#I HATE THIS MODE WITH A PASSION

[technicianuprisingau]

Guide to Technician Ability Modes - Parasol Mode

“Using this thing is a workout… I’ll get used to this, but Robobot, what the heck were you thinking when you designed this?”

"Become the wind and take a gander in the sky! Use Parasault to fly high above the ground, picking up flight speed the longer you stay in the air. Your body weight moves this glider around as the copters can damage anyone above you. Feeling the breeze feels nicer with this mode too, so enjoy things to the fullest!"

Weapon Information:

The Virtual Copter Glider is a contraption consisting of several sticks connected to each other. The top of it is a copter that can spin for an extremely long time. This contraption has some weight to it. Due to Kirby being much lighter than Robobot Armor, this mode allows for infinite flight. The copter is activated by pulling the sides of the glider handle once, and deactivated by pushing them back to default setting. Pulling the sides twice will cause the copter parts to be dispatched to attack foes.

Skill List:

Parasault - Pulls the sides of the glider handle, activating the parasol-like blades to spin quickly, allowing flight. Unlike Robobot Armor’s Parasol Mode variant, this skill takes its time to build up speed and deals less damage upwards, but has higher flight range and can fly indefinitely. Paraslam - Turns the glider upside down, before canceling Parasault midair by pushing the sides of the glider handle back to normal, causing a quick fall that creates wind beneath it. The descent is faster but deals less damage, and the weapon stays intact no matter what. Copter Kamikaze - Pulls the sides of the glider even further, which charges and releases the copter parts for a swarm attack. This attacks all opponents on both air and ground randomly. Using this will discard the mode.

Note: -Ability Modes that Kirby has may differ from Robobot Armor in terms of skillsets and weaponry, as both are considered separate

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[caffeinatedopossum]

Oh my god making eye contact with specifically allistic people makes me so uncomfortable. Like they're so emotive and they're eyes seem so wide I feel like they're on crack and it scares me. I don't get that at all with other autistic people.

[pastelaeqy]

wip

[tomboyyyaoi]

trigun twitter blows like actually fucking sucks ass like actually eats shit like good god what a cesspit. what a fucking travesty how those people live and consume media, twitter fandoms continue losing, seethe, rot, fester, youre all doomed

[butch-of-the-blades]

{ID: a digital sketch of hunter from the owl house. hunter is a pale young man with blond hair and pointy ears. his eyes and mouth are closed. in his right hand, he’s holding a tomato with a bite taken out of it./end ID}

he eats tomatoes like apples btw

[skrunksthatwunk]

a brief list of traits of mine that apparently ppl who know me very well do not have the privilege of seeing:

the conversational burger tulpa

just showing up or leaving or starting conversations without any greeting

not knowing i was supposed to reciprocate small talk/general questions until i was NINETEEN and even now barely remember to. ("how are you?" "good!" "........." "................." (<- i have hit many doctors, dentists, etc with this one))

slow blinking + extremely slight nod as hello to complete strangers who may not even be looking my way (not sure i was ever convinced they could tell, but it was a necessary ritual at that point. it's for ME)

can't look at people a lot of the time? not just eye contact like anything but shoes backs and shoulders

just ending a conversation (even one i am enjoying) and leaving without saying bye + speeding to class as fast as possible bc It Is Time For Class and when it is time for class I Walk To Class It Is Time To Walk To Class (such that this + similar thoughts about setting up my pens and notebooks as fast as possible (Class Mode) genuinely impede my social life)

wishing i was blind/deaf when i was a kid for no apparent reason other than that it seemed vaguely easier somehow (note: i didn't actually think it was somehow easier, i was overstimulated and could barely recognize the full body discomfort i was experiencing as such. same reason i found school easier when i broke my glasses, because the level of visual input was lower)

getting told my voice is deadpan and feeling BETRAYED bc i'd been putting a lot of effort into my line delivery my whole life (combines with excessive hyperbole -> very weird misunderstandings + social blunders i do not fully understand to this day)

similar note: mind SHATTERED by finding out what my side profile looked like at 13 or so. physically incapable of not staring at myself in every reflective surface i encounter (as if something will dramatically change without my noticing)

only feeling truly understood and kept-up with as a child on the day one of my friends happened to forget their adhd meds. this happened Multiple times with different people

[neon-danger]

Alex is an NPC right now because he and Jack don't live together because if they did, they'd never get anything done as they are obsessed with each other. Even now, as they howl together and sniff each other lmao.

