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rainrot4me · 6 months ago

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Don’t Close Your Eyes Yet

Summary: From the first moment he laid his eyes on you at the fairgrounds, Jack knew he needed you. So going about it the only way he knew how, he began to give you dreams of him, preparing you for the night he would eventually take you himself.

Characters: Laughing Jack x Female Reader

SMUT WARNING MINORS DNI

TW: Obsession, stalking, somnophilia, non-con, clawing, biting, size difference, vaginal, creampie, cunnilingus, desperation, Jack doesn’t take no for an answer, dream manipulation, kidnapping, begging, Jack is very talkative

Words: 5.2k

A/N: Did I make LJ a yandere accidentally? Yes. Just roll with it lol

To him, he had never seen something more beautiful.

Flashing lights danced across your face, hair whipping as you skipped to the nearest ticket booth with your friends. Loud giggles echoed to his ears, making his painted lips curl into a blushing smile as he watched you become antsy with excitement.

Jack had been rummaging around these fairgrounds for a couple of days, scoping out potential victims coming in to enjoy the seasonal summer event, lurking behind food stalls and blending into the crowd. He was good at that: staying hidden until he wanted to be seen, practically going invisible until the time was right. Humans had such a hard time with noticing things, noticing him, so even standing amongst them, their eyes never glanced at his towering self. It just made it easier to slip kids away from their occupied families, dragging them away with the promise of a game or a prize to be won, only to become giddy with the panic that ensued afterwards, mothers and fathers losing their grip as they scoured for their already deceased child. The clown was here for the fifth night this week, the summer breeze ruffling his feathered costume as he scanned a large group of elementary schoolers rushing towards a ferris wheel, picking his target out of the litter and moving in.

Until he spotted you, elbows wrapped tight around another girl’s right behind the kids, eyes wide as you picked out which rides you wanted to try first. A couple more friends filed in behind you, obnoxiously loud as they tried to impress you, daring each other to try the more frightening ones. Jack grit his teeth, jagged pearls clenching as he rolls his eyes, scoffing at the irritable sound of desperation. Your group pushed passed him, not a single eye batting in his direction as he tried to press through you all, distance gaining between him and the small group of children making their way to another set of rides. He looked down, making sure to avoid bumping any of you as even the tallest of your friends barely reached his chest, his size overbearing as he brushed past you, barely catching your eyes as you stopped.

Jack hesitated, feet planted into the ground as he turned over his shoulder, stunned as your eyes locked with his. At first, he wasn’t sure if you were just looking through him, neck craned in some odd position at something behind his head. But as you smiled awkwardly, nodding your head as a silent hello, Jack froze, eyes wide. You could see him. Before it became awkward, Jack nodded back, watching as you turned back and continued with your friends, all of them completely unaware of the exchange that just took place. There was no fear in your gaze as you glanced back again, smiling sweetly before friends pushed you towards the ticket booth and out of the clown’s sight.

He stood stunned, not knowing what to do but knowing he couldn’t let you slip, couldn’t let you out of his sight. It had felt like ages since someone had noticed him, actually noticed him. He had always chosen when he wanted attention, letting his appearance become visible to onlookers who otherwise wouldn’t have felt his presence at all, giving them a jump of fear at his arrival. But you saw him anyway, despite his invisibility, despite his ability to blend. For some reason, you weren’t afraid of his chilling appearance, brushing him off as another circus carnie and being more polite to him than anyone ever cared. Over the last several years, it had been nothing but screams and pleas, all music to his ears, of course, but some desperate tug on his nonexistent heart jumped at the civility you showed him. He needed more.

Pressing into the shadows of a taller fair ride, Jack watched you closely, the corners of his mouth jumping to a smile every time yours did. The group of kids he was after was long forgotten, intentions focused on following you towards the merry-go-round that sat in the center of the fairgrounds. He quickly followed, slipping through the unattended gates easily and hopping on the ride with you, seated on a plastic horse several rows back. As the ride started up, happy music played loudly as you giggled and slowly teetered up and down, joking with your friends. Your hair danced beautifully in the wind, bright lights and colorful tones dancing in your eyes and across your cheeks, a way that only really Jack could appreciate.

There was no clear reason as to why you were able to see him when others couldn’t, pushing past his invisibility and meeting his gaze, but he didn’t care. For the rest of the ride and the rest of your time on the grounds, Jack made sure not to catch your attention again, watching you carefully how you interacted, your sweetheart personality pulling him ever-near. He couldn’t stand it, couldn’t focus anywhere else as he watched your group grow tired and begin to head towards the exit, a boy’s arm falling lazily over your shoulders and tugging you into his truck.

Jack didn’t care as he left groups of potential victims behind, silently following you into the parking lot and hiding in the dark spots that even you couldn’t see him. He didn’t care as he followed you home, abandoning all instincts and mind becoming fogged as he watched you crawl into bed from your window, heart skipping as you curled in. You would be his. You had to be. You didn’t have a choice.

You had been unnerved for weeks.

It wasn’t anything serious. No traumatic experience or humiliating incident that kept you up into the late hours of the night, like most girls your age would’ve been. Maybe having to worry about what clothes you were going to wear the next day or who liked you at work would’ve been a much better thing to stay up and think about. No, it was something much more unenjoyable.

These dreams, wild and constant, happen every night at the same time. They would all start the same, you climbing into bed comfortably and snuggling in after a long day, desperate for a relaxing slumber. But then you would doze, senses leaving you in the darkness of your room, almost on the verge of slipping… and then you would hear it. The quiet, subtle echo of carnival music, almost like a music box was winding near your bed. You knew you were asleep, consciousness floating in that weird in-between, but you were somehow still fully aware, still active in your brain even though your body wasn’t. The first time it had happened, you were afraid, and confused if you were experiencing some weird lucid dream or having a seizure, but then it happened again the next night and the next.

After the music wound for what felt like forever, the same merry tune looping in your head, you would eventually see it, the tall figure. He would stay back in the haziness of your mind, in the shadows your brain couldn’t see, but you already knew who it was.

The clown from the fair, smiling sweetly at you, stark-white face contrasted against the darkness of your dream. He was tall, like had to bend halfway down to reach your eye level tall, his limbs lengthy in comparison. He wore the same costume he did the first night you saw him, black and white striped and decorated with a feathered collar, like a sad recreation of a children’s entertainment piece. You didn’t know why you were seeing him, or why your brain was so focused on him, but it wasn’t like you could do anything to stop it.

The first couple of times, he just stayed at a distance, watching silently as you questioned him, trying to press towards him until you were abruptly awoken and left confused. Eventually, he started getting closer, refusing to speak but at least coming into clear focus, letting you see his painted face and chilling demeanor up close. But the more you talked, the more you questioned why he was here and why you were seeing him, the more eager he got.

The dreams started getting longer, more intense on your physical as you slept, constantly waking covered in sweat. The clown's hands began to roam, your body immovable against his curious claws as he rubbed and poked you all over, smiling at the reactions that came. They were sweet at first, tucking your hair behind your ear or caressing your small hands, but they soon became feisty. The touches grew to rubs, pressing his arms around your smaller body and pushing against your skin, gripping at your clothes and tugging them away, claws so realistically scratching against your warmth. With each dream, the intensity grew, your body waking up in a horny panic to settle itself out, panting against your pillow and trying to recollect yourself. It was boggling, so confused and pent up that you couldn’t do anything but fall right back to sleep, starting the cycle all over again.

