#(but you're all free to send in asks if you still want to!)

[woozinhos]

hii, i have been obsessed with your works.however can i please req like jeonghan was obsessed with reader's breast and nipples? BUTTT if you're uncomfortable or not interested in writing something like this its fine feel free to ignore this :D

Notes: of course anonnnn hope you enjoy!!thank you for requesting

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Jeonghan had always been fascinated by your breasts, and today was no exception. He couldn't keep his hands off of them, constantly touching and squeezing them through your clothes.

"God, I love your boobs," he groaned, his eyes fixed on your chest. "They're so perfect." He pulled you onto his lap, his hands sliding under your shirt to cup them directly. He started to knead them, his fingers playing with your nipples through the fabric of your bra.

"I could spend all day just touching these," he whispered in your ear. "They're so sensitive, aren't they?" You moaned and arched your back, pushing your chest into his hands. Jeonghan smirked at your reaction, enjoying the way you responded to his touch. He began to kiss and nibble on your neck, his hands still busy with your breasts. He could feel your nipples hardening under his fingers, and it only fueled his desire for you.

"Let's get this off," he murmured, tugging at the hem of your shirt. "I want to see them properly." You helped him take your shirt off, leaving you in just your bra. Jeonghan groaned again at the sight of you, his eyes darkening with lust. He unhooked your bra and tossed it aside, his hands immediately going back to your bare chest. He pinched your nipples between his fingers, rolling them gently.

"So beautiful," he said, his voice huskier than before. "I could just suck on them all day." You whimpered and squirmed in his lap, the sensation of his hands on your breasts sending shivers down your spine. Jeonghan leaned down and took one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking on it gently. He swirled his tongue around the hardened bud, his other hand continuing to play with the other one. He looked up at you with a smirk, enjoying the way you were falling apart under his touch.

"You're so responsive," he teased, his breath hot against your skin. "I love how sensitive you are."

"Please, Jeonghan," you whimpered, your voice shaking. "I need more." Jeonghan chuckled and switched to your other nipple, giving it the same treatment as the first. "More? What do you need, baby?" he asked, his lips still attached to your skin.

Jeonghan pinched your nipples harder, his fingers twisting and pulling on them. He loved the sounds you were making, the way you were moaning and gasping for him.

"You like that, don't you?" he said, his voice a low growl. "You like having your nipples played with like this." Jeonghan's tongue darted out to lick your nipple, his eyes locked on yours. He could see the desire in your gaze, and it only made him more eager to please you. He swirled his tongue around your nipple before taking it back into his mouth and sucking hard. He bit down gently, not enough to hurt, but just enough to add a hint of pain to the pleasure.

You cried out at the mix of sensations, your body trembling in his lap. Jeonghan was relentless, his mouth working on your nipple while his hands continued to tease the other one. He could feel your arousal growing, and he knew you were getting close to the edge. He pulled away from your chest and looked up at you again, a smirk on his face.

"You're getting so wet," he said, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "I can smell it."

[kisakis-boyfriend]

Author's Note: The final super old twst request! With this, I have completed the 4 requests from my old blog! It only took me, what… 4 years? Hahahahaha…ha. Anyhow! feel free to send me twst thirsts, or fluffy things now :3

Pairings: Ace, Deuce, Epel, Jack, & Sebek x male reader (separately)

Warnings: Male!reader, fluff, highschool shenanigans

Ace Trappola

Oh boy–

Ace gets a little giddy once he realizes his feelings are romantic

He's always considered you one of his best friends, but this…this is unexpected

He looks at you through a totally different lens now

Mr. Jealousy over here; Ace is going to do anything he can to steal your attention back from anyone else!

He's constantly asking you to hang out, or joining you in the middle of stuff

It's only natural though, right? After all, you've known him longer than everyone else at this school, why shouldn't you two be close? And want to spend every waking minute together hahahaha

Always happy when he successfully makes you laugh or smile

He practices some of his jokes and one-liners in the mirror before going to school, picturing you on the other end of the conversation and how you might react

'Platonic' handholding? 'Platonic' handholding.

Deuce Spade

Once the realization hits him, Deuce will freeze up completely

HOW is he supposed to process this? What do you mean he has a crush on the most gorgeous guy at school? HUH?!

When the initial shock subsides, so will his nerves (a little bit, anyway…)

Probably the most likely of the first years to actually confess to you. It's a pretty straightforward confession too — just a simple "hey, I like you a lot" when the two of you are alone

Lord help him if you're naturally flirtatious. Baby boy doesn't know how to handle that kind of attention directed at him ���� (whether you're actually dating or not)

After his confession, he'd still try to properly court you with thoughtful gifts, kind gestures, and similar classic romantic things

Deuce wants to be the perfect boyfriend, and he'll do whatever he can to be helpful. Helping you with homework isn't his forte though…you may end up helping him with that 😅

Epel Felmier

Nervous™

You're so kind to Epel, of course he ends up getting attached and falling head over heels for you!

Still, when he figures out that it's romance he feels around you? NERVOUS™

Sure, you're kind to him, but surely you'd prefer to date someone taller, stronger, generally more in your league than Epel!

When you smile at him though, and compliment him, all of those doubts fall away

Epel is always testing the boundaries of how close he can get to you — sitting closer and closer, eventually making his way onto your lap, fixing your tie for you, etc etc

He gets so touchy, and if you don't make an effort to stop him then the touching will just become more intimate as time goes on. Until other students assume that you're already dating

If and when he ever does confess (unless you do it first), Epel will reluctantly ask Rook for advice…some of which is genuinely helpful, some of it is not…

Jack Howl

Baby boy baby–

He's such a tsundere about it

Acts similar to Sebek when he's around you, except with less awkward shouting 😐

Sometimes Jack's tail will give his feelings away—wagging happily behind him when you're having a conversation

His ears also perk up every time he hears your lovely voice

He's the type to act so sweet and innocent that the other students end up poking him at him–

Not the type to initiate much physical contact, but if that's how you are, Jack will happily reciprocate!

IF you're buff like he is, Jack will be even more flustered. He is 100% going to ask if you want to work out together. Definitely not so he can check you out… 🤐

Sebek Zigvolt

Crush? What's a crush? Sebek doesn't have one of those, no way! You must be dreaming 🙄

……Yeah, everyone notices the way he acts around you. So flustered that he can barely speak

Sebek is tripping over himself, fumbling every sentence, and avoiding your beautiful eyes like the plague

Honestly, you sometimes wonder if he just doesn't like you 💀

When Sebek truly realizes that he's in love, he needs to sit down for a minute

He locks himself in his room and just… sits—thinking a mile a minute about how to handle this whole thing

Love is such a foreign concept to him, and he wasn't even aware that he was into guys!

You shook up his entire world, and Sebek doesn't understand how to react to such a thing

It does NOT help that his mind keeps bringing up memories of your sweaty body in gym class, or that one time he had food on his mouth and you wiped it off with your thumb…the way your touch lingered ever so slightly on his skin sends shivers down his neck

[petersasteria]

Hey, It's Been A While (2) - G Dragon/Kwon Ji-yong

Pairing: GD x Reader Summary: long time partners that don't have the same goal Warning: delulu!ji-yong

A/N: thank you all for showing so much love on my first ever ji-yong fic! I'm ever-so flattered that many of you have asked for part 2. As promised, here it is. Lmk what you think! This is Ji-yong's P.O.V from part 1.

Kwon Ji-yong wasn't the type to show his feelings. He just dealt with it privately and most of the time, on his own. However, that changed when he told Daesung and Taeyang about your breakup. Oh, he was immensely heart broken. He was so close to pulling the same thing Taeyang did to win Min Hyo-rin back, but he didn't. He knew that whatever he did, nothing would bring you back to him.

"I thought I was being clear..." Ji-yong spoke in a soft voice as Daesung sat next to him on the floor. Ever since the break up, Taeyang and Daesung decided it would be best to take turns in looking after him because he didn't have you anymore. Tonight was Daesung's turn. They both sat in Ji-yong's dimly lit room with Ji-yong finding comfort on the cold floor.

"Well, Ji-yong, I hate to say it, but it was all a misunderstanding in the first place." Daesung said cautiously, not knowing how his best friend would react. "You know, sometimes our goals really don't align with the person we love, and that's okay."

"So..." Ji-yong trailed off. "She won't come back?" His voice cracked as he started sobbing again. His lips quivered and his shoulders shook, it scared Daesung because he had never seen him so... broken before. Daesung pulled him in for a big embrace and he just held him until he calmed down.

"Ji, maybe she will, maybe she won't. It's really up to both of you. I mean, if you really want her back, you have to do something. Right now, I just think she needs space."

"How do you know what she likes? You didn't date her, I did!" Ji-yong snapped at him, breaking free from the hug.

Daesung sighed, "I know you did. I'm just saying, you both need your time to heal before one of you does something. You can't think straight right now, Ji. If you say or do something, she might get overwhelmed and she probably wouldn't want to see you. After all, you just told her that you didn't believe in marriage while she did."

