#bc as mentioned I get under stimulated easily

[hiraethwrote]

writing is going a little slow bc im knee deep in haikyuu as well as a full work week… but loner Megumi coming very soon

[eli0004]

Armin Arlert NSFW Alphabet

Pairing: sub!Armin x Reader

Warnings: heavy kink, mentions of body image insecurity and jealousy, subspace, msub, kink, cum play and pure filth bc Armin is a kinky fuck, mentions of porn.

[A/N: Another one down! It took a while but I’m pretty pleased. Feedback is always appreciated!]

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Slumped. He’s boneless and pliable, he drags himself to lay on top of you in search of your praise and affection. He’ll keen and shyly bury his face in your chest when you tell him how good he did and how pretty he looked doing it.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Armin likes your legs. He’s a leg man, but he likes every part of you truthfully. He likes to lay on your thighs while you pet his hair, and he’ll slowly start to kiss over your skin. He likes your hands, and often imagines them around his throat or your fingers inside of him while he’s watching you do everyday tasks.

Armin likes almost nothing about himself. He has some body image issues, which calls for some praise and worship if you ask me. Someone’s got to show this boy he’s beautiful.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Armin is a little freaky, it goes without saying. He’s a bit of a cum slut. He likes when you make him shoot his load all over his tummy, he likes when you dip your fingers into it and pop them in his mouth.

He cums in large amounts, it all but pours out of him like a faucet. It’s not thick or super gooey, mostly thin and watery. It gets everywhere if he isn’t careful in aiming.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Armin is a pillow humper, he gets excited and can’t help but stuff his pillow between his legs to grind into it softly. I mentioned this in another post, but all that soft stimulation makes him extremely sensitive to deliberate touching, and he will cum in seconds, shaking and crying the first few times you get your hands on him.

Just wait until he starts sending you videos of himself hugging a plushy or pillow between his thighs, hunched over and trembling as he rubs the head of his cock against the fabric, soaking it in his release. 🤤

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

None at all. Absolute virgin. Armin hasn’t even so much as had a first kiss when he meets you, not because he’s undesirable, but because he’s awkward. He doesn’t know how to talk to people he finds attractive, if you’re in a relationship with him it’s likely because you’d known each other a long while.

But it doesn’t take long after the first kiss for him to start fantasizing about touching, being touched, and though he likely won’t initiate, he’s delighted when your make out sesh finally leads to grinding and slipping hands under clothes.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Armin likes classic missionary when he’s feeling romantic, prone bone and doggy (both giving and taking)

He loves the Amazon position, and I think this one was the pipeline to his obsession with pegging.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

The first few times are giggly and awkward, but the more comfortable he is with you, the more he loses himself in the pleasure. His eyes glaze over and he gets weepy and whiny, but he does smile a lot when he’s feeling extra good

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

It honestly depends. Most of the time he keeps it trimmed, and every now and again he will shave it bare, but a day or two later he’s complaining about the prickly feeling and going on about how he’ll never do it again. It never gets out of control though, he would easily become self conscious of it if he let it get too long.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…) 

He likes it rough, but that’s not to say he isn’t intimate. He’s a hand holder, he likes to cling onto you and press himself into your skin as close as he can get. He smacks his lips against yours in messy, sloppy kisses while he moans into your mouth. Praise makes him throb just as easily as degradation, he’s such a good boy, and he looks at you like you’re his lifeline.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

If you’re not with him and he’s suddenly horny, he’s stuffing his hand down his sweats in an instant. Several times a day if he’s feeling extra needy, and he likes to take his time with it, slow strokes with one hand while the other massages his balls.

He has an oral fixation, so he’ll suck on his fingers and imagine they’re yours, and sometimes he’ll kick his legs up when he’s feeling kinky and bring his fingers down to dip past his rim for some extra stimulation.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Pegging- and really anything anal related. When Armin discovered prostate orgasms his life was changed. He says they feel stronger, like a full body experience. He has such a cute ass too, it’s a treat to be behind him while he’s taking it face down in the bed.

Degradation and humiliation- he wants to feel like he’s less than you, just your toy to play with, and to destroy when you’re angry.

Bondage- Armin loves to be restrained and rendered helpless, blindfolded, gagged. It really sells the “I’m your toy” act.

Dirty filthy talk- the vulgarity that comes out of this sweet angel faced boy’s mouth will have your head spinning. “Use me, fuck me, come on, harder” and “I want you to _insert the most insanely filthy thing you can imagine_”.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Everywhere and anywhere within the walls of your home. The kitchen making dinner, the bathroom on his knees, giving you head like a good boy while you get ready, on the couch watching a movie, in the laundry room on top of the washer. Anywhere is free game, he’s always yours when you want him.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Everything? Your lips, your eyes, your hands, your voice. The fact that you look at him and want him like that in the first place. The way you look doing household chores, the firmness and unwavering confidence in your voice when you send back your burger because you asked for no pickles. Armin is enchanted by you.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

There’s not much he would say no to once he’s comfortable with you. If you bring a new idea to him he often meets it with genuine enthusiasm and curiosity, and knowing you’re thirsting for him enough to want to find new things to do to and with him gets him excited as it is.

If I had to choose something, I’d say aside from public sex, things like sounding make him a little nervous but it’s not a hard no. Age play is a hard no and the idea of cuckholding makes him violently jealous.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

This man eats pussy like it’s his last meal on death row. He takes munch to a whole other level, breakfast lunch and dinner, Armin is always ready to bury his face between your thighs. He’d happily suffocate himself between your folds, and die very, very contented. Almost all of his fantasies revolve around your thighs caging around his head, gazing up at you through long lashes while you praise him softly.

He’s good at sucking dick too if you’re amab, for a man with very little to no experience, he’ll have you questioning everything you thought you knew about him. No gag reflex, he probably taught himself how to turn it off just for giving head. He’ll happily let you fuck his face of course, he’s quite the masochist.

Armin doesn’t care much if you want to go down on him. He’ll let you touch him however you wish, but he’d much rather be the one putting his mouth to work. He gets so drunk off your sounds and your fingers carding through his soft hair, he’ll start grinding up against the nearest surface just for a bit of friction.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Baby likes it rough, especially if he’s the one taking it. If he can form coherent sentences, you’re not fucking him hard enough. He wants to be reduced to a crying, drooling mess, especially when he’s been stressed out recently. There are definitely times when he prioritizes romance and sensuality, but Armin loves a mean dom, and it shows.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Absolutely yes, all the time. He’s so sensitive anyway, if you aren’t trying to drag it out he can and will cum in minutes. While he isn’t too fond of public sex, he definitely enjoys the thrill of a time limit. Bend him over or give him a quick suck while you’re cooking, a quick morning fuck before you leave for work. He says likes a challenge, but it’s not really a challenge to get him shaking underneath you in 5.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

It depends on the risk you’re wanting to take. He’s terrified to get caught in public, so there’s no way he’d willingly agree to that, but he’s pretty kinky, so within the walls of your bedroom there isn’t much he wouldn’t do to please you. Especially if it’s something Emasculating or embarrassing, humiliation gets him off embarrassingly fast. This means things like feminization, pet play (making him eat out of a bowl or sit in a dog crate), chastity, cum eating, guided masturbation, pain play, and even omarashi (to an extent) are all on the table.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

This boy has endless stamina it seems, he can go and go and go for hours on end. When he’s extra needy, his erections won’t really even start going down until the 2nd or third time he cums. He loves overstimulation, even though he’ll cry and whine and say it’s too much.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Probably…more than likely, he owns some of his own. Bullet vibes, pocket pussies, vibrating rings, etc. I’m sure he doesn’t use all of them himself, but probably collects them in hopes you’ll get curious and use them on him. Especially the rings; he knows he cums quickly, so he’ll try anything with the hopes to draw the experience out as long as possible.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He absolutely would never, unless he’s having a day where he wants it rough and messy. Mostly, Armin lives and breathes to be praised, he would mindlessly agree with whatever you asked of him just to hear the words “good boy”. He just falls into the roll of your sweet little submissive so easily.

To be teased, is a different story entirely. Edge him over and over, ghost your fingertips over his skin, go in for a kiss and watch his eyes flutter shut in anticipation, only to pull away and leave him confused. He loves to be reduced to desperate tears.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Shamelessly loud. I wrote in one of my headcannon posts that you could never discreetly have sex with Armin. He gets far too lost in the experience to really be aware of what noises he’s making or how loud he’s making them, but luckily you can quiet him down and satisfy his oral fixation by stuffing his mouth full of your fingers.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Armin has wet dreams a lot. He doesn’t dream every night, but when he does, 60% of his dreams are about sex. You can always tell because he’s so spacey the next morning, thinking about what happened in his dream. Sometimes he really wants to tell you about them in hopes to recreate them, but he gets too shy and backs out.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Armin isn’t big by any means, about 5 and 1/2 inches with a pretty, soft pink tip. He doesn’t curve, but when he’s fully hard, it points upward at a nice angle. Extremely sensitive, even a breath of air makes him twitch. It’s so cute too, the way it throbs and twitches against his belly when he’s laying there all horny and excited for you.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Armin isn’t just a closet pervert, he’s the closet pervert. Absolutely insatiable, he has sex on the brain morning and night and every minute in between. You cannot lie down horizontally together without him getting all hard and needy. I believe @ambassadorarlert wrote in one of their posts that his twitter saves are full of porn, and I second this, bby is into some wild things.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

The second he lays his head down and you start brushing through his hair with your fingers, praising him for how good he did and how well he listened, Armin is knocked tf out and probably won’t be up until noon tomorrow. He can’t help it, his balls are drained and he’s being doted on, what more could a man want?

[satoruhour]

THE JUST JANUS-FACED

a/n: please PLEASE read the warnings this is darker than what i usually write. this spiralled from me thinking about geto having a blood kink and then me being on my period and then me word vomiting into whatever this is / tagging only @getousex and @papersirens bc i feel like they will maybe like something like this? not sure if my other moots like dark content like this aahh

wc: 2.3k

warnings: DARK CONTENT, DUB-CON, descriptive piece, cult leader!geto, slight coercion, manipulation, stockholm syndrome, idolising, reader is mute for a bit, reader has a fucked up perception of love, christian religious references / parallels, corruption but reader is NOT a virgin, pet names, mentions of murder, clit stimulation, fingering, oral / cunnilingus, blood kink (?), power play, cum eating, size kink, period sex and oral, unprotected sex, creampie / breeding kink, multiple rounds, n*sfw under the cut

cult leader!geto who unfortunately has had to kill fellow sorcerers before just for opposing his cause, so he knows what sorcerers’ blood smell like. it doesn’t make sense anatomically: how there’s less of a copper smell, sweet and more tangy, not that he’s tasted it before. but the memory of satoru’s dried blood had been seared into his brain, a crystal clear vision of him carrying riko’s body; one of the drives that leads him to change the world of jujutsu.

so why can’t geto get his mind off you and your terrified state, bleeding from your torso after you’ve been ripped from your village? he acts like he hadn’t just ordered his followers to rip the place to shreds, to banish any and every trace of non-sorcerers. he crouches down to look at your pathetic state, swiping a thumb over your bleeding lip, putting it into his mouth.

that’s the first time he recoils at the taste of non-sorcerer blood — after all, it’s your beauty that entrances him.

geto’s not too sure why he kept you, either, locked up in shackles so tight they make dents on your wrists, wound left to be tended only bit by bit every time suguru finishes his sermon for the day and comes back to his office.

the second time is after a terribly stressful day. his contacts were falling behind on collecting money, there were followers stepping out of line, nanako and mimiko unfortunately bothering him at the wrong timings. he loved his girls, but sometimes he needed time alone.

what better way than to spend it with his pet?

the gag around your mouth is growing increasingly saggy, weighing down from the saliva and geto bestows some mercy on you, removing the cloth and throwing it somewhere in the room. at least your senses were still there, hearing the loud plop! of the fabric on tatami mats, but you could only whimper when geto asks you a question.

god, you looked so dumb and stupid, geto could’ve just killed you easily, but he still hasn’t found out why you’ve got him wrapped around your finger. he would send you to hell after that, but for now he’d keep you until he knows.

geto coos at the whimper.

“what is it, sweetheart? spit it out.”

your brows furrow as you uncover the hand cupping your core. it was fairly red, a strong iron smell filling the place. it wasn’t from your terribly treated wound, no — you were so concerned with this you hadn’t realised it’s fully healed, “magically” — but rather, coming from your vagina.

you were menstruating. geto sighs, flicking his sleeves before heading out, and you think that’s the end of it. he was going to leave you bleeding out on the floor while your womb contracted and expanded uncomfortably? your thoughts are quelled a minute later when he returns and tosses you a sanitary product.

“go.”

but before you can run to the bathroom in the big temple he seizes your hand, licking a stripe up your palm. there’s obvious shock on your face, from the clear line on your palm made by his tongue and the way your blood smears on his lips. geto hums, and lets you go.

it’s not too bad.

the third is when you’re sleeping soundly on the floor, still in shackles that are visibly loosened. this is the next month where blood is being shed again, made less harrowing by the products geto swears he hates getting you, “reluctantly” refilling for you after nanako asked him not to take from her stash.

by now, you’ve mellowed, but you still rather have a tough time talking and articulating speech. he knew — it wasn’t hidden that your village was built on strong men, which also led to lesser people being oppressed, silenced. only speak when you spoken to, only leave when given permission. you weren’t a stranger to the harsh slaps that landed on your face.

it was only lucky that geto had already got such an obedient little plaything. you knew your place, having learned your place before, and you think maybe he might be your saviour, because the way he spoke was nothing like the men in your village. it was done with a lilt of the voice, a lyrical, melodic quality to it. his touches are gentle but firm, never rough and abrupt.

geto-sama knew how to treat lesser people like you.

that’s why when you’re whimpering again, geto knows just the right thing to get you to shut up (although, your cute sounds are maybe just what he might be looking for. should he kill you after he gets his keep? should he slit your throat? should he—)

he brings you to your feet a little forcefully, dispelling a curse to unlock your shackles and he pushes you onto the bed. you’re the centre of attention, suddenly, not used to being in such a big space: laid out on the silk sheets of the tatami bed. you felt dirty, tainted. you didn’t deserve to be on white, didn’t deserve to have your feet planted onto ivory, to have been cleaned time and time again by his workers. you didn’t even feel like you deserved to be kept in such a sacred place as geto-sama’s temple.

and yet, when you watch your saviour’s approaching, looming form, you can’t help think of how he’s taken care of you. the love he showed you was the closest thing you’ve ever gotten, maybe a little morbid by normal standards, but who are you to question your saviour? paired with that melodic, smooth voice and the cast of his hair down his back, maybe you were even attracted to your saviour.

that was a possibility, right? you can’t tell right from wrong any more but it doesn’t matter when geto slams his lips onto yours, kissing him back clumsily that he chuckles at your inexperience. even when you’re bleeding, you can feel your cunt throb and the feeling in your stomach increase — it was oh, so delicious, the same thing felt whenever he entered a room with that sick smile.

geto nudges you to remove your clothing, touches leaving blazing fires along your skin. he sighs when your breasts are on display, taking a nipple and swirling a tongue around it. so foreign, so good that you grab his other hand and he stops. ah, yes, you were still a monkey after all, no speaking when not spoken to — that translates to actions as well.

the lord resumes his ministrations, other hand reaching for your tits to massage the other, moaning into your chest before he kisses down your body. you panic, because aren’t you dirty? aren’t you bloody?

“let me relieve you, doll,” geto-sama was well deserving of being geto-sama. like how a lord should be, he is observant in seeing how your hand clutches your stomach on the first two days of your menstruation. what qualities of a lover— lord that is.

he coaxes you into removing your bottoms (“but geto-sama, my blood—”, “nonsense, leave it.”), peeling your underwear off you and the smell hits him almost immediately. the smell he’s friends with, that metallic tinge that hits his nose so disgustingly when he sees yet another act of unjust done by the weak, and yet when geto sees you spreading his legs for him, this hit of odour is nothing like the terrible scenes he’s caused.

no, he thinks that this is right and just, this is in the fates, this was the moment of justifiable pleasure received by a weak, lesser monkey only he could satisfy. he was your saviour after all.

but when geto’s tongue makes first contact with your cunt, he thinks maybe he was on the other side of the picture — him, as weak as a non-sorcerer, sentenced to the giving of pleasure to you.

geto moans when he first tastes blood, and then your slick, the combination more angelic than holy communion. he sucks on your clit and your grip could draw blood from how tight you clutched onto the sheets but you make sure your nails don’t dig in and bleed. geto-sama wouldn’t want that.

he flicks his tongue on your nub, large hands spreading your thighs apart with ease as the abuse on your clit is merciless. geto hums into your cunt, the lewd sounds of your blood mixed in with arousal just staining the room with a pungent smell of copper and sex.

geto gives no warning as he shoves a finger into you, your blood giving him easy access and in an instant the uncomfortable cramp in your stomach starts to subside. he was a god, you know, he’s your god, you think, but you aren’t sure if you’re stingy and self-centred enough to cage him for yourself.

a loud moan leaves you when he starts to thrust, not stopping the stubborn movements of his tongue.

