#he could easily not be straight as well and just not out of the closet bc he hasn't had any public relationships as of yet
Did you see this picture yet? The first thing I realized was Michael's hand on David's back and their lovely smiles.
Hello! Yes, I did certainly see this group picture that was posted this morning, after every other picture had been posted. This is from Georgia's Insta, so for those who haven't seen the original post, here is a screenshot, along with a close-up of Michael and David, so we can see a little better:
It seems that Georgia's hashtag has been causing some confusion due to her use of an idiomatic expression, so for non-native speakers, the word "tits" has multiple meanings--colloquially, it's another word for breasts, but in British slang, a "tit" also refers to someone who is a fool or an idiot. So Georgia is saying here that she has tits, Anna has tits, and Michael and David are a pair of "tits" (idiots), which gives us the number three.
I did notice and enjoy that there is a "beading" theme to this picture, between David's suit and Anna's dress. I actually very much like her dress and how flattering it is, and it's something I would wear myself, although probably in a different color than white. I also love the way David's jacket sparkles, and there is something about him wearing it while standing next to Michael (who looks one box of bleach away from Aziraphale) that makes it have even more of a "the angel and the Starmaker" vibe to it. Because it's them. You know?
That was a large part of the impression I had of this picture, as it were. Of there being two distinct couples here, but perhaps not the couples you'd assume. It actually reminds me a lot of the picture that the four of them took in Lapland last year, which also looked like two gay couples rather than two straight ones. They all seem to look very comfortable in this arrangement as well, in a way that I felt was somewhat absent from a few of the pictures that were posted yesterday.
To your point, though, I did notice Michael's hand on David, and the warmth that radiated out just from that single touch. His hand is also noticeably low on David's waist, which echoes how we've seen Michael with his arm around David in the past, and is a lovely complement to David's hand being near Michael's neck. Michael's hair is also a bit disheveled compared to the red carpet photos, and I love the idea of it being messed up from a snogging session he and David were having in a coat closet before the girls pulled them out for a pic. Actually possible? Maybe, maybe not. But it's still a delicious thought.
Another thing I noticed is that there is something to the way Michael and David draw the eye in this picture. Georgia and AL are posing/smiling in the same exact way they do in every group picture...although unlike the others, this one wasn't a selfie, and so I wonder if that could be why they seem to be giving off a sense of discomfort to the camera. With Michael and David, the feeling is more one of hesitation. The warmth and crackliness and connection is still there, of course, but it's also almost as if they're holding back, somehow. Which doesn't seem very much like them, at least from what we've all see over the years.
It is a nice picture overall, though, which makes it unfortunate that Georgia's caption sort of takes away from the moment a bit. And given that she's been in the habit of adding these types of cutting comments/tags to a lot of her recent posts, it feels less like "British humor" and more like knowingly taking a dig at Michael and David. She could have just as easily posted the group pic without the hashtag, so at least for me, that's what makes her using it feel so deliberate.
So those are my thoughts on the Oliviers group picture. I am glad that we actually did get one of Michael and David, and to know that they did have the chance to interact at the event. I'd love to hear what other folks think as well, so feel free to add your perspective in the comments. Thanks for writing in! x
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baby, you’re a drunk mess
fluff 𐙚 established relationship 𐙚 idol!wonwoo x fem!reader 𐙚 wc: 958
. . . being drunk is not that bad when you have wonwoo to take care of you
wonwoo knew exactly how this night would end the second he received a message from seungcheol, inviting you over for a drink. it never ended with only a drink.
„baby, lean on me,” wonwoo grabbed you tighter by your waist, as you stumbled over your own feet, trying to act as if you weren't totally waisted. “i’m going to kill mingyu for making her play that drinking game”.
„m’ fine,” you mumbled. „see, i can walk on m’ own,” you took his hand that was resting on your hip, and shoved it away, taking a step forward. wonwoo smirked at your weak attempt to push him away, considering you were drunk out of your mind, but your confidence that you were so much stronger than him was truly comical. he knew he shouldn’t have let you go, but maybe if you eventually ran into a wall or something you’d cooperate better because there was no way he’d get you home with you acting like this.
wonwoo could only shake his head in amusement, while following your every slow step. there was no way he’d actually let you fall. „you’re doing great, sweetie, but let me help you, hm?” you whipped your head around, glaring at him. „i can do it,” you hiccuped, „on m’ own,” you said, but as you took another step, you stumbled once again, falling right back into your boyfriend’s embrace.
„are you done?” he shifted you around, so he could hold you properly, taking most of your body weight on him. you nodded, and put your hands around his bicep, finally calming down. wonwoo slowly started walking towards your apartment, holding you tenderly, and even though he didn't have to see your drooping eyelids, he could feel your energy dropping with every step.
somehow he managed to open the door and get you to the bed without either of you falling over. "okay, now let's lie down," he said quietly so as not to startle you, seeing that you were already half asleep. you nodded weakly, and with his help, you finally managed to lie on the bed.
wonwoo stroked your head gently and kissed your slightly sweaty forehead before turning on the bedside lamp next to the bed so he could turn off the main light and enflug your room into soft darkness.
„wonwoo,” you called softly.
„i’ll be right back baby, we have to wipe your makeup off.”
after turning off the light, he quickly went to the bathroom where he took all the things he would need to put you to sleep. "i'm coming," he said, grabbing one of his t-shirts and hoodies from the closet in case you were cold at night (especially since he knew that when you were drunk you became clingier and wearing his clothes always made you so happy).
he put all the things on the bed and grabbed your hands. "come on honey, you need to change." happy that you were cooperating so much better than you were fifteen minutes ago, he easily helped you change into his clothes and placed you back on the pillows so he could wash off your makeup.
“you don't have to do this, wonwoo,” you whispered, but when he placed a cotton pad on your face, you closed your eyes and sighed, grateful that you had someone who could take care of you so well. "Was I very insufferable today?"
wonwoo didn’t even move, he just continued to focus on your face, slowly removing more of the makeup from your face. "you're never insufferable," he said. "don't ever say that."
"i know, but i feel like i ruined your night because you have to take care of me and-"
"do you want me to get mad at you?" he asked sharply, looking straight into your tired eyes. "you didn't ruin my night. being with my brothers and you at the same time is the biggest gift from the universe, no matter how drunk you are. i'm your boyfriend, i'm here to take care of you, just like you take care of me ,” he said, throwing out a used cotton pad. "should i remind you how many things you do for me when i'm busy at work? how you prepare my food for rehearsals, and how you do my laundry when i'm too tired to do it? when you listen to me complain for hours about how exhausted i am?"
"baby, drunk or not, i will always take care of you, and not because i have to, or because it's my duty, but because i love you," he said with sincerity in his eyes, and despite your not-so-sober state, you didn't miss his look full of love. "seeing you having fun with my friends means everything to me." you nodded slightly in understanding. what did you do to deserve jeon wonwoo?
"okay, make-up removed, clothes changed, do you need anything else?"
"maybe water?"
"of course, let’s just get you under the covers."
after covering you up, wonwoo went out to the kitchen to get a glass of water and painkillers for tomorrow morning and returned to your bedroom.
“okay, now we can-,” his words faltered when he saw you already asleep, your hand on his pillow, and you snuggled into yours. he placed the glass and pills on your bedside table quietly, and turned off the light before lying on his side of the bed, lifting your hand and placing it on his stomach. almost as if you knew in your sleep that he was next to you, you placed your head on his chest, treating it like your new, comfy pillow.
"i'm a drunk mess," you whispered after a while, kissing his jaw.
"yes. but you're my drunk mess."
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indirect continuation of this sun kiss drabble
you were being tailed for quite some time now.
you noticed by accident—a strange shadow in the corner of your eye as you made your way through the pizzaplex after hours for your nightly tasks. it was gone almost as soon as you'd turned your head to look at where it'd been. at first you figured you were just seeing things—maybe the shadows cast by the bright neon lights were playing tricks on you. maybe the late hours walking around the massive mall were making you tired.
but when you started to feel the prickle of your hairs standing straight—the burn of a gaze watching your every move—you realized exactly what you were dealing with. or rather, who.
"moon, why are you following me?" you sighed out sometime halfway through your shift, stopping in your trek to the arcade room to fix a few broken machines. hands placed on your hips, you looked up at the ceiling and tried to make out any odd shadows or faint gleams of metal. but when moon didn't want to be found, well... you could spend your entire night looking for him and you wouldn't be able to catch even the smallest of glimpses.
you waited patiently for a few moments, surveying around you in case he'd reveal himself. "moon, i know you're there." silence, complete and utter silence. you gave him another minute, then let out a huff. fine, if he wanted to mess with you tonight, whatever. it wasn't like you weren't used to it.
just as you took another step in the direction of the arcade, you heard it. the faintest, faintest jingle of a bell somewhere to your left. your head snapped in that direction, eyes moving from the polished floor of the pizzaplex to the darkest corners of the ceiling. there was a supply closet not too far from you, its door closed. you squinted at it suspiciously for a moment, then turned to make your way back t—
"boo."
you yelped—of course you fucking yelped—and swung at moon's upside-down face out of instinct more than anything. he was directly in front of you—nearly nose to nose in a way where you only really saw the redness of his eyes swallowing you whole. he dodged your punch easily, lifting himself up into the air with his wire so that your fist passed harmlessly under his dangling hat.
you exhaled harshly, your heart pounding away in your chest and your ears. it felt like you'd gotten the life sucked out of you. "you—!! gah! stop doing that!!" you huffed and straightened up to glare at him. you didn't think it was all too intimidating in his eyes.
he chuckled, a low thing that always made something in your gut feel strange, and said no more. only watched you from where he hung upside down in a pose reminiscent of a past spiderman movie. you eyed him, waiting to see if he'd say anything else. but when he didn't—his head clicking side to side ever so minutely—you frowned.
"what's wrong?" you asked bluntly. his head cocked to the left. "why have you been sulking around me all night?"
moon grumbled something indecipherable. "wasn't sulking."
"was too. what gives?" you pressed further, crossing your arms across your chest. he looked away, avoiding your gaze, and you knew something was bothering him. "you hadn't done that in a while. i thought we were past the 'stalking' part and on the, y'know, 'hanging out like friends do' part."
he only hummed shortly and turned his faceplate to look somewhere off to the side—at the door of the closed storage closet. your foot tapped against the smooth floor for a bit, waiting once more to see if he'd say anything. he didn't.
"moooon, c'mon use your big boy words." you approached him, popping back into his view so he wouldn't have any choice but to look at you. "i can't help you if you don't tell me what's wrong." your words were gentle like a soft, spring breeze.
there was the slightest flicker of his optics as he glanced at your face. then he made a low sound—a groan of sorts—and seemed to struggle with saying something. your patience knew no bounds, so you were willing to wait however long it took for him to spill those pesky feelings of his. but when he only fell silent once more, you decided that this wasn't going to go anywhere.
"okay, fine"—you threw up your hands and turned on your heel so you could return to your actual job—"you don't wanna tell me, that's fine. i'll just go back to—"
you barely got a few steps away before your words were cut off by the back of your shirt being tugged on. your head craned back just in time to see moon flip himself down from his wire—landing nimbly on his feet, quiet as a mouse. and then he was dragging you towards the supply closet.
"hey! moon what—" you were crowded into the closet with little flair, tripping and stumbling over yourself no thanks to moon's tight grip on your shirt. the door closed behind you with a small snap. and suddenly you were in darkness, illuminated only by the soft glow of moon's ruby eyes. you blinked widely in the hopes of getting your vision to adjust faster.
your foot accidentally kicked a bucket somewhere to your side, sending it rattling onto the floor. it was cramped in here, especially with moon's lanky figure pressing against your front. his hands gripped tightly along your upper arms. you could feel shelves stocked with cleaning supplies pressing uncomfortably into your back. there was hardly any room to move.
you felt small—overpowered. caged in with the only exit blocked off by an unrelenting robot.
you stared up at moon with what you hoped was a flat expression, his face and upper arms just barely visible to you in this absolute void of a closet. "what are you doing." it felt like you couldn't speak any louder than a whisper for fear of breaking something you could not see.
moon's gaze trailed over your face, cataloguing every feature, before it landed on— on.... your mouth suddenly felt like it was stuffed with cotton, dry and unpleasant.
