. He changed the angle lifting one of your legs hitting deeper causing you to bite down harshly on his shoulder. He moaned in pleasurable pain. His whole length repeatedly hit your g spot.

“Shit! Please, please don’t stop,” you begged him between heaving breaths. You sounded so pretty for him. And for him only.

“You like this, baby?” His struggled to get the words out when your walls tightened around him. “Fuck, you feel so good, you’re so fucking tight.”

“P-please tell me I’m a good girl for you,” you whined.You squeezed your eyes tight. You mind was complete mush with every stroke seeming to hit deeper, when he reached down to rub your sensitive clit.

“Such a good fucking girl for me, taking me so well.” His breathing getting heavier by the second, “Fuck, you’re my good girl, baby.” He hummed. Teary eyes looking up through your lashes to meet his. Your nails digging crescent shaped marks into his flesh as your body began to shake, toes curling around him and your moans bouncing off the room’s wall.

“You wanna cum f’me, beautiful? Be a good girl f’me.” He whispered in your ear. You could only manage a nod. Your body trembled as you squirted messily onto him and his cock. Pussy gushing around his thick girth in uncontrollable squirts. The release caused your body to shudder, your head falling into his neck, you were moaning his name senselessly.

“You’re so fucking perfect wearing my jersey. Making such a mess f’me. Tell me your mine. I wanna hear you say it.” His aggression came back demanding you tell him.

“I’m yours Trent, all yours. This pussy’s yours baby.” You babled overstimulated. Tears of ran down your cheeks. He’d never fucked you this hard before. His cock was soaked in your slick as he rolled his hips roughly into you.

“Fuck, fuck!” He cried out. “Baby I gotta cum. Fuck! Let me cum inside, please.” He was at his limit desperate to release. You could only nod again. His harsh movements came to a halt as he buried himself deeper inside you. Pumping you full with his cum while pressing his lips to yours the way he usually did. You both laid into each other's sweaty bodies, foreheads resting on the other.

“Get this off” Trent pulled his jersey off you. His arms coming back around your back, unclipping your bra, dropping both items to the floor. His hands stroked your back, you were practically shaking.

“C’mere beautiful” he cooed holding you tighter to his chest lifting you off the counter. Your feet were on the ground but you couldn’t stand on your own so he held you just the same. You were both completely naked now stuck together. He pressed a kiss to your temple.

“You okay, baby?” He whispered. You could only hum, your face pressed into the crook of his neck. You kissed at his skin lazily.

“You sure? Was I too rough? I’m not..I’ve …” Trent nervously and quietly stumbled around words. He hadn’t really been that physically aggressive like that with you yet. You both had bruises, bite marks, scratches. When Trent was rough with girls before he usually didn’t care too much about them but he needed to take care of you. You were his, he loved fucking you senseless but he also knew that he was falling for you and that this was different. He needed to make sure you were okay. You pulled your head off his chest slowly…

“I’m okay, T.” You giggled “I liked it, you treating me like that” you could hear him let out a sigh of relief. “Didn’t expect that in your wardrobe but I’m happy.” Continuing giggling a little delirious after the sex.

“Yeah?” He felt completely euphoric hearing the sound of your little laugh, your body against his, knowing you were happy. He was smug with himself. He pressed another kiss against your skin. Relishing the feeling of what just happened. “I wanna fuck you forever baby.” You hummed in agreement.

“Forever please” you tilted your head up pushing your lips out for a kiss.

You finally got back to the main room but remained naked, clung to him. Your arms draped around his neck. Your body pressed to his side as he walked.

“Gonna shower.” He told you his arm came up to grab at your hands around your neck.

“Mmm, can I come?” you tightened your hands against his skin not allowing him to pry them off. Your body pressing further into his.

“I assumed you were already,” he said, kissing your lips.

You barely could call it a shower, it was just another round. Your bodies refusing to part, only doing so to switch positions. Trent fucked you more gently now. This was so caring and loving in comparison. It was the literal opposite but you could never say you liked one or the other more. You were greedy and you wanted both. When you actually did manage to get clean and get out of the shower Trent carefully wrapped you in a towel, his arms quick to fall around you. He nuzzled his face into your neck. You two ended up naked again quickly but this time just making out laughing in between messing around.

“T, stop! You said giggling, running out of the bathroom trying to get away from him after he continually kept pinching your ass. Still no clothes involved, only wearing stupid childish smiles on your face, unable to take them off. He caught you quick; he was obviously faster than you.

“C’mere baby” his arms wrapping around you picking you up swinging your body like a rag doll. He placed kisses all over you sloppily, wet, messy exaggerating the ‘mwuah’ sound.

“Ew! Get off me!!” You squirmed in his arms, dramatically wiping your hand over your cheek to get his kisses drool off you. You weren’t trying very hard though.

“Nope” he said, popping the ‘p’ sound. You whined at another kiss too close to your eye.

“T!” Your hands now grabbing his cheeks to physically distance him from you. “Aren’t you tired!? What happened to sleep, knackered?” He laughed, putting you down, finally letting go. He fell back onto his bed sprawled out letting out a big sigh.

“Hmm?” You probed for him to answer you.

“Say it again.” He ignored your question and you were lost at his.

“Say what?” Placing your knees on either side of his body. You were straddling him now so he sat up with attention and anticipation.

“Knackered.. “ his hand waving at you to say it.

“Knackered” you repeated, a silly grin on your face but a furrowed brow.

“You say it funny.” He giggled hands coming to cupp your cheeks.

“I do not!” You were laughing but practically yelling in offense. Trent hushed you with his finger coming to your lips but you just bit at it. He had riled you up. You hadn’t felt this happy in so long.

“We have to be quiet.” He said now in a whisper. You just laughed.

“T… now you want to whisper?” Questioning him. You two had been literally fucking and fucking around loudly for hours. He rubbed his hand over his face. You poked at a dimple appearing in his smile.

“Yeah, okay… but we” he pulled you a little closer “we need to go to bed.” Placing a kiss on your forehead.

You got under the covers of his bed. After your long day, you were sure this was the comfiest bed you’ve ever been in.

“Mmm” you hummed, wiggling happily getting situated.

“Yeah?” He questioned your cute motion.