I can’t with the werewolves pack it makes so uncomfy even the quote unquote scary werewolves just look like fursonas

[mossy-rock-in-a-field]

Several weeks ago, my retirement-age mother requested that I play Baldur’s Gate 3 for her because she has trouble with controllers/keyboards and wanted “to see what all the fuss is about with that cute wizard boy.” For context, my mother and I have done this sort of thing in the past with certain RPGs (dragon age, mass effect, etc.), but it’s been a few years since she’s personally requested a game like this. Basically, I control her Tav but let her make all the choices so she can determine how the story plays out without worrying about mechanics. She treats it like a choose-your-own-adventure book.

Anyway, here is a list of some of the things my mother has said and/or chosen to do throughout the course of BG3 in no particular order:

She is (obviously) romancing Gale. She is quite smitten with him and his passion for books and learning; she also thinks he’s polite and qualifies as “relationship material.” She also REALLY likes the things he’s said about his cat so far (my mom is a cat lady), so I know she’s gonna flip shit when we meet Tara in Act III.

She’s playing a normal druid Tav with a generally good alignment. Her favorite spell is Spike Growth because she thinks it’s hilarious whenever enemies walk into the AOE and die. I usually end up having to cast it at least once per battle per her request. Sometimes twice.

Contrary to her alignment, my mother tasks me with robbing every single chest, crate, barrel, and burlap sack we come across; this also includes people and their pockets. The party is always at max carrying capacity. ALWAYS. She doesn’t like selling things because “what if I need them.” The camp stash is in literal shambles. There is no hope of organizing it. She’s got like fifty seven sets of rags and a billion pieces of random silverware.

She MUST talk to every animal and corpse in the game. I think five hours of her total playtime so far (47ish) has been spent speaking to animals as many times as humanly possible. Like, I was thorough in my own playthroughs, but this is on a whole other level.

She did NOT get Volo’s lobotomy, but she did let Auntie Ethel take her eye in hopes of a cure for the tadpole. I did not understand the logic then. I still do not understand it now.

She is far more interested in fashion than equipment stats. Do you have any idea how much gold I’ve had to spend on dyes just to make things match? SO much. Same vibe as that “please someone help me balance my finances my family is starving” tweet but instead of candles it’s thirty thousand fucking bottles of black and furnace red dye.

We broke the prisoners out of Moonrise, but they got on the boat too early and bugged the fight by leaving Astarion and Karlach behind. Wulbren Bongle somehow got stuck in combat mode even after engaging the cutscene on the docks below Last Light; he he kept trying to run ALL THE WAY BACK TO MOONRISE nine fucking meters at a time while I frantically tried to finish the fight with the Warden, otherwise Wulbren would have run straight into the shadow curse. (I would’ve let him go; fuck Wulbren Bongle, all my homies hate Wulbren Bongle. But my mom didn’t know that, and she wanted to keep him safe. So.)

She had me reload a save like eighteen times to save the giant eagles on top of Rosymorn Monastery. Wouldn’t even let me do non-lethal damage just to get past things. I think getting that warhammer for the dawnmaster puzzle took us like an hour and a half alone. (Yes, I know you can use any warhammer, but SHE didn’t.)

She’s started keeping an irl notebook to keep track of her quests between play sessions. She writes down ideas and strategies when she thinks of them during the week, then brings them to her next game session at my house. I think she wrote about three pages on possible approaches to the goblin fortress alone.

She insists that I pet Scratch and the owlbear cub before every single long rest, no exceptions. Sometimes I have to do it multiple times until she is absolutely sure that the animals know exactly how much she loves and cherishes them. She has also commissioned a crocheted owlbear plush from a friend of hers and is very excited.

