#ig i have to wait for a few hours to know what exactly happened

[iqmmir]

MAN.

[inkybloom-luv]

hi hi inky!! i hope youre doing well!!! i thought about my request and i decided to do something basic ^^ i hope asking for headcanons is okay? i didnt see any hc specific rules so UH IF!! YOU DONT WANT TO WRITE HCS DRABBLES ARE FINE!! WHICHEVER IS EASIER FO RYOU IM NOT PICKY!!!

im sure a lot of people can relate to this so yk,,, may i request azul (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) and trey with a significant other thats very reserved around new people (like clings to them during social events and group projects but is still capable of working on their own if that makes sense?) just overall someone who feels really safe with them!! and theyre super bubbly and teasing when theyre around but with everyone else theyre :I

I HOPE THIS MAKES SENSE?!?!? AND IF YOU DECIDE TO WRITE THSI REQUEST I HOPE YOU HAVE FUN!!! SUPER EXCITED TO SEE WHAT YOU WHIP UP EHEHEHEH and make sure youre drinking water and resting when you need to ^^ i will stop mothering you now just know that jamil loves u <3

Shy? Not quite

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Heyyyy I'm genuinely ashamed at how long this took me but ig I just needed better music?? Literally the second I put on the song I'm listening to rn it just came out like organized word vomit- anyway!!! HOPE YOU ENJOY I AM SO SORRY FOR THE WAIT

Characters; Trey Clover and Azul Ashengrotto

Content; Trey and Azul hc's with a S/O who is reserved around most others, especially in a social setting but bubbly and teasing around them

Gender neutral pronouns used!

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Trey Clover

• I feel like Trey knows how to deal with a S/O that behaves in such a way

• He has siblings and in a way that’s how they act. That means he, in a way, knows how to handle the situation, but that doesn’t mean he’s not surprised when they act like that the first time.

• He remembers that clearly, they were teasing, joking and laughing on their way to an event but how much they quieted down once there almost shocked him.

• Almost because his sibling mode kicked in. He didn’t even realise until he’d taken most of the attention off them actually

• He didn’t ask what exactly happened with them at the event but when they left and were sitting back at home he did.

• He felt happy when they were back to their usual self although the teasing did make him grin sheepishly.

• He felt even happier when he learned the true nature of that shift; the fact they felt so safe with him that they could be themselves. The teasing sure did always catch him slightly off guard though

• Expect your favourite treat the next day with a sweet note and perhaps a few extra bits of affect here and there throughout the day

Azul Ashengrotto

• On the outside you wouldn’t think Azul was all that affected by his S/O’s behaviour

• Oh how wrong you’d be because he was very much affected!!

• Not that he chose to show it mind you, but their behaviour sure threw his poor heart through a predator-filled tsunami

• Regardless of that his acting barely faltered at the event itself though he did shoot them quite a few more glances than usual, as he was actually worried they were not feeling well.

• He actually asked about half an hour to an hour into the event if they were alright due to their suddenly much cooler nature.

• They were handling tasks with others rather well but still he was worried, so it put them at ease when they said everything was alright.

• He told them to speak up should they be uncomfortable or not feeling well regardless though.

• Like Trey he also only asked once having left the event and in the privacy of his office.

• To say his heard sputtered and his cheeks grew red for long enough to be caught like that would be divulging secrets, but here we are anyway.

• He did catch himself but he now knew they felt safe with him, safe by his side.. and perhaps he’d recognise soon he feels the same way about you.

[dakotalun]

The Cabin | Eddie Munson

pairing: Eddie Munson X Fem Reader

summary: The older kids decide to take the weekend off and head down to Steve's parent's cabin.

warnings: none for this chapter, just some mutual pining

word count: 2k

a/n: Been thinking of this idea for years now and finally decided to put it down on paper, or screen ig.

*******NOT MY GIF, CREDIT TO OWNERS*******

Eddie’s POV

Steve has been planning this trip for weeks. I mean, I like the guy and all but he can go a little overboard with things. He has been trying to get us all to come down to his family’s lake house for what feels like forever. Just the older kids, Steve, Nancy, Robin, Jonathan, Y/N and I. He says it’ll be a weekend of games, drinking and fun. Which translated to normal language means, raiding his parents liquor cabinet, smoking some blunts and playing kiddie games like truth or dare, and never have I ever. Not that I mind, I’m just happy to be invited, even if I do have to do a shit ton of manual labor beforehand.

“Come on Eddie, it’s only gonna take a few hours,” Steve pleads with me over the phone.

“Dude exactly, a few hours. Do you know what I could be doing in those ‘few hours’?” I’m walking around the trailer trying to not explode my head off as Steve whines at me. 

“I don’t know, you’d probably get high and sleep, or some shit. Just come on! I really need your van.”

“Nope, not happening,” I plop down on the couch and open my tin lunchobox, ready to roll a joint, “I mean why do you need my van anyways, isn’t your car fine?”

Steve sighs over the phone, “Yes but it’s too small. I need help moving some stuff from my family’s storage locker to the lake house. You know that place you’ll be staying in for the next week!”

I finally get done rolling my joint and scour my tin for a lighter, if I’m gonna help Harrington with this I’ll be needing it, “Ugh fine, just let me get some shit first. I’ll be at yours in 20.”

“Fucking- thank you!” Before I can even say a snarky remark he hangs up.

I groan and throw my head back. I am so gonna regret this later.

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A few days later I’m with Steve at his house, getting the stuff for the trip finalized. We planned that since my van is bigger than Steve’s tiny ass BMW, I’d be taking all the bags and shit with one passenger and he’d take the other 3 and all the food.

“So I’ll take Nancy, Robin and Y/n. You take Jonathan,” Steve says throwing a bag of chips into a bag.

“Oh hell no. Why do you get all the girls?” “Um maybe because then they’d have to deal with you for 2 hours,” I pick up a pack of marshmallows and throw them at him, “Hey! Fine, take Y/n I don’t care just stop throwing my shit.”

“Thank you,” I walk over to him and sling an arm over his shoulder, “That wasn’t so hard was it big boy?” He pushes me off and I stumble back as the doorbell rings.

“I’ll get it, you finish packing the food.” I straighten my back and put my hand to my forehead like a soldier, “Aye aye Captain!” and solute him as he leaves the kitchen.

I hear him open the front door and the voices of Nancy and Robin. The three of them come back into the kitchen laughing at something Robin had said.

“Sup ladies.”

“Hey Eddie,” They say in unison before turning their attention back to Steve. Before I met them I would’ve thought that they didn’t like me or that they only pretended to be my friend out of pity, now that I know  them, I know that that’s not the case, they simply wanted to finish their conversation with Steve first.

“Hey hey!” The loud bang of the front door wakes me out of my daydream as Jonathan waltz’s into the room. Nancy gives him a quick kiss while he wraps his hand around her waist. 

“So we all reday to go? I can’t wait to go skinny dipping,” He gives Nancy a smirk and wink before he bursts out loud at his own stupidity.

“Yeah pretty much. I just gotta get y’all’s shit into my van and pick Y/n up and we’ll be good.”

“Great. I’ll help load the rest of the stuff into the cars,” Steve heads out of the house with Robin and Nancy’s bags, “Hey Nance and Rob could you put those last few food bags in my trunk please?” Steve yells halfway out of the door.

They both agree in unison before grabbing the bags and heading outside. I sit there for a minute just thinking about what this weekend might intell, firstly I have to spend 4 hours in my van with the girl I have a crush on and secondly, I have a whole week of being with her, and my other friends but this is the longest we’ve hangout together and it’s not like I can just hop in my van and drive away when I do something stupid. I shake my head and join my friends outside, shutting the front door on my way out.

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I pull up to Y/n’s house not even 5 minutes after calling her that I’m on the way. I see her parent’s cars in the driveway and pull up behind them. I jump out my van and rush to her door, maybe a little too eager to see her. I knock 3 times before the door is swinging open and I’m greeted with the big, bright smile that I like so much.

“Hey Eds! You got here quick, let me just grab my bags real quick, stay there,” She turns and her scent wafts in my face a little, she smells like vanilla and flowers. I wonder what she uses, vanilla shampoo and floral perfume? Maybe it’s in both, vanilla and flowers in body wash, shampoo, and perfume?! God what I would give to find out.

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Y/N’s POV

I leave the door open as I run into the living room to grab my bags. I try my best to conceal the blush rushing to my cheeks upon seeing Eddie. I've never seen him in a muscle tee before, and if I’m being honest he looks hot as hell.

I quickly say goodbye to my parents and head back to the foyer, I don’t wanna waste another second here. I close the front door behind me and I feel a hand on my duffel bag as I turn back towards Eddie.

“I’m just gonna put these with the others in the back, go ahead and get comfy in the car,” He walks off towards the van, unlocking the doors for me to hop in.

“Actually,” I grab my small backpack from him, “I’m gonna keep this one with me.”

“Alright,” He walks off towards the back of his van.

Once I get in the car I set my bag down at my feet, opening it to get out my blanket and book. Eddie rounds the corner of the car and hops in along side me, buckling his seatbelt before starting the engine.

“Did you really bring a blanket?” He give you a small smile at the thought that I’d be prepared with a blanket for this ride.

“Yes I did. It was my grandpa’s so I bring it with me on trips. Don’t judge me.” I scowl at him but then flash him a little smile back.

Eddie’s heart warms at the thought of me being so close to my grandparents that I keep their things even after they are gone, “Hey no judgement here,” He holds his hands up in mock surrender, “if I had stuff from my grandparents I’m sure I’d keep it too.”

I laugh a little and Eddie pulls out of my driveway beginning the long journey to Steve’s lake house.

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Roughly half an hour into the drive I start to get a little bored and hungry so I riffle around in my bag to find the cheez-its and book I packed. Upon finding them you pull your feet up on the chair and begin reading and eating your snacks. 

You’ve always loved road trips, especially in the summer, the way you can just let the windows down the warm air blowing in your hair cooling you down while also keeping you at a nice temperature. This was no different, other than it was with Eddie, not your parents. It felt good to be with Eddie listening to his music as it plays over the speakers and hearing his rings knock against the steering wheel as he taps along to the beat of the song.

You feel relaxed, and happy. A feeling you haven’t really felt much recently. School had become really stressful with all the college applications and decisions to be made. And then getting ready for all the AP exams you’d be taking in late April, then the actual finals for your classes, it was all just so stressful. So when Steve and Robin approached you about spending spring break away from the gloomy town of Hawkins, who were you to deny them.

You’re reading your book and can’t focus well because you feel eyes on you. You look up from your book and over at Eddie, who is just glancing back from the road to you with a questioning look on his face.

“What?” You ask turning your body towards him a little.

“Nothing,” He looks away, focusing solely on the road again.

“You wouldn’t be staring if it was nothing. So what is it?”

“I just dont get how you can read in a moving car? Like doesn’t it make you nauseous?”

“Uh no I guess not. I didn’t realize that this was a weird thing to do? Can you not read in a car?” You’re genuinely asking, wondering if you’re weird or not for being able to do this.

“Hell no, I get sick just being in the passengers seat,” He laughs a little at the weird way his body works, “I don’t know I guess it something about focusing on the road helps calm me,” He looks over at you for a second, taking in your position. Feet tucked under you, blanket thrown over your legs hanging low, book resting face down on your knee and cheez-its between your arm and the door. He has to admit you look cute like this, “I’ve just never met anyone who can read in a car. It’s pretty cool.”

“Thanks, I guess.” You smile at each other before Eddie resumes his focus on the road and you on your book.

