#i wouldnt be surprised if he comes across this

[deathbirby]

He never ceases to amaze me fr fr.

Raxis being at his age and going after 18 year olds without feeling even a shred of remorse is fucking pathetic. The fuck are you doing, rax? You're a 35 year old man with the emotional maturity of a seashell! Find something better to do than going after children for having different takes on your Ladle. You would do the world a favor.

How does Raxis's orientation, gender, and skin color matter? And why does yours matter?

Why does me being a queer woman matter when a cishet white man accuses me of being queerphobic and misogynist?

Assuming you're the anon Ezra keeps getting who is complaining about us pointing out his age (since I got this right after I reblogged one of those), you probably read his blog right? Considering Raxis claims to be such a great progressive ally and co-opts all that progressive language, I'd think people who follow him would understand why this is so important?

Okay, I'll be very clear, cut because this got long, I'm not repeating it ad nauseum after this post.

His gender, sexual orientation, and race wouldn't matter if he hadn't made it matter. Raxis is not only a bully, he's a bully who constantly appropriates the language of social justice. My very first direct interaction with him was literally me calling his ass out for using the murder of Roe v. Wade as a bludgeon to win a fandom argument. Which happened, like, right the fuck after that decision came down and most women in America were fucking traumatized from literally having our rights stripped from us. And I wish our relationship ended at that "apology" but he hasn't changed and he keeps doing it.

He is the one who consistently accuses me (and other women) of being misogynistic and having internalized misogyny. He is the one who consistently accuses me (and other queer folk) of being queerphobic. He is the one who accuses BWIIDT (who is mixed race) for being out of line for thinking Cap (another white man!) has written racist elements into his fic (unintentionally or not). He consistently uses our oppression as a justification for why it should be okay for him to bully us.

If you are going to use our identities as part of your justification for harassing us, then we have every right to point out that these are identities that we hold and you don't. We have every right to point out that the opinions of a cishet white man about misogyny, queerphobia, racism, etc. do not matter as much as ours because you have never fucking experienced it like we have.

The role of allies is to amplify voices in spaces where we are not respected (e.g. with other cishet white men), not to lecture marginalized people for being "bad queers" or "bad women" from your throne of privilege.

It's especially fucking slimy because he pretends to be super progressive live and in concert, but when he slinks back to his buddies he laughs at us for being upset about being misgendered:

(Yes because you repeatedly misgendered me for months and only started correcting yourself and your anons when I called your shit out. You are literally "the misgendering type" but it's cute how you tried to act like I was being unreasonable for wanting the basic human respect of being referred to by my proper pronouns)

Accuses us of trying to hide behind "identity politics" when we're talking about the fucking oppression we face:

(Always a great sign when a cishet white man accuses queer women of "trying to use identity politics as a shield" when they're talking about their own fucking oppression. An even better sign when a cishet white man brags about "out identity-politicking" queer women when they're telling you to stop fucking throwing their oppression back in their faces. Whining about "identity politics" whenever marginalized groups try to voice anything is frankly such an alt right dogwhistle in itself at this point and I genuinely hope he's just not aware of it.)

Bullies queer women on his side who disagree with him and try to say basically exactly what I'm saying right now. That straight men can't appropriate the language we use to describe our oppression:

(usernames censored for the privacy of those being harassed and those not participating in harassment. This conversation has so much fucking more btw holy shit.)

Accuses me, specifically, of being "desperate to be a victim". I'll remind you I quite literally tried to give him grace despite him consistently using my oppression as a bludgeon to win stupid fucking fandom arguments and harass people (see also, the link above about me calling him out for the Roe v. Wade thing):

(Yes, Raxis, I fucking loved pouring my heart out about how my dad would kick me out for being queer and how I've faced sexual harassment. Tee hee. I'm having soooooo much fun "being a victim". I don't 'argue', I tell you, because your horrible treatment of people and my feelings about it are not up for debate.)

And engages in racist behavior like calling being black a "multiplier" to deflect from criticism and mocking a WoC when she posts about how racism upsets her.

(Yes Raxis, WoC tend to get "big mad" and "suffer" when they encounter racism, you ghoul. Before you ask, the blacked out part just wasn't relevant to the conversation.)

And this is just the stuff I got out of a quick keyword search because I don't want to expend that much energy on this. God only knows what else is buried in there.

This tells me you aren't actually an ally. You're an "ally" when it's convenient for you or when you think it'll make you look good, but your allyship is conditional, and the second you're "crossed" by someone you claim to champion you throw their trauma back in their faces. Not even your supposed friends are safe from it, so what chance did we have of not getting harassed by you?

"But there's queer women in the Edelgard fandom who like him!" Okay? So he can't be engaging in harmful shit just because he has a queer friend? When has "I have a [blank] friend" EVER been an actual good faith defense against criticism? News flash, we're not a monolith, and just because some women and queer folk might like you or even agree with you doesn't mean you get to tell me how I should respond to my own fucking oppression. It is not your place to accuse me, a fucking queer woman, of having "internalized misogyny" or "internalized homophobia" every time I say something you don't personally like.

Frankly, from what I've seen of their server, it's less "queer women like him" and more like "queer women are too afraid to say anything against him" because whenever they try he cries to his pro-genocide mod buddy (THAT is a whole fucking story) who threatens to ban them.

And I'm not going to add these screenshots because I feel icky airing her personal business like that so explicitly, but I do have them. The woman involved in the censored screenshots above posted, in the server, about how unsafe she felt because she'd been threatened and silenced by cishet men for trying to talk about queerphobia. She left the server entirely after that.

And let's not forget what started this: he's thirty five years old and in many cases he's pulling this shit on people who are significantly younger than him. Exceeding a decade his junior in some cases. I point that out primarily for the power dynamic inherent to that. Not only is he privileged on the basis of race, gender, and orientation, he's fully developed and he knows what he's doing. He has the privilege of age and experience.

Fuck dude, he started going after some folks on Tumblr when they were still like? 18? 19? Not children, but fucking close.

I'll be very explicit because I know he's going to take this and try to accuse me of ageism, because that's what he always does when he gets called out for appropriating the language of social justice: you are a fucking adult. You have been an adult the entire time you have been in this fandom. As an adult, it's your job to be a fucking adult in these situations. Not to verbally abuse and harass inexperienced teens and early 20 somethings because they don't agree with your video game opinions. You are a grown ass 35 year old man man who thinks he's cool because he can "beat up", "cow", and "bitch slap" teenagers and early 20 somethings who are still developing, figuring themselves out, and learning how to express themselves in an articulate manner. Many of whom are already dealing with varying levels of actual trauma based on their upbringings (abusive, hateful, uncaring, or just generally unpleasant environments) or how they've been treated because of their identity (race, class, gender, sexual orientation, mental health, disability, sometimes multiple all at once) or both. That is why I keep bringing up your age.

It is quite possibly the single most embarrassing thing I have seen someone in fandom brag about. Not even just because you did it, Raxis, but because you're proud of it and you genuinely think it makes you look cool. It's embarrassing. You're embarrassing yourself.

[nejiverse]

‘FLYING OBJECTS’ AND THEIR BIG MOUTHS..

Kinich, Ifa

In which Ajaw and Cacucu reveal all their partners’ hidden feelings. Fem! Reader

cw: kissing, hope they arent ooc🥹

1104 words

Y/n was walking a good few steps ahead of Kinich and Ajaw, humming a tune Kinich couldn’t quite put his finger on, but he would soon find out that was the least of his worries.

Ajaw, who was always looking for something to pester Kinich about, noticed how the male threw multiple side glances at Y/n's retreating figure.

At this, a sly grin spread across his face.

"Oho what's this?", Ajaw echoed suddenly, loud enough to make a few qucusauri frantically scatter.

"Is our proud warrior tripping over his own feet just watching her walk?!".

Kinich rolled his eyes and swatted ajaw away but to no surprise he came right back.

What he said wasnt completely off the mark, but it wasnt just her walk. It was her posture, the way she carried herself, and most especially the way she would quickly glance back to make sure they werent too far behind, accompanied with that small smile that if interpreted into words would say 'im glad youre still there'.

Kinich would find himself counting down the minutes until she would give him another quick glance.

"I'm not, now stop annoying me", he scoffed.

"You so are! I'm telling Y/n~", he sang as he made his way to her side before Kinich could even attempt to grab him.

Kinich swore to himself that after today, Ajaw would never see the light of day again as he hurried to catch up to the two, now only a few steps behind the girl.

"I will end you", he mouthed as to not attract Y/n's attention but Ajaw was unfazed.

Being by Y/n's side gave Ajaw confidence to say whatever he wanted. After all, Kinich would never do anything rash in front of her.

"Honestly, it's adorable", the dragon lord mocked. "If you write Y/n a poem i'm absolutely reading that out loud!", he snickered.

Y/n laughed at Ajaw's antics. "A poem you say?", Y/n turned around now walking backwards. "If you write me one I expect a dramatic delivery! Bonus points if you pathetically cry halfway through", she teased.

Kinich folded his arms. "If I were to write a poem it’d be about someone who steals my food and calls it bonding".

He didnt miss a step, but inwardly he was pleading ajaw wouldnt take it further than he already had.

"See? he hates me!", Y/n frowned. “And it’s not stealing...its tactical aquiring..".

"Actually, lover boy over here has a huuuuge crush on you!".

"Quit it ajaw—", after he saw Kinich's hand coming out to grab him, he swiftly manoeuvred to Y/n's other shoulder.

"Like a trip-over-your-own-feet, cant-look-her-in-the-eye, i-hope-she-doesnt-think-im-being-too-cold kind of crush!".

Y/n stopped in her tracks and closed what little distance was between them, her eyes meeting his own. "Really?".

Kinich was quick to avert his gaze.

"You know how Ajaw can be—"

He was cut off when her hand combed back the hair at his ears, a red tint now coating them.

They two had known each other for a long time, she knew all his tells.

He grunted in embarrassment, eyebrow twitching involuntarily.

Y/n placed her hands at either side of his face ultimately forcing them to make eye contact.

"Is it true Kinich? Your answer will determine what I do next".

What should he do? Just say no and play it off as ajaw being a nuisance? Or maybe not answer at all? Or—

"..yes", he said at last, gritted and honest. "It’s true".

And without another word, she placed a kiss on his lips.

Ajaw huffed. "Bleh. so much for light teasing and tragic denial".

Y/n was helping out Ifa with the saurians when Cacucu blurted. "Yo, bro Ifa has a crush".

Ifa nearly choked on air, internally cursing Citlali.

It was only yesterday, after Citlali had figured him out that he went home muttering to himself and had no idea Cacucu could hear him. "I have a crush on Y/n? How could she even know that?”.

He noted to himself to keep his schizophrenia in his head.

Ifa ran a hand through his hair. "That was supposed to stay between me and the cold side of the clinic tent Cacucu..". And also Citlali but that part was against his will.

Y/n perked up like a tepetlisaurus. "Wait—hold on. Hold on. You have a crush? On who? I wanna know!".

Ifa pointed a finger at Cacucu. "Just so you know, you’re banned from talking until moulting season".

"Ifa has a crush on Y/n!". Why cacucu kept going was beyond Ifa, he felt simply betrayed.

"Cool, love that for me", he muttered with a dry voice.

"Wait..me?", she pointed at herself in disbelief.

Ifa had a lopsided grin. "Yeah its you. Obviously. I mean, you’re out here tending to saurians with me, laughing at my awful jokes, making the hatchlings fall asleep with your voice, and im just supposed to not feel something?".