I’m sure there’s a bunch of stuff I’m forgetting, but those are some fun things I thought of. She’s enjoying the game and is telling all of her retired friends to get it and play it for themselves. She asked me “what is Discord” yesterday and I think my life flashed before my eyes.

anyway shout out to my mom for being neat

Part 2 — Part 3 — Part 4 — Part 5

[soliddaddy96]

ratatouille through the lense of poverty will always make me cry and weep and throw up. btw 

[seventh-district]

i am trying my hardest to finish the final edits on this next chapter of Everything Stays so i can finally post the thing but i may have to level with myself and accept the fact that i won’t really be able to get any work done until i get these test results back 🙃

[merlucide]

PREGNANCY HC’S W/ BLLK BOYS PT2

notes: RAAAAAAH (og ask)

characters: Lorenzo, Otoya, Shidou

warnings: cursing, fem reader, cringe ig

bllk mlist PT1 PT2

LORENZO DON

awwwww

He’d be so attentive and helpful ☹️💗

Always making sure you’re okay and comfortable

When you tell him that your prego he doesn’t believe you at first

He’s like ‘Ha good one’

But then you’re like ‘I’m fr’

he gets all quiet and kinda like😧 

‘Mio amore.. a baby..?!’

HE IS SO HAPPY!!!!! :3 like is so shocked bc he didn’t think he’d REALLY have a family of his own <33

Hugs you so tightly and kisses your temple and then your lips <33

Also calls Snuffy afterwards lmao

Wants your pregnancy to be as easy for you as possible

You’ll kinda turn into a couch potato LMAO

He’ll bring you bunch of snacks for you to munch on— makes sure you get enough protein do you and the baby stay healthy

You can only glare at him when he goes for 2nd and 3rd rounds of ice cream and your munching on celery 😐

“Think of the baby☺️”

“The baby wants deep fried Oreos. Now.”

Rests his head on your belly bump and talks to the baby 

He’ll put his chin on your bump and look up at you— 🥹💗

He can’t wait to meet the baby <33

Tells you all the time how much he loves you and how excited he is

OTOYA EITA

FYI I hate on Otoya in between hcs so… I’m sorry I literally can’t write for him if I don’t hate a little

ah yes, this loser do better

pls like he’s actually useless 

ugh

Anywho- you tell him “I’m pregnant!” and this mf literally is the embodiment this

like his fucking face and everything

and it turns into

“SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT”

“ pregnant?!? With a baby?!” 

Yeah

He’s very excited to be a daddy! just so stupid.

He tells all of his friends and posts about it on on every social he has.

Literally spams Karasu’s phone 😭

Karasu had lost the bet that Otoya’s swimmers wouldn’t be strong enough….

Wants to be very involved with getting ready for the baby—

When yall go clothes shopping for the baby he just finds the absolutely dumbest onesies/ shirts😭

like Otoya, are you trying to dress our baby or fucking clown

HE ALSO ORDERS CUSTOM ONSIES 😭 they say sum like “Daddy’s little ninja” or “My dad’s my favorite soccer player” 😭?? the first ones cute tho

When you are like have back pain he’ll massage your back and run you a nice bubble bath :)

Oh and the pregnancy hormones.

Him and Kaiser tie for worst comforters during your pregnancy 😭

Unlike Kaiser- he doesn’t shut up and try to deescalate the situation 😐

Instead he just kinda stands there like

he eventually asks what’s wrong and just hugs you bc he has no idea what to do rn 😭

He cares though 😭 just actually so stupid

He panics a lot during like your whole pregnancy lmao

Scared the baby’s just gonna P O P out ig

Though he does tell you how much he appreciates you and the gift you’re giving him :)

He is a loser but he does love you and your future little one <3

Okay last thing but after the baby is born and the crazy mama bear mode kicks in, he is TERRIFIED of you. 😭

Bro wanted to hold the baby again and you clutched the baby and gave him the nastiest, scariest glare and bro almost pissed his pants

Sorry this is kinda short 🫠 I hate Otoya with a PASSION (don’t know if you’ve noticed) so my I struggle to come up with stuff for him 💔

SHIDOU RYUSEI

ah yes, this loser 2.0 at least he’s hot

sigh,

You told him and he just kinda goes “🤨” ‘Bffr’

and like, you are fr, and kinda really nervous too

Then he gets all quiet and blank

Then goes straight to tweaking and puts his hands on the head and yells

Starts jumping too 😭

Grabs you and kisses you so hard, followed by a bone crushing hug :3

‘Holy shit, Holy shit, Holy shit, Holy shit— SHUT UP!!!! A BABY?????!!!’

