#if you see how fucked up the hands are. no you dont

[gamblersdoll]

┗━━━━━━⊱ 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅’𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏

CHAPTER 1a

you tend to forget you hated hospitals.. but its not like you were there all the time. its actually been several years since you felt a actual bed, smelled the hospital’s deeply cleansed and medicinal remedies that reeks of latex gloves.

you hadnt even awaken yet, but you smelled it.. hence why you were starting to wake up. with a flutter of your eyelashes and a groggy mind, you looked around briefly before—

“oh my god, shes awake!” some girl with brown tresses and big, doe eyes started to shout. but you had to remember her name, because she looked awfully familiar.. was it like.. ochacko or something? if her fingers were visible, then yeah. “how do you feel? are you okay?” all the hurried questions started to aggravate you, but then others started to pile in.

they were all a mix of shock, fear, sorrow, but relief and happiness.

you remember a little bit more, the red hearts had abandoned you. the only ‘family’ that they claimed to be about to abandon their own.. for a bunch of people to abandon you as a highschool student.

“why am i even here..” you softly asked, looking down at what used to be red, bloodied hands.. but now they were clean, back to your color and movable.

“dont you.. remember us?” a yellow haired man piped up, with what seemed to be a zig zag of black across his hair.. denki was his name? he wanted to cry, but he just leaped over to hug you as tight as he could. “oh god, what happened to you?! we’re so sorry, tell us what happened—“

“get the fuck off me.” you snapped, eyes piercing and frantic. it was too.. early? late? you didnt know what time it was, but you know it was too soon to be touching anyone.

oh.

they all seem to be in a sour mood, but some of them were only happy they found you now than later. ironic isnt it? they took seven years to find you, and they think you were ‘saved,’ when in reality— they found you during a raid. no thanks to them, right?

the door opened, what seemed to be detectives and some heroes flooding in— you jumped out the bed to the nearest corner, but the heroes tried to calm you. “hey, its okay! youre not in trouble!”

“the hell are they doing here?” you growled to the chargebolt hero, and he short circuited out of frightened laughter. “fucking idiot—“

“chill out, its fine.” detective yamo— along with what used to be your teacher, aizawa , sigh and aizawa looks to you.. “are you okay?”

“do i look okay?” you snarled, seeing katsuki in the corner of your eye. “does this, look okay to you, hero?” your body seethed with venom.. because what kind of question was that? how could you okay after many years of suffering in the hands of villains, simply because of pure negligence.

“… i understand.” eraserhead says, but you didn’t believe that. “we just wanna make things right with you, and ask a few questions about the red hea—“

“you leave me to die at the hands of the league, and fail to come save me— and im supposed to do you fucks a favor?”

the room falls quiet, the tension becoming heavy and yamo sighs. “what do you prefer us to do?”

“leave me the fuck alone, is what i want—“

“thats off’a the table.” katsuki finally speaks up, eyes meeting yours in an awkward attempt to comfort. “we couldnt save you then, let us save you now.” he finally could get closer to you, trying to put his hand on your shoulder; for you to swat it away and scoff.

you rolled your eyes, biting your lip. “at least let me rest first.. then ill talk.”

“why couldnt we have gone back for her.” katsuki pressed, the hero society having no answer for the previous students of the class. “you all made an effort to get me, but not her?—“

“you also had a choice, dude.” kirishima replied, because he was right. they all had a choice.

“we were fuckin’ children, you doughnut.” he snarked back, and aizawa had enough.

“the timeline of when the kidnapping of you both and the war was too close, and unfortunately— it no longer became a priority. thats all there was to it.” he said, how pitiful. for a teacher, youd expect him to protect his students from all hurt, harm, and danger, right? maybe it were for the students worthy, or for the students who had good quirks…

“what’s gonna happen to her? we just got her back!” ashido— poor girl, she was the only real person who you befriended long ago.

“well,” he started, shifting his prosthetic leg, “it’s going to be a long while before she can finally trust you, or any of us,” he started off strong, considering how it was when he and present mic had to try and get shimo to speak.. “but, either things can happen: she gets charged with murder, and theft, and be locked up—“

“we dont even know if she killed—“ izuku started, but aizawa stopped him.

“or, she may have to go through the rehabilitation process and get the help, thats the favored option.” he finished, rubbing his beard. “especially with her vampiric quirk; though, they suspect that she had some sort of secret relationship with the murders.”

class a falls silent, and katsuki sighs. “il take her in,”

“are you sure? i could help! its my fault that she got left, and i know that youre busy and—“ izuku wanted to intervene, but katsuki thwacked him upside the head.

“no, you idiot!” he shouted, watching as he rubbed his scalp. “i promised her id protect her, and i failed at that, so this is on me.. got it?”

interrogation rooms were something else, you felt like you had been here before.

no lawyer, no pot to piss in, and eyes all over you to see if youd break.

“okay,” yamo started, pulling the chair our and having the back of the chair pressed against his chest. “whos all apart of the red hearts?” he asked, offering you water— of course, you drank.

it had been months since you drank water.. how were you even here?

“they all go by aliases, i dont know their legals.” you deadpanned, and he nodded.

“okay,” he inhaled. “what were the main objectives for the theft?”

“undefined.” you reply monotone, folding your arms and chewing the inside of your cheek. this shit was boring, “they all had their own .. motives i guess?”

“this isnt helping our case, yamo—“ the interning detective spoke up, slamming his hands on the desk and leaning down to your level. “either you tell us what we need and you know, or you can rot—“

“i suggest you back the fuck up off me.” you growled, raising an eyebrow. “im telling you all i know.”

“sit down, yakka.” yamo ordered, pushing the intern down. “sorry, ahem—“ he coughed, his lungs damaged from the heavy smoker he was. “what about the murder portions? were you.. involved?”

“do you think i was?” you press, because they can think what they want.

“well, to be frank—“ he starts, crossing beefy thighs crossed over each other. “it all points back to you—“

“because of my quirk?” you guess, and he had to nod to that. “your coroner must not get paid enough.” you chuckled, the joke flying over their heads. “i only have two fangs.”

“so, you werent eating people?” yakka asked, and yamo had to smack him upside the head, too. “its an honest question!”

“i havent had blood in many years, my old teacher taught me to have discipline.. until i need it.” you remember, aizawa pulling you to his office and reminding you a very important lesson:

people will see your quirk, and assume the worst, only if you respond to it.

“any idea where the red hearts could be?” yamo asked, making sure to note everything. “where are they relocating to?”

“no clue, you saw how they dumped me there?”

yamo nods, sighing through his nose. “okay.. when did you join the red hearts, vampire?” he asked, already making a new nick name.. you hated it, you were more than that—

wait.. were you an equal to him? or was he toying with you?

“when they broke into the league of villains.”

behind the glass, your class was only mortified about your past.. and it only made katsuki more angry at himself, and obligated.

yakka and yamo come from the room, closing the door and signaling katsuki to go in— a swift motion for him.

your eyes meet, and you felt disgusted, disappointed, and confused. it didnt matter, you survived! or.. at least you convince yourself to think.

“hey,” he started, looking down at you and sitting on the table. “so far, yer’ looking at either you get thrown in’a cellar or i rehabilitate you.” he gives you your options, folding his arms. “i want to be able to—“

“you leave me there in the middle of a room alone with villains, and you cant even apologize for it?” you start, eyes piercing at him. “rehabilitation, my ass. thats just a code for you guys cutting me open to see what my insides look like.”

the room falls silent, katsuki turning to look at you with a blank face. and yet, behind the glass, were shocked faces. “no, id take you in, and get you into therapy to become a civilized woman.” he sighs, scratching at his stubble. “im trying to help you, i dont have to do this.”

you scoff and turn your head. “are you trying to be genuine?”

“i wouldnt waste my time, you know that.” katsuki said , but you cut him off.

“i thought youd be some number one hero to save me when we were teenagers, but i was wrong, so i dunno.” you say under your breath, and katsuki has to bite his tongue.