Before you know it you’re passed out in the seat while your book dangles off the endle of the seat. Eddie notices that he needs more gas so as soon as he can he gets off the highway and heads to a station to fill up. While getting gas he notices how peaceful you look sleeping in his van, sure you may be laying a weird position but you look calm. Eddie gets back in the van but before pulling out of the gas station he takes your book, places in your bookmark and sets in down near your bag. He knows how much you’d hate if anything happened to it while you slept.

3 and a half long hours later you guys finally make it to the lake house, but you can’t see Steve’s car there. Eddie hops out of the van to give him a call quickly.

“Hey,” Eddie says through the speaker.

“Hey- No we are not stopping again! Get it together we aren’t that fucking far! Hey dude sorry I know we’re late but someone keeps insisting on us stopping for bathroom and snack breaks,” Eddie can hear the disdain in his buddy’s voice knowing exactly who the someone is.

“It’s no problem dude, just remind me what the code to get in is again, we can start getting everything set up while you get here.”

“Thanks dude. The code is 3957, just make sure to turn on the water and power too.”

“Sure thing, see you soon.”

“Bye- Rob I told yo-” And then the line goes dead. Eddie laughs a little to himself before putting his phone back in his pocket and heading to your side of the car.

[ohboycharlie]

THE ELEVATOR ଓ｡˚.CL16 (part3)

part1 and part2 pairing: charles leclerc x fem!reader summary: cupid takes the form of an elevator

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

"Oh hello there nice to see you again." I was trying so hard to resist the smile on my face when he said that because I was going to make him swallow back his words.

"Oh hi, I honestly did not know anyone else would be up at this ungodly hour so excuse my appearance." Yea, I TOTALLY did not know he was going to be awake. 23rd floor. "No no, no worries that's fine. Your apartment, your comfort right?" "Hahaha true that." 22nd floor. "Anyways what is your name btw if you don't mind me asking?" Yea sure as if I minded. "Not to be critical but I just met you twice and you already know what floor I live on so I don't want to endanger myself by telling you my name" 21st floor. "Ah, I see you are a true woman" TF. "Excuse me? Was that supposed to be a good thing?"

He knew he fucked up. "Oh god, I did not want it to come out that way it's just that you are careful like every woman and as you should but I am a nice person. No wait even the bad ones say that uh I am Charles btw." "I know. I see your face everywhere" 20th floor. BAM! The elevator rumbled and started making noises and then we stopped.

But before I could scream, Charles did the job for me. "oh merde ça se passe putain! oh god uhm ho paura di questa situazione esatta!" This bitch was stealing MY show. "Uhm okay first of all calm down ig? and second of all I understood nothing from what you said" He looked at me as if I just slapped him. "You don't understand the two languages spoken here?" He was speaking while hyperventilating but I still took offense. Before I could say anything he spoke up. "I said I'm scared of this exact situation. This has been my nightmare since I don't know how long."

This bitch did not just say that. I WAS SUPPOSED TO BE THE ONE NOT HIM. "If you knew about this nightmare, why would you take a flat this up? That makes no sense and also breath and have water here." He gulped down the entire bottle rather ungracefully. "I did not have a choice. Every other flat was taken." I did not know what to make of it so I looked up to the camera and just shook my hand near my neck as if to tell Maya the show was over. Fortunately, Charles was busy screaming for help. The elevator started in a few minutes and I could see he was more than eager to get off.

"I apologise for what you had to see, I am usually never like this" I had to say something to make things less awkward so I blurted out the first thing that came to my mind. "You drive fast cars for a living which has a very high chance of crashing yet you are like this just because the elevator got stuck?" 19th floor. "Hey, Tom Holland played Spider-Man yet he is terrified of spiders." He made a good point so I just nodded along. It was insanely silent for the next three floors and I had never wished for the ground to open up and swallow me more.

"So...where do you work?" "Uhm here and there." The way his eyebrows rose was a clear question itself yet he decided to voice it out. "Why aren't you telling me the exact place?" 15th floor. "Dude, I did not tell you my name, what makes you think I would tell you where I work? Give me one good reason not to be cautious of you." I knew I made a good point when he hesitated to answer. "Uhm maybe because everyone knows me and if anything were to happen to you, my reputation would be, what's the word for gâté in English? uh, I don't know my reputation would go bad so why would I risk it?" 14th floor. "Exactly. Everyone knows you and loves you. They would never question you. So leave it. Let's just be elevator buddies." "But isn't this friendship a bit one-sided? I know nothing about you yet you know everything about me."

What a conceited little bitch. "Charles Leclerc is your name and you drive for Ferrari in a Formula 1 car. That is all I know about you. I honestly do not have the time to keep up with F1 gossip and does that mean whatever the media puts, is true about you?" 13th floor. "That is still more than what I know about you!" "Well then remember me as the mystery elevator girl." I shrugged. "Sure okay." It was again silent until the 8th floor when my phone rang. I didn't know the signal reached inside. It was Maya and I knew it must have been important for she would never call me in that situation. "Hello?" "Dude the guy, he recognised Charles and is not threatening to call the police." "WHAT THE FUCK. HOW" "I don't know, I told him I paid a hefty amount and that he should just shut up but you know what he said? He said prenez votre argent, I am going." "Girl you know I do not understand French" 7th floor.

"He said he doesn't want the money." "Stop him somehow I don't know. Maya, we can be in real trouble please." "I'll see what I can do" I cut the call knowing Charles heard every second of it. His face was filled with concern as I turned around. "Is everything alright?" How could I tell him he was going to be the reason I would be in jail. "Yea yea, everything is fine just a work-related issue. Nothing serious." I could see he knew I was lying but he didn't press the issue further.

Finally, the elevator opened and we parted ways with a bye. I immediately turned around and went up to my house again so that the guy could not run away. As soon as I reached I knew I couldn't alert the person that someone was coming so I had to open the door with my keys but the thing was, I could not find my keys. As I was struggling to open the door for a good 5 minutes, I heard the elevator opening. Oh god no no no no don't be him please please but I knew my prayers were for nothing when I heard his scream. "YOU!?"

[suenitos]

A point for point summary of dream's drituation talk from 11/10/2023 stream under the cut

(disclaimer: this is not a transcript. a lot of this is taken from his words, but with some clarifying wording from me and some shifting i did of certain points he made to create a more structured and detailed summary. i recommend watching the vod to hear it from his voice and his wording because there are some details i left out, but this is basically what he said if you dont feel comfortable approaching the topic through audio.)

1. he didnt groom her. there's lots of complications in talking about it because its a very intense/serious thing to accuse someone of.

2. it's very scary to talk about for him because its such a real issue and anything you say in defense can devalue other victims from having their voices heard. but, she is a liar, and manipulated the situation. its scary for him to say that because it can devalue victims and come across as accusatory

3. because people made accusations of this sort to other people close to him (sapnap, bad) he was the first person to jump to their defense so he had to handle this very differently as the one in the hot seat. he told people not to publicly jump to his defense.

4. because she did not end up going to the police/legal route, suing her to prove he didnt send her any messages on snap or IG at all would be very difficult. defamation is insanely hard to prove because it involves having to prove the person you're suing is lying, lying on purpose, and with malicious intent.

5. for first few months, lawyers told him to wait and just countersue if she did go through suing, and sit tight. nothing moved at all from her side, so nothing ended up happening. he feels more comfortable to talk about it because enough time has passed and she has done nothing to go forward with her accusations. on her end, she only proved he messaged her privately but did not provide strong evidence of grooming. deleted messages of her own, apparently had a bf and fake accounts he doesnt really know exactly what happened

6. timing thing- he has to think of public opinion and his reputation because unfortunately a lot of this hinges on his reputation as dream. him and his lawyers had to think about the "strategy" of talking about it with timing, and he was busy with other stuff, and now that he's becoming more active again content wise he feels it's appropriate to address it.

7. plans to make a video on dreamxd in the future to talk about it

more details:

-he downloaded snapchat data to reveal that she doctored stuff, he questions her choice to not do that in order to prove her accusations

-didnt know she was a stan (which he admits sounds ridiculous), deleted the whole chat from instagram multiple times (swiped out of inbox, but until you block someone on instagram the messages stay forever). chatted about music and only had friendly messages becuase he thought she wasnt as big a fan/wanting to get into streaming because she asked him about that

-he has 3 snaps: priv priv snapchat (close friends family), private public snapchat (mod team, editors, old irls, csgo lobbies etc) <- the one she was on, the Public snapchat (that everyone can add him on, dreampublic)

questions from chat:

-why did you add her on snapchat? talking about music, wanted opinions outside of friends, and wanted to share on snap (deletes messages after 24 hours because she could leak it from ig and he didn't trust her)

-but she was a fan? didnt think she was that big a fan, also he tried to get her out of the inbox many times. assumed she was a small cc or a fan but not a stan

-why on personal snap? WASNT personal snap, it was front facing but it wasnt his public public one

-sexting: he thought she was 18 which doesnt really matter BECAUSE nothing he "wanted" from her was sexual. he never sexted her, her story takes place during the faceless era and that he added her on snap and then a week and a half of "talking" sent her a dick pic

-what proof does he have to show dishonesty: timeframes, intentions, snap data, transcripts of IG dms, she deleted a lot of messages that made her look weird that were showed in her video

-gift cards: grooming often involves gift giving and this is something people weaponized against him because he gave her a gift card as she said it was her birthday. she had said it was her birthday and he gave her one (he gave a gift cards to his mods etc for christmas and had a lot left over), not grooming just him being nice

-the meetup: the only person he met up with while faceless was sapnap, he didnt meet up with anyone during that era

-bikini comment: (apparently) he said she was gorgeous after she sent him a picture of her in a bikini when she was 18. he said saying that compliment probably wasnt far fetched from him but that message wasnt there on snap data, proving he didnt say it. he also thinks given the fact he is a massive figure who was faceless this entire time that it makes no sense for him to be so careless about who he's meeting up with or messaging and he always has to be careful about how he approaches messaging people who are under 18 or who he doesnt know. considering he had never even showed one of his best friends his face before meeting up with him, it makes no sense that he would be so risky about being "intimate" with someone he isn't that close with.

final comments:

-it affected him more than anyone knows. he was a victim in a situation but he doesnt want to victimize himself. he cares more about actual survivors and he wants to be respectful of that and be careful of what he says because it could come across as harmful or triggering to survivors

-there are factors of this situation that are out of his control like her (she can just say "believe victims" and people will be quicker to jump to her defense due to her positionality), and he wants this to die off as much as possible. he's talking about this against the advice of his management but as dream it's never going to die down so might as well talk about it.

-he understands as a controversial and flawed figure, the only way to convince people and get through to people is through compassion when people are spreading misinformation or malicious information against dream -> then he moved on to a conversation about general misinformation and how he thinks we as an audience can help mitigate toxicity and increase compassion and kindness from the community

reiterating this again: this is not the only time he's talking about this. he plans to make a video on dreamxd providing more concrete proof and actually going into depth more than this stream.