Very happy and excited:)

So proud of you and him <3

… unfortunately for you when he tells people of your pregnancy, he over shares about the process 🫠

Paints the baby’s room :3 adds some of that Shidou Flare ofc

Rubs your feet and insists you sit on his lap, despite your worries of you being to heavy.

Loves, loves, LOVES, listening to the baby— any sound he hears, he freaks out

Talks to the baby sooo much too

Worried that you’ll over do it and insists you just do nothing till the baby comes

Shidou is pretty confident he’ll be a good dad, but is scared that he won’t be what the kid needs

Shidou knows how he acts and who he is, and doesn’t want to hurt the kid :( which of course you reassure him that he would never do that, and that he’d be a great dad <3

Also super duper extra protective of you during your pregnancy, like you can’t go anywhere without him lmao

RAAAAAAH 3 NEW WORKS IN 3 DAYS 💪 ON A ROLE FRRRR

made October 6th 2024

[artssslut2]

New Normal

Dilf!Art x Reader

Summary: A lazy morning with Art Donaldson.

You and Art became inseparable soon after you started dating, well as inseparable as you could be while Art was raising a five year old. You had met Lily for the first time a while ago and she loved you, she called you her best friend, it was the sweetest. Nowadays you and Lily would spend more and more time together.

However you never slept over when Lily was with Art. You didn’t want her to be confused or get too used to you being around all the time. Even though Art was sure you were it for him. He was a father first and a great one. Tashi had Lily most weekends - when she wasn’t out of town coaching, but this weekend she was home and had their daughter. Art always misses Lily so much, but it was nice to have some alone time with his girlfriend. You stayed over since Thursday, it was amazing. Art was so romantic and caring. It was like you were royalty anytime you were around him.

You rolled over in the morning still groggy from waking up, you saw your boyfriend laying next to you admiring you sweetly

“Hey sleepyhead” Art whispered tucking hair behind your ear. You smiled and kissed his hand as a response “think about how great it will be when you live here.” He hinted curling up next to you

“Oh yeah?” You chuckled with a raspy sleep voice “when’s that gonna happen?” Art looked at you lovingly and took a breath

“Soon, when I propose.” He winked, your heart started pounding and you felt 100% awake. You loved art and wanted a future together, you knew this talk would come but it caught you off guard in a good way.

“Yeah?” You asked with an enormous smile that made Art return the smile

“Yeah” he chuckled “if you’d want that” he followed joking around because he knew the answer. You nodded enthusiastically and he laughed then you laughed crawling up into his lap giggling like a kid

“I just… gotta talk with Lily and come up with a plan so that she feels good, I don’t want her to feel left out or anything.” He told you in his concerned dad mode. You loved seeing him as a father, watching him worry about his little girl made your heart melt

“You’re a really great dad, you know.” You smiled, he let out a soft exhale and smiled slightly, you felt butterflies in your stomach before asking him what’s on your mind “D-do you… want to be a dad again?” You asked shyly. You were young and still wanted more kids, surprisingly it’s something you hadn’t talked about. You couldn’t read his face and started to panic a little “maybe… later on like someday?” You continued nervously. Then a smile spread on his face and a tear formed in his eye

“Yeah. Yeah I would love that.” He said wiping a tear before it could fall.

“Baby are you okay?” You asked holding his face and he just continued smiling

“Of course I’m okay. I just never thought this would happen to me… I thought I was done with that stuff I felt kind of I don’t know unlovable. I’m thankful for Tashi but that marriage took everything out of me. But when I met you. Baby when I met you everything changed, I felt so alive again for the first time in so long. I love you so much y/n.” He said teary eyed. You hadn’t seen art this emotional. It made you tear up too, watching Art learn to love himself again was one of the greatest things to watch.

“Art you deserve the world. You the greatest partner and father and role model, I’m in awe of you everyday. I want to help give you the marriage and life you deserve.” You touched your forehead to his.

