#anyway ty my dear!! these were fun!

[cityandking]

amaryllis, lavender, poppy, rose for dai, minah and another you'd like to talk about!!

tyyyyyy // botanical headcanons

amaryllis: what is something or someone that your muse takes pride in? how do they express that pride?

DAI — he takes pride in his strength and his growth. he spent a lot of time working through how he sees the world and what his place is in it, which was hard and confusing and lonely work, but he also feels that it was good and important and that he's a better (and truer, and more solid) version of himself for having done it. I don't know if he externalizes that in any specific way, but he's definitely mentioned it in the dad letters MINAH — at the end of the day she really is a good thief! she worked hard to learn and hone those skills and they've served her well! she mostly expresses this by a) stealing shit and b) being quietly but extremely smug about it KELANI — the peace and equilibrium she's cultivated. it was such a struggle to achieve but she's so much better for it. every now and then this comes out as a "when I was your age" anecdote, but mostly (because pride is unbecoming) she accepts the satisfaction and lets it go.

lavender: how easy is it to gain your muse’s trust? once their trust is broken, how might one go about mending it?

DAI — he'd really like to give everyone the benefit of the doubt, but he's pretty wary these days. he gets protective, y'know? I do think it's still pretty easy to earn his trust, but now it's something that has to be earned, versus something he'll give out. as for breaking his trust, it depends on who's breaking it and what the breakage is—if it's someone he's close with, he's more than willing to give them a second (or third, or fourth—there area few people he'd let really push his boundaries) chance to prove themselves. if it's a stranger, good luck. MINAH — it's pretty easy to gain a surface level quid-pro-quo sort of trust. she'll return it easily too; she'll have your back in a fight and keep watch at night and spot a castmate and lie for you on a job. same with mending it—cover her watch, do something to show your apology, and she'll let it go. she's not much for petty grudges. but anything personal is hard. hard to gain, harder to mend. she's been burned before and has no interest in putting herself in such a vulnerable position as trusting someone else with any part of herself KELANI — easy! for one the Force is with her so she's magnificently good at vibe checks. for another, she's incredibly easygoing. she's been in positions where someone who shouldn't have trusted her did, and she kinda uses that as proof that people can be better when given your trust in return. (it's harder after order 66. the whole galaxy gets small and cold and selfish. but before that, even during the war, she held onto trust like it was faith.)

poppy: what comforts your muse?

DAI — zaref :) and the party, but also time alone to unwind. the sky. his dad's cooking. meditating in sunlight. his faith. MINAH — good theater. good art in general. money. a night at a nice inn with a lock on the door. the expanse of the open road. the troupe. cian's sleepytime tea KELANI — meditating. going places where the world is quiet and the Force is warm. her friends. her master. the jedi temple

rose: how much does your muse value other people? do they wish to have many friends, lovers, and/or associates? are they an easy person to love?

DAI — values people immensely, but likes to limit himself to a small group of close companions. too many is overwhelming; he values people for their individuality and the importance of a life but he doesn't want to get up close and personal with all of 'em. I think he's probably an easy person to love, but I'm biased. MINAH — she honestly values people a fair amount (and not just as marks). the care and concern she expresses for others is real—she worries about rhydian, she's sorry for making cian uncomfortable, she doesn't know what to do with riya's grief but she feels bad about it. but she tries to keep her distance—she doesn't want to get too involved with anyone or anything cause she doesn't want anyone or anything to get too involved with her. I think she's an easy person to like and a very hard person to love. KELANI — kel is entirely comprised of compassion. she's a jedi; it's kinda in the job description. she values other more than herself. also, she's never really thought about how many friends/associates she wants because she's part of the order; she has thousands of friends and companions across the galaxy. she never realized how much she took that for granted until they were gone. she's an easy person to love.

[youngpettyqueen]

gotta say, carry you, carry me is one of my fav fics in the fandom. pretty please?

Ok first of all that’s so sweet I’m gonna cry

carry you, carry me was surprisingly tricky. It was my first MASH fic ever, before it I honestly hadn’t written all that much fic! So that came with a lot of challenges

For one thing, nailing the characters was HARD. The MASH style of dialogue fits really well with my style already, seeing as I was raised on that style of humour, so that helped. But trying to capture the internal monologues was hard. BJ was very hard to nail down, and one of the reasons I picked him as my POV character because I realized Hawkeye would be even harder. I’ve since grown accustomed to writing them both, and I love writing for both of them, but it was a big struggle at first

My favourite sequence to write in that fic was the aftermath of Preventative Medicine. I looooove Preventative Medicine, but I hate how the ending tries to frame BJ as being in the right. I also wish we’d gotten a proper aftermath of it, because we never really get any. I wanted Hawkeye to have a messy, ugly breakdown over it if I’m being totally honest, so I tried my hand at having him have exactly that in the fic

Hawkeye’s breakdown is meant to be very reminiscent of BJ’s upcoming breakdown in Period of Adjustment. He gets blackout drunk and goes on a tirade, much like BJ will, but unlike BJ, Hawkeye’s focusing all of his anger on himself. This scene is Hawkeye at a very low point, dealing with a whole new level of self-loathing and disgust and rage. Again, I think Hawkeye was in the right in Preventative Medicine, but he does quite literally yell at BJ that he hates himself. I wanted to explore that, really show it, really get into Hawkeye having a nasty, drunken breakdown because he hates himself and he hates what he had to do. He’s in the right, yes, but that doesn’t make the situation any easier to deal with

I also wanted BJ to have to wrestle with it. I think it’s fair of him to have refused to partake, I like that he stuck to his morals, but I hate that he was framed as being in the right. He simply isn’t. And I think there should’ve been a scene where he had to reckon with the ugly fallout of it and his own guilt. He didn’t actually try all that hard to stop Hawkeye, he stood by and let him do it, and now he’s falling apart. He can’t make himself be angry anymore cause he’s just plain worried- Hawkeye’s a wreck and he doesn’t know what to do about it. I ultimately have him focus on Hawkeye and taking care of him, which distracts him from his anger and drums up sympathy he doesn’t particularly want, and in the end he really just can’t make himself be angry anymore

While the rest of this fic is lighter and focuses more on the comfort of hurt/comfort, this section is very much about the hurt. That’s why I end it with BJ calling Sidney, because I think Sidney was definitely needed after the events of Preventative Medicine. I bring Hawkeye to a really low point, I deliberately included this bit-

“BJ feels a spike of annoyance, despite himself. He takes a steadying breath. “That’s not what I meant,” He says, his voice level, “I’m not worried about what you’ll do. I’m worried about you. How much have you had to drink?” He asks.

“Not enough,” Hawkeye snips back, “I’m still alive.”

BJ knows he isn’t joking. Even when he’s low, even when he’s at his worst, Hawkeye is very obvious with his jokes. And right now, he isn’t joking. Not in the slightest. “That’s not funny.” He says anyways.

“I wasn’t trying to be.” Hawkeye growls.”

-to make it clear this wasn’t going to be joking around. It only escalates from this point, with Hawkeye getting angrier and louder until he cracks and breaks, but this specific bit was the real indicator of how bad it was

BJ’s Period of Adjustment breakdown follows soon after this in the fic. I rewrote that section more times than I can count. One of the original drafts was a 5 + 1 which was going to be 5 times BJ carried Hawkeye and 1 time Hawkeye returned the favour, so this scene was originally a lot longer and more detailed. I ultimately scrapped a lot of it once I did away with the 5 + 1 structure

Originally I’d actually written the entire scene of BJ actually seeing the shiner he gave Hawkeye. I did like it, but I couldn’t make it fit with the rest of the section, and it was starting to feel too angsty. I really wanted the Preventative Medicine breakdown to be the punch in the teeth in this fic, and including a ton of detail in this section felt very distracting, so I decided to shorten it and keep only what I felt was necessary to convey the feelings I wanted to convey. What mattered to me most was the parallel between Hawkeye and BJ’s respective breakdowns, so I kept what I needed for that, and also what I needed to make the point that Hawkeye carries BJ in his own way

[girltomato]

sweet girl: the soft launch attempt

max verstappen x fem!reader

no warnings

max and his author!gf attempt to soft launch their relationship, but y/n's readers are amateur detectives and the orange army are just there for the ride.

fc: phoebe dynevor

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( ♫ It's Oh So Quiet - Betty Hutton )

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yourbff missing u🤍🤍🤍 have lots of fun bb

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user1 congrats on being a nyt bestseller (again), bloodhound is insane

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user3 the song... girl u aren't slick😭😭

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user6 if all my books were million sellers i too would spend my free time on the beach with a hot man

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f1gossip Eagle eyed twitter fans believe they have discovered the identity of Max Verstappen's new girlfriend.

24 year old Y/n L/n is a 3x New York Times best selling author and is shortlisted for the Booker Prize Award 2023 with her second novel Swan Song. She released her third novel, Bloodhound three weeks ago to critical acclaim.

She was spotted spending time on a yacht in St. Tropez with Max earlier this week and fans connected an Instagram post shared by the author and a story posted by Max the same day.

Max has admitted to not being a big reader, claiming to have only read four books in an interview earlier this year - two of which where L/n's novels. He began following her in 2021, she followed him back in early 2023.

Could we be seeing a new couple in the paddock soon??

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user27 a wag with a real job, we have entered the glory days

user82 followed since 2021🤭🤭 max verstappen u simp

user49 let's see how the wannabe wags and gold diggers react to this😭😭

⤷ user20 i know some paddock regulars just started sobbing

user63 omg i love her books i never expected this crossover

user91 i'll believe it when i see it, max has always preferred the model type

⤷ user41 girl be serious have u seen y/n??

user58 max verstappen i was not familiar with ur game

user10 she's so pretty i hope this is true

my first post on this acc hi everyone. i have a few plans for the sweet girl universe but i am incapable of writing in chronological order sooo apologies. also working on a fem!driver oc who i love with my whole heart just trying to figure out how to format it. anyways i hope u enjoy.

likes and reblogs are always appreciated <3

[mingi-s-dimples]

Scented Shadows - Wooyoung

KINKTOBER DAY 14 - REQ. BY @la-undercover-latina

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MY DEAR LOVE AND READERRRRR IT'S YOUR BIRTHDAYYY HAPPY BIRTHDAYYY ^^ (on 26th october, idk if it's still 26th for you or not 😞)

~"Werewolf!Wooyoung can smell your heat coming before you know. And he doesn’t have any plans of you leaving his side during your heat."

pairing: werewolf!wooyoung x half human/half werewolf fem!reader

genre: 18+, filth, werewolf au

summary: I don't even know what to write bro.. let's just say that your boyfriend senses your heat moments before you do and well... he fucks you *senselessly*.

wc: 4.4k

warnings: pureblood werewolf!wooyoung, cocky wooyoung, he kinda teases the hell out of reader, fingering, finger-fucking, tying up her hands to the headboard, manhandling at it's finest, did I say he's cocky?, monster cock wooyoung agenda (obvi, he's a werewolf), lots of cummm, two rounds and *def* implied multiple next rounds, fucking against the wall, ass slapping & squeezing, overstim, orgasms (both m&f), slight possessiveness, at first he's really sweet and all about her first heat around him but uhm he's Wooyoung so expected the unexpected, making out, biting, marking, breast fondling, slight nipple sucking, he's so damn talkative I'm going insane, unprotected, completely consensual, unedited, for sure forgot something.

Author's Note: *wooyoung brainrot* please. I went *insane* writing this. I don't even have words to explain how many *horny* breaks I had to take because it turned me the fuck on while writing? Anyways, @woolysium , you might enjoy this too ^^ you'll see it when you'll wake up 😭😭 I can't wait to see your reaction (3:24am for me, 8:24 am for her as we speak). As for you, my dear love, @la-undercover-latina , I hope you'll enjoy this lil fic for your birthday ^^. I had fun writing it, hihi 🤍 Happy birthday once again and.. enjoy !!

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and does not represent the reality of the member in any way.

The dim glow from the TV cast flickering shadows across Woooyoung's sharp features, his warm hand resting on yours, and his other draped over the back of the couch. You felt so safe beside him, nestled in a cocoon of blankets, his heat and presence a comfort. The movie played on, though you hadn’t been paying much attention to it, stealing glances at him every few minutes. It felt like you’d finally found a moment of peace, a moment that felt untouched by the usual chaos that came with being half-werewolf, half-human. With Woooyoung, you could forget that you were anything but his.

You settled in closer, the cozy room filled with nothing but the hum of the TV and his occasional laugh or quiet, whispered comment, always managing to bring a smile to your face. It was so effortless, so natural, being around him. As much as Woooyoung had a reputation for his playful mischief, there was a seriousness, a depth in the way he cared for you that caught you off-guard sometimes. He had always been protective, a pureblood with instincts that ran deep, strong and unmistakable—yet he’d shown nothing but patience and care for your half-blood nature, never letting it matter more than the person you were. He was your haven in ways no one else could be.

