#if you're rolling for him may you get him

[devotedlyandrogynousyouth]

Subby! Jason Todd

Subby! Jason Todd who's practically drooling already after you've only just taken off your shirt. His big, calloused hands are grasping at your soft mounds of flesh like he cant get enough of them. Which, for the record, he can't.

Subby! Jason Todd who gets so squirmy as soon as you start touching him. The muscles on his stomach contract and twitch almost every time you even get close to touching his hard, leaky cock with it's precum dripping in such beautiful little beads.

Subby! Jason Todd who's chest is huffing and puffing with every soft stroke you give him. The large 'Y' shaped scar on his front side is flexing and contorting along with the rest of his skin, making the sight all the more appetizing as his head leans back against the headboard.

Subby! Jason Todd who can't help but buck his hips into your hand once you pick up the pace a little. The sight of his swollen, heavy, and trimmed balls bouncing with each move of his broad hips is almost enough to make you give in and fuck him, but you manage to hold out and play with him a little more.

"Come on, Jay... I've barely even touched you." Your tone is in such a sweet tone that its mocking, your lips forming a fake pout as you brush your thumb over his leaky slit.

"Ah-" he can't help but let out a soft, whiny moan in response, his hips and thighs twitching and aching to be closer to you. To feel more of your honey-sweet touch.

Subby! Jason Todd who nearly loses it when you sit back on his thighs and drag your sticky, weeping slit against him in a slow grind. The pressure on your clit is absolutely divine and, if you were down bad enough, you'd admit that the slightly unshaven hair on his pubic bone made it feel just that much better.

Subby! Jason Todd who has to actually focus on not cumming when you barely slide yourself onto his thick, girthy tip. The warm fluttering of your gummy walls was enough to have his head thrown back in utter ecstasy almost immediately.

Subby! Jason Todd who's already begging you to move faster and grasping at your hips so hard there may be bruises by the time the morning rolls around. He just can't help it: he wants to paint your walls with his thick, warm cum in thanks for treating him so well.

Subby! Jason Todd who is absolutely slobbering all over your breasts. He can barely even go a minute without one of your fleshy mounds bouncing around in his mouth while his tongue swirls around your perky nipple. There's saliva dripping everywhere, but the sight of Jason drooling all over himself is just too good to resist.

Subby! Jason Todd who is absolutely gone as soon as you start praising him. Sure, he was riding the edge with you bouncing on his long, thick cock as it was, but your sweet words were just too much.

"Such... Such a good boy, baby..." You're cut off occasionally by the sound of your own blissed-out moans. "Being so good and letting me ride you like this..."

"Oh, fuck-" before you know it, you can feel Jason's thick, pearly seed painting your gummy walls as his head is thrown back and his eyes screwed shut. But you don't stop your movements, and he doesn't want you to. The slapping sound of skin on skin is all the more obscene when mixed with his cum seeping between the two of you.

Subby! Jason Todd who happily goes for another round or two until you've gotten your fill of him. Hell, he still offers to eat you out afterwards as if he wasn't a babbling, drooling mess just moments ago.

Subby! Jason Todd who absolutely clings to you once you're both cleaned up and have gotten some food and water into your systems. He probably won't let go of you until the morning, but you knew that when you first begged for him to let you treat him as well as he treats you for once.

"I love you, pretty girl." He mumbles into your hair as he moves himself a little closer to you. You're both absolutely whipped and exhausted, but he still manages to find the strength to pull you that much closer. Sure, you'd both be sore and achy in the morning, but neither of you would have it any other way.

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Masterlist

[meowstri]

you could wipe my mind, i'd still be stuck on you

tags: peter parker x fem!reader, tooth-rotting fluff, college/university au, lots of sarcasm, 1k words synopsis: while going out shopping to buy snacks for movie night, your bf, peter parker, tries to convince to you to let him get a new video game. chaos ensues. a/n: wow hey welcome to my first fic posted on here... sorry if this seems rushed haha. tysm @103rafes for helping me with the ending, ily man. reblogs, comments, and likes are appreciated!! title is from stuck on you by grentperez

"alright, i think we've got everything!" your eyes scanned through the various assortment of junk food in the grocery cart. "movie night is gonna be awe-" You turned to face your bf only to find no one standing near you. "ugh... where is that idiot?"

walking around the store, you find your boyfriend of 1 year, peter parker, in the electronics section. of course he was. you thought, he probably even forgot what they were at the store for.

he was staring intently at the newest spider-man video game. Spider-Man 2, it had came out just last month and everyone was going crazy over it. he had a scrunched up look on his face, studying the cover of the game in the clear display case.

as you walked up to him, his senses picked up on your location and he turned his head around, quickly glancing at you before turning his head back towards the display case. "i still can't believe they make video games of me. they really captured my likeness" he let out a laugh, shaking his head in disbelief. "i am so going to get this."

rolling your eyes, you sighed. "no we're not mister. c'mon its time to go home." you tugged on the sleeve of his sweatshirt, but Peter still didn't move an inch.

"please y/n... ned has the game! so does everyone we know!"

"why don't you just go over to ned's house and play it?" you suggested, rolling your eyes once again. "yeah, keep rolling your eyes. it'll be stuck like that soon enough." he huffed with a pout. "if you let me get it i'll let you pick the movie tonight. i know you love those cheesy hallmark movies..." peter said in a sing-songy voice. he leaned in to give you a small peck on the cheek and looked at you with his chocolate puppy-dog eyes.

"your silly antics don't work on me." you can't help but let out a giggle as buried his face into your neck and kissing every expanse of skin on it. peter wrapped his arms around your waist hugging you close. "but no. out of the both of us, you're the worst at managing your spendings and we need the money."

he hummed. "but mr. stark gave me my paycheck on monday, its more than enough to buy the game and put away some of it in our savings..."

"you mean your allowance?"

"hey! i may not be an avenger, but i still work for one of the richest people in america" he laughed, messing up your hair. "so... can i still get it?"

you hesitated for a moment, doing some calculations in your head. the two of you lived together in a dingy apartment and did extra jobs on the side to keep the both of them afloat. you knew peter worked hard a lot, trying to keep his grades up while maintaining his life as the city's spider-man so maybe he did deserve something nice for himself.

the corners of your mouth lifted in a small smile. "well..."

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“did you see that! i beat his ass so hard.” your bf laughed. you watched intently at the screen trying to decipher what was going on but all you could see were bright flashes of colour.

“you already beat ass in real life. don’t understand why you need to buy this game just to play a virtual version of yourself.” you said jokingly while eating from the bowls of chips and candy you bought earlier that day. you grimaced as you peter took a large handful of m&ms and popcorn, shoving them into his mouth.

“true, but this is more fun.” he said between mouthfuls. “plus i don’t get hurt.” he gave you a dorky little grin.

well there was no denying that, you thought as you smiled back. as much as peter tried to argue, you insisted on paying for the game as a gift. just seeing peter smile over some silly game made you fall in love with him all over again. it was surreal, dating the spider-man. the same one that appeared on the news 24/7. the same one that made you worry for days wondering if he might come back from saving crime.

but he wasn’t just spider-man. he was just plain old peter parker. the boy from queens that you met all those years ago. the boy who was practically an academic genius and the best boyfriend you could ever ask for.

interrupting you from your thoughts, peter wrapped his arm around your shoulder and held you tightly. he had already finished playing the game but he still grasped the controller in his hand.

“what are you thinking about?” he asked quietly, playing with the strands of hair falling on your shoulders. he smelled like fresh laundry and a hint of butter from the popcorn.

“what?”

peter chuckled. “you were staring at me with that look you get when you’re thinking really hard. like your nose scrunches up a bit and you have this wide smile on your face”

“oh… i wasn’t really thinking about anything.” you locked eyes with him, staring into his big, doe brown eyes. you shimmied closer to him and rested your head on shoulder. “just thinking about how great you are.”

“thanks for feeding my ego— ow!” you punched him on the arm but there was no anger to it. “im joking, im joking. you’re great too.” the smile lines on his face deepened.

peter leaned his head against yours. “thank you for getting me that game by the way. i love you.” he pressed his lips against your temple, making a line down towards your cheeks, then ending at your lips. they were soft and warm, and he tasted like slightly like chocolate.