“I’m gonna give you everything.” He said kissing your forehead and then you passionately. Then he felt his phone go off. He wouldn’t normally pick it up when he was spending time with you but since it could be about his daughter he did. He looked at it with slight disappointment

“Tashi has to catch a flight she needs me to go pick Lily up.” He told you. He wasn’t upset, it’s not that he didn’t want to pick up Lily. Not that at all, he just hated seeing Tashi choose work over their daughter more and more. He never wanted Lily to feel how he felt.

“Oh, do you want me to head out ?” You asked understandingly

“No… come with me. Lily will be happy to see you.” He told you putting a shirt on. You wouldn’t go with him on drop offs or pickups you tried staying out of the day to day routine. “You sure?” You asked

“Absolutely. Gotta get used to the new normal.” He smirked buckling his belt. Your heart fluttered and you nodded.

You and Art got to Tashi’s about thirty minutes later, Art went up to the front door and didn’t even get half way there before Lily burst through the door and ran straight into his arms, it made you smile and think about what a good man he was. He put Lily in his hip and then met Tashi by the door. They talked for a minute and then Art gestured towards his car and Tashi gave a quick wave in your direction. Then the door shut and Lily and Art were on their way to the car.

“Y/N!!!” Lily greeted excitedly leaving from the backseat to give you a hug,

“Lily!” You returned and Art smiled

“Y/n are you coming home with us?” She asked with the same scrunched up smile her dad had

“Yes of course I am!” You matched her energy and she was ecstatic “we’re gonna stop at Starbucks first though right?” You asked leaning towards Art and he gave you a smile

“I guess so” he said playfully as you have Lily a wink and she laughed.

You couldn’t wait to officially be apart of their family, they were your world.

[punksocks]

Astrology observations No.18 (18+ Only)

No minors! Adults only pls

Just based off my experiences, only take what resonates

-theory that Virgo/Scorpio/Capricorn mars are most likely to make you finish in a way you didn’t know you could before

-Capricorn mars need to take it slow during intimacy or at least at a pace they can control, sometimes they’ll get overwhelmed and erm.. lose focus if it’s not going at a pace they can control

-I feel like Capricorn/Libra Mars/Moon are most likely to try to f*ck the stress away

-Do not try to seduce a Libra/Taurus Mars with a dirty bedroom or when you’re smelling bad, Venusian Mars signs will get turned off by the unpleasantness

-Dont try to seduce a Virgo mars without having your shit together (this varies but don’t be a total mess —but do have a few problems lol it’s lowkey hard mode)

-Aries/Scorpio mars are most likely to f*ck someone they hate. (Scorpio could do this to get the upper hand)

-Leo Mars wants to be the most memorable partner you’ve ever had

-Cancer always gets t*tties as the thing they’re into but cancer and Taurus mars (and debatably Cancer and Taurus moon too) are usually drawn to more shapely/curvy people

-to get a Virgo mars to get into you’ve got to often have a quiet it factor, something understated that would get you positive attention -these dudes love a lady in the streets/a freak in the sheets imo (grain of salt bc most Virgo mars I’ve dated have had Leo placements lol)

-Gemini mars will come onto you with small talk and witty banter

-12th house synastry will have someone showing up in your dreams to seduce you (yeah I think this is so weird lol)

-8th house synastry will make you do bold and scandalous stuff but 7th house synastry gives wifey/boyfriend chemistry (sleeping together because they comforted you after a long day, someone knowing and embracing your k*nks, etc)

-Lilith synastry makes or breaks a sensual connection. I used to think it corrupted dudes but that was when I was too young to hold men accountable lol. It’s like if someone had any sketchy motives it shines a light on them.

-uranus overlays could point to someone wanting to try novel k*nks with you or flirting with you digitally (s*xting, n*des)

-mars square mars chemistry could lead to a very handsy, passionate, physical relationship. (Sudden quickies and that sort of thing)

-I only dated (in quotes) a few cancer mars, they were even more like “I want it more when I can’t have it” than some air mars I knew imo

-fire and water Lilith may have something similar about guys coming onto you when you’re angry/upset? (A guy tried to get me to come to his hotel room when I was lost and on my way to find family : 0 I was like ay yo wtf.)

