#//its anon so i can answer it B(

[luckof-thedraw]

draft posting then im logging out forever meow <3 if u found this account it was fate that brought us together- i have no doubt in my mind it’ll bring you back to me again 🦋

[darqx]

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❗️For commonly asked qs please see my BTD FAQ

I drew Demon Strade from memory and have absolutely 0 recollection how big he actually is lmao. Side note the subtitle for this in my head was "it's dangerous to go alone take this" except its not Strade saying it XDD)

Rire will put someone into any position he feels like (because honestly manoeuvrability is not a problem for him) so lets just say...a lot of them.

Would you even be able to reach his head lol

I would say that he mostly travels (as sometimes it also depends on who/what he's collecting and whether anyone is technically looking for him - ie did someone murder these people wth?). Keep in mind that one of Rire's powers is that he can, essentially, step sideways into a Gate in one country, navigate a void space for a few minutes/seconds, and then exit from another Gate somewhere in another country lol.

There's a bunch of different AUs/verses (because i like sticking my characs in them for fun) where he's technically an "ordinary guy" and to answer your question in ever single one of them he is in some position of power :d Eg: Headmaster, mafia boss, compound leader in a zombie apoc, high ranking military official, rich and popular college kid (this one somewhat debatable as BTD!College AU doesnt specify whether Rire is actually human or not XD) etc.

What has Saturn ever done for me? 🤌🏻

Check the bottom of this one :d

Every single Royal in the Nether is considered a dictator and Rire is no exception. His subjects consider him one of the more preferable ones because a) kind of leaves them alone for the most part, b) if he is inflicting terror on them/someone it's usually for a reason (as far as they know) and c) the economy has been doing great since he came into power.

You can consider Rire more of an...acquirer. Meaning that if he can't do something, he has an extensive network of people who owe him a favour or several that might be able to. Also loopholes exist hahahahah

If he's not exchanging for your soul, he's folding you into this network, that's how he works.

Rire's ego is not so big that he wouldn't be calculatively thinking about how best to exploit this |D

Oh yeh he def has servants to do a bunch of stuff for him! However, he has only been a Royal for a relatively short amount of time so he does actually know how to cook etc by himself if required.

Not a game but he will be plot B in a comic. As for being inserted into YKMET lore that's up to Gato XD

Warm tone gold type colours

Nah he heals pretty well. Also I feel like if he did get a serious enough wound that looked like it was going to scar then he'd use some sort of medical cream or whatever to make sure it didnt.

He'd be a little shit and vague about it ("oh somewhere quite far from here"), and if people keep trying to guess would literally give his Sector name from the Nether and later agree that it's in one of the random countries that were being guessed. Ah but so well hidden you won't be able to find it on a map, sure, try if you want.

Anon even i don't know in what context you are using this word lol.

The sense factor for this essentially 🫲🏻"is a demon (and a feeling of how powerful they might be)" and 🫱🏻 "is not a demon" which usually means a human lol. For your qs case, maybe only if said human was exceptionally powerful (so that the oddness registered as something "off" human) OR if they were using said power at the time (as happens with Battle Priests).

I haven't thought about a lot of things and i can clinically say that's one of them lol.

[jyoongim]

Heyyy, it’s me again, the singer anon. Can I request an Alastor x Reader where she is sent by as a spy by Vox after our fav slithery boy failed? She’s really bubbly and friendly, but she eventually grows to care for everyone in the hotel but Vox owns her soul. She torn in between getting herself killed by him and not betraying anyone anymore, or continuing the job. She goes and confesses to Alastor, breaking down and thinking he’ll kill her, which she thinks would be best so she doesn’t have to betray anyone anymore. Just breaking down in tears telling him she doesn’t want to hurt anyone but Vox has her under a contract, begging him to kill her so she doesn’t have to. Just for Alastor to call her a good girl and ughhhh some possessive smut if you don’t mind? Sorry brain rots in my head and I’m in love with him, lol. Thank you! <3 also the three requests story set off the trigger in my head, loved it! Thanks again! <3!

This been in my inbox for weeks and i finally got a plot for it!

⚠️warning: 18+! Smut smut smut! Plot if you look hard enough!

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No one suspected a thing.

You were sent to the Hazbin Hotel after Sir Pentious miserable attempt.

Your orders were simple: ”Keep an eye out on that old fossil. I want to know why that fucker is sucking up the Lucifer’s daughter”

And you did just that…you were executing your mission flawlessly.

Until you began to care about those who stayed at the hotel.

Until you began to grow closer to the Radio Demon.

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You had been staying at the hotel for a few months now and its been great!

Charlie was always finding new ways to help the residents build bonds and encouraging everyone to do their best.

At first, you were arrogant, playing along until you actually saw the the demons there were actually changing even if they didn’t admit it

But now, you thought of the princess as a friend, along with everyone else.

Especially Alastor.

Now that you’ve been around him, you’re not sure why Vox hate the demon so much.

Alastor was funny, kind (in his own twisted way), and truly looked after the hotel.

A soft smile curled on your lips as you thought about the demon, but the ringing of your phone interrupted such thoughts.

Vox.

You took a deep breath and answered “H-Hello?”

”Tonight’s your chance to take out that prick and after that come home” he demanded.

You blinked “what? B-but Vox…” you bit your lips “But it’s actually nice here. The hotel isn’t a scam…a-and everyone is a lot nicer than we thought ” Vox laughed “Oh baby please! Nice? You actually believe in that redemption crap? You think that they’ll let you stay if they knew why you truly were there? Hahaha! Oh my dumb little girl, how naive you are. ” 

You pouted, a frown on your face “I want to stay”

Vox growled through the phone “ah ah baby you don’t make demands remember?” 

Electrical shocks ran through your body from the collar you wore.

You gasped in pain “I OWN you. Did you forget that? You do whatever I say when I say it. Now I expect you home before morning or I will kill you.”

The phone call ended and you were in tears.

You didn’t want to go back. 

You liked being at the hotel and able to be yourself. 

You liked the friends you had made here.

You would do anything for them, even if you had to die to make your wrongs right.

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“Come in” the voice answered after you knocked on the door. You were sweating as you stood outside of Alastor’s door.

You had decided that if you were going to tell anyone why you were at the hotel, it would be Alastor.

You opened the door and walked into his radio studio.

”Hey Al” you said weakly as the demon spun around and smiled at you “Hello darlin! What do I owe the pleasure?”

You fiddled with your hands.

”I want to tell you why I came to the hotel”

Alastor quirked a eyebrow, smile widening as he gestured for you to take a seat on the couch.

”Do entertain me of your tale my dear”

You were in tears by the time you finished telling Alastor everything.

Of Vox and his plan.

The deal between you and Vox.

The reason you came to the hotel.

Everything.

”I-I’m sorry! So so sorry! I-I just didn’t know what to do!

Kill me! I deserve it! J-Just let me say my goodbyes first. I would rather you kill me than Vox! Please!” You cried, hands covering your face as you sobbed.

Alastor had been quiet for the entirety of your confession. He had half a mind to kill you when you told him of your deal with Vox.

The pesky television didn’t know when to mind his business.

His eyes focused on the collar around your neck.

 You were Vox’s and by contract, he wasn’t allowed to kill you.

And he wasn’t. No he had grown accustom to the pretty demon who seemed to light the hotel’s halls.

However…he could override Vox’s ownership of your soul.

You flinched when you felt a large hand pat the top of your head. You looked up through teary eyes ay Alastor, who just sported a soft smile.

”Now now my dear don’t you worry. I appreciate that you came to and confided in me. What a good girl you are.” His smile stretched as you sniffled, looking at him with glossy eyes.

”Y-Youre not g-gonna k-kill me?” You asked looking down.

He chuckled as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, claws finding their way under your chin to make you look at him

He rolled his eyes ”Oooh my dear of course not…” His fingers trailed down your neck, toying with your collar. “But I am in a bit of predicament”

You wiped at your eyes “how so?”

“Under normal circumstances, I would rip you to shreds and broadcast your screams for all of Hell to hear” his pupils turned to dials and his smiled turned wicked. You felt your heart stop a little.

He calmed down slightly “however I have another idea to break your deal with Vox” 

He smiled at you as you tilted your head in confusion.

”I know just the thing hehehe”

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You whimpered as you tried to hold yourself up against the force of Alastor’s thrusts. “A-Al!” You whined as the demon tugged your hair to pull your body into his. A deep growl vibrated through you as Alastor sunk into your weeping heat, his cock hitting that soft spot inside you.

“Fuuuucckk!” You hissed, eyes rolling into your skull as your body buzzed with pleasure.

Alastor pulled your body til your back was flushed against his chest, his sharp teeth nipped at your skin before latching on and marking you. You winced as his tongue lapped at the blood, he purred as trailed his tongue up your neck.

”To think Vox had such a sweet cunt all to himself. Ooh darlin you’re wasted on him. But you’ll be a good girl for me wont you? You seem to love having a real cock fucking you” he chortled, giving you a harsh thrust. His hips grinded up into your ass, coaxing your cunt to take every inch over and over.

Your gummy walls tightened around him as you whined at his words. You could barely focus on what he was saying, not giving two shits either as he bullied your insides.

”I-I can be a good girl please please oh fuck! Aah! Aah!” You whined. Alastor’s large hands trailed up your body; kneading, pawing, and squeezing at your supple flesh. Pausing at your bouncing tits to tweak your hardened nipples, sending currents to your abandoned clit.

“I know you will baby” 

He nudges his head into yours, to gain your attention and capture your lips with his, swallowing your moans as one of his hands moves down to toy with your puffy clit.

Your body jerked as he rubbed tight circles on the bud; your cunt fluttering as slick dripped down your thighs.

”Ill make a deal with you darlin” he whispered against your lips, lidded eyes staring into yours, as you mewled, wanting his tongue back down your throat. 

“I keep this little mishap under wraps and in return you belong to me. Youre free to do whatever your heart but im no pushover m,a cherie.”

His thrusts sped up as he pinched your clit.

You keened, pushing your hips back into his, trying to follow the motion of his fingers, seeking to reach your orgasm.

”Do we have a deal?” He purred never breaking his pace.

Your collar let out blue sparks, Vox’s way of ‘reinforcing’ his control over you. You whimpered as the shocks edged you, but Alastor let out a deep growl as he wrapped his claws around the collar.

”Do we have a deal?” A snap of his hips pulled a moan from your throat.

”oh! Yes! Yes! F-fuuuc-cckk”

Static ran through your body causing you to jerk as your orgasm washed over you, your collar fizzled out as Alastor’s cock pounded your cunt, riding your orgasm out.

The wet SQUELCH! Of your cunt echoed as high pitched whines left your throat. 

“That’s a good girl. Cummin all over my cock. Feels better than that robot huh? Yeeesss fuck! Take my cum darlin take it”

Your eyes crossed as your mouth opened in a scream. Alastor crashed his lips on yours, tongue pushing through your lips and pulling you into a heated kiss as he pumped you full of his cum.

