#i hope this is okay!! for the plot i didnt know how else to do it aside snap or text dkhfkhf

[whokilledsamara]

HEYY POOKIE!!! I was wondering if you could do a Mr. Crawling from homicipher x a fem reader smut.(idk if you do fem reader if you don't feel comfortable just do gn)

THANK YOU SO MUCH IF YOU DO THIS!!! ♡♡♡ I HOPE YOU HAVE A GREAT DAY!!

ENDLESS

a Mr. Crawling {homicipher} x reader fic. {an: hi friend!! ofc! i actually prefer writing fem {afab} because it is what i am and i find it easier to write for. you have a good day aswell :)}

warnings! : not too much for this one, hes a friendly boy. smut, blood mention, claustrophobia, size difference, switch!reader, afab, female genitalia described, mr. crawling has no idea what hes doing, language border. sorry there isnt TOO much plot on this one, i need to study more on the game and plus i didnt really know how to write his character.

{an : this takes place in the part where Mr. Scarletella walks past the room, and Mr. Crawling has to protect/shield you. my apologies if it isnt completely accurate, i have yet to watch a full playthrough.}

theres.. blood on the floor. you make a mental note of as you walk down the eerie hallway, "Mr. Crawling" or so you called him, close behind you.

he muttered the same word over and over to you, in a hushed yet worried voice. with not a single understanding of what he was saying, you took his facial expressions as a better way to figure it out.

your best guess was that he was attempting to say "unsafe." as his veiny hand kept pointing down the hallway. "unsafe?" you ask in a curious tone. he pauses for a second before nodding.

halting your movements, you stare at him nervously, your eyes darting from him to down the hallway. "i have too.." you say softly as you look at him.

he tilts his head in lack of understanding but allows you to continue walking, close behind you on his knees.

turning the corner, there is more blood and chains on the wall.

gross.

you think to yourself. your head snaps up as you hear footsteps seemingly getting closer to you, and before you can react, you are jerked into the closest room and underneath the usually crawling man.

"w-wha... what are you doing..?" you whisper up at him, his worried expression flicking from you to the door.

he lets out a hushed whine, and again, in a language you cant understand, he huffs out panicked words. from your previous understanding with the others, you get the words "someone else, near"

you instantly shut your mouth, his body hovering over you in attempt to shield you from whatever was walking past. thats when you see it.

a tall, slender man with red hair, covered in red clothing, and a.. red umbrella for some reason, walking past.

the man pauses, static around him, before he continues walking as if he didn't notice you. your body instinctively huddles closer to Mr. Crawling, wrapping your arms around his neck and pushing your body against his.

after a few minutes, and after both of you are sure the tall man is gone, he starts to whimper, his forearms holding him above you, and his knee so perfectly placed in between your legs.

what you thought was chaste, was him feeling an unknown desire for something he had never felt before.

his whimpers turn into almost desperate whines, and you finally look up at him. while you cant see his eyes, his face is a deep red and light pants leave his mouth.

"a-are you okay..?" you ask in a hushed voice. while he doesnt understand you, he understands your body language. he presses his knee further into your clothed core, your body instantly reacting and jerking. "a-oh.." you flinch, hands sliding down his cloth clad chest.

his hands make their way up your body, testing the waters and curiously grabbing your plush skin. the cold concrete floor wasnt making it easier to stay focused, along with his cold hands grabbing anything he could.

"fuck.. i cant believe this is happening.." you mutter more to yourself than anything. his knee still pressed in between your legs. grabbing his hand, you trail it up under your shirt and place it on your heavy breast- allowing him to explore.

he begins kneeding it, with an unknown curiosity. your breathing come out in short huffs and gentle moans, moans that he seems to enjoy hearing.

"do you even... have the equipment to be doing this..?" you ask, motioning to his groin. his eyes follow your hand, and he tilts his head while staring at it. he pulls his hands out from under your shirt and slips down the cloth covering his groin.

fuck hes big.. his heavy and semi-hard appendage springs out, a slight throb to it. your hand experimentally reaches out to touch it, its hot and leaking. his body instinctively jerks as your hand grazes it, a needy plea in his sounds.

well.. if im gonna die here i might aswell..

you slowly begin stroking it, his mouth agape and hips jerking towards your hand.

he gently reaches for your clothing, quick yet gentle as he slides down your pants. you involuntarily squeak, but dont make a move to stop him as his hand curiously grazes your folds. with a swift motion, he pushes a finger inside your entrance, tilting his head with confusion as you moan heavily.

wetness grows on his hand, leaking down his forearm. "oh fuck..." you breath shakily, pumping him faster. his face scrunches up and he lets out a cute noise, moving his finger faster. after a hot minute of this, you pull your hand off much to his dismay, and you gently remove his hand from you. as you position yourself in a slightly different way under him, you make a 'come here' motion with your finger. he obediently complies, above you once more.

teaching him what to do was kind of hard with the language barrier but you made it work.

it wasnt long before he was slipping his length inside of you, stretching you as far as you could go.

sure it hurt like hell, but you couldn't deny the pleasure that came with it. his thrusts were unpredictable, due to his lack of experience.

he was good, really good in fact, and teaching him what to do was quite easy as a fast learner.

you let out a harsh whine as his tip grazes your cervix, and his hips pause, eyes focused on your face. another word from that confusing language. "you, okay?" he asks. you nod hastily and reach out, grabbing his hip and pulling him back deeper. luckily he gets the hint, and starts moving again.

a white ring forms around the base of his length, his breathing heavy and hitching with each thrust. his long, skinny hand covers your mouth, preventing most of your noises from escaping your lips.

no matter how much he wanted to hear them, he had to keep you safe.

his thrusts became sloppier, signaling his upcoming orgasm. yours was approaching aswell, and quickly you reach your fingers down, rubbing in a rhythm he noticed. he looks from your face to your hand, shoving it out of the way and replacing it with his own, rubbing harsh circles on your bead.

soon after, he had you coming undone on him, cunt clenching and unclenching around him. his whining hit a peak and his surprisingly cold seed shot through you. he came a lot, filling you to the brim and leaning over you.

his large form casted a shadow over your body, his hair falling on each side of your face as he desperately pressed his lips against yours, his cum seeping around him and out of you. harsh pants and whimpers fill the small room, as he pulls out and hurriedly pulls your clothing back on, not wanting to get caught.

he notices your struggle to stand, moving to his knees to help you up. after everything is stable, you and him make your way through the long corridors, hopefully finding an exit to this place.

maybe we can try again..

{an: this was so fun to make!! i kinda procrastinated a bit, so i apologize if it is sloppy. i don't know much about Homicipher other than my deep attraction to the characters XD}

{ made by @whokilledsamara }

[pankesitopank]

oh i have a poly request if thats okay.

minhwa or yunwoo or yunhwa (you pick) being roommates with reader and theyre doing it without the other knowing. like reader is sleeping both of them but they didnt know. until they do know and que the threesome lol

i love roommates trope

What They Don't Know

pairing: Mingi x Reader x Seonghwa

wc: 5k

cw: poly!mingixreaderxseonghwa; smut without plot; secret "relationship" (like, they are no a couple, they just fuck); threesome duh (mxwxm); double penetration; possessive behavior (mingi); no condom (a true diva use one); idk, if i missed something let me know!!!

note: It took me so long to finish this.... m sososo sorry, I hope it's what you had in mind and I hope you like it! It's the longest piece I have!!!

You’d told yourself it was a one-time thing.

The first time you fucked Mingi, it was reckless and fast and shouldn’t have happened—but the problem was, it didn’t feel like a mistake. It felt like something you’d both been building toward since the moment you moved in.

Now it’s the third time, and he’s got your leg slung over his broad shoulder as he fucks into you on the living room couch. The TV is still on—some mindless show playing in the background—but it might as well be silent for all you can hear over the wet, messy rhythm of his hips meeting yours and the low groans escaping his throat.

“Shit,” Mingi pants, leaning forward until his chest is brushing your knee, the new angle making you gasp. “You’re so fucking tight today. You miss me?”

You bite your lip, trying not to moan too loudly. The walls aren’t that thick, and Seonghwa’s bedroom is just down the hall.

“Mingi—” you whisper, breath hitching when he grinds into you, staying deep and rolling his hips slowly.

He grins like the devil. “That’s not a no.”

You’d like to say you’re in control of this. That the two of you falling into bed was a power play, a casual thing, an itch scratched. But every time you let him in—literally and otherwise—you’re left feeling less like the one calling the shots and more like a girl who keeps saying yes to her cocky, loud, stupidly hot roommate who doesn’t know how to wear a shirt.

Or close a door.

“Mingi—faster,” you whisper, fingers tightening in the fabric of the couch.

“Oh, now you wanna tell me what to do?” he chuckles low in his chest, but he does it anyway, pulling back to snap his hips in hard, quick thrusts that make your head fall back against the cushions.

The sound is obscene—wet and rhythmic and too loud—and the fact that Seonghwa could walk in any second only makes it hotter.

You shouldn’t like this. You shouldn’t crave the danger, shouldn’t enjoy the way Mingi’s hand clamps over your mouth as he fucks you harder, muffling the sounds that threaten to slip out.

But you do. You like the way his fingers curl around your face, how he doesn’t stop even when your eyes go wide and your legs twitch around his waist. You like that he gets off on it too.

“You’re dripping,” he groans, dragging his thumb over your cheekbone. “Like this pussy knows who it belongs to.”

He’s possessive, but in a way that feels addictive—like he wants to ruin you just enough that no one else could ever compare.

(Not that he knows someone else already is.)

You whine under his hand, your nails digging into his bicep as your hips jerk up into his, chasing your high.

“Almost there, baby?” he murmurs, pulling his hand away just enough for you to gasp for air. “Come for me. You always get so fucking wet when I talk like this, huh?”

“Mingi—fuck—” your voice breaks, and you arch under him, thighs trembling.

“That’s it,” he growls, grinding deep into you with a stuttering rhythm as you clamp down around him. “God, you’re perfect.”

You don’t hear the front door open.

Or the way Seonghwa’s bedroom door clicks shut from down the hall.

But Mingi does.

He freezes.

Your eyes snap open just as he covers your mouth again and leans down, his hips still buried inside you, sweat dripping from his brow. His lips brush your ear.

“Stay quiet,” he whispers, barely audible, “or he’s gonna find out what a little slut you are for me.”

Your whole body tightens at the words, arousal pooling again even as your mind screams at you to be more careful.

Footsteps in the hallway.

You and Mingi don’t move.

For a breathless second, it feels like everything will fall apart.

But then the bathroom door clicks shut and the shower starts, and Mingi—smiling like a boy who just stole candy from the store—starts moving inside you again.

“Missed you too much,” he mutters, kissing your neck. “Gonna finish, then I’ll clean you up.”

You wrap your legs around his waist, biting into your lip as he picks up the pace again.

This isn’t just a fling. It isn’t just a secret.

It’s a time bomb.

You don’t remember how it started, exactly. Maybe the night you came home after drinks with Seonghwa, tipsy and giggling and falling over your own feet. Mingi had been awake—shirtless, of course, sitting on the counter and eating noodles like he didn’t have a care in the world.

“You look hot,” he’d said, blunt as ever. “You’re lucky Hwa’s not a little braver.”

You’d laughed, thinking it was a joke.

It wasn’t.

He’d kissed you before you could put your purse down.

And you’d let him.

That night, he’d bent you over the kitchen counter and told you not to be loud. You came twice and almost knocked over a glass in the process. He didn’t even ask if it was a bad idea.

He knew it was. You both did.

That was two weeks ago.

Now, it’s become a game—secret glances over breakfast, brushing hands on the couch, sneaking into his room in the middle of the night while Seonghwa’s fast asleep. It’s messy, addictive, and exhilarating.

