#and leave the lets play for when im done w/ the game............... :/

[hazardsoflove]

i do really love how your choices from other da games affect inquisition so much because it turned my warden and alistair’s love story into a horrible tragedy against my will

[riki-riks-chick]

HIII im sorry forr requesting this again i just love how u write, can u make another non affectionate niki? where his affectionate gf stops being clingy bc niki is annoyed with it yet he got jealous when he saw his gf pat or hug someone

Cling To Me ┃N.RK

non-affectionate!riki x affectionate!reader

riki gets upset bc yn isn't being clingy like usual and she's giving the other guys attention instead.

cw: fluff! jealous riki, kisses, hugs, riki secretly likes yn's clinginess.

wdct: 858

don't be srry for requesting again bc I'm lowkey obsessed w non-affectionate riks too. the first one was originally js for me but now im obsessed.

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Third Person POV~

Today you had plans with Riki and his friends, so you got up early, wanting to shower before he got up so you could make sure he had breakfast. He often skips so sometimes you have to semi-force him.

You took a quick shower, wearing some sweats and a loose tank top, and setting your outfit out to put on once you finished getting ready.

You made breakfast, a simple meal consisting of some fluffy pancakes, and some fruit. You also poured two glasses of orange juice, setting the table before heading back to the bed room to wake Riki.

"Riki.. Wake up.." You shake his arm, pushing his hair out of his face as he groaned. "Hm?..." His eyes flutter open as he gazes at you. You chuckle. "Get up... I made breakfast."

He sits up, stretching before getting out of bed and following you to the kitchen.

He mumbles a sleepy thank you before eating, albeit slowly.

"After you're done eating we can leave once we're both ready." You mumble as he nods. "Okay.." There's little conversation as you both finish eating, and Riki offers to do the dishes while you finish getting ready.

Once your hair and makeup is done, you put your planned outfit on which consisted of a pretty top Riki had bought for you and some jeans.

After finishing the dishes, Riki took a shower, spending minimal time getting ready, and once he finished, you both left.

The car ride to the arcade was short, and Riki had tried holding your hand and placing his hand on your thigh through out, but you rejected both actions by ignoring him.

He was confused because of how unlikely that was of you, but he tried to ignore it, not wanting to read too much into it.

When you finally got to the arcade, Riki opened your door for you, and you smiled, giving him a kiss to his cheek as a thank you.

The two of you walked in, immediately spotting Jungwon, Sunghoon, and Heeseung who were standing near the prize counter.

"Hey, guys." Jungwon greets as you and Riki walk over. He gives you a hug which you gladly return, making Riki pout. He gets even more upset when Sunghoon and Heeseung hug you too.

Now that he's thinking, you didn't give him a kiss or a hug when you woke him up, which is highly unlike you. And he can't tell if you're mad at him or not because you still made breakfast and you gave him a kiss on the cheek just a few minutes ago. It's all really confusing.

Once the rest of the guys get to the arcade, you all start playing games, and for the most part, you stick to Jay. And it's no surprise to Riki because you and Jay get along well and you call him your dad as a joke since he treats you like a kid and spoils you the same way he spoils everyone else.

But it's clear something is wrong when you guys leave the arcade, heading to a restaurant that you all wanted to eat at, and you don't sit next to Riki.

Not wanting to argue or make a scene, he decides to let it go, but it kills him everytime he glances around the table and he sees you giggling with Sunghoon and Sunoo. For some reason it irks him that he's not the one with your attention.

He finds himself wondering if you ever feel like this, and if it's one of the reasons you're so keen on affection, but he still can't wrap his mind around your reason for avoiding him today.

This bothers him until you get home, and you're both quiet as you change, getting comfy for the night. You're taking off your makeup and doing your skincare, but Riki is already on the bed, a pout set on his lips.

He waits until you finally climb onto the bed to glance at you. "Are you mad at me?..." He asks as you look over at him, confusion settling on to your face.

"No, why?.." You question as he sighs. "You've been ignoring me all day.. And you haven't hugged or kissed me at all, even when you woke me up this morning."

You chuckle at his words. "I didn't think you would care.. Usually you call me clingy when I'm all over you throughout the day." You mumble as he sighs. "That doesn't mean I don't like it... I was suffering all day because I thought you were upset with me. I went all day without a single hug or kiss from you."

You laugh at how pouty and adorable he is, moving to hug him, before pulling back to pepper kisses all over his face and then his lips.

He smiles, deepening the kiss, his large palm cupping your jaw. He eventually pulls away with a smile. "Please don't ignore me again.. I want you to cling to me.."

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[bratbby333]

oh em GEEEE IMAGINE GAMER BF SUKUNA WANTING TO PLAY MINECRAFT W YOU BUT HES STUBBORN SO HE DOESNT ADMIT IT BUT YOU CATCH HIM PLAYING BY HIMSELF ON HIS OWN PC AND YOU TEASE HIM SAYING HE COULDVE JUST ASKED 💔💔💔💔💔

gamer!bf sukuna fluff—sfw !! cw: language. smau + blurb

with a quick kiss on your forehead, sukuna informs you he’s running competitive games on COD for a cash prize and emphasizes that he needs you to leave him alone so he can focus. god, he can be such a diva.

you’ve been curled up on the couch for an hour or so, aimlessly scrolling through your phone. sukuna is holed up in the office, most likely talking shit and being a menace online.

a brief yell echoes through your apartment, followed by a quick slam of his fists against his desk.

“im done with this shit,” he exclaims, most likely quitting the game he was in. it seems he didn’t win his competition.

you giggle to yourself, shaking your head. you find it amusing how angry he gets during his games. but, you do feel a bit bad that he lost, so you decide to invite him to a voice call on discord.

as you navigate to your private chat with him, you watch as his status changes from “playing COD” to…wait. that can’t be right…minecraft? no way. that’s impossible.

you give it 30 minutes to see if it was just an accidental click. when you check back, his status remains the same.

you smirk as you open up your messages, eager to see if he’ll confess.

you giggle to yourself as you stand from the couch, taking quick steps down the hall.

as you push open the office door, a cheeky grin can’t help but pull at your cheeks as you approach him.

you join him at the desk, taking a seat in front of your monitor. “you’re so stubborn, ya know that?”

“i told you not to speak of this ever again,” he muttered, aimlessly walking around minecraft as he waits for your computer to boot up.

“lemme just hear you say it,” you tease.

“say what?” he asks, turning to face you, a look of annoyance on his face at your adamance to continue this conversation.

“you like minecraft,” you replied simply, raising your eyebrows. “just admit it and i’ll never say another word.”

he stared at your for a minute, his jaw clenching and unclenching. with a heavy sigh, he turns back to his monitor, grumbling an almost inaudible, “i like minecraft,” with a roll of his eyes.

but it’s a lie. a dirty little secret. he doesn’t just like it, he loves it. he especially loves how happy you get when the two of you play together, as much as he tries to deny it.

the two of you spend the next three hours running around minecraft. sukuna is clearly enjoying himself, though you can tell he’s attempting to hide it with an abrupt clear of his throat or a quick cough to cover up his laughter.

a warm feeling spins around your stomach, giggling as you watch him fight back a persistent smile the entire time.

an: thank you for your request my sweet anon. this was adorable.

i really want to start doing smau’s ugh they’re just so cute and fun to make. i have a full-length fic coming up that incorporates them into the story!! this is my way of experimenting w that format…please let me know what you think! in a way, i feel like it makes the story more real.

thank you for all your support 🥺🫶🏼 i wanna give every single one of yall a big ole smooch on the forehead

my asks are always open. don’t be shy, drop a suggestion, send feedback, leave a request, or just come say hello! i love talking to yall 💛

likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated !!

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[kagamesayu]

shidou ryusei x bimbo!reader

c/w . implied female reader, implied smut, fluff, shidou ryusei is crazy for you wc: 1 k a/n . shidou ryusei my beloved. literally obsessed with his crazy ass ugh <3 reblogs and comments appreciated ✧*.

pt 1, pt 2

imagine...

shidou who loves every bit of you. your short pink skirt that shows off your panties every time you jump around, your too tight shirts that show off your body and the way you make him feel like the smartest person in the world.

like - no baby, pikachu is not a real animal.

you bounce off each others energies so well, your dynamic is literally popular jock x popular cheerleader. he'd be at games and look for you in the stands, pointing and blowing kisses in your direction. and you'd return them in fervor, shaking your 'ryu-baby you can do it!!!' sign that was decorated with pink glitter and cut-out hearts.

he once flashed his tits to you while sticking his tongue out. you'd almost returned the favour but your friend stopped you. truly lucky for everyone, cause if you had done that ryusei would , firstly, destroy every camera in that stadium and then give everyone concussions because nobody but him could look at your bahonkers.

shidou who adores how your hands look in his. your acrylic nails that leave a delicious sting whenever they touch him beautifully contrast his own dull short nails that you manicured yourself.

