#and Will absolutely melts and somehow starts to purr

[madangel19]

4. “Oh can you feel this?” 🙌🏼🙌🏼🙌🏼

Maybe with Swiss and a blushy shy Phantom?

~ @atmosghoul

This is absolutely fucking perfect for Phantom and Swiss @atmosghoul >:3

Warnings: Use of quintessence, hypnosis kink, thigh riding, start of oral sex, virgin!Phantom

Word Count: 1196

“Oh hey there, Buggy. What’s up?”

Phantom was surprisingly quiet as he walked into the ghoul den where Swiss was watching a movie alone. Swiss smiled over at him and chittered curiously when he noticed how the new ghoul looked at him nervously as if he wanted to ask him something. He had seen that look plenty of times before from his fellow pack members and siblings of sin. He was always more than happy to help them with whatever was troubling their poor minds.

Phantom chirped softly, clinging on to his tail as he looked from the movie and then back to him. 

“I…can’t sleep. I’ve been…thinking a lot about you and your…abilities…,” he trailed off, his cheeks turning an adorable light pink. 

Swiss’s smile grew as he beckoned the younger ghoul to join him on the couch. This was bound to happen sooner or later. Phantom had been too busy adjusting to the pack to have a moment alone with him like this.

“Do you want me to teach you how to use your abilities or do you want to relax?” Swiss asked once Phantom sat next to him. The ghoul was practically vibrating with restrained quintessence.

“I…I just want to relax…with you. Aurora talks a lot and she said spending time with you is amazing,” Phantom said, his cheeks turning even pinker as he gripped his tail. Fucking adorable.

“She’s absolutely right,” Swiss chuckled, his focus now on the younger ghoul. He kept looking down as if avoiding his gaze, but that would change very quickly. 

Swiss sniffed the air and smirked when he realized that there were no other scents from the rest of the pack members on him. He was somehow untouched by the others. Sunshine or Dewdrop would have gotten him by now. This was the perfect opportunity to fuck him first and rock his world.

“What do you want me to do, Buggy?” Swiss asked, planting a gentle hand on his shoulder while slowly reaching out to him with his quintessence. The younger ghoul’s shoulders slowly dropped as he sighed softly, looking over at him with a needy expression in his lavender eyes.

“Aurora said that…just kissing you…could make her feel high…Can you…kiss me?” Phantom asked, scooching closer to him. He let go of his tail and it moved on his own to wrap around Swiss’s tail. A rumbling purr filled the air as Swiss entwined his tail with Phantom’s keeping him close.

“Of course I can. Close your eyes,” Swiss ordered.

The younger ghoul did as he was told with a nervous chirp, his lips already puckered up. A part of Swiss wanted to slowly tease him and have him beg for it, but he would have time for that later. He was going to make him feel amazing. 

He reached out and palmed his cheek, his whole hand nearly enveloping the side of his head. Phantom immediately leaned into his touch with a soft purr, his face melting into a look of pure bliss.

“Your hand is warm,” he murmured, turning his head to kiss his palm and placing his hand over his. Swiss felt his heart skip a beat. Fuck, he was adorable and oh so trusting of him after just recently being summoned.

Swiss lightly brushed his thumb against Phantom’s soft lips, slowly prying his mouth open. The younger ghoul didn’t resist, his closed eyes twitching. He could feel the familiar pull of his quintessence drawing him in, but it wasn’t strong enough. He would have to get lots of practice from either him or Aether.

Swiss leaned in and kissed him. Phantom gasped softly before eagerly kissing him back. He tasted a lot like the sweet oranges that the church grew in their orchard. Simply delicious. Swiss deepened the kiss, pushing his tongue into Phantom’s mouth and tasting him even more. He concentrated on his power before filling Phantom’s lungs with the sweet smelling lavender smoke he used to arouse his partners. His free hand went to palm Phantom’s pants and he smiled into the kiss when he felt Phantom gasp as he grew hard under his touch. 

“Oh, can you feel this, Buggy?” Swiss cooed, blowing a heart-shaped cloud of smoke at him after pulling away from the kiss. 

Phantom giggled drunkenly, nodding his head. Making his partners stupid from just a kiss was always amusing. Even with his more stronger willed partners who claimed they could resist his smoke always ended up looking like adorable drunken fools who wanted him and only him until the effects wore off. 

“Rory was right,” Phantom murmured, leaning forward and nuzzling Swiss’s chest, his hands slowly kneading his stomach. 

“You want some more, Buggy? I can turn your whole brain off if you want,” Swiss suggested, caressing his horns and getting a delightful shudder from him. Phantom looked up at him with a dopey smile on his lips before crawling into his lap, straddling him.

“Yes.”

Swiss cocked an eyebrow at him. This was definitely the perfect time to tease him.

“How do you ask nicely, Bug?” He asked, gently taking his chin and lifting it with two fingers.

“Yes…please,” Phantom murmured, his eyes half-lidded and unfocused as if he took a hit off a bong. 

“What do you want me to do to you after I kiss you?” Swiss asked, his smile growing when Phantom whined softly. The younger ghoul was growing more desperate as he began grinding against his thigh. The poor thing was so hard now. He would help him out after he told him what he wanted.

“I…want you to take me to my room…and…and fuck me…please,” Phantom moaned, gripping Swiss’s shirt like his life depended on it. Such a needy little thing. Swiss was going to enjoy this more than anything.

“Good boy,” he purred, kissing him again and giving him everything. Phantom melted in his arms, giggling softly into the kiss. 

Moments passed and Swiss pulled away from the kiss to admire his work. Phantom blinked slowly at him, looking all the more drunken and aroused as he smiled back at him.

“Let’s get you to your room now, Buggy. We have a long night together,” Swiss said, standing up. He paused when Phantom grabbed his hand, preventing him from moving away. He chittered curiously, looking back at the younger ghoul. 

“I changed my…mind…I…don’t wanna move. Can we fuck here…please?” He stammered before sitting back on the couch. He was already attempting to unbutton his pants, but the poor thing was obviously struggling with them. 

Swiss purred and quickly moved to kneel between Phantom’s legs, caressing his thighs and feeling his muscles relax under his touch. Even when kneeling, he still towered over the smaller ghoul. He was going to turn him into putty just like he did with Aurora.

“Of course we can, Buggy,” he whispered as he began unbuttoning his pants and pulling them off, freeing his hard cock. He chittered softly as he lightly touched it, making Phantom moan. 

“You ready, Bug?” Swiss asked.

Phantom nodded eagerly and Swiss’s smile grew even more as he inched closer to his cock, his lips nearly on it.

“Use your words, little buddy.”

“I…I am.”

“Good boy.”

#the band ghost #ghost band #ghost bc #nameless ghouls #swiss ghoul #phantom ghoul #swiss x phantom #fanfiction #ghost fanfiction

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

Hi its me again, you've awoken a temporary fluff generator within me, so take another brainrot/prompt/request (I don't know what to dub these haha)

Running our fingers along Legacy's shoulder blades - actually, his back as a whole. Just imagine sitting up there, gently feeling along each curve and point as we slowly go from neck to tailbone. Maybe massaging out any kinks or cramps (can he get those? well, he can now!) that have been resting there for Archons-know how long... Oh, maybe some parts are actually sharp, so he worries for our safety a bit, but we manage to assure him just so he allows us up there. (Also, you can't convince me that we don't have to climb in some way to get up there)

yessss YESSSSSS keep thinking about Foul Legacy fluff!!!! keep going!!!! :DD

you're absolutely right about the cramps part- Childe's not used to being pampered or loved, even less so in his Foul Legacy form, so he has all sorts of knots back there!! if this is soon after you take him in, he's really not expecting you to want to be close to him since he sees himself as a hideous monster, and gets very confused when you start soothingly trailing your fingers up and down his back. it's a very slow process of getting him to relax since he's always so tense, and eventually you're holding a softly purring Foul Legacy who's leaning his head gently against your shoulder so he doesn't hurt you

and then you press on one of the cramps in his back and he melts

any type of massage is sure to get Foul Legacy to flop over into your lap, letting out little blissful chirps and coos as you work out all the knots he has- some of them have been there so long he didn't even notice them!! if somehow he's still sitting upright by the time you reach the higher parts, you convince him to let you climb and sit on his shoulder and continue. he's so worried, since his body is made for battle and not for snuggling, and constantly has a hand on your leg so you don't slip. but his worries are immediately washed away when you press on another cramp, his wings happily shivering and fluttering outwards, and all this pampering is guaranteed to make him sleepy!!! so afterwards you have a very drowsy, happy Childe in your arms, snuggling and tugging you down so you take a nap with him since he hasn't felt this relaxed in ages. he'll nudge his face into the crook of your neck with a sleepy purr, fluff all poofed up and so tempting to bury your hands into, and he'll even give you tired little licks before finally dozing off

of course when he wakes up he's so embarrassed about being that affectionate, whining and hiding his face in his claws, but you just start scritching under his chin and the purrs start right up again!!

#genshin impact #childe #tartaglia #foul legacy #foul legacy childe #genshin tartagalia #genshin childe #genshin tartaglia #chit chat #foul legacy melting whenever you pamper him nodnod #poor childe feels like he doesn't deserve pampering so you have to show him otherwise!!!! #the first time you massage the cramps he genuinely freezes and falls over because it feels so nice #will plop his head in your lap so you can keep massaging!!! #short scenario #other's stuff

[glazelilyy]

Hi! May I request alatus nemeseos + sun spot? Thank you and I hope you have a great day!

request - alatus nemeseos (xiao) + sunspot (adapting each other's little habits) x gn!reader

warnings - food mention, possible ooc xiao (i wanted to make him soft shhshh)

a/n - i find myself always coming back to xiao since he was one of the first five stars i mained and i absolutely adore him to pieces hehe, and this req is so cute!! i hope you enjoy it! :D

participate here!

silence. solitude. solemnity.

these were a few words that came to mind when you thought of the solitary, ethereal man who sat on the railing of the inn's balcony with his chin on his knee and a leg dangling in the wind. he seemed much like a qingxin blooming high up on a cliff whose petals ruffled in the high breeze of midnight: far from reach yet visible enough to marvel in its beauty and bask in its sweet smell.

verr goldett had mentioned once in passing that his tongue favored sweetness—especially the sugary, melting flavor found embedded in bites of almond tofu.

so you went one evening, heart leaping in the ridged walls of your throat as you approached his usual spot with a plate of almond tofu gripped in your clammy hands.

his ichor eyes roved over you not unlike how you've seen millelith examine treasure hoarders: guarded, scrutinizing. nonetheless, he took the plate from you with a quiet gratitude and you watched from afar how his eyes fluttered at the sweetness of the dish and the candies you had placed around the rim of the plate.

you continued this routine until eventually one day he asked, "where is yours?" as you handed the plate to him. convinced, you asked smiley yanxiao to hand you a plate and felt your heart skip for joy in your chest, content just to be beside the young man who seemed to push away all of the world around him.

eventually you learned of him not just as the mysterious, handsome stranger on the balcony with a penchant for sweets and solitude, but as the revered yaksha, xiao. he referred to you as "mortal" no matter how much you tried to get him to parrot your name and scoffed at the crowns of silk flowers that you'd weave for him yet voice no objections when you placed them over top his soft, silky locks. eventually he repeated your name back to you, but it was under a full moon and uttered in the same line as a promise of devotion while his eyes consumed you wholly with feverish affection.

somehow you managed to tip toe around each other until eventually you slid your hand into his and it fit, albeit with its imperfections, and yet to you it felt no less than perfect.

along your path together, you found his eyes softening more and his fingers fumbling to match yours as you showed him how to weave delicate flowers into jewelry of all sorts. and just as the flowers weaved through each other, so you and he intertwined and became tangled in each other.

xiao held his chopsticks particularly, and though you often used to lightly tease him for such an unorthodox method, you found that your hands had one day had shifted so that now you also held your chopsticks in the same, weird manner that he did.

"i recall you saying that i held my chopsticks weird," it was impossible for him to hide the sliver of a smile on his face, "but it appears i'm not the only weird one here."

he often stretched like a cat; arms reaching up high and shoulder blades creasing and kissing in the middle before returning back to normal. a purring noise sometimes escaped past his throat, and you found yourself doing the same after a long days' work at the inn. "it seems you've been spending a lot of time around xiao." verr goldett giggled with a knowing look when seeing you with your fingertips to the sky, shoulder blades creasing and kissing in the middle and hearing the purr-like noise escape from your lips.

you soon noticed that the infamously reclusive yaksha slowly started to emerge from his cocoon. he caught you once singing a lovely tune to a bird that had perched itself on the railing, and not even a day later had you returned to the same spot and found him humming the same tune to a group of small, brown birds—one perched on his finger. he smiled just as you did but with a mirth found only within himself, and you smiled from afar.

before, xiao would pay little to no attention to the flowers he came across. after meeting you, however, and experiencing what softness and tenderness could be, he looked at flowers and felt your hands showing him to weave; saw your smile when he sat pliantly and let you dress him in silk flowers and qingxins. his duties long finished, he sat in the field of flowers and picked as many as he could, eager to return back to the balcony where you'd be singing birdsongs of homecoming and where his fingers would weave dainty crowns of flowers to place on your head.

#5k/anni event. written in the stars #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #xiao x reader #xiao #xiao genshin impact #xiao genshin #xiao drabbles #xiao scenarios #xiao fluff #genshin impact fluff #genshin fluff #genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshin scenarios #xiao x you

[pikachu78109]

Hi!! Your writing is amazing! I was wondering if you would do HC’s for Leon and his Male S/O (or gender neutral whatever works best for you) trying to tame Leon’s inevitable quarantine mane. Leon’s hair is so long and fluffy as is so I can only imagine that her need help from his S/O during a quarantine lol. Again I love your writing so so much!!! 💕💕💕

((Aw, thank you so much! Somehow, I didn’t see this message on my mobile app until I jumped onto my desktop, which is odd to me. But, yeah, sorry for the delay!)

