#I'm usually not rlly a doll person but I like these ones

[trans-yllz]

ever since the beautiful vintage porcelain jester doll in the thrift store I have become enraptured with them. I think that this should become my new obsession and I should collect them

[llxferim]

Hello!!! I love your blog and your Klaus stories. I had a little idea about him, Klaus x GN!Reader who is obsessed with his hips (because let's be honest, I'm totally infatuated with them *cough*). I imagine he would be a little tease about it when he'd notice how the Reader is feeling? Thank you in advance!

a/n: THANK YOU SO SO MUCHH ILY, IF U DONT LIKE THIS IM ALL DOWN TO REWRITE IT, LIKE GENUIENLY.

yall i tried my besttt, i didnt rlly know how to finish it so just don't judge alright I'm going to cry. besides that thank you so much for the support omgg so many ppl liked and reblogged my fics I'm so happy :)))

pairings: Klaus Hargreeves x Gn!reader

Summary: you are obsessed with Klaus's hips

Genre: fluff

Warnings: Alchohol, gn!reader, gender neutral reader, no y/n used. Klaus is a tease.

Word count: 500 something (i cant write long fics for my life yall)

You'd always heard it was the small things—the details about a person that drives you mad, that sneak up on you and settle deep in your bones until you can't shake them. You never believed it until... Klaus Hargreeves.

It wasn't his sly grin, nor his ability to light up your mood no matter what—you loved all that about him—but no, what got you were his hips.

you two were in your room, Klaus getting dressed and—you reading a book in your chair— if you’d even call it reading.

Klaus was pacing the room, shirt half-buttoned, his low-rise jeans peeking out as he rummaged through a pile of clothes—probably looking for a clothing piece he'd mindlessly tossed in his usual chaos, getting ready for Luther’s wedding.

You leaned back in your chair, pretending to be invested in the book on your lap. But your eyes betrayed you, trailing down to his hips—the way they moved perfectly in sync with his long legs, almost like a sensual dance that came naturally to him.

"What are you staring at, doll?" Klaus's voice pulled you back from your daze, and his smirk told you he already knew the answer. "Nothing," you mumbled, clearing your throat and returning to your book, hoping he wouldn't notice your fierce blush.

"Nothing, huh?" He sauntered over a cat-like grace to his steps.

Klaus leaned in, resting his hands on the arms of the chair you were sitting on. You could smell his cologne—a mix of sandalwood and something uniquely him.

"You know," he drawled, "it's rude to stare without offering a compliment."

Your eyes snapped up to his face, heat rising to your cheeks. "I wasn't—"

"Oh, but you were," Klaus interrupted, his grin widening. He pushed off the chair and spun dramatically, arms outstretched. "So, what's the verdict? Do these jeans make my ass look good?"

You couldn't help but laugh, the tension in your shoulders easing slightly. "You're impossible, Klaus."

"Impossibly charming, you mean," he winked, flopping onto your bed with a dramatic sigh. "Now, as punishment for your rudeness, I'm charging you with the task of helping me find those jeans. You know, the ones with the—"

"Sparkly skulls?" you finished for him, already moving to search through the chaos of his belongings. "I swear, Klaus, if you'd just organize your things..."

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Even in public, you'd find yourself staring. His hips were simply irresistible to you.

Everyone was drunk, even Five—a sight that was both amusing and unsettling. It was strange seeing him so nonchalant about the apocalypse.

the newlyweds were feeding each other.. strawberries. Across the room, Allison and Viktor were arguing about—something, their voices barely audible over the thumping music, and Diego had disappeared with Lila some time ago.

And then there was him. Klaus, the life of the party as always, was on the dance floor, his body moving in perfect rhythm to the beat. Your eyes couldn't help but linger on him, admiring how those jeans hugged his hips just right. Even during a world-ending disaster, Klaus had a way of commanding attention—and looking damn good while doing it.

As the night wore on, the party's energy seemed to fuel his every move. You watched him, and couldn't help but smile at how completely Klaus could captivate an entire room.

At one point, he spotted you from across the room. With a mischievous grin, he beckoned you over. and before you could react, he was at your side, pulling you into the crowd.

"Come on, doll," he said, his voice a playful purr. "You can't just stand there staring. Join me."

You laughed, letting him guide you onto the dance floor. For a moment, it was just the two of you, moving together in sync with the music. The world outside ceased to exist.

[hyuckmov]

request #3: posessive dom!haechan smut, 18+ minors dni, some fluff wc: 4.4k content: dom haechan in general, temperature play (ice cubes), filming during sex, oral (f recieving), fingering, overstim, orgasm denial, unprotected sex, praise, light degradation (calls you doll etc), jealousy & possessiveness but ngl it wasn't that serious, marking, he slaps your ass once a/n: can't believe i was like i'm gna take a break from smut after gseb2 and immediately i wrote this...ngl this is just something silly for the dom haechan agenda </3 if i want ONE person to like this it would be that one anon who sent in that ask about dom hyuck i hope i did him justice. sorry about inconsistencies in tenses and poor transitions truly this is just something silly and fun and self indulgent. rlly hope this is hot. send me an ask/reply in tags if u liked it!

at the sound of the bedroom door opening, mark puts down his phone and thumbs lazily at the remote for the television. 

"hey, do you wanna finish that show we were talking about?" he asks, as haechan crosses the living room to head to the kitchen. 

"can't," haechan replies lightly. grabbing a waterbottle from the fridge, he takes a quick sip of water. "i'm taking care of y/n tonight." 

"oh." mark frowns, turning to look at haechan in concern. "is she feeling unwell?" 

a wry smile spreads across haechan's face as he starts to fill up an empty glass with ice. "something like that." 

"well…" mark blinks a few times, finally selecting a documentary about penguins to watch. "i hope she feels better soon."��

"don't worry about it, mark," he replies smoothly. closing the door to the fridge and strolling back to the room, he casts one more glance at mark. "i'll make sure she does."

x

haechan had been tucking you into bed, stroking your hair gently while he waited for you to fall asleep, when your hand wrapped around one of his slender fingers and tugged to get his attention. 

"haechan?" 

his movements slowed at your tone, the slightly breathy way you said his name usually a sign that you were feeling needier than usual, or slipping into a different headspace. "yes, baby?" and sure enough…

"i need you," you nuzzled your face into his chest, feeling embarrassed. "take care of me, please."

he cooed at how adorable you sounded, deciding to go easy on you tonight right then and there. "baby needs my help?" you nod, and he rubs at your shoulder gently as encouragement. "how long have you been waiting for me, angel?" 

"since dinner," you whisper. 

"good girl." he leaned down slightly to kiss the crown of your hair, when suddenly the sound of footsteps made him halt. 

outside, he could hear mark sink down into the couch in the living room. he must have left the guest room, waiting for haechan to join him after you'd fallen asleep. 

since dinner, you said you'd needed him. it made sense: haechan had been unable to keep his hands to himself the entire time, even with mark at the table — stroking your thighs, pulling you into his lap during dessert, feeding you bites off his spoon. the way he had babied you getting to your head, making you feel that familiar ache between your thighs. 

truth to be told, haechan had known exactly what he was doing, and he had done it for a clear purpose. it had been about a week since mark temporarily moved in because his apartment was getting renovated. and while it had been exciting at first to be living with both his girlfriend and best friend, he couldn't help but notice that mark liked to sneak glances at you from across the room, his voice melting with affection whenever he spoke to you. and he couldn't stop himself from pulling you closer when mark would talk to you in the kitchen, or keeping you in his arms during movie nights on the couch. 

the thought of mark, outside, oblivious to the current mood you were in, sent a thrill through haechan's body, settling deep in his gut. 