"babe you need to look after your nails! at the very least let me paint a base coat!" you'd pout at him, fluttering your pretty eyelashes at him while holding his hands close to your chest.

usually when you went out together he'd hold you by the waist, but every time you get new acrylics he'd hold you by your hands. he loves playing with your nails, feeling the new textures you'd gotten.

he'll let you paint his nails too, makes you promise to get your painted the colour of his tip.

shidou who tells everyone about his beautiful partner. at this point, everybody in the world knew you were together, with how obnoxious he was about your relationship. in every interview he's able to bring you up. doesn't matter if no one asked him, he'll talk about you.

and he almost always gives them a little too much info.

"what i think of the other team? think they all suck. saw one of them lookin' at m' doll and i was gonna knock 'im out! i mean - i get it. they're fuckin' hot but they're mine."

"o-ok, well-"

"ya'll know about us right? i'm taken by her," he shows a polaroid picture of you he put on the back of his phone. "and she's mine. she's so cute too, almost sued dog treat companies cause she thought they were made from actual dogs."

"yes, let's move on-"

"and look - she painted my nails. painted them the colour of m' eyes."

"alright that's cute-"

"she painted hers the colour of my tip-"

"ANYWAYS."

shidou who loves doing makeup with you. yes he only has to do eyeliner, but he loves distracting talking to you while you get yourself ready to go out.

he absolutely adores helping you put on lip gloss. he has you seat on his lap, a hand holding your jaw while the other holds the applicator. he definitely steals a few kisses first though. wets your lips he says and you just nod along, too dumb to realise that the lip gloss does that for you.

that doesn't mean he doesn't kiss you after applying the gloss though. after making you smack your lips together he dives in like he's going for a goal, sucking and biting your bottom lip. you'd get so angry cause you'll have to clean your makeup up, but he doesn't care too much. he'll just sit there, pink smeared over his lips as you fret over your appearance.

he also loves when you help him draw on his eyeliner. he'll have his chin pressed on your fantastic titties, one of your hands on the back of his head as the other held the liner.

when this happens his eyes always seem to take in your features. the wrinkle of your eyebrows or the way your mouth is slightly open, he loves looking at you.

shidou who has to be pulled back by you every time he gets into a fight. it could be for any reason. they were looking at him funny, they were looking at you periodt, they were getting too close, anything and everything gets him riled up. especially if it involves you. his special little doll he loves so much.

he's got to protect what is his after all.

you'd hold him from behind both hands on his chest as you try to pull him away. "baby they're not worth your time!"

"those fuckers called ya dumb doll! ain't no fuckin' way i'd let that slide!" only he was allowed to call you that. he's growling, dangerous smirk on his face as the veins on his arms and neck stand up. this, you think, is when he's the most sexy.

the only way to stop him is to direct his anger into a different place.

you step closer, pressing your plush breasts against his back, the hand on his chest sliding up to his neck as the other moved to hold his shoulder.

"mm...but baby it's getting really hot here, and i really really want you." you stand on your tippy toes, pouted lips pressing against his ear as you whisper into his it.

his anger almost fully vanishes, gone with the guys who 'insulted' you. now his anger changes to something else, something more...dangerous.

to you, that is. cause you won't be walking for the next few days.

shidou who after tussles with people, lets you nurse him back to health. loves when you play doctor cause he get's all of your attention to himself.

doesn't matter if it's a bruise or if its his cut up knuckles, you tend to all his injuries with loving care. of course, you don't really know what your'e doing but it's the thought that counts! and he won't stop you when you use cute kuromi plasters on his wounds.

yes they are glittery, and pink and cutesy. yes everyone at training talks about how lovesick he looks when he stares at his fingers. but does he care? no.

[azlrse]

➳ unintentionally (a boothill x gn!spouse!reader oneshot)

cw: major angst w/ open ending, reader has a bruise (unintentionally) from their ranger husband, accidental slap (also unintentional), established relationship, married au, lots of apologies and crying present here, ooc boothill (first time writing for him)

a/n: alright, as soon as i saw boothill for the first time, I was like "bet lemme write something for him". he's gonna be ooc cause 1. i didn't play the game yet (cries incompatible tablet) and 2. i am still learning the roots of this game's lore (and him once he's released) lol

!! fic contains sensitive topic, steer clear if this fic ain't your piece of cake !!

"darlin'?" a voice called out in the side of the storage room. "please come out, i-i didn't mean to hit you and im really sorry.." your husband called out for you softly to avoid scaring you further. his constant knocking and coercing you to come out lasted for 5 minutes, making you curl up further within the corner of the walls. "leave me alone.." you meekly spoke, voice still hoarse from your earlier cries as you held your bruised, swollen face.

his constant knocking just faded away as you sobbed, using your free hand to wipe away your snot and tears dripping from your face. if you just steer clear from him and not pestering him because of his anger, you wouldn't be hit and to be screamed by boothil to just leave him alone. you knew that your husband is like a dynamite, ready to explode at any moment due to his occupation. boothill assures you that he will never lay a hand on you, even when the both of you are either arguing or disagreeing over something that's simple and stupid.

but this day, he broke that one promise that kept you safe since the day he asked you out. just because of his anger towards that one outlaw who's on the run for weeks. almost captured but alas, his luck ran out once again as the prisoner kept on taunting him that he will never be caught by him.

boothill, on the other side of the door, won't give up as he waits for you to open the door and letting him treat your bruised lip and swollen cheek. he knows that it's not an excuse for him to let out such anger towards his spouse. guilt kept on creeping through his system, hearing you sobbing telling him to just leave you alone. "im sorry, sugar.." he sadly spoke, reluctantly returning to the sleeping quarters that the both of you shared.

at around 4:30 am, he quietly opens the door of the storage room and looks around to see if you are sleeping soundly; tear stains on your face, a bruised and swollen cheek, and using a rolled towel as your pillow. his heart shattered what he has done to you and knew that he doesn't deserve your forgiveness. he feared that there will be a day that you would leave him all by himself, all because of how he acted towards his own emotions and anger.

boothil scooped you into his arms as your head leaned towards his warm body. he knew that you liked it when you huddled close towards his chest as he placed a chaste kiss on your head. placing you on the shared bed, he cleans your bruises and places an ice pack on the side of you. he stared at your sleeping face for sometime before he murmurs soft apologies to you, even promising that he will never do again.

the soft light from the curtains woke you up from your sleeping slumber after the ordeal last night. 'strange..' you thought to yourself as you saw the ceiling of the bedroom you shared with your husband, not the plain white ceiling from the storage room where you seek safety during your husband's anger episode. you placed a hand on your bruised cheek and felt a small gauze on top of it and a bit of cold from the ice pack he placed on the side of your face last night.

you tried to get off the bed but felt a robotic arm wrapped around your waist. "no, no..." boothill softly murmurs. "five more minutes sugar, needin' you here right now.." a wave of anxiousness just came rushing towards you as you saw your husband on the bed with you, snuggling as he finally woke up from his sleep; his cropped jacket is gone and only had a pair of short as his sleeping attire, his hair smells like newly lit cigarettes from his trip to the saloon yesterday.

if you aren't anxious, you would be flustered of his appearance.

"mornin' sugar.." he softly spoke as he leans in to give you a kiss. afraid, you quickly jumped off the bed and quickly make a beeline for the storage room once again. "w-wait!" his quick reflexes caught your arm. "don't leave me, let's talk it here my love. I know what I did is unacceptable and I'm really sorry for hitting you." Silence looms within the bedroom as you eyes avoided his. "Please.." He pleaded, his eyes soften as guilt crept on his back.

it's up to you to decide of you should stay for him or choosing your own peace...

a/n: not my best work but hopefully you guys liked my take on boothill (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)♡

Do not republish, edit, or repost to other websites. Reblogs and likes are appreciated! 💕

[loudclan-clangen]

(I thought of something funny)

Whenever Owlstar comes back to camp from solo walks, there's just this giant banner at the entrance reading "Welcome Back, Cheater."

Slitsplash swears they didn't put it up, but appreciates whoever did it.

Meanwhile, Fiercestripe is smirking in the background. (She did it)

They’re throwing him a party!

(˃̣̣̥▽˂̣̣̥) These asks all flow together so well I genuinely cannot tell if they are multiple people or just one person who is SO PISSED. Made my night to see these all come in at about 2am. If Owlstar has 100 haters im one of them, if Owlstar has 1 hater it's me, if Owlstar has no haters im dead.

I do! It was actually incredibly comical from my perspective because Eklutna showed up, did fuck all for 5 moons, got pregnant, then promptly died giving birth, to which i went "aw, that sucks" clicked on her kits, and SAW THAT THIER DAD WAS THE LEADER, SOMETHING THAT I DID NOT KNOW COULD HAPPEN. Eklutna didn't even have any romantic like for him, to my recollection, and Owlstar had like maybe a single tick for her? It was really just lucky rng I guess. Owl and Silt actually didn't break up in the game at all, in my original draft for the story, when i was just writing notes as i played, Siltsplash was a lot more... okay with it? Like they were pissed but their personality was a lot more demure so they didn't act on anything really. The exact quote from the draft was: "I won’t lie to you. I’m angry. Starclan, I’m more than angry, I’m furious. I have half the mind to tell you to leave and never come back.” They paused, seeing Owlstar deflate and taking some slight, bitter satisfaction in it before continuing, “But that wouldn’t be fair to those kits. They didn’t ask to be born, much less to you. They deserve to have a family, or as much of it as they are able to have, and starclan help me we’re in this together." It certainly fit with what I knew about them then, but given my ability to look forward and see future events, I decided that a break up made more sense.

