#if you’ve got an idea or smth is on ur mind

[chilschuck]

`✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ feel free to send me requests for stuff or just rambles if u want to chat!! i have two requests i’m still working on, so if you submitted something and it’s still not done, i’m working on it today!! <3

here is a cozy lil chil for u <3

[luveline]

Hiiiiii!!!!!!! I recently got back into criminal minds and devoured all ur hotch fics like a MANIAC (you write. So unbelievably well. Im also in love w ur tasm peter stuff, you are just such a good writer thru and thru) and that one request where Jack calls reader mom for the first time really stuck w me so I was wondering if maybe I could request smth of the opposite? Like not-so-single mom!reader and hotch have been dating for a while and her lil girl calls him dad for the first time :3 🖤🖤

thank you for requesting! 💌 —your daughter calls Hotch dad for the first time. fem, 2k

“Come in, come in!” Hotch says, the door held ajar by his arm, forcing you to squeeze in and save the heat. “Quickly, honey, please, get out of the rain.” 

Sarah bursts in through the door and away from the rain, her vinyl coat covered in raindrops, her boots wet with mud. “Aaron!” she says, pulling it into something softened and excited at once, though her ‘r’s are weak, closer to ‘w’s. “I missed you.” She jumps from one foot to the other. 

He makes sure you’re safely inside before he abandons you. It’s not very kind to you, but he can’t help himself. “Sarah,” he says, without your daughter’s sweetness but heavily fond, “I missed you more, honey. How many days has it been?” 

“Four!” she says, holding up four fingers as Hotch grabs her by the waist. 

He doesn’t mind her wet coat, working an arm around and beneath her to shuck off her muddy shoes. They topple to the ground to unveil damp socks. 

“Oh, no, your socks are wet. I did all the laundry while we were waiting, I have some warm ones for you in the dryer. Should we get you out of this coat?” 

“Where’s Jack?” you ask. 

“Eating. He was starving, couldn’t wait.” 

You kick your shoes off and gather them with Sarah’s to line up by the door. Hotch takes off Sarah’s coat with some one-armed manoeuvring, aware of her smiley gaze following his every move. 

“I,” you say, pressing a swift kiss to his cheek, cold lips to his rough skin, “am gonna go to the toilet really quickly. Hi, handsome.” 

He savours your kiss and watches you go. He owes you a better greeting, he missed you just as much as he missed your girl. For now, he wipes the cold from Sarah’s cheeks and stations her comfortably on his navel. 

He loves her like his own. He’s privileged to get the opportunity, and it’s hard not to feel that low level of awe whenever she’s around, because she loves him the same way. Sarah waits for him to smile before she wraps her arms around his neck, long enough to twine her fingers in the short hair she finds there. 

It’s funny to love someone you had no hand in bringing into the world, but no less real. He’d do anything for Sarah. I miss you doesn’t cover it, but it’s a start. “I missed you,” he murmurs, not well-versed in baby talk but always willing to try for his kids. “It’s so nice to see you. Jack missed you too, should we go see him? I can change your socks.” 

He ushers her back enough to see her. She has such loving eyes, not shy at all as she nods her head. “Can you make crackers?” 

He beams. “Oooh, yes. Crackers and cheese and apple slices, I know what you want, honey. It’s ready for you in the kitchen.” 

Things weren’t easy at first for either you nor Hotch. He works too much, and you both have priorities that can’t be shifted, but the connection between you was easy. Love, undoubtedly, pretty much the moment you met, even if it scared him. He never thought he’d get a second chance and he’s not sure you thought you’d find yours either, and yet loving you has been as helpless as loving your daughter. He doesn’t have a choice and he doesn’t want one. 

In this time, you’ve found routine. He’s introduced the idea of moving in together and you’re excited for it, though concrete plans haven’t been laid. There’s a lot of questions and no need to rush into answering them yet. He has no intentions of letting you go now —Hotch will do anything it takes to keep his small family. 

Today, right now, that’s crackers. 

“Sarah!” Jack says when he sees them, jumping off of his chair to climb on top of it. He holds his hands out and Hotch leans down with a loving laugh to let his son hug her. “You’re back!” 

“I’m back,” she agrees. 

“Do you want some of my sandwiches? Daddy made me two.” 

“Yes!” she says, wiggling to be put down and given what he’s promising. 

Hotch fights to take her to the sink and wash her little hands, to her horror and whining. He says, “Okay, okay, I’m sorry, sweetheart, but you gotta wash your hands before you eat.” 

He puts her in her own chair, and it is Sarah’s chair, outfitted with a big pillow so she can see the table and marked by a pink star sticker, putting a placemat in front of her. Jack quickly pushes one of his sandwiches towards her. “There you go.” 

“Thank you, Jackers,” she says. 

Hotch smiles. Despite their different interests and ages, they’re quick to get along. 

He shouldn’t pry while you’re in the bathroom, but he worries about you. “Honey?” he calls up the stairs. 

“I’m just changing!” 

“Yeah? Can you bring some socks for Sarah, please?” 

You shout back something incomprehensible. He returns to the kitchen, where Sarah looks over the chair with pleading eyes and asks, “Crackers?” a piece of lettuce stuck to her chin. 

“Ah,” he says showfully, turning to the fridge to grab the plate of crackers, sliced cheese, and apples he’d Saran wrapped an hour ago. He peels off the wrapping and places it in front of her. “Here, sweetheart. Do you want anything else? Maybe some chips?” 

She laughs and grabs a piece of apple without answering him. 

“What about you, sweetheart? Drink?” he asks Jack. 

“Yes please, daddy.” 

Hotch makes Jack a cup of orange juice and Sarah a sippy cup, hers diluted some with water. He places them down in front of the kids, crouching between their chairs, intending to stay and chat. “How’s that?” he asks, tilting his head to the side to listen for your light footsteps on the stairs.  

“Thanks, daddy,” Jack says. 

“Thank you, daddy,” Sarah echoes, reaching for him. Hotch offers his hand, startled, not quick enough to hide it. She doesn’t pay any mind to his expression, pleased to have her hand held and her big plastic plate of crackers to munch on. 

“Why’d you look like you’ve seen a ghost?” you ask, passing him Sarah’s socks, and rounding the table to stand by Jack's other side. “Hi,” you add, ruffling Jack’s hair, “look at you, gorgeous, you got your hair cut.” 

Hotch rubs Sarah’s knuckles, trying to phrase it, not sure how to tell you with the kids still there. Will Sarah feel embarrassed if he brings it up so swiftly? Will she feel like she’s done something wrong? Will you? 

“What’s wrong?” you ask. 

He decides to present you with the situation. He’s not manipulative, but clever. “Mommy got your socks, too. Can we take these cold ones off, is that okay?” 

“Yes, please,” Sarah says.

You watch in confusion. Hotch gives you a quick look. Trust me for a second. 

He eases the socks off of her feet, laughs when she laughs at his tickling, even if he’s not quite sure how to feel. Happy, he gives her toes a squeeze and bunches a sock up to pull it over her heel and up to her ankle. “One,” he says, repeating the process with the same tenderness. “Two. There we go, all warm again, Sarah.” 

“Thanks, daddy.” 

You breathe in. 

Sarah puts some cheese on a cracker and offers it to Hotch, who eats it while you summon him away with silent parent talk. He kisses her forehead and wipes it clean as he goes. 

“Did she do that when I was upstairs?” you ask quietly. 

Hotch knows you. Loves you, but knows you intrinsically. He knows just by looking at you that you’re happy, but you’re worried about something, and it’s not hard to guess what it is: he might not want Sarah to call him daddy, and telling her not to might break her heart, and yours too. 

“She did.” 

“She’s never… expressed that interest to me.” 

“Sometimes they think about things more than we know.” Jack still surprises him as he did when he was a toddler.

“She just loves you,” you say. 

“I love her. She can call me whatever she wants to.” 

You hold his wrist, taking a step closer to him. “Are you sure?” 

“Of course I’m sure.” He murmurs now you’re close, ducking his head to yours, two halves of the same heart looking at one another’s hands. “I love her more than anything in the world. I want to make her crackers for the rest of my life.” Hotch puts his index finger to the soft skin under your chin. “Maybe by tomorrow she’ll forget she called me daddy and she’ll never say it again, but… I want her to. Is that okay?” he asks. 

You lean up to kiss him and you nod into his lips, which makes it hard but not impossible to kiss back. “She loves you so much,” you say quietly. You’d only wanted a quick peck. 

He might’ve said he loves her more than anything, but there’s a level on which he holds her and Jack where you sit too. He loves you. You made Sarah who she is all by yourself, and you’re so lovable standing in his reach. You’re perfect. 

Maybe he’s feeling sweet because Sarah called him daddy. 

“I think Jack confused her,” he says. 

“Maybe. You are, you know, her dad. You do everything a dad would.” 

Hotch slots his leg between yours and leans back to force you into his favourite kind of hug. You laugh slowly, hug the same, your arms sliding up over his shoulders to wrap behind his head, your hand cupping his hair. 

He closes his eyes and feels your waist. 

“You don’t have to worry,” he says. 

“I don’t worry about you and Sarah, I know you love her. I guess I just worry about us. Not that you don’t love me, Aaron.” 

“Big changes,” he guesses in a whisper. 

“Big changes.” 

He encourages you away to hold your face. He hopes that waiting with you in quiet for a while can explain it better than words. 

Your shoulders finally relax. 

[hwaflms]

wicked games! ★ [ l.jn ]

{💭} jeno : let’s play a game. you like games, right?

[☆] pairing. perv!jeno x f!reader, mentions of bf!chenle x gf!reader

[☆] genre. smut | dubcon + cheating au

[☆] wc. 4.1k

[☆] warnings. explicit content (mdni), heavy dubcon elements (don’t like it, don’t read.), infidelity, jeno is a perv, manhandling, voyeurism, dacryphilia, forced kissing, harddom!jeno, fingering, pussy slapping, dirty talk, degradation, oral (m. receiving), throat fucking, use of words like ‘slut’ and ‘whore’, slapping, lots of spit, hair pulling, forced submission, implied sex, implied breeding, i think that’s it but pls lmk if i forgot smth!

[☆] notes. i don’t condone any of this, if you don’t like it, just don’t read it! a little darker than my usual work, but happy (late) jeno day!! not super proofread but this was meant to be a drabble and i got a little carried away…but i’m also thinking of a part 2? idk ‼️ anyways pls don’t interact with my work unless ur 18+ thank u!!!

from the second your closed fist meets the door, you know this was a mistake.

this is not to say that you thought it was a fantastic idea before, spending over an hour just tossing and turning in bed in utter turmoil over the thoughts in your head. turning over to your left, you were greeted with the sight of your boyfriend chenle, sleeping soundlessly with slightly parted lips, arm wrapped around an extra pillow tightly. he wears a plain, white shirt along with a pair of checkered boxers, an outfit he slipped on after getting out of the shower and into bed.

you don't know where it went sour. you don't know when watching a show and cuddling you to sleep became him sleeping right after his shower with an arm wrapped around a pillow. you don’t know when the last time he touched you was. and you don’t remember when you started noticing jeno.

and you’ve noticed the looks, too. he’s not particularly shy about it either, so it’s some kinda of a miracle that chenle hasn’t seen him yet. when chenle first introduced you to his friends, you immediately liked every one of them except jeno. you couldn’t explain it at all, he hadn’t done anything outright bad but something about him just didn’t sit right with you. maybe it was the lingering glances, the way he shamelessly checked you out, the cleverly hidden but distinctly predatory look in his eyes when he surveyed you, even in front of other people.