Alastor let out a sigh as he slipped out of you, cock coated in creamy essence and smiling as he watched your cunt clench around nothing and dripping cum.

In your dazed state, you faintly heard a snap and a cool sensation coated your neck.

Instead of the sapphire jeweled collar, a gold chained ruby hung from your neck.

Alastor hummed as he rubbed your tired body, smiling wickedly as he slotted back into your soppy heat. You moaned softly as he rolled his hips against you.

”now lets send that mediocre podcast a proper video”

[fairyhaos]

how seventeen act with their writer s/o

requested by anon ^^

masterlist

seungcheol

he is begging. he is on his knees BEGGING you to pls let him buy you a new laptop because the one you use is literally on its last legs and makes ominous sputtering n whirring sounds like a dying cat stuck in a vent every time you start it up. you don't let him tho bc “no cheol the memories :(((“ cuz you've had it for years but he is nearing the end of his tether and who knows. in a few days ur laptop may mysteriously disappear forever and you'll be forced to let him buy a new one

jeonghan

he's like the pet cat you don't own who likes to slink into the room and make inquisitive noises as he watches you work. drapes himself over your shoulders and makes distressed huffs when you try to dislodge him. he's never usually noticeably clingy, but when you try to write, the clinginess always springs out and you can't go five minutes without jeonghan poking his head into the room to check up on you and see what you're up to

joshua

your biggest fan. buys every single novel you write, puts on his glasses, and reads them very seriously in one go on the very evening it's released with the lamp on beside him. he looks so serious every time, but he'll always peer at you over his glasses and then give you a big grin, telling you how much he loves it. gets you to sign a copy for him and brags to everyone he knows that he has your signed novels with special messages just for him that no one else can have

junhui

he's your personal general knowledge bank. when you're searching up obscure things and slowly losing hope on finding an answer, just ask junhui and he'll either a) know the answer or b) knows someone who knows someone else who knows someone else else who knows the answer. don't ask him how to spell words tho bc he's like. hopelessly bad. blinks at you going “what's an [insert word]” before you give up and google it yourself

hoshi

alwaysssss wants to know what you're working on right now. gets all whiny when you get possessive of your work and refuse to show him before it's finished bc come on, it's surely perfect already, why are you trying to hide it from him?? loves helping you do, like, the non writing stuff. writing out plot? nooo. building fantasy maps, figuring out political systems, getting lost on a tangent on figuring out the price of beans in the 1800s? hell yeah sign him up!!! 

wonwoo

knows all the grammar rules in the world. you can ask him stuff like “hey wonwoo can i put a comma here or no” and he'll amble over to peer over your shoulder and tell you whether you can or cannot, in fact, put a comma there. helps you curate all your writing playlists for the different moods you have. gently reminds you to get back to writing whenever you end up scrolling on instagram for too long

woozi

you're even more of a workaholic than he is when in the zone, so he gets to realise how unhealthy it is to be sat in front of a computer for hours straight with no break. you get to act as each other's “let's act like a normal human being now” reminders, depending on which of you is going through a work fixation. you guys both go on runs together in the mornings even though it kills you bc at least it gets both of yo brains kickstarted to spend a day being all creative in ur respective fields

minghao

you value his opinion above anyone else's. above your beta reader's, above your agent's, even above your editor's bc those are more like advice, not opinions. but knowing that minghao likes your work, and knowing which parts in particular he really likes, is so important to you because ultimately, you want the person you love to also love the things that you create. 

mingyu

brings up the fact that you're a writer in every conversation he has with anyone ever. “oh my god look, this menu has writing on it. speaking of writing, my s/o writes actual books as a job!!!!”. your agent made him sign a contract similar to an NDA bc he just keeps yapping about your books even when they haven't been released yet. loves the noises you make whilst you're writing. thinks it's the cutest thing ever when you make overjoyed “AHA!!” sounds when you finally realise what the plot is doing

dokyeom

more than willing to be your rubber duck and let you talk at him until u figure out your own plot holes. he could be in his room scrolling on his phone but the minute you call for him, he's leaping up and bounding over to you and pulling up a chair in an instant, more than willing to let you bounce ideas off him. sits there doing nothing but looking all pretty as you talk at him and work out the tangle you've gotten yourself into. beams and gives you a big kiss when you manage to figure it all out. 

seungkwan

he buys you a biiiig wheely whiteboard and a bunch of coloured board pens to help you plot your novels. when you get stuck, he comes over and stares at the board with his hands on his hips, very gravely considering your dilemma and what would be the best way to get you out of it. you two talk about plot holes like it's the most serious thing in the world and he just nods like a proud father once you both find a solution

vernon

at this point he's like. a professional tea and coffee and biscuits supplier due to the amount of snack runs he does for you. has walked in on you lying face down on the floor during a meltdown one too many times to bat an eye anymore. also great at helping you block out actions during scenes like. he's the perfect doll. lets you maneuver him into the weirdest positions in the world with zero complaints. he just loves helping you however he can, really. 

chan

reads through your drafts whilst you're in the middle of writing, accidentally gets hooked and is begging you every day to finish the novel bc he really wants to know what happens next. he's the best at spotting inconsistencies and plot holes in ur writing so before you even send it off to your beta reader, he gets to have his hands on the manuscript to check for any changes needed. also bc he needs to read the ending asap otherwise he'll probably combust. 

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[taintandviolent]

tracing tattoos ; Eric Draven x Reader

summary: Your tattoo hasn't even healed yet. Neither has your heart, because you forgot to get the number of Chance's super hot friend. Lucky for you, Chance gave him your address. [PART ONE HERE!]

word count & w a r n i n g s: K | female reader, smut, unprotected sex, nipple play, kissing, rough sex, spit-swallowing, finger sucking, gag reflex mention, canon divergence/alternate universe (Shelly doesn't exist) and a little fluff?? at the end.

a/n: I've been asked to do a part two to this for a while, so... after ages. voila. also semi-inspired by that one anon that asked for eric to go ham on reader after she traces his tattoos for a little too long! banner by @/kodaswrld and @/strangergraphics!

↓ full fic under cut! ↓ / playlist here / ao3 link here! / I don’t have a taglist anymore, but please turn on post notifications if you’d like to be notified of future fics!

Being the only light in the room, the TV casts its blue glow over everything, flickering with the changing images. You scrape the spoon along the curve of the container and bring the last of the ice cream to your mouth, sucking gently. Cookie dough. You flip the spoon over and suction it to your tongue, before snuggling back into the pillows.

Knock-knock-knock.

Like a dog, your head snaps to the door and you quirk a single brow, confused. Anyone you know would’ve called first, and anyone you don’t know…. you don’t answer. A few moments pass, and the knock repeats. You untuck your legs from the blanket, and make your way over to the door, stepping apprehensively, as if whoever it is can hear your footsteps from outside. You press yourself against the door, looking into the glass peephole. 

Suddenly, you can’t open the door fast enough. It’s only been two days – your tattoo hasn’t even healed – but you haven’t stopped thinking about fucking him, about him in general. You’re fumbling with the deadbolt and throwing the door open, and finally, with the spoon still in your mouth, you mutter his name. Smiling, Eric crosses his arms and leans against the doorframe. He seems relieved. Relieved that what? You opened the door at all? Relieved that you still remember his name? 

“Hey.” 

With a loud, wet pop, you break the seal of the spoon and pull it from your mouth, grinning back at him. He’s as handsome as you remember, if not moreso. You tap the spoon on the side of your temple as you stare, waiting for him to say something, anything. 

“Chance told me where you lived. Um. I hope that–” 

“Cool,” you say, before latching your finger into the waistband of his silk shorts and tugging him inside. As you do, your knuckle grazes the warm, taut skin of his lower abdomen and your eyes roll back in your head, feeling the first wave of heat between your legs. 

You stand on your tiptoes to loop your arms around his neck, and he, in return, laces his arms around your waist, holding you flush to his body. He presses his lips against you, urging you backwards slightly. The kiss is tender, but laden with a passion that sends electricity down your spine. After a few moments, he finally breaks the kiss, searching your gaze hungrily. 

“What are you doing?” 

You gesture to the couch behind him, and to the empty pint of ice cream. “Just chilling. Netflix and chill, or whatever.” 

“Can I join you?” 

Your smile reaches your eyes and you wordlessly tug him towards the sofa, plopping down as soon as it’s near enough for you to do so. 

“We can watch a movie, or… some TV. I don’t care. What are you in the mood for?” 

Eric seems to ponder that question, but ultimately shrugs in his shy, passive nature. You thumb through the options, eventually landing on some B-horror film. It’ll serve as entertainment enough. You toss the remote onto the table, the sound of plastic clattering against the glass drowned out by the sound of chainsaws revving. 

“Lay down…” you coo, looking into his eyes. Eric immediately obeys, stretching his long limbs out on the plush sofa cushions. His arms are open, waiting for you, somehow predicting exactly what you were going to do. You crawl up his body, and snuggle your way into the space between his torso and the sofa cushions. It’s a tight fit, but you have zero issue being pressed against him. Eric wraps his arms around you and shifts, getting comfortable as he turns to watch the film. Your legs tangle with his long, warm ones, and you snuggle in closer underneath his arm. 

As you two watch, your fingers trace his tattoos as you did before, but this time, it’s more absentmindedly. You’re about half way through the movie when he groans, digging his hips backwards into the sofa.

“Fuck, that feels so good…” His breath hitches, his lower abdomen twitching with the intake. “You’re driving me crazy.” 

You laugh, almost incredulously and lift your head up to look at him. “What, me touching your ink? You sound touch-starved.” 

“Maybe I am.” 

Your fingers trail further down his abdomen until they reach the waistband of his pants. You flick teasingly at the elastic of it, watching as it snaps back against his skin.

“Poor baby…” you whisper into his pectoral muscle. “I have a hard time believing that, but poor baby all the same.” 

Eric says nothing, just breathes, watching you. Your fingertips scrape along his skin for a moment longer before finally delving into his shorts. You’re immediately greeted by the warmth of his half-hard cock, which you take into your hand, and begin stroking. Eric pushes his head into the cushion tucked behind his neck, his lids drifting shut. “Shit, baby.” 

After a few strokes, abruptly, Eric yanks your hand from his shorts and tugs you harshly on top of him, situating your hips together. He grinds up into you a few times, testing the level of your arousal and what you’re in the mood for. To his delight, you respond with a breathy moan, visibly loving the rigid feeling of his cock against your center. You take a few deep breaths, steadying yourself as Eric hinges slightly at the waist and pulls his thin black shirt over his head and tosses it carelessly off to the side. Your eyes widen in adoration at the visual – it’s nothing new, considering you’ve seen his body before but it’s equally as exciting as the first time. Coupled with the erotic familiarity, you feel your arousal building rapidly. His body is warm… so warm beneath you and you can’t help but run your hands over the now exposed skin. Back to tracing his tattoos, back to trying to memorize the ink with your fingertips. 