LEON X MALE S/O:  TANGLED MESS

- Quarantine hit Galar quite hard. Since it started, the Gym Challenge had to be put on hold and the Battle Tower wasn’t spared either. Most non-essential businesses had to reduce their hours, which made getting other necessities done a lot harder. Of course, for you and Leon, it wasn’t a problem. At first. You didn’t spot right away, but when you started to notice that your boyfriend’s mane was looking....shaggy, to say the least, that’s when you started to put two and two togther.

- Since the barber shop closes so frequently, you had to play the role as hairdresser. Of course, Leon doesn’t mind though; he loves it when you play with his hair. He adores how you give him relaxing head massages and how you brush his hair every morning because you are so gentle. Leon practically purrs and melts at your touch, so the idea of you being his personal friseur (hairdresser in German), why, he lit up!

- You knew exactly how to tame his wild mane. However, knowing where to start was the tricky part. Beginning with brushing, it was quite difficult given that Leon’s hair proved to be a feisty Tangela. You didn’t want to accidentally tug at Leon’s scalp, so you would have to be very delicate with your brush strokes in order to detangle the mess. Your poor hairbrush will be left traumatized...

-Now, cutting wise. You and Leon do not have the proper snips for this task. But, when there’s a will, there is a way. Or, simply, make do with what you already have. BE RESOURCEFUL!! Charizard would be looking at you two with a confused expression, but nevertheless finds your careful, meticulous way of cutting Leon’s hair amusing.

-During this process, Leon attempts to assure you that you’re doing a good job and that he isn’t going to be upset with any mistakes that you have made. He’s a quiet during all of this, because he respects your concentration. But, at the same time, he wants to make you laugh and ease your focused, stiff tension with light-hearted jokes and compliments.

-When you’re done cutting, you know that you may have slipped up in a few areas, but Leon doesn’t seem to pay no mind to it. He feels absolutely refreshed and jokes about the pile of hair that is on the floor. 

-Looking into the mirror, Leon is quite surprised. Elated more like. Despite a few hiccups here and there, he adores your handiwork and pays you back with endless compliments and kisses. His head feels much freer from that monstrous mane and you have successfully slayed that hair beast to free your prince <3

#pokemon swsh #pokemon leon #x male reader

[hypnoneghoul]

Mushy May Day 1. Bathtime - Swissraindrop

WC: 830

Dew, Swiss and Rain chilling in the bath, taking care of each other.

Read under the cut, or on AO3.

It was their routine for some time now.

Dew’s past connection with water, Rain and Swiss’ present one, and their affection for each other made shared baths a perfect relaxing activity.

This Sunday wasn’t any different. 

After dinner the three of them got to Rain’s old room, as it had the biggest bath. Swiss took care of preparing the water, sharing elements of his mates made sure the water wouldn’t be either too hot for Rain, nor too cold for Dew. The latter brought all their cosmetics - countless bottles of shampoos, conditioners, face washes, body gels and loofahs in three different colours. In the meantime Rain grabbed towels and pyjama sets for all of them.

Few preparations and they were settled in the warm water, a flowery scent of some mixed oils and bath salts rising above it. Swiss had his back to the back of the tub, Dew between his legs, his back to Swiss’ chest, and Rain glued to the multi ghouls’ side.

They sat like that, letting themself melt, the water and each others’ presence making it impossible to stay stiff. Soon enough Dew’s eyes slipped shut, and he started purring quietly.

“What’s that, doll?” Swiss chuckled.

“Leave him be,” Rain chastised him. “You’re gonna tell me you’re not comfy enough to let out a purr?”

“Didn’t say that, Raincloud,” he glanced at the ghoul by his side, and he did start purring immediately too. Rain just looked so comfortable, so blissful, and so pretty. 

Swiss could never take his eyes off of either one of his mates, but every time he somehow did, when he looked back at them he was swept off his feet once again. It’s like they grew more beautiful in a matter of seconds.

Rain chuckled, and joined in with his own melodic purr, turning the bathroom into a helicopter hangar. All of them had their eyes closed now, Swiss head fell to the side to rest his cheek against the top of the water ghouls’ head.

They didn’t know how much time has passed, and they absolutely didn’t care, but, as always, the water getting cold enough for Rain to start shivering slightly was a marker to get to the other part of their bathtime. Sure, Dew or even Swiss could warm up the water again, but there was no need, it wasn’t about staying in there as long as possible.

“Straighten up, doll,” Swiss nudged Dew softly, making the little ghoul grumble, but obey, Rain following. “Don’t nag, you know you love it.”

The water ghoul grabbed one of the many bottles stocked around the bath edges, shampoo, and handed it to Swiss, “C’mon, tilt your head back, Dew,” he wet Dew’s hair with his magic completely. 

“Now, there we go,” Swiss started working the shampoo into the golden strands, massaging his mate’s scalp, making him purr again, louder this time. After, Rain rinsed it out, and smoothed Dew’s hair with conditioner, clipping it in place on the nape of his neck. 

Dewdrop turned and moved to sit against the other side of the tub, grinning, watching as Rain took care of Swiss' hair, and then Swiss of Rain's, “What you staring at, baby?”

“You,” he answered. “Obviously. You’re both hot.”

“And?” Swiss encouraged.

“Mine,” Dew said proudly, his grin widening even more.

“Yours,” Rain agreed, a soft smile painted on his face.

“And you ours, bug,” Swiss chimed in, leaning closer to the fire ghoul to give him a quick kiss. Rain made an unhappy noise, deprived of attention for a few seconds.

He got it back soon enough, though he didn’t expect both Swiss and Dew to pounce on him together in that bathtub, and he ended up with his head barely above the water and warm lips all over his face.

“Love you both,” Rain breathed out after a few moments “But you gotta let me up, we can't sleep in here.”

“Why not?” Dew asked.

“Do not start this conversation,” Swiss laughed. “He’s, unfortunately, right, wanna go to bed.”

The fire ghoul didn’t protest much more, Swiss’ reminder of their comfy, fluffy nest and the vision of them all curled up in it together being enough of a motivation.

They finished up their remaining routine, Rain rinsed the conditioner out of Dew’s hair, then Swiss’ and finally his own. Swiss then grabbed a red loofah and Dew’s gel and started scrubbing his arms, Rain grabbing the brown one getting to Swiss’ back, while Dew worked over Rain’s leg with the blue one. Soon enough they were ready, Swiss dried everyone’s hair with his air and fire magic, and everyone stepped into their respective pyjama sets. 

They all acted and looked ridiculous, like some stupid teenagers in love from some stupid romantic comedy, but as long as they had each other, did that really matter?

It didn’t, so they eagerly moved to their now shared room, to do as they planned - snuggle up. 

Until next Sunday.

#swissraindrop #rain ghoul #swiss ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #fluff #fanfiction #mushy may #hypnone writes

[solace-seekers]

himbo Will but all things my cats have done pt 2

occasionally forgets how to open doors. struggles for a fat minute before nico has to come help him

when he wakes up he’ll stretch out his limbs but he’s way too big so he ends up pushing Nico off the bed half the time, he never learns how to stop

randomly will get an energy burst and suddenly nicos being woken up at 4 am because Wills running around the house and instead of Nico being able to convince Will to sleep, it turns into Will trying to convince Nico to go run outside with him

lays in the sunspots whenever they’re available. it will be heatstroke hot weather and Will tries to sit directly in the sun, even tho he himself can still get heatstroke

lays on top of nicos work all. the. time. nico will turn away for two seconds and when he turns back Will, who he could’ve sworn was on the opposite side of their home, is once again crumpling his papers

has a nasty habit of staring just beyond someone’s shoulder, as if seeing a figure behind them that they are not aware of. even nico isn’t sure what he’s looking at

whenever nico has to be gone for a fat minute, whenever he returns Will whines his heart out until nico picks him up for at least 10 minutes

i created a second part because i have had to get out of bed five times in the past hour because my cat has forgotten how to get out of a door. my door is open. yet he still scratches on the doorframe until i open it half way even though he could make it out just fine before. i am suffering

#Will is compared to a lanky cat so let him behave like one argument #nico buys Will the gamer headphones with cat ears on them <3 #and Will refuses to be wasteful so he has to wear them <3 #so just imagine Will streaming some random game because he’s bored and somehow built a community around him #and he has the stupid cat ears on #so nico comes over with his face off camera and just starts giving him head scratches #and Will absolutely melts and somehow starts to purr #and someone clips it #and Will cannot escape being called a catboy no matter how many explanations he gives #hoo #pjo #pjo/hoo #will solace #not hades (game) #nico di angelo #will solace headcannon

[timottea]

Oooh ooooh! Timmy imagines!! Can you write a super fluffy one about Timmy and y/n spending the night together for the first time!

hello!!! ofc you can, i'm trying to make a name for myself as the fluff connoisseur so this is right up my alley! i hope you like it

“ahhh can i please get you something to drink? a soda? coffee? water?”

timothée’s standing in the middle of his kitchen, looking incredibly lost for somebody who had moved into the apartment two years ago.

it’s endearing, damn it, everything he does is endearing, and you wish he would just cut it out. just stop being so cute all the damn time.

“i promise i’m fine,” you say for what must have been the twelfth time that evening.

you’re cosy amongst the blankets on his couch and look a hell of a lot more at home than he does. yet he’s making you nervous with all his pacing.

he just can’t sit still.

“are you absolutely sure? it’s no pr—”

“timmy i swear to god, if you say it’s no problem one more time i’ll give you a problem.”

“i’m sorry!” he laughs, yanks the hood of his hoodie up, spins on the spot so you can’t see his face. you die on the couch at the sight, and kind of just want to climb all over him — is that weird? that’s really weird.

it’s the first time you’re staying at his place and every little thing he does is so him and so domestic it makes butterflies erupt.

you escape the flurry of blankets he threw on top of you and shuffle over to him. one hand gingerly places itself on his shoulder, the other on his lower back, turning him to face you.

he’s pulling his lip between his teeth, green eyes meeting yours then looking at his feet.

“you’ve made us dinner—” you start.

“well i ordered us dinner, that’s no effort—”

“you’ve tidied your place—”

“it was fucking awful before you came—”

“you’ve given me all the blankets, you’ve even bought that candle i told you i liked months ago.”

he laughs nervously, somehow playing footsie standing up. “i just want you to feel at home — and the least i could do is get you a fucking drink.”

is he seriously still worried he’s not enough?

“i’m fine,” you laugh, “how many times do i need to say it? would a different language help? what is it in french?”

he giggles, hands moving to hide his face.

pulling him closer by the waist, you continue, “the only thing i’m missing…”

he turns ashen.

“...is you.”

“what do you mean?” his face, total confusion, makes you smile.

“you’ve been running around all night making everything perfect when all i really need is you. you literally have not stopped moving since i came over.”

he scrunches his face, raising his eyebrows apologetically as a preempt to an unnecessary apology.

“don’t,” you cut him off before he can even try. “there’s nothing to apologise for. now please come cuddle me?”

he grins, all bashful and gorgeous. you pull him towards his couch and flop down onto it. he falls onto you, sandwiching you between his body and the back of it, then gathers the blankets around you both.

“finally,” you sigh contently, immediately snuggling into his chest.

he laughs. it’s a quiet rumble against your ear that thrums through your body, all the way to your toes.

timothée’s hands, always so expressive, slip slowly under your sweater and rest against your skin.

“this okay?” he murmurs, thumbs stroking patterns over your waist.

you nod, hooking a leg over his to tether him to you, never too close, never enough. his heartbeat picks up at this and you grin, your own quickening as he runs his hands to your back, tucking you impossibly closer.

“i can’t believe we could have been doing this hours ago,” he hums.

“instead you were rearranging the table for the millionth time. and we ate the takeout over here instead.” you giggle, running a hand through his hair.

he almost purrs at your touch, hugging you tighter, melting into you.

“that reminds me, we still have dessert in the fridge if you want—”

“nuh uh, no moving,” you cut him off. “been denied cuddles for far too long.”

he laughs, rolling over and taking you with him. “gah, can’t reach fridge! must get ice cream!”

“movie instead?” you compromise, wrapping your legs around him not unlike a koala. he nuzzles your neck, making you laugh, and tucks his nose there.

you reach for the remote and flick to the dark knight. you can feel his smile against your skin and run your hands over his back as he leaves kisses along your neck.

“god, how are you real?” he says, green eyes blindingly sincere as they meet yours. you squirm under his gaze, burying your head back in his chest as the movie starts.

several hours and a trilogy later, your arm is numb and timothée’s dead weight is trapping you against the couch.

your attempt to stretch ends up elbowing him in the face and he groans awake, one hand holding his nose.

“oh god, baby i’m so sorry,” you rush out, your hand caressing his cheek as he blinks sleepily.

“if this is how you wake me up each morning i don’t want it,” he mumbles, playfully nuzzling his nose back against your neck.

you snicker, resting your hand in his hair, undeniable warmth spreading through you at his half asleep musings. you can picture it too, lazy mornings together, coaxing him awake with promises of bagels and kisses, even just kisses, two bodies nestled together under soft sheets, messy hair, warm skin.

you check the time on your phone, shocked to find it’s 02:47am.

“tim,” you murmur, hand tousling his hair. there’s no reply and his breathing is rhythmic and slow.

“timmy,” you try again, other hand sweeping under his hoodie, up his back. “baby, wake up.”

he shakes his head and damn it if it’s not the cutest thing you’ve ever seen.

“come on, we can’t sleep on your couch,” you whisper, fingers zigzagging over his skin.

“yeah we can, is comfy,” he yawns, raspy voice making you want to dive into him.

“baby, there’s more room in bed,” you point out. “more room for cuddles?”

he groans, stretching out to his fullest and almost tumbling off the couch. you stand up, amused as he curls back into the couch only to find nobody to cuddle.

“yn?” he asks, rubbing his eyes to find you standing in front of him. “that was cruel.”

he pouts and you roll your eyes, holding your hand out to drag him up. “come on, sleepyhead.”

he grumbles as he leads you to his bedroom, flicking off the lights as he goes. when he turns to face you, nerves erupt in your stomach. it makes no sense, really, you were fine on the couch, sharing his space, limbs intertwined, breathing his scent.

but now his scent is overwhelming. it swirls in the air as he pulls the bed sheets back. it’s woven into the very sheets themselves. it’s everywhere, and so much more intimate, and suddenly your breathing shallows and you stand awkwardly against his doorframe.