But then, all of a sudden, you felt the shift. Woooyoung's hand tightened around yours, his thumb slowing as it traced gentle circles on your knuckles. His gaze, once relaxed and lazy as he watched the movie, suddenly sharpened, an intense focus clouding over his usually warm eyes. You blinked, unsure if you were imagining it, but you felt the change ripple through him—a silent charge in the air that prickled over your skin, setting your pulse racing before you even understood why.

“Woo?” you murmured, nudging his shoulder lightly, hoping to bring him back to the moment.

He turned to you, his eyes holding a glint that hadn’t been there before, something deep, primal, and entirely possessive. You felt his gaze sweep over you, an almost hungry intensity that seemed to unnerve him just as much as it did you. It was then that you realized the warmth spreading through you, a heat unfurling from somewhere deep inside, slowly overtaking your senses. It was subtle, creeping up on you like the steady build of a storm on the horizon. The realization struck hard, a mixture of shock and nerves that made your cheeks burn.

Your heat.

This was the first time it had happened around Woooyoung, and you weren’t even sure how to process it. As a half-werewolf, your cycles had always been unpredictable, never quite like those of full-blooded wolves, but now there was no denying the signs—the way your pulse quickened, your skin tingled, and every sense seemed to be dialed up to ten. It was unmistakable, and judging by Woooyoung’s expression, he had picked up on it before you even had.

“Woooyoung, it’s fine,” you said quickly, trying to keep your voice steady, though you could hear the tremor in it. “Really. I can handle this.”

But he didn’t move, his eyes narrowing slightly as he took in your flustered expression. “Can you?” he asked softly, his voice a rougher, deeper rumble than usual. “Because from where I’m sitting… it doesn’t seem like you should be handling this alone.”

There was no mistaking the edge in his voice, an unmistakable possession, a fierceness that seemed to run far deeper than his usual protectiveness. He was close now, his hand moving from yours to gently cup your jaw, his thumb brushing along your cheek in a way that sent a shiver down your spine. His touch was warm, grounding, but you could feel the restraint there, the careful control that kept him from holding you tighter, pulling you closer.

“Woooyoung,” you whispered, trying to keep the tension at bay. “I just… I wasn’t expecting this. I didn’t think I’d be… around you when it happened.” Your voice faltered, embarrassment coloring your cheeks.

“Don’t apologize,” he murmured, his tone leaving no room for doubt. “I’m here now, and I’m not going anywhere.” He tilted your chin up, his gaze unrelenting, filled with a determination that made your heart skip a beat. “This is your first heat with me around, isn’t it?” he asked, though it was more a statement than a question. His jaw clenched, a glint of possessiveness flashing in his gaze that made your breath catch.

“Yes…” you managed, the word barely a whisper.

He nodded, a satisfied sound rumbling from him as he leaned closer, his forehead resting against yours. “I thought so. I could tell something was different tonight.” His hand slipped to the back of your neck, his fingers tangling in your hair in a way that was as much comfort as it was claim. “And you think I’d just leave you to handle this on your own?” he asked, his voice laced with a quiet intensity that sent warmth pooling through you.

“No, but…” You tried to hold onto some semblance of control, to keep things from spiraling into uncharted territory. “I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

He let out a low chuckle, a sound so full of warmth and affection that it sent a shiver through you. “Trust me, the only thing that makes me uncomfortable is the idea of you feeling like you have to hide this from me.” His hand found yours again, and he held it tightly, his thumb brushing over your skin in soothing, grounding strokes. “You’re mine. All of you—everything you are, everything you feel. I want to be here with you, for all of it. So don’t try to push me away, especially not now.”

His words left no room for argument, each one infused with a strength that was as reassuring as it was intoxicating. The intensity in his gaze softened slightly as he watched you, his expression warm, protective, and so full of care that you felt your guard slip, the tension easing from your shoulders.

“Alright,” you breathed, giving in to the pull of his words, the comfort of his presence. “I just… I didn’t want this to change things between us.”

Woooyoung let out a quiet sigh, pulling you into his arms, his embrace warm and solid, a barrier against all your worries. “It doesn’t change anything,” he said firmly, his lips brushing your forehead. “If anything, it just means I get to be here for you in a way I haven’t before. I want to be here, *need* to be here.”

You could feel the depth of his emotions, the fierceness of his resolve, and it made something in your chest tighten, warmth spreading through you as you sank into his hold, letting him steady you.

As he held you, his hands gentle yet possessive, you realized that there was nothing to fear, nothing to hide. Woooyoung was here, steadfast and unflinching, a presence as constant as the stars outside the window. And for the first time, you felt truly safe in the knowledge that this was something you didn’t have to face alone.

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The room felt suddenly warmer, the soft glow from the TV screen casting a low, intimate light over the two of you. Woooyoung’s hands lingered where they held you, one hand cradling your face with a tenderness that sent tingles down your spine, while his other hand traced slow, deliberate circles against the small of your back, his thumb grazing over the thin fabric of your shirt. His gaze, dark and intent, held yours, and you felt your breath catch as his eyes dipped to your lips.

“You don’t have to hold back,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble, his breath fanning across your face as he leaned closer. His hand slid up to the back of your neck, fingers threading gently through your hair as he tilted your head up, his thumb stroking along your jaw in a way that left you feeling dizzy, each touch grounding you and yet sparking something electric, something that was growing impossible to ignore.

You couldn’t deny the fire that was building inside, the heat that seemed to flare each time he touched you, each time his gaze lingered on you. Your heart raced, your pulse hammering in your ears as you felt yourself leaning into him, drawn to the warmth of his skin, the steady, grounding presence of him against you.

“Woo,” you whispered, though it came out breathier than you intended, your voice thick with the intensity of your own need. You felt yourself slipping, your usual control slipping with it as his fingers trailed down your neck, pausing at the delicate line of your collarbone before slowly moving down your arm, igniting every inch of skin beneath his touch.

Woooyoung’s breath hitched as he drew closer, his face only a whisper away from yours, his gaze flickering over every detail, taking you in like he was memorizing you, savoring the moment. The possessiveness in his expression was unmistakable, mingling with the tenderness in his touch as his thumb brushed over the curve of your cheek, a small, reverent gesture that somehow left you feeling even more breathless.

“I’ve never seen you like this,” he murmured, his voice thick, a little rough around the edges, his breath warm against your skin. “But God, I can’t stand the thought of letting you go through this alone. Not when I’m right here, not when I can be here for you.”

His words sent a shiver through you, your heart racing as he leaned in closer, his lips brushing the edge of your jaw, soft and barely there, but enough to send warmth pooling in your chest, spreading through you in waves. You felt your own breath hitch, the sensation of his closeness, his warmth and touch, intoxicating in a way you hadn’t anticipated.

He pulled back just slightly, his gaze finding yours, his hand still at the back of your neck as he ran his thumb over your skin, the gesture gentle, grounding. “Tell me to stop if you want me to,” he whispered, though you could see the way his eyes darkened as he watched you, his own control beginning to slip. “But if you don’t… let me be here for you.”

Your voice caught in your throat, the words escaping you as you looked up at him, feeling the full force of his gaze. The restraint, the tension in his muscles as he held himself back, all for you, all for your sake, made something in you ache. But it was his tenderness, the care in his eyes, that undid you.

“Don’t stop,” you whispered, the words barely a breath as you met his gaze, your cheeks flushed, heart pounding as you gave in to the pull between you. His eyes softened, a look of relief crossing his features before he leaned in, his lips meeting yours in a kiss that was soft and gentle at first, but that quickly deepened, his hand tightening at the back of your neck as he pulled you closer.

Your heat flared, the intensity of your need rising with each kiss, each gentle brush of his lips, each time his hands roamed over your skin with a reverence that left you breathless. Woooyoung’s hands moved to your waist, his touch warm, possessive as he pulled you closer, his lips never leaving yours, his breath mingling with yours as the kiss deepened, becoming more urgent, more fervent.

Your own hands found their way into his hair, fingers tangling as you pressed yourself closer, losing yourself in the warmth of him, the steady, grounding presence that kept you anchored even as the heat within you burned brighter, hotter with each passing second. Woooyoung’s breath hitched as your hands traced over his shoulders, down his chest, feeling the way his muscles tensed beneath your touch, his pulse quickening in sync with yours.

He pulled back just enough to catch his breath, his forehead resting against yours, his hand still at the small of your back, keeping you close, his thumb rubbing slow, soothing circles that only served to make your heart race faster.

Woooyoung’s fingers grazed the hem of your shirt, hesitating just a second before he tugged it up, his eyes never leaving yours as he carefully pulled it over your head. The shirt fell away, leaving you feeling suddenly vulnerable under his gaze, his eyes taking in every detail, a mix of admiration and possession reflected in the warmth of his gaze. His hand came to rest on your shoulder, his thumb brushing over your skin in slow, soothing strokes that sent shivers down your spine, grounding you in the tenderness of his touch.

“You’re beautiful,” he murmured, his voice soft, filled with a reverence that made your heart stutter. His hands moved with a deliberate gentleness as he traced along your collarbone, the warmth of his fingers making you melt under his touch, every movement sending waves of warmth through you. His hand drifted lower, coming to rest at your waist, fingers curling around you with a possessiveness that left you breathless.

Your own hands moved to his shirt, the need to feel him, to be closer, urging you forward as you tugged at the fabric, pulling it up and over his shoulders. His skin was warm, the muscles beneath tensing slightly as you traced your fingers over his chest, feeling the steady, reassuring beat of his heart, the way his breath hitched under your touch. He watched you intently, a softness in his gaze as he let you explore, his hands never leaving your skin, holding you close as he soaked in every moment, every reaction.

“Are you alright?” he asked softly, his voice gentle, his thumb tracing small, grounding circles against your waist as he watched you with a concern that left you feeling safe, even as the intensity between you continued to build.

“Yes,” you breathed, the word barely audible as you met his gaze, your own cheeks flushed, heart racing as you leaned into him. There was a vulnerability in this closeness, a sense of connection that went beyond words, beyond touch, and as he held you, every ounce of doubt faded, replaced by the warmth of his presence, his tenderness.

Woooyoung’s fingers moved to the waistband of your pants, his gaze flicking back to meet yours, seeking silent permission. When you nodded, he carefully slid them down, his touch gentle and reverent, leaving a trail of warmth in its wake. His breath hitched as he took in the sight of you, his gaze filled with awe and something deeper, a need that was matched by his control, his dedication to being there for you in every way you needed.

“You’re everything,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion as he held you, his hands resting at your waist, pulling you close, grounding you in the warmth, the safety of his embrace. The two of you sank back onto the couch, the world outside fading away as you let yourself fall into the warmth of his touch, the steady, grounding presence of him there beside you, as if he was your world, and you his.

In that moment, nothing else mattered—just you, Woooyoung, and the warmth that blossomed between you, a connection that went beyond anything you’d ever felt before.

“I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anything more,” he murmured, his voice rough, his gaze meeting yours with a warmth, a tenderness that left you breathless.

You felt yourself melt into him, the warmth of his hands, the steady beat of his heart beneath your fingertips grounding you as he leaned in, capturing your lips once more. His kiss was tender, reverent, filled with a care and devotion that left you feeling weightless, swept up in the warmth and safety of him.

For now, nothing else mattered.

"H-haven't been like this before" your breath hitched, barely above a whisper.

"Neither did I see you like this.. but who am I to complain? How I'd love to fuck you right now until you can't walk tomorrow.." he smiled playfully, eyes wandering all over you.

Your attitude suddenly changes, feeling provoked by his words. "Hah, if you can even compete with my heat, baby".

"Jokes on you... I'm sometimes able to coordinate my heat to other werewolfs... but you weren't aware of that, were you, my love?"

You gulped.

"What do you mean..?" you muffled, barely above a whisper. Did you have any reason to be.. scared? No, he wouldn't hurt you, never. But.. his heats were *intense*.

He leaned in closer, his breath warm against your ear, his voice a low, rumbling whisper. "It means," he murmured, "that tonight, you're not getting away from me." His fingers trailed along your arm, igniting sparks that made your skin prickle. "You’re right to be nervous... but not for the reasons you think."

Your heart raced, anticipation mingling with a thrill you couldn’t deny. Every inch of you felt hyperaware of his presence, the primal energy simmering just beneath the surface. He pulled back just enough to meet your eyes, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth as he watched you struggle with your composure.

"Tell me to stop," he dared, his gaze locked onto yours, a playful challenge lingering in his eyes. "Or... surrender."

His words hung in the air, a tantalizing choice dangling between the two of you, "you also clearly...need it" he peeked between your legs, arousal already dripping from your panties.

Your pulse thundered in your ears, the gravity of his challenge sinking in. The weight of his gaze held you there, pulling you deeper into the intensity of the moment. You tried to form words, but they tangled on your tongue, every coherent thought slipping through your grasp as his presence consumed your senses.

