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Besties give me a diplomatic phrasing to communicate "if I leave for the evening and tell you roughly when I'll be back and text 20 minutes before I'm home on your request, please be done having screaming sex by the time I'm home"
#this is the third time i've walked in and like#ok to be fair i said before they got married that i wouldn't be uncomfortable if they're not uncomfy with me hearing#but i feel like that's a fair boundary to change#esp given. the screaming#i just need the words to say that a) minimize awkwardness#b) avoid the implication that i'm trying to curtail their sex life#i'm happy for them to have sex! that isn't audible from the front porch!!!#i guess the other part that feels weird is the whole point of spending nights away is so they can be comfortable having sex#without me around#which is a huge drain on my energy and sleep and time management and heck even gas budget#but if they're totally fine having sex when i'm out of the house for an hour as on book club night?#and if they wait til i'm on my way home after being gone for 4 hours?#why am i doing that??#i'm SORRY i'm talking so much about my roommates having sex#it's very present in my life#just be glad you follow me now and not 6 years ago when i lived with julie and she picked up trevis on tinder#and had him over across the hall from poor little fresh out of evangelical college me#(yes trevis. pronounced like crevice. or trellis.)
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Rant below the break bc I was mad at 3 am last night.
People kinda need to learn how to criticize someone's skill (writing/art) without mocking them for their kinks or identities or other things that don't matter.
(This is about a specific post trend I've been seeing, where I have seen on multiple occasions people's kinks and identities being brought into a conversation unnecessarily where prior to that the discussion was about the quality of their skill. And even then why the fuck do you care. The art isn't FOR you.)
Like you aren't inherently Cool and Epic for making fun of someone who likes feet or omegaverse or pregnant men or something. You're not Awesome and So So Smart for mocking someone for identifying as a catboy or something. Get over yourself. Learn to properly criticize writing/art without mocking someone, because your entire argument becomes worthless with insults like that. You think I'm going to reblog you even if I agree with you once you pull that shit? No, I'm fucking blocking your ass and everyone in the replies who agrees with you.
And god, if you purposely misgender someone over their art, holy shit. Gendering someone properly isn't something that can be Taken Away for Being A Naughty Naughty Horny Person. You see how fucked up that is right? I don't have to explain that, right???? What is this, 2014? Stop mocking people for being bunny boys or puppy girls. The fuck is with you? God forbid people have fun with their genders in 2024. Oh the humanity, bunnyposter likes his large chest and sexualizes himself and reclaims his features. How will the world recover from this tragedy of- gasp! A trans person having a semblance of acceptance around their appearance that they can't fucking AFFORD to do anything about and not wallowing in misery 25/8.
Get a hobby, damn.
#wjfjfjjsj lmao i was mad last night i guess#rant#kink discourse#transgender#and why is it always trans people whose kinks get dissected for the world to see huh#wonder why that is /s#i was just upset seeing yet another person i follow reblog a post that was like that#like i don't give a crap about whatever discourse or whatever there is about whatever bunnyposter#I am here for the rabbits.#and the big naturals.#if you can't handle someone who finds fat people hot god forbid you come talk to me about monsterfucking#zkfjfhjsjd wow i was big mad#i don't get like genuinely angry often#but i legit couldn't sleep til 3 am because of how mad i was#i try to avoid that emotion because i just dont like the sensation of it nor the things i say when angry#but for someone mad at 3 am i was very coherent here#summary for people who don't like reading: don't make fun of people as an argument. don't misgender people as an argument#if you do that im going to forcemasc your mom and forcefem your dad and fuck both of them#thanks
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Do you ever just fuck up your routine so badly you just wanna say fuck it and go back to bed again so you can try again tomorrow?
#i usually go to bed at 9 and wake up at 5 even on weekends#but last night my husband & I were up til 2am playing Stray Gods#and now i feel like this whole day is a wash evsn though i don't normally have a screict Saturday plan/routine to follow#like straight up looking at my bed like: what if i just get back in and sleep til routine can be achieved again?#really is a mystery why it took so long to get diagnosed with autism lol
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I need to hire a guy to stand over my shoulder every time I try to interact with someone and remind me that even though I'm doing it to reassure them and be nice while stating the facts, it's still frowned upon to point out someone's flaws to tell them they're reasonable or endearing
#personal#went to see a dear friend's first live performance with his band a few nights ago#and hes tweeting about how hes watching the video back and feels silly#so i was gonna tell him that he did great and that its very normal to be a little nervous and unsure#because it was their first performance in public#but that requires me to affirm that it was in fact noticeable that he was nervous and unsure#and people usually dont like when you tell them that#even when it's followed by 'but it's okay!'#this is autism btw i didnt know that when i did it throughout all of my childhood and teenage years & up til i was like 22#and i just did it anyway and got disliked for it#but now i know#neurotypicals are very sensitive delicate creatures and their emotions are more important to them than logic and reason#so i have to tread lightly and avoid the truth to keep them in good spirits
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Making an 'I'm no longer a piece of shit, here are the receipts' pinned post is MENTAL.