But sometimes… you feel guilty. Because Seonghwa isn’t just your roommate too. He’s sweet. Gentle. He makes you tea when you’re stressed, brings you snacks when you’re working late, and always knocks before coming into your room.

He’s not the type to throw you against a wall and make you scream—but you’ve wondered, late at night, what would happen if he did.

Sometimes, the guilt hits while Mingi is asleep beside you, one hand curled possessively over your hip.

Other times, it hits when Seonghwa is smiling at you over his coffee mug and calling you “angel” like it means something.

You shouldn’t have slept with either of them.

But you did.

And you’re not sure you can stop.

Not when Mingi pulls your panties down in the laundry room because you teased him too hard during dinner. Not when he whispers filth in your ear when Seonghwa is in the room, watching you with those soft eyes like he doesn’t have a clue.

Only… you’re starting to think he might.

Or worse—Mingi’s going to find out that he’s not the only one who’s had you moaning into a pillow behind closed doors.

And when he does?

You have no idea what’s going to happen.

It starts with comfort.

A quiet night, both of you curled up on the couch under the same blanket, legs tangled, half-watching some drama neither of you are really following. Mingi’s out with friends and the apartment is calm for once—no blasting music, no yelling from the kitchen, no sudden crashes.

Just the sound of rain against the windows and the soft, steady beating of your heart as Seonghwa’s fingers stroke over your shin where it rests across his lap.

You should move.

It’s too familiar—too cozy—and you know what’s been happening with Mingi, what’s still happening, but…

But Seonghwa looks so beautiful tonight.

Hair pushed back from his face, wearing that oversized white sweater you once teased him for because it made him look like someone’s boyfriend.

He didn’t argue.

He just smiled and said, “You’d look better in it.”

You told him he was full of shit.

He said he wasn’t joking.

That was the first time you looked at him a little differently.

This is the first time you kiss him.

His lips are warm and soft, and the way his breath catches makes your chest ache. He doesn’t rush. Doesn’t push. Just cups your cheek like he’s afraid you’ll vanish and kisses you again, deeper this time.

Like he’s wanted this. For a while.

You moan without meaning to, and he pulls back just slightly, eyes dark but uncertain.

“Tell me to stop,” he whispers, thumb stroking under your jaw. “If this isn’t—”

“I don’t want you to stop.”

It’s too easy to say. Too honest. And it’s not a lie. You don’t want him to stop.

Even if it’s wrong.

Even if Mingi was inside you three days ago with your hand over your mouth to keep you quiet.

Seonghwa doesn’t know.

And he kisses you like he wants to worship you.

You don’t sleep with him that night.

You kiss until your lips are sore and he touches you over your clothes, hand down your pajama shorts and fingers moving so gently it makes you shiver.

He makes you come with slow, teasing strokes, murmuring soft praises against your temple the whole time, and then lets you curl up against him under his blankets, warm and trembling.

In the morning, he makes you breakfast. Kisses your wrist when he hands you coffee.

Mingi walks in halfway through the meal, yawning and rumpled and clearly nursing a hangover.

“Why’s everyone so happy?” he groans, flopping into a chair.

Seonghwa just grins.

You almost choke on your eggs.

The guilt is different this time.

With Mingi, you felt like you were playing with fire. Like it was a game of who could sneak around better, who could take more risks without getting caught. And you loved the danger of it. Still do.

But with Seonghwa… it feels more like you’re breaking something sacred.

He doesn’t treat you like a fuck.

He treats you like something he wants to hold onto.

There’s less noise. Less desperation. But so much more meaning.

Like the night he has you on his desk, the one covered in sketchbooks and open novels. He’d spent the whole day working on a song, headphones on, completely zoned out—and you’d wandered in, sat in his lap, teased him about how long it’d been since you’d had his attention.

He kissed you so deep your toes curled.

Now your shirt is halfway off and his hands are dragging your panties down your thighs while you sit on the edge of his chair.

“Hwa—” you whisper, but he hushes you with a kiss, tongue slipping into your mouth as his fingers glide between your legs.

“Need you,” he says against your lips. “I’ve been thinking about this all day.”

You whimper when he slides two fingers in, curling them just right, and you’re already so wet that it’s shameful.

“You always get this wet for me,” he murmurs, kissing your jaw. “You know how good you feel? How sweet?”

You nod, even as your eyes flutter shut.

“Look at me, angel.”

You do.

And when you come on his fingers, biting into his shoulder to stay quiet, he holds you through the aftershocks like you’re something fragile.

You shouldn’t want this.

You shouldn’t crave the way he touches you like you matter.

But you do.

And you can’t stop.

It doesn’t take long for patterns to form.

Mingi gets your body. Seonghwa gets your heart.

Or maybe you’re just lying to yourself to make it feel better.

Because sometimes, you see Seonghwa look at you like he’s sure he’s the only one touching you like this. The only one who’s kissed your thighs, your stomach, your lips with so much care. The only one who’s fucked you slow in the shower and whispered that you’re the only one he thinks about when he’s in bed alone.

Sometimes he brings you flowers on random days. Sometimes he cooks for you, then leaves a plate out with your name on it if you’re working late. Sometimes, he lingers in doorways with that look in his eyes like he’s about to say something important, but never does.

You want to deserve that.

But when Mingi corners you in the kitchen one night and fucks you over the sink because you moaned his name in your sleep the night before, all of it comes crashing back.

You’re caught between two men who think they’re the only one.

And you’re falling for both of them.

The scariest part?

You don’t want to stop.

Seonghwa makes you feel wanted. Needed.

He’s the one who makes your heart race when he brushes your hair behind your ear. The one who memorizes your drink order and buys your favorite snacks. The one who holds you like you’re more than a warm body in his bed.

But he’s also the one who never asks where you go late at night.

Never questions why you come out of the bathroom with Mingi’s hoodie on.

Never stops to think that maybe—just maybe—he’s not the only one who has you like this.

And maybe it’s because he doesn’t want to know.

Or maybe he already does.

One night, after Seonghwa’s made you come so hard you see stars, he tucks the blanket around you and brushes a kiss over your forehead.

“I wish we could tell him.”

Your stomach lurches.

You shift to look at him, heart hammering in your chest. “Tell… who?”

He smiles, eyes soft but sad. “Mingi.”

“I—”

“I know you’re scared,” he says gently. “But he loves you, too, you know. Just in his own way.”

You’re frozen.

Seonghwa doesn’t push. He just kisses your knuckles and pulls you close again.

You don’t sleep at all that night.

And the next morning, Mingi watches you across the table with something unreadable in his eyes.

It was supposed to be a quiet afternoon.

Mingi had left that morning, a little earlier than usual—just said he was grabbing coffee with a friend and maybe hitting the gym. You'd kissed him goodbye with swollen lips, sore thighs, and one too many bite marks on your neck from the night before. Seonghwa had only smirked at the sight when you wandered into the kitchen later, shirtless and stretching like nothing was out of the ordinary.

You thought Mingi would be gone for hours. Enough time. Plenty of time.

You thought wrong.

The front door cracked open softly. Mingi stepped inside, earbuds still in, phone in one hand, keychain swinging in the other. He kicked off his shoes without a sound, half-listening to a voice message—until he heard it.

A soft sound. A moan, muffled.

He paused.

The hallway stretched toward the bedrooms, and everything about the apartment seemed normal. Quiet. Peaceful.

Except…

Another sound. Louder this time. A gasp. Faint, but real. And yours.

Mingi frowned, pulled out one earbud. His feet carried him slowly, cautiously down the hall. Something in his gut twisted—confusion first. Then something colder. Something hotter.

And then he heard it again.

Your voice. Breathy. High. Seonghwa's name.

A crack of skin on skin.

The rhythm of it is unmistakable.

Mingi’s breath caught. His whole body went still in the hallway.

No. No way.

He stepped forward, just once, and the view that met him through the barely ajar door made his heart stop.

There you were—straddling Seonghwa in his bed, riding him like you were fucking made for it. Hair sticking to your sweat-slicked neck, lips parted, moaning with every bounce of your hips. Your back arched, tits bouncing, fingers digging into his chest as Seonghwa held your waist and thrusted up to meet you.

Mingi couldn't move.

Couldn't breathe.

What the fuck.

Shock. Then fury. Then—

Lust.

It hit him like a truck. Because you looked so fucked out, so pretty, so ruined—and not by him. By Seonghwa. His best friend. His roommate.

He knew that face you were making. He knew the way you whimpered when you were getting close. He knew that you were about to come.

And it wasn’t for him.

You didn’t even notice him at first. Neither of you did. Too lost in it. Too noisy. Seonghwa was panting curses into your skin, one hand tangled in your hair, the other squeezing your ass hard enough to bruise.

Then your eyes fluttered open.

And you saw him.

Standing in the hallway. Watching.

Everything froze.

Your breath hitched. Your body stopped moving. Your mouth opened, but nothing came out.

Mingi’s jaw was clenched. His stare sharp and unreadable. Arms at his sides, chest rising slowly—too slowly. And then…

He stepped inside.

Silent. Stalking. Dark eyes locked on you like you were prey. Seonghwa sat up, trying to cover you instinctively, but Mingi raised one hand to stop him.

"Don't," he said quietly. A whisper. A warning.

You opened your mouth to speak, to explain, to beg—but he was already standing at the edge of the bed, eyes dragging over the way Seonghwa’s cock was still buried in you, your body frozen in place, your skin glistening.

“How long,” he asked, voice low, too calm.

You swallowed. “Mingi—”

“I said,” he cut in, stepping closer, “how long have you been fucking him too?”

You trembled. “Not… not that long…”

“Bullshit.” His voice cracked now, heated. “You think I don’t know how you sound when you’re close? How you look when you’re about to come?”

Your silence said everything.

Mingi laughed once. Dark. Bitter. But there was a curl to his lips that made your stomach flip.

"You've been fucking both of us. For weeks."

It wasn’t a question.

And when you nodded—small, sheepish, shivering—something in him snapped.

“That’s so fucking dirty,” he breathed, stepping closer to the bed. “You’re filthier than I thought.”

Seonghwa opened his mouth, maybe to defend you, maybe to apologize—but Mingi didn’t even look at him. His eyes were glued to you.

“You let him fuck you in our apartment. In his room. With my cum probably still inside you.”

You flinched.

“Oh,” Mingi smiled. It was not kind. “That’s what it is, huh? You like this. You like being caught. Being used. Being filled by both of us.”

He reached out and brushed his fingers over your cheek. You whimpered.

“Mingi, I—”

“I should make you get on your knees right now and explain exactly how many times you’ve done this behind my back.”

You shuddered.

“But you know what?” he whispered, leaning in close, mouth grazing your ear. “I’m so hard right now, baby. So fucking hard. You’ve been playing with fire for weeks, and now…”

His eyes flicked to Seonghwa, who was still breathless, wide-eyed beneath you.

“…now I think it’s time you burned.”

He backed up a step. Tugged his shirt over his head, slow and purposeful, baring the sculpted lines of his chest, his abs flexing with every breath. Your mouth went dry.

"You wanted this?" Mingi asked you, voice low and hot. "You wanted to be fucked by both of us? At the same time?"

You nodded. Breathless. Shame and desire tangled in your gut.

He tugged his sweatpants down, and his cock sprang free—hard, heavy, throbbing. The sight of it made your cunt clench around Seonghwa.

“Oh, you do like this,” Mingi muttered, staring at where the two of you were still connected. “Still dripping from him, and your greedy pussy’s already clenching again.”

He climbed onto the bed behind you, spreading your knees wider as he leaned in to speak low in your ear.

“I’m going to fuck you too,” he whispered, dragging his cock along the curve of your ass. “You’re going to sit on both our cocks before I’m done with you. You’ll take us like the little cock-hungry slut you are.”