Jack watched through every night. He perched in the corner of your room, lips curling to a smile with every flinch and tug of your body as he manipulated your dreams, making you see and feel what he wanted you to. He never let you see him, disappearing into the night whenever you would wake, but always arriving the next night to watch you again. It was his favorite, the little noises that squirmed from your lips when he would press his claws between your legs in your dream, making your thighs press together on your bed. He loved it, he loved you. But, he was becoming impatient, not satisfied with just having you in your mind anymore. He had coaxed you enough, driving you to expect him now, mind already conditioned to his looks and his touch; you would be familiar now. Your body would accept him now, even if your mind didn’t.

Pressed in the same corner as always, he was twisting your latest dream, giving you the wonderful experience of him licking against your neck, rubbing you through your panties as you wined and thrashed on your bed. Jack snickered, long arms crossed and claws digging into his clothes as he watched, licking his spikey teeth as you arched your back.

He had decided tonight would be it, the first time you would see him outside of your slumber. Regardless if you were ready or not, he was, and he didn’t know if he could wait much longer to get his claws around you. The clown spent the better part of the day watching you, thinking about you, obsessing over your sickly sweet self. You were perfect, a complete contrast to him, but fitting his needs perfectly.

When you suddenly rolled to your side, curling into yourself as you panted, cheeks flushed and dark as you whined, Jack’s attention came back. The darkness of your room was lit nicely by a small nightlight, the little sun and moon design shooting pastel colors across your warm skin and making you look so lovely, enough to make the clown press off the wall.

Your bed was small, definitely going to be barely enough for the two of you as he kneeled onto your mattress, dipping the weight and making you shift, whining from your dream. “Hi, pretty.” Jack cooed softly, brushing your hair out of your flushed face and leaning down towards you, breathing in your lovely smell. He loved everything about you, every small detail that no human would ever notice, only his unnatural abilities could pick up on. You needed him, he could smell it, feel it. Pressing his body down onto the mattress, he curled around you, spooning you against him as he wrapped his arms around your small waist, tugging you closer. You immediately relaxed against him, back arching to accommodate his large stature and legs tangling with his long ones, breathing deep as he snuggled behind. The clown’s claws danced on your skin, tugging at your clothes and brushing against your hair, smiling as he placed small kisses against your tired face. You melted into him, mind completely unaware as he still mixed in your dreams, contorting your senses to automatically crave him.

“So small… smells good…” He mumbled against the shell of your ear, a subconscious gasp slipping as goosebumps rose. Jack kissed against your neck, minding his long nose and nibbling against your skin, slowly fading your dream out and substituting it for real life. You whined, hands gripping onto his wandering arms and tugging at them, snoring lightly. Small mumbles fell from your mouth, little confused jabbers and sleepy questions that he couldn’t quite hear, but pressed his lips to the shell of your ear anyway. “Jack.” He whispered, kissing against your neck as your browns knitted, sleep heavy on your brain. “Jack…” You mumbled back halfway through a sigh, pressing your neck against his mouth, mindlessly feeding into the clown’s growing arousal. “Jack…” You whispered again, beginning to numbly repeat the name and let it settle in your mind, Jack’s excitement bouncing at the delicious way you said it. As you continued, he began to push your shirt up, palming at your tits and tugging the fabric over your head, letting the goosebumps rise as he ran his claws down. “Pretty girl.” He smiled, nibbling against your bare shoulder.

The clown’s cock was throbbing now, nestled comfortably against your ass as he began to slowly rut against you, long tongue lapping at your warm skin. He drew a claw up, wrapping it around your tiny throat and squeezing slightly, grinning at the sigh that he pushed out as he pressed his hips against your flesh. His cock slotted perfectly between your clothed asscheeks, hips jerking and stuttering as he chased his arousal, holding your hips still as he moved. Draped slightly over you, he pinned you in place, the sheer weight of the clown securing your hips as he moaned into your ear, panting his approval as he humped against you. Your body subconsciously pressed back against him, back arching to get a better angle of his clothed cock against you, letting his claw mindlessly rouse you from your deep sleep and slowly into consciousness. He felt you stir, wrapping a claw around your jaw and turning your head, watching as your eyes slowly fluttered open. He pressed his lips to yours, tugging your cheek and shoving your lips against his, forcing a desperate makeout that your tired brain couldn’t comprehend yet. Jack panted and groaned into your open mouth, lips occasionally catching but he was too focused on rutting his hips, grinding his clothed cock against your ass as you shifted, straining against his rough grasp.

“Jack…” You sighed again, the name repeating like a quiet mantra as your tired brain tried to figure out what was happening, hips instinctively leaning into it because you felt so good despite being so dazed out. “Jack..?” You began to question, hands pressing against his claw snagged onto your hip, cheeks squished together as the clown kissed against the corner of your lips, panting against the skin. Jack dug his heels into your sheets, long limbs contorting to fit around you as you began to squirm, trying to press out of his grasp now, trying to understand what was happening. “Lay still, pretty girl…” He hissed, tip catching on the band of your panties, tugging them up as he rutted, nails digging into your soft skin. You whined, pushing on the sheets and trying to turn around, trying to see who was behind you, but the clown held you still, beginning to guide your hips with his.

It helped that you were already aroused from your dream, body already hot and bothered and easily coaxed into his movement, taking little persuasion for you to open your legs and let his cockhead nudge against your clothed entrance. You mewled, hissing against his teeth nibbling into your skin, little welts appearing across your shoulder. “Feel how hard you make me… Can’t wait to be inside… Can’t wait…” Jack was huffing, burying himself into the crook of your neck as he pushed his hard cock against you, practically forcing your panties into your entrance as he nudged at your hole, trying to make himself inside despite his slacks covering him. He throbbed, claws desperate and tongue curling against your neck, lapping at your sweat and scent of excitement. You didn’t have to look anymore, didn’t have to guess as the ruffles of his collar pressed against the back of your head, long limbs swallowing you, dreams had revealed enough for you to know, enough for you to grind down against him. How he was here, how he had gotten into your bed, how he even knew where you lived, you were too tired to guess, too tired to do anything but let his claws guide you under him, his body sliding down yours. This dream was more intense than the others, it felt real, you tried to convince yourself you were still asleep, still dozing alone in your bed during this wet dream.

But as claws slipped into your panties and desperately tugged off of your soaked cunt, pulling them off of your ankles, you began to question. Jack’s large claw snagged around both of your ankles, holding them in the air as he kneeled, sliding his suspender straps off of his shoulders. You watched through sleepy eyes, eyelashes fluttering as he let the straps fall at his hips, unbuttoning his slacks and tugging them down, letting his angry cock slip out, balls tugged out and laid heavy between his legs. You gasped, whining as he kneeled closer, prying your legs apart and grinning at your sopping pussy. “Gonna eat you out, pretty girl. Gonna make that pussy cum, m’kay?” He chuckled, bright eyes roaming your tiny body compared to his, laying down on his chest as he wrapped his long arms around your thighs, dragging you closer.

You squirmed and whined, letting your hands run down your body and to his wild dark hair, snagging in the mess and tugging his face closer, letting your thighs press open. You had no fear, blissfully unaware of how real this situation was as Jack licked your folds open, long tongue twirling and flicking against your lips. He groaned, kissing against your soaked arousal before pressing his tongue in, nudging the muscle into your entrance and letting your back tug off the bed, curling your hips down onto his tongue as you moaned. Jack was so into it, so focused on pushing his tongue as deep as he could that he could hear you begin to panic, tugging his hair back as you realized that tongue was far longer than you anticipated. It jolted you out of your tired haze, the sensation of your walls stretching around the clown’s large tongue made you keenly aware of just how little this felt like a dream anymore, how real this all seemed. Jack just continued, curling and twisting his tongue along your plush walls, wanting only to soak in your lovely taste and get you ready for him, what he knew you needed.