“mm, love you too spidey-boy. now play your game, i didn’t spend 90 dollars on that for nothing.” you giggled lightly.

unable to pull away from your face, he grumbled. “okay, okay! way to ruin a moment with my lovely girlfriend…”

“does this spider-man have a girlfriend too?” you nodded towards the screen.

“you’re better than any video game girlfriend i could have as spider-man”. you couldn’t help but let out a string of laughs as he pulled you in again, planting kisses all over your face.

fin.

[suugarbabe]

Mattheo Riddle with a precious little cheerleader, then he sees how small the skirt is. LITTLE CHEERLEADER MIGHT AS WELL GO IN A WHEELCHAIR AFTER GETTING ABSOLUTELY FUCKED.

I made this a halloween party, hope that's okay <3 it’s not full smut but I still think it’s cute???

[this post has nsfw content, 18+, MDNI, be aware of your internet consumption]

Pansy straightens her own costume out as she looks in the mirror and inspects any need for finishing touches, "What're you supposed to be again?" You're adjusting the bow atop your head as you look in the same mirror just over her shoulder, "I'm a cheerleader. It's a muggle thing, like...a supporter of their sports." Pansy passes you her lipgloss so you can add shine to yours as well, "And are all of these cheerleaders outfits as short and slutty as yours?"

You scoff slightly, turning to the side in the mirror. The pleats of the skirt fan out and the slightest view of your lace clad ass cheeks peek out. "Okay, from what I've been told they wear little shorts underneath; so yes I may have sluttied the outfit up a bit, but Matty is going to love it." You turn to face Pansy, "You're coming for my costume but what are you supposed to be?"

She was wearing a nearly see through silk white slip, a simple red lace bustier underneath. She grabs a small white that almost looks like that of a muggle sailor except it has a red plus sign on the side. After she charms it to stay still for the night she slides her wand back into the fastener on her thigh before pointing at her hat, "I'm a healer, duh." You shake your head in faux disbelief, "But my costume is the sluttier one."

Pansy all but ignores your comment with a roll of her eyes and an insistence that you both need to make your way downstairs. The drink table is your first destination, deciding that the longer it takes you to make contact with Mattheo the more worked up he'll be when he finally sees you. Making your way to the groups usual destination you're more than aware of the amount of male attention you're garnering.

And if you weren't actually aware of the stares, the look on Mattheo's face as you approached the group would've given away how truly sinful your costume appeared. Mattheo's eyes bore into you, an intensely hardened stare, the muscles of his jaw clenching tighter with each sway of your hips as you moved closer. On purpose you 'forgot' to say hello to Theo as you walked by him, earning a protest for your attention.

You turn around to face him with probably a little more force than necessary, the pleats of your skirt fanning out and giving the person sitting in the lounge chair behind you a full show. The unmistakable crunching of plastic is like music to your ears as Theo lifts you up in a hug, slightly shining you back and forth and surely giving Mattheo another brief show. As Theo sets your feet back on the ground you turn to your boyfriend.

Setting your drink down on the table next to him, you give a slight pout. Mattheo raises a brow as he takes another sip of his own drink, hardened demeanor unchanging as you climb into his lap on the lounge chair. Setting his drink next to yours he rests his hands on either arm rest as you wrap your arms lightly around his neck, "Do you like my costume, Matty?"

The slightest twitch to his lips gives way to a smirk and he adjusts slightly in his seat, allowing your knees to slip further down on either side of his hips so your core is now flush to his waist. "I'm not too sure I liked the show that practically anyone could have seen, but I think this skirt could serve a purpose." Mattheo kissed you then, suddenly and anything but soft. A hard and hungry kiss as he gripped your hips and pushed you back and forth ever so slightly.

The friction emits a soft moan from your throat and Mattheo takes every opportunity to shove his tongue down your throat. A hands finds solace at the top of your neck, turning your head to expose your jaw and throat to allow Mattheo to nip and bite at the skin there. "Fuck, Matty, s-slow down," your breathless at the immediate attention and the shots from your pregamming are lowering your inhibitions quickly.

Immediately Mattheo ceases his actions, turning instead to the group around you guys, "Who's up for a game?" You're confused by his sudden change in interest, but when everyone agrees the chairs and tables start being rearranged closer together. As you go to find another seat Mattheo's hands grip harshly on your hips. He pulls you back down to his lap, the breeze from the action making your skirt fan out across his legs.

Enzo asks if anyone needs refills before the game begins, nearly everyone agreeing but the two of you. Mattheo immediately attaches his mouth the the underside of your jaw again, your public displays of affection nothing new to your friend group. As those around you are busy setting up the game, the other part of the group replenishing drinks Mattheo snakes an arm around your waist lifting you up slightly. The other you can feel begins to maneuver the buckle of his trousers, as well at the button and zipper.

Mattheo's voice is rough in your ear, eliciting goosebumps on your neck and a rush to your core, "Here's what's going to happen, sweetheart," you can feel him release himself from his trousers, tapping the head of his cock against your centre, the action alone causing you to clench around nothing, wetness increasing. "You're going to be a very good girl for me, baby. Gonna keep me nice and warm in this pretty pussy while we play this game with out friend, okay?"

You give a nod, not trusting your voice as Mattheo pushes his tip gently in, one hand grasping roughly on your waist as you slowly become full of him. You clench around him involuntarily, just the feeling of him stretching you out so intense your body has a natural reaction to him. "Easy, pretty girl, don't go making a mess too soon." Mattheo adjusts your skirt accordingly, making sure it's fanned out around his lap an over your thighs just so, making everyone else non-the wiser as they come back and get settled on the sofas.

[ejnaa]

a kiss or nothing

cw ɞ ˚ ‧ ｡ ◞ fluff, ooc, slight suggestive (?), not proofread

pairing : the itoshi brother x playful fem!reader

about me || masterlist

deciding to make the most of a dull day, rin, bored and uninspired, suggested the library. with no other plans in mind, he dragged you along to join him.

with nothing else on your plate, you didn’t bother turning down the ‘offer’. you've heard from your friends that the new library is pleasantly cozy, and they weren't lying at all.

as he reads something associated with soccer, you pretend to study, sneaking glances at his focused look. his intense look, in an odd way, seems quite adorable to you. “you’re always so serious,” you murmur before adding more, “you’d probably crack under pressure in a kiss challenge.”

rin glances up briefly, seeming to get your attention. “what was that?“ he pulls his airpods from his ears awkwardly.

“nothing!”

he exhales in annoyance. “don’t lie. i know you’re saying something unfavorable about me,” he speaks, closing the book with a soft thud.

rolling your eyes, you reach for another romance book, better than the movies, and begin reading, shamelessly retorting, “i said you'd probably crack under pressure in a kiss challenge.”

hearing your bold dare, he swiftly cupped your cheek with one hand and place you on his lap gently, making sure you met his soft gaze. “crack under pressure? you’Il need to do better than that to make me give in.” his eyes stay locked on you, and it's clear he’s not going to make it look easy.

amused by his competitive side, you nod slightly, mentally counting down before meeting his gaze with a playful smile. “on three,” you say quietly. “one, two…” the air feels thick with anticipation, and your heart skips a beat. rin remains still, refusing to back down.

he watches you intently, his focus sharp, and there's no sign that he'd let you win. he’s hell-bent on winning, no matter how trivially pointless the challenge may be.

and you, yes, you, the reader, if you're wondering “will anyone even notice us?” the answer is no. rin picked a quiet, empty hallway near a shelf against the wall. it's a spot that most people overlook, according to the booksellers.

setting the challenge aside for a second, you’re glad rin picked this space. the wooden floor is clean and sleek to the point that you and rin can sit on the floor comfortably, not gonna lie, and it's even comfy thanks to the warm light tones on the store’s ceiling.

though rin, on the other hand, still seems like he's staring into your soul, he finally gets bored and decides to tease you just a bit with a slight playful grin. “hope you're not expecting me to go easy on you.”

with a teasing smile, you lean closer, your voice just above a whisper. “don’t worry, i wouldn’t want you to take it easy. i’ll make sure you give it your best.” your eyes shine with mischief, ready for whatever he throws at you.

rin inches closer, his eyes locked on yours, his voice teasing. “say whatever you want, love. but you might as well admit it now,” he murmurs, his lips nearly brushing yours. “one of us is going to break. might as well be you.”

staring at your lips, rin envisions how you'd lose control and kiss him without hesitation.