“baby?” timothée turns when you don’t follow, sitting down on the edge of his bed.

“sorry, sorry, it’s stupid,” you say, covering your cheeks with your hands.

he shakes his head, reaching out for you. you stand between his legs.

“it’s not,” he says.

“i just… suddenly feel nervous?” you bite your lip. somehow his sleepy eyes soften further at your admission and you move to sit beside him.

“it’s just a bed, it’s just sleep,” he says, headbutting your shoulder.

“i know but there’s all this pressure to be intimate—”

“my only job is to make you happy and comfortable,” timothée says so earnestly, so safely, you can’t believe how worked up you were.

the tension leaves your body and you’re left as tired as he looks. you run a finger over the smudges beneath his eyes, leaning closer to kiss him.

“thank you,” you whisper against his lips.

he kisses you again, soft and warm, and when you pull away the nerves have transformed back into butterflies.

“okay, we need sleep,” you say, watching his eyes flutter.

he hums, pulling you backwards to lie down beside him. “this okay?”

you nod, cuddling closer. his heartbeat picks up again when you trace your fingers over his chest. there’s a few minutes of shifting around and getting comfy, and it’s as timothée turns onto his side for the fifth time that he declares:

“fuck, now i can’t sleep.”

“you’re kidding. i had to practically drag you off the couch.”

“yeah but now i’m overtired.”

“are you a toddler?” you tease.

timothée huffs, rolling over to face the wall. you smirk a few moments later when his hands find their way back to your skin like a magnet.

“do you ever think about space?”

“you’ve got to be kidding me,” you groan, hiding your face in one of his pillows.

“no but hear me out, it’s so vast, and we’re so tiny, but that doesn’t mean we’re insignificant. and aliens, why do we never see them? maybe they’re really shy, or disgusted by us, or have huge superiority complexes.”

“please please shut up,” you nose at his neck, kissing just behind his ear sweetly.

“okay, but last thing. what if we’re the aliens?”

“timothée…” you whine, turning over as he spoons you.

“and that’s why we feel so alone? imagine if space had cliques, and earth is like the outcasts. because no other planet seems to have self destructive qualities.”

you make a noise, too tired for words now, as he rambles on about jupiter’s moons and civilization and whatever else goes on in that million miles an hour mind.

somewhere around the ten minute mark you tune out, blissfully close to sleep. he notices your muscles relax against him, and can’t help himself when he teases, just one more time:

“baby, are you sure i can’t get you something to drink?”

“i’m going to murder you.”

he grins as he holds you closer, one hand gently carding through your hair to send you to sleep.

#timothee chalamet #timothee x reader #timothee x you #timothee blurb #timothee imagine #timothee x y/n #timothee chalamet fic #timothee chalamet fanfic

[terato-storybook]

Game

c.w: GN reader, lime, cockwarming, biting.

You press your face into the crook of his shoulder for a moment before you turn, sliding the bridge of your nose slowly up his neck to nuzzle against his jaw. Endymion sighs, shifts, leans into your touch - but his hands keep working at the lump of clay on his workbench.

You plant feather-light kisses along his jawline and up to the corner of his mouth, before making your way back down his jaw, nibbling a bit as you go. A sharp intake of breath, and his fingers tighten on the tool he's using.

Back down his neck, this time trailing voracious kisses with a graze of teeth. When you make it to the swell of muscle at his shoulder, you bite gently. His hand drops from his project to squeeze your thigh, and you feel him twitch abruptly inside you.

"Keep working," you purr against him, with the faintest hint of a reprimand, or a warning, in your tone. His hand jumps away from your skin quickly, as if you'd burned him. He returns to his sculpting, hands suddenly less deft than they were a moment ago.

Your agonizing worship continues - now on the other side of his neck, mirroring your previous pattern. He reacts less, seemingly focused on the task in front of him, but you can feel him continuing to harden. You sink your teeth in a little deeper this time and you swear you feel him throb.

You both refuse to move your hips, because that's the game, but you do shift your torso against his, pressing close, before burying your face in his chest. You pepper kisses all over his torso - quick, slow, light, intense. Then a firm bite into pectoral muscle.

His breathing goes shallow. You turn to look, and his tools are trembling in his hands - adoration floods through you at the sight. You stretch upward again, arms wrapping tightly around his neck, and you lean forward to trail ardent kisses over the right side of his face. He melts into you, but somehow manages to keep working.

One peck on the end of his broad nose (his eyelids flutter adorably), and then you're shifting back to his jaw, this time nipping across it.

Suddenly, he turns his face to capture your mouth with his, proceeding to kiss you until you're breathless and feeling impatient. He's completely hard now, and the stretch of him, the fullness, is enticing you to start moving.

"New plan," you whisper against his lips, feeling absolutely drunk on him, "I'm gonna ride you in this chair. Let's see how much more of that you can get done before you come."

His response is a shuddering sigh followed by another soft kiss.

#Rune writes monsters #terato storybook #monster boyfriend #minotaur boyfriend #minotaur x reader #minotaur #exophilia #lemon #Feat. Endymion

[ohmyasmodeus]

𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 ♡

i wrote my soft asmo hcs as requested, and got addicted to writing about the boys being soft ! all the brothers just need love ♡ please enjoy, i had so much fun with this !

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

♡ 𝘭𝘶𝘤𝘪𝘧𝘦𝘳

✧  He’s not just touch starved, he’s touch starved. The avatar of pride doesn’t care for being vulnerable around others and doesn’t tend to notice just how affected he is by it until you show up. Even then, he initially rejects it, pulling away from any touches you offer because he wants to prove to himself that he’s better than that.

✧  But he’s not.

✧  Lucifer eventually begrudgingly accepts the touches, and is especially weak when you casually rest your hand on his arm in the middle of conversation. Normally, he would shrug off anyone else’s hands, but he lets you touch him any way you like when you’re alone together. He’s addicted to the warmth you give off when you two sit together to study, and might even lean into you unconsciously. Sit in his lap, kiss his head, any affection drives him crazy inside; just don’t mention it lest his pride takes over and ruins the moment.

✧  Lucifer doesn’t seek out your touch, if only to give off the guise of not needing it. Even in the most intimate moments, he waits for you to come to him, but it’s obvious to you how much he needs it. You savour the gentle smiles and the sweet affection he offers when you rub the tension out of his shoulders. He needs you to help him relax.

♡ 𝘮𝘢𝘮𝘮𝘰𝘯

✧  Mammon shamelessly craves your touch, but gets crazy flustered receiving it in any way. It’s obvious from the start that he likes the affection and knowing that you like it when he’s near. He always has to be touching you in some way— he has an arm tossed lazily around your shoulder, his knee bumping yours at the breakfast table, or his arm resting against yours on the desk during lessons.

✧  His favourites are when you cling to him. He likes being wrapped in your arms, or when you hug him from behind. Pull him into bed for a cuddle and he’ll never let you go, forcing you to stay in his arms. Comment on the way he blushes whenever you’re near and he’ll be burying his face in your hair while telling you to shut up.

✧  He doesn’t ever hesitate to ask you to touch him. His greed extends to you, and he’ll be pulling you close with a hand cradling the side of your face, making you promise that he’s the only one you’ll ever touch like this.

♡ 𝘭𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯

✧  This man has never been touched in his life. Leviathan is pretty convinced that the affection he wishes for is never going to happen, so when you get up close and personal, he rejects it out of fear at first. A human touching him? Gross.

✧  Don’t take his word for it. Just lean into him and put your hands on his chest and make him feel like a man, make him feel like he can protect you and he’ll be nervously putting his own arms around you while blushing furiously. Levi loves it when you run your hands through his hair and down his sides. Hold his hand while in front of his brothers and he’ll spontaneously combust. He doesn’t understand why you’re treating him this way, but he has no room to complain.

✧  When he wants affection, he’ll do things like try to hold your hand, but immediately backpedal and stutter out excuses when you catch him red handed. He can’t ever bring himself to admit that he wants you, but you give him a little confidence booster every time you grab his hand properly and call him your sweet boy.

♡ 𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘢𝘯

✧  Satan just isn’t the kind of demon to be touch starved. He seems pretty satisfied with what he has and has never really thought of craving affection, but when you come along… by god, he’s smitten. You touch his hair for the first time and he’s ready to purr like a kitten, even if he’s distastefully commenting on your audacity. He’s embarrassed by it. To him, it’s like tasting something you’ve never had before and realising that it’s the one thing you’ve been missing your entire life.

✧  He loves it when you do little things like fix his bow tie and neaten his hair. You see his cheeks flush pink when you rest your head on his chest. Rub his back or kiss his collarbones and he’s all yours. Satan learns to give the affection back as well, tracing patterns into your skin and just relishing in being able to be vulnerable with someone he cares so much for.

✧  In time, despite his lack of experience with tenderness, Satan is excellent at communicating his needs. It’s clear when he waits with open arms to cuddle with you, or extends a hand so he can hold yours. He asks clearly, and always makes sure you’re comfortable with what he wants.

♡ 𝘢𝘴𝘮𝘰𝘥𝘦𝘶𝘴

✧  Touch starved would be the wrong term. Asmodeus is no stranger to touch and receives all the touching he needs. If anything, he’s starved for genuine affection and tenderness. You attract him with the depth of your personality and how genuine you always seem, the way your touches are always so warm. Asmo takes all you offer.

✧  Much like Mammon, he’s somehow touching you at any given moment. He’s a fan of the more romantic gestures like walking together with his hand in your back pocket, and likes it when you have your hands on his waist or thighs. He loves it when you rest a hand on his thigh as you use the other to focus on doing schoolwork.

✧  Asking is all too easy; all Asmo has to do is tackle you into a hug or surprise you by pulling you close with an arm around your waist, sighing about how he’s wilting from the lack of attention you’re giving him. What a horrible fate, being ignored by your own lover… But all you have to do is kiss his cheek, and he smiles like he’s fallen in love with you all over again.

♡ 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘻𝘦𝘣𝘶𝘣

✧  Beel is a big teddy bear and thrives on affection from his brothers, so naturally, he’s the same with you when you come into the picture. He takes an instant liking towards you, your disposition absolutely magnetic to him. The physical affection is gradual, with Beel slowly settling into a routine of good morning hugs and looping arms with you.

✧  He loves hugs the best! Big bear hugs where you two squeeze each other half to death, but he also likes it when you stroke his jaw and cheeks with the back of your hand. It gives him the opportunity to kiss your fingers and smile.

✧  When Beel needs affection from you, he isn’t afraid to just grab you or pull you to his side. He’s a gentleman though, and tends to ask bluntly if you want him to hold your hand or pull you into his lap like he always does.

♡ 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘱𝘩𝘦𝘨𝘰𝘳

✧  After his isolation in the attic, Belphegor is as touch starved as Lucifer is, if not more. He isn’t sure if you would ever let him touch you again after the way he treated you— but that won’t stop him from trying to squeeze into couches with and get close to you. He craves your comfort so badly.

✧  Belphie is always weak for the kind of cuddling where the both of you just seem to envelope each other, legs tangled and arms wrapped around each other tight. Massage his scalp gently or stroke the back of his neck with your fingers and he’ll be shivering and melting in your arms. He often comments on how nice you smell.

✧  Asking for affection isn’t something he does verbally or straightforwardly. Instead, he gives you the most tender, yearning gaze, taking a lock of your hair to kiss as his gaze begs you for affection. When you two sit together, he’s inching his hand towards yours to rest his pinkie finger over yours. As with all things, Belphie’s love for you is endearingly quiet.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me imagines #obey me headcanons #obey me x reader #obey me lucifer #swd lucifer #obey me mammon #swd mammon #obey me leviathan #swd leviathan #obey me satan #swd satan #obey me asmodeus #swd asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #swd beelzebub #obey me belphegor #swd belphegor #txt #mine

[bonvoyagenoona]

Me and You | JHS

Genre: Songfic based on Me & U by Cassie

Pairings: Hoseok x Reader

Rating: 18+ / Mature / Explicit

Themes & Content Warnings: A little comfort, soft and hard smut, fingering, vaginal penetration, public sex at the club y’all

Word Count: ~5.3k (read on ao3)

Author’s Note: For @skyys-universe‘s ask! Hope you enjoyyyyy!

Permanent Taglist: @purpleheartsfortae @btseditsworld @greezenini @missbickerbocker @dearbambideer @helenazbmrskai​ @morti13 @skyys-universe​

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Preview:

“Who’s that?” you ask, confused, and… captivated.

Jungkook mirrors your puzzled stare, following it across the club. His face resolves into a grin. “What do you mean? That’s Hobi-hyung.”

Platinum works so well on him. And he works his body well in return, shifting seamlessly into the new track with such fluidity that you’re starting to wonder what it would feel like to have him make those waves against your body.

You sit up.

“Ooh,” Jungkook titters, “someone’s finally got your attention, huh?”

Through the cloud of smoke, booze, perfume that smells like melted gummy bears, and cologne that smells like felonies, cuts an absolutely livid, “No fucking fair!”

The velvet rope has hung as untouched as that protestor’s dick for the past four hours, but now it impossibly lifts through the air courtesy of the somehow living marble statue standing guard in front of the club. Jungkook doesn’t even look through his purple-tipped tresses at the ripple of complaints quickly speeding up the line and toward you and your girlfriends. He keeps his eyes, smile, and, when compared to that loud asshole, exceedingly busy cock, pointed forward, and toward you.

All four of you. Indigo, brushing some of her satiny, sable locks with her ruby red nails from her ruby red lips to the shoulder of her ruby red bodycon dress as she redistributes her weight on her ruby red pumps. Moon, with her haughty hip and high, mocha-colored ponytail swaying to one side as she tilts her head and rests her hand on the band of skin separating her tight, white crop top from her denim cut-off booty shorts. Star, her onyx waves melting indistinguishably into her inky sweatshirt and leggings, glowing and tinged blue as her phone lights up with a text. And you, your big, bright, fuschia curls and matching miniskirt framing your face and body like petals. 