"haechan?" you look up at him, timidly, wondering what he was thinking to have this look on his face. "are you gonna…" 

"of course." 

x

taking care of you. he liked the sound of that — a sense of protectiveness swelling in his chest. you needed him to take care of you in a way that no one else could.   

now, closing the bedroom door, he takes in the sight of you on the bed. you'd taken off the shirt and sleep shorts you usually wore, leaving you in just a set of lingerie. it was the one reserved for nights when he would call you princess or angel, eating you out while you were laid up against the pillows, holding you tenderly as he praised you. 

you truly had no idea what was coming for you. 

"is mark outside?" you ask, nervously. 

annoyance flickers through haechan, causing him to straighten from where he leaned against the closed door. "why do you care?" he shoots back, tone a little harsher than you were expecting. 

you blink, surprised. "i just…" you hesitate. "so he'll just be alone tonight?" 

"would you rather he come in and join us?"

"no!" flustered, you try to get up from where you're kneeling on the bed, but haechan puts out a hand, motioning for you to stop. 

a moment passes. 

silently, he watches as you obediently rearrange yourself back into your original position, trembling slightly from your nerves. you were just so good for him. 

"no?" finally crossing over to you, he places his cup on the nightstand and sits on the edge of the bed next to you. reaching out a hand to play with the lace of your panties, he leans in close so you can't avoid his gaze. "you don't want mark to see you like this?" 

you shake your head. 

"but you look so pretty, baby." he frowns, mockingly, relishing the conflicted look on your face. "you don't want him to see how pretty you are?" 

"look pretty for you," you mumble, the words almost swallowed by your lips. "only want you to see." 

a genuine smile spreads across haechan's face. dipping his hand lower, his fingertips just brush the apex of your thighs, partially hidden from the way you were kneeling. "you act like such a good girl for me," he muses, watching the way your eyelashes flutter with need. 

"i am good for you," you plead, slowly inching your knees apart to give him access to your aching core. "haechan, can you please-"

he smiles at how needy you are, but even through the haze of your mind you can tell there's something sharp to it, his eyes burning you with a heavy stare. withdrawing his hand, he nods towards the pillows you'd arranged. "lie back, baby," he says, his voice quiet and controlled.

a pulse of what feels like both fear and arousal thrums through your body.

"hae-"

"i said i would take care of you, didn't i?" 

you swallow at the harshness in his voice, but you can't deny that it makes your skin feel warmer, and you're sure your lace panties are transparent by now. inching backwards, you lie down on the pillows and sigh as he finally tugs your panties down your legs, easing your knees apart and exposing you to him. 

gently, he begins to rub your clit in small circles, leaning down to suck bruises into your neck, marking you for everyone to see. gasping, your body feverish with pleasure, you roll your hips up into his hand, hoping he'll get the message and push his fingers inside you. 

"more, please," you whimper, and haechan indulges you, running a finger up and down your slit. 

"feels good?" 

slipping a finger inside you, he curls it against your walls, his thumb continuing to circle your clit. his other hand pulls down the cups of your bra, scraping his blunt nails over your nipples and pinching at them, something that never failed to make you moan out in sensitivity. 

but mark was outside. 

pushing your face into the side of your pillow, you manage to contain your sounds to a soft whine. your hips chasing his touch, you pant heavily as you try to beg haechan to bring you to your first climax. "fuck" you whisper, words punctuated by gasps as haechan adds another finger, trying to stretch you out. "i'm, fuck, haechan, i'm gonna-" 

but suddenly, haechan leans back and away from your body, his eyes narrowed. smearing your arousal on your upper thigh, he sucks off the remainder on his fingers, watching as your face falls with disappointment, movements jerky you sit up to look at him. 

"why-" 

"did that feel good, baby?" haechan tilts his head at you, eyebrows raised. 

"yes…" you try to close your legs as surreptitiously as you can, starting to rub your thighs together to relieve the feeling of achy emptiness. 

eyes downcast, he shakes his head condescendingly. "you were being so quiet, baby." he reaches out a hand to sweep your hair out of your eyes, messy from the way you were nuzzling your head into the pillow. "it made me sad," he murmurs.

"i'm sorry," you blurt out, reaching out quickly to latch onto his hand. "i just… i didn't want mark to hear." 

he bristles at your words. mark this, mark that. mark will be alone tonight, don't want mark to hear. 

"you were thinking of mark as i was touching you?" he challenges. 

eyes widening, you take his words seriously, pushing yourself up and crawling into his lap. his arms come around to circle your waist as you throw yourself onto him, words tumbling from your mouth in a jumble of sounds. 

"not like that- i just- i want it to be- i didn't want him to- for you-" 

grabbing your chin, he interrupts you by kissing you heatedly, nipping at your lip. you part your lips for him, and he licks into your mouth, silencing every single one of your protests until you lose your train of thought completely. 

"don't worry, baby," he breathes, easing you back onto your back. "you're going to make it up to me now, okay?" 

your eyes focused on his, you nod. 

"good girl." reaching for the cup he'd brought over from the kitchen, he dips his fingers in and swirls them in the icy water. lifting his still dripping fingers out, he lightly brushes your inner thigh, grinning when he gets the exact reaction he wants, a loud wail tearing from your throat. 

he knew you got sensitive over cold temperatures easily, often surprising you by pressing his cold hands to the back of your neck, or freckling cool kisses on your stomach after sucking on an ice cube. it was for this reason that he rarely used ice when playing with you in bed — the way you'd squirm from his touch and the slew of sounds you would make becoming more of an inconvenience. 

but tonight, it was exactly those sounds that he wanted to hear from you. 

taking out an ice cube, he rubs it lightly on your chest and over your nipples, a hand shooting out to pin you to the bed as your back arches and your body twists. "do i need to tie you down, doll?" he muses, watching the ice cube melt against your hot skin, your muscles tense and trembling as you whine loudly at the pet name. 

you mouth words that mean nothing as he rubs a fresh ice cube on your navel, inching closer to the apex of your thighs. you buck your hips, threatening to unseat him, but he only pins you down even more firmly with his body, your sensitivity manifesting in a loud moan of his name that seems to bounce around the walls of the room. 

"so sensitive…" he muses, easing two fingers inside you, making sure you could feel the icy coldness of his fingertips. you let out another cry, choked breaths stuttering as he pumps them in and out of you, enjoying the way your arousal leaked out all over his hand. 

"louder," he demands. carefully picking a partially melted bit of ice from the cup, he presses it into your clit harshly, and you let out a scream, torn between the pleasure his fingers were giving you and the sting from the cold. 

"you think mark knows what we're doing right now?" he spits, pulling out his fingers from your core. when you don't respond, he gives your swollen clit a harsh flick, and you moan, barely able to understand what he was saying. "answer me, doll."

slowly, you try to recall his question. "n-no," you stutter, breath uneven and throat sore from screaming. 

"really?" he laughs lowly. crawling away from your grip, he pushes your legs up until your feet are planted on the bed, his arms snaking around your thighs to hold them in place. taking another piece of ice in his nimble fingers, he begins to rub your clit with it, shushing you as you start to tear up. 

"should i give you more, then? make sure he gets the message?" slowly, he starts to slip the piece lower and lower, teasing you over your slit, eyes watching for your reaction. 

you start to cry in earnest, sobs wracking through your body. "more-" you cry out, hands reaching down to grasp his arms, wanting to cling onto him. "more please, i wanna cum so bad-" 

and so haechan decides to give you exactly what you want. 

pushing the piece of ice into you, he chases it quickly with his tongue, his neck shuddering as he delights at the taste of you in his mouth, his plush lips parting so he could lap at you messily. angling his face so his nose bumped into your clit, he reaches blindly for the cup of ice, impatiently upending its contents all over your sopping wet cunt. he lets out a groan just as you scream, the feeling vibrating through you and causing your hips to lift up. 

grazing his teeth over your clit, you barely make out his command for you to cum before you're releasing all over his mouth and chin, the feeling flooding over you as he helps you ride out your climax. licking gently at your folds, he releases you from his grip the moment your body stops shaking, climbing up the bed to pull you into his arms, aware that he'd pushed you a little harder than usual this night.

he lets you curl yourself into his side, the rush of adrenaline not yet faded as you continue to sniffle quietly, your legs tangled with his. brushing your hair away from your face, he gently wipes you dry with a warm towel, apologising softly when goosebumps erupt on the surface of your skin from the residual coolness of his touch. 