“you pretend to be tough, but i can see right through it. i know i can make you break,” you replied with even more flirty gaze, teasing him to the point you can clearly see his ears went red.

“stop… staring at me like that,” he grumbles, narrowing his eyes in an attempt to look tough, but a slight blush on his cheeks this time betrays him. “i’m not going to lose just because of your gaze.”

you look at him with amusement after replying, “what gaze, hm?”

you lean slightly closer again, and rin’s eyes flicker down to your lips before he catches himself. “nice try,” he mutters, his voice barely above a whisper. “but i’m not that easy to break.”

you spot his hesitation and decide to press a little further. “what’s wrong, rin? feeling nervous?” you tease, leaning your face a little closer as you tilt your head. his gaze flickers, showing the internal conflict. he awkwardly clears his throat, attempting to regain control. “shut up,” he mutters, though it lacks his usual sharpness. you know he’s fighting the moment.

“you know you wanna kiss me.” his attempt to sound confident falters, and you can hear the nervousness that makes you smile.

you lean even more closer, your lips almost grazing his. rin’s breath hitches, and you can see the tension building in his body. his eyes flicker down to your lips, and he exhales shakily. “tch, damn it,” he mutters, his voice softer than usual. he gives you a small, forced pout. “fine, you win.”

he swears; he’d rather get hit by shitdough again rather than hearing that endearingly stupid laughter came out of your lips.

“you couldn’t keep up with me,” you tease rin, remembering how sure he was before. but you’re not cruel enough to not steal a quick kiss from his pink reddish lips, making his lips pouty and all adorable just for you.

rin’s lips stay pouty, but he can't deny the embarrassment bubbling up beneath that expression.

weekends are finally here: you know what’s up. a cuddle session with the japanese soccer prodigy  for spain awaits!

you and sae lazily cuddle on the couch, you lying on top of his muscular chest while he's stretched out, accompanied with his batman blanket covering you both that you bought for him. the living room’s air conditioner creates the perfect relaxing environment as you both remain glued to the tv.

promising you'd pick the show, sae can’t hide his regret, now stuck watching a cheesy 2000’s romcom full of love triangles.

as the scene unfolds, a guy kisses a girl for five minutes under the rain, and sae finds himself wanting to shut off the tv and sleep with you. just as he considers it, you teasingly interrupt, “bet you can’t avoid kissing me like this male lead here.”

sae quirked an eyebrow, “what makes you think that?” he asks with that unoriginal blunt tone of his, avoiding from the smirk to appearing.

“we could definitely win a court debate if it’s about agreeing that you’re emotionless 99% of the time but still hide your soft side, sae.”

he lets out a soft annoyed huff, clearly irritated by the fact that you're right. “oh yeah? i don’t think so,” he responds smugly, but his competitive nature kicks in and he won’t back away from this dumb kiss challenge.

“you’re not as unaffected as you pretend to be.”

an emotionless statement that calls, spurring his determination further.

“do you really think you’re getting to me? that’s cute.” his tone is playful but dismissive, as though you’re not even a challenge.

you eye him with intense focus, like a predator eyeing its target. yet, the difference here is that he’s your teddy bear, casually returning your gaze.

you let out a soft laugh, feigning offense. “you’re not scared, are you?” you tease, inching a little closer on top of him, your face just inches from his. “i know you’re competitive, sae. don’t tell me you’re giving up.”

his expression remains cool and unreadable. “i’m not interested in your games. you’re the one desperate for a kiss.”

“sure..."

“‘sure’? that’s all you’ve got?”

he raises an eyebrow, unimpressed, clearly expecting more from you.

you release a gentle, teasing breath, settling slightly on top of sae. a playful grin forms on your lips, and you say, “alright, i’II concede to that for now.” your gaze meets his as you trail a finger delicately across his chest, creating a charge in the air between you. with a low, playfully provocative voice, you add, “but don’t get too comfortable, you’re not the one calling the shots here,” you add, your voice low and teasing, the playful tension between you two palpable.

sae raises an eyebrow, clearly unfazed by your words, though his gaze follows the movement of your finger. “we’ll see about that,” he says, his voice steady and cool as ever. but there’s something in the way his eyes linger on you that suggests he’s not as unaffected as he lets on. you smirk, knowing full well that the challenge isn’t over, and if anything, it’s just getting more interesting. you lean in a little closer, your lips brushing against his ear, your breath warm against his skin. “i’m just getting started.”

sae remains silent for a while, his gaze unwavering but increasingly distant as if he’s getting tired of the game. you notice the subtle shift in his demeanor—his body relaxing, his eyes losing some of their usual sharpness. it’s as if he’s decided that this challenge isn’t worth his full attention anymore. a small, almost imperceptible sigh escapes him as he leans back slightly, a bored expression creeping onto his face. “you’re not as fun as you think you are,” he mutters, a trace of impatience in his voice.

you’re left a bit surprised, watching as he finally gives in, his competitive edge melting away. without saying much more, sae shifts and pulls you just a little closer. you’re not sure what he’s up to, until you feel a gentle kiss on your cheek. it’s quick, soft, almost tender—an unexpected gesture of surrender, yet somehow, it feels like a victory prize. “i guess you won this round,” he says with a smirk, clearly not bothered by the outcome, but his lips lingering near your skin just a second longer than necessary.

✧˖° a/n ⋮ this is so rush omg, i’m sooo sorry. ‘m studying for my upcoming exam rn but i still feel the need to write smth likes, reblogs and follows are always appreciate!!

⌢   ꒰੭ ejna ’s — 2024 © strictly NO plagiarizing my fic , and copying .

[emotionalsupport-ljh]

Spoiled 💋

He can sub this time. As a treat.

Smut - woozi x gn!reader

Happy Birth Month Woozi! I would love to spoil you one day 😘(I may have gotten carried away with this Uno Reverse.)

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Word Count: 3k

CW: sub!jihoon, bottom!jihoon, oral (m!rec.), handjob (m!rec.), cockring, vibrator, dildo, fingering (m!rec.), analingus (m!rec.), assplay (m!rec.)

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There is nothing more delicious than the sight of your boyfriend panting and flushed with one arm slung over his eyes and the other gripping the sheets as you take your time sucking hard on every single inch of his cock. Jihoon is sprawled out naked beneath you, his clear skin hot to the touch and slick with a thin sheen of sweat. The muscles in his stomach contract as he has no choice but to hold on to his release. A cockring sits snug at the base of his dick, and your fingers find it amusing to rub it slowly as your tongue circles his tip.

“I can’t take it anymore!” Jihoon moans out, squeezing his eyes shut behind his arm. He can’t even chance a look at you, fearing he’ll come early for the first time tonight.

You move your hand to stroke his length languidly, taking your mouth off of him to reply, “This is just the beginning, baby Hoonie.” Your voice is too sweet. Too innocent for the filthy things your tongue has been doing to Jihoon for the last twenty minutes. And for the things you're planning to do until he’s begging, pleading, and crying to come. You have your essential tools laid out beside you, ready for use. The cockring was a part of the small group, but it has already been employed. Next there’s warming lube, a small bullet vibrator, and a long dildo each waiting for its turn in tonight’s session. 

Spoiling Jihoon with some solo pleasure makes your own heart race with anticipation. You love seeing him drop his dom persona and take a break once in a while, embracing that switchy side of himself. He starts talking cutely, acting cutely, and listening to every command you issue him. His whole body flushes a blushy pink color, and he looks softer than ever. All you wanna do is sully that sweet innocence, bring him to the sexy, dark side with you. You wonder if he gets the same feeling looking at you when you are this needy and adorable.

You reach for the bullet vibrator with the hand that’s not traveling up and down his shaft. Carefully, you rub the object on his tip, massaging the slit all without turning it on. The action elicits a desperate moan from Jihoon that lilts through the air like sweet music.

“Aww,” you coo, “it’s not even on yet, love.”

He moves to grip the sheets hard with both hands, bracing for the moment you hit the little button that brings the simple object to life. He’s breathing heavily, eyes still screwed shut and bottom lip stuck between his teeth. You chuckle at the sight of him and remove the still vibrator from his tip to give it a reassuring kiss. Your lips trail up his taut stomach and land for a visit to his adorable nipples. As you prod at one with your tongue, you move the toy back to rubbing his tip.