Everyone has wondered what you look like deflowered. Jeon Jungkook is just your latest not-so-secret admirer, blatantly ogling you as he runs his teeth through his bottom lip and his hand across the canyon of his rock-hard body. Fingers take the plunge between his pecs when he eyeballs the twin swells of your breasts, a coral shelf propping them up for full view, nearly bursting out of your black tank top. His thumb grazes his nipple, and he chuckles at the tickle.

“Mmm, hey Sky,” Jungkook purrs at you. His pants visibly tighten around his waist, and you sneak a glance at his welcoming crotch before meeting his lusty gaze. He scans over your girlfriends in the same way before baring his canines. “Girls.”

“Hey, Jungkook!” you giggle in saccharine unison. 

You lead your dreamy harem along the purple velvet carpet and through the cleared posts. 

Someone in line yells, “Are you fucking kidding me?” through the groans.

“How was your week?” Jungkook asks, paying them no mind, spending all of it watching your high and tight ass as you amble past him.

You turn on your heel, your girls smirking around you. You pout. “Shitty,” you whine, eyes gleaming.

Jungkook mimics your pout. “Oh no.” He clips the rope back onto the post. The plink! is so quiet, and yet sounds so final.

“C’mon!” someone yells from outside, over the sound of traffic, and a town car pulling up.

“What can I do to make it better?” Jungkook asks, raising his eyebrows and licking his lips as he stares at your chest.

“Hmm…” You twirl your hair. “Didn’t you just have a turn?” 

At the memory of your nearly tantric night together, Jungkook lets out a grunt. And then, he smiles doggedly. “I’ll never stop asking.”

“Hope not,” you tease, grinning.

The ripple of complaints has swollen to a threatening tsunami, until the town car’s passenger steps onto the sidewalk.

Just the point of Kim Seokjin’s shoe is enough to hush the crowd. He steps out in one graceful motion, cold stare sweeping for good measure. He shakes out his suit, and buttons the blazer. His eyes fall on the last person to yell. 

“Is there a problem here?”

People disappear when they make the mistake of acting up at a Kim-owned nightclub. The culprit cowers into the line of eager bodies, as if Jin’s mere glare has already erased his identity, a pre-emptive move to avoid the more permanent silencing from a Kim voice.

Jin walks up to Jungkook and shakes his hand. “Boss,” Jungkook says, sneering. Jin offers a satisfied leer, before turning to you and your group.

“Evening, ladies,” Jin says, giving a nod. He catches sight of Indigo behind you, and his pupils suddenly darken to the shade of her locks. “Indigo.”

“Jin.” She smiles pleasantly at him, and you all know to move to the side as Jin makes his way to her.

“Can I join you for the evening?” he asks, at first, only to her, but then looking back to your entire crew. 

“Of course!” Indigo squeals, brightening as Jin wraps an arm around her waist, giving her ass a squeeze. 

Jungkook and a different, lesser lackey trade places, and Jungkook follows you all deeper inside.

There’s no better feeling than strolling into the packed, sweaty euphoria of a great nightclub with the owner, people dancing but making way for you, glancing up and staring, dazed and curious. You smile to yourself and realize that you’re admittedly pretty used to those kinds of stares. Your body goes into autopilot, graceful and sexy, demure chin moving over your shoulder with mild interest whenever something happens to catch your eye. Nothing holds, though.

You reach the VIP booth roped off by more security. Two plush couches facing each other across a glass table on a risen platform, just slightly above everyone else. Hookah smoke swirls in the neon lighting. Jungkook stands, back straight and arms folded, by the section entrance and exit, but not so far away that Moon can’t reach out from the seat you’re sharing with him and give his ass a little smack.

Jungkook giggles and turns to her, licking his lips. “Yes, my darling Noona?”

She grins. “Wondering if you want a drink. I’m making my way to the bar.”

Jungkook tilts his head knowingly. “I could just have it sent here.”

“I know. But I kinda wanna feel the vibe of the place tonight.” 

Moon’s about to set her trap.

You look across the table to exchange glances with Indigo, but she’s curled up next to Jin’s side, legs swung over his right thigh and pinned there by his left, her lips moving as she whispers something into his ear. Her fingers are brushing his hair, and his eyes close as his smirk grows into something deeper. When she finishes her undoubtedly filthy thought, he bites his lip and snaps his head back to look at her. An arched eyebrow reflects his intrigue. He and Indigo get started in record time, tongues then tangling, and hands roving.

Chuckling, you look to the other end of the couch to exchange glances with Star, but she’s busy on her phone. With the way she lights up at the incoming text, you know that she’s more prey than predator.

Jungkook shakes his head. “No drink for me. On duty, keeping you girls safe,” he says, winking before turning back out to the crowd.

Moon looks over to share her grin with you. “What about you?” she asks. “Can I get you something?”

“Not sure what I want yet,” you say. “Besides, I think the edibles have kicked in.”

Moon stands slowly, hands gliding down her gorgeous figure to straighten her halter, which lifts a little to showcase the vine tattoo sprawling across her ribs and accentuating the undercurves of her pillowy and full breasts.

“All the more reason,” she says lightly, as if she’s not about to destroy lives.

She parts the crowd, underboob leading, sweetheart ass in those booty shorts bringing up the rear. You and Jungkook laugh fondly as she goes and finds a spot at the bar. Already seated there is her friend, a girl named Heaven, the only name that could match her description. Then again, there might be a little bit of a hellraiser in her, purgatory at least, as she’s already matching Kim Namjoon behind the bar shot for shot in a line of five. After Moon gives Heaven a quick kiss hello, Heaven and Namjoon lock eyes heatedly and reach for shot number five, racing to see who can gulp it down faster, his finger rubbing against and hooking hers as they set down their glasses.

Kim Taehyung drops whatever drink he’s mixing and moves over to Moon within seconds. Much to the thirsty crowd’s disappointment, he leans over the bar, threatening to pop the bubble of Moon’s personal space. Moon looks so classic, holding her stance. Taehyung narrows his eyes and leans down, resting his chin in his hand, ass sticking out behind him and swaying, not to the upbeat music pumping through the speakers, but to some seductive serenade, the rhythm of which he desperately wishes he could be pounding into Moon right now.

She says something dryly, and Taehyung laughs, gesturing out to the dance floor. Moon follows his finger.

You and Jungkook do too, and you see Park Jimin, socialite turned satellite when he sees Moon. Drawn in by her gravity, he leaves his spot on the dance floor and moves toward her, still continuing to bounce and pop to the beat. He lands on top of her, caging her between his arms, rolling his body against hers and covering her with sweat as he laughs. Breathless, he says something quickly before pressing a sweet kiss onto her lips, and she latches on hungrily, grabbing the chest of his shirt and fisting it with one hand, as she leaves the other hand on the bar for Taehyung to lift and give a kiss of his own. 

“Ramping up quickly tonight,” Jungkook notes.

“She always ramps up this quickly.” 

A playful scoff escapes Jungkook’s nostrils. “I’m talking about all of you.”

Moon and Heaven have certainly gotten things going with Jimin, Taehyung, and Namjoon. Indigo’s hand is already down Jin’s pants. But you and Star are still taking in the scene. Star is kneeling on the couch cushions and looking over the back, gazing out at the crowd awash in roaming neon, just slightly nodding her head to the beat, and smiling happily to herself.

“Some of us like to take our time,” you say, gesturing to her.

“Please!” Jungkook cackles. The glint in his eye matches the glint shining from his eyebrow piercing. “As if she wouldn’t be riding Yoongi-hyung’s lap if he weren’t in the middle of a set!”

You look over and away at the platform against the wall, Yoongi’s beanie bopping, neck clearly flexing in time, though you can’t see it behind his gigantic headphones. His flowing fingers type and twirl on his vinyls and vocoders. When he gets the next track cued up, he dances in place a little, all shoulders, as he reaches for his phone. He stops dancing when he starts typing, and when he stops typing, he looks toward the VIP section.

Star’s phone lights up. She laughs softly when she reads the message he’s sent, and when the next track starts. She sighs and texts back quickly, making Yoongi throw his head back and send a hearty laugh to the rafters. Some kind of inside joke, as usual. Their version of foreplay. 

Yoongi looks back at her, hungrily tonguing the corner of his open mouth. Star sits down on her calves and wiggles her hips in anticipation.

“True,” you tell Jungkook, rolling your eyes and panning back over the crowd.

Each week happens in turns. Sometimes, there are slower nights, usually if one of you is missing. So you’re kind of scratching your head, wondering why, even though you’re fully present, and even though Jungkook is leading the lustful looks you’re getting from everyone in the crowd, you haven’t seen anything interesting.

Until.

Jimin leads Moon and her gang onto the dance floor toward a tall, lean figure.

“Who’s that?” you ask, confused, and… captivated.

Jungkook mirrors your puzzled stare, following it across the club. His face resolves into a grin. “What do you mean? That’s Hobi-hyung.”

Platinum works so well on him. And he works his body well in return, shifting seamlessly into the new track with such fluidity that you’re starting to wonder what it would feel like to have him make those waves against your body.

You sit up.

“Ooh,” Jungkook titters, “someone’s finally got your attention, huh?”

He sounds a little mournful, which is the only reason you tear your eyes away from Hobi for a moment.

“Still thinking about our night, huh?” you ask, equally warm and warning.

Jungkook inhales sharply. “Would be lying if I said I weren’t.” 

He glances over at Jin, whose hand has slipped around Indigo’s chest and into her dress. Jin’s protruding knuckles show that he’s maybe pinching something. Indigo lets out a little yelp and whine. In any other instance, Jungkook would spring into action and start separating bodies, but he knows better than to interrupt here.

So he takes a moment from his bodyguarding duties and crouches down next to you, resting his elbow on the arm of the couch that you’re leaning against.

“You know how I feel about you. Shit, how the entire city feels about you. But Hobi-hyung… he’s been waiting so long,” Jungkook confides, with a sultry groan.

His eyebrow piercing ticks up, and you’re both staring at Hobi again.

This is how the group’s always worked. You take your turns with each other, chasing attraction and connection as it comes and goes. Always safe, maintaining boundaries where they are established, but broadening them with comfort. Ebb and flow. Your ideas do just that as Jungkook stands to let you settle into your gaze on Hobi gliding across the dance floor, being cheered on by the wide circle that has formed around him. You’ve been considering Hobi, floating toward him for months now, as he’s been giving you little surprises. A comment on your smile when your group all went out for dinner. Catching his eyes on you in the middle of a scary movie night at Indigo’s house. And now, this interesting new look.

You take your turns with each other. But you’ve never had a turn with Hobi.

“What are you thinking?” Jungkook asks, smiling.

You stand.

“Think I'm gonna make that move now,” you muse.

That warm feeling in your chest starts to radiate into your hips as you walk toward them.

Spinning, Hobi catches a glimpse of your fiery curls. When he spots you, he uses you to spot, his smile wider and wider on each turn.

When you get to him, he reaches for your hand and raises it into the air. Your shoulders bounce and roll to Yoongi’s fast, aggressive rhythm. Your hips start to move in sync, the space between you hanging hot, heavy, and humid. The Sky before a raging thunderstorm.

He closes the distance and hugs your back, swaying gently out of Yoongi’s time and pulling you into his.

“Hey!” he laughs, arms around your shoulders, elbows resting lightly on your chest, “what are you doing here?”

“I’m here to answer your call,” you tease.

Hobi kisses you lightly on the cheek. “Glad you came out tonight.”

“Almost didn’t,” you admit, a slight wrinkle forming at your brow.

Hobi’s lips are almost on your cheek. “Moon mentioned. C’mon. Let’s go have a drink.”

He takes your hand and spins you out, making you laugh as your curls sail through the air.

And then he leads you to the bar.

With Namjoon and Taehyung having abandoned their duties, and with Jin too preoccupied to notice or care, people have been jumping back behind the bar and pouring their own drinks, just scared enough of the Kims to leave cash and tips in the jar. 

Hobi hops up over the counter and pours both of you some soju. He hops back over the counter and sits on his stool sideways so that he can eagerly face your profile. He takes a sip, but he frowns when he notices that you aren’t drinking. 

He leans on the bar and looks up at you with big, puppy dog eyes.

You giggle at his expression, and the way he noses the shot toward you.

He straightens when he sees the corner of your mouth turn up. You lean on the bar and turn just your head to face him.

“Bad week?” Hobi asks, eyebrows struggling to lift his concern. “Work?”

You nod. “Everything. Stressful. Didn’t get much sleep.”

“Doesn’t look like it,” he says, suddenly. “You look incredible. Perfect, as always.”

You blush slightly. “You look good,” you say. You gesture vaguely. “All this is…” You bite your lip. “Definitely working for you.”

Hobi shines. “Was trying to get your attention.” Rays of light branch out from around him. His hair looks even brighter. “Glad it worked.”

He plucks the decorative flower from his sweater and hands it to you. 

You laugh. All the other guys have definitely been able to satisfy. You never make a wrong choice. But only sweet Hobi would think to give you a flower.

As you fiddle with the flower, he scootches in, his legs surrounding you. He opens his arms a little, and you’re feeling so good that you lean into him. He lets you rest against him, and his hands stroke your far side and your back. You could fall asleep, even in the middle of this craziness. But after one particular pass across your back, fingers grazing the bottom of your bra strap through your top, you shiver, and you know that you’re wide awake. You purr, and he smiles. You rest your temple against his lips, and he slides his hand under your tank top, running against your back again, skin on skin. You shiver again, and you pull him in closer, breathing a little heavy. His other hand slides down your far side and rests at your navel. As his hand continues to swim across your back, your tank top edges higher and higher, and soon, the front of your tank is riding up, stomach exposed. He tickles you when he lets that hand move, groping up for a welcomed feel of your chest, not sweating from the shot of soju that you’ve still left untouched, but the shot of Hobi that’s going down so, so smooth.

“Feels nice,” you whisper.

“Nice and relaxed?” Hobi murmurs, the vibrations of his low voice buzzing around you.