“so what say you.” he asked, leaning down to you, waiting for your answer. “ill take you in, we’ll get you food and you can get help, and you wont go to prison.”

you stare at him, seeing the small wrinkle lines on his forehead, the slight bags under his eyes— you wanted to take his help, but the pain was like no before. you huff, looking away from his face. “no funny shit, dynamight.” you grumble, and he frowned.

he hated you called him by his hero name and not his name.

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[brotherwtf]

soft prompt for Clegan… their first moments alone after reuniting at Thorpe Abbots post-stalag, the relief, the excitement, the guilt….

SOBBING OMFG DONT TOUCH MY ANON ILL SHATTER INTO A MILLION PIECES

they can't show how relieved they are to see each other in public, not with Rosie and Croz hopping out of Gale's fort, and Gale couldn't let himself break when he first heard John's voice over his earpiece, so their first touch after months was a firm handshake, an embrace, something that all of the other boys did when they saw that major Egan was back

there's a glint in John's eyes though, a flash, that look that Gale knows means "meet me on the runway later, make sure you're alone", and Gale nods, tight lipped, with emotions running high through his system

it's midnight when they finally reunite, the bugs of Thorpe Abbotts singing their evening song, John's standing by Gale's fort, well, the fort he flew up in that day, looking up at it with a combination of hatred and fascination, the same machine that was almost their demise still their salvation

Gale's used to this routine, wordlessly follows John into the words where there's a slight roll in the hills, one that's perfectly obstructed from view

and once they know they're out of sight, Gale lunges for John, knees going weak as he embraces him, face buried into John's neck as he collapses to the ground, bringing John with him, he can't quite sob because he doesn't remember how to cry exactly, but he's heaving breaths like they're tears, pressing his face so hard into John's neck it's almost torture, John's hand equally as tight on him as if he's trying to mold them together, make it so that they're one being

"I'm so fucking sorry, John, I never should have left you, I should have turned around and killed that damn kraut myself for..." Gale breathes, words angry and quiet before John interrupts him "they would have killed you... they would have killed you for trying to escape... God Gale... fuck, you're alive" John whispers with rapture, large hand coming to cradle the back of Gale's head and press their foreheads together

"I don't know what I would have done without you," John admits, quiet like a breath, and Gale shakes his head furiously, hands clenching onto John's shoulders even tighter

"shut up... shut the fuck up, don't say that. I'm here, we're here, I'm with you now," Gale hisses, pulling away so he can look John in the eyes

John's eyes are glassy, but no tears break, he just cradles Gale's cheek and smiles sadly at him

"oh, Gale" John whispers

"John" Gale whispers back

and John kisses him with zeal, holding him tight between his hands but also so gentle like he might break, and Gale kisses him back, a laugh pressed between their lips because finally, they're back together, finally, they're safe

[andre-and-cal]

hii!! if u dont mind, could u do some submissive cal hcs pls? :3

Of course !! :D

Bottom Submissive Cal

Before Calvin and Andre had sex for the first time, Cal hadn’t really been fond of the prospect of taking it up the ass, even though he and Andre would be the only ones to know. Well— Cal didn’t really mind it necessarily, yet he did at the same time, if that makes sense. Essentially, Cal knew that at some point he’d have to let Andre see him, let him touch him and all— but he honestly kept putting it off. Kept brushing off Andre’s advances every time the other teen put his hand on his ass or inner leg. Later, Andre was initially kind of apprehensive to take Cal’s virginity, not wanting to accidentally hurt him, even though Cal insisted that he going to be fine.

When Andre jerks him off, the teen rubs his thumb over the slit on the tip of his dick, either mumbling out a soft, “You like that, Cal? You’re so fuckin’ wet… yeah, fuck, look at you,” or a hissing out a rough, “You’re such a messy little bastard. Why d’you cum so fucking easily? Horny bitch,”— Calvin’s fair-skinned cheeks redden at his observable taunts, and his groans become strained and animalistic; he sounds like some animal whining. Calvin enjoys it when Andre manhandles him, when he treats him like he’s lesser than, and his cock certainly does, too. Because he knows he’s at the same level as Andre— but feeling so… inferior compared to the older teen, at times, turns him on.

Cal and Andre have fucked before falling asleep before. They were in Cal’s bed, and Andre had gotten a bit of a “stiffy” after he and Cal were messing around and wrestling. Cal jokingly calling him “lieutenant” really made his cock twitch in his shorts. When they were doing missionary, he had to pat Cal’s cheek to remind him to be silent, and he clasped a hand over Cal’s mouth and forced him to be quiet, whispering a sharp, “Shhhh… c’mon, Cal, shut up. You’re getting too loud. C’mon now— do you want them to hear or some shit?”,, and needless to say, Cal shut his mouth. Eventually, they had to shift positions, with Cal on his hands and knees for Andre and Andre fucking into him slowly— yet his asshole still ended up all puffy and red after. It was better this way, with Cal whimpering into his pillows, getting drool all over the fabric. Andre ended up falling asleep on him, his shaft slipping out of his ass.

Cal has sensitive skin and gets rashes easily, so even the most minor scratches and lacerations result in his skin getting puffy and inflamed for a little while— only really for the rest of that day, though. Penetration to his asshole results in the rim getting swollen and red… Andre likes that. He feels like he owns him, like they own each other, and he knows Cal feels similarly because he hasn’t asked Andre to be gentler with his thrusts. When Calvin cuts himself, Andre gets easily aroused while watching the region encircling the thin, bloodied line extending across his wrist or thigh bulging and shifting into a light shade of pink. Sometimes he wonders if Cal has allergies.

Andre uses a lot of rhetorical questions to get Cal flustered. He kind of can tell what Cal’s body language entails when it comes to their intimacy. If he’s being shy, Andre knows he wants it. Cal isn’t shy around Andre anymore. He knows how much of a psycho he really is. If he’s being forward, Andre definitely knows he wants it. Andre doesn’t want them to get caught, either, even though the thrill of doing something kinda risky is appealing. But Cal and Andre will never risk fooling around in public places. Their bedrooms, the woods sometimes, and Andre’s car are one thing, but anywhere else is a no-go— unless they know the area is secluded, like the school bathrooms. They gain thrills from other activities, such as self-harming.

Cal easily cums in his boxers when he and Andre are dry humping or when he holds a gun up to his head. Because Calvin isn’t really afraid of dying anymore or of the prospect of the trigger somehow going off; he never has— he only remembers that fear from when he was younger. But it wasn’t necessarily a fear. It was just a sense of dread toward losing control of himself and his life, his living self. Now that he’s older and getting ready for Zero Day with Andre, he’s accepted the knowledge that he is going to die. The kindest way to go out is to go out with his boy, and he’s fully prepared to see what’s on the other side with the other teen.

[bbyg4rl]

daddy gets what daddy wants

cw: JJ x reader, smut, rough sex, (semi) public, degradation, daddy kink.

summary: dom!jj teaches you a lesson on submission. MDNI

< rough sex, edging, orgasm denial, squirt, exhibitionism, mean!jj, dom!jj, daddy kink, subby!reader, spanking, slapping (happens once), multiple positions >

a/n: this might just be the nastiest thing ive ever written LMAO im ovulating have fun.

He's pounding into you mercilessly, his hands hold your hips up at an angle so his dick can hit your cervix at every thrust. Your eyes are closed, its too much for you to handle. All you can focus on is the cold feel of his rings digging into your waist and his sharp grunts above you.

"open your eyes" he commands from above you. When you dont register his words through the stimulation you're receiving, he stops. He stops all movement until your eyes shoot open in protest. You need him.

"eyes on me or im walking outta here princess"

Its a threat you know he'll make good on if you dont listen to him. He's a punisher, If you dont submit you'll get punished. Fuck, you can't have that you need his dick in you.

"...Sorry" you mutter under your breath.

SLAP.

He slaps you across your face. "Louder baby, I couldn't hear" He feigns faux sympathy, furrowing his brows as he uses two fingers to calm the red mark forming on your cheek.