jeno was chenle’s roommate, which meant you were around him a lot. you didn’t mind at all, initially, even seeking him out at home to strike up a conversation, or offer him a bit of something you had just baked for chenle. it was when you started becoming aware of the looks, of how his hand lingered on the small of your back when passing you by in the kitchen, of how his eyes scanned your legs when you wore shorts. you think the final straw was when you accidentally walked in on him watching some pretty rough porn in his room, which you only entered to return a pair of socks that got mixed up with yours and chenle’s laundry. in your defense, the door was ajar while he knew you were home, but what really got to you was the fact that he never even paused the video or tried to hide the tent in his pants when you walked in, just nonchalantly thanking you for giving his socks back. you didn’t miss the way his eyes roamed the expanse of your body for a couple seconds before you left the room awkwardly, making sure to shut the door.

at first, you were uncomfortable. you debated telling chenle in your head numerous times, but your lack of concrete evidence made you think twice. was it fair to try and turn chenle against one of his best friend over a simple feeling you got? maybe not, you thought. but that feeling never went away. jeno made sure that it was persistent, made you feel like you needed to constantly look over your shoulder, until that uncomfortable feeling kind of morphed into a defeated one. you realised that at this stage, jeno wasn’t going to ever do anything. he had his chances too, so you figured that if he was ever planning to cross a line, he would have done it by now.

so you accepted that he was nothing more than a pervert and there was nothing you could do about it. that was up until a week or two ago, before you found yourself looking at jeno in a different light for the first time. it was no secret that your relationship with chenle was souring, diminishing before your eyes yet neither of you ever brought it up. instead you both sank into your miserable routine of tolerating each other, choosing to coexist peacefully instead of talking it out like you would have initially.

maybe you started hating chenle. maybe it was the empty space between your bodies, or how cold your hands felt nowadays that filled your heart with such bitterness, or maybe it was the fact that your body was throbbing, just aching and begging to be touched, that made you think all these thoughts that would have never crossed your mind before. like the animosity you felt towards chenle. and the curiosity you felt about jeno.

forcing yourself to tear your eyes away from chenle’s sleeping figure, you find yourself in front of jeno’s door, hand raised and closed in a fist like you had just knocked. your heart is pounding throughout your body, in disbelief over what you were doing. it takes him maybe ten seconds to open the door but it feels like an eternity, an undeniable feeling of dread pooling in your stomach over a situation you put yourself in. his eyebrow is raised when he opens it, one hand on his door handle and the other resting against its frame, towering over you in a way that already makes you feel small.

“can i help you?”

can he? you don’t answer, mouth opening in an attempt to speak but no sound leaves it. he inclines his head as if to urge you to say something, a bored expression on his face. jeno is attractive. you can’t even deny that. he wears a black tank top that stretches over his wide chest, a pair of loose sweatpants paired with it. the muscles of the arm holding on to the doorframe bulge, a gulp going down your throat as you look at it and look away.

he releases an annoyed sigh to snap you out of your thoughts, hand coming down to grip your forearm, all but yanking you into his room. you don’t even have time to react, already shoved near his bed when he turns around, arms crossed as he stands in front of the door in a way that could block your exit. you should have known he wasn’t going to pass up a moment with you alone.

but still, you try and explain the situation away. “t-the wi-fi password…”, you explain with a nervous chuckle, feigning indifference as you remain near his bed, a good amount of distance between your bodies. “i need the um, wi-fi password.”

you don’t even have your phone. the realisation hits the both of you at the same time, your mouth falling open a little while he looks incredulous, a disbelieving smirk on his lips. “the wi-fi password. you didn’t already have it?”, he counters, taking a step towards you. “from all the times you been in this house?”

you take a step back along with him, a blush coating your cheeks at how stupid he’s making you feel. “there must be something wrong with my p-phone”, you hate the way you stutter, wincing as you poorly argued back.

“you couldn’t ask chenle?”

“he’s asleep…”. it’s weak, but you have to try.

he finds this amusing apparently, because he repeats your statement after you, and your body freezes when she shuts his door. “he’s asleep…”

all you can offer him is a quick nod, but he sees right through you.

“you didn’t even bring your phone, doll”, he snickers, mockery just dripping from his tone and leaves you feeling vulnerable. “come on, cut the shit, what did you really want?”

at the present moment, you want nothing more than to leave, but your body is unmoving. “i…”, you start but you almost run out of breath when he takes a couple more firm steps in your direction. “what?”, he’s mocking you, and you feel that in order to be a comfortable distance away from him, you need to be sitting on his bed– a decision you immediately regret.

he’s in front of you in an instance, but makes no move to touch you. you’re face-to-face with his crotch from your position on the bed, and you have to look away to the side, heart pumping in your ears. “we both know why you’re really here, y/n.”

it’s a statement, but he looks like he’s expecting an answer, one that you can’t give him. you do look up at him though, and the look that crosses over his face makes your blood run cold. it’s all too intense for you, and you look back down, but what you see makes you blanch, not knowing which direction to look now. how is he so hard?

it should disgust you, the sight of his hand reaching down to grip his thick cock right in front of your face, but it doesn’t. your heart is still pounding as fast as ever, but your eyes flick back to his when he practically moans your name, leaning away from him a little. “at least pretend you’re not enjoying this”, he practically spits and it’s so demeaning, him looking at you like you’re the dirty one. you start to shake your head and he mockingly mimics you, scoffing when your eyes turn pleading.

much to your surprise, he takes a step, albeit small, away from you, arms folding across his chest again. your first instinct is to get up and just make a run for it, but your body is in no mood to comply. maybe it’s the fear, but a part of you think it’s from that funny feeling in your stomach, one that used to make you recoil but appears to not work now. you also don’t fully believe that he’ll just let you walk out now. it seems like he recognises this, speaking up when your eyes dart from the door to his body.

“stand up.”

your eyes glance between his like they’re searching for something behind the crazed look. your body follows that demand however, nervously picking yourself up from your safe spot on the bed. he motions with his finger for you to come closer, but when you hesitate, his hand closes around your neck faster than you can react. you’re now directly in front of his face, close enough to see every mole, every eyelash. when he reaches his arms out to you, you’re quick to move away but he’s even quicker, grabbing ahold of your waist tightly anyway, holding you in place.

noticing the tears pricking your eyes, jeno lips curve into a fake pout, leaning down to kiss at the corners of your eyes. “i bet you look so pretty when you cry.”

of course this is what was always going to happen, of course. but you knew that. why else did you come here? the countless number of nights you lay awake next to chenle, just wishing he would touch you like he used to instead of falling asleep silently. that unnerving feeling jeno always used to give you, like he was just waiting patiently for his chance to strike. this was an ugly situation that you had gotten yourself into knowingly, and jeno looked like he was getting bored of giving you chances.

with the knowledge that he was finally alone with you away from prying eyes, he smashes his lips on to yours, not stopping even when you cry out weakly against his lips, caging you in with his body as you try and fail to push him away.

you do this because it hits you that you are actively cheating on your boyfriend, even though you didn’t exactly initiate it. with the situation looking as compromising as it does, your mind gets cloudy as you try to think of how you could appear completely faultless. jeno is relentless still, using every gasp and whimper as an opportunity to slip his tongue in your mouth, knowing he’s won when he finally feels your arms relax a little against his chest.

when he pinches the skin of your ass tightly between his fingers as a kind of warning, you kiss him back somewhat reluctantly, but no one asks you to slip your tongue over his. he groans into your mouth when he feels your fingers digging into the bare skin of his arm, the hand that wasn’t holding you in place coming up to roughly grope one of your breasts. this makes you cry out feebly into the kiss, arching a little into his touch against your will when he slips the hand under your (technically, chenle’s) shirt to continue his ministrations.

the thought of chenle makes your eyes snap open immediately, freeing yourself of the heated kiss now that your head wasn’t being held in place. this is wrong. it’s like you have now come to your senses, but the look of determination in jeno’s eyes tells you that you’ve come to that realisation much too late. “jeno, we- i can’t, chenle-”

it’s clear that he doesn’t appreciate you breaking the kiss, pinching your nipple harshly before removing his hand from under your shirt to instead grip your jaw tightly. “oh, now you wanna think about chenle?”, he seethes, forcing your face in front of his, tongue darting out of his mouth to lick at your bottom lip. “when you came in here this late at night, practically begging me to fuck you?”

he’s sick, he’s twisted, you think, because you were certainly not begging him to fuck you, but you can’t deny that you came here searching for some kind of trouble. and now you got it.

this feels like it’s some kind of dream, though nightmare would be more fitting, one of those paralysing dreams where it takes immense effort to control your body.

you shake your head ‘no’ and jeno tuts in faux sympathy, an action that you hate to admit causes some heat to pool in your stomach. “let’s play a game. you like games, right?”

you’re sure you don’t want to play whatever game he has in mind, but you understand that he’s specking rhetorically, your opinion on the matter has no place in this world. ���if i put my hand in your panties, and they’re in perfect condition, you can leave and forget this even happened”, he quips like you’re ever going to be able to forget this, smiling at you with no light in his eyes. “but…”

you were expecting the ‘but’ yet it still gives you chills, standing frozen in place when he runs his hand up and down your front lightly.

“if i find that someone’s ruined her panties for me…”, he trails off, stopping his hand at the waistband of your shorts, smirking when he feels your body tense. the heat of your body is basically radiating off you, and you know there’s no stopping him now when he looks up at you with a knowing smile. “i think i know what i’m gonna find.”

the next thing you know, you’re crying out against his chest, his arms holding your slackening body up as his fingers slip in and out of you easily. you knew you had lost this battle from the moment you knocked on his door, and jeno basks in his victory when he feels you clench around his fingers, licking and biting his away around your neck. “no marks, jeno, please”, you plead with him, eyes widening in fear at the thought of chenle seeing the evidence of your pathetic behaviour. “shut up and take what i’m giving you”, is the clear answer you receive along with a sharp slap to your exposed ass, your pants and underwear long gone as jeno works his fingers in you.

he bunches your shirt up above your breasts, releasing a whistle when he sees that you aren’t wearing a bra. “you were just waiting for me, weren’t you, you fucking whore”, jeno growls, and you think he’s truly deluded himself into believing everything he says, and it’s starting to seep on to you. your body jolts when he slaps your bare cunt three times in a row, like he’s punishing you for making him do this. “coming here with no bra on, just so fucking tight and ready to take me.”

he’s talking to himself at this point, because none of the sounds coming out of your mouth are coherent. jeno’s hand is forceful and quick, lips attached to your nipple and drilling two fingers into you at an angle that has you dropping your head into the crook of his neck to muffle the sinful noises you’re releasing. he sucks harshly at your nipple, letting his teeth graze against the sensitive tip, and you’re in tears, the sensation proving to be too much.

he’s pulling his fingers out of you and forcing you to your knees in a flash, but you’re just happy to be relieved of the torture administered to you by his hands and mouth, that made you cry out into his shoulder out of pain and pleasure. your joy is short lived however, when your eyes shoot open at the sensation of something warm and hard tapping against your cheek. and there it is, jeno’s impossibly hard cock mere centimetres away from your lips. “just made for sucking cock”, he notes, slapping his leaking dick against your teary face in a degrading manner.

he’s smoothing a hand down your head of hair, the action so heavily contradictory to his otherwise rough manhandling. “you’re gonna take me so well, aren’t you, baby?”. you think this scares you even more, because you have no idea what to expect, but he proves to be himself when he grips a handful of hair in each hand, using them like handlebars. when you let out a surprised yelp at the acute ache that results from him pulling on your hair with force, he enters your mouth fully, pulling back out when you gag. his eyes marvel at the string of saliva connecting the tip of his dick to your lips, rubbing the tears that slip from your eyes around your face with his leaking cock. “my dirty fucking cockslut, i knew you’d be like this.”

you’ve never felt dirtier, yet you can’t explain why you’re wet enough to feel the cold breeze that enters from jeno’s open window against your pussy, making you clench around nothing. gagging around his shaft for the third time because of how deep he sinks his cock down your throat, you bring a hand up to wrap around his base so as to try and control the pace of his motions. “there we go”, he hisses at the feeling of your hand wrapped around him and allows you to pump him a couple times, slipping only the tip of his dick in and out past your lips.

you keep up this pace, swirling your tongue around the tip and jerking off what you couldn’t fit in your mouth. though he lets you take charge for a short amount of time, he grows bored of your pace, opting to thrust his cock into your mouth, chuckling at your wide eyes. “i’m gonna fuck your mouth, and you’re gonna take it”, he chides, slapping your cheek once making you whine around his dick, tears mixing in with the spit and cum coating your face. “so, tell me baby, chenle doesn’t fuck you good enough?”

if he’s actually expecting an answer, you can’t give him one, mouth so full of cock that your jaw hurts, trying your best to breathe through your nose. feigning boredom, he slips out of your mouth with a sound of annoyance for a moment, and sighs in disbelief when you unknowingly chase after if with you mouth, leaning down to grip your cheeks and squeeze them together.