"you okay, baby?" he asks, tentatively. 

dazed, you nod, holding onto him even more tightly and hoping the heat from his body would seep into yours. 

"cold?" tugging his shirt off, he pulls it gently over your head, dragging the blanket over for good measure. "you did so good for me today, baby." 

you hum in pleasure, pressing light kisses to his bare arms as you feel your heartbeat ease, content for the moment to be cuddled by your boyfriend. 

next to you, haechan continued to stroke your back as he slipped his phone from the nightstand to check the time. but the moment his lockscreen lit up, he saw that he had several unread messages sent around 20 minutes ago. 

all from mark. 

mark, 10.59pm: dude is she ok? she sounds like she's in real pain mark, 10.59pm: do you need me to go get medicine or smth  mark, 11.00pm: oh  mark, 11.00pm: fuck nevermind 

"haechan?" pushing yourself up to get his attention, you tap his shoulder lightly. 

distracted, he turned towards you, eyes still glued to the words on his phone. "hm?" 

"i…" you can feel the arousal inside you begin to mount in pressure, the sensitivity between your legs fading off into the familiar ache when you realised that he hadn't even fucked you yet. "more, please?" 

surprised, he gives you his full attention, putting his phone back on the nightstand and draping his arms over you. "you want to keep going?" 

nodding, you push yourself into his hold. "please. you don't have to be gentle, –" you cut yourself off, embarrassed. "i can take it," you mumble, hoping he wouldn't tease you. 

but haechan only smiles at you proudly. "you're perfect," he holds your face in his hands and kisses you sweetly, languidly. you feel your mind turn to mush, your body beginning to squirm in his touch, trying to push his thigh in between your legs as your whole body heats up. 

getting the message, haechan shoves the blanket away, rolling on top of you and caging you in with his arms. he surveys your neck, already littered with marks from before, and dips his head down to nip at your collarbone. you're a mess underneath him, your legs wrapping around his waist and grinding up on him, feeling his hardness through his sweatpants. 

"please," you whine, scrabbling at his back and trying to push his face out from your neck, needing him to help you. 

he groans at how fucked out you sound. "give me a second, baby. i wanna try something." 

clambering out of bed, he crosses over to the table, fumbling with something you can't see, your view obstructed by his broad shoulders. when he turns back to you, you see his new camera clutched in his hands. he'd bought it recently, excited to get into photography, taking any and every opportunity to take photos of you and whatever you were doing. it was endearing, yes, and adorable, but right now the way he's looking at you through the lens is sending shockwaves of arousal down your spine. 

"so fucking perfect," he breathes. sliding back onto the bed, he grabs your chin gently, looking at you carefully. "if i let you ride me, can i film you, baby?" 

"yes," you blurt out, a little too eagerly. tugging at his pants, you manage to free his hard cock, slapping up against his navel. the tip looking angry and red, you eagerly spit in your hand and start to stroke his shaft, relishing the weight of him in your palm. 

haechan indulges you, leaning back against the headboard as he sighs and lets out a string of pretty moans. "my little fuckdoll," he croons. "you'd do anything as long as i give you my cock, right? you'll let me film you, tease you…fuck-" his hips rut into your hand as you start rubbing at his tip, covering it with your fingers. the camera jolts, and he uses his other hand to steady his wrist. you smile down at his lap, a small look of triumph on your face. 

reaching out, he grabs your face, making you look at him. 

"had your fun, doll?" slapping your hands away, he reaches out to prod at your folds with his fingertips, laughing meanly when his fingers come away glistening. "so wet, just from touching me?" sucking on them casually, he picks up the camera again, hitting the record button this time before panning down slowly to where you hover over his cock. 

"sit" he orders, watching through the tiny screen as you rub his tip between your folds, teasing your clit before slowly sinking down on him just as he had commanded. 

as you place your hands on his chest to steady yourself, he takes a moment to thank whoever recommended him the camera, the high quality images practically dripping with sin as they take in every detail — the muscles in your thighs trembling, your shaky breathing as you feel him deep inside you. you roll your hips a few times experimentally, moaning softly at how good it feels to be filled by him. without waiting for permission, you start to slowly rise up and down on him, whimpering when you feel his tip brush your soft spot, making your legs feel weak. 

"haechan-" you plead, wondering why he wasn't moving or reacting to you, needing him to touch you like he usually did whenever you rode him. 

but haechan had his eyes fixed on the camera, resolutely pretending his cock wasn't throbbing inside your heat. he wanted to get you desperate, to put on the best show for the video. "what's the matter, doll?" slumped on the pillows, he barely flicks his eyes up from the screen, looking at you through his lashes. "you're gonna have to try harder if you want my attention." 

the words swirl around in your gut, your cheeks feeling hot. fucking yourself down harder on him, you start bouncing on him in earnest, setting a fast pace. you see his body tense, cock twitching inside you, but still he resolutely stares at the camera screen, zooming in on where your bodies connect, your arousal smearing all over his lap messily. 

your movements grow more frantic on him as you tire, pathetically moving your hips this way and that, no longer able to lift them. clumsily, you try to steady yourself with one hand, the other moving to your clit and rubbing at it jerkily. haechan hisses as your movements cause you to clench around him even harder, finally straightening up and looking at you. 

a hand darting out to grab your hip roughly, he begins to thrust upwards into you expertly, ramming his cock into the one spot he knew you liked. "got so needy for the camera, doll," he pants, barely minding how shaky the footage was getting, his brain completely focused on the way your eyes rolled back in pleasure. "did you like putting on a show? touching yourself?" 

gripping onto his shoulders, you let a moan rise from your chest, surrendering fully to his control. displeased at your lack of response, he slaps your ass to bring you to attention, rubbing the spot with his hand as you wail. 

"you gonna cum for the camera?" he coaxes, eyes checking the screen to make sure you were still in frame. 

you nod, furiously, so desperately close. haechan can feel the way you spasm around him, your movements jerky and erratic, fingernails digging in his shoulder-blades hard enough to leave marks. leaning in, he licks at one of your nipples, sucking the firm bud into his mouth and scraping it with his teeth, and it's that feeling that tips you over the edge, cumming so hard around him that black spots dance in your vision. 

underneath you, haechan lets go too, letting out a low moan as your walls hug his cock, milking him of all his cum. continuing to thrust shallowly, haechan lets go of the camera in favour of holding you in his arms, rocking you back and forth until he physically can't move his hips from the sensitivity any longer. 

"you okay?" he murmurs into your hair, arms smoothing over yours. 

"yeah," you whisper back, smiling contentedly. 

"perfect." slotting your lips with his, he gives you a gentle kiss, pushing you gently onto your back. kissing you again, you feel a slight urgency to the pressure of his lips, as his hands start to roam your body again. 

"haechan…" you sigh as he licks into your open mouth, and you feel his body lift off yours as he moves to kneel between your legs. "wait, i don't know if i-" 

but haechan is groping around the bed blindly for the discarded camera, his eyes focused on your sopping wet cunt, stuffed full of his cum. "so pretty," he mumbles to himself. "fuck. you're so hot, baby."

your breath hitches as he finally locates the device, the red blinking light indicating that it was still recording. puffy lips pouted in concentration, his tongue poking into his cheek, his eyes go dark as he zooms in on the sight, making sure the camera captured everything. suddenly flustered at the scrutiny, you shuffle your legs, trying to close them, but haechan's hand shoots out to pin your thighs exactly where they were. 

"don't be shy, baby…" he breathes, fingers straying towards your swollen and abused pussy. you grip onto his arm but it's no use, he's already dipping his fingers into your slit, pushing his cum back into you. 