You whimpered, head falling back.

Mingi bit your shoulder.

“Beg for it.”

You hesitated.

He slapped your ass once, sharp and fast. You gasped.

“Beg.”

“Please, Mingi… I want you both. I want you so bad, I—”

“Tell me who you belong to.”

You shuddered. “You—both of you—”

“No,” he growled. “Say my name.”

“Mingi,” you gasped. “I’m yours.”

His cock nudged your hole from behind.

Seonghwa gripped your hips tighter.

And you knew, in that moment, there was no going back.

Mingi kissed your shoulder—then looked over it, straight at Seonghwa.

“Don’t stop,” he said.

Seonghwa’s eyes burned. “You sure?”

“I want to watch,” Mingi whispered. “I want to feel her come on your cock. And then I’m going to fuck it back out of her.”

Your whole body trembled.

And just like that, the rhythm started again—Seonghwa’s thrusts, deeper now, more intense, as Mingi held you in place, cock teasing between your folds. He didn’t slide in yet. He waited. Made you feel the heat of him. Made you ache.

And just as you started to come undone, voice cracking, walls fluttering around Seonghwa—

Mingi grabbed your jaw and kissed you hard.

“You’re ours now,” he murmured. “Hope you’re ready.”

Because this was only the beginning.

Your knees are still jelly from being caught—fucked—against the hallway wall, Mingi’s hand on the back of your neck, the growl in his throat echoing in your ears. Seonghwa’s voice still haunts your skin, the way it trembled when he realized what was happening, when he saw what you had done. And now—now you’re laid out between them, thighs trembling, mouth parted, eyes wet and barely able to focus.

Mingi’s behind you. Seonghwa’s in front. And they’re both looking at you like they’re going to devour you whole.

“Oh, baby,” Seonghwa murmurs, dragging his fingertips along your jaw like he’s trying to memorize it. “You were really gonna keep this to yourself?”

“I didn’t— I just—”

“You wanted us both,” Mingi cuts in, low and molten, his hand skimming up the back of your thigh. “You couldn’t choose. So you didn’t. You let us both fuck you like it was a secret.”

“It wasn’t like that—”

“But you let it happen,” Seonghwa finishes for him, leaning closer, his breath hot against your lips. “And now look at you.”

Pinned between their bodies, naked and heaving, your skin marked by both of them already—bruises blooming along your collarbone, teeth indents in your thigh, slick smearing down your inner leg. You’re soaked, overwhelmed, and so close to tears from the heat of it all—and they haven’t even really started.

“Such a pretty little liar,” Mingi purrs against your ear, his voice full of dangerous affection. “But if you’re gonna be ours, baby, you don’t get to keep secrets anymore.”

You gasp when you feel it—his cock, hard and thick, pressing against the back of your thigh.

“Oh my god—Mingi—”

“Don’t worry,” he whispers, sliding one hand around to your front to part your folds, “We’re gonna fuck you so good, you won’t even remember your name.”

And just like that—he pushes in.

Your mouth opens in a silent scream as Mingi’s cock sinks into you from behind, slow but deliberate, stretching you wide—wider than Seonghwa had minutes ago. He groans behind you, head tilted back, the heat of your pussy pulling a low, broken sound out of him.

“Fuck, baby. You’re so tight after Hwa… still greedy, though. Still taking all of me.”

Seonghwa watches the way your face crumbles, leaning in to kiss the corner of your lips.

“You’re so pretty when you cry,” he says, his voice velvet and cruelly sweet. “Is that why you wanted us both? So we could see how wrecked you’d get with two cocks instead of one?”

“I— I can’t—”

“Yes you can,” Mingi growls, gripping your hips tighter. “You’re gonna take both of us. Right now.”

Your eyes go wide. “B-Both?”

Seonghwa smiles slowly. “Oh, sweetheart… You didn’t think we’d share you without fucking you at the same time, did you?”

You can barely breathe as Seonghwa slides down your body, shuffling between your shaking thighs. You feel him nudge your entrance with two long fingers, already coated in your slick, and then—slowly, teasingly—he slides them into your already stuffed pussy beside Mingi’s cock.

You scream. There’s no other word for it. The stretch is unreal, your walls fluttering and fighting to accommodate the width, the heat, the obscene pressure.

“Shhh,” Seonghwa coos, kissing your temple, “You’re doing so good. Just let us in.”

And then—you feel him line up lower. Lower. At your tight, untouched hole.

“Wait— Hwa—what are you—”

“Gonna fuck your pretty ass, baby,” he says, voice breathless as he kisses your cheek. “Fill you up from the other side. You want that, don’t you? Want to be completely ours?”

Your whole body trembles, but you nod. Whimper. Beg. Anything. Just do it. You’re too far gone to say no. You need them. You need all of them.

Mingi growls as he braces your hips. “God, you’re so fucking filthy.”

Seonghwa lubes you up with his spit, his fingers gentle but insistent, working you open with care—but you’re already so overstimulated, every touch sends sparks through your spine.

And when he finally slides in, pushing into that second tight ring of muscle with a low groan—

You break.

Your voice cracks, your hands scramble for something to hold, but all you feel is them—their heat, their cocks, their hands, their mouths. You’re pinned in place, fully impaled, filled everywhere.

Seonghwa kisses your shoulder softly. “You okay?”

You nod, sobbing, gasping—“Yes. Please. Move.”

And they do.

The pace they set is brutal.

Mingi rocks into you from behind, slow and hard, while Seonghwa thrusts up into your ass, perfectly timed so you never have a second to breathe—only to feel. Your body’s reduced to a shaking, crying mess, your legs unable to hold you up, your voice breaking from the overstimulation.

“Fuck, she’s clenching so hard,” Mingi growls. “You feel that, Hwa?”

“Every twitch,” Seonghwa pants. “She loves this. Our filthy little girl loves being double-stuffed like a toy.”

You moan loud, hips bucking, and both of them chuckle darkly.

“Oh, that’s the spot,” Mingi says, adjusting your angle and slamming in deeper. “Right there, huh? That makes you cry.”

Seonghwa leans in and licks your tears. “So pretty. So full. You were made for this, weren’t you?”

You can’t even answer—you’re sobbing through your third orgasm, and they’re still not stopping. Their cocks keep pounding into you, your slick running down your thighs, your walls clenching again and again as you lose all sense of time, space, sanity.

Your hands grasp for something—anything—but Seonghwa grabs your wrists and pins them to the mattress.

“You take what we give you,” he whispers, low and dangerous. “You asked for this.”

“Such a greedy little slut,” Mingi adds, voice wrecked. “Wanted both our cocks in you at once. Look at you now.”

You’re beyond words. Just gasping, trembling, coming again and again as they use you, wreck you, claim you.

When Mingi’s pace starts to falter, you know he’s close.

“Hwa,” he pants, “switch?”

Seonghwa nods. “Let’s finish her together.”

They flip you over—Seonghwa behind you now, Mingi in front, cock glistening and ready. He grabs your chin, tilts your head up.

“Open.”

You obey, mouth dropping open, and Mingi slides in with a deep, satisfied moan.

Seonghwa fucks you from behind, hips snapping against your ass, and Mingi thrusts into your throat at the same rhythm. You’re choking on him, tears running down your face, drool spilling onto your chest—and you’ve never felt more loved. More wanted. More owned.

Their pace builds, both of them panting, groaning, gripping your body like it’s the only thing keeping them from falling apart.

And then—together—they come.

Mingi spills down your throat with a growl, hand tangled in your hair. Seonghwa finishes deep inside your pussy with a gasp, hips jerking, his nails digging into your waist.

You collapse between them, trembling, sobbing, completely wrecked.

You don’t remember falling asleep. Just warmth. Hands. Kisses. Water on your lips. A towel between your legs.

When you finally stir, your body sore and ruined, you feel two warm bodies curled around you.

Mingi’s nose is buried in your neck. Seonghwa’s hand is laced with yours.

“You okay?” Seonghwa whispers softly, brushing hair from your face.

You nod.

Mingi smiles against your skin. “Ours now, right?”

You blink up at them, smile through the haze. “Always.”

And you swear—you’ve never felt so full. So loved.

So perfectly ruined.

[zumicyt]

manipulate me.

(just imagine eva didnt get like ran over and the storyline kinda continues... it'll make more sense once you read it 🙏🏽🙏🏽)

contains: smut with a little bit of a plot (not really) dom! eva x sub!reader , mommy kink , eating out (r! receiving) , manipulation , i think that's it

eva has always been your favorite out of all the girls. her kindness, her soft tone, her scent, her possessiveness over you , and so much more about her that you couldn't quite understand.

it all started one gloomy evening when your car completely shut down on the side of the road. it was pretty old and had a rusty engine but you thought it would last a little longer.

"shit." you say as you start dialing your dad's old car company to fix the piece of shit once again when you hear a soft honey like voice in the distance.

"need a lift?" the blonde girl asks now coming closer.

"do you mind at all? my car broke down and im nowhere near home." you respond. and it was true, you've been on the road for 6 hours to visit some family members that were still atleast a 4 hour drive from your location. "not at all sweetheart. get in." You obey her and hop in the passenger seat of her cozy car.

"where you headed?" the girls asks. "at this point i just need sleep. ive been driving for hours and I barely know here I am. is it okay if... I maybe crash at your place?" you hope she somehow says yes. and to your delight, she does.

and that's how you've ended up in this place. filled with women who dont really do much here but they get a place to sleep and to eat. eva calls this place a "home therapy with all of your friends with you" though you haven't made many friends here besides eva, everyone seems welcoming.

you've heard about a girl who used to live her until she "escaped". her name was Kayla and you heard cricket bring her up a few times but when you asked more about the subject she would try to change the subject.

one day you decide to ask eva about it. she called you up for your usual Thursday therapy sessions (even though you hung around in there every other day too) and decided to ask eva about Kayla.

"eva, who is kayla?" you ask suddenly. eva calmly looks up from her notes and tilted her head. "what do you wanna know about her baby?" she asked in that honey voice.

"uh I don't know.... cricket brought her up but wouldn't tell me a lot about her. who is she eva?" you ask the girl infront of you. she takes a deep breath before talking.

"she used to live here with us. she had a lot of tension that she needed to let out but wouldn't open up to anybody. I eventually took a crack at it and she got overwhelmed. she ended up leaving us without a word and we never got to see us again..."

you could sense the manipulation in her voice. you knew there was a reason why she left. you've always wondered what this place really is. it almost seemed like a cult but you knew for a fact that you were overreacting.

you let out and "oh" and after a few seconds you began talking about another subject all through the rest of your session together.

that night the question still stuck in your head. why did she leave? what is this place?

the next day you arrive to evas small rooftop room to ask more about the subject. "eva what else are you hiding?" you ask her. "shh baby that's all that there is to the story. no need to confuse that little brain of yours." she smiled at you but you didnt want to fall for the manipulation again.

"I want to know. tell me eva!" you shout but she begins closing in the distance between you and her making your back thud against the wall. "why dont you be quiet hm? why so many questions sweet girl?" she caresses your face as you find words to say. "i-i dont know 'msorry." she chuckles and kisses your lips softly. "that's what I thought."

she pulls your waist against her and kisses you ddeeper. she brings your body against the bean-bag chair and gently seats you on it. "gonna make you feel good okay? make all those questions dissappear from your head." you whimper at her words. unable to control yourself as she chuckles.

she brings herself down your body and caresses your cunt with the pads of her fingers with your panties still on.