"But what if she doesn't want me back?" Ji-yong asked him, fear creeping throughout his body and he didn't like it one bit.

"Well, fate is twisted. If she doesn't want you back, then you guys were probably just meant to meet to build each other up, but not be together forever." Daesung confessed sadly. "Let's not think about that now. If you want her back, do you really want Y/N to see you like this? I'm sure she'd love to see the Kwon Ji-yong she loves, not the snot-filled, puffy-eyed Ji-yong." He lightened the mood, which was successful considering Ji-yong laughed a little bit.

"You're right." Ji-yong chuckled as he wiped his tears and ran a hand through his hair.

"I mean if I were Y/N and you walked in my apartment looking like that to take me back, I'd be scared! I'd be like, 'who is this gremlin?!'." Daesung joked and nudged his shoulder a bit, making Ji-yong laugh even more.

"Thanks, Dae. I appreciate it." Ji-yong smiled softly, patting his friend on the back.

-

A year after your breakup, Ji-yong heard from Taeyang that you started dating someone else.

"WHAT?!?!" Ji-yong reacted. "She was supposed to be with ME!!!"

"Ji-"

"Are you sure you sent her the flowers I asked you to send?"

"I'm not your assistant, but yes."

"Are you sure you picked the loveliest card in the store? I knew I should've gotten her the shiny lambskin Chanel bag instead!"

"Wait- the gold tone metal white one?"

"Yes, that one! It would look so cute with all of her outfits because white is easy to pair with anything!"

"Okay, but-"

"Did I lose my game? I don't think I did. I mean, even after I courted her, I still heavily flirted with her because you gotta keep it going and I love flirting with her because she gets all cute and shy."

"I did not need to know that, but that's cute. Please-"

"Did she not love me enough? I-"

"KWON JI-YONG!!!!" Taeyang shouted, causing him to stop rambling. "That relationship she has is probably not going to last, y'know? I mean, we don't know what the future holds, right? He could be a-"

"A rebound!" Daesung said as he entered the room.

"Right!" Taeyang slammed his hand on the table.

Ji-yong snickered, "Okay, Glinda."

Taeyang glared at him before he said, "Maybe you should move on a bit."

"I HAVE moved on. Just not in the way she moved on. I still think about her 24/7. I just don't cry about it anymore." Ji-yong said proudly. "I still look fondly at our photos, y'know? I miss her a lot."

"We know." Daesung said.

"Anyway, this has been fun and all, but I have to see Y/N, confess my love for her, and then make out." Ji-yong said, walking towards the door. Before he reaches the door, Taeyang pulled him back.

"Whoa, don't do that. Also, TMI." Taeyang said.

"Stop being delulu. It's not the solulu." Daesung said as the other two looked at him confused. He rolled his eyes, "I'll rephrase: being delusional isn't the solution."

"Then say that!" Taeyang exclaimed.

"Yeah! What language was that?" Ji-yong asked.

"It's the new internet lingo. Oh my gosh, stay updated." Daesung said as he sat down on the couch.

"Um, anyway, he's right." Taeyang agreed. "Being dolulu isn't the selulu."

"You got it twisted."

"I think Ji-yong got my point, Dae."

Ji-yong fought back a smile from their ridiculous argument. "Fine. I won't go. I'll just investigate her new boyfriend."

"Oh my god stop." Daesung said. "Just let her be happy."

"Oh, I want her to be happy... it's just that I want her to be happy with me. Besides, I just want to see if that guy's good enough for her, y'know? I'm looking out for her because I love her and I'm afraid I'll love her until I die, so please let me be." Ji-yong took out his laptop, sat on the dining table and immediately stalked your socials to get some kind of information on this new guy.

It took him months, but he finally got the information he needed. Being petty, he printed it all out with a proud smirk, stapled them together, and presented it to Taeyang and Daesung, who were busy watching some variety show on the tv.

"Um, what's this?" Taeyang asked. It was a neatly organized, 100-paged paper, all about your new boyfriend. Ji-yong even made a formal cover page for his paper. It was his thesis at that point and now, he's doing a defense.

"My thesis titled: The Effect of Being Serious with A Man You Don't Know: A Study About The Cause and Effect of Dating A Suspicious Man." Ji-yong grinned.

"If you flip the page, you'll see the table of contents dating back to 2015 until now. Then as you read through it, it's everything that I found out about Y/N's new boyfriend. Including but not limited to: his family tree, his exes, his behavior and attitude, screenshots from his exes, and observations from his ex-best friend. All names are, of course, redacted for this thesis I am presenting."

"Kwon Ji-yong, you are INSANE. Like, officially." Daesung said. Taeyang nodded in agreement as he flipped through the pages.

"I know, but HEAR ME OUT!" Ji-yong explained. "I have a really bad feeling in my gut when you guys said she started dating him. I just researched about him and I was right! Please just read through it?"

"What if you're wrong?" Daesung questioned. "What if-"

"No, he's right." Taeyang said, intently reading Ji-yong's hardwork.

"What the fuck, Tae? I thought we were a team." Daesung whined.

"Yes, we are. Despite him being delusional and crazy, he's actually right this time. The man is bad news." Taeyang said as he showed Daesung the proof.

Ji-yong smirked to himself as he laid down on the floor. He rubbed his tired eyes as he stretched his whole body and yawned. His research required sleepless nights and convenience store coffee runs at ungodly hours.

"I'm impressed, Ji." Daesung nodded. "This is all precise."

"I didn't get a bachelor's degree and a master's degree for nothing, Dae." Ji-yong chuckled, his voice hoarse from being tired.

"Hey, speaking of-" Taeyang spoke. "Y/N emailed me!"

"Ooh, what did she say?!" Daesung asked excitedly. "I think this is a sign! Maybe your manifestations are finally working, Ji!"

Ji-yong laughed before folding his arms under his head, relaxing a little bit. "It's all coming together. It's weird for her to tell you about their breakup through email, though. That's so-"

"SHE'S GETTING MARRIED?!?!" Daesung screamed as Ji-yong quickly sat up in shock. Taeyang glared at Daesung and said, "I was about to say it!"

"Yeah, but I figured it should be said immediately! Like removing a band-aid!" Daesung explained.

"Yeah, but this isn't exactly a band-aid, now is it?" Taeyang pointed out and Daesung shrugged.

"She's getting married to that dick!?" Ji-yong exclaimed in frustration.

"You know what? Let's all boycott this wedding." Taeyang said. "I can just email her and say that as early as now, we are NOT RSVP-ing."

Ji-yong frowned and shook his head, "No, that's not right. You guys were her friends too and my feelings about this shouldn't be in the way. At the end of the day, it's her event... that I secretly want to ruin, but I digress. We can all go and allow her to be happy."

"Why do I feel like you're planning something?" Daesung eyed Ji-yong suspiciously as Ji-yong stood up, walking to the kitchen.

"Dae, I just finished a really good thesis about why her man is bad news. Of course, I'm planning something. You'll just have to wait on the wedding day." Ji-yong smirked to himself.

-

Taglist for part 2: @loveesiren @balladeerssong @gdinthehouseee @natalicss @multifanxtvshows @pleasantgiverninja @onyxmango @pinkpunkdynamite @steponupbabe @rafesbunniebby @sylviavf @myc4br3 @waltons-things @sillylittlecat1

Taglist: @redhoodedtoad

[skzdust]

Paperwork

THIS IS SMUT. MINORS DNI.

So to the person who requested this in October, I'm sorry, but I did it!!

Please enjoy!

Summary: You're the secretary to Choi Jongho, the CEO to your company, and you've cleared the last two hours of his workday for some stress relief.

Pairing: CEO!Jongho x Secretary!Reader

Includes: smut with feelings, cockwarming, dirty talk, "doll", "baby", fucking on a desk

Word count: 1.7k

Taglist (Comment on a post/send an ask if you'd like to be added): @weirdowithaphone, @caught-in-the-afterglow, @palindrome969, @skzstan12345, @katsukis1wife,

@hyunjinsjeans, @somethingkindazainy, @silverstarburst, @atzlordz,

Network:@mirohs-aurora-society

Reblogs, likes, comments all appreciated!!!

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You smiled to yourself as whoever had been meeting with Jongho walked out of his office. It was only 3:00, but you’d made sure to block out a couple of free hours for him at the end of the day.

You straightened the papers at your desk and locked your computer before walking in.

“Y/n.” He looked at you with a weary smile. “Who’s in next?” He put his head in his hands. “Do not tell me it’s Jeong Yunho. He’s a fine man, and a fine ambassador, but I cannot deal with the board today.”

“It’s not Yunho.” You could barely hold in your smile. “It’s no one.”

“Hm?” He looked at you with raised eyebrows. “Weird joke.”

“It’s not a joke.” You let yourself grin. “I cleared your schedule for the rest of the day.”

“It’s only three! There’s two hours left in the day!” He protested, but he was smiling now too.