#ᶠᵒᵘʳ ᵗʰᶦʳᵈˢ ᵒᶠ ᵃ ʷʰᵒˡᵉ; ooc.#i saw that on their pinned last night when they followed me... and got real confused about some of y'all following them#but I thought I was just off the sleepy time tea so I let it rock til I was in my head again#i'm so glad this website is free. i love it here
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i started playing red dead redemption 2 yesterday and it's super fun! really really enjoying it so far. but i haven't exactly gotten far bc i've been so sleepy. i've had the game paused longer than not ^-^;; doing bjj two days in a row and then all the stuff i did today really wore me out damn. i'll be fine for the work week, but playing my game is gonna be tough lol.
#it's nearly 8p and i don't have to be asleep til 10:30p but i hiiighly doubt i'll make it that long#tbh i should just give this game one more run and see how far i can get then call it a night#dunno how up for nighttime playtime maple will be after the day she had too#i trimmed her nails this morning then locked her in my room while i did this season's Raid spray of the windows#and then she had her checkup at the vet#sweet girl's gonna need to sleep off the updated vaccines she got too#also i spent some time on the phone with my insurance resubmitting fucking 9 electrolysis claims#but i'm optimistic bc of the 10 i submitted a few weeks ago the one that went through got paid on!! almost in full!!#and by paid on it was literally a direct deposit into my bank reimbursing me for the out of pocket i paid at the time of service#i really hope the rest of them follow suit. and theyre all dates after i met my deductible. and my 2023 out of pocket was almost met#so here's hoping 🤞#narrating my life
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Why does my mother feel the need to act like a 19 yr old Tiktok addict all the time why can't she grow tf up and apologize for all the abuse she put me and my brother through. Maybe don't have children if you don't actually want to be a parent. You are 52 years old, divorced, with 2 children that want nothing to do with you and you're trying to be an influencer. I truly can't think of a more pathetic scenario
#normally i dont pay attention to whatsver shes doimg but its genuinely embarrassing and also maddening#bc shes such a bad person and yet goes out partying every night meanwhile neglecting her family#do your followers know how disgustingly ableist transphobic self-obsessed neglectful you are#do they know you spend ur child support money on designer clothes expensive cars plastic surgery etc and leave none for my brother#i cant wait til he turns 18 and my dad stops having to pay child support and she has to face reality 🤪
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hrrhhhrrmrm...velmgarb...*indistinguishable gnawing noises*
#fisara's scrawlings#I am. crawling on my hands and knees.#one week. after literal years. o n e w e e k.#god. I am unwell.#all the homework I'm looking down the barrel of for this week and next so I might get to play it when it drops has me so upset#like I know I shouldn't pressure myself and I can always wait til thanksgiving break since we get the whole week#and I doubt it'll finish downloading that night anyway#but! I want to play it on release day! I want it to be a new holiday for me! I want to light one of my candles and and and—#i'm consoling myself that if I don't have enough time I'll at least indulge in the character creator and get my rook and inky set up#god fenalan and enaste are going to look so good after I'm done with them :')#I've said this before but for all my non-DA followers I apologize. again.#I will never be the same again after this game releases and I am so sorry lol#I plan on going dark during that time to avoid spoilers as well but I'll post about it closer til#I've been fine with all the stuff so far since it's been act one (according to BW) but I just know that people are going to blaze through i#so I'm terrified of seeing anything late game#I almost always end up spoiling myself on things accidentally before I get to experience them and I want this to be different#that's what I have trouble wrapping my head around.#I don't know what's going to happen. this is all entirely new for me. it will never be the first time I play the game again afterwards. god#someone sedate me.#anyways yeah woohoo for trying to slog through homework tomorrow :')#I am. so tired.#the next couple of weeks are going to be the busiest of the semester I fear#weeeeeeee for my cortisol levels#I need to go to the gym so bad#anyways rant over lol ily whoever decided to read all this lol *blows kiss*
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I have the tiniest shard of glass in the ball of my foot from when I dropped a drinking glass a week ago. I can’t tell exactly where it is because ✨poor interoception✨ and I can’t feel it with my finger either when I try running it along my foot. But it hurts like hell to walk, which is a problem, because I’m trying to walk more to try and help my shitty mental and physical health.