"Sorry Daddy" You whimper, loudly.

"Good girl"

He's back to rutting into you. His hand now wrapped around your throat. He's cutting off your airflow. He's watching as your eyes roll back into your head. Choked sobs and moans escaping your open mouth, gasping for air.

His pelvis hits your clit deliciously at every thrust. The bundle of nerves threatening to push you off the edge at every touch. Your back arches and he knows you're close. He pulls out. Sadist.

"JJ- Please" A pathetic whine leaves your body, aching for the feel of his cock.

He doesn't say a word when he flips you over. His hand pushes your head into the pillows as he pushes into you slowly. His thrusts are slower now. Painfully slow.

You can't even protest with how you're being held down. All you can do is try to move back into him, trying to regain the friction he's deprived you of.

SMACK.

He gives a sharp smack to your ass. Leaning down over you so he's speaking to your ear now- "Don't act like a fucking slut"

SMACK.

"Or I'll fuck you like one"

Oh how you wish he did just that. You moan against the pillow, a wordless plea. He accepts.

His hands reclaim their place on your hips as he drills into you again. His balls slap against your clit with every grind. Hes slowly pushing you to your climax.

"You wanna cum mama?" He taunts. There's that cruel tone again. You can tell by his demeanor that you weren't allowed to cum. He wasn't going to let you.

In a desperate attempt, you shake your head- no. But he knows better. He feels how you're clenching around him. He seeing how your back arches. He knows you're close.

SMACK.

"Liar."

Fuck. He caught you. You're fucked now. He pulls out. This is your punishment. He puts on his boxers and walks out.

No, No, No. You're scrambling to follow him but your legs are wobbly. You call his name- no response. You follow him into the kitchen- sweaty and naked. You're mind is so hazy you don't even care if the rest of the pogues saw you walking naked around the chateau begging JJ to come back to bed.

Whiny 'Please' and 'I'm Sorry's leave your mouth in an attempt to sooth his anger. Finally, he stops in his tracks. The pogues are outside in the cat's ass. One look toward the door and they'd see you and JJ. Risky. Just how he liked it.

He motions you to stand in front of him. You're looking straight at the hot tub filled with people. He's behind you. "Warned ya' not to act like a slut"

SMACK.

You jump at the sudden contact. He's bent you over now. "Be loud. Let them hear." He says as he starts bullying himself into your little cunt. He's holding your hands behind your back, pulling you up so your tits are bouncing up and down at every thrust.

Your eyes threaten to close but you know better. You couldn't do anything JJ wouldn't be pleased with. So you keep your eyes open, You're looking straight at the group, Hoping none of them took back at the house. How would you explain this to them?

But, Maybe, Just maybe a little part of you wanted to get caught by the way your pussy clenched tighter around JJ.

"Knew you were just a little slut, mama." He seethes in your ear. His thrusts are harder now, It feels like he's splitting you in half. Little 'uh, uh, uh-'s leave your mouth at every rut of his hips into you. You bite your lip in hopes to keep quiet.

SMACK.

"I said 'let them hear' didnt i?"

Daddy gets what Daddy wants. You stop let go of your lips. Any worry leaving your body as you feel his ringed fingers swipe at your clit. Fuck. Let them hear. You're a moaning, whining, sobbing mess in his hands. If he wasn't holding you up, you'd be a puddle on the floor.

You were close. Every push of his dick against your cervix teeters you over the edge of ecstacy. As if an act of mercy, he kisses your temple.

"Cum for me baby"

That's all it takes for you to burst. A loud moan leaves your mouth, surely catching the group outside's attention as your orgasm bubbles in you. Your release paints a white ring around JJ's still moving dick. It's as if you've been fucked into another dimension the way your ears ring and you lose all sense of your surroundings.

He wasn't done with you yet. He holds your boneless body up as he carries you back into his room. He's laughing at your mindless state. Who knew he could be so mean? You couldn't lie and say it wasnt making you wetter.

As you lay on the bed, looking up at him, he's pushing in again. Chasing his own climax now. He's drilling into you faster and harder. He's assaulting your walls with no regard to how overstimulated you were getting. Afterall, Daddy gets what daddy wants.

His fingers find your clit again, "Cum with me princess"

You feel him getting closer with how his thrusts were losing their momentum. His fingers getting more erratic. He pinches your clit with his thumb and index finger. Your body jerks at the slight pain before pleasure washes over you as you squirt around him. Thats all the motivation JJ needs to bottom out in you, he presses against the bulge in your tummy as he shoots warm white ropes of his cum in your womb.

He collapses on top of you, exhausted. He gives your shoulder a few kisses as you both pass out, his dick softening, still inside you as your combined release drips out of your cunt, dirtying the sheets under you. That was a problem for when you woke up.

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[itzsana-kiddingmenow]

hi, i got a request if thats alright <3

its lee! lee know and ler! skz (mostly extremely extremely rough tickles but also a bit soft)

basically ler! skz finds out lee knows armpits, armpits, belly button, and v line are his worst spot/some of his worst spots so they restrain him with bondage and absolutely wreck him and tickle him like crazy in those spots with a variety of methods (with tools like hair brushes, paint brushes, feathers, massagers, electric pen thingy, electric tickle devices, and those tickle glove things and just fingers/raspberries) and after awhile of tickling him with all those + raspberries, for a final blow before he taps out, they use all the tools at once in those spots (other spots too if u want) while also tickling him with their fingers and blowing raspberries like crazy until his laughter goes silent

if you do decide to do this, then ty <3 just dont overwork yourself and take as long as you need! 

𝙙𝙞𝙖𝙧𝙮:

𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨: I’ll update this a bit later bc my word counter site is down rn

tw: THIS IS SO ROUGH. BEWARE. there is use of tools, raspberries, rough tickling, teasing, lots and lots of tears, mentions of prolonged tickling, a teensy bit of angst…I promise y’all a soft fic will come soon :3

𝙖/𝙣: yes it is very me to put a soft moodboard for a rough fic 🎀

𝒍𝒆𝒆: minho

𝙡𝙚𝙧: skz

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𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐞? 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐛𝐮𝐛s🖤

Dear Diary,

I have no idea why I'm thinking this way today, but I seriously need to be tickled. Seriously need to be tickled. I've been feeling so, lee I guess? It's kind of pathetic that I should admit it, considering I always have the others beneath my thumb, but here it is anyway. I don't want to make it sound like I always need it, but when the urge strikes, man does it strike hard. I fucking hate it. I don't even know what's gotten into me, but I just can't think about anything other than my worst areas.  As soon as anyone even glances anywhere near them, I feel this strange, fluttery sensation in my belly, and I'm laughing before they even lay a hand on me. It's like my body anticipates what's about to happen and just surrenders before I can even stop it. Each time I even think about it, I can so tingly, as if they're already preparing for the worst.

It's a lot to deal with, but. a part of me actually really wants someone to just destroy me there. Perhaps even all the members, like, all ganging up on me at the same time. WHAT YOU DIDNT SEE ANYTHING. But then I would likely die from laughing, and I'd never ever confess it. I'd rather suffer any other punishment, anything Chan hyung would ever throw at me,  than explain to anyone how much I need to be tickled like that. And then there's my...you know...my belly button. Don't even get me started. I could practically feel the entire body tingling just thinking about it. I don't know why it's so sensitive there, but it is. It's like… it's not only the skin, but all that's around it that makes it feel so sharp. If someone even brushes against that place—just touches it—it's like a switch flips on inside of me, and I'm already laughing before I know it's happening.