“You need to relax, Mr. Choi.” You leaned on his desk. “You’re going to work yourself to death.”

“No, I’m not.” He grumbled.

“You’re stressed.” You leaned in closer to him. “Let me help you.”

Jongho glanced around, but the walls of his office that weren’t windows were solid. There was no way anyone could see in.

“You’re gonna help me?”

“Yeah.” You undid a couple buttons on your blouse with one hand. “I have a few ideas.”

Jongho groaned as you pulled back to finish taking off your shirt. You left it in a pile of satin on the floor. “Fuck, you look good.”

You smiled, looking at the ground. This arrangement had been going on for a while, but he still made you smile when he complimented you.

Choi Jongho was so fucking hot it wasn’t even fair. And past that, he was sweet. He bought you things, he checked in on you throughout the day as you worked, and he was so gentle when he fucked you, despite his dominance. You could barely believe it was you he chose to have a consensual workplace relationship with.

Jongho hummed, bringing you back to the present. “Why don’t you come over here, pretty girl?”

You nodded, walking behind the desk. He patted it, and you sat on its edge, your tongue darting out to lick your lips.

He laughed. “Nervous?”

“No.” You lied.

“Do I make you nervous?” His voice dropped into something more playful than before.

“No!”

“Don’t lie to me.” He whispered, his eyes searching your face before making their way down the rest of your body. “You’re beautiful, but you’re not good at hiding things.”

You blushed at that. “I’m not hiding anything.”

Jongho stood, taking a few steps forward to cage you between his arms, looking intently in your eyes. “Do you want me?”

You blinked.  “Yes. I assumed that was obvious from me taking off my shirt and sitting on your desk.”

“I still want to hear you say it.” He leaned into your neck, licking at it before moving up to kiss your ear. “For me?”

“I want you.” You whispered, shivering as he gently bit your earlobe. “Fuck, Jongho, please.”

“Good girl.” He ran a hand through your hair, and then down to the base of your spine, pulling you closer to him. You moaned appreciatively, arching into him. “What do you want me to do?”

“Want you to make the decisions.” You whispered. “Want you to be in charge.”

“You want CEO Choi?” He laughed, and you rolled your eyes.

“That’s not what I meant, and you know it.”

“Oh, baby, I know what you meant.” He smiled. “You meant you want me to order you around, to make you do dirty things and watch, to fuck you so hard you can’t even think anymore.”

You swallowed, nodding. “Yes. That’s what I meant.”

“Okay, then I can give you that.” He smirked. “You know I love using you as my own personal stress toy.”

You whimpered as his hands came down to rest on your waist. “And how are you going to use me?”

“I think I’ll make you sit on my cock.” He hummed thoughtfully. “And I think you’ll look so pretty just sitting there while I get some paperwork done.”

“Paperwork?” You groaned. “I cleared your schedule just for this!”

“I still have things to do, doll, no appointments means I just have some time to catch up on things.”

“What about me being your stress toy?”

“Oh, that’ll come.” His grin had a note of mischief, and you settled down a bit, knowing that he wouldn’t leave you hanging… at least not all evening. “Now get on my lap.”

He unzipped his pants, freeing his cock and sitting down. He was already hard, and you smiled, knowing you’d done that to him.

“Don’t get all cocky.” He said. “That doesn’t mean it was you, you know. Maybe my paperwork gets me off.”

You laughed. Jongho had a good sense of humor, and you wished for just a second that he was actually yours, beyond fucking you when you had some time during the workday.

It wasn’t like he had anyone else. No wife or kids, no pictures on the desk. He always said he was married to the company.

You didn’t have time to think anymore when he grabbed your hips and yanked you off the desk, towards him. “I said get on my lap.”

You carefully took off your tights and underwear, leaving your skirt on the way you knew he liked. You looked in his eyes for just a moment— just a second— and began to ease down onto him. You paused about halfway down his impressive length, breathing for a moment.

Jongho wasn’t having any of that. He grabbed your hips again and snapped up into you.

You gasped, the way he was filling you up almost startling you. He was so long and so thick, it felt like he was practically in your lungs. “Jesus, Jongho.”

“Mr. Choi.” He grunted, adjusting the two of you so you were seated facing him on his lap, and he could reach around you to get his paperwork done. You rested your head on his shoulder, moving your hips against his in a desperate search for friction.

“Ah ah, none of that.” He said, and while his voice was playful, you knew he wasn’t joking. Jongho liked obedience and patience, neither of which were your strong suits, but luckily he seemed to enjoy fucking these lessons into you.

“Please?”

“No.”

He did rub your back, consolatory, as he did his paperwork with his other hand. You weren’t watching, your eyes were closed with the pleasure of his cock inside you and the lines he was currently tracing across your shoulder blades.

You might’ve fallen asleep, you weren’t entirely sure, but when you opened your eyes, it was dark outside. “When did it get to be night?”

“Did you fall asleep?” He sounded amused. “Sun set a little bit ago.”

“I hate winter.” You sighed. “Can you fuck me now?”

“Let me finish reading this contract, then yes.”

You wiggled on his cock, trying to get him to break and fuck you now, but his resolve was ironclad, as usual. You heard him writing, then the click of him capping his pen, then he was pulling you to look at him.

“Hi.” He smiled at you, and you were struck, not for the first time, by how goddamn attractive this man was.

“Hi.”

“Lay back on the desk for me.”

You carefully got off his lap, your knees screaming at you. “You’re paying for my physical therapy from bending my knees on a desk chair for hours on end.”

“I can do that.” He said, and you couldn’t tell if he was joking or not.

“Thank you.” You hurried to climb on top of the desk, laying on your back and spreading your legs for him.

He arranged himself between them, lining up with your dripping hole and teasing at your entrance. “This has been in here for a while, you sure you still want it?”

“Yes!” You yelped. “Yes, Jongho, please.”

“Good girl.” He whispered, and you shivered. With one hand on your hip, he carefully pushed back inside you.

“Fuck. Wow, Jongho, you feel good.”

“Good.” He said, and his voice had taken on the low timbre it usually did when you were about to get absolutely railed.

He began to move, his hips rocking slowly at first, then setting a punishing pace. He kept talking to you the whole time.

“Gorgeous little thing for me, don’t you feel good around me? So tight around my cock, fuck, baby, you’re perfect.”

Your stomach flipped. He’d definitely just meant that sexually. Your pussy was perfect. He didn’t think you were perfect.

Did he?

He said it again.

“Perfect, so fucking perfect for me, baby.”

Baby.

He didn’t usually call you baby.

You didn’t say anything, wondering. Was he fucking someone else? Was he talking to you?

His thrusts grew wilder, less controlled, more desperate. He was practically whimpering now.

“Baby, baby, so good for me, so perfect, can you cum? Can you cum on my cock? Wanna make you feel good.”

“Yes, Jongho, yes, I feel good,” You confirmed. “Don’t fucking stop. I’m going to— fuck, Jongho, can I cum?”

“Yes, baby, cum.”

He pushed inside you one more time, and you came together, jerking through your orgasm as Jongho moaned your name through his.

You both rested there, breathing, for a few moments.

“Baby?” You asked in a small voice.

“I’m— I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to— I mean, it slipped out.” He laughed uncomfortably, still inside you. “I didn’t mean to overstep.”

“No, you didn’t.” You sat up to pull his face to yours. “You can call me it again, if you want.”

His eyes searched yours. “Are you sure, baby?”

“Yes.”

He smiled, and you kissed him. It was gentle, mostly lips, no teeth or tongue. You could hear him giggle into your mouth.

“What!”

“I just feel lucky.”

“Why?”

“The prettiest person at this company just let me come inside them.”

You grinned. “Yeah, yeah, but like you said, let’s not get cocky. Maybe it was just that I was on top of the paperwork.”

[pnwander]

quick & easy lightroom walkthrough or: shooting through dirty double-paned glass, and other hardships.

I'll tell you! (Original post here.)

✱ KIT Panasonic GH5 + LEICA DG 100-400 with rubber hood for shooting through windows.* ✱ SHUTTER 1/125 sec ✱ APERTURE f/6.3 ✱ ISO 1600

*I use this one. It works for me, but it's a little tricky. It was a gift, and I think if choosing for myself I'd find something easier to get on and off.

WHAT'S ALL THIS, THEN? It was cold outside, obviously. And the flickers bolt if I try to open the back door, so sometimes I'll post up in front of my dining room window and just get the best shot I can. I do this less and less these days, now that my arthritic hands and I have heated gloves. The 'after' photo is a brand new re-edit using better tools than were available when this was shot. I was never happy with how it looked, before now.

under the cut: EDITS

✱ Detail: Sharpness & Noise Reduction My main problem here is sharpness. The photo is in focus, but because I'm shooting through a thick storm window, I've lost that tack-sharpness I really want, and I have a whole bunch of noise to contend with. This would always be the case, but worse depending on the camera you're using, and in my case this was two generations ago - the GH5. I have tested window shots with the GH7, and they're a lot cleaner.