“Please,” he breathes out in a whisper.

“Please what?” you pry, mouthing the words on the erect nub.

“Please, just, turn it on. Get it over with.” It’s a desperate plea. 

You can’t help but smile and move your lips up to rest on his jaw. “Now, baby Hoonie, don’t be impatient. If you want it to be over, we can stop.” Your tone is teasing, knowing the reaction the simple threat might provoke.

Jihoon finally snaps his eyes open in shock and panic. You raise your head to meet his eyes. “No, please, don’t stop! I’m sorry! I’ll be patient!” 

You lean in to kiss the corner of his lips gently. “That's a good boy.” The words are punctuated with the swift action of turning on the vibrator as it presses hard into the head of his cock. Jihoon’s eyes roll back into head as a gorgeous, full-bodied moan rips through his chest and pours from his lips.

You move back down to your position between his legs and place a hand behind one of his knees to bend it until you have access to all of him. You sink down to place your lips on his balls, kissing and mouthing at them. The feeling of hot, wet lips and relentless vibration are almost too much for Jihoon. His breathy sounds become a high-pitch staccato following his heavy breathing. His fingers curl into the sheets hard making his knuckles go white. He’s using all his strength to avoid coming and the resistance is almost as torturous as the action itself. His resolve crumbles when your adventurous tongue wanders further south, lapping at his taint and then finally circling his tight asshole. 

You move the vibrator down his length until it’s vibrating against the cockring. “Please,” he breathes out, “please, I want to come.”

You bite at his thigh then say, “So early? You know I’m not done yet. You think you can come again tonight?”

“Yes! Yes, just please, take it off. I’ll be a good boy. I’ll… I’ll…” He knows that right now, he doesn’t have the power to do much but lay there and take what you give him. He sounds desperate, and he looks adorably pathetic.

Looking into his big teary eyes, you reply sympathetically, “So spoiled.” You sigh, “I can’t say no to that face.” You give him a sly pout and remove the cockring from him with the same hand holding the vibrator. Grasping both him and the small machine in your hand, you stroke him to help reach his climax. He comes in long spurts, glossy ribbons falling onto his stomach. Discarding the ring and vibrator, you lift your head to see the absolute mess you helped make of your boyfriend. Fingers run through the streaks on his stomach and find their way to his mouth. He sucks at them eagerly, grabbing onto your hand and looking into your eyes. You replace your hand with your mouth and immediately swipe your tongue around, tasting Jihoon on his own lips. 

“Now,” you start as you separate, “what do you want next, baby Hoonie?”

The eyes that once bore into yours are now flighty. They can’t focus on one thing, and they definitely can’t meet your face. “Well, umm…” he hesitates.

“How am I supposed to spoil you if I don’t know what you want?” You grab him lightly by the chin and direct him to face you. “Look at me, and tell me.”

He blinks with big, innocent eyes. “Can you… put that…” he directs his eyes to the long dildo then back at you, “inside? Please?” 

He looks delectable. Just too cute. You peck him on the lips then answer, “Of course, baby Hoonie. Anything for you.”

You sink back down in between his legs and place both of them up to a position bent at the knees. His hand sneaks to reach for his flaccid cock, wanting to bring it back to life, but you grab his wrist hard and pin it against the sheets.

You look up at him from between his legs, “No touching. That doesn’t belong to you right now. Understand?” He nods in response which is not good enough for you. You lay a swift smack to the side of his thigh. “Use words. Now, do you understand?” you say firmer than before.

“Yes, I understand.”

 “Good boy.” You continue your ministrations, using both of your thumbs to spread him open. You begin kissing and tracing his rim with your tongue like before, only this time, you start prodding to open it, slipping inside. You pump your tongue in and out, tasting his fresh hole. He prepared for tonight and is now reaping the great reward. He’s sensitive here, though he only dares ask for stimulation when he’s feeling subby like this. 

You're a great multitasker. While maintaining a steady pace with your mouth and tongue, your hand finds the bottle of the special warming lube you got for this exact occasion. Without even looking, you open the cap and spread the substance over your fingers, enjoying the way Jihoon’s body reacts to you and to the anticipation. He jolts and his cock twitches when you bring a finger to join your tongue inside. 

A warmth spreads through Jihoon that starts as a nagging feeling. The smooth sensation gliding into him from your finger paired with the warming lube is undeniably erotic. Even just one finger with the substance brings a heat to Jihoon that almost makes him sweat. His once spent and limp dick now starts to harden again, untouched. You remove your tongue and begin pumping the one finger torturously slowly. You feel the heat on your hands of the gentle warmth the lube brings. Your hips begin rutting against the bed where you are poised. You won’t be able to go long without some attention of your very own. 

“Hold on for me, baby Hoonie,” you say as a last-minute warning before completely removing his stimulation. 

“No…” he whines, “Please, I want more.” His eyebrows knit together, screwing his face into a frustrated scowl that can’t even try to be intimidating. He’s too flushed, too needy, and too cute to look angry.

You try to take him seriously, but end up chuckling lightly at the mini tantrum. “I thought you said you’d be a good boy. Is this how good boys act?” 

He squirms in protest then relents. “No,” he pouts.

“Then you can wait for me.” You move deftly, reaching for the discarded bullet vibrator. As much as you enjoy watching your boyfriend get all flustered and a little bratty, you know that the show must go on. You’re dying just about as much as he is waiting for the eventual sweet climax of the evening. With the toy in hand, you put it in your own underwear, right against your own sex and turn it on a low setting, relishing in the pleasurable vibrations. 

Jihoon watches you breathe heavily and rock your hips against the vibrations. You smile at his wide-eyed stare. You bend down again to kiss him, still enjoying the feeling of the vibrator in your underwear. Trailing back down his body with your mouth, you can’t help but feel giddy. The amount of power you have over him is almost addicting and you wish it could last forever. Of course, you like to be the submissive one, but there’s something so sweet about Jihoon when he wants to do it. It’s like it releases an incredible amount of tension in him.

You sink back down near his half-hard dick and your breath ghosts against it. Jihoon begins to sweat in anticipation. You chuckle lightly, sending more soft bursts of air against his cock. “Are you ready, baby Hoonie? You were so patient for me.”

“Y…yes, I’m ready,” he replies. His heartbeat quickens as your tongue flicks out and licks his pink tip. You see it coming back to a full erection. Your fingers find his hole again and begin circling. This time, two fingers plunge inside at once, and you take the tip into your mouth and suck hard, which is the final push Jihoon needed to come all the way back. The sounds emanating from him are loud enough that you wouldn’t be surprised if you get a noise complaint later. You don’t hesitate in the pace of pumping your slick fingers in his blushy hole. 

“Your noises are so pretty, baby Hoonie,” you say as you sink from the tip of his cock down to his balls. You don’t want him to come again yet, so you use your free hand to grip him at the base of his dick. Jihoon is more than stimulated with the scorch he’s feeling from your electric touch on his dick, your heated and relentless fingers in his hole, and your warm and wet mouth now sucking at his balls. His body reaches a fever pitch as he feels a third finger move inside of him and spread to stretch him wide. The tip of his cock leaks precum that drips down his length. His breath catches in his throat, and he’s making choked noises, unable to vocalize his pleasure anymore. He’s becoming more and more worn out, and you realize that it’s time to finish up.

You halt your movements but keep your fingers inside of him. You lift yourself into a kneeling position and use your free hand to caress your lover’s red cheeks. Jihoon looks considerably more fucked out than he was before, barely holding on by a thread. He’s barely registered you’ve stopped moving. You get his attention, “Hey, baby Hoonie.” Your thumb is caressing his cheek softly as you speak to him with a voice as sweet as raw sugar.

He leans into your hand and finally makes eye contact. “Mhm,” he hums in response.

“Are you still okay, love? Can we keep going?” You feel a tinge of concern. He’s already cum once, and the stimulation has only gotten more intense. You have been coasting on the sight of him wrecked for the whole night and can almost ignore the minimal vibrations against you. Jihoon, however, has been experiencing a barrage of sensations with few breaks. 