You began to jabber your sobs, mumbling against your moans and whining for Jack to stop, hips twitching against the overwhelming feeling. You could hardly breathe, every press of his tongue against your g-spot making you suck in a ragged breath and cry out, gasping for relief. Jack began to thrust his cock into the bed below, rutting against the soft sheets as he became so turned on by your noises, bright eyes clenched shut as he worked. He whined into your cunt, sloppy and messy movements pushing slobber and arousal against his chin, smearing it along your thighs and cheeks, Jack losing himself in your taste. “So tasty…” He babbled against your folds, sucking your lips as he gushed into your cunt, cock whining to be buried inside and stretching you open. You were clawing at the sheets, pushing against his head as you pleaded for him to stop, overstimulation rushing over you as you stuttered, clit pulsing as your thighs shook, begging to close. Jack wouldn’t listen, he could barely even hear you over the roar in his ears, his primal urge to stuff you ruling out any remorse he felt for your aching pussy.

Despite your pleas, you were cumming quickly against his tongue. Walls clenching and hips spasming around the girth of his tongue, clenching down tight as your arousal soaked in. Jack whined, moaning loud into your folds as he sucked and lapped at your juices, claws dug tight into your thighs as he moved his head with your flinching hips, refusing to let up until he tasted every drop. You cried, sobbing into your hands as he held you still, breath heavy and chest panting as you rode your high, overstimulation pinching at your senses. Jack had rutted a wet spot into your sheets, cock leaking profusely as he lifted off, sliding his soaked tongue out of your dripping cunt and grinning, panting against your thighs.

You could barely look through hooded eyes at the mess he had made, white face paint smeared across your thighs and folds, sweat and arousal smearing the paint against your skin. It was enough to make Jack cum, his cock twitching hard in the air as he sat back, admiring his paint all over you. You whined, pushing against his claws wrapped around your thighs as he tugged them open again, positioning his hips against yours.

He nestled his cock against your cunt, gripping the length and slapping it down against your clit and making you jump, sensitivity pulsing through you. “No… please…” You whined, trying to clench your thighs together but he held your ankles easily, holding them arm's length apart. “Why are you this turned on if you don’t want it, pretty girl?” He mused, dropping one of your ankles to line his tip with your entrance, the girth much bigger than any cock you had taken before and making your skin chill as he began to push. You frantically clawed at the sheets, trying to push away from the clown. “It won’t fit.” You whined, pushing your hands to cover your aching cunt as Jack laughed, abandoning your legs to wrap a claw around your wrists, pining them above your head as he repositioned, nudging himself in. “You’ll learn to take it…” He chuckled, using his free hand to hold your soft hips down as he pushed in, the tip popping in against the wetness and warmth of your cunt. It probably wouldn’t fit as comfortably as you wanted it to, but when your tightness began to squeeze around Jack’s already-about-to-cum cock, he didn’t mind hearing your desperation if it meant he got to feel you.

“You were made for me, lovely.” Jack hissed against your ear as he lay on top of you, slowly guiding your hips down as he pushed in, stretching your cunt impossibly wide as you cried, sobbing into the lips that began to press against yours. This wasn’t a dream, not anymore, you realized. A claw held down your wrists above your head, the other sliding under your knee to push your leg back, opening your entrance wider to give the clown a better angle. He moaned loudly, laughing through whines as he began to shallowly thrust, the first couple inches pushing in and out of your cunt as you sobbed, straining against him. “That’s it. Let me in, let me fuck you like you need to be…” He smiled, lazy laughs and heavy groans filling your open mouth as he sucked on your lips, nibbling his teeth into your jaw. With every thrust he aimed to go deeper, to push his cock in further than the last one.

It was devastating for your cunt, the poor sensitive thing struggling to balance out the pleasure and pain that was wrecking you as you arched, trying to open up more. “Can you feel me inside? Do you even know how good you feel?” Jack laughed, moving to bite down against your neck, hissing as he licked against the wound, kissing down your shoulder. He was getting deeper down, cunt relaxing the longer he thrust, walls fluttering around the desperate length that begged to bottom out, getting ever closer. It was so deep you felt like you couldn’t breathe right, gut flinching and contorting with every press against your sensitive gut.

Loud skin slapping echoed as Jack’s cock began to press against the deepest part of your cunt, nudging against your womb and fucking you open quickly. His balls slapped your ass, the heavy mounds smacking down as he leaned back, letting go of your wrists to cup his hands under your knees, pushing them back as you began to paw at his chest. “Mngonna fuck you so full… Milking me like you need it.” He panted between thrusts, tugging his hips out as far as he could before pushing back into your gushing cunt, loud squelches and soaked folds coating his length. He was close, bright eyes rolling softly as you gripped his ruffled collar, tugging against it as he snapped his hips, moaning against your skin. “You were made for me, pretty girl. Need to cum… Mngonna cum and show how good it feels in you…” He smiled, blubbering against his swollen lips as he pressed his lips with yours, whining into your mouth as he spilt.

His cum was hot and thick, pumping into your ruined cunt desperately like he truly needed you full, big with his seed. He groaned loud, eyes clenched shut as he thrust through his orgasm, milking his cock of all it was worth inside of you, twitching deep into your warmth. “That’s it… So good… Knew it would be…” He hissed, clawing into the underside of your thighs as he raised off of you, licking a stripe across your cheek and nibbling the flesh before leaning back.

You waited for him to pull out, to let his thick cum spill against your sheets, but he didn’t. He only turned you onto your side, leaving his still-hard cock nestled in your cunt as he tugged your right leg onto his shoulder, relaxing back against you. You watched through heavy, panicked eyes, clawing at your pillow as he began to thrust again, sensitive cunt screaming at you as his nudged his cum back in. You immediately began to kick your legs, pushing him away as he just pressed deeper, claw wrapping around your thigh as he wrapped around the other, tugging your body to his with every thrust. Tears spilt, the air from your lungs gasping out as Jack cried out, clenching his sharp teeth as he watched you come undone again, relishing in the way you stared back at him, eyes pleading. “Don’t close your eyes yet, pretty girl… Just one more, I need it, just one… You can take it, I know you can, yeah?” Through every thrust, he chanted some desperate coax, your answering whines and sobs combatted against your cunt that fluttered against his words, fucking his cum deeper into you. Even though your mind refused, Jack had conditioned you, preparing you for him. Even if you didn’t know it, your body wanted him, beckoned for him, needed him. He couldn’t let you down.

Pushing his chest down, he bent your leg on his shoulder, pushing it down and opening your cunt wider, shoving his hips so deep even he gasped against the tightness. “Jack-” You cried, palming against his claws and scratching at his shirt, trying to ground yourself as your body racked under his tugs, bones going limp under him. You were so tired, so delusionally overstimulated you couldn’t physically resist, only your unheard begs falsely wishing for relief, but you knew better, knew that every time your cunt strained around the girth it was a heavenly feeling. “What, pretty? C’mon, talk.” Jack whined, kissing against your calf and nibbling at the skin, turning you onto your back to tug your other leg up onto his opposite shoulder, pushing them both back. With every thrust of his hips, his cum leaked out of your entrance, pooling between your cheeks and mixing with your arousal.

You cried at the deepness, every slap of his hips pushing his cock against your g-spot, nails clawing against his shoulders as his claws rested on your tits, massaging the mounds as he thrust. “So big… Deep…” You gasped out, arching into the feeling as your stomach coiled, your orgasm teetering at the edge. Jack grinned, jagged teeth shining against your nightlight as he continued, spreading his knees to get a better push, skin slapping loud enough to echo against the small room. “Can you cum again, lovely? Cum for me?” You nodded, running your hands into his messy hair and holding stable, tugging as he grinned, speeding his thrusts to a nauseating pace.