That being said, the trick is to always, always, always use masking along with sharpening. Like, a lot of masking, just so much masking, so that you avoid sharpening an already-noisy background. In Lightroom, you can hold down down the ALT key while using the masking slider to visualize exactly what is being sharpened.

I'm choosing to leave the background noisier than I prefer, because even if I mask out the background, as I increase noise reduction, I lose detail in the edges. Leaving some noise in the feathers also preserves that sense of sharpness, generally.

This is a matter of personal preference and priority in your edits. I've had students absolutely hammer their photos with denoise and like it that way, and that is totally their call. I like it sharp.

Note: you could also do the sharpening/noise reduction at the end, after all your other edits, so that you have a better sense of how much you still need after toning. That's often my preference. I probably went backwards here only because I've edited this image before and had it pre-loaded in my brain.

✱ Tone Dehaze is the real MVP here. You could go even harder than I have on -blacks/+clarity/+dehaze, for a dramatic, crushed look. I decided to strike a balance between the soft darks I prefer but the clarity absolutely needed to make this look less smooshy. And my curve is pretty gentle.

Before toning and after:

(You can see that I've also done some color grading. But because that part is entirely personal preference, I'm skipping it here.)

✱ Selective Adjustments With a photo as flattened as this one, I always want to add some depth to it with masking. I have just three masks in this case:

1. The tree was blown out, detracting from my subject and looking, frankly, unrealistic. So I've darkened this on its own, so that my subject will stand out.

2. Contrast, texture, and clarity to bring out the detail in the feathers; a touch of saturation because the global color grading I wanted took away slightly from the bird's natural coloring. I want this on a mask, and not globally, because I do not want to exacerbate the noise in the background, or the texture of the leaves and snow.

And 3., to make the flicker really pop, I've got a 'spotlight' mask

...which is working together with a light vignette to draw the eye to the subject. You could also create an asymmetrical vignette with an inverted -exposure mask, if you needed to.

All together now...

And that's it!

As always, please feel absolutely free to send any questions to my ask box. I try to watch for comments and questions in the tags, but sometimes they get missed. And if there are any other edits you'd like to see, let me know!

Find my other walkthrough here.

[finniestoncrane]

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[palettepainter]

I can't remember if I made a post saying this, but thank you to everyone who has liked, re-blogged, left a comment or tags and who has made fanart of the DB found siblings!! Chapter 4 has me in a death grip and drawing fun stuff with Doey and Bobby has been a delight! I have a load of ideas in mind for future drawings/possible comics, as well as doodle ideas for a what if AU idea Doey and Bobby escape the factory and live on the surface with the player

The fanart you guys have made or the comments/tags you left on my art of them, even some of the very first posts I made with DB found siblings, still continue to blow me away! I frequently go back to look or read them and every time I get all giggly and kick my feet from excitement!!

Also want to say thanks to those of you who have reblogged or left comments or tags about Cuddly Wuddly. I currently don't have as many ideas for him as I do with Doey and Bobby, but on instagram in particular his design is blowing up way more then I thought it would, and in general it's just been super fun drawing stuff for Poppy Playtime!

A general reminder that I am on holiday with family at the moment so there won't be any new drawings of DB siblings or anything else for a while, but you're more then free to send in asks with questions if you want to! Thanks again!!

[tsbs-darksun-confessions]

Are you alright with physical touch? Like, brief ones?

Example: Someone (that you know) approaches you and gently pokes a ray.

Hi there!

our dearest Dark Sun is- well... currently unavailable! So I'll sadly be answering in his stead... Fret not! I have past memories I can pluck and use either way!

Anyways, Doctor J is on the case!

When it comes to physical touch or affection, Dark Sun is a lot more reserved, he tends to keep his distance from those he doesn't trust or know very well

He tries hiding it, playing it off as being polite, but it's easy to tell if he doesn't like you from how much efforts he puts in keeping his distance!

When it comes to people he's friends with, he can get a little touchy, it's simple things that are done with hands, like handshakes, grabbing, tapping, flicking, ect

He doesn't really do hugs or casual touches when it comes to friends

Then comes people he's really close to! If this stage is somehow reached, he's surprisingly affectionate, if I didn't know any better I'd say he's touch starved

He's more receptive, and likely to initiate, leaning onto one another, hugs, or just general closeness!

As it stands currently, Nexus would be the one Dark considers closest to him, and the one he trusts most.

Although....

Well... For a moment I had hoped he'd found others to get close to, if nothing else but because he needs other people to call home....

But-.... It obviously isn't going so well...

Here's the memory anyway

[lmaster37]

one fun fact about me is that i absolutely lose it when there's villains in my musical (affectionate)

cases in point (can you use that as a plural??):

i saw sweeney todd live for the first time this week and i went feral every time mrs lovett was on stage (the actress absolutely SLAYED that role, genuinely fucking amazing) (tbc i've always enjoyed mrs lovett greatly because her song parts are so incredibly fun but the actress was truly something else) (dagmar manzel as part of berlin's komische oper)

a story told from the count of monte christo musical serves such cunt for like no reason

every mechanisms villain (<- aided by the fact that i have yet to find a mechs character who i dislike <3 ) (they simply do not miss) (for the sake of sticking to villains, special shout-out to king cole for having two absolutely menacing songs, odin she who styled herself the allmother for giving us another 'jonny sims narrates the end of the world with much gusto' scene, and hades for simply being hotter than should be possible)

is falcon in the dive from the scarlet pimpernel a villain song?? i actually have very little idea of what happens in this musical

and

(of course)

T h e m

The Lords in Black

The Awful Brothers

the scream i scremt when wiggog y'wrath revealed himself to us in nerdy prudes must die y'all

the sheer glee in my soul during the summoning

the pure joy of going through the nightmare time episodes to find out more about these nasty fuckers

yes this is an excuse to talk about the hatchetfield series by team starkid no i will not be taking criticism at this time thank you very much

(ignore the fact that i got derailed by the mechs for a hot second) (what you are seeing is already a much shorter version of my original ramble) (i forgot i was talking about villains tbh i was just listing mechs characters and going Them..... adoringly)

pls pls pls if you enjoy musicals and/or dark comedy with a social commentary aspect i am BEGGING you to watch the hatchetfield musicals

they are available for free in their entirety on youtube

i can't guarantee that you'll find them funny but like. you're on tumblr. the chance is pretty high there's significant overlap

(begging you not to ask me who my favourite hatchetfield character is)

(bc i would be honour-bound to tell you that it is paul matthews As Played By Jon Matteson, certified Most Boring Man Alive Or Dead)

(he has NO personality traits he has NO game he is NOT slick OR funny and i love him dearly)

(other favourite characters include wiggly/wiggog y'wrath As Played By Jon Matteson and gary goldstein attorney at law As Played By Jon Matteson)

(you may notice a subtle yet persistent pattern)

anyway if you haven't, pls pls pls watch the hatchetfield musicals. i will answer any questions i will make any argument i will provide spoilers and trigger warnings as requested i just desperately need an excuse to talk about them (<- pretending i understand significant amounts of hatchetfield lore when i am, in fact, coasting entirely on vibes and dreamily going Them.... at the screen whenever Character I Like pops up) (Character I Like is a broad category encompassing roughly 90% of named characters)

EDIT: I CAN'T BELIEVE I FORGOT ABOUT MAX FUCKING JÄGERMAN THE JÄGERMEISTER HIMSELF HOWWW DID I TALK ABOUT STARKID HATCHETFIELD VILLAINS AND FORGET MAXWELL JÄGERMAN

like genuinely he has The most unhinged dynamic with richie lipschitz (played by, you guessed it, jon matteson) howwww was that not at the forefront of my mind as if That Scene isn't one my favourite jon matteson moments ever (iykyk)

[icantalk710]

📱😪

[pomefioredove]

can I request house wardens + leech twins with a reader who doesn't eat enough bc Crowley doesn't give them enough for food, and they end up really ill and collapsing or something. I'm cravin some fluffy comfort rn, pls and thank you 🙏

I got you🫡🫡 as someone who's been through an eerily similar situation, I really liked this request

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ another crowley moment™️

type of post: headcanons characters: riddle, leona, azul, floyd, jade, kalim, vil, idia, malleus additional info: romantic or platonic, reader is gender neutral, reader is yuu, mentions of food and not eating

Riddle wouldn't even have to like you to rush to your side. but he does like you, which makes it all the worse

after checking your vitals, you're in the infirmary. he's got doctors for parents, after all, and he knows that malnutrition is bad

he should have seen the signs...

with exams coming, he's been so busy, and he assumed that you were just tired from studying

but he can feel guilty later. right now, he needs to focus on you getting well again, and not killing Crowley

(then, of course, he'll look for some legal statute or clause that he can threaten Crowley with so you're fed properly)

*ੈ✩‧₊˚

Leona noticed you'd been acting a little weird lately, but watching you collapse still puts him in shock

luckily, Ruggie and Jack are nearby to help you to the infirmary, so Leona can focus on hunting Crowley down like an animal

there are very few times where Leona is particularly grateful for his status, but this is one of them. just one word on how his family will be hearing about Crowley's neglect, and the old bastard is begging him for forgiveness

even after that, Leona still sends Ruggie with snacks and drinks to Ramshackle

and if you ever scare him like that again, you'll regret it (lovingly)

*ੈ✩‧₊˚

the news of you collapsing during flight lessons reaches Octavinelle rather fast. no one is particularly surprised, since Floyd had mentioned how easily you'd been bruising lately just the night before, but everyone is certainly worried

Azul is the first at your side, asking you all sorts of questions, worried sick. Jade has to remind him to give you space to rest, since you look exhausted (had you always had those dark circles? how could Azul have not noticed?)

now, Azul and the tweels could easily find a way to pressure Crowley, but they know better than to trust him

from now on, you'll be eating in the Mostro Lounge, free of charge

*ੈ✩‧₊˚

perhaps Kalim was just oblivious, because he really didn't think anything was wrong until you were suddenly on the floor in front of him

sure, you'd been a little moody lately, but he figured it was just a thing you were going through. and besides, you know that you can talk to him about anything... right?