[aliyahwritings]

rafe cameron as a f1 driver & reader is wag 😆😆

BEFORE THE RACE — Rafe Cameron

MASTERLIST

Pairing: F1 Driver!Rafe & WAG!Female Reader

Content: it's all fluff and cute

Word Count: 675

Aliyah's Notes: i kind of really like this tbh 😭 if you want me to make it longer or in a different format im up for it

The night before the race was always the same—tension thick in the air, the hum of anticipation surrounding you both. You sat beside Rafe in the quiet of your hotel room, the city lights flickering outside the window like distant stars. He was deep in thought, going over his race strategy for the hundredth time. His persona had shifted into focus mode, the weight of the race ahead pressing down on him.

You weren’t new to this—being with Rafe meant getting used to the rituals, the quiet moments before a storm of roaring engines and flashing cameras. You knew that tomorrow wasn't about you, but about the man beside you, the Formula 1 driver who could outpace anything or anyone.

His eyes, though still carrying that familiar spark, held a seriousness you rarely saw. He’d always been impulsive, driven by passion and instinct, but this was different. This was the calm before the chaos. He wasn’t the man you saw on magazine covers, all cocky smiles and smirks. Tonight, he was just Rafe—your Rafe.

You watched him for a moment, your heart swelling with pride. “You nervous?” you asked, your voice gentle.

Rafe chuckled, a soft sound, his lips curling into a smile, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Not nervous. Just… focused,” he replied, though you could see the faint furrow between his brows.

You shifted closer to him on the couch, curling your legs beneath you. “You’ll crush it tomorrow. You always do.”

He met your gaze, the familiar warmth in his eyes returning for a brief moment. “I’ll try to. But… can you remind me after the race how much I hate interviews?”

You laughed softly, reaching out to squeeze his arm/bicep. “You say that every time, but you love the spotlight.”

“Love it and hate it, both at the same time.” He grinned, but his fingers tightened around your thigh. “I’ll be fine, though. It’s just another race.”

You knew better than to reply back. The pressure of racing had a way of getting to him, no matter how confident he appeared. “If you need a distraction, you know I’m happy to be one.”

Rafe raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. “A distraction, huh?”

“Don’t get any ideas,” you teased, nudging him playfully. But deep down, you knew he wasn’t just talking about the race. He often turned to you in the quiet moments before a race, his grounding presence helping him settle the nerves that no one saw. You’d become his safe space, the place where the chaos of his world melted away.

He leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, “You’re my favorite kind of distraction, you know that?”

A shiver ran down your spine at the sound of his voice, low and teasing, but you pushed the feeling aside. “You’ve got this, Rafe. Just… focus. Don’t let anyone get in your head.”

He leaned back, pulling you with him so you could lie against his chest. The weight of his heart beating beneath your ear was both comforting and overwhelming. “You always know what to say, pretty girl,” he murmured.

You rested your head against him, letting the moment stretch out. The world outside was already buzzing with excitement for the race tomorrow, but here, in this quiet, stolen moment, it was just the two of you—Rafe, the driver, and you, the woman who loved him, ready to stand by him through whatever came next.

“Go get ’em tomorrow,” you whispered, pressing a soft kiss to his chest.

Rafe’s hand slipped into your hair, pulling you closer. “I’ll race for you, you know.”

It wasn’t just the adrenaline of the track or the thrill of the competition that kept him going—it was the unspoken promise between the two of you, a promise that no matter what happened tomorrow, you’d both make it through together.

Tomorrow, he’d race. But tonight, you’d hold him in the calm before the storm. And, somehow, that felt like the most important race of all.

[ilovetoxicfictionalmen]

FACE OF VERSACE

Pairing - Cillian Murphy x fem!reader

Summary - You accompany Cillian on his Versace photoshoot and cannot wait until afterwards.

Warnings - semi-public sex, p in v, oral (m receiving), in love

Word Count - 1.4k

Notes - Quick write. That white tank top does things to me. Also Cillian is a total simp you can't convince me otherwise.

It’s been like this for months now, Cillian’s schedule spilling all over the kitchen bench because it’s that full. Right when the both of you would think there would be a decent break for him, another job would come up. Not that you were entirely complaining about this one. 