“i used to listen to you getting fucked by him at night. but i haven’t heard you moan in ages, pretty”, your cheeks are squished together and you feel stupid, jeno’s gaze piercing. “always knew i could make better use of you. isn’t that right?”

you sniffle, attempting to clear your throat and blink, vision blurred by tears. he thinks he’s funny when he uses his grip on your jaw to move your head up and down like you’re nodding, but your body feels so fucked out that your head keeps going when he lets go, a shocked kind of laugh escaping his lips. “fuck…you really are a slut. do you ever think about anything that isn’t cock?”

more tears leak from your watery eyes when his degrading words do nothing but send shivers straight to your core, mouth falling open when he presses his tip against your puffy lips again. he moans uncharacteristically at the feeling and sight of his cock in your mouth, fucking into your mouth and treating it like your pussy. your throat grows tired of swallowing around it but he looks drunk off the sensation, so you lay your tongue flat against the underside of his hard cock and let him rut against it.

he’s absolutely brutal and relentless with his tempo, but nothing shocks you nor makes your pussy throb as much than when he leans down and squishes your cheeks together again, letting spit dribble from his mouth and fall where his cock and your mouth meet. everything about the action is filthy, but you’re wetter than you’ve ever been before, hollowing your cheeks as his thrusts become more erratic.

you know jeno’s close when he starts muttering profanities under his breath, the hands gripping your hair controlling your movements and forcing your head to bob up and down on his cock. “dirty little bitch”, he starts off breathlessly, seeing the drool running off your chin bringing him so close to the edge. “sucking my cock while nothing but a wall separates your boyfriend from us.”

your knees hurt and his words sting, but he pulls out, quickly wrapping his hand around his cock and jerking it off right over your face. your mouth is still open and you’re sure you look insanely vulgar but it only encourages jeno, tapping his cock against your tongue repeatedly. “tell me”, he demands, spitting into his hand so he can spread the substance around your lips as you try and evade it. “tell me how much you love my cock.”

you’re repeating after him like a broken record, and broken you are, so fucked out and cock drunk that you need him to do your talking for you. “love your cock- need you-”, you’re babbling but he accepts it, groaning when he works his hand around himself while hovering over your mouth, finally thrusting it back between your lips. the way you readily go back to sucking him off makes his cock twitch, and within seconds, he’s spilling his seed down your throat.

as his dick softens, he slips it out of your mouth and for the umpteenth time, forces your lips open with his hand. he spits into your mouth, but you aren’t even surprised anymore, accepting it with hooded eyes. “swallow”, he orders you and you comply, sticking your tongue out to show him how well you’ve done. “that’s a good whore.”

you were maybe even about to reply when you both hear the unmistakeable sound of a toilet flushing, and your heart sinks– chenle is awake. you’re quick to attempt to scramble to your feet, but your legs have fallen asleep from being in that position for so long that they almost give out, not that it matters anyway; jeno has no intentions of letting you stand up. his hand is back in your hair again, making you hiss out of pain and doing a good job of holding you down, but you turn to look at him desperately, trying in vain to shake your head free. “please jeno- chenle can’t see, please-”

you’re a blubbering mess but jeno doesn’t care, simply wiping your tears from your face and cooing softly and before you know it, that unsettling feeling returns, your ears thudding with the sound of your heart. “chenle’s gonna see, baby”, he agrees in a sympathetic tone, thought nothing about him is soft or caring. “chenle’s gonna see his girlfriend getting stuffed full of his best friend’s cum, and he’s gonna see her enjoying it.”

[tkaulitzlvr]

Hi!! If it’s ok could I request Tom who’s only recently started dating the reader and she surprises him with a picnic date? He’s all excited cause he’s never had someone do smth so nice for him?? Hope this makes sense, feel free to ignore if ur not interested!! Thank you :))

ALL FOR ME? - T. KAULITZ

synopsis: with you being tom’s first serious girlfriend, he isn’t used to acts of affection. so, when you plan a surprise picnic for him, he is a little overwhelmed to say the least.

content: fluff

a/n: i really hope i did this justice, but thank you so much for requesting!!

adjusting the glasses of freshly made lemonade and laying out the napkins perfectly, removing any creases, i breathed out nervously, sitting on the park bench and tapping my fingers against the table. tom was going to be here any minute, and i silently prayed that he had followed the directions that i had sent him. he was desperate to know what i had planned, begging for me to give in and tell him, reminding me that he “hates surprises - the pressure of reacting in the right way just freaks me out”, but i wouldn’t budge, leaving him in the dark.

we had only been together for a month, and this was the first time i had ever planned a date for him. not that we didn’t go on any, tom had planned numerous, which consisted of the typical dinner at a fancy restaurant. and though i loved them, it was clear that tom had no idea what he was doing when it came to being romantic. he was used to meaningless hookups, showing a girl his idea of love, which only lasted for one night, until he moved onto the next. he was always hesitant on being intimate unless it came to sex, scared of doing it the wrong way, so he stuck to the books, staying within his comfort zone. but i hoped that this date would change things, would show him what it feels like to be loved, and the fact that he had never experienced that broke my heart.

after a few minutes, a sinking feeling developed in my stomach as i sat on the bench, still waiting for him to arrive, the possibility of him not coming fresh in my mind. 4:42pm - the time on my phone read as the screen lit up, 12 minutes after i had told him to get here. ‘maybe the traffic is just bad, or he got a little lost - he’s never been good with directions’ - my mind was working overtime, trying to think of excuses as to why he hadn’t shown up, stopping me from thinking the worst.

my fingers smoothed out the material of my summer dress as i stared at the floor, seconds feeling like hours as each one passed without him arriving, until i heard a familiar thick german accent making it’s way closer to me.

“baby?” he said, making my head shoot up, my eyes meeting the familiar pair of brown ones as a smile spread across my face. i stood up, adjusting my dress and walking over to him, my arms wrapping around his shoulders as i embrace him in a hug, his finding their way around my waist, his head rested on top of mine.

“i was starting to think you weren’t gonna show up.” i laughed, my words muffled into his t-shirt as my head rested in his neck. he planted a kiss on my forehead, pulling away from the hug, his arms not leaving my waist.

“you know i wouldn’t stand you up. traffic was terrible, i’m really sorry.” he apologised, peeking over my shoulder and seeing the display of foods and drinks i had spread across the table.

“what’s this?” he asked, gesturing to the table with his head and staring into my eyes.

“i thought i’d surprise you, you know, since you’ve planned all our dates. i thought i’d plan one for you this time.” i replied, taking in his expression as he stood there, shocked. he doesn’t say anything, his eyes widened, and my mind automatically assumed the worst.

“do you not like it? it’s okay if you don’t, honestly. sorry, i don’t know what i was thinking, i can just-”

“no. no! i love it, i’m just- i’m not used to anyone putting in this kind of effort for me, i don’t really know what to say. but it’s perfect baby, thank you so much.” he quickly interrupted, pulling my face up to his and gently pecking my lips. i sigh in relief, the worry of him disliking the entire thing now gone as a grin is plastered on his face, his cheeks tinted a light shade of pink.

“come on, let’s sit.” i said, taking his hand and leading him towards the table as he takes a seat opposite me, scanning the selection of sandwiches, small pastries, fruits and cakes laid out in front of him.

“this must’ve taken you forever to set up.” he said, looking upwards at me, and taking my hands into his.

“i’ve been preparing it for so long, i just wanted every last detail to be perfect for you. are you sure you like it?” i asked, overthinking as i wondered if he was just lying so that i didn’t feel bad.

“are you crazy? it’s perfect. but really, you didn’t have to do all this for me. my dates are so shitty compared to this, i’m really gonna have to step up my game, huh?” he chuckled, bringing my hands up to his lips and planting a delicate kiss on my knuckles.

“shut up!” i laughed, hitting his arm playfully. “i get it, you’re new to this affectionate stuff. but i just wanted to go out of my way to make you feel loved since, you know, no one really has before.”

he smiles softly at me. “you really are amazing, you know?”

“i try. but anyways, let’s dig in, this took me forever to prepare, don’t let it go to waste!” i smiled, picking up a pastry and beginning to slowly eat it, savouring the taste as he does the same.

throughout the date, he couldn’t stop smiling, constantly thanking me, planting short kisses on my lips - his way of letting me know how grateful he is. i took in every smile, every laugh, every time he would hold my hand across the table, the way his eyes would light up when he tasted something he loved, holding the food to my mouth and giving me a small bite, to which i would nod in agreement, a smile spreading across his face as he went back to eating.

i had never seen him so excited, so purely happy, and knowing that i was the cause of that spread joy to every vein within me. though tom wasn’t the most stereotypically romantic person, this partly because he was yet to be taught how to be that way, i could see that i was slowly getting through to him, showing him what true love felt like.

hours passed, the sun setting above us, the baskets which were filled with food now empty, our stomachs and hearts full.

“thank you for all this, honestly, i don’t appreciate you enough.” he began, standing up from the bench and holding his hand out for me to take. i accepted as he gently pulled me upwards, flush against his chest, his arms around my waist as he looked down at me admiringly. “i know we haven’t been dating long, and i understand if you aren’t ready to say it back, i’ll wait until you are. shit- i don’t think i’ve ever said this to a girl before, but i really think i love you.”

my eyes widened, shocked at his sudden confession. before he could speak any further, i reached upwards, gently pressing my lips against his, one hand in his dreads, whilst the other held his face. he was taken aback, but quickly kissed back, smiling into it as his lips pressed against mine.

i pulled away, pressing my forehead against his and opening my eyes, his already looking into mine. “i love you too, tom.”

requests are open! keep sending them in!!

[artdcnaldson]

hnnnnghnbhbbn repressed art is so yummy you always match my freak im tweaking rn!!!

also the little nods to patrick adding to his repressed-ness!!!!!! its so scrumptious

i dont know where you wanna take this but i have soooo many ideas i need him so bad

i just keep thinking about her finding loopholes to convince art to give in…

rn now in my mind i have smth smth about her being just so horny and wanting to play, so maybe going to wherever he is and telling him she needs a toy… like asking him for his hand and using it to touch herself and his hand just gets soooo soaked and wet and he really doesn’t wanna move it cause thats immoral, hes just helping out, but maybe hell crook his fingers inside and just watch how she goes crazyyyyyy… maybe he’ll make her squirt… yeah…

ily btw you get me!!!

- 🐚

I’m sorry this took so long that’s my bad baby </3 I read this came passed out died was brought back to life etc. please forgive me 💔

But hngnngngng I imagine he’s so willing and needy after you let him rut against ur thighs and get off :(( all clingy bc he’s like wait maybe she’s the one 🥺

Which is…… but anyways!!

But yeah god he’s just. A living breathing wet dream. He comes in from the courts all sweaty and flushed and smiley, chugging Gatorade or water or whatever. And it just fucking sets you off. You’ve spent weeks soaked and needy with no release outside of your hand. You just need something.

So you ask where Pat is (heading to the country club to swim) and how long he’s going to be gone (three hours max, but no less than one). So you drag him into your room, lock the door.

“Can I use your fingers, baby? You don’t have to move them, just let me play with them. They’re so pretty, I want to feel them. Please?”

And he blushes, looks nervous, but notes. “O-okay. Just tell me what to do.”