“oh, what pretty noises,” geto drawls, mumbling into your cunt, “your little pussy is being real loud as well, huh?”

you whimper at the lewd language, always being brutally and cruelly targeted towards you in your village, and yet when they’re spoken so filthily and intently to you — you can’t help but nod.

“need you to tell me how bad you want it, pet.” geto teases, knowing you hardly speak, but it’s an invitation, right?

your saviour adds a second finger and a mewl escapes your mouth, incoherent babbles that sounded like gibberish. oh, you really were too cute.

“that feel good, ain’t it?” he whispers, licking his lips and spreading the taste of your blood around his mouth. he smiles at your second nod.

“then tell me. what. you. want.” the command is straight, now, and if it weren’t for geto going back to suckle on your clit alongside his two fingers pumping in and out of you, you’d cower.

“want—” you moan, the squelching noises of your pussy increase in volume and the sound of his palm making contact with his chin is sinful, dirty, exactly what you were.

geto loved dirty.

“want your cock in me, geto-sama.” so, you did know the words, heart pounding so loud it resonates in your head; you wonder how you manage to even say it so clearly, so confidently. where did those words come from?

“want you to fuck me, and use me, please, geto-sama.”

your god’s smile widens into a grin and he wastes no time removing his gojo-gesa, his robes, fishing his cock out from his underwear with one hand while the other continues to lazily move in and out of you. you stare like a dumb little dog, excitement obvious by how you clench around his fingers and bite your lip.

all monkeys were so fucking predictable. your village, your parents, yo—

geto is proven wrong again when he first slips in, blood spilling from your cunt that he doesn’t exactly care if it’s because of your menstruation or your tight little pussy being stretched so far to accommodate his fat, heavy cock, but the warmness of your cunt is just so goddamn divine, he has to take a deep breath to brace himself.

“feel better already?” he fawns over you, over the bulge showing in your stomach. it showed how deep he was in you, in your womb, and you clench again at the feeling of being filled up. geto’s hips start to set a pace, rocking into you with groans of his own.

“s-so much better, geto-sama,” the smile you give him is drunk, horridly in love with your saviour who did nothing but manipulate, but you could hardly care for the morals of this world when his pre-cum filled cock hits your spots so well. his pubes and hips that meet yours are coated with blood, the scent of it increasing the longer he uses your body like a fucktoy, a reverberating pap! pap! pap! of his balls slamming into your ass.

“pussy so fucking good—” geto cums first with a loud groan, filling your womb with his seed that’s viscous and hot, and the heat of your cunt doesn’t stop him from moving, flipping the two of you over and you’re screaming in the process, body jolting from the sudden orgasm. geto grunts as he feels you spasm around his dick, switching to a violent ram up into your pussy — you’re atop him now and you suffer the pussy drunk thrusts he gives you, one after the other into your dripping hole.

it’s so messy, so dirty and so fucking revolting, your bleeding cunt mixed with his cum forming strings that connect your pelvis to his, the soiled sheets of red and translucent below you — your god’s hips falter and still, cumming for a second time so quickly geto has to make sure he’s still the right person after this.

your eyes are way back in your skull, head tipped backwards onto his shoulder and outstretched for all gods to see, and yet, geto suguru was your one and only definition of divinity. a man of wisdom, charm. you’re jerking and gasping when you feel his cum spill out of you and you’re reaching that intoxicating high all over again, geto-sama, geto-sama, geto-sama, like a chant on your lips.

it was like worship in the common room, and yet this was different, entirely, because you were getting purified and corrupted all in one sitting, by geto-sama’s cock.

geto grins and smothers himself in your cunt once you’re climaxing and eats the blood and cum out of your pussy, oozing out right onto his tongue and the mixture of it is like a sick little concoction of sin and virtue — exactly what the two of you were.

good and evil, blessing and curse, god and devil. except, geto suguru wasn’t sure what title he fell under, any more.

oh, no, not when he had you.

pls, pls tell me if i missed any warnings! ty for reading ♡

[jaeger-pups]

❣️ 🖌️ 🍳 for Zeke and 🎮📱💤 for Eren

Zeke

❣️ - What are their love languages?

Zeke can be pretty hard to read if you’re not familiar with his tells when he’s concerned, annoyed, impressed, etc. So I feel like you’d have to know him well or be close to him to know how he expresses love/affection. He’s the type who’s affectionate gestures are more meaningful in how subtle they are/how casually he acts on them. Like it’s the little things Zeke does in a relationship that communicates how much he cares. He’s the type to bring in the towel his partner forgets when they get in the shower w/o them having to ask or even realizing. He’s the type who’ll go out and get pain meds and something to hydrate with when his partner doesn’t feel well. He’s got a great memory and won’t forget you mentioning something you find interesting or something you desire; your preferences, fears, etc. He commits stuff like that to memory even long after his partner’s forgotten about it — which makes it all the more special the way he delivers on surprises or special occasions? He can be financially affectionate too tho — which I’ve made a headcanon abt w/ zekeren context on how he’d spend money generously on Eren, but yeah. Most ppl easily write Zeke off as romantically defective or aromantic but i don’t think he is. I feel like he could be just as solemn but charming when he’s w/ someone he has strong romantic feelings for. He can appreciate a partner who’s just as thoughtful about his personality; someone who can read him w/o him having to always express everything straight out?

🖌️ - Do they have any hobbies?

We know Zeke’s interested in baseball, but otherwise I wanna say he might like podcasts? Listening to audiobooks by authors he likes? I have these headcanons abt him being able to play piano and speak multiple languages he studied until he was fluent in them (for one reason or another). Linguistics he might find stimulating, in that case. He’s the brainy, thinker-type as far as entertainment goes. I feel like Zeke might have hobbies and interests v few if any know abt. You’d have to know him; like the Marley Warriors or something. Ooh, headcanon rq tho: maybe he’s into pyrography? Seems like something meticulous that’d be up his alley to me.

🍳 - How well can they cook?

This is a good one bc I go back and forth w/ how well (or not) both Zeke or Eren could be at this. For some reason I always wanna look at it like if one jaeger brother is bad at it, the other might be better (only bc I refuse to consider the possibility that both could be terrible at it lol). If Zeke can’t cook, Eren has to be better. I think Zeke might be able to throw down in the kitchen w/ the right ingredients tho. Not anything like, Chef Gordon Ramsay-presenting, but. He’s not burning anything. Not over or under-seasoning anything. Nothings undercooked, etc.

Eren

🎮 - What’s their favorite game?

Eren strikes me as the type to be a desktop/switch gamer. Fortnite? Animal Crossing? Fate/Grand Order? The Persona Series? Shadow of the Colossus? Horror games like Dead Space?

📱 - What social media do they use the most?

He probably closes and reopens the same rotating apps for xyz. I’m gonna say Instagram, Tik Tok, Twitter, Discord, maybe Snapchat, FaceTime (if that counts).

💤 - What do they absolutely need to have to fall asleep?

This is cute to think about. I think he might have difficulty sleeping w/o his partner there in bed next to him when he’s in a relationship. Maybe it’s got more to do with anxiety? He just doesn’t prefer to sleep alone. Wakes up feeling better rested and less groggy knowing his partner was there next to him through the night.

[yippieitsarvensart]

OK OK SO !!! HCS FIRST 👇👇

both the tweels > bpd, autistic. also partially blind in both eyes and wear contacts (morays have shit eyesight), their vision gets shittier the lighter the ambient, + they have shit balance but are pretty fast. they have long hair shaved on both sides, are black w/ vitiligo, notable on their face on the same side of their black hair strand (stolen hc), and have freckles with their merform's colors. oh and their gills never go out so they can breathe underwater + their ears are that shape i drew on floyd always, bc the potion cant take those things away. they have some scars from brawls in the ocean. in my head they also purr. AND theyre both transfem. to me. (they use any prns but mostly he/she) + theyre every gender under the sun & bissexual/panssexual, they date everyone regardless of gender

floyd specific > adhd. gets overwhelmed pretty easily and his meltdowns consist of him whining and crying and breaking stuff and wanting attention. can understand tone when hes in a good mood only + has super control of his tone & voice, not masking just very good w it. he can toletare tight clothing but as long as its 1 item, prefers large ones. also he likes enclosed spaces and needs stimulation 24/7, never stops never stills, either has music or is fidgeting. special interest is fashion (mostly shoes) :3c

jade specific > slight ocd. its not that big but its there. hard to get overwhelmed but when he does he breaks and throws everything around him, even people. has more difficulty w tone and his face + voice is almost always stuck in that customer service one, poor guy. absolutely LOVES tight clothing and tight spaces. hes not very hyperative hes just chillin most of the time. vibrating slightly sometimes when hes vv happy. special interest is mushrooms ofc!

bonus riddle > bdp, autistic, ocd. also has depression & anxiety. uses he/she and is transfem bigender sapphilean (mlm wlw) ! the white strand you comented abt on my art (thank you sm for the kind comments btw <33) is a hc that i have about the after effects of chap 6. she ended up having that white strand and cant seem to get it out no matter what... has dyed it before but gave up eventually. anyways she has chronic pain on her wrists bc of writing so much! i also hc that his overblot left burn scars on his arms, legs & face. in the begginings of nrc time he had an ED, but after his 3rd year he was very recovered and is now pudgy. her special interests are books & hedgehogs :D

(+ i can talk abt silver & sebek if you want :3c)

ANYWAYSS, jchshjds riddle is so silly hes so unaware of social clues poor guy..... its so funny that hes the only one out of the loop there. but they work it out eventually....

honestly im convinced sebek would try asking him on a date and riddle would accept but he would know it was a date. and this happened for a long time. until riddle told trey & cater about him, sebek and silver hanging out and they were like "riddle.... thats a date.... you guys are doing things boyfriends do" and hes all "we are What." jdjwndjsn

I DO HAVE TIME give me some ingredients (ideas) and i'll cook (write) . bc unfortunelly i am not so big on ideas rn 😔😔

also THE IMAGE ?!!??!(($!? HGJDHS ive saved it its so silbekrid....

I was literally looking at this in the morning while eating breakfast like "I'll respond to this after I eat" Now, 7:30pm, I start writing out a response. smh.

YOU LITERALLY HAVE THE CREATIVEST MIND EVER?? THE REALEST THOUGHTS IN THE GALAXY???

I have actually mentioned before that I also think the twins have shit eyesight and how I think it goes down is like; ONLY JADE uses contacts, Floyd finds the idea of putting those things ON YOUR EYEBALLS is like actually disgusting he would rather DIE. So he- Like Jade -Has prescription glasses, but he never uses them unless he's in his own room and wants to actually see clearly. Azul insists he wears them while working in the lounge because he doesn't need Floyd tripping over and breaking things, it would be annoying to clean up after him. (translated: I really don't want you to get hurt please wear ur glasses so I can stop worrying about you) I don't actually have hcs for the twins' sexualities n' genders but I feel like they're so nonbinary spectrum 2 me... and also bi/pan is so real 2me now thhank you... Tweels purring real... idc if eels can't actually purr they can now... The separate-specific hcs I agree with it all, very very super real

YES go ahead and talk about the other two as well I love your massive awesome brain it's so full of things and I need to study you under a microscope methinks... I love love love Silver especially, he's one of the characters that when I hadn't played twst yet he caught my eyeee and I was like !!!! :OOO pretty boy alert!! Although with Sebs it took a little longer, I've only just recently started liking him a lot more but with the help of hcs and deep diving into lore I have quickly warmed up to his character... Love the boy Love him <33

and Riddllleeee... ohhh Riddle <3333 I'm #FallingInLove for real (take this part as inspo for a fic if you want boo, I can write prompts all day) Riddle just being so confused when caycay n' Trey tell her he's been going on dates this whole time. Like why didn't I get told about this. Have we been dating this entire time and I didn't know. And then she has a crisis and freaks out about it because "what if Sebek and Silver didn't know either and they are literally just my friends and they see me as a friend-" and all these 'what if's' go through his head and it makes him go. coo-coo. So he's extra irritable, too many heads are rolling once again, and she's trying extra hard to avoid/ignore/turn down any of Sebek's and Silver's offers to hang out BECAUSE SHE JUST FEELS SO AWFUL ABOUT IT like they really. REALLY need to talk it out. SebeSil go to someone else (can't think of any1 rn, maybe lilia?) to ask for advice on what to do... AUUGHHH then idk 1000 words later they k-k-kiss and make up (like the song. aha)

[4dtk]

Ooo how about foreplay with the jjk men? How do they go about it?

ೃ⁀➷ FOREPLAY W/ JJK MEN 🫶🏼

wrote this w my whole pussy, ironically, my period just came. also i tend to ramble sorry 😓 for disclaimer, i wrote this with the men giving reader foreplay & i used the usual five men for the drabbles i write.

foreplay can be anything u want it to be!!!! / discussions of oral (f receiving), dacryphilia, fingering, clit stimulation, vaginal penetration, mentions of grinding & dry humping, mentions of public sex, mentions of blowjob, oral (m briefly receiving) face-sitting, orgasm denial, overstimulation, praise, degradation, face-sitting, use of toys, 69, n*sfw under the cut

GOJO i think we’ve established is a tease and tbh it depends on his mood on whether he wants to be mean or not and deny you your orgasm. he’s a guy that doesn’t mind not doing foreplay in case of a quickie or sum. and in terms of foreplay, he loves ur parts but another thing is that he LOVES making out. you’re always eating dinner late or running late on errands bc your boyfriend likes to kiss you. gojo likes to have you straddling him, he likes all the small little things before like eating you out or even you giving him head etc. he’ll love it if you grind down on him, moan into his mouth, take the lead and maybe even sit on his face? idk he likes it when you take over for that part and then he can be the boss later on. AND. AND it was always happen when you’re busy with something. washing dishes, watching a movie, getting ready to shower, bro never leaves you alone. i think he loves the switch in which he so easily can make you crumble in his arms. in terms of like giving you oral, he likes to just use his mouth. he slurps you up like a slurpee fr. ok but yeah he likes LOVES the sounds of you moaning and asking him to stop even after orgasming and where he’s non-stop sucking on your clit, juices coating his mouth and chin, looking like he just woke up with ur hands messing up his hair. he’s obsessed. sometimes he’s obsessed enough to take a photo 😭  shame he doesn’t use his six inch fingers but he uses them more to prep you. would say that he doesn’t mind doing it publicly or at home, gets the urge to eat you out like so often ur pussy is tired dude

“fuckin’ love your cunt, baby,” gojo can barely get the words out, slobbering over your dripping pussy like it’s his last meal. he can’t get enough of you, both arms locked around your thigh and mouth groaning into your core. there’s lewd, wet sounds that reverberate throughout the room, and there’s not a word that you could say to deter him from eating you out. it’s his favourite activity after all, “look at me when i’m making you cry and sob, princess,” and your eyes snap right to him, struggling to keep them open from the immense pleasure and soon your lover’s words ring true, feeling tears prick at the corner of your eyes. “p-please… satoru, i’m close! wanna c-cum—” gojo responds to your pleas, fingers squeezing your thighs, hands pulling at his hair. his tongue flicks your clit faster and he damn near loses his breath, “cum. cum all over my tongue, baby.” — but if he dies making you cum until you see stars, so be it.

GETO is mean mean mean. i like him as a soft dom but i think he just has something that makes him deny orgasms from his partner and he does it very well. he makes you beg and plead to the point of crying, but i mean he isn’t too mean to the point of only making himself cum. he still cares about your pleasure and orgasms but it doesn’t mean he just has to give oral and then make you cum, that’s the beauty of orgasm denials <3 if you’re especially bratty that day, you bet he’ll deny you your high for multiple times, maybe even leaving out orgasming until only after he fucks you and then sometimes his soft side would kick in and then immediately overstimulate you. BROOOO. yeah geto is a god in the bedroom and being an fwb with / dating him would be so scary but he knows the ins and outs of pleasure and sex so well that you’d give everything to fuck him again. i would say how foreplay develops for geto depends very much on the mood because for one, he can control himself better than gojo can but at the same time he also has this insane inner feeling of possessiveness that wants to show everyone in the room you belong to him. think of subtler forms of teasing in public, like a vibrator or butt plug up your ass, a hand up your shirt at the back or even grasping your ass. even a collar that acts as a choker / necklace. that possessiveness would make geto drag you to the side and eat you out like no care in the world. even if it was at home, if he smells you wearing his cologne or sees his shirt on you, prepare to cancel your plans for the day! geto enjoys making out but i think he likes groping / grinding / dry humping a lot, which is something that would lead up to eventual intercourse. but i digress lol. oh and if you both smoke, you bet your ass he’ll love a shotgun kiss. geto adores everything that goes on before the actual event, but don’t get him wrong, he loves shoving his cock into u too <333

“crying already? poor baby,” geto coos fauxly, smiling in response when you squirm in bed with the blindfold on your eyes. your senses are limited, your reflexes are heightened, so you jump again when geto presses his thumb against your clit again, now rubbing the bud slowly and gently. “suguru… need you, fuck, please!” he only tuts, removing his hand fully and enjoys the way you thrash around for attention. with hands outstretched, you’re grabbing at wherever you think your boyfriend is, trying so, so hard not to touch what was his; your tight, pretty cunt. “you’re so adorable when you beg, of course,” and geto goes right straight to inserting two fingers into your core together with his mouth that sucks on your clit, making you whine at the sudden sensations. it’s nothing you don’t like, but you’re always unprepared for his thicker fingers. “g’na c-cum— i’m gonna cum, suguruu!” the build-up of geto depriving you of orgasm after orgasm starts crashing down, grinding your hips into his face. and while he loves to see you come undone, he still loves seeing you beg to let you cum, and he’s going to do just that all over again when he finally pounds you.