I don’t have a bathtub so I guess I need to use a baking pan or something to try and coax it out with warm water? I’m not sure how that’s gonna work if it’s so small I can’t see or feel it, I’ve only ever done this with visible but buried splinters that I could then grip with tweezers. But I don’t know what else to do and walking with a shitty gait is why I have such huge problems to begin with. I need the ball of my foot back.
#the lidocaine infusion today doesn’t seem to have done anything for my pain and I’m sad#I can’t get in for a massage til the end of the month#I have fucked up whatever muscles run horizontal across my shoulder blades#the pain doctor was able to follow it along and find the trigger point. it feels like neck pain but it’s not#she tried injecting a little bit of lidocaine on each side but more so as a test I think than pain relief#because needles in my shoulders have been triggering visceral responses of nausea and faintness. so we had to stop those#it didn’t happen with those two shots so it might be safe to do#but this particular muscle only ever specifically hurts from video gaming#never working. like. I spent 9-5 at the same desk in the same position for years and never developed this pain#but a few nights of video gaming after work? horrible neck pain. don’t know what the difference is.#except that one brings me joy and one does not lol. but actually. idk why the fuck gaming hurts when work doesn’t#so now I’m stuck with crippling neck and shoulder pain bc the game was interesting and I have no self control#it’s been a month 😐#mb
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Whirlwind - 'Til The Following Night
#whirlwind#til the following night#nigel dixon#mick lewis#chris emo#gary hassett#rockabilly#rock'n'roll#Dangerous: Nigel Dixon Memorial Album Rare And Unreleased 1977-1984#2010#Youtube
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oh cool thanks twitter
#it put a random voice tweet from someone i've never heard of on my for you page or whatever#and i was like ''who the heck is this?? is this the alt account of some vtuber i watch or something''#..... it was#good news!! should something happen (hopefully it doesnt ever) and my favorite vtuber has to stop i know where to follow him now!!! :)#it's funny cuz i was just thinking about that last night. i'd follow his stuff anywhere even if it was just music#oh hell yeah he has a cover of roki my favorite vocaloid song!#oh shit wait and original music with junbugP??!!?!!!??!?!? holy shit >:o#so anyway while i haven't been looking any of the boys up that's 3 i know of now (well one of them im not totally sure it is but whatever)#and one of them id actually seen a stream before (like march / april of last year) but i didn't realize it til i stumbled across his yt bac#in december and was like ''oh shit i remember that vtuber he seemed cool that time my friend raided him let me check his stuff out again#........wait a fucking second i recognize that voice''
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seungcheol makes you squirt (+18, mdni)
WARNINGS: somnophilia w/ consent, est relationship, daddy!cheol, (reader calls him daddy twice?) dom!cheol, sub!reader, unprotected sex, squirting, pet names, slight degradation, orgasm denial, not comfy = don’t read!!
seungcheol is determined to make you fall apart tonight.
after making you squirt a few nights prior, he had a deep carnal desire to see you break apart again and squirt around his cock, his fingers—anything.
he loves when you lose all inhibitions when it comes to him—and he dwells on the fact that he’s the only one who can drive you to that point.
knowing how sleepiness makes you enter a new realm of high—giving up control, all senses heightened, he waits til you’re fast asleep.
entering your shared bedroom, his eyes fall upon your sleeping figure and his heart swells at your peaceful state. his needy cock follows suit, staring to swell at the thoughts of what he’s about to do to you.
pulling away the edge of your comforter, his mouth waters at your cute little nightie, so fuckin’ adorable. he traces the pink lace hem of your satin shorts, and admires the way the edges rides up your pretty ass as you lay on ur side.
gently flipping you on your back, seungcheol kisses your tummy, before pulling down the thin material, only to be met with your bare cunt. your scent hits him in the face and he groans at how sweet you smell.
looking back at your pretty face, he notices you’re still sound asleep—probably exhausted from the long day of work. he takes one big obscene slurp up your cunt, stopping at your clit, twirling it around with the tip of his tongue. closing his eyes, he savours the moment, sucking in the bundle of nerves and gently tugging on it with his teeth.
seungcheol notices how your juices are starting to gush from the bottom and smirks knowingly. testing the waters, he inserts a finger in slowly—and it slides in so smoothly.
knowing your favourite combination, he continues to suck and play with your clit as his fingers work non-stop, massaging your soft walls. he loves the way your cunt remembers him, still sucking him in when you’re in a deep slumber.