“Mmhmm.”

The hand on your back stays put. But his other hand roves down to the space between your thighs. He lingers there, teasing you, but he pushes up against your flesh when he sees your hips start to circle.

“And this?” he asks.

You can’t answer, too entranced by the way he’s making slow circles with the pads of his index and ring finger, your thong almost disintegrating in the pool of liquid and heat.

He grunts when you run your hand up his thigh, resting it on the outline of his waking cock. You move against him a little and sigh. When you start to firm your grasp on him, he grunts, and he pulls you right up against him. 

You like this side of Hobi. Confident, but not pushy. Present. Calmer, though no less eager. You’ve gobbled up the glimpses you’ve gotten as of late. 

“How come we haven’t done this before?” The question comes in a voice that sounds an awful lot like yours, but is so far away. “All those… moments… that we had.”

“You know I adore you.” Hobi shivers when you run your thumb over the tip of his hidden cock, and you feel the fabric starten to loosen a bit. “I was waiting for you to tell me you were ready.”

You gasp when Hobi’s fingers push slightly past your thong. He moans at the juices and fire that he finds. 

“I shouldn’t have had you waiting at all,” you respond. 

Hobi hums, and he sounds so happy. He’s already so thrilled about any time that he’s gotten with you. Everything now feels like a fever dream.

You place the flower that Hobi gave you on the bar and focus your hands on other things. One still working what you’ve got of his cock. The other rubbing his thigh, or his torso, or his arm.

“The other guys,” you say. “Jungkook.” You take a little breath when you imagine the way his face tensed with every pump into your tight pussy. “They talk about me?”

“We’ve been talking about… the way you do what you do,” Hobi admits. He smirks. “Heard you were good. Wanna see if it’s true.”

“What’d you wait so long for?” you ask, a tinge of desperation in your voice.

His chest feels so good, strong and comforting, something easily gripped when you have nothing else to hold onto. “Some of us like to take our time,” he says simply. Soothingly.

Your flesh heats and clenches at the coincidence of his words. Everything within you is chanting for it. Chase this connection. 

The music changes to something familiar. A bit of a throwback. Sparse, bouncy, light notes in a minor, descending arpeggio. A simple electronic snare hit on the 2 and 4. Synth and an accented, mostly syncopated countermelody. A sweet, teasing voice.

The crowd goes nuts, shared looks accompanied by roars of excitement.

“Oh shit!”

“This is my jam!”

“Fuck, I haven’t heard this in a minute!”

You and Hobi look over at Yoongi. He has one arm around Star, who he’s called up to the stage with him, and one arm in the air in triumph, taking little bows at the hollers of appreciation from the audience. He turns to Star and pulls her into him. He tells her something, and she folds into him. He holds her close and kisses her, a slow, stretched, still kiss. But then his hips start to shimmy to the beat. Star’s lips turn up, and they both start swaying to the beat, tangled in each other.

And then Hobi looks at you with a mischievous grin. 

“Dance with me.”

You smile back at him. And then you down your shot of soju.

There’s barely any space to move, so you and Hobi stay by the bar, pushing your stools out of the way. 

His body is so firm as he moves against you, winding so expertly even in just the beginning notes of the song. He holds you close, the two of you facing each other, his hand still rubbing your back, and your arm wrapped around his neck, your other hand still on his cock, stroking furiously.

“Love seeing you like this,” Hobi says, his lips grazing yours, eyes too big, trying to take it all in. 

“Love how you’re making me feel,” you moan.

Hoisting yourself up, you kiss him. His tongue dances as well as he does, undulating against yours, making you wish his tongue could be on and in other parts. 

He can see you want him too, as you desperately claw for him. “Hands are good here,” he breathes, placing them both around his neck with a gentle smile. 

“But I---”

“It’s OK. It feels good. Just relax and let me make that move.”

You can feel the floor rumbling with energy. Everyone has one thing on their minds, confirmed by your quick sweep of the crowd. Moon and Heaven have their backs to one another as they sway. Namjoon’s eyes are nearly shut as Heaven grinds on his thick thigh. Jimin and Taehyung have sandwiched Moon with twin, wicked smirks. Jimin’s lips nibble on Moon’s earlobe, and his hands stay hidden in her crop top. Moon’s hand also seems to be hidden, and you know Taehyung seems to know where it is. Maybe even Jungkook’s found a playmate. You look over and find him up against someone, but still standing guard in front of the VIP section, the closest couch housing Indigo’s raised legs, and Jin’s working, curved back.

Hobi’s mind is singularly focused, too. He presses into you, your back against the bar, tank top soaking up spilled liquor. You welcome the respite. It’s getting hard to breathe, with the way Hobi’s hands clutch your hips, run up to your breasts, and slide back down to grab your ass, all the while working his thigh against your swollen flesh, his cock pulsing in his jeans as it rests just under your miniskirt. 

With every strong zing of the synth cello and bass strings comes a sting of heat. A flash of danger. Hobi’s a shark in the waters, and you’re not exactly racing away. You push your ass up against him, and the two of you pound your hips together, Hobi arching back further and further as you grind. He wonders if you can feel how wet he already is for you. How wet he knows you are for him. How, if you don’t take advantage of this particular moment, you’d be missing out on a really good one.

He snaps up and over you, pressing and winding even harder. There’s an urgent need blossoming in both of your bodies, and it’s only going to grow.

“Been thinking about what I wanna do with you,” he says.

“Can’t figure it out?” you ask, even though his stiff cock tells you otherwise.

“I know what to do,” Hobi whispers. “If only you would let me. As long as you’re cool with it. I’ll treat you right.” 

“What d’y’wanna do, then?” you mumble.

“Wanna give it to you.” Hobi smiles. 

The corners of your mouth twitch. “You do?”

“No more games. No more waiting. I mean it, baby. I’ll love you all the way down. Get you right where you like it.” He moans and hisses as you grip onto him harder in anticipation. When he kisses you again, tongue nearly down your fucking throat, he slips his fingers into your cunt, and you lean your head back to try to breathe. You’re making all sorts of noises that get choked off by Hobi’s busy tongue. When he finally pulls away, he says, “Oh, god, baby, I promise you’ll like it. Ooh, and tell me if you like it. I love hearing you moan like that.” 

“Then give it to me,” you say.

He turns you around and grabs your ass before running his hands up to your breasts, squeezing tightly and pressing up against you. You feel his wet, naked cock slide against your ass.

You’re shocked, yes. But admittedly… excited? “Wait. Now, as in, now-now?”

Hobi moans in response, pressing kisses onto your shoulder.

“But…” 

You aim your gaze toward the VIP section. Indigo has lost one heel.

Hobi smirks. He takes your chin in his hands to make you face forward, at all those beautiful bottles lined up perfectly on the bar shelf. He places his fingers around your throat and arches you back, toward him. He empties his gravelly voice into your ear. “Here is where you wanna be. Forget the couch. In fact, forget the entire room. ”

The bar’s edge digs into your ribs, and when you readjust to get more comfortable, your legs widen for him inadvertently. He seizes the opportunity to sit in your crevice, moaning at how your full ass is on display for him, the line of your thong disappearing so pleasantly between your cheeks.

He’s right. You need him inside of you. You’re already so open, dripping for him. He could collect you in and line up five shots full.

“It’s me and you,” Hobi rumbles.

You moan as he sets you back on the bar, pressing a kiss to your cheek and licking a trail to the back of your neck. He moulds to you, arms locked safely around your frame. One hand plays with your pussy, rubbing the front of your thong into your flesh, and then, sliding under the cloth altogether, fingers separating you and working in medium-sized, medium-paced circles, enough for your hips to latch on and ride. 

When you grip the flower with such force that petals come apart, Hobi does the same with you.

You bite your lip, edged and primed so well. 

You look back at him with a curious, desperate stare.

Hobi smiles, and you feel one hand leaving you to fully undo his fly.

He slides into you slowly, needing to push just a little. When he slides fully inside and you lock together, you shake your head, and your body shakes with it. He’s so thick, much thicker than you would have guessed. And so firm, with no hesitation. That’s where the calm, quiet Hobi resides, satisfied in the knowledge that he could give it to you anywhere, anytime.

His stroke is pure bliss, no doubt loud and squelching, but covered up under the shroud of energy. He speeds up, hips popping, and you have to grab the other side of the bar for stability.

No one seems to take notice, but you’re on your tiptoes, bra and tank straps at your elbows, ass bouncing, lips crumpling, voice shaky and mewling, full-on fucking in the middle of this packed club.

Hobi slows down in time at the bridge, switching to a deep, sharp stroke launched by the sheer power of his strong ass. He hits that spot like he promised, right where you like it, and you begin to really tremble. Your ass clenches too, and Hobi palms it, his thumb resting at the beginning of the top of the cleft. He plays with you there, putting pressure and slightly nudging up, bringing you with him. Soon, his palm takes his thumb’s place, and he’s pushing and pulling, kneading your ass back and forth as he daggers you.

When you start to clench around him, Hobi realizes that you hadn’t even really begun yet, and he laments that he’s so close. 

“Can’t last if you do that,” he warns.

“I’m not doing anything,” you whine. “You’re… you’re making m-my body… clamp…  fuck!…”  If you were at home, you could make this last all night. Jungkook could attest to that. But here, overwhelmed by the song, the sights, the sounds, the sensations. You must explode. There’s nowhere else to go. “Make me come,” you sigh. “Need you to.”

Hobi grunts. He doesn’t need to be told twice. He speeds up again as the song starts its descent and melts into the next track. He meets each of the new beats, slower than the song you had been listening to, but just as sensual. Hobi presses his mouth to your back, just above that bra strap, and lets his tongue loose, licking the line of your spine and pressing a kiss there with the hardest, deepest thrust you’ve gotten all night.

When he releases that kiss, everything around you melds together. Outlines become fuzzy. You can’t tell who’s who and what’s what. All you have is that white hot stream of cream shooting you so satisfyingly full, and Hobi’s guiding hands, stroking your back, making sure you come down safely, from the high, down from your tiptoes.

You lean back against that strong chest, and he adjusts your clothes, bringing up your bra and tank straps, and smoothing your miniskirt down. “Shame. I like this one,” he tells you.

“Shame? Why---”

As he pulls out, you feel Hobi wiping himself off on the cloth just under your ass cheeks.

He’s stuffing himself back into his pants quickly when you turn around, pressing up against him and repaying his kind gestures so that no one else can see.

“Fuck,” you sigh happily, giggling. “Hobi. I… I…”

“You liked?” he asks hopefully.

You nod and kiss him again. Sweeter. Lighter. Thankful. 

And then you smile. “Come with me to the bathroom.”

Hobi chuckles. “Probably smart to sneak away and clean up.”

You hook your finger into his belt loop. Your heart starts pounding again, to the rhythm of the music. “Mmm, Hobi. Not what I meant.”

#ficscafe #ksmutclub #bts fanfiction #hobi x reader #bts smut #bts x you #hoseok x reader #hobi x you #hoseok x you #hobi x y/n #hoseok x y/n #hobi smut #hoseok smut #jhope x you #jhope x reader #jhope x y/n #jhope smut

[obey-only-me]

HC Erotic Massage By: Akuzondelivery

Lucifer - Master of the Temple Massage

- You mentioned you had headache and he was happy to share his favorite relief technique. Mastered by the countless headaches endured from Mammon, his fingers felt heavenly on your aching temples.

- You relaxed and let the pain ease away when you heard him chuckle. “Such a lovely face. I wonder what you would look like if I touched you elsewhere?”

- Will definitely drag out a slow body massage as foreplay. Would want to watch you in a mirror so he could watch your expressions change. Seeing his bare hands trace your skin was so arousing, and he knew how much you loved it.

- Doesn't really knead or poke but rubs and gives feather like touches to ease you. Especially inside you. The more he can tease you the better.

Mammon - Master of the Neck Massage

- Well if you’re tired of course he’s going to give you a massage! You’re his responsibility after all. Once his hands go under the collar of your shirt he’s excited. Mammon knew the neck massage. having hung his head in shame for too long.

- Would rather you initiate the massage somehow; whether he gives or receives. Has a hard time admitting he just wants to touch you all the time, but its cute making him say it.

-“I just...just let me touch you. Ill make you feel good.” he’ll demand with a flush face once you squeeze it out of him.

-Once his hands are on your bare skin, he wont be able to resist the rest of you. Will deeply knead and thrust against you and in you.

Levi - Master of the Hand Massage

- His hands hurt from gaming all the time to he knows what to do when your hand gets a cramp. He’ll trace your hands and massage your wrist with professional concentration.

- When you tell him it feels good he goes back to being a blubbering mess.

- Will absolutely melt if you give him a massage. Even if you didnt intend for it to get sexual, he will get aroused. He cant get enough of your touch.

- If you’re willing to play along he’ll start guiding your hands around his, hoping you’ll massage more of him.

Satan - Master of Shoulder Massage

- When you’re stressed and angry it goes right to the shoulders. And this boy knows stress. Only needs a few minutes to rub your tension away and render you a melted puddle. You may fall asleep if he feels like going the extra mile.

- He uses a heavy hand when he pets you in bed, and will knead and caress you so gently you’ll want to cry.

- When he’s not being sensual and soothing though, his massages are rewards for being a good kitten.

- “Awwe...does kitty want some attention? Come purr for me and I’ll pet you.”

Asmo - Master of the Back Massage

- Well of course he knows the back, and each person’s is like a map for him to explore. Knows where all your knots and stress is, and knocks it out of there. As a hobby he looked into different techniques like cupping and hot stone so on a self care day you will be spoiled.

- When he gets the oil out is when you know this massage isnt going to just be for you. And you were in for some magical foreplay.

- After you’ve been covered in oil, he’ll insist you do the same for him. Dont worry though, he’ll be guiding your oiled up hands so you learn his body as well as he knows yours.

- “Dont worry, Ill show just how I like it.”

Beel - Master of the Leg Massage

- Athletic experience made him learn a lot about leg and other body injuries. So of course he new what to do when you said your legs hurt from cooking that night.

-You have to lay down so he can flex and pull your thighs, and it’ll definitely end up turning you both on.