You were cumming around his cock hard, hips jerking and slamming against his as you writhed, eyes rolling back as your cunt swallowed him deeper. “Just like that…” Jack mewled, letting his own thrusts become lazy as he grit, whining against the tightness of your cumming walls. The clown was quick to follow, spilling yet again deep inside, fucking his orgasm into you as he refused to stop, pushing your senses into overload as you sobbed, tears running down your cheeks. Jack let your ankles slip off of his shoulders, pressing his chest down against yours as he licked into your mouth, pressing his lips down as you milked his cock dry, tugging the last of his orgasm through with your own.

You both panted heavily, desperate touches continuing against each other’s skin as you both made out, lying the afterglow of your mutual ecstasy. “So pretty… my pretty girl… mine.” Jack slipped between kisses, letting his cum leak as he slowly pulled out, popping the tip of his cock out of your tight rim. You whined, letting his claws feel your soft skin as he tugged you against him, letting your eyes flutter closed as you felt his cum spill onto the sheets below.

Sleep overtook you, the early hours of the morning tugging at your sore bones as you relished in the feeling of no more perverted dreams keeping you stirred. But when your bed lay empty the next morning, sheets askew and cum stained into the fabric, your friends would have no clue where you went. They would have no clue whose arms you were draped in, carried closely through the woods and out of sight and reach of anyone who wanted you. You were special, different from the mindless humans he preyed upon, you were his. He had claimed you fair and square.

No one wanted you as Jack did. And no one would ever get the chance to again.

This was an anonymous request!

Comments and reblogs are appreciated! 𐚁₊⊹

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girlkisser13 · 8 months ago

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dating tim drake would include

• tim is really sweet. he’ll kiss you to welcome you home or say goodbye when he goes out on patrol and he’ll happily carry you to bed if you fall asleep on the sofa and makes sure to tell you that he loves you everyday.

• he hacks your computer sometimes (for good reasons though). like you’ll just turn on your computer/laptop and your background is changed to a picture of you and tim together. <33

• even though everyone knows that you’re dating he still gets quite flustered and is prone to blushing if you call him a pet name in front of others. (you’d definitely do this just to see him blush).

• tim has your coffee order memorized (no matter how complicated it is).

• tim is SUPER clingy when he’s sleepy, like he can be needy and just want to hug and kiss you all the time. they’re kinda sloppy because he’s tired but his lust for affection is still cute.

• he cuddles or hugs you any chance he gets to make up for the many hours he spends on his computer away from you.

• since he’s a detective, he notices every detail including anything off about yourself. if something is wrong he will notice immediately no matter how good you are at hiding it, afterward he’d do pretty much anything to make you feel better. (even leave his computer for a day or so).

• he notices everything about you. favorite flower, favorite color, he always seems to notice that you’re cold even before you do and wraps his jacket around you. that intense focus can be a lot, sometimes, a bit overwhelming even. but at the same time you’re touched that he just seems so interested in everything about you. he wants to learn every last detail about you and is willing to take the time to do so.

• tim works really hard and doesn’t keep regular sleep patterns as a result, which means it’s up to you to make sure he gets proper sleep most of the time. plus, you’re one of the few people he actually listens to since you’re basically his favourite person. <33

• you have to learn most of his sweet spots to use against him whenever you’re trying to drag him away from the computer for a break.

• he remembers important dates even if it’s last minute— he still remembers. anniversaries, birthdays, you name it and if it’s anything to do with you then he’ll remember it and usually buys the best gifts for you.

• he celebrates the most ridiculous anniversaries, and he always remembers them. like, “it’s been one year since the first time you held my hand” or “it’s been a month since we went to that fair and rode the ferris wheel”.

• he lets you play with his hair and it’s so entertaining, he doesn’t mind and finds it relaxing when you run your fingers through it, he always checks to see what he looks like after you’ve styled it whether it be a man bun, ponytail, or braids. you told him that he looked good in a loose ponytail once and you he didn’t take it out for whole day.

• the two of you get take out food at least once a week because tim cannot cook to save his life, he just gets too distracted and the food gets burnt. he will also take time just to eat with you and ask about your day rather than work or will watch tv with you.

• tim LOVES watching detective shows with you but but sometimes it can get annoying because will usually ruin the ending by telling you who the criminal is and the exact reasons for his motives so it’s difficult to ignore the fact he just destroyed the next 45 minutes for you.

• he’s a literal genius so if you need help with anything he is on it, he’s actually written your essays for you before but you know that you couldn’t pass them off as your own because it’s not your writing style and you redo them using his basic ideas. you’re very appreciative of his assistance but tell him he doesn’t need to do that for you. however, he shakes it off as if it was nothing.

• he loves you and your acceptance of his coffee loving and sleep-deprived ways. <33

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munsonmuses · 7 months ago

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•Sounds of Satisfaction•

Eric (AQPDO) x Fem! Reader

Warnings: mentions of the end of the world. Smut, unprotected sex, p in v, fingering, light oral (f receiving)

I know it just came out. I know it’s new. But damnit…I needed smut with this watery eyed man let me tell you-

Authors Warnings: this was not proof read

Word Count: 1.7k

Eric’s body ached terribly. The impact from the water, swimming one handed. Running on empty for days as he carefully curled up with Frodo. Legs shaking and mouth flapping like a fish out of water, trying to form any thought as he sleepily looked around.

They’d been adrift for about six hours now, on open water and swaying with the waves. His empty stomach queasy from poorly digested stale pizza, bourbon, and fear. Looking around quietly before Frodo wriggled from his arms. Running off as Eric followed. Clamoring desperately as he weaved through bunches of people. “Excuse…excuse me…clear the way. My uh…my cat!” He squealed. Making his way through to a sight strangely comforting.

There you were, eating from your rucksack and carefully feeding Frodo pieces of beef jerky as his paws held your fingers expectantly. Eric blushing in shame as he walked over.

“I’m terribly sorry for his…behavior. He’s very curious, a risk taker.” He laughed nervously as you hummed softly in understanding. Pressing a cheese cracker to your tongue as you looked him over. “You’re from England…” you murmured as he nervously nodded. Sitting beside you and grunting as a massive bag of trail mix hit him in the chest. Gratefully opening and picking through it.

“I just got back from um…my trip across Europe. A study abroad program…didn’t expect this…” you murmured. “I was in my cab…and my parents were waiting for me…and then what looked like stars fell from the sky…then uh,” you mimicked the sound of an explosion while bubbling out your hands. “Parents gone, my little apartment in tatters and my life in shambles…” you murmured as he pursed his lips. Eyes filled with pity as he carefully placed a hand on your knee.

The two of you got to talking. Sharing names and experiences, Eric giving you the cashews from the trail mix as he frowned to himself. Carefully leaning his sleepy head on your shoulder as he hummed in thought.

“Where do you think we’re going?…” he whispered as you rubbed his scalp lightly. “Probably some sort of island or compound…somewhere safe.” You mumbled as you carefully stood. Eric’s big, wet brown eyes boring into you as you gestured for him to follow you as you entered the bottom of the ferry. Finding a storage closet as he eagerly trailed behind with Frodo in step. Watching as you piled up blankets and softer clothes from your bag into a pallet to sleep on.

“Is this um…where you’ll be sleeping?” He asked nervously as you hummed. “Yes. Yes it is…? Why…?” You murmured as he frowned to himself.

“Can…can I lie with you…?” Eric was clingy, terribly so. Thousands of miles from home. Nobody to stick by. He needed someone to keep him grounded in some way. His eyes watching you as you pushed air through your pursed lips.