The pair's conversation was cut short when Ororon bursted into the clinic blabbering about how he messed up and how Citlali was gonna kill him.

So a short while later when the noise had settled down and Ifa and Y/n had finished up for the day, the two sat down against a tree, the last stretch of Natlan’s sunlight making its final appearance.

"Sorry about earlier", Ifa rubbed the back of his neck. "I'm just so used to fixing things, not feeling them", he admitted.

Y/n gave him a reassuring smile. "Well you're doing okay so far", she nodded. "And besides, it adds to your boyish charm", she teased.

Ifa chuckled softly. "Yeah?".

"Yeah".

There's a pause — soft, steady. The kind of silence that feels like it's holding its breath.

Ifa studied her face like he's still not sure he's allowed to want this. His fingers brushed up along her wrist, feather-light, as he leaned in just a little closer.

"...Can I?", he said with a low voice, almost unsure.

He raised up his hand, careful, fingers curling just under her chin to tilt her face up. His gaze flickered between her eyes and her lips.

"You're really asking? After all that?".

She laughed softly, and the sound is so gentle it tugs something loose in his chest. Her hand moved to cover his, holding it in place under her chin. "You better."

And that's all he needs.

If only she knew how long he had been waiting to do that.

masterlist :)

[masochistkatsuki]

New year, New me !!

New years sex, lowk hate fucking ? they love each other don't worry ? toxic relationship probably but the blogs name is literally masochistkatsuki, small plot mainly smut, short fic, not proof read

You and Katsuki were both known for being hot headed and stubborn, for lack of a better word, cunts. Neither of you actually asked the other to date, but by the end of the year, everyone considered Class 1-As explosive enemies a couple. Besides, for people who apparently hated each other, you always found a way to constantly be together or talking, even if it was arguing.

On new years eve, the class decided to do their resolutions together. With the heater blasting, the third years of UA Academy sat around and talked respectively amongst themselves. However, from where you and Katsuki were yelling at eachother, you heard your name being mentioned.

"Yea .. both of their resolutions should be to act less angry."

"You know.." Izuku's freckles slightly moved from how his face muscles contorted. He was clearly trying to find the right way to word this.

He knew no matter what, someone was going to blow up at him, but he could hopefully make it so it didn't instantly kill him ! "You dont have to start acting all super nice.. but.. acting a little less mean couldn't hurt.."

Unfortunately for him, damage control wasn't an option, and he was sent back to his dorm shaking. You'd finally gotten into Katsuki's room, stretching out on his bed as if it were your own. "Tch."

Your eyes narrowed over at the blonde boy. His dark eyes matched your own intensity. Something about him was pissing you off. Maybe it was the scoff, or how his biceps seemed to struggle against the tight fabric of his shirt.

It was clearly not an unrequited feeling, his cheeks turning an embarrassing red. "Hah, why the fuck do you look like that, Katsuki ?"

His eyes squinted slightly, as if he was getting a better look at you. "Cut that shit out." His deeper voice echoed out, a tone of command lacing it.

With anyone else, they would have submitted, letting everything that was Dynamight take them where they laid. But you.. You made him so fucking mad. No matter what, you bit back, taunted him, teased, never let him.

"You know, I think maybe you should be less of a dick." You spat, looking up at him, fluttering your eyelashes in the way you knew drove him insane. Youd always been infatuated with how easily he ticked, and soon became obsessed with the feeling of pushing his buttons or getting under his skin.

He huffed, his chest puffing out infuriatingly boyishly. He was so dramatic. But thats what drove your pleasure, seeing him so worked up. "And what about you ? Huh ? Your a fuckin bitch."

You smiled, a look that Katsuki could only describe as 'Evil' in your eyes. "Fine. Ill work on it. " You absolutely werent. Someone who was trying to be nice, wouldnt torture him with the words "Why dont we let this anger out one last time ?"

★☆★☆

"I fucking hate you." He was panting almost pathetically, hot words rolling off his tongue and onto your neck. Matching bruises and marks of teeth spread across both of your necks. A competition of who could give the other the worst time covering it up.

"Yea, you're fuckin me like a softy." You grabbed at his hair, pulling his head up to give him a sloppy kiss. With teeth clashing, you fucked your hips into his faster. His hands tightened their grip on you, threatening to leave bruises.

"Don't fuckin move.. Hah.." He bit harshly into your neck, to the point you worried blood may spill. "I.." Despite how mean he was being on your neck, words failed to come out.

"This is how you should be fucking me, not whatever weak shit you were doing." You pulled his hair in response to his aggressiveness, reminding him you weren't letting up.

"You really are a bitch.." He reset his hands, getting a better grip at your hips before he slammed you down to his balls.

"Fuck.." You stuttered, pleasantly surprised by the feeling. He continued fucking you into him, his pace only getting faster, the sounds of skin slapping and an infamous wet movement.

"Dont fuckin know how ima put up with your ass for another year.. Probably just gonna get worse as they go by.." Despite the rude sentiment, the detail on spending more years together didnt go unoticed by you or your body.

"Don't get cocky, you know you'd be begging for me back if you decided you didn't want to handle this." You smirked, a knowing one hed seen all too many times.

"Wait.." His eyes widened, and he attempted to stop your movements, but in the heavy heat overwhelming and pleasuring his body, he was too slow to stop you.

You rolled your hips flush against his, circling them slowly in an O motion. "I hate you, Katsuki." You smiled softly, basking in how he bit his lip and growled at you to wait.

"Fuckin.. whore.. you know what that does to me" He cried out, usual bite becoming softer. His hips desperately fucked into yours, his cum spilling out in fast spurts.

With each thrust in and out, his cock came out covered in more release and slick each time. Your bruised hips and neck were the cherry on top, calling his attention, begging to be eaten. "Yea.. thats why I love doing it."

He sighed, and brought his hand up to cover his mouth. Only you would know, there was a stupid ass smile hiding under it. He thinks, maybe, if he could see this sight throughout the year, he'd be just a bit less harsh.

Team Player Part four is being written now !! Sorry for the Hiatus, work has been killing me. Ill be back regularly and responding to everyone soon, I just need some me time. Thank you everyone for the kind messages, I get nervous actually responding sometimes, but I am reading them and appreciating them greatly. 💗 Happy new years, everyone !

[pathologicalreid]

heyyyy how ruu

english is not my first language so i hope you can understand this u.u

this idea has been consuming my brain for days, sooo basically i was thinking about bau fem reader and reid doing undercover work (idk) and when they see the unsub, reader's first thought is to kiss reid so the unsub can't recognize them (and he wouldnt waste time in 2 ppl kissing???), then when reader sees the unsub going towards the exit even though she doesnt want to she breaks the kiss and everything is awkward but in a cute way??? yea idk if this makes sense feel free to change anything or to not do it at all :]

in plain sight | S.R.

your quick thinking (in an attempt to protect him) leads to a thankful spencer

who? spencer reid x fem!reader category: fluff content warnings: reader is explicitly referred to as a woman. general cm violence. making out (for the plot). haphazardly proofread. word count: 1.19k a/n: no worries anon, i understood this perfectly! thank you so much for requesting!

Your firearm was digging into your hip as you leaned up against the wall of the bar. You were on high alert as you looked around the building, scanning the faces of people who walked by.

“L/N, Reid, anything?” Hotch called into the radios. The team was across the street in a surveillance van.

Quickly, your eyes met Spencer’s, “No sign of the suspect.” Silently, you hoped that Hotch would pull you from the bar and let you go back to the hotel for the night, but you knew that wasn’t the way your unit chief played the game.

You were more or less trapped inside a college bar, your shoes were sticking to the old wooden floor, and because you and Spencer were the youngest members of the team, you were voluntold to go undercover.

Reid had never looked more out of place, but he was twelve when he started college, so you supposed he had never really been in a dive bar like this one before. “Hey,” you said softly, “Are you alright?” You knew he had a thing about germs, and if you were bothered by the sticky floors, you couldn’t imagine how he was feeling.

“I’m sure this comes as a surprise, but this,” he gestured to the partying college kids around you, “isn’t really my scene.”

A small laugh bubbled up from your throat, “Oh, no. I never would’ve guessed,” you played along with his sarcasm. “I’m afraid my shoes are going to come off when I try to walk,” you admitted.

He smiled slightly, “I’m trying not to think about it.”

Tentatively, you moved a little closer to him so you wouldn’t have to shout over the music. “I thought the UnSub hunted around ten?” You questioned. All of the bodies were usually found at midnight with lividity just barely beginning to show, meaning the victims were picked at ten, killed by eleven, and found at midnight.

They were calling him the Countdown Killer because he kept on such a tight schedule. “He should be,” Spencer answered, glancing down at the watch on his wrist.

You looked around the bar, the both of you had your backs to a wall, so you weren’t exposed on that side.

“Remember, if you spot him, do not engage,” Hotch ordered through your radios. You and Reid were simply there to find him, the rest of the team would handle the chase. “He’s likely been watching the news, so he may recognize your faces – don’t let him.”

While you weren’t entirely sure how you were supposed to hide your face from the suspect without seeming suspicious, you confirmed the plan with Hotch anyway.

 A gleam of blonde caught your eye, narrowing your eyes, you focused on the figure. “Spencer,” you swatted at his hand, “two o’clock.”

Discreetly, Spencer’s gaze flickered over in the direction you had suggested. “Turn around,” Spencer said, “Don’t let him see your face.”

You turned around so that you were facing Spencer, looking away from the suspect. “What about your face?” You asked, surely the both of you staring at the brick wall would seem suspicious.

“He’s killing women. I don’t want him to notice you,” he responded, momentarily looking past you and at the suspect.

Surprised, you furrowed your brows at Reid’s statement, by having you face him, he was trying to protect you. You turned your face into your shoulder, “Suspect is in the bar,” you whispered into your mic.

There was recognition from the rest of the team before it went quiet again. “He’s approaching us,” Spencer said, faint alarm springing onto his features. He wasn’t talking into the radio; he was letting you know.

Spencer might’ve been outside of the victimology, but you couldn’t bear it if anything happened to him if the suspect recognized him.

Instinctively, you leaned up on your tiptoes and pressed your lips against his. You were kissing Spencer.

At first, he was surprised, but his hands quickly found a home on your waist as he kissed you back. Your lips worked gently on his as he eased his mouth open, deepening the kiss. Abruptly, Spencer dragged you closer to him by the waist. The sudden movement caused your eyes to flutter open.

In your periphery, you could see the dangerous blonde walking away. He must’ve walked right past you, and Spencer had pulled you away from him. You let your eyes fall shut again.

You reached up to sling your arms over his shoulders as he experimentally slipped his tongue into your mouth. Your heart raced as you were fully making out with Spencer in the college bar.

Reluctantly, you separated yourself from Spencer, “Is he gone?” You whispered, peering up at him through your eyelashes.

Spencer nodded, swallowing thickly. His cheeks were tinted pink, and you were sure you were flushed as well.

You pressed your mic button, not taking your eyes off Spencer’s, “Suspect’s exiting out the rear door,” you notified the team. Suddenly, your job was done, and you became conscious of Spencer’s hands where they still remained on your waist.

Hotch asked you to report to the van, and you took Spencer’s hand and led him out of the bar. The cool night air calmed your rushing blood. “Thank you for that,” he said from behind you as you halted to look for passing cars.

You spun on your heel to look at him, “Did you just thank me for kissing you?”

“I thanked you for distracting the suspect, so he didn’t recognize me,” Spencer corrected, squeezing your hand.