[kaleidoscopic-quiddity]

ok wait now i wanna talk abt weird/interesting things from my experience getting top surgery. ive seen other ppl talk abt some of these things b4 but not all of em

i thought my surgeon was gonna do the incision, like, underneath the curve of my tiddies?? he ended up kinda slicing thru the middle of them, so my scars run over the middle of my pecs, not underneath them

speaking of; ig my pecs are more developed than i thought since my chest isnt like perfectly flat but rather both my pecs have a layer of fat/flesh on them and i can feel the muscle underneath

also the dip/space inbetween from when i had tiddies looks p much exactly the same, my surgeon said sometimes it ends up buldging out and a revision is needed but thankfully that didnt happen to me

the discharge nurse let me know afterwards that my tits were 11 kilograms (right 6kg and left 5kg) like no fucking wonder i have back pain at the tender age of 19

so yknow how pain raises ur body temp and makes u sweat?? immediately upon waking up i was so warm and damp i told a nurse id soiled myself and needed a change of underwear, i hadnt! i was just really fucking sweaty lol

i also threw up twice after waking up (fortunately into containers both times), turns out anesthetic doesnt agree w/ me, also it was like a dark bottle green?? since id been fasting from the night b4 ig i was bringing up nothing but bile

pre-surgery they cldnt get the IV in my left hand and had to switch to my right and ig that made my heart rate pick up bc one of the asistants immediately came by my head and talked to me to calm me down, he was rlly nice :)

im p sure i conked out within seconds of them getting the IV in and starting up the anesthetic too, none of that 'count back from 10' shit, i took like 2 and a half deep breathes and was OUT

from a combination of the iodine and natural swelling/bruising my chest looked REALLY yellow for like 3 weeks after surgery

i got sent home the same day i got my surgery, they keep some ppl over night if theres complications but apparantly i was all good to go after resting in the post-op ward for few hours

speaking of, i woke up, puked, got some water, dicked around on tumblr, called my mum, took an 'i lived bitch' selfie, slept for a few hours, woke up, went on tumblr again, got dressed w/ some help from a nurse, pissed (by myself, woo!), and then got discharged

my scars are uneven! my left incision goes further under my armpit than my right one, and my scars vary in thickness, it actually looks kinda like ive got two scars on my left side bc it thins out so much in the middle for a few milimeters

my nipples are also a lil uneven and they ended up puckering up as they healed so i kinda looks like ive always got stiff nips oops, also theyre more brown than pink

apparantly that might be bc they took the nipple graft from my areaola bc they werent able to graft the actual nipple, idk ¯_(ツ)_/¯, obvi it doesnt look perfectly like a cis guy's nipples but i knew the chances of achieving that were relatively small + p dependent on how i healed so like im not too bothered by it

my surgeon used dissolvable stitches and one of em ended up poking out thru my scar a lil b4 it disolved, which was weird

showering w/ a plastic sandwich bag duct taped to ur chest so u dont get ur scars and nips wet is An Experience TM i'll tell u that

my scars stretched!! it happens!! esp if u raise ur arms, which u will inevitably have to do eventually, idk if they'll ever fade on their own or if i'll need scar revision treatment in the future but fortunately they didnt go keloid

my surgeon used what he called crosshatched stitching rather than drains so that saved me a lot of discomfort, i DID get a slight build up of like, i think around 40ish mls of fluid in my left side a few weeks after surgery, but my surgeon dealt w/ it by p much just poking it w/ a syringe and draining it out lol

which i didnt even feel him do at the time bc of the nerve damage lmao, which was weird asf since i could very much SEE him sticking the needle in but couldnt feel it at all

i regained my mobility like, straight away?? my surgeon said bc im young + relatively healthy it was likely that id bounce back from surgery quick but like,, i had none of the exhaustion, pain, or immobility ive seen ppl describe??

i couldnt lift my arms very high for a while obvi but like i was fine dressing myself and even washing my own hair if i just leaned over

having to sleep upright for a few weeks after surgery was v annoying since i usually rotate like a shawarma trying to find a comfy sleeping position

the post-op chest binder was sensory hell bc it was scratchy and it kept slipping down my back since it had no shoulder straps, also i accidentally bruised my ribs a lil bit by wearing it too tight oops, the fuckin relief i felt when they told me i cld stop wearing it

the post-op 'please wear these at all times so u dont get thrombosis' socks were p comfy tho, idk why they didnt cover my toes tho

regaining the sensation around ur scars is weird! my right side's been completely fine but ig bc my left scar is thicker + longer ive been getting some pain n tightness, its not a persistent issue or anything but its just kind weird bc ive never had any surgeries or major injuries to heal from before this one

u will have to get ur boobs felt up and examined probaby multiple times b4 surgery, this will feel very different from touching ur own boobs and, in my case, was ticklish??

my posture has improved somewhat since getting top surgey, what not having 11kg of weight hanging off ur chest and compressing it in towards ur ribs/spine for roughly 9 hours a day will do to a mf ig

[mangoposts]

also i actually had the worst day of my entire life today so im gonna share 😻😻 a few weeks ago i went to this st. patrick’s day party and long story short my friend hooked up with a guy and i hooked up with a guy and by the end of the night we ended up finding out they were friends. AND LET ME TELLL UUUUU… the guy who i hooked up with was so sexxxxyyyy. or so my black out drunk brain thought he was. when i opened his snap the day after the party i was in for a quite a shocker 😋😋. it’s not that he’s ugly he just looked better at the party when i was drunk and the lights were low. like he’s cute ig but i could have sworn he looked like a blessing from heaven sent straight for me that night. like idk why but i just remember i was crying in the bathroom to my friend bc of how hot he was. anyways he kept asking for a two man since my friend already hooked up with his friend but i would always come up with an excuse bc i did nawt wanna hook up with that man again. fast foward to tonight, i was driving my friend home at like 9 and she starts screaming so i was like wtf and she goes i just got us a two man. and i immediately knew exactly who she was talking about. i told her there is no way im doing that but she’s already in my car so what can i do yk. so she tells me that he wants us to go to his house but i was like u literally have to be home in 30 minutes and he lives an hour away so how would that even work. so then she was like i’ll ask my mom for more time and her mom was like 10 but she was like 10:30 so they compromised for 10:15. but i was like that still isn’t enough time to do anything and then she goes they’re gonna meet us halfway. so guess where halfway was. the fucking street parking right in front of LMU. so we are literally just sitting in my car parked in front of LMU waiting for them to come. they finally come at 10 but i’m asking my friend wtf she thinks is gonna happen in like 5 minutes bc i still have to get her home by 10:15 and all she says is don’t worry about it and jumps out of my car to go see the guys. they talk for a minute on the corner and then she and the guy she hooked up with start walking in the other direction and the guy i hooked up with starts walking towards my car. he gets in the passenger seat and is just staring at me. and mina oml. it’s so fucking awkward. so finally he’s like should we get in the back and i was just like yea bc i didn’t know where my friend went and how long they would be gone and idk how much more of the silence i could take. we get in the back and start kissing but i keep pulling away like every 2 minutes bc i was just not in the mood for the surprise two man. especially not with this man. also i turned my car off so there’s no music and i quite literally have my body as far away from his as i could possibly have it. after like 20 minutes he’s like do u want me to get out and as much as i wanted to say yes i felt rlly bad for the way i was acting so i just said i was worried where my friend went bc it’s now 10:30 and i was supposed to have her home and her phone is in my car so i can’t call her. he’s just like oh i get it and we just end up talking. when it becomes 11 i was like do u think we should get out and look for them and he’s like yea so we start walking around and we see them making out on the corner. that was actually my final straw. i just walked to my car bc i couldnt deal with any bullshit anymore lmao. my friend finally comes back to my car and she’s all giddy and shit and i’m just like i’m glad ur smiling bc im definitely not. so then she goes to check her phone and she has like 30 missed calls from her parents bc it’s now like 11:30. and so she’s rushing me to get her home now bc her parents are hella pissed. like bitch. ik u aren’t rushing me. anyways now idk what to do bc i feel so bad for acting that way towards the guy but i also don’t know if i should apologize. anyways tell me ur thoughts or whatever 😻😻😻

-🐒

WOWWWWWWW UR FRIEND IS A DAWWWWGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG i would literally buy her an uber and drive home myself i cannot believe that Lmaoooooo but i meannnn if you don’t like the guy you can’t force it, there’s really no need to apologize nothing went wrong 🤷🏻‍♀️ You could just tell him you couldn’t focus because you were worried and ghost him after that like he doesn’t seem that serious

Ur friend is so strange though if i was responsible for her whereabouts id straight up call her mother myself and be like heyyyy yes i have ur kid but im going HOME❤️ I do not play like that

[frenchie-fallen-angel]

I'm pretty sure GMM and other entertainment companies wouldn't last long if they had to handle french young artists

I believe Endemol is really trying to make the first generation of french-pop idols with the Star Academy 2023's cast (which is working seeing the size of their respective FC and the streams on music platforms). It's just that those idiots forgot that those "kids" are French tho (I know Héléna is Belgian but that's not the point). So when they packed their schedule, added tour dates and even create a new show following them during the tour's rehearsals, ofc they rebelled against the company.

FYI, they didn't plan to pay the cast more if they were followed by cameras all day long during the tour (There are 75 tour dates for now, could be more later on, this is so fucking long!). So when they learned about this "Quotidienne" ofc the artists got angry. I'm so thankful for Axel tho, because this boy isn't scared of anything. He leaded the rebellious movement, and made himself the delegate of the group. He explained that they won't do it, wnet on strike so Endemol had to announce the cancelation of the "quotidienne" show. Endemol CEO even talked to him face to face but he didn't budge. He is the personification of stubborness ahah. He made the CEO cancel a show that would have made so much profit this is crazy. Anyway, Candice making vlogs each week on her youtube chanel still let us see their rehearsals, but on their (the artists) terms, which is so much better.

Creating idols but making the beginner's mistake to not protect them enough (They have bodyguards now but they should have had them from the beginning). Crazy fans followed Pierre and Julien's taxi after their Schedule at "Quotidien" (not the same show as earlier they are just uncreative in the names) and attacking it, trying to open their doors at the red light ?! this shouldn't have happened...We also saw Pierre arguing with his bodyguard recently during a meet and greet after a concert. Pierre being the most soft spoken and composed of the group, idk what happened exactly but clearly, even him won't let the company go away with everything. Let's not forget that Endemol made him record his first single in one night after his victory, and then schedule him a fully packed promotion day the next day, with only a few hours of sleep.

The single that everyone already knew by heart, they changed the music arrangements. Creating haters that directly attacked Pierre. This sweetheart made a IG story to apologize when he had nothing to do with this mess?! They post it on the wrong youtube channel, then made an acoustic version with an MV, and then another version with only the lyrics while telling us to wait for the MV?! This is splitting the views on all platforms by 4 ... they are handling it so badly! (IDK if it's Endemol's or Sony's fault this time but come on) I don't want to hear anyone complain about GMMTV/Riser 's social network management because Endemol is so bad at it! This is a miracle that Pierre broke the record of viewing in less that 24h for a french-pop song.

Let's not talk about Axel's and Julien's singles... they didn't have a word to say on the music and lyrics and it's so bad... it sound like old french songs, not recent French-pop, this is killing their career before it even begun.

The shipping they created between Héléna and Pierre going too far, even tho both of them said multiple times that they were like siblings... And also the difference of treatment by the journalist between them. Always asking questions about Pierre to Héléna when you should be talking about her own single and her cameo in Molière but no let's talk about your situation ship with the nation's sweetheart. I'm so angry.

I love to see new blood in french-pop but this is scary. Thankfully those kid know how to stand up for themselves to avoid burn-out.