“Yeah, come here.” His eyes widened at you being the one to ask that. He giddily crawled into your arms pressing his face into your boobs. You could only smile. His arms wrapped completely around your frame. He rolled you two over so you were on top of him. He liked having you. You stayed there. Kissing down till your head was at his chest then you nestled in. One leg placed between his, raising the other to lay over him, bending at the knee. Your hand sprawled across his chest. You both stilled at the comfort. The giggles subsided into hums of contentment. He kissed the top of your head.

“I like being here.” You cooed.

“I like you being here” he replied immediately. “I l..like you.” He stuttered over the words, he knew it was more than ‘like.’

Your heart fluttered at the words. You couldn’t believe how happy you were. You’d never been this happy in your life. You remembered the night you questioned if he was getting off knowing you were a bit broken all before he gave you the best sex of your life. That wasn’t the point though… how would he have known you have had a difficult time. He couldn’t… he didn’t. It was just instinctual to protect you. Your mind went somewhere completely different from where you were physically. Trent’s warm hands stoked up your spine though and you snapped back to the present at the touch. This is where you were meant to be, with him, with your Trent.

“Ya know…You did so well tonight, T” you said sleepily into his chest

“Are you talking about my performance.. like during sex?” He said questioning you, pulling his body away from yours. You couldn’t hold back your laugh.

“No” you said, muddied in giggles. “But if you want me to.. 10/10” your thumb brushing over his plump perfect lips.

“No critiques?” He looked so happy with your rave review. You shook your head ‘no’ “okay… and on the pitch?” He was interested to know your thoughts.

“Well….” You dragged out the word.

“Actually…” he cut you off, starting to rethink his question.

“You are amazing, baby. 10/10 every time.”

“Okay you’re lying which I don’t like” you giggled at him and he yawned. His eyes looked completely drained. His breaths were so slow. Trent was running on pure adrenaline being back with you but he was starting to fade and you could tell.

“Baby” you cooed, “ go to sleep please.” Trying to slip off his body.

“Nah, nah, nah you’re staying right here” holding you tighter to his chest so you two slept just like that.

Your nail dragged over his tanned skin. It was slow, you were tired. You woke up pressed to Trent’s chest not knowing the time slightly confused from the jet lag. At first you were slow to pull your head up not to wake him but now you were purposely playing with him in hopes he would. Your finger lifted from his chest to his jaw drawing over the sharp line causing him to stir. When he finally acknowledged you with a hum you felt bad so you put your head back down on his chest. His hand sprawled on your low back trailed up your spine to grip the back of your neck gently, his thumb stroking your skin. His sleepy movement made you so weak. He wasn’t even awake and you were obsessed.

“Baby” Trent groaned eyes still closed.

“Hmm?” You hummed kissing all over his bare chest.

“No” he said it so coldly it actually made your heart stop. “C’mere, gimme a proper kiss” your heart began beating again. A soft smile took over your face, your hands gliding to cup his cheek. He still hadn’t opened his eyes. He had no expression on his face either. He just knew he wanted your lips on his. You kissed him softly your lips moving perfectly sleepily, your bodies heating up again.

“What time is it?” He said pulling away. It was crazy he was able to dip in and out of moments like that.

“I don’t know, baby” cooed, thumb stroking over his lips, still wanting more. You watched him outstretch his arm to grab his phone, he was so tired it looked like it was happening in slow motion. The bright screen had him squinting and flinching away from it. You couldn’t contain the small giggle.

“Nah, what time did we go to bed last night?” He asked like you were supposed to know and you weren’t in the same haze he was in. You told him you didn’t know and he groaned, pulling you closer and tighter into him. Nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck, his facial hair tickled your skin

“Got literally… I think 2 hours of sleep” he groaned again muffled into your neck this time.

“I’m so sorry” you actually felt really guilty considering he had played a whole match last night in addition to your antics in his room that had your body exhausted.

“Don’t. I’ve never been more happy to have my body feel this tired… need to go get another water.” You looked at him with sad big eyes not wanting him to leave you causing him to giggle.

“I’ll be right back. Swear. Just downstairs” he kissed you, pulling you off his body. He sighed loudly, stretching his arms out sitting on the edge of the bed. He moved lazily and stiffly, getting up finally to throw on a pair of shorts that hung low on his hips. God, he was so hot.

“Mmm” you hummed with a smile painted on your face. Trent turned around to see you tucked into his bed. You looked small in the massive bed surrounded by all the pillows and blankets. Your hair was a little messy, your cheeks flushed, bruises on your skin from him scattered on your chest and neck.

“You’re perfect.” He cooed looking at you shaking his head before he walked out of the room. You just laid there snuggling into his sheets. The smell of him lingered, completely relaxing you lulling you back to sleep.

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Thank you for continuing reading! I know this one was a litter shorter but promise lengthier ones are coming. Let me know what you think as always. 🤍

Next Part - Chapter 13 xx

[fcthots]

okok hear me out.. jason really liking readers boobs. he loves grabbing them and holding them, even non sexually. he likes to rest his head on them, it’s comforting for him!!

i do think he likes to suck on them…. maybe it has something to do with his slight mommy kink but god he loves to suck on your boobs. he doesn’t care abt the size he just loves your boobs. (king tbh. i’m a b-c cup depending on the brand and i’m tired of only big boob appreciation…)

anyways jason loves ALL of readers body but i’m just thinking abt boobs rn…….

-🧸

I have been WAITING to answer this ask bc I needed it to be perfect. I think about this all the fucking time. He LOVES your tits no matter the size. Also @hearttjason ‘s ask is incorporated in here too. <3

It’s not even sexual. Like he absolutely loves your tits when you have sex, but right now? It’s not even anything sexual. You’re laying with your back against his chest and eventually you feel he snakes his hand underneath your shirt. It’s a common occurrence; you keep your eyes on the screen and he’s into that. Soon enough his hand has made its way underneath your bra and now both hands are resting over your boobs and intermittently squeezing. He’ll occasionally roll a nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He just want to feel you.

Later on in the night, you’re laying in bed with your back supported by pillows against the headboard, watching your favorite shitty sitcom. Jason walks in from the bathroom after his shower. His hair is wet and dripping into his eyes, his pupils are blown large. He’s staring at you and you can tell what he wants without ever even fully looking at him. You sigh even though you’re starting to get a little excited (it makes him hornier). You love how much he loves you.

“C‘mere.”