Still sitting upright, Eric pulls your chin down slightly, into a searing kiss. His other hand slips around your back, coming to rest at the base of it. Lithe, long fingers stroke up underneath your t-shirt, gently caressing the skin until it prickles with goosebumps. After a few minutes of tangling your tongues together, of pouring all that pent-up desire and all-consuming loneliness into your mouth, he breaks the kiss to speak. 

“I haven’t stopped thinking about you…” His green eyes trail over your delicate features, a genuine smile spreading over his pink, plump lips. 

“Me neither,” you confess. “You’ve been on my mind since I left Chase’s apartment, honestly.” 

Eric gazes up into your eyes like you’re the entire galaxy, splayed out before him, twinkling just for him. “Your touch is driving me fucking insane, you know that?” 

You nod, grinding your hips hard down against him. “Yeah, you said that, Eric...” 

In a swift maneuver, Eric flips you over on the soft sofa and grips the elastic waist of your sweatpants. With one hard yank, your lower half is exposed to him, the cool air of your apartment hitting your center. He takes a moment to drink you in, the way your legs are wrapped eagerly around his hips, the way your hair has fallen from its messy ponytail and is now splayed out on the cushion behind you. It’s a perfect picture for him, and it fuels his desire. His dick twitches in his slack, and your eyes dart down to it. Mmmmm. 

“Fuck,” he breathes. “Can I fuck you again?” 

You blink. The juxtaposition of him manhandling you and then politely, breathily asking if he can fuck you again… “You’re so cute, wow. You don’t have to ask me… the answer is always going to be yes.” 

With one hand, Eric pulls his shorts down over the curve of his ass, freeing his erection from the fabric. Even though you’ve seen it before, even though you rode him, the sight of it leaves you breathless. Gripping your hips with both hands, he takes a silent moment to line himself up before breaching your entrance slowly, plunging his cock deep inside, inch by inch. You feel every vein and ridge of his cock as it hilts itself inside of you. 

“Holy fuck,” you breathe, staring up at the ceiling. Your voice rapidly changes pitches, overwhelmed by the sensation of being filled so deeply. “Oh my god…” 

With his hips pressing flush against yours, Eric hesitates, breathing shallowly, to avoid losing control and moving too fast, too quickly. You sense this, and reach up, pressing your hand against the firm skin of his abdomen, just above his cock. 

“It’s okay… you don’t have to be gentle with me. I missed you.”

He searches your gaze for a moment, trying to find any hesitation or uncertainty. When he doesn’t, he nods softly, backing his hips up and sliding himself out to the tip. You hear him hold his breath as he then sinks himself back in. He repeats the action and quickly finds a bullying rhythm, one that rocks your body back and forth against the arm of the sofa. Still holding onto your naked body, his hips snap against yours, skin against skin. Your moans tumble off your lips, unrestrained as he moves inside of you.

He dips forward, and pushes your shirt up over the swell of your breasts. He allows his mouth to connect with one of your hardened, sensitive nipples. His tongue swirls around it quickly, and he sucks the soft flesh into his mouth for a moment before moving carefully around your tattoo to the other one, and paying it an equal amount of attention. 

“You’re incredible,” he breathes over your collarbone before straightening up again. His hands move over your body, mapping out every swell and curve of it. Seems like you’re not the only one trying to memorize things.

He angles his hips, hitting a deeper spot inside you. The sensation has you seeing stars and you reach up blindly, until you find skin. You grip whatever is underneath your hand – his toned forearm – and whine, lifting your legs and pressing them back against your chest. 

“Fuck, Eric, yeah… yeah! Just like that, baby!” 

He nods, breathlessly, and doesn’t relent on his speed or his intensity, but grips the side of your hips hard enough to bruise. You can see the sheen of sweat on his forehead, his bangs damp. Everything about him screams your type, and as he fucks into you, he’s hammering that thought home. 

“You like that? Feel good?” 

You nod, lips parted. Eric replaces the emptiness with one of his hands, slipping his middle and ring finger inside the cavern of your mouth. He presses down on your tongue, and the length of them teases your gag reflex. 

“Fuck… oh my god!” You can hear the tight urgency in his voice, and the ragged breaths that follow. He’s close, and everything slaps against you in the best way, the sound filling the room. The movie drowns out behind the melody of your fucking, and Eric withdraws his fingers, bringing them to his mouth. He makes a show of sucking them clean, loving the sweet taste of your mouth. You dig your head into the cushion behind your head. 

“Eric… Eric, I’m gonna’ fucking cum! Sh-shit!” 

Your back arches up off the cushions as the first wave of your orgasm rips through you. You clench around Eric’s cock like a fist, and shudder, fluttering around him. His eyes roll back in his head, and you watch, in ecstasy as he drops his head back. His hips stutter and with one final push, Eric buries himself balls-deep inside of your cunt, pumping his release deep inside you. 

“FUCK!” He grinds his hips hard against yours, riding out the waves. You’re filled to the brim, and as he finally backs his hips up, feel the hot, viscous liquid drip heavily out, pooling underneath your bare ass. 

“That was… fuck, that was amazing.” 

He nods, his mouth dry. He swallows a few times, looking deep into your eyes again. “Yeah, yeah it was.” 

Eric bends down, pressing a soft, intimate kiss against your lips. He’s savouring it, you can feel the way that he tastes you, his tongue slipping out to gently sweep across your bottom lip. 

“Stay.” You say. “Stay with me tonight. I want you to sleep in my bed, and fuck me all night long… stay with me, please?” 

“Forever.”

[bloodchapell]

hiii if its not too much work could I request what’s it like to be high school sweethearts with stanley?

Also side note I LOVE your writing sm especially since there is barely any one that writes for dr stone now these days 😔

highschool lover — stanley s. SIDE A

what to expect: suggestive, so cuteee

your sword's note: thankyu for the request dear anon! i actually have two posts for this request, i will link it here so check it out too (SIDE B). more on my mistresslist

i have two ideas, either you are a goody two shoes or sheer evil, but for this one lets go with the angel on earth, i will do the menace on the side B

you have english together, he hates the teacher but always sees you participating and it kinda pisses him off but he lets it slide because you are so beautiful that he can't even skip the class because he needs to see you there

the teacher asks you to tutor him, so after school you go to your house and you sit in the dining table with the book assigned for class. you sit reading out loud the first part, then you stop and talk with him about it, initially he doesn't get the symbolism or the metaphors, and he is ready to feel embarrassed and stupid, but you help him right away. he feels his heart skip a beat at the tenderness of your voice, he has never been treated so softly

every day after school, you hang out. you tell him that you love books. he can't talk about books with you, so he asks what your favorite is and at your house you lend it to him

once he is home, he opens it. there is a pressed flower in between, and the paper smells like you, page after page he sees annotations on the text with your beautiful script. he reads the book in one sitting.

"i finished the book dolly, let's talk about it." he asks. he loved the book, it changed his whole perception of things. in recess, you sit together and you discuss the book

his grades in english class improve so much that he doesn't need you to tutor him anymore. you catch him purposefully messing up the response of his homework just so he has an excuse to spend time with you. "stan you know the right answers." you tilt your head and so he erases the wrongdoings and writes the correct ones

he is constantly telling xeno about you. he asks stanley if he likes you and he can't even lie. "no, i don't like her, i am in love with her."

one afternoon while you both read in your house, he asks hesitantly. "dolly, this might be odd, but i would like to take you on a date." you agree so fast that it actually makes him laugh

he takes you on a picnic and then to a drive-through movie theater. initially he doesn't know how to act but you remain kind and understanding as always that he simply acts like usual

by the end of the date, when he drives you back to your house, he opens the door for you and walks you to your doorstep, and you give him a kiss on the lips

the next day, he comes by your house. when you hear the doorbell you open the door and find him with a bouquet of flowers and chocolates. you hug him and let him in. despite his meh handwriting, he gives you a letter. since i met you, my life has become like a dream, my poor vocabulary can't even express it, so i will read all the books i have to until i can tell you. xeno helped him redact that. he is not easily vulnerable, but given the type of person he fell in love with, he feels it is only just. if he has to learn, no problem, he can do it.

"be my girlfriend dolly." he asks playing with your hair, you nod immediately and hug him

he is late to all his classes because he insists on carrying your bag for you and dropping you off to every class

you introduce him to your parents on your first month together, and even years later, having been in the military and in special missions that are real danger, he has never been as scared

he has kissed before, but not like he kisses you. of course later on you two star experimenting and kissing gets heated, but on the regular your kisses are tender and full of love, and he is addicted to them

he heard a girl call you a nerd once in the hallway, but since he couldn't beat her up, he put a rat in her locker

stanley introduces you to xeno and he approves of you👍🏻

he thinks you are an innocent sweet pea but while looking through the collection of books in your room he finds the most down bad novellas, he is shocked

people are always saying "no wayyy" to him when he says that you are his girlfriend, what cliche is going on here!?

all the teachers keep joking that you are going to finally fix him. "there is nothing to fix, he is perfect like this, be more respectful." you say. he doesn't know if to laugh at them or cry at your sweet words

he takes you to alongside him to his hangout with xeno at the paintball arena. he teaches you how to shoot the gun and you seem clueless at first but end up winning. it seems feasible defeating xeno, but even before training stanley was already good at guns

he would never attend school dances, but after he started dating you he does, not only because you thought it might be cute but because he wants to show you off and laugh in the faces of his enemies (whatever that means)

he is oddly shy to get handsy at first, even knowing what you would be reading, but after a particularly heated make out session you pull his hands towards your body and he can't help but give in

"are you sure in the car is fine dolly? wouldn't you want something more romantic?" he pants holding your waist in the backseat of his car. "who ever said that?" you play with the hem of his shirt. nonetheless it was on. clothes removed and bruises on his neck, he had imagined that your first time together would be different, but it is just fine to have you ride him in his car. looks like one can learn a lot from reading —stanley's thoughts—

you are king and queen of prom hell yeah !

better believe you guys are lasting forevah

when stanley goes to training it hits you very hard. you send him so many letters that everyone is jealous

in the class reunion, god knows how many years after, people are gossiping about the highschool days. when they see you walking together they sigh, "of fucking course"

[mrs-monaghan]

Hey Shaz, how are you. I have been sad lately, and I was hoping you could cheer me up. Would it be too much to ask you to do a post on Hobi accidentally putting our favorite couple out there?

Listen. Not alot of people would put this moment on the list but its on the list for me. But mostly because this happens to me all the time! See anon, I am a laugher. I laugh ALOT, much like Jhope.