[f1-birb]

I love people drawing conclusions from a TIRE TEST. (Like, one of the first things the commentators told you guys during the televised FP2 tire test sessions was that these times meant nothing. That was one of the first things Chris Medland told you guys before posting times on Twitter). I have already seen the "So, when will people start calling for Lando's seat?" and "Lando only spun because he's feeling the pressure of Piastri." and "Lando's about to get humbled by a rookie." comments on Twitter and I'm just like besties ... we know nothing about fuel loads, we know nothing about what tire compound each time was set on. Truthfully the only thing we could make assumptions based upon is track evolution for drivers who set their fastest lap later. Considering Lando set his fastest lap before I even went to sleep about 6 hours ago, whereas quite a few drivers seemed to have improved since then (Oscar himself, Sargeant, De Vries, Doohan, etc.), and drivers even aside from Lando who we know are talented who also set their fastest laps before I went to sleep and didn't improve (George, Bottas) (who are both behind most of the rookies and young drivers who tested today. Hamilton as well. I assume we're going to start calling a 7 time WDC talentless and demanding his seat over a tire test as well?), I think people are wild for drawing conclusions based upon this. And we're criticizing him for spinning ... during a tire test ... where they're testing completely NEW tires? (My first thought was it's better than having a moment in the pits and nearly crashing there, sorry Lando ily), but I guess Alonso is also talentless since he had a moment as well? Also find it very weird how Lando is the only one getting any hate from this. I thought maybe getting away from Dan Stans, he could finally breathe without someone belittling his talent, but I suppose not (though to be truthful, after following McLaren pages this long, I had a feeling this would happen when they stuck with the Aussies (also not to generalize ALL Aussies, some I've met through F1 are super cool, but quite a few of the ones I've encountered on McLaren's IG/FB/Reddit/etc. are super toxic too). This isn't anti-Piastri either. I went to sleep GLAD that he was already seemingly meshing with the car and getting closer to Lando times, but these responses from his fans aren't it, especially when basically every McLaren/Lando fan I know has been excited for him and even HOPING he does well so one driver alone wasn't depended upon for most of the points. He could come into next year and beat the socks off Lando and I wouldn't be bitter towards him, but you can bet I'll call out any shitty fans. (But who knows? Maybe they should keep being shitty and toxic. We saw how that seemed to motivate and push him even more when everyone was saying Dan would ruin his career and send him to FE 🤷🏻‍♀️).

I feel all of this, and it's exactly why I don't look at the comments on instagram and why I don't have Twitter nor will I get it

From what I've seen, most people who slate this sort of stuff don't even watch races, they watched DTS and now want drama. I was talking to someone at a work thing about F1 and they couldn't even tell me who'd won the weekend before (literally 3 days earlier) because they didn't watch it, they just liked DTS.... so another reason I ignore that kind of shit

We all know tyre tests don't mean shit, especially when they're not comparing like for like since Lando was testing the 23 tyres and Oscar was using the 22 tyres, and the other thing is even if they did mean anything it doesn't matter because they're the old cars. I can't wait to see the back of the MCL36 and judging from a couple of pics of Lando neither can he

Lando just gets under people's skin because they can't handle the fact they're wrong about him. It's literally that simple to me. All the pay driver comments and insults and accusations he's had priority or preference at the detriment of his teammate are all easily disproven because there's overwhelming evidence of his great performance through the lower Formulas, by the fact he won the McLaren drive and they loved him, by comments made by Fernando Alonso after the Daytona 24 (and my fave insta comment 'Bravo Landito'). And more importantly by the fact other teams want him - Horner literally came out and said recently they've tried to nab him on several occasions but he just keeps signing on to keep repping papaya, plus the fact that last year the team principals rated him 3rd in the top 10 drivers of the 2021 season, only behind Max and Lewis (aka the two fighting at the top for WDC last year...)

As for the Dan stans, we were never getting rid of them, they seem unable to help themselves from making comments (and of course this isn't all Daniel fans you know exactly who I'm talking about) but I had hoped for better from Oscar's fans (again, a handful and not the majority but you know what I mean). Especially when I haven't seen a single McLaren or Lando fan say a word against Oscar because the main thing we want is for Lando to not HAVE to carry the team on his back (*cough* 76% of the team's points Lando brought in *cough*) for another season

The fact these people saying about Lando's seat seem to forget Lando was offered one of the longest contracts aside from Max because McLaren know how good he is (*stares at Imola podium won in a fucking tractor and then at the overtake montage from COTA despite having lost the front left fairing*) and don't want him stolen from them, but yeah sure Oscar's absolutely gonna make McLaren sack him over times from tyre testing when Oscar was running the young driver testing which is a completely different thing 🙄

[thenugking]

23-28 for Eiryn?

23. What are 2-3 songs that your Tav would relate to?

Into the Unknown from Frozen. I’ve been waiting so long for a character I can make Into the Unknown music videos in my head for and I wasn’t expecting it to be Eiryn, but a few hours into playing her she informs me she was actually an adventurer before getting badly injured and recovering in the Druid Grove and falling in love with Kagha and being persuaded to stay in this place where she is very safe and totally happy she swears and in the healthiest of relationships for sure. Sometimes a tadpole is just what you need to let you break free of insecurity and toxic relationships ig.

Trees - The Oh Hellos. This one just happened to come on via shuffle when I was planning out Eiryn/Karlach conversations the other day and it’s so very them. Again, Eiryn’s self-esteem has been ground into the dirt at the start of the game and she believes she’s just gonna get hurt again if she goes out Adventuring. And then she does it, and all the joy and excitement comes rushing back. Karlach ofc isn’t in exactly the same situation, but I think she’d vibe with the song too. And they know their relationship is gonna end in tragedy, but that doesn’t mean they’re not going to have a wonderful time together before that.

Something Wild - Lindsey Stirling and Andrew McMahon. This one I assigned as an Eiryn Song while making her. It’s now Less Accurate than I thought it would be, because I thought Eiryn was gonna happily go back home to the druid grove at the end of the game, but no she fucking hates that place and doesn’t actually have anywhere she really considers Home. Home is her party now I guess, she’s here for them forever.

24. What first impression does your Tav give off to strangers?

Sweet, and kind of a pushover. And a druid, ofc, because she’s living all those druid stereotypes of being unable to shut up about the wonders of nature for more than five minutes and wearing brown and green Only. So all in all, a fairly accurate impression (although she’s becoming Less of a pushover.)

25. How does your Tav feel about what others think of them?

She wants approval, but even before the start of the game, she’s approaching boiling point on “Can everyone else please stop telling me who I’m supposed to be and how to live my life?” I think as the game goes on, she still wants to be liked, but is less willing to change to get that. Yeah, it’s anxiety inducing when Astarion or Lae’zel or Minthara goes “why the fuck would you be nice to someone you dumb shit?” but the answer is to be aggressively nice and patient with them until they do like her, rather than make the terrible decisions they want her to make.

26. Does your Tav have a treasured item with them? If yes, what is it and why is it special? If no, how do they feel about item sentimentality in general?

Not really, I think she picks up leaves and acorns and things a lot and carries them round for a short while, but she’s a druid; she accepts that the pretty things are gonna wither away and die and make way for new pretty things. She’s not against item sentimentality, but feels hanging onto any Object too hard can be dangerous.

27. How does your Tav feel about giving and receiving orders?

She considers herself much more of a follower than a leader. But someone’s gotta lead the party and what’s she supposed to do?? Leave that to the angry githyanki kid or the smug wizard??? Wizards suck, Eiryn’s not doing that. She’s just… temporarily leading the party and making sure they’re on the right track because she sort of knows the area.

(That said, when Halsin, her boss of several years joins, her self-esteem fucking plummets. She’s much more likely to defer to him, until Karlach points out what she’s doing and how it’s bad for her, and Eiryn finally asks him to leave.)

28. How well does your Tav function under pressure?

Again, better than she thought she did! Living in the grove, she was doing badly under the pressure of Being Around Kagha, which led to, “Well obviously she’s right and I can’t function in the outside world if this is what I’m like here.” Actually it turns out that fighting Mindflayers and murder cultists is a lot less pressure than telling your abusive ex to chill the fuck out for once.

[httpiastri]

let's knock everyone's hats off – dr3

genre: ?? angst???

pairing: female reader x daniel ricciardo

warnings: mentions of alcohol ig

requested?: no

author's note: inspired by an episode of gilmore girls! idk how i feel about this one, i've been feeling weird today so i haven't really been able to write a lot. hope u enjoy tho!

f1 masterlist

you don't want to be here. you really don't want to be here.

parties are something you can usually handle, especially when you have your boyfriend attached to your hip, but there is just something about walking into the club right now that feels unusually wrong. likely, it's because of how your day has gone.

everything has been wrong today. your pants ripped right as you were about to leave the house in the morning, the change of clothes leading to your late arrival at work. once you arrived, most of your tasks went wrong, and you got yelled at by your boss for what felt like hours.

and to top it all off, you got more hate comments than usual on your latest instagram post, all because people have a problem realizing that their favorite celebrities can have lovers that aren't themselves.

it's annoying enough to go to a party when you're in a bad mood, but having to cut the extremely long line just to try to convince the bouncer that you're the +1 of an extremely well-known formula one driver who, ironically enough, just wouldn't answer his phone? not exactly your idea of fun.

luckily, max happens to walk by just then and you get his attention. when the famous world champion confirms that you are in fact daniel's girlfriend, the bouncer has a hard time arguing for keeping you out.

once you're in, max points you over to a booth to your right with a pat on your shoulder before running off somewhere. you thank him and make your way over to where he showed you, only stopping every once in a while to say "hi" to someone you barely know or flash a fake smile here and there.

daniel isn't sitting alone – he's right next to a gorgeous blonde, someone who's likely a top model of some sort – and it only helps build up the frustration inside of you. when his eyes spot you in the crowd, his smile grows and he sits up more straight. "hey babe," he almost yells when you're within hearing range. he stands up to give you a kiss, but you tilt your head so his lips land on your cheek instead of your lips. he frowns for a moment but he doesn't want to make a scene, so he puts his smile back on instead. "this is amalia," he points at the model. "amalia, this is my girlfriend."

you nod and give her a slight smile, not wanting to seem rude. then you look back at daniel. "can we talk?"

his eyes widen slightly but he nods. he waves goodbye to amalia before placing a hand on your lower back, leading the way to a quieter area of the club. "what's up?"

"i was calling you earlier. i've been outside waiting, the bouncer wouldn't let me in." your voice is curt and daniel instantly fishes up his phone from the back of his pants.

"oh shit, i'm sorry," he says when he sees the missed calls. "i don't have my signal on, and i was talking to some people-"

"do you even want me here?"

his eyebrows furrow. "darling, i invited you here."

the music is so loud that the pounding in your head reaches new heights. the smell of booze doesn't exactly help calm your senses, either. "i just thought that maybe you'd want to keep talking to amalia."

you've never been the jealous type, so daniel is surprised but he answers quickly. "i was talking to her and her husband, james. we're old friends from high school. i can show you pictures of their kids? they have an adorable one-year-old-" he interrupts himself, not wanting to go overboard and get irritated too when your irritation was enough to cover the both of you. enough to cover the entire room, probably.

daniel looks around and finds a back door just a few meters away. he grabs your hand and takes you with him outside, away from the music, the excessive amounts of alcohol and all of the annoyingly happy people.

"i don't wanna be here," you start, letting a deep breath of fresh air fill your lungs. "i wanna do something."

"okay, let's leave! let's go somewhere else, let's..." he looks into the air, trying to think of something. "let's get something to eat, or let's do some shots, or-"

"i don't feel like drinking."

"then let's not drink. we'll do something else." he looks back at you. "just name it."

"i wanna do something special. something crazy." daniel raises an eyebrow but doesn't say anything, merely watching you gather your words. "i want to knock everyone's hats off."

daniel begins to grin and he takes your hand in his. "then let's knock everyone's hats off, love."