He wastes no time getting to the bed as you toss off your shirt, and he slides his hands under your bra to get it off. He throws it to the side and your eyes remain on the screen in front of you as he squeezes one of your tits in his hand. He puts his lips around the other’s nipple; he’s entirely focused on you, licking, sucking, and gently biting until your breathing gets heavy. He doesn’t want to put too much attention on one and leave the other unsatisfied, so he’s constantly switching. You thread your fingers in his hair to gently keep his face buried where you want it. He pants and moans until eventually your eyes become transfixed on him and the tv gets turned off. You gently tug on his scalp and he moans out “mommy”.

“You feel so good baby, don’t stop.”

[ladylooch]

a smut request with Nico where you’re needy while you’re pregnant and he helps you out?

A/N: YES! I am so excited about what is coming with these requests! So, we got three great requests that basically follow pregnancy to some sweet baby content. This is part of What My World Spins Around. I know this is technically a you POV request, but I wanted your awesome request in this AU because it's so fitting. Hope you enjoy!

A couple things that came to mind when thinking about dad Nico:

that man is going to be OBSESSED with whoever carries his baby. Like so touchy. So hot for it. So… desperate to be a dad and hold his baby. All the sweetness in the world.

He's a girl dad. 10000000% that is all I can picture him as. He would be so gentle and loving and safe for his daughter. So dependable and wanting to be invested in every single moment- big and small. 

You and Your Baby with Nico Hischier

Warning: SMUT (18+ Content), Pregnancy, swearing.

Word Count: 1.6k

I squint in annoyance at the whipping sound of the ceiling fan above me. I am trying to take a much needed rest and the uneven oscillation has me wide awake, contemplating if I can get my 7 month pregnant body up to disassemble it.

I decide probably not. So, instead, I roll myself from side to side to gain momentum to stand up and walk to the light switch. I reach to flip it off, just as my husband comes into the hallway that leads to our room. My squinting turns on him and he cautiously slows his approach.

“What’s wrong? What can I fix?”

“This stupid fan.” I point to the ceiling. He comes to stand next to me, reaching for the baby bump he is absolutely obsessed with touching. He rubs his fingers into my swollen skin, encouraging me to lean against his shoulder while we watch it together.

“Sweets, it’s fine.” This is not the first time I have complained about this fan to him. 

“It’s not in my head, Nico. It’s broken.” He bites his lip, watching as it osculates in perfect synchronization.

Brrrrrr. It suddenly vibrates, making my ears perk.

“That!” I shout, pointing at it.

“I didn’t hear anything.”

“Ohmygod. You’re useless.” I huff, stepping away from him. He follows after me, pawing at my belly. His hips bump into mine, pressing his front into my butt cheeks. 

“I’m gonna let that go because I know you’re uncomfortable from the hot weather. I did turn the air conditioning down before I came up.” His nose trails along my collarbone as I stand next to our bed, huffing in frustration.

“It’s more than just the weather. Your baby is huge.” I insist, crossing my arms over my enormous breasts. They barely fit into my maternity bra anymore. Everything is expanding and swelling and Nico still looks at me like I’m a goddess. I don’t know how. I’ve caught glimpses of myself in the mirror this week and have practically fainted from disgust. Growing a human is cool; my body going to shit is not.

“She’s measuring very normal.” He reminds me of what they told us at our ultrasound earlier this week.

“Whatever. Swiss babies must be massive or something. Doesn’t feel normal when she bounces on my bladder.” I move back to my side of the bed, adjusting the straps of my bra digging into my shoulders as I go. I can’t stand the discomfort of it holding my breasts to my chest. So I aggressively shimmy it off, tossing it onto the chair by the window. My perked nipples pierce my t-shirt, drawing Nico’s undivided attention. He tries to subtly adjust himself in his shorts as he moves to pacify me again.

“What do you need?” He asks, large hands cupping my hips as he pulls us close. Our baby wedged between us makes it difficult to come together completely.

“I don’t know.” I snap, shoving my hands through my hair and whipping my pony tail in irritation. Nico tilts his head to the side, weaving his gaze down every angry line on my face.

“Maybe you just need a… release.” He questions.

His fingers glide along my shirt, weaving over my bump to come to my heavy breasts. The tips of his fingers tease the peaks until they’re tightened into desperate buds. I sigh, not able to stop the needy moan. I’m so horny all the time still, even in the third trimester. I can barely let him leave the house for summer training. Seeing my pleasure, he reaches down for the hem of my shirt to pull it over my head. My nipples have changed with pregnancy, distinct points with deeper color to them. Nico admires the view, then slowly leans forward to suck the right one into his mouth. I watch his cheeks sink in, tongue stroking every little bit to tease. My fingers rake into his hair, holding him to my chest as his other hand comes to tweak my other nipple.

“Please.” I whisper.

“Please what?”

“Fuck me.”

“I want you to fuck me.” He responds, walking himself backwards to sit on the edge of the bed. “I want to see every perfect part of you as you ride me.” I look away, a little hesitant with how pregnant I am. Our position options are limited right now, but we’ve had the best success with me on top. “I’ll help, baby.” He assures me, encouraging me forward with outstretched arms. My inner core pulses with need, wetness slicking my folds in my panties.

I step forward, placing my hands on his shoulders, watching his dewey brown eyes as he strokes my belly, then grips my hips to encourage me further forward. He grips the waistband of my maternity leggings, shoving them further down my legs. After pulling his shorts off, I straddle him, watching as my belly bumps into his chest. He smiles, leaning down to kiss it. 

Nico lays down on his back, watching me lean over him to feather kisses along his jaw. His stubble is delightfully abrasive against my smooth lips. I slide my mouth open, sucking the sensitive skin of his throat. My tongue runs over the red mark, devouring the taste of him.

“Mmm, that feels good.” His hands slide down my back to grip my ass tightly. I reach for his shaft, feeling along the hard, velvet skin. He pulses in my hand. I stroke up, smearing the trail of pre-cum over his hot head. He moans as I begin to jerk him faster with the help of the milky liquid.

His eyes watch hungrily as I move back over his hips. I grip his cock in my hand, working it through my folds, playing with myself while he watches. I savor the feeling of him against my clit. I toss my head back letting out a loud moan that has Nico gripping my hips earnestly. 

“Put me inside you, babe.” His words are a desperate hiss. More pre-cum dribbles out onto my folds.