"please," you beg, "'m sensitive, it's…i don't think…" but your words die on your tongue, pleasure starting to overtake the pain again as he slips in another finger, making scissoring motions, monitoring his ministrations completely through the screen. 

"sorry, fuck, sorry, i just…" his thumbs comes up to press your clit softly, applying a pressure that makes you keen. "sorry," he blurts out again, curling his fingers and pushing them deeper in, "just one more time baby, i need to see it one more time…" 

granting his wish, you cum all over his hand, a mixture of his and your juices gushing out of you, your walls fluttering around his fingers, until he could barely move them inside you. haechan's moans rival yours, his pupils blown out and curse words falling freely from his throat at the lewdness of the images on his screen, he can hardly believe his eyes.

there's a pause as the two of you are left speechless, the room filled with nothing but wet sounds and heavy breathing. switching the camera off, haechan lowers it slowly to the bed, eyes trained on you.

"so…" you reach for him, and he slumps down into your arms, pulling you close for what feels like the umpteenth time that night. 

"so…" he repeats back at you. 

"so what are you going to do with the video?" 

x

"mark, can you help me grab my camera from my room?" 

"uh, sure okay, hold on-" shuffling into haechan's bedroom, mark spots the camera on the bedside table. it still seems to be turned on, paused on the thumbnail of the last video it took.

and mark doesn't mean to look, it's just that the screen is right there. 

and it very clearly shows an image of you, sinking down on haechan's cock, one of his distinctive hands gripping your waist possessively while the other presumably holds the camera. 

"did you find it?" 

haechan breezes into the room, and mark jumps, fumbling and dropping the camera onto the bed where it bounces a few times. 

"fuck, sorry-"

"- woah, be careful. it's expensive." 

haechan picks up the camera, and takes a long exaggerated look at the still lit-up screen, eyes widening dramatically. "jeez, mark. you're such a perv" 

"i didn't-" 

"-like wow, mark. that's private." a serious look on his solemn face, haechan turns the camera off. "it'll upset y/n if she knew you were watching her." 

"i wasn't watching-"  "don't tell her you saw this video, okay?" turning and walking out of the room, he casts one more look back at mark, the slightest hint of pride tinting his voice as he adds, "it's mine." 

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[reidbae]

DAY 22: Blissful — voice kink w/dom!aaron hotchner

KINKTOBER 2023: masterlist

summary: Your husband calls you on the way home from work, and is annoyedly cut off in traffic, causing him to say a word or two about it. But when you find yourself aroused by his voice alone, he's eager to take care of you the second he walks through the door.

pairing: dom!husband!aaron hotchner x sub!fem!wife!reader

warnings/mentions: use of pet names (baby, doll, honey, princess, sweet girl), huge sir kink, cussing obv, reader is held down, teasing, fingering, praise, not rlly degradation but def in that area, lmk if i missed something!

wc: 1.5k

a/n: i'm so happy i was finally able to write for hotch <3 this fic does him literally no justice at all but i will make a better one in the future :,)

tags: @nalycandy @prettyboydrspencerreid @mega-kittyglitter-1 @mrs-ssa-hotch

"Hello?" you said, your phone held to your ear as you sat in your living room.

You had been home by yourself all day while your husband was at work. He had been working more hours than usual these days, and always called you when he was on his way home, knowing that you missed him.

"Hi, honey. I didn't wake you, did I?" Aaron's deep voice rang out from the other end of the line. A smile played across your lips as you heard your husband's voice for the first time in too long, and you giggled.

"No. I've been up. I can't sleep when you're not here," you said with a laugh, feeling your face flush with heat. Aaron chuckled, too. You could hear the sound of him driving in the background as he spoke to you.

"I know, baby. I'm sorry. I should be home in less than ten," said Aaron in response. "Did you eat? Shower?"

You rolled your eyes playfully, smiling. Aaron always knew just how to take care of you and make sure you were okay, even if he couldn't be there in person to do it. "Yes, and yes, sir," you joked.

Aaron chuckled again. "That's good, baby. And you made sure to rest today?" he said.

Again, you rolled your eyes, and nodded, like he could see you. "Yes, Aaron."

"Okay, just making sure. I—" Aaron began. He soon cut himself off, a curse word falling from his lips in lieu. "Asshole."

Your eyes perked and you raised an eyebrow, wondering why he had said that. Who was he talking to?

And why did it give you butterflies?

"Aaron? A- Aaron, what happened?" you asked bewilderedly, jumping up a little in your seat.

"Sorry, honey, I'm sorry. Some guy just, fuck," he said in a deep voice. "Some guy just cut me off. I'm lucky he didn't hit me," Aaron huffed annoyedly. It was like you could see him rolling his eyes.

"Oh, God, a- are you okay?" you asked. You were sure that your tone was giving what you were thinking away, because it wasn't really one of concern: It was one of shyness, like you had other things on your mind.

That's because you did.

"Yeah, honey, don't worry. I'm fine. Sorry if I scared you," Aaron said in a caring voice. "Driving through D.C. is hell at any hour, for fuck's sake," he cursed again. "It's a wonder anyone can get anywhere."

"Uh, yeah- Mmhm, I agree," you responded inattentively, feeling yourself zone out as your husband spoke to you.

Aaron didn't seem to notice, however, and kept talking to you in that deep voice of his, rambling on about his day. He talked more than you did, which wasn't usually the case, but only because you were so mesmerized by the deep, authoritative way about his voice that you didn't dare to interrupt it.

After a while, though, however, Aaron began to pick up on your silence, and spoke up. "You okay, honey? You're not talking much."

You snapped back into reality, your eyes going a little wide. "Hm- What? Oh, yeah. I'm fine. Just fine," you did your best to lie, sighing.

"That didn't sound very convincing. Come on, princess, what's wrong? You can tell me," said Aaron reassuringly.

It wasn't a question of what was wrong. It was one of what was right.

"Nothing's wrong, Aaron," you giggled in response, blushing.

"Oh, yeah, princess?" Aaron chuckled through the phone. "Are you lying to me?"

You began to run your fingers through your hair, playing with it as you talked to him. "No..." you giggled. His voice was really beginning to get to you now, and you rubbed your thighs together in response to it.

"Well—Maybe there is something."

"Now we're getting somewhere. Are you going to tell me what the matter is, then, baby?" said Aaron, laughing.

"Nothing's the matter...It's just...Well...I just like your voice."

Aaron paused for only a few seconds to process what you'd said. Then, he began to laugh. "My voice, doll? Did I hear that right?" he asked.

You covered your face shyly. "Y- Yes. I don't know. But it's making me feel all hot inside," you admitted to him.

Aaron didn't need to understand precisely what you meant, as long as he knew that it was getting you going. "I'm happy to hear that, honey," he said to you, his voice going lower. "I'll take care of you when I'm home, then, doll. I want you there as soon as I walk through the door. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir, I understand," you said with an affirmative nod, eager to do whatever Aaron asked of you.

"Attagirl."

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As soon as Aaron had walked through the door, you were running to his arms, just like he'd asked you to. He scooped you up effortlessly, using one hand to hold your leg, and the other to support your bottom. You reveled in the feeling of your legs wrapped around his torso.

Aaron's lips found yours in seconds, tongue dancing with yours in a sea of pent up passion. He spun you round, pinning you to the front door, before setting you down to your feet.

Aaron grabbed your wrists to hold them above your head, before attacking your neck with kisses. You squirmed under his touch, your head lolling back on the door with pleasure.

Aaron's eyes met yours, and he chuckled deeply in your ear. "Hi, baby," he said in a raspy voice, smirking down at you.

"H- Hi," you stuttered out to him, biting down on your lip.

"Did you miss me?" Aaron smiled, pressing rough kisses to your neck and collarbone. You whimpered at the feeling, nodding.

"Y- Yes, sir. I missed you so much," you said openly, not giving a care to how needy you sounded. Aaron nodded, only smiling more at your words.