[amakumos]

the thing is i feel so stupid still going on about it bc … theres no update theres still nothing 😭😭😭

and p much all of my friends have gotten to the point where it’s like ‘he’s stupid !!! his loss !!! fuck him u deserve better ❗️’ like girl i even told one of the teachers who was on the trip that he’s still not replied and she was like ‘maybe it’s time to get over him’ 😭😭 so thats why i dont wanna go back ranting to my friends bc they’ll just be like ‘he wasn’t worth it anyway stop thinking abt him’ 🥲

and i know ‘getting over him’ sounds a bit silly bc there wasn’t much there to get over in the first place but ig i have been ‘getting over him’ in the sense that i’ve been feeling way better this past week than i was before and i’m not thinking abt him as much or checking his insta as much anymore (i still checked if he was in my recent story views tho and 🙃 he wasn’t ofc)

but idk yesterday randomly a wave of … idk what feeling but the FEELS just hit me yesterday and i was like dang :/ do i actually want him to reply or do i just miss being able to talk abt him and theorise about him to my friends 😭

bc at this point idek if i would even want a reply??? like i had to ask myself is it a crush or was it just a holiday fling (if u can even call it that bc barely anything happened 😭)

i can’t even answer that question bc yes i did find him attractive and charming in the few minutes i spoke to him and the maybe,,, six hours i saw him for?? so i barely know him enough to even crush on him but at the same time not just any guy would affect me this much if u get what im saying? like if i didnt have some sort of interest/feelings i wouldn’t be this bothered by it yk?

i just can’t afford to be stressed over a boy when i have exams coming up so if, by some miracle, he did reply… there’s a chance that reply comes during my exam season and idk how i’d even begin to deal with that 🥲 like as of right now it’s not too bad, i can concentrate on college just fine bc there’s nothing from him but if there WAS a response my brain would be absolutely frazzled 🫠

this was a lot longer than i anticipated i am so sorry but ty for letting me get this out 😭🫶🏼

i Literally understand EXACTLY how u feel rn bc i did not get one last chance to shoot my shot at lulu guy bc he wasn’t here today ☹️ and i feel like . when someone shows that they might be a little into you i think it’s normal that we overthink it quite a lot ?? i think you might just wanna get to know him a bit better because like you said nothing rlly happened ,, and maybe ure disappointed that u think that u don’t rlly have a chance to get to know him better ??? (at least that is me with the lulu guy .. and i still don’t know his name LMFAOOOO) but i think it’s normal to want a reply or wanna talk more if someone leaves a rlly strong and lasting impression on you !! and maybe u want a reply cuz u want some sort of closure cuz it all ended sort of abruptly??? i don’t know exactly everything abt it but if i met some guy and we were kinda talking and it all stopped out of the blue i would want some sort of response to tell me to not keep having false hope ?? i think that’s better than being ghosted tbh ,,, like i’ll be sad for a bit but then it’s easier to get over it bc ure not waiting for anything else to happen ?? and if there was a response from him tbh i would make him wait (considering how long he made you wait) but i feel like it’s probably best to not hold out hope (IM SORRY IF THATS UPSETTING) but if he replies then great! and if he doesn’t then that’s okay cuz it’s his loss anyways <3

[nucleo-bang-tan]

MAFIA SUGAR DADDY TAE SMUT I BEG YOU🥴🥴🥴

(In) Dependent (KTH Oneshot)

Pairing/s: Rich Mafia!Taehyung X Female!Reader

Genre: Smut, lil' angst

Rating: 18+ Sexual Themes

Warnings: unprotected sex (reader is on the pill), slight tit play, sadist!Taehyung, dom! Taehyung, daddy kink, oral sex (both receiving), PWP basically, reader quitting her job, toxic relationship based on my opinion 🤷🏻‍♀️, shitty ass writing, and ig that's it, unedited.

Word Count: 2.1k

Sorry @thvhoe if this wasn't what you wanted, not exactly a sugar daddy AU but almost there

You sighed looking over at the clock...10:23

Just 7 more minutes until your shift ends. You worked as a part timer at a cafe. You loved your job but being a cafe worker meant long hours of wait and the only busy hours being the mornings. Not that you needed this job but it just gave you a feeling of independence.

You started packing up, no one would know that you closed the shop a few minutes early right? You exited the counter, leaving your apron in the laundry. Just as you walked closer to the door a significantly loud crash followed by gunshots was heard.

Your mind went blank for a while and you just stood there processing the scene outside the glass doors.

A man lying in a pool of blood.

Gathering yourself, you quickly rushed outside, leaving the cafe unattended.

"E-Excuse me, c-can you-" the man tried to speak but was too weak. Calling 911 seemed like the foremost option. You kneeled down besides the man and scrambled your hand inside your pocket to look for your phone.

"I wouldn't do that, baby." You turned around hearing a familiar deep voice.

"Taehyung! He's shot, do something!" You got up and held your boyfriend's hand.

"Tch, such pity." Taehyung walked over to the man and squated near him. "The man who was once a billionaire, had a model as his wife, now asking help from a pretty little girl."

The so-called billionaire clutched his chest gasping for air, "P-Please, I'm s-sorry. Take this chain it's worth millions! But l-let me live."

Taehyung scoffed at him, "Oh, I'll take the chain alright." Saying this he yanked the platinum jewellery from the man's neck.

"Tae, what are you doing?" You squirmed looking at the slightly bleeding neck.

"Baby, it's that gang leader I told you about." He got up and kicked the man. "Don't worry it's all covered up."

"So this is one of your rivals?"

Taehyung smiled and nodded, "Should we head home now?" He ignored the man dying behind him.

"Mr. K-Kim!" He yelled grabbing Taehyung's ankle.

"These guys are so stubborn." Your boyfriend rolled his eyes and pulled out a gun. "Maybe if you weren't so cold while killing my men, you wouldn't have been here." He pulled the trigger. The sound made you visibly flinch.

"All done at the cafe?" He tucked his gun inside his coat pocket and you nodded.

The drive back to your home was quiet. You knew your boyfriend was mafia. He dealt with illegal materials and killed a lot of people. But you learned to live with it. That is until today; the first time you saw him kill someone.

You stared outside the window, watching civilization retreat and the roads were surrounded with dense forests now. His mansion was secluded.

Taehyung looked over at you, concerned about your behaviour. You were never the type the be quiet while around him. Always whining about customers and rejecting him when he jokingly asks you to quit your job.

He figured you were shocked after what you saw. He decided to talk to you.

"Hey Y/N-ah." He saw you recoil a bit and putting on a fake smile.

"Hey."

"About what happened today-"

"It's fine, I told you I don't mind your way of living."

"It isn't fine." His voice was slightly raised, "Don't say it's fine cause it isn't." He took your hand in his. "I'll make it up to you, I swear." He kissed your knuckles one by one putting a smile on your face, this time a real one.

Eventually his car pulled up in the vicinity of his mansion. Exiting the car, you rushed inside and upstairs towards your shared bedroom. You wanted nothing more than you curl up inside the covers and never get up.

However a hand much larger than yours gripped your wrist mid-staircase.

"I know you're mad at me but that man, he..."

"No, Tae." You were quick to cup his face. "I'm not mad at you, I don't have the right to be mad at you. I chose this." You intertwined one of your hands with his. "I chose us, you"

"I love you so much, you have no idea." He whispered and leaned in to kiss you. It was as if he wanted to savour every second of kissing you.

You pulled away only to find a teary eyed Taehyung smiling at you. "Tae? What's wrong?"

"It's really stupid. You can have any normal guy but you settled for me, a killer, a smuggler. Why?"

"Because underneath all that crazy, is a man who needs me."

You wiped his stray tear and kissed him again, his time deeper and full of love.

"Babygirl, you sure you're not mad at me?" He looked at you reassuringly.

"Daddy, I love you. It'll be okay." And that was the last straw.

A day full of stress and dealing with his business had Taehyung dried out from exhaustion. All he needed was you, just you.

He quickly lifted his prized possession (you) in his arms and headed straight upstairs towards your room. You couldn't help but giggle at his sudden display of eagerness.

"What's so funny?"

"You and your stupid horny dick."

Taehyung just smirked and threw you onto the bed after entering.

"My dick is funny?" Climbing to be over you, he took off his coat & shirt to toss it across the floor.

"Off, everything!" He licked his lips.

"See so horny." You obeyed, grinning at his behaviour.

Taehyung would never not be nervous when seeing you naked. You belonged to him and he knew that but you being in such a vulnerable state made him even more possesive.

"You've got a big mouth, baby." He got off the bed to clumsily remove his pants and belt seperately after you were completely exposed for him.

Getting on top of you again he yanked your arm to get you on all fours.

"Who's stupid and horny again?" He asked running his belt across your slit.

"Shit, you!" Smack!

"Who?"

"Me!" Another smack. "Me daddy!" You hissed out.

"As much as I want to stop punishing you for calling my dick funny and stupid, I'm so sorry." You could hear the smirk in his voice. He landed a few more hits on your ass before he was satisfied and threw the belt away.

At this point you were shaking, leaking all over his expensive sheets.

"Look at you, slut. You even got my belt wet." He clicked his tongue, "Wasting such a precious thing."

Without any warning, you felt his tongue lick straight lines from the bottom of your thighs all the way up to the source. He moaned loudly tasting the sweet nectar.

"I bet a lot of dealers would love to buy this." You felt yourself clench at his words. "Too bad someone else will have ruined you."

"Fuck, daddy please ruin me." Satisfied, he dove his tongue right into your cunt, deeply. The more he lapped at his paradise, the more he got to hear your beautiful moans.

He could barely handle his rock hard cock tenting in his boxers, hearing and seeing you like this.

He continued delving his tongue deeper and wanting more, he could argue that he was enjoying this more than you. You felt that he neglected your clit, so you slowly slipped your fingers amongst the folds only to get flipped again by Taehyung.

"Did I fucking tell you to touch yourself?" His being hands cupped your breasts, the view itself being too sinful to watch.

"I-I'm sorry." You pouted.

He didn't even listen to your reply before taking your perky buds within his teeth. Taehyung knew he couldn't resist looking at your tits for long. You instantly moaned loudly at the sudden pain.

"Gonna cover you up with my mark, would that be fine?" He went straight for your sweet spot. "How will you go to work tomorrow? People wouldn't like to take their coffee from a slut." Biting hard he proceeded to mark more of you.

Your breath was shallow and you could barely nod your head.

You wanted to see his angry cock. Feel it inside all of your holes.

"Tae, I want to feel you." You spoke gathering your breath.

"Such a cockslut you are. Wasn't my dick stupid?"

"Please..."

He kissed you and his hands went to his boxers getting rid of them. The two of you were naked and at mercy of one another.

"Suck." Was all he had to say to make you obey.

You got on your knees and stared at his red tip for a while. Taehyung's cock was the best you've ever had. He was blessed with length as well as girth and he was not afraid to use his privileges on your cunt.

"Well, what're you waiting for?"

Grabbing his base which barely let your thumb and middle finger meet, you started stroking it. He hissed and held your head to slowly let his dick inside.

"Fuck, baby. Choke on it." And choke you did. Taehyung could barely form any words when you started bobbing your head up and down and gagging on his cock.

You cupped his balls and rubbed them simultaneously.

He moaned in his deep voice which had your pussy gushing.

Taehyung needed to cum and he wanted to cum inside your pussy.

"Baby, that's enough, on your back." He yanked you up by your hair.

You were so eager for his manhood that you couldn't even hide it. He was quick to cup your boobs and shove his tongue inside your mouth.

Gathering your slick from your folds he pushed his tip in making you moan. It was always too overwhelming to take Taehyung inside you.

"So big, daddy." You said between the kisses.

Taehyung hummed, smirking, "I know and you're going to take it all."

He didn't wait for your approval instead he pushed his entire length in and started moving. You nearly screamed at his action.