I tilt my head forward again, chest heaving with pleasure as I move him through my slickness one more time, rubbing a hard circle against my clit. I whimper to him, then do as he requested. Once I’m seated completely on him, I relish in the feeling of how full I am with him inside of me. The increased blood flow during pregnancy has been good to me. I flutter my walls around his shaft and Nico groans, fingernails digging into my skin. He’s tired of waiting and lifts me to begin his thrusts. 

“Do I look good up here?” I ask him, watching as his eyes drift between my large, jiggling breasts and where we are wetly connecting. The sounds of our thrusts echo through our room. I press my hands on his abdomen for leverage as I move faster. 

“So fucking beautiful.” He moans. “Keep going, baby.” He encourages, mouth opening wider to suck in breaths as his thick eyebrows tug together in pleasure. “You feel.. soo.. damn.” He snaps his head back into the pillow. His eyes close as a heavy exhale falls from his mouth. I can tell he’s holding back for me. 

I continue to bounce and roll my hips, tilting my head and arching my back, as much as I can this pregnant, to hit a different angle. He’s rigid and his balls have tightened, pushing insistently between my legs as I move. I sigh in pleasure, feeling a similar tightness coil in my core as he presses deeper into me. His thumb comes to my clit as he pants excitedly beneath me. He gently rolls against the bud while raising his thighs behind me so he can help with each pump. He matches me thrust for thrust. I begin to quiver on him, unable to keep the tempo. He takes over completely, fucking me faster and deeper still as I cry out in what seems like pain but is the complete opposite. The orgasm rocks through me as I shudder, belly rigid and round while the last moan gets trapped in my throat.

“Ach du lieber Gott.” Nico sputters as my orgasm squeezes him. He explodes deep into me shoving and rolling my hips with his strong hands as I go limp. I stay like that, him buried in deep, my head tilted back towards the broken ceiling fan, mouth agape, as his hands steady me. I can feel his dick continue to pulse within me, spilling more into me with each spasm.

“I think my soul just left my body.” I tell him when I can finally speak. His hands move from my hips to my belly, then up to my nipples to give them a final stroke. My inner muscles quench around him causing a guttural groan from my husband. “It’s been a long time since you came that fast.” I tease, tilting my head forward. I smooth my hand up his chest as I sit back on his hips with him still buried inside of me.

“I had no chance with how hard you came. Plus, I’m obsessed with you this way… pregnant with our baby.” His hands press deeper and lower on my belly “I want to meet her, but I’m going to miss having you like this. This won’t be our last one, no?”

“We’ll see.” I say, itching at a red, stretch mark close to his right hand. “She might be so perfect that it’s one and done.” I toss him a wink. He knows I want multiple babies.

“Just like her mama.”

Lazily, we pull clothes back on and settle into bed for the nap I was trying to take earlier. Nico wiggles down next to my belly, lips attaching to my bare skin, nose mashing in as deep as he can get it. My eyes drift closed, finally content in my body today. I weave my fingers through Nico’s hair and grip his scalp as I surrender to my exhaustion. 

The last thing I remember is Nico telling our daughter how much he loves her.

[serene-sun]

I have a request

I don't see much stuff about Swiss written, do you think you could write fluff that's slightly suggestive about him coming home to his partner after a show? Preferably fem reader, BUT you don't have to, it's always up to you, reader could be sibling of sin or Ghoul

Swiss is so underrated, he is such a perfect mix of everything you could ever need (ironic for a multi ghoul, I know) oh and fluff version here

Swiss x gn reader

Suggestive! 18+ even though no smut

A/n: sorry this is so short! I’m not very good at being able to hold back the smut while loving to write for fluff too, does that even make sense?

As soon as the bus stops at the ministry he goes straight to your room, grabbing your form and heading for his own.

He might be tired but never enough to not spend time with you.

He loves to cuddle you while you both watch Hell’s Kitchen, he loves the chaos and constant screaming and cursing. You may see it a little stressful but Swiss finds it extremely hilarious, with the arguing over stupid things, and Gordon Ramseys over the top cursing- it’s perfect for cuddling! He will hold you tight in his arms, spooning you, the string lights loosely hung everywhere sets a low sleepy tone.

He wears a black T-shirt, his arms poking out perfect for your pleasurable eyes to enjoy. And of course he “asked” you to wear his sweatshirt because, it’s Swiss-you must have his scent. His tail flicks lazily from the cozy blankets to the rise between them and your body’s. Sometimes he might curl it up your leg, maybe to your thigh, possibly to between your thighs and rub the softening heat- depends on the mood. Swiss purrs like a cat when you love on him. Behind ear and back scratches, rubbing his strong chest or shoulders, maybe even playing with his tail-ears-and hair. In response you might feel something poking your back a little, but that doesn’t matter does it?

A little soft grin as the multi ghoul squeezes you more, forgetting how unusual strong he is. The rain against the window sets flowing liquid shadows across the wall, the red and blue low lights faintly shining. You can’t tell me Swiss doesn’t have like 3 or 5 salt lamps, big, small, outlit plug ins. He likes to cover them in Egyptian musk scented oils as he rubs your thighs and sides lovingly as he switches his focus between your sleepy dozing form and the exciting sensation on the screen.

So he decides to ignore the fight and flop himself over you, earning a squeak. Swiss snakes his hand up your leg and down your thighs again, sliding it to rub over your underwear slightly like a ghost, but not enough pressure to start anything, but enough to tell you the message. His fangs poke out from his big smile, giggling at your playful face. And of course, you decide to chose the most vile and criminal act ever and attack the ghoul with harsh tickles.

“No! No!” He screams, louder than anything in night.

Manic laughs and a shaking bed might give off the wrong idea to neighboring ghoul, but the tickle fight was far from over. You end up on top of him only for him to finally give up and let you win, soon enough you have to let the man catch a breathe from the tourture.

But the restful moment is broken up as the ghoul turns your hovering form to under him, swapping your positions.

“Mhm, I think I like this position better.” The ghoul whispers into your ear, nipping at it softly, almost drooling at the thought of you.

All reblogs, likes and feedback is greatly appreciated! Requests are open for smut and fluff for the band ghost, go look at who and what i write for! 💕🦇💕

[invested-in-your-future]

It's truly amazing how anyone can genuinely believe that the malarkey that is RWBY v4-9 was planned from the beginning.

Eh, depends on which parts.

As one watches the milesWBY volumes, it's pretty apparent which parts of the story beats feel like "intended" bullet points and which ones are stuff they just filled up with random nonsense.