Don't be sorry! I am not currently in artfight, I'm considering it but I wouldn't be able to be very active due to school, and I don't want to take another break from this blog so soon after my last, so it's not very high up on my list of priorities. I'm kinda casually working on refs for the more popular characters, so there's a chance I'll get those done and join a team, especially if it's something you guys want me to do. If that happens I'll be sure to let you guys know! I am now in art fight! I gave into peer pressure again. (In a good way).

I don't think even Silt knew. Siltsplash was OUT of it after their conversation with Owlstar, (see: the Eklutna hallucination), and they probably didn't even know where they were headed until they reached the nursery. But after setting eyes on the kits, Siltslpash knew that there was only one option. Yes, they "took the kids in the divorce" but truly they weren't thinking about revenge. They just saw kids who needed something that they could provide.

In terms of writing, though, since I have hundreds of moons of foresight, it was a total bait and switch. I needed to make sure that people had a reason to come back after the break and any comic with kittens in it usually gets a lot of attention, so it was a "marketing" decision to split up the moon the way that I did, in order to make sure that there wasn't too bad of a fall off in interaction for the blog.

In game Eklutna had an affair with Owlstar, died giving birth, and the "died giving birth" event overwrote the "reveal affair" event so technically, in game Owlstar didn't reveal the affair... ever? (Though I had written in my notes that he told Siltsplash who took them as their own). Story wise, Owlstar hadn't planned to tell anyone until the kits started asking about who their father was. Then he would tell them, and would probably reveal it to the clan when they earned their names and were able to become deputy. But, when Eklutna died all that went out the window. For all his faults, Owlstar is not a bad dad, and he would never leave his kits orphaned, even if it would get him in a lot of trouble to do so. He really does care for them, and he feels terrible about how much he's screwed up their lives so far.

He did bad, deitycrows, he did bad. He cheated on his mate and then his affair partner died in childbirth so he's not very popular rn, I've got to be honest.

I don't think it helps at all but, Owlstar did really genuinely like Eklutna! Now, was that because she never opposed him on anything and flattered him with adoring compliments at every opportunity? Possibly. But the "Starclan said" thing was honestly just more of an excuse for him. He woulda had an affair anyway, he just wouldn't have intentionally had kits with her.

:) Eklutna liked... the power that Owlstar held. She liked that he was chosen by Starclan to lead the clan, she liked that his kits are meant to inherit the position of leadership, and she liked that as the mother of his kits she would have a lot of control over both him and the leader after him. As far as his personality... he's kinda a clown but she could live with that.

To be frank: The order of inheritance is ABSOLUTELY FUCKED. If Eklutna had lived, it would be easy. She would take over as deputy until one of the kits was old enough to hold the position. But, since she's dead and Owlstar's only heirs are literal infants, as their adoptive parent Siltsplash is still the deputy for now. What happens when the kits reach adulthood is kinda up for debate. As Owlstar's closest descendant, Songkit should be deputy upon earning his warrior name, BUT Siltsplash is very much against that plan, and the kits might not want to go against their most attentive parent. So the very unhelpful answer is: We have to wait and see what the characters decide.

Thank you so much! I love to hear from first time viewers and see what you guys think of the characters! I'm glad that the dialogue worked so well and Eklutna definitely has Sol vibes! You look at both of them and go "in what world would this plan work the way you wanted it to???"

[murdrdocs]

age gap (r is 18+!); southern coded r; implied domestic violence; fingering MDNI 18+ w/ GARY JOHNSON

the scent of jealousy reeks back at the precinct and it’s fucking with gary’s mindset. he’s been off of his game lately, thrown for a loop since people have been questioning him. to put it short: he's getting sloppy.

he's staring at you more than he's listening to you. he's stuttering over his words, trying desperately to follow the script he's made up in his head.

"so ... uh." he clears his throat and adjusts his position. "how d'you want me to do it?"

how do you want him to do it? what kind of question is that?

he can feel claude and phil wincing in the van.

you don’t question it. you take a breath, and then you take a breather. gary—or grant, as you know him—watches your lips wrap around the straw in your sweet tea. his eyes dip for a second, settling on the red of your bra peeking out beneath your low cut white shirt.

he swallows as your lipstick leaves a mark behind on the paper straw and lifts his eyes just soon enough to meet your gaze.

“i…i think there should be a body. if it wouldn’t get you—us—into too much trouble. not havin’ a body just seems cruel. my momma deserves better. that’s why im doin’ this.”

you speak slowly, meticulously, as if you’re holding off tears. when you sniff, gary pulls a tissue from the dispenser to his left and hands it to you. you wipe under your eyes, uncaring of the mascara you leave smudged behind.

"okay. we're doing this for your momma, yeah?"

you nod, lips pulled into a thin smile. "yeah."

gary shouldn't do this. he's done it once, and the backlash he got was heavy. he shouldn't do it again.

but you're young. you care about your family. he sees the bruise along your wrist and he can only imagine the ones your mother has, likely more severe if he's following the picture you painted for him.

you've told him that you refuse to finish school when she's with him. you refuse to do anything other than work and go home. it's not a life you should be living.

you don't want your stepdad killed. you want your mother liberated. you want liberation.

it wouldn't be right for gary to let you incriminate yourself.

when you turn to the side and reach into your purse, gary stops you. he gives you the spiel, the spiel he shouldn't be giving, but he stops you while you're ahead.

"listen, let's stay here. you can finish your pie and your sweet tea. and then after this, you promise me you'll get someone involved—someone else involved—and you'll get you and your momma out of that house. alright?"

you nodded and gave gary your word.

he paid the tab and left the diner after you.

he got shit for his choice. he defended you as best as he could. he saved two lives that time and then he put it in the past. grant, a good southern boy who said ma'am as pure instinct, was shelved.

until gary got a phone call.

not too far past eight, the summer sun starting to make its descend past the horizon. the cats are fed, gary's fed, his second episode of jeopardy! of the night is playing in the back and then his work phone buzzes against the coffee table. he doesn't have your contact saved, there was no reason to, so he doesn't answer the first time. he didn't know it was you. but when you call again, and he picks up this time, he regrets hitting the red button the first time around.

because you're crying. sniffling and gulping down breaths of air. he can hardly understand what's wrong. he has to ask you to repeat your plea to be picked up at least three times, and even then he's apprehensive.

he's not grant right now. he's gary. sitting on the couch, covered in cat hair, wearing his blue light glasses as he partially reads on his kindle. but you sound so pathetic and gary wants to help you so he slips on a pair of sweatpants and an old college sweatshirt that he thrifted just for grant (UT Austin) and in half an hour he's pulling up outside of your trailer and watching you slip out of a window and run to his car.

he doesn't have anywhere to take you. he asks you if you want to go to a friends place, his fingers nervously tapping against his steering wheel.

you sniffle and gary's taken back to the first time he met you. then, he was wearing a wire. he was sitting in the vicinity of cameras and other people. many things keeping him on his best behavior.

but now he's alone, in his car, with you. a you who has a friends place to go to, but you don't wanna go there yet. a you who asks to grab food from somewhere, but when you get there you sit in the car, unmoving. a you who leans across the console and presses your lips to gary's.

he's not gary anymore. he's never been gary to you, always grant, but right now he's not gary to himself, either.

gary wouldn't kiss a vulnerable younger girl in his car. gary wouldn't entertain the way you slip your tongue into his mouth. gary would shut this down, drop you off, and go home where he would wallow in self pity and copious amounts of guilt.

but grant indulges.

grant slides his seat back and taps his thighs. grant rests his hands on your hips when you straddle him. grant slips your shirt over your head and his hand down your shorts. grant gets you off with his fingers, kissing you through it all, taking in the salty taste of your tears as you let out wanton gasps into his mouth.

and grant drives you to your friends house, kisses your forehead, and tells you to call him if you need anything.

(later in the night when he's laying in his bed, gary barely has any regrets about it all)

[taniushka12]

me when i got to That Part™ of alan wake: literally who the FUCK is c.w??? who are they?? c.w... c.w....

me, rewatching, seeing cynthia weaver:

me at the start of alan wake: hmm i sure wonder why the anderson brothers call alan tom! haha its probably just a silly character thing, to call random dudes tom or smth :)

me, having played until episode 4 and knowing abt thomas zane, rewatching it from the beginning in a lets play:

:O

[lauriiyam]

break up✧₊⁺

G!p kim lip x fem reader

includes ; blowjob, cream pies, tit fucking, handcuffing.

jung eun’s pov - ,,

i woke up with y/n sleeping beside me, her lips pouted and her eyebrows furrowed.

i adjusted my dick quickly and headed to my bathroom

i did my business and then washed my hands but caught myself looking in the mirror at my face.

me and y/n haven't been doing too good, we're constantly arguing and it's not the type of relationship i want to be in, especially with her.

when i left the bathroom i saw y/n stretching. her shirt rode up and i could see her navel piercing and her tattoo.

her tattoo that i loved so much.

it was under her belly button and to the right, just along the line of her pelvis, and i could catch a glimpse of it everytime we had sex.