he hears a soft whimper from above and his eyes trace over your features. his poor baby, probably thinking she’s having an erotic little dream about him.
your breath quickens, and seungcheol recognises the telltale signs of your incoming orgasm that’s about to hit you. he stills his fingers in you, focusing on curling his knuckles up quickly, to stimulate your g-spot, and at the same sucking on your engorged clit like his life depended on it.
a few quick breaths before you start to come undone all over his fingers and tongue. your chest heaves up and down, and small trickles of sweat start to form on your hairline.
he removes his fingers, not wanting to waste any drop of your precious cum, he sucks his own finger dry, growing harder at the taste of you.
seungcheol gets his cock ready, pumping it a few times, teasing his own slit, letting his pre-cum glisten on his thick head. he groans. he could get off simply at the sight of you laying so cutely in front of him.
instead, he drags the tip across your little cunt, coating his cock with your juices before slowly entering you. it’s only when he bottoms out that you start to stir awake.
“cheollie?” you rub your eyes, propping your elbows up to get a clearer picture and grasp on what was happening.
“shh baby, it’s okay, it’s okay, just wanted to play with your pretty pussy. couldn’t help myself,” he starts to move, watching your limp body too tired to move as he wrecks that small cunt of yours.
“nngh, cheol….” you whine, feeling all senses stimulated, and extremely sensitive though you didn’t know why. it took you a while to get out of that foggy-too-tired-to-comprehend-anything state, but you loved the inebriated feeling that came with it. the immense pleasure causing you to space out—you couldn’t think about anything but his cock.
“yes baby, i’m here,” cheol knows how you’re feeling. he knows how the blitzed feeling makes you cum even faster, and he is in fact very determined to see you squirt for him—because of him—on your pretty sheets that you guys picked out together.
his overwhelming feelings of possessiveness take over as he hovers over you with your legs hung over his big shoulders. “my cute baby, look at you so strung out, but clenching me so fuckin’ tight,”
your eyes roll back, barely being able to keep them open, every glimpse of cheol you catch; you savour. his dark eyes never leaving you, his plump lips parted, letting groans and grunts escape him.
“s’good daddy, feels so gooood,” you whine out repeatedly, that being seemingly all you know what to say.
“mm my baby, don’t got a thing in your head right now huh, just how good daddy’s cock making you feel?” he feels you clenching even tighter and this time, when he feels your second wave of orgasm approaching, he stops, and pulls out his creamed cock.
a broken cry escapes you, and he flips you around, pulling your hips up while pushing your back to make you arch further. you turn your head to the side, feeling frustrated that your orgasm got stolen right in front of you; you cry out, begging for him to just continue fucking you already.
“i know you like it when i do that baby, don’t go throwing a tantrum on me now,” he grabs hold of your hair and gathers them into a makeshift ponytail as he slides his cock back into your cunt.
pulling on your ponytail, he finds a pace that makes him cock his head back, string of curses finding their way on his lips and a consistent line of groans escaping at each slapping of cheeks against him.
your jaw slacks, and your eyes shut as you feel like you’re being transported into a different realm again.
“ch-cheol, daddy…” all you can do is repeat his name like a mantra, thanking him for fucking you so good.
“that’s right, love it when i have you all dumb on my cock, i’m all your pretty little head is filled with,”
still gripping your ponytail tight, he reaches down to rub at your sensitive clit, which has been begging to be touched—insatiable, that one. his rough finger pads make friction with your wet and slippery bud and you scream with whatever energy is still left in you.
“wanna cum cheol, gonna cum—s’too fucking good i-i can’t,”
“hold it. good girls cum when they’re told to, and you’re my good girl aren’t you,” he says that, but his fingers rub faster and faster, switching between figure 8’s and tight little circles which makes you dizzy.
“i-i am but, your fingers,” you beg.
when seungcheol feels like he’s pushed you to your limit, he orders you to stimulate yourself even more.
“play with your tits for me baby, want all your senses to be stimulated for me,” and your hands immediately reaches under your nightie top, fingers playing with your sensitive nipples—one pinch and you cry out another beg.
“please daddy, i need to cum,” you decide to play your cards carefully. “wanna cum around your cock cheol, need to milk your cock dry,” knowing that cheol always needs you to cum before him.
“yeah baby? wanna milk me dry? let me fill you up so fuckin’ full?” cheol gives in, and puts more pressure onto your poor clit.