"you..." he suddenly spoke up in a quiet, raspy murmur, leaning himself down further into your space. it allowed the strain on your neck to abate slightly. "you and sun..." you slowly nodded your head, maybe as a way to encourage him to continue when it was obvious how hesitation lined his voice. "...you gave him a kiss."
your heart picked up its pace, thrumming in your ears. you did give him one some time ago—saved only from his strange pestering when the daycare's lights had switched off and you were able to escape during his painful-sounding transformation into moon. you hadn't seen him since, too rattled by his intense insistence. it made you feel... weird. "i did. and?"
"i... would also like one." the words came out in a rush—like he was forcing them out in a hurried exile.
something burned ferociously at the sides of your face and neck. you wondered if he could hear how erratic your pulse was. you hoped not.
"is that why you forced us into this dinky closet?" you whispered, refusing to let yourself sound anything but casual. like his request wasn't causing something torrential to swarm around in the pit of your stomach. you were suddenly reminded that their dual A.I.s allowed them both to see what was happening no matter who was in control. that moon had been watching sun demand a kiss from you before. and that sun was watching now.
you swallowed heavily and moon's gaze followed the bob of your throat in a manner that made you suppress a shiver.
"yes," was his simple, hushed reply. closer and closer, his face was but a hair's breadth away from your own.
your breaths bated. you closed your eyes for a short moment in a vain attempt to collect yourself. his request was simple. you didn't need to make a big deal out of it. it was just a kiss, and he was just a robot. it didn't mean anything. the words became a mantra in your head.
you exhaled, low and slow. "okay." an agreement that weighed more than you realized at that moment.
curiosity is not a sin, you reminded yourself. but yet— you were being forced to face something you knew would have repercussions. you only hoped it wouldn't be anything strong.
after bolstering yourself with as much courage as you could, you raised yourself up on your tiptoes to close that minute distance between you and moon. to press a gentle kiss to his forehead and hope that it would be enough for him.
but moon— moon had learned from sun.
and before you could realize what he was doing, he shifted himself forward in a rather fluid manner—towards you. so that your lips would land soundly in the middle of his static smile instead of where you'd intended. something leapt up in your chest.
you weren't sure what you'd expected. fireworks and confetti? the soft plushness of another person's lips pressing back against yours? had your mind been tricked into thinking it would be something familiar with his facsimile of a mouth? but no, there was just the cool solidness of a metallic smile. it was like kissing a wall—immovable and unyielding.
and yet... and yet it wasn't.
for the grip moon had on you was tight. tight tight tight. unwilling to let you go. his hands had shifted so that one pressed hotly (hotly? your hazy mind registered distantly) against the small of your back while the other wrapped around your shoulders. and he held you so fervently. like he could press you into him and meld you both into one. like he was scared to ever let you go.
and that was enough, you think, as you lose yourself not to a kiss, but to a hold. that was enough.
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I literally cried so much reading Angel Eyes but it's so beautifully writen i loved it! >.< Please tell me u have some happy scenes from them🥺
The Honeymoon
𓆩♡𓆪 Part of the angel eyes! au but can be read as a stand alone.
𓆩♡𓆪WC: 1.4k
𓆩♡𓆪In my head happy means smutty! lol enjoy
Content Warning: Smut! Honeymoons, fucking making love, jk can't last, oral sex (f! receiving), begging, desperate, dom! jk, making out, alcohol consumption, unprotected sex (newly weds smh), mentions of public sex, reader is a bit bratty (but jk kinda likes it), light teasing.
The moment the two of you return to your suite from your couple's massage you immediately jump face down onto the bed of rose petals that are redone for you and Jungkook every night of your stay at the all-inclusive resort.
Your honeymoon suite was simply stunning. It was your own little bungalow with an ocean-side view of the very private island the hotel was on with your neighbours being more than 50 yards away.
You couldn't believe you went from saving a view like this into your Pinterest board and now you were looking at it first hand, although it couldn't beat the sight of your handsome husband who groaned a sigh of relief as he walked into the room behind you, leaving his crutches against the wall.
Rubbing his neck he praises the service he'd just received, "Goddamn, I think that's the best massage I've ever had--and I've been doing physio for almost a year and a half."
You weren't listening to him.
His skin was absolutely glowing, it must've been the oil they used or maybe Jungkook was just naturally this radiant. Your husband is hot as fuck, you wouldn't put it past him.
"What's that face?" Jungkook looks down at you with an arched brow. Just when you thought he couldn't get any hotter. In his stupid tropical palm-tree-themed button-down that was left open over the white wife beater that hugged his buff chest a little too well.
Your thoughts had gone straight to a sinful place and you were going to make sure to take Jungkook down with you. There's no way he didn't know what he was doing.
It felt like he'd been teasing you all day, from the way he licked the syrup off his fingers at breakfast to the way he moaned softly every so often during the massage.
"Want you to fuck me." You say, on your back, legs spreading on their own accord letting the flimsy material of your sundress give him a brief sight of the black thong that left little to the imagination.
He clears his throat, suddenly fanning his face. You'd never been this bold before. Even with all the sneaky hospital hand jobs and the quickies in storage closets, he'd never seen you get like this before. So... desperate.
"Yeah? What am I supposed to do about that?" His voice was smooth like butter and oozing with confidence. You pout and he just wants to kiss you, "Fine. I'll do it myself." You quip, dropping your hand down between your legs, but before they could even make contact, a strong hand is gripping your wrist.
"What's your problem today? You've been short-tempered all day." He walks towards you, close enough to be standing between your open legs. "Oh, like you don't know." You scoff and suddenly there's a light spank to your outer thigh where your dress had rolled up.
A whorish whine rumbles from your throat, never wanting to admit how much that turned you on. "Be nice." He warns and you roll your eyes, taking a deep breath before your head turns to the side, facing out the window to the beautiful ocean that reflected the setting sun.
"You've been teasing me all day, licking your fingers this morning, then moaning during the massage." Jungkook had to laugh. You were just so cute when you got like this, he could get used to it.
Carefully working you out of your underwear as he spoke, "I had no idea you got so hot and bothered this easily. Is this all it takes?" Bunching up your dress in his hands and pushing it to pool around your stomach as he slowly drops to his knees.
"Let me make it up to you," He purrs, and you can feel the warm air from his lips hit your center sending chills to creep up your spine.
With such little time to react to the feeling of his tongue working skillfully along your wet pussy your hands reached down for his hair, tugging gently. "Oh fuck, that feels so good." Your voice was airy and breathless as your eyes closed, too caught up in the pleasure to keep them open.
Jungkook was a passionate pussy eater, always has been, and always will be. Some guys try to overplay the role of being a 'giver' in bed, thinking it makes them some kind of next-level gentleman who deserves to be praised, but Jungkook was different.
He'd once come untouched just from eating you out and he couldn't look you in the eyes for a good two hours after that.
His soft grunts send a soundwave through your body and add an extra flame into your burning core, flooding with arousal. "Yeah, j-just like that." You moan, grip tightening in his hair and he has to stop his hips from grinding in the air.
His cock was throbbing beneath his shorts and it wanted nothing more than to find solace in the warm walls of your cunt. Meanwhile, he kept himself busy with the brutal pace he'd set with the wet, flat muscle in his mouth.
Flicking your clit rigorously until your moans became higher and more rapid. "Jungkook!-" Your chest began to dampen with sweat as it raised and fell with shallow breaths as you came undone on his tongue, but he refused to pull away until he'd licked up every drop.
Collecting the last of it on his fingers before standing and making lustful eye contact with you, sucking it off his fingers just as you'd imagined he would at breakfast this morning.
With haste, he shimmies out of the rest of his clothes while you toss your dress off to the side and out of mind. Your brain is only able to focus on the swollen head of his cock prodding at your entrance.
"My wife just has the prettiest pussy doesn't she?" The question was rhetorical, but the official title did things to you. It made you want to do bad bad things to him. The kinds of things that could put him back in that wheelchair.
Pushing in slightly then pulling out, the sounds from this action alone left you scatterbrained. "Jungkook. Please!" You begged, pursing your lips with displeasure and he chuckles.
With his arms caging you in at the sides of your head he pushed in, letting his arms leverage him down to drop a wet kiss on your lips, one that you hardly responded to.
Mouth slightly agape as your walls stretched around his girth, "Shit." You curse, "Are you okay? Let me know when I-" Cutting him off with your lips, making a sound of approval that prompted Jungkook to slowly rock his hips forward.
Your cunt sucked in every last inch of him until he bottomed out. "You feel so good, baby." He pants, the strained tone of his words telling you all you need to know.
He wasn't going to last long at all. Jungkook always tried his best to hold out as long as he could when he was with you, and he's sure he would have been able to before the accident but he just couldn't seem to control himself, especially not with you moaning beneath him like this.
"fuck-" He curses, rolling his hips into you with a steady pace. With every thrust your mind goes blank and your nose scrunches. It was a cute habit Jungkook hadn't noticed till recently. The way your nose would scrunch when you were close to your orgasm.
"I'm-" You warn and he grunts, hips rutting into you, deeper, slower.
"Look at me, Y/n." The use of your name was able to have your eyes fluttering to meet his. The eye contact was all too much for you, to look at him while you finished was overstimulating in every sense of the word.
All it took was one glance and you were moaning his name at the top of your lungs and reaching your climax, suddenly thankful that your neighbours were so far away. With one last squeeze of your walls around him, he felt his composure crumble, shooting his hot cum inside you.
Toppling down beside you. The both of you stare up at the ceiling with laboured breaths before turning to face each other.
"What if I just got you pregnant?" You snort, "You just always have something to say don't you?" He smiles, "I'm serious, you never know." Inching towards him, never breaking eye contact, "I think we can handle whatever life throws our way."
After the last year the two of you had gone through, that was most certainly true.
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hey how about skz reacting to reader being very quiet in bed? Haven't really seen anyone tackle that concept around here but I think you'd do it justice
SKZ - Reader is not very vocal in bed
a/n: aaah! thank you for the compliment! i feel so honored! this was so much fun to write, so i hope you enjoy it!
cws: gender neutral reader, nsfw, a lot of description of the noises someone can make in bed, lots of mentions of open communication about sex, mentions of past insecurites related to the reader not being vocal, mentions of (semi) public sex (chan, minho), mentions of praise (changbin), implied sub!jisung, shy felix turning confident, slight dom!seungmin, jeongin using porn as sexual education (please don't do this), mentions of being heard during sex (jeongin)
Chan: Today I'm here to tell you that he actually has the opposite issue, he is extremely vocal in bed. Dirty talk, moaning, some whines depending on the day. This man can not shut up to save his life. Don't get me wrong those noises are hot as fuck but please never try to have public sex with him, because you will get caught. So you not being extremely vocal in bed comes with the great advantage of you being able hear all the pretty noises he makes.
Minho: Oh, he doesn't mind at all. He is not that vocal either except for some low grunts and hums. Maybe some dirty words whispered in your ear if he feels like it. And neither of you being super vocal comes with one big advantage. When he invites you over to the company building to fuck you in one of the broom closets, he doesn't have to worry about you being caught due to you being so loud.
Changbin: He doesn't care that much. Not because he doesn't care about you receiving pleasure during sex but because he trusts you when you say that you enjoy what he is doing. And if you don't he always makes sure to give you enough space to comfortably voice your wishes. He will talk you through it though. Lot's of praising and sweet promises. Sometimes some soft whines, but he gets flustered if you mention it.
Hyunjin: Was thrown off by this in the beginning, because he relies heavily on sound in bed. He himself is kinda vocal, some very pretty moans and little compliments here and there. But he quickly got used to it. Learned to read your body language really well and knows what you enjoy from just the way your muscles twitch or your cheeks redden. He will check in on you here and there though just so he can really be sure that you love what's happening just as much as he does.