“Yes but you have to take off the slacks and shoes. I don’t…I don’t think I can fathom sleeping next to someone dressed like a lawyer.” You muttered as he smiled wide. Removing his tie and kicking off his sneakers. Wriggling off his terribly stained slacks as you sighed.

Stripping of your layers, you stood in your thin tank top and your leggings. His face pink in flustered confusion as he shivered. “I um…I can see your…your um…” he gestured to your chest as you looked down.

“My…my what? Oh my nipples. I am a woman and it is cold Eric.” You insisted as he frowned. “You’re acting like you’ve never seen a naked woman before~” you teased as he looked away. “I’ve seen magazines, and pornos! I’m not…im not completely unaware.” He insisted to himself.

He hadn’t…seen a naked woman before, or even like…a barely clothed one in real life it seemed. Pursing your lips as you sighed. “I’ll gladly put on a sweater if it’s bothering…you…” your eyes travelled downward to a very nervous, very stressed, and very hard Eric as he bit his lip harshly.

“Eric…you’re telling me you nearly died a virgin?” You whispered as he whimpered in embarrassment. “I hadn’t had time, to do things like that? For fear of like…losing my way. I came here for one reason. Law school.” He insisted. Picking at his fingers anxiously as you gently took his hands and pulled them apart.

“Well…we’re relatively safe now…and you’re not terrible looking~” you teased him lightly as he scoffed in gentle frustration. “Would you like…for me to be your first time?” You murmured softly as he bit his lip. Thinking about it as he nodded slowly. You were the only person he knew in America with the current situation. Plus you were pretty. With full lips and big batting lashes and a dusting of pink on your cheeks from the cold and-…his thoughts kept spinning in his head as he whined. He felt perverted, to acknowledge how he’d been thinking of you.

“Yes please…” he murmured as he let you lead him to sit on the soft pallet you’d made. His eyes watching you tentatively as you carefully took his hands and placed them on your hips. “You can touch me Eric…just be gentle…can’t be too loud…it’s the end of the world after all,” you teased as he carefully nodded in agreement.

“Can we um…can we have you lying down…and me on top? If that’s okay?” He whispered. Thumbs rubbing idle circles on your hips as he waited for your approval.

“Yes we can do it in missionary…and thank you for asking it’s very sweet,” you assured as you slowly lied down. Eric following as he straddled your lap and tenderly moved up to cup your face. “May I kiss you…?” He whispered as you laughed lightly. Pulling him down to kiss you.

It was clumsy and messy, his body relaxing against you as he held your face between his clammy palms. Tongue swiping across your bottom lip as you allowed him in. His whimpers desperate as he rutted against your thigh. He was *big*.

He whimpered in need as his kisses trailed along your jaw, down your throat. Slowly working up your tank top as he audibly whined at the sight of your breasts. Nipples pebbling from the cold as he continued to kiss down your collarbone. Warm hands slowly working up your sides as he shuddered.

“You’re really fit, you know?” He whispered. Left hand lightly taking hold of one of your pert breasts. Gently kneading it between his wanton fingers and panting lightly to himself. His mouth wandering lower till it lightly nipped the soft skin of your chest. His knee slotted between your plush thighs. Hands slowly working their way down as you sucked air between your teeth. His mouth needy as he left hickeys across your full chest.

“I um…im going to try something…” he whispered nervously as he carefully backed up. Pressing his nose against your soft stomach as he clumsily took the elastic of your underwear between his teeth. Pulling it down with a bit of a struggle. Getting them off as his eyes widened.

“Wow…um…you’re…you’re beautiful…” he complimented as he lifted your left leg just a bit. Pressing warm and wet kisses along your inner thigh before ending at your clit. Placing a firm and warm peck as his fingers delicately traced your lips.

“Thank you…Eric-“ you’d been holding your breath. His passionate and gentle ministrations were addictive as you watched his face dip between your legs. Moaning lightly as his fingers pressed into you. Looking up at your face to make sure he hadn’t hurt you.

His fingers were thick, and careful. Lightly pumping and curling as he fingered you. Not wanting to cause any harm as he bit his lip gently. Drawing a moan from you as he covered your mouth. “Mmmm…shhh~, we don’t want to get caught.” He insisted lightly as he gently rubbed your clit with his thumb.

His motions were calculated, eyes never leaving your face to make sure you were okay. The soft and wet sounds of your cunt the only real noise besides your muffled breathing. His big brown eyes blown up in need as he whimpered loudly.

“When we get…wherever we’re meant to be, you’ll stay with me…” he was asking, though it came out as more of a gentle demand as he wriggled his fingers a bit deeper. Starting to increase the speed of his motions as you gripped the fabric beneath you.

“Fuck-“ it barely came past his mouth as he shuddered aggressively. “I need you…” he retracted his fingers. Your body clenching around nothing as he worked himself out of his boxers.

He was thick, a nice vein along the underside of his shaft as he pumped himself with his soaked hand. Watching you desperately as he pushed between your thighs and eased himself into you.

His grip on your mouth tightened as your lashes fluttered and back arched. Groaning softly to himself as he eased each inch till he’d fully hilted himself inside you. Twitching lightly. He’d cum soon. Inexperienced and desperate.

He slowly rolled his hips. A testing motion to see if it felt as good for you as it did him. Tears pricking your eyes from overstimulated need. His lips lightly kissing them away as he began to thrust.

“So good for me…so pretty…” he whined lightly as he held you close. His thrusts short and deep as he rocked into you. The space a bit cramped as he hissed through his teeth. “Oh your cunt was made for me…” he murmured as he rocked his weight to make sure he could get as much friction as possible. “Such a pretty girl…” he crooned as he held your gaze.

His breathy moans came from between his plush lips. Nervous and needy as he grit his teeth lightly. Legs trembling as he panted loudly to himself. “So fucking good…” his words were simply repeating. Brain fried from lust and exhaustion.

“Fuck fuck fuck-“ his hips stuttered as he pressed himself deep into you. Letting himself cum as you moaned into his hand. Holding his wrist as he slowly lied on top of you. Exhausted pants leaving you both as his hand slipped from your mouth.

“Thank you…” he whispered, eyes closing. Finally able to rest.

#addie writes #joseph quinn #eric a quiet place day one #eric x reader #eric a quiet place day one x reader

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1-800-imagines · 7 months ago

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ferris wheel. |r.c. - nsfw|

minors dni! 18+ only

‘wear that skirt i like. nothing under it. be ready in 15 mins.’ you looked at your phone to see a text from your boyfriend.

rafe always gave you more than 15 minutes to get ready as he liked you looking ‘perfect’. with that in mind, you jumped up from where you were sitting and started to get ready.

you knew exactly the skirt he was talking about. it was a white pleated mini skirt. if you bent over your full ass would be showing - hence why rafe liked it so much. but usually you wear it with a thong as to not be completely exposed.

but you did as instructed and paired the skirt with a cute blue spaghetti strap tank top. you grabbed some sneakers to match and started to do light makeup since you didn’t have that much time. after you finished your makeup, you fixed your hair and looked at the time.

rafe would be at your doorstep any minute so you spritzed on some perfume that he loved and your diamond r necklace.

sure enough, rafe rang the doorbell and you went to greet him. you opened the door and his eyes raked up your body. “you look good baby.” he smiled and kissed you. the kiss was more passionate than you were expecting and it went straight to your core.

you blushed when he pulled off and smirked, he took his thumb and brushed it against your bottom lip, “fix your lips in the car. may have smeared it.”