Not too long ago my sister and her hubby were going at it over something and I was in the back seat just laughing my head off. Then day before yesterday a close friend of mine and her hubby had a silly back and forth and I was there having the time of my life. So when I saw this tweet by Busan baes just now I couldn't help but add it to the list because Jhope here 👆🏾 is me when a couple bickers near me. And I bet I'm not the only one who's experienced this. So yeah, to me Jhope's reaction to Jikook here goes on the list 1300%

But moving on, anon. Exhibit B

A popular moment we all know and love ☺

I go more in depth about it here. The fact that Jhope didn't even notice his slip up thou 🤭🤭

Exhibit C.

Anon idk what in your life is making you sad but I'm hoping this small analysis of Jhope being a snitch, brings a smile to your face 😘 it sure brings a huge grin to mine 😂 its the way Jhope couldn't wait to tell Jimin what he had seen. Poor JK 🤣 Nah, I love that moment sm 🤭🤭

P.S -> that moment answers the age old question on who Jhope would pick if Jikook ever broke up 🤭🤭

Exhibit D

I talk about it here. I remember some ot7s tried debunking this moment by saying that Jhope confuses Jimin and JK's names all the time, so this was just him doing that. While that explanation is valid, it doesn't apply here. When Jhope shouts "JK!" He actually turns around to look at JK. So yeah, he didn't make a mistake this time.

Exhibit E

Speaking of Jhope confusing their names. On this compilation is all members confusing Jikook with eo.

Ends at 3:50. You will notice the culprit is mostly Jhope. This part is my fav 😂😂

BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Its hilarious to me but its also really telling, anon. He is one of the reasons we know Jikook spend ALOT of time together.

Exhibit H

This compilation here shows Jhope being the Jikook president he is 😍

Among the things mentioned, is this moment where Jhope shouts "wifey" when JK carries Jimin

Notice how he didn't say it when JK was carrying anyone else ☕

Exhibit I

I actually didn't know about this one, anon. It's new to me 🤭

Its on this analysis here by "breakdown the kookmin" we all know that moment in rom coms where the couple goes to a pottery date and the man sits behind the woman, wraps his hands around hers and they mould the clay together. Now why on earth would Jhope tell JK to do that to Jimin? Eh? And like BTK asks, why can't he just do it himself? 😏😏 oh Hobi 🤭 tell us more, please 😂 tell us everything! ☕

Exhibit J

I don't really need to say much about this one do I?

It's a popular Jhope outing Jikook moment. Basically Jimin was lagging behind and Jhope went to JK specifically -not any other member- to complain about Jimin being slow. You know, like how you can go to a boyfriend about their girl and vice versa?

Tweet with video here

Exhibit K

Is another common moment. We talk about this live a little bit here and talk about Jimin being a big eater here.

Otherwise there is plenty of analyses videos on this live everywhere. e.g this one.

This is considered a Jihope moment but really its a Jikook one. Once you realise JK was in the room, what Jhope was doing to Jimin makes sense. This was a bestfriend teasing their other bestfriend about how they were gonna get some later 🤭🤭 tihihihihi.

LAST BUT CERTAINLY NOT LEAST (he will continue to slip once they finish serving. Ha haa)

Exhibit L

We talk about this moment here. Like I said, he could have used Jin or Suga as an example, but he used JK 🤷🏾‍♀️

Jikook is real. Have been boyfriends for a long while. So if in doubt, then pay attention to Jhope 😁😁 He's the closest to them which means once in a while he will slip up.

Thanks for the ask anon, I enjoyed doing it 😘 Hope you've cheered up and are feeling better 💛💜

[mrsshabana]

Modern/after all odds Gyutaro definitely did it on the motorcycle despite the risk in being a secluded alleyway or smth since someone was needy and impatient. Gyutaro would have it on or even rev it up sitting backwards while having y/n ride him. The hypersexual thoughts have lead me to a wild imagination once again 😞 Also can I be the 🍰 anon if its not already claimed? ^^

𝐀𝐀𝐎 𝐆𝐲𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨 �� 𝐅!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ⋆ 𝐌𝐨𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐲𝐜𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐱

꒦꒷‧₊ Content Gyutaro x female!reader, 18+ MDNI, Against All Odds au, public sex, vaginal sex, creampie (if you aren't familiar with my Against All Odds fic, it's an au where demons live amongst humans in a modern au. And all of the kny demons go to university with reader.) ꒦꒷‧₊ Note I decided to write about AAO Gyutaro since I really miss writing that au! And of course, you can be the 🍰 anon if you'd like. Sorry for answering this so late btw. I've been working on other things lately but I was in the mood to write something quick today so I hope you all enjoy it. ♡

"That fucking student council meeting took so long, what the hell were you guys talking about anyways?" Gyutaro growls as he parks his bike behind the science building.

"Douma couldn't decide what color banners we needed for the festival this weekend," you giggle, watching your boyfriend's face contort in annoyance.

"Idiot," he rolls his eyes and turns off his bike, "Making me wait so damn long..."

You look around, confused as to why he is stopping behind the science building on campus. "Um Gyu, why are you stopping here?"

He flips around so he can face you and begins to unbutton his pants, "Cuz I'm gonna fuck you."

'WHAT!?" You yelp, and Gyutaro immediately covers your mouth with his hand.

"Shut it!" he snarls, "I've been so horny all goddamn day ever since you put on that stupid skirt this morning. And now since you made me wait so long, I don't have any other choice but to fuck you right here."

He smirks and pulls his pants down just enough for his cock to spring free, already incredibly hard. The large vein that runs down the side of it already popping out, that's how you know he's been hard for quite a while.

"B-Babe I-," you start but he cuts you off.

"Shh, it's ok. The sun's already gone down so no one will see us. I promise..."

He bites his lip and pulls you in for a kiss. His other hand goes under your skirt, slipping into your panties to feel you've already started to get wet. But how can you not when seeing him so hot and bothered for you?

Pleased by this, he groans and pulls you into his lap. Slowly bucking his hips, gliding his cock along your slick panties.

"Gyu..." you whimper, "maybe we should move off the bike. I wouldn't want it to fall over..."

"Typical human, always worrying," he smiles, showing off his sharp teeth, "It won't fall over, I promise. My feet are on the ground so I can balance it while you ride me."

"R-ride you?" your entire face goes red. Usually, your boyfriend is on top, taking control and plunging into you aggressively is his favorite way to have sex. So it isn't often that he asks you to be on top, but you can't deny that you enjoy doing it. And he does too, it's just that most days he can't stop himself from fucking you silly. But today he doesn't have much choice.

"C'mon baby, you can handle it right?" He smirks mischievously as if challenging you.

"Of course I can!"

"I dunno... maybe you're too weak to take it. I mean you are just a pathetic human after all," he teases.

You furrow your brows, determined to prove him wrong. So you lift your hips, move your panties to the side, and gently lower yourself onto him.

"F-fuck," a breathy moan leaves his lips as he sinks into you and bottoms out.

"That shut you up, huh?" you tease back as you begin riding him.

He can't deny that you took his breath away, he didn't expect you to take control like you did. His nails dig into your thighs as you pick up the pace. Moaning loudly as you bounce on his lap, squelching sounds filling the air as his thick shaft splits you apart.

"C-C'mon babe ah, if you k-keep movin' like that I'm gonna cum too soon," he clenches his teeth and tries to hold back his moans.

"I don't want us to get caught," you gasp, "Ngh- you do want to cum in me don't you?"

"C-course I do," a needy moan escapes him. He moves his hands to your hips and begins to move you up and down, assisting you in your motion.

You lean forward until his cockhead slams into your sweet spot, "Ah- right there!" Your eyes roll to the back of your head as the mess between your legs spreads all over your thighs.

Your legs are beginning to feel sore but you're too determined to chase your high to even care. Moving faster and faster despite the pain and your thighs trembling.

Usually, your boyfriend would take over at this point but he's too high on cloud nine to pay attention to anything but the way your slick walls wrap around him and squeeze him so tightly. Making it impossible for him to hold back any longer.

And with a strained groan, his nails dig into your skin, his cock twitches inside of you, and he leans back - accidentally revving his bike. But he's too busy filling you with his seed to even care.

Wanting to make sure he got his cum as deep as possible he tightly grabs your hips and thrusts up into you. Creating an absolute mess. A combination of his cum and your slick splattering all over your skirt and the seat of his bike.

You were already getting so close, but now the breeding instinct of your demon boyfriend brings you over the edge. Your walls tightening around him as your desperate moans fill the air.

Gyutaro smirks, pleased with himself as you slump over onto him. Feeling your body shake uncontrollably, he feels satisfied.

"That's it baby," he whispers as he gently kisses the side of your face, "You did so good for me."

"We should do this again sometime..." you whimper and nuzzle against him.

He smirks, "Hell yeah, but let's get you home and cleaned up for now."

He ignores the mess on his bike and pulls his pants up. Then he turns, positions himself properly, and shifts his bike back into drive.

"You good back there?" he shouts, making sure you're holding on tightly.

"Mm hm," you nod, wrapping your arms around him and leaning your head on his back.

"Y'know, maybe we could do this every week after your student council meetings," he snickers as he revs the engine.

[simp-ly-writes]

Love is Blind

─────── · · A Smosh FanFic

Pairing: Spencer Agnew x gn!Reader

─ · · SUMMARY: Smosh Games is making another title in the smash hit board game series, love is blind, but is it all fun and games- or will you actually end up winning something worth a lot more?

─ · · TAGS: gender-neutral pronouns, super tooth-rotting fluff, part social media au, suggestive themes, attempt at humour, a bit chaotic but the vibes are there.

─ · · MASTERLIST | TAGLIST REQUEST | WORDCOUNT: 1,570

─ · · A/N: let us all thank the anon that sent this request it! 😊

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"Hello everyone and welcome to the Smosh Games channel today we will be finding out is definitively, is love truly blind? And as you can all see, I am joined here with (name), Amanda, Arasha, Olivia, Spencer, Chance, and Trevor for the first time in this shows history!" Angela introduces the viewer as you all way and cheer for Trevor who hides behind his wine glass with a playful smile.

"How are we all feeling today?" Angela asks the table and Amanda leads first. "Heyyyy, My names Amanda I'm 25 and my friends told me to come on this show. I ummmm, am from New York, yaaa! And I love to party, I work as a marketing assistant!"

"Hi, I'm Olivia, 44, I was told we win money on this show-?" Amanda leans over whispering a loud no, and you laugh as her shoulder drop. "Well, I was going to be on this show to win but now I'm just here for the drama and if I find love, great, whatever- I work as a scientist, can make more money."

"Hello, Name's Trevor and I work in digital media, I-uh am 20-something and love to cook!"

"Its Arasha and I am 20, this is being filmed and Europe so don't you dare take this glass away from me! I work in Digital media as well and if my first date is a walk on the beach, just know that there won't be a second date, m-kay?"

"Sup, I'm straight-Chance and you all have no-chance if I'm the other one in a love triangle. I am 22 and work as an actor, catch me in films you never knew about!"

"I'm Angela, 50, sales, have been divorced thrice and am looking for my fourth special-someone."