Your lips parted, a shaky breath escaping as you whispered, "I... I don’t want you to stop."

A triumphant glint sparked in his eyes, and he moved closer, his hand reaching up to gently cradle your face. His thumb brushed along your cheek, a delicate touch in stark contrast to the fire blazing behind his gaze. "Then surrender to me completely," he murmured, his voice like velvet, dark and alluring.

With a slight tilt of his head, he pressed his lips to yours, slow and intoxicating. The kiss was a promise, a claim, leaving you breathless and wanting more. You melted against him, feeling the strength and warmth of his hold. The tension between you shifted, giving way to a raw, undeniable pull that neither of you could ignore.

He broke the kiss just long enough to whisper, "Tonight, you’re mine." His words hung in the air, sealing the promise of a night you would never forget.

From the tender, sweet guy he was at first when he first sensed your heat... he became the primal instinct-driven man you'd always see and.. feel, on your own, whenever Wooyoung was in heat.

He suddenly lifted you in his embrace and threw you on the mattress in your shared bedroom. You slightlt got up on your elbows but were soon pushed down by Wooyoung, his right hand holding you eagerly by your throat. He undressed himself and smirked at you. That *damned* smirk... the one that was telling you that you're basically.. done for.

"Let's see if you keep yourself true to your words, baby." and as soon as he finished his words, he leaned in for a kiss. At first it was a slow, deliberate kiss, then it deepened and became more needy, lustful, craved. His tongue interlocking with yours, sloppy and playful sounds could be heard.

You loved that Wooyoung was so.. talkative, and loud whenever he was in a heat. It actually turned you the fuck on.

He took his belt from the pants he threw on the floor a moment ago and tied up your hands thighly, right above your head to the headboard. He then spread out your legs forcefully, your body arching against the linen. He ripped off your soaked panties and threw them somewhere. He got rid of his briefs, too, his huge girthy and lengthy cock springing out angrily, waiting for any kind of action. He then slightly positioned himself closer to you, one hand going between your legs, one on his cock.

"Nhh-, please.." you mumbled.

"*Please* what, darling? I can't quite.." he pushed 2 of his fingers right inde your cunt, receiving a soft moan from you, "hear you" he pushed another one, making it 3 fingers. Your back arched against his touch as he started finger-fucking your rapidly, the hand on his cock moving, too. As he started stroking his length, you tried moving up and down on his fingers, trying to get to feel him way more and deeper.

"Try to stay quiet if you can.. I dare you"

"Huh? I- Wooyoung-ah!" you moaned his name loudly as he positioned himself to your cunt and fully thrusted in, no warning before he started fucking you rapidly and roughly. ""I want to see how far I can push you.. see where your limits really are."

As Woooyoung was senselessly ramming into you, his hands roamed in your body, his lips too. They went from your thighs which he kissed and, at first, softly bite, to your belly where he harshly sucked your skin and left marks all over, then to your collarbones and breasts where his lips found their way to your now-hardener nipples. He suck them off for a long minute at the same time he was fucking you, sending shivers through your whole body.

"I love the way you react to me. All those little shivers... I could do this all night" he cockily said, thrusting even more rapidly, breath hitching in his throat as he leaned in for a soft kiss. As he pulled back and saliva dripped from your lips, he looked down at his cock going in and out of you rapidly. He saw your face flushed, not being able to look in his eyes. "Keep your eyes on me. Don’t you dare look away—I want to see every second you lose control."

He flipped you over. Yes, his cock was still inches deep inside you, but he flipped you over and one hand went over to the nape of your neck, pushing your face in the mattress. His left hand, the free one, went to your ass and squeezed it once, then he slappped you hard, leaving a rosy mark on your fair skin. You whined at the rough touch, sound barely above a whisper, face buried in the linen. The same hand from your ass went to rest on the curve of your back, softly pushing himself in way better. He started rapidly fucking you again, but this time with a twist. You could feel him in all your sweets spots, back arching and legs already starting to tremble as you felt your high coming closer and closer.

"Wooyoung, ngh-I'm cl-close...!" you shouted, barely being able to form coherent words. As soon as he understood what you meant, you could basically feel the smirk he gave you a second before his hand travelled between your legs from over your legs and waist, aiming for your cunt. His dick inches in you and ppunding into you, 2 of his fingers circled your swollen clit. You quietly moaned at his touch. As soon as he combined those two motions, ramming and circling your clit, you came down from your high beautifully, creaming on his cock. He fucked you through your orgasm and he for sure didn't plan on stopping.

"I know exactly where to touch you, where to push you… look at you coming undone just like I knew you would. Good girl, princess." Woo confidently and cockily said, drops of sweat falling off his head on your chest. "Let's try one.. more. Shall we? I’m going to make sure you feel me in every breath you take."

"Wooyoung wait-!"

"What." he said, confused.

"Slow d-down !" you whispered.

""I'm not stopping until I have you exactly how I want you" he flipped you over on your back again and lifted you up. He pushed you to the uncluttered wall in the room, the headboard behind you slightly breaking when he forced the belt off. Your hands fell to his shoulders, holding onto him thightly. He held you by your ass and pulled you close, making you jump on his cock.

"I love fucking you against a wall so damn much.. and I'm so sad your heat is irregular.. really fucks up my mood. But now? I will make sure you won't be able to walk tomorrow, as I said." and he started kissing your collarbone. He bit you again, this time leaving teeth marks all over.

"You feel so good.. sweetie. I'm so close-" his breath caught up in his throat as he released his load in your cunt, pounding it all up in you. He took his sweet time until he felt satisfied with the amount of thrusts he did and pushed you over the edge, legs trembling around him and hands barely holding onto him. You came down from your high the 2nd time for the night.. and it was not about to be even close to the last one.

"See? This is what you joined in for. How do you feel about it, sweetie?"

"Please just... don't ever stop" you muffled, with teary eyes and a smirk on your face.

He leaned in close, a smirk playing on his lips, his gaze flickering with that unmistakable spark. "Oh, sweetheart," he murmured, his voice low and teasing, "we’re nowhere near done. I warned you, didn’t I? Once you’re in, there’s no stopping. And tonight? We’re just getting started."

He tilted his head, brushing his thumb over your cheek, taking in the way your breath hitched at his touch. "Think you can keep up with me?" he asked, letting a confident chuckle slip through as he traced his fingertips along your skin. His expression softened for a moment, but that mischievous glint in his eyes stayed strong, hinting at the intensity yet to come.

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[obeymeasks]

Ok, for the x reader requests

Brothers finding out that Reader's biggest fear is demons? Maybe a few months into the exchange program, after they're friends/dating, it just comes up someway and MC's just like "oh yeah I'm terrified of yall"

Like, nothing in particular caused that, they were just always scared, even before the exchange program.

Ty :) also drink water

haha this is cute! thanks for the request, please enjoy~~

Lucifer

Lucifer would have already gathered from your reactions/side comments/looks of terror that demons were one of your fears. In fact, he would definitely use it to tease you until you realize that he knows. And even when you find out that your fear is revealed, he wouldn't stop. Maybe it's because he knows that, despite the fright, you care deeply about them all.

Mammon

When you casually mention to Mammon that you've always been scared of demons, he tries to act like he knew all along. Of course he didn't, but it's fun to watch him try to act tough and scary. Still, you notice that after that point, he gets a bit more protective of you - pulling you closer when you two are walking around the Devildom.

Leviathan

Levi doesn't bother to take his eyes off his videogame when you mention your fear of demons. Instead, he kind of huffs out a laugh, and asks why you would be scared of them, since most demons are 'super lame'. You laugh along with him, and go back to playing your game.

Asmodeus

"Is that so, dear?" Asmo asks as he brushes your hair back. You had just confided in him after a rather difficult day that your fear of demons has been acting up lately with all the walking you have to do alone to and from the Academy. When you tell him, he immediately drops his lip balm and hair brush, grabbing your hands and consoling you. He tells you that that won't do, that you're too beautiful to feel anything but confident as you're strutting through the streets of the Devildom. After his comments have you laughing off your worries, you two go back to your spa day.

Satan

You had planned to tell Satan about your fear of demons later in the day when you two were going on a picnic date. It had been something you were meaning to tell him for a while, as your anxieties truly flared up when Satan would get angry at his brothers, start screaming, and turn into his demon form. You knew that if you told him about your fear, he would try to act more reasonable around you, but you just kept putting it off, worried that he may get angry, or yell at you or make a rude comment. But when a stray cat ran up to him, and he crouched down with the brightest smile on his face, petting the kitty as it purred under his hand, you knew that he had a truly good heart, and that your fears were unwarranted.

Beelzebub

Beelzebub nodded intently when you mentioned to him that you had always found demons terrifying. It had just casually come up in your conversation, but he had immediately started listening when you broached the subject. With a look of sadness in his eyes, he told you that he was sorry if he ever scared you, and even when you told him that he didn't, he promised to always protect you and treat you gently. Then, he asked if you wanted a bite of his chips.

Belphegor

Belphie chuckled to himself when you told him you found demons scary, almost as if it was a joke. "Really?" he asked, and when you nodded seriously, he leaned in closer, his sleepy eyes and crooked smile calming you. "We aren't that scary, you know. Most of us are pretty stupid, anyway. I mean, you've met my brothers." You two laughed, and he grabbed your hand as your worries drifted away.

[bbokicidal]

Ok now I'm thinking of sub Seungmin being an absolute ass and then being out in his place and begging for forgiveness.

Just imagine he's all cocky n shit demanding stuff of you knowing you'll go along with it to please him, but once he gets bitchy about it you give him a warning but it doesn't seem to be enough. You really need to show him who's boss really put him in his place, maybe bury his face into the pillow til he stains it with his tears. He's just begging you to let him cum, or on the contrary pleading with you to stop that it's soo much. His voice broken bearly coherent only the whine in his voice being the thing you hear. Oooouuu my mind is going crazy.

Anyways hope you're having a good day^^

I have a fever of like an outrageous temp but ty for the well wishes !

Put him !! In his !! Place !!!!

warning : mention of chan punishing/spanking seungmin

Sub!Seungmin loves it when you actually be kind of mean to him. He likes prodding at you, poking fun, teasing, nipping at you here and there throughout the day just to rile you up - asking you to do things for him, grab his water, get him his coat, expectant of you to obey and you DO because you adore him and you're a kindhearted angel to him and the other guys,

but when he's actually starting to irk you, you know it's time to shut his ass up.

which includes but isn't limited to;

pushing Sub!Seungmin's face into the pillows and listening to him actually sob against the white case, staining it with his tears as he clings to it for dear life. He's in shambles under your body, leaning over him and jerking his cock while filling up his hole with a plug so he has some sort of relief. Though that doesn't really counter the overstimulation you're putting him through, making him come over and over until there's an actual puddle pooling in the sheets. (you need to just buy new ones at that point.)

making Sub!Seungmin sit on his knees at your feet and wait patiently like the puppy he is. one of Seungmin's key features (especially in the bedroom) is how impatient he is. he wants it, he wants it now, and he wants it done like this - that's how he is as a person. so when he's getting punished for being a manic little brat, you decide to make him wait an excruciatingly long time for any sort of stimulation. and maybe you'll rub over his cock with your foot or tease him by opening your legs and letting him have a glimpse up your skirt; but it's unlikely he's getting touched AT ALL for a while. (which means he's going to sit there and whine like an actual dog while staring up at you in desperation.)

having the others punish Sub!Seungmin for you. one of the member's who's been included in this before is Dom!Chris who heavy enjoys getting to put Seungmin in his place for a few hours. usually he doesn't mind his teasing, prodding and joking, but sometimes it gets on his nerves and when you first gave him the opportunity to punish your pup - he was a bit surprised and hesitant. was he really allowed? how far could he go? well, it ended with the leader having red palms from spanking the second youngest until he was bruised. Seungmin returned to you whimpering and with tears in his eyes, only to be met with more punishment as you drained him until his balls were empty and he was quivering on the mattress with wrists tied above his head.

No matter what you do though, Seungmin's gonna love it. So.~

[activesplooger]

Heya! Can we have yandere adam smut with fem reader whom has big boobs and a thin waist? Back pain goes crazy...Adam thinks it but a small price to pay to have big titties <3

of course my dear!

𝓨𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓮!𝓐𝓭𝓪𝓶 𝔁 𝓑𝓲𝓰-𝓫𝓸𝓸𝓫-𝓼𝓵𝓲𝓶-𝔀𝓪𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓭!𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻 | 𝓢𝓜𝓤𝓣 | 18+ 𝓜𝓓𝓝𝓘 | 𝓗𝓪𝔃𝓫𝓲𝓷

𝓝𝓸𝓽𝓮𝓼: (MDNI) SO SORRY FOR THE LATE RESPONSE ANON <3 ty for the request i had a lot of fun! hope u enjoy it :)

𝓒𝓦: NSFW!!, posessiveness, yandere-ish behavior, spanking, oral (m recieving)

𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓒𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓽: 1,519

One of your closest friends was having a birthday and you just had to go. She's your best friend after all! And despite your over-protective boyfriend's protests, you were adamant about going.