Instinctively, you dropped his hand, “Right, me and my quick thinking.” There was not a single clear thought in your head. You started crossing the street as Spencer called your name, obviously confused.

You yanked your earbud out while the rest of the team was rambling on about the takedown over the comms. “What just happened?” Spencer asked.

“We made out in a bar, and you thanked me for it,” you answered stiffly, leaning your back against the white van. “So, you’re welcome,” you said. Really, you didn’t know what you wanted from him, and you knew that Reid’s experience with women was limited at best.

Surprisingly, Spencer rested a hand on either side of your head and leaned intoxicatingly close to you, “Did you want me to say something else to you?”

You looked up at him, you weren’t sure you had ever noticed the green flecks in his eyes, “I had a few ideas, yes.”

“Here was my other option,” he told you, dropping his head so that your lips met once again. You gasped into his mouth in surprise. Hesitantly, you placed one hand on the side of his neck and the other in his hair. He used both of his hands to cup your face, kissing you with less urgency than you had in the bar as if you had all of the time in the world.

The both of you jumped when the passenger side door to the van swung open and Emily poked her head out, “You know we can see you in the side mirrors, right?”

[munv]

𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗦𝗟𝗔𝗕𝗬𝗨𝗟 𝗫 !LYNETTE READER

its been a long time since Ive last written for twst..lets hope I start to get my groove back soon

heh..back to my wild crossovers era! Didnt think the day would come but here we are. BACK ON SCHEDULE BABY LETS GOOO

RIDDLE

when you first were assigned to his dorm, he couldnt help but notice you were the most rather..reserved, amongst all the first years. Not much to say, and not much to add when spoken to. You were curt, and straight to the point. Which made it a little hard to understand your character.

It had gotten to the point that prior overblot, he just assumed you were way too dismissive. You followed the rules, but at the same time it almost seemed like you never gave a rats ass.

He did however, notice a shift after his overblot. You became closer, often offering your companionship and such to help him get things done. Using your anemo vision which he won't comment on (he realized he wont get responses about it whenever he asks) to help him out every once in a while.

He has come to realize over time that you are quite the caring individual, especially when the two of you had to speed down the hallway just to barely avoid him. (you took the fall for riddle and ended up getting squeezed, he will remember your sacrifice)

Despite your cool persona, he can see in the little gestures is where you show vulnerability and care. Grounding him with subtle movements, or even his name when he loses his peace.

Riddle really appreciates you, even during his darkest hours

TREY

Trey was able to pick up on your true nature almost immediately after watching you for a while (not in the creepy way, the glances and small interactions are what count)

It may seem hard for others considering you dont show many other expressions other than curiosity openly, but Trey watches the way your ears twitch here and there at a certain remark, or even the way your fur stands on edge too. He finds it endearing to say the least. Of course he wouldnt say that out loud unless he wants to be minced meat.

Your glares are serious, he realizes

You often act as his little helper, similar to Riddle but a little more open with him. You have so much on your mind, yet so little to say, he also realizes. He really likes your sarcastic tone too. It could be a life or death situation and you would say the most craziest thing with the most deadpan face he cant help but sweatdrop and hide the smile fighting to take over his face.

Sometimes you help with baking, and your special dish? He really likes having you as his test taster. He remembers the oyster sauce prank he pulled on you. To say he hasnt seen your face twist like that in a long while is an understatement.

He realizes that you are often withdrawn from most conversations and kept to yourself at events. Trey liked to make sure everyone has fun and isnt even overlooked, so dont be surprised when he finds himself at your side with a teasing smile and slight encouragement to interact with your peers.

CATER

Cater is in some way, similar to you. With the reserved side of his personality and secrets that he carries, not many people would pick up on it. Outside of that, hes the flashy magicam guy that has "social butterfly" as his middle name. Compared to him, your just a quiet, cool and a cucumber type of person who would much rather keep to yourself.

When he finds himself overwhelmed, he finds himself in your dorm room and lays on your couch like a victorian woman who just found out the duke she was supposed to marry indeed, has a mistress like the rumors stated. Hand covering his forehead and a distraught expression as you sit across from his with a clipboard and pen in hand.

"[name]! its too hard being famous sometimes yknow..?!"

"Your alter ego, please"

"..You hate me" he sighs "but anyways, you know what the dorm head asked me to do earlier? Sevens, as much as I hate to admit it, that was so annoying-"

He respects the fact that you dont overexaggerate the tiny details and get straight to the point. No theatrics to make yourself seem interesting, just honest truth.

You guys have the type of dynamic where you somehow end up rubbing his shoulders while he vents all his troubles to you. You'd be lucky enough if Riddle doesnt catch you both

ACE

Loser #1

Lets be real, ace is a real jackass. At first? he thought you were just some boring stuck up for Riddle because you didnt want to get collared like the rest of them, and if theres anything that he hates? Its stuck ups.

Due to his natural little shit act that he has tatted on his soul since birth, he's going to try his best to rile you up any second. He won't lie, he likes the sass thing you have going on. Sometimes the banter gets to petty to the point you start tripping him over your tail, and he sneaks up on you while you're doing something important.

Ace started to really warm up to you when Riddle collared him and you spoke up for him, trying your best to convince Riddle that it wasnt necessary to keep him collared for this long.

He still messes with you though. So don't think for a second because hes gone a little less hard on you that your scot-free. He feeds off the fact that you don't entertain his foolishness and thrives

It literally fuels him like his next high, and you cannot be stressed enough.

He doesn't mind you being standoff in a way however, its the fact that he knows you care in your own little ways, thats what really matters to Ace.

He's a softie, and always has your back. Just refuses to acknowledge it, especially when you point it out? Its like an outrage and he just bursts into red.

DEUCE

Dork #2

At first, no lie, Deuce was scared of you. Not in he sense that he was scared of what you were capable of, but in the sense that he was scared of your silence.

It was like it had its own presence, a calm before the storm type of thing but you woulds never know when the storm was coming. He's like "[name] are you..okay?" and then you would just blink at him and he would start sweating and becoming even more nervous by the second.

There will be moments when he gets hot-headed and allows his delinquent nature to take over, so hes grateful when your there to ground him. Your like a parental figure to him, so color him surprised when he found out you were a first year just like him.

He gets really happy whenever you praise him too, which is rare, but you've come to realize that deuce is too much of a sweetheart and you give credit when its due anyways. No harm done

Sometimes he tries to be as level headed as you and ends up fumbling over his words, you cover for him when that happens and he couldnt be more grateful.

[yunyunrin]

Pool Play(date) — Yunho

genre : smut

warnings : sex in public, no prep, sex in a pool (wouldnt advise doing this), unprotected sex (pls dont do this), soft dom(?) yunho, reader has a vagina and breasts but there are no pronouns used towards reader, jongho makes an appearance

wc : right under 2.1k

a/n : this is the first smut i’ve written in years!! so it may not be the best but it was proofread by a close friend <3 so if you have any suggestions dont be afraid to give them i just ask you be nice! also, im working on holy fool i’ve just been so so busy but it is in the process of being written and chapter 1 should be out this week!

a/n 2 : this idea came from yunho’s story… thoughts were thought and i had to write them out LOL!!!! user yunou._.u u will be dealt with …

The sun’s rays beat heavily on your skin as you lay down on the chair by the pool. Although you put a lot of sunscreen on before you came on and even reapplied a couple of times since coming outside, you can still feel the twinge of red that the sun decided to lay upon your cheeks.

Your sunglasses mask the sun, and before you know it, you’re drifting off to sleep. You were enjoying your nap until you felt a splash of water hit you. This caused you to look up to find the cause of the disturbance of your nap.

It doesn’t take you long to find Yunho propping himself up on the edge of the pool looking at you with a mischievous grin. “Yunho, that wasn’t funny. I was taking a nap,” You fake an annoyed tone with him, but ultimately, your face fails you when you smile. You quickly turn away, but it is too late for Yunho already saw you smile.

Yunho gets out of the pool and comes to you and sits on the pool chair next to you. “I’m sorry that I annoyed my pretty baby,” Yunho says as he puts his hand in front of your eyes as you’ve taken off your sunglasses by this point since the splash of water got on them earlier.

“Well, maybe you shouldn’t interrupt the love of your life when they’re taking a nap,” You tell him, looking away from him to keep your ruse up a bit longer.

“Perhaps I should make it up to the love of my life then?” Yunho quips as his other hand begins to trail up your leg, goosebumps appearing once his hand moves from one spot to another.

“Yunho, not here.” You tell him while holding back a whine. You cover your face with your hands, your reaction to his light touch of your leg at the pool embarrassing you.

“Why not? Don’t you want something besides the sun to warm you up?” Yunho asks you innocently, but when you look at him a smirk is plastered across his face. His hand has moved to your hips, massaging the area around your waistband.

You blush at the comment, knowing that if the sun didn’t cause your face to be red then it definitely is red now. “Yunho, I would love for you to warm me up. But someone could walk in at any time.” You say nervously, looking around at the entrances that are near the pool.

“Baby, no one has been here all day. I promise no one will show up, but we don’t have to do anything. Plus, I can do a lot more in the comfort of our hotel room anyway.” Yunho says, and you know he means it.

But the thought intrigues you, if you’re being honest. Having to be quick so no one sees, Yunho having to cover you in case someone comes in. That thought alone is enough to make you squeeze your legs together, always loving that Yunho was so much taller and muscular than you that he could hide you with ease.

Your reactions to the thoughts wandering around in your head don’t go unnoticed by Yunho. The sexual tension so thick that you think that if anyone did happen to walk in, they would walk right out anyway. “So what do you say?” Yunho asks, breaking the silence that you and him had been sitting in.

“Yes, but on one condition.” You say, watching his face go from looking surprised (likely because he never expected you to say yes) and lust.

“What is your condition my love?” He asks you, his breathing starting to get a bit heavier than normal. You can see his boner pushing at his shorts, and you decide to tease him a little before answering. By this point, Yunho’s pool chair is right next to yours. You take advantage of the closeness, turning around to face him. You interlock your fingers with him and move your upper knee to slowly graze against his bulge, earning a grunt from the male.

“My condition is that we do it in the pool, you can’t kiss me, and you can’t take my bottoms off,” You accentuate the last word of your sentence with a pop. Yunho hates not being able to kiss you during sex and typically he hates the barrier that your bathing suit bottoms gives you.

“Can I kiss you underwater?” He asks you, and you nod, partially because you wanted to know what he’d do and how he’d figure something like that out. Next thing you know, you’re being picked up, and you’re in the water. Yunho took the liberty to jump in the deep side with you. You’re glad he knows how to swim because you don’t. Even if you did know how to swim, you think you’d fail yourself at this moment.

You and Yunho are under the water, he’s holding your waist close to him, and he is connecting your lips under the water. Before too long, you and him are back to the surface.

“Put your arms around my neck.” Yunho instructs you, his voice lowers a few more octaves than his normal voice. You wrap your arms around his neck, you look around and see that you’re both in the middle of the pool. “I was the one who was supposed to pay attention to the surroundings, no?” Yunho quips, as he grips your thigh and anchors your left leg around his waist.

Yunho has pushed you both to the very end of the pull, your back is touching the cool concrete of the edge. Your body tenses up with nervousness and excitement. This whole experience of the pool is new to you, but your insecurities are starting to hit you all at once.

“Hey, it’s okay. I’m not going to let anyone see you. Relax with me, please?” Yunho says to you, beginning to massage your hips again. Your hips were always really sensitive to you, Yunho often using it to his advantage in a multitude of situations. Luckily in this one, it had you calming down and squeezing your hips against Yunho’s waist as much as you could.