“fuck baby, cum around daddy’s cock, let me see you claim this cock as yours baby,”
your head goes empty as you feel hot flashes throughout your body, before you jerk forward onto your hands, and you feel spurts of liquid shooting out of you, and you feel a long coil of rope unravel out your lower abdomen as you continue jerking.
“fuuuuuuck, that’s a good girl, let it all out for me baby,” cheol moans at the sight of you squirting for almost a hot minute, making a mess on the pretty sheets, some landing on his cock which he’s desperately pumping as he watches like it’s the best thing he’s ever seen.
he joins you in that moment of ecstasy as he shoots his own serving of hot cum onto your pretty ass.
he sighs, coming down from his high—and activated his after care mode immediately, getting warm towels to clean you up, with a new set of nighties for you to put on after your now needed shower.
he leaves trails of kisses everywhere. “you did so good for me baby, sorry to wake you up, i know you’ve had a long day,” a small pout makes way to his pretty cherry lips you love so much, and you giggle.
“i told you cheollie, i love nothing more than to wake up with a little surprise like that,” you pull him down to kiss him, and he swoops you up to carry you to the hot bath he’s left to finish cleaning you up.
🫦 hi guys!!!! i miss cheol so much,, this is me expressing how much i miss daddy cheol, not a day goes by without a thought of him wrecking me. oke i hope yall liked this,, leave a like/cmt/rb if u did 💋 MUAH XOXO 🍒
#seungcheol smut#seungcheol#seungcheol fics#seventeen smut#scoups smut#seungcheol scenarios#seungcheol fluff#scoups scenarios#scoups x reader#scoups fics#scoups fluff#scoups fanfic#seungcheol drabbles#seungcheol x reader#seventeen drabbles#seungcheol imagines#seungcheol x you#seungcheol fic#scoups headcanons#choi seungcheol
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I love imaging Dick, Tim, and Damian sneaking around trying to meet Jasons new gf because they just wanna be involved in his life and they know if they they leave it to Jay they wont meet her u til they're married with kids 😭
AND ‘omg us meeting Jason’s siblings when’
AN: Ngl I love this idea too, its so shitty of them but they have the best of intentions.
Damian
A boy no older than 14 with eyes that pierce the soul was not what you'd expected to find on Jason's couch the very first time he'd left you alone there. Jason had to dip out unexpectedly early, and had promised you run of the place until he got back so you'd slept in as long as you could and were on your way to make breakfast when you're greeted by the hell-child.
Once your initial fright wears off you realise you recognize him from a photo Jay had showed you which makes you feel slightly more at ease.
“Good morning? Damian right?” You offer as you pass him, be-lining for the coffee machine, you're gonna need caffeine if you're meeting any member of Jay's family for the first time. “Can I get you anything?”
“Alfred says it's unbecoming to sleep past 9.” Besides the initial glare he'd graced you with as you emerged from the bedroom, he doesn't even look up at you, his eyes glued to the pages of a book. Like brother like brother, you guess.
“Oh, well. Good thing Alfreds not here then.” You add a small laugh, trying to inject some humour to the situation. Damian does not respond in kind. “Is that a no? I think there's some chocolate cereal around here somewhere.”
“What do you do for work that allows you to be in my brother's home in the middle of the day?”
Jeez this kid is no-nonsense. “Or I could make pancakes, I make really good pancakes.”
“And tell me what exactly are your intentions with my baby brother?” Baby?
“I think there's some chocolate chips around here somewhere. Jason says you like chocolate. Chocolate pancakes?”
“Do you always avoid questions?”
“Are you always so intense?”
He slams the book closed and you nearly jump on the spot. He finally looks at you, really looks at you and as you stare back his features begin to soften slightly.
“I’ll have a coffee.”
You're certain from the sly look on his face that he's probably not allowed coffee. He certainly doesn't need any. But screw it, he's not your kid and if it gets him to like a little, you'll take the risk.
So you pour two coffees and join him on the couch. His questions do not cease until Jason returns about an hour later. He couldn't care less about the coffee, but he does care about Damian breaking in to interrogate his partner and immediately kicks Damian out.
Dick
Dick finds out about your existence from one of Damian’s letters, and he's subtle but pushy about meeting you. Not that you're aware. He keeps ‘dropping by’ Jason's apartment ‘just to see his lil brother’, no other reason but is told to get lost or downright ignored anytime you're there, until he decides to cut out the middle man and turn up at your home instead.
“Let me tell you, you are a hard person to get a hold of.” He informs as he invites himself through your front door.
“Um, hello Dick?” As you stare at his lush hair and sculpted abs you wonder what Alfred feeds these boys.