And don't even get me started on blowing raspberries into it. That's the very worst. It's like my entire body just short circuits and I can't catch my breath because it's just too much. Honestly, I want it so badly, and I don't know why, but I'd rather choke on my own shame than let anyone know how much I'd adore just… letting someone go crazy there. I'm not ready to let anyone in on how weak I am when it comes to my belly button. That would be so humiliating. I just can't forget my v-line. That like, area, is major tickle spot. The moment someone even looks at it, I just go off. The notion of someone tracing their fingers up and down there makes my mind go blank and I start to turn very red, and not the positive kind either. It's just that bad, and I don't even know why I find it so…ticklish. And I can’t believe I’m even thinking about it, because the thought of someone targeting that area with intent makes me want to crawl into a hole and never come out. I know I sound crazy right now. I do. Honestly, I’m sitting here and wondering if I should even write all of this down. But it feels better to get it out. At least in the diary, I don't have the feeling like anyone can taunt me. Particularly not Channie—God, if he had a clue how bad I wanted him to gang together with everyone else and destroy me, I never would hear an end of it. He'd probably find it amusing, and that's exactly what I need less. The final thing. He already teases me enough. I don't even know what he'd do if he knew what was happening in my mind. Anyway, I guess I should maybe stop thinking about this before I get even more embarrassed. But… yeah, I'll own up to it. I want it. I really do. Just...don't tell anyone.

Seungmin gaped at the diary entry, mouth open and jaw dropped as he reread the last few lines again and again. His hyung…was in a lee mood?

Seung couldn’t believe it. Of course, he didn’t take Minho’s diary to invade the loser’s privacy, more like he had no idea what the little book was and accidentally flipped to the last page written and was automatically drawn to the familiar scrawl on the page.

All of a sudden, the most mischievous smile he had ever had began to grow on his face.

“CHAAAANNNN HYUUUUUUNNNGGGG!!”

Chan burst through the door, out of breath and the most terrified expression on his face. “What’s wrong? What’s wrong?! Something’s wrong, you called me hyung, there’s no way—Oh…” His sentence was unfinished as Seung stuck the diary under Chan’s nose.

…

“Oh Minho-yah~”

Minho arrived home after the most atrocious dance practice with some trainees, stretching his arms out and sighing as he dropped his bag near the couch and kicked his shoes off.

He didn’t wait for anyone to greet him, but the sudden urge to just run to someone and provoke them, or just downright tell them to just wreck him until he sees stars, was becoming too much to handle. Minho didn’t know how much more he could take.

But what he didn’t expect at all was being hoisted into the air by a certain bunny. “Changbin!” Minho hissed loudly, “What are you doing?”

”Ohhhh, you’ll find out, hyung~”

And Minho had to admit, he was kinda curious as to what Binnie was up to. So he let himself be carried right into Chan’s room. His heart leapt into his throat and he gulped down his excitement at the expression on Channie’s face. Mischievous, with that certain glint in his eye that let Min know he was gonna get wrecked. And boy was he excited for it. Minho was dumped very unceremoniously onto the bed and surrounded by seven gleeful members, who silently grabbed his arms and legs and tied them down as softly as they could, and all Minho could do was squeeze his eyes shut and whine half-heartedly as his shirt was being untucked.

“Come on…you really don’t have to…just let me gooo—”

“Quit the act, hyung. We all know you really want this, so shut up and take it.” Jeongin laughed as Minho’s lips squeezed shut and his face was red instantly. Humbled in an instant.

Hyunjin grinned beside him as he set some tools on the bed. An electric toothbrush, some feathers, massagers, and a pair of gloves that looked more like medieval torture devices.

Minho couldn’t stop the whimper that escaped his lips. But his heart raced into excitement as two very gentle hands closed over his eyes, clouding his vision and senses with the smell of cheesecake.

Minho gasped as something very cold dripped onto his stomach and he squeaked and bit his lip as it was spread around. Okay, this is fine—everything’s fine.

Suddenly, it seemed as though the members have decided to just abandon the idea of his shirt entirely. “Hey!” Minho yelped, but the feeling of hands at his sides made him shrink back again.

“You ready to be wrecked harder than ever, Minho?” Chan’s teasing, honey like voice floated above him, and before Minho could stop himself, he found himself nodding. The cooing and teasing that followed was almost unbearable.

Everything was still for a little while, with Jisung’s hands still over his eyes. Minho appreciated that—Sung knew how much he hated blindfolds. It also saved him the embarrassment of having to maintain eye contact with the others.

Then Chan began assigning roles. Minho whined, the urge to just yell at them to start was starting to weight him down heavily.

Then he heard exactly what was gonna happen to him.

"Okayyyy, so Hyunjin, you get paintbrushes, Lixie gets the massagers, Seungmin, you get the gloves… Changbinnie you get the—hmmmm, how about the feathers?” Chan hummed, settling onto Minho’s hips. “Innie you can use your fingers, you’re good at that, and Sungie is there to make sure Minho doesn’t faint, got it?”

Minho whimpered at the thought that there had to be a member who kept him from fainting. However, he was drowned out by the chorus of cheering and the sudden sensation of hands descending onto his sensitive, anticipation-ridden body.

The sensation was horribly ticklish. Minho grit his teeth and arched his back as high as he could as fingers kneaded into his oiled sides, and he could feel Chan’s gentle thumb circling his belly button and nearly choked on his own scream. Changbin was happily teasing the feathers around Minho’s ears, while massagers were circling his belly, courtesy of Felix.

Minho’s eyes watered instantly, and he couldn’t believe the volume of the laughter that burst out of him, along with the very embarrassingly high pitched squeal that he let out as Chan’s thumb finally stopped teasing and entered his belly button.

“AHHH!!” Minho screeched, “OHMYGOHOHOHOHOHHOHOHOHOOD!! OHMYGOD SLOW DOHOHOHOHOWN!!”

Minho’s entire mind went positively blank as he felt two very mischievous thumbs drilling into his armpits, as rough as possible. “JEONGIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIN!! NGHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHH—STOP STOP STAHAHAHAHAHAAAHA!!”

“Awwwww, does it tickle?” Chan teased, his eyes fond as Minho squealed loudly and bucked up and down under the barrage of fingers tickling him.

Then Seungmin got involved and Minho felt like he was gonna ascend. “Ohhh, did I find a good spot?” Gloved thumbs digging into his lower belly, the soft but spiky feeling of those gloves sending poor Minho into a squealing frenzy, much to the others’ amusement.

“He’s so cute!” Jisung laughed from above Minho, who was now beginning to cackle so hard his stomach ached and it was uncontrollable.

But it was exactly what he wanted. Fingers everywhere, Chan’s thumb in his belly button while the rest of his fingers spidered along Minho’s sides, and so many tools everywhere. Seungmin had now flattened his hands and was using his palms to drag the bristles along the sensitive skin of Minho’s v-line.

“OHOHOHOHOH MY—OHMYGOSHHHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAA!!” Minho howled. He could feel himself start to shake, his whole body trembling with the excess laughter as they began to switch spots. The gloves were now scrubbing at his armpits, and Minho was deemed completely helpless due to the restraints keeping his arms up entirely.

The second Jeongin’s nails switched to his v-line, dragging along the taut skin, Minho was so absolutely, completely gone. “Did I find another tickle spot?”

Minho let out another infamous squeal, his voice so high pitched at this point it didn’t even sound like him anymore. “YEEHEHEHEHEHES!! YES IHIHIHIT TIHIHIHICKLES SO BAHAHAHAHAHAHA—” Amd then it was quiet. Minho grit his teeth, screaming silently and bucking up and down as hard as he could, but it was fruitless. He was laughing so hard, and now he was completely silent.

“You’re usually so tough, aren’t you? And now you can’t even beg anymore~” Changbin’s voice drifted from above him, but Minho could barely register it in his haze of ticklishness.

“How much does this tickle on a scale of one to ten?” Seungmin asked in a mocking tone, his gloves hands now switching to his bristled thumbs rubbing torturous circles into the skin, watching Minho howl, his back arching as his grin stretched so wide and so adorably. Mouthing the word “TEHEHEHEHEN” over and over, but unable to form a sound

“He’s smiling so hard~” Hyunjin commented, grinning as he swirled his brush around Min’s belly button, making the kitten choke on another screech.

And with a loud, prolonged, frustrated screech of helpless laughter, Minho’s voice was back, squeaky and loud and desperate as he laughed himself silly…again and again and again with no end.