Jamil hurries to check your pulse, and shouts for him to get the school nurse- which is jarring, because Jamil never shouts

when you explain everything to Kalim later, he feels... terrible. he should've known- no, he should've asked

Kalim insists you stay at Scarabia while you're recovering, and makes sure you have the most enriching, delicious meals money can buy

*ੈ✩‧₊˚

Vil knew it was bad, but not this bad. if he had known you were on the verge of collapsing, he would've taken a firmer approach to getting you to eat

you're going to worry him to death someday, you know that?

after he's done verbally eviscerating Crowley, he'll insist on joining you at every meal. he'll eat at Ramshackle, breakfast, lunch, and dinner, if that's what it takes

he's subtle about it, at least

if he notices that your plate feels empty, he'll just take some food from his and put it on yours. gracefully, elegantly, without a word

you'll come home one day to see your kitchen stocked with vitamins, supplements, and apples (courtesy of Epel)

<3 and a note that says he'll treat you to dinner whenever you want

*ੈ✩‧₊˚

never scare Idia like that ever again. he wasn't even with you when you collapsed, and he STILL nearly had a heart attack

listen, he knows he's not a great role model when it comes to nutritional eating, but you have got to tell him these things. he would've had Ortho go get takeout! or something!

typical Crowley behavior, SMH. what does he think you are? a rabbit? even the school horses get treated better...

no way that Idia is going to even bother with that old fart, anyway. you want something? he'll get it for you. you don't even have to ask, he'll just send food to your place (and have Ortho check your vitals more often but shhh)

*ੈ✩‧₊˚

I would not want to be in the room when Malleus finds out about this

not even the building. you know what? I'd steer clear of the whole island, because it will not be pretty

when you collapse in front of him, it feels like he's dying, too. the panic sets in, and he sends Lilia to look after you, and Silver and Sebek to escort you to the infirmary, and then he casually threatens to smite Crowley. obviously

if the students and staff of NRC thought Malleus was scary just being Malleus, he's terrifying when he's mad

(rest assured that you will be getting ten times the amount of food from now on)

it's thunderstorms for days after, but he never leaves your side

[jinwoosbabyboo]

"Love and Deep Pockets"

Our LADS Men are financially stable we know this however.....what kind of provider are they? Walk with me....

Zayne

Type: Head of Household

I see Zayne as the traditional head of the household type of man. However he respects you and understands that if you want to work you're free to do so. Just know that all the money you make is yours alone.

MC: Let me pay for something! Zayne: Just let me take care of you

If you really insist on paying he will let you if that's what will make you happy/feel better. Otherwise he's covering all the bills, dates, trips, etc. the only thing that gets split 50/50 are household duties and even then you have to strong arm your way into the kitchen or into doing any of the cleaning.

Zayne is incredibly self sufficient; he's clean and orderly. He is used to keeping his house clean and his clothes washed, pressed, and folded. He's almost unreal with how perfect he is.

The only time you really spend your own money is when it's a surprise for him or when you're alone. He enjoys taking care of you because he absolutely adores you. You're a dream come true and he'll do anything to keep you happy.

Rafayel

Type: Head of Household, False Sense of Independence Provider

If you want to be spoiled he's perfectly fine with that. He's rich and you're his babygirl as long as he can see that smile and be around you he's a happy camper.

Now if you are hell bent on splitting 50/50 Rafayel will let you think you two are splitting bills and things 50/50 meanwhile all the money you send him for half of anything he's putting it into an account that's just collecting interest. He will let you pay for anything and everything you want but best believe he's reimbursing you behind your back.

He'd laugh when you figure it out and try to cuss him out.

MC: I gave you that money to help with the bills Rafayel: and it did help .... it helped me giggle while you thought I'd actually let you pay for anything.

Xavier

Type: Head of Household, No Argument

Xavier is also traditional in a way I mean he's a prince. He is definitely providing everything with no argument. The day you decided to move in with him your bill paying days were over. He let you have your independence when you lived alone, but now you're in his care.

MC: I could've paid for it Xavier: I know but now you don't have to

You can go shopping, buy groceries, buy lunch .... if you're by yourself. If he's with you expect him to already be sliding his card into your hand or directly into the card reader before you can even pull yours out. You have to damn near fist fight this man to pay for anything.

Sylus

Type: Sugar Daddy, Head of Household, Spoiled Brat

SYYLLUUUSSSS. I need him in ways that are unhealthy. This man is spoiling the absolute FUCK out of you. He gave you his black card like it was nothing and asking to spend his money is a 'trivial matter'

You had a bad day? Deposit. You had a good day? Deposit. He misses you? Deposit. Just because? Deposit.

Don't even think about trying to pay for something with your own money. He's the type to hide your cards and slip his into your wallet just so you have no choice, but to spend his money.

MC: I have my own money you know Sylus: Im more than aware kitten I just dont care

Whats his is yours and what's yours is yours. That’s his mentality all he wants to do is make sure you want for nothing and you have the most comfortable life with him.

Don't worry if you still want to work he wouldn't stop you, but those weekly or biweekly checks are just going to be collecting interest because it won't be touched.

[enviedear]

stay, little valentine, stay ｡𖦹° jason todd

🎧ྀི your roommate makes the fateful mistake of passing you, his roommate, off as his girlfriend to his boundary ignorant family. now the both of you are tasked with maintaining a faux romance for the entirety of a dinner at wayne manor—simple enough, right?

wc 4.2k | roommate!jason, lowercase intended, fem!reader, brief mention of booze, cursing, mutual pining, two idiots fake dating…truly what more can i say (a lot, so). please, enjoy my 'funny little valentines' day special ᯓᡣ𐭩

“there’s not enough room in the freezer for the ice trays. either move your booze or enjoy an ice free apartment,” your voice is tinged with annoyance as you stare down your long-term roommate.

he’s laid back on the shared couch, right cushion side, staring back at you with a impish grin on his face, “or, you could finally throw out that cake you bought for your ‘promotion’ party. since, the fuckin’ promotion never happened and it takes up half of my freezer.”

“our freezer.” you add. “and fuck you, i could still get that promotion any day now. i can always unfreeze it—good as new.”

jason seems to be beginning to tune you out as your eyes drift to a new letter on the fridge, stuck on with an ‘i hate gotham’ magnet. the print is fancy, cursive, bold black ink—YOU’RE INVITED—it reads.

“what are we invited to?” you ask, ice tray debacle not at all at the forefront of your mind now. not when you can tell your roommate’s got an invite from his estranged past guardian, none other than bruce wayne.

he hums a reply at first, still zeroed in to the rerun of some prison show. when he finally picks up on your question he sours, visibly, “some idiotic anniversary dinner for dick and kori. we’re not going, you weren’t even invited.”

you pout, “i want to go! why can’t we go?”

jason’s got a stern look on his face now, and you’ve always found it so unnerving how quickly he musters it up—usually so relaxed in your shared domain.

“we’re not going because i told a lie, and if we show up…everyone will know.” he groans, “just drop it, i need a little more time to ride this out.”

suddenly more intrigued, you prance over to him on the couch, flopping down beside him, “a lie?”

“don’t. just drop it.” he huffs at the obvious annoyance on your face, “it’s just stupid.”