"wearin' this slutty dress huh? who for baby? who wants to see you like this hm?" she smirks up at you searching for your answer. "you mommy... only for you." you moan when she starts to slide them off. "all wet for me too... making mommy wanna fuck this pussy up so badly..." your eyes roll back at that, letting out silent pleads for her to touch you.

she immediately lunges her face into your pussy and you almost scream. you know shes fucking you to stop talking about Kayla. shes manipulating you once again.

"I know youre lyin' mommy... I know there's more about Kayla..." you mumble on and on. "mhmm..." she says, mouth full of pussy still. the vibrations make your head launch back into the edge of the bean-bag.

"i know youre manipulatin' me mommy stop manipulatin' me..." you keep saying as you feel tears welling up in your eyes. "yeah?" she continues to say as your babbles never stop.

this goes on until you start seeing stars. "you can cum baby. yeah cum for mommy..." you immediately let go and she immediately sucks the juices out of your hole and licks your clean.

"you done talkin' about Kayla now?" she asks after cleaning you up. you nod tiredly and lay your body into the bean-bag. she giggles and carries you into her bed.

she knows just how to manipulate anyone.

[slutforleeminho]

heyy, i love your work, i was wondering if you could write a fic based on the song ‘the other woman’ by lana del rey where the reader is the other woman. you could do it about any member :)

this is my first ever request since i’ve been on this app so i hope i did it right 😭

The other Woman • Hwang Hyunjin

thank you so much! i’m so happy that your first ask was on my acc! i hope you like it<3

warnings: suggestive(no explicit smut), arguing, infidelity, toxic relationship, plot twist at the end;)

"I have to go, beautiful." Hyunjin leaned down to kiss your forehead after pulling his pants up and buttoning them. He placed his hand on the side of your face, gently caressing your cheek with his thumb. "She'll get suspicious if I stay any longer."

This was normal for you, yours and Hyunjin's little routine. He'd take you out to dinner and treat you like a princess, paying for your meals and anything else you could possibly want. Holding your hand and taking you places you've only dreamed of going, then he'd take you home --your home-- and he'd fuck you like there was no tomorrow. And then he'd leave to do the same things with his wife.

You never understood why he pursued you the way he did when he had someone at home to take care of, but you didn't care enough to bring it up. Why would you? You have everything a young woman could ever want; a young, handsome, rich man who gives you anything you want. But only a few times a week. It's okay though, that just gives you plenty of time to do things that you enjoy like reading and going to museums and admiring the beautiful pieces of art that you wished you could just shove in your bag and take home with you.

"Okay," You said with a tired smile. "I'll see you tomorrow."

"Actually, I meant to tell you, I won't be able to come over tomorrow. Apparently, Violet has a family reunion, and she wants me to accompany her." He stated as he pulled his shirt over his head and grabbed his bag from the chair in the corner of your room.

Violet. Such a pretty name for such a lucky woman.

"Oh." Was all you replied with.

"Are you mad at me?"

"No, of course not, these things happen," You knew exactly what you were getting yourself into as soon as you entered this relationship, if it can even be called that. "Just text me when you can. let me know when you want to meet up."

"Of course." He smiled.

He kissed you deeply before he left that night, almost making you forget that he had someone at home waiting for him, and you would be left here, cold and alone.

That text that he promised didnt come until a week later.

"I miss the way you feel wrapped around me." Was all that the message contained. You liked to imagine he was talking about your warm embrace, but you knew that wasn't true. He just wanted to feel an unfamiliar body underneath his.

You weren't sure how you ended up like this. When you first met Hyunjin he was sweet and caring, attentively listened to you while you complained about your bad day at work and massaged away all the soreness in your muscles. You can't remember the last time he's taken you out to dinner or bought you flowers. Now you were just his escape from his nagging wife.

You put up with the constant shame and guilt you felt for being with someone who already had their someone, because you thought that maybe his love for you would grow and that maybe someday Hyunjin would realize that you're the one he wants to spend every waking moment with and not someone else. But as your love for him grew your patience shrunk until one day you snapped.

Hyunjin was collecting his things after he had finished what he came here for, which was to get his dick wet and nothing more. "I won't see you again after tonight."

Hyunjin stopped in his tracks and stared at you with wide eyes. "What do you mean by that?"

"I mean I deserve more than this. I deserve to have someone's full attention and all of their heart." You held yourself together, determined not to cry Infront of him. He doesn't deserve your tears.

"Baby, what are you even talking about?" He knelt down in front of you and placed his hand on your shaking knees. "Of course, I love you."

"No, you don't," You shook your head. "You love my body, you love having someone at your disposal, someone you can use only for your own pleasure. If you loved me even in the slightest there wouldn't be another woman getting the treatment that I crave so fucking much." All the emotion you've kept stuffed away finally revealed itself in the form of a single tear running down your cheek.

It was silent for a long time before Hyunjin spoke. "I'll leave her." You snapped your head up so fast that it hurt. "If that's what you want than I'll do it." The way he worded it as if it was your choice whether his marriage ended or not made you sick to your stomach, but you couldn't deny that you felt a flutter of hope in your chest that maybe this didn't have to end after all. But you're smarter than that. He says this now, but he doesn't mean it, and even if he did you wouldn't be able to sleep at night knowing that a woman who did nothing wrong was out there most likely crying herself to sleep while your warm and safe in the love of her life's arms.

"No, be with her. I'll be okay." That was a complete lie but even after everything he's done, you still don't want him to worry about you.

"Please don't do this to me. I love you and I want to be with you. He held on to your legs tighter.

"Funny, isn't that what you told her when you vowed in front of God and everyone that your love for her would be eternal." His mouth snapped shut and his hands left your legs before he stood. He leaned down and before you could register what was happening his lips were on yours. You immediately reciprocated, leaning forward and pressing yourself closer into him. He was so intoxicating, the way his tongue glided with yours so smoothly had you in a trance; you snapped out of it when he placed his right knee on the bed beside you and started pushing you backwards. "No!" you shoved him away. He stumbled backwards but regained his balance quickly. "I'm not doing this with you, Hyunjin. I can't do this anymore, its wrong."

"Since when do you have morals?" His voice was louder this time, he was pissed.

"I've always had them, but I put them aside because I love you!" It was your turn to stand up and look him square in the face. "But the longer we do this the more I realize that this isn't love, its obsession and its toxic. You never loved me Hyunjin you were curious about infidelity, and I was an easy target because my standards were so fucking low that I actually settled for you."

"Fuck this, I don't have to sit here and listen to you degrade me like this." He grabbed his bag and left, but not without slamming the door behind him.

~

The past month has been hell. After laying in your bed for an entire week you decided to pack up all of Hyunjins things and throw them out, the smell of him that was radiating off of them was making you sick to your stomach every time you walked in the room. And then you went to the mall to treat yourself to a new outfit, you wanted something that didn't have any memories of him attached to it. A trip to your favorite coffee shop followed after that. you hadn't been her in a while and you missed the smell of fresh espresso as you walked in the door.

After getting yourself your favorite -a butter pecan macchiato and a small triple chocolate brownie (they were out of doughnuts)- You sat in the best spot in the entire shop, in a little booth in the corner right next to the window, where you could watch the leaves that had no color left in them fall to the ground only to get trampled over by the passing pedestrians. The leaves reminded you a lot of yourself in a way, but you hoped you never had to fall again.

"Hi," a voice pulled you out of your thoughts. You turned to find yourself looking up at a very handsome young man. His hair was blonde, and it came down to his shoulders. he had an apron on, and a big smile plastered across his face, little freckles decorated his cheeks. "I saw you bought one of the brownies, it's a new recipe I tried, and I wanted to ask if you enjoyed it."

"Oh," You blinked up at him. "Um yeah it's really good, maybe my new favorite."

"Oh, thank god," He let out a sigh of relief. "I was worried that it wouldn't be any good. See a couple of the ingredients I use were sold out, so I had to substitute-" He stooped in the middle of his sentence. "I'm sorry, I'm rambling. I tend to do that a lot."

"No, it's okay," You huffed out a laugh. He was so cute. "Now I'm curious about what ingredients were sold out." You joked.

He smiled widely at you and stretched his hand out. "I'm Felix."

You hesitated but took his hand anyway. "Nice to meet you, Felix."

PART TWO HERE

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[jacaerysgf]

Shots

summary: you’ve been best friends with jacaerys since you were children but due to his recent girlfriend you two have barely spent anytime together. You two are forced back into the same space when you attend cregan starks party and tensions rise

r.q: Nothing specific but please give more modern jace w smut. Your work is so gooddd 😩

w.c: 2k

c.w: porn with a little plot, a little angst, modern!college!cregan, modern!college!jace x reader, cregan the miracle worker, oral (f!receiving), protected sex (WRAP IT UP!), not proofread

a.n: i have a couple requests im supposed to get done before this but when i saw this in my inbox it wouldn't leave my mind 😭 love you guys hope you enjoy 🫶

You didnt want to come to this party tonight but cregan had practically begged you to come.

‘i dont know cregan.’ you had told him while walking out of your shared lab class. ‘oh come on itll be fun,’ he pauses and thinks for a moment before having a devious grin on his face. ‘if youre worried about it i promise you wont see jace. he said hes busy’ you eye him and he swears hes not lying so you shrug and tell him sure you’ll be there leading him to hug you before running off.

its not like you hated jacaerys, you couldnt the two of you are best friends. Well you're currently unsure of how the two of you stand, his current girlfriend seemed so determined to be rid of you and you didn't want to get in the way you backed off not wanting her to feel uncomfortable but its since left you feeling strange.

You should feel happy for him, he's found someone he seems to like but instead you’re left with a sharpness in your chest anytime you think about him and someone else. You like him. No maybe you love him but he clearly doesn't seem to like you like that so you can never tell him that. You're happy he isn't at this party and is busy doing whatever he’s doing. You decided you need to take your mind off him, you can keep yourself stuck in your head over this and you certainly cant be crushing on a taken man.

Now youre stuck talking with this guy, something Lannister you don't even know his name, but he seems more than eager to be talking with you and for that a part of you is grateful you didn’t have to work to hard to get a guys attention.

“Wheres the bathroom?” “Ill take you to one.” He grabs your hand harshly and begins to lead you to the staircase. You tug at the hand hes stuck holding and attempt to get him to let go telling him you dont need him to hold you. He says something about it just being quicker and you should just follow him. This rings alarms in your head and now your gripping the rail and forcefully trying to get out of his grip. “get the fuck off me!” “just shut the fuck up and come with me.”

“What the fuck do you think your doing man?” Your eyes widen in shock at his voice as the lannister scoffs at him, “just trying to take the lady to the restroom velaryon.” “she doesn't wanna go with you man let her go. and theres not a bathroom up there.” He walks up to the other guy and shoves him back his hand lets go of yours and with your new freedom and you quickly put a distance between you two. The lannister mumbles some shit under his breath and ends up walking upstairs alone, “she isnt even worth it.”

“are you okay?” jace quickly rushes back over to you and grabs your hand check it looking at you alarmed. “im okay thank you jace.” He lets out a sigh of relief and takes a step back running a hand through his hair. You just stare at him and your heart races, god hes so hot wearing just a pair of shorts and an open white button up with his whole chest out, the necklace you had given him for his birthday a couple years ago sits nicely on his chest, his hair is wet and even so is his chest leading you to realize he had been out in the pool. He was at this fucking party. Cregan that fucking asshole. “i thought you weren't coming.”

He tilts his head at you and shakes his head, “who told you that?” “Cregan.” He hums and turns away for a second mumbling some stuff under his breath you swear you hear something about cregan being an ass before turning back to you. “He must have gotten the dates mixed up.” All you can do is nod and play with your fingers, its awkward. You have never felt awkward around jace so this was different, of course your own feelings have to come around and ruin everything. While you look down at your hands you dont notice that hes just staring at you with a starry eyes. “You want a drink?”