He’s so willing, so sweet. He swallows hard when you guide his hand between his thighs, when he feels how warm and wet you are. The first pussy he’s ever touched 🥺 and he gets hard so fast.

But he has to remind himself it’s not for him! He’s trying to help! Like you help. And it’s not wrong as long as he’s not really moving his hand, just like it’s okay if he humps you because it’s just him moving not you <3 so he ignores how hard he is, just lets you guide his hand because he’s just your sweet little toy <3

He thinks it’s interesting, the way you fold down some of his fingers, posing him like a doll. He lets out a choked sort of whine as you press his fingertips to your entrance. You’re so warm and wet inside, tight around his fingers, squeezing him.

He’s flushed the prettiest pink, moaning pathetically as you use his fingers. And his brain is so fuzzy, filled only with the feeling of you hot around his fingers, dripping wet and sticky down his palm.

“Can you—“ you gesture with the hand that’s not circling your clit, curving your fingers.

He shouldn’t. But he’s already got his fingers in your pussy and he’s probably already going to hell anyway. He crooks his fingers so they press against the front wall. Your eyes roll back, you make the prettiest, most desperate sound.

He smiles so proudly as you start grinding down against his fingers, all desperate and needy. Feels your cunt clamping down around him, feels the rush of wetness and release as you finish.

And you look so pretty, chest heaving as you try to catch your breath, mouth ajar as soft moans spill out. You pull his fingers out of your sensitive cunt and Art actually fucking whines at the sight of his fingers glistening and sticky with your juices.

“You can taste,” you encourage with a coy smile. “You’ll like it, I think.”

He moans when he pushes those fingers between his lips, tasting the tang of your arousal. It’s not enough— he laves his tongue over his fingertips and knuckles, trying to swallow down every hint of you.

And you’re laid out before him, legs spread, glistening pussy just fucking teasing him. He wants to just taste you— to bury his face between your thighs, lap at your drenched folds, make you cum again. All him this time, none of your guidance.

But he can’t, the poor thing.

[antoncore]

rip okay home from work now !!!

okay so bff!sungchan and bff!anton and gaming and taking both their fat cocks UGH yes threesome between both of them as ur bffs is actually like in my wips rn (as in i wrote bff!sungchan x fem!reader x bff!anton in my drafts and was like ok great🥴🤕🤕)

idk if u were thinking DP for this idea but.. i lowkey think both of them with huge cocks would literally split u in half in like a bad way so i’m thinking more of like passing u back n forth🤭🤭 this may be an unpopular opinion but in my mind, DP is meant for sweet 6-7 inch cocks (or smaller 😉)

i’m also not sure what type of gaming u imagined but i’m thinking console? sitting on the couch, sandwiched between them, their elbows bumping into ur ribs as they button mash and yell at the screen😓 i’m imagining a co-op game like mario kart or super smash bros, you’d be winning, and they couldn’t handle that, so sungchan would try to distract you, eyes still trained on the tv screen but the words coming from his mouth are more lewd than anything you’ve heard him say to u before… “y/n… have you ever wondered what it would be like to fuck one of us?” and you’d be so thrown off, that they’d both jump ahead of u in the game and then have to battle between each other for first place but ur confused, asking him what he means and why he would say that. “well, we’ve both thought about it plenty of times. have you thought about what it would be like to take both of us?” alternatively, they’d be touching u and telling you to keep playing, but u can’t focus on both at the same time🤭🤭

part of me thinks it’d be cute if anton was a bit more inexperienced than sungchan and sungchan was kinda of showing him, with you, how to use his fat cock😩😩 doesn’t wanna hurt u so sungchan shows anton how to make u wet enough to take him, fingering u and sucking on ur tits, telling anton to eat you out and make u cum once before even thinking about putting his cock inside of you.. showing him by fucking you first, how you just have to rock ur hips slowly until you bottom out inside your tight little cunt<333

the praise from them is always so sweet, anton telling you you’re such a pretty girl, look even prettier like this<3, eating up ur moans with his tongue and playing with ur nipples while sungchan fucks you and u sit/lay in anton’s lap “look at you, even your cunt is so pretty” he’d say smth like that just🤭🤭🤭 anton is just in awe of everything about you, from ur sweet little moans to the squelching of ur walls against sungchan’s cock, to how you nuzzle into his hands when he cups your face and lets you suck on his fingers :((

then they’d switch of course, and sungchan is either the type to be greedy and make u choke on his cock while anton fucks you from behind, or if he’s feeling more cooperative, then he’ll do the same for you as anton and let you lay in his lap, keeping ur legs spread while anton slides inside of you… just.. omg it’d be insane, and seeing anton’s pretty, sweaty face in front of you like that, like… i could see anton being a cute drooler if he got really fucked out from the way you’re letting him use ur body and being such a good girl for him :((

sungchan would tease u “we’re going to make you our little slut, seems like you’re already there” marking up ur neck and chest and taunting you more as you wail and moan from the intense pressure in ur abdomen… would probably press down on ur lower stomach when anton bottoms out and not let up even when you cry and babble about how it feels too good! can’t take it!! sungchan would command you to cum on anton’s cock, and then tell the younger boy to keep going, encouraging him to pull another one out of you before he cums inside u “you’ve got another one in you, don’t you, princess?” and you’re fucked too dumb to even respond😩 feeling your next but not final release build up inside of you again

they’d both also definitely cum inside of u and fill you up, then switch and keep fucking the other’s cum inside of you, filling you up over and again and making such a huge mess omg🤭🤭

- 🧸 anon

I AM LITERALLY SCREAMING AND SPEECHLESS THIS IS EVERYTHING I HAVE NOTHING TO ADD IYS SO HOT AGHHH😭😭 and yes i can see what you mean about dp, i think it would have to be 1 bigger cock and 1 smaller cock or 2 small ones otherwise it would be too much :/ fr tho it would be so fucking hot to watch sungchan teaching anton how to fuck you!!! thinking of another scenario where you’re anton’s girlfriend and you’re both still virgins so he gets sungchan’s help. i haven’t even elaborated much and i already feel insane about it AAAA

[headkiss]

I saw your requests are open? I love how you write Eddie Munson and I’ve had an idea in mind for a while. I’ve never seen any Eddie x graffiti artist reader fics??? Which is INSANE bc the vibes the chemistry the thrill. Like he sees this punky girl in an alley or smth and what she’s doing and they just click and there’s banter and vibing and maybe a quick run away when they get caught hnmgnnbg I can’t my brain is short circuiting rn

omg i looove this!!! tysm for ur request <33 | 0.7k fluff

Eddie tries to avoid going into town when he can. However, when uncle Wayne asks him to pick some things up, he rarely says no.

So, he’s walking back out to his van from the grocery store, keeping his head down, not looking at anyone else. Yeah, he avoids going into town for a reason.

He parked far from the other cars, close to the alley on the side of the building. When he sets the bags in his backseat, he hears a noise. He turns his head, peeking into the shadows of the alley.

Curious, Eddie shuts his car door and walks over. He turns the corner and finds you, conveniently hidden out of sight of anyone who’s not looking.

You’re standing a couple feet over from the dumpster, a backpack on the ground in front of you, a hoodie over your head, and a can of spray paint making that noise he heard in your hand.

“Whatcha painting?”

“Shit!” You jump at the voice.

Your empty hand feels your heartbeat, quicker and quicker from the scare. When you turn to see who it is, you’re glad to see it isn’t Hopper catching you (again). It’s none other than Eddie Munson.

You know him, you went to school with him. He’s a person you’d like if you got close enough, not afraid to be himself, pushing away the bullshit people would give him. You admire that.

Looking at him standing there, at the mess of frizzy, wind blown curls, at the pink of his cheeks from the cold, you think he’s really pretty. You admire that, too.

“Sorry,” he says. “Didn’t mean to scare you.”

“The way you snuck up on me says otherwise.”

He recognizes you right away, your features, the scrunch of your brows. He noticed you in school—often—and he can’t help but smile when he looks at the wall you’ve been spray painting.

“These are yours?” He nods towards the art.

“You tell anyone I’ll get you back.”

He laughs, not threatened at all. It makes you huff and fight a smile.

“Just wanted to tell you they’re really good. Did you do the one in the park, too?”

You’re shy at the attention he’s giving you. You never thought anyone cared enough to even notice what you’d been doing.

“Um, yeah. You saw it?”

He nods, “you’re really talented.”

Compliments are rare for you, and it’s hard to accept them. You look down at your feet and shake your head, “and you’re distracting me.”

Eddie likes you, feels normal around you. Everyone else makes him feel like an outcast, some freak that shouldn’t be the way he is. Not you. You’re talking to him like you’ve been his friend for ages.

“Keep going,” he leans against the wall opposite of you. “I’ll keep watch.”

“Yeah, okay.”

You turn back around and keep going, spraying the black lines outlining your design. You can feel Eddie’s eyes on you, like a zap of electricity. He said he’d be keeping watch, but you don’t call him out on it.

Minutes go by, quiet besides the sound of the paint coming from the can in your hand. It’s comfortable. You don’t feel like he’s bugging you, like he’s judging you.

If anything, it’s nice to have someone appreciate your work rather than get you in trouble for it.

It’s minutes and then there’s the sound of sirens. It’s probably not for you, but you’re paranoid.

“Gotta run,” you say, picking up your bag.

“Let me drive you.”

“You don’t have to do that, Eddie. I’m fast, promise.”

He likes the way his name sounds in your voice.

“Not as fast as my van.”

You roll your eyes at him, then look over his expression. “You sure?”

He’s smiling, not concerned at all. “Let’s go.”

Eddie walks over and grabs your hand, leading you over to his van. His grip is sure, not a question of whether or not he should be doing this. He wants to be, and you can feel it with the way his hand holds onto yours.

“I might get you in trouble,” you tell him. You follow him anyways.

“I’m already in trouble.”

He doesn’t just mean with authorities.

[the-blaze-empress]

For the Ask Game, 1., 2., 7., 19., 21., 41., 44., and 81.,

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1. do you know how you want the story to end when you start, or are you just stumbling through the figurative wilderness hoping to find a road?

i know where i want to end up definitely, sometimes that can change in specifics a little bit but like. the main themes and shit are always pretty set. the middle can b a bit hazy but also has the main points outlined. sometimes characters just have a few more panic attacks than expected u know how it b <3

2. talk about a notable time a narrative or character has looked you dead in the eyes and said “fuck your plan, here’s what we’re actually doing.”

PHILZA FUCKING MINECRAFT IN TAKE MY ARMS STOP FUCKING PANICKING. his reaction to quackity was WAY worse than i thought it was gonna be that it warranted an ENTIRE EXTRA CHAPTER. yeah so that happened. ALSO PHIL GETTING DISTRACTED BY THE RIBBON VENDOR. KID PLS THERES PLOT THAT NEEDS TO HAPPEN I GET IT THE RIBBONS R SHINY BUT WE GOT THINGS TO ADDRESS HERE. arms!phil very much has a mind of his own

7. tell us about the plot of the first fanfic you ever wrote

oh boy time to revisit the days where i didnt know what fanfic was!! i think technically my first fanfic was. sfge fic. i had a whole canon compliant story about a pair of twins, the daughters of the girl and boy from the snow queen fariytale, one had fire powers and the other water, the water one went to the school for good and the fire one went to the school for evil. they both got into the trial by tale and watched (ohgod what were their names) bane kill the good kid from woods beyond. uh yeah i had fun working out all their gifts and stuff, i had a lot of characters planned n shit i should see if i can find the word docs for that. as per usual the middle of the fic was very. hazy in the middle

19. what are some books or authors that influenced your style the most?

BUN BUNFLORAS @bunfloras!! SUCH a big influence on both what i write and how i write most notably in finally being the one to convert me from past tense to present. oh dear can you see me? for properly introducing me to whump and kidza, both of which i adore reading AND writing. fuckin. whats her name. margaret owen is such a good writer her books are so good i love how well she worldbuilds and embeds it all so well into her stories. go read the merciful crow duology you will thank me.