“c’mon, we know all of each others ‘stupid’ shit. what was the lie, todd?” you’re being genuine, riddling your appeasement with a sweetly sardonic tone.

finally, after a good minute of staring at a very completive jason, he cracks, “i might have alluded to being in a relationship with you.”

your smile cracks before he even finishes his admission, oscillating between confusion and sheer giddiness—trying to halt the part of your brain that wants to imagine a life where a relationship isn’t such a laughable idea.

you curl your lips to stifle your last giggles before looking back up at him, “why?”

jason shifts in his seat, clearly uncomfortable with the question. his eyes dart away from yours, finding sudden interest in the television screen, "bruce kept...asking about my life here. if i was settling in, if i was happy." he runs a hand through his dark hair, "and then, all the others got involved, asking to set me up with people. i needed them to stop asking. and you-" he pauses, scratching the back of his neck, "you were the most believable option.”

you stare at him, unblinking, trying to process his words. "most believable option…” you repeat slowly, testing how the phrase feels on your tongue. a warmth spreads across your chest-whether from flattery or something else entirely, you're not quite sure. "so, what? think i can’t pretend to be your girlfriend for a dinner?" the idea sends an unwelcome flutter through your chest. you curse yourself.

jason's expression shifts, a mix of surprise and something else you can't quite read. "you'd do that?" he asks, his voice carrying an unusual note of vulnerability.

"of course," you reply, trying to keep your tone light and casual. "what are roommates for? plus, free fancy dinner at wayne manor? count me in." you're aiming for nonchalance, but your heart is racing at the prospect.

jason's jaw clenches, a tell-tale sign of him thinking too hard, "it's not that simple. they'll know it's fake. bruce especially—dick and tim too—they’re too observant for their own good.”

"oh please," you wave off his concern, settling deeper into the couch cushions, "we've lived together for what, two years now? we already act like an old married couple anyway. i know your coffee order, you know my work schedule. we share groceries, we fight about ice trays—“ you gesture broadly to the kitchen, "it's practically method acting at this point."

he looks at you then, really looks at you, with an expression you can't quite read. "you'd really do that? pretend to be with me in front of my entire family?"

"of course i would," you say softly, nudging his shoulder with yours. "what are friends for if not to fake date each other to avoid awkward family dinners?" you try to keep your tone light, ignoring the way your stomach flips when he smiles at you that rare, genuine smile that makes his eyes crinkle at the corners.

"fine." he finally concedes, shrugging his shoulders, "but we need to get our story straight. no holes, no gaps—i figured we'd keep it close to the truth. roommates who gradually realized there was something more." he pauses, then adds, "the best lies are built on truth or some shit, right?”

you nod, and start crafting the imagined romance with jason. over the next hour, you both piece together your relationship timeline—how you first bonded over late night takeout after his patrols, the way you'd patch him up after particularly rough nights, and how somewhere between shared grocery runs and movie marathons, faux you fell for him. or him for you—the both of you can't agree on that just yet.

you try not to focus on how easy it is to imagine, how some of these made-up memories feel more like documentation rather than fabrication.

"okay, and when did we actually get together?" you ask, pulling your knees up to your chest, trying to ignore how invested you're becoming in this alternate reality.

"three months ago." jason answers quickly, too quickly, like he's already thought about this. "after that night I came home really beaten up, remember? you were so pissed at me for being reckless."

you remember that night vividly—how he ever thinks you could forget, you’re unsure.

him stumbling through the window at three in the morning, blood seeping through his stupid jacket. how your hands shook as you stitched him up, how quiet he was, how close his blanched face was to yours. you’d attributed the racing of your heart to fear, but now…not so much.

"yeah," you say softly. "that works."

the rest of the week flies by in a blur of preparation and anxiety, until suddenly it's the night of the dinner, and you're standing in front of your mirror, wondering if you've made a terrible mistake.

you're wearing a deep red-toned dress that hits just above your knee—something you'd bought on a whim (a fifty percent off sale) months ago and never found the right occasion for. jason had given it an approving nod when you'd shown him, which somehow makes you feel more nervous than reassured as you stare yourself down.

"ready?" jason's voice comes from behind you, and you turn to find him adjusting his tie in the hallway mirror. he looks…different. good different. the suit fits him perfectly, and you wonder briefly if alfred had something to do with that. the older man has a penchant for doting over your overgrown battling ram of a roommate.

"as i'll ever be." you manage, trying to keep your voice steady. "but, um, how convincing do you think we need to be?"

jason's eyes meet yours in the mirror, "enough to fool the world's greatest detective," he sighs, "and his army of protégés." he turns to face you properly, and something in his expression softens, but he looks away too quickly for you to discern, "you look really pretty."

"thanks." you mumble, fiddling with your clutch. "so do you. very…boyfriend."

he laughs, but it sounds slightly strained. "that's the idea, isn't it?" he offers his arm to you, "shall we?"

the drive to wayne manor is muted. jason's knuckles are white on the shifter, and you find yourself reaching over to place your hand over his without thinking. he startles slightly, but he doesn't pull away—even keeps contact as he switches gears.

"hey." you start softly, "we've got this. we know each other better than anyone, we live together. besides, what's the worst that could happen?"

jason sighs, his hand tightening slightly under yours. "you clearly don’t know how bruce and tim get at these things. anniversary or not, they'll smell blood in the water if we slip up."

"relax," you assure him, glancing out at the looming trees lining the driveway. "i doubt they’ll care about your relationship timeline when they’re busy fawning over how happy dick and kori are."

jason shoots you a look that clearly says 'don't tempt fate', but his grip on the wheel loosens slightly. "just…follow my lead. and if it gets too weird, we can always fake a medical emergency."

"that...is always an option." you grin, trying to ignore the way your stomach flips when he smiles back.

the manor looms up ahead, and as jason pulls up to the gate, you feel his hand squeeze yours briefly, almost indecipherable.

"last chance to back out." he murmurs.

you intertwine your fingers with his, ignoring the voice in your head that whispers how right it feels. "not a chance, todd. you're stuck with me."

the gates open, and as you drive up the winding driveway, you're unable to shake the feeling that you're about to cross a line you can't come back from. but with jason's hand so warm and relaxed in yours, you're not sure you want to.

jason parks the car in front of the house at the partition, "in case we need a quick exit." he shrugs.

"i think you're too worried, jason. i doubt they'll even question it. you said they wanted you dating anyway, i bet they'll just be happy." your voice is quiet, hand hovering in front of the doorbell.

he sighs, "you don't know these people, they question everything."

before you can reply or try to alleviate his doubts, the double doors fly open. you grab jason's hand in your own and pull him closer, just as alfred sets eyes on the pair of you.

alfred's eyes visibly brighten at the sight of both of you, his normally reserved expression softening into something fonder, "master jason," he greets, a ghost of a smile on his lips, "and miss, how lovely for you to be joining tonight. everyone is very excited to meet you, i fear my few stories were not enough to quell them."

you smile, a real genuine one too, "it's nice to see you again alfred! i hope we're not too late—jason decided to change his tie last minute."

alfred hums and beckons you both inside, "fashionable tardiness, miss. i assure you."

jason, hand now sweaty in yours, chuckles, "he's being nice since you're with me. he's usually irate by my lateness."

you shoot jason a pointed look as alfred continues. "master richard and miss kori have been eagerly awaiting your arrival. their anniversary dinner is a rare occasion they’ve pulled out all the stops for, you see."

jason grumbles something under his breath that sounds suspiciously like, overachievers.

the sound of multiple voices echos through from a room, and you feel jason's grip tighten slightly. you've heard stories about his family for years now—mostly complaints, occasionally fond remembrances, and everything in between during late night conversations over takeout.

"master bruce insisted on formal dining tonight." alfred mentions, though his tone suggests mild disapproval. you've learned over your visits that alfred much prefers when the family dines in the kitchen.

jason scoffs quietly, "because god forbid we eat somewhere comfortable." you squeeze his hand again, a silent reminder of your emergency exit strategy. two years of living together has given you an extensive library of non-verbal communications.

the dining room, when you enter, is exactly as alfred has described it countless times—grandiose in a way that speaks to old money and older traditions. the table stretches long and elegant, set with what you recognize as the ‘good china’ alfred often mentions.

your muscles tense slightly as you finally notice all of the eyes on you—staring and studying—you have to think before you step.

bruce wayne rises first, and despite all of jason's stories, despite seeing him on tv and in newspapers, you're struck by his presence. "jason." he greets, then turns his attention to you. "we've all heard quite a bit about you from alfred, though significantly less from my son."

you feel jason's posture stiffen, but you're prepared for this. "oh, you know how jason is with sharing things." you say easily, the words flowing naturally after years of defending his privacy to nosy neighbors and concerned coworkers. "though, alfred's probably told you all my embarrassing stories by now."

dick grayson—exactly as handsome as the magazines suggest—breaks into a wide grin. "actually, alfred's been surprisingly tight lipped. just kept saying we should ask jason ourselves." his eyes sparkle with mischief. "which, of course, got us nowhere."

"some things don't need to be broadcast to the whole family." jason grumbles, but his thumb is mindlessly drawing small circles on your hand, a gesture you've learned means he's more comfortable than he's letting on. 

"oh, but this is so wonderful!" a melodic, cheerful voice chimes in, and you glance up to see koriand’r—kori to most—seated beside dick, her vibrant curly red hair catching the light as she smiles radiantly. "you must forgive us for prying, but jason does not often share such…delightful surprises."