You look up at him and you feel hot finally noticing his gaze on you, “sure.” The two of you make your way to the kitchen where you walk past cregan who gives you a wink as you walk by that fucking asshole, what was he even trying to do? As you watch jace you cant help yourself, “hows… oh whats her name?” you mumble the last part under your breath unable to even remember the poor girls name. He just hums and hands you a cup, “Claire? Oh we broke up.” you gasp and look at him shocked, “oh my god im so sorry.” he smiles at you and shakes his head easily tossing the shot into his mouth. “She cheated on me, you know that guy mason,” “the guy in the photography course?” “yeah with him,” “he looks like her cousin,” “thats because he is her cousin.” you gasp in horror on of you hands flying to cover your mouth as you try not to laugh.

He laughs, and makes a fist to cover his mouth, all you can think about is how beautiful he is, “You can laugh you know its funny.” with his permission you dub over with a laugh and shake your head, “thats unbelievable.” “imagine my shock!” “Im still sorry by the way, thats really shitty.” He continues to look out in the distance as he takes other shot, “its alright love i was gonna dump her anyway.”

You take a sip from your cup and just watch him, “why? thought you liked her?” For the first time in awhile he looks over at you and you take notice of the affectionate look in his eyes as he smiled softly at you. “i realized i liked somebody else.” “Ah.” you look away and you feel him move closer to you and grab you chin to look at him. “You wanna know who?” “Jace..” Hes standing so close you can smell his cologne, his hand leaves you chin and runs down your arm. “Ive known her for a long time but i only just realized how much i love her, I’ve been a fool.”

You kiss him, reaching your hands to cup his cheeks, he deepens the kiss his hands grabbing your waist to pull you closer to him pressing you directly against him. You dont know how long youve been standing there just kissing him, when you two pull away to take a breath you can hear a get a room from someone who walks by and you remember youre just standing in some random guys kitchen and press your head into his neck. “this is so embarrassing.” he just laughs and presses a kiss to the top of your head. “You wanna come back to mine?” His implications are very clear to you especially as you feel his hardness pressing against you, you nod.

Not even thirty minutes later he had you laid out bare on his bed, his mouth latched onto your clit leaving you desperately clinging onto his hair as you throw your head back, “jace.” he hums as he brings one of his hands down to play with your folds as his other stays firmly on your stomach pressing you down onto the mattress.

as you get closer your hands stray from his hair and fist the newly washed sheets under you as you continue to call out his name. you've been with a couple guys in the past but none pf them compared to how jace had been making you feel, none of them made you quiver and shake when you came like he did. he mouth finally detaches from you and he sits up looking at you while licking his lips. “That good?” You slap his chest and continue to take some deep breaths, “fuck you.” “i will i promise.”

His shirt and shorts had been thrown off somewhere, probably out laying in his hallway along with your clothes. He quickly slides a condom on before climbing on top of you so his necklace is dangling in front of you. “You good?” you nod at him and he kisses down your neck and leaves kisses all over your breasts. “Need you jace.”

“you need what baby?” you groan as you feel him push his dick between you fold lightly rubbing up and down. “Please jace.” “what is it? tell me and ill do anything for you.” He looks at you expectantly and you let out a strained moan as you begin to beg him, “please fuck me jace please please.” he hums happily and quickly readjusts himself, “You only needed to ask baby.”

You feel like your heart is about to burst out of your chest as he thrusts into you, as your hands grip his his back and running down it as he continues to thrust, thats definitely going to leave a mark. but based on the hiss and groans he lets out that tells you he likes it.

You swear youve never felt so good, he continues to hit the deepest and sweetest parts of you. He fucks you so fast and hard you're shocked the bed under you stays intact, he brings one of his hands down to your clit and your hands dig into his lower back and you cant help but press your head to his shoulder. “Jace fuck jace.” your mouth his muffled against his skin but he acknowledges you by bringing his lips to yours into a harsh kiss matching the thrusts of his hips. “Wanted this for so long jace.” he groans and you swear he somehow begins to move faster, “me too baby me too, now that i have you ill never let you go,” he licks at the sweat that has dripped his way to you neck and his hands move to grip your waist, “gonna fuck you everyday, i promise fuck best pussy in the world.”

You whimper at his words and your head is once against pressed against his shoulder, “im so close.” “cum for me baby please i need to feel it,” he hisses as he feels you bite into his shoulder and his eyes rolls back into head, “im right behind you fuck cum please.”

“i love you.” the words leave you easily as you cum. He cums at the sensation of you releasing, “fuck i love you.” leaving him twitching and still as he huffs and puffs, out of breath. he pulls out with a hiss and lets out an apology as he sees you wince, he climbs out of bed and makes his way to the bathroom, getting rid of his condom and coming back with a towel cleaning you and him up before climbing into bed next to you.

“fuck that was good.” the two of you laugh and you roll yourself to look at him. “did you mean it?” he hums and draws shapes on your stomach, “mean what?” “that you love me?” He looks at you with a dumbfounded look, “are you serious?” you rolls your eyes and try to turn away but he grabs you and pulls you close to him pressing your face against his chest, “of course i love you you idiot.” you smile and press a kiss on his chest before you fall asleep.

when you wake up the next morning and check you phone you see some text from cregan from last night.

‘saw you leave with jace just now 😁’

‘you’re welcome you bitch 🫶’

[fou4summer]

hii before i say my request i wanna mention that i stumbled across your distraction fic with karina and it was amazing! it was genuinely so good and i immediately followed you after reading it! can you write maybe something slightly similar but its giselle instead of karina? and also reader is 5th!member instead of girlfriend. plot could be that aespa comes home from dance practice and reader comes home crying bc she got shouted at multiple times by the dance teacher bc she wasnt doing the moves right. giselle lets reader suck her tits (in a kinda fluffy/cute way?) and you can add whatever you want after that if you'd like🙃 thank youu

omg love that request and tysmmmm for the support:)) I hope you like thissss

TO CHEER YOU UP ──── giselle x fem!reader

warnings: smut!, tit-fixation, nipple play, praising, crying, squirting

genre: smut

word counter: 1.2k

The dance practice was absolutely shit. You couldnt do your part, and it pissed you off so much you wanted to just cry.

“Girl take a little break its okay!” Ning said patting your back and smiling.

“Ugh I know its just that everything pisses me off and I just…I cant...” You mumbled placing your hands over your head.

Everyone else got their dance part right and you were just tired and pissed off at everyone. You wanted to take another break when the dance teacher raised her voice, telling you to stop taking breaks and to do the dance the way it should go, because they needed to finish that part today to start the new one tomorrow.

“I just need a break. Im really tired. I think thats why I cant get it quite right...” You mumbled, turning around.

“Y/N! Come back! We dont have time for your breaks every 10 minutes. We need to finish this and your bad movements today are not helping!” The choreographer yelled, making you flinch. The girls sighed at the yelling, also getting worried like it never usually got to this point.

“I— Im sorry…Yeah i'll…get back…and do better…” You mumbled, moving beside Giselle. You didnt really pay attention, but she had been staring the whole time and she just wanted to hold you and tell you that you did great in her eyes.

—

“Finallyyy overrrrr!!” Ning yelled as the whole group stepped out.

“Minjeongie want to go see that movie tonight?” Karina and Minjeong had already made their plans and Ning said she was going out to eat tonight. Giselle didnt mention anything, but she passed right by you, stopping next to you.

“I’ll go back to the apartment sweetheart…You okay?” She whispered, making you jump a little. Whats up with her all of a sudden? Giselle always talked flirty, but it never got to you...This time...It did and you didnt even know why. Maybe because it was just a bad day. Or because you got yelled at the whole practice.

“I’ll come home later. Just gonna go to the store…” You mumbled before rushing off before it closed.

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As you were walking back, you got a text from the dance teacher.

Y/N, you seriously need to get serious. Today was really disappointing from you.

You felt your eyes tear up reading the text. You didnt even know why you were so sensitive, but all the criticism got to you. You unlocked the door of your groups shared apartment. You just wanted to shower and cry yourself to sleep.

Thats when you saw her.

Giselle.

On the couch drinking wine, just in a crop top and shorts. You didnt even know why, but the tears instantly escaped.

“Woahhh Y/N hey…hey its okay…” She said standing up as you met her halfway, melting in her arms. Giselle was always the one who comforted you when it got tough, but this time it felt like more.

“Lets sit down yeah?” She spoke softly, still holding you tightly around your arms.

She sat down on the sofa, placing you in her lap and holding you like a child. You sobbed in her arms, mumbling how you couldnt do it.

“I cant any—anymore they’re so strict and I—I cant....I was t—tired and th—they yelled—” She cut you off by kissing your forehead, then your cheeks, like she was kissing the tears away and finally, your lips. Her lips were plump, tasting like cherries. Her hand caressed your cheek, wiping the tears away.

“Oh baby do you know how well you did? I couldnt take my eyes off you the whole practice…I wanted to shout back at her for yelling at you like that…” She said, gently pulling you closer. Your hand rested on her chest and you noticed her shirt was kind of see through and she wasnt wearing a bra.

“Oh…I know how I can cheer my baby up…” She noticed your stare and lifted her shirt, revealing her breasts. Your eyes widened as she still held you like you were her whole world.

“There you go my sweetheart suck…” She whispered, placing your hand on her breast. You squeezed, making her sigh softly. You shifted in her lap, now straddling her, as you took her nipple into your mouth, gently squeezing the other.

“Thats right sweetie…You did so well at practice my sweet girl…” She softly caressed your hair, her praise and touch making you cry. You sucked her tits while tears streamed down your face. You'd never felt so loved, maybe it was just this moment, but you felt like you were worth something.

“Oh love…” She murmured, wiping your tears and kissing your forehead while you continued, lost in your own world.

“Tastes so sweet…” You mumbled into her chest, trying to lick both nipples at once, making Giselle chuckle.

“Babyyyy what are you doinggg…You look so dumbed out like that…” She felt herself getting wetter, but what she felt even more was how much you were. She placed two fingers over your clothed pussy, rubbing gently.

“F—Fuck…I—I…please Gi—Giselle…please touch me…” Tears slipped down your cheeks again, making her smile. You moaned loudly when she kept rubbing over your leggings.

“Keep sucking love…” She pushed your head back into her chest, making you even wetter that you felt like you might pass out. Her fingers sped up, making you squirm in her lap, your begging muffled by her breasts.

“I—Im close—!” You gasped. She kissed your neck, pushing your head further into her. You were so overstimulated and it felt so good.

“You look so pretty when you cry…My pretty baby…” She whispered, kissing your face and murmuring praises. Thats what pushed you over the edge—you collapsed as you came all over her fingers, squirting and soaking your leggings and her hand. You were too tired to react instantly.

“I—I’m sorry…” You mumbled, snuggling closer to her realizing after a few moments.

“For what baby…?” She asked softly kissing your neck.

“For making a mess…and crying…and everything…” You whispered, wiping your own tears.

“Dont ever apologize for something like that again…you hear me?” She took your face in her hands, making you smile and nod.

“Lets clean you up and get to bed…You're tired.” Giselle said, picking you up and carrying you to the bathroom.

–

You were lying in Giselles bed, under the covers, on top of her as she softly ran her fingers through your hair, making you sleepy.

“Goodnight love…Sleep well and dont stress…I’ll always be there for you…”

That night you got the best sleep of your life. The other members giggled at you two in the morning, taking pictures and sending them in your gc.

[dailyadventureprompts]

Hi there! I hope your having a wonderful day!