"Cmon baby," he whined, massaging your hips to try to coax you into not going, "stay with me. I'll show you an even better time~". Reluctantly, you pull away, careful to not fall for his tricks, "No, Adam. Ally's been my best friend since I was on Earth! I can't miss this.". Adam rolls his eyes, "Jesus, she's had a hundred fucking birthdays! God forbid you miss one-". "Adam," you warn, "I'm going. That's final.". His grip on your hips gets punishingly tight, the soft caress turning into a possesive hold, "Fine! Fuck! Be like that then. You better call me every 5 fucking minutes babe.". Rolling your eyes, you mutter "yeah whatever" under your breath as you walk to the bedroom, "I'm gonna get dressed.".

Adam's gaze lingers on your ass as you walk away, mesmorized by the subtle sway of your hips as you move. The sight is enough for him to get his cock to full mast. He almost forgets about his past frustration as new problem painfully strains against the confines of his boxers and peaks out through his robe. 'Shit,' he thinks to himself, 'I'll deal with her later. Bathroom first.'.

You finish getting ready, your hair and makeup had already been done so it only took about 5 minutes to get dressed. You put on one of Adam's large hoodies to cover your outfit. The outfit you're wearing under the hoodie consists of a tight leather mini-skirt and a black corset paired with knee high boots. The mini skirt and boots excentuated your legs, your bare thigh peaks out revealing a tantalizing amount of skin. Your corset squeezed tightly around your slim waist, while your tits look even bigger as they get squeezed together by the tight bustier. Yeah, it wasn't exactly the most modest outfit... But you could get away with it since Heaven wouldn't dare repremanding the first man's girlfriend. However, Adam for sure wouldn't let this outfit slide. It's not like you'd ever think of letting another man touching you or anything, it's just to look good! No matter how many times you'd reasure him of this, he wouldn't budge. Hence, the large hoodie.

You hope that it would fool him and you'd get off scot free, but Adam isn't stupid. It's certainely a long shot that you were willing to take. Stepping out of the bedroom you see the bathroom light and fan turned on. Adam usually turns the fan on when jacking off to drown out the noise. Fuck yeah, jackpot! Knocking on the door you say your goodbyes, he's be too busy to patrol your outfit anyway, "Bye, love! Im heading out! I love you". Adam tries to suppress a grunt as he responds, his voice ragged as he calls out through the door, "hng, okay... fuck... I love you too...". You throw off the hoodie, setting it down somewhere on the counter.

Grabbing your purse, you head out the door with a gleeful expression. You can't believe you'd gotten away with it! Now you can have a nice evening with you best friend in the cute outfit you picked. Tonight's gonna be amazing!

--

Fuck. You're screwed. It's currently 3am and your only just getting home. You had previously promised Adam to be home no later than 11pm and it's now 4 hours passed. And if that wasn't bad enough, your phone died quickly so you missed any messages from Adam. It wasn't your fault thought! You had lost track of time and had to be everyone's designated driver. 'Maybe he'd understand' you thought, then remembering that it's Adam and he would not give a fuck. Quietly, you remove your boots as to not rouse Adam with the clicking of the heel. Tiptoeing inside, you see Adam sitting on the couch with a stern expression. Well, fuck.

"H-Hey baby," you stammer, wishing you had kept his hoodie on, "what're you doing up?". He scoffs, "What the fuck are you doing up? And you're not answering my texts? I was worried, bitch!". "Adam," you begin, trying to get him to sympathise with you, "I wasn't doing anything I swear! My phone had died and of course Ally got shit faced so I had to drive her and everyone home-". "Stop," he commands, "come here.". Curiously you step foward, his eyes roaming over your body, "You let people see you like this? In this slutty fucking outfit?".

"Adam-"

"Quiet," he interupts.

You didn't dare talk back. Normally, you wouldn't put up with his possesive crap but you had gone too far... Plus, he did get cheated on with his ex-wives who were supposed to be made for him, so you knew why he was extra possesive.

Adam roughly grabs your hips and turns you around, exhaling sharply as he examines your outfit, "Jesus FUCK, I can't fucking believe people saw this.". His large hands grab your waist and pull you down, now bent over his lap. "A-Adam?!" you stammer. "Shh, baby girl," he coos, "you had this coming.". The angel swiftly swats your barely covered ass, a pleasured yelp escaping your lips. A red hand mark is visible where he spanked you, he rubs the area gently before reaching his hand back and crashing it back down on the sensitive area. "Ah- Adam," you squeak, "please, no more. I'm sorry-". "'Sorry's not gonna cut it, babe. Guess I'll have to remind you who's in fucking charge, hm?".

Before you can speak, Adam effortlessly slings you over his shoulder and ushers you to the bedroom. He throws you down onto the plush mattress, lookimg over you with a dark grin. Your face is mere inches away from his constricted erection. His weighty girth strains against his pants, a mere glimpse of the sheer size of this man. "F-Fuck..." you whisper in a breathy voice, making Adam chuckle grimly. He gestures his hips towards your face, "Go on, you know what you need to do.".

You crane your neck slightly forward, taking the metal zipper in your mouth and pulling it down with you teeth. As you work on taking his pants off, Adam wastes no time in undressing your top half. He swiftly unties your corset, freeing your pert breasts from the confines of the bodice leaving you in just a leather mini skirt.The angel's large hands cup your tits, the large breast enveloping his hands entirely. "Mine," he whispers possesively. Adam kneads the supple flesh, massaging them slowly and teasingly. Moaning softly at his touch, you pull down his boxers. His colossal length presses against his stomach, standing at a proud 10 inches with an impressive girth.

Adam wraps one hand around your petite waist, enveloping it entirely, whilst the other tangles in the back of your hair. "Open wide, baby~" he says in a sultry tone, guiding your mouth toward his eager cock. You wrap your lips around him, stretching your mouth out fully as you try to accomodate for his size. Your tongue twirls around his glossy tip, tasting the salty flavor of his pre cum. Adam's hand snakes up from your waist back to your tit, squeezing the large mound in his hand, "Fuckk baby, take it...". He thrusts into your mouth, causing you to gag slightly. You quickly regained your composure and started to bob your head on his cock, eliciting grunts and praises from him. "That's it," he coos, " 'm gonna fill up your throat. Is that what you want? Because you seem to be begging for attention with that skimpy little outfit that should've been for MY eyes only.".

Talking of your recent 'mistake' only fuels his anger, thrusting into your mouth faster and harder the more irritated he gets. His cock bullies into your throat as he face fucks you, the repetitive agressive pistoning starting to make you struggle. Yeah its safe to say you're gonna have a bit of a sore throat in the morning His hands are now both tangled into your hair, pulling your head in tandem with his thrusts. You reach up and start to massage his balls, immedietly doing the trick. Waves of pleasure crash over Adam, his thrusts becoming erratic as cum pours down your throat.

He finishes riding out his orgasm, his movements gradually getting slower. The angel pulls out of your mouth, his body glistening with sweat as he heaves. You barely have a moment to catch your breath before Adam topples you, laying on top and holding you close for some much needed aftercare.

"Good girl," he praises while stroking your hair. You melt into his embrace, the weight of his body on you feeling like a heated weighted blanket. "Now you now your place, right?" he asks. "Y-Yes." you respond, still trying to catch your breath. Adam kisses your forehead, "Good, let's get some rest. I love you.". "I love you too," you say, slowly drifting off into peaceful slumber.

The end!

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I HAD SO MUCH FUN MAKING THIS YAYAYA :) ty for the req i love them sm <3 now onto kinktober requests!

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-sniigure

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[transmascaraa]

hi! idea: gaming x adeptus!reader, where reader gets all flustered over gaming openly admiring and affectionate towards them bc reader isn't used to so much praise

alternatively! gaming x tea/food stall owner!reader where while he's picking up an order, he almost forgets about the order bc wow reader is just so pretty what + he ends up becoming a regular at their stall

— 🧷anon (side note: ty for doing my req <3)

bf!gaming headcannons!

you were never used to so much praise...

bf!gaming x adeptus!gn!reader

author's note: I LOVE BOTH OF THE IDEAS😭😭 but i chose the first one idk why🤷‍♂️ btw you're welcomeee i'm glad you liked the gaming kabedon hcs<3 also i love your ideas cuz they're so creative imo and just thanks to anyone who requests anything because I HAVE LITTLE TO NO IDEAS. anyways i can't believe so many of you like gaming so much😭 he's so pookie tho we should all love him anyway🗣️ i hope you enjoy!!

"let me make up for all of the years you never got this praise, until you get used to it!"

-you never got praised

-well, at least not enough to get used to it

-not many compliments throughout you life

-that is, until you met gaming...

-at first, you were so confused...

-was he joking?

-was he being for real?

-all he ever gave you were compliments.

-he was so nice to you.

-it felt unreal to you.

-but you know that you'll have to get used to it one day.

-you woke up? he'll praise you!

-you ate today? he'll praise you!

-you drank water? he'll praise you!

-get ready for a shit ton of compliments.

-"hey, my love! i just wanna let you know that you look stunning today!" he said, sitting on the chair next to you.

-you were eating breakfast... and he was there to eat, too, but the compliment made you blush...

-"gaming... stop..." you muttered, smiling embarrassingly at him.

-"i'm being serious, my dear! you're the most stunning, good-looking, attractive, kind, and precious person i've even met! your title of an adeptus completely fits you!" he started throwing compliments at you, and you just buried your head in your hands.

-embarrased. you couldn't keep eye contact with him right not.

-"gaming... no..." you muttered again.

-"it's true, [name]! you're perfect!" he continued.

-"you're perfect, not me..." you said quietly, enough for him to hear.

-"well you're perfect, and i don't care about what you say or think or feel. i know for a fact that you are definitely even more than what could be comprehended as perfect!" he wasn't planning on stopping until you accepted it.

-"okay, okay, fine!" you finally looked up at him, your cheeks red.

-"say that you're perfect." he teased.

-you sighed in defeat.

-"i'm... perfect." you said it, and saw the big warm smile on his face.

-"that's really right! and don't let anyone tell you otherwise! not even your brain! you're perfect! no wonder you're an adeptus!" he hugged you and kissed the top of your head.

-"yeah, yeah, i agree..." you said, it wasn't true what you agreed to, right now.

-but he'll keep going.

-not until you actually believe the truth.