"by 'us,' she means her." dick cuts in with a smirk, earning a playful nudge from kori.

"yes, and what of it?" she replies lightly, turning her attention fully to you. "you see, jason is like a tamaranian grisnek—so fierce and protective on the outside, but underneath, he is all kindness and loyalty. how could we not be curious about the person who has captured his heart?"

"great. glad we're all analyzing my personal life at the dinner table." jason mutters, though his hand stays on yours, his grip steady.

"do not be fooled," kori says in a whisper that is anything but subtle, her green eyes sparkling with mischief. "jason pretends to be irritated, but inside, i know he is glowing with happiness."

your lips twitch into a smile despite yourself, and jason sighs heavily, his shoulders sagging with mock defeat. "i think i'm gonna need another drink."

kori leans back, laughing softly, the sound warm and lilting, as she looks between you and jason once more. "you are lovely." she adds sincerely, her tone softening. "and jason could not have chosen better."

tim drake, who you've only seen in passing when he's stopped by your apartment to drop off miscellaneous ‘private’ documents, raises an eyebrow. "yes, it's all very sweet." he hums it almost, tone carefully neutral but eyes sharp, studying you.

"sweet indeed." you agree, letting some of your genuine fondness for jason color your voice. it's not hard to fake being in love with someone when you've spent two years memorizing their coffee order, patching up their wounds, and falling asleep on their shoulder during movie marathons. the hard part, you're starting to realize, might be pretending it's all pretend.

bruce barely looks up from his plate as he speaks again, cutting through your blissful thoughts of jason, “a shame i wasn’t aware you two were involved.”

jason tenses beside you, the muscle in his jaw ticking. “yeah, well. guess you don’t know everything, old man.”

bruce sets his fork down with deliberate slowness. his gaze flicks between the two of you, assessing, “i never said i did.” his voice is even, unreadable. “but you don’t bring people around often. that’s worth noting.”

jason scoffs, like he couldn’t care less, but there’s a flicker of something in his eyes—annoyance, unease, probably both.

jason’s hand finds yours under the table. it’s definitely not a calculated move, not a necessary nor obvious display for the act you’re putting on. it’s just—there. warm and solid, his fingers curling around yours like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

you don’t let go.

dinner progresses with a strange mix of tension and ease. You find yourself falling into natural conversation with dick about your work, while jason maintains a careful distance from bruce's attempts at engagement. still, his hand hasn't left yours, and you're starting to wonder if he's forgotten it's all for show.

"so—how did you two finally get together?" dick asks, leaning forward with genuine interest.

you exchange a quick glance with jason, settling into the story you've rehearsed. "it wasn't really some big dramatic moment," you say, the lie feeling uncomfortably close to the truth. "we just...realized we work."

jason picks up the thread smoothly, his thumb still tracing patterns on your hand. "she was patching me up after a rough night, mad at me for being so bruised," he says, and you can hear the genuine emotion in his voice. "and i just...i dont know—knew, i guess."

tim's watching you both with analytical eyes, and you wonder if he can see through the charade. "that tracks." he says finally. "you two have always been...close."

"speaking of close," dick interjects with a grin, "i think it's hilarious jason used to insist you were 'just roommates', and yet never went on any of the dates i set him up on. i should have known, really." there's a pout on his face, humourous.

you laugh, perhaps a bit too nervously, "well, we were. for a while." the irony of the statement isn't lost on you. you can see jason watching you from your peripheral, face stoic—but his eyes are soft. the way they watch over you, simply affectionate.

bruce, who's been quietly observing, finally speaks. "i'm glad jason has someone looking out for him," he says, and there's something in his tone that makes your heart ache. "he's always been...independent."

jason's grip on your hand tightens almost imperceptibly. "yeah, well, some things change." he mutters, but there's less bite in his words than usual.

the conversation shifts to safer topics—work, current events, alfred's latest culinary experiments. you find yourself relaxing despite the pretense, falling into familiar patterns of banter with jason, finishing his sentences, and sharing knowing looks.

it's during dessert that damian, who's been suspiciously quiet, finally speaks up. "you're good for him," he declares with all the authority of a youngest sibling. "he's less annoying when you're around."

jason chokes on his tiramisu, and you pat his back automatically, the gesture so natural you don't even think about it. "thanks, damian!" you say, fighting back a smile. "i think."

as the evening winds down and dinner ends, you find yourself in the manor's vast library, having wandered away from the group for a moment of quiet. besides, you feel somewhat redundant against their coded phrases and stories. jason finds you, as he always does.

"hey." he speaks softly, coming to stand beside you. "you doing okay?"

you turn to face him, suddenly very aware of how close he is. "yeah, i'm good. your family's...intense, but nice. just like you said."

he laughs quietly, but there's something different in his eyes. "you're amazing, you know that? playing along with all this. you didn't have to."

"i wanted to." you admit, and it feels dangerous how true those words are. "besides, what are fake girlfriends for?"

jason's looking at you with an expression you can't quite read, and for a moment, you think he might say something more. but then dick's voice calls from somewhere far off in the house and the moment gaps.

"we should head back." jason says, but he doesn't move. "before they send a search party."

you nod, trying to ignore the way your heart is racing. "yeah, we should."

but neither of you moves, caught in this strange liminal space where pretend and reality blur, and you're no longer sure which is which. even less sure if you hunger for dreams or waking existence—which is which? for a split second, you want to reach out. you desperately want to feel him—to possibly transfer the devotion you’re still too afraid to admit you harbor.

jason’s breath is staggered, coming out forced and shallow. his eyes, darker in the dim light, are flitting between you and the door—until he focuses in on you, fully. you’re too confused as to why he’s getting closer to you to react accordingly when his lips brush yours.

your first instinct is to furrow your brows, still confused. then, you kiss back. hungrily. confusion still fogs your mind, but nowhere near the way jason does. his lips are chapped, plump, and still tasting faintly of expensive dark liquor. his body cages you close him, hands respectfully at your shoulders. of course the only thing you can recognize is jason.

you err on the side respectfulness—opting to tug him closer by the tie. there’s a flash of the memory of him putting it on, and you can’t fight a small smirk from slipping onto your lips. jason must notice, because he finally breaks away to peer down at you.

“what?” he whispers, panting and staring down at your lips.

“what do you mean, what? we kissed.” you still feel giddy from his kiss, but reality begins to settle into you like a winter chill.

jason watches you closely, his expression a mix of smugness and unease, “hmmm—playing it dangerous.” he finally murmurs, shaking his head.

you arch a brow, feigning derision. “you say that to all the girls, todd?”

he exhales a laugh, raking a hand through his hair. “yeah,” he huffs. “that grand number of...you.”

before you can say anything, footsteps echo just outside the library's door. jason instinctively steps back, widening the space between you just as dick pokes his head in. “there you two are! we were about to send out a search party.”

you smile, pushing down the lingering tension. “sorry. just taking a little tour.”

dick’s gaze flickers between you and jason, a knowing smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “right. well, come on. we're playing charades—and bruce is actually smiling. you don’t want to miss that.”

jason groans, but he follows you and dick back back toward the others. his hand brushes against yours in the hallway, and for a second, you think he’s going to take it again. but he doesn’t. 

charades is winding down by the time you return, alfred putting away various dry erase boards and markers with the kind of efficiency only a butler can possesses.

kori beams when she sees you, reaching out to squeeze your hand. “lovebrids! you have returned!" she gestures to herself and grayson, "thank you for coming—we would like to extend our support to your relationship.”

jason lets out a little breath, like he wasn’t expecting that—like he isn’t sure what to do with the sincerity. “thanks, kori.”

bruce, too, seems slightly less intimidating now. “thank you for coming—you’re welcome here anytime, both of you.” he tells you, and it sounds like a rare offering.

something about it all settles in your chest, warm and unexpected. you’ve spent so much time being jason’s person in private—patching him up, watching his back, making sure he gets home in one piece—that it’s almost startling to have it acknowledged in front of everyone else.

goodnights and goodbyes come soon after, and tim catches jason by the elbow before the pair of you can walk out the door, pulling him aside for a hushed conversation. you linger near the doorway, talking with kori and dick, but you can’t help the way your attention keeps flickering back to jason.

when he finally returns to your side, his expression is unreadable. “ready to go?”

you nod, murmuring your goodbyes as you both step back into the night air. jason doesn’t say anything as he leads you back to the car, but his hands flex at his sides.

the drive back is quieter than before, the easy banter from earlier replaced with something heavier, something neither of you seems willing to touch just yet. jason’s grip is tight on the wheel, his jaw set, eyes fixed on the road.

it isn’t until you’re pulling into the familiar streets near your apartment that he finally speaks. “they bought it.”

you huff a quiet laugh. “yeah? i told you so.”

jason’s eyes flick to you for a fraction of a second before he exhales. “thank you, seriously. you were great.”

you glance at him, something warm curling in your chest. “we just make a good team.”

something glints in his expression, something hesitant, something aching. “yeah,” he agrees, voice quieter. “we do.”

the silence stretches between you as he parks the car. you unbuckle your seatbelt, but neither of you make a move to get out. stuck stagnant.