“Yep! I can't stay so I’ve gotta make this quick.” he gestures for you to come closer, speaking in a playful, conspiratorial whisper. “Jay doesn't know I'm here.”
That would be why he can't stay, Jason is due at your door any minute now.
“But you two seem to be getting pretty serious and I think it's important that we all get to know each other. You following?”
You nod, and he gives you the perkiest, most genuine smile. That or he has that exact look practised to a T. From what Jay tells you, either is possible.
“So, Barbara and I, that's my wife” You nod once more, you're aware of Barbara also. “have booked a table at Casa Gotica for Thursday night. We need you to get Jason there without letting on that it's a double date.”
“I don’t know.” you finally give your nodding head a break. “Jay and I don’t lie to each other.”
“Right. I can't begrudge that. Very glad to hear he's picked an honest one.” He takes a moment to straighten his thoughts, but his moment is cut short but the echo of Jason’s combat boots approaching your door. Dick’s eyes rapidly scan the room for a secondary exit before he settles on an open window. “Don't think of it as lying, think of it as omitting the truth. Whatever you have to do just be there for 6.30. Oh, and it's great to meet you!”
“You too.”
“Thursday, 6.30!”
Before you can agree he’s gone, presumably scaling the side of your building as Jay steps inside.
Tim
Tim was actually the first to be aware of you and your relationship with his brother, however, the very real possibility of being gutted by Jason for snooping in his personal life was too high for him to make a move.
But you seeking him out is a different story; or rather, you being the first to say hi when you bump into each other in line at the grocery store is different. It would be rude not to respond to your attempts at initiating a conversation.
“Hello, hi, are you Tim? You don't know me but I’m Jasons partner. Its so great to meet you.”
“I know who you are.” He states rather ominously, eyes darting around behind you. “Is he here?”
“No, but he's picking me up after.” His shoulders visibly ease.
“Cool cool cool.” He’s suddenly much more personable. “So, I hear you're into…”
That chatting doesn't dry or lul at all as the queue dwindles and both buy your groceries. He waits with you until you get confirmation from Jay that he's on his way. He's easily the chillest sibling you've met thus far.
When Jason arrives he gets out of the car to open the boot and passenger door for you as always, but not before he thrusts his phone in your face. “Where is he?”
Displayed on the screen is a selfie of Tim with you in the background, you absolutely do not remember it being taken.
#anon#thanks for the request#/ask#dc#Jason Todd#jason todd/reader#jason todd x reader#red hood/reader#red hood x reader#red hood#batfam x reader#batfam#damian wayne#robin#nightwing#dick grayson#tim drake#red robin#2.5K
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OCTOBER 7TH — STALKER!KÖNIG. You should've trusted your gut feeling. Now, you're chained to your bed inside of your own apartment, being bred relentlessly by a large, masked figure. (FORCED BREEDING, NON-CON)
2024 KINKTOBER MASTERLIST. (DAY 7)
König knew he was depraved and different from others, he'd been told his entire life. That was the motive behind his perversity and creepiness — he was revengeful and vindictive, despised when people had control while he had to fight for it. He knew it was morally wrong to expose and violate vulnerable women when they were least expecting it, to upskirt them for his own selfish sexual gratification. He longed for control and authority, to overpower and dominate a woman so that they'd be crying for him, begging him to stop. They'd do anything, call him their God or whatever he asked of them. He wasn't inexperienced in assaulting women by any means.
And you were his next victim. His bleary, exhausted eyes were fixated by your beauty, your delicate and intriguing features. He was obsessed with your hands in particular, the way your fingers tapped at the keys on your laptop, the thought of them wrapped around his growing, meaty cock worsening his urge to own you. König craved you, he dreamt of you. You never noticed him, blissfully oblivious to his deranged gaze and the sickening, sinful thoughts rushing through his rotten head. He'd follow you home, trying to build up the courage to start a conversation with you, to gain your trust. He needed you vulnerable, weak, and helpless. The thought of breaking into the comfort of your own apartment to violate you there and then left him insatiable, with an agonisingly stiff boner that would pulsate and throb at the sight and thought of you.
König's hints were barely noticeable. It was small details that you'd blown off. The fact that your spare keys had suddenly gone missing, or the fact that your clothing hamper had been messed with, rummaged through, and a pair of lace underwear had gone missing as well. König would break into your apartment in the wee hours of the night to slowly and quietly get himself off to your beauty, occasionally getting too close and rubbing his creamy and leaking head against your soft lips, or your cheek. The thrill and anticipation was satisfying — hypnotising. He was engrossed. Obsessed.