Jisung: Don't worry he is loud enough on his own for you to get a noise complaint from your neighbors. High-Pitched, whiny moans, swear words galore and sometimes a little bit of begging. A beautiful mix. But in all seriousness, he probably was a bit insecure at the very beginning, not sure how to read your body language, but he got used to it and now he can tell pretty easily what you like and what not.
Felix: He is also pretty loud in bed, but after realizing that you are not he just straight up asks you if that's normal for you, or if there is something that he could improve on. Doesn't mind it that much after he is sure that you enjoy what he does. But will sometimes check in on you just to be sure. Asking you if you like what he does between deep groans and soft moans. Will likely bury his head in your neck to hide some of his noises, as get's pretty flustered about them, but with just some gentle encouragement from your side, he slowly but surely gets a little more confident and almost cocky with it.
Seungmin: Oh, he makes sure you get vocal, but not in the way you think. He just asks you a ton of questions "You like this?" "Do you feel good?" "Do you want more?" And he definitely expects an answer. And when he is not asking you questions he is letting out some low grunts and he swears a lot. Overall he doesn't mind you being not that vocal. But just for his ego, he needs some sort of reassurance from you, but knows how to ask for that.
Jeongin: Poor baby Innie, was a bit confused in the beginning. After all, in the "educational videos'' he watched during his alone time, sex was always depicted as something very loud. So you not being vocal probably threw him off a bit. But he gets used to it pretty easily and actually starts appreciating it a bit, because that makes sneaky sex in the dorm so much easier. If he can control his noises though. Even though his super breathy moans and mumbled words are not very loud, they still sometimes get heard and the teasing he has to endure afterwards will scar him for life.
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Lets Make a Movie
Based off the dream I had of Schlatt asking to make a movie with him ;)
Schlatt opens the door to his expensive hotel he bought for a few nights. Letting you walk in behind him as you took in the room. It was huge, multiple rooms, a great view, everything a really nice hotel could have.
Schlatt and you parted ways to check out the room, Schlatt heading straight for the bedroom and noticing the wall wasn’t against anything, making him laugh. You would notice the closet, and the itty bitty flash light inside of it.
After exploring, Schlatt wanted to make a vlog about his room and how he just had to do it to piss off Ludwig. You assembled the small camera, and both of you walked around the room, showing off the weird and also nice 4k a night hotel room.
While recording outside for the last bit of it, you went from Schlatt to the view. Schlatt couldn’t help but take in your figure as the sun began to set in front of you, looking you up and down.
Taking your hips and pulling him close to you, he gave you a kiss on the neck. “So pretty ain’t it?” You’d say. “Well, not as pretty as you” Schlatt took one of your hands, turning you around to face him, your arms found themselves draped on his shoulders, still holding the camera.
Schlatt would look into your eyes, just so full of love, that’s when you remembered you were still recording. “Oh shit, let me turn this off.” Letting go of Schlatt to hit the record button to stop.
“Ya know sweetheart.” Schlatt would whisper, pulling you back in, taking the camera from your hands. “Lets make a movie together, ya know, something special for just us?”
His question was more of a statement, making you feel a certain way between your legs. Coming in close you’d whisper back “sounds fun to me baby.” Kissing his neck, making him let out a small groan between his lips.
Walking back inside, you’d lay yourself onto the bed, using your pointer finger to signal him to come to you. He’d place the camera on the bedside table, then put himself between your legs and began to kiss you. Sloppily making out as he would bite your lip, making you whine.
He’d kiss down your neck, stoping at the hem of your shirt before leaning up to tug at the bottom of it, you helped him by taking it off, letting him awe at your body still somewhat clothed.
He took forever with kissing, biting, and sucking on the fat of your breast, making your grab his hair as he did, unclamping your bra he’d take one breast into his hand, while the other sucked on, making your head roll back as his tongue licked on your sensitive nub.
You two got completely undressed, schlatt repositioned himself between your legs, seeing how slick your pussy was from just making out.
He’d look over at the bedside table. Remembering the camera being there before grabbing it and giving it to you. “Let’s start off with you recording me while I eat you out princess.” Kissing your lips and letting you turn the camera on, pressing record.
He’d position himself right above your core, taking time to kiss your thighs while looking into the camera. Taking this tongue he would swipe up your folds, making you let out a moan, and move the camera. “Keep still baby” he’d coo, going back to licking at your cunt, and sucking at your clit. Making you wrap your legs around his head.
He’d force your legs open easily though, diving deeper like he was starved. Stopping only occasionally to look up at the camera, your slick and his spit connecting you two.
“J.. baby, gonna cum” you’d whine, making schlatt smile against your folds. “Not yet sweetheart, I’ve only just gotten started.” He’d grab the camera from your grip, letting you rest your arms as he readjusted himself. He’s use one finger to tease your hole, making sure your pussy was on display for him. “So pretty, so perfect” he’d praise, slowly inserting a digit into your tight hole, curving it just right to lightly touch that sweet spot inside you.
He let you adjust, pumping his finger in and out a few times before adding a second, using his thumb to rub your clit as he finger fucked you.
Your whines would grow into moans, telling Schlatt how good it felt, how you were gonna cum. “Cum around my fingers princess” that was all you needed to hear before the tight feeling in your stomach would uncoil, pulsating around his fingers. He’d groan at feeling you tighten around him, fingering you through your high until slowly taking his fingers out, showing the camera how much slick was on his fingers.
Schlatt would position the camera to your face, making you suck on his fingers, tasting yourself as he recorded you. Once done he’d slap at your knee, letting you know to get up and move positions. Schlatt replacing where you were. On top of him you made out more before you slowly creeping your way down his body, taking your hand and wrapping it around the base of his cock, making his breath hitch.
Licking from base to tip you made him groan, licking at the drop of precum before taking him all into your mouth, and what you couldn’t get you’d use your hand. Bobbing up and down, the sound of your mouth around him making Schlatt buck his hips into you. “Fuck baby, look at the camera for me please” he’d beg, making you look up through your eyelashes as he grabbed onto your hair, looking through the camera lens seeing how perfect you looked.
You pop off his cock, spit connecting the two of you before schlatt would get up, “on your hands knees baby” you would do as told, arching your back for him to get the best angle possible for him to slip right inside you.
He’d record your ass, slapping it hard enough to leave a red handprint on it, then positioning himself to be lined up with your entrance.
He’d push in slowly, making you let out depraved moans feeling how big he was inside you. Schlatt would instinctively grab onto your hair, pulling it into a pony before slamming himself into you, making you squeal and grab the sheets below you.
“Love railing your from behind, god I love when your ass is up for me like this.” Moving the camera to his waist, seeing how his cock would go in and out of you and how your ass would jiggle from the momentum. Replacing his hand from your hair to your ass he would hold onto your hips, making his thrusts more deep.
Feeling him get sloppy with his thrusts you knew he was close, and so were you. “J please cum inside me, need you to fill me up” you’d say, trying to raise your head off of the bed enough for him and the camera to hear you. “Don’t worry baby, gonna-uh- fill you up so-uh- so much.”
His breathy tone in between speaking was like music to your ears, he’d get faster, making you come close to your high too. Both of you cuming together and letting out moans and whines of pleasure. Schlatt would cum deep inside you, painting your walls white with his seed, holding himself in place to make sure all of it was inside you before pulling out. Focusing the camera on your fucked cunt as his cum would seep out of your pretty hole. Ending the tape by slapping your ass again.
“Fuck, toots. That was so good” he said, rolling himself onto the bed looking up at the ceiling with his eyes half closed. “Gonna have to watch the recording and make sure it’s all good, or else we’ll have to do it again” you’d say, giggling looking at him beside you.
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Getting home from Japan he would watch that tape a lot, taking mental notes of how to get better angles of you or of him fucking into you. He’d even jerk off to it a few times if you were away for long periods of time. To say this would be your only movie together would be a lie, he’d ask to make another one a few months later.
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Japanese QL Corner
It's a quieter week as a few shows have just wrapped and the next wave hasn't started yet, but there is still Japanese ql airing, including what is shaping up to be an all time fav. Both of these current airing shows are on Gaga and I highly recommend watching!
Love is Better the Second Time Around
This show is so good, and so mature in exactly the way I hoped. And I don't mean mature as in explicit--there is sex in this show but it's not some wild heat level. It's mature in that it's a story about characters who know themselves, know what they want, and draw boundaries. Both Iwanaga and Miyata are going down as favorite characters for me; I especially love that Miyata is a more knowing and self aware spin on a really well known bl archetype (think Rain from LITA but if he actually knew exactly why he was reacting the way he was to Payu and was mad about it instead of just overwhelmed and confused). This week we got a lot deeper into his teenage hurt over Iwanaga and now have a firm understanding of why he's alternately giving into and resisting this attraction. I am looking forward to Iwanga figuring out how to repair the damage he caused and earn his trust back.
My Strawberry Film
This was easily my favorite episode so far of this meandering little show. Every week I am left wondering what exactly this drama is trying to say and be; it certainly doesn't feel like a bl. We have spent the vast majority of our time on doomed het romance while Ryo quietly pines for his oblivious friend in the background. But this week we finally got to know Minami outside of Hikaru's narrow gaze, and I like her a lot. Her scene with Ryo where they discussed their romantic woes and established each other as a safe zone was very sweet, and showed how perceptive she is about all these dynamics happening around her. I was discussing with @bengiyo whether the show is going for an aromantic read with her, and I'm not sure. I see the makings of it, but the presentation of her feelings on romance feels a bit muddled. I loved her calling Hikaru out on being self-centered and having absolutely no patience for his petty jealousy. Hikaru thinks he likes her, but he doesn't actually know her (or his own best friend). I liked the final scene between Ryo and Hikaru as well, and the terrible angst of Ryo's confession that he immediately took back. The way the lights and audio from oncoming traffic played over his face in that scene was a really fantastic way to communicate both a moment of clarity and a moment of fear in the aftermath. I'm curious to see where this show takes the ending; a romantic conclusion for the two boys would not feel genuine to me at this point, but I could see them leaving us on a note of burgeoning curiosity and hope.
Bonus: No Touching At All
I recently watched this 2014 jbl on @twig-tea's recommendation, and I really loved it (I have already watched it twice and will definitely be doing so again). This is a classic office romance between a young gay man, Shima, and his "straight" boss, Toga. It's a simple story but well executed, and the film has a strong sense of place that I really loved. Shima and Toga have a fairly instantaneous attraction, and Toga is the kind of laidback character who simply never gave much thought to his sexuality and doesn't care about the fact that Shima is a man; he likes who he likes. Shima, however, is carrying a lot of internalized homophobia and trauma from closeted men messing him around in the past, and has a hard time believing in Toga's sincerity. I really love the way this conflict plays out in the story, and I especially love the way Toga talks to Shima. He's a no bullshit kind of guy and he tries his best to reassure Shima, but he's not a pushover, either. Ultimately Shima has to work through his own insecurities and make the choice to be brave to make the relationship work. The ending of this one is amazing and left me feeling very confident in this couple, and I can't recommend it highly enough. It's the grey for this one, unfortunately, but if you have trouble finding it in HQ let me know and I'll point you (don't watch it on YT, the version on there is potato quality).
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Detention, boys!
“–pair of troublemakers, they are,” Pomona Sprout wailed. “I know it was them, but there’s no way to prove it.”
Minerva, who’d just walked in, already knew who the offending duo could be. “Potter and Black?”
“Potter and Black,” she confirmed. “Charmed all of my Mandrakes to sing! Sing! Can you believe it?!”
A smile unwillingly pulled on the Gryffindor House-head’s mouth.
“What did they sing?” Professor Sinistra asked curiously.
Pomona ducked, shy. “I didn’t recognize the song, but Ms Bones said it was a muggle band called—ehem.” She cleared her throat and whispered, “The Sex Pistols.”