21. pick a writer to co-write a book with and tell us what you’d write about.

hmmmmmm. i think bun and i could write a good book together i mean we've already cowritten tens of thousands of words sfadsgdh. looks at rune and cam. looks at their rp. looks back at this question. yeah it would be about magic and queer relationships and growth and so much fucking angst

41. what is the weirdest story idea you’ve ever had.

i have no fucking clue. i have had so many story ideas i cannot keep track of them all. good lord. lemme check my google drive. OH I KNOW. that one klance fic i wrote from the perspective of a tree <3

44. any writing advice you want to share?

i feel like saying 'just fucking do it' is cliche. but its the best advice i can give really. write for yourself even if you dont publish it, read things you like and work out what you like about it and see if you can put that in ur own writing. write FOR YOURSELF. dont write for other people it will become a chore and you will regret it. people wont enjoy reading it if ur not enjoying writing it

81. if you could go back in time and give your younger self a piece of writing advice specific to you, what would it be?

god so much. not everything has to be about romance. stop taking on so many projects with deadlines at once. stop tracking how many words u write each day. write what you want to write. its okay to stop enjoying smth ur writing

writing ask game

(hi roo love you <33)

[caspianxth]

hey bestie!! i Can only hOpe you’Re doing good. what’s somethiNg you’ve had on your Mind lately? personally, i’ve been Under a lot of stress with school and work (i got my First job recently!), but other than that im doing pretty good. on another note, are you excited For eras tour to start!!? i’m so pumped and excIted to see taylor and meet people at my show in tampa. see you sooN!

oh my goodness hi!!! I am pretty good, I'm done with 2/3 of my graduate classes for the semester and I passed both of them (we have a weird schedule but essentially I take one class at a time but do a whole semester of work in a month) so my first semester of grad school is off to a great start! and the listings for summer classes should be coming out soon!! I'm sorry ur under stress tho, working and school can be super tough I worked 32 hours and took 15-18 credit hours during my undergrad and it was Brutal so I feel u. I hope it gets less stressful for u soon!!!

pal (pls know I mean pal-affectionate! I'm just weird and the only 20smth I know that says pal sorry) I am sO EXCITED for the eras tour I was fortunate enough to have a friend who was able to get she and I tickets through the like ticketmaster direct email system thingy and it's on a night that a lot of our friends are going too!!! so we get to meet up before and after the show which will be so fun we talk a lot but most of them live on the east coast and I do not so I don't see them as much as I want. but now I get to see most of them and also taylor in the same day!! v exciting!! ! I'm so hyped for u to be able to meet ppl at ur tampa show too!!!!!!! do u have a costume!!! I have a costume idea but idk if I have the drive to execute it tho so I might like get fabric markers and make a shirt or smth idk yet but ur gonna have so much fun I'm so excited!!!!

[lycanstonebutch]

for the questions!! 16, 17, 58, 68!!

HIHIHI CATBOY NICE TO SEE U AROUND THESE PARTS OF THE FOREST.

15. Do you have any of your own nudes on your phone right now? Yes i do,,, I have both some of mine and some of Sapphe's since we share a phone. AHAH ( I realized you asked me 16 17 but i already answered... so free bonus answer )

16. Do you have anyone else’s nudes on your phone right now? I feel like i try to avoid saving ppl's nudes bcuz it makes me feel creepy, i think ive never saved anyones nudes for any horny reasons ive only ever saved nudes art art references or to reference an OC? And i try to delete them afterwards AHAH

17. Do you have anyone from Tumblr’s nudes on your phone right now? FOR THE SAME REASONS AS ABOVE YES AND NO... I think i get way too scared of being creepy and if im ever like.... rlly rlly gay abt a picture i'll just go back to the post my mutual made and look at it again,,, but tbh i rarely interact with pictures overall bcuz even if im encouraged or told its fine im always more scared of being creepy. IDK!!! I mean smtimes im worried about interacting with ur pics cuz im like. Hope he doesn't think im being WEIRD and EVIL and FUCEKD up rn. 58. Do you have any recurring fantasies you keep coming back to? Do you think they’ll ever happen? Oh like a lot, I think one of my favourite is really like.... flustering someone until they get really dizzy and buzzy in the head and they're like so horny they start getting all 🥺 Another one is. Breeding..... the idea of bending someone over particularly grabbing their hips and fucking into them and feeling the way they feel around me, the way they feel around my knot, and seeing how good they feel once I cum inside them bcuz they want me to.. Hot. And a third one would be consensually intoxicating someone as a planned lil thing, but specifically in the context of petplay. I like the idea of using it as treats until they get so high and buzzy they're all confused and needy and I can just guide them further into the scene. I'd wanna know what their usual limit is though beforehand, lots of talking would have to go into it but theres just smth so hot abt both knowing you're getting the other completely blissed and high out their mind and soon they'll be a buzzy dumb needy lil thing behaving like its in heat bcuz all they can think about are the thoughts I'm putting into their head and that is 'You're a poor thing in heat and im here to help' SORRY FOR THE LONG ANSWER... 68. Admit something sexual that you’ve never told anyone else before. Mmmmm Im pretty open about my fantasies or sexual stuff so i can't think of anything i haven't told at least ONE person before.... maybe mmm, im kinda into sheathplay? Like. There is smth hot abt the sheath part of having a werewolf cock. I also just think overall the gender euphoria of fur is amazing and there's this one scene in beastars, the scene where Haru misunderstands the context and starts undressing Legoshi- okay she puts her hand on his stomach and softly compliments his fur and says she wants to see if its the same color below. That scene killed me, like in many ways ITS SO EMBARASSING TO ADMIT. BUT LIKE IT GAVE ME?? SM GENDER ENVY?? THAT I ALMOST STARTED CRYING?? BUT ALSO THEN I GOT SO HORNY IMAGINING SOMEONE SAYING AND DOING THAT TO ME. OKAY THERE. I DONT THINK IVE TOLD ANYONE THAT BEFORE>

[soleilocverse]

Ch 2 Commentary

“I am holding it! But it keeps going—up!” He holds up his empty fist in demonstration, his voice hiccuping on the last word.

“I know, bud. You’ve gotta hold it real tight, like this, see.” He demonstrates with his own jacket. “Because, uh,” he tries to channel some of the silliness he knows Cyrill would go with, “jackets really like eating shirt sleeves. So you gotta hold it as tight as you can so your jacket doesn’t gobble it up.”

I really wanted to show little bits where Ray is pulling on how the others would approach something in order to work with Ness. like being silly w/ the jackets as cyrill might and then when he needs to be serious about car safety, going about it as athena might. getting him to hold the lunch box was also an athena move. i think all three of them do reading up on child-raising but athena and ray do some more (since cyrill has practice w/ younger siblings and having really great, patient parents who supported 8 dif kids, some w/ v dif needs. Plus having his aunts + uncles, so he's Used to living in a family where multiple adults can help out.)

he's not Not reading but ray and athena are defs Actively trying to do things they've read (or watched ^^) like, ray giving ness Choices. and athena being like, if u can give ur child smth to do it can help them feel included + distract them from something bothering them Or get them to do smth they don't really Want to do by phrasing it as "helping." And so ray is like "it's really responsible of you to help keep us safe" and it's kinda awkward but he Wants to praise ness and make him feel included too, not just a "good job for listening"

also by saying like "we can talk as much as you want when you get to the park" he's trying to be clear about what next steps are / make it clear that it's the /Situation/ that means he needs Ness to be quiet, not anything that ness has done

Also also, i scooped this idea from my ideas doc, it was originally meant to be Soleil that ness was having this interaction with but I think it served way better here @ showing his lingering and his distraction and his upset kind of bubbling under the surface and how quick it might just fizzle up. and how ray isn't quite a natural at soothing ness but he's doing his best (and it's working!)

Ray feels tension he wasn’t aware of leave his shoulders. A successful trip to the park.

--

Ray trudges up the stairs back to his room, his mind still in that hallway

Srry I think i'm really funny to be like :D wow look how well that went actually, sure there were some hiccups but overall a nice day out :D now ray's back home and he can relax :D [timeline cuts to ch 23 and soleil is absolutely going through it]

“Have t’ be good,” he mumbles.

“Be quiet. Wait for Momma. Don't go to the stairs. D’n’t p’ things in my m’th. “Cept food. W’sh m’ han’s.” He closes his eyes halfway through and there’s a distinctively miserable pout to his lips as he continues tracing his finger on the table, his words getting more and more mumbled. He doesn’t cry though.

I think? This is the first time Ness has said all of this so explicitly. Like, w/ soleil's first heat, he Got quiet and food-stressed/insecure. And throughout the fic he's been p consistent about washing his hands, saying please/thank you, and he doesn't put his hands in his mouth (aaaah, fun fact in an AU i have going on, that is his go-to nervous gesture, whereas here, it's usually a hand twisted in his shirt)

I also think it was important to show what it's like when he's told to "be good" and remembering the rules of the basement without Soleil there. If Soleil was here, he wouldn't be nearly so upset in the first place, but Soleil would know exactly what to do to quickly reassure him (or. would know there's not Anything to do to reassure him and they'd settle in together with a scenting). Since I decided not to write a Ness POV as of now, we'll always be seeing his thoughts from the outside. And I think there's a smth heartrending about showing the disconnect where he can articulate the rules while the Manner w/ which he says them shows how upset he is about them (but he's still going to follow them)

I think it's also just important to show that Ness is in fact aware of these "rules" and that they've been drilled into him for so long that it's second nature that "be good" means all of these things

“Yeah?” He’s not exactly sure what that means but pets Ness’s head for a start. He debates leaving it, or just telling Ness that he’s always good--

Genuinely almost got stuck on what to do here bc Ray is a v lax character, which is sometimes good but it also means he doesn't Really? tend to do things on his own, he tends to need some kind of external motivation that is enough to overwrite his tendency to Leave It. and so w/ ness it was like. does he Leave It? but he decides to broach it this time. And Then he leaves it :)

They go through the first three words and Ray catalogs how Ness says his “the” with an -ee, the. And how much he lingers on the V in very, enjoying the hum of his teeth against his lip.

I am taking another linguistics class rn (fun fact if my college had a linguistics major i'd be majoring in it probs, i find it So Fun) and got to ray teaching ness how to read and was like oh wait ya we don't want to go T-H-E we want to go /t/ /h/ e, etc

I think Ness would enjoy going vvvvvvvv :) also zzzzzz

Ness wants to watch a movie and he briefly entertains the thought of pulling up a documentary on bears before remembering the possibility of a bear bloodily tearing up a fish and instead just puts on some Blue’s Clues. Ness seemed plenty happy watching Despicable Me, he thinks most of what was going on just went over his head, but he remembers Soleil tensing up quite badly at points and doesn’t want to stumble across any landmines for Ness. Or Soleil.

I went to go check Does the dog die for triggers on like, bambi, cause i remember being ???? as a kid when i watched that the first time, and then was like. wait let me check despicable me real quick and AM ??? HI????????? completely did not remember anything in that movie except girls get adopted <3 and yellow minions. only to see abusive orphanage lady putting children in literal cardboard boxes, passive-aggressively abusive mom, children going to a new house and not being sure if it's going to be Good, not to mention all the yelling gru does and the violence like HASKJDAKDAH ?? ? ? ? i think i managed to pick a movie even more triggering than beauty and the beast would've been, brb going insane. so now i have to retcon that re: outside perspective (lies down, i have to go back and check post ch 14 too that nobody else outside his pov was like :))) that was an absolutely perfect movie night). it tracks tho that soleil could've been just shoving it all down and not acknowledging being uncomfortable in his POV esp while answering all of Ness's little comments (which would make him less uncomfy bc it gives him smth to focus on) whereas someone else could Tell and ray was probably also like 🤦🤦🤦🤦🤦🤦🤦 Regret. we r never watching anything ever again

AHDKASJDHKASH, i finally hit post on smth and went OH SHIT WAIT THE TITLE. literally i ALWAYS forget about the title until i'm putting my work/ch into ao3 and then i'm like >> well. i will find smth bc i Have to, and this time i finally Forgot for real ahkajshdkaskhask

Ray and Ness Sick Days Commentary

AHSKDHA ik the point was literally that these vibes are so different but I was writing the mac and cheese making scene then went back to Ch. 21 to parallel the bedtime routine and got whiplash in the change in mood

I think from an author's perspective, I wanted to emphasize the childish way that Ness speaks because it's such a step back from the current state of main fic that these little details are being brought to the forefront of my mind and also Ray's. and Also in the offchance that anybody comes Not from mainfic, it's a little easier to tell that this is a Toddler and not like. a Child. Hence we get all the pronunciation dashes on the bigger words.