"Mmhm. I wonder how much," Aaron hummed. "Let's see how wet you are for me, hm, baby?"

Aaron didn't give you a second to respond before his hands were dipping into your underwear, slipping between your folds. You whimpered in response as his fingers found your wetness, playing softly with your body.

"Fuck, baby, you're soaked," Aaron said to you, as if you didn't already know that. "And my voice was all it took, huh?" he smirked in a teasing tone of voice.

When you didn't answer, Aaron's grip on your wrists roughened, and it was clear that he was not taking your silence for an answer. "Tell me, princess."

You felt your knees grow weak, and you slid down the wall a little, closing your eyes shyly. "Y- Yes, sir. A- All it took was your voice," you whined.

"There's my good girl. That wasn't so hard, was it?" Aaron teased you, beginning to move his finger up and down your folds. You squirmed some more, groaning.

"N- No, sir," you stuttered out, allowing your body to be taken over by bliss.

Aaron took that as a sign to keep going, your hands still pinned above your head as he snuck a finger inside of you. Your back arched on the door behind you as your body shook for him, and you whined.

Aaron smiled at you, pressing his lips to yours in a wild frenzy of tongues mixing together, lips working each other's to no end. You were helpless to Aaron, unable to do much else but bask in the pleasure he was providing for you.

Aaron raised his head to your ear, bowing down to your level just to whisper to you. "You look so pretty like this, doll. All needy for me," he whispered in his deep voice. Your brain was beginning to fog up with your growing need to hear more of his voice.

"I love being able to do this to you," he chuckled, kissing the spot just below your ear. "Knowing you're all mine. That no one else can see you like this."

As his words fell from his tongue like honey, his fingers moved quicker, eager to make you feel good. You looked up at him, your eyes half-lidded as you licked your lips. "I- I'm all yours, Aaron. God, I'm yours."

"Damn straight, doll," said Aaron deeply, his voice raspy as he responded to you.

It was embarrassing how quickly you needed to come. But, fuck, that's what Aaron Hotchner would do to anyone, and you weren't afraid to acknowledge that.

As Aaron felt your walls closing around his finger, he looked down at you, knowing what was impending. "Mmm, you gonna come on my fingers, doll?"

"Y- Yes, sir," you moaned out, dizzy with desire. "Please, God, please don't stop."

That was the last thing on his mind.

You rode out your high with a blissful passion as Aaron pumped his fingers in and out of you, kissing you and whispering to you as you came all over his hand.

Aaron finally released your wrists when you came undone, and removed his finger from your cunt. Like he'd always done, he sucked his fingers dry, leaving you breathless at the view.

"I love you so much, sweet girl," Aaron smiled at you, using the hand that had been pinning you down to brush hair out of your face. You smiled up at him.

"I love you, too."

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[g4l4xy-qu33n]

Hello! So I'm new to your blog and I have to say that I LOVE it already, keep it up! :D

I don't rlly know if you're taking requests rn, but oh well, worth a shot. Can I request some platonic or romantic (it doesn't rlly matter) hcs with TADC Caine? I just can't get over this silly man and I'd like to read more about him!

Hi!! Yes, requests are open! (I should probably specify that - sorry!)

Also tysm!! It's so nice to hear that someone likes my blog &lt;3

A/N: I've never written for the silly teeth man before, but his personality came really easily to me - for some reason. Of course, as usual, these are all my personal headcanons for him, so please please please don't get mad at me if I 'got something wrong'. And also, this is written with afab reader in mind, but it can apply for any gender reader you like, as no pronouns or specific descriptions are used!

Warnings: Mentions of smut, and smutty activities. Apart from that, nothing but pure fluff and showman-style romance!

Romantic Headcanons for Caine!

(I couldn't think of anything I could write for platonic, I'm a lot better at romantic-)

Starting off, I definitely think that Caine is a romantic type. (What showman wouldn't be?)

Caine would favour you over all the other circus members, and deny it if he gets called out.

He would exempt you from adventures that you don't want to do, and instead take you out for a fancy candlelit meal at the digital restaurant shown in the pilot.

Think fancy wines, lavish suits or dresses, romantic jazz music played by a digital band, and candles. Tons and tons of candles just floating while you two eat the best digital food of your life.

And dessert? Angle Food Cake of course, made specially by him or bubble.

You'd dance to the music, ballroom style, with a few dips and extra special moves included.

Every time you would go out with him, he'd give you a gift. Maybe a fancy brooch, or a piece of jewellery encrusted with jewels and plated by gold.

Fancy outfits are also to be expected.

You'd be given the luxury of a larger, more secluded bedroom as well!

The bed would be adorned with silk sheets and a bed canopy, most likely in red to remind you of him.

And I'm not sure if you want nsfw, but the nights you guys would spend in that bed would be fun, to say the least.

He'd happily indulge whatever you're into. Ai's are always wanting to learn new things, after all.

He'd spoil you rotten, both in bed and out.

When it comes to affection, he's a good mix of a lot of different types of affection.

As stated above, he's a gift giver, but also big on acts of service.

He's a big believer in words of affirmation, but not too often. Don't wanna give you an ego. (Although with the way he treats you, I feel like you would already have one depending on your personality)

He would love calling you pet names. Traditional ones are his favourite, like darling, honey, lovely, dove, doll, etc.

When it comes to physical affection, he'd probably draw the line at holding hands and cuddles. Heck, even cuddles would be a bit too far sometimes. Maybe just an arm swung over your shoulder when you're watching a movie? Sure... you can lean into him as well, just not too far, okay?

And kisses are... a challenge. Depending on how you look in the digital world, kisses may be manageable. He has no lips over his teeth though, so if you really want to kiss him... uh, try your best. (Maybe just kiss his teeth?)

He'd definitely get flustered if you initiate anything or give him a gift, though.

Like he'd be all confident one second, and the next he'd be flustered and stuttering at your kindness.

He would also display your gift with pride for the whole circus to see!

That's the only thing the circus members'll see, though.

Caine would be fine being affectionate with you in private (if not too much) but in front of the others the furthest he would go when it comes to affection is pet names, or maybe flashing you a wink.

Not that the others really care though. I feel like they'd all be pretty indifferent to it, no matter how much affection you guys show.

If you bug him about it, he'd probably give in. Eventually.

AAA I'm so sorry I took so long! Home life has been crazy, but I don't really see that as an excuse-

And I hope you see this and like it! (And I'm also sorry it's a bit short-)

-Galaxy

[mountainashes]

Do you have any UD as adults hcs? (Like middle ageish)

Ooo hi!

Okay, again not rlly strict or clear ones, but I like to think about it. That being said, I'm mostly coming up with it as I go along. I'm just gonna answer this with every character as if nothing bad happened to them so I can include the Washingtons- I hope thats ok, if not I can do a post game one I'm sure all I think abt is this game.

Jess

I like to think she would become a model like she wants to be.

Also maybe an actress in some of Josh's films lol. I think she'd be good at it.

Honestly job wise I think she just does whatever she feels like, she's a very free and funloving person.

She visits Em at her work all the time, they have their lunch together.

She has a german shepard dog.

Ash

Ashley works on her books, which are mostly like crime-mystery type stories.

She often goes over Josh's scripts with him.

She works at a coffee shop in a mall because she just likes the vibe of sitting and writing in a café on her breaks.

She has pet ferrets.

Sam

She works at an animal shelter while also volunteering with conservation charities and stuff.

She's athletic and does runs and stuff for fundraising for charity.

She's hard to make plans with because she's always up to something, always busy. But she makes sure to be free for when the Washingtons host a get-together at the lodge :)

Em

She works assistant manager at a clothing store, and she is in her ELEMENT.

Crochets in her spare time.

Sometimes does hikes with Sam.

Always changing her hairstyle, she's definitely braver when it comes to her style and doing what she wants.

She has a cat.