One of Yunho’s hands is holding on to the concrete to keep you afloat at the top, the other now rubbing against your clothed core. You put your face into Yunho’s neck, muffling the moan that escaped you at the initial touch of his hand.

His hand starts to move agonizingly slow causing you to move your head towards him. “Look at me while I touch you,” Yunho says to you before you can ask. His pointer finger hooks in the center of your bathing suit bottoms causing your breath to hitch.

His hand starts massaging your clit, using his abdomen to press into your lower stomach. “Yunho, stop” you say to him and he stops instantly. Worry fills his face as he looks at you trying to figure out what’s going on, looking around the outside of the pool, mentally cursing himself thinking that he had somehow missed someone walking in.

You pull his head back to look at you, wanting to ease his insecurities. “You did nothing wrong Yunho, I just need you inside me, now.” You practically beg him, the ache in between your legs growing.

“Baby, I haven’t even prepped you yet.” Yunho tries to reason with you, knowing that it is already a tight fit even when he has prepped you.

“Yunho I don’t care. I can take it. If you are not inside me within the minute I swear I will ban you from playing Valorant for a week after we get home from vacation, and if I catch you playing I will not suck your dick for a month.” You tell him, but before you can blink he has you turned around, with your back now touching his chest and your hands holding on to the concrete edge around you.

He pushes his swimming trunks down just enough to let his cock spring free. He quickly pulls your bottoms to the side, the opening only big enough for him to put his cock inside you. He begins to push inside you, paying attention to the signs you give him.

Although you told him that you could take it, he still worries. You clench around his cock, a moan falling from his mouth. He slowly pushes the rest of his cock inside you until he bottoms out.

You and him stay like this for a little, enjoying the feeling of being full. “Thank you for giving me the courage to do this with you, Yunho,” you tell him while interlocking one of his hands with your’s. His free hand massages your breast, you bite your lip to muffle a moan. The stimulation he was giving you wasn’t any more than usual; the combination of the cold water against your body and with the thrill of being in an entirely new place is ticking you in ways you haven’t been ticked before.

You hadn’t realized that you had zoned out until Yunho pinches your nipple, causing you to yelp, now completely coming out of the trance you had been in before. You could tell Yunho was getting a bit antsy, you could feel his cock throbbing inside you, aching for more stimulation. Deciding to clench around him and grind on his cock to tease him.

He gives a quick kiss to your neck before slowly pulling himself out of you a little just to push himself back in. “Please go faster,” you whimper out. Yunho’s pace quickens, the water beginning to splash you both. You try to muffle your moans, but they end up just coming out as whimpers. Yunho’s cock has always been able to reach depths that you couldn’t get to by yourself, the fullness always there no matter how many times you and him have sex. You can feel the tingly feeling rising in your stomach as Yunho’s thrust gets a bit sloppier, signaling that he is also close.

“Such a pretty baby, so cock drunk that you’re willing to take it in the pool where someone walk in and see you. Is that what you want, people to come in and see you full of my cock?” Yunho whispers into your ear.

“Baby, I’m going to cum soon,” Yunho says, almost whining now that he is close to his release.

“I’m not there yet, almost,” you tell Yunho. He quickly moves his hand to your clit, massaging it at a quick and steady pace. The chillness from the water and the heat from your arousal are quickly aiding you to your orgasm as Yunho works you up with your fingers. Your impending orgasm having arrived quickly.

“I’m so close Yunho so close,” you are practically begging him for release now. Yunho bites your shoulder and pulls himself almost fully out of you, which causes you to whine at the lost contact, but then he thrust fully back into you deeply and quickly, which tips you over the edge. Yunho has also cum, his hand gripping your thigh as he catches his breath into your shoulder. You and him sit against the edge of the pool for a couple of minutes, regaining your previously lost composure.

Yunho pulls back from you to pull his swimming trunks up and you rearrange your bottoms as well. “I think that was some of the best sex we’ve had in a while,” you say to Yunho, to which he nods in agreement, still catching his breath.

The entrance to the pool opens and Jongho walks through the door. “How does the water feel?” Jongho asks the both of you. You and Yunho look at each other, giggling.

“Water feels great Jjong,” Yunho replies before giving you a peck on the lips.

Jongho side eyes you and the taller man, causing you and him to both bust out laughing. “You all are n a s t y” Jongho says, making sure to spell out the last word to enunciate his disgust at the public display of affection.

“Be glad you walked in now and not ten minutes ago” Yunho yells to Jongho, which earns him a kick to the knee. “Ow!” Yunho looks at you for a bit before laughing at you and Jongho’s reaction to his previous comment.

“I’m leaving,” Jongho exclaims before dramatically leaving the pool area. Leaving you and Yunho alone once again.

[highway-143]

winning- nishimura riki

genre: fluff, smut, enemies to lovers

pairing: idol!riki x lawyer!reader (female)

taglist: @urlocalmultigroupfan @minkilicious

word count: 3.2k

now playing: clik clak- babymonster

(proofread)

all scenarios are fake and are not meant to harm any idol in the story

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you couldnt really say you liked your boss.

i mean, he was a nice guy and all, (the friday doughnuts had to count for something) but he wasn't super... receptive when it came to feelings.

thats why when you step into his office, you feel a wave of uneasiness wash over your whole body. everything in the room was perfection, from the carefully aligned pencils, to the framed photos on the wall behind his expensive desk chair. that thing probably cost half of your salary

"ah! my star employee!" says mr. choi, an overbearing smile plastered on his wide face. "sit, sit! i have big news!"

you hold back the urge to roll your eyes. everything was big news with mr. choi. especially the bathroom renovations. those were most important to him.

"whats the news, sir?" you ask, crossing your legs as you sit down in the chair across from his desk, gathering yourself into the put-together image the firm always expected it's employees to uphold.

"we have a new case for you. and this one is a big one" he puts his fingers together and rests his elbows on the desk

"how big?"

"huge." mr. choi rifles through a stack of papers in front of him, pulling out a sheet with plain black lettering filling almost the whole page

"his name is nishimura riki," mr. choi starts, handing you the paper.

you stare at it in shock. no fucking way nishimura riki was going to be your client. he was too well known, too popular.

"it says here hes being accused of sexual assault?" you cant help but roll your eyes at the paper. this kind of thing was common among idols, so it was no surprise to you

"yes. from a girl named myung jinjoo. from what we can tell, shes done this before with another idol, and won. so this is going to be a harder case."

"yes sir. I'll try my best"

"i wouldnt expect anything less. your first meeting with him is scheduled for tomorrow. lunch. dont be late."

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the next day comes faster than you anticipated. you spend hours pouring over riki's files and previous cases, searching for any piece of information that could help you argue your client's case.

by lunchtime, your nerves are on high alert. you anxiously fix everything in the conference room, perfecting every detail almost as much as mr. choi.

five minutes past 12, riki walks in, followed by two bulky bodyguards, both dressed all in black. he nods to you and sits down across from you at the table, setting down a file of his own.

you pause and stare at him. i mean sure, you knew he was an idol, but damn. he was extremely handsome. his cheekbones were well defined, jaw tapered perfectly to his chin, mole dotting it, and full lips, pursed in an "i dont give a shit" way. his hair fell softly over his sunglasses, catching a little in the hinges, and his crisp dress shirt and slacks hugged his long arms and legs in the most attractive way

"hello mr. nishimura. it is good to meet you," you say, nodding your head and sitting as well.

"same." he replies dryly. "lets get started."

"of course. i have some stuff prepared"

you proceed with the meeting, riki's dull responses and minimal efforts not aiding you in your progress.

"the most simple piece of evidence we need is location. where were you on the 18th at 8 in the evening?"

"i dont remember."

"well, this is kind of an important part," you say, irritation bubbling in the pit of your stomach. "i need to get ahold of your phone records, as well as hers. i will work on getting a warrant for that, but you need to tell me what you were doing. there's no alibi if you cant remember."

he nods his head, staring blankly at you. "fine. i can dig around i guess"

"thank you. i think this is good for today. same time tomorrow?"

"sure." he stands and exits the room, bodygaurds in close pursuit behind him.

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you barely sleep at all that night. you do finish sending in warrant requests and that crap, but you lie awake, scrolling through your phone.

scrolling through edits

edits of... riki

sexy edits of riki

your fyp is filled with hip thrusts and body rolls, all of them making you feel more and more uncomfortable laying in your bed. you had kicked your covers off your body, trying to cool the way your core heated from riki's taunting dancing

you feel embarrased. what kind of lawyer comes this close to getting off on videos of her clients? you were disgusted, but couldnt stop watching his sultry motions

you scroll through video after video, your free hand slowly snaking its way down to your throbbing clit. your pussy clenches around nothing as you watch a particularly sexy clip of him dancing solo. his hips thrust into the air and you let a moan slip through your lips, your fingers circling your clit faster as you watched his hips jerk

damn, you wish he was in you

it had been years since you last had sex, and you were slowly losing patience as your cunt ached for something other than your fingers to fill it. having an insanely attractive client wasnt really helping your ability to hide how much you needed it.

you groan and realize what you are doing. how unprofessional you are acting. you toss your phone away and move your hand off your clit, missing the pleasure, but at least you werent acting out of line.

all you could think about as you drifted off to sleep was riki... even if he barely talked you were still drawn to him

and thats what scared you most

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you strut into the office 10 minutes late the next morning. riki and a bodygaurd are already sitting across your desk as you pull your chair out and take a seat

he is wearing a similar outfit today, pale green dress shirt and black pants, with another pair of sunglasses covering his eyes. why the fuck do people wear them indoors?

"sorry i'm late mr. nishimura," you say, nodding to riki. "i got held up"

really you were just struggling to find the correct outfit to make yourself look as beautiful as possible, and you have to admit, it worked

your hair was curled in loose waves, cascading over your shoulders and the lapels of your fitted navy blue blazer. your light grey pencil skirt cut off just at your middle thigh, leaving the rest of your legs bare exept for the tights and navy heels covering your feet

to pit it simply, you looked badass

and riki fucking noticed

he eyes you as you walk in, heels clacking on the tiled floor. he watches your hips sway as you head to the desk, your ass prominent when you pull out your chair.

"nice to know you care about this," he says, trying to cover his gawking. "i talked to my friends, and i know where i was that night."

"oh?" you say, peeved at his snarky comment

"i was at dance practice. all the members of the group saw me there, including the instructor. there are probably cameras in the room too"

"that's good. i can contact your manager for the footage, and i sent in the warrant requests last night, so we should get those soon. until then all we have to do is wait."

"fine"

you roll your eyes as you pull a file from your desk, laying it in front of riki

"whats this?"

"homework. you need to read what ms. myung has said about you. this is the report she filed."

"im not fucking reading this. shes a fucking psycho, all of it is false, so why should i bother reading whatever shit she said about me when i have better things to do with my time?" he tosses the papers back to your side of the desk, crossing his arms and leaning back

"oh i dont know, maybe because you need to be ready to argue your case? if you dont know what she's accusing you of, how do you expect to argue it?"

riki rolls his eyes behind his sunglasses, shaking his head. "fine," he snatches the file back, standing up to leave. "you'd better fucking win this."

he saunters out of the room with his bodygaurd, leaving you slightly stunned, your mind racing with his words

youd better fucking win this

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three days later, riki is sitting across from you. you had to make the trip to his house this time, there was big news.

you got the phone information

riki opens the door in sweats and a tank top to find you slightly disheveled, your hair in a quick ponytail, and your clothes looking less professional than normal. you were wearing an oversized tee shirt and a pair of running shorts. not the most attractive, but comfy

riki thought different

it took him all the willpower in the world not to sweep you off your feet and into his bed. to not rip your shirt off to expose your perfectly round breasts

to not completely devour you

he eyes your ass again as you walk past him and to his kitchen table, setting your computer down on the glass surface. riki has to consciously will his hands not to grab you when you brush by, clenching them into fists at his sides.

you turn to him "i got it"

"okay..." he walks over to the table, looking at the information on the screen. "she was in jeju? damn thats way off."