So i had a question, or more acuratly wanted to ask for some advice. Ive more or less recently started dming, mostly in the form of one-shots for my main group. And ive stumbled across the following issue: while i love the lore building and describing and rp-ing i really struggle with combat. I tend to get overwhelmed and forget about effects and skills, and struggle with coming up with 'battle tactics' (which is what our campaign dm suggested) or make it way to easy because i worry about the players being dissappointed by 'loosing'(eventhough they've mentiones they would love harder combat and would even be okay with a tpk if it was earned)

So do you happen to have any suggestions or ideas on how to practice running and organizing combat and/or scalling or ways to not get so overwhelmed?

(Im sorry if this isnt quite what you do, i just didnt really know who else to ask)

This is ABSOLUTELY what I do friend, every part of the dungeon mastering experience is worth talking about because that's how we improve.

If you're having trouble learning your way around combat you're more than justified: it's a whole second game, and strategic skirmish tactics requires a very different skillset compared to the collabrative storytelling rules you're just now getting a handle on.

First, lets talk about what combat in d&d is even FOR: Fights in d&d are really no different than any other challenge, they're a hurdle you as a DM employ to introduce drama to a narrative and engage your players, not all that different from a locked door or an obstinate NPC that needs to be convinced. The difference is that when you call initiative, you are shining a spotlight on the moment to moment decisions your party makes when time is limited and greatly raising the stakes: Seconds matter in combat, quick thinking matters, mistakes matter.

To use a simple example, recently I ran a road encounter where the party came across a gnomish merchant who's wagon had been attacked by predatory flightless birds. The question wasn't "can the party defeat the birds", I knew they could, the question was " Can the party defeat the birds before they eat this poor gnome who will be a friend/ally to them later"

The reason you're having problem with tactics and being worried about killing your party is that you're thinking about combat as its own isolated thing rather than a dramatic beat as part of a larger story. Most fights in D&D are NOT about attacking the party directly: Instead the baddies have something they want to accomplish (Take, devour, defend, slay) and it's a question of whether the heroes can stop them before they accomplish their mission. Combat only takes 2-4 rounds generally, which is a limited time for your players to put their thumbs on the scale and try to alter the course of events. Tactics are emergent out of goals, so think about what your minions would want to happen and how they would've gone about achieving it before the party comes by to wreckingball through their carefully laid plans.

Another example: An enemy force is attacking a castle the party are guests at, looking to secure hostages in preparation for a coup attempt by a rival noble. While the villains' over all job is to capture pieces, the initial wave of badguys are primarily concerned with slowing the party down to prevent them from interfering with the other attackers around the castle, meaning they'll fight defensively, potshots from cover and barring exits.

When you refocus the badguys' goals away from killing the players and towards things that push the plot in a particular direction (especially one the party would generally like to stop) you’ll have a clearer idea of what the enemies want to be doing, which not only helps you decide how they act, but also pick what enemies go into a fight.

If you're feeling totally overwhelmed another option would be to switch to a game system that focuses less on crunchy combat. It's drastic but everyone has game systems that fit better with their particular DMing style, especially in the early days when you're first developing. I'd highly recommend Forged in the Dark, or Powered by the Apocalypse systems, as they still have the punchy action-forward storytelling of d&d without having to manage much on the mechanics side.

[lynxiepancakes]

finally watched the bear s4

well i guess you could've guessed it by the many things i reposted lol. anyways, i have a looot to say (just keep in mind that some of the things im gonna say other tumblr posts said it one thousand times better than i did but yk!! just wanted to give my two cents)

i already had this doubt with s3 but with s4 i've become 90% certain that all the mental work/gymnastic done by the fandom when it comes to sydcarmy and other theories too, was either not intentional or scraped off as non important. i saw from s1 to s4 allegories and metaphors and color theory and composition DIE before my eyes just like character's growth and the development of the story/their bonds. they're growing stagnant, repeating past mistakes (which would be fine, relapsing is okay and human, but there's no reason to repeat this concept multiple times up to three whole seasons imo) and even the pacing felt wrong. what drew me in for the bear was the vibrancy of the kitchen, and even though toxic and absolutely dysfunctional, losing that intensity was absolutely a shame. the only moment i felt a sparkle of it back was with the scene of syd cooking with the purplish lights tbh.

like even the parallelism they tried to do between syd and carmy, like the nightmare scene, snow (syd) vs fire (carmy), were literally killed off the second for some god knows reason they HAD TO put richie there (example, the panic attaco behind the restaurant. that was something only syd and carmy had before they made it happen to richie too). This applies to the last episode too. it was literally going SO WELL it was so satisfying to finally see them talk it out and say all the things they didnt get to say for idk the whole fucking series, but for some reason they felt the need to let Richie in there and switch the topic up COMPLETELY. I'm not saying they did not have to have that conversation, they did - but it interrupted the flow, changed the pacing abruptly with no apparent reason and interrupted a chatartic moment for both the fans and the characters. like had you put it anywhere else i would've been interested in hearing what they had to say but precisely because they decided to had that moment after such an intense conversation between syd and carmy i got disinterested quickly. and also the sharing the cigarette moment oh so intimate between carmy and syd? nah now richie is in too so you can't call that ship content. do you realize what im talking about. im telling you they literally tried and kill off any shipping possibility for the sake of CONTINUING to push this clairecarmy plot that to be honest should've had its resolving in s3, but was smh prolonged to s4. and not only that but they try to show off our throat reasons as to why we are supposed to like claire (her being there for syd during her mbd, her being good with richie's kid) which to be honest only makes me dislike her more. the only moment i thought "omg she finally picked up her dignity off the ground" was when she interrupted the moment between her and carmy on the stairs and said that thing along the lines of "i hope you find your peace". literally they could've stopped it there, no longer show claire in the whole season and i would've been fine with her arc. instead they had to continue bringing her up and that shit was TIRING AF.

as someone else said but i can't remember whom, the fandom has just been able to pick up the breadcrumbs given to us and make actual stunning fics and fanarts because of their intelligence and creativity - but the fact they have been keeping it up with these mixed signals with no resolution, imo, is not because they're "building up the tension", but because they KNOW of the impact and how huge the sydcarmy side of the fandom is and are trying to not lose it while still pushing the narratives they actually want (aka clairecarmy). and im tired of playing along with this game. the story was good in s1. everything past it was unnecessary. they are trying to milk the cow for as long as possible because people are affectionated to the characters and will spend money to watch them - it has become another money machine with no actual interesting content in it. i can count on two hands the moments i felt meaningful from s2 to s4, and that is depressing. so, even though they clearly plan on doing a s5, im not going to watch it. its just not worth it. not if the whole time they give silly, superficial arcs to women (tina and natalie, like really?), not if they dont acknowledge what syd is going through (she still hasn't really opened up about how anxious and stressed out she is with anyone, and did not even actually reward her with a nominee like they did with marcus. like come on. all of a sudden six months in copenaghen and he's a prodigee?), not if i have to see claire on the screen for one more second, and not if they don't let carmy go to fucking therapy. that's what he needs not dropping the whole ass restaurant with debts and responsibilities on sydney's shoulders when it had always been his idea to make a new one.

to be honest i definitely have more to say but i still need to process everything so. anyways, just like i had said, i did well by not expecting anything. i was disappointed but not surprised.

[djevelbl]

HIIIIIIIII i went to watch the minecraft movie today!!! yayyyy!!!!!!

yap beneath the read more <3

it was fun! but sooooo bad. you dont get it it was TERRIBLE - not even in a "oh my god they dont even know what minecraft is" way but more in a "this is an insult to storytelling and writers everywhere" way. and im only kinda exaggerating /silly

like. the story was genuinely trying for a good spot in the minecraft speedrun leaderboards bc otherwise i cant comprehend WHY IN FUCK they were rushing that shit 😭😭 to the point that when the movie ended i turned to my mum going all "THAT WAS THE ENDING?????" bc i SWEAR i thought there was another half hour left. nope. they just rushed through the story

the whole thing there at the end with henry being all "oh no imma go back to the real world, im just not gonna let them take my creativity away!" was soooo shoehorned in, NOTHING in the fucking movie actually shows that henry came to that conclusion himself. garret wanting to go back also made no fucking sense to me???? like girllll wasnt he drowning in debts? why didnt he stay in the overworld like hellooooo???? y dónde está tu mentalidá 'e tiburón garbage man???????? like i genuinely dont know at what fucking point garret ever realized he had to be a better person - like okay. sure. he does admit that hes trash as a person and that hes a loser. it never really felt like he internalized any of that admission as motivation to become a better human though???????????? the movie just gave him the happy ending with none of the work done 😭😭😭

it really felt like the second they introduced steve that they wanted to go to the climactic final battle against the piglins. with absolutely none of the work done to like, earn that final battle?? ESPECIALLY WITH ALL THE EMOTIONAL STUFF they were so focused on making each adventure scene fun that they forgot they wanted to give the moral lesson of staying true to yourself and not letting anyone take your creativity away, so they kinda just..... put it in there?? with none of the emotional labor of showing the characters journey through the problems of real life that would make such a lesson not just a fitting ending for the journey but also a necessary ending ever happening. whats up with that how did they do that

back to the characters - steve was actually funny and camp. no complaints there from me. OOOOOOOOO BUT THE WOMEN!!!! I HAVE SOOOOOO MANY PROBLEMS WITH THE WOMEN more accurately, i have problems with the fact that theres a total of FOUR. FOUR (4) WOMEN IN THE MOVIE, WHERE 2 OF THEM DO JACKSHIT FOR THE STORY (despite being iconic natalie and dawn never stop being you i love you idc that a whole theater worth of misogynists boo'd you once they dont know what fun is), ONE OF THEM IS BOTH THE VILLAIN AND NOT EVEN HUMAN (ily malgosha youre sooooo funny. i hope u get to stab steve in the afterlife babygirl <3) AND THE LAST ONE IS RELEGATED TO THE B-PLOT (marlene youre insane. i hope you have crazy fun with your nitwit villager husband <33) LIKE WHAT THE FUCK IS UP WITH THAT????? HELLO????????????? genuinely sad. genuinely angering. they were all my favorites and if i see any one of you people calling them names or insulting them in any way ill kill you on sight <33 they did no wrong and deserve the world. fuck everyone else in the movie i only need natalie dawn malgosha and marlene in this life <3333

like GRGRGRGRGRGRGRRG i wanted to rip someone's throat out when i saw natalie and dawn doing nothing in that final battle against the piglinssss 😭😭😭 i mean. natalie kinda just... stood there. and dawn called the wolf army which disappeared off screen in like 37 seconds. they got done so dirtyyyyyyyy :(((((( im really really sad cuz both of them are sooooo interesting as characters!!!!!!! dawn is an overworked woman who's managed to keep her joy and whimsy with her about life even through the tiring responsibilites of being an adult! and natalie is a young woman recently moved into a new town where she knows no one and has custody of her younger brother due to their mother not being physically present!!!!! they couldve done something interesting with that!!!!!!!! make them bond over the fear of messing up and having those who rely on you judge you for that!! make dawn share some of her struggles she went through when she was natalies age and give her wisdom and advice!!!! instead we got a convo that barely showed a fraction of who these two are and what we couldve ahd, and the women are gone for all the ACTUALLY PLOT RELEVANT parts of the story after that. what if i tore the throat out of the writer who decided that. what if i did that.

like. i thought i would hate dawn and natalie from the trailer. i thought theyd be obnoxious and annoying. the instead i fucking love them and i wish they couldve had more involvement in the search for the earth crystal instead of Being Forced Apart from the group by The Narrative. the trailer paints them horribly

uhhhh tldr: the movie was fun. the story was shit. justice for natalie and dawn. marlene stole every scene in the movie and now i want a sequel just to see natalie dawn and marlene again,,,,,,,,,,

[fandomstickyy]

Watching A Movie With A Rape Scene

Angst/COMFORT

18++ MDNI

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CW: mentions of rape, NOTHING GRAPHIC, comfort from these menzes

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Au: I'm a bit of a film nerd so I'm always looking for indie/low budget bangers and a few movies I've seen have straight up r#pe scenes! Idk why I terrorize myself. Thought of these scenarios to ease the pain 💀. ANYWAY this post is probably super random but I've seen a lot of wild fics on here so whatever it's not too bad.