- His hands are so big and it doesn't take much pressure for them to feel good against your body. Everywhere he touches will feel amazing.

- When he’s feeling especially romantic he with trace your whole body with his hands, but you’ll have to clue him in when you want him to be rougher.

Belphie - Master of the Foot Massage

- You asked him for a massage after a long day and he decided to be nice to you for once. He’d never done it before but ended up having MAGIC fingers.

- Will absolutely take the chance to tickle you if you are ticklish there and tease you about your feet. “Be lucky I like you, I’m not touching anyone else’s feet.”

- Touching you will only lead to his hands wandering more. And he will be wanting to touch all of you.

- These magic fingers know exactly where you want to be touched most. Areas so sensitive that when touched you arch and moan.

#obey me #obey me headcanons #lucifer #mammon #leviathan #satan #asmodeus #beelzebub #belphegor

[hotdamnhunnam]

I Wanna Be Your Slave

A/N: Here’s the next requested fic from my Dirty Little Secret – Super Kinky List! In which you and Jax are locked in a cellar and he ties you to a whipping post and whips your ass lol. Master/slave roleplay but in this fic (unlike some of my other Kinkfest fics...) Jax is actually a good guy not an absolute asshole. Title is inspired by the Måneskin song at the below link! **Please note the warnings: This fic is all about the kinks, please do not read if this is not your thing!!**

Pairing: Jax Teller x F!Reader Warnings: smut, swearing, dirty talk, rough sex, light choking, degradation, dom!Jax, bondage, master/slave kink, spanking, whipping Request: This Dirty Little Secret request (anon)

Word Count: ~3.8k

Note: As explained in this post, this ‘Dirty Little Secret’ series consists of fics that I had originally written for another character/celebrity, which I’m repurposing for characters of Charlie! So if the characterization ever seems a little off please don’t judge me too harshly 🙂 ALSO note that this fic is just straight up shitty – I wrote most of it years ago without giving a fuck and am not bothering with improving the quality, I sort of used to rhyme back then but not consistently so it’s a shitshow really, I’m just shoving Jax into the setup for this fic with zero context literally, and I realize that the kinks in this fic are totally not mainstream and super filthy, so for once it’s really refreshing that I’m not gonna be sitting around hoping that people will shower my writing with praises or that this fic will explode in popularity 🙃

**Please note warnings above**

Triggering content after ‘Keep reading’ cut…

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You're trapped in a cellar. 

With Jax Fucking Teller.

There's a whole fucking story behind how the two of you got here—some shit involving stolen guns, some rival gang that hates the Sons, your father being all politically significant and powerful enough that you're now being held as ransom—and honestly you should be crippled with fear. But this tall blonde bastard is so fucking handsome. You've been crushing on him for years. And nothing else matters right now when you're so fucking horny for him that you're damn near to tears.

He looks and smells goddamn divine. You know that's not the kind of thought that should be running through your mind. Not here, stricken with fear for your safety. It's crazy. But losing yourself in desire for Jax just feels... fucking unreal. So damn good. Better than it should. It's comforting, or something. Dangerously comforting. In his presence, you don't even care if it doesn't make sense.

Ever since you got stuck in this mess, you've been clinging to him in the darkness. Clutching his flannel-clad arms in a tight grasp which quickly turns into a desperate caress. Through the cloth you can feel the incredible bulge of his biceps and God it's just...

"It's okay, darlin'," he says. Shifts to give you the comfort you crave as you bury your face in his broad sculpted chest. Presence warming and calming. Even after what's happened this morning, you somehow feel safe in the arms of the crown prince of Charming. It's totally fucked to be honest. "Hey, I'll get us out of this. Promise."

The silent answer in your head is beyond shameless. But here with your cheek pressed against his firm pecs... shuddering in bliss as you breathe in his mouthwatering manly essence... flooding between your legs, 'cause he is pure fucking sex... you could honestly just live and die in this man's godlike presence. You bite your tongue to fight the shit you really want to say, keeping it back. Please don't, Jax... don't get us out of this—I want to stay...

Neither of you has any clue yet that you're bound to serve Jax Teller in this cellar as his filthy little slave today.

With one hand still gripping his strong upper arm you reach up with the other, wrapping it over his leather-bound shoulder, clasping at the back of his neck and clinging to his strong sturdy body like ivy to brick. You can feel a faint layer of sweat on his neck that you're instantly dying to lick.

Your senses are reeling. Here, with him as you give voice to a wild irrational fear, you can't deny that dread isn't the only thing you're feeling. You'll take life-threatening danger if it comes with the reward of you and Jax fucking. "... are they gonna sell us as sex slaves or something?"

The hottest sound you've ever heard bursts softly from his throat. It's low and quiet, caught between a breathy laugh and breathless groan. You bite down on your lip then to stifle your own slutty moan. His bright blue eyes meet yours and you can feel the heat burning beneath, and from the way his tongue traces along the edges of his teeth, you can tell the answer to your question is no.

That's not the answer you want, though. It's precious that Jax doesn't already know. Some part of him probably does but hell if it won't take a little more for him to let it show.

You're gonna give him more than just a little more.

With a bat of your lashes, your flirtiest dirtiest smile flashes; you drop to your knees before him like a whore.

"Oh f—" he mutter, too shocked to even utter the full curse, sapphire eyes wide in wonder, "what are..."

"Practice," you purr as you lick your lips, eager hands framing his hips. "If I'm gonna be a sex slave then I think I should practice performing... service..."

Jax sucks in a sharp hiss as you bury your face in the crotch of his jeans, massaging his dick through the denim with your doting mouth till he's harder than he's ever been.

"Practice makes... perfect, doesn't it?" you say as you savor the smell and the feel of his meat. Good enough to eat. "Though you already are, Jax. Every inch of you is perfect. That's a hard fucking fact."

Jax throws his head back, huge cock throbbing with a luscious twitch. "Son of a bitch..."

"Mmm, make me your bitch, Jax. Please. I wanna be your slave. Serve you in every way. It's what the slut inside me needs... and craves..." you shamelessly confess as your hands set to work on his fly to unleash the glory of Jax Teller. "Nothing else even matters today. We're here now all alone together, in this shady little cellar..."

When his cock springs free you could swear that this piece of meat is your entire life's purpose. All set to be worshiped and serviced, because his delicious existence demands and deserves it. He's so. Fucking. Perfect.

You gaze up at his gorgeous face as you melt in his presence, and finish your sentence. "... so let's make it fucking worth it."

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The first order you take from Jax Teller, as he finally falls into his role as your master right here in this cellar... is to get your filthy hands off of his dick. You are not to touch it till you've fucking earned it. Like a dog, like the bitch that you are, he tells you to just sit. 

To stay down on your knees and to not move an inch, not even turn your head as he strides toward the far wall behind you, brutally keeping his beautiful self beyond your field of vision for a minute. 

You bite your lip, listening to the footsteps and movements that he won't let you witness. Rustling noises. You hope that he's stripping off his stupid clothes. That when you see him next, he'll be towering over you gorgeously naked.

And God yes, he is, when he returns at last to stand before his bitch. You groan in sheer bliss as your awestruck eyes try to take in every last flawless inch of his smooth, glowing skin. There is just... too much perfection. You couldn't even process the divine glory of Jax in a whole damn lifetime, let alone one split second.

Hypnotized though you are by him, your gaze then shifts to notice what he's holding, and... holy shit. Apparently he hadn't gone to the far wall just to undress. 

He had taken stock of the supplies and other items stored down in this shady cellar and he has returned bearing gifts: a coil of rope, long and thick, and a wicked-looking leather whip.

"Like what you see, huh?" he taunts, no doubt referring to both his new toys and his nude body, especially his dick. "Kinky little bitch. Now get up and strip."

"Yes, Master," you blurt out, rising to your feet, hastening to obey his order.

"Bad slave. You are not to speak until I say you can," Jax commands, taking a deliberate step toward you. With both rope and whip clutched in one fist, he reaches to cup your chin with his other hand. "Do you fucking understand?"

Fighting your burning urge to scream yes sir, somehow you keep your lips sealed and just nod your head.

Jax's blazing blue gaze devours your face as his fingers descend to frame your jawbone, then to close around your throat. "That's a good slut. Keep that dirty mouth shut. Or else you're gonna suffer some serious punishment."

Fuck—hearing him talk like this, while he strangles your neck in his dominant fist, is too much. You've become a trembling mess beneath his touch.

"Mmm, look at you shaking. Desperate piece of shit. I'm starting to think that maybe punishment…" he whispers in your ear as he tightens his grip around your neck, "...is what you fucking want."

Oh God, your inner voice grunts, struggling not to say it aloud. In the most painfully perfect way, the fact that he's choking you now actually makes it easier to stay silent.

His husky growl and twisted words are sending waves of pleasure through your body, hitting all the spots you never knew you had and soaking up your cunt.

"Yeah, you're begging for it. Already ignoring your master's orders. Disobedient bitch," he scoffs, shoving you up against a nearby wall, his every movement rough and quick. "Didn't I tell you to strip?"

Before you can even manage to nod at him, still just staring, Jax's hand drops from your neck down to the fabric of the fancy buttoned cardigan you're wearing. Your daddy is rich, so you typically dress like a spoiled little bitch.

"Need me to show you how to do it? You that fucking stupid?" he sneers, suddenly yanking it off you with just a few effortless jerks of his wrist. "Now take off the rest. And then go stand against that beam. Hands on the wood, head down, with your ass facing me."

Jax steps away, sharp blue glare dark and daunting as he watches his slave scurry to obey. In a matter of seconds, your clothes and shoes have been flung off, and you practically throw yourself against the wooden beam, grabbing the jagged surface desperately, wincing as the splinters graze your fingers. Even that sharp little sting feels good, because this is what Jax wanted.

You keep your head bent low, bowed submissively per your master's orders, breathing shallow as you feel his presence coming toward you from behind, steady and slow. A gasp slips past your throat when you feel his calloused hands upon your wrists, binding your hands to the beam with the thick, heavy rope. The knots securing you in place are strong and tight, expertly tied. This must not be his first time doing this, you realize, beyond turned on by his well-practiced dominance. By just what a masterful master he is.

"Mmm. You look so fucking pretty like this," he rasps, leaning over your body with his massive cock grinding into your ass, sliding against the crack so that you can feel the tip of it, swollen and wet, hovering over the small of your back. One of his hands tugs at your hair, arching your neck backward a bit as his lips attack the soft skin of your throat in a harsh, biting kiss. "Beautiful baby girl, all bound up naked and aching to be punished. You gonna take it? Good and hard, just like the slave you know you are? Gonna be a good little bitch?"

His hot mouth teases at the corner of your lips, knowing how badly you want to kiss him, to taste him, fucking torturing you with it. Though his firm grip on your hair is anchoring your head right where he pleases, you're sure that he can feel the way you struggle now to bob it up and down, to give him your wholehearted yes.

"Yeah, that's it. Ever done this before, you dirty whore? This sweet ass ever taken a beating?"

You're not quite sure how to answer that—certain guys from your past have given your ass a few smacks, here and there, when you asked... but you don't know if that kind of thing really counts as a beating. The dynamic with them was never nearly as brutal and degrading. And they had only ever used their hands; no toys or torture instruments.

"Can't even answer the question? Dumb little bitch," Jax snickers as his face moves away from your neck, standing to his full height behind you, then stepping back so that his dick is no longer brushing against your crack, leaving you feeling emptier than ever at his absence. "Not that it matters. 'Cause I'm sure you ain't ever been beaten like this."

Ohhh shit, you think, inhaling through your teeth with a loud hiss as you feel the first soft touch of leather on your skin, his wicked fucking whip. For now he is just devilishly teasing you with it, tracing lines down your back with the tip.

"This what you want, slut? Gonna need to hear you beg for it," he orders, his other hand still tangled in your hair, pulling your skull more sharply back. "Go on. Open that filthy fucking mouth and tell me what you want."

"Thank you, Master," you whimper, letting all your shameless words fall out. "I want you. God, I want you to beat me. Hurt me. Please. I want pain, if it will bring you pleasure, sir. I want my punishment."

"Mmmmn," Jax growls, clearly incredibly aroused, and you could seriously cum just from that sound. "Bet you do, bitch. Let's see just how bad you want it, huh? See how wet you've gotten. Needy little cunt."

You've already been dripping now, for more minutes than you can count. The next sound you hear is a soft thud, which you're guessing is the whip having been cast down to the ground. Jax needs his right hand free to start going to town on your pussy.

The words that have just come out of his mouth, coupled with the feeling of his fingers making contact with your slick mound, sliding over your clit, slipping into your slit and stirring you up, swirling your wet heat around, then plunging three digits in knuckles deep, pushing in and back out slowly first before he starts to fucking pound... this just brings all the walls inside you crashing down. Floodgates in you burst open on the instant as your arousal uncontrollably gushes out. It's killing you to stay silent through all of this, but you don't dare disobey his orders, don't dare make a sound.

"Holy fuuuck," Jax grunts as he pulls his hand off of your cunt. "So wet. Tight pussy squirting all over your master. Such a dirty fucking slut."

He reaches over you to shove his sloppy, sticky fingers in your mouth, your cheek pressing against the wooden beam, as you obediently suck them clean. You're not usually one to enjoy your own flavor that much, but fuck, it tastes better than ever now that you are being fed by him, the sex god of your dreams.

Then as soon as his fingers pull out, he leans in and angles your head toward him so that he can kiss your mouth, and holy—wow. 

You know right away that you could never get enough of the feel of his full, luscious lips against yours, the taste of his talented tongue as it fucking invades and explores. He hums and groans into the kiss, sending resonant vibrations of his dominance down your throat and all over your mouth, and damn, you kind of really want to die right now.

But you don't. Of course, not yet. More than anything you're still desperate for your punishment.

"Fucking perfect little slave," Jax snarls as he pulls away, and you can hear him squatting down behind you to pick up his whip. 