LOL i have a scene later on where Ness does that "spits wad of chewed up food out" and Soleil is indeed like, H NESS, PLEASE. but at the time, i implied that it was something Ness thought was fine so i think it's really funny to imagine him doing it off screen from Soleil with the others bc he knows soleil isn't going to be happy about it but the others r chill with it. (actually i'm sure athena was the one to first get him to do it. like, it was almost certainly during soleil's heat since that's when he's mostly been Not with soleil so i can imagine she saw he was about to puke or something, from overeating or anxiety, and she just sticks out her hand with a napkin to get him to spit and then. doesn't mention it to soleil bc it's a one-off thing and she doesn't want to stress him more at the time.)

I also think it's fun to see Ness be kiddish and goofy @ roar-ing like a dinosaur (but it's only a Little yell)

Soleil doesn't have a blow dryer in the suite (yet lol) but i think he's mastered the art of avoiding getting his tail wet in the shower. ness is a bit of a different story but i think he's mastered the art of getting ness's tail Mostly Mostly dry bc the thought of trying to sleep w/ the wet spot is. sensory nightmare.

I think I may have mentioned I try and pick something that has meaning in the chapter for the title and I picked Dinosaur Nuggets for this one partially bc i liked the ring of it and i think they were super cute. but then realized ray Does just show his love through food and so i think it was a good choice for something that's meaningful/representative of them both

I also. just titled it Sick Days bc i wanted to do smth? referencing the weight of ness in ray's lap and in his life, smth like impossibly light and profoundly heavy but then i didn't like the way that sounded and i will. sit here and not post bc i'm too caught up on the title (ALWAYS,,, the last step in my writing process bc i always FORGET,,, ABOUT THEM SDFHKDSJHFKHFKDJH) so i just titled it w/ how i was referring to it in my head/on the doc, Ray and Ness sick days

ALSO WAIT, "this u?"

i. could not resist drawing them

[asscrackcreed]

don't mind me spam liking bcs i need more French Frye stuff lol. anyways got any French Frye hc in ur head? spill em out!

jacob eats arnos leftovers

they both sleep topless a lot, arno tends to draw on jacobs back and it often leads to them falling asleep

jacob takes the blanket a lot which leads to a tug of war contest with arno whilst jacob sleeps

arno likes iced tea, jacob hates it and will complain while making it

jacob purposefully does cheesy stuff to get a reaction out of arno who always rolls his eyes before giggling and joining jacob i.e eating spaghetti together which leads to a kiss, pepper kisses up his arm to his face

it’s! too! hot! and yet jacob still wants to cuddle

jacob has slipped in the shower before and arno didn’t laugh

however arno has slipped before and jacob… definitely didn’t laugh… he swears he wasn’t laughing

jacobs slightly taller than arno maybe by an inch and he’d still call arno short

jacob loves arnos a s s and thighs

jacob has a folder on his camera roll labelled arno and it’s just the ugliest slips of him or of his ass (naked and clothed)

alternatively arno has a folder of the sexiest pics of jacob sexually and non-sexually, they’re just so aesthetically pleasing and so hotbsidowjdjak

jacob sends arno loads of tiktok’s of weird and funny shit, arno sends some too but it’s also a lot of art and fun things to do in the city type of stuff. jacob hears a lot of ‘we need to do this!!’. jacob ends up planning it as a surprise date which makes arno melt

jacob to edward: man my boyfriends the best

edward: listen i get it but you’ve been saying that every minute for the past half an hour

and

arno to edward: jacobs so sweet and thoughtful i-

edward: JESUS FUCKING CHRIST-

jacob has the best thighs to sit on

when they’re shopping and arno gets excited jacob can’t take his eyes off of him

a lot of face burying into necks

hyperactive gremlin boyfriend x aesthetic loser boyfriend

finishing each other’s sentences, somehow telepathically connecting e.g ‘i forgot what i was gonna say…’ ‘was it about a tiktok you were thinking about?’ ‘omg it was how did u know??!’

jacobs quite thicc round the torso and it makes him the best teddy bear but also a radiator

‘arno! i can’t find- oh thank you :)’

jacob asking arno to reach for smth just to see him stretch and stare at any exposed skin

thot horny boyfriend x thot horny boyfriend

‘omg arno… our 1 year and 8 month anniversary is next week…’

‘do you intend on celebrating every month?’

‘yeah?’

‘actually that’s not a bad idea’

jacobs always thinking of ridiculous shit and it doesn’t phase arno at all:

‘if we get married who’s wearing the dress?’

‘if you want to wear a dress just say that’

‘yes please’

jacob is also the type to say ‘if i was a worm’

‘jacob go to sleep’

‘not but if i was a worm’

‘if u don’t stfu the answers gonna be no’

[kissesandcream]

a smol sibling.,

w/ xiao, kaeya, & venti

— • request from anon : being the trio’s younger sibling! (separately)

xiao p1 || kaeya p1 || gn ! sibling ! reader || headcanon format || 1.5k words

; masterlist.,

; a / n - i’ve done xiao and kaeya before, but i had some more ideas so i’m making some more! links above if you’d like to read the others <3

xiao .,

• the other hcs i made for him where general, but here anon specified a younger sibling, so i’ll do that!

• he’s that sibling who’ll pretend ur the most annoying thing on the planet but would do anything for u so much as you ask

• “xiao when u come back could i have some glaze lilies” “get them yourself im the vigilant yaksha not a flower picker🙄” mhm then why did u literally wipe out qingce village’s flower population hm xiao 🤨

• teaches u how to fight!! but he’s not teaching he’s “helping you discover things yourself so you can be a functional person”

• it takes way too much effort to get this man to admit he loves you but you know it as much as he does so it’s okay <3

• cloud retainer has so much dirt on him it’s crazy. if you ever need some blackmail material head over to hers. also you can find some embarassing pictures she’s got a heckton

• verr goldet takes care of u a lot too, xiao’s a great brother and all but he lacks in this department called self care

• idk if you’re mortal or adeptus or half adeptus but if you need to eat and do basic body functions he does not got u covered

• mans would try to raise u on almond tofu until verr goldet bought out a food pyramid and explained about these things called nutrients 

• he also doesn’t understand how important sleep is so,,, “xiao i’m gonna stay up” “yeah sure whatever” passing out two days later “y/N WHAT’S WRONG-”

• yeah verr goldet and the innkeeper guy give him a guide to basic survival talk and all through it he’s glaring at you like why did you never tell me you needed human things to live >:( 

• now that he knows you need sleep, he makes u sleep at 8 pm every night like a grandpa!! good luck trying to get him to stop!!

• are these getting too guardian-like and less sibling-like??? 😭 but that’s the vibes he gives yk!! ur over protective adeptus parent-brother who has no clue how u work but wants to try to understand a little

• in the game u can tell how much more open he gets wit the traveller as friendship levels progress, and if you’ve maxed it out he’d basically do anything for you and would want you to trouble him than yourself

• and he’ll probably be closer with you than he’ll ever be with traveller since you’re siblings and whatnot, so it would make sense that he looks out for you more than your typical older brother yk

• plays the flute for you!! if he hears u humming a tune under your breath he’ll find it and learn it to play for u 

• he may not fully understand how relationships work but he’s trying his best for u <3

 kaeya .,

• my other kaeya hcs were in relation to you being close / living with diluc, but these will be more general and central towards kaeya!

• kaeya fits literally every older brother trope that exists. the brother who’s always got ur back? you got it. the brother who keeps secrets you don’t know about from you? heck yeah. the annoying brother who makes u do his chores for him? maybe a little too much.

• pls he (lovingly) shoves all of his small tasks onto u it’s infuriating but you can’t even say no bc then he gets all dramatic 

• “y/n 😩 you’re abandonning your dear brother like this 😩 how could you 😩 i didn’t know you were so cruel 😩” sir shut up <3

• since he’s a people person everyone knows u very well too, heck all the senior citizens probably voted u as second best in law after him or smth idk man 

• hanging out with best boy bennett!! he canonically sees kaeya as an older brother too so y’all def go on little adventures together <3

• ur one of the only people who have ever looked under his eyepatch, diluc and crepus being the only other two

• sometimes he forgets to take it off when he goes to bed and it leaves a bruise bc it’s pretty tight, so he let’s you change it for him 

• “i can do this myself, you know” well he can but you both know he likes it better when you’re there

• does not allow your closet to be anything less than exquisite, you’ve got a bunch of scarfs like his whether you like it for not

• makes u buy his wine from diluc for him bc every time he goes to the tavern diluc raises the price tenfold just for him

• he’s that sibling who will rile you up on purpose just for the fun of it. i have a cousin who used to do that when he was younger and it was annoying but he still adores me sm so i don’t mind <3

• besides even if he does get on ur nerves amber’s got ur back- you can rant to her about him for hours on end and she’ll add with her experiences with kaeya’s bullying

• what are siblings if not for sibling rivalry, yes he picks on u constantly but he also picks u up when you’re feeling low <3

venti .,

• oh my gods he would be sO FUN

• the two of you are the bane of diluc’s existence, venti loops u into his winery pilfering plans a lot 

• venti pulls the archon card if the two of you get caught by him idk what excuse you’ve got but it better be good 😭

• no way the god of wind and song’s sibling doesn’t love music- even if you’re tone deaf, or hard of hearing, music is about the pleasure it brings and he’ll bring it to you

• you guys go wind gliding a lot of the time too!! y’all don’t even need gliders you’ve got the power of anemo 😎

• he’s that cool brother who’s only rule is that you do whatever you want to do, life is too short for regrets so live in the moment and be spontaneous!

• even though he’s older he seems much younger than you at heart 😭 will wine if you don’t do something for him it’s hilarious

• you’ve got other things to do and he’s just “but hanging out!!!” and ur like “but work!!!” 