It’s one thing to be the face of a brand, but to be the new face of Versace? Cillian never would have seen that one coming. It was a blessing to be able to wear Versace during the award season, but this felt like the cherry was too big to fit on the cake. There was a lengthy discussion on if he should do it, he was never greedy enough to push for another paycheck. Not to mention, being the face for such an elite business felt overawing. This was a big gig, which would lead to even more large opportunities in the future. He had a family and didn’t want to fall into the loop of constantly being away from home. But by the end of the night, you convinced your husband to take the blessed opportunity. 

You cleared your schedule to be able to watch the shoot. It was a very long day, the both of you had to wake up before dawn after flying in late last night. Cillian stubbornly decided to go on a fast, wanting to look the best he could for his age, as he argued. 

Even though he was high on excitement, you could see how exhausted he was. How desperately he needed to take a break and sit down. But he soldiered on, a refreshed expression of awe on him with every outfit. 

The clothes were tailored to him exceptionally, the way the fabrics snatched his waist made you feel butterflies in your stomach and your thighs squeezed together. 

You were wanting him all day, all week, all month. Even though you always had him, the spark of the thrill was currently dead. He was in work overload mode, so he was always so tired whenever he was free. Not that you blamed him for feeling that way, but you just always had the urge to show him how badly you adored him, wanted him, loved him. 

But, when he came out in the white tank that teased the beauty of his chest, a tailored black jacket with the matching high waisted trousers, topped with the medusa belt. It almost sent you over the edge on the spot. Especially when he waved the damn scarf. 

You had to have him as soon as possible. The way everyone was watching him, it made you feel possessive. The need to mark him as yours was pumping through your blood. There was no point in trying to hide how badly it was affecting your mind and body. Your legs were closed tightly and you were biting on your lower lip. 

There was a short break right after that shoot and you made up a little lie that you had a headache. Typically, being the thoughtful and attentive husband Cillian was, he took you back to his dressing room for some privacy and soundless scenery. 

But as soon as the door closed you pounced at him like a tiger. His back hit the door as you kissed him passionately, his hands raised in shock, his body stiff against yours. 

“Darling, fuck, couldn’t you have waited until we got back to the hotel?” Cillian chuckled nervously as one hand wrapped around your lower back and the other patted the door to find the lock on the knob. 

“Can’t wait, too horny” you moaned, flexing your hips up against his. 

“You’re such a fucking minx sometimes” he groaned, already feeling his cock twitch in his trousers. 

“I need you” you whined, your mouths still pressed together. 

Cillian whined out slowly, his eyes squeezed tight. The thoughts in his head were fighting each other. Desperately, he wanted to ravage you but logically he knew that the break would be over soon, and he hated rushing these moments with you. 

“I need you too baby, but-” he tried to object but the words in his throat went dry as you dropped to your knees. Quickly, your palm rubbed against his growing size. “Baby no” he protested, waving a finger as if he was scolding you.

But he couldn’t resist you. Naturally his hips flexed forwards and he was wondering how the fuck he was meant to get rid of his erection. 

“Come on” you whined childishly. 

“We’re meant to be on a tight schedule” he complained, but didn’t stop you from unbuckling his belt.  “My stylists will come knocking” he continued on. 

But you were determined and he already knew there was no denying this. 

“We’ll be quick” you promised slyly. 

“We’re never that quick…” he said, almost taking offense to it. 

You looked at him, puppy eyes and pouting to him. 

“Please sir” you begged softly. 

It was like a spell, whenever you’d call him that. That word made him bend backwards for you. His hand grabbed onto your chin and tilted your head back. 

“Such a little needy one, aren't you?” He groaned as you slowly slid down the zipper. 

“Yes sir” you answered, a cheeky smirk on your lips. 

“Well, who am I to deny my good girl? Who has been handling my time away so strongly. Taking care of my family so perfectly” he praised.

Those types of words always made your core clench. Every slight movement in your body, you felt your pussy slip in your thong. You hummed in response to him as you quickly freed his throbbing size. 

There was time wasted, you were on a tight schedule as he claimed. Swiftly, your lips wrapped around his cock and you bobbed your head down him. Cillian moaned out, his back pressed firmly against the door as his hands slipped into your loose hair, encouraging you to go faster. It hadn’t even been a minute when his hands gently tugged on the roots of your hair. 

“I want to fuck you baby…” he murmured as he pulled you up to your feet. You giggled and nodded your head in agreement. “You deserve to feel good too” he grinned, quickly leading you over to the two seater couch. 