"why are you staring at me?" y/n asked.

i snapped out of my fantasy and turned to turn on my ps5 to play a game.

y/n got up and fixed her crop top and underwear that she slept in before kissing my cheek.

i pulled away a bit and she grabbed my chin and forced my face to meet her lips.

"excuse you." she said.

i stared off and y/n wrapped her arms around me, resting her head on my shoulder.

"can we talk?" i asked.

y/n nodded and i went to sit down on our bed.

y/n followed and sat behind me, rubbing my shoulders.

i didn't look at her and kept my eyes on my fingers, which i was twirling around my wrist.

"what's up?" she asked.

i didn't answer and she turned my face to look at her.

y/n saw my furrowed eyebrows and sat on my side now.

"are you breaking up with me kim jung eun?" y/n questioned.

i sighed and looked back down at my fingers.

"if you’re breaking up with me, you gotta tell me why." y/n said.

i finally tore my eyes away from my hands and looked her in the eyes.

her dark orbs stared into mine and she let out a scoff.

y/n then got off our bed and grabbed her shoes to slip them on.

"don't be mad. please." i begged.

"i'm not mad lip. im hurt. we're not breaking up until you give me a reason why your breaking up with me. im gonna go see my friends." y/n said and tied her shoes before leaving our room.

y/n walked into our home and threw her keys on the counter before taking her shoes off and throwing them at the floor.

i walked up to scold her for being out the entire day and not answering my texts but she glared at me when i stomped up to her.

"dude. why couldn't you just let me handle the conversation. i had it under control. you didn't let me fucking speak." i said.

"i didn't want to argue with you jung eun. i just wanted you to take time to try and understand what im feeling." she replied.

she began walking down the hall, fixing her hair, leaving me in the living room.

"get the fuck over here y/n." i said sternly.

i furiously followed her and grabbed her arm, making her pull away and push me against the hallway wall.

"how dare you talk to me like that after what you pulled this morning." she said sternly.

i went to pull myself off the wall just for y/n to push against my chest and pin me right back where i was.

"how are you gonna get mad at me?! you were gone all day, where were you?!" i asked.

"i was with my friends. i told you that." y/ n said.

i furiously furrowed my eyebrows again and tried to push against her.

her stronger arms kept me pinned against the wall.

"you could've been out fucking someone else all day. god knows it could've been more than one person." i blurted out.

y/n raised her eyebrows and dug her arm into my side, making me wince and squeeze my eyes shut.

"you're one to not trust me after you tried breaking up with me this morning with no explanation. i went out for a drink, god knows i need one after how you made me feel. you're being immature and childish for trying to gaslight me into thinking this is MY fault." y/n replied. 

my blood boiled and i started speaking without thinking.

"the least you could've done is tell me where you were. obviously there's a reason i was going to break up with you. and you wanna call ME immature and childish when YOU'RE the one who-oh fuck..." i started.

i was interrupted by y/n’s arm brushing against my cock, which was rock hard at this point.

"you fucking perv. how are you hard right now? you like seeing me mad?" y/n said and looked down.

my head was resting against the wall as she eyed my painfully throbbing dick.

"get the fuck off me." i said through gritted teeth at her.

her arm remained against my chest, keeping me on the wall.

me and y/n looked at each other, holding eye contact for a good minute.

we suddenly grabbed eachothers faces and pushed our lips against eachothers.

i grabbed y/n’s shoulders and pushed her against the wall, aggressively kissing her while her arms wrapped around my neck.

i harshly gripped the underside of her thighs, knowing it would leave bruises tomorrow morning, and she jumped up and wrapped her legs around my waist.

she tipped her head up and i began sucking and kissing her entire neck.

"shit-" y/n whimpered, making her mouth drop and her hands grip the roots of my hair.

i took her off the wall and carried her down the hall to our bedroom, kicking open the door with my foot while continuing to decorate her neck with love bites.

when my knees hit the edge of our bed i let go of her thighs and threw her down onto the mattress.

she leaned up on her elbows, biting her lip while she eyed me.

i undid the tie on my sweats, pulling them down with my underwear making my cock spring up.

my hands grabbed y/n’s ankles and i pulled her to the very edge of the bed and then off the bed completely onto her knees in front of me.

she winced at the pain of her knees hitting the bare floor but quickly fixed herself and pulled my pants and underwear all the way off my legs before she allowed me to rest my tip against her lips.

"open." i said dryly.

she listened and opened her mouth, sticking her tongue out.

my cock twitched and i stepped forward, making her wrap her lips around my dick and suck.

i threaded my fingers into her hair and used both hands to push her against my length.

her nose hit the spot right under my belly button, making her eyes close and leak a tear down her cheek.

"fucking slut." i whispered.

she opened her eyes, looking up at me with plead and beg laced in her expression.

i bit my bottom lip and used my knee to push against y/n’s chest and pin her head against our bed.

she swallowed around my dick, her throat wrapping tighter around me making me moan.

i pulled out of her mouth, giving her a chance to breathe before pushing myself back into her throat.

my eight inches were perfectly inhaled by her gullet while i shoved it down her mouth.

she drooled down her chest and rested her hands against my thighs.

y/n shut her eyes again, gagging as i thrusted myself in her mouth.

i pulled myself out of her mouth fully, grabbing my base, slapping her cheek with my length before shoving myself back into her mouth.

y/n whimpered and i peered down to see her hand stuffed down her pants, rubbing herself while her other hand rested on my thigh.

"take them off. take it all off." i said, pulling out.

she quickly pulled off her shirt and bra, her pants and underwear following soon after.

she remained on her knees, her wetness oozing out of her and onto the floor.

"filthy whore." i said.

i grabbed her forearm and pulled her to stand up, making her moan, giving me the impression that she liked the treatment she was getting.

y/n layed back on our bed, spreading her legs and grabbing my tip, pulling me closer to her.

i looked down on her as she ran her fingers up and down her slit once, pulling it off and making me watch her pull her fingers apart, a string of her wetness connecting against her fingers before she rubbed it against my tip.

i shuddered at the sensitivity of my cock and y/n chuckled.

"don't call me a whore unless you're gonna grow a pair and fuck me like one." she said, biting her bottom lip as she started rubbing her clit.

my hand grabbed my length, pushing it against her clit before moving down and slightly pushing the very tip of my dick inside her.

i leaned down, spitting directly on her clit and then licking a bold strip up her slit.

"oh."

y/n moaned and grabbed my neck, pulling me up to kiss her.

we harshly made out for a minute before i pulled away and pushed my entire cock in her without warning.

she moaned and threw her head back, her hands gripping the sheets underneath her.

i moaned in unison at her tightness. even after how often we fuck she's still just as tight as the first time.

"you call that fucking? harder." y/n said.

i obeyed her request and gripped her hips, drilling my cock deeper inside her.

i kept a steady pace while she was moaning under me, her mouth stuck open as sweat dripped down her face.

i wasn't too far off as my hair stuck to my forehead and neck.

as i pushed myself inside her quicker, my hair flew in front of my face and wisps flying up as i exhaled heavily from doing all the work.

my hands pushed y/n’s thighs up against her chest and i leaned over her to hit her spot, being thankful she was flexible

y/n let out a loud moan and her boobs bounced with my thrusts into her.

my hips clapped against hers as my girlfriend shook underneath me while i repeatedly stuffed myself deep inside her.

y/n leaned her head up and clawed at my stomach as she neared her orgasm.

"oh fuck!" she moaned, throwing her head back again.

y/n's pussy clenched around my length as she came and she whimpered while riding out her high.

when i knew she was done, i pulled out and switched spots with her, throwing myself against the bed on my back and pulling her to straddle my waist.

"make me cum bitch." i said.

i scooted myself up to the head of our bed, grabbing her hips to grind against my tip before placing my hands behind my head to watch.

y/n leaned down to kiss me, making my eyes close as she grabbed my face.

i could hear her open our nightstand drawer, thinking she was grabbing a condom or some type of vibrator made me brush it off.

instead i felt cold metal on my wrists and i pulled away from the kiss once i realized she was handcuffing me to our bed.

"what the fuck?!" i said, trying to pull my wrists free.

y/n chuckled at me and bit her lip.

"take them off." i said sternly.

y/n shook her head 'no' and got off me, standing at the foot of our bed.

"i'm gonna go eat dinner. i'll be back in a little bit. sit tight." y/n said before leaving the room.

i pulled against my restraints while my dick began throbbing from the lack of attention it was getting.

it had been what felt like hours before y/n returned back to our room, opening the door and poking her head in.

my cock was painfully hard, twitching, throbbing, and leaking pre cum as y/n crawled back on top of me.

my tip was bright red, she eyed it before rubbing her hands up and down my toned stomach.