It's all fluff!! <3. Take care of yourselves !! Don't read if you're not up for it

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Deku

° wants to turn the movie off completely

°is super mad if the scene feels unnecessary to the plot. Really sensitive ab it. Even if it makes sense for the plot he's still mad.

°Rethinks his opinion on the entire movie

° if you don't wanna watch it anymore then he is zooming around to get snacks and put on something cute and/or comforting.

°"you want an extra blanket? We have chocolate you want chocolate??"

°"izuku please sit down, I'm okay."

°very touchy the rest of the night. Almost as if physically apolozing for you having to see that 🥺. Touches are light and needy

Bakugo

° he's REALLY uncomfortable

° I mean it goes to say they all are BUT he seems like the guy to freeze up at first

° mind RACING

°body stiff

° 0-100 instant stress. Just thinking "UGH WTF! I didn't know this shit was in the movie when I picked it out! I hope she knows i didnt know" "👀 damn do I turn it off!? Would that be weird ??" "Is she uncomfortable-"

°he'll blurt smth out about the @ssaulter being a piece of shit or smth.

°he pays a lot of attention to how your reacting to his statement. Wants to make it clear that he would NEVER think that's okay. He can be rough around the edges even sharp at times but he would never cross that boundary w you or anyone else nor does he think that's okay (goes w all of them but I feel bakugo knows he's a little more aggressive than the rest I can see him being a little insecure that anyone would possibly THINK he would sympathies with or do smth so shameful and cruel)

° if he sees you're really affected by the scene, he will pull up every reason that the movie is "actually trash" and that the filmmakers are "demented"

° would turn it off if you're really not feeling the movie anymore

Kirishima

°similar to bakugo there's an instant panic. It's that tense in their muscles, that shift in their eyes to you, to the tv, to you, to the wall.

°there's more hesitation with kirishima because he wants to protect you but doesn't want to treat you like your some kid that can't protect themself

°back and forth, back and forth, back-

°"He- hey baby I don't think your eyes need to see that, right??" Reaching to fast-forward with an awkward laugh which makes you laugh hard

°why this man can't stop stutterin ????

°you adore the way he's so caring about it but the act was just too wholesome not to laugh

°"What?? C-comeon I don't want you to see that. .. it's not beautiful.. and you should only witness things that are beautiful .." (BRUH PLEASE-)

°holds you tight the rest of the movie

°giving small kisses on your head, arms, shoulder

° when the movie is over, just wants to hold you close for a moment in silence

° maybe asks if if you're okay after seeing that even though he fastforwarded through

Denki

°instant reaction

°covers your eyes !!

° "LALALA!! how was your day baby??"

° closes his eyes too!

° he might as well just fast forward or smth, but he kinda just dived over to you before thinking ab it <3.

°yall 100% get caught up in the conversation, hands over your eyes and everything. Maybe he brings up a funny moment when yall were hanging w friends recently or the way the bathroom door looks like it has a face and he's judgey and his name is Willfred the III

°laugh until you snort when yall realize the r#pe scene is over and has BEEN over

°bored w the movie anyway and change it to Shrek

[one-strugling-bean]

So.

I finished the 4th season (MAG #160)

......I'm unwell

(part 3 of my Magnus Archives experience)

Ahhhhh where do i even start???? Ok, ok I think I'll start with the lesser things

First off, right off the bat, RIP Tim. More than ever, now I know he didn't have to die and I am so so sad he did..... Flirty boi deserved so much better u^u

Martin collected many moments of badassery throughout the 3rd and 4th seasons. Im so proud of his growth. Not him burning statements and snipping back at Elias - ahhhhhh he was so coooool, I wish someone else was there so that they could tell him! And when he made Fairchild sit back down to finish answering Martin's questions, I swear I got chills!!

Anyway. I continue being a fierce Martin fan, nothing new there

What is new is my newfound adoration for Daisy. Seriously. She's my baby now. Idc what happens or who dies, she needs to end this story okay :'))))

No, im 200% serious, if Daisy doesn't survive to the end, im def going to cry. Because i can totally see her being the "sacrifice herself so that everyone else will have a chance" type.

I swear she was the only one holding the brain cell power this season –  and FINALLY, someone who's not Martin is not being a bitch to Jon!!!

I wasn’t even expecting Jon to be able to bring her back. Much less for them to become supportive avatar besties! I’m so glad the writer decided to take that turn with her. It’s really satisfying from a narrative standpoint to have Daisy of all people do a whole 180 on her standpoint with Jon.

Idk, i just really liked her this season. She deserves all the hugs. So she gets a meme :)

Basira, on the other hand, fell a bit for me, but i think that was kind of the point. She was fierce and stony and nearly zero compassionate, – very Gertrude-ish of her –  but after everything that’s happened, i can't really blame her :/

Im just here praying to everything that the cop ladies can get a modicum of a happy ending

And just so I round up the gang, im scared for Melanie... She is now blind and also has (had?) a monster as a therapist. And Georgie doesn't feel fear which makes them even less likely to sense danger if it comes for them. I hope they're able to push through whatever season 5 throws at them

Okay. So only Jon is lef now. What can i say about him tho?? I mean, i can say he's been going through it.

Like, I spent my whole time hearing this podcast lowkey making fun of him for collecting beatdowns from pretty much every character - AND IT TURNS OUT IT WASN’T EXACTLY JOKING MATTER AND WAS ACTUALLY PLOT RELEVANT??

WHAT IS THIS SORCERY AND WHY IS IT MAKING ME FEEL BAD FOR VOICES ON MY PHONE??

I just feel so bad for Jon. The guy did not deserve all of this. He really was a lamb to the slaughter—a poor wet cat, an eternal damsel in distress, the Antichrist…?

That last statement from Elias/Jonah is so good tho. Like, objectively. I love it. Not only does it take the listener in a nice little trip down memory lane - nostalgia is always fun - but its also just. So evil.

They really gave us such a sweet start – Martin and Jon bunking together in a cabin in Scotland(?) seemingly happy and it's all "uwu, they sho cute, yada yada- and then BAM!! APOCALYPSE HAS BEGUN!"

(i could literally be here for hours coming up with titles for Jon. he makes it too easy.)

Elias though...... I was spoiled that he was Jonah Magnus halfway through season 2 or so, so the reveal wasn't a big deal for me. I wonder how shattering it was for listeners when it first dropped though... At least he upped his villainy cred this season. Suits him better than the "unbothered neutral/evil stand-by" vibe he gave before.

And one last character thing, I fell in love with Peter so quickly. His lines were all gold and his delivery even more so. He just had that unflappable vibe to him. Like he didnt have a care in the world.

Oh, and him and Elias totally had ex-wives who spent the last 10 years fighting about who gets what in the divorce energy.

No, i will not elaborate.

Uhhhhh yeah. I grew to appreciate Helen more and more every time they showed up. Simon Fairchild was surprisingly fun for an old man, Gerry deserved the freaking world (thank you so much Jon for burning that page) and i think that’s kinda it on my favorite “creatures and associates”

Im super excited for this last stretch. i wonder if TMA will stick the landing. I sure hope it does, and honestly trust it will.

Anywayyyyyy, off i go for those last 40 episodes. Wish me luck!

Finish testimony, or whatever

[trxstiezz]

Hey! Can I request a fluff with Bill and a fem!reader, they're both famous and the story takes place in 2008, please ? (Abt the plot : it's their first date and they're a bit scared abt being caught etc...) Bye bye 💞

Bill Kaulitz 🎤

First date ❣️

Hii!! Tysm for requesting this hope you like it 🫶🏼 xx a bit short but i hope u enjoyy!!

Bill x fem!reader

Fluff!

You were currently looking in the mirror at your outfit, hoping it looked good enough to impress bill, you had met one night at a party where his band mates and him were at and you eventually started talking all night long.

You both had alot in common and got along great, which was why he had asked you out on a date hoping to get to know you better, and you accepted.

You sighed thinking it was good enough as you looked at the time, “shit..” you said grabbing a long brown coat, putting it on and heading to the car your assistant set up for you.

It wasnt anything nice which was perfect, seeing as you didnt want paparazzi ruining your date.

You got in the backseat as the driver closed the door for you, saying thank you and quickly got in himself, driving away to the restaurant.

Once you arrived you thanked the driver and went in, looking around seeing if youd spot bill anywhere.

Once you scanned the room you spotted him and walked over with a smile on your face. “Hello there stranger.” You said jokingly.

“Hi! You made it finally, you look so gorgeous!” He said, standing up and giving you a quick hug. You chuckled and hugged him back with a slight blush on your face, sitting down.

“Thanks you look really good too.” You said a bit shy, he chuckled and nodded saying thank you with a big smile on his face.

“Was your ride here okay?” he said looking around, you nodded. “Yes it was pretty good, i think we should be okay, how about yours?” You said resting your arms on the table also looking around.

“It was good! I sent my brother around so paparazzi could follow him instead so they couldnt crash our date but hey you can never be too careful right?” He said chuckling softly.

“No yeah, i get it i mean if someone notices you they almost immediately notify the press or something.” You said chuckling, “but lets try to not let them ruin this alright?” You told him, smiling hoping to get him to relax a bit.

He nodded as you two talked until you ordered your food and drinks, still continuing to talk even while you received your meals.

You chuckled, “thats sweet bill” You said as he nodded, laughing as well, “i was about 12 i just wanted to do something nice for my cousin, so you know i dressed as santa claus.” He said with a slight tint of pink on his cheeks.

You giggled, “its cute!” you said smiling. Once you finished eating, you had both went on and on talking about so many things, such as your career’s, how they both took off and most things alot of people didnt know. It was nice to talk to someone and you had already felt a connection with him.

You were a bit nervous as the thought of the paparazzi catching you guys together crossed your mind. Bill noticed this and placed his hand on yours, “hey dont worry, whatever happens happens, ya know it wont matter what anyone says. Its our business and no one elses.” He said with a reassuring smile.

You smiled back and thought how cute he sounded, “you’re right. Thanks bill that made me feel much better!” You said blushing a bit, no one that you have gone out with had said anything like that to you, they would usually just ignore you after and never talk to you again, some would brag and share things that werent true just for the fame.

“Wanna get out of here?” You said grinning, “i know a quiet place where the paparazzi or just anyone wouldnt be able to find us.”

He nodded, “sure, thatd be great!” You smiled and left a tip on the table as you both walked out of the restaurant, hand in hand.

You did look around a bit out of habit of not wanting to get caught, but you felt okay as you had just spent the most amazing evening with the most amazing boy you have ever met.

You both were okay that day, not getting caught thankfully but by your fourth date you had been caught, but you both were okay with it because you had hung out alot and became very close, eventually admitting eachothers feelings for the other.

Even if you had your worries, as did he you both made it work out and thats all that mattered.

[anonymous-dentist]

GOD I LOVE YOUR AU ok question time

- who is in the federation of heros? What founded the federation? Are they powered like cellbit?

- how is cellbit one of the first few born? I feel theres a science experiment plot caught in this and he broke containment. I wonder if he found this out due to being able to scare himself, and that fear immediately projecting to others, making THEM just as scared. Id imagine hed be diagnosed with severe paranoia/etc and then like. Oh SHIT its not. That. Oh fuck.

- what was that leadup that made him a supervillain? Something so minuscule yet so big as fear, to be considered one of the high villains of the city is insane. Some people would probably laugh it off an say physical destruction was scarier than mental, until they see what he actually does.