NANAMI is another person that NEEDS to have foreplay before the actual sex. he’s a pleasure dom and literally gets off of giving you pleasure. would overstimulate you and then act innocent lol. for nanami foreplay comes a lot from seeing you in situations that you would not exactly look “good” in, like propping a leg up on your chair to do a report, biting your lip when watching a tense tv show, things like that. it’s not that he’s not turned on by provocative situations / outfits but he really loves seeing you focused on something. nanami imagines taking your attention away from it by taking your cunt into his mouth and then seeing you struggle to focus, man loves it. the poor guy is always so overworked however so a lot of the times your sessions end after you cum from getting eaten out and then he has to answer a call or something 💀 it’s a bit sad but. and i have to add that usually after phone calls (if he doesn’t have to go on a mission) he doesn’t have the mood, but always. ALWAYS gives you one more as an apology. when you have the time to yourself tho…. ooohhhh pls be prepared. can make you cum 4, 5 times if he wants, with toys, fingers, mouth, simply rubbing your clit, god he loves slapping your pussy too <3 when he goes down on you, he’s either grinding into the bedsheets or stroking himself, bc he loves it so much that he’s the one making you feel like that (and i’m not saying the other wouldn’t but, i feel like nanami’s would be the most obvious). groaning, moaning, and just like gojo, he comes out from between your legs looking like an animal and fucking loves it. oh right, and he showers you with praise the whole time through 100%. FACE SITTING !!!!!

“sit.” you hear nanami say from below him, and as you’re still worried you’d crush him, he pulls you down to sit on his face. nanami dives straight into your cunt, while you struggle against the weight that you think might crush him, and you fight until your thighs burn. nanami reaches one hand to grab your tits, rolling your nipple between his thumb and index. “sit. on my face. stop hovering darling.” and you do, just to indulge your lover for once and he hums, pleased at your decision. you pull on his hair from above, feeling his tongue dip into your hole as his nose nudges against your clit. “kento, i—” you can feel your orgasm approaching, grinding and bucking your hips into his face and nanamo doesn’t stop once until your eyes roll back and your back arches, thighs trembling around his head as he continues to suck. you’re taken by surprise when he grabs your hand, guiding it to his hardened cock and he groans into your cunt, intoxicated on your smell and taste and the way your hands stroke him. nanami’s eyes meet yours as your breath shortens, the smile that you feel telling you that he’s only begun.

TOJI! oh, toji toji toji. he loves foreplay, he loves sex, idk he likes them all equally, and would kinda prefer if you went down on him but eating pussy alwaysssss makes him hard from the get go. how foreplay would start out lol is always from you giving him oral first. he’s obsessed with how you take his cock, down your throat, looking up at him ugh he would kill for it, but now he’s gotta taste you. he needs you on his tongue and down his throat, and dripping all over his sheets. toji loves, LOVES to manhandle. if there’s an obvious power difference (which prob will be considering how big he is), he’ll pick you up and throw you on the bed, ordering you to remove your underwear and sit there all pretty for him. at first, he doesn’t really get the appeal (foreplay, not your pussy) bc his clients had always been quick fucks for money but once he drags his tongue up your cunt bro he’s lost. toji goes in so suddenly the first time that you’re surprised at the sheer force of his tongue, sucking so hard on your clit that your thighs clench up real fast and uncomfortably. and then you have to remind him to look at you too so he can know if you like what he’s doing too, he falls in love with giving oral. ok but he doesn’t give it to you all the time, but you’ll know when you’re dragged away from whatever you were doing to. forces you into positions and always has a part of your body pinned down, turns him on knowing he can easily keep you still. another guy to overstimulate you (but not realise it), he can’t be bothered to deny orgasms bc he’s a simple guy and likes to see his partner squirm and beg him to stop. toji might like mutual masturbation (either you on yourself and he jerks off or you help each other out) but it always dies down on toji’s end because he either gets fixated on watching you play with yourself OR his fingers are too good on you that you stop stroking him. bc of this he also enjoys 69-ing quite a bit, both give & take in oral and he likes feeling you clutch onto his dick faintly when you’re overstimulated and you can’t continue sucking him off. he enjoys it a lot <3

“up, up you go,” you’re left to flail your arms around, asking your boyfriend why he was currently dragging you from the kitchen where you were currently preparing dinner. you have an inkling of what toji wants but, in the middle of dinner prep? it doesn’t take you much to get wet, though, because minutes later you’re crying out toji’s name, fisting your hands into his hair with your whole body on fire from the intense orgasm you just had. “come here, doll,” toji grunts out the last words as he flips his body over, tugging you to crawl over his front. he ignores your hesitance and shoves two fingers into your cunt easily, your slick acting as lube. “toji, toji, f-fuck, please—” he grunts at your pleas, falling on deaf ears as he continues to finger you while he feels your thighs squeezing his head, sighing into your clit when your hand finally wraps around his cock. you try your best to suck him off, mouth taking all of his length into your mouth, bobbing your head, squeezing his length when he hits a particular spot. it’s hard to keep up with toji’s pace, though, speeding his fingers up that you can’t focus on him, fumbling with his cock. “toji, i’m gonna— shit!” there’s whines falling from your lips and squelching noises from your pussy, the knot in your stomach releasing for a second time; your cum stains his tongue and he loves it.. “give it to me, atta girl,” you mewl at the praise and you clamp down on his fingers, riding out your orgasm. at this point, you can tell you won’t be eating dinner from the way toji’s fingers start moving again, but you love it all the more.

CHOSO would rlly enjoy foreplay that develops from cuddling, and i’m talking lovey-dovey stuff that always somehow turns filthy. and you don’t blame choso either bc sometimes you’ll brush up against him and trigger a hard-on. when he cuddles he has very wander-y hands that always want to be on you, whether he brushes his fingers thru your hair or trailing his hand across your tummy he just loves it tbh. i’d say choso is very respectful of your boundaries / schedule bc if you tell him to back off bc of deadlines or reports or is just not feeling it he doesn’t push it (sometimes you wish he did but yknow you still appreciate it 100%). and if youre both in the mood, you’re probably the one to initiate it (bc choso has wander-y hands but doesn’t really act on it – again, respectful) but once choso gets the idea of wanting to go ahead w/ sexual things he doesn’t mind taking over. like gojo he’s sorta obsessed with making out, like something that builds up over time. if youre REALLY horny then he’ll give in but if you have pockets of time in between your work he likes to kiss you deeply, hands on ass, under your shirt and does it several times during the day before the actual event (in a situation where youre probably busy for the whole day). bc choso is a curse sometimes you watch cliche / cringey porn together too, just to give him a taste of the human world and some of its terrible videos and that activity would probably get you both horny. he would LOVE it if you take over during oral, saying stuff like “good boy, you’re eating me out so well,” etc etc and he loves to get praised and give praise back! he also has a certain fascination with the toys that you introduce him to and he loves the vibrator + dildo combination for some reason and adores your faces when he uses them on you. for a short period of time he was sort of envious but he always emerged after with a boner so. LMFAO so now he sees it as a friend and not competition! choso always puts your pleasure first and to him, it doesn’t matter if he doesn’t cum <3

“turn up the setting, baby,” you barely get out the words, legs trembling in choso’s lap while the tv show you were watching completely forgotten. leaning back against choso, the both of you could see the vibrator between your legs as he holds it against your clit. “you still there?” choso chuckles, feeling your head dip onto his shoulder from the sensation, hand clutching tightly onto his arm. “y-yeah— feels so fucking g-good…” he hums into your neck, placing little kisses on the skin there. you’re so wet that you’re dripping down onto the sofa, sight momentarily obscured when choso turns your head to kiss you. you’re absorbed into the kiss, and you think everything is perfect as choso takes his time and swallows your moans, and you tease him, too, grinding back onto his hard-on and feel him choke. “thank you, baby boy. love it when you — mmh — make me feel g-good.” you mumble out into his lips, blindly grasping his hands to guide them to your core. “i’ll pay you back when you make me cum, yeah?” you can feel choso heating up, blush adorning his face and you just smile into his mouth, gasping when his fingers are finally in you. “yeah you will, my pretty princess.” 

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[foulserpent]

When did you get rats, how quick did they acclimate, and how are they to care for daily? Curious about them as pets.

i got them a couple months ago. these guys were actually feeder rats, but were given to me by an acquaintance and were raised under better conditions than most feeders. so they were probably easier to acclimate but still had a lot of difficulty since they were never really handled and etc

but yeah it took them about a month and a half to fully acclimate. snakebite had some issues with being territorial and biting me in the cage, and that took a while to fully adjust before i could go in there or pick her up without wearing gloves. penny never bit, but she was skittish and took longer to adjust to handling and trusting me for treats etc. now they both completely trust me, are readily handled, will accept treats, and will Occasionally attempt to socially groom me.

they need a lot of day to day commitment, mostly in a lot of social interaction and free roaming time. these guys are a lot more energetic than my prev rats (possibly bc theyre younger) and need a good amount of time outside the cage. my closet is big enough for them to run around in so ill be in there a few hours a day while they roam in there (ideally it would be a ratproofed Room but i have a small studio apartment and its not totally feasible). they also need day to day cleaning, its been a struggle to get them litter trained and they poop a lot so i need to be spot cleaning their cage frequently w/ gloves. contrary to what many bloggers would have you believe rats are Not 'clean' animals in terms of their environment).

i think you basically need to think of rats as very small dogs in terms of commitment, theyre very intelligent animals and need stimulation and socialization, just on a different scale sometimes since theyre small and have a very short lifespan.

my first pair of rats (princess and bear) were adopted and had been bred as pets, so they were MUCH quicker to accommodate and handle (neither of them Ever bit me, little fear of handling, easy to litter train). if youve never had rats before, definitely get them adopted or from a rattery, theyll very quickly and easily become sociable and affectionate. feeders are domesticated but not bred for ideal 'pet' traits so its more of a difficult process (not to mention health problems for most commercial feeders).

[hermannsthumb]

possible prompt for a university au: newt is the biology major who maintains all the fish tanks in the physics building at 11pm and hermann is the physics student who likes to wander the halls to think. newt accidentally flings water all over the ground and hermann trips, hijinks ensue.

earlier today I was thinking about how I wrote a college AU fic almost 3 years ago to the date, and how I wanted to do more bc its fun thinking about newt and hermann as dumb college students

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Newt's not really sure how he ended up with the weirdest work-study job on the planet, but honestly, things could be much, much worse (he could be stuck down in the dining hall, or dealing with confused freshmen in the school bookstore) so he keeps his thoughts on the whole thing to himself. Every Friday at eleven sharp, Newt pulls on his grodiest t-shirt and a pair of long rubber gloves and treks all the way over to the physics department to set to work scrubbing down the fish tanks that line the classroom walls. Why does the physics department have fish tanks? Newt's not really sure about that, either. It's kind of an insane amount of them, too, more than even the marine bio department has. Maybe it's supposed to boost morale or something. Hey, look at these crazy cool tropical fish who get to do nothing but eat and swim in circles, sorry you're stuck inside calculating velocity and shit.

Whatever, Newt's not complaining about that either. Let the physics nerds have their fun. It'll be good for them to branch out a little, realize there's life beyond robotics club meetings.

Also, Newt likes the fish. They're cute. He likes to think they like him, too, because they're very well behaved when he has to scoop them out of their tanks and plop them into smaller fish bowls (the kind goldfish in movies always use). He's going to teach them tricks eventually—he had a beta fish once who would do a little flip when Newt tapped the glass a certain way because he knew he'd get rewarded with dried worms, so Newt knows it's possible. Just imagine, a hundred fish doing flips on command. Newt Geiszler, fish whisperer.

Yeah, maybe the job could be more glamorous. It's really hard to get algae out of the gloves, and he hasn't been allotted the budget for a new pair yet.

"Hey, guys!" he shouts as he pushes in the door to room 214. The fish don't acknowledge him: they just continue swimming in their giant tank. In and out of plastic plants and rock caves. The rock caves were a gift from Newt three months into the job, and so were some of the moss balls—stimulation is important for fish! He wouldn't want to be trapped in a glass box with nothing to do, either. "I bet you missed me. Ready for a clean tank?"

Newt always talks to the fish, even if they don't talk back, because he thinks it's important to build their trust. He'll usually keep a running commentary of his week as he scrubs the tanks, just get everything off his chest that he needs to get off. Stuff he's worried about. Stuff that went well. Stuff that went badly. Therapy's expensive, and Newt's student health insurance can only cover so much, but talking to fish? That's free.

That's also kinda why he does it so late at night and over the weekend. The last thing he wants is an audience. Because, one, talking to fish is admittedly weird, and two, no one wants a glimpse at Newt's psyche like that, probably not even the fish.

The first step in cleaning the tanks is relocation. Newt digs his stereotypical goldfish bowls and an industrial-size mesh wand out of the supply closet, fills the former with some of the special tank salt water, and begins the slow and arduous task of scooping out the fish and depositing them into the bowls. "I had the lamest week," he announces once he's about three clownfish in. "I was working on a group project Saturday—"

Then Newt stops, because he hears footsteps in the hallway just outside the classroom.

Serial killer, Newt's instincts supply helpfully.

No, Newt corrects himself, that's dumb. Why would a serial killer wander into the physics building at eleven o'clock at night? Why would anyone, period? He's probably imagining stuff. Lack of sleep, stress over his upcoming projects, residual embarrassment from his disaster study session Saturday, all of it culminating in Newt thinking there's someone there. No, definitely imagining it. Newt can only even get in this late to the department because his ID swipe card is set up with the right permissions—not even the physics students have the permissions he does to be in this late at night. Well, not unless they clean the kitchenette in the student lounge or something.

Or if Newt left the door unlocked.

More footsteps. Closer now.

Newt's pretty sure he didn't leave the door unlocked, because he thinks it locks automatically behind him, and he would have to literally prop it open for anyone to get in after him. But anything's possible. The door could've caught on a dropped pencil or a paper scrap or other weird shit that physics students leave around, and a serial killer could've noticed and taken the opportunity to sneak inside on the off chance a hapless young biology major was scrubbing slime off fish tanks in the middle of the night. Any minute now, Newt's about to end up on an episode of Unsolved Mysteries. The Physics Department Murder. The Disappearing Biologist. (Nah, neither of those are very good titles, but that's why Newt isn't on the creative writing track.)

Step-tap-step. Closer now; Newt's heart leaps to his throat. Step-tap-step. Step-tap-step. Pausing just outside the door of room 214. God, why didn't Newt turn the lights off? Why didn't he shut the door?

Newt reaches for the first vaguely weapon-shaped thing he can find—an empty fishbowl, because Newt's not going to sacrifice any of the fish for this—and, as the door swings open, hurls it with a cry.

The bowl clunks on the ground. Except it turns out Newt grabbed the wrong fish bowl, because (even though it doesn't shatter, thank God) water quickly begins to seep across the slate floor tiles towards Newt's serial killer, a pathetic little clownfish (Newt thinks this one is named Albert, because the physics department is made up of nerds who do shit like name their random pet fish after their kind) flopping around in the puddle. Newt's serial killer, meanwhile, cries out similarly, his arms windmilling as he loses his footing and slips backwards, his cane—

Oh, fuck.

The intruder is not a serial killer. It's someone possibly worse, actually: Newt's mortal enemy, Hermann Gottlieb.

Newt's not really sure at what point Hermann became his mortal enemy and not just some guy I have class with that I hate, but he can pretty easily say that they've hated each other since the moment Hermann walked through the doors of Engineering 101 and was deigned Newt's lab partner by the Alphabetized By Last Name Seating Chart god. Something about Hermann just gets under Newt's skin. It's not his prissy English accent, or his oversized sweaters, or his absolutely horrendous haircut, and it's not even that he takes every opportunity to savagely rip apart every single thing Newt says in class. Don't get Newt wrong, that's all super fucking annoying, but it's annoying levels he can deal with.

It's the stuff they have in common that makes Newt hate him. It's like Hermann's a slightly broodier and more angular mirror that reflects all of Newt's most egregious faults—his arrogance, his stubbornness, his social awkwardness, his desperation to be taken seriously—right back at him. It sucks.