“Yes, please,” he says, perking up almost instantly. He starts to wiggle his hips seeming to have finally noticed the lack of movement.

You smile and kiss his lips. “Okay, good. I’m gonna let you come again. Are you ready?”

Jihoon nods eagerly, “Yes! I’m ready! Please, I really want it.”

“I’ll always give you what you want, my sweet baby Jihoonie.” You move in to kiss him sensually, sliding your tongue against his and absolutely loving the taste of all of him. You remove your fingers and finally grab the dildo. Breaking the kiss to sit up, you examine the toy before applying a generous amount of lube to it. You rock your hips against the toy in your underwear as well. Before you move any further, you reach down and turn the vibrations to a higher level. You have to still yourself and focus, not letting the pleasure take over and make you finish before your boyfriend. You take several deep breaths before continuing.

Jihoon waits patiently and moves without fuss, mostly anticipating what you need to do. He’s been on his back all night because you want him in the position with the least maintenance. You don’t want him to strain or anything; he just gets to sit back and relax tonight. You’re not going to try to fold him in some way; you just need his knees up, exposing his leaking cock and stretched hole. You rub the blunt tip of the large dildo against him. Your lips intertwine with his once more as a distraction from the push of the toy into him. It’s a thick toy that stretches him open wider than your three fingers could. He’s vocal in the kiss, but you bring your hand to his hard shaft and stroke until the dildo bottoms out inside of him.

You begin pumping the toy in and out of him, fucking him open carefully. Jihoon feels like he’s on fire. The stretch in his asshole pairs with the warmth of the lube to set him ablaze. Your hand on his wet cock adds fuel to the fire in him, making him sweat. Your pace is steady with both tasks you're carrying out. You don’t need to be brutal; Jihoon is already a mess under your control. His voice strains against your lips, and you are overcome with the desire to hear him at this moment. You trail down again to suck at his hard nipples and listen to him mew and squeal so high-pitched. He’s enjoying every second, and he’s so close. You realize that you are too and lean into the vibrator satisfying you. Jihoon’s hips begin to buck up into your hand. You have to put your weight on your elbows to hold him still, so you don’t lose your rhythm with the dildo pumping a little harder inside of him. 

Jihoon is restless. You become sloppier as well as you begin to lose focus and take in the pleasure of vibrations and the way your boyfriend jerks against your touches. There’s a shift in his hips and then he gasps into loud, desperate moans. The dildo now brushes against his prostate, bringing his stimulation to a high maximum. You move to look at his face again, and there are tears forming in the corners of his eyes.

“Cum for me. You can do it. Cum for me, baby Hoonie,” you coax him to it, tightening your grip on his cock. With just a few calculated, rough thrusts of the dildo against his g-spot, Jihoon comes in strong bursts. More of his cum glazes his stomach along with your hand. You take him through it, slowing your strokes and thrusts. Watching him makes you follow close behind, cumming against your vibrator. You are both utterly wrecked, panting, and sweating.

After an extended amount of clean-up time, you both lay in the fresh sheets you put on the bed. Jihoon is bathed and mostly dry when he sinks down to curl up next to you. He lays his head on your chest, and you stroke his damp hair. “That was fun, wasn’t it, baby?” Your voice is close to a whisper.

“Yes,” he breathes out, “Thank you for taking charge tonight.”

“Anytime. Actually, it wouldn’t kill you to feel subby more often,” you joke to him, and he buries his face in your chest, embarrassed.

“It might,” he says back with his voice muffled by your t-shirt.

You laugh softly and reply, “I love you, Jihoon.”

The last words Jihoon gets out before succumbing to his exhaustion are “I love you, too”. He feels incredibly safe and secure in your arms. You love being able to be that for him once in a while. Listening to his steady breathing, you drift off into a blissful sleep, as well.

[dsireland86]

Oooh imagine anyone of the Bad Omens Crew whoever you think fits this idea best with fem reader and Grabbing your hips and pretending to bang you when you bend over to grab or pick something up

I can't help it. This has Folio written all over it. Especially with his obsession with smacking his girl's ass 🤭🤭🤭

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Folio loves your ass. There's no denying it. He's grabbing it, pinching it, smacking it, and kissing it every chance he gets, especially when you're in the shower or in the bed.

He likes to goof around with you. You're a lot of fun and feed his playful addiction like no other. While the guys roll their eyes sometimes and tell him to quiet, you're right there encouraging him.

So, between your ass and his playfulness, coming up behind you and acting like he's giving it to you from behind is a constant thing. At first, it was a little embarrassing, but the more he continued doing it, the more it became a thing for the two of you.

The first time Folio ever pretended to bang you from behind, it was shortly after you two started dating. You were at Matt's house, in the kitchen helping Davis cook. Folio wouldn't leave you alone, no matter how many times you told him to leave or get away from you. Dropping the spoon you were using to mix whatever was in your bowl, you bent over to pick it up when Folio came up behind you and grabbed you by the hips, pulling you into him as he thrusted into you, making the same grunts he made in bed. It took a lot of restraint not to feed into his playfulness. "Oh god, get a fucking room you two," Matt groaned, walking into the kitchen. Folio laughed, letting you go, as you stood there completely embarrassed.

Another time was before a show. You were backstage helping Noah with his mic and in-ear set up. Folio had been hinting to you all day how horney he was, but you shrugged him off. "Nick, you got it this morning. Leave me alone!" You shrieked when he pinched your ass. "Sweetheart, once is never enough with you. I could stay inside you all day." He pulled you in close, kissing you heatedly, and for a moment, you thought about giving into his need. "No," you said, pushing him away. "I'm busy. Go away! Noah needs help." You walked off, leaving Folio with his mouth hanging open. You moved the wire around Noah's shoulder, helping him slip his black shirt on, but dropped the other in-ear battery pack. You bent over to pick it up and felt the sting of a hand smacking your ass, as Folio grabbed you from behind and rutted against you over and over. He may have been playing, but the words he whispered in your ear had you so wet. "Imagining me fucking you like this for real, baby." It pulled a soft whimper from you, making him groan. "Folio, fuck man you need to her alone while she's working. You mess her up with that shit," Noah laughed, watching how disheveled you got.

Later that night, after the show, you got to your hotel room, only to find Folio in the shower. Wanting what he hinted earlier, you quickly undressed and joined him under the hot water, quickly getting caught up in his arms and kisses. It didn't take long before he had you out of the shower and face down on the bed with your ass up as he fucked you unmercifully from behind. As uncomfortable the position was, the feeling of your man filling you like he was overcompensating you for the discomfort was amazing. Between your moans, his curses, and the sound of your skin coming in contact, you came hard for Folio just as he did for you, pulling out and pushing you down, spilling his warm cum all over your clean back. "Fuck! I love fucking you like that," he confessed, completely out of breath.

After cleaning you up, he laid between your legs with his head on your chest, where his lips placed small kisses on your breast. Your fingers ran through his damp hair when they weren't running up and down his back, making him hum in satisfaction. "I love you," he whispered, circling one of your nipples with his tongue, making you softly moan his name. "I love you, too, Nick."

[edablair]

Hi!! This is for all my Russian/Slavic bitches ᕙ⁠(͡⁠°⁠‿⁠͡⁠°⁠)⁠ᕗ

(English is not my first language! There may be grammatical or/and punctuation mistakes)

★ Logan finds some of your habits a little... strange.

★ Like the way you sometimes fake spit three times over your left shoulder and knock on something wood three times.

"... and like, if I ever get cancer... ugh." Rolling your eyes, you knock on the wooden table leg, spitting and saying "Не дай Бог". (God forbid)

"What was that for?"

You meet his gaze as he arches an eyebrow in bewilderment, waiting for your clarification.

"Oh, well, you know. It's to make sure nothing bad happens. It's an omen thing."

★ Omens. Yeah, you mention them a lot. Like the time Logan walked past you whistling, and you almost unconsciously barked at him something like, "Не свисти — денег не будет."¹ Or the time he ate a slice of apple off the tip of a knife.

"Не ешь с ножа — злым будешь."²

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"

"Don't mind it. Just a habit." you explained, leaving the poor bewildered Canadian in the kitchen.