"yup. and just in case i have the video of you at practice" you click over to a security camera clip of him and the rest of his group dancing, the time stamp showing 8:00 PM. "and your phone records, which also show you at practice. with all the witnesses and testimonies for you, theres no reason for you to lose"

"wow. thats amazing." he says, lips twisted into a slight frown. "do you want a drink? to celebrate."

"uhhh... sure, why not?" you watch him walk into the kitchen and grab two bottles of soju.

you have an internal crisis. what the fuck was his problem? you had this case in the fucking bag and he couldn't find the balls to thank you for it? what a spoiled little dirtbag

and yet... he still offered you drinks. that was what confused you. why would he treat you like shit and then give you alcohol?

"here," he tosses you the bottle and you scramble to catch it, practically falling out of your chair as riki sits across from you, a smirk forming on his face. "don't break it"

"no shit, i thought you wanted me to"

he stares at you as you twist the cap off and take a long swig. he notices the way your lips take the bottle in your mouth, the way your hand grips the base, the way you look fucking perfect. he cant help but imagine you wrapped around his cock, those perfect lips taking all of him into your tight throatㅡ

and now he was hard

you dont notice any of this, being the lightweight you are. youre already losing it and the bottle is only halfway finished.

you're sure you've lost your mind when the words "why do you hate me?" spill from your mouth

riki looks at you like you grew a second nose. "what?" he sets his botle down

"why do you treat me like i'm an idiot?" shit, youre on the verge of tears now. why do you do this to yourself? "i try my hardest to help you and you dont fucking care"

"i do, i promise... its just..."

"just what? i'm not good enough? i haven't worked my ass off for you enough?"

riki smirks at the mention of your ass, delighting in how drunk and clueless you are. "no, i appreciate your help, i promise."

"then what the fuck is it? what do i do that makes you so mad"

"well, youre beautiful"

you stare at him quizzically in your drunken, confused state. "what?"

"i dont think you realize how attracted i am to you. when you walk into the room looking like you own the place... damn. you're so gorgeous and powerful at the same time."

"riki i-"

"shut up, i'm not done." he interrupts you by grabbing your wrist. "do you know how many pretty girls i get to talk to more than once? without repercussions? let me think for a second, zero. so when i go in your office and see you looking like an angel, i get fucking scared. because i dont know how to talk to someone so beautiful. and i know it's the same as talking to anyone else, but you make me nervous. in a good way"

"so thats why you acted like a bitch?"

he chuckles to himself. "yeah, thats why i acted like a bitch."

you stare at him for a second, the soju slowing your brain. "well fuck"

"i agree"

you sit in silence, drinking the rest of your soju with riki as you process what this means

when the last drops of the bottle are gone, you turn to him

"riki, i'm attracted to you too. i need you. ple-"

he cuts you off by gripping your jaw, bringing you in for a kiss, taking your breath away

this kiss wasnt soft. it wasnt sweet. it was claiming, riki's mouth clashing with yours, bruising your lips with how hard he pressed into you. his hand held the back of your head, pushing you deeper into him.

he nudged your lips apart with his tounge, diving into your mouth and twisting his tounge around yours, tasting you. learning what you feel like

and you feel him. once you get over the shock of course. you pull yourself onto his lap, straddling him on the chair, kissing him furiously. you wrap your hands around his shoulders, sliding under his thin shirt, tearing it off and rubbing his flexing muscles.

he pulls away from your lips and stares at you. "damn, y/n... fuck. lets go" he speaks with a clipped voice, like he needs you more and more every second that passes by.

he picks you up by your waist and carries you down the hall, letting you feel him up as he kicks a door open.

he drops you on his bed before grabbing your neck. "get down. now"

you do as he says, lowering to the ground, sitting on your heels as riki crouches down to your level.

"you know how to suck a dick?"

you blush and nod quickly, face red with embarrassment

"good. get to it then"

you watch him stand back up, noticing the prominent bulge in his pants. fuck, he looked huge

you slowly hook your fingers under the waistband of his sweats, pulling them down his nicely toned legs.

his cock strained against the fabric of his boxers, and you palm it in your hand, rubbing it through the stretching material.

riki groans, his head thrown back, hands in fists.

"get fucking going, bitch"

you slide his boxers off, his dick popping out, fully ready for you. the tip was flushed red, leaking precum.

and damn, he was big

very big

you spit on your hand and wrap it around the base, giving it a little squeeze. riki moans and his knuckles turned white as you start pumping your fist around him, rubbing your thumb over the tip and smearing precum down his length

and then you just go for it

you take as much as you can into your mouth, wrapping your lips around riki just like he imagined you would. he grabs your hair in his hand, your ponytail messed up even more as he pushes you further onto his cock.

you whimper around him and hollow your cheeks, bobbing your head on him.

riki gets closer and closer, the pressure building in his body as he guides your head. when he feels like he's about to snap, he lets out a sharp gasp.

"fuck, baby... im gonna cum... fucking take it"

you barely have time to register what he said before he releases into your mouth, spilling his warm, salty liquid into your throat. you suck him through his high, swallowing everything he gives you, loving the taste of him... what you did to him

"damn, baby... fucking perfect at it" riki pulls you up by your armpit, bringing you to stand against him. you feel his dick pressing against your stomach, but stare into his eyes

"strip. now" he says, desperation seeping through the crack in his controlling façade

you pull off your shirt, then your shorts... then your bra. all you're left in is a pair of white panties, and riki groans at the sight.

"those too"

you slip them off your legs, showing all of your body to riki. his eyes rake over your figure, standing in front of his bed in the moonlight.

"fuck..."

he tackles you onto the bed, pinning your wrists above you as he holds you down with his body weight. he grips your waist as he pulls your thighs apart, exposing your dripping cunt to the cool air.

"already so wet for me, huh?"

"riki... please" you beg, needing him in you

"please what, baby?"

"please fuck me"

he laughs and grabs his dick, lining it up with your entrance as he gives it a few pumps

without warning, he pushes into you. you shriek while he dives deeper, leaning over you.

"fucking take it, slut. you want it"

and you do want it

riki thrusts into you, hitting your cervix with ease every time he dives back in after pulling out

"so fucking tight, baby.... so tight"

you whine as he pounds into you, splitting you open with his cock. tears fall down your cheeks, painting your red face with the pain that riki made you feel

the pain that felt so fucking good

riki squeezes your hip when he gets close, making you moan

"baby imma cum.... where do you want it?"

"wanna feel... in me please"

"fuck, baby of course" and with one last jerk of his hips, riki releases into you, his cum filling you up with more than you thought he could have

you clench around his dick as you follow suit, shaking on the bed, back arching against riki.

after he finishes, riki pulls out and lays next to you, panting for air.

you feel your combined cum leaking out of your spent pussy, dripping onto the sweaty sheets

"y/n... youre fucking amazing."

you laugh, eyes closed, slowly drifting away from consciousness.

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a.n- thank you for reading! this took me like 4 days to write lolll. anyways, if you liked it, please comment/reblog! and give me any ideas you have, i need them hahah. ily! <3

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[tec-a0l]

personality analysis, pt.1

i got a request to do a personality analysis for dylan & eric on my previous blog but i wasn’t able to complete it before i got term’d, so here they are now (separated into two parts because i have a lot of thoughts)!

i want to state beforehand that these are based on accounts from their friends/families and primary source documents (journals, official reports, etc), and are purely speculative as i never met them personally. with that out of the way, i now present my analyses of dylan & eric!

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part 1, dylan:

dylan was described as shy and pretty socially awkward, but also very intense with his emotions and hot-headed at times. he was a smart kid, but didn’t really apply himself academically. he was also a very particular and detail-oriented person according to both family and friends, and seemed to be very hard on himself when he wasn’t able to live up to his high expectations.

devon adams described him as “a shy and sympathetic person. he was so sweet and kind and loving…he was also disillusioned and hurt and angry at the world…he had no outlet to vent his emotions; he bottled them up.”

devon claimed that she, dylan, and occasionally zach heckler would cry to each other on the phone about their feelings, including suicidality. despite his closeness to devon, he wrote in a journal entry that he “wouldn’t mind killing [her],” due to him feeling like she’d stolen his closest friend away when she and zach started dating.

“Ever since [Devon] (who I wouldnt mind killing) has loved him..”

“When [Zach] & I first were friends, well I finally found someone who was like me: who appreciated me”

“& now that he's “moved on” I feel so lonely, w/o a friend” — dylan’s journal, 7/23/97

i should note that this journal entry was written in july of 1997, and he appeared to have changed his mind—or at least softened his view on her—between then and the time of his death. i do think, however, that this could be a good example of a few key traits dylan seemed to have:

- fluctuating beliefs

- catastrophizing

- difference between inner & outer self

the most notable of those traits would be the distinct “inner self” that he expressed in his journals (and in the basement tapes briefly, depending on who you ask), and “outer self” that he presented to the people around him. from the pieces of information we have, dylan seemed to mostly come across as gentle and maybe a bit contemplative publicly, while suffering with his sorrow and rage privately (either in his writings or with his closest friends).

granted, someone’s personality/behavior changing a bit depending on who they’re around is extremely common (i’d be surprised if somebody didn’t do that), but in dylan’s case, the difference was so stark that it even shocked some of his friends and family.

with that being said, dylan was also a teenager, so his personality and presentation being so varied is not abnormal per-se, however the lengths that it seemed to have gone to were particularly extreme.

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there’s a lot more about dylan that could be looked into—such as his feelings of “godlike” superiority, his switches in aggression and passivity, his family dynamic with his brother, and so on—but i’ll leave it here, since this post is already very long 😅

eric’s analysis/part 2 is here.

[mythicmanuscripts]

hello!! first of all i must say i love all of your thoughts, headcanons and writings!! you are truly amazing.

i remember you mentioning aegon wanting to be on his knees for you and i cannot stop thinking about it. maybe reader punishes him by making him be on his knees and not touching him, but later realizes aegon likes being on his knees to much for it to be a punishment. i can imagine him with big teary eyes and pouty lips while looking up at you, letting his forehead drop to your knees, begging you to touch him.

Ooo brilliant idea! So I think that Aegon would love kneeling if you're close by? (Unlike Aemond who can kneel on the other side of the room quite happily) I'm gonna write punishing Aegon by telling him to kneel, then realising Aegon seems really distressed then going to him and comforting him and then he wants to stay kneeling cause kneeling with you right there is perfect. I hope that's alright anon! I just think this is a slightly better depiction that is more accurate to his character.

Anyway, this definitely has sub!aegon and quite a heavy amount of implied sexual content so I'll put a cut in just to be safe :))

So firstly, I mentioned quite a few times that I think Aegon needs rules and he needs to be punished. He absolutely thrives on routine and guidance and he needs to be punished when he breaks a rule. He just functions so much better when he knows he's being good for you and when he is punished when he isnt. If you don't punish him, he won't forgive himself and will just be all sad and weepy and won't even let himself touch you because he thinks he isn't good enough for that.