"please." i begged.

i never beg

"shh." y/n whispered against my lips.

she fit me inside her, only sitting down enough for my tip to enter her.

"please. baby." i whimpered.

"don't." she started.

she sat down fully, circling her hips before speaking up again.

"you know i'll do anything you say baby. don't waste your breath begging." y/n whispered against my earlobe.

she leaned up, resting her forehead against mine.

y/n's mouth dropped and she exhaled as she began moving her hips on my cock.

i whimpered again at the sensitivity, making me tug against the handcuffs.

she noticed and pushed herself up from my chest.

"if i take these off..." y/n started.

she reached over to our nightstand and grabbed the key to undo the handcuffs.

"...you have to promise me that i get to stay in control." she said.

i nodded eagerly and y/n unlocked the handcuffs, setting them down beside us, freeing my sore wrists.

i sighed as i sat up and grabbed y/n's waist, feeling her skin.

"open your eyes." she whispered.

i opened my eyes, not realizing they were closed and looked at her.

"hi baby" she smiled.

i blushed and hid my face in her neck, smelling her perfume, making y/n grab the sides of my face and pull me from her skin.

"we can do this all night." y/n said.

she pecked my lips

"or.." she started.

she tipped my head up to kiss just under my ear.

"i can make you cum and we can start all over again." y/n said again.

i stared up at her while she raised her eyebrows.

she smiled and lifted her hips up, arching her back to hit her spot.

"cum when you please angel." y/n whispered.

she pushed my chest down to lay me back against the bed and began riding my dick.

her hips moved back and forth between lifting herself up over me and then coming back down and circling her hips.

it didn't do much to her, but the small movements were driving me crazy.

"fuck..." i whimpered.

i furrowed my eyebrows and my mouth dropped, my hands reaching around to grab her ass.

i arched her back more, hitting a better angle for the both of us.

i got lightheaded as i neared my orgasm, y/n took notice and grabbed the sides of my face.

"take a deep breath." y/n said.

i did as i was told and began taking steady breaths, the pleasure becoming too much.

but god i was so desperate to cum. my entire body was strung tight, my muscles twitching.

y/n grounded her hips into mine and she continuously bounced back on my thighs. 

i felt my entire body jerk before i gripped her ass harder and shot my cum inside her.

y/n smiled and kissed my neck, rolling her hips to help me come down.

when she didn't stop i realized she was trying to make me cum again.

"i can't..." i whispered, a tear leaving my cheek.

"yes you can. i know you can, just one more." she replied.

she wiped my tear and got off me, tracing my abs with her lips.

she took her time at my v-line, now tracing abs with the tip of her tongue.

god she knows what drives me insane.

y/n smiled up at me while she leaned back up and kissed down my happy trail, which she refused to let me shave because she loved it so much.

"you wanna fuck my throat or my tits?" y/n questioned.

i stared down at her before realizing she was actually allowing me to choose before i made my choice.

"your tits. but stay down there." i said.

y/n obeyed and i pressed my dick against her chest before she pushed her boobs around me, enveloping me in her warm skin, making me shudder.

my girlfriend began bouncing her boobs up and down my length, jerking me off.

"fuck..." i moaned.

my hands searched for something to grab, the sheets having been slick with sweat and cum from the both of us.

y/n stuck her tongue out, licking my slit every time my tip stuck out from her tits.

she continued jerking me off like this, her body weighing down my legs to keep me from protesting.

i moaned, not being able to move my body. my length being too sensitive to continue.

i moan again, this one soaked with agony as she continued to torment my cock.

my dick was non stop leaking, running down the side and landing on my stomach.

"i know you can do it." y/n whispered.

her breath against my tip caused a surge of heat to inflict my entire body to jerk and attempt to push my girlfriends body off my own.

"come on." she whispered, this time against the underside of my dick.

she ran her tongue along the spot where the head of my cock meets the length.

i cried out, feeling too overwhelmed to even form a sentence and tell my girlfriend to stop, still feeling a perverted desire for more.

"let go lip." y/n said.

i did just that and felt my entire body unravel and a surge of pleasure pierce through me.

my legs shook and my eyes rolled into the back of my head while i came, decorating my girlfriends face and tits with my cum.

y/n removed herself from my length, wiping off her face and chest with her fingers and licking it off.

i exhaled heavily, not realizing i was even holding my breath.

"you did such a good job baby." my girlfriend whispered against my neck.

my chest heaved up and down with my deep breaths while y/n ran her hands up and down my stomach.

she drew her finger along my abs, making them twitch and shudder.

"come on." she whispered.

she got up from our bed and pulled me to sit up.

"i'm gonna throw the sheets in the washer and then we can relax, got it?" she asked.

i nodded and y/n pecked me on my lips, grabbing my face with her hand.

my girlfriend was laying on my front, her back pressed against my boobs while we soaked in the bath.

my arms were wrapped around her shoulders, her fingers tracing my blue butterfly wrist tattoo.

she was staring in front of us, both of us sitting in silence.

the lights were dimmed and the candle lit in the corner of our bathroom illuminated our skin.

“jung eun, I think i’m pregnant.”

[httpsserene]

ꜱɪɴɢɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱʜᴏᴡᴇʀ w/ ʟɴ4

📖ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: lando’s usually well spent sunday off with his girlfriend is different this time around. you put off your everything shower and wash-day causing some edits to the usual routine. how the night ends, however, is 100% lando’s fault. 📖ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: fluff/borderline?crack(if u think im funny). one or two mentions of sex, not explicit at all. not edited to beta-read. 📖ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 2k words 📖ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: lando norris x black!fem!reader 📖ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: oneshot 📖ꜱᴏᴜɴᴅᴛʀᴀᴄᴋ: singing in the shower ~ becky g

ᴘʀᴇꜰᴀᴄᴇ: preface: hello! it’s late night or early morning for me, i guess, when i’m posting this. i was going to say this is my first rpf ever, but that’s a bold-faced lie ☠️but! it is my first f1 work! i hope you enjoy it! i’d love to have some f1 mutuals out here, if anyone wants <3. also requests are open, just come talk to me and ramble about anything, or any idea you have the f1 boys, i’d love to have some great anons and asks to fulfill. hope you enjoy it :)

it’s a rare sunday where you and lando are both home together. usually you two would take advantage of this and make the most out of it. you’d lay in bed late into the morning with an excessively cuddly boyfriend, cook a nice and healthy brunch together you cook, lando handles the soundtrack and vibes because he loses all coordination in the kitchen, play a co-op video game that you guys have been working your way through for a month, go out on a nice little dinner date, and have great sex before knocking out.

HOWEVER, this week you have kinda forgotten that you need to do your hair. originally you had an appointment that tuesday to get a silk press done with your usual hairstylist, but she canceled on you. once you got that “hey girly...” text you’d known there was no hope of rescheduling, for that week at least. so, you decided to do your own hair sometime later in the week, but your boyfriend was home for the first time after a triple-header, and was a terrible lovely distraction. you also had to work, unfortunately, you had to clean the flat, you had to eat, and you had to breathe—so understandably, you’ve ended up pushing your wash-day/hair-day and everything-shower to the last minute.

you apologized several times to lando during breakfast for your forgetfulness and wasting valuable “boyfriend-girlfriend time” as lando coined. but lando is lando—a sweetheart at his core—so he refused to accept your apologies with an “don’t apologize for something so minor, love,” and even offered to help you tackle the fight you end up almost losing every time…. vs. your hair. 

you kindly denied his assistance knowing damn well that if he was in the shower with you, your hair wouldn’t be done until late that night due to a different type of lando-distraction. you suggested that lando streamed while you were doing your shower and hair, and that you could still go out for dinner that evening. lando was pretty receptive to the idea, especially after he made sure that you were 100% okay with him not helping you do your hair (he usually does, you’ve got him trained pretty good; all he needs is the license at this point), and the fact that it’s been like 3 months since he last streamed.

lando posts that he’s streaming starting at noon, and after a brief make out against the sink post-dishwashing that leaves your lips swollen and head foggy, he goes to take a shower and start setting up his stream equipment. cursing lando’s smug-ass face as he walks away, you let him know that you're stepping out to the beauty supply store to get a few items before you start your little routine and that you might not see him before his stream starts. he does a 180, and rushes back to you from down the hallway to give you one more mind boggling kiss and with a smile says, “text me when you get there and when you’re back. i’ll have my phone on dnd but your messages are set to pass through it, so if you don’t want to be seen on stream today you don’t have to worry about it.” internally, you’re pretty sure your heart just imploded at the mindfulness this boy has—that your boyfriend has. somehow, it still surprises you how mature lando is for how silly he acts most of the time.