• it’s very hard to be productive with him around, he will distract u with something as mundane as an apple- it’s not his fault tho bb just has a poor attention span 😭 

• he’s very clingy, if you’re together he’ll link your elbows like everyone did in sixth grade, and in turn u can kick him in the kneecaps when he does stupid things

• he’s the ceo of stupid things so u get to kick him a lot, it’s a mutal symbiotic relationship we love to see it <33

• my brain is dead and i can’t english rn but. his vibes yk he’s so fun to be around, he gives out surprisingly killer advice too

• i have this man’s teapot lines plastered on my wall bc they help me deal with stuff, so if you’re ever down you can always, always, always go to him and he’ll have the exact things to say

• if it’s words, he has them, if it’s silence you need he’ll lend you his shoulder; but there was never an instance he doesn’t leave you better than before

• you haven’t seen his archon side a lot, since he doesn’t show it all that much, but it’s so far from venti it’s a little scary; but in a sort of admiring way yk

• you guys visit zhongli sometimes, and it’s a free real estate for blackmail material bc of how terrified venti is of him

• zhongli is like that long lost uncle who visits once a year, and you’re his favorite child so he gives you candy and picks on venti for not taking good enough care of you

• “i’m their sibling not their parent” “you’re older have some responsibility >:(”

• if you ever get drunk he will hear about it and will come all the way from liyue to i will have order venti’s head, regardless of whether he was the cause of you being drunk or not

• that about wraps it up! im sure i could think of more but my brain is sorta dead rn so this will have to suffice 😭 i can’t think of a closing statement sO i hope u enjoyed!! bye bye!! <3

[honklore]

hello! i just found ur blog and omfg i’m in love with your writing style! may i pls have some soulmate au hc’s for a reader who’s an artist? (i’m indecisive so you can choose who the hcs are with!) so like (insert cc u write for here) has got paint stains on his hands and like assorted sketches and stuff on his skin all the time from his soulmate. ty so much!! :]

masterpiece | quackity

(gn reader, quackity is the loml, reader is so talented but v messy, chat teases q to no end, quackity is the biggest softie in the world but refuses to acknowledge it, plantain slander)

listen to: rainbow connection (cover) by sleeping at last

sweet quackity :((

it starts when he’s eighteen, and it happens like almost immediately

he got these splotches of purple on his hands and his mom was like ?? are u getting into fights ?? are you okay???

and q rlly doesn’t mind aside from the weird questions when the colors are a little too close to red or purple

but!! nowadays mostly you just sketch w a pen

it’s during your classes usually,,, ur an art history major and you need something to occupy your hands (which is actually why you started drawing in the first place)

so during the day quackity will acquire lil sketches of famous paintings,,, or sometimes originals,,, but they’re always washed off before the day is done

sometimes random art facts/theories/studies but he has no idea why someone would write him about van gogh’s use of color

*cue u aggressively scrubbing your skin in the shower bc you always forget how permanent the ink is*

quackity is sort of... hesitant when it comes to writing on his skin. esp with streaming, he’s scared that fans will react badly ,, that negative thought keeps him at bay most days

but sometimes he writes lil notes on his legs,,, where chat won’t see anything ,,,, and they’re always either rlly sweet or rlly weird

(hope ur having a good day)

(hey bestie :P )

(soulmate my beloved)

(will u be the howie mandel to my dr. phil)

that last one made you genuinely worried for your future

badly drawn picture of a duck holding a briefcase (this is me)

which confuses you but as he draws more, you begin to associate him with ducks, and sometimes the duck wears a tie, and sometimes a beanie, and one time he had a giant blue axe which kind of concerned you

but you digress

when you get stressed u finger paint

and it’s just a way to create chaos and feel the cold paint on your skin like idk it’s relaxing yknow :)

quackity is streaming

and he doesn’t realize what’s happening. he’s reacting to attaway general,, and he’s kind of invested

it’s only when he pauses it to make a point that he notices

and he tries to hide it but chat notices right away

panicked!quackity

it’s not that he doesn’t trust chat he just knows things can get negative quickly and he wants his space to be free of that

but someone donates “artist q?”

and quackity lets the joke run

he stands up and pulls the mic super close to his mouth

“i’m in my artist arc chat! nihachu watch out >.>”

“CHAT WE’RE POPPIN OFF I AM A PAINTER NOW I PAINT”

it’s literally so silly bc q knows that chat knows but they’re letting him do his bit

and later that night he checks twitter and artist q is trending, but quackity’s soulmate is also trending

it’s all mostly supportive, and there’s already some rlly endearing fan art of quackity with paint all over his hands

quackity private tweet: ❤️❤️❤️

and he gets a lil confidence boost after that

answers questions abt u on his alt

tells the story of his mom thinking he was getting into fights

“guys paula is still my number one and my soulmate will just have to understand that”

“we already agreed we would both reject each other for taylor swift chat it’s fine”

answers donos and doodles on his hand

which he can do now bc chat knows!!!!

(you’re so talented your honor)

(have you ever seen attaway general?)

(charli d’amelio is in it)

(charli d’amelio is in it shit dixie sorry)

and you’re like !!! it’s on my hand !!!! it’s not hidden at all !!!

this image is so endearing to me like you’ve got paint stains all over your hands and quackity’s scrawl is filling in the empty spaces like he didn’t want to interrupt your work

duck with a beret, a mustache, and a paintbrush (this is me now)

ik he is going to share the most mundane things in a way of showing his love

(i listened to this song the other day)

(i bought a literal plantain today those things are big as shit)

(update: not good :/)

(i’m writing lore)

(i have an exam tomorrow)

just :(( sweet quackity wants u to know every little detail abt his life bc he wants u to know him

and you reply when u can

(added to my playlist!)

(i like plantain chips but i’ve never had the fruit alone)

(rip buddy :/)

(lore? like fnaf?)

quackity finds out you know extensive fnaf lore and the two of you stay up arguing about which is worse: the bite of ‘87 or the bite of ‘83

both of your legs look like newspapers that night and it takes a lot of scrubbing to get all of those off

one day you’re painting smth and quackity randomly gives you his discord

(add me and we can watch game theory together and see who is right)

the two of you end up watching it and getting in call with each other

when you hear his voice it’s like everything falls into place

he fills in all the empty spaces,,, answers all the questions you didn’t realize you had,,,, and he’s so wonderful that you find yourself missing him dearly whenever he’s not on call with you

you join him in calls on his streams sometimes like for jackbox or when he’s cooking

“CHAT MY SOULMATE IS A CHICA KINNIE”

you stop joining him on calls on his stream /s

but chat loves you and always takes ur side over q’s

you get tons of followers on your art account and you even get to sell some of your paintings!!

ur new favorite colors to use are blue and yellow i don’t make the rules

but everyone starts to catch on and they find it really sweet

you catch up on quackity lore solely for him and declare yourself a c!quackity apologist

you’ve definitely retweeted the meme that’s like “if villain bad why hot”

when u guys meet quackity kisses your forehead :((((

when you

a drawing of two ducks holding hands (this is us)

thank you for the kind words and for requesting !!!

[izukult]

haiykuu boys react to a long distance partner surprising them

characters: hinata, kageyama, oikawa, sugawara, nishinoya, tsukishima

established relationship | warnings: swearing, my fan behavior, why are my head canons so long in this gd it’s like a tiny story without structure

hinata shōyō

-SUNSHINE BOY (i went crazy for this one i’m so sorry)

-you were sugawara’s old middle school penpal which turned online friend

-so obviously you’d heard about his volleyball team and the new first year star players

-and one thing led to another where he introduced you to hinata

-actually you were facetiming suga and you saw hinata and told your old friend you thought the tangerine boy was cute and then koushi “accidentally” put you in a gc together

-you and hinata have been dating for about four months

-you’ve heard everything to a t, including small little remarks from tsukishima to every toss, kill, and miss your boyfriend and kageyama managed

-side note but it’s so cute this boy is so whipped for you if you don’t respond for a certain amount of time he’ll find some dumb excuse to talk to suga just so he can shift the convo to making sure you’re safe

-anyway

-so you’re going to meet suga finally

-like FINALLY you’re so excited

-but you’re also boutta see your boyfriend!!!!!!

-buuuuuuuuuut your boyfriend didn’t know

-so it’s safe to say you were a little nervous about it

-you made suga swear up and down that he wouldn’t tell any of his teammates that you specifically were coming, but he did ask to make sure it was okay to have a semi open practice

-so you’re standing outside the volleyball gym with sugawara, backpack with hinatas favorite snacks over your shoulder. practice had already started so suga was late, but he still stood outside with you and let you prepare yourself

-you felt like you were about to throw up even though that’s shoyo’s thing

-suga walks in before you and you follow shortly after, holding in a sharp breath.

-there he was. standing on the other side of the gym, talking to who you knew as kageyama

-he hadn’t seen you yet, but other member of karasuno had

-”yoo who’s this hottie” bald, flirtatious, you had to assume its tanaka

-hinata was in the middle of jumping for a spike when he saw you, and he froze and fell to the ground, stumbling to keep his balance

-the gym got quiet at the tangerines reaction, but he was just staring at you.

-and then he was doing that “woosh” run he always told you about and before you knew it his arms were around your waist and his head was buried in your shoulder.

-everyone (literally EVERYONE) was looking at you two but you just laughed and placed a hand in his hair (which, holy fuck, is soft)

-you mouthed an apology to suga and he shrugged you off, and focused your attention back on the boy in front of you

he pulled back just enough to look at you, leaving his hands to rest on your back. his eyes were filled with tears (cute) and he offered you a smile.

“you’re here” his voice was quiet, for once, but it didn’t have any lag this time. and it was so fucking beautiful.

“i’m here.” you nodded, eyes scanning the features of his face. he chuckled lightly, a tear falling to his cheek as he shook his head.

“you’re so pretty.” his voice was watery and he moved his head back in your shoulder before you could utter a compliment back.

-he stayed attached to you for like minutes okay and this man completely ignored the teasing of his classmates.

-eventually you tried to pull him off you so he could get on with practice (and so you could watch him practice) but he refused to get off

-”bubs. babe. honey. you gotta get up”

-”hey hey hey, what about showing me a cool spike?”

-”i am literally asking you to do your favorite thing in the world sho,”

-”new favorite thing is holding you.”

-YOUR HEART

-eventually you did get him off of you and he practiced the HARDEST he had

-after practice he introduced you to everyone as his girlfriend even though you’d literally been introduced to them like an hour before

-his eyes stay on you and he constantly tells you how pretty you are face to face and how you smell good and how soft your hands are

-it would sound stalkerish if you werent whipped

-its ok hes whipped too

kageyama tobio

-no idea how youd meet this mf online

-maybe some volleyball forum or like arguing over which setter was betting in youtube comments

-or if you know nothing about volleyball,,,,

-i have no fucking clue BUT

-he doesnt mind long distance honestly

-he doesnt have to get worried about completely embarrassing himself and he never has to make like physical moves

-but he does wish he could hold your hand sometimes.

-but he ignores it🙄

-so you are like obsessed w this bitch u r in love w him🤢🤢

-and ur a good 90% sure he luv u too

-so you plan a trip to him

-you do it all out. you talk to his mom, you find the cheapest hotel that’s perfect distance between his house and his school bc ur just that cool

-and you even make up an excuse to kageyama for why you won’t be on your phone during the flight

-you know he’s gonna be at practice bc you know his schedule cos gf things

-you stocked up on banana milk (aka you brought like four)

-you hit him up yknow yknow

- “hey bubs i’m back<3 how’s practice going?” you’re literally standing outside the gym but you want to make sure you’re not coming in at a bad time

-after like three minutes he texted u “good:). just got done with a practice set.”

-so now you’re going and you’re excited and you’re Nervous

-you open the door and you’re met with a rly tall guy with a headband on

-“hi, can i help you?”

-“uh, is kageyama here?” and he turns his head, and you follow his eyes, and there he is

-and he’s already staring at you

-a ball is lightly held in his hands

-if anyone who didn’t know him saw him they would genuinely think he’s angry

-but it was kinda the same look he’d give you when you talked about things you cared about on facetime

-so maybe that’s love? 😳😳😳

you give him a little wave

-“sup kags”

-he’s just staring

-blankly staring

-which you should’ve expected

-“sorry, are you mad? i should’ve told you i was coming, that’s my bad i just thought i could surprise you and it would be really nice and then you wouldn’t be stressed out sorry-“

-literally why are you saying all this all of his teammates just like “wtf”

-he shook his head quickly and opened his mouth to say no but just continued to stare

-“i- uh- you want to watch me set?”

-you LAUGH. and i mean LAUGH girly and he just turns all kinds of red and you know his team is gonna be on him for that

-“yea! if that’s like, allowed?” daichi doesn’t care so you are literally balling

-you watch him play and like at first he’s REALLY awful like rly bad but then he kind of tunes everything out (i.e. you) and gets back in his groove

-afterwards he comes over to you and asks you what you think and he’s looking at you like this is normal but you can tell he’s shaking and he kisses your forehead REALLY REALLY FAST and mumbles a quiet “i’m glad you’re here”

-he opens up w affection more along the trip

-he appreciates the banana milk. sm.