Plus, one time Newt caught Hermann ripping down the flyer he put up on the quad for Anime Club to advertise his stupid chess club instead, and he's never managed to forgive him for that.

Newt may hate Hermann, but he's not about to let him land on his ass in a puddle of fishy water (especially not on a freezing November night) just because the subsequent bitching would be unbearable, and, yeah, it would be supremely shitty of Newt, so he leaps forward just in time to catch Hermann and his cane before he hits the ground. He's so impressed with himself with his amazing catch that it takes him a few seconds to realize that Hermann is shouting and probably has been shouting since he slipped.

"—bloody maniac! What on earth are you doing in here? How are you in here? Did you just assault me? I'm going to phone campus police, you wretched—"

"Hold that thought," Newt says.

He rights Hermann and snags the mesh net and rescues poor Al before it's too late, dropping him back into the big tank with the rest of his friends. Newt can't be sure, but he thinks Al blows a bubble in thanks at him. Maybe he needs to make friends outside fish.

Hermann is still yelling at him.

"I am going to tell the head of the department you're—you're skulking about in here after hours!" he declares. "You're a menace. Pay attention to what I'm saying to you, Newton!"

Newt sighs and turns around. Hermann's turned an interesting shade of red—sort of like an over-boiled lobster, or if he fell asleep in the sun for too long. Newt wonders if it's from embarrassment (almost falling on his ass) or anger (almost being knocked on his ass). Probably anger. "Look, dude, I'm sorry," Newt says. His face twists like he ate a lemon, and he hopes Hermann doesn't notice. Newt hates apologizing to Hermann. "It's my job to clean the tanks every weekend. You scared the shit out of me and I freaked out—it's just that, like, no one ever comes by this late. Ever." He decides not to mention the serial killer thing. Hermann might make fun of him for being jumpy or paranoid or something.

Hermann's scowl doesn't lessen, but he does nod. Plus, he stops shouting. That's as much as Newt's gonna get of forgiveness. "Hmph," Hermann says. "You clean the tanks?"

"Every weekend," Newt repeats. He realizes he got some fish tank slime on Hermann's button-up when he caught him. Oops. Hopefully Hermann won't notice until Newt's in the safety of his dorm. "Gotta pay for my textbooks somehow." Then he frowns. "Wait, so what are you doing here? I didn't know you had access to the building this late."

Maybe Hermann is the kitchenette-cleaning guy after all. But, to his surprise, Hermann sniffs and casts his eyes to his dorky Oxford shoes. "Er," he says. "It's just—I was having trouble working out a solution to a problem, and thought a walk might do me good. Chilly nights like this one always do. And I quite like this building at night—it's calm, and much quieter than my dormitory." He fidgets. "And—well—only don't say anything to anyone, but I rewrote the permissions of my ID card so I could come and go wherever I please ages ago."

"You rewrote the permissions?" Newt says. "What the hell, wouldn't you have to hack into the security system or something to do that?"

"Well, obviously," Hermann says.

Despite himself, and despite Hermann being his Mortal Enemy, Newt is genuinely impressed. "Dude," he says. "That is so badass." Since when has Hermann been a badass?

Hermann's eyebrows jump, and he blinks at Newt behind his dorky librarian glasses. What twenty-one-year-old wears librarian glasses? With a chain? "You think so?" he says.

"Uh, totally," Newt says. "What problem were you stuck on? The one from Saturday?"

Being lab partners for engineering means Newt and Hermann have to collaborate on pretty much everything, including their midterms. Their midterm is what they've been working on for the past two weeks. On Saturday, though, they met in neutral ground to work on it (a reserved study room in the library), and, after a stupid and massive argument that had the librarians hoisting them out by their shirt collars and threatening to ban them for life, Hermann called Newt an idiot and stomped off into the night. Newt still hasn't gotten around to giving the problem another shot. Whatever, they have another week before the dumb thing is due. Plenty of time. Hermann nods. "Yes," he says. "Er—that one."

Newt glances at the clock ticking away on the wall. Quarter after eleven. Hermann's delayed him a whole fifteen minutes. Technically, he reminds himself, he doesn't actually have to have the tanks scrubbed by Friday night—he has the whole weekend to get it done. Also, he kind of feels like he owes Hermann for attacking him the way he did. Accidentally attacking. "Listen, Hermann," he says, feeling totally insane for what he's about to suggest. But he kind of wants to know more about Hermann The Badass. "What if we went back to my place and worked on it together? I'll buy us pizza, and I have, like, a bunch of energy drinks." The pizza place nearest campus is open until three in the morning, almost definitely because they get all of their business from sleep-deprived undergrads. Plus, they have midnight specials where you get free breadsticks with every pizza. Newt could go for some breadsticks. "It might be...fun," he adds.

Fun? With Hermann? Hermann will think he hit his head or something.

But to his surprise, Hermann doesn't hesitate even a second before saying "Alright, then."

"Oh," Newt says. He honestly thought Hermann would put up more of a struggle. "Cool!"

"But I might need to borrow a jumper," Hermann says. "If you'd be so...courteous, that is. I'm a bit chilly."

For some reason, the thought of Hermann (Newt's mortal enemy, but also a secret badass) curled up in one of Newt's baggy sweatshirts makes Newt feel all weird and warm all over. He swallows a few times, because his throat feels a little weird, too. Too tight. Like he just ate something he's allergic to. "No sweat," Newt says. "Let me just get these fish back in the, um, the tank. And—" He waves his slimy, gloved hands. "Take these off. And clean up that puddle. Gimme—um, gimme like, ten minutes?"

"Of course," Hermann says, and gives Newt a small, terse nod.

From Hermann, it's a smile. Newt almost slips on the puddle he's so blindsided by it. Stupid Hermann, making him feel all weird and clumsy.

[pinene]

u got tips for giving head 🧐

omg I really do, thank you for asking. This is VERY LONG and graphic so i'm putting it under a readmore LOL

(I'm gonna be using 'he' pronouns here bc I . Only fuck men but this probably applies to everyone with dicks lol)

So yeah, every dick is different, but there are some basic universals I've found in my time. These are more intermediate-level tips.. I'm gonna assume you know how to suck without teeth and such.

BALLS! Don't ignore the balls. It is usually unexpected and elevates the whole experience. Hold them gently while you suck, and and lick/suck them (gently!!) every so often!

TONGUE! If you watch porn, ESPECIALLY straight porn, or even like, well-lit gay porn... you might think that sucking dick is just putting your mouth on a dick and going up and down. no! Use your tongue. Lick up the shaft, lick around the head (if he's cut -- more on that later), and flick your tongue back and forth WHILE you are sucking. I'm serious. If you go down on a guy and simply flat-tongue lap up the the head while sucking, he'll lose his shit. every time.

SUCK! This might sound obvious, since it's called sucking dick, but as mentioned earlier.. a lot of people just put the dick in their mouth. You actually have to apply suction. Like youre trying to get the juice out of a nasty fruit popsicle.

These first three tips are probably the most important ones. But here are some bonus ones. Also I had to break it up or tumblr wouldn't let me post it.

VARIETY! Don't just do the same thing the entire time. That gets boring for both of you. Try new things, and pay attention to how he responds. If you're doing something and he is just sitting there, either you have a dud, or it's time to switch it up. And when you do something that makes him squirm or moan, keep that in mind, and circle back to it every so often. You want a healthy balance between melting his brains out and just doing stuff that feels kinda nice.

BREAKS! Another benefit of variety is that you can take breaks! This is beneficial to both of you-- ESPECIALLY if you're deepthroating. Not only is it tiring, but if you are just going full throatzilla on him for a long period of time, he's either gonna just cum, or get desensitized. Sometimes the quietest actions speak the loudest, yknow? Which brings me to:

LESS CAN BE MORE! Dudes will talk a lot of shit about how they like getting deepthroated and sloppy slurped and all that, but like, I have caused way more moaning and sheet-clutching by using the tip of my tongue very gently up the shaft/frenulum than I have by just throating.

FRENULUM! This depends heavily on the dick, since I think some cut guys have it fully removed, and if your dick is like mine, the frenulum should not be out. But for a lot of guys, the frenulum area (back of the head where it is sort of 'cleaved') is VERY sensitive, and you should tongue it, both while the dick is in and out of your mouth.

COMMUNICATION! Ask him how he likes his dick sucked! Don't assume u know everything. I speak with experience here -- I have a lot of foreskin, which is rare in the US, and the frenulum is pretty short, so it doesn't easily roll back. I absolutely HATE when dudes try to pull it back, or lick my head directly (super sensitive), but they almost always do because gay men think they were born Grade-A cocksuckers and have nothing more to learn.

slap that thing on your face. come on now

FORESKIN! If he's got it, don't neglect it! I'm talking if the foreskin still covers the head when hard-- especially if there's an overhang-- that shit is very very sensitive! Slurp it, suck it, press it between your lips and pull on it (the anatomy of foreskin is such that pulling it away from the body can stimulate the glans, which feels amazing. I've cum from just doing this), a lot of guys even enjoy light nibbling.

THROATING? As you may have guessed by now, I think that deepthroating is a little overrated. I personally dont find it that enjoyable to receive-- the back of the throat just literally doesnt have as much going on as a lively tongue. Some dudes really like sticking their dick in hole in general though... I'm not one of 'em. My point is simply -- if you can't/don't like to deepthroat, you can still give great head.

SWALLOWING? Talk about it beforehand! Ask if he likes getting swallowed, if he prefers you to suck it out or if he wants to jerk off into your mouth, ask him if he has big loads. I'd recommend not swallowing the first time you meet with a dude, because cum can taste AWFUL. Taste a little the first time, lick it off him or whatever, and if it's not terrible, swallow the next time if you want! If you think cum is gross, SET THAT BOUNDARY! It is soul-crushing and mortifying for both parties if one guy nuts in the other's mouth and he's like, gagging and wretching bc of it. Spitting is gross too. If you don't want it in your mouth, don't get it in your mouth.

OK that's enough because they are going to add me to the DSM-VI for being a whore. thx for asking!

[honeygingergemini]

Now I'm thirsty for your writing! Can you write one where reader or steve wants to make a sex tape? Thank you😘😘

Hello my dear :) Thank you for being patient with me. I had writers block and just thought everything I was writing sucked so I kept deleting it and starting over. I hope you like it @donutloverxo

p.s. I was today years old when I found out tumblr doesn’t send you a notification when someone answers your ask (I’ve only ever asked on anon bc my main blog is something different so let me know if I am wrong lol) I tagged you just incase <3 IGNORE TYPOS :)

pairing: Steve rogers x fem!reader 

word count: 2.4k 

warnings: camera sex, dirty talk, oral male receiving mentions of face fucking (light), unprotected sex, cream pies and descriptions of it, light spanking, and praise kink for stevie :) 

On Camera

Maybe this wasn’t a good idea. My heart is racing and we haven’t even done anything but set up the camera. We’ve only been dating for five months and four days, so imagine the graveling I had to do to get America’s golden boy to agree to fuck me on camera. I begged Steve for so long and now I'm the shy one. We’re supposed to be making a sex tape yet we are on opposite ends of the bed. 

Steve’s bare back is against the headboard while his long legs are spread out before him. He keeps looking everywhere but the camera. His eyes bounce from the walls to the sofa in the corner of the room but once he looks at me, he looks at the camera and he retreats further into his shell. His hand keeps running over his shorts and now I'm starting to feel bad. 

He agreed to this for me but I know he’s nervous. Maybe he doesn’t want to actually do this? Maybe I don’t want to do this? 

Nothing will happen if I get up and turn the camera off now, nothing will happen except me being deathly embarrassed. I don’t know why I’m so nervous. I know I want this, I thought about it for a long time before and after bringing it up to Steve. It was my bright idea and now I'm sitting here twiddling my thumbs like a dummy. 

You’ve had sex with Steve countless times, this is no different don’t let the camera scare you. Just relax, he’s your boyfriend, the one you’ve slept with numerous times. Just kiss him. 

I take a deep breath looking at Steve whose skin is slightly flushed. I lean over to his side of the bed and reach for him taking in his warmth. His skin is damp with a light coating of sweat. Steve’s eyes shoot over to mine with the unexpected contact. 

“Hi.” I smile at Steve hoping to relax him. As well as myself. 

“Hi.” He looks at me but then quickly looks at the camera. I follow suit doing the same.

We need a distraction from the boxed recording device. I lean over more to capture Steve’s lips in a demure kiss. I kiss him slowly trying to memorize every detail of his mouth. My tongue rolls over his teeth before dipping further into his mouth pulling a deep groan from him, but after his groan he tense and pulls away. 

“You okay?” I ask. 

“Yeah... i’m still not...” comfortable. he didn’t have to say it for me to know what he meant. I lift my body over his straddling him as I trace my fingers over his body knowing the simple act calms him. It works because this time Steve initiates the kiss. It’s more firm than the last but pleasing just the same. Our tongues waltz in a sinful manner pulling soft calls from me. Forced breaths exit my nostrils as I grind my hips slowly into his. His large hands grip my hips and he pulls me down harder. 

“Uh Steve.” I moan out. “More please.” He’s now attacking my neck leaving open mouth kisses across my jugular. His hips push up to meet mine once then twice then it’s a repeated action that leaves me breathless. 

His eyes snap open to meet mine but instead they meet the camera and his arms drop to his side. Deep sighs are released from the both of us 

“I’m sorry princess... I'm just trying to get used to this.” I know he’s turned on right now. I can feel how turned on he is. 

“Do you want to stop?” He looks at me but doesn’t answer. I peck his lips quickly before removing myself from his thighs. My fingers are at the rim of his shorts very close to pulling them down before Steve sits up to stop me. 

“What are you doing?” it comes out mumbled together almost as one complete word. 

“Let me help you relax.'' I push his chest back down softly and continue my plan. I pull his shorts down just enough to free his erection. It bounces back and hits Steve's stomach. I take him into my hands and slowly stroke him. I bend over Steve's thigh  arching my back while bringing my spit slick lips to his tip and leave a wet kiss. Steve shudders whispering profanity under his breath. My tongue joins the fun, slipping out to run around the tip in slow semi circles. I continue my teasing until Steve's hips jut forward and his hand is on the base of my neck. 

“Suck it right.” He grunts voice hoarse “Stop playing with me.” 

“Yes sir.” The last words I say before I take him fully into my mouth. I push down until my nose is met by the coarse curls of his base. One of my hands grip Steve’s thigh while the other is holding on to the side of his abdomen subconsciously giving the camera a perfect view. Steve's grip on my neck is unwavering; he's holding my head down. 

“Fuck... breathe through your nose doll.” He grunts with a rasp I’ve never heard from him before. I take in sloppy breaths trying to calm down. “You gonna let me fuck your face? hmm princess?” 

He doesn’t wait for an answer; he begins pushing his hips up into me slowly speeding up with each thrust until he’s assaulting the back of my throat. The action pulls strangled noises from me. My sounds only serve as encouragement for Steve. I think he’s completely forgotten about the camera. 

Steve juts his hips in a way that knocks the wind out of me. I gag around him getting a deep groan in return. 

“F-fuck princess.” His hand finds your ass with conviction. Steve suddenly becomes fixated on your bottom. His burly hands run from your ass and down your thighs repeatedly. I wiggle my lower half as a silent plea for him to spank you again and he complies. 

“You like it when Captain spanks you?” Slap. “You like the pain?” Slap. “I asked you something, doll.” you were presented with two slaps this time. I nod ferociously around Steve’s cock. The super soldier rubs the area he’s abused before dipping his fingers into your core. 

“Shit princess.” he continues toying around with your pussy. He pulls your head from his dick not wanting to end his fun prematurely. His tongue meets yours in a grimy kiss. “I can’t wait to watch that back.” Steve mumbles around your lips as you simultaneously squeeze the finger within you. 

“Oh? You like that?” Steve adds his middle finger to his index and presses into your warm sex deeply. I cry out enjoying the sweet burn of Steve’s fingers. “You like the thought of me watching this while i’m away?” 

You absolutely loved the thought of Steve watching you pleasure him when he’s away. An image of Steve hunched over dick in hand pumping himself into oblivion leaves you dripping. 

“Take your dress off.” Steve demands his voice carrying power. I begin stripping myself for him when he quickly stops me. “Nuh uh, not for me, for the camera.”

I turn to the camera as a shiver runs down my spine. My slip dress easily falls off my body leaving me with only black lace panties as covering. Not that I want to be covered in this moment. 

“You’re so beautiful.” Steve’s thickset hands wrap around me from behind covering my breast giving them a pleasure filled squeeze. “Such a pretty sight.” Steve brings his body to mold into mine from behind. His left hand trails it’s way down back to my clothed opening. 

“Can i touch you?” I nod yes at Steve's ridiculous question. Why would you ever deny him? Your response must be good enough because he’s pressing down over the fabric just the way you like. It doesn’t take long for his self restraint to be overcome and he’s dipping his fingers under your panties. He dips into your liquid arousal and coats your sex with it.