-you're perfect just the way you are.

~~~~~

I LOVED WRITING THIS ONE

IT WAS SO FUN TO MAKE I SWEAR ANON I HOPE YOU LIKE IT<3

one more request to go rn btw🥰🥳

[itsabouttimex2]

Read your villain thing, just to be clear, do you think redemption means a character had to be punished? Because you talked a lot about punishment and I think you mean that if a character isn't punished as equally as they harmed, it's not a redemption. Which I guess is a view you can take, but it's not mine at all

A punishment is literally anything that counts as a “consequence for being an evil person who hurts others for fun/power”.

The only qualification I have is that they have to happen outside of being immediate self-defense. Losing a fight doesn’t count.

They don’t have to be equal- but having characters face something as simple as generic consequences for their actions helps polish a redemption arc and make it seem more authentic- the world feels more alive and real when characters are allowed to have negative responses to those that have hurt them.

Here’s a few “punishments/consequences” Red Son faces for all the shit he’s pulled:

(And thinking on it now, I might move Red Son into my “actually redeemed list” if I ever remake it. He goes through quite a bit of development- I might be being way too harsh on him. Then, he’s still totally unrepentant for hurting innocent people and trying to take over the world… hmm.)

(Footage gathered for Red Son)

Vocal and vitriolic distrust from at least two people who have every reason to distrust him. These people dislike the idea of working with someone who has openly and happy hurt them.

MK at least questioning working with him- he vouches for Red Son anyways, but it’s clear that he has at least some doubts, too.

Clear and open distrust from someone he was constantly hurting/trying to hurt/actively working to subjugate to his family’s whims by attempting to take over the world. Mei performs a “team-up” because the world is in danger, but still actively dislikes him.

Physical assault (played for comedy).

Teasing and mockery (played for laughs).

The butt of more disrespect- the characters have no reason to trust or respect this guy, and it’s portrayed very clearly that they don’t.

It takes an entire training arc that leaves Red Son sincerely opening himself up for this to changed- Red Son has to actively work to help Mei before she’s willing to cozy up to him.

And even after all this?

He isn’t given an immediate and universal pass that makes every character magically okay/friends with him.

THIS is what “punishment” is to me.

I don’t want these characters to break and bleed and die. I don’t want them getting dragged to the underworld while screaming in terror. I don’t want them on the ground with their teeth broken and their pride destroyed.

Consequences don’t have to be violent. They don’t have to be vengeful. They can be, but I don’t need them to be.

So what do I want?

I just want; in-universe, for people to care enough about how they and their loved ones have been hurt to have negative reactions to the pain and suffering they were caused.

And Red Son is actually a pretty good example of that, as it turns out.

As opposed to Macaque, who actively has potential consequences REMOVED-

Tang telling Wukong to not attack him after Macaque forces Tang to complete the Samadhi Fire ritual under the threat of ending Mei’s life.

Why? Why does Tang blame himself for something he was forced to do to prevent a dear friend from being murdered in cold blood?

Tying him up was good- especially with how MK snapped at him to be quiet and how Sandy flipped him around- they dislike him for his crimes, so treat him as a pest- that’s nice!

And then one of the worst moments in the series occurs-

MK giving him an awful “you aren’t a bad guy” speech before Macaque has done a single kind thing for anyone.

Macaque is not “playing” at being a bad guy. He IS a bad guy.

Up to about 27:49, Macaque spends nearly every last moment he gets being an unrepentant and murderous individual who takes open joy in hurting others. It’s not like he’s trying to spare unrelated individuals or going out of his way to avoid hurting people- he openly revels in attacking Ao Guang, assaults Tang, etc.

HE IS NOT SECRETLY A GOOD GUY DEEP DOWN.

“Not meaning it” or whatever is not an excuse for doing evil things!

Like, the most “kind” thing he’s done by now is drag an extremely exhausted and injured Mayor to the team- with no effort or work put in on his part. It’s not like he was out fighting the guy.

It’s the equivalent of your cat dragging in a dead bird and pretending they caught it themself.

Like, oh, “he doesn’t get a bowl of noodles” from MK or whatever, but it’s pretty clear MK was saving those for himself- and Wukong steals them to be petty.

And then comments on the caliber of Wukong’s character in Season Four like Macaque has any right to say anything about anyone- especially the people he’s openly tried to murder and in general be unpleasant towards.

“Wukong was power-hungry,” whines to MK the simian who was so power-hungry that he spent days/weeks manipulating MK to steal his powers.

How does MK respond to this?

Oh, he doesn’t. Because if you’re Macaque, the writers… I don’t know, actually.

Why wouldn’t they have MK defend his mentor, or call out the blatant hypocrisy that he was a victim of?

Seriously, what the hell?

How does Mei respond to a team-up with the guy who violently attacked her uncle and held her life hostage, leading to a chain of events that very well could have killed her?

She doesn’t! Because if you’re Macaque, the writers will write out character traits like “fiery and prone to losing her temper” or “loves her friends and family” to justify her not having a negative response to him doing genuinely awful things so they can have a team-up.

Like, revisit pictures one, three, and four.

Mei is not a gold-hearted sweetie who “simply can’t bear to hold a grudge”! or anything. She should absolutely have a comment here. She should be distrustful. She should be at least cautious.

But she’s not, despite Season Four working to exemplify her negative traits like being trigger-temper and impatient.

Because she’d be going against Macaque-

And the writers will do anything with him BUT acknowledge his crimes or genuinely having intriguing or complex moments between him and his victims.

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There’s one last comment I’ve got to respond to, and then I think I’m done with the “redemption talk” stuff. ​

I’ve pretty much spilled out all my feelings on Macaque’s arc by now- there’s nothing left I can say.

But I’ve enjoyed talking on it, and I’ve enjoyed seeing the counterarguments! It’s been nice to see why people like his redemption arc, even though my own personal feelings on it are unchanged.

One person pointed out that Pigsy does at least have a moment of apprehension about trusting Macaque, which I hadn’t remembered, and I’m glad they brought to my attention! (This only makes the writing worse. Pigsy cares more about a secret being kept by Wukong than someone trying to murder him and his son in cold blood, because… because.)

I also noticed that I got something else wrong- Macaque wasn’t yet infected with the Lady Bone Demon’s power when he sieged Ao Guang’s palace- which actually makes it harder to justify, because we can’t even say that he was “rushing to save himself from an internal and imminent threat. He was just being a monster.

Also I’m pretty sure people are getting sick of seeing it, haha.

[dragonzfanfics11]

Appears out of nowhere

Throws the randomest tyler sbg x reader angst/comfort-ish fic at you

Leaves

"you shouldn't be here"

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hellooo! 😃 this is some random tyler x reader fic idea I've had for a while so I thought I'd just make it into a fanfic cuz why the hell not?

The title/prompt wasn't exactly my idea so credit to the person who came up with it! (I was scrolling on tumbler for prompt ideas :,)) they didn't say if they wanted credit or not for it so I'm not gonna tag them unless they say they want credit

Anyways onto the warnings and summary-

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Warnings - probably spelling errors, swearing, abuse, harsh words from the mom to reader, might be sensitive for some readers just beware!

Summery - reader is a part of a mafia family (inspo from moxxie and his dad) and tyler decided to come over to your place to check up on you since you weren't answering your phone and tyler sees how your treated by your mom (she's the mofia boss/abuser)

to the actual fic now!!

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Its been a loooong Saturday for you

Your mom made you do extra work for the day since you've been shaking more and more (mostly you've just been extremely tired from all the work she already has you do after school and your nights at the phantom realm dosent help) you've been so busy today you didn't even realize you've been ignoring your phone

The group was calling and texting you for a while probably about hanging out someplace or tge phantom realm and you didn't even notice since your phone was on silent and with how busy you where there just wasn't time

You where just walking down the hall on your way to dinner which was almost never fun

Just as you where heading there somone knocked on the front door, you open it thinking It'd be some of the other gang members or somthing you didn't expect to see tyler standing there with his arms crossed

"GAH! TYLER?!"

"Hey i- AGH-?!"

Out of panic you quickly pull him inside so he wouldn't be seen by one of your moms goons

"You shouldn't be here!"

"Relax I just wanted to check up on you idiot"

"What? Why?"

You look at him confused and he just scoffs softly

"You haven't answered your phone at all, everyone's been trying to reach you all day"

"Oh shoot! I've been so busy I haven't thought about checking my phone!"

"Busy? Busy with what? It's saterd-"

Just then tyler was interrupted by a loud yell...from your mom..

"Darling? Where are you dinners about to start!"

"I- uh- coming mom I just-uh- need to- freshen up!"

You quickly reply back in a panic and grab tylers arm trying to pull him out the door speaking in a yell/whisper

"Tyler you really need to go! Now!"

"What? Why? What's going on with you?!"

You where just about to open the door when your mother walked around the corner

"Ah, I see, you've got a friend over.......how splendid!"

Your mom's voice sounded kind but it had a threatening undertone to it which you know it wasn't good, tyler just stood there confused as he looked at your mother

"Mom it's not what it looks like-"

"Quiet dear, why dosent your friend here join us for dinner? I'm sure he's hungry after coming all the way here"

Tyler was confused just the tone of your mother's voice just screamed bad news and he could see how you where acting, stiff? Uncomfortable? Frightened? He knew whatever was up was not good

"M-mom it's fine he was just about to leave anyways-"

"I'll stay for dinner it can't hurt.."

"what?! No no no, you- you should really get going ty-"

"Darlng he said he wanted to stay so come on we're already late"

Tyler didn't know what exactly was going on he was determined to get to the bottom of it though he knew whatever was happening it wasn't good

After that your mother lead you both down the halls him walking beside you quietly, he could see how uncomfortable you where just by how stiff your movements were and how you walked....it wasn't right to him

"Ahhh here we are, sit sit dinner with be out shortly!"

you quietly sit next to your mother tyler right next to you watching you closely as you stare at the table uncomfortably

"Soo..."

Your mother starts, with her gaze right at tylr with a smile but it was off just wasn't exactly 'kind' more of a silent threatening smile as she spoke

"You must be my daughters/son's/kids friend am I right?"

"Uh ya I am..."

"Thats amazing! She never talks about anyone from school or anything always so quiet, hm"

You mother looks at you from the corner of her eye her smile fading for a moment before looking back at tyler with that smile again

"Anyways! How school been going for you two? It mist be so stressful for you both at this age hm?"

"Thats an understatement..."

You mutter under your breath thinking back to the phantoms dimension and your mother turns her head to you

"What was that? Speak up"

"N-nothing! Just....saying it is.....stressful I mean.."

Your still looking at the table and picking at the food quietly ad you speak your mother just looks at you before turning her attention back to tyler

"Anyways any big events at school? Anything exciting?"

"There was uh........this trip to savanna I guess-"

As he said that you tryed to stop him turning your head quickly and shaking your head but it was to late as your motgers gaze snaps to you with a hidden threatening smile

"Savanah? The trip I said you deliberately where not aloud to go on die to your job in the family?"

"W-wait! Mom listen! I-i had to it was a big part of the grade and if I didn't I would've failed-"

You look at your mom as you desperately try to explain the situation, tyler is watching it play out getting more and more concerned at you and your mothers behaviors

"Is that why you where gone for that night? Because you wanted to go on some...silly trip?

"M-mom please! J-just listen for a moment-!"

"Excuse us dear I need to have a word with my daughter/son/kid for a moment"

At those words your mother got up and started walking to tge hall doors expecting you to follow behind, you glance at tyler a small look of dread that didn't go unnoticed by tyler who looks at you concerned before you get up to follow your mother to the hall

She shuts the door behind you and her gaze instantly hardens with anger

"I told you you weren't going to go on that stupid trip brat!"

"I-i know-"

"You had work to do here! A job as a member of this family!"

"Mom please-"

Before you cold even try to explain she shaped you across the face hard definitely leaving a brouse on your cheek just under your eye then harshly grabbing your jaw

"You do what I fucking say brat! You think that little tough boy in there's gonna save you?"

"w-wait no-"

"Next time you fucking try to disobey me ittle be that boy in there paying for it, got it brat?"

"Y-yes mother"

"Good"

After that she roughly through you to the ground making a small yelp leave you at impact, she opened the doors back into he dinning from to greet tyler again who was still sitting at the table

"Sooo sorry for having to leave like that darling"

"...it's fine"

You walk in a few moments after her tyler noticed the bruise almost I instantly

"Whoa! What happened to you?!"

"Tyler calm down I just........I tripped when we where talking in the hall no big deal"

"Yes they can be quiet clumsy all the time"

Your mother just laughed as you sat back into your seat tyler looking at you concerned as you just look at your plate

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The rest of dinner just consisted of a lot of talking, or more so of your mother talking and tyler answering some random questions here and there as you sat quietly through most of dinner

"Anywas darling would you escort your friend to the front door so he can go?"

"Yes mom, come on tyler let's go"

"...alright"

Tyler followed behind you quietly but as soon as you shut the door to the dinning room he grabs your arm turning you to face him his gaze on the bruise your mother left under your eye

"What the hell happened?"

"Tyler I told you I fell-"

"Bullshit she hit you didn't she? Somthings off about...well....everything here"

He lightly brushed his fingers over the bruise surprisingly carefull making sure to not hurt you, somthing your not exactly used to anymore with your life style here