Like, obviously all the brother gods and relics and vaults are one hundred percent Miles absurdity. Likewise, nobody can convince me that they always intended Atlas to fly, especially with how WOR very explicitly portrays it as just another city in a better location.

But there's a lot of stuff that feels pretty obviously like something that was always going to happen - like Yang and Blake having to face Adam or Ironwood cracking under the pressure of the world on his shoulders.

Now, at the core, there's nothing wrong with adding elements to your story as you go - most writers do that.

The issue however is no matter if the plotlines are new or planned, execution is just a mess.

As an example - okay Yang and Blake are obviously going to have to face Adam at the end of their respective arcs as they figure out their things so...where are the arcs leading to it?

Where's the buildup, the development, the progression? Where are Yang and Blake dealing with their issues and then with the issues between them? Where's Adam's descent into nonsense as his power(the thing he would care about) is taken from him till he snaps?? It's not there.

So the final big face-off against the man who scarred them with tragedy lands with the gravitas and pizazz of a wet thud - it's an after-though, a "side quest" that just randomly pops up while the rest of the nonsense in that Volume is happening.

Likewise I do believe they had like bulletpoint that says "Team RWBY mistrusts Ozpin because he shady" or something

So the big build up of moral ambiguity ends up with Ozpin literally doing nothing and then everyone deciding he betrayed them or manipulated them. Where's the build up? Where's the actual REASONS to doubt Ozpin? Not there.

So the crucial moment of everyone rejecting Ozpin's nonsense ends up with a stupid stand off where everyone is mad about birds and the idea that Salem is undefeatable (when Grimm have been the threat for centuries and everyone SHOULD BY DEFAULT assume it can't be "stopped" and is just part of the world, helloooooooo?)

It's one of the reasons I DO believe parts of the story WERE pre-planned - because it's like the writers are doing their own annoying gods stuff and THEN suddenly remember that "oh right this plotpoint needs to happen sometime here" - so whoop dee doo Ironwood suddenly switches personalities without build-up and the like.

The jarring switches between something that HAS to happen versus just random padding are what tell me that there were specific plotpoints that maybe always were intended to happen - Neo would obviously have Wonderland allusions and stalk Ruby, Ironwood would obviously crack in a morally ambiguous way, Adam would obviously get defeated - but the writing staff simply have absolutely zero capability(OR interest) to build up to those plot points

They just happen, alongside all the completely milquetoast brother gods fanfic stuff.

It's like the writing team has vague bullet points of what has to happen but no idea or interest in building up to them because they are way too in love with their brother gods and relics nonsense. And in turn, the good plot points suffer and end up completely anticlimactic or a complete mess.

[thrawns-babygirl]

Spicy Crosshair HC's

Some random thots I had that I wanted to subject the internet to. I proofread these but let me know if anything doesn't make sense. As usual 18+ Minors DNI!!! let me know what you think and send some asks or messages if there is anything that you wanna read. I'm just screaming into the void at this point because I'm violently horny for fictional men

Warnings: Overstimulation, Praise Kink, Degradation Kink, Weapons Kink, Dom/Sub, Pain Play. I tired to keep it entirely GN so let me know if I slipped up at all.

This first one is basically not even a headcanon its just canon, I think we can all agree that Cross has an oral fixation. He LOVES going down on you. Time and location don’t matter if he can get on his knees for you he absolutely will. Also loves sucking on your nipples or fingers as well, anything he can get his mouth on.

Hardcore Dom Crosshair is hot af, but what about bratty switch Crosshair you have to wrestle submission from? It’s not an all the time thing, and he definitely prefers being the dom in the bedroom, but every now and then he will let you take the reins after making you fight for them and absolutely destroy him until he’s a panting mess on his bunk.

While he’s on top, he absolutely has a praise kink. Hearing how well his cock makes you feel is a drug to him that he cant get enough of. Knowing that he’s the one making you feel so good, pulling all those sounds from you while his hips piston you into next week has him hurling towards his end faster than he would ever admit. When he’s on the bottom however? Absolutely adores being called horrid names. He’s a little slut and he knows it, and he LOVES being reminded of that fact.

Specifics:

Overstimulation: This man absolutely has a superiority/competency complex and will take any chance he gets to remind you of that fact by making you cum more times than you’re physically able to. Gruff whispers of “come on you can give me one more, can’t you?” and “That’s it no one else’s cock can make you feel this good can they? Come on answer me” accompany the drag of his length through your walls. He however, also adores being overstimulated by you. Watching you gag on his cock after he’s already spilled in your mouth while the line between pain and pleasure is blurring is a massive turn on for him.

Masochism: On that note, he loves a bit of pain play. From your nails raking across his scalp or down his back in an intense session, to impact play while he’s the sub for the night, pain makes his cock impossibly harder. Sometimes while you’re seated on top of him you can dig your nails into his chest and feel his cock twitch and throb inside you as you run your nails down his chest leaving thin red lines in their wake.

Weapons/Gun Kink: The most important possession he owns, literally means the difference between life and death for his squad out on the field, its his calling in life, the reason he was created. So watching you get off with it? Grinding on the barrel or having it inside you is a sight he can’t get enough of.  

Praise Kink/Degradation Kink: Depending on his mood or the scene, this man either wants to be praised for his magnificent cock and performance or he wants to be told he’s good for nothing other than his cock messing up your insides. It’s a bit of a coin flip on any given day, but a good mix of the two sends him into another dimension of pleasure. He wants to be your perfect living dildo.

[dddomenstarstwst]

I CANT STOP THINKING ABT VIRGIN KAORU SEND HELP 😭

can i req something for kaoru?? like domming kaoru and being rlly degrading, and kaoru is like "this is what they say in all the pornos and stuff so i should be fine" but hes like crying and getting rlly red?

and reader noticing kaorus behavior and switching to praise and then kaoru getting rlly rlly turned on !! aka kaoru and reader learning that kaoru has a praise kink 😌 the learning curve for virgin kaoru is so hawt

OH MY GOD YEEEES HE DOES HAVE A SECRET UNDISCOVERED PRAISE KINK 😭😭 let me serve ya a delicious plate of an absolute snack that is virgin kaoru with a sprinkle of fluff!!