Beth

Does soundtracks for things, she's very into her music. Often Josh will get her for his films.

She's a music teacher on top of that, just because I think it'd be funny.

She gets really into gardening, grows fruit + veg and uses it when she makes any meals.

That said she also gets into cooking and sometimes hosts dinners with family or friends.

Han

Still into her weird hobbies (bug keeping, doll collecting).

She works with Josh all the time and helps with concept art and stuff. (Shes artsy as well to me).

Spends a lot of time up at Blackwood, works there when it's open. She's a ski instructor.

She also collects bones and feathers and stuff up there.

She joins Sam on a lot of her hikes/runs as well.

Plans and hosts the Feburary lodge hangouts.

Josh

He does film writing/directing, much like his dad.

His movies are much more psychological horror whereas his dad's were more ur slasher-type horror.

He spends pretty much all his free time with his friends and family, his own home is basically abandoned 90% of the time.

Often helps Ashley go over her writing as well.

Him and Jess drive out into the woods at random times to walk and chat, usually trading updates on their friends' lives and stuff.

Mike

Sort of like Jess, he just does whatever.

I can see him working with dogs tbh, maybe with Sam at the shelter. He deals with the larger breeds specifically.

He has a collie dog he goes everywhere with pretty much.

He also likes to show up and bother Em at her work. Lol.

Matt

He becomes a P.E teacher at the same place Beth is a music teacher.

He often goes to Blackwood when Hannah's there and they ski and hike together.

He goes on roadtrips with Ashley and Josh, he's usually driving while they get pictures and stuff for inspiration. They have gotten lost a LOT.

Chris

He does app design, most of his work is from home.

He's often with Josh, and does help with any technical stuff for Josh.

Ashley and Josh like to drag him out into the sun every now and again, because otherwise he would likely happily sit behind a screen all day.

I think I'll leave this now, I hope its ok. Thanks for the ask :D

[skunkes]

sorry if this is a silly question but do you like. sit down and talk with your ocs in your head? and they tell you about themselves? how do you get them to reveal information....i am begging mine to let me know them orz

I do! In several different ways ^_^ the trick is to think of yourself as a character in your brain theater... ill mostly be explaining thru examples and using silly language ^_^ and its more How I Do It vs a how to....

"Sitting down and talking to em" interrogation style only happens before they're fully formed. when talon still didnt have very many traits it was like we were in a white room with 2 chairs... although you COULD make a scenario out of this its usually the Before for me. final tweaks in the form of basic traits and info before sending em out for further development

the way i get ocs to tell me about themselves is more thru actions! with talon I "locked him in a room" with al in the form of imagining how they'd meet. because I set it in talon's decrepit home with no running water or electricity, there come questions like. would he be accommodating? would he explain the vampirism or just rely on flashing his fangs or hiding them until its time to bite? these arent questions i actually went into the scenario having, but as you Play Dolls its questions that get answered anyway, ykwim? (although you could also go into the simulation (lol) with questions you want answered!) And its your brain so you can do as many takes and tweaks as you want, and things develop as you imagine the same thing, or different things, which all inform a character.

Scenarios could be anything. Im a serial daydreamer so anything goes depending on how bored I am or what im doing... and just like with real people, every scenario is a way to learn more about somebody...! It's like improv in your brain as you think up how they'd react and respond to things, and what they'd say. But also, going with your oc to the grocery store or a restaurant or to slay a dragon could give you insight into their behavior but likely not any info about their trauma or whatever, just like real people (but it also depends on the person) (and the oc!)

I DO have "sit down and talk" scenarios once i feel ive learned enough standard, early level friendship stuff about em though. It's much fun if you set the scene in your mind to mimic a real life Deep Conversation session. Sitting in the backyard on those plastic chairs, or aimless car ride at night. right now the one I keep going back to is just. Loafed in bed when you're really sleepy and just starting to say anything about anything and maybe get a little sentimental. sometimes its just me talking but I obvs have the ability to imagine how he'd be interpreting that in his brain, ykwim?? You play several roles at once I guess. It's like the sims, switching back and forth between povs, but the level of immersion i get into never feels like I'm Making Them Say It, it just feels natural at that point because I've learned enough.

There's also information that's shared by you figuring out what they'd Think (as above) vs what they say which is also fun characterwise... AND ALSO while im daydreaming scenarios I do multiple takes to find their voice. Like, I'm an overexplainer, a detailed therapy-speak-er. Sometimes I catch myself giving ocs that Voice and I have to do a retake. Like hold on, Talon would NOT be introspective. He wouldn't share all that shit I just "made" him say even if it is true and now I know about it. He'd say something insanely vague and confusing if anything at all. Let's take it from the top. etc

It rlly is about immersion! You have to have fun with it! Sometimes it's so Real to me that I genuinely can't develop an oc further because I cant make something up for them and they wont "tell me", which means I just have to spend more time with em I guess! or maybe need to leave em alone for a bit. or maybe ill never know (<- which also tells me about em!) just like real people. treat the fake people like real people in your fake dollhouse brain theater sims lot puppet show simulation.... also i added more in the tags bc i didnt know where to put it in the main txt 😭

[child-ofdust]

assigning fidget toys to my f/os because umm :3 i just got two new 1s in the mail abd its on my brain

OK!!! Starting w/ sam first

in general i don't think he fidgets a lot. he jst...doesn't really need to, any stimming is done through his wings & that's usually good enough but if he were to pick up anything from my collection it would be fingears !!! i think his favorite way of fidgeting with them would be spinning in his non-dominant while working on a new script or something similar:-)

bella time

SLUGS. this isnt even a question i know she would love those slugs, i don't think she's a noise person like me i think she'd just like the act/feeling of throwing something around like a rag doll w/o getting in trouble for it. kind of similar to sam, i don't think she rlly has the need or want to fidget, she gets bored rather quickly and that carries over to fidget toys

caesar

maybe i'm projecting. idc. but he loves tangles & knucklebones. anything he can roll/move around his hand, especially the top knuckle area (ME TOO!!!). i also think he'd be partial to pop-its but specifically the squishy bubble-like ones (this doesn't make sense & idk how else to explain it help but it's silly and reminds me of bubbles)

ok i know joseph isn't like 'officially' an f/o but i can't selfship w caesar if his boyfriend jose isn't here so..

another rlly easy one, begleris. i don't know ehat else to say help i wanted to make this post specifically because of this part lol. not rlly a fidget toy but i think he'd just enjoy spinning pens n stuff in general. OH AND FIDGET SPINNERS!!!

hol horse

i accidentally exited out while writing jfhdu so oopsie. rewrite Tl;dr - hol would definitely just use his emperor to fidget. if this was a non-stand au he'd love those silly little clickers in the shape of revolvers hffu i know it...

dio

dio dio dio... gah. He could use anythign and also nothing help i dont think he's a fidgeter, that seems 'beyond' him in a sense. but i know i could get him on the fidget toy train i know it. like, bike chain fidgets

am i projecting again? maybe!!! but bike chains r so ... flippy... easy to hide, pretty quiet too so basically unnoticeable/mindless. i think he'd default to flipping 'em w/o even noticing while doing one of his villain monologues.

also just. since im talking abt bike chains rn, i think rohan would also use them! but also just small clickers & anything he can use in his non-dominant hand in general while he works on his manga:3

[rosesrflo]

Hi! Sorry for bothering you, I'm new to your account and I don't know if your requests are open. But if they are, can I request Sebastian, William, Sherlock and Louis seeing y/n in lingerie and how would they react? Thank you so much! Have a nice day and take care!!

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Feats; Sebastian, William, Sherlock, Louis (MTP). Genre; NSFW

Prompt; ❛❛Don’t mind me, just enjoying the view.❞ Warnings; a bit handsy but not smut, painfully long, fem!reader/AFAB

Desc; IN WHICH you showcase some interesting outfits for your partner, if only you knew what you do to them. Don’t worry, they’ll let you know with some intimate explanations.