He loved seeing you like this. Call him a sadist, but he did.

He slowly picked up pace making you a mess. The sound of skin-slapping added to your arousal.

"Are you close? You're clenching." You nodded.

"Cum inside me." You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him flush against your chest.

You couldn't hold it in anymore, one more thrust and you were creaming on his cock. This was the sign for Taehyung to chase his own orgasm. He moved both of your legs to be on top of his shoulders. This newer angle put him over the edge and he launched the fattest load of his seed into you.

Kissing the soles of your feet as he slowly thrusted his cum deeper into you, "You're so beautiful baby. So good to me."

Still resting his length in you, he laid beside you leaving soft butterfly kisses all over your face. You nestled into his chest and hummed being satisfied.

You tried to turn to your other side but your boyfriend held you firmly in his arms from behind.You couldn't help but smile feeling his morning wood inside you. He pulled you closer when you tried to move.

"Quit moving or I'll make sure you can't go to your job today." His deep rattling voice made you shiver.

"I've been wondering..."

"Yeah?"

"How about I take a day off from work."

"Really? And why is that?" He chuckled. "Was daddy too hard on you?" He cooed.

"I'd rather stay at home. Be dependent on you and we'll spend the whole day together.*

"What are you talking about?"

"I'll quit my job."

Was Taehyung hearing things? He quickly pulled out and turned you over to hover on you.

"You what?"

"I'd like to take up your offer. Be my sugar daddy, spoil me. I'd like to be dependent on you for my entire life."

Taehyung cupped your cheek, "Y/N, are you sure?" He couldn't believe that the independent ass girl he knew, to whom he asked millions of times to stay home, was finally giving in.

"Ofcourse I am. You can be the bread earner. I'll be waiting home like an obedient wife and be naked in bed. You can fuck me after a long day of work." You smiled, "It'll be perfect."

"More than perfect." He went over your words, "Wait wife?"

"Propose to me you big baby. I want a huge stone on my finger." You said playfully.

"I'll definitely make a wife out of you." He smirked.

[clownerish]

A pleasure to finally meet you | Sherlock Holmes x F! Reader (one shot)

-You're looking for a man you've met in a crime scene. Little did you know that he's also been looking for you.

warnings: none(?)—just a single cuss word ig.

A/N: This is the first ever fic i made so I don't really know what to feel. I think i made it longer than what i have expected so i hope you enjoy it. Thanks!

(characters & gif not mine)

You've been searching for a certain man. A tall one with curly hair, enchanting gray eyes, and a captivating deep voice. You only got to meet him once, and you somehow forgot to ask his name. You were too focused on engulfing his features that you spaced out. The moment it hit your mind, he was already out of your sight.

You don't exactly know what happened but when you heard him compliment your intelligence during a case when you deduced the possible scenario that might have happened, you felt tingling in your stomach. Were you flustered? Or was it your guts telling you to run away? That you don't have an answer.

Who this man is, you don't know. What is he, you don't know. Why is he so attractive, you absolutely have no idea. But you do know that he lives somewhere in London. You know that because you heard his voice once; deep, sexy voice with the spice of English accent. But that clue doesn't help you even a bit. So you go to call Lestrade, your detective inspector, hoping that he'd tell you all that he knows about this man.

The moment you heard him greet you with a "hello" through the phone, you immediately went straight to your point. When you're done, there was a moment of silence before Lestrade spoke.

"I think the person you're looking for is Sherlock Holmes. But why, may I ask?" he said, curiosity on his voice.

"Uh. nothing much really. Just for a case. Do you perhaps know his address?"

"Yeah..- Hang on a minute." Lestrade has put you on hold. As you wait for him, you rummaged through your desk to find your laptop barely alive. You hurriedly plugged in the charger, and browsed in the Internet. You've seen a lot of articles with Sherlock Holmes in it, mostly about praises.

"I'm back. Sorry for that. His address is 221B Baker Street." Lestrade spoke once again as you noted it on a piece of paper. You thanked Lestrade after, and he asked you a few questions about the sudden interest with the famous detective you didn't know was 'famous' until now. When you hanged up, you marched downstairs to grab your coat and headed to your destination. To Sherlock Holmes.

Meanwhile, Sherlock stood in front of his window, deep in thoughts. He has been thinking of you. You have captured his attention the moment you stepped in the crime scene, though he expertly hid it from everyone so that no one would notice. He knew you were something, and you proved it to him when you finally spoke to establish your wit.

He waited for you to introduce yourself but you never came to the point of asking him. He thought you were too preoccupied as he saw you spacing out. So, he decided to walk away knowing that you two will meet again.

Without piercing his eyes away from the window, he asked his friend John who was busy typing away in his laptop. "John, do you know her name?" John who obviously didn't know who he was talking about only replied a short 'no'.

Sherlock turned to John. The blonde seems to notice it, so he looked up from the screen to Sherlock who has raised an eyebrow on him. John narrowed his eyes in confusion. "Who's her, Sherlock?"

"Her! The woman in the crime scene this morning." he explained, but John hasn't still picked up what's happening. Sherlock groaned in frustration. "Stand up, John. We're going to Scotland Yard." he demanded. The other man only sighed in annoyance as he followed the detective's command.

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After the long ride which felt like an hour by the way, you've finally arrived at Baker Street. You took your time to examine the outside feature of the building before knocking on the door infront of you. A lovely old lady greeted you a warm welcome, and has offered you to come in. She introduced herself as Mrs. Hudson, the landlady of the flat. You told her your name and stated your purpose.

"Oh dear. I'm afraid Sherlock has gone somewhere with John." she worriedly stated.

"Ah, I see. Do you have an idea where he could have gone?" you asked, but the lady only shook her head. You sighed in disappointment. You two went quiet for a minute, then Mrs. Hudson spoke.

"Oh! I think I heard him and John talk about Scotland Yard." the lady exclaimed. You beamed in happiness that you unconsciously took the lady for an embrace.

"Oops. That was sudden. I'm sorry." You panickly said as you cleared your throat to compose yourself. The lady laughed.

"It's alright dear. Now, you should hurry. Knowing Sherlock, he'd probably gone somewhere already. Go now before you're too late!"

"Thank you Mrs. Hudson! I owe you one!" you yelled as you waved goodbye to the sweet lady, and hailed a cab off to Scotland Yard.

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"Gavin!" Sherlock's voiced echoed through the hallways. The workers inside stared at him, utterly confused on what commotion is happening, but turned back their attention to their work when Lestrade entered the room.

"Jesus Christ Sherlock. What are you doing shouting in here?!" he reprimanded. Sherlock didn't give a shit. He's only here because of one thing. You.

"The woman in the crime scene this morning. Do you know her?" he asked, directly straight to the point. He didn't want to waste his time chit-chatting. He needed answers.

"Woman?"

"You know who I'm talking about, Graham." he emphasized as a way of mocking the inspector. Greg rolled his eyes, while John looked at him with apologetic eyes.

"Y/N. Her name is Y/N L/N." Sherlock's lips twitched upward. Finally, he thought. Without bidding farewell to the inspector, he sprinted towards the exit not caring if John was still following him. Then he stopped. He stopped at the moment he saw you enter, looking out of breath. He took his moment to catch his own breath when he noticed that you were now looking at him.

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There you stood. Meters away from the great Sherlock Holmes. The man you have been eager to meet. You scanned him, from head to toe. It really is him. You started to walk towards him, and he did too until you two were close enough to start a conversation.

"You're Sherlock Holmes, yeah?" you said, looking directly at his beautiful gray eyes.

"And i believe you're Ms. L/N?" he replied.

"Huh." you scoffed. "You were looking for me?"

"I could ask the same to you." he extended a hand. "Pleasure to finally meet you. Formally." You looked at his hand. Just as you were about to take it, you saw Lestrade, and John rushing towards your direction.

"I hate to break your moment but we gotta go, Sherlock." Lestrade said, out of breathe.

"Is it him?" Sherlock asked, eyes widened to Lestrade's statement. He looked startled. Probably serious, you thought.

"Yes. It's him, Sherlock. Moriarty got out of the jail." You tensed. You know Moriarty. He's dangerous even when he's behind bars. And now that he's free, he could do anything he wants.

"You three go." you said as you roll up your sleeves. "I'll handle this place. You must go now." you repeated. The three men nodded to each other. John and Greg marched outside while Sherlock remained.

"What are you doing? Go. Now."

"I know. I just...can we meet again? Without interruptions." he asked, seriously. His eyes were glued on you and you felt like melting.

"Chips would be nice." you shrugged. For a second, you saw him smile but it soon disappeared when he looked at his phone.

"That's a deal then."

"You know where to find me." you said with a wink. Sherlock let out a laugh before jogging back to John, and Lestrade who was slightly annoyed by his slowness.

"Sherlock Holmes." you muttered under your breath. "Chills." you laughed as you make your way back to the office.

End.

[kindahoping4forever]

Feedback // Ashton Irwin

I've been sitting on this fic for a minute so thank you to everyone who's patiently waited for me to post it (shoutout to Sly)! This story was really just me getting inspired and clowning after Ashton's "Down To Earth" IG stream back in April. As always, thanks to @cal-puddies for the invaluable guidance as I tried to pare my writing style down into a pwp format (try being the operative word, 3500 words is still the best we could do lmao).

Warnings: Distracted Boyfriend!Ash, oral sex on a male, moderately rough unprotected sex (on the red leather couch) including mild dirty talk, brief choking and a spank or two.

Word Count: 3535

Masterlist // Ko-Fi and New 2021 Taglist linked above

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"Baby! I didn't know you were home!"

You turn around to see Ashton in the doorway of the bedroom, voice as cheerful as the yellow beanie covering his head.

"Didn't hear you come in," he comments, walking over to you.

You slide your arms around your boyfriend’s neck with a sigh. "Rushed up here, phone was about two seconds from shutting off," you explain, greeting him with a tender kiss.

He watches as you kick off your shoes and yank your bra off under your shirt, tossing everything haphazardly in the direction of the closet before flinging yourself on the bed. "Tough day?"

You groan, dragging your hands over your face before extending your arms, encouraging him to join you. “Eh, not great and very long,” you report, giving a satisfied sigh when Ash climbs on the bed and immediately pulls you on top of him, wrapping his arms around you tightly. You do the same and the both of you lay quietly in this prone embrace for several peaceful moments before you break the silence. “How about you, how was your day?”

You feel him shrug under your body. “Can’t complain,” is his simple reply.

“Make anything cool?” You prompt, knowing he’s being low-key because he thinks you need to chill out, not realizing nothing relaxes you more than listening to him talk about his passions.

“Hmm… anything cool...” Ash giggles, hugging you closer. “I dunno, got a good start goin’ on this one track that could be pretty cool, got a nice vibe.”

You raise your head up to look at him and scratch your fingers across his beard, you’re so glad he decided to let it grow again. “Yeah? Tell me more.”

He hums as you continue to rub his face. “Only been at it for a couple hours, ‘s just a track for now, we’ll see what I can do with it,” he breezes, moving your hand from his face to his mouth so he can kiss it.

“Well, whenever you feel like you need a fresh pair of ears, I’d love to hear it,” you enthuse, moving to lay at his side.

He turns to give you a bright grin. “Yeah? A little in-house focus group?” He teases, leaning in for a sweet kiss that starts to get needy the longer it goes on.

You pull off his hat, running your fingers through his long hair as he moves to kiss along your neck. “Don’t know if you know this but I’m a big fan of your work,” you tease back.

He kisses your lips again, biting a bit as he pulls away to quip, “We talking ‘bout my music or something else?”