★ The only thing worse is your "domovoy". If Logan loses anything, the first thing he'll hear from you is, "Домовой, домовой. Поиграй да отдай."³ And he chuckles, shaking his head. As if some domovoy is gonna help him find the keys he put somewhere... Oh, they there are.

★ If someone drops a spoon? "К гостям." (To guests)⁴ If by chance a dish is broken? "На удачу." (For good luck). If a nasty bird poops on his favorite jacket? Turns out it's a good thing too.⁵

"Are all Russians superstitious, or are you just the way I am?"

"I'm not superstitious."

He's lost for a moment.

"Then what's the point of all this your things?"

"It's always like that. The least superstitious people follow superstitions."

"Yeah, tell me you don't believe in God with all your 'God forbid' stuff."

"I'm an atheist, Logan."

★ You got him. Now he doesn't understand you at all, and you're smiling and giggling, almost like you're mocking him.

(Masterlist)

A little explanation from me!! Yes, more often the most unbelievers and the least superstitious follow superstitions. Why? Because of upbringing. People grow up surrounded by northern relatives, adopt their habits, and then, when they have already formed their worldview, can not get rid of northern habits (I'm like this) ヽ('ω')ﾉ

1) The phrase "Don't whistle - you won't have any money." was often said in Rus' to an idler. Because it was believed that a person busy with work would simply have no time for such silly activities. At some point, people who often whistled began to be called lazy.

2) "Don't eat with a knife, you'll be evil." Like, those who eat from a knife become sharp, jealous and aggressive. There is also a version that a knife "cuts the mind" — by eating with a knife, one can become stupid, lose knowledge.

3) Domovoy — in Slavic peoples home spirit, mythological master and patron of the house, ensuring the normal life of the family, fertility, health of people and animals. Sometimes, when a thing is lost somewhere in the house, they say, "Балуется домовой." (Domovoy is playing around.) And for him to return the thing, they say, "Domovoy, Domovoy. Play with it and give it back."

4) If you dropped a dessert spoon, expect to meet uninvited guests who will come to your house with a small child. And if you let a tablespoon out of your hands, acquaintances, friends or work colleagues will come to your house in the near future.

5) Bird feces on the shoulder is usually considered a symbol of protection from a guardian angel or spirit. It is seen as a sign that you are being watched over and protected from all evil.

[yanderefarm]

I know requests are closed but 1. I need to write this down before it falls from my skull and 2. I just want to offer you this general concept for the brain worms not as a request.

Achilles is well and happy to be tortured, yes, but what if despite that(or more likely because he knows he'll get beat more) he is very resistant to being feminized. Gotta make him a pretty princess but he hisses and yells that he is a man and you can't change him. But no, no, it's not changing him, it's revealing his true self; a pretty little pet who is so obedient and feminine.

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god i love this idea so much. i love forced fem so much!!!

idk why achilles just makes me wanna go hard even when i shouldn't.

cw;; blood, nsft, torture, forced fem, non con undressing, humiliation

i really like nonsexual forced fem like i feel like if it was for sex they could at least justify it in their mind but forcing them to wear something around the house or out in public is so much worse. they can't justify it and they can tell themselves over and over it's for you but when you're not even looking at them it doesn't feel like it's for you anymore.

achilles got out of the bath and stared blankly at the lacey panties and pretty skirt you laid out for him. this wasn't right he was sure you had set out another suit for him. he raised his voice just enough to call for you but it seemed you weren't listening. he wrapped a towel around his waist and picked up the clothing. he came to find you in the living room. you were with a friend. it was one of your work friends who knew about your relationship with achilles but that did nothing for his embarrassment.

"why aren't you dressed yet?"

"i... i couldn't find my clothes."

"chilles i can literally see them in your hands."

his eyes darted away. you let out a heavy sigh and stood up. achilles instinctively flinched as you approached him but you didn't care instead you ripped his clothes from his hands.

"I'm sorry about him. he clearly isn't getting it through his head." you grabbed the corner of his towel and before achilles could open his mouth you ripped it off exposing his lower body to the open air.

"god you're so embarrassing." you didn't even sound amused just annoyed. "now get your clothes on."

achilles turned to leave, his face burning red, but you grabbed his arm firmly. you pulled him back to the middle of the room with an annoyed look on your face.

"i don't trust you not to wear what i gave you. put it on right here."

achilles swallowed hard, he couldn't bring himself to raise his head because the overwhelming embarrassment was too much.

"you-you have my clothes, sir."

"mhm. so ask nicely for them."

"may i please have my cloth-"

you huffed in annoyance, indicating he'd done it wrong but you didn't raise your hand to strike him. like you were so disappointed in him that he wasn't worth hitting. that hurt worse than the actual pain would have.

his breath hitched as he opened his mouth again to try and correct himself but you cut him off. "what should I hand you first?"

"th-the under-"

you huffed again.

"my-my panties... please hand me my panties,sir." it was the most humiliating way he could think to phrase it and it seemed to please you as you handed him the thin lacey garment.

achilles closed his eyes tight trying to pretend he wasn't getting dressed in front of another person. there was no pretending away that his cock had gotten hard even as he pulled the lace over it. you helped him out, fixing his leaking member into the slightly too tight underwear.

when he finally opens his eyes again you're holding up the skirt. underwear is one thing but that skirt is too much.

"please- i.. i don't want to."

you roll your eyes at that.

"do i have to put it on you" you sound so disappointed.

"i don't want to... I'm not a woman."

"why are you being so difficult? you're usually so well behaved." you look at your guest and then back to him with a scowl.

"oh. do you think he'll help you? do you think if you throw a little fit, act like I'm forcing you, he's going to help you? do you think he'll save you? do you need to be saved now, achilles?" every word you say is filled with venom. you must know exactly how much your words are getting to him, the way they make him feel guilty and disgusting. you even manage to look hurt behind all that anger in your eyes.

"no i- i- please.... i just don't want to b-"

"could you go wait in the car... im sorry about this." you let out a deep sigh. your friend leaves the room so it's just you and achilles.

as soon as you both hear the front door shut achilles attempts to open his mouth only for you to punch him in the stomach as hard as you can. you watch him crumple to the floor in pain as one of his wounds reopens. you kick him onto his back so you can climb over top of him. you sit on his chest with the skirt in your hands and all achilles can do is kick and flail.

"you stupid fucking girl. you embarrass me in front of my guest. you tell me-" you elbow him in another wound making him howl in pain, his legs straightening enough for you to shove them down. "you tell me no? and now, you're fucking fighting me."

you elbow him one more time to get him to give up his struggling. his body goes limp as he sobs underneath you. you make sure to pull his legs in the most painful way as you start forcing his skirt onto his body.

"you are a pretty girl. you're my pretty girl. and no amount of throwing fits or asking others to save you is going to change that. do you get that?" you yank his skirt up over his legs.

you notice that the wound you'd been elbowing has reopened and he's bleeding all over his shirt. he knows he's in so much trouble but all he can do is sob.

"im not a girl.." you hear him mutter through tears.

"you don't get to decide that. you don't get to decide anything." you slowly pick yourself off of him.

"I'll clean you up and change you since you're such a big baby. and when i get back from hanging out with my friends you're fucking in for it. maybe while I'm gone you can come up with how you're going to apologize."

achilles just laid there, bleeding and sobbing. everytime he tried to close his eyes he would feel a breeze over his legs and fresh tears would flow from his eyes. the humiliation of being forced to be your pretty girl was one thing but knowing how angry you were at him, how much he'd disappointed you hurt worse. he didn't want to be a girl he didn't want you to be angry at him and yet here he was. the old wound soaking his shirt and giving him a stabbing pain everytime he let out his shakey sobbing breaths seemed like a fitting punishment. of course that was for you to decide, not him.

you cleaned up his wound and changed his shirt in silence. when you pulled out the pink bedazzled shirt you gave him a look, daring him to say something but he didn't. you were clearly still angry at him but you treated him just as gently as you always did. he couldn't help but lean into your touch as you cleaned up his face.

"'m sorry..." his voice was small and weak.

you let out a heavy sigh before you picked him up with ease and brought him over to the couch.

"... i know you're sorry, sweet girl." he flinched at your words. "you were very bad, though. so when I get home you're losing all rights to boy mode. no more suits, no more he/him, no more achilles. I'll pick you out a pretty girl name."

he whimpered softly as his chest got tight.