"Tyler you hold really get going-"

"No"

The firmness in his voice surprised you as he looked you in the eyes

"I'm not leaving you here now I know about this, I'm going to help-"

"No! You can't s-she'll hurt you I don't want that to happen to you!"

"And I'm not letting you stay here in this hell hole of a family!"

your suddenly pulled into a hug which was surprising to you yet again and you can't help but tear up slightly at how much he cares

"We'll both leave, call the cops- CPS- somone-... your not going to stay here..."

All you can do is nod as you hug him tightly holding back tears

Then you both sneak away and make it to his house where his mom called CPS and/or the cops about this situation and you endid up staying with taylor,tyler, and there mom after that tyler made sure you where comfortable constantly and didn't tell the group what happened till you where comfortable with it

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Alright! I hope that was good cuz most of you voted yes in my earlier post about this, I kinda like it especially if any of you people that reading have been or are in a situation like this hope this was comforting and I hope you know your not alone 💕

Also please do leave a comment if you have anything to say about this post good or bad I just wanna make sure I don't trigger people or stuff like that so if you have an opinion on this please do share if you'd like

[feefymo]

Abt the game of the fic combination pls

Character: Pre-Cult Kai Anderson

Kink: pegging

Word: first time

(c) Lee

WARNINGS! WARNINGS EVERYWHERE! My dear anon, hi! Well, it wasn't easy. It was my first time writing for Kai (an insidious and deeply controversial character for me) and starting from his pre-cult version represent a great and exciting challenge! I'll be honest: the plot is thin compared to the smut but I hope you'll like my choices relating to the sexual sphere of "that Kai"! Have fun!

"Ssssure, bro. Squeeze those brains properly." Vincent, Kai's older brother, had appeared at the top of the basement stairs to remind him of a weekend commitment. For his part, Kai had closed the laptop in a snap, rolling his eyeballs in his skull before giving his relative a kind of formal smile. A grimace, on which his eyebrows pressed impatiently. "Sooner or later he'll realize that I can't stand him." the boy stated monotonously, reopening the computer and then stuffing a Cheetos into his mouth. You leaned over to lick the thumb of his hand that remained in mid-air, thus regaining all of Kai's attention in an obsidian gaze. "He's already noticed. You said it yourself: he's a shrink."

You and Kai Anderson had met on a dating app through which you discovered you lived on the same street. Neither of you were ever too excited about the idea of ​​going out, which is why you had never met before. In short, you had started dating without commitment but by now it had been going on for about six months and there were those who labeled you as a couple of real freaks. Winter, Kai's younger sister, never failed to tease you, begging you to dump her weirdo brother if you cared about a decent future. However, as much as you wanted to make sure it wasn't anything serious, you spent most of your time together. Symbiotic in your strangeness, you spent hours and hours in that basement surfing the dark web, smoking, sharing long silences or fucking. And, oh yeah, you two fucked a lot.

“Have you ever heard the story that Walt Disney got himself frozen like an Eggo?” the keyboard stopped ticking so Kai could ask the question. He curled up on the sofa, resting his chin on one knee with his enchanted gaze on a fixed and indefinite point of the screen. "Mh-mh." you nodded at him as you downed a couple of antidepressants with the now lukewarm beer. “Such… fl4tty_h3arty91 says she has the photos.” it was as if Kai was debating whether or not to be skeptical about it. He had been sailing all afternoon, in the most unpleasant and disturbing meanders of the internet, but his dissatisfaction increased along with his morbid, senseless searches. At another moment you would have been enthusiastic to indulge him but then and there you remained staring at him as he stared into space before him. "Let's look at them later, Walt won't thaw anyway." Slowly, very slowly, Kai turned his head in your direction to try to understand why you weren't interested in something tasty like that. Then he understood and a sinister smile, vaguely sedated, began to illuminate him like a power plant gradually coming into operation. "What are you doing? Are you going to suck me a little, Disney villain? Hm?" he hung onto one of your braids with his fingers still dusty from corn snacks and tugged on it playfully. He rolled it around his wrist, immediately becoming serious again but no less attracted by what your body communicated. On the other hand, you were wearing his t-shirt and a pair of his boxers and that alone helped to turn him on. Although your clothes were loose, Anderson could perfectly see your body moving sinuously towards him. Without having to worry about tying your hair back, like a feline, you got down on all fours from the sofa and then positioned yourself between Kai's thighs and caressed them. Scratching the thick fabric of the jeans that covered them. In the background, a playlist of electronic music that had been repeating itself on a loop for too long, contributing to both of your anguish. Making both of you as dangerous as thunderbolts.

“Yummy…” you whispered sarcastically with a cheeky expression as you unbuttoned his jeans. Your mouth hung limply open on the last vowel and your tongue emerged from there. A lapping on the stretched fabric of his boxers. Two, as Kai traced the parting on your skull with an index finger. "Mmmh, hungry?" he asked you, yawning, not because he wasn't involved but because, in a certain sense, he was relaxed. Accustomed to and, at the same time, fibrillating at the idea of ​​cumming thanks to you. When your response resulted in repeatedly slamming the tip of his cock against your inviting lips, Kai swallowed dryly, arching his back. He sat back with a sigh, his neck tilted back. The cell phone rested between his dilated pupils and the ceiling. He scrolled it aimlessly, lazily matching the rhythm of the blowjob. He was enjoying it when a vulgar snap signaled the end of the games.

"You know what? I had something else in mind." you pondered in a loud and hoarse voice, as if you hadn't already planned everything to your liking. Confused, a little irritated, Kai watched you with his eyebrows noticeably raised. "What the… ? Y/N, before you got out so you could finish the job." but you wouldn't listen to Kai's complaints because, with your back to him, you were busy dragging your backpack close to you. "Maybe you've forgotten, maybe you're hoping that I've forgotten, and then I'll remind you: we made a bet on Monday and you…?" poisonous as ivy, you started climbing on top of him, and he reached into the t-shirt you were wearing and grabbed your tits. He groped your boobs firmly, moving his thumbs over the nipples as if they were joysticks. No, he hadn't forgotten and you could see it on his face worthy of slaps. He inhaled theatrically through his perfect nose, trying to appear like a sphinx in your eyes. "Lost. I lost it." you nodded, pleased like a mother and then involved him in a voracious kiss. Hypnotic. "So? What are your intentions? You're missing what you need." Kai added quite sure of what he was saying, lifting his pelvis so that his erection would pass through your pussy from the outside. You exhaled an excited laugh which was enough to disconfirm the certainties of the young slacker. "You don't… have it in your backpack, do you?" you preferred not to say a word, in fact, you took all the time in the world in rubbing yourself against him and then climbing over him and pulling out the harness. "Oh, shit. You really have it." "When I tell you to take me seriously, you have to take me seriously." “What if I don't want to do this anymore?” "But you want to do it. I know it… I feel it…"

Kai snorted, hitting a brown strand with his breath. He couldn't resist you, he was horny by now and you were making his life difficult. You spoke to him like a mermaid from the depths and, in the meantime, you slowly took off your boxers to reveal to him the nakedness of your cunt. You ran your fingers through it under Kai's greedy supervision, "I suppose I can't just jerk off while watching you." so you, stoic, shook your head: one leg after the other, you put on the harness to which you had applied the dildo. When you masturbated it as if it were real, Kai moaned something. "Okay, you win: stick it in my ass." he pretended to be disinterested, but instead he was subjugated by desire and nervousness. In a series of snaps he stood up and abruptly pulled down his jeans. He let them stay at his ankles, giving you a gesture, as if to say: "here you go, happy?"

"Where should I put myself. What the fuck should I… ?" "Ssh, sssh. Come on, it's normal to be nervous the first time. Lie down, sunshine." with clenched teeth, Kai scanned you before you returned to his mouth: you began to massacre it with kisses and bites while you accompanied him in a supine position on the sofa. "So we're looking at each other?" he ventured with a start of breathlessness, his hand positioned on the crook of your neck and his thumb pressing on the center of your throat. "You don't want to? I'll stand behind you if you prefer. But that way you risk feeling less of a man." but Kai, with a well-defined pout, glossed over your smirk as a proven provocateur. He hung onto the fake cock and then placed his index finger on the tip and made it bounce slightly. "Nah. You're… sexy. Very, very sexy." your eyebrows furrowed as you reached up to grab the lube. "Oh yeah? Am I sexy?" you reiterated, moving further forward and pushing the dildo between Kai's lips. You were pulling the string. You were taking risks and Kai had never been the patient or predictable type. Speaking of which, he bared his teeth and bit the silicone with a very disreputable face. "Relaaaax yourself, Anderson. Be a good boy, come on…" you invited him in a conciliatory and mellifluous tone. You pulled off the huge shirt and pressed down on the lubricant dispenser so that it dripped on you. On the boobs, between the boobs, along the abdomen. Promptly, Kai began spread on your skin until it glistened. Part of that shine stuck to his torso, already naked, when you lay on his all-nerves body. Your slippery fingers drew doodles between your bodies until they became less discreet. "No, no, no: don't tense up, baby. I'll be gentle, don't worry." something never fully expressed bubbled in Kai's armored stomach. In his spirit gangrenous and gagged for years. On the one hand he lent himself to the game but, on the other, he hated that sense of submission. At the same time, that indefinite form of hatred excited him to the point of pushing his hips upwards, effectively making it easier for you. After massaging it externally, you ventured with the slow insertion of a finger and Kai growled. He gave you a hot, tarry look, grabbing your braid and pulling without half measures. In response, you moaned in pain that didn't fail to immediately wet your pussy. Now, Kai had you by the neck in a more than tolerable but alarmed grip. "I don't… like it. I don't fucking like it, Y/N. Fuck!" "Kai, wait! Wait, give me time…"

You wanted to make the experience as less traumatic as possible and you were eager to get to the good part but you knew that the debut would create some problems and, if you didn't find a way to transform it for the better, you would be strangled. Armed with calm, you added more lube and waited for Kai to stop moaning about the second finger. Having found the right spot, you began to test Kai's reactions, whose suffering and piqued grimaces first froze, then gradually dissolved. "Oh, o-oh fuck… shit, fuck…" "What's up, baby?" "Okay I guess… a-ha! I guess… do it again." "How, like this?" you curved your fingers and it was as if Kai Anderson's body was pervaded by a light but widespread shock. A sharp groan cracked like a whip and his eyes rolled up to study his skull. Lips softly parted and jaw hanging as the hand holding your neck softened into a vehement massage. "Now yessss. Yes, yes, yes… so… holy shit, that's the most… don't stop. Don't try to stop, Y/N!" Seeing him reduced to that state makes you shattered. You're soaked, you're anxious as if he were penetrating you for the first time and you stare at him, plundering him with all the erotic details he's giving you without knowing it. Suddenly, abruptly, he clings to the back of your neck, breathing violently through his nostrils and scrutinizing you in turn with a grim look. One, two, three seconds and he kisses you vehemently in a mixture of tongues ​​and verses. "Stick that thing up my ass. Now." Kai ordered you between clenched molars, used to dominating but too high on desire to escape. He hits you with a weak slap on the cheek and then spontaneously decides to get off the couch and walk around it with weak legs. He leaned back on his elbows, bent at a right angle with his head tilted forward. The brown waves of hair following the chasm as you lubed up the strap-on and licked your lips eagerly.

"Are you sure?" “Now, Y/N.” "You're a fucking dream, Kai Anderson." and so saying, you allowed yourself to prepare him a little more with your fingers before sliding the dildo between his buttocks and starting to press the tip against the desired area. Kai dug his nails into the sofa, suppressing a hoarse and prolonged moan, but when he felt full, he stopped breathing for a moment. His back arched noticeably and tears moistened the corners of his closed eyelids. "WOAH!" Luckily, no one but you was occupying the house - no one alive, at least - because, when you started to move your hips, Kai let out a full-blown scream. A lustful scream that accompanied a feeling of dizziness as he abruptly brought his right hand to his cock and tortured the base. It was such a mix of sensations that Kai was already on the verge of orgasm. "Do you like it, angel?" you asked breathlessly and vaguely pleading, holding on to his hips to stabilize your thrusts. "It… drives me crazy." he retorted, so overwhelmed that he drooled onto the pillows. A shiny thread of saliva vibrated in tandem with his continuous cries. Now, his touch insisted on the congested glans while you, in the meantime, kissed the most accessible vertebrae.

"I know you're about to come… I wish I could feel it on my flesh…" "Yes, fuck. I can't-, oh Jesus Christ, anymore!" with his free hand, Kai blindly searched you for any form of extra contact but had to give in to yet another wave of intense pleasure. "And who's stopping you? Who's stopping you from cumming right away?" you tempt him, pronouncing the words well and showing him how much the idea excites you. Kai shudders, letting out a sigh which is followed by a gesture: he begins to masturbate the entire length with implacable ardor. "No one. I do as I please… ah! Harder, Y/N! Yes, yes, more, faster, ye-ees! Talk to mh-me, break me… FFFFUCK!" he wished he had the strength to stop everything and turn around to cum on your face. In your throat. He could not and did not want to interrupt that erotic delirium that fully seized him by reaching an overpowering climax. Spurts of hot sperm abundantly decorated the furniture against which he pressed his erection at its maximum hardness. He no longer saw anything and, convinced he was fainting, he collapsed into a kneeling position, unable to catch his breath. You, visibly drenched along the inside of both thighs, looked him up and down as if in the presence of a blasphemous deity. You dropped the sex toy on the floor. "Kai… ?" "Give me… give me a break. And I won't give it to you tonight."