-from then on out he constantly brags ab having a gf to the team

oikawa tooru

-he suspects smth is up to be honest

-he’s like “ohhh shawty gon do sum😫”

-(he doesn’t fucking call you shawty)

-but to be fair he figured more like you were gonna send him smth rather than send yourself

-surprise again he’s AT PRACTICE who would’ve guessed

-but this time you come at the end of practice because seijoh has like set schedules and oikawa tells you everything so

-you’re just standing by the door waiting for him to come out, ignoring the literal group of girls forming at the end of the hall knowing dAmn well they are your bf’s fangirls

-oh well

-you hear his voice before you actually see him

-he’s giving someone tips on their serves and you hear someone make a snide remark at him and you only assume its iwa

-he’s in the middle of a sentence and he just stops.

-there’s a good couple of seconds where he completely loses composure

-which is not tooru like

-you took a step closer and smiled

-”is this the oikawa tooru fanclub?”

-”nah it’s actually the oilykawa hate club” it’s the same voice from earlier and it’s definitely iwa

-you laugh a little and keep looking at your boyfriend

-”that’s even better”

-he just walks up to you and gives you a real, genuine smile

-pushes a piece of hair behind your ear

-and KISSES u

-EPIC MOMENT GAMERS

-”what are you doing here, pretty? come to see me play? if so, i hate to break it to you, but you’re late”

-you just roll your eyes and kiss him again

-once you two are alone he literally cries

-LMAO

sugawara koushi

-literally the only one who can keep his cool out of all these mfs (aside from tsukishima)

-however, when you show up to his practice wearing the hoodie he sent you like two months earlier, he lost his shit

-you set it up with daichi and everything beforehand.

-(and daichi literally made sure suga would look like a setting genius the day you showed up)

-he had just made a really good set when you walked in and you clapped

-”nice one, koushi”

-he looks at you like 😦 & is just like “you- what- you’re- how- why?”

-lol and then he goes on “not why like i’m not happy you’re here just how”

-and all the third years think it’s so funny to be honest, because typically suga can keep his cool

-he eventually gains his cool and shines you one his signature amazing smiles (which, is somehow better face to face)

-omg he goes over to you and once he gets there he turns to his teammates and like

-”this is my s/o!!!”

-mf is BEAMING

-he’s so happy

-you find out right after he gives literally the best hugs ever i live by that and i will die by that

-he doesn’t kiss you til you two are alone

-and its so fucking sweet and personal he puts his forehead on yours and tells you you’re the most beautiful person hes ever seen

-he is literally so in love w you

-ew

-i love him.

nishinoya yü

-ok he’s so loud

-literally the second he gets a gf everyone knows

-he shows the team pictures of you literally anytime one of them will look

-he luvs u

-he is your BIGGEST fan no doubt

-you make a nice meal? he wants to post about it

-you have a nice outfit? he will put it on his story

-you breathe? expect an “omg baby im so proud of u”

-so when you show up, he reacts the way you expect him to

-so like obviously this man isnt checking his phone during practice

-but he puts his phone on dnd and has you as his only favorite contact

-so you can text him if its an emergency during practice

-you know that, he knows it, the team knows it

-he gets the little ping!

-and he’s out the game

-no one is recovering the ball #peaceout

-he jogs over to check because you never text his number during practice bc you respect his passion for volleyball

-the text just says “come outside:))”

-he’s like wtf?? but bitch gonna do what u say😐

-he sees you and he just yells “holy shit” so loud dude

-daichi goes to call him on his language but steps outside and sees the short libero hugging the person they’d all seen in the photos, he just goes quiet

-nishinoya will not shut up as he hugs you

-he’s literally just hyping you up and asking you literally every single detail about how you’re there, where you’re staying, when you’re leaving, how your flight was, everything

-you just kiss his forehead :)

-literally only good vibes

-you guys have such a good trip bruh

-after you leave he literally just cries while looking at pics of you two together

-^ he took so many pics and vids of you pls

tsukishima kei

-unlike the others, you wouldn’t meet him at practice

-you don’t really know his team, nor does he tell you about them outside of mostly complaining

-you do know tadashi, but like you’ve only talked to him in a gc all three of you are in and never like alone

-you did not tell him you were coming because you’re 100% convinced he would’ve accidentally told tsuki even though he can keep his own shit secret lol

-you just show up at his door when you know he’s home

-and he’s texting you as you’re there and he had actually had a moderately rough day so you told him you were gonna order him food from his favorite restaurant

-which, technically wasn’t a lie you just had to make an extra stop

-you knock on his door (once you’ve prepared yourself because you honestly have no idea how he’s going to react)

-and he opens it ready to give a half hearted thank you to some delivery guy

-but instead his s/o

-he just stares at you

-he looks like a fish

-after like fifteen seconds you decide to try to break the ice bc you are nervous

-”delivery here for uh one…” you pretend to look at the paper, you’re doin a whole skit here “one dumb bitch. are you dumb bitch?”

-he just rolls his eyes and shoves your head

-he walks back but he leaves the door open

-”take your shoes off”

-he’s not even looking at you smh but you smile so fucking wide bc that’s the kind of reaction you were honestly hoping for

-(what you don’t know is he will literally break his whole hard exterior act if he looks at you right now and he is not ready for that)

-you put the food on the table and move to stand next to him

-and after a bit he finally looks at you

-and you look at him

-and you smile

-and he does too,, kind of

-(which is so fucking cute,)

-and you just keep starin at him and bite your lip to keep from grinning

-and after a couple minutes you clear your throat

-”can i hug you?”

-bro he’s so fucking whipped he doesnt even answer he just wraps his arms around you and puts his head on top of yours

-and he mumbles a thank you and its so fucking SWEET

-he does open up more the longer you’re there and u have a very good trip mwah in luv

[slasherwife]

Could I request some slashers with a s/o who is sick( coughing, sneezing, headaches, ect.) but refuses to rest and eat?

Slashers with a sick!s/o

y/n is uwu sick today 🥺💘 thank u for the ask sorry it took so long :33

Thomas Hewitt

it’s a softly warm day, almost perfect to go out and feel the sunshine soak your skin in warm, fluttery good feelings— but you somehow caught a cold in this early spring.

you were almost afraid to tell tommy because he worries about you enough. you remembered just last week you hit your hip on the corner of the table, and tommy buried his face in the crook of your neck while rubbing the sting out of your hip, whining.

but sick???? 100% takes the day off to give his sweet baby all the sweet tea and cuddles.

he presses butterfly kisses to your face while you both laze in bed, not caring for your squeaky sniffles or coughs. he carries you to the bathroom too and waits outside for you (cuz luda mae raised a gentlemen UWU)

that was actually one of the most relaxing days of his life. wasn’t too hot at all, the window he kept open for fresh air, a cool breeze flowed through the curtains and tommy’s warm touch softened your heart.

he gets really upset when you refuse to rest, he’ll angrily tap you when he finds you doing dishes/cleaning out of bed, and point upstairs to make you go back to bed xD

he WILL resort to picking you up and carrying you to bed. he is a definite mother hen and it’s not like you could overpower him, so best do what he says :3

it hurts his heart when you won’t eat, and it makes him feel useless. he tries to get luda to make you eat, hoping you’ll get your appetite back

when in bed, u both dozed in and out of sleep and even though your cold didn’t fade quickly, being with tommy made it all the better

jason vorhees

now this was during a cold, wintry rainy day. you couldn’t seem to keep your toes warm in your and Jason’s bed, and on top of that, you were congested and your head was spinning.

jason was already aware of your sickness before you even awoke, and being the observant man he is, went out to collect more firewood to keep the cabin warm.

you awoke to a dark room with rain thundering outside, and a 7’1 burly man trudged through the door.

“jason?” you called, but he didn’t answer, instead loading the heater with fresh wood and closing the door on the expanding fire.

he then spent the rest of the night with you hiding in the crook of his arm, sleeping with blankets and soft pillows, a warm flush staining your cheeks cuddled in warm flesh.

at one point he even brushed his fingertips along your hairline, reveling in the feeling of your soft, warm skin.

when you decide that you don’t need rest, jason will 100% disagree with you. it isn’t his first time dealing with colds himself, so he takes on mother role like tommy, and reminds you to rest in his own way.

he won’t be so bold as tommy per se, but but he’ll gently sign to you that you need to rest more than once.

if you continue to do as you wish, he’ll generally leave you alone though :3

it’s a no no if you don’t eat. he’s much stricter than thomas on this. he will sit there in front of you until you’ve eaten breakfast/lunch/dinner, every last morsel. he won’t let you leave if you don’t ❤️

michael myers

blank stare, sheepishly gives you some advil, otherwise he doesn’t know how to care for illnesses like tommy and jason do.

he’ll generally leave you alone, feeling like you need space to recharge your health or smth xD

if you require snuggly cuddles, he’ll oblige you by letting you, in your burrito blanket, to wiggle into his burly arms and curl yourself on his chest in bed or on the couch

he doesn’t really care if he gets sick, tbh he’s so tolerant to pain and discomfort he probably wouldn’t even notice he’s sick

you’ll have to ask him to get you something, he’ll usually do it but if you weren’t sick he’d look you dead in the eye and do nothing

so this is michael’s special treatment :DD

if you decide to work even while you are obviously sick, michael will just think you’re better and will treat you like normal.

but if it’s TOO obvious, he’ll give you an incredulous look while your doing something, but won’t do anything to stop you

it’s the same with jason and tommy if you don’t eat— he will pull you into his lap anywhere and hand feed you. if you seriously refuse, he’ll feel helpless and do nothing, letting you fall slack against his chest as he holds you

bo sinclair

uh ohhh a germaphobee

he cares about you a lot but he’ll do it from a distance :D

he’ll throw a bottle of water at you and a box of tissues, then leave.

it’s definitely not as if he doesn’t care about you, but he just doesn’t want to get sick. he misses touching you all over and in fact he wouldn’t mind wearing a face mask while he cuddles with you

he’s over dramatic over nothing though tbh.

you both end up snuggling together on a pullout bed in front of the TV screen, watching sports late at night uwu

when he finds you working even when you promised him you would rest, he gets rlly mad.

he’ll scold you since he’s “always right”, in the middle of your doing dishes. he’d spew out that you’re killing yourself and that being a stubborn brat isn’t going to help you.

if u snap back that you’re fine, he’ll snarl back at you, probably turning into an argument that sadly doesn’t end in sex because you’re sick

but if when you decide to retire to bed after his stubborn self discouraged you from overworking yourself,

he’ll stroke your head softly even while you’ve been out for a while, absentmindedly with his face lit up blue by the tv.

if you refuse to eat, he’ll try to explain logically why that’s bullshit and you need to eat, becoming frustrated when you still refuse. towards the end he will try to coax you softly and gently, doing his best to take care of you

he ends up being sick himself, bitching about how you were needy for him so much that you got him sick.

but now he hogs you to himself in bed, not letting you leave him for anything since this is technically “ur fault”. ????

brahms

he knows what’s going on too before you realize it. it’s because he stares at you while you sleep cuz he’s lonely when he’s missing even one ounce of attention from you

he kind of ignores the fact that you’re sick at all and just snuggles into you when you wake up because you’re so beautiful y/n are you even real? 🥺

you don’t even get out of bed because Brahms is all over you, nuzzling you and possibly getting a little suggestive cuz he horny af —

but he pouts when you finally pull away from him, telling him everything you have to do and he probably then brings up that you’re sick and you have to stay w him in his cute little child voice to coax you

he only becomes concerned when you tell him that you’re fine, when you’re clearly congested and hot, frequently coughing.

he’ll cling to you, nagging you to come back to bed with him, pretending to cry when you refuse him

if that doesn’t catch your attention, he’ll be genuinely offended and give you the silent treatment.

he only retreats back to you when he finds you’ve refused to eat, getting sicker whenever you do. he has no idea what to do, and wishes he does. he’ll leave you pb and j’s at your door while still distancing himself cuz he is still technically mad at u ❤️

just go back to bed with him 🥺