Minerva suppressed a loud guffaw, forced it back down her throat, and allowed a small grimace. Sinistra had no objections, laughing cheerfully.
“I bet you that was all Lupin,” she said, still grinning. “I’ve heard him giving gospels on muggle music with such ardor, you’d have thought he was being paid to advertise.”
Minerva didn’t know muggle music, but she knew her boys. This prank definitely had their signature on it, not just the handle on magic, but the careless display of talent.
Charming those noisy crybaby Mandrakes was no easy feat.
“I’ll hand out detention for the weekend,” Minerva said easily. “Potter and Black for the frontline work, Lupin for definitely pointing them towards the charms and Pettigrew for stealing all of your Mandrakes,” she raised her brows.
Pomona sighed, smiling.
The thing was, it was easy to detain them for smaller, localised pranks. It had their magical imprint all over it. While they had stepped into juvenile delinquency and thrown dung bombs, most of their practical jokes were, well, practical. Neatly studied and practiced. Difficult charms and jinxes. Hexes that Minerva had almost forgotten about since her own school days.
They’d made the suit of armours duel outside the Defence classroom, transfigured every single notebook in their class into origami birds, charmed it to fly away and got them all let off class. Hexed the Slytherins to speak in haikus for two full days. They’d also frozen the Lake into an ice rink in the cusp of summer post-exams. Pranks against which Finite Incantatem were useless. They put a lot of effort into their jokes, which somehow turned out just as remarkable as their neglected schoolwork.
But she’d given them many cauldrons and trophies and broom closets to clean for all of those, because she knew only they could be responsible for such intelligent tomfoolery.
What was difficult to pin on them was larger, vastly spread magic, because their trace was faint when it was distributed wide, mingling with everyone else’s magic. In theory she would put all her money on it being the Marauders, but she couldn’t simply accuse them when no one had seen them out of bed, no misbehaving, nothing. Very mystifying.
Which was why she was effectively silenced when she walked into the Great Hall on Tuesday. Everything seemed fine at first, but then she noticed, after hearing the excited tittering.
The Slytherins were emerald green. Minerva almost marched down to the quartet – the rivalry was telling. But she glanced around and saw the Hufflepuffs drenched in yellow. The Ravenclaws and Gryffindors were not spared either, dyed in their own house colours.
Minerva peered down her table. The other professors were trying to puzzle out how this had been achieved. She was silently proud that they kept glancing at the four boys on the far end, as if trying to read the answer straight from their brains. They knew no one else was capable of such advanced magic while still being playful.
Minerva looked over to them.
The Marauders were maintaining a strong air of ignorance despite the obvious looks being thrown their way from students and teachers alike.
Remus was stirring his likely fourth sugar into his tea, while Sirius kept nibbling the untouched toast from his friend’s hand. James was roughing his hair up and laughing at something Peter was whispering into his ear. They were also painted a vibrant red, probably as an alibi.
“I know it’s them,” Dumbledore said lowly, eyes dancing with mirth. “But I do think it’s rather spectacular, don’t you agree, professor?”
She huffed a laugh. “Yes.”
It was hard to tack this on them, not when Potter and Black, who despite knowing magic straight out of the womb, would vehemently deny everything and call it a fluke of someone’s luck. Not when Lupin, a severely clever werewolf who often downplayed his own intellect, would disagree politely and be off in that quiet way of his. Not when Pettigrew, the most unassuming and yet the sneakiest of them all, would lie impressively through his teeth.
She sat back and sipped her tea, enjoying the humorous sight of the bright morning sun reflecting off of the colourful skins of her students. But mostly she was observing her band of troublemakers.
They were still hanging off of each other’s shoulders like limpets, clingy and supremely codependent, in the best possible way. She watched Sirius proof-read a parchment Peter had given him. Remus was feeding James his scones and cream, who was trying, futilely, to tame his hair with a bottle of Fleamont’s Hair Gel that had just arrived with the owls.
These idiot boys, she thought fondly.
There would be no way to prove it was them other than their excited footsteps and victorious laughter that echoed through her office later that day.
Minerva McGonagall stepped into the hallway, unable to tamp down the pride in her voice when she called out, “Detention, boys!”
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little dew? 🙏🙏
cw: age regression, regressed ghouls.
Dew’s off the bus and in Aether’s arms before the bus even came to a stop. He runs straight into him, knowing Aether will catch him, he always does. He jumps into him, wrapping his legs around Aether’s hips and rubs his cheek against Aether’s, a purr already rumbling Through his chest.
“Missed me, firefly?” Aether hums, rubbing his cheek against Dew’s.
“No.” Dew buries his face into Aether’s neck, nosing along his scent gland, inhaling the rich, sweet plum-like scent he’s missed so much.
Aether smiles at him, running a hand through Dew’s hair, letting the strands fall through his fingers like water.
“I missed you too.” He presses a kiss to the side of Dew’s head. “So much, you have no idea.”
Dew feels the edges of his mind start to go fuzzy, the feeling of being safe back in Aether’s arms and the sweet comforting scent of him clouded his brain.
He pulls away from Aether’s neck.
“A-aeth..!” His voice is slow and thick, a look of panic crosses over his face.
Aether knows that voice, know that slight wobble and the look on his face.
“Oh, my baby.” He runs his fingers through Dew’s hair again. “Are you dropping already?”
He’d expected Dew to drop at some point during their reunion, although he’d thought it would have happened a little later in the day, but he can’t complain about it, anytime he got to spend with Dew he’ll treasure.
“I don’t-I’m sorry, Aeth. I ruined it, I’m sorry.” There are tears already welling in his eyes.
Aether holds Dew closer to him, guiding Dew’s head so it’s resting on his shoulder.
“Oh, babyboy. You haven’t ruined anything, I promise.”
Dew sniffles into his shoulder.
“But-but I wanted- we could-we.” His words start to slur the longer he goes on.
Aether turns and heads towards the ghouls den, towards his room.
“Don’t you worry about that, my darling. You just do what you need to do, I’ve got you. I’ve always got you.”
Dew hums, all fight drained from his body as he allows that fuzzy feeling to take over his brain. He lets Aether carry him through the abbey, clinging to him as he slips his thumb into his mouth.
“That’s it, there we go.” Aether kisses the top of his head. “I think there’s a pacifier and a blankie of yours hidden in my room somewhere.”
“B-blankie?” Dew mumbles around his thumb.
“Yeah that’s right, baby. We’ll get you nice a wrapped up. Nice a snuggly.”
Dew hums, playing with Aether’s hair, twisting a few stands of hair around his finger.
Aether makes it back to his room fast and lays Dew down gently on his bed. Dew gives a little wiggle, getting comfy in Aether’s bed sheets.
Aether rummages around in the bottom of his closet looking for Dew’s collection of little things. He finds the box easily, exactly where he left it last time before Dew went off on tour, and pulls out the things he’ll need. He grimaces a little as he pulls out the blanket, blue with multicoloured fish all over it. That wasn’t Dew’s blanket.
He hold up the blanket for Dew to see.
“Okay, so, it might not be your blankie but I’m sure Rain won’t mind you using his.”
Dew eyes it suspiciously before breaking out into a smile around his thumb and making grabby hands towards the blanket.
“Rainy.” He mumbled.
“Yeah that’s right, it’s Rains.”
Aether feels relief wash over him that Dew didn’t kick off and throw a tantrum over it not being his blanket. He’s very particular with his blankets.
Aether carefully pulls the clothes Dew has been travelling in off and replaces them with a soft fleece hoodie of his -one without a hood because Dew hates the feeling it touching the back of his neck- and some pyjama pants that once belong to Cumulus. They’re a little big on Dew, but they’re his favourite.
“Okay, ready to get all wrapped up? Get nice and snuggly in your blankie.”
Dew doesn’t respond, just suck at his thumb, looking up at Aether with big eyes.
Aether quickly wraps Dew up in the Blanket, pulling his thumb from his mouth and replacing it with his pacifier. He can tell Dew is fighting regressing further, he can see the fight in his eyes and hopes that getting him feeling safe and secure will get him to let go fully.
Once he has Dew fully swaddled and secure he picks him up so he can sit down on his bed where Dew was just laying. He cradles Dew close to him, making sure to support his head on his arm. Dew let’s out a sigh before the tiniest little purr starts to rumble through his chest, kneading biscuits into the inside of the blanket.
At some point Dew must have fallen asleep because the next thing he remembers is waking up still in Aether’s arms. His head is still fuzzy, if not even fuzzier now. He lets out a little whine, rubbing his cheeks against Aether’s chest.
“Oh, hi sleepy boy.” Aether coos down at him, brushing some stray hairs from his face. Dew sucks on the pacifier that’s still in his mouth, looking up at Aether with still sleep heavy eyes.
“Did you have a good sleep, baby? Was that what you needed, hmm?” Aether knows that Dew won’t respond to him, he’s too little for words right now, but not talking to the little ghoul felt wrong.
Dew blinks you at him and stifles a yawn around his pacifier, leaning to rest his head back on Aether’s chest.
Aether chuckles at him, running his thumb on Dew’s chin, wiping away some of the drool that had spilled from Dew’s mouth.
“Oh yeah, that was a good nap, hmm. You were knocked out for nearly two hours, baby.”
As expected Dew doesn’t say anything, the only sound coming from him is the sound of him sucking on the pacifier.
Aether presses a kiss to Dew cheek making the smaller ghoul go crosseyed as he tried to look at Aether when he’s so close to his face.
“I missed this so much, you know? I missed you so much.” He kisses his cheek again. “My bed feels too big and too cold without my little spitfire taking up all the space and keeping me warm.”
Aether sends a quick text off the Mountain, the ding of the notification he gets back immediately makes Dew jump.
“Oh, was that too loud for you, babyboy? I’m sorry darling.”
He flicks his phone on silent, just incase anyone else messages him.
“When you’re big again you can tell me all about your, I can’t wait to hear all your stories.”
Aether wipes more drool from Dew’s chin, wiping it into his own shirt. “I know you got up to all kinds of mischief.”
The door to Aether’s bedroom opens and Mountain shyly ducks his way into the room holding a bottle filled with warm milk.
“Look what Mountain got for you, baby.” Aether gives Dew a gentle nudge and his unfocused eyes skim around the room, setting on Mountain.
Mountain smiles sweetly at him as he takes a seat next to Aether on his bed.
“Hi, little baba.”
He passes the bottle to Aether who takes it from him and shakes it front of Dew.
“You want this, baby? Want to get your little belly nice and full?”
Mountain removes the pacifier from Dew’s mouth Making the smaller ghoul whine and cry out in destress. Mountain rubs at his cheek with his thumb.
“Oh, babyboy, there’s no need for that. Look what Aether has for you.”
Dew cries out again, trying to chase Mountain’s thumb into his mouth. Aether taps the rubber nipple against Dew’s bottom lip letting a few drops of milk drip into his mouth. Dew squeaks, opening his mouth wider to allow the rubber into his mouth.
“There we go, that’s much better, hmm?” Aether coos him as Dew starts sucking and drinking the milk down.
Mountain rubs at Dew’s belly through the blanket. “That tasty, little one? I put some honey in it for you, I know you like it a little sweeter.”
Dew sighs out of his nose, letting out a contented hum.
“Such a good boy, aren’t you? Drink it all down, get your belly all warm and full.”
Aether tips the bottle back a little further allowing Dew to suckle a little easier.
Dew hums again, purring in between swallows. He gets just over halfway through before he can feel his eyes dropping, the feeling of his belly getting fuller and fuller with each passing second making his eyes feel heavy. The quiet conversation Aether and Mountain are having over him comforts him even more, their hushed voices making the tiredness in his eyes feel even heavier. He falls back asleep just like that, still sucking at the half finished bottle in his mouth while Mountain and Aether coo and fuss over him.
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milk crew reaction receiven nudes from reader
[suggestive]
Strawberry: Oh wow- Give a guy a little head's up next time. The most innocent about it and just says you look amazing and leaves it there - until he realizes you may want something in return.