[littledollll]

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Stalking you once again my dear. And thought I’d leave another prompt to work your magic on~

r is trying to remain big and struggling stood next to luci in a meeting. R brings their covered hands to their mouth effectively hiding it and preventing them from grabbing their stuffie hidden in the bag next to them. Luci realises and feels pride that r is trying so hard to do this as not to upset them (not that it would)

R then slips away from the meeting and turns little once they feel safe to do so but the slip a lot more into little space than normal. To the Point all they can do is make sounds and curl up into a ball, processing all the emotions swirling in them. Being alone scares r and it draws out the attack of emotions and adding fear and anxiety into them. Tears streaming and breathing hitching with the strong emotions.

Luci discovers r in such a tiny state and immediately takes care of their tiny little one. Tiny is absolutely fascinated with lucis wings only settling when they’ve got both wings in their hands, clutching at them like a life line listening to lucis soothing cooing and gentle rocking ~ shy anon🕊️

#shyanon🕊️

Overwhelmed

(Little angel universe, side shot)

Lucifer x little!angel!reader

Extra Prompt: r throws a tantrum and cusses at Mazikeen

A/n: AH ITS SO CUTE I love this, ty

Warnings: r throws a tantrum and cusses, masking regression, crying, very very small reader, I don’t know what else

This was literally the worse time to start feeling small. You were in the middle of a meeting with the co-rulers of hell and a few other lords. Sure Azazel had seen you before but it was never during “work” hours and Beezelbub and the rest of the lords would certainly never be allowed to find out. They were fighting with Lucifer, those two tended to gang up on them a lot. Too much you found.

It wasn’t until recently that Lucifer started bringing you along to these meetings, you were levelheaded and logical, a lot more than they could say about the rest of the idiots here, that’s what they said anyways. You’d keep the meetings peaceful and on track, honestly it was like a superpower of yours.

Though you longed to let the mask fall and reach for Emery now was not the time, Lucifer of course noticed this, they always knew, specially since they had to learn how to watch out for your regressing when you kept hiding it from them. They called over Mazikeen and whispered something you couldn’t quite make out to her, then she went back but instead of standing behind them, she stood behind and between the two of you.

You payed no mind to it, deciding would hold on until the meeting was close to ending to leave. Resting your head on your hand, you started hyper focusing on their words, hoping it would somehow help you stay big, it kind off did. You made a few comments and re-directed conversation when it got off track a few times, it kept you distracted enough but by the end of it you were overwhelmed, this was mentally exhausting.

Managing to make up an excuse to leave you grabbed your stuff, gave Lucifer a quick kiss on the cheek, making the others make teasing comments and ask for one too, it made you giggle as you walked out, you knew it was all in good fun because first of all, they’d lose their heads if it wasn’t, and second, it’s not the first time, you’ve grown quite used to them by now.

You rushed to your room and let yourself slip, as relieving as it was to finally stop masking it was horrible to be like this without Lucifer as everything you had been holding in came out at once. You whined and replayed the quiet “just a few minutes” they whispered to you when you said goodbye, “just a few minutes” felt so stupidly long. You hated being alone, it was scary and stressful. You just wanted your Luci.

You wanted to pass time by maybe coloring or playing but moving felt like such a chore in that moment, you curled up hugging your stuffie close, sobbing, after a few minutes you heard the door open and close quietly. You sprung up in hopes to see Lucifer but instead it was Mazikeen. “I was told to leave a few minutes after you.” She nodded your way at the stuffie in your arms. “They know you quite well I suppose.”

You loved Maz, you really did, but the disappointment of hoping for Lucifer and having her walk in instead made you very sad and very angry. “fuc u go away” your little voice screaming was really not all that intimidating but it was clear you were upset. “Now angel, what would Lucifer think about you saying a bad word?” Huffing adorably angerly you repeated your previous word but slower. “fuck. u. go. away!”

You hid into your pillow and cried, kicking your legs, but unlike usual it wasn’t “happy kicks”, you were upset and throwing a tantrum. again. “Are you like this all the time or do you just hate me” your head shot up her way, your brows were furrowed you looked confused and hurt that she would even suggest that. “want lu..” sighing she made her way to the bed and sat next to you. “I know you do, but I’m the best you’ve got until they’re here, and we all know you hate being alone.”

Nodding, you hugged her. Of course you didn’t hate her, and she was right, you didn’t want to be alone, you certainly didn’t mind her being with you either. “You can’t go around saying fuck though, I genuinely don’t think Lucifer would appreciate that.” She laughed when you let out a noise of disapproval and stopped hugging her.

This brought you back to your current dilema, Lucifer. “Mm!..” you met her with teary eyes and really she didn’t know how to handle this.

Thankfully she didn’t have to as Lucifer made their way in. “Just in time, I thought the little bug was gonna start crying on me again and I can’t deal with that.” She happily let herself out and closed the door behind her. “Crying?” They said cupping and studying your tear stricken face and the way your breathing hitched. “Mm..” you didnt really say anything, just kinda whined and looked at them , lost.

Immediately they pulled you into their lap, arms and wings coming around you and your face light up slightly. Your hands launched forward to trace over their wings, you were careful but curious, unfocused little eyes looking over every detail, they looked as rough and expensive as leather but they were soft to the touch and warm.

Like a blanket! Your little mind immediately thought. Lucifer just watched you, a soft smile on their face at your adoration, truly they never loved their wings much, yes they made them feel powerful and strong, but that was all. Slowly, you were making them learn to love them as much as you did.

Lucifer didn’t want to break the little bubble of peace that was formed around you but they were concerned about you, so they spoke, soft and quietly. “are you alright, tiny?” you hummed, it sounded like a yes, they took your hand and put it up, pointing at each finger and giving it a number, one through five and a closed fist meant less. Simple enough instructions.

“How tiny are you my sweet dove?” Your eyes wandered up, completely looking away from your hand as you thought, they could almost see the cogs turning in your head and you gave up, hiding into their chest. You felt like crying again, this time you couldn’t really find a reason why.

You just cried and they held you through it, softly rubbing your back and whispering to you reassuringly. “you did so good, did you know that, little angel? How you managed to hold on until it was over, im so proud of you.” Again you only hummed nuzzling impossible closer to them, Lucifer swears in moments like these, if you could fuse into them you would. They weren’t wrong.

“that’s a very tiny dove I think.” They said mostly into the air, it’s not like you were present enough to understand them. you lifted your head slightly and made grabby hands at their wings. Lucifer moved to lay gently on the bed with you on their chest. Your slow blinks and clinginess were a dead giveaway you were ready for bed, awe still present in your face when their wings hid you away, as if you’d never seen them before. “Nini?” You asked while your hands gently held their wings, as if you weren’t two seconds away from visiting the dreaming. “yes tiny one, night night time.”

[lovelyd0gg]

Hiii friend, how are you??? I hope you're okay :)

Well here I am... again, I'm coming to ask you for a headcanon about: what would boys be like as best friends? It's something that's been on my mind so I came with you HAHAHA. Thank you very much!!!!😘

Hello dear! I'm doing good! Hope you're doing good as well! Thank you so much for messaging me! I'd love to write a friendship with the boys. Been writing tons of lover ones so this one is a good Hc. Ty and enjoy<3

Warnings: Friendship (only), extrovert!user.

Extra: Also from now on I'm putting 2 bonus boys because it's fun. The bonus for today: Hoobler and Janovec.

𝐵𝑢𝑙𝑙 𝑅𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑙𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑛.

•You and Randleman met a couple years back, when you both were in high school.

•And you both immediately became best friends.

•You both barely had arguments and it there was one, you'd both make up immediately because you both realized that you guys couldn't live without being side by side.

•Some people started shipping you and him together but you both denied it and said you both liked each other platonically and nothing more.

•And it's true, you and Randleman had no romantic feelings for each other and whenever someone brought it up, you'd both just stand there awkwardly and look at each other like; "He/She being for real?"

•You both also had a lot in common, he learnt how to play darts because his dad taught him, so obviously he taught you.

•Despite you and him aren't dating and have no feelings for each other, some of his friends still hit on you (cough cough, Guarnere) and he's protective over you, but more of a sibling protectiveness.

•He doesn't want you to go run off with a guy he thinks is bad for you. He's just there for you.

"Why do you keep winning but I don't?"

"I've been playin' this since a little child."

𝐸𝑢𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑒 𝑅𝑜𝑒.

•You both took French in school, so when you both started to talk a little and got to know each other, you both became best friends.

•Now you may be wondering, why is he going to French when he already knows French?

•Yes, but grammar is hard okay?

•Anyways, you both started learning French together and sometimes you'd just fully give up whilst he listened to the teacher.

•It was pretty clear that you thought learning a whole new language was a bad idea, but you could say it was also a reward for getting a good friend from it..?

•You both were kind of polar opposites. He was night and you were the Sun. Unless it was learning stuff, then it was the complete opposite.

•But what I mean is that Eugene always had a stoic face expression even as a teenager, whilst you had a smile everywhere you went. And somehow that made you two friends.

•He finds you funny and sometimes laughs at your jokes when he has a reputation to hold.

•Pretty good friendship between the two of you.

"No it's not "merce". It's "merci".

"Screw the French language."

𝐺𝑒𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑒 𝐿𝑢𝑧.

•You noticed he was making a lot of kids laugh during recess, so when you started to make it a competition to see who would make the most people laugh, he immediately took the challenge and you both had a tie.

•It was clear that he had a competitive spirit in him and he wouldn't back down easily, so did you.

•Then, you both just somehow became best friends.

•Two peas in a pod, you both were inseparable, you both followed each other around everywhere you went.

•It just somehow happened, you both don't really remember how or why it happened but you both believed it was; "mother natures work."

•But you both went with it, and since then, you both are still best friends.

•And don't leave each others sides.

•Not to mention, you both make a lot of people laugh making them love you guys even more! Popularity am I right?

"I made 35 people laugh!"

"Yeah? Well I made 40 laugh, best that girlie."

𝐵𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝐺𝑢𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑒.

•You both hated school, and you both were the troublemakers of your class.

•He noticed you put a whoopee cushion on the teachers chair and knew that he should try to be your friend.

•After class, he walked up to you and started talking to you, telling you every single prank he did in history, almost like telling you every trophy he's ever had.

•He took pranks seriously and he made sure that they would ALWAYS work.

•And so did you! You both were determined to get things your way and if they didn't, you'd both get pissed off.

•You both soon became best friends and still are to this day.

•He sometimes thinks up of new prank ideas for you and him and they always work, your IQs have bumped up to 20!

"We should put a whoopee cushion on Colonel sink's chair, pretty fun, ain't it?"

"If I get court marshalled, it's your fault."

𝐿𝑒𝑤𝑖𝑠 𝑁𝑖𝑥𝑜𝑛.

•You don't know how a guy like him became your best friend.

•I mean you both met in the army, and he was an alcoholic and you didn't drink or did anything like that.

•But somehow you both became best friends, maybe it was pure luck.

•Sometimes he'd buy a Vat69 and offer you some, only for you to remind him that you don't drink, he shrugs and takes a swig after saying 'more for me.'

•He's also VERY protective even if you're just best friends. He is super skeptical every time you tell him you're seeing someone.

•And oh boy, especially when you want him to meet the guy, he'd secretly be judging the guy and tell you all the bad traits he scanned off of the guy.

•He's just trying to keep you safe.

"He's literally 170cm tall."

"You're 170cm tall!"

𝑅𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑑 𝑆𝑝𝑒𝑖𝑟𝑠.

•When you first met him, he was quiet and trying to avoid everyone.

•You weren't any different, so he tried avoiding you too.

•But then he realized that you actually weren't so bad from what he saw.

•So he came up to you and you started to talk with him.

•Turns out, you have a lot of things in common with him!

•Soon enough, you both became best friends! And it was kinda funny due to him being an introvert who's main goal is to avoid everyone whilst you want to socialize and stuff.

•You both were always next to each other. Usually talking. You usually talked whilst he just listened.

•He was a good listener, and sometimes he'd also talk, you were just more social than him though.

•And that was okay! He enjoyed listening to your rants and stuff.

"And then, she told him; "I cheated on y--"

"*listening.*"

𝐽𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑝ℎ 𝐿𝑖𝑒𝑏𝑔𝑜𝑡𝑡.

•He was a pretty chatty guy and he usually talked to some random ass people for the fun of it.

•So when he met you, he immediately became your best friend because you both were extroverted and had a lot in common.

•He also thought you were pretty cool and chill so he wanted to hang out with you!

•Sometimes you'd both talk about something then the conversation would lead to just a totally different topic.

•If you guys were talking about carpets, you'd suddenly just switch to burgers in a split second and you don't know how.

•He cared about you a lot and you usually weren't really careful for a lot of things, so he usually had to be the one to actually keep yourself so you don't get run over or something.

•But yeah, you both are really good friends.

"La la la la."

"You almost got hit by a Tesla..."

~•𝐵𝑂𝑁𝑈𝑆•~

𝐷𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑑 𝐻𝑜𝑜𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑟.

•When you both met, you both shared the same interests!