A/N; Of course, lovely! I enjoyed writing this but a few scenarios are rlly long, and I apologise if some characters are a bit ooc (sorry if it’s too/too less smutty), have a good day/night and enjoy! <3

SEBASTIAN;

This man is thirsty asf

What can he say? Force of habit.

What can he say? Force of habit.

If this is what he’s like on a normal basis, you can imagine what he’s like when things get hot, he cannot believe that you think you can wear an alluring lingerie without him at least touching you.

But he must say, black looks good on you.

So much that Sebastian pounces the moment he lays eyes on your figure, his hands hooked underneath your exposed thighs, lifting you against the nearest wall with a smirk etched upon his face as he presses surprisingly soft kisses against your neck.

You’ve dug a hole for yourself, you’re definitely not getting out of this one and the next few hours will be rough.

A muffled squeal fell from your captured lips, Moran’s hands travelled over your body, the fat of your thighs spilled from his tight grip that held you upright, “Well aren’t you a pretty thing?” His eyes hungrily scanned your expression.

“And all for me..” The skimpy fabric hugged your physique in a way that he didn’t dare look away, you looked down at him through lidded lashes, if you knew this was how he’d react, you would have worn lingerie earlier.

Sebastian lowered you onto the floor although his hands didn’t leave you once and continued his onslaught of hickeys to your bared neck. A heated blush crawled onto your cheeks at the sensation, “Not here-! Someone might see us.”

Your request was blatantly tossed aside as he only pressed on, hands trailing from your thighs to more sensitive parts, “Big talk for someone walking around in that.” He pulled away proudly to observe the darkening marks on your neck; ever shameless, Moran doesn’t give a damn whether anyone catches sight.

Not when you’re all dolled up just for him, in fact, he dares them to look at you.

WILLIAM;

How can he resist you?

Revealing, red silk cupped your features perfectly, it was clear as day that you had no idea what filthy thoughts were racing through William’s head at the moment.

Even though his face doesn’t break its charming facade, his heart beats a little faster than usual, and is that a tint of red on his ears?

Your little showcase was slowly yet effectively testing his patience.

Liam isn’t usually a sexually frustrated person, well that was until you dragged him into your shared bed chambers to rate a few rather seductive outfits.

His crimson irises rake up and down you, admiring how irresistible you appeared, every model pose sent his mind into a blurred frenzy - the feeling of your hands balancing on his shoulders as you leaned in to ask him for his thoughts.

Your body barely grazed his and if you lent in just a little further you’d be touching him, just a little closer and he would..-

The ornamented cup of tea clinked throughout the quiet room as Liam lifted it from its porcelain plate to his parted lips. But of course this all served as a minor distraction, the main focus was you, his gaze was half hazed as the straps slid over your bare body.

He wished to rip it off of you in the very moment.

After an anticipated pause, you shyly stepped forwards, hands cusped behind your back, “What about this one..? I like the coverage but it isn’t red..” Mindless mutters cut him off before he could reply.

“You look ravishing, either way.” You blinked at his double meaning compliment, a sweet smile formed on your lips in thanks. William on the other hand was undressing you imaginatively, you were so pure.

Turning away from him, you loosened the straps holding your outfit together, hues of blush heated your cheeks as you tried to undo the bra straps but ultimately failed, “Ah-Liam could you help me with..-“ Gesturing to your situation.

Liam’s beverage had long since gone cold, placing it onto the plate, he watched you nervously saunter towards him. Your hands clasped onto his shoulders for balance whilst he skillfully unclasped your bra straps, he had done this too many times to count. He swallowed audibly.

The lingerie was only just covering you, unconsciously, he held the small of your back and lightly urged you onto his lap; you gasped as he slid the clothing off of your shoulders, his eyes wandered to your exposed assets.

“May I kiss you, darling?” William’s tone was laced with lust as you steadied yourself.

What came after was certainly more than just a kiss.

SHERLOCK;

It was a stuffy night.

and It wasn’t exactly your intention to dress up for Sherlock, it was just so unbearably warm that you simply couldn’t wear anything else.

Unbeknownst to you, the minute he sees you in such revealing clothing, you’ll be even more hot and stuffed; except this time with his cock.

It was late into the night when Sherly received a bit of a gift as he finally retired to his room. You were a sight to behold say the least - all curled up in his bedroom, dark blue fabric danced hazardously across your body.

Unlike the others, Sherlock doesn’t immediately jump to sexual conclusions, no, he admired you. How lucky was he for catching a divine being like you?

He watched your sleeping figure for a few minutes, his eyes glinted with nothing short of admiration, you were absolutely heavenly, especially in that.

Admirations soon faded into lust.

A huff escaped Sherlock as he quickened his pace towards 221B, the sky was midnight blue and the finished cigarette in his hand didn’t ease any thoughts about you. His breathe hitched upon pacing inside the silent flat, everyone was asleep.

Wasting no more time idly standing around, Sherlock started his way to your shared room; the room air was humid, the largest window was far open and you were snoozing as peaceful as ever.

However, his eyes seemed to linger on your sleeping form, but it wasn’t a surprise - your body seemed almost nude if not for the lingerie, bed covers were strewn everywhere except you and the pale moonlight shon down onto your (s/c) skin.

You tossed in your sleep, sensing another person in the room. Sherly knelt by the bed before gently cupping your face, “Now what do we have here, (n/n)?” The familiar scent of cigars and faint cologne, accompanied with his cockney accent woke you from your slumber.

Rubbing sleep from your eyes, you blinked at Sherlock’s smirking face, “You’re back, Sherly.” He drew a figurative line with his index finger from your neck, between your breasts, “I’m back.”

“What are you wearing at this hour?” You averted your eyes at the query, “Not that I mind.” He lent in to press a kiss to your neck, despite his vague actions - it was quite obvious to you what would occur next.

“Please be gentle, Sherly, ‘m tired.”

LOUIS (SMUT WARNING);

Contrasting this man’s modest appearance, he’s probably the most sexually active excluding Moran.

Not on his own account but because he just can’t keep his hands off of you.

Have you seen yourself? He tries not to think about your body but it affirmatively fails every time you show him one of your revealing outfits.

It makes his mind go brrr, the way it cups your breasts, your thigh high socks don’t help your alibi either, by the time he’s finished with you - you’ll be a mewling mess, bite marks littering your inner thighs.

Yes he’s a biter.

But don’t worry, Louis is an absolute gentleman and awfully good at it, he’ll have you screaming in no time flat.

All that can be said is, good luck.

“I advise you to be quiet, my lady.”

A silent gasp escaped your plush lips as your head fell into the fluffy pillows, Louis’ hands pinned your legs in the air to ensure you didn’t move whilst he worked on your pretty cunt.

Lace, blue garments were pushed aside your left lip, he wanted to devour you in such an outfit that captured your complete charm. Mewls vibrated in your throat, his tongue flickered kitten laps against sensitive nerve bundles.

Despite the situation at hand, a polite smile eased his features once his teeth catch your little bud and you looked just about to pass out, all fucked out. Using one hand to spread your sopping pussy, he pressed two digits into your entrance and he almost came on the spot from how tight you were clenching.

Pushing them in a few more times, you cried out his name as your back near arches off of the bed, “That’s the spot, isn’t it?” Louis leaned in to taste more of your essence, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as his lips suckle your swollen clit.

Your legs kick upwards the closer you came to the edge of release, and it wasn’t until then does he realise how hard you were cumming, “Looking so lovely…dressed up in such obscene attire..”

He pulls away breathlessly after you slowly came down from the mind blowing high, your eyes squeezed shut and body trembling. Louis gazed down at the art piece he dubbed you, lightly pecking your forehead, how sinfully gorgeous..

“As you were, my lady.”