Vanilla: Unexpected, but she's not one to complain nor waste opportunity. If she's in a position to, she'll send you a photo back with compliments straight out of romance novel (possibly one she had on hand)
Milk Tea: About time, but secondly how dare you not be around to take care of what you've caused. Demands you drop whatever you're doing and come over - if he's not speeding to your location instead
Ginger: Is in her shop twenty four seven and probably injures herself getting to her phone. Sends you a picture of her bandaged hand and two simple words "Send more."
Rootbeer: Eyes bulging out of his head, heart stopping. Cowboy will sprint to the nearest drugstore to find a pair of glasses that'll work for the time to see you in all your glory. At the end of it, he just sends a picture of his empty bed and "your place, or mine?"
Cherry: "I was in need of some motivation for practice. If only I could have the real thing though" You hear her skates at your door not even a minute later
Spice: "Dear, please. You are gorgeous as always, but I am working." Acts civilized, but the second the bar is clear he's rushing to the back to rub one out and go into heavy detail about what thoughts your photos conjured throughout the day.
Oat: "That's nice, love." Leaves it there or she would go into how lovely you'd look tied up.
Chocolate: "On my way. Move or put any clothes on and we'll have a problem."
Banana: Leaves you on read. This isn't malicious by any means, Banana is just easily flustered and has never seen anyone naked before. Compliments the wall behind you and hates herself for it later.
Peach: Responds with pictures of her in some lingerie she had conveniently lying around. The second you get that "Omw" text is when she's right outside your window.
Cotton Candy: Uses your nudes for reference in their art or starts commenting on what paints would go well on you since it's pretty hard to paint with one hand.
Eggnog: Very conflicted. High chance they're living in your attic during this and they don't know what to do. Should they go down? No - you would've said so in your message. Do you want to see them? No - they aren't pretty like you. Eventually works up to courage to send you a picture of them shirtless just to see where things go
Screamsicle: Sends you a picture of one of their skeletons dressed in one of the sexy costumes they've made along with a cheesy pick up line. This is to distract they're afraid of what you'll say if they send you pictures of themself as they are a bit self conscious about being one of the smallest height and muscle wise hybrids... and you're the hottest person they've ever seen
Mint: Sends a few emojis and a picture of themselves naked plain and simple. Some stuff about you sitting on their face later in conversation too
Apple: Please don't make the doctor horny at work. Their thoughts are on you enough already. If you send nudes during work they'll have no choice but to close shop early because they're too caught up on your photos. After hours are free game and they will be at your door momentarily
Licorice: Calls you so you can hear what your little offering is doing for him. That's what you wanted, right? Depending on the day, those sounds might even come from inside your closet.
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Requested by @tryslogic
Brooooo a part three AND with Papyruses?! They deserve more love and I shall give it to them✨ (Warning: A little spicy up ahead!)
How Touchy Can They Be In Public With Slightly Large Chested S/o! (Pt.3 with Papyruses✨)
Stretch:
* Ah yes the lazy carrot himself. With his chill nature could he be too lazy to think lewd things?! Well of course he can- he’s the type of…..closeted pervert? Like he is not gonna outright do anything or say anything unless it’s on the down low- other than that, he might be generally too lazy to do it…..or a little shy surprisingly.
* You probably randomly find out when you wore a nice tight shirt. With a whole amount of cleavage that leaves nothing much for the imagination- and he is staring respectfully…..a lot. If you catch him, he’ll just chuckle and shrug like yeah yah got me. Though he does get a little sheepish and looks away blushing.
* In private, he’s actually quite a big snuggle bug. He don’t care if he’s the big or little spoon. Heh mainly because he could either have your tits on his back as the little spoon or tits in his hands like stress balls as the big spoon. Plus he gets cuddles and possible smooches? He’s in heaven✨
* Now does he tease you in public? Ooooh boy. He’ll tease you via puns- seriously he’ll probably make you smack him or laugh. Maybe both- “Hey babe. Am I the breast guy you ever loved?✨” “Babe please-“ “Woah Calm your tits- I just found a cup for us *Shows coffee cup with a honey bee on it* Damn sorry It’s a b-cup-“ “BABE-“
* He’s just a silly guy who loves you very much……and no he’s not going to run out of boob jokes-
Mutt:
* Now NORMALLY I ask if this AU variant is capable of being lewd. But- this guy is so GODdamn HORNY, he broke that continuity in these headcanons- don’t get me wrong! He has his cute moments. But nah we don’t need to even ASK if he does bruh-
* And I highly doubt you take him to public without wearing a baggy sweatshirt- because I know the first time you tried wearing Y’know something regular that shows your outline, he was clinging onto you. Either face nuzzling your chest, or pulling you close by your waist, your chest directly pressed against him. Hell will the sweatshirt REALLY help-?
* In private he’s more like a cute cuddly puppy, snuggling you and asking for headpats. He even whines like one and if you don’t he has the cutest puppy dog eyes. And honestly it’s quite a sweet moment. He’s also the type of guy who requires a lot of trust so to see him unwind and be this affectionate is really rewarding. Though let’s be honest he can turn this from sweet fluffy moment to having you two break the headboard after having fun in the sheets~ If you in the mood? Oh he’ll take you there-
* Teasing? Absolutely. And very blunt teasing too- like from tell you how pretty you’d look with love bites all around……to straight up GRIPPING a booba with no hesitation- mans gives no fucks- might have to drag him to somewhere private before he does something right then and there. But he’ll apologize right after! “Sorry babe….I just can’t resist you. I love you so much!” ……you can’t stay mad at him can you? 😏
* Overall he really is your cute puppy dog✨
Papyrus (The Classic✨in case there is confusion-):
* Well……I’ll be damned. He actually had me stumped- but ok ok. Can this literal ball of sunshine be anyway lewd? My answer? I’d say……surprisingly yes? But very very vanilla- like he’s a grown ass Skellie, of course he’d be attracted. But it’s so damn innocent and sweet.
* Seriously in public he can’t help but smile and compliment you because he thinks you are the most beautiful person he’s ever seen- he tries not to get easily flustered because he’s The Great Papyrus! He’s supposed to make YOU feel flattered! Though the way he stares at your booba and looks away apologizing profusely, I think you feel flattered already.
* In private, nothing is better than cuddling with your S/o after training all day. But please let him know it’s ok to lay on your chest. He always hesitates. But once he gets comfortable, he’ll be a cuddly bean, skull resting upon your booba✨ he even gets curious, wondering why they are JUST like pillows! He also gets surprisingly romantic and leaves praises and kisses all over you, saying all the bits he loves about you. If he ain’t careful, things will take a steamy turn with you two~
* A lovely cinnamon roll who is always ready to shower you in love! And we can all agree: very adorable✨
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hello! sorry if this kind of an obscure request but could i request scara with s/o reader that’s a shut in/only leaves the house once or twice a month? reader isn’t depressed or anything, just antisocial and prefers hanging out inside all day. i think scara would be great company and would really benefit from the chance to come over after a long day and decompress while playing video games with reader <33
✿ 𝙝𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝙝𝙤𝙢𝙚 ✿
characters: scaramouche x nb!reader
warnings: fluff, a bit of crack, light angst, scara being worried and actually showing emotions and freely expressing them🙀, modern au❗️
notes: being an introvert who has to be forcefully dragged outside, felt. 'm sorry for the late response anon😔 this one might be a tad bit shorter than my other sfw works.
sometimes, the bowl cut haired young man just can't help but be incredibly worried for his partner. they barely go out of their shared apartment unless it's absolutely necessary, most of the time they keep their blinds shut, they barely interact with anyone unless it's the weekly calls with close friends and family and the monthly hanging out with their little group of friends.
yep, he's concerned.
during their years of dating and living together, he never really saw any "ticks". anything that would indicate they're depressed, suicidal, tired of the world or him. yet he keeps getting more and more concerned but also relieved when daily checking the medicine cabinet and the little stash of sharp small objects.
if they're not feeling down in the dumps, then why are they always staying inside? do they not get tired of constantly seeing the same place, colored walls, decorations and the same boring, mundane shows and movies over and over again? if scaramouche was in his lover’s position he would’ve went mad a long time ago.
don’t get the short, young man wrong! he enjoys his own personal time and space as well! a bit too much to be exact but he also enjoys going out and getting a fresh breath of air, a scenery change alongside a nice midnight walk.
the kind of slow steps, stop by every minute or two to watch the quieting city life type of midnight walk.
the kind of walk that you could drop by the little corner supermarket run by the nice lady and her husband alongside their young, delivery man and buy a few snacks of your taste with an additional ones for your lover.
the kind of walk which you just breathe in all of the sweetness, the crispy smell of the midnight food vendor, hear the chiming of bells of the cat cafe closing in for the night which is right down the streets.
the kind of walk that makes you feel alive.
that’s it! scaramouche has had enough! he will go home, sit down his lovely darling and talk things out because he’s pretty sure that some strands of his hair is starting to whiten from overthinking!
oh wait, he always had a few strands of a lighter shade of hair at the back of his head- but this was not the point!
after fumbling with his keys and the many cute and adorable little knitted key charms gifted to him by his darling dearest, the young man finally opened the door to their shared apartment and announced his arrival. letting out a soft grunt followed by a chuckle and a short lived smooch! he took off his coat, half-heartedly hanging it inside the closet before gently grasping his lovers’ hand and leading themselves to sit on the kitchen table, ignoring the hungry wails of his stomach.
“i have been thinking about this for a very long time [name] and i don’t want you to take this in the wrong way.” taking in a deep breath to calm his nerves and anticipation for the answer that would slip out of his darling’s lips, scaramouche looked straight back at them with a quivering look. “are you okay?”
“yes? i‘m not laying in bed, groaning about wanting to get better or whining about the taste of medicine aren’t i dear?” letting out a low laugh, his partner took his hand in theirs. easily enveloping his smaller hands in theirs all the while rubbing slow circles into his skin, lightly digging into the pale skin to ease his nervousness.
they understood. they understood everything.
why he was worried, why his voice had the faintest bits of cracks when he asked that question, why his eyes were quivering, why his hands which were cradled in theirs was shaking slightly.
perhaps it was a bit of a fault on their side for never telling scaramouche of their greatly introverted self and habits. perhaps it was because they never truly got into too much personal or serious conversations.
bringing his still trembling, pale hands up to their lips [name] left a gentle kiss on his knuckle. trailing the kiss over his visible bones and onto his other hand, hearing the male let out a sigh of what seems to be relief.
“‘m sorry for not exactly explaining to you how much i enjoy spending my time inside, dear. i didn’t meant to scare you in any sort of way. promise.” leaving one final kiss on the knuckle of his left hand’s pinky, you raised your head up to look at him once again.
when your eyes met, the misty blue eyed man let out another sigh before pulling your hands up to his lips to return the sweet gesture. carefully, gently and almost shyly leaving a trail of butterfly kisses over your knuckles, leaving you with flushed cheeks and equally flushed lover.
“i-it’s alright. you don’t have to apologize” the male finished the small act of intimacy, lowering down your hands to rest on his lap, still continuing to hold your hands in his own.
“just... let me know if anything ever goes wrong or feels bad. i don’t want you to carry heavy burdens all alone by yourself, darling.” looking up back at you through his bangs with an equally pink cheeks, scaramouche leaned over with a faux anger to kiss you when you giggled at his embarrassment.
ah, he was hopelessly in love with you...
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Being alone (Digital Circus Jax x ragitha fanfic)
Most days at the digital Circus played out mostly the same. Wake up, rehearsals, go on some wacky adventure, rehearsal again, and talk and sleep or morn your past life. That's what everyone often did, but today was different.
To start, when everyone woke up for rehearsals for the theme song, Caine was nowhere to be seen. Everyone did line up and ate breakfast, and the bubble was there but refused to say where Caine was. So everyone went their own ways.
Everyone loved to have alone time, all except Ragitha.
Ragitha hates being alone. It's not often that you are ever alone in the digital circus, so when she heard that there was nothing to do, she was scared. She hated being alone.