“ugh my hard work!” you joked, grabbing his hand and walking to his truck.

as always, he opened the door for you and waited for you to get in.

once he was in and on the road, his hand went to your thigh and gently squeezed. “you do what i ask sweetheart?” he asked, starting to gently pull your thighs apart.

you knew what he wanted so you spread them wide. rafe grinned as his hand touched your exposed cunt, “good girl.”

he ran one finger through your folds and softly against your clit, only for a moment before returning his hand to your thigh. you whined at the loss of sensation especially since you were wet from the kiss.

“where we goin anyway?” you asked, squeezing your thighs back together to try and dull the ache.

“you’ll see. it’s gonna be fun.” he said.

a few minutes later you were pulling up to a carnival. your eyebrows furrowed and you looked at him.

“i saw it driving home and wanted to take you. thought it’d be a cute date.” rafe said shrugging and getting out of the car to open your door. you didn’t know it but rafe had ulterior motives involving the ferris wheel.

your stomach sank a little as you approached it, “rafeeeee, you know i’m scared of heights.” you pouted.

he didn’t say anything, he just led you onto the ferris wheel. since it had a bench on each side, you first sat down across from rafe.

once the door was clicked into a locking position, rafe eyed you and said, “you won’t even notice how high up we are. i promise.”

the ride started to move and you grasped the ledge. rafe’s eyes gleamed, “you know what? come sit on my lap. i’ll hold you baby.”

before the ride started again, you switched sides and tightened your grip on the edge. you sat down on his lap and rafe let out a breath. “atta girl.” he said, putting his hand on your thigh and pulling it open.

“rafe, someone’s gonna see.”you groaned, still obeying him and letting them fall open.

“you think i care?” was all his response was as one hand fell in between your legs. he kissed the side of your neck, causing you to shiver a little, “now relax baby.” he ordered.

you relaxed into him and his hand began to rub slow circles over your clit. he took his time before dipping one finger in your tight cunt. you groaned as he did and he chuckled, “all wet and ready for daddy, huh sweetheart?”

you nodded as he began to pump his finger in and out, unable to come up with words. rafe clearly didn’t like this, he liked when you vocalized even when you couldn’t form cohesive sentences. “fuckin say it then,” he tone was quick and impatient.

“always ready for you daddy.” you said quickly, not wanting him to stop.

he began to pump quicker, adding a second finger. you moaned louder and the ride stopped again. “cum for daddy, princess.”

with those words, you release came crashing over you and you moaned out his name. you could feel rafe getting hard under you.

normally he’d give you a second to recover but you didn’t have the luxury of time as you were on a ride that was timed.

“lift your hips up for me baby.” you did as told even though you were slightly dazed.

while the ride was still stopped, rafe undid his shorts and pulled his dick out. he swiftly pulled you down on top of him making you gasp as he entered you all at once.

you adjusted quickly and began to move your hips eliciting a groan from rafe. his hands went to your hips to help you be able to lift up and down.

you began to ride him, causing the ride itself to shake. “goddamn baby, just like that. you’re so perfect.”

hearing his praise made your stomach coil, threatening to release again. you were desperate to turn around and face him so you could kiss him but then it would be blatantly obvious what the two of you were doing.

his lips found your neck again and sucked a dark mark onto it. you whimpered a little, and paused your movements. rafe took the opportunity to thrust up into you. he steadied your hips and drilled into you, "bout to fill you up princess." he said in a low voice.

those words made your pussy clench which made rafe groan and bite down on your neck as he came inside of you. this pushed you fully over the edge and you soaked his cock, whimpering.

"did so good for me baby." he murmured and then nodded his head, "and look, you made it to the top and you're fine." you were in fact, now on the descent.

he smacked the outside of your thigh and nudged you with his hips to pull off of him. you slid next to him and he put his arm around your shoulder.

you squeezed your thighs together to try and keep the cum from running out.

the two of you got off the ride and rafe smacked your ass as you walked ahead of him, "which ride should i fuck you on next?" he teased, catching up and taking your hand.

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heartkaji · 7 months ago

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2O WOMEN VS 1 EGOIST !

bllk boys if they were in the videos by the sidemen + beta squad

includes: michael kaiser, isagi yoichi, nagi seishiro, itoshi sae

MICHAEL KAISER !

“kaiser, ask her if she’d let you put your balls in her jaw.”

isagi’s voice is only a static crackle through the ear piece speaker, but it’s more than enough to have kaiser gnashing teeth & wrinkling nose. it was taking everything in his power not to snap the headset between his fingers. kaiser wasn’t even sure why he had to do this ; fuck yoichi and fuck bastard münchen’s publicity team.

he tries for an exhale but his dignity accompanies it, “would you let me put my balls in your jaw ?”

you’re the third girl who’s sat with kaiser so far & fuck his heart is aching— you’re far too pretty for this, blood drenched cheeks & freckled nose & silver draped around your neck like rings of vined ivy. kaiser can’t help but wonder why a pretty thing like you is here seeking male validation in thigh highs & skimpy bralette. surely someone of your beauty would know better, no ?

“what ?”

you ask so sweetly, lashes fluttering as you blink hurriedly as if it’ll help you hear better. if you were actually somebody, michael kaiser would be almost embarrassed by now, but you’re only pink painted lips & syrupy sweet voice so kaiser clears his throat & swallows his pride. he parts his lips to repeat the query but a hiss in his ear interrupts him, “she didn’t hear you, say it a—“

kaiser snaps the headset between his fingers & tosses it somewhere behind him. “i said, can i take you out sometime ?”

ISAGI YOICHI !

“try to sit on her lap while she’s talking.”

“you lot can’t be serious.”

unfortunately for yoichi, hiori & kurona were dead serious. he picked at the earpiece as you babbled on about your ideal first date, teeth kissing as he plotted on how he’d sit himself between your thighs.

“— and i’m not trying to be different or anything, but i think dinner dates are rather boring. i’d rather go to an amusement park or—“

“same, honestly,” yoichi was a charmer with a voice heavier than tree sap. his baritone alone had your guts knotting & spilling. “rides are way more exciting, really get your adrenaline going huh ? and then at the end of the date you share a kiss on the ferris wheel. i fuck with that.”

you blink, flesh pinkening & blush crawling up your throat as your fingers play with your bag strap. yoichi thinks you’re cute. you’re a fucking doll really, a pretty little thing isagi has decided he likes staring at.

yoichi can’t help but tease your further, “you wouldn’t mind if i kissed you on a ferris wheel, right ?”

you bite your inner cheek & yoichi swears you’re the cutest thing in the world. as if rehearsed, you cross your legs, shoulders tucking as you straighten your spine,

“on the first date, isagi ? quite the manwhore aren’t you ?”

it catches him by surprise but also pulls him back to earth. he bites his tongue, “oh ? when would you let me kiss you then ?”

he gets off his seat as he speaks, striding towards you like it’s the most normal thing in the world. you choke on your tongue, “um, me ? on the first date is a bit too— isagi ? what are you—?”

he positions himself on your lap. “you were saying ?”

yoichi’s ear piece blares with booms of laughter. “nah this man’s not real ! man said—“

NAGI SEISHIRO !

“are you a magician ? because when i look at you, everyone else disappears.”

“next.”

this was the eighth girl nagi had rejected. each girl came in with a new pick up line, and to nagi, each one seemed to be worse than the last.

“nagi, you have to say yes to someone already. you’ve rejected almost every— don’t listen to chigiri, nagi ! you don’t have to say yes to any of these bitches—“

nagi was about mid eye roll when you walked in.

you were rose dappled cheeks & fluffy jacket upon crème tee. your eyes met the room before his, scanning the seemingly infinite white walls & high ceiling. you even did a little wave to the camera before taking your seat. cute

even then, your eyes settled everywhere except him.