“so, this is was fake...” you murmur, more to yourself than to him.

jason’s fingers drum against the steering wheel, knuckles red. “yeah.”

you should leave it at that. you should forget the kiss. you should revert back to just his roommate. you should laugh it off, make some joke about how convincing you both were��but you don't—instead you say, “does it still feel fake to you? us...tonight?”

jason’s breath catches. for a long moment, he doesn’t answer. you almost let doubt seep in.

then, he turns, his eyes dark and searching. “god, no.”

your heart stutters in your chest, and you swallow hard, pulse roaring in your ears. “good. me neither.”

for a second, he just looks at you, like he’s waiting for you to take it back, to laugh it off. but you don’t, you won't. and when he leans in—slow, hesitant, like he’s giving you every chance to pull away—you don’t.

you decide to meet him halfway, instead.

writer’s note .☘︎ ݁˖ all of my thanks to the helpful, @sunnie-angel for being my beta reader for this fic! thank you again for your services—and your sweet comments on this little story, very very happy to have a moot like you !!!

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[mommypieck]

⌗︙・brothel owner geto ⸜⸜・

brothel owner geto says he doesn't have a favorite worker... until it comes from you. his whole face lights uo when you come running to sit on his lap. he opens his arms so you can jump into them, showing geto how much money you made. as much as he wants to listen to you rant about different costumers, he's more interested in that bra you are wearing. his hands cup your breasts and he squeezes them together, few bills falling from your bra.

"is that a new set?" he asks with his hands still groping your tits. you don't mind, you love when mr. geto touches you.

"mhm," you nod your head, throwing your arms around his neck, "i picked it because it's your favorite color." suguru almost melts when you say that.

he takes your hand, leading down back to the apartments where you take care of the clients. when the door closes, he has his mouth on yours. he kisses you hungrily, opening the bra to let your boobs free. he puts pressure on your shoulders, telling you to kneel in front of him. you smirk, knowing exactly what he wants to do. you pull his pants down, his cock hitting you in the face. it's your favorite cock.

"how much do they pay you for blowjob, 30$?" he asks you and you not. he sends you a sweet smile, "i have to raise your prices."

he thrusts his cock in your mouth, making you choke a bit. after all, he's the biggest cock you take at this job. you lick at his base, loving how heavy he feels in your mouth. geto sets his own pace, thrusting in and out of your mouth just like he likes it.

all those dirty man always wait for you to do something but geto is confident and he knows what he wants. that's what you love about him.

your hand cups his balls, stroking it while he uses your mouth like a toy. you close your eyes, something about him just using you is so calming to you.

geto thought about it a lot and maybe it's town to do what he wanted to do for a long time.

"open your mouth." he tells you, tapping his cock on your tongue before he shoots his cum deep inside, some of it landing on your face.

that's it, he decided what he wants to do with you.

"baby, do you want to only work for me?" his question confuses you a little, you're working for him right now.

"but i am working for you." he chuckles at your response.

"i mean only for me. i would be the only one fucking you."

you furrow your eyebrows. does he mean that he wants you to be his personal escort?

"but im gonna miss the sex." you whine. he smiles at you, "don't worry, baby. we're gonna have a lot of sex. maybe i'll even get you pregnant. you're gonna understand once you're with me."

[bunnibombz]

Alpha! Simon who's scent is strong, like dark cherries and cinnamon, and makes your blood feel thick like syrup. Your own purring a distant hazy sound as you were desperately trying to spread that scent everywhere you could. You knew you would get into the shower later and it would all be gone but for now you would relish every bit of it.

Alpha! Simon who tries to be easy. Wants so badly for his fingers not to grip bruises into your hips as he pulls you back on his thick cock, your squeals and moans sending him closer to the edge as he splits you open, but he just can't help it. Can't help how your feet kicking out and the soft whine of his name leaving your lips sends him into a primal frenzy.

Alpha! Simon who flips you over onto your back with quick movement of his hands, his pretty brown eyes scanning your naked form as if committing it to memory, your plush lips parting on gasping breathes as your third orgasm left you reeling.

"So pretty" he murmured, his thumb moving to graze your bottom lip, a spine tingling groan blooming from his throat when you set your teeth against his flesh lightly. The want in his eyes could burn you alive, his free hand gripping the pillow behind your head. "The things I would do if you were mine".

"What kind of things?" You prompted, barely fighting back the haze of your heat, your cunt clenching around his cock still throbbing and buried deep inside of you.

"Put a pretty mark on your neck, to show everyone just how much I love you" he said, his voice low and rolling through your sensitive body like a wave, his hand at your lips moving down to grasp your throat, turning your head to press a hot and heavy kiss to the junction of your shoulder where the bond mark would go, "and put a pretty pup in your belly to show everyone just how much you're mine, mine only".

The thrust of his hips stole the air from your lungs, his cock twitching against your cervix as you gasped. Your hands coming up to grasp his biceps as he bent your knees up and over his shoulders, pinning you in a rough mating press.

"Want- want you- ahhh" you stammered, barely able to gather words as pleasure shot up your spine over and over.

"You want what, bunny?" He asked, his voice a rough growl as his arms tensed, hips moving a little harsher, "use your words".

"Y-your knot" you begged with a desperate sob, trying in vain to pull him down closer to bury your face into his neck, "I-I need". Words were useless at this point, the hormones from your heat making your brain feel cloudy and the burning pleasure between your legs not helping to clear the fog. With your scents burning together, it was almost intoxicating.

"Gonna cum for you, lovie" Simon groaned, his knot beginning to swell at the base of his cock, "be my good girl and take it all for me".

Spots were popping behind you eyes screwed shut, your toes curling as your cunt tightened around him, slick squirting put against your thighs and his abdomen as he pressed in, knot locking in place as he filled you with a growling moan, his teeth clenched tightly as if fighting not to sink his teeth in and take for his own. Both of you were out of breath and shaking when you collapsed back on the bed, his warm arms wrapping around your body and tugging you on top of him to ease the stretch of his knot.

"Easy now, just rest, we'll be here for a bit" Simon murmured, his calloused hand rubbing against your back, letting you adjust for comfort until you settled, your breathing slowing as you lay against him.

Alpha! Simon who keeps you securely in his arms as he drifts off with you, your hormones calming and your soft purring sending him into a deep sleep.

Price who can't help but smirk in amusement as Simon growled like a demon in his sleep when he opened the door to check on you. If there had been any doubt that Simon would take care of you, it was gone now.

[forchosangwoo]

— relationship w cho sangwoo ☆ sfw + nsfw headcannons

warnings : mdni, nsfw notes : first time writing headcannons on this account! hope yall like it and that no one thinks its really bad TT feel free to leave feedback <3 this is written with a female reader in mind but all genders are welcome!!

SFW . . . !

he'd love to take you to expensive or nice restaurants on his day offs.

he'd give you lots of gifts rather than words of affection since he has trouble expressing his feelings to anyone.

he'd would cuddle you after he finishes his work. he'd kiss your forehead and run his hands through his hair as you drift to sleep.

if you were cooking something for dinner, he'd come and help you.

he'd love to hold your hand or waist in public, making sure everyone knows you're his.

when someone else starts flirting with you, he'd get super jealous. he'd give them a glare and pull you closer to himself.

if he's away from home, he'd send you "good morning" and "good night" texts to you everyday.

he'd be the bigger spoon when cuddling in bed.

he'd have a picture of you in his wallet and on his phone wallpaper. he'd smile every time he sees it.

he trusts you a lot and would slowly start opening up to you about his problems but would still be careful to not burden you.

he would love to listen to your yapping.

he'd always let you pick a movie to watch together and he'd end up watching you instead of the movie.

he'd ask you questions about your interests just so he could hear you talk more. he finds it cute.

when you compliment him, he smile to himself and defend himself humbly. however, eventually he would give in and start teasing you back.

he'd love to shower with you together and help wash your hair.

NSFW . . . !

he'd give you LOTS of praise but mostly "good girl".

he definitely prefers being dom but would try out being sub if you wanted him to since he loves you.

he'd start soft and gentle but then start becoming rougher and rougher until you begin to cry out.

he'd love hearing you being vocal and reacting to his touch.

he'd make sure not to overstimulate you and be careful to not cause you any pain.

he'd collapse on top of you as he cums onto your stomach and kisses your neck.

he'd prefer to receive oral since he loves playing with your hair as you pleasure him, although of course he also loves to eat you out and pleasure you too.

he'd give the BEST after care. every time he'd make sure to clean you and everything up and shower you with love. he'd whisper sweet and affectionate words to you before falling asleep while holding each other close.

Thank you so much for reading! More coming soon . . ?