Being alone in Ragitha was actually one of her biggest fears that she kept secret. She kept this a secret because of what could happen if anyone found out, like if Jax found out he probably would lock her in her room, or if Caine finds out he could play some sick game. She was terrified to be alone for many reasons, for one being alone to her feels like someone is always behind her, but she could never see them. It could also be the fact that when she's alone, she fears she will go insane and be abustracted. However, what she feared the most is that no one liked her or would forget about her easily. No one would go looking for her if something were to happen to her if she was alone and no one would care, As if she was an actual old doll that people could toss in the closet and forget about.
Ragitha didn't want that. She understood if no one loved her or liked her, but she wanted to at least know that someone at least cares enough for her to think about her. She felt there was more to this fear, but she couldn't remember why it was. However, she knows she just feels happier and safer with people. So that's what she does. She goes to look for them.
Ragitha roams the halls and looks around. She sees pomni and goes up to her to try and see if she's willing to do anything with her. She felt scared.
Sadly, Pomni was busy. She was getting still getting used to the tent and was looking around the rooms. Ragitha offered to come along, but Pomni was still scared and preferred to be alone.
Ragitha sighed but kept her head up. Maybe Zooble or Gangle would want to talk or help her make something! She smiled and came up to the table that Zooble and Kinger were sitting at. Ragitha skips and stands next to them.
"Hiya guys, what ya up too?" Ragitha asks, standing straight and rocking on her feet nervously. Zooble lifts an eyebrow at her nervous appearance but shrugs and rolls her eyes.
Kinger yawns and lays his head on the table and says kindly, "Ah, nothing much, me and Zooble were just planning on sleeping. Do you wanna join?" Kinger offers before falling asleep instantly. Zooble rolls her eyes.
"Yeah, no, I said I will be sleeping in my room. You're welcome to sleep at the table with Kinger. I'll be in my room, don't bother me." Zooble sarcastically remarks before walking away. Ragitha sighs. She doesn't want to disturb Kinger in his moment of rest.
She walks around an anxious pit building in her stomach from being alone so far. She looks around, trying to find Gangle next. She spends maybe the better part of an hour before she sees Gangle retiring to her room as well.
Ragitha is now really starting to freak out. She bites her lip and hopes that she could find anyone, anyone at this point to just sit with. Jax seems to be nowhere in sight, and everyone is on their own personal time. She doesn't want to disturb them, though, so she continues walking around, hoping that anyone would stop and talk to her
She is wandering around for a few hours, and it starts to get dark out. Everyone has retired to their rooms, and she is heading back to her room as well. Ragitha plays with her hair as she wonders the hall, scared shitless now that it's Night.
She opens her bedroom door and immediately turns on all lights. In her room, she had about ten plushes scarred across everywhere. Something about her plushies made her less scared, but it could never beat the real thing of having someone there.
Ragitha sits on her bed and begins to get ready for bed, shaking. She puts on a night gown and comes her hair and takes her bow off, and lays in her bed.
"Come on, Ragitha, you're fine. Nothing is going to happen. you're okay." Ragitha rolls herself as she turns over and hugs a plush. Her eyes dart around the room, and she shakes in fear.
Everything always seems more scary at night. She tosses and turns and puts the pillow over her head, but that just makes her more scared. Eventually, she is breathing heavily and clutching onto the bedsheets. Ragitha closes her eyes and tries to take a deep breath.
After a few moments and turning on all the lights in her room and putting a record on, she finally calms herself down and laughs a bit at herself for being so scared.
Ragitha finnally keeps her fear at bau for the moment, starts to drift off into sleep.
-
Ragitha wakes up, but she feels if something is off. She gets up and gets dressed but realizes it's till night. "That's strange. The clock says it's 7 a.m., it should be morning, and everyone should be awake by now." She says to herself before getting up and getting dressed.
She walks the halls of the tent but notices that the walls are all dark and gloomy with writings on the wall. She feels goosebumps trail across her cloth body and that same fear of being alone again wash over her. She shakes her head.
"No, no, calm yourself, Ragitha. They are probably still sleeping! Yeah." She muttered to herself before walking around. She felt terrified again, this time alot lot worse. Every time she turned a corner, she would see a shadow run away from her. She starts to get more panic as time passes and notices the tent to start falling apart with each lap she makes around the tent.
Ragitha starts to get desperate and rubs and knocks on the doors. She knocks on kingers, no response. Zooble, no response. It's the same thing for Pomni and Gangle. Ragitha is breathing heavily now and runs to Jaxs door.
"Jax? Jax! Please tell me you are in there? Please be in there." She says softly, knocking on his door. After a few minutes with no response, she sighs and begins to jiggle the handle to her surprise. It works. She opens the door and gasps.
There's nothing in the room at all. It's just a black void she stepped into. Jax is nowhere to be seen, and now is when Ragitha realizes everyone left. Everyone is gone but her. She starts panting and shaking her head in disbelief, "No, that can't be true! They would never lea -" as she mumbles to herself, walking out of the door, she feels some pair of hands pull her back into the room.
Ragitha is kicking, screaming, and crying as the finger holds her. Then she starts hearing all these voices, and they yell and scream at her.
"They all forgot you," "You're all alone now."You're going to be alone forever."Scream, no one can hear you.' "No one cares." The words repeat for hours, days, weeks, months and years as ragitha cries and screams for help, but no one hears her.
Maybe the voices are right. No one really does care.
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Jax is awoken by Pomni knocking on his door, her shaky voice sounding terrified. Jax rolls his eyes and groans in annoyance before getting up and grooms himself before walking out into the main dining hall. He sits at the table as Zooble, pomni, kinger, and Gangle sit at the breakfast table. Then he realizes someone's missing.
Jax blinks, realizing that Ragitha wasn't the one to wake him up this morning or was she the first awake. She nornally always was. He suddenly sits up in his Seat and turns to the others, "Hey, where is dolly at?" He asks pointing to her empty seat. Zooble shrugs, "don't know, surprised she didn't wake up though," she says eating her food, Pomni was sitting staring off into space and Jax snaps his fingers to get her attention.
"Hey, did you wake up Ragitha yet?" He asks and pomni takes a moment before shaking her head, "No, Caine only told me to wake you up, why you ask?" She says softly before going back to eating and kinger raises his brow, "Yeah Jax, why do you ask?"
Jax rolls his eyes and gets up, "Because I need my prank victim inless one of you want to take Rags place?" Everyone immediately shakes their head and he laughs before making his way down thw hallway.
Jax as he walks down the hall starts to hear noises. He hears an old record playing but then something else. Jax starts to walk a little faster and then he hears the Strange noise and record player coming from Ragithas room.
He blinds and knocks on the door, "Hey, you up in there? Come on Ragdoll, enough beauty sleep!" He says and knocks a few times but no answer. He feels a tiny bit of worry rise up and he grabs the key to her room and unlocks it.
"I'm coming in, so if you don't want me too you better have something to say in one, two, three.." Jaxs opens the door slowly and comes into her room. He notices right away that she has at least several lamps on and the record is playing on full blast.
He walks towards her bed and hears that noise again, he realizes it's crying. He blinks and turns off her record player and hears her sobbing underneath the covers.
This is new to him because, as long as he had been here he has never seen Ragitha cry before. Sure, his seen her sad but never to the point of tears.
He gently lifts the overs over her head down and whispers, "Ragitha?" He sees her eyes are closed tightly and her mumbling things he can't quite make out. He wasn't the type of person to comfort because he didn't really know how to but he was worried. He grabs ragitha by her shoulders and lifts her up a little so she's sitting and his shaking her shoulder a bit calling out her name.
"Ragitha, cone on wake up. It's a nightmare, come on dollface.." He calls out to her and sees her face start twitching, showing that she's waking up.
Finnally, after a few moments she opens her eyes and stares up at Jax looking scared when suddenly she blinks, "...Jax? You're here..! You didn't leave..your here.." She suddenly smiles brightly and hugs him.
Jax froze up and his ears shot up in alarm. This was so strange. Never had Ragitha ever done this and he hated hugs but something inside him told him that she was his freind. He looks at ragitha and slowly puts his arms around her like he's never gotten a hug in his life. He pats her back and then after awhile he hears her cry again. he looks down and she's her face hidden in his shoulder muttering out apologies that he can't quite make out. Jax suddenly hugs her tightly back and pats her back.
"Calm yourself, dolly, it was only a nighmare..what happened?" He pulls away and she wipes her tears before looking around her room and moving a fair distance away from him, a pink blush aginst her cheeks due to embarwssment. She played with her hands nervously.
She took a deep intake of air before letting it go and sighing. "If i tell you you cannot do any pranks on me based on this," she says looking at him angerly. He shrugs and smirks before looking back at her, "No promises, toots. Now what's up, cause I am not good at these things." Ragitha giggled a bit, "I can tell."
Ragitha bites her lip and thinks for a bit before sighing out, "I have a fear of being alone, don't ask why because I don't even know, I just, had a nighmare all of you guys left me and forgot about me, thats all" Ragitha says feeling rather silly for saying it out loud.
It's been a few seconds and Ragitha starts to get worried and nervously looks up at him just to suddenly find him patting her back. She hummed in surprise.
"Listen dollface, I may not be good at these things but know its not stupid to fear that and know I could never forget you," she smiles wondering what he meant before he gives her that devilish grin, "your to annoying to forget."
She sighs and rolls her eyes and gets out of bed, "alright, now I had enough of you, get out of my room for a minute while I change!" Ragitha says giggling and he chuckles and closes thw door behind him. He waits for her outside her door so she isn't scared and walks back with her to the breakfast table, Caine is back and forcing them to be ready but Jax after finding out what she's scared of would never leave her side.
That day Jax spent most of his time with Ragitha making sure shes alright and in general messing around with her. He felt something stir in his chest but pushed it away as he sat with Ragitha.
Maybe this was a start of a very beautiful friendship.
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Unexpected (pt. 2)
Part One Edit: Part Three
Fanbase: acotar
Eris x Reader x Azriel
Summary: Reeling from the shock of discovering you have another mate, you realize that you need to tell Eris about your predicament.
Word Count: 2k
Warnings: suggestive
A/N: Requests are OPEN! Check my pinned message for details on what I'll write <3
I stare for a long, hard moment at this winged male.
He takes a step forward.
I take a step back, slipping my hand to my side, where a slim dagger is hidden under the flowing fabric of my skirt.
“This must be strange for you,” he murmurs, raising his hands slowly. “I know that you’re mated to Eris, but the moment you walked in, I could feel—”
I bare my teeth at him, fingertips grasping the handle of my knife. “Who knows?” Instinct has a snarl building in my throat. I’be worked my entire life to have a pretty, elegant, no-hitches mating ceremony, and this… odd… occurrence will not get in my way.
Hurt crosses his pretty face. “What do you mean who knows?”
“He must know,” I hiss, pointing to the first male—Cassian. Which means this one is… “Azriel. Who else have you told?”
“No one.”
“Good,” I release my knife, turning on my heel and working my way through the crowd. “Tell no more, and no one gets hurt.”
And I mean it. I’m a trained assassin.
They let me leave without much struggle, but I am well aware of the shadows that are pooled at my feet, stalking my movements. The dancers let me pass easily, simply whirling and twirling out of my way.
I reach the doors in record time, grabbing a croissant to shove in my mouth on the way out. With a point of my index finger, the candle next to Eris’s throne on the dais lights up — our signal that something is wrong.
I stride out of the ballroom, heading straight for our bedroom. I only make it halfway there before I find myself in a storage closet, on my knees, unable to breathe. The shadows stopped following me just outside the door, and I can see where they block the light filtering in through the gap between the floor and the door.
Resting my forehead on the ground, I try to catch my breath and process what is happening.
I start by listing what I know:
Eris is my mate.
I love Eris.
I am going to officially accept Eris as my mate tomorrow at 11a.m. during a brunch time mating ceremony.
There’s another male, an Illyrian, who is also my mate.
I think.
Shit.
A soft tug comes from the half-formed mating bond, snapping me out of my haze.