Before he does, while he's down there on his haunches, he takes the chance to manhandle your ass cheeks, groping firmly and then biting down on one of them, pausing to admire the mark that he made on your flesh with his ravenous teeth, then giving that spot a wet, open-mouthed kiss, and finally a sharp, stinging slap. Your knees buckle from how much you fucking liked that.

"Slut," he chuckles as he gives that cheek a few more smacks, each harder than the last. He makes sure to give the same sweet kinky treatment to the other cheek, biting and kissing then spanking both halves with his big, sturdy hands before he finally picks up his whip, one palm still groping your ass as he stands.

"Ready to feel this whip lashing your pretty little ass?" Jax dominantly asks. "Tell me, slave. How many do you want."

You're so blissed out right now that you barely have control over your lolling tongue. "Uh... uh—a lot."

"That's not a number, slut. Give me a number you can fucking count."

"Ughhhh..." you groan out as he trails the strip of leather wickedly against your ass, "...umm, a hundred?"

A soft laugh escapes his throat. "That's cute. You must be new to this, darlin'. I'm not about to beat you dead."

Some part of you right now kind of likes the sound of that. Which is maybe... sort of... bad? Jax is still talking, so for better or for worse, you don't have time to dwell on that.

"I can do a hundred. But only if each one is... weak... and soft..." he tells you, bending over your body to press his lips against your face again, kissing your cheek, tender and sweet. "Is that what you want? Or does this filthy bitch want it hard?"

His mouth has descended to bite down on your neck as he says it, causing you to cry out in bliss. "Fuck yes, please—hard!"

Jax huffs out another sexy little laugh. "That's what I fucking thought. I'm gonna give you ten to start," he offers, leaving wet kisses on the smooth skin that he'd bitten. "Ten nice and hard. That sound good, baby girl? And you just tell me if you want more. Or... if it's too much, if you ever want me to lighten up, or stop—"

"I won't," you blurt out. "God, Jax, I want... I need you to just fucking beat my ass off."

"Mmmn. Babe, you are fucking amazing, you know that?" he growls, fondly nuzzling your neck for a second before he pulls back, standing behind you, with his rock hard cock once again hovering over your crack. "But Jax ain't my name right now. Is it. What do you call me, slut."

You cringe at your own unforgivable error. "Master. I'm so sorry, sir."

"Yeah, you better be, bitch," he snarls, as the whip that has been gliding delicately over your body suddenly lifts away from your skin. "Fucking take it."

Holy—fucking—shit. The sharp, searing pain that you feel in that instant is so goddamn perfect. Electric, explosive, exquisite. Everything Jax is. Your life as you know it is finished; you live only to serve and to worship this god of a man who deals out such sweet punishment. You love it. You love him.

The rugged velvet sound of his voice in this moment just deepens your love for him, heightens your pleasure. "Count 'em for me, whore," he orders ruthlessly. "Want more?"

"One... Thank you, sir," you sigh, hazy from the incredible high. "Please, Master. More."

For a hell of a long time, Jax gives you everything you beg him for. And every second of the pleasurable pain is so damn dirty, so damn pure, completely perfect. But you both know that, given what a desperate slut and dedicated slave you are, you will literally never want him to stop. So Jax is the one who hits pause, when he decides he should. 

You never wanted it to end, but this is what your master wants—so as much as it saddens you, still you just give in, and still it feels good.

"Damn, baby," he breathes, dropping the whip, gently kneading your ass as he leans down to leave a trail of kisses up your spine with his soft, sinful lips. "Guess I should've known better than to ask you for a number. Such a good little slave. But we're gonna stop here, okay?"

"Yes, Master," you whisper.

"You know why we're gonna stop?" he teases as his mouth reaches the back of your neck. "It's not just because I'm done with beating you. Nah, the real reason is that... there's something even better I've been dying to do."

Part of you already knows what it is. And all of you wants it. Needs it.

Jax tilts your head to claim your mouth in a kiss, as his huge dick aligns with your soaking wet slit. "Mmmn. That's it, bitch," he moans into your lips. "Gonna fucking fuck you."

Every damn thing about Jax Teller is literally magic. So, as his massive cock basically breaks your body in half, as his heavy balls slap up against your cunt with each ferocious thrust so hard and fast, as his dominant hands grope and grab all over your just beaten ass... every inch of you feels so damn blessed upon contact. 

You can't imagine any better way to recover from your punishment. Not that you ever really want to recover from it—mostly you just want more and more of it—but no matter what you want, healing is what you need. 

And Jax heals just as well as he hurts. Even better, in fact. 

Once he's done fucking your pussy rough and dirty, shooting his divine cum deep inside you just the way you beg him to, he unties your ropes and then spends the next hour or so kissing and caressing and cuddling with you, massaging your ravaged ass cheeks with his hands and mouth, taking you to heaven when that sweet mouth eats you out, and even when he lets you worship his cock the way you've been dying to do, even when he grabs your head and fucks your face before he explodes down your throat, even then it still feels like healing. You both really needed that feeling.

He lifts you up to kiss you, deep and slow, on the lips before you are even done swallowing his cum. You let yourself drown in that beautiful face, hoping that Jax knows how damn good he tastes. How perfect he is in every way. That he is a fucking god, that everyone on earth should kneel before him as his slave.

When the kiss finally ends, as you both try to catch your breath for a few seconds, the cold hard fact of your predicament sets in again.

"We should probably put some clothes on, babe," he says, coming down from the high of his sex-heated haze. "Then I've gotta work out a way to escape."

You can tell that Jax sincerely meant it, when he'd promised he would save you from this place, and you don't doubt it for a minute. 

Still, there's no denying that you two are stuck in the middle of some serious deep shit. But after having experienced such punishment and pain and pleasure, such submission and service, such sex and love with Jax Teller, today down in this cellar—which you're pretty sure would not have happened under any other circumstances ever...

"Well," you sigh, breathing in his scent for what you hope won't have to be the final time before you die, "whatever happens next, Jax, this was..."

"Definitely," he cuts in to interrupt you with a few passionate kisses, then smiles down at you so devilishly it's delicious. So hellish it's heavenly. Finishes your sentence and it's just so fucking perfect. "Fucking worth it."

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… Sooo I know that was SUPER kinky shit, but I hope there are some filthy bitches who enjoyed it, and would love to hear if you did!! 😅❤️

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[hollyhomburg]

Hun bunnnnn why would we cancel u for pee kink ksskjsksksks are u kidding it's insanely amaze pls fulfill the dirty famtasies

Alsoooplsss tell me more about tae 🥺 love her sm in this auuuu

(Tw: mommy tae! Omorashi, piss play, puppy play, clothing control, orgasam control, please DO BOT JUDGE ME FOR THIS)

Ahhhh I just get the idea (and this is super dirty so please ignore) of hobi in pre rut who just- wants to smell like the m/c 🥺 and also wants her to smell like him. But he knows it’s too messy and yeah- but luckily during their pre-rut shower he kinda hovers and the m/c is like “wait I’ve gotta pee” and hobi just- lets out the most involuntary whine and she kinda has a “👁👄👁 what?” moment,

cuz wow- the things that alphas are into during rut just tend to be so fucking filthy. Like she’s seen jimin litterally lapping up slick from blankets, his packmates fingers, and sometimes their knots. Seen namjoon cum so much it Litterally made the omegas look pregnant. Seen tae Litterally stalk jungkook and chase him down through the house (though that seemed mostly playful) only to fuck hum so hard that his whole ass was bruised after. But this- this is a little extream.

I just get the image of her straddling him in the bath, her core balanced over his dick, knot slowly starting to chub up because yeah- even the anticipation his hot. The way he’d groan filthy when she started to let go above him, trickles of warmth that slowly spread to a little puddle. She’d be blushing so much that she wouldn’t be able to look at him, but also, his growls of satisfaction would make her a little turned on just cuz- yeah hobi is kinda hot.

And then of course namjoon would come in- both of them having forgotten that this was meant to be a group shower, and he’d take one look at them and the puddle and make a tsk tsk tsk sound in his throat. “I knew you where both messy but really? You two are worse than puppies that don’t know how to keep their hands to themselves.” And then he’d knod, sit down on the toilet and say. “Well what are you waiting for hobi, aren’t you an alpha? Aren’t you gonna mark her back?”

AND YEAH- just yeah- please do not judge me for that please this is all theoretical and highly questionable.

ANYWAY TAE WITH HER MOMMY KINK- I think that privately the m/c and tae really indulge in puppy play, but like- very loosely puppy play. I just get the image of tae and her getting a really cozy and heavily padded puppy bed for the m/c that tae can stick under her desk. And the m/c would 1000% fall asleep with her head in taes lap, taes long manicured nails scratching her scalp and making her practically purr.

Other moments when tae is falling into her more mommy persona I totally get the idea that tae does “checks” of the m/c to make sure she’s not wet and messy. Because good puppies keep themselves nice and clean for mommy 🥺 and certainly don’t get turned on just because mommy decided she wanted to touch for a little bit, or part her legs in her pretty dress, tae’s even prettier cock on display tenting in the fabric.

just imagine tae’s disapproving look when he rubs the front of her panties and finds them wet, making a disapproving sound in her throat and saying “oh what was my darling thinking about to make her ruin herself like this? Someone wasn’t thinking dirty thoughts now where we? I know you know better sweetheart, be careful or elce mommy might think you where setting yourself up for a breeding 🥰”

somehow tae always knows what words to say to turn her into a squirming mess. I think tae would really enjoy the jump from playing this way with just the two of them, to playing this way with everyone. Just imagine tae going, “time for a check darling, present for me” in the middle of a movie night but the m/c hesitates. Because the whole pack is in the living room. And it takes her a few seconds and but she agrees absolutly melting from the humiliation of all of them having to see how good she is for tae.

But taes a little displeased- because tae demands absolute obedience and is used to it. She’d order the m/c to get herself off on her thigh infront of all of them. And when she hesitated and argued. Tae would 100% take the m/c over her lap. Making her hold her legs apart so that tae can spank her pussy. Turning her clit and lips a little red and sensitive.

The rest of the pack would be rivited. Some of them, blushing and shifting, unable to hide how turned on they where getting. God just imagine jungkook dropping to his knees infront of the m/cs parted legs to get a better look, Jin coming to stand by him murmuring out a “fuck that’s so hot” yoongi would be so flustered, so hard watching her like that, especially when it becomes clear how much wetter the spanking is making her. Eventually squirming away when her pussy is sensitive and swollen “what? I thought you wanted to be touched that way? Don’t quit on me now sweetheart, just 5 more and then all will be forgiven”

They’d do a little bit of clothing control too- tae stealing the m/c’s panties when she’s being too much of a tease, selecting her outfits and doing her makeup for her 🥰 only to ruin it later. Setting her up with very sexual tasks to complete. like making her cockwarm a dildo while she sits in her puppy bed, or wearing a vibrator around the house for a set amount of time, and if anyone finds out she’s wearing it or if she cums she’s not allowed to cum for a full week. Very creative ways of edging her. I know I’ve said that tae is the least kinky out of all of them, but that’s because she only discoveres her kinky ness with the m/c 🥺

[softerbrambles]

You know what's up.

Ghost/Knight (Player)

Mischievous Ler

Sneak attacks, Cheer up tickles, Interrogation tickles, they do all the tickles

Size is both a strength and a weakness

They don't tease since they're mute so typically it's just a silent tickle session (which is torture for a select few bugs)

Usually not a lee since they just Dash, Mantis claw, Crystal dash, any other technique away from them.

So usually they choose to be tickled

Loves tummy tickles

Laugh comes out as a bunch of chirps

Like this https://www.google.com/url?sa=t&source=web&rct=j&url=https://m.youtube.com/watch%3Fv%3D5Q0_3rkSY30&ved=2ahUKEwiTsvjsvIf1AhVwjIkEHZnDB_8QwqsBegQIHxAF&usg=AOvVaw1-wZ8eHxwTEMDcJWwlHjzR (start at 1:49)

Not one person is safe from them

They've already killed gods obviously they wouldn't be afraid to tickle them

Worst spots: Tummy, Knees, Sides

Quirrel

Ler leaning switch

Goes gentle most of the time

Only when the lee wants more rough things, or is being a brat does he go harder

Usually it doesn't matter however since Quirrel is a master at teases

The teases do nearly all the work despite his gentler style

Really just wants his lee to enjoy themselves and have fun

As a lee?

God he's so fucking soft

Teases are fun for him only a few specific ones fluster him

But if it's silent tickle session (Like with Ghost) he can't handle it

Somehow flusters himself

Starts off as gentle giggles, then increases into wheezy cackles

Worst spots: Tummy, Underarms, Neck.

Gotta love that big tummy

Tiso

Switch, Switchity, Switch Switch

Tiso absolutely loves wrecking people but quickly will get overpowered by his lee and consequently get wrecked

But in the brief moments he manages to be the ler he's AWFUL

His teases are ruthless and cocky, he's not afraid to go hard and often starts on one of your worst spots and to top it all off, he's an ANT

An ANT, with not only very tickly mandibles, but also capable of carrying something 3 times its size you ain't getting up once he pins you

But that isn't much of a problem when the cocky bastard will release his hold on you to put his hands on his hips as he declares victory

Usually once he sees your getting worn out

But that means you can trick him

And despite the fact he could easily throw you off him, he seemingly forgets this fact the moment you pins him

And let me be clear when I say that this buffoon Absolutely. Positively. CANNOT Take what he dishes out.

He dies to teasing and can't for the life of him say the t-word when in a lee mood

And he's a sensitive little bitch

Almost any spot can quickly send him into a cackling fit

And all his strength vanishes when you tickle him

Also yeah he definitely flails and kicks like a mad man

Worst spots: Sides, Underarms, Thighs, And antenna.

Also his chin and neck is a melt spot he will quite literally purr if you lightly tickle there

Hornet

Not really into it

She's not big on affection in general so this is not her area of expertise

But when she does get involved

By the gods Run

She's a ruthless ler

Not good at teasing intentionally but will do it unintentionally quite a bit

(Using Tiso as an example cause Lee man)

"Hold still, stop squirming"

"God what are you a grub, you sure squirm like one."