But he knew he loved it. And the others knew he loved it too.

“Awh, isn’t this exactly what you imagined in your cute little diary entry? Isn’t it what he imagined?” Chan asked, and laughed as Minho shot up all over again, his eyes wide and frantic and horrified. It was adorable.

“NOHOHOHOHO YOU DIDNT!! YOU DIHIHIHIHIDN’T!!” Minho screamed, his face the picture of adorable helplessness.

“Oh, we did~”

“THATS NOT FAIR—You can’t look through my—DIAAAHAHAAHAHAHHAAAA!!” Minho’s words weee gone the minute Chan went for his ribs, while the others continued their little attack on his ticklish spots.

“Uh—he looks ready to pass out, guys…” Jisung calls, fondly wiping the tears slipping down Minho’s face as the older screeched out a final “STOHOHOHOHOP!!”

And it did stop. Thank goodness. The tears didn’t, however.

Minho’s face crumpled as he buried his face into a pillow. And then the others realized they may have taken it a step too far to mention his diary.

Seungmin pulled Minho into a hug. “I promise you, we found it on accident, and we don’t judge at all. I honestly found it pretty cute, hyung…”

“M’kay…” Minho whispered, and buried his head into the warm, safe crook of the puppy’s neck.

“Good, you ready for dinner?—”

Minho slumped in his arms, and everyone burst into laughter when they heard the tiny snores coming from their adorable kitten.

[barkbre]

brat tamer chris who’s playing video games w his gf while smoking and you two have been passing the joint the whole time

ur on a win-streak and rubbing it in his face and he’s starting to get fed up and decides to get back at you by getting u cross-faded n waiting until it hits u like a truck

This.. this is LONG... LMAOO LIKE HIS DI- swapping this to crush instead of gf bcus.. listenn... the tension of high chris being ballsy with his crush has me in a chokehold!

Super smash bro's is a game chris prided himself in.....

and you're fucking DESTROYING chris right now- giggling and criss crossed next to him on the floor- his frustrated groans and continued hits of his joint fueling your laughter and ego.

and also. the room is so hot from smoking and sharing a beer.. and you're practically rubbing up on him like an animal would for affections and chris is very close to losing his shit.

after this round he sets the controller down and glares at you with a bitter laugh.

"You're a brat, y'know that?"

"Mmhm.. i do.. but being a brat is fun!"

"For you maybe!"

"Aw what? you dont like sassy?"

"Oh trust me i do- j-..just- you're a little bully."

"Ohh.. ohh pooorr chhrrriiisss... roll another joint for us because you love me soo much?"

"Groan. Whatever your highness wants i guess"

"Mm i like that nickname keep it up"

"Sure thing, Brat."

The flirting banter between you growinv much more.. intense while high... you feel warm in spots you maybe shouldnt about your best friends best friend.. josh would be hurrling over the balcony and whining on why you havent fucked yet.

you look over at the wrong time and Chris makes eye contact while licking the paper to stick- god.. that.. whoa.

His eyes glassy and red- lowered and heavy.. sexy so so sexy to look at.. are you staring?

"You're staring.. its not polite to stare you know?"

"Mm.. well why are you giving me hungry eyes like that huh?"

"No clue what you mean.. i'm just high.. my eyes just do that"

"Uh-huh... sure thing.. pass me that"

Its been about 20-30 mins and you've literally chunked through 2/4th of this joint and it suddenly hits you. HARD

and you.. notice how much closer Chris is.. and hes staring with a big grin.. is.. is this happening? maybe youre too high..

"Hey, Hon.. you alright over there?"

"Mm...mmmm...mhm..."

"Yeah? Pretty thing all doped up?"

"Shhhutup... stop.. you... are being.. mean.."

"Mmhm.. soo mean, baby."

and suddenly.. you've found yourself placed splayed out on your nice comfy bed.. and theres cold hands cooling your torso and your head is spinning when you look up and see Chris's large frame hovering over you

"Sweetness.. is this okay? the cold feel good?"

"Mm!- mhm... y..yeah..."

"Want more?"

"Please-please.."

"Oh so polite now..."

You find yourself almost fully naked now, Chris still fully dressed you whine, feeling the unfair power difference

"MmChrisss... clothes.."

"Hm? Nono, sweetie.. im keeping mine on.. you're too warm im just helping you cool down.."

"N-no y-you're being.. mean.. t'me.."

"Mm am i?"

"Yes.."

"You seem to like it.. a little squirmy there arent you?"

and now his hands are groping your chest and hips and throat and you're heaving and breathlessly moaning and gasping- the touch so elevated and intense now that youre high makes you sensitive.

And Chris has a stupid grin on his face. he can't stop smiling at how broken you look, his plan worked and he needs more of your pathetic persona...

You're shaking. Clawing his broad shoulders. Legs drapped over his shoulders while he presses your thighs into your chest, eyes rolling back with every thrust.

So dumbed out by Chris and the pot that yours shivering and your moans are airy and stupid sounding.

"F-fuckyes.. yeah... taking it so good."

"M-mm!-mmph!"

"Cant even.. ahh..hah... cant.. even function?"

"Mmah! ahh! ahfuck!.. d..deep!"

"Mm i know.. i know, baby.."

Soon his hands are around your throat holding you down into the bed while he fucks you deeper into such a submissive and relaxed state your body just gives into whatever Chris does. and he notices you cant keep your legs open from being soo fucked out and stoned he easily manhandles you into laying down on your tummy.. sliding his fat cock into your softened, wet, sticky core.

Chris's big hand in your hair yanking your head back while it's limp- finding ease in holding and pulling you where he wants you.

"goodah!- mm!- you're so fucking! pretty like this.."

"Mmm!-"

"You okay?"

He slowly stops to lean down and kiss your sweaty, soft face, waiting for any type of reply

"M-yeah- ple-please.. need.. you.."

"Yeah? you know you can tell me to stop whenever, right?"

"Yeah!- t-trust you, Chris.."

"Good.. good...want me to continue?"

"Mmhm.."

Safe to say.. you guys fucked the high out of eachother and fell asleep with the sounds of Super Smash Bros loading screen.

[trinnityn]

Abby Anderson HCs

Warnings: 18+ NSFW and SFW content below the cut. gf!abby, tribbing, strap usage R!receveing, kinda? Gymrat!Abby, Dom!abby, abby is lowkey a perv

A/N: Based on the poll results! ill post the Vi hcs right after this one. i lowkey think this is hot ass cuz i wrote it half asleep... mb chat pls dont flop😭

SFW

Honestly acts cold towards you, and not cause she doesn't care about you, she's actually very attentive to each and everyone of your needs. your heels are hurting you? she'll carry you if needed, you feel sick? she'll nurse you until you're completely healed, you're tired? next thing you know you're tucked in bed with her hugging you. half of the time you don't even need to tell her anything and she'll notice.

"baby. stop."

"what do you mean-"

"i can tell they're bothering you. ill carry you to the car, and dont argue with me on that.

Her being aloof doesn't mean she isn't clingy. Definitely isn't a huge fan of PDA, though, but she has her own way of showing her affection publicly without it being too prominent. like, sharing her food, giving you her jacket whenever you're cold, glancing at you to analyze your expressions at any given moment to see if you are uncomfortable or if you are upset, and hugging your waist to pull you close anytime it looks like you just simply need her.

is always confused about what to do whenever you're upset or you start crying cause she's not exactly good at sorting out the appropriate words to reassure or comfort you but she tries her best. most times she tries to cheer you up instead like, showing you her childhood photos, bringing you your favorite food, playing funny videos, showing photos of her dogs, and the list goes on tbh

"shh.. baby I'm right here, okay? cry all you need."

"do you wanna see little me? my dad used to take lots of photos of me when I was a kid. I have a whole album."

favorite time of the day is whenever you offer which you don't even need to do cause she'll say yes anyway to redo her braids for her or even style her hair differently. she starts getting so excited that her inner dialogue keeps running on and on about how heavenly your hands feel whenever they're threading through her blonde locks, how gentle every move is to take care of her hair, and just how she adores everything that you do, every breath, every move, and every word that you utter from your lips. everything about you Is just so loveable in her eyes.