“hi,” he broke you out of your trance.

“ah— hello !” you flash him a shy grin, dimpled cheeks & freckled nose. “i was supposed to say a pick up line, right ? are you french, because—“

“no, no, please don’t,” nagi interrupts. you’re a pretty thing, red bruised knee bouncing over the other as you tuck away a strand of hair. fuck, you’re like candy for the eye.

“you get a pass.”

“huh ? but my pick up line—“

“no need, it’s a yes from me.”

pretty pink lips bend into a pout & nagi is almost tempted to let you say your line, but he shudders at the thought of your incomplete statement. you nod a bow & show yourself out with another tiny wave to the camera. perhaps this game isn’t all that bad after all.

mid thought, nagi’s earpiece crackles to life. “nagi, why’d you say yes ?! what’s she got that—“

ITOSHI SAE !

“ask her if she’d get with a bisexual dude.”

“what ? stop it shidou he doesn’t like dudes. ask her if she—“

“how about i ask her to shut the fuck up?”

sae says it a bit too loudly so your eyes widen a bit before you seemingly shrink in on yourself. sae hadn’t actually meant it—he was only trying to put a stop to the squabbling in his ears but now your nose is red & you’re biting your lip like you’re about to cry.

truthfully, he doesn’t give a fuck.

but his PR team sure does. sae was live right now & his public image already wasn’t the prettiest. he’d also rather not receive yet another lecture from his manager.

“um, girl number nine ?”

the sound of a facepalm rattles in his earpiece. “isn’t she like, the fourth girl ?”

sae bites his bottom lip. you’re fidgeting with your nails & your breathing seems heavy & your eyes seem to be everywhere but his. you don’t even respond to his call. he sighs.

“that wasn’t meant for you, sorry.” he swallows. “you were talking about red flags in a relationship, right ?”

you seem to perk up—perhaps you thought he wasn’t listening ? you were going on & on but how could sae not pay you any mind when your voice seemed smoother than redwine & myrrh ?

“yes—yes i was ! um, what about you ? any red flags ?”

“when they’re too horny.” a damn-it ! blares through his ear piece.

you nod, “i get that. though honestly, i’m a bit of a freak myself.”

you say it like you didn’t just admit to being a professional dick sucker. “sae, ask her for her number—“

he taps a button & the humming in his ear ceases. “a freak, you say ? do elaborate.”

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blushblushbear · 18 days ago

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May I request 💓💝💘 for Ferris, please?

Oh man, phone fling guys. Won't lie I don't know them that well. Literally had to go back and read through his route on the wiki (at least I remembered who he is)

He's kinda funny in a depressed overworked capitalism kinda way (mood), but MAN he needs to lay off his co-worker. Like chill homie dead ass 9__9

Still waiting for all the guys to make it to the main game. NEXT POLL WHEN?!

ANYWHO

💓 - What are some signs they’ve fallen for someone? How do they show their affection?

I think it's just cautious flirting until he thinks there's something back and then it's open flirting with reckless abandon! It really won't be a secret. (but it will be a little bit desperate and horny {again, mood})

💝 - What gestures do they really appreciate? How do you get on their good side?

Honestly anything you can do together to break the soul crushing monotony of his life. Even just those little life adventures like going to a Denny's at 3 in the morning really help him feel like he's alive for once. Also food. Buy him food, cook him food, give him food. He's literally this meme. (I'm loyal if you feed me and I will never leave cause well I need the food)

💘 - What do they find attractive about their partner(s)?

That they're fun. They're just fun! And easy to talk to. And they make him feel so much less alone. It's nice being around them. It's healing. Life sucks but it can be improved with good company.

#bear text #blush blush game #blush blush #bear talks #bb game #sad panda studios #phone fling #Ferris #Ferris blush blush #blush blush Ferris #this is so bad to say but most of the time I wait for blush blush to bring in the phone fling guys to actually make them likable #I haven't really dug the majority of the phone flings (maybe cause they're so spaced out)#(I didn't hate re-reading Ferris' route but I remember being so bored through all of them the first time)#(I think the only one I dug at all was Poe's and low key I think he was about to enter the game by the time I actually even paid attention #to the phone flings)#(dead ass did not care or pay attention to them for the LONGEST TIME)#(but I have been enjoying the more of the main dudes THEIR phone flings have given us so I dunno I'm probably just weird)

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attyisavailable · 8 months ago

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Whooo are your favorite boys and why 👉👈

My favorites are Anon and Cole, and for phone-flings, it's Ferris.

Anon is one of my favorites because I LOVE accents, no matter which accent or how strong it is, I will absolutely love it. Plus, I like his appearance (and personality) overall. His designs are one of my favorites in the game.

For Cole, I love the concept for the way Marshmallow meets him. Meeting a yandere while doing an investigation, MMMM, I love it. Plus, his voice is just perfect.

And Ferris is just a silly guy. Gotta love him for that.

#blush blush game #blush blush #blush blush anon #blush blush cole #blush blush ferris #i love them so muuuuuch #AAGHFHFHFSMKG

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trilobitepunch · 7 months ago

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I wanted to do a side-by-side of all the purple ink I have and did not realize I had so many...

Figured a fun way to do it would be in shades of Donnie so here's Mister Emotionally Unavailable from left to right:

Troublemaker Inks - Milky Ocean (I only included this one because it has a weird pink shading that makes it tend towards purple but it didn't show up too well here)

Birmingham Pen Co. - Huckleberry

Kala Nostalgia - Mongolian Sandstorm

Wearingeul - Verethragna

Wearingeul - Jane Eyre

Kala Gemstone Nostalgia - Star Garnet

Vinta Inks - Bodabil

Sailor Shikiori - Kazakiribane (weirdly showing more green sheening than Bodabil!)

Sailor Yurameku - Date Gokoro

Sailor Studio - 252

Ferris Wheel Press - Blushing Mushroom

aaand bonus Donnie sketches in the last ink, not that you can see the shimmer but I still like the color!

#rottmnt #rottmntfanart #rottmnt fanart #rottmnt donnie #fountain pen ink #traditional art #why do i have so many purple

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andagames · 1 year ago

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It's a wild ride to get back into Blush Blush.

Like.

What? Date with Volks?

What? I get text messages from Volks?

WHAT?? THERE'S KITSUNES NOW???

But some things just never change. Like,

Where is my darling Ferris???

#blush blush #blush blush game #bb volks #bb ferris #volks still makes me weak id like to fluff his hair

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fanbasetwo · 10 days ago

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ꣀ꣒ ASKING RIIZE — HOW MANY KIDS THEY WANT? . . 리제 ☁︎

pairing, riize × afab reader . . . genre, scenario(s), fluff, reactions . . . word count, 190-240 each . . . [LIBRARY]

SHOTARO . . . ✦

The warm glow of amusement park lights flittered behind you as you wrapped an arm around his shoulder, and the faint smell of popcorn and candy still clung in the air. Shotaro kept stride with you, both of you laughing over something silly said on the Ferris wheel. It was perfect-till the shrill wail sliced the evening. There ahead, was a toddler on the blacktop, face crunched and red, crying as loud as the park's coasters. The parents, as frantic as ever, struggled to calm the storm. Shotaro stopped, cocking his head in curious amusement. “Damn,” he muttered, popping another mouthful of cotton candy into his mouth. “Kids are something else.” You had to swallow a chuckle at the shifting expressions on his face as he alternated between pity for the kids and mutely applauding the parents' endurance.