The first thing you try is pain, starting off with spanking as a punishment. But to your surprise, this ends up being much much much too intense. While Aegon absolutely LOVES being manhandled and treated harshly during sex, he can't handle it during punishments at all. He's much too vulnerable and desperate to please during punishments for any sort of pain or rough treatment. When he knows you're happy with him and he's pleasing you, then he loves being manhandled and slapped but he can't handle that when he thinks he's displeased you and is trying make amends.

So after the first few spanks you immediately stop. You pull him into your chest and kiss the top of his head, telling him that the punishment is over and he's forgiven. Once he's calmed down, you tell him you'll find a different punishment for him and he's so so thankful because he never wants pain to be a punishment again.

The next thing you suggest is kneeling quietly. It should come as a surprise to absolutely no one that Aegon is very needy and absolutely loves having your full attention. He'll get all whiny and pouty and make everyone's life hell when he misses you or feels that he's not getting enough attention. In all forms except physical, he is a cat pushing something off a table for attention.

Because of this, you think that kneeling by himself could be a great punishment because he wouldnt have your attention and he wouldnt be allowed to do anything to get your attention. You put a pillow down in the corner of the room and make Aegon kneel on the pillow facing the corner so that his back is to you and he can't see you. You promise him that you will stay in the room the entire time. You sit on the bed across the room and pick up your book. You tell him that he is to kneel and wait for you to tell him the punishment is over. You remind him of his safe words and that he must use them if needs and then start reading.

For the first few minutes things seem good. You look up every now and then see Aegon is still kneeling perfectly, his head bowed. After another 15 minutes or so, you look up to see that Aegon's shoulders are shaking. You wait another minute, watching closely to see if he stops and when he doesn't, you call out to him and ask if he's alright.

He's silent for a moment, before you hear him whisper, "Red."

Instantly you get up and go to him, pulling him against your chest and letting him hide in your neck. You tell him that he did so well and thank him for using his safe word when he needed to. He just clings to you for a bit while you rub his back.

You help him walk to the couch and pull him sideways into your lap, letting him settle before asking him what happened. He sniffles and he tells you that he liked kneeling, but not seeing or touching you was too much. He felt like you were abandoning him, and he only wanted to feel like you were still there.

You promise him you will never make him do that again, that you and him will find another punishment for him because no matter what he does, you will never ever abandon him and you don't want him to ever think that you have. He nods, and he kinda rocks against you for a moment before clinging even tighter to you and then he whispered that he liked the kneeling. Before he started to feel lonely, he liked it.

You ask if he think he would like it if you let him kneel right by you, maybe keeping a hand in his hair or cupping his cheek. You make it clear that it wouldn't be a punishment, but if he liked kneeling that you can always try it in a different environment.

In response to this, Aegon takes a pillow, drops it on the floor between your legs and then slides down the couch to be kneeling in front of you. Immediately you want to tell him to stop and to come sit on the couch with you because he's clearly still upset and you don't want to try something new with him without talking.

But then you look down and he just... he looks so settled? He's staring up at you with wide, teary eyes and leaning against your thigh. His kneeling position isnt perfect and straight backed like it was when you punished him. Instead he was hunched over, leaning against your body with his head on your thigh. His arms are folded in his lap, and he smiles when you move a hand down to play with his hair.

It's so so so different kneeling right with you. He feels so safe with you literally watching over him, playing with hair and praising him. Maybe you even grab a blanket and wrap it around his shoulders? He absolutely loves it then.

It becomes something you do regularly. When Aegon is feeling particularly needy and unsettled, you'll undress him down to his underclothes, wrap a blanket around his shoulders and then have him kneel on a pillow between your legs. He can lean against your thigh and you read a book while playing with his hair or cupping his cheek or just petting him anywhere you can reach. Sometimes he tells you about his day, sometimes he asks you to read to him, and sometimes he just kneels there and allows himself to relax.

You never let him kneel for too long because it can hurt his legs, so after about an hour or so you always make him stand up. He's all wobbly on his feet and aways floating away in subspace by then. You help him walk back to the bed and then, because he's such a little dramatic princess, you always give his legs a little massage and stretch them to get the blood flowing properly. It's a process that always leaves him all warm and giggly and soft.

When youre satisfied, you sit up against the bed board and he immediately dives into your arms. Sometimes he's turned on and you might do something, other times he's asleep in under a minute.

[snburntandsad]

Simon Ghost Riley homes home early from deployment to find his partner having a depressive flair up.

CWs: Depression, skin picking/scratching, gender neutral user, relationship anxieties+worry spirals, SFW, (slightly) unreliable narrator

not proofread for grammar and written on low sleep- so sorry if the qualities less than ideal

When you first got together with Simon, the hardest part of being with him was when he was deployed. Fighting for his life while you ate Cheetos on the couch. Weeks on weeks of radio silence, not knowing if you’re anxieties were right, and he had found some pretty little replacement on base. You knew he wouldn’t, but that voice in your head, the one who told you things that would break your mamas heart, it was very convincing.

Dating a soldier wasn’t romantic like the media portrayed. There were no spine crushing hugs or long drawn out kisses when he got home. Usually the two of you would just press your foreheads together and you would guide him to the bed for sleep.

You would only get your holywood moments a few days after he returned home and had properly dealt with his post deployment anger. You didn’t mind, but.. you sort of did. You just wanted to see Simon when he got home, not Ghost, but it was just part of the deal.

But god, did he love you. He would never admit it to anyone but himself, the reason he was so hesitant to take his mask off when he first came home was that the Simon he knew was ugly on the inside, and that he had to eradicate any possibility of that ugliness bleeding out and hurting you. The only thing that scared him was becoming his father. Continuing the cycle. It was better if he was cold, at least then he couldnt burn you.

Thats how you got to now, lying in bed, curled up in an old blanket to avoid all the cracker crumbs in the sheets. Your nails absently dug into another scab you have yet to let heal, the stinging bringing you back to earth for a while.

Youre focus shifted from the twisting shapes in your popcorn ceiling to a key clicking into the front door.

Either Simon was home weeks early, or you were going to be kidnapped for ransom. There was a good chance it was the latter, but you figured it would probably be safe to assume otherwise.

A familiar grunt confirmed this, the sound of your boyfriend taking off his gear.

Youre excitement over seeing him was soon drenched by a realization that you wouldnt really get to see him until he cooled off.

He called for you, voice rough, a scratchiness to it that told you he was smoking again.

“Im coming, Simon, I’ll be there in a second” you pulled on the closest available sweater and padded out to the kitchen.

Seeing him again, all of that feeling of apathy slunk into the gutter to wait for the next seed of doubt the distance planted.

Your feet carried you to him, absently drifting into his arms. After a moment of contemplation, he raised a hand to rest quietly on your back, a subtle gesture, but it meant he cared.

Simon was pleasantly surprised when he managed to finish the job weeks early. He wanted nothing more than to come home to you, come home to your messy house, your shirts scattered across the floor of the bedroom, come home to your smile and your love.

When he stepped through the door, the air didn’t change. Usually it was like a weight lifted from his chest. Your levity was magical, but he couldnt feel it. The apartment was lit up by his laptop still on the pause screen of an abandoned movie. When he called to you, part of him thought that you left. That the one constant in his life evaporated just before he got the chance to really appreciate them.

He was proven wrong by the tired words that escaped your lips, just loud enough to be heard from the bedroom. As you walked to him, arms slightly red and covered in angry scratches and empty pimples. You werent all the way there, he could see that. Maybe his good luck about coming home early was only there because it had been taken from you.

He wrapped you up in his arms, he could tell you were hurting. He could feel the vacant uncertainty radiating off of you in waves. Its good he got off work early, he thought. He was going to spoil you rotten, at least, he would try his damnedest.

[freaksun]

tongue piercing reader x best friend!eddie munson

no smut nothing rlly happens just mutual pining and bad writing !! Eddie says m’lady but i think thats the only mention of gender.

You got your tongue pierced today, in a very professional shop a little out of town. Away from your best friend, eddie. Driving back, you decide to stop at a gas station to call and make sure hes home, you wanna stop by and show him your new shiny addition!!

the phone only rings once.

“Hey eddie!!” You almost squeal, though your mouth hurts, youre already excited to show him.

“Hi sweetheart, whats up?” He asks, adorning one of his many nicknames for you. Despite his constant use it still makes you a little flush.

“Are you at home?”

“��Course babe, why?” God, he couldnt stand to just call you by your name, could he?

“Im stopping by.” You state. You two stopped asking years ago, obsesed with each others presence.

You drive the rest of the way, jamming to the radio though you dont sing like you usually do.

He hears the crunch of gravel under your wheels as you pull up, the low hum of the radio, he jumps to his feet before you even stop the car, and hes outside before you can even open your door. You smile excitedly, you cant wait to blow his mind.

Opening your door, he helps you out, faux gentlemanly.

“M’lady” he grins “to what do i owe your grace?”

You smile, almost evilly “glad you asked, munson”

he looks puzzled, you usually play along with his antics, speaking back in some awful old-timey accent.

“Well, go on” eager thing.

You dont indulge him just yet, letting yourself into his home, saying hi to his sweet uncle wayne as he follows you inside. You bee line to his room, your safe haven.

“Guess what i got pierced” you start with, giddy, as you sit on his bed. (Ignoring the crumbs that are splayed across his sheets)

his cheshire grin grows instantaneously. “What????”

Instead of just showing him, you like to tease. “My tongue.”

“What????? No fucking way. You did not, youre lying.” He almost fumbles over his words hes so excited. When he met you, you were a shy kid he had to coax to talk to him.

“Show me.” He demands, like i said, you two passed politeness a long, long time ago.

You smile, ready to indulge. You stick your tongue out, admiring the surprised and maybe even shocked look on his face. You giggle at his widened eyes, your tongue returning to its place.

He takes a few huge steps towards you, sitting next to you. His hand timidly holds your chin, eyes meeting yours (finally)

“S-show me again” theres a new unsteady shake in his voice. You obey, sticking your tongue out again, more relaxed this time. He moves your head side to side, grasp on your chin steady. He admires you for a few seconds before his questions flood his mind.

“Where the hell- how did- where did you get this??” Is the first. “jesus, were they clean?? Professional??”

You scoff “of course, teddy come on”

He smiles. “Why the hell did you go without me? I mean honestly i coulda done it myself” you giggle, a sound warm and welcome to him. he turns his head to the side, still staring at your new addition, his hand still holding your head in place.

“I know, i know, but i dunno… guess i kinda wanted to surprise you. And honestly, i feel like itd be harder if it were you.”

He smiles downwards, like a guilty child. he takes his hand away.

“What? Why?”

You match him suddenly shy again. “Well, i-i dont know. I guess cause im not scared to back out so i probably would. And cause i like, trust you” you break eye contact, staring down at his pretty hands instead. “Like, so i wouldnt be expecting it to hurt cause its you…”

you dont look up to see it, but hes grinning like you just told him youre in love with him. Which by his standards, you basically did.

See, Eddies been head over heels for you since the moment you met, as kids. He always thought you were far too good for him. Too sweet, too pretty, too kind. So he never pushed a line. What hes blind to see, however, is the way you absolutely melt in his gentle hold, thw way your knees almost buckle when he calls you any of your many many nicknames.

[starlightsuffered]

Christmas Breeding

Info - infertility issues, soft Dom Timothée, pregnant reader, pregnant sex, breeding kink, cock warming

The day had been done slowly. Timothée wanted to cherish every moment he had with me. I did as well but ! was desperate for him to get to my surprise.

Timothée and I had been married for four years. We'd been trying desperately to get pregnant for the last two.