As I said, she is probably not the best when it comes to expressing her love and affection to you verbally, so at the time when she confessed her feelings to you and ultimately asked you to be her girlfriend, she handed you a bouquet of your favorite flowers and little snacks she had picked up from memory each time you both hung out, and you plainly said "I like this" she'll take note of it and get it for you every chance she can.

"hey. I've been meaning to say this for a while, but I have feelings for you and correct me if I'm wrong, but I think you do too. Do you wanna be my girlfriend?"

Every habit of yours is just engraved in her memory. Bonus points if you're clumsy because she can always tell when a fall is about to happen, even before you realize it. If you almost bump into something, she hastily pulls you to her side so you avoid it.

NSFW

has broad shoulders. and always makes good use of them. like when she's fucking into you deep with her 7 inch, Baby pink strap that you picked out for her. or she just needs to hit that spongy spot, she hikes up one of your legs up to her shoulder, the plush skin of your thigh resting against her chest you were nearly folded in half before she adjusted to a harsh, punishing pace. her hand finding home on your other thigh as she kept a bruising hold of it.

"need me to go deeper? yea, thats what i thought."

purposely leaves her braid on at any chance she fucks you cause you'd tug on it, her nose nudging your sensitive clit as she redoubled her efforts, tongue licking and probing your sensitive entrance. hips bucking up as a feeble attempt to feel more of abby's tongue. Undoubtedly loves to jerk on your hair, ass up, face down as she fucked her thick fingers into your tight passage. She grasped onto a fistfull of your hair, using it as leverage to lift your face up as she ogled at you. Panting harshly with swollen lips, a string connecting your lips to the drool pooled up onto the pillow beneath that muffled your moans.

Likes sex with half of your clothes on, maybe even fully clothed. just something about hiking your skirt up and pushing your panties to the side to slip in a finger inbetween your already wet folds or slithering her hand into your shorts all the way into your panties to finger fuck you just turns her on so much.

Prefers skin to skin more than anything. dare i say shes a huge fan of tribbing. having you ontop of her, grinding and swirling your hips slowly as she felt her soppy cunt against yours, your clits rub against eachother. pure heaven. her hands take a hold of your hips as she encouraged you in a breathless voice

"yeah, good girl. ride me harder, baby. i know you're close."

"fuck. you're a natural, arent you?"

Uses your sextapes as preworkout or just on any occasion you send nudes, a video and she cant come over to touch you she starts acting like a prepubescent boy. basically starts working harder with the sole thought of building up more stamina and being able to fuck you harder, faster, longer the thought of it just lingers as her grip on the weights in hand makes her knuckles go white, supressing her urges while her thoughts go against her with the dirty pictures of you engraved in her mind.

I can see her as both an ass, and boobs girl tbh. gives fair attention to both, spends most nights just crawling up her hands to your bossoms before unclasping your bra, she squishes, squeezes, rubs, caresses both of them as she cherished the feeling of having both of her hands full. she abruptly takes one small bud into her mouth as she ravished it with attention, letting it pebble underneath her ministrations. on the other hand, in any chance she gets while your bend over on the kitchen counter, she ruts into your ass, the friction making you stir in your position as a hand crept to tug your shorts down, bringing your panties along. she delivers a stinging slap against one cheek

"count, baby. dont miss a number or we'll start all over again."

mostly tops, only lets you top on certain, special occasions like valentines, your anniversary and so on. it doesnt mean she doesnt like being pleasured, she just favors in taking care of her girl first, and when you try to defy her? best believe she'll put you back in your place. her hands trailed to remove every modicum of clothing on you, baring your body under her gaze as she sloppily kissed you. you're pinned down agaisnt the bed before you make a sudden attempt to pin her down. to your surprise it worked. Abby let out a dissatisfied grunt as you took over, her tongue fighting for the advantage against yours as your hand leads to cup her dripping sex, pressuring her clit against your palm.

her hand gripped your wrist to withdraw from your flimsy movements as another grasps your hips to twirl them around, bringing back the original position as she hovered above you, pulling away from the kiss slightly. she murmured with her lips an atom away from yours

"dont try to fight it, baby. im the one who takes charge here."

A/N: Hi chat.. please if you can.. leave me requests. i need it ❤️

XOXO, Trinnifer 💋

[tanukitsuneko-suki]

w episode 2 thoughts:

- wait lol philip can go out to the ground floor?? for some reason i thought he’s just stuck in the basement like he’s shotaro’s pet researcher lmao 😭

- this fuckass t-rex head

- wait hold on guys this guy with the red dot scarf kinda looks hot

- i’ve thought the girlfriend is involved with the gaia memory since last episode btw ☝️ idk if that’s right but i’m locking that guess in

- “would this make me superhuman?” lol he’s not gonna advertise that the gaia memory will make him a god, would he “if i had to describe it, i’d say you would become a god” ah okay

- kirihiko 🥰

- hmm…marrying in the family because he’s a good salesman and he has successfully courted the sister? hmm.. that’s not right. suspicious

- philip’s so funny he’s like yea sure i can do that to whichever library demands sho has

- it’s cute..hmmm….

- they probably know that philip only has “almost all the knowledge in the world” because they tried looking for the people supplying the gaia memories and they can’t find any about them

- binder clips in his hair. what an icon

- the way they need three keywords to find the answer they’re looking for…welcome back persona 5

- ah fuck i messed up the fanart i didn’t know he had leather strap bracelets 😭

- ah

- “shall i give you my prediction for what will happen next, shotaro?” “…” “you will naively attempt to reason with a dastardly criminal and nearly be killed” sorry this interaction felt like a PUNCH to the GUT. shotaro having a heroic streak that puts him in harm’s way and philip’s all too aware of that?? scolding him. Sarcastically. fuck okayyyyyyyyyy AWOOGA

- why is the cute demure twink suddenly suggesting murder

- he’s not at all what you guys advertised lmao 😭😭 i thought he’s cutesy and nice and fluffy 😭 “you have to eliminate her” okay damn

- like i wasn’t expecting him to be an angel (i was) im just cackling at him and his grey morality (i like it)

- literal DEVIL over shotaro’s shoulder 😭😭😭😭😭

- deathly entertained over mr philip double. what’s wrong with him

- HE PUNBCHED HIM

- LOL LMAOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

- WAIT THEYRE HAVING A BREAK UP IN EPISODE 2?!?!?!?!?!?!?!

- IT’S BEEN TEN MINUTES SINCE THE EPISODE STARTED 😭😭😭😭

- this actress is really good?? earlier while it was unconfirmed i thought that the girlfriend’s acting kinda sucks, very saccharine and fake, and now that she ‘dropped all pretenses’ the acting went up a notch. wow… they’re too good at acting that they can act as if they’re bad at acting…..

- MOTHER

- I’M SAD SHE PROBABLY DIES THIS EPISODE BC. MOTHER

- if u caught me replaying 13:05 for hours do NOT say anything

- “idiot! why did you follow me!?” “i was worrieddddd 😭😭(Ｔ＿Ｔ)” I LOVE HERRRRRR

- mother swallow me whole instead 😔💔💔 men aint shit

- philip rolling in with a lecture i bet…they must have done this break up - get back together routine for quite a while now

- shotaro’s 🙁🧍🧍 has me giggling 😭😭 he’s so contrite…. Dw you did your best

- “why did you hit me?” *holds out hand* there’s a specific feeling i have for this scene. i feel it a lot for tokusatsu. i will draw it eventually

- shotaro you’re so stupid /pos

- THEGDJESHHS THEY CALL EACH OTHER AIBOU??!?!:!!.!.!.!.!! WAOW

- i wonder what the puns for their names are

- OH MY GOD THEIR ARMS FORM A W HAHAHAHAHAHA

- does he just faint. i think it’s funny that they just make him faint. a princess….