➜ Poor virgin boy

Character: Kaoru Hakaze

Genre: Smut

Warnings: Dom!gn!reader, virgin!Kaoru, sub!Kaoru, degradation, praise kink, overstimulation

Word count: 1069

Kaoru sits on the edge of your bed, waiting for you to return from the bathroom. His hands tremble slightly, panic washing over his body. He never thought having sex would be this nerve-wracking.

Sure, he watched porn a lot and always imagined his first time to be something like in those videos. But the thing is, nobody knew he was a virgin. Everyone he met just considered Kaoru experienced because of his confident aura.

And Hakaze liked that, he liked to be dependent on by his juniors. They came up to him with questions about dating and sex, to which he always came up with answers he read in some magazines or saw in said porn videos.

However, when he started dating you, all his confidence disappeared somewhere, transforming into nervous laughs and uncertain touches. You always had to guide him to make moves, which planted a seed of doubt in your mind.

Was Kaoru a virgin?

You never asked him directly, thinking it might hurt his ego, but the question swirled in your head every time you saw your boyfriend. So, you came up with a great plan on cracking this curious case. All you had to do was to have sex and the answer would reveal itself.

So that's how you ended up asking Kaoru on a sleepover, to which he happily agreed. You entered your room, noticing your boyfriend's nervous gaze on you.

"I thought you'd be naked by the time i get back," you smile as he widens his eyes. Kaoru mentally slapped himself, he was supposed to be "experienced" and that means knowing what to do all the time, right?

"Uh.. I thought it would be nice if we undressed each other, yeah!" Good save, Hakaze, good save. You tilt your head to the side, humming in response, "So, uh... Come here?"

"Hm, no, i wanna play by my rules tonight," your boyfriend blinks, his hand rubbing on his neck. He squeaks as you quickly make your way to his side, pulling his shirt off. Kaoru gulps, suddenly feeling exposed.

You press a hand to his chest, giving him a signal to lay down, as he does. You sit between his legs, unbuttoning his belt and pulling down pants Kaoru was wearing. Now, left in only his underwear, your boyfriend looked redder than you ever seen him. A smirk creeped to your mouth.

"So tell me, baby," you coo as your hand comes up to his clothed cock, rubbing slowly, "are you a virgin?" The question stumbles Hakaze and he looked down at you. His eyes flutter shut when you squeeze the base, a dark spot forming on his underwear.

"Fufu, poor virgin boy. How long have you planned to keep this from me, hm? Do your teammates know about this? About the fact that you're a virgin, despite being such a play boy?" You bite his thigh and Kaoru throws his head back.

"U-uh.. Promise, you won't laugh!" Kaoru looks away and then nods, fingers grabbing at the sheets. You press your cheek against his thigh, a mean look in your eyes. You pull his undergarments down and free his dick.

It feels strange. He clearly remembers multiple times when he heard porn actors calling each other mean things, and he thought it was fine. Just something that's considered normal, he guessed. But why does it feel so weird when you do that?

When he finally calms down, he looks at you guiltily. "Sorry.. I know they do that in porn and stuff, but when you called me all those mean things it felt so real, like... Like you hate me, I'm sorry," you coo at him, petting his hair.

"Say, Kaoru," you start, tightening your grip on his tip, "what's it like being a pathetic virgin giving love advice to your friends, hm?" You continue, slowly opening your eyes and looking at your boyfriend. Your eyes bulge when you see in what state he's in: tears running down his cheeks as he shakes his head, eyes shut and face red.

You contemplate on what to do. Have you gone too far with your teasing? You quickly move close to his face, hands gently wiping his tears. "Oh my god, baby, I'm so sorry! Was it too much?" He clings to you, gasping for air. You try your best to calm him, rubbing comforting circles on his skin.

"I should be apologizing to you, baby, I didn't mean any of what I said, okay? You know that I love you, and the fact that you're a virgin doesn't mean anything. You're still my good boy, right?" Kaoru shifted slightly, pink covering his cheeks and his dick twitching. Oh~

You bring your hand down to his abandoned cock and give it an experimental stroke. When Kaoru moans, you continue to stroke him. "You like it when I call you my good boy, huh? Hehe, so that's what you're into, honey?"

"Don't know.. But it feels– hah– good!" Hakaze squeezes your hand, whimpering when you pump his tip. You whisper praises in his ear, jerking him faster. His legs close, but you spread them, giving him a warning, "S-sorry! Mmh so good, fuck! Please, I'm gonna–"

His back arches as he cums, uncontrollable moans echoing in the room. You brush hair out of his face, and note how absolutely fucked out his expression is. Kaoru whines when your hand doesn't stop, he begs you to slow down or he'll pass out. Drama queen.

You bring him to his second orgasm, watching his hips rut in your hand. His thighs tensed up, knuckles became white because of how hard he was grabbing on your wrist.

"Good boy, Kaoru! I'm so proud of you, it's your first time doing it with someone else and you're taking it so well! My precious boyfriend, mine only, hm?" He screams your name when you pump him faster, "Come on, baby, you have to answer me."

"Wh– Y-yes! Hah, I'm– yours, your good b-boy!" His toes curl when he feels a third orgasm approaching, "C-Cumming!" You help him through his orgasm, stopping when he shakes his head rapidly.

"That's a good boy! Now let me help you clean up, yeah?" You start making your way to the door to grab some supplies, but he stops you by grabbing your hand, "What is it, baby?"

"Thank you..."

"Always, my love!"

[will-isonpills420]

KEEGAN X MALE READER

WARNINGS: NSFW, gay sex, overstim, jerking off, slight degradation

"Awwe, such a pretty fucking mess for me. You having fun?" Keegan asks when he walks in on you, leaking cock in hand, stroking like your life depended on it.

You pause, expecting him to be mad or punish you, but instead he just chuckles and sits at the foot of the bed, hard cock straining in his pants.

"Finish what you started pretty boy," he coos, watching you immediately continue your strokes, so close to coming.

Your cock twitches in your hands, one more stroke and you'll finish. You release all over your hand, the coil in your stomach untightening.

"Nuh uh, keep it going baby boy, or do i need to take over for you?" he questions teasingly, knowing you couldn't overstimulate yourself without his help.

"For me," you manage, pretty little legs all splayed out for him, allowing him in between them as he takes your cock in his hand, jerking at a fast pace that makes you whimper into his shoulder.

"Eyes on me pretty slut, you wanted to be naughty you can deal with the consequences," he says sternly, forcing you to look at him with those teary eyes, quivering from the overstimulation.