"do you understand?"

"y-yes sir..."

"now say I'm a good girl."

"I'm... I'm..." he struggled to say it, his breathing ragged, but when he looked in your eyes he could still see the disappointment from before. "I'm a good girl."

"yes you are." you leaned in and kissed his forehead. "be a good, princess."

[darlingcameron]

New idea: Rafe is friends with an autistic reader(female I apologize) mentions of good aversion, sensitivity to noise, swimming, masking.

"Is the food okay, dear?" Rose places a hand on your shoulder which you try to contain your uneasiness but you were a little weary of her and physical contact was something you were still getting use to so you tried your best to mask it.

You offer a smile and nod, "Oh yes, Mrs. Cameron it all looks so good I'm just-"

"She's autistic, Rose...I'll just bake her something else." Rafe speaks up, placing his napkin down and gets up from his seat and you felt heat rise to your cheeks as you didn't want Rose to feel offended or make anything awkward, "No! Rafe I-i can try it- look!" You almost clumsily pick up your fork, circling the spaghetti around your fork but then looks at it for a moment, the sauce seeming almost offensive towards you and you shake your head. "Yeah, no nevermind..I'm so sorry...I know you put so much effort into this I just-" you rambled on as your people pleaser tentacles start to kick in and you look around fanatically between Rose and the plate in front of you.

"Y/N for the love of God, shut up-its fine just come with me and I'll see what I can make for you- let's go." He snaps his fingers towards the door that leads inside and you sheepishly smile at Rose before rising out of your seat and walk inside.

Rafe follows, sliding the glass door closed and goes over to the freezer. "What would it be? Chicken nuggets and fries again?" He looks over at you, holding the handle to the freezer and you shrug, "I don't know kind of getting bored of that being a safe food." You say as you lean against the counter, feeling awful and like you were a nuisance towards him and his family. "But I can deal with it."

"Nonsense, I'll just keep looking. Hey, how about some apples and peanut butter? Both healthy and contain protein." He asks, opening a cabinet and looking around, moving things about.

You wave him off, "honestly I can wait...I can just go hole and order mcdonalds."

"McDonald's isn't exactly a healthy choice." He says and you shrug, "there's a Chinese place down by where I live."

"And I think you order so much that thats the reason they're still open."

You roll your eyes. "Really Rafe, I can just wait..."

"Then you'll get cranky from your blood sugar dropping and you'll start to get panicky...remember the last time? You kept hitting your head and I thought you were gonna have a concussion." He sighs, running his hand through his hair as he closes the cabinet, looking over at you.

"Whats up with you tism people and fast food?" He asks, walking over to you.

"Convient, you don't have to make it or stress for like 30 minutes looking for what may look good, and if you order from a place enough it's a no brainer on what to eat." You shrug as you explain.

"You need to have a home cooked meal at some point." He states, placing his hands on his hips and staring down at you.

You chuckle, "Well until you become my personal chef I'd have to wait...you're very patient with me." You mumbles the last part, fiddling with your hands and he takes hold of them. You noticed his hands felt warm and you look up at him, "You're special to me."

You tilt your head at him, "Is that a special needs joke?"

He grins and wraps his arm around your shoulder, "Could be but you're still special...c'mon...let's go get some mcdonalds and worry about our health when we're old." He escorts you both to the front of the house.

"I'll still be eating chicken nuggets at 50."

"If you're alive by then with your health choices."

[quinngefail]

Is Lawrence a “no Adam, we are not keeping the stray cat you found” but then immediately falls in love with the cat type guy. Is he. I need to know

SHAKING

💥 Rambling Beast Incoming 💥 Because I will not lie. I've thought about this a lot LMAO

I am also putting a cut. Because this got to be way longer than anticipated, and also slowly pivots into just being a short fic HRKGMGKGK......

But uh I've imagined that the conversation came up during a late night. They'd been staying together, and just being together for a few months now. They have a lot of conversations that revolve around just asking each other about all sorts of things, getting to know one another more and more. And just being able to freely ask things that certainly weren't important during their six hours in hell. 'Getting to know you's in significantly less stressful environments, basically.

At some point that night, Lawrence asks Adam what some things on his bucket list are. Adam gets a little flustered, and sorta mumbles, "I promise it's nothing that exciting."

But of course, Lawrence wants to hear anyway. Doesn't matter if it's 'I want to have a concert on the moon', or 'I want to find a lucky penny on the subway'. He just wants to hear anything and everything from this man, no matter what Adam's harsh inner voice may repeatedly insist.

So Adam begins to explain one of the biggest things on that list, which is that he's just always wanted a pet. A cat, specifically, as they're his favorite. Because even in a world where his parents could have afforded to take care of one, they wouldn't have anyway. They both just did not care for animals, and weren't exactly hesitant to very bluntly express their disdain for them, in far less kind words. And even if Adam had been existing on his own for about 6-7 years now, he certainly wasn't ever in a comfortable enough financial state to take care of a pet. And he could truly never forgive himself if he was the reason for any amount of harm coming to something that was so innocently dependant on him... The man who had struggled to feed even himself.

So, he had just shoved that idea to the back of his mind. But the longing never stopped, of course.

Once he's finished, Lawrence gives a saddened nod, and offers his sympathetic words. But, there's a few moments of silence before he perks up a bit. Why don't they just get one, then.

Adam blinks a few times in surprise, but he can't keep a little smile from creeping up his face.

"Well, you know I'm not going to say no to that," he responds. "But only if you're really okay with having a little bastard running around your place,"

Lawrence first starts with a dry chuckle. "Oh, I don't think I'm a stranger to that anymore, darling. In fact, I'm rather acquainted with the little hellion I've already welcomed into my home. And you know, I am quite fond of him."

Adam's smile only grows larger, and more crooked, as he rolls his eyes. "Yeah okay, whatever, asshole." But it's only a second or two before their shared laughter fills the bedroom.

"Well, it'll certainly be loved." Lawrence remarks in the lull of their banter. "And completely spoiled."

"Oh, abso-fuckin'-lutely." Adam nods, cracking a cocky smirk. "It'll have no idea that I've been waiting 20 some years for this shit. Poor bastard's in for of some of the most obnoxious, sappy, lovey dovey shit ever. It'll hate us so much."

"Oh yes, nothing but malice towards us. It'll want us both dead." Lawrence smiles back. "Well, we can start looking around for our unlucky candidate tomorrow, if you'd like."

"Fuck yeah," Adam grins, curling both hands into eager fists. Really though, on the inside, he was running rapid, ecstatic laps around his brain.

His ass was not going to be able to sleep tonight.

"...And thank you," he quietly adds, highly masking just how much he wanted to repeat his gratitude again, and again, and again, and again- though, he was sure this masking was to limited success, for the shaking of his hands were at least one thing that currently betrayed him-

"Of course, Adam."