He'd been extremely discouraged when time after time the test was negative.

He'd decided that he would take off all of December so we could focus on just fucking. We made love on every surface of the house imaginable. However, when l'd ask if he wanted to check on my potential progress, he always said no. I knew he was scared and blamed himself.

He said we would officially check on the first of the new year. I hadn't been able to wait so long.

Last Friday I had felt it. My orgasm had been more earth shattering that it ever had. I'd felt like we were one and connected in our souls. I knew that had done it. I knew I was pregnant.

I had taken three tests and they'd all come back positive. I'd sobbed for joy. I'd gone to the doctor's to make absolutely sure. It seemed everyone agreed. I was pregnant.

I hoped Timothée wouldnt be upset with me for checking earlier than we agreed. I hoped he wouldn't be because I was excited beyond belief. I couldn't wait to show him the positive tests.

"Why don't we hope for luck on this Yule day and make love to see if it sticks," he crooned.

"Oh of course," I said. I began to slowly take off my short to show off my Christmas themed lingerie, but then I pretended | noticed something.

"Oh, Timmy, I think there's something left in your stocking," I said casually. A grin unfurled on his face. He winked at me.

"Cheeky," he chuckled. He clearly thought | had a sexy surprise.

My palms were slick. My legs felt like they might give way. I didn't know what he'd say or do. I was worried about shouting and blame even though Timothée was nothing like that.

"What- what is this?" He asked. His large hand shook as he held up the positive test.

"What does it look like?" I asked with a shaky smile.

"But, but, it's positive," he said slowly.

"Yes it is," | nodded.

"And it's yours? This is your test?" He clarified.

"Yes it is," I said, holding myself.

He dove into the stocking again. The multiple positive tests fell out. He breathed heavily as he held them and stared and stared.

"Is this a dream?" He asked with big watery eyes.

"No, it's not. I even went to the doctor and got checked out. I'm sorry I didn't tell you but-" He had marched across the room and kissed me forcefully on the mouth. His hands roamed all over me. He was sobbing gratefully into my mouth. I swallowed his noises of joy. I was electrified by overwhelming happiness.

"My beautiful girl, you are giving us a baby," he said.

"Yes I am, I will, I can't wait," I rambled.

"Get on the floor," he demanded. "And clothes off!"

I was glad that although I was pregnant, his dominate streak was still here. I tore off my pajama pants and I was just in my red and white lingerie. I laid out, on display for him.

"Oh no, I'm not on top, not while your beautiful body is growing my child," he growled. His clothing had been torn off as well, and his cock was throbbing and hard.

In seconds he was on the floor and he had me. He was ripping off my thong. He shoved the fabric against his nose.

"You smell even better pregnant," he moaned. He lowered me onto his dick and then he was thrusting upward harshly.

"I want that beautiful stomach all round with my cum," he groaned. "Such a good girl getting pregnant. You took my cock so well, so many times."

"I did, I did!" | whined as I met his thrust. He felt so good stretching me out. He was bouncing me up and down.

"I knew you could do it baby, I fucking believed in you so much," he promised.

"You did it too," I managed to get out over the pleasure. "All that, fuck, cum!"

"Yeah y/n you took it so well and I filled you because you're a perfect girl who deserves to be filled to bursting with cum," he was growling almost possessively. I knew his dominance and possession would get even more intense now. I couldn't wait.

"I will be, I'll be bursting," I agreed as I placed my hands on my stomach.

"That's right! Who put a baby in you?" He asked.

"Y-you did," I gasped.

"Say my name," he demanded.

"Timothée put A baby inside me," | nodded my head.

"That's my girl," he grunted. I could feel him throbbing and twitching inside me. He was gripping me. One hand came and held my stomach.

"Gotta put as much cum inside your tight pussy as possible," he said as his hips snapped.

"M'already pregnant," | moaned, completely cock drunk.

"Gotta make sure. I need to breed that womb over and over to make sure you stay pregnant with my baby," he swore.

"I'm gonna come," | cried as I my walls clenched him. I let out a wail as I came undone. I saw stars as my body convulsed and twitched.

"Gonna cum, gonna cum inside you," he moaned. He pulled me down so I was flush with him. He was spilling ropes inside of me. He was crying out too, so pleasured and overwhelmed. His load had never been so large.

"Don't get off. Stay on my dick," he pleaded as we came down. We were both still throbbing. I nodded and laid down on his chest. He pulled a blanket over us. Every so often he'd thrust up a little bit to make sure he could still feel his cum inside me. He would sigh in satisfaction when he did.

@pmak2002 @softhecreator @plutoispurplw @sp1deyyf4ngz @seungcheol17daddy @jesschalamet @vvsdreaming

[uramichisgirl]

heavyweight x lightweight

kumatani and uramichi are (clearly) confirmed heavyweights, whats it like when their partner is a major lightweight ?

and as for our obviously lightweight utano and usahara, what about them when their partner is the exact opposite ?

Full Durable for Uramichi cause im biased, hcs for the others, fem implied but gn

Uramichi -

One of his first impressions of you was how easily drunk you were.

You were a new hire, and the opportunity to get drinks hadn't come up yet. However, at the mandatory company get together Derekida lowkey threatened upon his workers to arrive at, he could already tell.

You were really pretty, anyone with eyes knew that. Uramichi thought hed be stupid not to know you were beautiful. But a thought hed never had before appeared in his mind as he looked down at you. You were stumbling around, cheeks flushed and turned up in a wide, pure smile, he honestly thought you were cute.

It made sense now, of course you were cute. But you had this almost mysterious personality, maybe it was a mix of you being a new face and Uramichi's anxiety, but seeing you in this light made the possibility of getting to know you brighter.

Uramichi, partly confused by his own feelings, was surprised when he looked forward to and started suggesting after work drinks.

Multiple, probably a lethal amount in total, of drinks were downed by urahara, utano, and none other than you.

He was so ready to observe your carefree actions. Work was stressful, it was calculated. You're there to do one job, do it right, and if you can manage to do it quick it may be just a little easier. You don't have the time to truly be as much of yourself as you can outside.

But instead, he felt Usaharas grating, irritating, agonizing voice right in his ear. He could smell the beer from his breath as he said so casually, with a sloppily slung arm across his shoulders,

"So, Uramichi ~ You've been the adamant one for post work drinks since (you) has come around. Whats with thaat ? Huh Uramichi ?"

He tried to tell him off, but he kept sluring,

"Huh ? Huh ? Huuuuh ?"

With a solid punch to his right cheek, Uramichi focused his attention away from the man childs whines and cries and back to you.

Your eyes were clearly set on the situation, noticing uramichi look back, you accidentally caught his eyes for a brief moment while trying to avoid being caught staring in on the conversation. You quickly looked away and brought another beer down.

You felt yourself get warmer, the atmosphere and sounds buzz in your head while your eyes dragged over to Utano.

She was once again complaining about her boyfriend, how every sunday, on her one off day, shed go support his shows, and even so he wouldnt man up and put a ring on her finger. It was a rough listen. Genuinely your idea of hell, failed comedian boyfriend of five years is ROUGH.

It just got worse when she suddenly turnt to you, full throttle on interrogating you.

"What about you ?!" She slurred, however, to you, slurred was basically normal for the pace the world seemed to be at. Everything was so dizzy, and you felt so hot under winter's sharp bite.

"Um.. no.. I dont have a boyfriend or anything." Usually you were more confident, but the spark under your skin and glimpse of Uramichi watching you made you freeze.

"Whaaat ? Seriously ? You've gotta be atleast talking to someone or interested, a person like you isnt just alone !"

Before you could defend yourself, Uramichi loudly coughed. His eyes went dark, a telltale way that even you already knew meant he was about to go on a depressive dialogue.

"Noww, just because someone isnt devoted to their love life doesnt make them hopeless !" His eyes narrowed, like a snake ready to suffocate it's prey. "Some of us just dont have the time or havent thought that much about it, Utano."

She sighed, forgetting how much of a loser Uramichi could actually be. "Fineee, whatever, all im saying is they're too fine for no one to be interested in them."

Uramichi just grinned while trying not to burst a blood vessel. "Yea Uramichi~" Usahara seemed to have regained consciousness. "Better be quick or she'll be snat-" And there was about another twenty minutes of no Usao-Kun.

You just smiled, and let your head fall against Utanos shoulder. "Mmmm so tired." She looked down at you genuinely ready to help,

"Ready to go home ?"

Your eyes slowly traveled across Uramichi. He looked great in casual clothing, his well trained body undeniably catching the attention of more people than you. Usano wasn't wrong, but you decided that night everyone was underestimating Uramichi Omota.

"No." Your eyes bore straight into Uramichi's, even though you were talking to Utano. "What about you, Uramichi ? Are you dating anyone ?"

Apparently just the words "Uramichi" and "Dating" together worked as a sleeper agent on Usahara, his blonde dyed hair immediately bouncing up and tilting back to make room for his large and loud laugh.

He wheezed, whimpered, choked and coughed before getting the memo that he was the only one laughing. "..ah."

But before Uramichi had the chance to properly concuss the man, you smiled back at him. "Don't worry. It doesn't make you hopeless." Your words were slurred, your eyesight sloppy, cheeks flushed and hair messy. But he swore, you looked like an angel, and he could hear the pure and genuine intent behind your words.

Oh.

He couldn't wait to see you when you weren't wasted. But he definitely wouldn't mind seeing you like this again either.

Kumatani -

He likes drinking but rarely ever gets drunk, or doesnt show it if he is.

You on the other hand, LOVE drinking, and always get drunk.

Hes usually good with others alcohol, I mean, the way he acts with Iketeru is just adorable.

Issue is.. you're much more aware than Iketeru, and actively are seeking alcohol.

And being friends long enough, he eventually learned the easiest control with you was damage control.

Routinely, he ordered your usual for you, (saw a bartender flirt with you once and it lowk traumatized him) and stayed with you throughout the night to make sure you didnt buss it down at the company party.

but everytime, you'd drink a bit too much, and cling to him tighter, or ask him to stay with you longer. his heart dropped everytime, his restraint getting thinner everytime you held him and looked up at him like he wasnt just your best friend.

so everytime, hed drink down shot after shot, even though it might as well have just disappeared after it went down his throat. But still, if he looked at you for too long, he felt a strange intoxication rise from his chest to his ears. so, for now, looking at the bottom of the shot glass would be okay.

Usahara -

If you took a shot for everytime he said "i wish i was funny" while drunk, youd still probably wouldnt be drink.

But, he would have already draken another two beers, and would be just all the more fucked up.

Really hes his own worst enemy. Drunkenly confessed to you in college, didnt remember in the morning. Now years later at Together with Maman, he still asks you out every drinking night after a few beers.

Kumatani and Uramichi think hes not as drunk as he acts when he asks you but whos to say.

Way too clingy. Fell asleep on your thighs at Kumatanis and got kicked out. Broke boyfriend hug in public bars 💔

Utano -

I mean, after she complains about her boyfriend so much.. of course you wonder if you could do better

Honestly, the question wasnt if you could, it was if she would let you. The bar is in hell, literally just dont be unfunny and broke. Buy that girl a ring !!

It started when she once clung to your arm and cried, "You would be a better partner !! I should just marry you instead !!"

Everyone kinda just blinked. No one on the show was emotionally stable but this is something new for sure.

You hummed, praying there wasnt any blush on your face. She was just drunk and.. probably didnt mean it. But still.. its a cute thought. You rubbed her back lightly, soothing her from her mood swing. "Sure."