You let out a sharp gasp as you feel his finger tracing your hole, dipping in and out teasingly.

"Too much," you whine, but it just makes him speed up his motion on your throbbing cock while your hips buck in a weak attempt to escape.

"Take it, I know you can baby," he orders softly, switching between degrading you and praising you, knowing how it drove you crazy.

He jerks you more, feeling you unraveling in his hand, coming all over it. But he doesn't stop, no, that would be way too easy.

"Such a pretty little mess for me, my little prince is all teary eyes and wet," he coos as he continues to overstimulate you, leaving you whimpering and whining.

"Can't take it 'more, s' good," you whimper, drunk on the feeling of his hand squeezing and milking you, stuck between begging him to stop and begging him for more.

"You can take it, come on baby just one more," he soothes, but you know its a lie, and he knows it too.

He loves seeing the look on your face when he doesn't stop going, right when you try to relax and its immediately ruined by the way his hand turns you into a slut for him, unable to resist how he strokes the tip to get you high.

"Such a good fucking boy, mmm," he purrs, watching the tears form in your eyes, your hips fucking into his hand despite the overwhelming feelings.

"Too good," you whimper, right before you come for the fourth time.

That's when the sobbing starts, the little cries escaping your lips while he just keeps going, obsessed with the way your voice kept getting louder, whimpers turning into loud gasps and whines.

"Mm, such a good little boy," he murmurs, finally stopping his abuse of your poor throbbing cock, just to fill you up with his thick dick, making you cry out from the stretch. You didn't even realize he took off his pants.

"So fucking pretty, taking my cock up the ass, such a good fucking boy," he groans, thrusting into you just to hear your whimpers.

It doesn't take long before your cock drunk, squeezing around him, your hole taking him greedily, swallowing him up.

You cry out as he fucks you, head swimming as your climax builds again, sobbing and nearly screaming from the pleasure.

"Too much sir!" You whimper, the sir slipping naturally.

"I know I know baby, just one more and we can stop," he purrs, knowing damn well he wasn't going to.

You climax hard, crying and whining as your back arches and you squeeze around his cock, pulling out his climax as he fills you up, fucking his seed back into you so he can hear the wet noises it makes.

"Keegan! Can't do it," you whimper, sobbing and took fucked out to think.

"Shhhh, just one more," he whispers, lying to you in such a convincing way, and you allow him to fuck you through it, loving the way he takes what he wants.

Loving the way he takes you.

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I NEED THIS MAN IN A WAY THAT IS CONCERNING TO MY THERAPIST :D

This is my first time writing something like this on tumblr so its not that good, also idrk how to use tumblr :)

[mlmmetalhead]

um can we get some more dom!bottom!eddie munson head cannons please?

Eddie Munson NSFW headcanons pt. 2

Sub!Top!Male reader

I'm not ashamed of writing this anymore

The only thing you can ask me for anytime

Part one.

Part three

Part four

WOMEN DNI

Shoutout to this song for bringing me energy needed to write this:

He can be very different when domming, depending on his mood a lot.

As mentioned previously, he'll be paying you back for whatever you've done when you've been in charge.

It also depends on how much time you two have.

Even if he's leaning on more of the masochistic end of the spectrum, the way you sometimes just beg to fuck him gets some hidden desires of his going.

As mentioned in the last part, enjoys cuffing you to the bed and riding you.

What is NOT mentioned in the last part, is that he'll be a cocky shit about it.

"Ask nicely, and you shall receive."

While you can't do anything about it, but just... Ask nicely, which in his context means beg with nearly tears in your eyes, while rutting into his exposed hips.

And you receive, oddly enough.

If him being extremely loud wasn't enough before, now, you can't do anything about it, and he knows it, using it for teasing, practically shouting something along the lines of:

"Ohh my god, Y/N it's so big inside of me, you feel so good..."

Knowing full well it both: annoys you and gets you going.

Whenever you're not tied up, it's like a constant fight between you two, both: with words and actions.

You end up switching positions several times per session, and it would look like an actual fight for someone not involved. But no one's involved but you two.

Whenever he's domming in a bad mood, he's always putting some force in it, no matter what position are you two in.

If you're fucking him in a classic missionary, he'll force you to move faster with his hands and/or legs, either pulling on your shirt and shoulders, or pulling you closer with the force of his legs.

If he's riding you, you won't be given any mercy, as he goes at an inhuman speed, as if milking you.

I just hc that he lets out anger and frustration through rough physical actions, hence rough sex.

I also mentioned him having a hair pulling kink on both sides, so...

That does occur a lot in your sessions, and it once again depends on his mood and intensions.

Because sometimes, he'll just gently tangle his fingers in your hair, ruffling them up and slightly pulling you down to kiss you.

And sometimes, his hands will force their way into your locks, desperately clinging at them, shoving your head up to have Eddie eagerly smash your lips together, or whisper something dirty in your ear.

"Good god I love the feeling of you filling me to the brim."

The difference between when he does dirty talk while subbing and domming, is that if the first case has him say these things all breathy and messed up, while he's in control, he's far more concentrated and calm, which makes your stomach turn.

Enjoys making you watch as he seductively licks off your cum off of your stomach after you finish. He's making eye contact the whole time, a faint smile on his lips.

In the end, it's a little rare for you two to know who's taking which role, upon starting to get heated together, a lot of the times, it's all deciding in the process.

[navy-leader]

Little question: How do you see the relationship between the four Hollow Heads?