The only problem? I’m not sure which bond is being pulled.
My problem is solved quickly, however, as Eris’s soft voice cuts into my consciousness from the loose thread connecting us.
Love? Are you alright? I see the candle, and I can’t find you.
I sit up straight, leaning against a wall. I left. I’m in some closet down the hall.
I’m on my way. What happened?
I bite my lip, suddenly realizing that I’ll need to inform Eris of this…mishap.
I’ll explain when you get here. I really, really love you, you know.
He sends a feeling of pure, undeniable love down the bond. It means more than words.
Not even forty seconds later, the door is opened, and my ginger lover is striding to my side.
“That was fast,” I murmur, leaning into him when he pulls me to his chest. “Like, really fast. How did you find me that quickly?”
“It’s the strangest thing,” he folds me into his lap, taking my place against the wall. “Azriel’s shadows followed you.”
My head snaps up at the name. “You know him?”
He nods. “We’ve collaborated on multiple things — the Hybern War and the human queen situation, to name a few.”
I remember him telling me about those stories. About the spy that he didn’t particularly like, and his companion, which he liked less.
I burst into tears.
He sighs softly. “Little flame, what has you so upset?” He tucks my head against his shoulder, stroking my hair and lower back. His heart begins to pound, and he must be plotting how to brutally murder whoever’s caused this under his soft exterior.
“You’re going to hate me, Eris,” I sob, reaching up to knot my fingers in his hair. “Really, truly, hate me.”
“I could never, my love,” he coos, pulling me closer. “Now, what’s happened?”
“Something awful.”
“Did you… cheat on me?”
“What?” I burst, leaning back. I shift to be straddling his lap, hands on his shoulders. “I could never!”
“Then I don’t hate you,” his index finger reaches up to stroke my tears away.
“You might take that back,” I sniff.
Eris huffs a sharp breath, and places both hands on my hips. “Okay. My love, you need to tell me. I promise to not be angry.”
“You promise.”
“Of course. Pinky promise,” he offers a pinky, hand still at my hip.
I lock our fingers together, and blow out a long breath. “Okay, so, uhm… there’s a reason Azriel’s shadows are following me. I saw him for the first time at the party tonight. And it just… clicked. Eris, he’s my mate, too.”
He stills. Completely, and utterly still under me.
An eternity passes. And then another. I’m certain that with every long minute of silence that passes, he’s adding to a plan to publicly execute me.
At least a bajillion years have flown by when he finally speaks up. “…The mother has a cruel sense of humor, doesn’t she?”
“I’m so sorry,” I suck in a breath, trying to muster the strength I need right now. “I don’t care for him. Not at all. I have no idea who he is, and he’s already stalking me,” I raise my voice at the end, and the shadows pooled beyond the door seem to scatter. “I love you. I do. And I want to go on with the mating ceremony in the morning. I’ve told him to tell no one.”
Eris nods slowly, thumbs rubbing my sides. “Try not to talk like that. If he’s—” he swallows hard, “…your mate… You deserve to have a chance to get to know him.”
“But I love you. You’re my mate.”
“He is, too.”
I groan, taking my bottom lip between my teeth. “Stop being the logical one. You’re supposed to be angry.”
“I am angry, believe me,” he growls. “But not at you. It’s not your fault, and you deserve the best shot at happiness you can get. Even if that means that I’m not the only one you love.”
I don’t respond, staring directly at his chest. I simply can’t look him in the eye. It’s difficult enough to face them with the sinking feeling in my chest, like I’ve betrayed him.
Would it be worth it to even entertain the idea of having another mate? I’ve never heard of it happening.
In my heart, I am sure that I love Eris. But could I love this other male, too?
“In the end, it’s your decision, little flame,” Eris presses a kiss to my temple. “I don’t exactly like the situation, but I’ll do whatever it takes for you to be happy.”
“I love you,” I whisper, leaning forward against his warmth.
“I love you more.”
I grin, opening my mouth to reply, but he sweeps me up into his arms before I can make a sound. I squeal, gripping his neck to keep myself upright.
“I say we go back to our party,” he announces, holding me close. “And dance until our feet fall off.”
“I’d be inclined to agree. You paid for really good food.”
He laughs, placing me on the ground and holding me to his side. With a wave of my hand, my tear-streaked makeup is repaired, and Eris tucks a few strands of hair back into place.
Together, we stride back into the hall, ready to face our guests once more — even if one of them may be my mate.
Eris and I have devolved throughout the night.
We went from dancing, to talking to guests — avoiding the Night Court group like a plague — to eating, and now we’re drinking absurd amounts of wine with Lucien, High Lord Tarquin, and a few of the latter’s friends from the Summer Court. I think one’s name started with a C.
I’m on my… fifth? Sixth? I don’t know, but I’ve drank many glasses of Fae wine.
I’m seated next to Eris, our chairs pushed together so that I can rest my head on his shoulder.
“Why’d you two even leave earlier?” Tarquin asks, sipping his wine — he’s much more conservative, and has had far less than us.
“Do you need to ask?” Lucien hiccups. His hand flies up to cover his eyes. “Please, don’t ask. I don’t want to hear about my brother’s fuck life.”
Eris scowls, looking tempted to throw the glass in his hand at his younger brother. I take the glass out of his hand to prevent that scenario, patting his shoulder soothingly.
“Lucien,” I start. “I assure you, that is not why we left.”
“Then why?” Tarquin asks once more, gesturing to Eris and I. “You practically ran out, and two minutes later he was on your tail.”
I open my mouth, then close it. When I look up to Eris to make him conjure up a story, he has his eyes locked on something else.
Straightening, I follow his gaze.
And lo and behold, Azriel Shadowsinger is standing there.
The Illyrian’s wings frame his broad shoulders, and his entire body looks rigid. His expression is unreadable, as I hear it always is. His attention is undoubtedly glued on me.
Next to him is Cassian, who was speaking until my eyes shifted to him.
I would go on to observe them further, but Eris pulls my face to his, and suddenly his lips are on mine, his hand rooted in my hair.
Perhaps Eris is bothered by this situation a little more than he was letting on.
Nevertheless, I’m not complaining, and I part my lips for him. His tongue makes sweeping moments through my mouth, eliciting little noises from my throat, my hands finding their way into his rouge locks.
“Ahem.”
I pull away just enough to glare at Lucien, the male making a gagging motion.
“Fuck you,” I laugh, taking a cookie and whipping it at his head. He ducks, then throws a scone right back.
Love? Eris purrs down the bond.
Hmm? I reply, glancing over at him.
What do you say we go back to our room? He tucks a piece of hair behind my ear. I think I could use a little practice for tomorrow.
Practice, huh? I hum, shivering as he traces a finger down my spine.
He sweeps me up into his arms as a reply, and I laugh, wrapping my arms around his neck.
“We’ll see you in the morning, lovepixies,” Tarquin calls after us, followed by gagging noises from Lucien. A few of the summer court bunch laugh at the younger Autumn Court heir’s antics. Luckily, sneaking off together and public affection isn’t particularly uncommon in the days surrounding a mating ceremony — Fae culture.
His mouth is on mine once more as we make our grand escape, kissing me with the passion of the High Lord he is. My back hits a wall, followed by my legs being hoisted around his waist, skirt bunching at my hips.
I bite down hard on my bottom lip when his mouth trails down my neck. He leaves sloppy kisses and licks in his wake, hands trailing up along my spine.
A sharp tug on the bond comes, and I gasp sharply, eyes zeroing in on Eris. “What was that for?”
“Hmm?” He glances up at me, halfway to being on his knees. “What was what for?”
“You tugged,” I murmur.
“No,” he frowns, straightening. “I didn’t.” He places me back on the ground, his eyes narrowing around the corner. I’m not even sure if he’s aware of how he tucks me behind his back.
And, right on cue, Azriel Shadowsinger comes into sight.
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HII ITS ME AGAIN
so...
Bllk characters reacting to femdom reader in bed for the first time ever??
You can do any characters!! (Just add ness though bc im a ness lover 🤭)
IM NOT SURE IF YOU WILL DO THIS REQ but
Thank you sm and write well 💕
(nsfw) FIRST TIME :: xfemdom!Reader
apologies this has taken me a while I'm really bad at generalized headcanons. That being said I kinda included sfw/nsfw ideas and just a general overall idea of their first times/the kind of subs they end up being so I hope you enjoy ♡ - requests open
cw: fem!Reader, dom!Reader, BDSM themes/scenes, sexual themes, unedited
word count: sloppy headcanons
character(s): Alexis Ness, Isagi Yoichi, Ikki Niko, Nagi Seishiro, Kenyu Yukimiya, Rin Itoshi
DNI :: minors, blank blogs + m!Reader blogs
CLOSETED PERV SUB :: unleash his hidden little kinks when you're in control
he's not saying no at the your forwardness in and out of the bedroom
in fact he's been trying to contain himself since the moment he found out your preference was to be in control
Ness plays it off as nonchalant sweetness when you purpose one idea after the other for things you could try in the bedroom
never telling you no to those ideas
he wants to try them all god pls have a kink list a mile long he's a glutton for it
spanking, bondage, pet play, watersports, temperature play, role playing, cock and ball torture, crossdressing, feminization, collaring - you name it he's thinking about it with you
literally the sky's the limit but you have to pry it out of him like a cute little game
utter unleashed slut the first time
cums too fast, begs for more, gets whiny and out of breath, pushes himself, pleads for you to overstimulate and use him
those obedient traits on the field magnified when his holes are stuffed
no he's not immune to the idea of being spit roasted by you and Kaiser (if you can tolerate the dick cheese man)
Ness is begging for more than your finger and fucking himself on your strap before the nights over
excellent sub, easily breakable and very obedient
OVERLY EXCITED SUB :: eager to top as he is to bottom!
how as he never thought of it before?! of course he wants to serve you!
honest to god Isagi forgets top/bottom, sub/dom dynamics but he's cute and eager cut him some slack
if it feels good for either of you (especially you) then he's all for it
good bit of healthy questions for a novice but count it as foreplay bc the more you explain what fun you could have - he's already painting the inside of his pants with cum
no nerves and a stupid amount of trust
literal labrador retriever in the bedroom he's nearly bouncing on the bed the first time
understands the intimacy of prep work though and finds himself surprised how he wants more
worries too much about your pleasure and does need to be reminded that you enjoy it just as much as he does
falls in love with getting pegged and face sitting - it's a draw which one he likes more
bondage isn't much of a thrill he's too handsy and needy
becomes a fan of mommy domming when he's in a bad mood but for the most part likes classic domme/sub scenes
has straight up raved about your bedroom fun to Bachi and then been totally dumbfounded you might have wanted that private
super trainable sub, power bottom at heart but he listens, care about your pleasure more than his always
SHY SUB :: he doesn't want you to know he's dying to be under you
mind games before you ever even get to the bedroom
doesn't want you to know how down bad he is for you but it shows real obviously
thinks he's a mystery but Niko is so easy to fluster and unravel like a schoolgirl with a crush
and offering to top him? turns him into an utter mess
not a dom bone in his body and it shows before the two of you ever make it to bed
whip things off his lip, squeeze his thighs, give his butt a good pat - turns him into an instant hot mess before you're even taking him to bed with you
nervous nervous nervous
take it slow and sensual his poor beating heart needs it or else he might die
cums like a cute little virgin and it shows ♡
body so sensitive that just sitting on top of him and grinding against him will send him over the moon
love love loves being face down so he can hide his blushing little face while you play with his ass
tease him and find out he's got a smidge of a humiliation kink to exploit along with the rest of his repressed little feelings
hidden voice kink you better uncover
shy with a dash of stubborn, over sensitive and a fun little toy to break
SUB FROM DAY ONE :: no beating around the bush he loves to be taken care of
you want something done right then you better do it yourself
do not expect anything but sub behavior from this man
it's a good thing he has a horse cock bc that's the only thing this lazy idiots got going for him
if you didn't bring up domming him then rest assured Nagi already figured you were the one in control pretty much from day one
relinquishes his body to you from day one so you might as well have your fill and fun with it
good sub if you love pillow princesses
unabashed to do and try everything...as long as you bring it up
starts off not seeing why you'd find any fun in wanting to peg him when you can't feel anything in the silicone/toy of your choice
eats his words reeeeaaaal fast when a little vibration is thrown into the mix for fun
wants you to fuck him nightly after the first time
loves loves loves a vibrating toy with a little extra on your clit so you can cum while he's getting fucked
secret breeding kink waiting to be unlocked in this one
lazy horny bottom from day one, takes it like a champ, needs a bit of reminding but catches on pretty quick
SELF CONCIOUS SUB :: fuck his overthinking thoughts right out of him!