Bonus : Iketeru -

Iketeru never drinks. Why ? 🍙

I mean, as long as you arent a crazy violent drunk then whats wrong with being drunk ? ^_^.. all the time

But honestly, doesnt really mind if you have heavy drinking habits. As long as he doesnt have to, why would he care ? Half of the time hes 🍙 anyway

Besides, he does think you do look quite cute when your cheeks are flushed and your lips are pouty and damp. Win-Win, right ?

[z0n1x]

OK MEOWRTHER FUCKER WHERE DOING THIS WHERE MAKING THIS HAPPEN

aka my favorite moments and notes on the new hc:bc: “[S] 8r8k.” done right after i watched it because I AM GOING TO IMPOLDE I NEED TO TALK ABOUT THIS!!!!!!!!!!!

MEGA FUCKING SPOILER WARNING! OBVIOUSLY!

(ignore how this is in windows media player i needed to slow it down a bit)

ok first frame up we got 3 preexisting scenes to ground us

with the calliroxy + john panel im not exactly sure why that little stain is there but probably just some like texturing idk id be surprised if it was relevent

sollux. soooollllluuuux >:[ this is a pretty funny gag though itll come back later

awwww little fork and knife dude! someonell probably think of a clever punny name for them so im not gonna bother right now

also it could just be the way the lighting affects colors here but that sort of looks like lime more than jade or olive to me. it seems too yellow to be jade but too light to be olive

would be cool if it was but i doubt it

with afformentioned knife and fork dude and swiffer and cliper and now this dude we seem to be getting a lot of greenish blooded background trolls

is that…. THE PINK KILOMETERS !!!! :0 lol

clear parallel to hic here

ok seriously what the hell is that?????? i wouldnt say its thief of life shit cuz then it’d probably be light blue but if were going by colors this would be a fuchsia blood thing?? i need to fucking know pleeeeease <<;;

neeeeever mind seems to be a thief of life thing though i would’ve thought stealing someones life to give to others wouldve been more of a rogue of lifes thing? whatever its still cool

cool ass shot

he still fucking uses those????????

those lil wrist things vaguely remind me of the signless’s handcuff association but these are a different kind i think so eh

ahhhh i get it ;3 its a bloodpusher

SHES GONNA FUCKING GET ME SCRAM!!! 0_0 (lol)

has (vriska) always wore knee high converse? if not thats a funny thing to add

NOOOOO DAVEPETA DONT EXPLODE YOURE TOO AWESOME D:

LMAOOOOO THE TROLLS FACE WHY IS HE SO D:,

ahhh partners in D:,-hood

GET EM GIRL WOOOOO!!!! KILL EM! yiffy 4 the win

indeed tavvy, indeed 0_0

im imagining him saying “GET DOWN TAVVY” in the same cadence one would say get down mr president

can someone with the genesis project put that code in to see what it has (first ones a 4)

(i love this little fourth wall addon with tavvy youth rolling across the scenes)

LMAO THE LITTLE EYE POP OUT also uncle? is this vrissy’s or yiffy’s? considering jade had it im going with yiffy

think about him next time you have boba….. smh

come on tavvy hit a corner cooome on (i like the video shaking here)

OH NY GOD ITS A JOHN METEOR PANEL FUCK DAMMIT

they are drawn so cute here in a panel so hard to pause on with 0.25 speed on T_T yiffy here is pfp gold

holy shit? of course they pull out the fucking painting for something that stupid. it’s beautiful

aw shit hopenado time

:0 godtier revives are always so pretty

IS THAT FUCKING BEC BLANC??????

(yes i think thats a good pun)

some one tag the gun identification guy we need to figure out what gun vriska is using on (vriska)

:o he’s actually controlling the hopey shit!!!!!

part 2 cuz the image limit:

[the-s1lly-corner]

Can you do a Crp x Reader who can't cook for shit but is really really trying? Like the food they serve looks good but tastes super bad

-From your local shit cook

Various crps x reader who cant cook

bro i made a cake for my birthday and its so good im becoming diabolical.. not really a cake person but this one turned out good!! cinnamon swirl cake w/ brown sugar cinnamon frosting my beloeved characters: laughing jack, ticci toby, slenderman, jeff the killer notes: reader is gn, they cant cook either, the only one who can semi cook is toby and slender but we dive into that in a minute cws: none

SLENDERMAN

the only reason he knows how to cook is through observing; be it watching you or watching others in the past... hes no expert but he seems to have more luck in the kitchen than you do

no need to worry about giving him something that tastes bad, he doesnt need to eat human food- assuming his body even accepts it- and i wouldnt be surprised if his perception of taste was a little different compared to human tastes

doesnt make you feel bad about your cooking, will keep an eye from the corner of the room to see what you could be messing up... perhaps you were messing up measurements, or using the wrong ingredients? sugar and salt is an infamous mix up, it wouldnt be surprising if there were other things that got mistaken for something else

assuming eating human food doesnt make him ill, he will humor you and eat whatever you give him.. its his way of showing support!

TICCI TOBY

can "cook" but in the sense that he knows how to microwave something and follow the instructions, or spice up a bowl of noodles or some other pre packaged goods

despite not being much better than you, he still finds it hard to conceal his face when he tastes something that... probably shouldnt taste like that... he may even instinctively say something out of surprise before backtracking- he may not have much of a filter but hes doing his best to protect your feelings

might force himself to eat through the rest of the portion, may even give some push back if you tell him he doesnt need to finish it if he doesnt like it

theres an effort but keeping his face neutral is hard

LAUGHING JACK

cant cook at all, probably the type to light water on fire and stand there in awe wondering just HOW he managed to pull that off... on top of that, he doesnt need to eat.. so he never really picked up on the skill

eats whatever you make him, not very phased by the flavors the dish may give him simply because this man has likely put everything in his mouth at least once at some point... so unless you make a new thing hes never come across before, hes not going to give much of a negative reaction

he might try to make you feel better by telling you that your cooking isnt the worst hes had, he used to steal food from homes he was lurking in as a joke... theres... definitely worse cooks than you out there

offers to be in the kitchen with you, though that will more than likely end in absolute chaos regardless of if what ends up being made is edible

JEFF THE KILLER

cant cook either, like toby he can only really microwave stuff and make the bare minimum to keep himself going... does not go out of his way to make things better

that being said hes not all that much of a picky eater so theres a good chance hes going to eat most of anything you put in front of him... so theres that! there are a few dishes hes rejected, though, whether verbally or physically (in the form of his body just... ejecting the food. whether in the form of vomit or simply dropping it before he has the chance to swallow.. depends on how bad your cooking is)

if its something you want to get better at he lightly offers to learn to cook with you, his tone comes off as him just saying it to get you to pipe down... but he doesnt fight back or leave when you commit to the idea and get him to join you in the kitchen

[sirens-sanctuary]

business casual

. miguel o'hara x fem!reader

. TW: NSFW!, oral (female receiving), pubic sex?,

. the promised fic, i have a few more in the works- also not proofread so except a few typos lol

. masterlist, taglist, rules and a/n below~

. NSFW! below the cut

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you were never really around miguel at the spider society, but you had a crush on him as soon as you saw him. how could you not? well- you could see why no one else would because hes your boss... sort of? hes just kinda the guy in charge around here so like technically if you were to do whatever you wanted to him it wouldnt be bad, lol ok.

you often got lost in these conversations with yourself at your corner in the ss (spider society, i cannot bring myself to type it out every time lmao)

miguel never really paid any mind to you, he appreciated your work around the place but there wasn't anything too special about you...he liked that. you were simple, you weren't difficult to figure out, not difficult to talk to, you weren't complex like the other things he needed to deal with. he liked that. however— he didn't like how you distanced yourself from him, just as you were easy to read it was easy to see you keep your time with him limited. can't have that, he hates that. he wants you, wants to hear you speak. he sees you yap with your friends here at the ss, but you would say only a few words with him.

he has a plan.. nothing extravagant, just a simple, not complex plan.

it was almost the end of the day when all the other spiders left and went home, you were still in your corner, daydreaming about miguel- you couldn't help it. your thoughts were fuddled until your multiversal watch started to beep. you held up your wrist and a little hologram of miguel popped up.. you were surprised to say the least..a little flustered too? you didn't know... i don't either.

miguel said he needed your help with something..strange but ok. you got up from your desk and made your way to his office- floaty thingamajig?– whatever the hell that floating shit is what is that?? you don't know what that thing is and it really doesn't matter.. you were thinking of anything to take your mind off of your impending doom, even if it meant arguing with yourself in your head about useless things..

you finally made it there and stepped into the open space and behold— The floating rock of shit and stuff, and there he was his beautiful muscled back facing towards you. you're lucky he was facing away from you because if he was looking at you, you would've pissed yourself. deadbutt.

how do you let him know you're here without sounding weird? this is hard, talking is hard, shouldn't have to be this hard. You should learn sign language.

"you gonna stand there or come up here and help me?"

Goddamn doesn't he sound beautiful. you don't say anything and web yourself up to his platform. because youre a simple person you made a simple mistake and missed your footing when you landed and almost fell back. almost. miguel grabbed your waist and pulled you back up towards him. he did this slowly, drinking you in with his eyes, slowly dragging them across your figure. his grip on you was heavy and tight. when you were standing upright you took him in as well, god hes just so huge and delicious. you never got opportunities like this, ever. you were never around him long enough to just stare at him and admire him. you guys were staring at each other for a while with his arm, still around you radiating a hot warmth.

you were a simple person, you went with the punches and the rolls so when miguel leaned down and brought your lips in for a kiss you went with it.. not like youd oppose to kissing him anyways. the kiss was slow and steady at first but gradually got more and more intense. sooner or later you were on top of the control panel on his platform. you were trying to keep yourself quiet, little squeaks and whimpers came out of you as miguel nipped down your skin.

he grunted as he ripped open your suit to gain access. you let out a loud gasp and said his name out of shock.

"keep saying my name hermosa, i like it when you say it that way" ("beautiful")

you let out a soft moan as he talked to you, his voice was laced in lust his want for you practically dripping off his tongue. he pushed your panties (oo lala) to the side and slid his finger gently down your wet slit. he let out a short huff, his breath fanning on your heat.

"que linda carino" ("so so pretty darling")

his sweet talk might as well been enough to make you cum. he closed the space between him and your mouth, his tongue and lips working wonders on your clit. you tried your best to keep quiet, biting down on your lip to silence yourself. your hand found its way into miguels hair and you pushed his face further into you causing him to moan. it sent shivers up your spine and made you finally moan out. miguels big hands wrapped around your thighs and he pushed them closed, oh miguel likes to be squished... he looked up at you. this man cant get any prettier, he was soaked in your juices and the light from the orange screens beside you glistened oh so nicely against his skin.

you were done being quiet, miguels feasting got more and more intense there was no point in trying to stay quiet. your legs tightened around his head making him moan and grunt more. his tongue and lips working wonders, hitting all the right places. you threw your head back and let out a very vocal moan, pushing miguels head down. he slurped on your juices loudly and sloppily before getting up off his knees and wiping his mouth clean.

he stared down at you with a proud smirk on his face, he enjoyed staring at you twitch with your blissed out face.

"gotta get you cleaned up, now don't we mi novia?" ("my girl")

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. yes i know it's wednesday, i'm sorry lol i was working on this last weekend and then didn't finish it??? idky but i finished this so i hope it's alright, i'm still getting a bit used to writing smut /~\, erm anyways hope you guys liked it and i used google translate again so idk how accurate the spanish is lolll, i also have a few series i wanna start so stay tuned (if you're willing lmao) for those~♡

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