“you’re too sweet to me, lan.” you respond with a shy smile, “i probably won’t interrupt you today—i’ll let your delulu fans have custody, and deal with you!” lando throws his head back and does his usual demonic laugh, “hey! my fans are not that delusional, but i am afraid that you’re losing the custody battle!” he kisses you on the cheek, and with that you separate until later that day.

or so you thought. you knew lando’s super sweet behavior was too sus without him being his usual gremlin-self at least once.

when you get back from the beauty supply store (which should’ve been a fifteen-minute trip at most, turned into a near hour after the usual shenanigans you find yourself involved in buying things you don’t need), lando’s already started his stream. you text him letting him know you’re about to hop into the shower, and start heading to en-suite bathroom.

when you open the door, the mirror is slightly covered with remaining steam from lando’s shower, and you can see his clothes hanging half-inside the hamper. which is an improvement from being left on the floor—choose your battles, ladies. but as you move further into the bathroom, setting down your everything-shower supplies, changing into your silk robe and bonnet—you pick up on a lingering scent that should not be present.

your ninety-four fucking dollar scalp revival shampoo.

you’ve had that shampoo since you were seventeen, using it only when extremely necessary. you didn’t even pay for it, it was something your mom bought you as a pretty thoughtful and useful gift after you complained about your scalp suddenly getting super sensitive. it lasted through your senior year of grade school, all of university, and goddamn-it, two boyfriends!!! you let out a bit of an hysterical giggle (seek mental help, babe) and walk to the shower to grab the jar. the problem is: you know there was only probably one more usage left.

turning the cap off, your worst fears are confirmed...it’s…empty. with an anguished cry, you fall to your knees on the tiled floor—it’s like your childhood pet died. you gently set the jar down on the floor, and stare dazedly at the ceiling. what makes it worse is: you know that lando probably didn’t even use it properly. he most likely didn’t even let it sit for the mandatory 15 minutes that all girls do as an excuse to waste more time in the shower, he prob- he probably rinsed it out right after he massaged it in; that thought right there almost had you crying. oh, and what makes it even worse-r , what was a one-use sized amount for you was like, three for lando, so if he used it sparingly, you would’ve at least gotten to cherish it for the last time.

and with that, you rise from the floor, like some sort of re-animated monster—and with a twitching eye, start stomping to lando’s stream room. before you barge in, you remember what you're wearing: a black silk robe, matching bonnet, glasses, and your cute orange shark slides (lando bought them for you, he has a matching pair). you do the mental math of caring about this being on the internet for the rest of your life, but eventually the opportunity of terrorizing lando wins out over whatever a digital footprint is.

the door swings open, and with your shout of, “lando norris!” the pinging of his chat becomes rapid. lando looks wide-eyed at the camera and whispers, “oh fuck.” he half spins in his chair to look at you in the doorway, and is met with a flying shark slide to the neck. “oW! what did i do??” he cries out.

“you used the last of my ONE-HUNDRED DOLLAR shampoo, YOU THIEVING GREMLIN!!!” the chat notifications start cutting each other off with how fast they’re being sent.

“i didn’t use your shampoo??” he says with a bewildered look, clutching the shark slide to his chest. you seethe, “the fucking WOODEN JAR, that you didn’t even have the AUDACITY throw away, and left in the shower?!”

lando pauses, and makes an ‘a-ha’ sort of face goes, “oh, i thought that was conditioner.” you scream again and this time you don’t miss your mark. the remaining shark slide bonks him right on the forehead. “oW, again?!”

“I THOUGHT YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO HAVE GOOD REACTION TIME??!”

“yEAH?! WELL, i didn’t expect  MY GIRLFRIEND to ASSAULT ME with the shark slides that I bought HER!!”

“yEAH?! WELL, i didn’t expect MY BOYFRIEND to waste MY hair products!!”

lando cackles but surrenders, he reaches for you in the doorway and pulls you in between his legs with his hands gripping your hips. 

he pouts, “i’m sorry. i can buy you another batch, if you’d like. if you need it for your shower right now, i can pause the stream and run and go get for you, or get it delivered?” you sigh, looking at his wide blue eyes. you let him stew for a minute, trying to find it in you to remain mad. his thumbs start petting you gently while you think, and he leans his head forward to rest on your tummy.

you sigh again, hand coming up to play with the hairs at the nape of his neck, and cave, “nah..don’t even worry about it. i don’t even need to use it today, i just wanted to remind you to keep your nosy-ass away from my hair products.” he nods against your abdomen, you start to pull away, and he does the same. you lean down and give him a brief peck on the cheek, and turn to exit the room. 

“oh!” you exclaim now in the doorway, one hand on the doorknob, “i love you, even though you steal all my shit.”

lando giggles, cheeks turning a light pink, “i love you, princess,” the simp dripping out of every pore in his body. you point at him, “this is actually a mutually beneficial situation! now, for date night you can take me to the store to buy hair products,” lando’s smile drops, “don’t worry we can get some for you too, curly boy!” lando doesn’t even try to fight it once he sees the borderline manic grin on your face, just begging him to test you one more time. he accepts his face, “yes, love. i can’t wait for tonight, princess.”

he turns back to his stream when the door closes all the way and shakes his head. he claps his hands once, ready to get back into it, but you burst in again,

“and when i get out of that damn shower in an hour—you’re sure as hell gonna help blow dry and flat iron this shit! it’s silk press season, lando norris, we cannot be caught slacking!” you slam the door shut, and leave.

lando just blinks at the camera, mouth slightly open like that one pikachu meme. he briefly reads the chat, trying to recover, and looks at all of the chatters pick on him like he just got called to the dean’s office. some messages start to roll in about him having to end the stream.

he waits to hear the bedroom door shut, and a few more seconds for the shower to start running before he pseudo-whispers into the mic, “don’t worry, chat! she may have said an hour, but we actually have more like three. it’s her ‘everything-shower’, no-way she’ll finish that quickly. she needs an hour just to sing and dance in there before she starts actually doing anything.”

he starts to open a lobby in cod, sending invites to a few of the boys online and his phone starts vibrating on the desk. the chat starts to go wild again, recognizing its the ringtone he set for your messages. his face drops again when he opens your text thread, “oh my god, chat. she heard me, i forgot she pulls up the stream for background noise. i’m screwed.”

yninstagram • 2hrs ago

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yninstagram hairstylist did his thing for silk press season 👅

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landonorris can’t even see our faces but you can’t tell we’re both pretty

➥yninstagram pretty gyal takeover

➥user bro 😭 i can’t even call this sassy

➥user he’s just keeping it real with y’all

landonorris i’ll always take care of you like a princess

➥landonorris and one day very soon, forever treat you like a queen

➥ynistagram lan ☹️🥺

➥user proposal hint?!!!

➥user it’s a 4ever thing y’all wouldn’t understand 🥱

➥user i do 🙄 y/n comes home one day every two years and takes care of our eight children

➥user bitch—LMFAOOO

user not her gatekeeping the stylist 😤 not very girl’s girl of her

➥yninstagram he’s booked out for the foreseeable future sorry babe

➥user oh uh. that’s completely understandable. he doesn’t take walk in’s ? 😃

landonorris • 3hrs ago

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landonorris you attract what you fear? word, oh no a pretty gyal who lets me do her hair😱 oohhhhh how scaryyy

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yninstagram damn 🥵 she’s pretty fit

yninstagram heard her boyfriend’s finer

➥landonorris shouldn’t listen to gossip, her bf can’t match her beauty by far

➥user now THATS SOME RIZZ i didn’t know he had it in him

carlossainzjr y/nnita keep brainwashing him i’m getting good teasing material

➥ynistagram sí señor, el gusto es mio

➥carlossainzjr aye,lando her spanish is better than yours🤣

➥landonorris my tractor is better than yours, mmm yeah that’s what i thought

➥user DAMN LANDO CHILL

➥yninstagram he will be issuing a formal apology at the paddock next sunday señor sainz

➥user i just KNOW she got him at shark slide-point

© httpsserene 2023

[star-girl69]

I NEED MORE OF THE LA RUE FAMILY (Clarisse reader and ivy) PLSSSS ITS SO CUTE 😭😭😭

@voidashh gave me this idea so credits to them i love this little family

synopsis: ivy and y/n comforting clarisse after her spear breaks!!!!!!

basically you and ivy do nothing the entire game

you like hang out in the woods

near enough to clarisse so she’ll hear you if you shout for her

but far enough away so you don’t draw attention

except this particular game clarisse says she’s changing her strategy and you’re like hm ok suspicious…..

so she leaves you by the flag/her siblings protecting the flag

and you and ivy are just having a fun time she’s running around and jumping up and down and you’re like ok girl!!! jump!!!! run!!!!!! do it!!!!!!!!

then you hear the conch blow and you do do do do make your way to the beach and THE BLUE TEAM WON?????

ivy is so pissed off bc red is her favorite color

she’s about to have a tantrum in your arms and then you look at luke and chris and start jokingly yelling at them

“LOOK AT WHAT YOU’VE DONE HER BIRTHDAY IS IN 2 MONTHS YOU COULDN’T GIVE HER THIS???”