You giggle, deciding that indulging this frisky mood is exactly how you would like to unwind tonight. You inch closer, pulling him back into a kiss and he responds eagerly, hand coming up to massage at the base of your neck like it always does. For the next few minutes, the only thoughts in your mind revolve around Ashton, how he feels, how he tastes and where you need his mouth or hands on you next.

When you let out a moan at the way his fingers are gripping your skin under your shirt and he doesn’t press himself against you in response, you can tell he’s gotten distracted. You laugh knowingly against his lips, “You’re back to thinking about that song now, aren’t you?”

He looks at you with a sheepish smile. “I was actually still workin’ and came up here just to grab a hoodie when I found you.”

You playfully push him off of you, shaking your head. “Dude, you should’ve told me! You know I’m not one to fuck with The Process,” you admonish, scrunching your nose up at the trail of kisses he pecks over your face as he sits up.

“Nah, my brain needed a break and my girl needed me, it worked out perfectly,” he insists, rubbing your arm affectionately before getting off the bed.

He quickly fishes his desired sweatshirt out of the closet and pulls it on over his t-shirt, mussing his hair even more than you already had. He walks back over, ready to kiss you goodbye when you sit up on your knees to stop him. “I was serious about giving it a listen if ya want,” you say, smoothing his hair down before resting your hands on top of his inside his hoodie pocket. “If you’re not ready that’s fine but just FYI I‘m interested.”

Ash grins at you, squeezing your hands before using them to pull you to your feet. “Aww, you know you’re my fave audience, baby,” he gushes, reaching to grab his hat off the bed. “Let’s go give it a spin.”

“Well. As much as you can ‘spin’ a computer file,” you mutter, trying to annoy him just because it’s fun.

As you head for the door, you hear him snort behind you a split second before he grabs you, sliding his beanie on your head far enough to cover your eyes; you burst into giggles as he playfully bumps into you, passing you in the hallway. “Smart ass,” he grumbles, voice still smiling.

Ash makes it down to the basement first and starts clicking on files and flicking switches, excited to play his work for you. You stop at the foot of the stairs and survey the room with wonder. Multiple guitars - electric, acoustic, bass, 12-string - are strewn across the room, cables run from his computer to the adjacent room where he houses his drums, food delivery containers line the coffee table; he’s clearly been down here since you left this morning.

While he sets up, you make yourself useful, setting the guitars back in their racks, stacking the food trash; when you’re done, you start to drag a chair over to the computer when you notice he’s staring at you like you’ve grown an extra head.

“What are ya mad at me or somethin’?” He scoffs, patting his legs and looking at you expectantly.

You smirk and take a seat in his lap, watching closely as his long fingers fly over the keyboard, hand adeptly working the mouse, making a few final adjustments to the track. You hear a quiet “there we go” under his breath and then he’s settling in, pulling you back against him and rubbing over your thighs as you wait for the song to begin.

It’s a simple demo so far - layered background vocals, drum and bass, some synth, a little guitar line here and there - but he’s right, it’s definitely a vibe. You’re pleased that his reflection is visible in the computer screen, you love seeing him grooving behind you, pursing his lips and nodding his head along to the beat as you feel his fingers tapping along on your waist while he holds you close.

The track is short and before he can even ask your opinion, you tell him to play it again; his face lights up at your request and he proudly complies. When it finishes this time, you shift to look at him and smile. “That’s wild you did that all yourself and in such a short amount of time,” you marvel. “See, I was right, you did do something cool.”

Ashton laughs, kissing the side of your head as he leans forward to reach the keyboard. “You think so? Well, what’s really cool is this…” He starts clicking around again, isolating the different elements and revealing which sounds are electronic and which are live instruments, which section he thinks he’ll write lyrics over tomorrow, where he’s thinking of pasting in more guitar.

You respond when appropriate but mostly you just listen intently, watching fondly as he animatedly details his thought process; this is why you offered to come down here with him, this is the best part about being his “fave audience.” You love his music but more than that, you love how much he loves his music.

He stops mid-explanation of a section to tinker with it, clearly having a brainstorm right in front of you. You curl into his chest, observing quietly as he cycles through effects and begins stacking tracks. He chews his lip, deep in thought as he lets the song play again and you can't help but press a few kisses to his jaw.

Ash continues his work and you continue yours, moving from his jaw to his neck; your kisses eventually become more heated, with you adding tongue and even teeth to the equation. You suck his earlobe into your mouth, wiggling his earring with the tip of your tongue and finally he pulls away, chuckling, "Baby, come on."

You shrug, playing with his hair. "I just love watching you work."

He laughs, "Then goddamn, baby, let me work!" He growls as you nip at his throat and you smile to yourself because you can tell he's already rethinking his request.

"Seems like you shoulda thought about this before you invited a girl down to your basement to listen to some dreamy space pop alien makeout jam," you tease, relishing the feeling of his laughter vibrating his throat under your tongue.

"Can I get you to leave that review when this goes up on iTunes?" He cracks, finally turning his attention to you.

"I might be persuaded," you flirt, humming with victory as he pulls you into a hungry kiss.

Ashton wastes no time returning the affection you showed him, lips devouring yours, hands quickly making their way under your shirt to lazily massage your tits. You’re mid-moan, his fingers just about to make it inside your waistband when suddenly he’s pulling away.

It takes you a beat to realize what’s happened, your body confused by the sudden absence of his touch. You open your eyes to see him busy at the computer again and it’s so absurd to you, you have to laugh.

“Two minutes,” he says half-apologetically, half-distracted, squeezing your thigh but not taking his eyes off the screen.

You smirk to yourself, immediately aware of what your next move is. “Take as long as you need, baby. When genius strikes, you gotta go for it,” you state ominously, not that he notices. Nor does he notice you sliding yourself off his lap and onto the floor between his legs.

You run your hands up and down his thick thighs before letting your touch wander to the front of his jeans, palming over his crotch, happy to find that at least part of him was interested in your makeout session. You can’t decide if you’re more amused or annoyed by his focus but it’s not until your hand is on his cock, freeing him from his pants that he tears himself away from his project.

“Excuse me, ma’am, can I help you with something?”

You lock eyes with him as you stick your tongue out and dramatically lick your hand, coating your palm with saliva before giving his cock a tight squeeze and beginning to stroke him steadily. “I also had a genius idea I was just following through on,” you shrug. “Might take a little longer than two minutes, though, I’m a bit out of practice… my boyfriend’s been pretty busy.”

Ash giggles wildly, both at your joke and your audacity. “You’re crazy, I’m literally about to be done with… fuck…” His retort is interrupted by you, eyes still trained on his, licking long stripes up the sides of his cock, sucking gently at the head before licking your way back down.

“Go ahead and finish your work, baby, I’ll just keep busy until you’re done,” you insist, mischief in your eyes as you look up one last time before taking him into your mouth.

You hear a sharp inhale, a softly chuckled “fuckin’ ridiculous” and then finally, mouse clicks as he attempts to get back to it. You do your best to distract him, bobbing up and down enthusiastically, sucking loudly, humming around him, making sure he knows how much you’re enjoying your task.

It only takes a minute or so for him to get sidetracked by your efforts. “This is a shitty home demo I’ve spent all of 90 minutes on, there’s no way it’s so good you just had to have my cock right here and now,” he insists, struggling to keep his voice steady, not wanting you to hear how affected he is.

You pop off, gingerly playing with his balls as you zing back, “I dunno babe, you guys had plenty of shitty songs on your first album and from what I’ve heard, you did more than alright in the pussy department.”

Ashton’s laughter quickly turns to a strained moan as you slide back down on him, letting him hit the back of your throat. “My bad, didn’t realize I’d shacked up with a groupie,” he jokes. You silently congratulate yourself as you notice him flexing his hand into a fist, knowing he’s trying to keep himself from pressing down on your head.

You pull off him again, making sure to let the spit cascade from your mouth as you smugly reply, “Like I said before: big fan.” Before he can even think about responding, your mouth is back on him.

You’re not surprised he attempts to resume working again; you’re both stubborn, it’s a wonder anything ever gets resolved in your relationship. You can tell he’s trying his best to stay on task but the whispered curses under his breath give him away. As a last resort, he turns the volume on his speaker up a few more notches, hoping the track will drown out the exaggerated choking sounds you’re intent on making.

A few moments later, he reaches down and yanks his beanie off your head. “Fuckin’ bright yellow bouncing over my crotch is hard to ignore,” he grumbles. “All I see is my hat, looks like I’m suckin’ my own dick for all I know.”

You can’t resist continuing to rib him. “How is that not your greatest fantasy? Your favorite person giving you your favorite pleasure?”

He snorts, shaking his head. “I’m sorry, did you want to blow me or roast me?”

You give him your brightest smile and reply, “Unlike you, I’m pretty good at multi-tasking.”

A brief cackle and a clipped “alright” are all you hear before you’re being hoisted up off the ground, thrown over Ash’s shoulder and carried over to the couch across the room. You squeal with surprise and delight as he unceremoniously dumps you on it, briskly strips you both of your clothes and promptly bends you over the red leather.

He nudges your knees further apart, pressing you against the back of the couch. “Of course you’re this fuckin’ wet already,” he teases, breath hot on your neck as he runs himself through your folds. “You think that’s from my cock down your throat or from you winding me up so much?”

Whatever clever comeback you’d thought up dies on the tip of your tongue because suddenly he’s sliding his cock inside you and now that’s all you can care about. You whine as he quickly establishes a vigorous pace, one hand bracing himself against the couch, the other reaching around you, down your torso to reach your clit. “How’s this for multi-tasking?”

A few breathless cries of his name are the best you can manage as he relentlessly plays with you, somehow in perfect rhythm with his rough thrusts, sending your whole body into sensory overload.

“Or how ‘bout this?” He growls, moving his hand from between your legs to your throat, fingers offering just the slightest amount of pressure, knowing it’ll drive you crazy wondering if and when he’ll add more. “Don’t got any more funny jokes for me, baby?”

You moan at his taunting, placing a hand on top of his on your neck, trying to get him to squeeze harder; he refuses and his denial makes you moan even louder. "Jesus, Ash," you pant, pushing back against him to egg him on. “Feels so fucking good.”

You're so caught up that you don't even notice his song is still playing over the speakers until a few moments later when Ashton suddenly pulls out of you, muttering to himself as he grabs the remote from the coffee table and shuts the music off.

Confused, you look back and see him amusedly shaking his head. "Yes, I was still producing that in my head, don’t start," he giggles.

You fall back on the couch, laughing in disbelief. “We’ve gotta get you some hobbies, buddy, that’s insane.”

He snickers, laying you on your back and settling on the couch behind you, pulling your leg over his hip. “I don’t think fucking you counts as a hobby,” he jokes, gripping his cock and slipping it back inside you.

“Not with that attitude,” you quip, a little more breathlessly than you meant to but with how slowly Ash is rocking into you, you can’t help it.

You tilt towards him, angling yourself to pull his mouth down to yours; you’re feeling overwhelmed and you need him close. His tongue traces over your lips, his kiss the familiar reassurance you need in this moment. “Ash…” You whimper quietly, closing your eyes and savoring the feel of his beard grazing your skin.

“I know, baby, me too,” he soothes, cradling you tighter against him. His hips begin to pick up speed and his hand moves to knead your breasts and tug at your nipples before travelling further down.

Ashton rubs slow, tight circles on your clit, stopping to give your thigh a light smack when you start raising your hips a little too eagerly, bucking up in an attempt to get him to move at a speed more to your liking. You moan first at the realization that he’s going to keep teasing you like this and then again, louder, at the sharp slap of his palm that once again comes down on your skin.