“You’re dripping princess.” He shudders to himself. He says it every time you two are intimate but you never get tired of hearing it. “So wet.” 

“Always for you.” My words flow out breathlessly “Only for you.” You’re unsure of when steve removed his shorts but he’s aligning himself with your entrance. He’s bare. There’s no protective barrier between the two of you. He’s never done this before. You’ve never done this before. His tip is barely grazing your lips, Steve surprises you. 

“Are you okay with this?” He asks for your permission and of course you accept. How could you turn down your favorite super soldier? So now you’re face down into the mattress dripping at the idea of getting to feel your Steve in a new way. A more personal way. Steve pushes into you slowly, only his tip. An exasperated moan leaves you as your suspicion is confirmed. You feel every detail of Steve's mushroom tip. Your vice like grip cups him into your squelching center holding him there. You absentmindedly hear Steve express his approval of the pleasure your body is providing him. Steve pulls out his tip just as slow as he entered. A suctioning click echos in the room showing just how wet you are. 

“Fuck.” Steve whispers “You feel like a dream doll.” 

He hasn’t fully delved into your sweetness and he’s on cloud nine. Not wanting to waste anymore time Steve dips into your bottoming out quickly and stays there. Labored breaths from both of you fill the room. It feels like Steve sits there forever unwavering. He takes in every detail of your squishy walls as you commit every vein, dip, and curve of Steve’s dick to memory. 

“Stevie baby,” You can barely breathe but you need him to move. “Move… please… for me.” 

Steve takes in one deep breath before he’s pounding into with great intensity. He doesn’t work your way up to his speed. He just slams into you, repeatedly. Hips clashing into your ass causing a jiggle that Steve adores. His hands strike your bottom giving added stimulation you didn’t know you needed. Steve pulls your head off of the bed bringing your body to lay flush against his. He dips his hips just a little bit lower and his tip sweeps the sweet spot located deep in your center only he can reach. You choke out a cry, his name being the only thing on your mind. Your cries encourage him to duplicate the action. 

“It feel good, doll?” You nod so fast you feel the contents of your mind scramble. 

“Say it, tell the camera how much you like it.” Steve turns your head to the recording device in front of you. Something you forgot was even present in the room with you. “Tell the camera” With each word his body collides with yours making sure you feel him as well as his words deep. “ Tell ‘em how much you like Captain stretching this pussy out.” 

“Tell them.” Steve’s stern grunts are accompanied by passionate strikes to your outer thigh. 

“Captain…” You whine, The pleasure is starting to feel overwhelming. “You feel so good, so different.” You want to catch your breath but you always want to please Steve. Captain has a praise kink. 

“I can feel all of you.” You reach behind yourself to cup Steve's head. “It’s so deep.” You sigh when his fingers find your clit. The tingle of your orgasm begins at your toes and travels up your body. You’re so close. 

“You’re the only one that can make me feel this way.” Steve grunts in approval of your expression pressing harder into your clit. He likes control but only because you give it to him so when you praise him, he feels like he’s on fire. 

“I love when you touch me like that.” Another grunt from Steve. I teeter close to saying something important, something so permanent that once I say it, it can't be taken back. Steve’s chest puffs with need. A need for you to express the feeling you both have swirling within your chest growing with each passing day. A small smack is applied to your clit before Steve flips you over so you’re on your back. 

“Tell me what I want to hear.” His voice is as rough as his pace. You don’t respond. It’s only been a couple months. Way Too soon to say it. 

“Don’t wanna say it?” Steve is plowing into making sure no air is left in your lungs. “But I thought I was doing so good?” His thrusts are unabated. 

“Thought I was the only one that could make you feel this way? hmm? Thought only I could make you feel good?” Long drawn out moans escape you. One right after the other each one more melodic than the last. 

“Be my good little baby and say it.” His thumb flicks around your bundle of nerves with sharp short strokes. “Say it princess.” 

“I love you.” You think you say it. You hope you say it. You’re unsure, your words are completely slurred and your mind is only filled with white noise. Your body is levitating as your orgasm washes over you. You’re feeling everything all at once. Steve doesn’t stop. He doesn’t give you a moment to catch your breath. 

“I know you do baby,” Steve chuckles, pleased with his work. “I love you so much more.” Each word is followed by a sweet kiss. Too sweet for what’s taking place. Your understanding of time becomes weary but soon enough Steve meets you at the peak. 

“F-Fuucck doll.” His body tenses as he releases deep inside you. “Fuck.” Once he collects himself he’s off of you. You whine at the loss of heat from the super soldier. You didn’t realize it but Steve has grabbed the camera bringing its focus to your filled cunt. 

“You look so pretty like this doll.” His finger dip into your overstimulated sex. He pushes the proof of his orgasm around before pulling some of it out to spread it across your lower lips. 

You lay still trying, trying to breathe, trying to not pass out, trying to not look as fucked out as you feel. You hear steve mention how this was fun in the background but you don’t have the strength to respond. Soft kisses to your inner thighs, stomach, then lips lull you further into your euphoric state. 

“You okay?” 

“Mmhmm i’m perfect.” You sling a leg over the super soldier.  “So you love me?” Steve’s soft chuckle is the last thing you grasp before falling into much needed slumber. 

[namluve]

paring: namjoon x reader

genre: smut with a hint of plot!

rating: 18+

warnings: unprotected sex (keep it safe), hard dom!namjoon, sub!reader, rough sex, rope bondage, orgasm control, orgasm denial, over stimulation, oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), use of toys, use of harness, ice play, degradation, use of whore, praise, pussy slapping, ass play, slight size kink, mentions of alcohol, mentions of masturbation, use of colour system, squirting, cum play, OC crying bc she is so over stimulated, a little aftercare  

word count: 7.0k

summary: namjoon found out you had faked an orgasm. to say he wasn’t pleased would be an understatement. 

note: thank you hannah @spicykoreantatertots​ for betareading it, couldn’t have done it without you and also thank you heath @shadowsremedy​ for your love and support. it really meant a lot! also, everyone at HQ who knows what bed leg means, thank you so much asdjhgj. it’s been sitting for a while but here is the best smut piece i’ve written so far (if you ask me). enjoy! 

Prior to your night out, Namjoon accidently found out you faked an orgasm a week ago. He was on your phone, scrolling through the photos the two of you had taken together when your friend texted you at the worst time possible. 

Amanda [02:12 PM]

- Did you talk to him about it? 

- Does he know you faked it?? 

And that is the story of how Namjoon found out. He had been angry, of course, but mostly hurt that you would not tell him about it. 

The last couple of days, up until the evening out with your friends, Namjoon had been more distant with you. It hurt, you wanted to have him close to you after all. So, you decided to explain to him this morning why you had faked it, and also why you did not tell him about it. 

Honestly, it was embarrassing to you. You had been so close to the edge the entire night, your orgasm just around the corner, but something was off. Your mind was not in the right headspace at the time. You could not quite focus on the sex, ending up with faking your orgasm, rather than just telling Namjoon the truth. 

He wished you would have just told him. So did you. But in the moment, you made a split-second decision. Even though Namjoon understood that, he still wished you would have just told him. 

On your night out with your friends he was his normal self, although, a little bit more touchy than usual in public. The two of you had not had sex for a week, so you did not think much of it. But it was all a part of his plan to remind you to never do something like that again. 

You were surprised that Namjoon ordered you to go to the bedroom once the two of you came home, and wait for him there, naked. As you started walking towards the bedroom, he disappeared into the kitchen. 

Namjoon came into your bedroom about five minutes later, you were sitting at the edge of the bed, naked. Hands on your knees and eyes low. Not speaking unless you were told to. Just how Namjoon had trained you. He smirked, loving how you did exactly as he told you to. Just like any other night. Except this time Namjoon had some other plans. 

Firstly, he went over to your wardrobe and pulled out the rope the two of you had bought a couple of months prior. Choosing the rope over the silk told you he was tying you up for punishment, not reward. 

“Lay down, legs spread.” You obeyed his command at once, turning around to crawl up the bed when you heard his voice again, “No no, stay at the edge.” 

Laying down at the edge, feet on the floor, you really wondered what Namjoon had in store. No matter how many times the two of you got intimate, you always wanted to cover yourself up while Namjoon was still preparing. While you were nervously waiting for what was about to come. Your hands started moving up but Namjoon caught it as he was untying the rope. He hated when you covered yourself up. Always wanting to have you on display for him and him only. 

“Are you really trying to make it worse for you princess?” You put your hands down beside your body immediately, but Namjoon just shook his head. The damage was already done. 

“Guess I really do have no other option than to tie you up. Here I was going to give you a chance to be a good girl.” Namjoon had no plans of that whatsoever, however, he loved to play games with you. Letting you think this night could have gone differently, that you had any other options at all under his mercy. 

“Hands up,” he spoke, and you did as you were told. Excitement filled your body, sending tingles down your spine and to your core. Taking hold of your hands, he spun the rope around your wrists, just like he had done many times before. Then he tied it and made sure you would not be able to get out of it. He had chosen the longer one of the three ropes the two of you owned, the one that was supposed to be used for full body bondage, originally in order to span the length of the bed. 

“Scoot up,” he told you and as always, you listened. You loved being his good girl after all, craving his praise even when punished. Scooting up with your hands above your head proved to be more difficult than you thought and Namjoon chuckled at your struggle. Barely making any progress on the matter he spoke again, “that’s enough princess.” He just wanted to see you struggle, see you be in need of his help. 

You felt a tug at your wrist as Namjoon secured the rope around the bed frame, your hands now tied together at your wrist, resting above your head and lastly, tied to the bed frame above you. Satisfied with his work, Namjoon took the second rope that he had placed on the bed in his hands. 

“Legs spread.” You did not need to be told twice, breathing heavily as you could not wait until Namjoon would start to play with you. You spread your legs. Pussy now full on display for Namjoon but all you could hear was a disappointed ‘tsk’. 

“How am I supposed to tie your feet to the bed posts if you can’t even spread them wide enough for the rope to reach?” At Namjoon’s words you tried spreading your legs even further apart, which you could. Not by much, but at least some. Looking at Namjoon’s face you could see he was still not completely satisfied, although he did not say anything. Namjoon squatted down in order to reach your legs, tying them one by one to the bed posts. 

With hands above your head, legs spread, feet tied to the end of the bed, you were in Namjoon’s hands. In this vulnerable position, you felt incredibly exposed but also very turned on by the fact that you were at his mercy. With a smirk, he took off his pants and shirt, getting more comfortable for what he was planning to do with you. You could see his semi hard cock as your eyes landed on his groin area, mouth-watering at the thought of how Namjoon would punish you with it. Namjoon on the other hand, had no plans on giving you his dick tonight, at least not any time soon.   

He got on top of you, looking into your eyes as he asked, “colour, words.” 

“Green,” you answered him. Knowing that ‘words’ meant you were allowed to speak. 

“Good girl.” Namjoon did not say anything after he praised you, which meant he allowed you to be vocal tonight. No holding in moans or pleas. Today, you were free. 

You got excited. Usually, you were not allowed to make sounds so early on when the two of you played and you were happy that you did not have to hold anything in. Namjoon saw the happiness in your eyes and he almost turned soft. Cute, she really thinks this is some sort of reward, he thought. Namjoon, after all, knew that the only reason he allowed you to be vocal tonight was because he wanted to hear you beg. Plead for mercy. 

And so, with that Namjoon started with the punishment he had planned for you. His fingers trailing up and down your thigh, going a little bit higher each time he brought them upwards, soon almost at your core. 

“Fuck… you look so pretty tied up like this,” at Namjoon’s praise you clenched your hole around nothing, his words affecting you and making you crave him. He smirked, looking at your pussy as you tried to raise your hips, with little success, barely moving upwards due to how tightly you were tied down to the bed. Namjoon got up from the bed, now standing in front of you, leaving you exposed and tied to the bed without his warm presence. 

“Aww… What is it princess? Are you feeling neglected?” Namjoon teased and you let out a whine as you pouted. 

“Yes… please sir, do something,” you plead as Namjoon got down on his knees, a mischievous smirk on his face. 

“Oh I will princess. Don’t worry about that. You will plead for my mercy before I’m done with you.” Inhaling a sharp breath at Namjoon’s promise you felt yourself start to drip down on the bed sheets as Namjoon watched your pussy, two hands on each of your thighs making their way up to your core. 

“Such a messy pussy,” Namjoon commented and you felt your cheeks turn red, clenching once again around nothing, desperately wanting to have something filling you up. Namjoon noticed this and he let out a low chuckle. 

“Such a messy whore, can’t wait to get her pussy filled up, can she?” Trying to get any friction at all to your core, you try to close your legs. Without any success of course as Namjoon had both of your ankles tied tightly against the end of the bed. 

“You’ll get what you deserve, don’t make this harder for yourself. You won’t get out of here for a while.” With that said Namjoon began to finally touch your core, slipping two fingers easily inside of your pussy to gather wetness as he made his way up to your clit, circling it at a slow pace at first. 

Soon he picked up the speed, making you whine and moan uncontrollably as your orgasm approached. As you felt the high build up, you started to beg for Namjoon to let you cum. 

“Please sir... let me cu-cum… I-I’m so c-close.” 

“No,” and with that he removed his fingers from your core, taking your orgasm away from you. Whining, you let a single tear out of frustration leave your eyes. Turning your head to the side, panting as you tried to calm down. 

“Let’s see how many ruined orgasms you can take before you beg me to stop.” 

Half an hour later and Namjoon was still not done with you. You tried closing your legs several times, but he had you all tied up, hands tied together to the bed frame, legs open wide tied to the foot of the bed. Eyes closed, tears at the corners of your eyes from all the denied orgasms. 

"I'm sorry," you cried out for probably the hundredth time this night but Namjoon just slightly shook his head, getting up from laying in between your legs to lay on top of you. 

"You're not," he said, grabbing your jaw with his hand, your eyes now wide open and staring into Namjoon’s as he continued, "but you will be." 

And so, he continued his punishment, trusting you to use the safe word whenever you needed to. His latest idea was bringing the ice cubes he prepared earlier from the kitchen. The break you got while Namjoon was getting them was well needed. Feeling as if your body was on fire. 

When Namjoon came back, he placed the bowl of ice beside you on your nightstand. Then he started by slowly dragging an ice cube over your swollen nipples as you arched your back and cried out, so sensitive to his touch. Closing your eyes because of the overwhelming feeling, you whined out a plea, almost pleading for him to stop.

"You even told Amanda about it… but not me," Namjoon was continuing to run the ice cube down your body, holding in between his fingers as he laid down beside you. In your defence, you really did tell your best friend everything. 

"Do you know how that feels? To find out your girlfriend's been faking orgasms and talking to her friends about it instead of her boyfriend?" You wanted to correct him. Using all your strength to form a sentence in between your whimpers and moans. 

"It was... only... one..." Namjoon stopped you before you could even finish your sentence, his hand giving you a light slap on your pussy. The stinging making you jump up and squeal, the ropes tied to your hands and feet not leaving much room for your body to move.

"I don't think you understand the situation you're in," he began, his touch leaving your body completely as he stood up from the bed. Looking down at you, Namjoon crossed his arms and 'tskd' at you before putting the ice cube in his mouth. Letting it melt in his mouth a bit before pulling it out. Turning your head, you could finally see him through your blurry, tearstained eyes. A devilish smile on his face.  

"You misbehaved, badly, and I need to make sure you learn your lesson so that this will never happen again," Namjoon said with a low voice. Your legs were shaking, and you tried closing them, as you had thousands of times tonight but just as all the other times, you were unable to. Not even an inch. Slumping your body down to the mattress, exhausted, feeling as if you had no more energy left, Namjoon could sense that you were almost at your breaking point. He decided to put the ice cube down in the bowl among the others. Sweat starting to drip from your forehead as you breathed heavily.

“Colour,” he demanded, and you answered, “Green,” in the hopes that he would make you cum. Hoping your punishment would finally be over and you would finally get to cum.

Instead, he opened the drawer next to your bed, as he had probably done about seven times already tonight or more, pulling out yet another toy. This time, one of your favourite ones. The wireless bullet vibrator that could be controlled through an app on Namjoon's phone. His one last punishment for the night. 

Normally, you would be excited to see it, knowing what mood Namjoon usually is in when he brings it out. Tonight, you just hoped he would have a tiny bit of mercy on you. As Namjoon went over to the wardrobe to pick out one of your harnesses, you knew that was not what he had in mind as he had chosen specifically the one that is really good at keeping the small vibrator on your clit. 

"This is just the beginning baby girl, if you only knew the ways I have imagined to punish you... Ever since you walked around the house with that ridiculously short skirt the day after I found out you had faked it. You had no idea how mad I was," he told you as he put the harness on you that went over your hips and around your legs, "but you will know because you won't even get out of bed when I'm done with you. I can promise you that." 