"Ummm, hi? I'm (name) i'm (age), and work also in Digital Media. I-uh love table-top games and yeah"

"Hi, I'm Spencer, 33, and also love table-top gaming..." You and Spencer both look at one another with a smile before looking towards Angela as she quickly goes over the rules and the game commences.

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Early on, you were not matching with anyone and that was making you nervous. Sure it was a silly game in all but you were competitive nonetheless and seeing as Olivia, Amanda, and Chance all had multiple connections while you had one and nearly a half, you knew that your odds didn't look great.

"Okay!" it was your turn to read out a question card. "For a date I would: A. Rather stay inside, B. Go out to Dinner. C. Go for a Walk-"

"Fuck the walk," Olivia slammed her card down before you could even show your decision, the cast erupted with laughter as you didn't bat an eyelash and turned over your card. "I said A. Stay Inside. I was thinking we could have a movie night at home or just order in. More intimate that way," you explain. Suddenly feeling the reality of the game come to life as you nervously waited on your peers answers.

"the results are in and only one A... hm" you commented, checking it off on your card with a small from. This unknown person was really running away with your scorecard, only one more point and you could propose- potentially winning the game. It was time to lock it in.

Round after round, question after question, you and this person were connecting effortlessly, it even had you questioning if you had both broken the game by how in-sync your answers were. So much so that the other members of cast started wiggling their eyebrows in your direction as your cheeks warmed.

"Okay guys! Its only just a game but a game I do intend to win!"

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So focused on creating a strategy to match your unknown match, you were none the wiser to Angela calling out your name multiple times.

"C'mon you are sounding like my ex-wives, never listening to me. Please stand up, I have something to say, no one else is playing the purple character" Angela yelled across the table, pointing in your face as you held your hands up and walked around to stand in front of the table.

"(name), even though we both have not known one another for long, I have fallen so in love with you. More in love than my other two, or was it three wives? and however many children I father... just know that I want to have you be mine. Please marry me?" Angelas voice cracks near the end, she conceals her laughter by biting her shoulder as you bring up your hands to your mouth to do the same.

Your eyes are clouding in tears before you burst out in laughter and say no, watching as she collapses to her side and bellows out dramatic cries before standing back up and asking Olivia to come over, they both end up getting engaged.

"I would actually like to call someone forward. If the blue character could greet me at the front, please." And to your shock (and internal horror yet delight), Spencer steps forwards, your eyes wide as saucers as he smiles at you. Forgetting what to do Spencer looks down, reminding you to propose much to everyones enjoyment and your embarrassment as Tommy shouts out from behind the camera, "Could love truly be blind???"

"Shut-up, please! Spencer, I-uh. Well we have connected a lot over this game, we see eye-to-eye and have formed a meaningful connection over these hours that have felt like years. I never knew someone could match my freak, so to speak and would you do me the honour of marrying me?" you take the ring out of your back pocket, presenting it to Spencer who appears to have the blush of his own.

You both stand their still in that moment, forgetting the cast, crew, and cameras, "yes, I do- I mean yes I will marry you." Standing up to place the ring on his finger, you both hug and hold each other for a moment too long for what should be a cut scene before taking to your seats.

In all honesty, you both forget that you are still holding each others hands after the cut-scene and it carries through to the end of the game.

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The drama continues yet for you and Spencer, it was smooth sailing as you both did not go out looking for a 'better connection' and end up making it to your wedding day. you keep having to remind yourself that this is a mere fantasy, a game but it feels too real as Spencer takes your hands in his own, smiling and whispering jokes for only you to hear as Tommy reads out your vows.

"And do you, Spencer, take (name) to be your lawfully wedded spouse? In sickness and in health? For richer or poorer? For both as long as you shall live always?"

"yes, I do," Spencer says, placing the ring on your finger, bringing it up to his face for a kiss as your face heats up more than it has all game. "And (name) do you take Spencer to be your lawfully wedded spouse? In sickness and in health? For richer or poorer? For both as long as you shall live always?"

"I do." And the cast and crew all stand and cheer as in that moment you both debate on kissing one another. "Are you playing?-"

"Never," Spencer eases your worries, "could I kiss you?" he asks in a soft tone, wanting to cherish the moment you both know to be real.

"Yes, please." And then his lips are on your own, the world silenced yet again, his had cupping your cheek as you lean into his touch.

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When the cameras cut, your lips still tingling and your face set with an unmoving smile that Spencer mirrors. You two are the only ones left on the set as Spencer leans against the table, "I know this seems a bit weird considering that we're married-" you laugh before asking him to continue with hopeful eyes as he reaches out to hold your hand, you accept, fingers intertwining.

"Would you want to go out sometime?"

"Yes, I would really like that."

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spennser first date and just married, quite the day! w/@.yourusername

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yourusername you forgot engaged too*

↳ spennser sorry my bad 😞

username24 if you two didn't end up going out after THAT episode, I would believe that love is dead, not blind... or well maybe both idk

Ianhecox this post is doing numbers, please make more videos together, we need these profit margins 🙏

co_mill you two are so cute, can't wait for when you actually get married! 🥹

↳ spennser who says that that wedding was fake? 🤨 ↳ co_mill no, you are correct. I have no idea what I was saying earlier, beautiful ceremony, now can I have your spouse? ↳ spennser no ❤️

username88 no @.username01 comments?? What in the world is happening here??

trevorevarts cograts, cograts, congrats, and congrats (I think I got them all?)

anthonypadilla I leave smosh again for one day to go to the doctors and now another pair of you are getting married, wtf?

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─ · · SPENCER AGNEW TAGLIST: @lisiliely @missflufffanfics @little-stitious-studios @thejourneyneverendsx @sibsteria @lizzylynch1 @babble2 @delaneyburghardt @thevintagefangirl @uniquely-haunting @maricarorp @sarahskywalker-amidala

[mythicmanuscripts]

Omega!aemond trying to act tough in front of the public but as soon as the dominating scent of his future alpha hits him he’s just wandering around like a puppy trying to find the delicious scent, and when he does he just does anything to get alone with them so he can smell them more he’s just so addicted the pathetic boy

God I love omega!aemond so so so much!! Incredible thoughts anon.

As always, I've added a cut so that you guys who arent into this type of thing can scroll past easily. All of my a/b/o writing will be tagged with 'a/b/o hotd' so if you don't want to see it at all then block that tag.

So I’ve said this before and I’ll say it again: despite the fact that Aemond is an omega, he really has no idea how to be an omega.

He trains his entire life to try and overcome his designation. He’s ashamed it, ashamed of being a male omega, ashamed of being the second son. He’s not well liked and he knows this, and he also knows that alphas aren’t exactly tripping over their own feet to get to him.

Any alphas that did show interest were so domineering and controlling that he immediately turned them all down. He resiles himself with just being alone and doing what’s expected of him.

Because of this, when you come to the red keep with family to discuss matters with the Targaryens and Aemond smells your scent in the corridors…. He has absolutely no idea what to do with himself.

He’s never liked an alpha’s scent, ever. Some were more manageable than others but he’s never actually liked it before. And now he’s smelling something that’s just utterly intoxicating and he has no idea who this person is and also has no idea what he’s supposed to be about this.

When he sits down at dinner and sees the guests, he immediately picks up the scent again and releases its you. He barely even says two words that whole dinner because he can’t keep his eyes off you and is trying to think of how he can approach you.

The biggest problem is that he really has no idea what to do now. He’s spent so much of his life trying to suppress his designation and so now that your scent has triggered him he just doesn’t know what to do. Most omegas know exactly how to dress and act when they’re interested in an alpha and needless to say, Aemond hadn’t given that one second of thought until he saw you.

He’s so quiet at dinner that Allicent even asks if something was wrong. He mealy choked while trying to tell her that everything

You notice him too of course, and not just because his reputation proceeds him but also because you got his his scent when he walked into dinner and you immediately loved it more than any other omega’s scent you’ve ever encountered.

He eventually manages to plot to get you in a room alone with him. The only issue is that once you’re in that room he realises he actually has no idea what to say to you. He never even thought that far.

You ask him what’s going on and he’s losing his mind because you smell so good and you’re standing right there and he doesn’t know what to don. After a bit of awkward silence you ask him why he wanted to talk with you. Again, he tries to answer but it’s like the human part of his brain has completely disappeared leaving only desperate horny omega.

For the first time he wishes he actually paid attention when the other omegas tried to rope him into watching romcoms and talking about his feelings. Maybe if he had listened to them than he’d know what to do here.

And of course you’re very respectful and you keep your distance and you wait for him to make the first move. He stands there looking at you, not knowing what to do now that he’s actually around you.

I think the best way to his heart might be to first just treat him kindly, but like any other person and not like an omega and especially not like an omega in line to the throne. You had seen him practicing his sword skills in the training yard the day before and so you ask him about it, about how long he’s been training and what his favourite styles are.

The conversation flows easily from there, and because Aemond is not at all used to how haywire his instincts are going right then, he keeps on drifting closer and closer to you? You try to subtly take steps back each time because Aemond has yet to show any romantic interests and you wouldn’t want to risk making him uncomfortable or getting your scent on him.

Aemond meanwhile hadn’t even noticed how he keeps on trying to get closer to you. If Aemond were more in tune with the omega side of him and didn’t spend his entire childhood blocking his ears every time someone spoke about courting and dynamics, then he’d probably realise he’s trying to get more of your scent and the back away because it’s considered improper. But the poor thing doesn’t even notice.

Eventually you’re literally backed up against the wall and you cannot move any further away and even then he only realises when his nose is just about against your neck. Of course he jumps back immediately and apologises, saying he doesn’t know what got into him and promising to never do that again.

If this were any other omega, you’d accept their apology and offer to continue a discussion in public with everyone there and then decide what the omega thinks of you. But this is not any omega. Based on what you’d heard before and what you’ve just seen, it’s clear to you that Aemond either wasn’t trained at all about courting or, what’s much more likely, that Aemond pushed his designation down and ignored all aspects of it.

As a result, when he’s faced with someone whose scent is addictive to him, he can’t control himself? He doesn’t even know what urges to expect nevermind what to do about them or what he should be doing instead. It’s like now the can of worms has been opened and there’s nothing he can do except make a fool of himself over and over again.

It’s because of this that you tell Aemond he doesn’t need to apologise. You say you enjoy talking to him and he can stand as close as he wants, can be as close to you as he wishes and that you’d be honoured with any level of attention from him.

You think this will make him relax and then you can continue talking in your won little bubble.

And well, you’re half right. He certainly does relax, but hearing you say he can be as close as he wants makes him immediately step closer and burry his nose in your neck.

For a moment you’re in complete shock, because this is against everything you’ve been taught. You’ll be fine, you’re an alpha. But Aemond? He’s going to walk out of the room smelling like another alpha and no one else will even look at him anymore.

Despite that, you can’t help but hug him back. You rub his back and be actually purrs?? You just keep hugging him, telling him it’s alright because you don’t want him to panic.