“THERE WILL BE A CAPTURE THE FLAG GAME IN TWO MONTHS YOU CAN WIN THEN”

“UGH”

so then you go to find clarisse bc you KNOW she’s gonna be mad and ivy loves screaming with her about how STUPID the blue team is and how AMAZING the red team is

but she’s nowhere to be found

and then you overhear someone talking about clarisse, her spear getting broken, percy being claimed

you’re like oh 😱😱😱😱😱

so you and ivy go walking around looking for clarisse and she’s not anywhere near the cabins or in hers or yours and ofc you find her in the training field

she’s beating the crap out of a dummy with some random sword

you’re like stressing and like AGGHJJDHJN

but then ivy just let’s go of your hand and starts running towards her

“CLARISSE CLARISSE THE BLUE TEAM WON IM GOING TO GO INSANE”

she drops the sword in shock and laughs as ivy jumps up into her arms

“I HATE LUKE’S STUPID FACE”

“IVY NO”

“THATS MY GIRL!!!!!”

then ivy kind of realizes OH clarisse is REALLY sad so she’s like “what”

and clarisse is like “it’s nothing” bc she’s a baby and you can’t rly burden her w that

ivy then proceeds to fall asleep

playing is really hard work ok!!!!!

so you go back to your cabin and lay ivy down in bed and then you’re all just like cuddling tg bc it’s cute

and clarisse is telling you about what happened while ivy is asleep in between you

you try to comfort her as best you can but she doesn’t really want to talk about it

she got most of her initial anger out

now she just wants to be sad

which she never gets to do

so you all just take a nice nap together

and clarisse is sad but she has her girls here so it’s okay

like she loves her spear but she would snap it in half on purpose to save you two

also when percy actually found out that ivy is like yours and clarisse’s adopted child he is so SCARED

THERE IS A MINI CLARISSE RUNNING AROUND????

WITH A REGULAR CLARISSE TO PROTECT HER????

IS NO ONE ELSE CONCERNED

ofc ivy over hears the two of you talking in bed so the next day she finds percy and kicks him in the shins

“IVY NO”

“IVY YES”

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[pumpkinsy0]

okok what about pony parenting curly’s gang

im giggling thinking about this

•pony sees curly leaving him alone w his gang as not just leaving him to the wolves, but to the hyenas, these guys r INTENSE

•pony never knows what these guys want, like ever, hes basically playing a guessing game and he is losing BAD, not even a CLUE is running through his mind

•their relationship is like, that one mom who cant rlly get her kids to listen but when the dad yells, ALLLLLL of a sudden they can listen🙄🙄

•w curly around, its like theyre doing good cop bad cop??? but instead of actually trying to get them in line, curlys just trynna impress pony lmao

•its not even that they hate pony or anything, pony just cant exactly fit in w em, he doesnt have their energy, he spends 10 minutes w em and hes coming out w eye bags

•can we even say ponys parenting them, hes more so looking at them just praying they dont hurt themselves, they were the little monkeys jumping in the bed we were told about

•theres had to have been one time where they all sighed “yes mom” very sarcastically towards pony, at LEAST one time

•most parental thing ill say ponys done for em is cook, but it wasnt exactly for THEM, but he still did it!!! he has also fixed their clothes and patched em up, it aint frequent, but it does happen❤️

•pony doesnt SEE them often, but curly does bring things of theirs over for pony to help w, ponys like that “my dad has a gf that doesnt live w us” type of mom w em

•ponys gonna ”r u sure curly lets u guys do that” them to death🙄🙄

[real-fire-emblem-takes]

thinking about the fe games w/ routes (fates and three houses specifically but probably others idfk)

i think there needs to be more tragedy there. or opportunities for it i guess? or that fire emblem has to make unique death quotes for characters in general man

death in fire emblem feels so blah for me. more of an inconvenience than in other media. like when im playing DnD and an npc i love dies it isnt "man that sucks. anyway" but even w characters i love in fire emblem its just "man do i wanna reset the chapter for this that was so lame"

make death and especially betrayal related deaths Hurt More.

lets say youre byleth. youre teaching the black eagles, yay! but you have a b support with claude. you and claude are good buddies, maybe you just like claude as a character or its accidental because of x y z does Not matter. either way you are one of claudes closest friends. then the war starts, and you choose to side with a woman claude sees as a future tyrant (or at the very least a driven warmonger who might crush the alliance underneath her boot). imagine the hurt. the absolute fucking agony for claude.

and for byleth! byleth wakes up and their friend is gone. on another side, unreachable, 5 years of emotional distance *yawning* in front of them.

and then they reunite in the midst of battle, weapons drawn. theyve both come so far and have goals they *have* to achieve.

"I don't want this."

too bad. if you roll over, you get a game over because you fuckin failed the route. or you have to make someone else kill claude because sumn sumn mechanically you have a 0% hit rate bc of that b support. you cant do it.

too bad. claude cant run away, hes the last line of defense for a place hes responsible for. if he leaves what is he? a coward? a turncoat? would he have to believe in edelgard's future? would he have to slay his own allies, friends, the people who relied on him?

he cant. you cant.

he begs you to reconsider. you cant.

as he falls he reaches out a hand. you kneel beside him as he says a few things. calls this whole battle a clever gambit, praises your cunning in using effective weaponry, etc etc. but his voice is weaker. theres no option to spare him, you couldnt spare any *other* unit, could you? couldn't spare hilda. cant spare claude.

he mentions sometimes dreaming of the monastery. the food was good, right? hope the foods good in the future you build with edelgard. hope you name a town after him, thatd be fun. dont get stupid, teach, dont join him too soon. maybe he'll even wait for ya. keep a seat warm.

(fire emblem unit death sound)

then also: units in your own army.

lets say youre playing black eagles. its nearish endgame but not too close so i dont say any spoilers, but regardless bernadetta and yuri have an A support. they might get hitched postgame man, you havent done the A support of anyone else w those two. its a rough battle, your healer is severely low on psychic uses, you sold all your fucking vulneraries because you thought dorothea was more of a beast than she is. its dire.

unexpected sniper crit. yuri is on 0 hp.

bernadetta is within 5 tiles and instead of yuri's canned death quote, bernie interjects with one of the most well voiced anguished screams youve ever fucking heard. on the next turn, bernie gets +50 hit *and* crit on that enemy, and if she kills it the rest of the scene plays.

bernie is holding yuri, one of her few friends in her hellish fucking life. hes not gonna make it, she knows that, but shes still gonna try. shes wailing and begging him to stay like she wished she had all those fucking years ago, shes babbling about all the things he'll miss if he goes, all the things shes planned for them to do now that shes brave enough to leave her bedroom. he cuts her off to laugh. now is when she gets brave and honest with her feelings? when hes dying? oh bernie come on. he wraps an arm around her shoulders and pulls her in for a hug, kissing her temple like an old boyfriend and not a quiet yearning crush. he murmurs that hes glad she left her bedroom. that hes glad she can see the world beyond what abuse happened to her behind closed doors. that she'll find some other person to hold in his stead, one who wont so rudely get his blood on her battle leathers. one who wont leave her time and time again like he has. she wails into his shoulder as she drops the scraps of cloth she had been trying to use to stop his bleeding and just holds her dying friend.

(fire emblem unit death sound)

if death felt like An Event and not An Inconvenience i'd play with permadeath more man. make me sad fire emblem youre so shit at it

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[faithst]

WIPING ZB1’s KISSES OFF

pairing zb1 (ot8) x gn!reader

genre fluff

masterlist<3

— zhang hao

he thought he wasn't giving enough affection ☹️

so he gave you a kiss !

and then you wiped it off and he was like ‘🤨’

didn't ask though cause he assumed you unconsciously did that

so he placed another on your forehead 😗

and you wiped it off.. again.

didn't say much to that either and just left you alone 😃😃

he thought he was annoying you 😭

“well.. i’ll be over here if you need my kisses”

— sung hanbin

he always kisses you 🤭

it's a part of his daily routine

so when you wiped off his morning kiss

he was devastated 😰

how was he gonna start his day off good now???

instantly grabs your hands and asks you what's wrong

kisses your knuckles 😳

you didn't say anything and he's already apologizing (even if he didn't do anything)

“whatever i did, i’m sorry.. forgive me?” ☹️

— seok matthew

whenever he arrives home, he kisses you

why? cause he knows you miss him 😙

so when he came home today already puckering his lips

he saw you on your sofa, on your phone so he placed a soft kiss on your cheek 💋

and you wiped it off

"did you miss m- what was that for?"

already pouty 🫢

sits right next to you with crossed arms and a pout

but then you reveal to him that it was a joke and kiss him

he instantly melts 🫠

“unnecessary but you’re cute so it’s okay!”