You'd regret not taking these hints seriously, not taking advantage of the suspicious clues he left behind to prepare yourself and prevent this from happening. You'd be awoken to an agonising and splitting ache between your supple thighs with your eyes struggling through the darkness, your wrists chained to your headboard with König mercilessly overpowering you. You'd find the debauched sicko hunched over your form and fucking his hefty, slick cock into your wet and creamy folds, taunting you with the sight of your keys. You'd let out incoherent, mumbled cries as he silenced your dreadful and aggravating whining with his calloused palm, dragging his swollen boner into you ‘til you bled out uncontrollably, slick running down his veiny shaft.
He'd force your body into different positions, leaving your trembling and light-headed, barely conscious as he lifted you into his arms with one last painfully deep thrust to your overstimulated and bruised cervix, taking you alongside him. You'd make the perfect breeding partner, Liebe.
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drunk in love - remy lebeau
Request: nope Pairing: remy lebeau x reader Summary: remy is comes home drunk, so you take care of him Warnings: mentions of alcohol, language, mentions of sexual themes/making out but not actually the real thing dont worry, remy being a whiny lovesick puppy, one mention of throwing up but no actual throwing up Word count: 1.7K A/N: currently binge watching x men 97 PLEASE give me more gambit content pls marvel I'm willing to beg you on my knees. based on a screenshot I saw of a comic page. enjoy!
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you're sitting on the couch, reading your book. it's dark outside, and the clock on the wall tells you it's way too late for you to be awake. you weren't a night owl, but this book was just too good. every time you want to put it away, a chapter ends in a cliffhanger. you couldn't bring yourself to close it without finding out what happened next.
the story is so good and you're so focused on it, you nearly jump out of your skin when you hear the door knob rattle.
it was late and remy wasn't home. he went out drinking with some of the other x-men. it wasn't often they were all free and in the same city, so you knew if it did happen, remy would usually stay out til late. not coming home til long after you'd gone to bed already.
you weren't expecting him to come home this early, so you're immediately on guard. slowly, you put your book down and creep closer to the front door. you grab the closest thing you can find to use as a weapon. you don't know how much damage a tissue box could do, but at the very least you could throw it at the intruder and run away.
remy had tried to teach you some self defence tricks in case something happened and he wasn't home, but he was nearly always right there with you, so you never really learned it.
you wish you had paid him more attention now.
as you get closer to the front door, you see a shadow silhouetted against the glass. and then you hear a voice, cursing while trying to open the door.
'merde... why won't this fucking key fit... fuck off...'
you unlock the door and open it. maybe a little too quickly, because remy all but stumbles into you. you barely manage to catch him.
when he looks up at you, he gives you a dazzling smile with his eyes half closed. 'hello, mon amour.' he says.
you laugh softly and roll your eyes as you shake your head. of course he'd stumble home drunk. you already know your evening is far from over when he's like this.
'come on.' you say. 'let's get you inside.'
remy does a spectacularly bad job at getting up. and he's heavy.
'remy.' you say, holding on to him. 'work with me here.'
you manage to get him inside and lock the door again. remy is looking at you with a smile on his face.
'I hadn't expected you back yet.' you say, walking into the kitchen.
remy follows you and grabs one of your hands with both of his.
'I missed you, chéri.' he says, pulling you close and nuzzling his face in your neck.
'we live together, remy. I saw you this afternoon.' you say.
you feel his lips press against the side of your neck. you briefly close your eyes and allow yourself to revel in the feeling. then you gently push him away.
you hear remy whine and turn to see him pout at you.
'you don't love me anymore?' he says.
'of course I do, my love.' you say. 'but you're drunk. you need to drink some water and go to bed.'
you grab a clean glass and walk over to the sink. as you're filling it up with water, you can sense remy's presence behind you. seconds later, you feel his hands on your hips and his chin on your shoulder.
you mange to turn around in his arms and hand him the glass of water.
'drink up.'
'can I get a kiss afterwards?'
you roll your eyes. you don't want to admit you think it's adorable when he's this handsy and affectionate. you would only encourage him and you really meant it: you wouldn't do anything when he's drunk. he'd do the same if the roles were reversed.
'sure, love, you can get a kiss afterwards.'
you have to hold back your laughter as remy's eyes light up and he downs the glass in one go. you smirk and blow him a kiss before he can lean in.
'hey, what the fuck! no fair!' he exclaims, frowning.
'come on.' you say, holding out your hand to him. 'let's go to bed.'
he all but stumbles over his feet in his haste to grab your hand and follow you.