You believed him, you already felt like you would not get out of bed tomorrow. Thank God it was Saturday and you did not actually have to get up and do anything. Your legs were already incredibly sore, countless times had your body tried to close them when Namjoon brought you over, over and over again to the edge. Never letting you fall over it. 

Namjoon picked up your phone, unlocking it and opening up the app for the wireless vibrator. The thing with this model was that if you connected the vibrator to the one that it would be used on as well, it had a button for you to use, in case you needed everything to stop. Pressing the button meant turning off the vibrator, immediately. A way for you to use the safe word essentially, if Namjoon was not in the room. 

As he placed your phone in your hand, you quickly realized Namjoon would continue out his punishment. Just probably from somewhere else. He had done this once before, when you were out at a party and he had to stay at home to finish some work. In the beginning of the night you did not feel anything, so after a few drinks you completely forgot about it. It was not until Namjoon was done with his work and bored that he turned it on. Safe to say, you were home within half an hour, begging Namjoon to properly fuck you. 

“Press it whenever you feel like you need to, okay princess?” You nodded at his words. Normally, Namjoon always wanted a verbal response from you but he knew how sore your throat must be by now. Placing a kiss on your forehead, Namjoon whispered. 

“You are taking your punishment so well,” another kiss, now placed on your cheek, “such a good girl… but I’m not done with you yet.” 

Meeting his eyes, you saw how his face had softened. A whole new aura presents around him. He was back to his usual soft dom self, you thought. 

“I’m gonna leave you here princess and turn on the vibrator occasionally while I get some work done. Okay?” You weakly smiled at him as you nodded. 

“Yes sir… I’ll be good,” you whispered. Voice sore from all the crying and moaning. Namjoon softly kissed your lips for a brief moment before pulling away, resting his forehead against yours. 

“You always are… My good girl…” He cooed before pulling away, looking at you with so much fondness that your heart skipped a beat. Knowing you are his, and he is yours. 

His warm presence soon left you and Namjoon got out of the room. Leaving you with the vibrator on your clit, tightly pressed by the harness, tied up to the bed with no way to leave. Unless, of course, you reached your limit and pressed the button on the phone that would end it all. 

For the first fifteen minutes, nothing happened. You could hear Namjoon was in the shower, probably jacking off from being so painfully hard the entire time he had played with you. That was how your mind started to wander, imagining your boyfriend in the shower, his brows furrowed together, his cock in his right hand stroking it slowly. Circling his fingers around the tip, dragging his precum around. 

You needed to cum, you needed to cum now. Wiggling around as much as you could, you wished for Namjoon to turn on the toy. At this point you did not care if you came without his permission. You desperately needed to. 

So, when Namjoon got out of the shower, you felt the vibrations of the toy for the first time. Painfully low vibrations that stayed on your clit for about ten seconds, not nearly enough what you needed in order to cum. 

It went on like that for over ten minutes. Namjoon would start the toy for a few seconds, turning it off for a minute or two before turning it on again before he stopped, and you heard his footsteps outside of the bedroom. 

As he opened the bedroom door you turned your head towards him, squinting as your eyelids felt heavy against your eyes. Your body exhausted from the countless times you had been brought up to an orgasm, only to have it ripped away from you. Namjoon carried a tray with a glass, lotion and a bowl as he walked into the room, placing it on the nightstand beside you. As he took the phone from your hand and placed it on the tray you closed your eyes, your body relaxing. The punishment was over. Of that you were sure. 

“You did so good princess,” Namjoon cooed as he began to untie the rope around your wrists, “such a good girl taking her punishment so well.”

Once he was done untying your wrists and gently pressing kisses all over them, he moved on to your ankles, untying the ropes that held your legs open and took off the harness that was around your hips. Placing the harness and the toy on the floor beside the nightstand. You winced at how sore your legs felt as you started to move them and Namjoon shot you an apologizing smile.

“You did so well baby girl, you can rest now.”

“No,” you firmly said, shocking Namjoon.

“No?” He questioned and you continued.

“I need to cum sir. I need to cum so bad. Can I please cum? Please sir, I promise I won’t lie to you ever again. I promise I’ll be good,” pleading as Namjoon watched you slowly sat up, being at eye level with him as you made your last plea, “please let me cum on your dick.”

Namjoon’s cock twitched in his pants and he felt himself growing harder by the second as he listened to your pleas. Still, he was afraid you would not be able to handle it, considering this had been the hardest punishment you had received yet by him.

You on the other hand, knew what you wanted. You wanted to cum, and you wanted to cum now.

“Are you sure baby girl? You don’t have to do anything to please me. I’m already pleased that you took your punishment so well.”

“Yes sir, I’m sure. Fuck… just let me cum. I need to cum,” you emphasized. Hoping Namjoon would just get to it before you took the matter into your own hands, literally.

Namjoon furrowed his eyebrows together, watching you as he reached out his hand so caress your cheek and you leaned into his touch. Craving the intimacy he had not been giving you all week. Looking into your eyes, searching for any doubt on your part, Namjoon studied you for a second before making his decision. In your mind, you were afraid of yet another punishment before you could get what you want, afraid that the slip up of the word ‘fuck’ would get you in trouble. Namjoon was never a fan of swear words leaving your mouth when the two of you were in your roles.

“Okay princess… But know that the next time you swear I won’t let you off the hook so easily,” he promised, and a smile lit up on your face, “now how do you want me? Tell me exactly baby or you will get nothing.”

You thought about it for a second. You wanted him close. As close as you could have him.

“I… I want you on the side,” you whispered out, your shy submissive nature coming back. Namjoon continued to caress your cheek, looking deep into your eyes.

“Yeah? What else baby? Tell me more,” he encouraged, and you closed your eyes for a bit.

“Behind me… Want you to hold me,” you whined out and he chuckled, eyes still set on yours.

“Does my princess want to be held? Want me to make love to her?”

“Please sir… Please make love to me…” With the soft-spoken words that left your mouth, Namjoon could never say no to you.

“Okay princess,” and with that, Namjoon’s hand left your face to take his shirt off. When his white t-shirt hit the floor, you could not help but to marvel at the beauty that was right in front of you. His defined shoulders, breath-taking chest and stomach that made you want to worship it all. Hesitantly, you brought up your hand, eyes going up to look into Namjoon’s again. Finding them instantly as he was already watching you.

“May I… Can I touch you sir?”

“You may do whatever you want princess, this is all about you,” his words were soft, filled with care, lust and love. As you began to trail one hand down his chest towards his v-line, he grunted, brushing away the hair that was covering your neck and started to place gentle kisses.

“I’m all yours,” he whispered, and you moaned when he kissed you just below your ear, working his way up to your lips.

“Show me… please sir… show me,” you begged as you moaned and Namjoon knew exactly what you wanted.

Meeting you in a gentle kiss, Namjoon took the opportunity to worship your body with his hands. One of his hands rolling a nipple between his fingers, making you gasp at the sudden pleasure. The other resting at your hip, drawing small circles on the skin. Pulling away from the kiss, he let go of your nipple, a whine at the lack of lost escaping your lips as he caressed your cheek.

“Lay down on your side for me princess.” Obeying his orders, you laid down on the bed as you heard Namjoon taking his pants off behind you. The zipper on his jeans going down, the rough material making noise as he dragged it down his legs until it was thrown somewhere on the bedroom floor with a thud.

Laying down behind you, you felt Namjoon’s hard cock pressed against your ass as he took his arm around you, pulling you in closer to him. Your body was sweaty, and you almost felt bad for Namjoon who had just gotten out of the shower. Keyword, almost. Now that he was here, behind you with his arm wrapped around you, body pressed against yours, you could not help but to think that he will manage.

Pressing a kiss against your back as he wrapped one hand around his cock to guide it to your entrance, you inhaled a sharp breath as you felt the head nudging your entrance.

“Shh princess, need you to relax. Don’t want to hurt you okay?” Namjoon whispered in your ear and you took a deep breath. Letting your tense shoulders fall down and finally relax for the first time this evening.

Namjoon kept pressing kisses against your back, moving closer to your neck where he nibbled on your ear before whispering the words you wanted to hear for so long.

“You ready for me princess?”

“Yes sir,” you moaned as you tried to relax as much as possible. Knowing what a stretch it was every time Namjoon entered you. Knowing today, after all the edging, you would most certain be tighter than usual. All you could hope for was that the wetness dripping down your thighs would help him as he entered you.

Still holding his cock in his hand, Namjoon began to slowly push inside of you. Letting go of his dick once the head was fully in, he wrapped his arms around you. His face was nuzzled into your shoulder, letting out a small groan as he was more than halfway in. The wetness making it easy for Namjoon to stretch you out with his big cock, the slight burn you thought you would feel nowhere in sight. Only feeling pleasure as he entered you.

As soon as he bottomed out, you whimpered, arching your back as you tried to push him further inside of you. As you arched your back you created space between you and Namjoon and he was having none of it. He hugged you tighter, wanting you to be closer to him and not further away as he cooed into your ear, “such a good girl, taking sir’s cock so well.”

Kissing your neck as one of his hands went to play with your breasts, you sighed in relief. Finally, you would get what you had been craving all night. Namjoon’s touch and being able to embrace it, being able to cum from it. This was heaven and you let all the pleasure you were feeling cloud your mind, not thinking about anything else besides what you felt in the moment.

“Let me know when I can move.”

“Mhhm, you can move, please…” Even in your fucked-out state you did not forget to ask Namjoon nicely. Just like the good girl you are, he thought.

“Okay princess, let me know if it gets too much yeah?” You mumbled a ‘yeah’ back to Namjoon right before he started to slowly fuck your tight hole, having to take a hold of your hip from stopping you rocking back into him, wanting him to go faster, chasing your own orgasm the second he entered you. His hand still playing with your boobs, rolling your left nipple between his fingers. 

“So… fucking… tight…” Namjoon mumbled to himself but you heard it, his head still resting on your shoulder. Letting out a small moan at his words, Namjoon smirked, knowing you had heard what he said.

“My princess likes it when I call her pussy tight huh? Because it is. It is so fucking tight. I can barely even fit in you princess,” he whispered in your ear, earning a soft moan from you as he continued, “This is all I was thinking about while I was in the shower. Me, fucking your tight pussy. Hearing your sweet moans, seeing your fucked-out face. I came to the thought of your pretty face looking like this while I pounded your pussy.” His words were just turning you on even more, that is, if that were even possible right now.

Your suspicion had been right. He had been jerking off earlier while in the shower. Knowing you made cum, made him so turned on that he could not wait any longer and took matters into his own hands, literally, made you proud and happy. Happy that you had the same effect on him, as he had on you.

As Namjoon kept slowly fucking into you, going a little faster than before now, you could not help but picture him in the shower. Water dripping down his naked toned body, brows furrowed together as his hand pumped his cock vigorously. Clenching your pussy at the thought of it, you heard Namjoon let out a low moan behind you as you squeezed tight around his cock.

His grip on your hip tightened as he pounded harder into you, not faster, but harder. Wanting you to squeeze around his cock for as long as possible. The moans that came out of your mouth were sinister and Namjoon was proud of the fact that he was the one causing them.   

“I bet you would let me do anything right now as long as you got to cum. Am I right princess?” Namjoon felt the urge to make you even more fucked out. Wanting to hear you plead once again, just as you had done when he gave you your punishment. You had looked so sweet, so fucked-out from all the pleasure you were receiving. Tears had been leaving your eyes from all the stimulation you had been receiving and that is where Namjoon wanted to have you again. Crying out from all the pleasure you were receiving, not being able to escape it as you laid on your side flushed against him.

Moaning out a ‘yes’ you felt as Namjoon slipped out of you and you cried out in frustration.

“I know baby, I know,” he cooed as he let go of your breast, sneaking down his hand between your bodies, fingers playing around in your wetness. Namjoon had something else in mind, wanting to try out his theory and make you plead. Still wanting you to regret ever faking that orgasm with him, making you cum so hard you would not even dare to think that thought ever again.

His fingers moving upwards from your pussy, grazing by your asshole where he began to circle one finger around the tight rim muscle. You shuddered, letting out a small whimper.

“Oh,” you sighed, as Namjoon smiled into your neck.

“Yeah? Would you let me play with your ass while I fuck you princess? Fill both of your holes?” The thought excited you and you could not help but to nod, the thought of having both of your holes filled making you back your ass slightly into Namjoon’s hand.

His fingers left your ass as they went back to his cock, holding it as he entered you again before going back to your ass, still slick with the wetness he had gathered. His pointer finger circling around the rim of your ass before he slowly pushed it in while he thrusted into your pussy with his cock slowly, earning a moan from you. The feeling overwhelming. The slight burn completely masked by all the pleasure you were feeling. He stayed still once his finger was two knuckles deep, wanting to give you time to adjust.

“Colour?” He asked, wanting to be completely sure that you still wanted this even though the two of you had done ass play before.

“Green sir,” you choked out. It felt like your whole body was on fire from all the stimulation you were receiving. It felt like heaven and hell at the same time.

With your consent, Namjoon started to slowly trust both his finger and cock slowly into you earning a long moan from you. His cock brushing against your g-spot with his long slow strokes and it did not take long until you were at the edge again. You needed something more though, you needed your clit to be stimulated.

“M-more… please…” Not finding any better words to use, you tried to beg Namjoon to touch your clit. Namjoon however, took it another way.

“Need more yeah?” He asked as you nodded, thinking his other hand would go to your clit. It did not. The arm he had been using as support to lay properly on the side next to you went under your neck, under the arm you had laying on the bed and stopped at your right boob, grabbing it harshly. You arched your back, trying to escape all the pleasure you were feeling.

“Is that enough princess?” He asked and you shook your head without even thinking.

“Greedy princess… Your wish is my command,” and with that, Namjoon added another finger in your ass, “is that what you wanted?”

You moaned as he slightly picked up the speed, his cock stimulating your g-spot, his two fingers stretching your ass, making you feel so full as his other hand played with your now swollen nipple. It was too much, way too much than what you thought you could handle. Yet, here you were, receiving pleasure you had never even dreamed of before.

This was all that took to push you over the edge, making you cum for the first time without stimulating your clit at the same time. Body shaking, tears falling down your face as your broken moans escaped your mouth, so loud your neighbours are most definitely hearing them. Your pussy squeezing around Namjoon’s cock deliciously, making him moan.

“Fuck princess… I can’t hold it…” Namjoon slipped his fingers out of your ass and you winced before choking on your spit. His hand had quickly found your hip and he was now fucking you at a relentless pace through your orgasm.

You started seeing stars, cumming so hard it felt as if you were peeing. Namjoon was chasing his own orgasm as he fucked you through yours, dragging it out so long it almost became painful before he came, grunting in your ear, holding your boob tightly in his hand. His load filling you up deliciously as your thighs started to feel unreasonably wet once you came down from your high.  

“Wow…” Was all you could say as Namjoon started to plant kisses on your shoulder. Gentle kisses filled with love as he slipped out of you. Closing your eyes, you tried to control your breath and calm down from all the intense pleasure you had been feeling. Come down from the height of one of the most intense orgasms you had ever felt.

As Namjoon sat up, letting you turn to lay on your back to rest he noticed the wet patch on the bed by your legs.

“Holy shit.” Upon his words, you opened your eyes to look worrying at him. He turned his head to meet your gaze, immediately seeing the worry in your eyes.

“Baby… did you just squirt?” Looking down, you saw the wet patch on the bed, your thighs feeling wetter than usual. You had just squirted for the first time with your boyfriend. As the realisation hit you, you turned to look at Namjoon, searching for his reaction. You were a little embarrassed as this had never happened before, at least not with Namjoon. You did not know how he would react.

Going down, Namjoon pushed your legs apart so he could make himself comfortable between them. He was in awe. Your glistering wet pussy with his cum dripping out of you on display for him. Only for him. You, on the other hand, was still confused, unsure what to say or do.

“Wha…”

“So fucking hot.” Namjoon cut you mid sentence, answering your questions all in one. At his words, you clenched your pussy, the sight of him in between your legs heavenly. As you clenched, a gush of his cum spilled out from you and Namjoon swore at the sight of it, bringing his hand up to your core.

With his index and pointer finger he gathered his cum, only to push it back into your pussy. Fingering you slowly to push it further in. A moan escaping your lips from the overstimulation as you closed your eyes, not being able to do anything else except trying to focus on breathing.

“My princess really came without any stimulation to her clit while I played with her ass and tits? Fucking hottest thing I’ve ever seen and on top of that, she also squirted. Baby, I might have to edge you more often now if this is what happens.” You mewl at his words, feeling way too sore, you try to squirm away from him. Namjoon understood right away and removed his fingers from your core, crawling upwards to lay on top of you.

“Is it too much for my little princess?” He asked and you nodded.

“Yeah Joon… I think I’ve had it for days now,” you joked, and he smiled at you, placing a soft kiss on your lips.

“Think I’m gonna be able to keep my hands off you for days after you pulled this stunt?” He questioned, raising his eyebrows as you pouted.