After that, he’s attached to your side at all times. Good luck speaking to any other omegas because you have a jealous dangerous omega with zero control over their instincts following you around at all times.

[mynameismisty]

Hey man, can I just have a Drabble on what you think Jerry’s like at school without his friends?

i honestly see jerry as like, this passerby kinda guy, idk if you get what i mean anon😭

these are my thoughts! nothing is canon to who they are because this is my interpretation from their characters

୨♡୧ We've already seen how Jerry is with his friends, he isn't the TOTAL doormat most fans make him out to be, i do know that he talks back sometimes and can get out a few nice comebacks to the other guys.

୨♡୧ At school with his friends though—It'd be the same but with a more so-so kinda attitude. It's just like how he is normally but a bit more toned down because obvi, they're in public with people they'll see almost everyday. He def has an inside voice unlike Pete and gets super aware if someone is staring at them because they're being too loud.

୨♡୧ Without his friends, which id think anon means like, lone wolf type, I don't think he'd be noticeable at all when it comes to classes. He could be having a major crush on you and you'd probably never find out because you just don't notice him at all. He's probably the guy that sits on the second to the last row and nearest to the wall.

god this is giving me so much flashbacks to the guys i had huge crushes on in school🙏🙏🙏

୨♡୧ i feel like he'd raise hands in a few classes. And (im basing this on the subjects in school from where i live) i honestly think he'd kinda ace creative writing in english (mostly because when we did creative writing during hs, it was all about essays on fantasy stories we could write).

୨♡୧ He'd also crack a joke or two in the classes where his friends aren't around, and it would probably earn a laugh or two.

୨♡୧ He also gets bad anxiety and tenses up sometimes when alot of the attention goes to him in class. Mainly when he gets asked to answer a question.

୨♡୧ If the other guys are in class though, I feel like he'd be more laid back, still tense but laid back enough to feel comfortable. I don't think any of them would act up badly in class.

୨♡୧ Out of class is really similar. If he had a locker next to you, lucky lucky him, and also got a few classes with you and also started developing a massive crush on you—you'd really never know. He'd probably nod and give an awkward smile whenever you guys meet at the lockers and you wouldn't think much of it.

୨♡୧ I dare say he'd be the type of some girls in school but he's too into his own little world to notice. But I think he's not opposed to having female friends, just not anything much closer than that since personally, i think the club would scare the said close female friend away like what they did with Agnes (my shayla😞).

୨♡୧ His parents aren't on his back either on school, they're just more so there and being like "how's school?" "what's the latest news there?" "how are your grades?"

୨♡୧ honestly i dont think he'd pursue you if he ever had a crush on you. I don't really know much about him and his relationship with agnes in tec but im going to assume its because she also liked him and let him know so that's the only thing that gave him the go. I don't think he'd pursue any feelings he has for you unless you show very clear interest in him too.

୨♡୧ Overall, I'd say Jerry wouldn't be anything of the noticeable, flashy type of guy in school. Honestly? He'd be like an npc in a game. Just do the given schoolwork properly and don't get distracted. He'd def have B's and B+'s with occasional A's, nothing much of the honor list.

So yeah, those are my thoughts! Loved this req, thank you anon! xoxo

[cripplecharacters]

Hi, I hope you're having a good day! I have a schizophrenic OC and have some questions about psychosis:

What are moments of clarity in the middle of an episode like, as in realizing a delusion isn't true? Can a moment of clarity fully take you out of an episode on its own, or would you just spiral again without intervention?

If you get closer to where a hallucination is "coming from" in physical space, does the sound get closer?

What would it be like if you tried to physically interact with a visual hallucination? -Anon 🐝

Anon 🐝 here again with more questions about psychosis: How common is it to hallucinate (visually or auditorily) people you know in real life? Can you have consistently positive experiences with a recurring hallucination? Thanks so much for everything you do!

Hey!

I have psychosis but not schizophrenia, so please keep this in mind. I'll also say that psychotic symptoms and experiences are extremely individualized, and these answers are based on my own experience, they're by no means universal.

Can a moment of clarity fully take you out of an episode on its own, or would you just spiral again without intervention?

This will depend on a few factors, I think. If someone is in general aware that they have a psychosis spectrum disorder, go into a psychotic episode, and realize "oh I'm Actively Having a Psychotic Episode" then that might take them right out of it, or do so gradually, or at least help them stop freaking out. If someone has the insight of knowing what is happening to them, there's a higher chance they will go back to "normal" faster.

On the other hand, if someone is unaware that they are in psychosis, or what is going on, there's a higher chance they will go back to it. But there are no hard rules - someone who is normally extremely self-aware of their psychotic episodes might spiral into it over and over if they're under more stress than usual, for example.

Another thing is whether the hallucination/delusion is "bizarre" (fantastical, literally couldn't happen, not understandable even in the person's religious/cultural context) or "non-bizarre" (possible, even if highly unusual/improbable). If someone is aware they could be in psychosis, it's much easier to clock something as fake if it's of the bizarre variety (since having an alien in your bedroom is weirder and raises more questions than someone knocking at your doors a lot). That can provide that moment of clarity if you have enough self awareness to go "but aliens aren't real, I must be in psychosis" - though it's not a guarantee by any means ("what if I'm the first person to discover aliens?" -> starts spiraling all over again).

The same above goes for "simple"/"complex" visual hallucinations - if you realize that the "person" is actually just a vaguely person-shaped blob of color, it could just take you out of it, since well, that's not very convincing after you notice that.

There are also ways to "solidify" that clarity. A really common trick I know is to take a photo of the hallucination; if it's not here then you know it's not there either. Some people also take off their glasses and check if there's a mismatch in how the hallucination should look like if it was real vs if it's made up by the brain (if it suddenly looks like an interactive object in a 2000s video game or looks weirdly HD, it's probably a hallucination), though this one never worked for me personally.

What would it be like if you tried to physically interact with a visual hallucination?

I only ever tried to do this while I was fully unaware that I was in a psychotic episode, so keep that in mind.

Looking at it now, I didn't "feel the hallucination" at all. I was hallucinating thing A, and touching real existing thing B (that I thought A was on/under), and I felt exactly what I would if it was just the real physical object B. But because I was hallucinating, I didn't pay attention to that fact, and it certainly didn't "take me out of the hallucination" that the hallucination didn't feel how it should. It obviously depends on the person, but if someone is trying to touch the hallucination and expecting it to feel like the thing, they probably won't notice even if it doesn't feel like it at all. You could be hallucinating a dog and be touching a chair, and it wouldn't feel out of the ordinary.

As for the hallucination touching the person - again, can only speak for myself - tactile hallucinations can be extremely real. Mine felt 100% how they would (if they could logically happen, since mine were of the "bizarre" variety), even looking back at it now.

If you get closer to where a hallucination is "coming from" in physical space, does the sound get closer?

A lot of the points from the answer above will be true for this one too. If someone is completely "in" that hallucination, they might not notice/care even if the sound doesn't get any closer despite them getting closer. But yes, some people can have very realistic hallucinations and be able to tell exactly where its sounds are coming from according to them. If it's a static hallucination that e.g. only shows up in a specific area, they might avoid going anywhere near there.

Also: not all hallucinations that should logically produce sounds actually do. Another thing that the brain might ignore and not question for some people, and take someone else out of the hallucination entirely.

How common is it to hallucinate (visually or auditorily) people you know in real life?

I think media makes it seem way more common than it actually is, but it does happen. This could also be affected by the person's life events, e.g. if a psychotic person has recently experienced something major regarding a certain person, there's a higher chance they could be hallucinating them - because it's Recent and Traumatic. Some people will be hallucinating people they know 24/7 nonstop, others will literally never have it, and a big portion will have a few of those throughout their life.

It is also fairly common to hallucinate recently lost loved ones after their death for people who aren't (long-term) psychotic as well. It's basically a trauma response to high stress, and can happen to anyone.

I'll say, you can hallucinate all sorts of real people: they sure could be your closest loved ones, but they could also be your classmates, your annoying coworker, the cashier at your local grocery store, a religious figure, etc.

Can you have consistently positive experiences with a recurring hallucination?

You can, though I personally never did. I'll leave this question to mods who have more experience with it, though I'll say that you can especially have a positive hallucination if it's a hallucination of something you already like (like a friend, for example).

For the end I'll also mention that there are many more types of hallucinations than just visual and auditory; olfactory (smell), tactile, sexual, somatic (e.g. pain, or feeling like you're moving when you aren't), and command ("the voices telling you to do something", it's usually categorized differently from auditory ones).

Hope this helps,

mod Sasza

Hello!

I have schizoaffective with depression and only have a few things to add because Sasza put everything so well! :)

There's a concept in psychosis you'll hear a lot called double bookkeeping. It's the idea that you both know something is delusional or part of psychosis but believe it anyways. This is something that I experience during early episodes or in the beginning that goes away as my episode gets longer. Some people do not have this at all, some people this is the only way their psychosis shows up. But a lot of how strong a hallucination or delusion is will depend on if you're truly believing it without question or double bookkeeping, or how "in" the hallucination or delusion you are, as Sasza said.

Personally, it's harder to have a "moment of insight" when I am double bookkeeping because I already know what I'm believing or doing is unrealistic or bizarre but I still keep doing it. When I am fully in the delusion, it's easier for something to pull me out (one time a very well timed text message from a friend made me start to question a very dangerous delusion) and for me to go to the double bookkeeping mindset.

As for hallucinations and where they are physically located, I've mainly had hallucinations that feel like they are anchored in place but the opposite is also possible!

I sometimes hallucinate real people, but those times have often been related to strong emotion or trauma, like mentioned. I more often see strangers.

It is possible to have a positive hallucination or delusion, or to have a hallucination that is regularly positive! I have a British voice that brought me a lot of comfort in my last serious episode. He would say very positive things compared to the other meaner voices. I actually miss him sometimes, although I am glad to no longer be hearing voices.

Last little bit I'll add is please remember schizophrenia and schizoaffective involve at least 2 of 5 components, only one of which have to be hallucinations, disorganized speech, or delusions! The others are abnormal movements/catatonia and negative symptoms (asociality, anhedonia, avolition, alogia, and (blunt) affect, the beautiful five As).

Happy writing!

Mod Bert

[inexplicifics]

I am not either of the relevant nonny-mouses, but having just caught up en-masse on your answered asks, as well as read "So That You Can Make Anew", my brain is playing with the combined implications of your answers to Greenestcoat on June 4 about kids at Kaer Morhen, the anon ask on the same day about kids who can't handle the testing potion, the anon ask on June 25 about Maja and her parents, and the anon ask on June 25 about your vague plotbunny about Lambert/Aiden/Milena/Sasha (aka "LAM(b)S", for short) as coparents.

Like, it's been clear policy for years, at least, to only take orphans as prospective Witchers, in order to ensure that they don't retain any loyalty to anyone besides the Wolf. This makes complete sense, given the tenuousness that marked the early days of the Wolflands existence.