'yeah, let's go to bed.' you hear remy say behind you. you can tell by the tone in his voice you two have different ideas about 'going to bed'.
'to sleep, remy.' you clarify.
he sighs so loudly you can feel his breath on the back of your neck. you smile to yourself, amused at how fast his moods change when he's drunk. and about the fact he's such a love sick puppy when he's had a few. that is, more of a love sick puppy than he normally is. god, he really loves you.
when you get to your bedroom, you motion for remy to sit down on the bed. you kneel down to untie his boots.
'loving this view, mon amour.' comes remy's voice from above you. 'you know I love it when you get on your knees for me.'
'I'm just taking off your boots.'
'sure you are.'
'I am, remy.'
'are you sure?'
'yes, I am sure.'
remy sighs dramatically and lets himself fall back onto the bed. you glance up at him and see how tight his pants are. of course he'd not only be overly affectionate, but also turned on.
you tug off his boots and socks, raising to your feet.
'stand up for me, please.' you say.
remy opens his eyes and smirks at you from his position on the bed.
'now this view, I like.'
'it's literally so late remy, come on, I want to go to bed.'
he takes a hold of the hand you offer him and lets you pull him to his feet. you reach out to undo his belt.
'wow, chéri, buy me dinner first.' remy mumbles above you. you can tell by his quiet voice he's ready to go to sleep but fighting to stay awake. you wonder how much of this he'll remember tomorrow.
after undoing his belt and helping him out of his pants, you tell him to put his arms up so you can pull his shirt over his head. he does what you ask and doesn't even make a flirty comment about it. that tells you his tiredness is really kicking in.
you briefly step away to get a pair of sweatpants and a shirt out of the closet. as you hand them to him, you allow remy to rest his hand on your shoulder as he puts on the pants you've given him. you let your eyes linger on his muscular chest as he puts on the shirt. you really did get lucky with him, even if he can't keep his hands off of you when he's drunk.
you gently guide him to the bed and help him lay down. you get into the bed next to him and feel how remy pulls you closer, burying his face in your neck.
'you will kiss me tomorrow, right?' he mumbles against your skin.
you run your hands lazily through his hair. 'if you aren't hungover as fuck, which I think you will be, then yes, I'll kiss you, my love.' you say.
'oh fuck yes.' he says, making you chuckle softly.
'goodnight, remy.' you say.
'sweet dreams, mon amour.' he says.
just as you expected, remy falls asleep within seconds. you lay there for a while, absently running your fingers through his hair and thinking about how much you love him, before you eventually fall asleep as well.
when you wake up in the morning, your chest feels heavy. you open your eyes to see remy has somehow put his entire body on yours during the night.
you stay like that for a while, until you can no longer deny you really want breakfast.
with some effort, you push remy off of you so you can get up. he's still asleep as you lean in and press a kiss to his cheek.
as you make breakfast, you're softly humming to yourself while you're in the kitchen.
your morning is quiet. you decide to let remy sleep for as long as he wants, maybe it would make his hangover less extreme.
just as you're making your lunch, you hear remy coming down the stairs. he stumbles into the kitchen, grumbling something in thick accented cajun you can't understand.
then he all but leans his entire body weight on you as he's standing behind you.
'why does the world hate me?' he says.
you laugh. 'good afternoon to you too, my love.'
'morning.' he mumbles. 'your voice is so loud, chéri.'
'this is the thanks I get for taking care of your drunk ass last night?'
'sorry. was I being an asshole?'
'no, just the usual. you couldn't keep your hands off of me.'
'you're used to that.'
'I am.'
you turn around. remy wraps his arms around you and drops his forehead to your shoulder.
'is this what dying feels like?' he mumbles.
'no, my love, this is what being extremely hungover feels like.' you say. 'you want coffee?'
'dear god no, the thought of it makes me want to throw up. I'll just lay on the couch.'
'you're so dramatic.' you say, gently taking a hold of his face and holding it in front of you.
remy closes his eyes and leans into your touch. 'this is making me feel better already.'
you lean in and press a kiss to the tip of his nose. when you pull back, he opens his eyes and smiles briefly at you. then he sways a bit on his feet and sucks in a sharp breath.
'still want to kiss me like you said yesterday?'
'oh, mon amour, I think if I stand really still and you don't move, the world stops spinning.'
you laugh at him as he groans, pressing one hand to his forehead. you decide to take it easy for the rest of the day. the two of you alternate between taking naps and you reading your book out loud to him. as the day passes, you can't help but to think that maybe a hungover remy isn't so bad. you secretly love how he refuses to leave your side when he's hungover.
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