[starrycrim]

*runs to ur front door and politely knocks on it* does your reborn ocs have a theme for their pkm teams/any reason for specific pokemon? i am v curious

pls feel free to knock the door in anytime <3

ok this is a fun one!! lemme go one at a time

Emery- (Delphox, Ninetales, Heliolisk, Volcarona, Lilligant, Espeon)

emi has a sun team! Fennekin is their starter, they love fire types and they just found it really cute (among some other reasons! it has a rlly affectionate personality yet little bit of a mischievous streak, and they just fell in love). they have some other members of their team that Don't Make It (spoilers) that aren't mentioned here as well-- this is just their final team. they prefer Fire-types but they're pretty largely sun-themed as a character and their team reflects that!

Rowan- (Gardevoir, Umbreon, Absol, Delphox, Meowstic-M, Thievul)

they're the opposite end of the spectrum as Emi-- largely moon-inspired. they specialize mainly in psychic and dark although they aren't a specialist for those types by any means, it just kind of happened to shake out that way for them. their starter was Also Fennekin (which comes in handy when they're hitchhiking with Emi when she picks a starter) and they have a really strong bond as they've been together for so long. Absol is probably her signature mon though, just as it's the one she uses most often/Mega Evolves.

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Soleil- (Primarina, Mimikyu, Sylveon, Gengar, Togekiss, Rotom)

they're a ghost/fairy specialist! they actually originated when a friend and I picked dual monotypes for each other to do in a monorun and I decided to make an OC out of it. they're rather fond of ghosts as they love history, and ghost-type Pokemon tend to hang around those kinds of historical sites. they also found that ghosts were often pretty friendly to her and tended to be misunderstood, so she took a liking to them. fairies they just really like. it started when their Eevee evolved unintentionally into a Sylveon-- they just loved it at first sight.

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Lyra- (Minior, Cosmog, Clefable, Beheeyem, Starmie, Musharna, Deoxys)

lyra actually originated just because I'm a really big sucker for space and galaxy themes and wanted to design an OC based on that! there's a lot of interesting space/alien/star-aligned Pokemon, so their team is based on that. they're also primarily a reserve psychic leader, so Minior and Clefable usually act as wild cards during battles. Deoxys and Cosmog xe don't get until postgame, and Cosmog eventually evolves into a Lunala (although it's just a Cosmog for a pretty long time because they don't fight with it and xe thinks it's Too Dang Cute).

Niko- (Rotom, Hoopa, Noivern, Zoroark, Polteageist, Toxtricity)

his team is largely based around theme of electricity and sound and his arcade theme rather than any one type! Noibat -> Noivern was a gift from Arc, and they often fix machinery in the nightclub together with their Rotom. Zoroark comes in handy when they have to disguise themself when going down to Seventh with Arc, and Toxtricity helps with the music in the club obviously. she has the same kinda mischievous personality as Hoopa, so that's totally something she'd pick up in postgame.

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Shira- (Gardevoir, Sylveon, Ribombee, Alolan-Muk, Salazzle, Roserade)

shira's team has undergone a few changes since I usually update my OCs in either design or lore a decent amount, lmao-- they're largely a poison and fairy specialist now. eevee was their first Pokemon, and they barely knew anything about Pokemon at the time, so she didn't have any special stones or know about any specific evolution conditions for it, so it ended up evolving into Sylveon due to their high levels of friendship and it happened to know Baby-Doll Eyes (Shira is not immune to the puppy eyes). Gardevoir was a gift from Soren, who has Gallade-- while Roserade was a gift from Ace and Taka.

Soren- (Silvally, Porygon-Z, Gallade, Delphox, Rotom, Froslass)

their team is more based specifically on technology as it's their specialty, with a few exceptions-- Snorunt was their starter, but Type:Null is their signature mon. they ended up finding Null abandoned and hurt before they joined meteor and attempted to heal it back to health-- it just started following them around after that. Gallade is a counterpart specifically to Shira's Gardevoir, while Delphox was a gift from Ace. they're originally from Ametrine, so that's where they ended up finding Snorunt as their first Pokemon within the mountains :>

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as for nicknames, I like it when characters nickname Pokemon, and it's in character for every one of my OCs-- just for different reasons-- so they do all nickname their team members as well. let me know if you're curious about those, I just didn't want to make the post too long :>

[a-he-gao]

Hi love <3 was hoping to get a ran x reader where reader feels super down and upset w herself cuz she studies rlly hard but it still just doesn’t make sense in her head and she feels big dumb ;; sorry if this is a tad sad I been feeling this way myself so if u don’t feel up to writing it I understand! Thank you for ur hard work n beautiful writing 🥰🥰💖

Big Brain

Ran x Reader

Tw: None really. Soft Ran?

Notes: I'm sorry its short and not very well written. I've been so busy and am writing this after 2 days no sleep. Yay insomnia.

Your textbook slams heavily to the floor as you bury your face in your hands. You thought throwing it would make you feel a bit better, but no, there it was, the book laying there, mocking you it felt like. You usually do so well, but after studying for hours the words were mushing together, jumbling, becoming absolute static in your mind. "Well well, looks like my doll needs a break." You quickly look up towards your door to see your boyfriend Ran smirking at you. "Ran, babe, not now. I'm exhausted from all this damn book work." You grumbled as he sauntered your way, picking the book up off the floor. "Babe, you need a break, been studying all damn day. Let's go get a bite to eat, yeah?" You gently take the book from his hands and gently shake your head. "Thank you babe, but no. I have to finish. Even if I'm to stupid to make sense of any of this shit." Suddenly the book is yanked from your hands and your eyes meet Rans soft concerned ones. "Y/N I don't ever want to hear you say that shit again. You're the smartest person I know. I love you. What you need is a break. Some food. Some sleep. And some of my kisses." He laughs, teasingly. You shyly grin up at him, wrapping your arms around his waist. "You really think that highly of me? You think I'm smart?" His hands gently rub your back, "Yes I do. You're always there for me, with good advice, I may not always listen to it but you're always right." He laughs as you playfully shove him away. "So yeah, you're my big brain Y/N. The only thing stupid you could do is NOT come get dinner with me." You laugh, standing to grab your jacket and Rans hand. "Well let's go. Cant lose my Big Brain status."

[stealinghero]

Can I get a male student/villain bnha matchup? I have red hair and light brown eyes. Ambivert, lil bit more introverted. I'm blunt and can be snarky somEtimes. I'm pretty funny and have a flexible sense of humor. I often act overdramatic, but I'm actually indifferent with most things. I'm usUalLy brave and carefree but sometimes I get rlly anxious 👉👈 I love listening to music and sing a lot. I get lost in thought a lot and I'm pretty smart but sometimes do stupid things. Just curiosity.

Let’s see who’s waiting in line to take you home:

Tokoyami.

What the... I don’t quite understand the chemistry you two have, but it is there and it’s great. ô_O

He is a pessimistic goth bird but mainly because he thinks too much about everything. Having you by his side takes a lot of weight from his shoulders and he can concentrate on the more important tasks.

He really likes your “I don’t care” attitude and tries to learn from you not to overthink everything. With you he smiles more often and even laughs!! Your way of being a bit overdramatic has him laughing the most because he knows the real you.

If you should get anxious there is not only him but also Dark Shadow on your side to lift your spirits. And while Shadow cracks jokes to make you laugh, Fumikage will just hug you to show he’s with you even if he lacks the right words to cheer you up.

Most of the time you two will be found in the quiet corner of the living room reading and listening to music and whenever you sing along with the song, one can see Tokoyami smile. It’s endearing to see you two.

Dabi

He doesn’t LIKE you. He tolerates you the most. You two have no relationship at all but he drags you around like his doll. It’s disturbing to see you two spacing out next to each other because it will end in at least 5 peple dead. He often pushed your buttons because it’s “funny” to make you irritated but if you have a snarky response to his bullshit, he’s actually pouting. Be snarky to someone else and he might crack a grin, joining you in VERBALLY roasting the other person (it might end up in actual roasting, depending on the situation)