But Eskel is right in STYCMA: as an established ruler, the Wolf is in *dire* need of more Witchers. And if the Wolflaw is truly more than a flash-in-the-pan, that need will not diminish any time soon - not "soon" by human standards (years), and not "soon" by Witcher standards (decades) either. This is a need that's here to stay, as long as the Wolflaw is, and that could be *centuries*, if they do it right.

As Michal, Erik, and Nolan explained to Cahir, a Witcher with known family ties outside the Wolf's court - or, even worse, outside the Wolflands - is a liability, plain and simple. Divided loyalty *cannot* be tolerated, with everything it has come to mean to be a Witcher. And so by design, all prospective Witcher Trainees are orphans, with no connections outside Kaer Morhen.

But. I, personally, would posit that there's one profile for a prospective Witcher Trainee whose loyalty would be even more assured than "orphans rescued from awful facilities", and that is: a child whose family (living or dead) has been in service to the Wolf for generations.

Like, the first humans began arriving to swear to the Wolf in 1224-1227. In 1243, where the timeline currently stands, there could well be servants' children who are in their mid-to-late-teens, which means Kaer Morhen could theoretically be only a handful of years from the birth of its first children who will be *second*-generation servants of the Wolf. With the way servants are treated in the Wolflands, I have to believe they'll be raised with full, true, undivided loyalty to the Wolf. Why, then, should they be barred from becoming Witchers?

Semi-relatedly, if LAM(b)S were to end up as a Coparenting Quartet, the opaque nature of Witcher "family structures" (even in the eyes of some Wolflands nobles who don't spend much time at Kaer Morhen, let alone those outside the Wolflands) means that, just to be sure nobody gets offended, the child will essentially be considered the heir to:

Lambert, one of the Wolf's own closest brothers, equivalent in rank to a duke in his own right

Aiden, one of the leading members of the Cat clan, and quite frankly one of the most charismatic Witchers overall, at least a marquess

Milena (formerly of Roggeven), chief Lady-in-Waiting to the Wolf's heir, sister to the Queen Consort of Temeria, and claimed as sister by the Wolf himself

Aleksander (formerly of Velen), one of the Wolf's hand-picked instructors for his Witchers, and who may well end up becoming one of the Wolf's chief diplomats

That child, in other words, will be perceived as *incredibly* high-ranking by anyone and everyone outside the Wolf's Court. Probably the highest-ranked child of Kaer Morhen after Princess Cirilla. And so, in their minds, I have to imagine it would be deeply strange for that child *not* to be "elevated" to the status of Witcher.

(Not to mention that, while I'm sure that child would inherit some degree of Witcher STI from the combination of Aiden's impact on Sasha's genes/Lambert's impact on Milena's genes, Milena's bloodstream during pregnancy, and Milena's milk when the child is nursing; those sources will only be relevant for the first couple years of the child's life. In order to avoid the angst-fest of LAM(b)S being almost-certain to outlive their beloved child, as far as I can tell, that child either has to take a Witcher as lover, or become a Witcher themselves.)

((*Also* not to mention that, while Twice-Grassed Geralt will probably live however long he wants to, and Cirilla's magic means she'll also live a *very* long time, we all know Accidents (and Assassinations) Happen. As things stand now, in my eyes there really isn't anyone who could hold the Wolflands in the long run, if something were to happen to the Wolf and his Cub: Jaskier isn't a Witcher; Eskel *is*, and is the Right Hand to the Wolf as well, but doesn't have the personality to handle being an emperor without it destroying him; Vesemir is too old and weary; Lambert is too much of an ass; and those would be the *best* possibilities. Essentially, where there is a throne, it is always preferable that there be an Heir *and* a Spare. And I think a child of LAM(b)S - who would be the Wolf's nibling, and cousin to Princess Cirilla - would be raised with the right skills and values to handle ruling the Wolflands, if it were necessary. That is, as long as they were a Witcher themselves.)

IDK, I have spent A Lot of time thinking about the long-term sociological ramifications of the establishment of the Wolflands. Which, to be clear, I'm able to do because of the beautiful depth and complexity and detail you've been able to include in your writing of the AWAU, which I love and admire so much. And so this is super long and rambling, and I apologize for blowing up your Ask box. And I wish you all health and happiness, and hope all your plot bunnies cooperate with you soon!

I am delighted that the AWAU provides scope for this level of consideration!

And yes, I suppose a child of the LAMS quartet would be a pretty good Spare for the throne of the Wolflands, if of the proper temperament.

Eligibility to become a Witcher...well, they'd have known cousins in Temeria, which could be a problem. And in Redania, for that matter, since I expect Mikolaj is going to marry and children. But their direct loyalty would absolutely be to Kaer Morhen. So it would be an interesting question.

Thank you for your kind words!

[everymeowandthen]

haiii i read on one if ur post where reader is n d that ur willing to write for any bllk character but i was wondering if u could write n d or autistic nagi (u can pick!) x reader where he gets judged but reader is always there for him and comforts him when he’s overwhelmed or overstimulated and i really liked the autistic rin post!! its was so cute but i love how u decided to write about it and make people feel seen :b

hehehe i was waiting for a nagi request ( ｀▽´ )Ψ i love this!! and thank u sm anon, i love when people compliment my writing

nagi was tired.

not in the “i didn’t sleep” kind of way. more like, existing is annoying kind of way. practice was loud, the lights too bright, and the coach kept yelling about “drive” and “effort” like that would magically make nagi care more.

he didn’t.

“he’s so talented, but he doesn’t even try,” someone muttered, clearly loud enough for him to hear.

nagi didn’t react. just flopped onto the bench and pulled his hoodie over his face, letting gravity do the rest. people always thought he was lazy, or that he didn’t care. and yeah, they weren’t exactly wrong. but no one ever stopped to think why.

he was overstimulated. his body felt heavy. his thoughts were sticky, slow. everything just felt like too much effort all the time.

except you.

you sat next to him without saying anything, the way you always did when he got like this. didn’t try to motivate him, didn’t tell him to “push through it” or “get serious.” you just leaned your shoulder into his.

he didn’t move. didn’t say anything. but he didn’t pull away either.

after a long pause, you glanced over. “too loud?”

he gave a tiny grunt. maybe agreement. maybe just air leaving his lungs.

“wanna ditch?”

“mmm.” his voice was muffled under the hoodie. “can’t be bothered.”

“fair,” you said, leaning back with him. “we can just sit here then. do nothing. i’m good at that.”

he didn’t answer, but his arm shifted slightly until it was resting against yours, just barely. that was his version of saying thanks. or maybe “don’t leave.” hard to tell.

you stayed like that for a while. no words. just the quiet hum of the lights and the occasional shout from across the gym. but the noise didn’t feel as sharp with you sitting there. it took the edge off.

nagi’s breathing slowed a little, like the static in his brain was finally dialing down. he didn’t feel better, not really—but he felt less worse. and that was good enough.

eventually, you reached into your pocket and pulled out a wrapped snack. held it up. “bribery?”

his hand moved sluggishly, like even reaching for it was a chore. “open it for me,” he mumbled.

you tore it open and handed it over. he took a bite without sitting up, crumbs falling onto his hoodie.

“you’re disgusting,” you said.

“yeah,” he said through a full mouth. “but you’re still here.”

you didn’t argue. just leaned your head against his shoulder and closed your eyes.

he didn’t smile. didn’t say anything else.

but he didn’t move either.

and that was enough.

i get scared everytime i post cus like... idk if the requesters will like the way i put it.. (˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥) well idk i liked writing this even though i made it kinda cheesy

© - @everymeowandthen : dont steal or copy!

[catboybiologist]

I have an online(tho we've met irl a few times) trans friend, who like many if not most young queer people has unsupportive and generally horrible parents. She's financially dependent on them for food and medicine for her chronic illness, so currently transitioning, or being out to them or publically, is entirely impossible.

I also happen to have been born into, if not wealth, than moderate excess of the kind most never get close to. The costs her parents cover aren't even that high (for me), and im sitting on savings i objectively do not need.

How do i convince her to let me help, if not as a gift, at least as a loan she'll repay once she's done with uni and gets a job.

There's no one correct answer here, and I don't claim to have a solution for you. I'm hoping others can contribute. I'll say what I can but this is NOT going to be universal.

However, I will say that, from someone who's been in a kind-of similar situation as your friend: your friend is likely extremely jumpy and paranoid about the concept of being dependent itself. At least with her parents, its the "evil she knows". If you offer to pay for things she's going to be defensive and scared of still being dependent on someone, but just changing that dependency from one person to another.

This is nothing about who you are as a person, or her perception of you. This is a baseline level survival instinct that she's likely developed. And to be fair... yeah, she's kind of right to have it. You sound like a sweet person, anon, so I'm not dissing you- but there are too many extremely real horror stories of people jumping from one abusive, dependent situation straight into another.

Someone having power over her in that way, even if its someone she likes and trusts, is still a terrifying situation for her.

The support I needed the most in a similar kind of situation was figuring out how to be independent, and working through a plan to do so. I never had a friend who was wealthy enough to contribute financially to me (although some offered anyways). But, I did have friends who sat me down, helped me apartment hunt, taught me financial skills I never learned, helped me covertly set up new bank accounts, give me advice on how to secretly put away money for a while, and get myself independent.

This may be bad advice. But, you might want to start there. Help her develop a plan and/or timeline for what being independent from her parents looks like up front. Then, if there's a "gap" or spot where things would be uncertain for her, like a period of time where she would have to search for an apartment, a job, financial aide, or whatever, offer to be her optional safety net. Don't offer things up front. Work through how she's going to get herself independent, and then become her plan B, not her plan A.

You sound really sweet, anon, and I'm hoping everything works out for both of you.

[lightsoutmatthews]

omg i agree with other anon—so happy i found your blog and fab writing! i literally just binged all your fics! would you ever do a part 2 of dogs know best with auston? that story was so sweet

Thank you thank you thank you!!! I´m blushing at all those compliments and nice words about my writing 🥰

As you wished, dogs know best part 2 coming up.

Dogs know best (the aftermath) – Auston Matthews

You didn’t expect to see him again so soon.

Three days later, you were back at the park, Rosie tugging excitedly on the leash the moment you hit the gravel path. She sniffed the air like she somehow knew Felix might be nearby.

And sure enough, there he was.

Same doodle, same Gucci bandana – different hoodie, but the same guy crouched next to him. Auston looked up just as Rosie began her sprint, tail going at full speed again.

“Déjà vu?” he called as Felix perked up, recognizing Rosie instantly and bounding toward her. You laughed, catching up with your dog as she and Felix launched into their usual whirlwind. “Or fate,” you offered, only half-joking.

He gave a sheepish grin. “I was kind of hoping I´d run into you.”

“Oh really?” you teased. “You mean you didn’t check you schedule to make sure this time lined up?”