•He was interested in getting a Luger you were interested in getting something that would be valuable.

•You both had a lot in common! And not long before you both became best friends!

•You both had the same humor too and were keen and excited about almost everything!

•He also was an extrovert like you and he socialized with people a lot just like you.

•Sometimes he'd come to you and get you a small gift or something to show his appreciation that you're his best friend!

•And you sometimes did too! But that was usually the next day after he gave you a gift, since you didn't want him to just use his money to buy you a gift and you don't get him anything.

•You both had a great friendship and still do!

•Nothin could seperate you two.

"I got you nail polish!"

*next day*

"I got you mini teddy bear!"

𝐽𝑜ℎ𝑛 𝐽𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑐.

•You both met when he noticed you were talking with someone.

•He was also extroverted like you so he decided to walk up to you and start a conversation.

•You both chatted for about an hour or two, non-stop yapping.

•When the conversation came to an end he just straight up asked you if you wanted to be his best friend, so you said yes!

•And there you go, boom. Just like that, best friends for life.

•He chatted with you in real life, for maybe an hour or so. And on call, he chatted with you for like three hours.

•When he was seeing some women to actually get into a relationship. He'd always tell you about them first.

•You'd give your opinions on how you thought if they were good for him or not, he usually didn't take the advice but then the relationship wouldn't last long.

•So he'd always come to you for comfort, and you didn't really mind it.

•You both are just some silly best friends.

"She's super hot and I think she might be the one."

"You told me she has an OF..."

[foolish-edworm]

SONIC SYMPHONY!!!

i went to the sonic symphony today!!!! IT WAS SO MUCH FUN!!! I personally think they should've said somewhere that the merch stand didn't take cash bc i almost missed I Am All Of Me standing in line— I'LL TALK ABOUT THAT IN A SECOND— because if i had known i wouldn't be able to pay for anything i wouldn't have bothered getting in line but whatevs ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

i literally cried. the opening STH 1 medley made me almost SOB.

me and my friend were squawking about tails and how cute he is!!

during the colors portion the audience did the 'GOOD!' 'GREAT!' 'AWESOME!' 'OUTSTANDING!' 'AMAZING!' and it made me so happy :)

AND OF COURSE the 'here we go!!' for unleashed!!! so cool!!! then i almost cried again at the frontiers medley lol.

THEN. THE INTERMISSION. i was DETERMINED to get light sticks. i was in the MIDDLE of the line. when...

*i am all of me opening riff*

when i tell you i BOOKED IT. i ducked out of that line SO FAST. not to mention — we were sitting in the upper balcony :) — I HAD TO RUN UP SO MANY STAIRS. I WENT UP TOO MANY STAIRS. I WAS LOST. I HAD TO TURN AROUND. literally — my knees started to buckle and i FULLY almost collapsed in the middle of this center with nothing but my wallet and my shadow plushie i was holding on to for dear life.

BUT I POWERED THROUGH AND I MADE IT BACK TO MY SEAT BEFORE THE CHORUS!!!!

i screamed my LUNGS OUT :))

certain songs i didn't know [all of] the lyrics to, so id usually scream whenever shadow showed up or something cool happened lol

when they started knight of the wind i got SO HYPED!!! BC I LOVE THAT SONG IT'S ONE OF MY FAVORITES!!! so you know i BELTED MY HEART OUT!!

and then!!! REACH FOR THE STARS!!!!! sonic colors was one of the first sonic games i ever played (even though i never /really/ got to play it lol) so i was so excited!!!

AND THEN!!!!!!! THE KNUCKLES SONGS!!!

pumpkin hill!! and unknown from m.e!!! fun fact: back in like,,, 2021?? when i first dabbled in sonic stuff (aside from being into it as a kid) it was actually unknown from m.e. that got me into it!!! there was a meme or something and i was like 'omg this corny ass song actually rips' and so that's what got me started! so naturally i sang along to both (this show made me realize how much i actually love knuckles???? wild)

Ty Christian (the vocalist) said NC had a sick heavy metal scene—which as a baby metalhead that made me happy—so i was headbanging to hell and back during the frontiers songs!! i didn't know all the lyrics (esp to I'm Here since ive tried to avoid listening to it til when i beat frontiers) but it was sick as hell!!

then, they said I'm Here was the last song, so after, they left the stage. me and my friend were like, no way, no way they're not going to play live and learn that would be a crime!! i KNEW in the back of my mind they were gonna do an "encore" type, so i just kept cheering and shouting for live and learn—

THEN THEY CAME BACK OUT!!! AND THEY DID ESCAPE FROM THE CITY!!! ofc when it got to the "live and learn" line i screamed it lol.

THEN THEY PLAYED IT!!!! LIVE AND LEAAAARNNN!!!!! It was awesome. my voice kept breaking but it didn't matter. my feet were hurting and my arms were hurting and my back hurt and i ran out of water but it didn't matter. because i got to see awesome musicians passionately play music from the sonic games, in a room full of people that loved sonic just as much as i did, and it was so worth almost collapsing in the middle of the stairwell. because i got to be there with my friend. and with other people just like me. it was so nice to be able to unmask for three hours and be my full, autistic, sonic lovin, self. because i knew i was safe with sonic fans (bc i know all y'all autistic too /not mean).

anyway, apparently we were a sold out show??? so they did an acoustic One Way Dream cover—a song i actually didn't know that well, so i just got to listen to them, which was incredible :)

and then, it was over! i was light headed, sweaty, my feet hurt, i could hardly hear—or speak, but i was so, so happy.

then me and my friend got back in the merch line! and... they didn't take cash. and all i had was cash. so i didn't get my shirt lol i could tell the guy at the booth felt bad for me :') it was okay though! i can order it online if i want it bad enough lol.

and i got my light stick!!!!! my friend also had a friend there and he got us the sticks (which i am eternally grateful for—even though i wasn't able to actually use it during the show, hopefully they'll come back next year!!) so hell yeah for friendship!!!!

i cannot stress enough how nice it was to be with so many people like me, it was so refreshing to not have to pretend to be "normal"

anyway, i love sonic and i love my friends and im so happy i got to see this sick ass show!!

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

HAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII ARIIII IT IS IIIIII!!!!!!!!! i'm here to bombard you with the very same questions of the question game bc i really wanna hear your answers too!!!!!! so 1. your comfort characters pleaseeee pretty please andd 2. a scenario that you've replayed multiple times please pretty pretty please!!! luv u btw wait also u are 10000% that gojo cover is the most beautiful thing in the world and nobody can tell us otherwise<33333333333

- @catchuuu

MICKEY IT IS YOUUUUUUUU :33 welcome welcome!!!!!! take a seat……. here is your ari delivered pastry and drink 🍩🍵 <- some tea bc it’s late. it’s gonna help you sleep better trust !!

wahhh you’re so sweet to drop in w these…. i had a crisis answering them bc . i am …. indecisive,.,…… but i’ll try just for you :’3

1/ HHHHHHHHHHHHH what is there to say………… you already know a lot of them i think 😭😭 gojo our belovedest ALWAYS makes me happy and suguru too!!! i think gojo is a bit more of a comfort though… sugu makes me pretty sad….. ANDDD ofc kenjaku!!! my silly emotional support queercoded villain. he makes me smile :3 would also throw in nobara bc her existence feels like a warm hug. she’s my Everything. i had a crush on her when i first watched jjk and i will adore her always!!!!!

jjk aside though…… THIS is where i start getting indecisive bc i have too many fandoms to keep track of + my memory is bad :’3 but ummmm um. kunikida is my angel wife!! and reki from sk8 the infinity makes me sooo happy 🥺🥺 (you would LOVE him btw he has the brightest smile ever) ALSO NOYA FROM HQ…… and ryoji from persona 3….. and kazui from milgram… and tsukasa and emu from pj sekai……….

i could mention more but!!! i’ll finish by saying saber and archer from fate/stay night :> saber is the reason i started loving knights and archer is the sexiest man on this planet + the reason i’m into motherly men + voiced by junichi suwabe <3333 the fate series is soooo dear 2 my heart mickey…. my favorites r actually sakura and kirei but they both make me too emotional to be called comfort charas…. same w shirou……. and every single csm character too 😔 sigh .

2/ hhhh this one was . also tough……. :cc since you went w a childhood near-death experience i will do the same >:3 i was almost brutally murdered (<- grave exaggeration) by a cow when i was like . 10…. it might’ve been a bull?? i was too scared to look it in the eye 😞😞

it was raining a bunch right … and there was this lil nature reserve near my house . w a path you could walk up on a hill but also down by a river….. and it was raining sm that the whole thing was just FLOODED. you couldn’t see any of the rocks in the river…. or the grass you could walk on beside it…… so little ari decided to go down there anyway. for the sake of adventure. and i made it to the end of the path to a fence that you could jump over to get to The Normal Road Home .

BUT …. gasp ………. little ari came face to face w a bunch of cows . up on the hill. right by the fence. they were eating the grass and i was scared bc they were fucking HUGE mickey :((( i was shaking n shivering and trying to blend in w my surroundings……… carefully making my way towards the fence that they were kinda blocking.

BUT THEN …. another gasp….. suddenly i was face to face w this One cow/bull and it just stared at me. for a couple seconds. and then it ran right towards me and my childhood instincts kicked in …. so i like. ran down the hill and then back up so i could jump over the fence . and then i was ok :) but ever since that fateful day i’ve been scared of cows….. i can only admire them from afar 😔😔😔😔

hehe these were so fun to answer… ty mickey my angel <333 ALSO SO TRUE SO REAL i knew i could trust you…….. he’s so pretty!!!!!! ig we just have to bear the burden of understanding him better than anyone else …. a heavy burden but. it is what it is <//3

[xanderlovesscones]

hellooo Xander!!!

how was your day??? hope it went well. if so, it's about to get even better because guess what I've sent over for you!!!!! BLUEBERRY SCONES!!!!! I sent two dozen so hope you like them 🤭 (tried a different recipe as well, so lemme know which one you like better!!!)

do your brothers ever get sick abt you talking about scones?? cuz i was talking abt the merits of blueberry scones over lemon ones with my brothers (more like me listing them off while they looked at me funny) and then they asked me why i never shut up abt scones. ☹️ HOW COULD I NOT? THEY ARE THE BESTEST MASTERPIECES IN EXISTENCE!!!!! (at this point, i have to disown them as well, but not in the sheffield grayson way i'm afraid, even i'm not that cruel and insane☹️)

so, since everyone says i talk way too much about scones (don't believe such a thing exists but let's listen to the idiots for once🙄), let's talk about…. aha! your brothers! I have brothers too and they're tolerable ig. except for the scone part. your brothers don't do that too do they？🤨 speaking of your bros, what's the name of the group chat you have with them, and if you guys don't have one (which i find quite impossible) then what would it be? me and my bros have one which is called 'my siblings suck'. seems pretty fitting. anyways, since u all like mysteries and puzzles, how mysterious do you actually find your brothers? 🤨 you should totally like rank them! in order of mysteriousness! and another one for which ones are better brothers!! whoever's at the bottom gets a complimentary round of *ss kicking courtesy of yours truly🤭 (just because my brothers are kinda shitty doesn't mean yours have to be!! cuz you deserve the world!! you're so kind and amazing and smart. and i was gonna put a heart emoji, but then i realised i wasn't sure what your fav colour is ☹️. *sigh*, guess we have to settle for this one then: <3) (do you wish you have a sister smt??)

sry i'm ranting. i really hope i'm not being annoying ☹️ i'm kinda in desperate need of a friend and you're kinda one of the only three i have. and my other friends are busy. sigh sometimes i wonder if i'm the problem… maybe i'm too annoying or smt. or it's my lack of social skills.

oh, what? no, no, i didn't say anything. i was just uhhhhhhhhhhh asking uhmmmm…. is there anything about being a hawthorne that you dislike?? cuz it seems fun but not fun at the same time 😕. (and since i like teasing grayson, on a scale of one to ten, how much of a softie is he behind that tough exterior?)

okies byeee

-❄️

hello snowflake!!

sorry it took me so long to get back to you but I went to my eyebrow appointment, after burning it off constantly I’m tying to grow it back!! my day was fantastic but it highly improved after receiving your scones!! both recipes were AMAZING but the second had this wow factor I was addicted to, what did you add into them??

well I can’t speak for my dear brothers but I can definitely sense at points they get bored of my scone talk… I know GASPPP how could they?! wooowww your brothers clearly don’t understand the art of scones, only us highly intelligent people can, it’s a rarity!! (disowning them is a good way to get rid of the toxic scone-haters, good to know you’re not like gray’s dad)

THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS TALKINH TOO MUCH ABOIT SCONES!! I personally could talk about the all day. oooo your group chat name is good!! me and my brothers in fact do have a group chat but I’m not sure our lawyers would be pleased if the name was leaked, but I can tell you that the footage of grayson in leather pants is on there 🤭🤭 and as for the rankings

most mysterious:

1) nash

2) gray

3) jamie

this may have surprised you but here are my reasons… you see jameson is ranked third because although he is very mysterious I’ve gotten quite good at reading him which makes him less mysterious to me and then there’s of course the fact that he’s the most indiscreet person on this planet. grayson is second because gray likes to act mysterious but in reality is not that mysterious at all, it’s all a facade. Nash is definitely the most mysterious, always somewhere other than hawthorne house, always knows the right things to say, always won the old man’s games…

better brother:

I can’t choose!! they’re all the best for so many reasons!!

(your brothers should not be mean to you!! because you’re also kind and amazing and smart and deserve the world!! don’t forget to tell yourself that!! my favourite colour is in fact blue because it reminds blueberry scones)

sometimes I think it would be cool to have a sister, but in a way there are people in my life that are like my sisters, like avery and libby and bex and thea!!

you are not annoying at all!! I love talking to people and you happen to be a highly interesting person snowflake!! you’re definitely not the problem because I think you’re great and if you have xander-approval then that means you’re fantastic!!

there are aspects I don’t like. it would be nice every once in a while to not have all the lawyers and bodyguards and people, I wonder what my life would be like if I was born in a different world entirely. of course, I’m grateful for everything but still my mind does wonder

oh 100% a ten!! gray is the biggest softie!!

hope you day way good snowflake!! byeeee