“You’ve got a nice tone tonight, baby, I should get you to lay down some vocals for this track,” he jokes, choking back a moan of his own when your surprised laughter causes you to clench around his length.

You chuckle smugly at him, “Not so funny all of a sudden, huh?”

You feel yourself getting closer so you start rolling your hips along with his, murmuring at the feeling of him deep inside you; you grind against his hand playing between your legs and as he finally amps up the pace, your release becomes closer and closer to reality. Your breathing syncs with his in a needy, staccato rhythm that wouldn’t have sounded out of place in his song.

“Is this what you wanted?” He huffs out. Typically when he asks you that while he’s buried in you, there’s a tone of arrogance or punishment behind it but right now as he holds you, your sounds continuing to meld together, it couldn’t feel farther from that.

“Yes, Ash, god yes…” you breathe, reaching to hold onto him as your orgasm overtakes you.

Ashton keeps driving his cock inside you, whining slightly at the feeling of you pulsing around him. You cry out, not realizing how loud or long your moans are until you hear his voice in your ear, gently lulling you back down.

He’s still moving inside you, hips beginning to stutter and when you hear his breath catch, you know he’s there. You tuck yourself into him, cooing, “Come on, Ash... fill me up, babe.” Three strokes later and he’s pumping his cum inside you, gasping your name. He slows his movements, heavy breath underscored by a contented hum as you caress his bearded cheek.

He leans in and kisses you passionately, completely enveloping you, possibly your favorite feeling in the world. He exhales loudly and keeps holding you, kissing over your face tenderly.

You giggle as he indulges for a moment before reluctantly pulling away, reaching for the takeout napkins on the coffee table; he attentively cleans you up and quickly settles back onto the couch, pulling you on top of him.

You lay together, blissed out, while you play with the necklace hanging down on his chest and he strokes over your hair.

“Hey, sorry I gave you such a hard time,” you smile. “Didn’t realize how much I wanted your attention until I didn’t have it anymore.”

He looks at you, amused. “Honestly didn’t notice you acting any differently.”

You jab his side. “Also sorry I talked shit about your first album, I do actually like it quite a bit.”

Ash cackles, tracing designs on your back. “Oh good, I was worried that was going to be what finally drives us apart,” he cracks.

You snicker, nuzzling your head into his chest. You enjoy a few quiet moments together before he begins softly humming an unfamiliar melody and you smile, knowing his creative wheels are turning again.

You lift your head up again to offer one last apology. “I’m sorry I once again disrupted The Process.”

Ashton laughs mischievously, running his hands down your body. “I mean… overall I’d say this was some pretty valuable feedback.”

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HELLO CAN YOU PLEASE DO A TECHNOBLADE IMAGINE WHERE THE READER IS IN THE PRISON INSTEAD OF DREAM IG AND TECHNO TRIES TO LIKE BAIL THEM OUT

Prison Break

So this is an imagine request done in a more drabble type beat. I hope you enjoy and I hope this is okay! Let me know what you guys think!!

Techno frees you from your wrongful prison sentence. 

Dream is pissed that Techno didn’t come. He was counting on redeeming that favor he was owed to get him out of the things he had done catching up to him. But Techno didn’t come. He wasn’t there. Dream made sure that Techno paid for it. 

How did Techno pay for it you may ask. Simple. Dream pinned all of his crimes on you. Techno’s s/o. He easily manipulated the entire server once before, he absolutely is able to do it again, no problem. If anyone were to actually sit down and think about it, it would make no sense. You were always really kind to everyone and just was not a bad person at all. But everyone was so angry at what had been happening and wanted someone to blame so bad, that really all Dream had to do was connect your name to Techno’s and remind everyone that Techno had caused a lot of grief in the server and you had done nothing to stop him. In fact, you encouraged him. 

It was not something you ever expected. An angry mob showing up at your front door and announcing that you were under arrest. But it was a thing that happened in your life. That night, you’re in cuffs and being guided into Pandora’s Vault by Sam. You’re left alone in your cell and you break down. You know you don’t belong here and you don’t want to be here. You hope that Techno is able to get you out, to break you out. But as you stare at the crying obsidian walls that trap you in the cell, you know that this place is inescapable. 

Inescapable to a scared coward

And Techno was not a scared coward. No in fact he was livid. He was the most angry he has ever been in his life and he could literally rip Dream limb from limb but he knows better than to do that while you’re locked up. He knows he needs to get you out of there and soon. He works with Phil and makes a brilliant plan. A fool proof plan. And if he’s lucky, they won’t even know you’re gone. 

Techno goes to the prison about three days after you get locked up to visit. Sam doesn’t think anything of it, you two are dating after all. Techno goes through all of the proper procedures, signs all the waivers, and is soon enough standing in front of the lava wall you’re behind. Techno stands beside the fire resistance potion dispenser and begins to execute his plan. Techno focuses his gaze on the opposite wall which in turn causes Sam to also turn his attention to the wall, wondering what it is Techno sees. While Sam’s attention is elsewhere, Techno manages to reach into the dispenser and swipe a few fire resistance potions, safely tucking them into his inventory before turning his own attention back to the wall just in time for Sam to snap out of it. “Right… Are you ready?” Techno pretends to snap out of the “intense gaze” he was in and turns his attention to Sam and gives him a small nod. Of course he was ready. He’s been ready for the past three days. 

Sam has him stand on the little platform and presses the lava wall button before the path opens and Techno can finally see you. His heart aches at the sight of you. You look so broken down, so hopeless. His heart aches but his blood boils at the same time. Dream had done this to you. Dream was the reason you're here. The voices are raging in his head, telling him to kill the man that had done this to you. To make him pay and to not let him get away with this. He forces himself to take a deep breath and calm himself down, one thing at a time and right now he has to focus on getting you out. 

You almost don’t believe your eyes. The lava wall is being moved and there floating toward you is a pink headed angel…. Techno. Techno is coming toward you on the platform. And you could honestly cry. But you manage to keep it together until he’s safely on the obsidian. The netherite block wall is lowered and all bets are off. You throw yourself into his arms and bury your face into his chest. Your arms wrap around him tightly, as if you’re afraid if you let go, he’ll disappear. But he doesn’t mind. He’s holding you just the same way. 

You two continue your hug until the lava wall comes back down and closes you in the cell. Techno pulls himself back ever so slightly, just so he can look down at your face. Noticing his movement, you peer up at him, your cheek still resting on his chest. “Hey there love,” he speaks gently. You could burst into tears just from that. It had only been three days but it had felt so much longer than that and you could only relish in the contact you had with him now. 

“Hey” you manage to croak back, your voice a little raw and rusty for not having used it for the past few days. Techno leans down and presses a gentle kiss to the top of your head and just leaves his face resting there for a little bit, hugging you tighter to him. 

You two stand there for a while, just holding each other. You’re so content in your boyfriend’s arms, so relaxed, that it nearly scares you half to death when several explosions happen around you. Techno holds you tightly to him as you jump at the loud noises. Your head shoots up and your fear filled eyes meet Techno’s cool, calm, and collected ones. In fact a little smirk is playing on his lips. “Right on time Phil,” he murmurs, looking at the ceiling.

 “Phil?” You asked, still very confused as to what is happening. 

Techno’s gaze shifts to you and his smirk shifts into a smile. “Phil,” he confirms. 

“Why is Phil setting off explosions?” 

“To distract Sam of course.” As he answers, Techno pulls out the three potions he managed to snag from the dispenser. 

“How did you--” Techno doesn’t let you finish your question. Instead he presses all three into your palms.

“Listen to me very carefully okay? You have to follow this exact plan. Do you understand?” 

You only nod and listen as Techno explains to you how you’re going to escape prison. He explains in as much detail as possible. Tells you at what times you will take the potions and the path you will take that leads you out of the prison. But then he also tells you about the path you’ll take once you’re out. He tells you how to get to his house in the tundra. There you’ll be safe. 

He gives your forehead a kiss and then presses one really passionate one to your lips as well. “I’ll see you soon okay? Sam will let me out of here at the end of the day once he finds it was only a few creepers lurking around,” Techno tells you with a wink as the two of you stand by the lava wall. You can’t help but giggle at the wink, even though it’s a pretty serious time. But you nod and give him a soft smile in return. 

“I love you.” 

“I love you too.”

You give Techno one more kiss before popping a fire res potion and swimming through the lava wall. You follow Techno’s instructions to a T. Only a few times did you get a little confused and have to take a moment to really think about what Techno had told you. When you find yourself outside, you can’t help but cry a little. Three days in complete solitude will do that to a person you guess. The emotions just overwhelm you and you allow yourself to cry for a little bit as you sink on to your knees in the grass, your fingers clutching some of the strands. You’re very lucky that no one is around to see you but you’re finally free… Well almost. 

After a little bit, you manage to pull yourself together and get yourself up off of the ground. You have to make your way to Techno’s house now. You know the way of course, but you have to make your way through the SMP without being seen. It’s a lot easier than you expected it to be, everyone busy with their own things, not really paying attention, so you make it through rather easily. You do take a small detour and swing by your house and get a few supplies before making your way out to Techno’s house. 

Back in the prison, Techno is calm for the most part. He has complete faith in Phil leaving behind no trace of the actual cause of the explosion and he trusts you to make it out just fine, but he still worries a little bit. This is a big thing that’s happening and he can’t exactly make sure you’re safe and that you’re okay right now as you travel, so he can only wait. After a few hours, he hears a noise from the other side of the lava wall. He rushes over to the bed and pretends to be leaning down and kissing your forehead as the wall moves to reveal the cell. “Visiting Hours are now over.” Sam calls from the room across the cell. “Please move to the platform.” 

“Goodbye my love. I’ll be back soon,” Techno promises the thin are as he moves over to the platform and is moved out of your cell and back to Sam’s side. 

As Sam is walking Techno out of the prison, Sam explains what happened. “Yeah, somehow some creepers got in and blew up. They didn’t do any damage or anything so it’s fine… I suspect Tommy or Tubbo were trying to prank me and it didn’t completely go well.” Techno lets out a hum and nods along with Sam as he pretends to know nothing about the situation. Techno gathers his things from his locker and bids Sam a farewell before heading out of the prison. Once he knows he’s out of sight, he breaks into a sprint to Phil’s old house in L’Manberg.

Phil is waiting outside with Carl and Phil’s own horse already saddled up when Techno arrives. The two men share a hug and celebrate how they were able to pull off the perfect prison break. Techno and Phil quickly mount their horses and soon enough they’re on their way out to the tundra. 

You had crashed in Techno’s bed as soon as you arrived, exhausted physically from the journey and mentally and emotionally from the prison. That is where Techno and Phil find you, asleep in Techno’s plush bed. The two just spend a few moments looking at you, as creepy as that sounds. But they just want to prove to themselves that they did it, they saved you and you were safe and no longer in prison for crimes you did not commit. Philza is the first to break from his staring trance. He claps Techno on the shoulder before turning around and walking out of the room. 

Techno very quickly also breaks from his trance, peels off her shoes, and climbs into bed beside you. His arms wrap around you and he pulls you gently into his chest. Techno didn’t mean for it to happen, he actually didn’t want it to happen at all that’s why he was so gentle, but you stir and you begin to wake up. Your eyes pry open and you meet his gaze for a moment before you curl yourself into his arms even more. Techno can only chuckle at your clingy behavior, but he can’t blame you. He’s feeling the same way. So he only holds you closer and gives you multiple quick pecks before one long kiss. “Welcome home my love.” 

Like I said, let me know what you guys thought of this and if you’re still okay if I write some of the imagine requests like this in the future!!