- GIGGLING WAY TOO HARD AT PHILIP’S ACTOR PROBABLY MASTERING HOW TO STUNT FALL THROUGHOUT THIS SERIES

- “what’s your special talent” “i know how to faint without getting injured”

- girl please dont wake him up what if they detransform 😭😭

- makes sense why they had build transform with the whackiest powers. w already got to the stereotypical ones

- just tossed him there. i guess philip’s also in the body so like. maybe it’s fine

- do they get better in syncing up their voices later in the series bc atm it sounds funny as hell

- is he naked 🙁 a little upsetting to see

- oh my god get a towel or something dude

- ass out in television??? what about the kids

- need his ass to go away faster

- hey are his dick and balls hanging too

- why the fuck is he typing in romaji 😭😭😭 this pretentious bitch 😭😭 englishaboo

- i cant get over it it’s literally so useless for jp and english speakers is it bc the typewriter he bought had english characters only 😭😭😭😭 making himself miserable for the aesthetic

- how i feel calling gentoku “gen-san”

- messed up his page…type that again sho-chan

- akiko I Love You

- philip at the back simply amazed. i love you too son

[bookwhored]

welcome to the Emily Prentiss scene! are you a writer, blurber (idk if that's a word), and just a general Prentiss lover?

also, if you had any emily headcanons that you'd be willing to share with the class, I wouldn't be opposed 👉👈

well hi there!

im more so of a blurber and hc fanatic. ive written once or twice and gotten some really good feedback, but i dont plan on writing much :3

i am a general prentiss lover, though! im obsessed with emily. her and elle greenaway are my two fav characters of absolutely all time (and yes, im a prentaway shipper.. if that doesn't tell you how desperate and gay i am—)

i am willing to share some of my hcs though, 100%!

⋆˚ 1. emily definitely can and will decide to strap you down at late hours of the night once she returns home from a case. you can expect her to be tired yet so needy. she wakes you up with a whole bunch of kisses, soft praises, and whines. "hi baby, im here–" and definitely "i missed my girl–". she's definitely whimpering the whole time, though. she misses the way you felt. fingering herself to a few polaroids she took of you when you guys have sex (im gonna piggy back off this idea in a sec, just you wait) and the pics you always send her.

^᪲᪲᪲࿐໋2. emily prentiss and her love of cameras. i could definitely see her as someone who usually has a digital camera and a huge, meticulously organized google drive folders. one folder specifically is dedicated to you. she loves taking pictures of you after sex (with consent, because its very sexy). she takes pictures holding your face, hand grasping your hip, your thigh, or your ass. she keeps this for her cases when she's away. its her saving grace. she also really enjoys polaroids. she has a polaroid in her phonecase of you two at a party garcia held. i like to think she has a few mint tins that are filled with polaroids she's taken or you've taken, whether it's in the kitchen or in the bedroom. she loves taking pictures.

☾⋆｡𖦹 3. sex @ headquarters. theres definitely been some times when she's in hq, stressed about cases, and definitely also sexually frustrated just because she thought of what you and her did the night before. looking at the pictures didn't help. she goes off in her head, replaying the sexy scenes between you guys, yet it still doesn't get the job done. so she calls you. she sometimes makes up a little lie, like she forgot her lunch at home or forgot a file, or she's sometimes so straight up with you. so you go into hq and straight to her office. you really would also wanna catch up with everyone, but you can't leave your girlfriend horny and hanging alone in her office.

you get into her office and she immediately makes sure her office blinds are closed. once thats done, she puts you under her desk, and she unfastens her pants. you get a birds eye view of the soaked, lacy black underwear she put on this morning. the pair that you loved the most on her. you could smell and feel the arousal radiating from her. without thinking, you quickly tear the underwear off of her out of desperation. and you begin your relentless assault on her dripping pussy. her hand slides under her desk, and she tugs at your hair, pushing you further into her pussy. your nose brushes her clit as you violently eat her out. a simple: "fuck, baby" escapes her lips. you know shes pleased.

︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶ ୨♡୧ ︶︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶

thats all for now :3 i hope you enjoyed anon!

[idiotic-cryptid]

AUT VIAM INVENIAM AUT FACIAM I will either find a way, or I will make one @graysonwildemere

[corpsentry]

pick your battles

[just-null]

Wowie rly digging the yandere clone headcanons… how would each react if their darling tried to run away from them?!

You said tried so I assume this was a failed attempt!

Short answer: they get really upset and try making it your fault (shocker.) Ain't no way any of these mfs think they're the problem. Good news! you're mostly unharmed and alive.

This will just be purely writing bc i mostly had thoughts! sorry no drawing this time!!

[cw! mentions of potential harm to reader (no actual harm done), manipulation, toxic relationship dynamics (yandere flavor), obsessive behavior]

Sekido

You're always being hunted the moment the sun comes down and you don't return home in time. Reasons like that are exactly why he hates it when you part from him. 

This time is different.. he can't find you in your usual spots. There's no fucking way, right?

How could you.. No, how DARE you? Do you think that he's some joke? That his feelings for you are something that you can run away from like it's nothing? 

The second he's sure the sun won't harm him, he's already white knuckling his khakkhara, swinging at anything and everything in his path until he gets to you.

They know how to sense if you're near or not, hell, they probably know how your specific blood type smells like. 

Did you think cuddling up to you and memorizing every detail about you was for nothing? Don't be stupid. All he needs is a trace of you and he's gone in the blink of an eye.

You better enjoy running while you can because when he catches you, and he will, those legs of yours won't have much use after he's done with them. 

Sekido doesn't WANT to do this, but you honestly give him no choice. After he trusted you enough to stop looking over his shoulder, you do this? How can he ever put any faith in you again!?

On the bright(?) side, Sekido's rage wouldn't be solely on you, it'll ricochet onto everyone, especially the other clones and himself. 

They were supposed to be looking after you! But they can't do anything right, even a task as simple as this. 

And why did he think it was a good idea to trust them with something of big importance when all they do is fuck everything up!? Everyone's idiocy is rubbing off on him!

The entire time on his search for you, he's cursing and wanting to crush anything he can get his hands on, especially your bones. 

He doesn't even bother with speaking to the others, too busy spewing out all sorts of hurtful and frustrated comments about everything. 

The brutal thought that you’d rather run away than be with him isn't one he wants to entertain, but it's echoing in his head.

At least, once the other clones get there, Karaku and Aizetsu brawl with Sekido so you're unharmed while Urogi carries you overhead. 

Sekido's jealousy flares up when he sees you in Urogi's arms, making him even more pissed if that's even possible. Great, now he looks like the bad guy and the other three, the saviors. Fucking perfect.

There's a lot of yelling and a lot of blood, especially with Urogi making things so much more annoyingly difficult in the air. Karaku and Aizetsu aren't helping. Why is Sekido suddenly the problem?! You ran away!! 

But when he calms down enough, he's cursing at everyone through clenched teeth. Sometimes trying to convince the others that you don't even need your legs anyway!!

Once you get back home (or temporary prison until you somehow regain favor), Sekido will eye your legs while gripping his staff from time to time. 

Exactly why he's forbidden to be in a room alone with you for a while until he settles down..

He glares at you more often and grows colder than before. Arguments are more common where he twists your words just to have you talk with him and be angry within reason. 

Any other type of conversation makes him so irrationally upset that the others need to step in so that he doesn't lose his temper again.

Karaku

The calmest out of the group. He brushes it off as “you're playing hard to get” again, and if he makes a ruckus, you'll scamper back and beg him to stop like always!

Then it gets darker out.. and when Sekido left, he seemed pretty pissed. Like more than usual..... shit.

Karaku sprints after Sekido when it clicks that he's found you. His mind starts reeling, unsure whether he should laugh at the absurdity of your decisions or get pissed off because you didn't even bother to give a hint! 

Not like that would do anything aside from give you away but regardless!

Everyone needs to relax, this is obviously something they can sweep under the rug. This isn't that big of a deal and you're just having a fit, but things like these can get you hurt, y'know? 