“Hey, I´m not that strategic,” he smirked. “Okay, maybe a little.”

You both laughed, settling into a rhythm as easy as the first time. For a while, you talked about nothing – you favorite coffee shops, your latest attempts at training Rosie not to pull during walks, Felix´s newfound fear of the Roomba.

Eventually, you both ended up on the same bench, the dogs resting at your feet, panting but content. “You know,” Auston said, glancing sideways at you, “I meant it the other day. About this being rare.”

You nodded, feeling Rosie shift against your shoe. “It´s rare for me too. To meet someone where things just click like this.

He smiled, soft and honest. “It´s weird, right? Like, the dogs knew before we did.”

You nudged Rosie with your toe. “She´s got a sixth sense for people. Never runs up to anyone like that.”

“She might be my new wing woman,” he chuckled.

You smirked. “I should thank her for the meet cute.”

He paused, tugging gently on Felix´s leash, clearly thinking. “Would you… want to grab a coffee sometime? Like, not here. Somewhere with fewer squirrels?”

You felt your stomach do that little flip. “Yeah,” you said, feeling the grin pull at your cheeks. “I´d like that.”

“Tomorrow?” he asked, hopeful.

“As long as we can bring the dogs,” you replied.

“Deal,” he said, pulling out his phone. “Text me the time and place. Felix and I will be there.”

You watched him walk away again, but this time, he turned around once, gave a little wave and smiled when he was you still looking.

Rosie bumped your leg again, tail thumping the ground. “Yeah, yeah,” you said softly. “I know. You did good.”

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The next day the weather was indecisive, sun, clouds, a breeze that couldn’t make up its mind, but you figured Rosie wouldn’t mind and if Auston was still game, then you weren’t about to back out either.

You picked a café with a big patio, dog-friendly and slightly hidden from the usual weekend crowd. You got there a little early, mostly because Rosie wouldn’t stop pacing at the door as if she had somewhere to be.

When Auston walked up ten minutes later, hoodie tucked over a plain tee, sunglasses on, Felix trotting proudly beside him, it didn’t feel awkward. It felt as easy as in the park.

“Hey,” he greeted, pulling off his sunglasses with a smile. “You beat me.”

“Rosie was impatient. Apparently, she had a date.”

He laughed, tying Felix´s leash to one of the patio hooks before sitting across from you. “So, she´s the boss.”

“Always.”

The server came by, and you both ordered. Coffee for you, a cold brew for him, two bowls of water for the dogs.

“So,” he said once they were settled at your feet. “How do you usually spend your weekends when you´re not accidentally bumping into NHL players?”

“Mostly this,” you answered. “Dog parks, bad coffee, maybe a good book if I can stay awake long enough to read.”

“Sounds better than half the things I´m expected to be doing.”

“Like?”

He gave you a half-shrug. “Media stuff. Sponsor shoots. Talking about games that haven’t happened yet.”

“You really hate all that, huh?”

“I don’t hate it,” he said carefully. “It´s part of the job and I knew that from the beginning. But this-“he gestured around, to the quiet table, the dogs lounging in the sun, the espresso machine humming inside, “-this is rare.”

You nodded, your fingers grazing the edge of your cup. “Well, I´m glad you came.”

He glanced at Felix, who had his chin resting on Rosie´s back like they´d been friends for years. “Me too.”

You talked for a long time, too long, probably. The kind of conversation that loops naturally, without checking the time or feeling the need to fill silence. He told you stories about playing in Arizona as a kid. You told him about the worst date you ever had (it involved a mine and a broken Uber app). He laughed until he nearly out spit out his drink.

Eventually, the sun dipped lower, and the breeze got colder. Rosie let out a deep sigh, Felix giving her a sympathetic nose nudge like he agreed, it was time to wrap it up.

Auston stood, brushing his hands on his pants. “Hey, can I walk you guys home?”

You blinked. “You sure?”

“I mean, I did kind of promise Felix we´d walk off his whipped cream treat,” he said, pointing to the smear of foam on the doodle´s nose.

You laughed. “In that case, lead the way.”

The walk was unhurried. Auston kept the leash loose, Felix trotting next to him like a gentleman. Rosie, for once, didn’t pull.

Outside your building, you paused. “Well,” you started. “Rosie´s officially obsessed. Might need to start scheduling dog dates on the regular.”

“Anytime,” Auston chuckled. He hesitated again – just like he did the first day in the park. “I had a really good time too.”

“Me too,” you smiled.

He rubbed the back of his neck, almost as if he was nervous. “Would it be too soon to say I´d like to do it again? without needing the dogs as an excuse?”

A shy smile spread on your lips. “Are you asking me on a real date, Matthews?”

He shrugged. “Guilty.”

“I´d say yes, even without the dogs,” you answered his question, unlocking the door. “But bring them anyway. They´re better company than most people.”

“Deal,” he grinned. “I´ll text you.”

You waved him off, Rosie practically skipping through the door beside you. As you shut it behind you, your phone buzzed.

Auston – dog park squad: Still can´t believe she liked Felix more than the peanut butter treats. That’s how I know this is serious.

You laughed, typing back with a grin.

I Guess she´s got good instincts.

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A week passed. A couple of text. A meme here, a dog photo there. Casual. Comfortable.

Then finally, a proper message.

Auston – dog park squad: Okay, I´m going for it. Want to grab dinner this weekend? No dogs. No park. Just us?

You stared at it for a second, smiling like a teenager. Rosie tilted her head at you from the couch like she knew. Again.

I Bold move, Matthews. But yes. I´m in.

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He let you choose the place again. You picked a place a little out of the way – cozy lighting, exposed brick, just fancy enough to feel like a real date but not so much that either of you would feel out of place.

When you walked in, Auston was already there, leaning slightly forward at the table, sleeves rolled, checking the drink menu like he was studying for a test.

“Hey,” you announced yourself.

He looked up, face lighting up, and stood without hesitation. “Hey.”

To your surprise he went for a casual hug as a greeting. You immediately felt comfortable in his arms.

You took your seat and tried to ignore the flitter in your chest that came after that. No hoodie this time – a button-up shirt, sleeves rolled casually, and no baseball cap. A pair of sunglasses stayed on the table. He wasn’t hiding and somehow that made it all more real.

“So,” you said, unfolding your napkin. “No Rosie. No Felix. Do you think we´ll survive?”

He laughed. “Barely. I almost brought a squeaky toy for moral support.”

Dinner unfolded like a slow burn. The kind where you forgot to look at the menu for a full ten minutes because the conversation just kept going. It wasn’t forced. It wasn’t flashy. It was easy.

You talked about everything you´d almost brought up at the dog park. The things that didn’t fit in quick chats between leash tangles and poop bags. Favorite movies. That weird gap year you took and regretted. His love-hate relationship with being recognized in public. How hockey was both his escape and his prison on some days.

At one point, he said “You know, I think this is the longest I´ve gone without anyone asking about the playoffs.”

You grinned. “I was saving that for dessert.”

He shook his head, laughing. “Figures.”

By the time the plates were cleared and the waiter subtly dropped off the bill without even asking, you weren’t quite ready for it to be over.

Auston picked it up and waved away your protest. “You got the next dog playdate; this one is on me.”

Outside, the city hummed around you, cars passing, patio laughter, music from someone´s open window. You stood together just a little too long near the curb.

“I had fun,” he said.

“Me too.”

There was a pause, that kind of silence that´s filled with possibility and a hundred unsaid things.

“Would it be too soon if I kissed you?” he asked softly.

You shook your head. “Not even a little.”

He stepped closer, and when it happened, it was slow and sure. Not rushed. Not hesitant. Just right.

When you pulled back, you didn’t say anything. Neither did he but the smile he gave you said everything.

“I´ll text you,” he said again, low voice.

“I know.”

You watched him walk away, a little stunned by what just happened but mostly happy. Really happy.

When you got home, Rosie jumped up like she had been waiting all night to judge you.

You gave her a pat, let her sniff your jacket and collapsed on the couch with a long sigh.

Your phone buzzed.

Auston – dog park squad: so… dinner round two next week? Youn can bring the real boss this time.

I She´s already picking out her outfit.

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The next few weeks were spent with dates, dinners, the dog park, the coffee shop. Stolen kisses here and there but you hadn’t labeled it. Not out loud, at least.

There had been sleepovers (mostly with dogs draped over limbs), movie nights with lots of cuddling, coffee runs in the morning, texts just to check in – but no labels. It was working. It was good.

But the question that lingered in quiet moments – was this just easy or was this something?

You didn’t expect it to come up during a walk through Trinity Bellwood’s, but that´s exactly when it did.

The sun was starting to dip behind the trees, casting long shadows across the grass. Rosie had discovered a patch of mud and was rolling in it like it was her birthright. Felix stood nearby, horrified, as if she had personally insulted his grooming standards.

Auston let out a long, slow sigh. “Your girl is feral”

“She´s a free spirit” you replied, watching her barrel toward you in slow motion, mud coating half her side. “And she´s about to ruin your sweater.”

“She wouldn’t dare-.”

Thwump.

She leapt up, paws on his chest, tongue out, absolutely delighted with herself. Auston stared down at the paw prints now stamped on his front like abstract art.

He didn’t even flinch.

 “She´s officially impossible,” he said, trying to keep a straight face.

You laughed and pulled Rosie back, apologizing with all the sincerity of someone who knew it wouldn’t be the last time.

But then Auston went quiet for a beat, looking at you, not the mud of the dogs.

“I´ve been thinking,” he started, brushing at his hoodie pointlessly.

You paused; leash looped in your hand. “About?”

“This,” he said, gesturing between you. “Us.”

Your heart kicked up, but you tried to play it cool. “Okay…”

“I don’t want to keep pretending like we don’t already know what this is,” he mumbled. “I like you. Not just hanging out or texting or messing around with the dogs. I like you and I want to be with you. Properly.”

You blinked. The world kept moving around you – dogs barking in the distance, a couple walking by with iced coffees, kids shrieking near the swings – but you felt like time had paused for as second.

“Auston…”

“I know you weren’t rushing it,” he added quickly. “And I wasn’t either but it´s not casual for me. Not anymore.”

You swallowed around the smile pushing at your lips. “I didn’t think it was.”

“You didn’t?”

You shook your head. “You don’t just let anyone drop their muddy rescue dog on your designer couch and eat half your fries.”

He laughed, a little nervously. “So… is that a yes?”

You took a step closer, fingers brushing against his. “Yes. That’s a yes.”

He exhaled like he had been holding his breath since he started this conversation. Then, leaned down and brushed you lips with his.

You backed away from each ither when Felix barked – loudly – and launched himself into Auston´s hip. Rosie followed, circling you both with the leash dragging, tail a blur.

You groaned. “They´re so not subtle.”

Auston just smiled, slipping his fingers fully into yours, not even trying to dodge before the chaos. “They knew before we did.”