- who did he murder?????? I wonder if it was someone who defied the "everyones fears projected back to them" ability. Someone unaffected by this, like maybe their own ability counteracted it. One of the federations lower ranked heros attacked... as a citizen... i feel theres more than meets the eye here..... but of course it ended with murder. I feel there could be done with something of luzu and his look alike there.

- i still keep thinking about breaking dawn and how forever is also considered richas's dad, and just thinking about it being kinda switched in this scenario. Cellbit walked into forevers life again an now richas has another dad to annoy the piss out of. Though i do feel him an jaiden would be at each others throats in investigation. She would totally be a foh member to me. He tries to take down them through HER.

- why jaiden? Shes probably the most visible with her apparent ability. I imagine her having hummingbird like abilities. Flying at such a fast rate it can change the force of wind itself, etc etc etc (running on coffee an headaches atm sorrie) but she KNOWS something. She knows the foh is fucked up. She knows its dictating the definition of right an wrong, but she doesnt have the power (YET!!!!!!) to kill them from the inside out.

- heros who are seen as the light amongst the city, vigilantes who are the underbelly of a growing problem/an antibiotic refusing to kill the infection, and singular villain who wants to put a stop to it for all. God. I am jn love with this au im sorry can u tell

- and then theres fucking SPIDER MAN. nobody knows who he may work for since, by the logic of q city, if your a vigilante, your working for someone else directly related to the foh, and being sponsored as such. But theres no calling for spiderman, theres even active "have you seen this person" signs around the city, marking them as a non verbalized threat to the standing of foh. Cellbits key.

- now he needs to convince his friends to help him find spiderman. For....... research. Yes. Totally. He wishes to interview spiderman in hopes to figure out "who he works for", which not really. Hes not the best at lying, nor was he really trying. He wants to crack down the foh to its rotten core.

- he even tries to ask roier for help at some point, right? He talks about the signs around the city, says its a shame that hes on a watch list- and how he swings around to actively web heros against the walls to stop them from hurting another person.

- and its convinent theyre on a coffee date (cellbit didnt even notice, roier did, an hes just awkwardly like... hahahahabah thats really weird why would spiderman stop him but also yeah i get that- why would thet get rid of MY hero <:((("

- cellbits subconsciously like. Shit. Pretty boy is pouting about the vigilante. More reason to find the motherfucker.

SORRY ITS SO LONG ENJOY THE RAMBLEEEE

WOW OKAY so let’s see:

1. It’s a lot like the Federation from the canon qsmp, but it’s also more overtly focused on ‘Protecting the City’ from superpowered threats. It stepped in to fill the shoes of the former police state, and by getting rid of the majority of police officers it both opened up opportunities for villains (and thus heroes and thus the Federation) and for heroes (see: previous parentheses.) The founder is anonymous, a “Mister Duck”.

2. I’m actually lowkey playing by MHA rules. Basically, at some point a couple of decades ago, kids started being born with superpowers. It was the more obvious ones that were discovered first, like a girl in France being born with little duck wings. Cellbit’s ability is less obvious, but his parents were constantly overly worried about him because babies and children are always very very scared of everything. Eventually he realized what was up when he was around nine or ten, but he didn’t really tell anybody because even back then he knew that he would “get in trouble” for it.

3. As for villainy, it was an accident. He needed money after his parents died (of sudden heart attacks, and he pretends he doesn’t know what that actually means), and he isn’t a very intimidating guy on his own, so he kinda… helped himself out a little. And it worked super well, so he kept doing it. And he kept doing it. And then he started going a bit overboard with it and the people he was robbing started dying, too.

4. And as for the murder, Cellbit and the hero were both civilians when they got into an argument. The hero, new to the whole thing, ended up using their ability and actually attacked him. He attacked back, notably without using his ability, and he accidentally killed them. The Feds were NOT happy about this, so they messed with the court proceedings and got him sent to prison for three years. But, hey, at least he got therapy there?

5 and 6. Jaiden is 100% working with the Federation in this au. She and Spider-Man are taking very different approaches to what is fundamentally the same issue here. I think her ability is more parrot-y, but she does work for them now. (It’s a very recent development.)

8-10. Spider-Man is a fan-favorite and the Federation does NOT appreciate him ruining their image!! And he knows that he isn’t well liked by them at the moment, and he doesn’t care because it’s fine if Spider-Man dies. He has a job to do, and he is going to do it.

11-end. And it’s a good thing that Cellbit is such a big Spider-Man fan! It’s something Roier thinks they can use to bond. Definitely. Bonding.

…Can you tell superhero aus are my guilty pleasure lol

[inevitablestars]

hi linds I'm really frustrated watching rn <3 so I would love to hear your thoughts on the current love island couples if you would like to share (don't worry about spoiling)

hiiii yes absolutely i have thoughts!!! okay going through current couples:

JaNa & Kenny: honestly top tier at this point. i love jana she knows shes hot and i love that for her! kenny actually treats her well and talks about her so highly and is just happy to be in a couple with her

Leah & Miguel: theyre okay. i really like leah because she owns up to her shit and also doesnt take shit from other people. and like miguel is okay compared to other people she's been with before... but mostly i just like her

Serena & Kordell: serena puts him in his place!!! she knows what she deserves and wont settle for less!!! kordell is genuinely so stupid but not in a malicious way so when he gets proved wrong hes like oh, right yeah youre right. and then moves on. i think they could totally last and i think theyre cute together. i also like the slow burn they went through bc serena wasnt ever really with anyone else but just needed to get to know kordell before trusting him and fully leaning into being a couple and thats so fair

Kaylor & Aaron: toxic!!!! aaron is sooo full of himself and will act like he takes accountability (referencing casa amor, get ready for this drama) but doesn't fully do that and leaves so much out and doesn't care at all when it ends up hurting kaylor. and kaylor keeps going back! its insane like she deserves better but shes so stuck on how aaron was earlier in the season that she wont open up to anyone else or realize how bad he is

Daniela & Rob: theyre... fine. i dont love how daniela switched over to rob so quickly when aaron was done with her and also the way rob just accepted that? like rob is awful but great for entertainment purposes but like them as a couple are so superficial and won't last. they're there still to egg on the aaron and kaylor drama but thats all

Nicole & Kendall: i hate kendall. he is the worst type of guy that acts like he's so nice and friendly and good with the girls and the guys but is. awful. the way he encourages all of the guys at casa and comes back and is confused why the girls are all mad at him??? also the way he talks about nicole is possessive and i dont like it theyre not even Official and she's not an object. i hate him!!!!! nicole could do so much better

Sierra & Harrison: (just happened!! caine is gone) why is sierra still here :/ im not at all interested in her bc she was a casa girl... like sorry but you were a plot device and we didn't sign up for you to get a spin off!! and harrison was on last season (i didnt watch usa last year im usually a uk guy so idk anything about him) but im not at all invested in them as a couple. i wouldve loved to see harrison break up nicole and kendall in the recoupling or even daniela and rob but instead he's with sierra and i hope they get the least votes from last night and go home

actually i want kendall to go home. i hope this vote leads to a recoupling where the two or three lowest voted couples are at risk and the guys pick a girl to go home and the girls pick a guy to go home. its one of my fav ways they do it because like its better than picking their own (like when andrea went home and the leah drama got intense again) but it might be too late in the season for that and it might just be lowest voted couple goes home

[maxinethevampirequeen]

LIS DE left me feeling weird? SPOILERS!!!

so i just finished the new life is strange game and wooo its defo the weakest in the series there will be spoilers in this so idk read if you wanna i just need to get this off my chest somewhere (also sorry in advance if stuff does not make sense this is just for me lol)

so the game opened really well i think the first 2 chapters that i got to play like 2 weeks ago because of the early access did get me hooked and i was really interested in who killed safi but that almost instantly lost its spark around the end of chapter 3 i think

safi being revealed to have powers is cool i think but i dont like how it kinda completely drops the murder plot for this weird revenge story for a character i hardly know thats been dead way before the game starts???

like cool i guess i care about safi so i want to help thats fine but how we never really get and answer for why max shot safi the first time idk if i missed it or whatever and how the detective guy was just kinda use as a fake threat to set up max to be scared of touching the other version of herself which instantly dosent matter because they fall and grab each other??? like why did he even have to die then also the fact that your choice to save him or let go does nothing he dies either way

and dont even get me started on how chloe is just teased through out the ENTIRE FUCKING GAME and then just fucking used as sequel bait!!!!! i really really like some parts of the game but i also really really dislike a lot of the parts

its not that i dont think the game is worth playing i think its okay but like ughhh it feels like the game was writen by a person who didnt play any other life is strange games and does not know anything about any of the characters

if this game was just a shitty sequel to life is strange 1 where we do gay shit with chloe i will admit i would have gobbled that shit up no matter how shitty the writing as long as the characters feel like the characters they were in the first game

i know max is older but god she does not seem like max at all its like we are playing a shell of max and the only thing that ties her to the old max is the very rare reminders of chloe and then they have the AUDACITY to have chloe text you at the end of the game!!!

like they know how much these characters mean to people and it just feels so fucking weird to not have the interact at all! they even have this thing half way through the game where max almost calls chloe! its like they were writing the game and were like

"this shit sucks lets dangle hope of a chloe interaction so they keep playing" because i think it really falls apart around the end i was really just waiting for it to end around half way through chapter 5

i really think the game is pretty and like a step up from the older games (obv its like 10 years newer lol) i really dont wanna sound like just a hater because i did enjoy most of my time with the game and as much as i wish it had been someone else and not max

i'm glad she's back because she is my favorite lis character! sorry for all the ramble i just needed to get this all off my chest i did like most of the game and i'm still interested in seeing where the story goes since "max will return" or whatever it said at the end

i wouldnt say i'm excited for the next game but i'm still interested but i think thats just coming from the fact that i will gobble up anything called life is strange also don't nod's newest game looks cool i'm excited for that too anyways peace out and sorry for the ramble!

also i wanna add i did not care for safi at all in the game i dont know why but she was the only character the game couldn't make me care about

This is all a thread i did on twitter where i just wrote what i felt without really thinking so if it doesn't make sense that's why lol

[lostinlovingrevery]

I mean.. what else but Trap lol

OOOOH OKAY!!!!

SO that one took me a bit of time to work on because originally the plot was not going to be a plot at all!!!

Awhile back i had an ask where someone thought I'd write a good mute!reader and i thought, that would be interesting to write about! and a lil challenge too since mute! readers would either be using sign language or other forms of communication (ended up using ASL obvs) So i set it aside in my growing list of requests/ideas and eventually I came up this cute idea of Logan and reader on a mission. IDK where the whole snowy forest idea came through tbh, it's just one of those things where you're writing and a particular location just pops in your head-

it was originally going to be just fluff! A lil logan and reader rolling around in the snow playfully, logan neglecting his duties and getting yelled at by scott, cute cute. Then I didn't really know how to close out the scene and i didnt feel like i wrote enough so I put it aside and then I saw a clip of a funny glitch from resident evil 4 of one of the zealot monsters and was like!!!!!!! I wanna write about that creepy motherfucker, w a few details changed.

and i thought, yknow what lets make the fluffy fic more exciting!!!!

the hydra ending was just a random detail i threw in. I wanted a good reason for this guy to be chasing reader, and also something to connect with the mcu a lil bit since I like including other marvel details/characters etc! The original was just bad guys do attack and brrrr lol with no actual detail.

Reader having a thing with animals is just me and my love of nature :) i always was good with animals myself, almost pursued becoming a vet!!! and I thought it would be neat for someone who may not be able to easily communicate with other people (something I know a little too well) to be able to talk easily with animals instead!!

And then logan...Well, logans logan <3

also this turned into a whole backstory instead of a fun fact but hope you enjoy!!!