Boldly, you jabbed him with your shoulder. “So, just how many do you think you could handle?” Though it was a light statement, you felt the flutter of interest in your heart. Shotaro raised an eyebrow and looked from the wailing child to the now-defeated pair of parents. After a calculated pause, he pointed at the scene, as if he were investigating a crime. “After that show?” He shook his head and shivered with distaste. “Definitely one. Maximum.” You burst into a fit of laughter; big, uncontrollable laughter that sent waves of pain into your tear ducts. “What? One? You are a brave soul!” you teased, leaning against him as he walked, both of you light and putting that laughter behind you.

EUNSEOK . . . ✦

“Stop staring,” sighed Eunseok, blush creeping up his arms as he arrogantly crossed them over his bare chest before finally looking at you. You remained transfixed on his warm skin, one hand upon it and your eyes tracing the defined contours of his body like an artist appreciating their artistic masterpiece. He squirmed in discomfort under your gaze and tried—but failed—to look annoyed. “Really?” he asked. “Do you really want to look at me like that?” You smiled mischievously, tilting your head to the side. “I can't help it. You're a distraction.” Eunseok opened his mouth, ready to respond, but you forestalled him by making a bold declaration. “I can't wait to have babies with you.”

Eunseok's eyes widened, a surprised cough coming out of him. “B-babies? Right now? Why are we talking about that?” . . . “Why not?” You winked, shrugging it off. “How many do you think you want?” He kept his eyes narrowed, the corner of his lips twitching, clearly choosing to reverse the question. “How many do you want?” You arched an eyebrow. “I asked first.” His lips stretched into a coy smirk as he relented. He slipped one arm around your waist and pulled you into his arms, the heat of his body sending chills through you. “Three” he murmured teasingly just above a whisper. He moved closer. His lips brushed against your ear as he whispered, “But now we have to work for it.”

SUNGCHAN . . . ✦

Your head rested gently on Sungchan’s lap as the relaxed light of the TV illuminated his expression on the news. His long fingers ran over your hair in an idle caress, but he paid little attention, one hand holding a half-eaten chip poised between his lips. “Baby?” you called softly, breaking the silence. “Hmm?” he hummed, absentmindedly chewing. You hesitated, but a playful smile appeared on your face before you asked, “How many kids do you want?” That question was surely like a curve ball. Sungchan was choked, seated backward as he hastily pulled his drink to his mouth. A few awkward little coughs preceded a moment of silence during which he averted his gaze aimlessly, towards the TV just to look casual.

“Uh...” he started, his ears slightly red. “Honestly?If you are their mom... I think I can deal with three troublemakers.” You raised an eyebrow, your lips quirking into amusement as you cocked your head back to regard him. “Three? Sounds like far too much trouble.” He looked down at you, his lips curling in a boyish grin around his most recently commandeered chip. “Yeah?” he drawled. “Don't worry, I'll be there to help. But if that's still too much trouble...” He hesitated, his gaze softening before he continued, “Two should be okay--but only if it's with you.” Your heart raced, warm laughter escaping your lips. “Smooth.”

WONBIN . . . ✦

“Wonbin. Wonbin. Wonbin. Wonbin.” You repeated his name like a mantra, pressing soft, rapid-fire kisses to his cheeks. His brows were furrowed, lips in a stubborn pout, but you could see the cracks forming in his resolve. This was your apology—a clumsy but heartfelt attempt to fix the mess you’d made. After all, you’d let jealousy get the better of you and accused him unfairly, making him feel like he didn’t matter to you. And now? Now you were desperate to make it right. He let out an exasperated sigh, still refusing to meet your eyes. His silence felt heavier than it should, and it made your heart ache. So, you tried the only thing you thought could soften him.

“How many kids do you want?” you asked, your tone gentle but tinged with hope. That caught his attention. His eyes widened, and he blinked at you as if you’d just suggested you run away together. “What?” he asked, clearly caught off guard. You bit your lip, shifting closer. “How many kids do you want? With me?” For a moment, he just stared, the remnants of his irritation fading away as he registered your words. Though he’d always sworn kids weren’t his thing, the thought of little versions of you two made him smile—just a little. “Two,” he finally said, his voice soft but sure.

SEUNGHAN . . . ✦

“Seunghan,” you nudged him gently, watching as his gaze remained fixed on his niece, who was playing with her dolls a few feet away. His soft smile made your heart ache in the best way. You knew it was the perfect moment to ask the question that had been swirling in your mind for months. “How many kids do you want?” He didn’t look startled, not even a little. Of course he wouldn’t be—this was Seunghan, after all. The two of you had already talked about everything from shared bank accounts to paint colors for your dream home. He simply turned his head toward you, his expression thoughtful as he looked back at his niece. It was as if he was imagining a little one of your own—a blend of you and him, running around and filling your future with joy.

Finally, his lips curved into a shy smile, and he whipped his head back toward you. “three…?” he said tentatively, his tone laced with both excitement and hesitation. “Would that be too much?” You laughed softly, touched by the way he valued your opinion. “I guess that depends on how stable we are in the future. But sure, three sounds good.” Before you could tease him further, Seunghan leaned forward, lips aimed for a kiss. You quickly dodged, pointing toward his niece as a reminder that she was still watching. She tilted her head, utterly baffled by the interaction, while the two of you burst into laughter, the warmth between you unspoken yet undeniable.

SOHEE . . . ✦

Sohee’s head snapped to the side, his cheeks glowing a rosy pink, as he overheard your conversation with a friend on the phone. You were casually chatting about wanting kids in the future—pretty normal stuff. But to him? It was anything but normal. His heart raced, and his shyness bloomed like wildfire. When you noticed his flustered state, you raised an eyebrow, stifling a grin. Ending the call with a quick excuse, you turned to him, unable to hold back your laughter. “Stop laughing,” Sohee grumbled, grabbing a nearby pillow and tossing it in your direction. It landed squarely on your face, earning a surprised yelp from you. Rubbing your nose where it hit, you chuckled even harder. “How can I stop when my boyfriend gets this shy... just at baby talk?” you teased, your tone light and playful.

He groaned, burying his face in his hands to hide the growing blush. “You’re impossible,” he muttered, but his pout only made him cuter. Deciding to push him further, you leaned forward, smirking. “Alright then, Mr. Lee. How many kids do you want?” He peeked at you through his fingers, raising an eyebrow as if trying to gauge if you were serious. When he realized you were, he sighed, brushing at his reddened cheeks. “Umm… one?” he mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper. You grinned, walking up to him and planting a soft peck on his lips. “Good choice, Mr. Lee,” you whispered against his skin, your smile infectious. His shyness only deepened, but the small smile tugging at his lips told you he didn’t mind one bit.

ANTON . . . ✦

You were sprawled across Anton’s chest, his heartbeat steady under your ear as Squid Game season two played on the TV. He was fully engrossed, his eyes fixed on the screen, while you, having already watched it, found more entertainment in teasing him. “Come on, you can watch it later,” you whined, pressing a kiss to his neck. When that earned only a distracted hum, you tried again, a sly grin on your lips. “Baby... if you don’t pay attention to me, I’ll spoil what happens next.” That got his attention—a sharp glare that made you laugh, but still, he didn’t budge. You sighed dramatically, as if you were truly suffering, before trying a different tactic.

“Okay then, dummy,” you began, your tone playful, “how many kids do you want?” That did it. His focus snapped to you, brow quirking at your seemingly random question. “What an odd thing to ask while I’m watching a show,” he muttered. But then his lips softened, and without hesitation, he added, “One.” Your heart skipped at the ease of his answer. He’d clearly thought about it before, the way he said it so certain, so natural. You lightly smacked his chest, burying your face into him to hide your grin. Even if his eyes drifted back to the screen, his arm wrapped protectively around your waist. And when he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, it felt like his way of saying, I’ve imagined our future too.

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