They're fun and all, sure, just maybe give him a heads up next time, yeah? Sekido can't take a joke, you know this!!! Still.. There's a way Karaku can work with this.

He'll be able to swoop in, save you, be your hero, and remind you why staying with him is kinda important. Just in case you forgot~ 

You don't wanna be out and about without his charming grin and protective hold would you? Don't answer that right now, he has a feeling you'll say something wrong!

Yet.. what if you need a firmer hand to remind you of what Karaku provides? What if you got a little too comfortable being protected so you thought you'd be alright leaving them? Man, who knew you could be spoiled!

Because of this, he would purposely fumble, letting Sekido get near you just so he can stop him at the perfect moment. He purposely gets hit too and makes sure some blood gets near you. To remind you how that could've been yours.

When Sekido calms down, Karaku laughs in your face and would pinch your cheeks if you weren't up in the air with Urogi on the way home.

You should've seen your face! It was really cute~! Maybe getting scared is your thing? He'll note that for later.

He offhandedly advises you not to do things like that all the time, fighting Sekido always kinda sucks, but it's not like you actually had a chance of successfully running away so he won't chastise you too much for it. 

That's not his job, and his heart hasn’t pumped that fast in a long time.. not even in a fight! You're so amazing~~

And delusional if you think he's not going to milk this “heroism” thing back there for some extra affection points with you. 

Don't be so mean. he got his head blown off twice and jaw dislocated thrice, not to mention everywhere else on his body. Don't you think those parts of him need some extra loving? more than usual?

There's not that much Karaku can say after that aside from reminiscing like it was a funny story. He's not upset about it, mostly a little miffed you got kinda far without him noticing, but he gets over it. 

The usual routine starts back up for him when you're back home. It's like nothing happened, but he keeps a closer eye on you since everyone's so tense.

Urogi

If you're not home before the sun sets, Urogi's clawing at the walls with stress. He usually accompanies Sekido to go find you, but this time is different. Urogi could just barely tell you were around.. When Sekido bolts, Urogi's flying as fast as he can, trying to find you first. 

You're so far.. you must've gotten kidnapped!!!!!

The stress from before burns into anger, expecting to see someone having their hands on you while you're calling out in vain. How could he let this happen?! Damn sun! 

He darts through the skies even faster imagining it, and when he finally reaches you, you look.. fine? and alone. and looking at him like he's the danger. He's here to save you, dummy..

Urogi falls to his knees, burying his face against your stomach and finally wrapping his arms around you again. Your fists violently hit his head and yank fistfuls of hair back, but it doesn't phase him. 

Your comforting warmth is back, that's all that matters. And god, your smell.. it's almost making him dizzy. He missed you so much.

There's many holes to the story in Urogi's head as to why you're so far from home, but he fills them in with more convoluted delusions. It's just a peaceful reunion right now.. 

That is until Sekido finally arrives and starts swinging his khakkhara way too close to your fragile bones. 

Now he's back in defense mode where he scoops you up and tries flying out of reach. This is so stressful!!! There's lightning everywhere and he keeps having to dodge the multiple staffs thrown his way. 

He shields you with his wings as best he can while trying to stay in the air, so you don't get hurt during Sekido's outburst.

In the skies, it's much clearer to see the hurt behind the haunting glow of Urogi's eyes. Did you care about how he might feel? Did you miss him at all? Did you not feel loved enough? Did someone say something to you? 

As he maneuvers the sky, he holds you as tightly as possible, lightly digging his talons into your skin.

Being without you for a couple hours is agonizing enough on its own. If you HAD left him, abandoned, cold, alone.. he doesn't want to think about it. All that matters is that your kidnappers or liars or whatever influenced you are gone, and you're back safe with them!!! 

You.. you still like him, right? Of course you do, fate wouldn't force your paths together if it wasn't for a reason!

Coming back home is uncomfortably tense, especially with how violently Aizetsu kicked Urogi across the room, nearly through the wall, when he tried to lick your wounds clean. It really hurt! 

When you're patched up, Urogi is ten times as clingy if that's possible. He has his arms looped around you constantly so you can't stray too far, and if his hands are busy, he always has his wings!

As happy as he is that you're back, he can't help but cry into your chest sometimes. Everything is so tense nowadays, he hates it! How could you go and do something like that? Apologize immediately! Or at least hold him too? Doubt creeps in a lot, and your attitude isn't helping.. 

His mood swings are stronger. From sobbing uncontrollably into your clothes to being all smiles and radiating with joy the next just because you said something vaguely decent.

Aizetsu

The demotivation started to creep in the second you left. During the day, Aizetsu sits by the door, wanting to be the first one you properly greet. Sekido and Urogi usually bring you back and he'll be the one in your good graces without lifting a finger. That sounds nice.. 

But as the footsteps fade and the silence lingers, Aizetsu feels miserable the longer he waits... Hold on, silence?

Before he realizes what's happening, he's already dashing to where the familiar commotion is coming from. Dread sets in as his legs take him as fast as they can whilst being the slowest of the four. This doesn't feel like they're rushing over to you after a long day, it feels.. dangerous?

What did you get yourself into..? Why do you insist on going to places Aizetsu can't follow? Are you safe? He hates not knowing.

Usually you're the one who's fine. You deal with four demons almost daily! Please please please be okay. He can't fathom it if you were hurt. 

When he gets there, the puzzle pieces fall into place and Aizetsu gets even more depressed, but at least you're not hurt. Well, not if he interferes. His movements are sluggish, a perpetual frown plastered on his face as he tries holding Sekido down. 

Aizetsu wants to dissolve into the floor, and he does sometimes. Not wanting to fight Sekido off anymore, he slumps over. 

This could've been a regular day where you came home.. Are you serious? Leaving? How pitiful could you be to actually think you could get away? Or was it that you wanted to play some sick joke on them? Well, it's not very funny... It's terrible actually.

Aizetsu stays silent on the way home, walking with a bit more energy knowing you're near despite his heart ache.

You can feel the harrowing disappointment radiating off of him the moment you all go back home.

He's tired, annoyed, and so unbelievably upset. Aizetsu grimaced when Urogi got near your scratches with his tongue, so he “politely” ushered him away. 

Knowing a human's weak points is good in battle, but he started trying to learn how to heal them, specifically because he knew these types of things might happen.

As he cleans your scratches, he's actively scolding you for leaving in a cold emotionless tone. And by scolding, he's using manipulative language, trying to make you guilty for everything you did. 

He barely has the energy to live, but now that he finally found his light in the darkness, you want to leave? Is it so wrong he wants to hold onto what makes him even a smidgen happier than usual? He reminds you that he'll wither away without you, but he's not really too keen on dying just yet.

When he tries to get back into a routine, he just can't. He knows why you left, but he doesn't want to hear it. Even if you're sweet to him or not, he'll hold you from behind when you rest.

Looking at you is too much, but being away from you is even worse. Aizetsu compromises this way, but gets quieter, occasionally sniffling when he hides his face behind you.

There's too much going on and he's so tired.. If it weren't for the others, he probably would've held you so tight for so long so that you both would perish together.

Maybe that’s why he's only allowed to hold you when you're asleep. Just please don't do that again.. He NEEDS you. Please, please, please.

Safe to say you gave them a scare. When they double down on the protectiveness, living is ten times more difficult for EVERYBODY. when you lose their trust, it's pretty difficult to gain it back, but not impossible!!

Sekido and Urogi will always assume the worst if you're gone for too long while Karaku and Aizetsu give you a little more freedom until the others drag them along into their worries.

[lokh]

also i think if roleswap laios and canon laios met theyd immediately start fighting.

[xxplastic-cubexx]

it doesnt need to be said but its genuinely so funny how at-the-hip charles and erik are in krakoa like they really had the green light- the OBLIGATION- to be as obnoxiously close to each other as possible and abused that right to the fullest extent

[shaxza]

[littencloud9]

bsd fandom has always mischaracterised kunikida to hell and back but the fact that i am seeing SO MUCH hate for his character right after his 'death' is insane