Also makes out loud notes of tickle spots and for the people who hate the t-word (TISO) it sucks

She's not lee very often

Not too ticklish and again doesn't want affection

(Or so she says)

She'll entertain Ghost, Hollow, a few of the other vessels who lived, every now and then

But aside from that she says "no."

And people have tried and failed numerous times

Doesn't really have bad spots so much as favorite spots so

Sides, neck, stomach

Hollow

Confused lee

At this point in time there still very injured but that didn't stop Ghost

Of course they were careful but it was very sad when they had to EXPLAIN what tickling was to them

(Screw Pale King)

Either way they still don't know to much about it so they are yet to be a proper ler or get involved in a tickle fight

For now it's mostly them asking Ghost or whoever else is watching them for tickles and getting warmed up

Later timeline them is a sickly sweet ler tho

Since their so big they definitely will cradle their lee

Loves soft tickles both giving and receiving

Worst spots: Ribs, Knees, neck

(I just like the idea of them having really sensitive joints after being chained up for so long)

Cloth

Very fun ler

They love starting tickle fights or tickle games

They just want it to be fun for both parties and they most definitely succeed on that front

Teases are very fun for them Usually its in the form of compliments and encouragement but flustering remarks aren't off the table either

Cloth isn't that much of a lee similar to Hornet but they aren't nearly as opposed to it

They are more outwardly enjoying and hard to fluster

Has a very loud boisterous laugh like in game

Worst spots: Palms, Tummy Thighs

(Only the first addition of this I'll do a follow up with more characters later :))

#Hk tickle #headcanon #Psy talks

[blackcatfromthevoid]

Remember the Time

Wolf x Reader

[*Note: My attempt at actually writing a fanfic wow. Have fun. Feedback is appreciated]

Originally when you first met Wolf, he acted like a cranky old grandpa. He's still a grump but just less than when you first met. Still even after all the time that has passed that the both of you been together, you were still in awe that somehow someway you managed to be with an alien. Often you found yourself fondly reminiscing about the past you shared with him.

It was a morning like any other. You were snuggled comfortably next to him. He was turned away from you his large body softly breathing. You simply observe his form and start to reminisce. Thinking back to the first time you met Wolf, you start remembering the circumstances that lead to where you were now.  

You were working the night shift at the corner store. It was mind numbingly slow as usual. There were hardly ever any customers that would ever come in after sundown. You spent your shift mainly contemplating why this job even had a night shift or just looking at your phone. Bored out of your mind you decide to take some time to stand outside for some fresh air since it wasn't like there was going to be any customers anyways. Little did you there was a unexpected "customer" lurking around outside.

That’s when it jumps down in front of you, scaring you half to death. You had no idea what that thing was at the time but you didn't care to find out. You simply wanted to get as far away from it as possible. You desperately try and scramble back into the store. But that thing was much faster and stronger than you. It tripped you with it's long tail. Face to face with it now you saw it bare it's sharp metallic teeth. Saliva drooled from it's mouth like it was starving and you were a delicious meal.

This was the end you thought. You closed your eyes preparing for the final blow but it never comes. Before it had the chance to eat your face, something knocks it off you. You didn't know what just happened but you were just thankful that whatever or whoever it was got that thing away from you.

Frantically you run back into the store. You were on your way to lock yourself in the back rooms. Before you got there though you hear the store windows shatter. You hoped that beast that just attacked you wasn't back. Instinctively you jump behind the counter only peaking your head above slightly.

Peering from your hiding spot you see the beast that just tried to attack you laid out on the floor. It look badly hurt and was bleeding some strange looking blood. It tries to get back up but then you see Wolf walking in towards the beast. This was the first time you saw ever him.

You see Wolf deliver the finishing blow to the beast . It lets out a awful screech as it dies. After it's dead the Wolf puts some strange glowing blue goo over it's corpse. Whatever that stuff was made the body melt completely as if it wasn't there in the first place. Then Wolf just disappears before your eyes like a ghost.

You didn’t dare to move from your hiding spot. You were frozen in place and thought you were losing your mind. It was daybreak before you decided to even move. The store was still a mess from the event that transpired a few hours before. You didn't stick around to clean the mess up instead you got out of there as fast as you could. You knew that you'd have to explain the mess to your manager but you didn't care, you were going to quit anyway. 

Somehow you crossed paths with him again. It was only a couple days after the incident happened. Maybe it was crappy luck or maybe it was fate but yet again you got mixed up in a pack of those beasts again. Wolf was there fighting a whole pack of those things. Watching him fight was pretty cool you had to admit, but it was not the time to admire him.

One of the beasts knocked a what looked like a gun from his hand during the fight. You saw it and managed to scurry over to it. You had saw how the beasts were surrounding him. Somehow you managed to fire the weapon killing one that was sneaking up behind him.

You were scared as hell during the whole ordeal not even realizing that you killed a beast yourself. Wolf of course notice what you did, he only let out a growl. Before you knew it he dealt with the other beasts and left. You were shocked you were still alive, even more shocked that you managed killed an alien and helped another. Little did you know at the time, this would not be the last time you two would cross paths.

You think back fondly of the next time you two met. You smile and let out a giggle thinking about it. Wolf looks back at you letting out a slight grumble.

"What are you laughing about little ooman?" He says.

"Oh I was just thinking about some things..." You reply. Your hand wanders playfully towards his dreadlocks. You let your hand gently caress them, making Wolf purr in the process.

You continued, "I was just remembering how we met..."

"Oh?" He says inquisitively. He turns towards you stopping your caressing of his dreads. He scoots you closer to him so now your head is resting upon his muscular arm. Wolf lets his other arm wrap around you and push you closer to his chest. Despite being with him for as long as you had, being this close to him still made you blush.

"What time were you thinking so fondly of?" He questions.

You chuckle,"Well I was thinking about the first time you let me care for you. Despite all the growling you did you still let me help patch you up."

"I remember that vividly, what's so humorous about that time?" He questions.

"It's just that back then you acted like a cranky grandpa," You say with a big smile.

"You still kind of act like that with me now," you said giggling.

Wolf doesn't say anything back and only grumbles at you. It's not the first time he's heard you say this nor the last. At this point he finds it endearing despite seeming annoyed every time you say it. On the other hand you find his grumbling cute in a way. He always does that when he gets annoyed, which is fairly often. He was grumpy by nature and you absolutely loved it. It made teasing him fun.

Even though you have lived with him for so long, moments like this with him were rare. He was either gone or busy most of the time so you savored times like this. You wrap one arm around his torso, cuddling him even closer to you, savoring the moment. You were definitely going to look back fondly on this moment.

#alien vs predator #predator #avp #yautja #monster lover #wolf predator #exophilia #terato #my writing

[yan-twst]

Thank you for all your hcs! Can i request non yan hcs for idia, lilia, and silver’s reactions to their partner who wants their characters in a game to marry for special benefits like duo moves and matching outfits? But then later on they make a comment about how it can be a stepping stone to marrying in real life 🎮

idia shroud

idia is no stranger to marriage perks in certain games. he’s never been a fan of them; multiplayer games are fine, and guilds are all good and dandy, but he just doesn’t like the idea of having to ask a random stranger on the game to marry him even if it’s for perks. it’s- it’s really embarrassing, ok?

but when his partner asks him if he can log into a game they play because of a “special marriage campaign”, it’s entirely different. of course it’s different- this is his partner, someone he already knows and loves; but that doesn’t mean that he’s entirely composed either

it’s just a game it’s just for the perks why is he so worked up- idia seems to get flustered enough one would almost think he was considering a real-life proposal. his lover can tell, too (it’s not too hard to notice when idia is stressed), and it’s almost... adorable how much thought he seems to put into an in-game wedding that really just consists of going through some dialogue prompts and getting an item that’s really not that rare

one would think that with how used to video games he is, that the whole ordeal would just go over his head as another event to clear for some in-game cosmetics and moves- in practice there’s not that big of a difference between this and other multiplayer duo events in the game- but... it’s clear he’s flustered over it, as silly as he feels about it

it’s so hard to not tease him about it, but idia’s lover knows that if they comment on idia’s adorable seriousness over the game event, he’ll get all pouty and depressed. still, when the actual wedding event is going on and both avatars are in wedding attire, they can’t help but make a fateful comment;

“i wonder if our real wedding will look something like this” is enough of a comment to make idia short circuit, and that’s a big feat, because usually once he picks up the controller he zeroes in on the game to a degree where it’s almost impossible to get his attention

“y-you can’t just say that...! that’s- our wedding would... look cooler.” the way idia’s voice slowly dies down as he speaks, probably choked out of embarrassment, is adorable. to anyone who wasn’t familiar with him, they’d probably find it hurtful he’s so tense and clumsy at the topic of marriage, but his partner knows better. idia’s flustered attitude at the subject isn’t brought around because the student dislikes the thought of being united to his lover; by now, they can tell that he’s overwhelmed in a positive way. it’s easy to see the gears turning in his head in the way he grips his controller, face red as he glances at them and then at the screen (to a not very interesting wedding event, but hey, it’s a free event and it’s just to unlock some skins and duo combat moves so it’s alright for what it is). he shyly scoots closer to them; whatever he was going to say before, he’s too flustered to continue saying, but the way he lets go off the controller with one hand to place it around his beloved’s shoulder perhaps speaks louder than any words he could stutter out in his current state.

lilia vanrouge

ohoho? marriage in a game? how advanced times are!

of course, this is just lilia poking fun at his lover. he’s well aware of the marriage event- he tends to play games way into the night, and it just so happened he was online during midnight when the event announcement dropped. 

in good vanrouge fashion, he takes every chance to tease his partner, at least a little. he might make a big deal out of it all, chuckling about “how quickly time flies” and how “just yesterday he was teaching them how to play the game and now they’re marrying”

despite marriage being a bit different in concept between fae and humans, lilia has been around for a long, long time. he doesn’t really need any explanation on the human concept of marriage, nor does he need any explanation on the concept of marrying in-game by exchanging some mildly rare rocks and mashing through some dialogue prompts to obtain some items and some skins

and yet somehow he’s still caught off-guard; when his partner chuckles and comments about how perhaps in the future they’ll marry just like they’re doing in-game now, lilia’s heart jumps a little. for once he doesn’t immediately have a playful response ready

he almost feels like he’s a thousand years younger, a lovesick teen again, with how his heart seems to melt into warm honey at those words. lilia doesn’t often think of the future- he’s learnt to live in the present, to focus on the things that are with him (because perhaps in some time, they won’t be there anymore); but he allows himself to imagine being wed to his beloved, and it warms his heart

the way he almost drapes himself over his partner, cooing about how sweet they are and burying his head into the crook of their neck is perhaps a good symbol of how surprisingly moved by the comment he is. lilia is a family-centric guy: he can’t help but get sappy at the thought of marriage, and he doesn’t care if the comment about it originated from some video game event

“i wonder if you’d prefer a human or a fae wedding. this game seems to be very much based on wedding rites from various lands” lilia’s talking about the game, but the way he nuzzles into his partner and the tone of his voice clearly seem to indicate that he’s not really thinking about the game, but rather imagining an actual wedding. surely later he’ll go back to the game to test out the new moves and try on the wedding skins- he is pretty obsessed with the game after all- but at the moment, his brain is too focused on other things to even truly think of the game. if lilia could purr, he’d surely be doing so: he’s always been keen on incorporating his lover into his odd little family with malleus and silver (and even sebek, to an extent), but there’s something about them being the one to bring up marriage first that makes his heart flutter. “remind me to teach you about weddings in the valley of thorns. i’d like to see if the wedding rites from your homeland could be mixed with those...”

silver

silver may not be too keen on video games, preferring to spend his valuable awake time studying or training. games are fun, sure- he often sees his own father stay up until the crack of dawn mashing away at a controller, or spots malleus playing with that weird egg-shaped virtual pet thing- but silver finds that whenever he tries to play for his own enjoyment, he tends to fall asleep with the controller or console in his hands

but he also considers spending time with his partner as an important part of his day, and so when they ask him if he could make an account on some game they play so he could help them out to complete an event, he agrees, despite knowing he probably won’t play much outside of lending said help

he’s visibly flustered and confused when his partner explains that he’s essentially going to be marrying them in the game.  he might have played some games here and there, or watched lilia play from time to time, but he’s never heard of getting married in a game...?

it’s not that he doesn’t understand; ok, it makes sense to unlock things for completing something in the game, sure. he just can’t help but feel a little bit shy, and more so feel incredibly silly for being shy over a game wedding

still, he almost seems to try and take on the game event like it’s one of his serious tasks, with how his brow furrows as he accompanies his partner to go and collect the needed resources and as he carefully reads the dialogue instead of smashing the ‘a’ button to get it over with. it’s clear he’s trying to distract himself from his initial flustering by trying to take in the game event as serious work

... and all of that lasts until his partner makes a comment on how “getting married in the game won’t measure up to getting married in real life”. that’s when he nearly drops the controller and feels his face heat up

his idea of a wedding is quite quaint and at the same time fantasy-like. he’s never actually attended a wedding, but he remembers lilia reading story books to him and how the stories always seemed to end with the valiant knight having a beautiful wedding with his beloved. he can’t help but imagine himself in that situation, imagining those storybook weddings but instead of it being the valiant knight protagonist and his love interest it’s him and his lover- the thought is almost... dizzying, in a good way

“don’t let the old man, hear you talking about marriage, or he’s going to go insane and start planning the wedding now.” silver leans to the side, pressing closer to his lover’s body as they continue advancing through the wedding event. although his words aren’t particularly romantic, there’s something in his tone that’s soft, almost delicate; without even looking, his lover can easily tell silver’s flushed, his pale skin and white hair making the blush stand out. he’s not wrong- they can easily imagine lilia going absolutely bonkers at the thought of his son’s wedding, and it elicits a giggle from them. he seems to find the thought equally as hilarious (though he can say with certainty that when time comes to let lilia help with the wedding prep he’ll surely get a headache from it all), as he presses a chaste kiss to their cheek. “... but when time comes, i promise we’ll have a beautiful wedding.”

#twst #twisted wonderland #idia shroud #lilia vanrouge #silver twst #Anonymous