he's worried about the way he'll look, the way he'll sound, what you'll think of him if he's riding you - solution? fuck the insecure out of him!
not opposed to bottoming (in fact half his search history is just that) but a little bit worried he can't fulfill your needs or wants
only solution is to show him what a good dom does with a self conscious sub
beside himself with all of it, pretty pretty boy done up all pretty for you to unwrap and play with
will deny how much he likes being the center of your attention but it shows
finds his weak spot is in edging almost too easy
can't think about too much when you're dying to come at the hands of your domme all the time
fucks a strap as good as he is handsome - even if he doesn't initially believe you
subbing gives him a big confidence boost when you lavish him in praise and worship his body
selfish subby boy but who can tell him no he deserves a dotting dom that pushes him to the limits
secretly greedy sub, pillow princess if you let him, a total cock slut by the end of it
CLINGY SUB :: tamable monster
needy, stubborn, defiant - all encased in the prettiest glass house you've ever seen with this man
if your willing to put in the work then you'll end of with a sub well worth the effort
initial mention of dynamics at all are a solid no but...give him about a day to think about what you said and suddenly Rin's not so sure he hasn't thought about being bottom before
spoiler he has thought about it, idiot just cannot convey words even if he held a dictionary in his hands
he's nervous but doesn't know how to tell you so be kind and slow to him, show him a good time with heaps of body worship and praise
Rin's hooked after the first time - turns into a clingy sub looking for praise and your attention all aspects of the day
if he ever finds out about mommy doms be prepared to indulge in that kink often
attentive and greedy for his own pleasure as much as your own
straddles the line of selfish and power bottom extremely well - blurring the lines even for a seasoned dom
more emotional labor goes into it than physical because that well toned striker body can twist and bend into only any position you want to fuck him stupid on a strap
dom/sub dynamics extend past the bedroom with this one so expect to take on a more forward role in the relationship too - one a little brother always a little brother
attention seeking monster, validate his feelings and you'll have an obedient cock hungry slut at your beck and call
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Aesop Sharp x Reader
AN: I couldn't come up with a title so I gave up. Enjoy.
"Can't we, uh, have someone else do this?" you ask Madam Scribner, looking at the letter of request sent in by no other than one Aesop Sharp. The needed resources were easy to gather, just a few Potion textbooks and a singular copy of 'Most Potent Potions'. A quick trip over to the Faculty section of the library and you'd be able to acquire all that was requested.
The problem was that you did not want to go anywhere near the Potion's Professor. Every single time you did you managed to embarrass yourself with such a mixture of clumsiness and nervousness that it left you feeling utterly mortified. Especially when he had laughed at you the last time you had to deliver his books.
Madam Scribner says nothing, she just looks at you from atop of her spectacles with that same straight faced- no nonsense look she gives rowdy students. You sigh, nod, and make your way towards the required section. Seems like you have no other choice but to suffer through another interaction with Professor Sharp.
Not that you had a problem with him, in fact the very opposite was true. Ever since you started working for Madam Scribner as an assistant Librarian and had the pleasure of first meeting Aesop, you had developed a serious crush. He was somehow everything you've ever craved in a man, presented to you on a silver platter. How did you take advantage of this? By turning into a bumbling mess, unable to string more than one coherent sentence at a time.
All he had to do was look in your general direction and suddenly you were dropping books, tripping over your own feet, and forgetting your own name. It was ridiculous, and you knew it, but you couldn't help the way you felt.
Once you had accidentally bumped into him during dinner, making him spill pumpkin juice down the front of his shirt. The way he had looked at you, his jaw tight and eyes dark as you attempted to clean him off with your sleeve made you feel both strangely aroused and like you should hide in a broom closet somewhere and cry.
He had been terrifying, until he grabbed your wrist and reminded you that you had a wand that could easily fix this. You swore you saw a smirk on his face.
You vowed then and there to stay as far away from him as you could. There was no way you could keep making a fool of yourself in front of him if you made sure to never be in the same room as him.
But now, as you stand in front of his classroom, the stack of textbooks he asked for floating besides you neatly, you wonder if perhaps it'd be considered rude if you were to simply leave them by his door. Maybe you could write a note, one that said;
"Sorry, I'm a coward who can't seem to keep my wits about me around you. I hope the books suffice, and please don't think ill of me for not delivering them in person!"
You shake your head, realizing how utterly ridiculous that sounds and softly knock against the door. Might as well get this over with.
There's no response so you knock again.
Silence.
Perhaps there was a Wizarding god somewhere out there taking pity on you.
You test the handle, find the door unlocked and push it open. You will simply set his books on his desk and run back into the safety of the library. It was protocol to take them back to the Library if there was no one to receive them, but you didn't want to risk the possibility of having to come back later and have him be in the class.
The classroom is tidy, like always, and smells of oak, possibly from the fire keeping a Cauldron bubbling. There's something else hanging in the air, some sort of spice you can't quite place.
"Ginger?" you ask yourself out loud, setting the books down on the round table you've seen Aesop work at before.
"It's Cardamom, actually. But that's quite a close guess."
The way your heart soars to your throat only to plummet to the deepest part of your belly is almost comical, if it didn't feel so painful. You turn around to find Aesop standing by the door, a small smile on his lips.
"I, um, I brought your books," you manage to stammer out, gesturing to the stack of textbooks on the table and almost if you had done it with intention, your hand connects with his inkpot, sending it crashing into the ground in front of you.
The sound of the glass shattering echoes in your ears as black ink splatters everywhere. It coats the floor, his chair, and even on your boots. You stand there, looking at the mess you've just made with wide eyed horror and wonder if there was some sort of spell that could swallow you up and make you disappear.
But Aesop simply laughs, a rich and warm sound that makes you feel a little less embarrassed. "Well, that's one way to make an entrance," he says, pushing himself off the doorway. "Are you alright?"
You nod then shake your head, "No, Yes. I'm so sorry!" your scrambling for your wand, patting down your pockets before you remember that you left it on your cart down in the library. Your face gets even warmer. "I don't have my wand with me..."
You feel yourself tense as Aesop approaches you, the smile on his face growing. You can feel his warmth, can smell the smokiness of his cologne. "Are you hurt?" He asks, bending towards you as he inspects the damage. "I think that was a gift from Professor Hecat, what a shame."
If you could feel any worse, those words would have done it. You feel like running away, like crying even. "I'll replace it, of course."
His arm brushes agaisnt yours as he retrieves his wand, a cleaning charm slipping past his lips. The ink and the glass disappears from everything but your boots. It was a shame really, you spent a great many Galleons on them.
"It's quite alright. It's just ink." Aesop says, straightening out. He's still so close to you, his arms crossed against his chest. "Will you answer my question now?"
You turn your face up to look at him, frowning. "What question?"
He looks at you for a very long second, and you find yourself itching to reach up and touch him, suddenly wanting to feel his beard against your fingers. Your lips against his. You have to look away before you embarass yourself even further.
Aesop chooses to ignore your question "You've got some," his hand comes up to cup your cheek, his thumb slowly trailing against the skin. "ink on your face."
His touch lights up every single nerve ending in your body, makes you feel as if you're about to burst into flames. You swallow hard, trying to calm your racing heart and trembling limbs.
"I'll...uh...clean it off," you stutter, reaching up to wipe at your cheek with your sleeve.
Aesop's hand catches your wrist before you can even reach your face, stopping you. "Let me," he says softly, his thumb brushing over your cheek again. He slowly tilts your face to the side that doesn't have his hand pressed against it. You hold your breath as he lets go of your face, as he licks his thumb and swipes it against your cheek.
The feeling of it makes you shiver, your eyes closing as you let out a soft gasp. It was a very intimate move that had your knees about to buckle.
You open your eyes to find Aesop still looking at you, his eyes dark and intense. His thumb trails down to your chin and tilts your head up slightly, making your heart skip a beat.
"Are you afraid of me?" he asks suddenly, his voice low and quiet.
You swallow hard, feeling a lump form in your throat. "N-no, of course not," you manage to say, though your voice is barely above a whisper.
"Then why do you keep avoiding me?" he presses, his gaze still intense.
"I'm not!" you lie, sirens going off in your mind.
His face inches closer, and you can feel his breath on your face. "You're a terrible liar," Aesop says, his voice still quiet but with a hint of amusement. "But that's alright. I can be patient."
His hand drops from your chin, and you feel a sense of loss as he takes a step back. "I should get back to work," he says, his tone professional once more. "Thank you for the books."
This whole interaction has left you reeling, your mind unable to fully grasp what just happened. "You're welcome." you whisper, dazed.
He chuckles, a low and velvety sound that makes your knees weak. "You know, you don't have to be so nervous around me all the time."
You want to tell him that it's hard, that he makes you want to jump his bones while simultaneously intimidating you. But you can't make your mouth work, so you nod.
He must find some sort of enjoyment in making you all flustered, as his smiles turns cocky. "How about we make a deal?" he suggests, taking a step closer again. "You stop avoiding me, and I'll take you out on a date."
Your heart skips a beat at his words, and you can feel the heat rising to your cheeks once again. "A date?" you repeat, not quite believing what you're hearing.
Aesop nods, his eyes fixed on yours. "Yes. Dinner, drinks, whatever you want. Just you and me."
Your mind races as you consider his offer. You've been crushing on him for so long, but you never thought he would be interested in you. And now he's asking you out on a date?
"I... I don't know what to say," you stammer, still in shock.
Aesop takes your hand in his, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Say yes," he whispers, his eyes never leaving yours.
You feel a rush of excitement and nerves flood through you. But in that moment, you know what you want.
"Yes," you say, your voice barely above a whisper. "I'd love that."
Aesop's smile is blinding as he pulls you into a tight embrace. "Great," he says, his voice filled with excitement. "I'll make the arrangements and let you know the details."
This time your knees do buckle underneath you, and Aesop is quick to steady you.
"Careful." he says, the smile growing even wider.
"Sorry, this whole thing is starting to feel like a fever dream. Are you really asking me on a date?" you say, blinking a few times as you find your strength again.
He nods, "I've been trying to for the last few weeks, but you've made it impossible," he admits with a chuckle.
You furrow your brows in confusion. "What do you mean?"
"Well, every time I tried to ask you out or even strike up a conversation, you seemed to run away or avoid me," he explains.
Your face turns red with embarrassment. "I didn't mean to," you say, feeling sheepish.
Aesop laughs. "It's alright. I figured you were just shy around me. But now that we've got a date set, I'm looking forward to getting to know you better," he says, his expression turning serious.
"Me too," you say, his smile contagious. You quite like the way his eyes crinkle when he smiles, and the way his voice sends shivers down your spine. "I thought you didn't like me after that whole Pumpkin Juice disaster."
"Ah, that's actually the first time I thought about you differently," Aesop admits, his gaze softening. "I thought it was charming how flustered you got, and I realized that I wanted to get to know you better."
You can't help but laugh at that. "You're kidding! You looked so upset!"
"You did spill Pumpkin juice on my favorite shirt." he teases.
You roll your eyes, your smile only growing. "How about I make it up to you?"
"Oh? And how do you plan to do that?"
You reach for his tie, closing your hand around it and pulling him closer. Where this confidence was coming from? You had no clue, but you weren't about to back down.
"I've got a few ideas." you whisper with a grin.
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