“You had no problem keeping your hands to yourself for a week, think you can handle a few days.” You teased and he scoffed.

“Yeah but only because I was mad at you,” he told you truthfully and you put your arms around his neck, gently playing with the back of his hair.

“And now?”

“Now? Now I can’t get enough of you, gonna make you squirt every day,” he said with a smirk as he got off of you. Getting out of the bed, Namjoon quickly found his boxers and started getting dressed.

“Hey! No, you can’t do that! I won’t allow it!” You shouted as you sat up on the bed, watching as Namjoon made his way over to the bathroom. Upon your words, he stopped dead in his tracks, turning around to face you.

“Won’t allow it? Baby you’ll beg me to give it to you. We both know it,” he said with a smirk on his, capturing his lip between his teeth as he thought of the sight to actually get to see you squirt. You exhaled a sharp breath and Namjoon knew he was right when he meets your eyes. Desire burning in them at the thought of you underneath him, begging him to let you cum, to let you squirt.

“Now wait like a good girl while I get some towels to clean you up. You wouldn’t want to disappoint sir again would you?” Shaking your head, you waited patiently as Namjoon went into the bathroom to bring you two towels.

He came back with a one dry and one damp that he began cleaning your thighs and pussy with. You hissed as the cloth went over your clit. Namjoon let out a sigh, planting a kiss on your thigh.

“I’m sorry for punishing you so hard, I shouldn’t have pushed you so hard.” He sighed, feeling a little bad for edging you for so long.

“I’m okay Joon, I would have told you if it was too much.”

“You didn’t tell me when you faked it.” The silence that filled the room had you biting down on your lip to stop the single tear that wanted to escape your eye. You regretted not telling him so much. If he only knew.

“I know… I’m so sorry, I won’t ever lie to you again. I promise Joon.” You told him truthfully and he looked up at you.

“It’s alright baby, I know you won’t.” He said and you believed him, just as much as he believed you would keep your promise to him. Smiling, Namjoon got up to wrap the dry towel around your body. Holding his hand out for you to take.

“Come on, let’s run you a bath while I change the bedsheets baby.” Smiling, you took his hand in yours, letting him lead you to the bathroom with your legs still slightly shaking.

After filling the bathtub, Namjoon helped you into the tub and you looked up at him with warmth in your eyes.

“Will you join me Joon?” You asked, hoping he would say yes. Loving how he would always cuddle you in the bath, massage your scalp and kiss your neck. He did not always have the time, sometimes he had work to do and you understood that, but you could not help but to be a little selfish today. Hoping he would join you and work overtime tomorrow.

“Of course, I’ll be right back once I’ve changed the sheets.” Namjoon said as he kissed your forehead before leaving the bathroom. Smiling for yourself, you could not believe how lucky you were to have him in your life. Never ever, would you lie to him again, ever. 

[kazuwhora]

hiiiii this is my first time requesting a match up ever since i went in to the world of tokyo revengers and so for that matter; can u write me a matchup with any tokyo revengers characters esp the bonten executives since ehemm most of them are of legal age???? 💗💗

hi my name is kaye and i'm a she. my personality type is INFJ, gemini, i am more of a depth person with huge bags under eyes, 23 and currently a tired college student who seeks refuge from fanfics and books and animes and kdramas.

i'm a bit morena, same skin color as that of moana and raya with brown eyes and short hair. my hobbies are probably over sleeping and reading books under a dim light and dancing to carpenters songs on sunday morning. im an education major (i suck at this course of mine)

the type of partner that i like is uhmmm, how do i say this one, a little bit chaotic but warm, clingy and street smart or book smart (either is fine though) idc if he's a working student and or rich bc the only thing i want is reaasurance from them if we ever get in to relationship. and i hate it if they become too nosy that it becomes unnecesary already. im okay with living together with them but i hate it if they don't trim their toenails. im a huge admirer of clean toenails since i happen to have clean toenails as well and its going to be a huge turn off for me if he has an untidy nails. and about the clingy, i like the clingy kind that is a little bit into squeezing my butt or laying on my valleys as we cuddle for a sunday movie marathon loves to kiss and a little bit pervy

pls do the matchup in nsfw. i'm of legal age, 23 already a species from 98 liners haha and for the type of nsfw, can you write it in a fluff, soft yet kinky way?? bc i've never been in a proper relationship before and my first 1st bf that i had at the age of 20 was a total bullshit so im kind of craving this type of relationship 😭😭

if your request is still open, i hope u consider my request!!! thanks a bunch lovely earthlingggggg 🦋

hi hi thank you for requesting! in my announcement I mentioned I'm only doing sfw for this time around because I have so many requests to get to so I hope thats ok with you and I hope you understand 💜

im going to match you up with Koko!

im gonna be honest theres not a lot of people in bonten that I feel really match what you need from a partner other than koko LOL. like really, koko is DEF a clean man. like this man probably has a 12 step skincare routine that he does every night and I can definitely seeing him sitting in the middle of a meeting filing his damn fingernails like boy pay attention would you?

the thing about koko that I think is valuable in your relationship is his loyalty and attachment to you. it's not that he's clingy, because he finds himself too scared to show any signs of clinginess (given his past) but he definitely has an unspoken connection to you that keeps him close and his mind on you at all times. everything he does has you in consideration, every move or decision he makes, you're the first thing he thinks about. you and your safety.

I wouldn't say that koko is street smart, though he knows how to get out of danger and protect himself, I would say he's easily more book smart than anything in terms of intelligence. this makes for intellectually stimulating conversations, ones that seem easy and natural to the both of you.

[leo-culture-technology]

I don't really have anything specific in mind, I'm actually kinda lost as to what to look for jkjsksjk I know I identify with some traits, like sensory issues and difficulty communicating (I do have a diagnosis of social phobia, though I've been thinking maybe autism would better explain other aspects of my life beyond social interaction). I've been reading some articles regarding late discovering of autism and mostly looking for experiences, so I can compare to my own. I feel like I should be looking for something else but I don't really know what? lmao I don't think that was really helpful, anything you can share would be good to me

This is a really long post so I'm going to put it under a read more to not clog up other people's feeds but I think the main areas to cover are:

- verbal communication issues

was your vocabulary/reading ever under/over developed as a child? Having a really advanced vocabulary is just as much a sign of autism as having delayed development in this area. Also, having a very hard to pin down accent, or taking on others' accents Really easily is common amongst autistic people. Do you ever have trouble speaking? I experience selective mutism and when I'm overwhelmed/stressed/upset I often find it hard to speak out loud and have to communicate through messages/notes, though when I'm not mute I'm very eloquent and have always had a vocabulary that was advanced, other kids found it hard to talk to me when I was younger bc they couldn't understand me, but equally comprehension/vocabulary can be delayed/compromised and you might find it hard to understand others because you struggle with that sort of thing yourself. Do you have issues with your tone of voice ever? I find that I can't read my own tone of voice or my volume, some things will come out really bitchy-sounding or angry-sounding and I won't be able to tell, or I might be shouting and not know it because it all sounds the same in my head really.

- sensory issues

do you have issues with certain types of sound? volume? quantity? volume doesn't bother me, but too many different sources of noise will send me into a meltdown so fast. Do you struggle with certain smells, bright lights, tastes, textures of food or of clothing, certain sensations, for example I get really stressed out by having wet skin/hair, and I can't stand the sound/feeling of something rubbing over carpet. I also find some tastes to be overwhelming. Under-sensitivity or processing issues can also be a symptom. Do you ever struggle to process reading/listening to something? I have absolutely awful retention for auditory information, I can't hold more than around 4-5 words in my mind at any one time, and I can't follow auditory instructions at all if there's more than one step, it needs to be written down. I also often struggle to read things because I don't process the words and they just look like meaningless letters on a page to me. I also really struggle to process my own thoughts and order them, I'm able to talk out loud but there are times where I can't write my thoughts without speaking them first because ordering my thoughts while they're still inside my head is very difficult. I also have an under-sensitive sense of smell and taste at times. I can't even smell when meat has gone bad and everyone else I know says it really stinks, and like I can't tell the difference between chicken gravy and onion gravy, for example, because they taste almost identical to me. And senses aren't just the basic five, either. Do you have a particularly high OR low pain threshold? interoception is the perception of bodily functions. Do you have trouble identifying/noticing when you're hungry/thirsty or when you need to go to the toilet e.g. you didn't need to go pee a minute ago but now you're Suddenly absolutely bursting to go because you didn't notice it earlier at all. Proprioception is your perception of your movements, balance and of where your limbs are in relation to your surroundings. Do you bump into things or fall over seemingly nothing a lot? Have you ever been told/noticed you move "strangely"? Do you ever walk sort of on your tiptoes or toes-first rather than heels-first?

- social issues

do you have trouble reading body language? facial expressions? figurative language? tone of voice? not every autistic person will experience all of the above, I know people who can't read body language but can read tone of voice, or can't read figurative language but can read facial expressions, etc. etc. Personally I struggle with tone of voice a lot, I can't tell when people are being serious or not, or whether they're upset or not, tone of voice doesn't really tell me anything about how they're feeling of what they mean. Figurative language varies, I understand metaphors and I often understand sarcasm, although I won't get it if it's too deadpan, and I sometimes miss hyperbole and think people are being serious. I also can't tell whether people are teasing me or genuinely being mean the vast majority of the time. I tend to rely on speech patterns and word choice a lot to understand people, personally. I pick up on what sorts of words they use in what moods and use that largely to inform my interpretations of their current mood based on the words they're choosing. Do you ever struggle understanding what is/isn't socially appropriate? I overshare a lot bc I don't rlly understand what is "too much information" and what isn't, and I also don't understand really how to treat people differently based on their "social role", like I treat someone like a friend regardless of whether they're a stranger, a classmate, a friend, a family member, a colleague, a boss, a teacher, etc.

- need for routine/dislike of sudden/significant change

this isn't always as clear as like needing an entire day to be a routine, it can be little things. I'll give some examples: I have to brush my teeth in a specific way - I count the number of passes of the brush over each section of my teeth, I have to eat a sandwich in a specific order of bites, many food places I will order the same thing every/nearly every time and I will eat that order in the same way, I wash my body/hair in a certain way/order in the shower every time, sometimes I get weirdly obsessed with symmetry and I have to walk in a certain way and if I step "wrong" I have to hop around on one leg until I feel "balanced" again, I have to do my daily tasks on genshin impact in a certain order, etc. etc. I could probably think of more if I tried. I will often get distressed/overwhelmed/upset if any of these "routines" are disrupted somehow. My original method of eating a sandwich applied to when they're cut across into rectangles, so I used to hate eating triangle sandwiches because I couldn't eat them "correctly" until I figured out a similar way to eat triangle sandwiches, and now I Have to eat them in that way because it's "correct" and I'll feel uncomfortable otherwise. Note that this isn't like OCD because it's not anxiety-based, it's based on the fact that it feels like the "correct" way to do it, and that any other way is simply "wrong" and you don't like doing it "wrong". The need for routine and dislike of change might also manifest in needing to plan things ahead days in advance, you also might be like me and be very capable of impulsively doing things like going out if You decide to do it, but if someone Else suggests it, then you need the preparation time. - stimming/special interests

stimming can be honestly anything. I tap my foot, I sing, I have a whole folder names "stim games" on my phone, I type, I eat, I chew gum, I flap my arms, I scratch fabrics, I smell blankets/clothing. Stimming just means self-stimulation and is absolutely any repeated action that you find soothing/cathartic in any way. Under here I'm also going to mention samefoods: foods that you feel comfortable eating even when you don't feel comfortable eating anything else. Like if too much flavour/smell/texture feels overwhelming, most autistic people will have food/s that aren't at all stressful to eat and they can default to at those times. Mine is a specific brand of chicken nuggets, I'll often fall back on those when eating anything else feels overwhelming but I need to eat Something, and I can usually handle those when I can't handle other things.

as for special interests, they are anything that you're kind of obsessed with. You can have multiple, they can change over your life, but your interest tends to go much deeper than that of a neurotypical person's and you feel a need to know everything about it and struggle to hold conversations about other topics because it kind of just takes over your brain. when I was younger some of my special interests were final fantasy, anime, hello kitty, languages/linguistics has always been a special interest of mine, kpop is definitely one, astrology is also for sure one. I fall in and out of being obsessed enough with genshin to call it a special interest. I had a friend in highschool whose special interest was the periodic table, for a while they were obsessed with the 8 times table, and then it became dinosaurs. My little brother is autistic and his special interest has always been video games, he's really interested in retro games, he loves Minecraft and Mario too, when he was younger it was ben 10 for a while, there was also a period where all he wanted to do as a kid was rewatch the cars movies. Media likes to portray special interests as being academic but they can truly be absolutely anything. A desire to know absolutely everything about trains or flowers or kpop is just as much a special interest as neurology or maths or physics or smth like that.

Another thing I've just thought of to be noted, is hygiene:

some autistic people might appear to have borderline OCD tendencies where they can't handle dirt/mess and need everything to be tidy/clean all the time. This is definitely one of the stereotypes. But struggling with hygiene is just as much a symptom of autism. If you struggle to remember to shower/wash hands/brush teeth/do laundry/etc. that could well be an autism symptom. I found out I'm sensitive to mint and especially to toothpaste, it makes my mouth feel like it's burning and like I'll actually cry if it touches my tongue bc it hurts that much lmao. I discovered a toothpaste that's unflavoured and doesn't foam up and now I can brush my teeth without pain but for a long time I struggled with consistently brushing teeth bc of that. I also struggle with showering bc of being stressed out by wet hair/skin. Sometimes it's also a memory thing, and I forget to do these things. I also absolutely suck at keeping my room clean, idk why I just Really Can't lmaoooooo

I'm certain there are things I haven't covered, these are mostly pulling from my own experiences of autism from myself and those around me. All of this might apply to you, it might not, but I hope it makes sense and has given you a good starting point of things to examine within yourself and questions to ask yourself <3 I wish you well bub and please always feel free to ask more questions and/or talk to me more about your experiences <3

[naancypants]

@nancydrew-onthecase, this is my argument post 4 you because I have waaaayyy too much to cram into a bunch of asks lol! I also took this way too seriously, so sorry for how Extra this is 😂😶

My previous posts have already summed up some of my favorite things about Joe/Nancy as a pairing, so I’d like to take this opportunity to also compare it to the opposing Nancy ships - please, please don’t view this as me bashing Nedcy and Francy to “prop up my ship” or whatever, I think they’re both totally valid ships in their own ways and I can understand their appeal. But in the 10+ years I’ve spent shipping Jancy (omg), I’ve spent a LOT of time analyzing the other two relationships to identify the things that do and don’t work in my personal opinion, and I felt that going over the latter is helpful in highlighting some of the reasons I love Joe x Nancy as much as I do. I’d like to present this as an open, honest discussion, so hopefully I can share my views & opinions without coming off as rude, haha. I’ve taken steps to make sure I’m remaining as self-aware as possible while still stating my thoughts exactly as they are.

Also know that I’m basing this mainly on the games and similar interpretations of these characters, not so much on the OG book series.

WITHOUT FURTHER ADO… (under the cut bc of length lolol)

- Ned/Nancy, for me, is very sweet because of Ned’s dedication to being there for Nancy no matter what, but it also has that persistent dark cloud of Nancy going off all the time without telling him (which, although I love her to death and I understand why, is pretty crappy on her part). Ned is a precious boy who is “okay with it” and thinks it’s “worth it” to be with someone like Nancy, but… God. He’s SO SOFT and, as someone else who is Very Soft, I would be heartbroken if my s/o was never around, cancelling our plans at the last minute, etc. And we do actually hear this loneliness from Ned many times. He almost always comes around with these supportive, encouraging speeches which is one of the biggest points in Nedcy’s favor, but on a larger scale there’s sooo much he could be getting out of his relationship that he’s just… not. He’s a simple hometown boy who just wants to give all his love to the lucky girl and live a nice life with her - he doesn’t have the same thirst for adventure that Nancy has. He’s totally a romantic who doesn’t.. really.. get to be that way with her? Not often, at least. A good guy like Ned deserves someone he can truly be with, rather than wondering if or when she’s ever going to be home - even for the important stuff (like birthdays and anniversary dinners). I mean if homeboy is really content to put up with her being gone all the time then good for him. I still just feel like, if he did some serious soul searching and prioritized what he truly wants in life, he could be happier. 😭

- Frank/Nancy doesn’t struggle with the lifestyle differences of Nedcy, which is a point in their favor, but I’ve always personally seen Francy as being a bit stagnant due to their similarities & differences. They’re both logical, studious, hard-headed individuals - yet Nancy has this inherent inclination to break the rules, which is a quality Frank doesn’t generally possess (unless it’s absolutely necessary). Nancy is stubborn about the daring methods she often uses to solve cases, and Frank is stubborn about wanting to go by the book first & pursue everything with caution. This leads to an ongoing dialogue that VERY closely mirrors the dynamic that already exists between Frank & Joe, so for me it’s a little less interesting of a pairing (just my opinion, of course). It’s true that Nancy & Frank’s matched intellect is pretty much unrivaled, but I don’t think they have much to offer each other in the way of everyday development and growth. Their mindsets are already so similar, there isn’t much new for them to learn or gain from being together. Lots of intellectual stimulation, certainly (which would be GREAT for them), but otherwise they mostly just reinforce the qualities in each other that they share. Obviously Frank & Joe make a great team and so do Frank & Nancy, there’s NO disputing that, but a romantic relationship takes so much more than just working well together. That’s a big part of it, for sure, but there’s so much more. Take a look at my next paragraph and compare these two dynamics to see what I mean.