— shen ricky

ricky isn’t the type to usually give kisses randomly yk

so when it does happen, you take full advantage 👍

but this time, you just wiped it off

he’s slowly blinking, trying to process wtf just happened 😐

“um.. okay?”

he has no idea what to do cause usually he’s the one that makes you flustered

now he’s the one thats flustered 😃

he looked so cute that you just had to give in and pepper him w kisses 🥰

“oh thank god! i thought i lost my rizz!” 😨

— park gunwook

doesn’t have a specific time when he kisses you

he just does ykyk

he’s loves kissing you and absolutely adores your reactions to his kisses 😊

so when you wiped one of them off, his whole world shut down 😔

his life flashed before his eyes

he thinks you’re gonna break up w him ☹️

so he prepares a whole long ass speech on why you should stay in his mind

he just stands there, fiddling with his fingers 🧍

he looks so sad and you couldn’t do that to him

“wait.. how did i fall for that?!”

en garde flashbacks 😭😭

— kim taerae

he’s the type of guy that when he sees you, he gives a kiss 🤭

so he gives them quite often

you just came back from work and taerae instantly goes up to you

boops your nose and places a kiss on it 😚

when you wipe it off, he just gets confused

he’s like: no, you’re not leaving without my kisses!

cups your cheeks and proceeds to kiss your entire face 🫠

you had to force him to stop

“hey! where are you going?? i’m not done!” 😓

— kim gyuvin

while he might be one to touch your face and poke your cheeks alot

i don’t think he kisses them often 😦

so when he does and you wipe it off

he’s FLABBERGASTED 😧

like how dare you wipe off his precious kiss 😤

“two can play that game”

gives you the silent treatment

you sit next to him? he moves to another place

you text him? leaves you on read

it wasn’t until you hugged him and apologised profusely 🙏

instantly melts into your hug and kisses your forehead 🤗

“ill let you off just this once” 🫡

— kim jiwoong

will kiss you at any place and at any time 🫣

he knows you love them so he does it very very very often

when you wipe it off, he doesn’t say anything 😐

just kisses you again

and you wipe it off.. again

“did i do something?” 🙁

genuinely thinks he hurt you

won’t let you go until he knows you’re fine

you say that you are fine and that it was a joke

he doesn’t believe you 😭😭

then he asks for permission to kiss you, it’s cute

“im sorry if i did anything to hurt you, can i kiss you?” 🥰

© keiwook | 2023

[oumagines]

First Time With A Shy AFAB S/O Wearing A Skirt With Themes Of Reclamation

Anonymous Asked: "can i have a lemon or a lime... kokichi x a very nervous AFAB reader (please use they/them pronouns on the reader tho- just female anatomy)...i would prefer if kokichi initiates, and the reader is wearing a skirt in this imagine- if thats ok...since hes a yandere themes of reclamation are fun!!! if you need more info let me know im so nervy requesting this haha"

Warnings: N/S/F/W, Slut-Shaming, Dub-Con (No Non-Con), Non-Explicit Consent, Female Anatomy, Jealousy, Slight Degradation, Slight Breeding Kink

Reader Pronouns: They/Them

Rating: 🍋

Notes: This was so much fun and so nerve wracking to write- Tumblr, please have mercy on my soul-

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Kokichi didn't like how close you had been getting with everyone. Rantaro, Kaede, Shuichi, Kaito, Kiibo... He was your boyfriend! Didn't you understand you belonged to him? It didn't help that the Killing Game was overloading his stress to the maximum, and he really needed to show you who you belonged to...

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ The climax of the event came after you had been ignoring him at dinner in favor of talking to Himiko and Gonta... and he couldn't have that, could he?

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ He had had enough, grabbing your wrist and dragging you bag to his room. You knew sort of what his intentions were, and although you were surprised, you still trusted him and didn't particularly mind, even if it was a bit frightening.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ The second you were in the door, he shoved you against the wall and began kissing and biting on your neck roughly, clearly with the intent to leave marks. As he listened to you moan for him, you could feel his "little friend" becoming more excited, thanks to his body being pressed against yours.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Before you could protest or push him away, as is human nature, he pinned your wrists to the wall and whispered huskily to you.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ "Shh. The little diva decided they were too good for their king, now they have to suffer the consequences~."

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ The making out continued for a long time before he let his hands drop to your thighs, lifting up your skirt ever so slightly as his hands went higher and higher, eventually finding their way to the hem of your panties.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ The more you squirmed and writhed under his touch, the more turned on he got. He slipped a hand into your panties, feeling just how wet you had gotten for him as he smirked.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ "My, my~... My favorite toy is quite the whore, aren't they~? Is this what you're like when you talk to alllllll those other people~?"

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ His voice was teasing, but there was a bitter edge to it. And you knew better than to defy it, so instead, you let out a quiet whimper as his delicate hands teased your wetness, almost as though he were gauging for something.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Then, without warning, two fingers slipped inside you, earning a gasp from you as he giggled at your adorable reaction. These faces, these sounds... They were all for him, all his to savor.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ He kept pumping his fingers in and out at an unfocused, brutal rhythm that made it difficult to feel true pleasure from it, but enough to keep you turned on and desperate to reach that pleasure he was depriving you of.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ "Tsk tsk~. My little angel should know better to think I'd do charity work~... You're gonna need to get the real thing in order to cum~. Does my pet understand?"

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ You nodded softly and he smiled at your obedience, pushing you to the bed and down onto it. He flipped up your skirt slightly and pulled your panties down with his left hand as his right went under your shirt to play with your breasts. After his left hand was done, he unbuckled his belt and let his pants drop to the floor, dropping his boxers shortly after. He saw you get nervous from the impending penetration and only smirked.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ "Aww, little one, you don't get to chicken out now, do you~? You caused this, it's your responsibility now~... Don't worry, My Love, I'll be gentle as I make you mine~."

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ He leaned forward quickly, snapping his hips against yours. He resisted the urge to let out a long moan as his cock wedged its way into your warmth, his eyes slightly rolling back. Desperate to reclaim his image from that, he giggled lowly and started thrusting at a slow and steady pace, finally allowing you to taste pleasure.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ "Ohhh, yeah, that's it~... Scream for me, my toy~... And know that this is better than anything those guys you're talking to could ever give you~... Let this be a lesson: you belong to ME~."

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ He continued thrusting and thrusting in a quickening pace, but he suddenly noticed a worried look in your eyes, in addition to the pleasure your face exuded.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ "Aww, scared I'm not using protection~? Nishishishi~... How else would I claim you from the inside with a piece of plastic blocking me~?"

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ And that's when he came and sent you over the edge...

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ He'll get you the pill, don't worry, he's not that mean-

[aidensteddybear]

Hi, could you please write a one shot with caregiver Aiden and regressor James? Any topic is fine.

Regressor! James w/ Caregiver! Aiden

James and Aiden had been playing Uno for a while now. Every time, Aiden would pretend to be bad at the game so that James could win.

James could be a bit of a sore loser when he’s little, so Aiden just wanted to avoid him getting upset over the game as much as he could.

However, during this specific round, James didn’t have any good cards and had a bunch of them, while Aiden was down to his last one. Aiden didn’t want to make it obvious that he had been letting James win, so he won this round.

Unfortunately, James didn’t exactly take that very well. He angrily whined and threw his cards down, then crossed his arms.

“‘S not fair!” James exclaimed, his voice very whiny and upset. “James, it’s just one game. You won all of the others.” Aiden said to him.

“Come on, let’s play one more round, okay? I’m sure you’ll end up beating me again.” James pouted, shaking his head.

“Don’ wanna play anymore. You jus’ gonna cheat again.” He grumbled. “Baby, I didn’t cheat. I would never cheat against you.” Aiden told him.

“Still not playing with you. You’re a cheater!” James whined. “Never playing with you again! Never ever!” He shouted, before quickly running off.

Aiden sighed softly, then got up and went after him. By now, he was used to James having a fit over losing a game.

It happened every single time he played something, no matter who he was playing with. If he lost, he was going to be very upset.

Aiden walked into the bedroom, where he knew James was. That’s where he would always storm off to when he got angry.

James glared at Aiden as he walked over to him and sat next to him.

“James-” Aiden was cut off when James put his hands over his ears.

“Fine. If you’re going to act like that, then I’ll leave. You can just stay in here and sulk.” Aiden told him as he stood up.

He was about to walk away, when he felt James grab his shirt. He turned around to see James with his head down.

“Do you want me to stay?” James nodded his head, so Aiden sat back down beside him.

“Are you done having your fit?” Aiden asked while rubbing James’s shoulder. The taller male was silent, before nodding a little.

“Baby, I’m not mad at you, okay? But you know you don’t act like that over losing a game.” Aiden spoke. “Getting upset is fine, but screaming and throwing a fit isn’t. It doesn’t solve anything.”James whined a little and pouted in response.

“Honey, please cheer up. I understand you hate losing and are upset over it, but it’s just a game.” Aiden said to him. James was quiet for a moment, but he ended up speaking.

“I’m sorry, Papa..” He spoke in a slightly whiny tone. “Was bad and said mean things. I didn’t mean it..” James muttered.

“James, you’re not bad, baby. And I forgive you, I know you didn’t mean what you said.” Aiden responded.

James softly whined and hugged Aiden. He hugged him back with one arm, using the other to rub his back.

“Are you still feeling a little grumpy, sweetheart?” James nodded, clinging tighter to Aiden. “Yeah? Do you just need some cuddles right now?” Aiden smiled when he saw James nod once more.

“Alright, baby boy. Im right here, I got you.” Aiden spoke. He kissed the top of James’s head and held in a tight hug, cuddling with him for as long as James’s wanted to cuddle.