He fell backwards onto the seat, quickly shaking his pants down to his ankles whilst you slid off your thong from underneath your skirt. Without a second to spare, you straddled him, his hands rolled up your skirt around your waist, his cock pressed against your abdomen. With a short lift, Cillian lined up his size to your entrance and you slid down slowly onto him.

Both of you moaned out in unison as his arms wrapped possessively around your upper frame, holding you tightly against his body. For a short moment, you both sat still, his cock twitching in between your clenching walls. An electric kiss was shared between your lips as you slowly rocked your hips against his. 

“Should be you, in the photoshoot” he praised you through a moan, eyes closed. 

“Shut up Cill” you moaned back as you bounced on him faster. 

He chuckled and gripped onto your thighs, guiding you to go at the perfect angle and speed. You planted sloppy kisses around his face, not caring that you were getting lipstick all over his skin. As he started to thrust inside of you, he buried himself deeply down your canal over and over again. 

“Love you so fucking much” he professed, holding your body close to his. 

“L-love you too” you shuddered, your eyes rolling back as he started to hit your sweet spot. 

He twitched briskly inside of you and could feel his balls tighten up. Through the euphoric sensations his mouth fell open, his hands moving to your bare ass. 

“Come for me now baby. I promise I’ll take it slow with you tonight, worship every inch of you” he vowed, his mouth pressed against your ear.

Your head nodded quickly as you felt your walls squeeze him like crazy. Shortly, you saw stars as you swore out, your hands in his short locks of hair as you rocked your high out. Straight after, Cillian moaned out, his seed shooting deep inside of you as he held onto you tightly. 

Both of you took a long moment to pant out, chuckling to each other as you stroked the hairs out of his face. He kissed you softly, confessing his undying love for you. tytr

Both of your heads snapped to the knock at the door.

[lovelyhan]

— game over ⟢

a minwon streamer au!

★ FEATURING; wonwoo x afab!reader x mingyu

★ STATUS; ongoing

★ TAGS; streamer/gamer au, eventual poly, enemies to fuck buddies to lovers (wonu), friends to lovers (gyu), in denial wonu and gyu, sex tapes, angst, smut (MINORS DNI)

★ NOTES; i honestly should've made a masterlist for this little passion project a long time ago, but since we're finally introducing gyu into the mix, might as well do it now :^) it feels nice to finally pick up a series i started in january lol

— main story ✧

✧ one: underlying pretense ✧

word count: 10.3k words

summary: being two of the most popular streamers across the board, your subscribers often speculate if your constant bickering with wonwoo has some underlying pretense. little did they know, the two of you have everything on display on a single, unsuspecting twitter account. 

tags: fuck buddies, not quite enemies to lovers but it’s the thought that counts, streamer!wonwoo, streamer!reader, attempt at humor, smut

✧ two: favorite poison ✧

word count: 15.5k words

summary: no strings attached sex is easy. catching feelings for a person you supposedly hate is hard. it’s in times like this when wonwoo wishes he can set the dial to his life on easy mode forever, but everyone knows he’s nothing if not stubbornly competitive.

tags: fuck buddies, not quite enemies to lovers, streamer!wonwoo, streamer!reader, attempt at humor, in denial!wonwoo, angst, smut

✧ three: caught in the middle ✧

word count: 15.8k words

summary: mingyu knows. he’s perfectly aware that his best friend’s girlfriend is the last person he should end up wanting. but who is he to refuse when wonwoo invites him to join something he never thought he could ever be part of?

tags: established relationship, streamer au, one-sided pining (or is it!!!), lots of guilt-ridden thoughts, fluff, angst, smut

✧ four: too much of a good thing ✧

word count: 15.6k words

summary: contentment is something that mingyu has never really struggled with. he basks in what he's given and doesn't really ask for more. but when the lines start to blur between him and everyone's favorite power couple, he arrives at quite an impasse.

tags: established relationship, streamer au, one-sided pining (or is it!!!), fluff, mild angst, smut

✧ five: coming soon! ✧

— side stories ✧

⤷ 02:35 | bf!wonwoo getting jealous over some cosplay sent by your fans and sponsors

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