- Joe/Nancy is the middle ground between the two. They share similar life goals, so there’s no off-and-on issue of “when are you coming home?😢”, yet mentally they’re very different. They’re both extremely smart, but in completely different ways. They can challenge each other in everyday life, which helps them stay on their toes and become better people. Nancy is the head, Joe is the heart; they can effortlessly achieve that emotional balance with no major obstacles standing in their way. Plus, the qualities they DO have in common are stimulating and beneficial to their relationship; both Nancy & Joe have more of an unbridled, adventurous spirit than Frank does (though perhaps this is more noticeable in Joe). They’re both eager to take risks and do what others are afraid to do. Yet Nancy is logical/grounded enough to keep Joe in check, and Joe is able to feed that inner desire of hers to be bold & fearless - not only that, he can usually be seen in the background emphatically cheering her on because that’s a quality he has IMMENSE respect for. He doesn’t love her in spite of this dangerous habit, it’s part of why he has soooo much admiration for her in the first place. Joe makes no secret of the fact that he absolutely loves this about her, even in canon. He has no doubt that she can handle herself, so Nancy has the freedom to make her own choices without the initial resistance she usually receives from Ned or Frank. Of course Joe cares, and he does remind her to be careful, but he does so in a way that doesn’t feel like he’s wrestling with this lowkey desire to hold her back. Despite how much Joe wants her to stay safe, he doesn’t feel the need to worry himself sick over her because he trusts her entirely, and besides, “that’s who she is. That’s what makes her so freakin’ AWESOME” (- Joe Hardy, probably). Please see this link for the rest of my thoughts on this. And, as I also stated in the linked post, something that’s often overlooked is that Nancy & Joe both actually have the dorkiest sense of humor so they can easily make each other grin over stupid jokes and puns and I am so very here for that. Not to mention Jancy’s shared enthusiasm for mysteries; Frank enjoys it for the intellectual rush, but Joe enjoys it for the adrenaline rush. Nancy is both. I love those phone convos where Nancy tells them she’s still on the case and Frank is like “aw man, I know you can do it Nancy, just keep at it” and Joe’s like “HECK YEAH YOU HAVE MORE MYSTERY TO SOLVE! GO GET EM, NANCE!!!” bc Nancy honestly loooves working a case. I just find it so wholesome.

And… perhaps this is another personal opinion, but stop for a second and think about the subversive nature of a well-written Joe x Nancy narrative. Got it? Yeeeah, I’m all about that. 😉

Thanks for coming to my Ted Talk. I love Joe Hardy and Nancy Drew with my whole heart

[terescs-blog]

( ana de armas + cis female + she/her ) — there’s a rumor running around about a survivor called TERESA HENDRIKSEN, NEE MACHADO. they are said to be thirty one years old, from havana, cuba, and have been labeled the maven. fitting, considering that they are reported to be relentless + intelligent, as well as bemused + anxious. they reside in fisherman’s wharf and are a healer. apparently they are a bisexual + gemini. fidgety fingers & stacks of research.

name: teresa rafaela hendriksen (nee machado)

nicknames: tessa, tete, terezita, t. she loves them all and is not picky, becoming a fan of even mean ones.

age: thirty one

orientation: bi (romantic and sexual)

languages spoken: spanish (native, mother’s tongue), english (native, first language)

origin and location: havana, cuba; later miami, and prior to the virus, washington. currently, the fisherman's warf camp

occupation: phd student of biochemistry & researching staff at the university of washington; currently, a healer at the camp. 

family: jose ricardo machado (father, unknown state), luciana aguillar (mother, deceased), bram hendriksen (husband, alive), josephine amalia hendriksen (6 year old daughter, alive).

personality type: enfp-t (the campaigner)

hair color: dark brown. she was blonde for quite a while, but it became a hassle after a few months in the epidemic. it stands above her breasts, flatly, with bangs above her eyebrows to match.

eye color: hazel, of the shades of golden and green.

height: 166cm

her father was the first of them in the US. like many cubans post revolution, he came in with the operacion pedro pan, still as a child. he only returned to cuba when he was grown, under the US navy. there, josé met luciana, and not with much delay, teresa was born.

truth to be told, she doesn’t remember cuba all that well. she was about two when they managed to save enough to get to miami, so that’s where she grew. life by the beach had always been a constant in her life, and teresa was the most excited toddler when the marines officers’ ship came to bay.

( TW: PARENTAL DEATH) the childish excitement was never put to rest. the characteristic would become a defining trait to teresa, much to the chagrin of some, and the delight of others -- but for her, it was a way of survival. the blind optimism and bubbliness was what kept her going through the long days of wait with no word from her father, or the life with a immigrant mother and little means & it was what kept them all going through her mother's sudden illness and demise.

she was still fairly young when her mother died, so her father had to apply for a transfer. america had changed, he had changed, but he had a young daughter and they needed to be there for each other. there was a lot to adapt, but they made do. teresa would go from school to work, from work to home, get her share of housework done and take some time with her dad. on the remaining time, she buried herself in her school work -- it was the only way out, she had always been told.

turns out she had a knack for it. while girls her age dived in parties and boys, she was the last of labs during college, but her name was the first in every internship and fellowships. her mother's illness was the instigator to her curiosity, which had always ran high, and stimulated her to the field. she had a biology and a biochemistry degree by the age of 23, and, when she was 29, was gunning for a spot in the washington cdc facility. she was pretty high on the list too but DONT REMIND HER THAT. 

that was when all hell broke loose. there was no time to pack or think, and teresa relied heavily on her husband bram and on his instincts to get them and their daughter to safety. lbr she still relies on bram a lot bc ya know hes your broody post apocalyptic poster boy while she is this wide eyed enthusiastic scientist who stands at like 5'6. dont ask me how they still workin i dont fucking know!!!

she found some use for herself as a healer on the wharf, despite not having a medical background herself; she still was willing and very prompt, and her knack for research and laboratory work was a saving grace. she's easily found on the medical building (tent? space???idk), but she's helpful and will double as any profession and be anywhere someone is needed.

tbh, restless. can't shut down wont shut down, catch her up at 5 in the morning running on 2 hours of sleep and enthusiastically greeting every single camper by name. she looves the wharf, loves being by the beach and she considers every single person her family and bc of that she will be that nosy mom friend that cant shut up. she has always been pretty bubbly and on the edge, and even without coffee, she has managed to keep that up by running on sheet anxiety! fun!

the personification of michael in that the good place episode when he finds out about death

extra:

though hesitant and very anti violence (deadass laughed about when would she need to use a gun to her husband prior 2016) she does know her way around survival. she hates getting out of thr camp but is always well packed with a mace, some surgery knifes and a gun, which is her preferred method of putting down walkers bc it's what damages the brain the least (and she needs those to study). catch her being that crazy scientist who begs fellow survivors to be careful with the "infected species". 

(TW: ANXIETY, SELF HARM) like many others, unhealthily copes with her anxiety. (non) sleeping pattern already mentioned, she is also always carrying something to twiddle with, squeeze and, on bad days, she snaps a elastic band around her wrist. as of late she is getting a lot of bruises bc of that so if ya game, hold her hand instead

has like....no boundaries. is always calling people to visit and inviting herself into people's lives and acting like a mother hen. also probably likes to ask people for blood tests bc she's a god damn weirdo that won't rest until there's some sort of vaccine

while she is not in a proper leadership position in her camp, she is somewhat outspoken about her beliefs and what is good for the camp and she is very big on education. it has always been quoted as "a way out" for her so that's what she keeps repeating, even in a dead world (dont tell her it's dead)

she has not been in contact with her dad for over 6 months so that's an Extra Source of Stress right now, and a reason she tries to take peeks at the beach and at new survivors whenever possible

Listen i wrote this Twice (bc my browser is shit) so dont judge this bad intro so badly and pls plot with me and this crazy sunshine like b! thanks!! 

[delsinsrowes]

For you, what would Connor/Reader fluff look like?

entire like fuckin’ half fic under the cut bc i started listing things and then made those things into a giant linear thing instead of a list

ok so like just imagine this being written better and following the storyline of 1. Connor sees that him and the reader work well together 2. Omg connor is like…. .. . wanting to get close to the reader and hear their laugh and understand what makes them want to get out of bed in the morning???? Hmmm 3 the reader getting hurt, connor feeling terror for their life, and for once, not having any rational plan on how to fix it. 4 connor bringing this up with hank and hank just being like, “ur one of the smartest things on this godforsaken planet and you don’t understand how infatuation works????” 5. Connor bein like, :O omg I like the reader wtf howsmt in the world do I do this I am not programmed for courting 6. (this is my fave part and would be something I would really love to write if I did an actual fic) connor goes to a sex club and hires a lady just to teach him how to flatter women bc it is NOT in his program and since his deviation he has no idea about ANYTHING 7. He does it, the reader and him are in like with one another 8. The sex

After the revolution started (or ended, you still can’t tell which) police stations across the nation started hiring more and more officers and investigators to help carry the load of human on android crimes that were now legal to file. You got hired at the Detroit precinct – you were a shiny new member of the Android Crime Investigation team. This new team, while encompassing all crimes involving androids, focused on murders or assault with android involvement (whether that be a human killing an android or vice-versa).

          Your background in criminal investigation and forensics made you think you were almost overqualified for this job. However, all those thoughts leave your mind as you walk in on your first day you come face to face with the small team you’d be working with. You first saw an older man with grey hair pacing back and forth within the small room you’d been told was still “a work in progress,” by a human officer showing you around. You stand outside the room for a few beats too long and hear footsteps approaching behind you.

“Hello.” When you turn around to see who the voice belongs to you’re met with curious brown eyes peering down at you. “I’m Connor, the lead investigator for the Android Crime Investigation team, I assume you’re (y/n).” A small smile graces his otherwise expressionless face.

You give a nervous exhale that sounds almost like a laugh in return. “Yeah, that’d be me. I --uh, I didn’t know I’d be working with someone as significant as you when I got offered this job.” You realize that your phrasing was very casual for the first meeting with a superior and quickly try to backpedal.

“What I mean is, I’m aware of you and your work. I’m sure everyone is at this point. Your role in the revolution was… amazing.” You give him a shy but sure smile, which he returns. You notice the way his eyes change when he smiles. It’s nice, there’s a sense of comfort that lingers within your chest before he speaks again.

“Thank you. That’s very kind. I appreciate the effort you’ve put into the investigations assigned to you at your previous workplace. Your proficiency is why you’re the first person Lieutenant Anderson and I hired to assist us in this project.” Connor begins ushering you into the small room as he finishes his sentence, giving you no time to properly react to his praise. When the two of you enter, the man you’ve now learned is Lieutenant Anderson glances your way.

You notice three small desks placed in the room with papers strewn on top of them. The television spanning the eastern wall projects files on who you assume are those being investigated, you watch as it flickers between names and information.

“Hank, this is (y/n). As of today, she will be working with us.” The man gives you a weak smile. He looks exhausted and overwhelmed, you guessed that the desk littered with empty paper coffee cups belonged to him.

“Welcome to the dream team. As I’m sure you can tell we’re counting on you to make this,” he gestures faintly to the room around you, “a little less of a shit show.” Hank leans down on his desk turning his attention to the mountains of paper he’s been painfully trying to will away.

“Babysitting two grown men is not something I have experience with, but I’m not known for turning down a challenge.” Without making eye contact with either one of them you walk over to one of the desks – the one with the least clutter and sit, idly glancing at some loose paper before looking over to Hank.

He’s smiling a genuine smile when you meet his eyes. “Good to know you have somethin’ resembling humor. With him its all work and no play. Makin’ fun of him gets old after a while.” The two of you share a light chuckle as you hear Connor begin to shuffle files on his desk.

“He claims it gets old, yet he continues to berate me.” You don’t miss the smile in his voice when Connor speaks. You supported the revolution and never really saw the androids as just plastic imitating humans, yet it still takes you by surprise how warm androids were. Connor seems especially human due to the small mannerisms he possesses and the cadence that his voice holds.

Connor hands you a small stack of files, his voice taking on a different, more serious tone. “We currently have 12 open investigations. 9 of 12 cases are murders of androids by humans filed within the past 3 months. Due to the recent changes in the criminal law concerning androids, our authority over these cases is never guaranteed. We are operating in a grey area right now, so treat every case with caution, adhering to the law as closely as possible is crucial to our department.” You nod your head in agreement, your mind now focused on the task at hand.

“I say we begin with cases where evidence can be easily collected. The more abstract claims, like this one,” you flip the paper outwards on your desk showing the information inside, “an android tasked with taking care of a family – the Fletcher’s, was bought before the uprising and refused to work after. A death in the family is being blamed on the android, they’re claiming negligence. We can’t confidently arrest anyone in this situation due to the android laws concerning what is now ‘work’ or what was then slavery hasn’t been settled. Today our verdict of not guilty could just as easily change tomorrow. Murders based on hostility with clear motive need to be dealt with first, as it seems they’ll hold up even after laws are changed.” You brought your hand up to your mouth as you thought.

You didn’t notice the look Connor was giving you. It was filled with admiration and determination. He knew bringing you onto the team would help both men stay on task. You had a clear reputation for getting things done no matter the severity of the situation. Connor was good at analyzing, excelling in tasks that offered a clear objective, and Hank worked well on the fly. Together, they did well out in the field where there was little waiting around. In the office, however, they both got antsy, too focused on finding whatever would lead them towards ending the investigation.

Since his deviation from his programming Connor has been finding his job… irritating at times. He still enjoys fulfilling a task and succeeding in his field, however, he likes being outside, looking for clues and stimulating his mind. Writing reports and being tucked away was part of the job but he understands the definition of menial labor now. He also understands its one of the few things he’s come to dislike.

He speaks up, pulling you away from your thoughts on where the investigation should start. “This is the proficiency I was mentioning before. I agree with your assessment of the situation. I’ll go and make copies of these files, then we’ll begin sorting them by priority.” Before Connor can take the files you quickly scoop them up and stand from your desk.

“Actually, I can do that. I’ll start filing them while I make copies, you two can work on sorting assessment profiles. Everything should start feeling more organized once we do that.” Peering between the two men you begin to feel nervous when they both say nothing. “Oooor not?” You tilt your head to the side slightly as a way of questioning them.

Hank is the first to speak up, “Nah that’s fine with me. Anything to make this fuckin’ job easier.”

You nod, letting yourself out of the room and to the copier, stealing a glance at Connor before exiting.

As soon as you’re out of the room Hank glances over to Connor, still looking down at the papers (y/n) sprawled out on their desk. “So, what do you think of our newest recruit?” His voice gruff with exhaustion.

“I think she’s quite skilled in her area. They’re able to adapt to new situations and provide–"

“No, I mean, what do ya think of her?” Connor evaluates Hank’s question for a long while. His face distorted, flickering between concentration and confusion before finally answering.

“She’s nice. I haven’t known her for a long enough time to properly evaluate my feelings. However, I do look forward to having her presence here, both for the benefit of work and personally. They’re… intriguing. Most people here, even after my effort to get relations between humans and androids as peaceful and diplomatic as possible, are hostile towards me. However, (y/n) seems to care a great deal about the work they do. It’s a change of pace.” Connor stopped himself there. He wanted to say more. Wanted to talk about what he was feeling, the utter fascination that settled deep within his chest, but he was still trying to separate his programmed ‘emotions’ from his true feelings. In addition, he still had a job to do; he didn’t want to find himself too off track. He was, after all, still a professional being hired to complete a mission.

Hank smiles, noticing the small jab that Connor threw his way. “Well, I like her. No evaluatin’ needed. Don’t want to piss her off though, she seems like the type that would be sweet until things got serious. I want my name as far away from her shitlist as possible.” He put his hands behind his head looking over to Connor, wanting to probe just a little further on his feelings, but deciding against it after seeing his LED flash red.

Following his line of sight, Hank saw that Connor was glancing over in your direction through the large glass doors. He smiles knowingly.

“Hey, kid! Focus up.” Hank’s voice carried throughout the room, making Connor look in his direction. A neutral look on his face, as his LED slowly turns yellow, and then blue before answering.

“Of course Lieutenant, I apologize.” Shaking his thoughts away from you, Connor begins to sort through files on his desk, looking for any reason to make the warmth in his chest dissipate. He didn’t know these feelings -- the ones that he could only assume resembled an ache, but he did know that you were the source and that only confused him more.