Their hands then find one another, and squeeze... One shaking hand unable to keep itself from squeezing down hard.

~~~

AND THEN...... THERE WERE CATS !! >:3

And they are indeed spoiled rotten and deeply loved by the both of them LMAO

[sampirism]

talkn bout my opinions on rook and varric and roleplay and feeling disconnected (roleplay in a game sense not the freaky sense. sorry) - SPOILERS FOR ENTIRE GAME, BEWARE. this post is WAY too long. sorry about that too.

it's very evident that bioware/EA wanted an action/adventure game first and an RPG second, but let me type at you.

i hate to say that i didn't feel particularly sad about varric's fate, due to the structure of the game. it is, in hindsight, completely obvious that he was not alive! i just hadn't been thinking about varric much at all the entire game because you have limited opportunity to talk to him in the infirmary or when he plops around barefoot when everyone decides to sit at a table and talk about how fucked we are. i genuinely forgot he was there otherwise.

he barely feels like a guy himself. because there's no personalized worldstate, any specific mentions to events or characters might be jarring to the player who may have made a different choice along the way.

no one talks about how sorry they are about varric because they CAN'T or the twist is completely revealed. even with another DA2 character in the game (who my hawke romanced. who is now dead in the fade. glad to see you're LIVING IT UP ISABELA!!! (I'm jk. a little.))

there's no response rook can say to condolences outside of "oh, thanks" without the game fully revealing its Twist, because "I'll tell him you said hi" and "he'll be up and walking in no time!" are only reasonable responses from a Mourn Watcher, and even then, should still cause your companions to be a little alarmed. the closest we get to this is the inquisitor making reference to lost friends, and rook visually registers it, but its swept under the rug and moved on from immediately.

(i know we're all mentally unwell in this lighthouse repressing our feelings but jesus christ)

despite spending two games with him and enjoying him as a character, I struggle with feeling much for his loss AS my rook, because i found there to be no meaningful connection between him and rook. i was only told i was supposed to have one.

the game wanted so badly get the ball rolling with an immediate threat, its at the expense of roleplay. you could argue that da2 and inq also started with Immediate Threats but you are also very limited in the choosing of your backstory in those games.

rook was deliberately designed to be more open-ended, with more similarity to origins, but still gave you a prequel where you felt what your life was before The World Began To End.

there's this conversation you can walk in on with lucanis and davrin, where they're talking about their worst jobs. there are three dialogue for rook I think and i can only remember two but they were "I don't want to talk about it" or "man I have the dreadwolf in my head". (I... honestly think the third option was very similar to the second one but I have a very bad memory. sorry)

i played a mourn watcher mage. i had to have done some messed up spirit stuff. some bone shenanigans. not able to mention my Down With Nobles rebellion at all. i halfway expected it to be revealed that my rook was just like a shitty pawn (haha) and actually all her memories are fake and not real. but obviously you meet people from your shared backstory and they do know OF you but they don't really know you

in mass effect 1, there were some unique missions related to both the backstory and psychological profile you picked for shepard. they were short, and nothing happens like that in 2+3 that i remember, but they are unique to your character and are something at least.

no one really asks you much more about yourself! mourn watcher rook is literally Found In The Crypts as an Infant, an incredible mystery that you have to fill in the blanks yourself, which could be something someone wants-- but i personally like my characters a little more predefined in a game such as dragon age. vague history worked for me in games like skyrim and fallout new vegas, even baldurs gate! but makes me feel wholly disconnected from the story and group here.

there was a fair amount of dialogue choices for mourn watcher, especially with Emmrich-- talking with emmrich was one of the few times my rook felt like A Person-- but there were other times that my companions seemed to think emmrich was the only necromancer/watcher on the team. (i even specialized in death caller!)

by containing all the dialogue with companions to ! markers and outings, it's weird to be unable to have any conversations without being able to provide personal insight, whereas some NPCs in inquisition actively asked you about your past.

its particularly noticeable because of lucanis, whom my rook romanced. the dude has a lot to say about nevarran culture and the necropolis and such, and we can have zero conversations on the matter lol.

maybe this is like, really a mourn watcher thing? maybe it feels better as a crow or a warden. but if you offer me the choice to be a freak crawling around in a tomb. i am going to be.

TLDR: i really feel that a prequel mission, a recruitment by varric then a timeskip, a personal quest tied to the consequences of your backstory, something, anything, to make rook feel like an actual part of the world, was a necessity and sincerely a missed opportunity. if you actually read this far, thanks!

[gotmorelivesthanacat]

@ofescapesdeath

Be nice? Pfft, we both know that word isn't in my vocabulary. Just the thought of that makes me nauseous. Are you trying to make me sick, Dewey? {I aired out sarcastically. Okay, so in spite of what people may have thought about me, I wasn't a heartless bitch. I had my moments, yes, and I would do anything for a story... No matter who I had to step on along the way to get that story, but that fact aside, I did have a heart. One that beat just fine. I put off a tough exterior though as a means of protecting myself. I had my guards up, and very few people had the means to get past the wall I kept up to keep people out. Honestly, the only person I could think of that had that affect on me was Dewey. I had a soft spot for him} You already knew that fact about me though, so don't you worry you're wasting your breath by even saying it? {Flashing him a smirk. My eyes shifting into a roll though when we reached out destination and saw the parking lot flooded with news vans} No, Dewey, they aren't here because of me. I don't need to be a reporter to know word of that Ghost Face attack travels through small towns like this as quickly as a pick up truck epidemic does. {If he wanted to be snarky, I could too} Anyway, if you want me to stay back and let you handle it, then what am I allowed to do? Are you planning on having me wait in this clunker like a dog or something? Want me to do a pose for you or beg for a treat too? {Snark and banter. It's what Dewey and I did best}

Letting go shouldn’t be this hard.

@gotmorelivesthanacat 

Letting go shouldn’t be this hard. 

Adapting, adjusting that was the plan. Dewey always believed it was on the right side. That he was a survivor for a reason. Because he was born to protect Woodsboro. That the future was going to fall into his lap. He knew it was a long shot the idea that Gale Weathers and myself could work. I said it myself when I gave her the ring years, I told her there’s no idea, no telling if we last or we could fall apart. It didn’t necessarily mean our story was meaningless. Because there was never a day that I regretted being with Gale all our rocky roads, all the heartache. At the end of the day our relationship fizzled out. 

She was a writer, she the women that wanted the fame, she wanted to be seen telling the stories. And given each time we’d escaped death I couldn’t blame her. But for me being the town sheriff that’s all I was. I couldn’t provide the big house, the fences, the life outside of Woodsboro it wasn’t for me. Perhaps there was a sense of fear; the fear of being better; of there being more life to offer. I had scars from each stab, from each knife that prieced my skin, I escaped death more times than not. Yet I was the one that let her slip away. I remembered our last conversation; the night Gale packed her bags and left. We fought over the next job opportunity, she wanted to go to New York she had asked me to come with her, but when it came down to it; I didn’t think of the possibilities. I just said “ No, and if you leave don’t come back.” The second the words slipped out I knew the ache they’d cause. The regret the sorrow I still felt. But the damage was done; it had been a year or two since we last saw each other. Well that was a lie; since she saw me. Because I watched her show everyday; same time, I sat on my couch in my small trailer and I wore a smile seeing her shine, seeing her happy. 

I had retired, no one was as shocked as myself when I retired from the unit, when I had handed my badge in, but the force told me I had to. Why? Because I had stopped caring for the job, I had stopped being my best. I drank a lot more than I cared to admit; some would say I was barely scaling by now. But I was surviving. I was hidden in my trailer; no one came knocking on my door. That was until our newest attack, the myth; the haunted memories of ghostface; the murders they were repeating. The girl was okay thankfully; Tara Carpenter; she was a teen. But her sister came knocking on my door. I tried to say no; but somehow this life; the dreams I tried to shake kept urging me in. I told her my book; my news don’t trust the love interest. Did she listen? Who knows; and I pretended to walk away. To not care the sheriff had it handled; but that itch was begging to be scratched. And that’s why I stepped outside. I had pulled my truck against the curb; of the newest crime scene. My name was pulled through the mud; but the second I stepped outside; boot against the grass I saw her. 

Or the news van, was I surprised to see Gale here? No of course no. She always had the flare of being front and center, A small chuckle fell through my lips as I ducked my head down intending to cross paths with Hicks not Gale, besides I was sure I was the last person she cared to see. I tried to walk right by; boots skipping by fast and I heard Hicks utter “ Riley.” Here we go; I knew Gale heard because without looking I felt her gaze, her stare as if she wanted to watch my every move. 

Holding my breathe for this confrontation; but first I edged myself closer to Hicks as I asked the obvious “ Here we go again, WoodsBoro can’t win can we.” A low amusement to break the ice, but deep down I feared the outcome; a man can only outrun death so many times right?

[siribunbun]

no thoughts, only monsieur neuvillette (and fontaine)

[july-19th-club]

there's a guy who i dont work with but who works from my building as a consultant for a job-center type organization, and whenever he comes in he like. sets such a good example of patience, compassion, good manners, and...i dont know, gentleness that it makes me try harder not to be irritable or impatient with patrons. two totally different jobs, we never even speak unless he's asking for the stapler or we're saying hi and bye on his way in and out of the building, but every thursday good old boring average chris shows up to set up his laptop at one of our public tables and meet clients, and he's so goddamn nice i'm like okay i have to be nice too . so thanks chris

[attractthecrows]

retconning stroud out of the deep roads so i can shove laure amell and the hawke siblings and varric and anders all into the same little camp. they would all have such a bad time

[unproduciblesmackdown]

eddie bracken as orville wingait in summer stock (1950)