A little complicated ! in the fewest words possible

I like to switch up my headcanons for these guys cause theyre just fun to play with and different relationship statuses give a different perception to their interactions but the one(s) ive been mostly going off of is:

- They are not siblings, and the only thing in common in anything of similar regard is being made from the same creator

- They have a weird intrinsic connection with eachother, i like to call it soulmates but its not the same way as youd think. They take on features of the other(s), which ive shown visually through their eye colors

- Weird reincarnation bullshit atla style but not exactly because noone is dead for realsies. I think i best explained it in this post, however with the added addition that victim is NOT DEAD..so we just dunno whats going on orz

Now onto the specific pairings:

- Im a big fan of chodark so youd often see me draw em in a more romantic way, but i like em in whatever form they come in, the important thing is theyre fucked up together. They are crazy codependent, being the only company eachother have for like?? 8 years?? They drive eachother crazy and fight tons but theyre all they have so they still cherish their bond. Communcation skills 0. Dark is a lot more peppy about life, while Chosen's taken to sulking more often than not but he tries to cheer up for Dark's sake. They both have their problems, Dark still tries to attack Chosen on a regular basis because of his coding, and Chosen has been trying to recover from everything that happened from noogai's pc, they try to make it work 👍

- Countering the first point on this response,,, i like Chosen and Victim as twins,, i feel it adds a layer to their (what could be) relationship, sharing the same face, same woes with their origins, but turning out sososo different but still The Same. Makes me feel some typa way

- Victim and Second are sooooo special to me, i hope they interact in future episodes;;;; The first creation all jaded and wrathful about its creator, and rightfully so! Having been given the worst end of the stick while the other, the latest creation, young and hopeful, treated the best out of all his predecessors and given Everything that they never gotten. Victim is mad salty about all that and hugely envious, but hes more on exacting his revenge on noogai and making Second watch. In another world they couldve been friends, animating/drawing buddies perhaps...

- Chosen and Second ! Weve already seen what their dynamic is (or atleast in that specific situation) so ive not added more to it. Honestly been treating their relationship as a rebound from chodark,,,,,,, Yakno chosen just got out of the house to actually talk to other people other than Dark, finds a nice sunshiney stick to his dark and gloomy demeanor and things are good ! Their relationship could be something really special if they were to find themselves in a different situation than the one theyre in;;;

- I honestly do Not know what Victim and Dark would be like together other than the crackship of "evil girls who make out with eachother as their exes watch" but yakno ! Hollowhead Whore Saturday. Honestly it depends on what kinda villain victim is and how dark is like after getting her ass handed to her

- Weve seen Second and Dark but other than that i think if Dark were alive and got to hang out with the others and Second, she would be scared shitless of Second or Dark would act as a high and mighty bastard and Second gets a bit pissed off about her attitude at some point

This got a bit long but hrhrghrheh the hollowheads r so special to me,,,the one common thing about them is originating form the same creator and they all turned out so different and yet they have so many similarities between eachother hrhrgrhrggrhhrhr

[starriwonderland]

Hello my dear! I end up seeing your new blog and I truly hope you have sucess on Tumblr! Anyways, I would like to know if I could request headcanons of Cater, Vil and Trey conforting a male!S/O who is just so burned out from the school? Bonus points if there is some cuddling envolved!

I wish the best for you, sweetie! I am so happy to see more writers around here! 💜

Genre(s): Comfort, fluff, romance

Reader: Male

Warnings: mentions of burnout and breakdown.

Thank you so much! I still have a long way to go as a writer but I hope these headcanons even though it kinda turned into scenarios (sorry I couldn't help it) are tailored to your liking. Sorry it took so long I struggled writing Cater as I didn't want to portray him in a shallow way. Also I know my writing style is kinda wonky, since I keep accidentally switching between first and third person :,)

Anyways I hope you enjoy!

• I can imagine Cater has had his fair share of burnouts

• The way Cater would deal with this depends on how close you guys are in a relationship

• If you guys aren't deep in the relationship he might either let someone else deal with the matter and stand to the side Cater how could you?!

• On the other hand if you guys are in a close relationship he will listen to his boyfriend vent and even offer solutions to the problem

• You and Cater would have cuddle-to-de-stress sessions and it does BOTH of you good.

• Does his best to help with your studies but I can assure you he's not getting tangled in Ace and Deuce's shenanigans. (unless it makes for a great Magicam video.)

• Does check up on you from time to time and reminds you to take breaks. He doesn't like seeing you overwork yourself

"Come on Y/n!" One of Cater's clones grabbed your hand "We're supposed make sure that you aren't overworking yourself again." the h/c male would've protested, but the clones had taken care of everything before he could even lift a finger. Even though Cater's unique magic used quite an amount of power, he was willing to lighten Y/n's burden from to time. "Cater?" Y/n mumbled sleepily "What's up?" Cater rolled over to look at him. "Thank you" his voice trailed off at the end and soft snores could be heard. An affectionate smile adorned the orange haired man as he caressed his boyfriend's face. Yes it was worth it.

• Honestly at first Vil thinks that you've been staying up all night when he sees the bags under your eyes.

• Probably lectured you on why a full 8 hours of sleep was important for your well being

• The headmaster had been very demanding of you lately asking you to complete tasks that were next to impossible because "he's so kind".

• This wasn't the first time You had to call Vil to cancel your date because of attempting some other impossible duty to earn your stay in Twisted Wonderland. Vil was frustrated because he really tries to make time in his schedule for you two to bond.

Y/n was sitting on the chaise lounge in Vil's room with his head down as Vil stood in front of him. "Please look at me when I'm talking to you," Vil was the first to break the silence. The smaller male slowly lifted his head. Vil's tone didn't sound like one filled with anger but rather hurt. "Is there a reason why you've been avoiding me?" He sighed and waited for a response but all y/n could do was repeatedly open their mouth while no sound came out. Vil was about to say something else when y/n they finally broke-down about everything. Vil was slightly taken a back by this reaction, but he did understand. It must've been stressful having to handle so many responsibilities that should be handled by the headmaster. "Come here potato," Vil pulled his boyfriend into a hug and dried Y/n's tears. Hugs from Vil are special since he rarely initiates physical contact. "I don't want you to feel like you have to shoulder everything alone." Vil watched y/n fall into a peaceful sleep while he were laying on his bed. He was gonna have a word or two with that crow in the morning.

• Trey would be the quickest to realize

• Lately you seemed tired and more busy than usual.

• There where upcoming tests for the semester, and the one braincell duo's antics weren't making things any easier.

• Regardless you couldn't find the motivation put anymore effort in.

• Trey took notice of this and pulled you aside to ask if everything was okay

• Magicless human or not he's not making the same mistake he did that contributed to Riddle's overblot.

• Trey listened as you told him you were feeling stressed and burned out from all that was going on in school.

"Alright," Trey said when you were finished speaking "I'll speak to Ace and Deuce next time I see them. As for your studies, we can hold study sessions. I think it would benefit the dorm." Trey got up from his seat and was headed to the kitchen, "But for now," he turned to y/n, "I'll make you you're favorite dessert!" Trey knew exactly how to cheer you up when you needed it the most. As Y/n was embraced in Trey's arms, he knew that even though everything wasn't perfect at the moment, he could rest assured it would get better.